#at first i was excited to like. be able to talk to the guy i like without class in the way

[femmenature]

nobody gets me, you do

Pairing: Ellie Williams x f! reader (ofc)

Summary: where your ex Ellie can't spend another day pretending she doesn't still love you.

Warnings: Inappropriate language.

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you usually appreciated this kind of nights. Where you don't have to work and you can watch a series or put more effort into the food, and not just make a simple white rice. You used to appreciate it in Ellie's company. Now you prefer to keep your head busy, work, study, do some gardening even though you know perfectly well how horrible you are at it. And that your head will probably play tricks on you and remind you of how Els laughed for a week because a damn cactus dried up on you. A sigh escapes your thoughts. “See, this is what happens when you're distracted,” you say to yourself, leaning against the kitchen counter. But your relaxed posture didn't last long, as someone knocked on your door. Strange, knowing that you didn't order anything to eat and didn't invite your friends. You walked to the door and opened it with your eyebrows furrowed, you were going to open your mouth but it was her, and you just stood with your hand on the door frame and your heart in your mouth.

Ellie looked at me and blinked rapidly, as if checking that this was not a dream. Her heel rested on the floor, leaving the toe of her slipper raised nervously. “hey” she let out in a sigh, which she seemed to have been holding back for quite some time.

“hey…” my voice betrayed me and trembled as I said something as small as a greeting. Though I guess it only matters who you're saying it to, and having her in front of you isn't easy, more so when you've had no contact for the past five months.

“I know it's weird, knocking on your door knowing we're not together” she spoke fast on the last words, wanting to cover up the fact that you guys are apart, because it hurts her more than anything else in this world ”but I'd rather you see me as a freaking weirdo than keep this to myself any longer. Altough you know I'm weird, I mean, you know me better than anyone else and-” she stopped talking, knowing she was getting distracted.

“do you want to come in and we can talk inside?” even though you're scared to death and more uneasy than ever, you acted calm so she would be too. She nodded and you invited her in, closing the door behind her. “so…why are you here?” you don't act disinterested, not excited either, Even if you are. You disguise the fireworks in your stomach as you smell her perfume when she walked inside. As if your house is complete again.

“uhm, these five months” she licked her lips nervously as she looks away remembering the days she spent without you ”were the worst months in the world. And it's just pathetic to tell you knowing that you're the reason I had such a hard time. Or the absence of you. I was with a part of you, with your ghost that haunted me everywhere I went reminding me that it wasn't going to be the same without you, and the worst part is that even though it wasn't really you it was all I had left to not feel completely alone in the world. So somehow I didn't want it to go away” her eyes finally met mine, softening ”our pictures are still in my room, even our saved game from the last time we played Life is Strange together. I didn't touch it waiting for you to come back, in that stupid hope that you'd show up and we'd forget our stupid fight. But I guess our pride won us over once again.” she moves a little closer, slowly, as if she's afraid the floor beneath her will crumble ”and for the first time in my life I couldn't care less about my pride because I know you're on the other side of the scale. And the love I have for you compares to absolutely nothing I have or will ever be able to have.”

your eyes become crystal clear, you think this is not real, you imagined so much that this moment would come, you made so many scenarios with Ellie and that she will come back into your life, but not like this. She is practically showing you her heart like never before, in a desperate attempt to get back to being everything she loves and still loves. You were going to say something, but she cut you off, she had more to tell you, more to show you how much she misses you.

“So I'm here. I'm not going to lie to you and pretend that I don't expect you to answer me, that I'll be able to wait for you to think and answer me without falling apart from the anticipation of not being able to hold you in my arms again. I don't even know how I could endure these months without you” finally closes the immense distance and gently caresses your hand tenderly ”do you know how desperate it is that no one understands you, that the only one who knew how to calm you down was miles away from me in body and soul?”

her eyes are desperately searching for yours and her voice is begging you “the only person who could do that was you and it killed me to know that you didn't want to see me when all I wanted to do was kiss you as if the world would end after that. Nobody gets me, you do. Nobody can beat your eyes, your touch, your voice, your jokes, your love. I couldn't even look at another woman because I knew no one was worth it, no one is worth it. No one can look at me and know when I'm anxious, or how much I love space. They would see the stuffed dinosaur I have in my room as a simple stuffed animal, when you took the time to know which one is my favorite and buy it for my birthday and when I would give an explanation of that dinosaur and why I have that damn stuffed animal the only thing I will think about is that I lost you forever and and-"

you approached her and gave her a sudden kiss, knowing that if you let her talk anymore, anxiety would eat her up. The kiss is tender, desperate for time apart, but at the same time soft and romantic. Her hands brought your hips closer to hers while you caressed the back of her neck. After a few seconds you separated and rested your foreheads without taking your hands off where you had them

"I hope you never have to explain to anyone why you have a dinosaur in your room because I'm not going to lose you again" Ellie smiled and hugged you, hiding her face in your neck "I wasn't planning on doing it anyway. I was going to die without you then I wouldn't give myself the chance to have another girlfriend" you laughed caressing her hair "I missed you, Els" she kissed your neck tenderly without letting go "I missed you too baby"

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I'M SORRY if it's not well written, I don't speak English and it's hard for me not to get lost!!! Enjoy <333

[sombrashe]

hii can i get a yandere nam gyu pleaseee

content mentions of death, dark content, smut

notes i have never written anything yandere before so i hope i did this right lol / no gyeongsu :( sorry gyeongsu lovers

✮⋆˙ yandere namgyu doesn't share

the second he saw you he knew you belonged to him and only him. you were groggy as you climbed out of your bed unknowing that he caught sight of you almost immediately. he watched your reactions to the situation you found yourself in.

at first he keeps his distance, hanging onto thanos to keep the attention off him. he doesn't say a word until he finds someone trying to talk to you before red light, green light. he'll make his way over to you and try to get your attention. this can go one of two ways and neither way is good for you.

if you ignore him he take it painfully. why can't you see that you two belong together. this piece of shit can't do anything for you that he can't do himself. he'll have to physically pry himself away from you so he doesn't crash out right then and there. he goes through the game keeping an eye on you from a distance. watching as you follow closely behind some bigger guy.

if you accept his interruption he immediately grabs your bicep (gently) and drags you away from the dick. talking low he introduces himself and explains that he's excited to play. he listens intently to every word that passes your lips. when you finish he offers for you to stay together and when you agree he's ecstatic. during the game he keeps you close behind him, never letting go of your hand.

✮⋆˙ yandere namgyu who makes sure everyone knows you're taken

at first you thought he was just like that. clingy and in everyone's personal space. the way he hung onto thanos was practically identical to the way he always had to touch you. hands held between games. waist wrapped up in his arm. back of your neck held softly, his thumb playing with the small hairs resting there.

when it came time to pick your teams for six legged pentathlon you were already considered apart of their duo from the get-go. finding semi you try to play nice despite namgyus fervent hatred for the pierced woman. when choosing your games you immediately spoke up for biseokchigi. you played it all the time growing up and knew it pretty well. the rest of the team chooses and namgyu is left sulking as minsu separates you two. when you return after winning you're able to choose to sit beside minsu or namgyu.

choosing minsu causes the hairs on the back of namgyus neck to stand. he wants to walk over and rip you away from the pleasant conversation you we're currently in. that soft smile and small laughs were meant for him damnit. he watches unblinking and only breaks his stare when the last team enters the room.

if you choose namgyu he scoots over enough to give you space. your legs have to be sprawled over his but he doesn't mind. not one bit. he'll keep his hands on your knee as you two talk. he'll still mess with minsu but with less venom in his voice. you play with his rings and that's how he knows he's locked in.

✮⋆˙ yandere namgyu loves teasing you

you hated being ticked. the feeling of it made you violent and he quickly learned that after your second round of voting. you ended up slamming your forehead against his nose. blood pouring from it instantly. unfortunately you got so embarrassed and apologetic he couldn't help himself. he calls you his little bone crusher just to watch as you look down and away. your face heating up at the nickname.

during mingle he makes sure to poke your sides or shove his pinky inside of your ear. each one riling you up as you smack him away. he watches in glee at your reactions and leans in close to whisper against your ear. he jokes about how sensitive you are and how he's here to help you. when you guys finally get to play mingle it's always you him and thanos, up until round 5.

going with thanos leaves namgyu with the task of ripping someone away from their duo. he grabs the nearest person and wrangles them to a room. holding them and the door shut is a feat only accomplished by his anger at not having you be his duo. during the rest of the game he prioritizes you but has this pissed off aura surrounding him the entire time. he'll tease you harshly and mercilessly every time you're locked in a room with him making tears well in your eyes at his sudden change.

going with namgyu will cause him nothing but excitement as he drags you with him. of course he makes sure thanos is taken care of but no matter what you're with him. when you meet back in the dorm thanos is quick to throw his arms over your shoulders and hug you tight. you sit curled up namgyus lap and wait as everyone finishes filing in.

✮⋆˙ yandere namgyu marks you

he loves leaving little marks all over your body. bite marks, nail marks, cigarette burns. he litters you in visible marks to show that you're taken. hickeys on your jawline and cuts around your collarbones. he can normally keep himself under control in public spaces.

he'll happily start nipping at your ear or placing gentle kisses against the curve of your neck while out in public. all displays of affection letting everyone around you that you were his. if you're being a bit of a brat or simply acting senseless in public he will resort to blood pooling bites along your forearm.

when you two are left alone is when he really gets into it. he goes down on you simply for the fact that he can spend hours just chewing on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. your chest is normally next in line with hickeys, bites and burns littering the pitted skin. he loves watching tears well up in his eyes as the burn overwhelms your senses.

✮⋆˙ yandere namgyu who fucks you senseless

he always makes sure to get permission (or at least he figures out ways to make you say yes) before doing anything. he's had a lot of experience before you so he's excited to show you all the crazy shit he wants to do with you. he's honestly a bonafied freak when it comes to kinks so either you're agreeing or you need to tell him immediately. he is actually really good at making sure not to do anything that might upset you.

he loves watching your body move with each thrust of his hips. his hipbones slightly protruding as he sucks his stomach in. your tight warmth making his head swim. the feeling of them grinding against your soft stomach as he leans down to whisper in your ear. listening to him say the sweetest things with a sensual bite to them.

he has you bent every which way especially when you're being punished. if it makes you uncomfortable he has you locked into that spot until you go numb. he loves it when you pass out while he fucks you upside down. pulling out and watching as you come to a whiny mess eager for his cock again.

[katethetank]

The Dungeon - Chapter 18

Rating: 18+, minors gtfo Chapter Summary: Steve meets the band! CW: None? Let me know if I missed anything Tags: Alternate Universe - modern setting, Rock Star Eddie, Counselor Steve, Eddie is gay, Steve is bi, slow burn, smut Word Count: 1,727

Chapter 17<<Masterlist>>Chapter 19

Steve sits in his car outside the diner and his hands shake a little as he scrolls through his texts with Eddie. He’s inside, with all his friends, and Steve is a nervous wreck. All day Eddie was texting him reassurances and he needs to look at them just one more time before he can head inside. 

He jolts in surprise when there’s a knock at the window. He looks up and there’s his boyfriend with a manic grin on his face. Steve opens the door, steps out and is immediately engulfed in a big bear hug.

“Stevie! What are you doing out here, sweetheart? We’re all waiting for you! We just got a food order in, I told Wayne to make a grilled cheese for you!”

He lets go and grabs Steve's hand to pull him inside. “Wait, Eddie wait!”

Eddie stops and turns back, his brows furrowing. “What’s the matter baby?”

Steve shifts from foot to foot. “I just needed a minute. I’m still kinda nervous…”

Eddie rubs his hands up and down Steve’s arms and kisses his forehead. “Stevie, it’s gonna be fine. They’re all excited to meet you. They’re gonna love you, angel. I promise. What can I do to help?”

“Just…hold my hand?”

Eddie’s face melts and he pouts at Steve like he’s a pathetic puppy. “Of course I will honey. Now take a breath…You ready?”

Steve takes a deep breath and nods. “Ok. Ready.”

They walk into the diner hand-in-hand and head towards the table bustling with noise. Chrissy is the first one to spot them and jumps out of her seat, her blond ponytail swishing as she runs up to them.

“Steve!” she shouts as she throws her arms around his neck. “Oh my god, it’s so nice to finally meet you!”

Steve gives her a one-armed hug and replies, “It’s nice to meet you too Chrissy! I’m glad you guys were able to come out.”

She smiles and it’s like sunshine. Eddie was right, she’s like a little pixie. She grabs Steve’s other hand and drags them over to the table to meet the rest of the group, who are deep in discussion about what he can only assume is D&D.

“Hey, assholes!” Eddie barks and they all snap to attention. “I want you to meet Steve. Stevie, this is Doug…” he gestures towards the bigger guy who gives him a half smile and little wave. “And Jeff…” Jeff smiles brightly and waves. “And Gareth. Guys, this is my gorgeous boyfriend Steve.” Gareth just kinda looks him up and down and nods. Tough crowd.

They all take a seat, Eddie making sure to sit close and not let go of his hand. “Hey guys,” Steve nervously says. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Jeff is the first to speak, and he seems just as nice as Eddie said he was. “Hey Steve! So excited to meet you, man. Eddie won’t shut up about you.”

“Yeah,” Doug agrees. “He doesn’t shut up in general, but you’re his favorite topic of conversation lately.”

Steve laughs at that and Eddie squeezes his hand. “Well he’s talked a lot about you guys too. Jeff, you’ve got two little girls at home, right?”

Jeff lights up at the mention of his daughters. “Yeah, I do! Leia is 4 and Ray just turned 2. They’re a fuckin’ handful, let me tell you!”

“Oh I can imagine! Those ages are so fun though, they’re like little sponges just soaking up the world around them. It’s amazing how fast they can pick up on things.”

Jeff looks surprised that Steve would even know that. “Yeah, totally. Eddie said you work at the community center, but it was like, teenagers and shit. Do you work with younger kids too?”

Steve nods excitedly. “Yeah, sometimes! It’s normally middle and high school kids, but I help out with the pre-K play groups pretty often. They can be terrors, but they’re so fun to work with.”

Wayne brings their food out, giving Steve a firm pat on the shoulder, and they eat while they continue to talk about the joys of preschoolers. Jeff shows him some pictures of his girls, beaming the way only a proud father can. He feels a lot more relaxed now knowing he’s at least clicking with one of Eddie’s bandmates. 

“Wait, I’m sorry, I was so caught up earlier I just now realized…You said your girls are Leia and Ray? Did you seriously name them after women in Star Wars?”

Doug cuts in asking, “What, do you have something against Star Wars?”

Steve is a little taken aback. Did they think he was going to make fun of them? “No, absolutely not! Well, the prequels left little to be desired, but the original trilogy is iconic, and they really nailed the new ones. It was just fresh enough to bring in a new generation of audience members, but still had the nostalgia of the originals. Getting the whole band back together, you know?” That gets him an actual smile out of Doug, and they launch into discussions about the franchise.

Steve excuses himself to use the bathroom, finally letting go of Eddie’s hand. Yes, they both ate one handed, and he’s so grateful that his boyfriend did so without complaint. As he’s finishing up and washing his hands, the door opens and Gareth steps in, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over her chest.

“Oh. Hey Gareth.”

Gareth looks him up and down again, like he’s assessing him. “You know, I wasn’t sure about all of this.”

Steve suddenly wishes he could have taken Eddie’s hand with him. “About what?”

“You and Eddie. I’ve been trying to figure it out.”

“Um,” Steve says nervously. “Figure what out?”

Gareth straightens and walks up to Steve. “What your angle is. I thought at first you were trying to take advantage of him. Use him for his money or whatever. But Eddie told me how you keep getting bent out of shape whenever he pays for shit. And you haven’t asked him for anything.”

Steve is pretty fucking offended right now and kind of wants to smack this guy. “I would never do that to him.”

“No, I figured out that much,” Gareth says. “So then I thought maybe you were trying to use him some other way. I’ve seen so many assholes try to glom onto Eddie for internet clout or whatever. But I checked it out, and you’re not even on social media. Which…is a little weird, I gotta say.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “I can’t stand social media. Gives me fucking anxiety.”

“Ok…fair. So I’ve been wracking my brain, trying to figure this out, man. And I finally got it.”

“Got what?…” Steve is really fucking uncertain of where this could be going.

Garth sighs and uncrosses his arms. “Nothing. There’s nothing. There’s no angle, no ulterior motives. Turns out you’re just a good dude and Eddie made a smart choice for once.”

Ok, what? 

“What? Why the third degree then?”

Gareth laughs and pats his shoulder. “He’s one of my best friends, man! It’s my job to look out for him. And maybe I just wanted to make you sweat for a minute.”

“Oh my god, he was right, you are an asshole.”

Gareth barks out a laugh at that. “Yeah, he’s not wrong! Sorry man, I didn’t mean to freak you out. You’re all good in my book. Now move, I gotta piss.”

Steve shakes his head at him and starts walking away. Before he opens the door, Gareth stops him.

“Oh, and Steve?”

He sighs, “Yeah, Gareth?”

“I figured something else out.”

Steve furrows his brow. “What’s that?”

Gareth just smirks. “You’re totally in love with him.”

Steve flips him off and exits the bathroom, the sound of Gareth’s laugh echoing behind him. He sits back down at the table and Eddie takes his hand again, lacing their fingers. 

“Everything ok sweetheart?”

Steve leans over and kisses his cheek. “Yeah. Everything’s great, baby.” The night continues on and Steve finally feels himself unclench, happy that Eddie’s friends all seem to approve of him. 

They’re knee deep in the who-shot-first-Han-or-Greedo debate when the door chimes and Robin comes in like a hurricane. “Sorry I’m late! I had a stupid meeting that went over by like two hours and it was fucking mind numbing! Hi! I’m Robin!” She’s such a disaster. Steve loves her so much. 

Steve gets up and hugs her, making the round of introductions. “And this is Chrissy.” Robin and Chrissy shake hands and he swears he can see fireworks going off in both their eyes. 

“”Hi,” Robin breathes out in a sigh. Oh, she’s cooked.

Chrissy smiles brightly back. “Hi Robin.” Her cheeks are tinted pink and these two are either going to fall in love or eat each other alive. Robin takes Steve’s seat next to Chrissy, still hasn’t let go of her hand, and they’re just staring at each other like idiots. Is this how he and Eddie were looking at each other that first day? Christ.

There’s a tug on Steve’s wrist and he’s being hauled into Eddie’s lap. He purrs into Steve’s ear, “Got a seat for you right here baby boy.” There’s nowhere else he’d rather be. He turns and kisses his boyfriend despite the protests of gross man and get a room. 

As they’re all finishing up the evening, Eddie asks the band, “You guys are all visiting family tomorrow right?” They all nod in agreement. He turns to the girls. “So ladies…would you want to go out tomorrow?”

“Absolutely!!” Robin looks like she’s about to vibrate out of her seat. Wingman time.

“You know, we haven’t gone out dancing in a while!” He turns to Eddie, “What do you think? There’s a gay bar we go to sometimes that has pretty good music. You could pick me up and we can meet the girls there?” He gives his boyfriend a conspiratorial wink.

Eddie, bless him, picks up quickly. “Sounds perfect sweetheart. Robin, maybe you could grab Chrissy from the hotel? Why don’t you give her your number so you gals can work out the details.”

Robin is already nodding before he even finishes asking the question. “Absolutely! No problem!”

Eddie whispers in his ear, “I see a U-Haul in their future.”

Chapter 17<<Masterlist>>Chapter 19

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[secretly-tword-obsessed]

i saw your lee!thanos fic, aaaand... i saw you left a cliffhanger about potential lee!in-ho.. see... this man is so cute (evil, but cute) maybe could you make a part 2 on the man getting wrecked? <3 (if possible, gi-hun can appear!!) ily /p /serious

Oh okay! Tysm - both for the compliment and the request. I had so much fun writing this and hope you enjoy reading it!

Title: Everyone Everyone

Summary: After his plan to bring Thanos down a few pegs backfires, In-Ho tries everything he can to defend himself

Implied shipping of Gi-Hun and In-Ho but it can also be read as platonic!

Warning: This is a tickle fic. If you are not a tickle blog, DNI.

In-Ho's plan was successful. At first. He'd exposed 230's vulnerability, embarrassed him in front of his allies and possibly every single player. That would teach him for acting like an indestructible bitch all the time. Now he'd both stopped Thanos from attacking another player and disrupted his unhinged self-obsession.

Yet, in the process, the Frontman may have accidentally exposed one of his own vulnerabilities. He mentally slapped himself in the head for it, yet he maintained his calm and unbothered demeanor. Well, mostly - a slight blush was growing on his cheeks as Dae-Ho had just asked about this weakness. How could he lie logically?

"No, I'm not, I was just saying that most people are"

"Nah-ah", Jung-Bae interrupted, patting Dae-Ho on the back as if to loyally demonstrate his allegiance to the 'Player 001 is definitely lying' side of the argument; "You said that everyone was ticklish, everyone and most people are two very different things"

Shit. Now In-Ho needed an ally of his own. He turned his head around to Gi-Hun, who was sitting in the middle of his bed, his mind wondering through space.

"Hey, 456", he called, causing Gi-Hun's eyes to widen in surprise - as if he had just been dragged back to Earth from Mars.

"Yes", he responded hesitantly and somberly. In-Ho almost felt bad for putting this poor bloke back in the games. Almost.

"You know figure of speech right? When somebody says that everyone is something, they usually mean most people. These two former marines are claiming the two are synonymous".

Gi-Hun just looked at his new friendly acquaintance in confusion. This was probably the last thing he thought his fellow player would have needed him for. He heard Dae-Ho whisper to Jung-Bae, "The fuck does synonymous mean?"

Finally, Gi-Hun said something. The man had obviously sensed the ramifications of picking a side in this argument, so he said, "Well, it depends on the context".

Dae-Ho smirked, "Oh come on Young-Il", he teased, "Tell him the context!"

Damn it. The Frontman's whole identity was a lie - he had to be able to conceal his sensitivity.

"Alright", he said in resignation, "Maybe lets just drop it".

"O-ho, I don't think so", Jung-Bae chuckled, stepping closer to the Frontman so that he was almost backed against the metal bunk behind him.

"Yeah, don't think your getting away that easy", Dae-Ho added, stepping toward him from the other side.

Gi-Hun, completely oblivious to everything that had just happened around him, felt a concern rising in him. The intrusive worries seemingly flooded from all directions - Are they about to fight? My friends? Does this mean I'm allied with the wrong people? Would the fight have been my fault? I should have just kept my mouth shut. I-"

But than the man noticed something. As Jung-Bae and Dae-Ho surrounded him, stalking up menacingly, Player 001 actually had the remnants of a smile on his face, as if the anticipation excited him. Moreover, he could see a blush running down his cheeks. Weird. Although he'd never admit it out loud, he thought that Young-Il looked kind of cute in this state.

"Come on guys", he watched 001 defend himself, "We can talk about this".

"Why are you smiling?", Gi-Hun interjected.

Dae-Ho's grin widened, "Yeah, tell Mr 456 why your smiling why don't you?"

Player 001 could only look at him, almost pleadingly. Than, in a split second, Jung-Bae and Dae-Ho launched forward, and Young-Il burst into high pitched giggles.

As soon as he figured out what was happening, Gi-Hun sighed. And, for the first time in a while, he smiled. All they were doing was a bit of harmless tickling - Dae-Ho scribbling at the man's left side while Jung-Bae poked around his belly. Young-Il was letting out the most innocent giggles imaginable, squirming desperately to get away to no avail. Gi-Gun hadn't remembered the last time he'd seen or experienced such a display, but something about player 001's laugh was contagious - something about the playful atmosphere lifted his sunken spirits.

"Liar liar pants on fire!", Dae-Ho remarked, switching his tactic from scribbles to light pokes.

"Nohohoho! Dohohon't!"

Dae-Ho raised an eyebrow, poking faster and adding a few gentle squeezes to his victim's hips, "Don't what?"

"Tihihihickle me!", In-Ho cried, and Gi-Hun saw his eyes widened as he recognized his mistake.

The two ex-marines had the most shit-eating grins on their faces.

"Tickle you? Where?", Jung-Bae asked in feigned innocence, jabbing his hand under Young-Il's arms. That was when the man cracked.

"NAHAHAHA! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! PLEHEHEASE!"

"We're merely doing what you asked", Jung-Bae commented, as if he was stating any other fact and not reducing his fellow player to a hysterical cackling fit.

Gi-Hun watched the scene unfold, seeing how player 001 had absolutely lost his shit, envious that player 001 was being completely distracted from the games - all the man's energy evidently focused on trying to knock off his attackers, not on wondering weather he'd live to see another day or help his wife and meet his child.

"Gi-Hun", Dae-Ho said, distracting him from his thoughts, "Quit daydreaming and give us a hahand! here! The vihictim's escahaping!"

Gi-Hun noticed that Young-Il had switched his mode of defense, trying to plow forward to get away instead of escape through one of his left or right side. As the two ex-marines had been concentrated on blocking his exit through those two locations, they were losing their grip on him as he seized this third.

Oh, what the heck. Gi-Hun hadn't remembered the last time he'd been so carefree. He'd help his friends.

Gi-Hun lunged into Young-Il's stomach, squeezing at it gently yet purposefully.

Meanwhile, In-Ho was absolutely losing it. He was being attacked from three angles, and laughing uncontrollably like a child, and he had no chance of saving himself. Not to mention the intensity of the ticklish feeling that buzzed through his stomach, sides and - worst of all - under his arms. He remembered when his brother had tickled him there when they were both young adults, attempting to embarrass him infront of a girl he was trying to flirt with. The noises he made now were as nutty and uncontrollable as they were back than. Moreover, he wasn't entirely sure he could trust these three men to stop any time soon, and he wasn't sure of how much more he could take.

"QUIHIHIHIT IT!", he begged, trying to grab at Gi-Hun's wrists but continually missing.

"Only when you admit how ticklish you are!", Dae-Ho challenged, making the Frontman even more squirmy at the mention of the word.

"EHEVEHEHERYOHOHONE IS!", he retorted, defending his dignity to the very end.

"Everyone everyone? Or most people?", Gi-Hun teased.

Man, the Frontman had only ever seen this guy sad, or emotionless, or angry. He had never seen him this joyous. He wasn't supposed to be having fun during these games. In the second game, he had to remember to break the man's spirit somehow. But he couldn't come up with a coherent plan while he was being tickled to bits.

"EVEHEHERYONE EVERYONE!", he cried out desperately, "IHIHIHIN - AHAHAHA - INCLUDING MEHEHE!"

Exchanging satisfied glances, his three attackers let up. In-Ho collapsed onto the bed behind him, catching his breath.

"You have a cute laugh", Gi-Hun said absentmindedly. Everyone suddenly turned to him, making him go dark crimson.

"N-nothing".

Hope you enjoyed (:

Keep Giggling!!!

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[sofarsogoodsowhat]

AUUUUGHHHHH MY HEAD HURTS SO BAD

[deelovesbooks]

ok time for a (partial) round up of the 2024 Christmas gifts made! Honestly I need to start making these two years in advance I swear 😂 maybe then I'll have time to get better pictures

First up for my younger sister: BMO from adventure time!

Completed 1am Christmas day and dear lord never again. Initial plan was to use a beanbag to add some weight to help him sit but I couldn't find any so I did perhaps the most Canadian thing I've ever done, he has a hockey puck in him 😂

Next up for my friend L: yellow guy from DHMIS

I made her the red guy last year I do not like DHMIS, any of it I've seen has been under duress but she loves it so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ he's not quite the right colours but that's what I had lol he was mostly done in September and then I got sick of him and forgot how much I still had to complete so he was finished I think 4am? the day we were getting together and reminded me how much I hate attaching things together lmao

Next my friend K: Pigeon! (+ ghostbusters and coasters)

She loves pigeons. I've been giving her something pigeon and/or cat related for years now 😂 the Ghostbusters thing is a long story about oh god probably around a decade ago now but involved K terrorizing L and when I stumbled across this pattern entirely by accident I knew I HAD to make it and now it will haunt L every time we visit K&P bc what else are friends for? 😂 Not pictured are 4 Easter themed coasters I forgot I made for K two bunnies and two chickens and they reminded me how much I do not like crocheting with cotton yarn lol. Oh and the pigeon was done mostly 5-6am and did the 2nd wing and attached them ~9:30 an hour before I had to leave the house lol

Last for this post is P(Ks bf): Lethal Company bottle opener/magnet

If I thought my forearms and such hurt after doing hours of knitting that's got nothing on nearly doing this all in one day. Tiny coping saw (to cut out the profile), and hours of Dremel carving, and then Dremel and hand sanding take a toll the next day lol. All the dark parts are carved out maybe 1/8"? Then a dark stain applied in the carved spaces, then the lighter brown stain varnish applied to the entire piece. The stains themselves are random ones I picked off the shelf lmao for the image I just transfered a png of I think the characters helmet which is the game launch icon? All I know is it's a videogame that K said P loved 😂 completed mostly in one day 2 days before gifting, bottle opener insert and magnets glued in around midnight day of bc I had to wait for stuff to dry lol

And of course each person who got a gift (handmade or not) from me got one of those knitted star ornaments :) pt 2 & pt 3

[roimp]

I HAD FUN WITH FRIENDSS

[charliesinfern0]

stupid fucking animation software compressing my files to shit for no reason

[itsalwaysdark]

ive always wanted to play dnd but truly i think its too late for me and i just dont have it

[irrelevaantidiot]

Thank god I have a free class tomorrow.

[mockiatoh]

My biggest frustration with the left has always been the inability/unwillingness to work on making progress inside of the system while advocating for greater change.

I remember the first time I came to this realization.

I was nineteen, pregnant. We couldn’t afford to heat the house because we couldn’t afford the deposit to turn the gas on. It was miserably cold. The duplex we were renting was old and rickety and drafty. The window frames were messed up and there were cracks you could stick your finger through that were open to the elements.

Just, like, to give you an idea where we were financially. And this was better than we’d been doing before!

Anyway, I had recently started going to DSA meetings. And that month, they were talking about how a moderate democrat had successfully gotten a small increase in WIC benefits monthly. It came out to, like, $10 a month.

The members talking—mostly male, almost all doing decent—were scornful. The democrat should have pushed harder and gotten more, refused to accept anything until everyone else caved to their demands. I remember sitting there, quietly drinking the latte in the smallest size they had that I had bought with scrounged quarters, listening. Wishing it wasn’t held in an indie coffee shop because it was a luxury I really couldn’t afford, but it would be rude not to. Enjoying the coffee anyway.

I was one of the lucky ones who was getting that additional $10 a month through WIC. Even more exciting, we were now getting a voucher for the farmers’ market. I casually mentioned that WIC recipients would now be getting farmers’ market vouchers, too.

The guy who organized the meetings was a hard worker, passionate guy. Did something in tech.

He was like, “That’s the thing! These people don’t want farmers market vouchers. They want—” and he went on to describe a bunch of pie in the sky desires. That, yeah, sounded good.

But one. I was one of those people! A lot if the tamiles were super excited about it, myself included.

I had never been to a farmers’ market before. I tried arugula for the first time, a piece pulled from a bunch by the grower as he explained the flavor difference. I hadn’t known before then that different lettuce greens had different flavors, that it was more than just the texture and shape. I tried pesto, which delighted me. Goat cheese. I got three full pounds of strawberries for two dollars, since they were closing soon and the old man selling the berries got a kick out of me.

Anyway. It was like, you have a decent life. Not great but decent! The things that are life changing for me, for us… you already have.

The ten dollars at the grocery store made the difference between a meal of broken-noodles-with-some-half-horrible-pantry-scraps and a meal. It kept me full and healthy! And the additional farmers’ market voucher was world changing for me.

The democrat who worked for those things barely got them through. And it was means tested to hell and back. They weren’t able to get everything they wanted. But what they got made such a huge difference for me, for people like me.

[lexcys]

★ observing rafe cameron x reader

summary: you were trying everything to hide the fact that you couldn’t stop staring at rafe, unbeknownst to you - he was secretly hoping you were

a/n: this is a surfer!rafe x shy!reader btw!! also this is like pretty much my first ever fanfic so I have no idea what the fuck I am doing so sorry if this is literal ass 😭 no mention of a fem!reader besides the fact that the womans bathroom gets entered

you felt the heat of the sun on your skin as you stepped out of the twinkie. the soft crash of the distant waves barely audible over the hum of the pogues voices

stepping onto the beach, a surge of excitement hits you. the day you and the pogues have been counting down to all week has finally arrived

you take one final glance into your bag, double-checking for anything you might have forgotten—sunscreen, snacks, a book, and a few other trinkets, satisfied you make your way over to your usual spot ready to take off your tshirt and shorts which hid your swim wear underneath, until you spotted someone out of the corner of your eye

rafe cameron

somehow the kooks had managed to pick the exact same date, place and time to visit the beach as you and your friends

while the others were hastly running towards the water stripping on the way down, paying no attention to the kooks, kie stayed back waiting for you

she was already in her bikini while your clothes weren’t even close to leaving your body and landing on the ground

''you coming?'' she asked, hand on her forehead shielding her from the burning sun

''umm'', taking a quick glance around you searched the beach in a, hopefully, unsuspicious way trying to locate rafe again

glancing down you turned your gaze elsewhere, you hoped the sudden heat entering your body was from the sun and not from the sight of rafe taking his shirt off

''I’ll join you guys later, I’m a little dizzy right now'', you spoke swiftly looking up at her, hoping to not get caught in the little white lie

all though kie nodded, the flicker of confusion in her eyes and a quick look behind you told you all you needed to know

you had never verbally stated your attraction to the him but you were pretty sure almost anybody could’ve guessed with the way you tensed up or seemed quieter and clumsier whenever he was in close proximity

taking off your top and shorts you shot a look over to the pogues who were already splashing and practically drowning each other. you giggled while settling down onto your beach towel before applying sunscreen and laying down on your stomach with a book in hand

even though your book was very interesting, the sight in front of you was much more enticing

rafe was currently riding a pretty common wave, yet you found yourself unable to stop staring

you adjusted your book hoping to hide the fact that you were practically ogling at the cameron boy

he was far enough out that you couldn’t make out the details but you still caught the way his hair stuck to his face, the way his body twisted with the rythm of the wave and the way he… kept turning his head towards you?

it seemed like he was looking for you, looking to see if you were watching him

cheeks burning, you try to push your delusions aside trying to find the passage you were reading earlier

you take another peek at him and by the the time you do, he was already out of the water, walking towards his friends with the biggest fucking grin, beaming with pride and confidence, already seeming to rave about the wave he just rode

hearing jj’s laugh you swiftly adjust and pretend to be reading your book that was definitely more interesting than staring at rafe’s wet body and stupid grin

while jj kept whining about how john b, supposedly, almost drowned him they both settled down on your left, luckily on the side where the kooks were lounging

fortunately he also kept talking which meant you were able to peep right past his face and steal short glances towards rafe

it was almost impossible for you to keep your eyes off of him. it didn’t matter where you would see him, you were always stealing glances or simply staring at him from a distance. others could call this stalking but you liked to call it observing, you liked watching him, but not in a creepy way, more so you were admiring him, he was pretty

you liked his side profile, the way his bangs framed his face, the way his eyes looked in the sun, the way his shirts hung onto his fit body - you noticed the way he was very articulate with his hands, which were always adorned with the same two rings, the way the corner of his lips turned downwards whenever he tried not to smile

noticing him facing you, eyeing your group, the staring quickly stopped

at this point the distance between the two groups was too small for your liking because of course the kooks had to settle down as closely as possible to the pogues - it was somehow impossible for them to keep their distance

given the short distance, whenever you actually were brave enough to look again it seemed like he was meeting your gaze, trying to maintain eye contact

heart beating way too fast and cheeks burning, you turn away from jj trying to initiate a conversation with sarah, who was sitting on your right

after a while of, luckily, managing to keep your head from spinning towards him, to meet his gaze - aside from the occasional looks to jj or john b whenever they were contributing to the conversation - you were desperate to get up, to empty your bladder

you dreaded getting up, fully aware that the beach bar was situated just behind the kooks, it meant walking past rafe and the mere thought of that unnerved you - every step would make you acutely aware of your surroundings, mind racing, until the very thought of moving felt like it might turn your legs into jelly

examining the scene quickly you notice half of the kooks gone, including rafe, they must’ve left when you weren’t looking - you feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders while also immediately feeling a certain misery overtaking you

this unrequited crush was spiraling out of control

strutting over to the bar you take notice of ruthie with another girl sitting at one of the tables and kelce talking to the bartender seeming to be cracking jokes instead of ordering

walking past them you try to keep your gaze relatively low to avoid any sort of interaction. turning into the small hallway of the bar you exhale a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding

the calmness doesn’t last long because as you round the corner to reach the toilets you spot him, standing in front of the mens bathroom, phone in hand and looking quite bored

before you get the chance to look away he lifts his head and notices you, he smiles - you smile back, a very awkward smile

relatively quickly you turn your head away and enter the women’s bathroom. your head becoming a blur, suddenly already washing your hands ready to leave the bathroom

he must’ve left already, right?

''topper are you fucking coming, man?!'', you catch rafe through the door

your plan of immediately leaving and paying him no mind, began to falter two seconds after stepping out of the bathroom

''hey, y/n'', you hear from behind you, shit

you freeze up for a second, caught off guard, before composing yourself and turning around

immediately drawn to him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his hair had dried in quite a messy way, his slightly squinted eyes and the slight smirk splayed across his face

''how are you?'' he questions before you had the chance to greet him back

''I’m doing fine'', you manage to exclaim, nearly tripping over your words before adding the usual ''and you?''

you dig in your mind trying to recall the last time you’d exchanged words beyond the usual "hi" or "hey''

''ditto'',

apparently not completely satisified with your answer, he regards you for a moment, the stare causing a warmth to creep up your neck as you shifted uneasily

''why did your friends leave you all alone over there?'', rafe inquired with a raised brow - a hint of curiosity in his tone, ''they seemed to be enjoying themeselves''

letting out a soft exhale you answer him, attempting to maintain eye contact but faltering almost immediately, ''I wasn’t feeling so good'' was all you manage to muster before adding the word, ''dizzy'' in a rather whispered voice, as you lied through your teeth, hoping he wouldn’t see through it

if he did, he didn’t let on ''are you feeling better now?’'

you nod quickly, meeting his gaze

looking up at him with those almost innocent eyes, he can’t help but offer, ''are you sure? I can get you a glass of water'', an unrecognisable sweetness laced his voice, softening his usual edge

taken aback by his unexpected offer you hesitate before denying his offer by simply shaking your head

he let out a quiet snort, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he watched you struggle to give a simple answer

''what book were you reading?'', he asked, his smirk widening as he leaned further back into the wall, clearly amused at the way the conversation was turning into a playful interrogation, as if he found some strange satisfaction in making you squirm just a little bit

you froze, your mind going blank, searching for the title before realising you genuinely couldn’t remember, maybe because you weren’t actually reading the book

like a savior, topper emerged from the bathroom, a flicker of confusion passing across his face as he scanned the scene before moving past you both, muttering a quiet "let’s go," clearly directed at rafe

for a split second, it looked like frustration crossed rafe’s face, fleeting before you could overthink it, flashing you a smile he pushed himself off the wall and made his way past you

but before he completely disappeared out of view, he turned back with a smirk and called over his shoulder,

''hope you enjoyed the show earlier''

oh

[sugoroo]

ʚɞ warnings: fem!reader, reader plays volleyball, masturbation, oral (f receiving), obsessive behaviour, boobjob, penetration (p in v), 18+ minors dni.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who decides you're going to be his the very first time he sees you playing volleyball on the beach with your teammates wearing those pitiful scraps of material that can hardly be classified as a bikini.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who makes sure to pick up any and every extra shift he can just so he can figure out exactly what times you come down to the shore to practise.

pervy lifeguard!gojo whose new favourite pastime is just to sit in his lookout post, barely paying attention to the water to keep an eye on anybody who may be in potential danger — no, lately, his gaze always seems to be fixed squarely upon you.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who can't help but push his sunglasses up to rest in his hair so he can get a clearer view of you as you move around the sand, the way your scantily-clad body moves whenever you jump to hit the ball over the net just hypnotizing the poor man.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who has to disregard his duties completely to duck into a nearby beach hut when it becomes too much to just watch you, furiously fisting his leaking cock to the delicious mental image of your ass bouncing as you played.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who emerges from the hut looking like an utter mess, snowy locks dishevelled and swimming trunks hanging low on his hips as he stumbles back over to his lookout post. his strange behavior even grants him a few curious look from nearby beachgoers, but he couldn't care less.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who finds his hands clenching into tight fists by his sides when he observes one of the boys from the opposing volleyball team shaking your hand after a match. it's just a sign of mutual respect between players —  he knows that.

but that doesn't mean it irritates him any less.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who finally gathers the confidence to actually approach you later that afternoon while you're packing up your things, idly scratching the back of his undercut while he tries to think of a normal way to start a conversation.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who doesn't have to speak at all in the end, because you say the first words for him, greeting him with that pretty little smile of yours that he's only been able to see from afar up until now and outstretching a hand for him to shake.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who can't help but let a pleased grin spread across his lips while he returns the gesture, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction rising in his chest that his own touch on your palm has erased that previous guy's.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who falls even harder for you (if that's possible) during the few minutes he talks with you. it's nothing more than a friendly interaction between two regular beachgoers, but to him, it's one of many more to come.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who feels like he could do an embarrassing victory dance on the sand right then and there when you casually mention an upcoming volleyball competition that you'll be playing in. so you want him to be there, huh?

he nonchalantly responds that he might just be able pop by and watch some of it during his break — as if he isn't already planning on completely abandoning his post in favour of spectating the entire match instead.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who is so full of excitement during the week leading up to the tournament that he just can't keep quiet about it for even a single second. his poor bestfriend lifeguard!geto is beginning to feel like he's the one with the giant, pathetic crush on you at this point.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who would most likely be fired if his boss was to see him right now, sprawled across a bench and watching you compete at volleyball instead of looking out for drowning children in the waves.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who is sporting a not-so-subtle tent in his swimming trunks as he sits there, which he tries in vain to hide by crossing his legs over his lap. i mean, can you really blame him? just look at the way those doughy tits of yours jiggle in that downright sinful bikini top!

pervy lifeguard!gojo who has to clench his jaw to stop from snapping various profanities at the nearby beachgoers who have stopped in their tracks just to witness the match — he's not oblivious, he can see them checking you out just as he is.

but it's different when he does it. why? because you're going to be his soon enough. don't they understand that?

pervy lifeguard!gojo who isn't surprised in the slightest when your team easily triumphs over the other. after all, the opposing team doesn't have you on it. and although he knows little to nothing about volleyball, he can easily declare that you must be the best at it.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who would ideally like to run up to you and gush about how well you performed, but due to the very visible... problem in his trunks, ends up darting into the nearest beach hut for the second time this month to relieve himself because of you.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who is halfway through sloppily jerking his hips up into his closed fist when sunlight suddenly starts to flit through the gap in the door — shit, he was so worked up he forgot to even close it.

rookie mistake, satoru.

pervy lifeguard!gojo whose eyes widen to the size of saucers when he realizes it's you who just walked in through the doorway, shutting it gently behind you. he's about to start furiously apologizing for what you stumbled in on when he notices you don't seem nearly as shocked as you probably should be.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who can only watch in stunned silence as you slowly saunter closer to him, your hands hidden behind your back as they easily untie the strings of your bikini top before letting it fall to the floor.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who releases what can only be described as a pornographic moan at the sight of your freed breasts, his neglected cock twitching beneath his hand as he ogles you without shame. if he had any self-awareness left, he might've been embarrassed of the small trickle of drool oozing from his slackened mouth.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who feels his cheeks flush a shade of red brighter than the leaking tip of his bobbing cock when you purr to him... "do you really think i haven't noticed you checking me out for these past few weeks, mr lifeguard?"

pervy lifeguard!gojo who somehow finds himself living out a scenario lewder than the wildest of wet dreams he's had about you, his jittery hips thrusting erratically between your tits as you keep them pressed together for him with your hands.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who reaches what is undoubtably the fastest orgasm of his life, his sunglasses toppling from his head as it falls back in bliss, messy white locks stuck to his forehead with sweat as he releases a series of broken groans and whimpers.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who immediately joins you on your knees once he's come down from his euphoric high, long pink tongue lolling out to lap up every drop of sticky cum he split on your pretty tits, sucking and nipping at every inch of supple skin within reach.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who just can't stop yapping, going on and on about how perfect you are, how you've been on his mind for what feels like forever, how sexy you look when you're hitting around that volleyball.

it seems the only way to actually shut pervy lifeguard!gojo up is to shove his beautiful face between your legs, the only sounds leaving him now being mewls of enjoyment as he mouths at your saccharine taste through your bikini bottoms.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who is already too lost in you to properly remove the material keeping him from your pussy, instead lazily yanking it to the side with a single finger so he can dive nose-deep into your sweet cunt like he's been dreaming about doing for weeks.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who is just so messy with it, practically making out with your dripping hole as he rapidly delves his tongue in and out, moaning so shamelessly you'd think he was the one getting eaten out and not you.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who makes you cum using only his sloppy mouth so many times neither of you even know just how long you've been cooped up in this beach hut where there's a real possibility that someone could walk in at any given moment.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who can't hold himself back from fucking you anymore — he's waited long enough already, after all. so he's effortlessly manhandling you onto your back as he pushes in, eyes locked onto the sight of your tits still glistening with his saliva and cum from earlier.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who buries his face between the valley of your breasts as he ruts into you like a rabid animal, word after word of slurred praise failing from his lips as he looks up you with those wide, lovestruck cerulean eyes.

god, he's so fucking obsessed with you. getting to finally feel you like this was just the last nail in the coffin.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who somehow cums even harder than his previous climax, the overwhelming sensation of the tight, spongy walls of your cunt pulling him back in over and over again just unravelling his hazy mind with ease.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who has to psychically stop himself from letting out a choked whisper of 'i love you' as he spills his milky seed right into your womb where his cockhead is lodged, seemingly having enough awareness left to know that it's much too soon for that.

instead, pervy lifeguard!gojo settles for fixing you with a dopy grin so wide that both rows of his glinting pearly whites are on full display, murmuring a cheeky... "what do you say we make this a routine after every competition, pretty baby?"

© 2024 SUGOROO. please don't copy or translate any of my works without my explicit permission. all rights are reserved to me.

LIKES AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED!

pervy yoga instructor!geto <- PREVIOUS.

pervy electrician!toji -> NEXT.

[crepezinhos]

Time-in

Kinich is not the most humble guy when it comes to setting hours to Ajaw's timeout and Ajaw hates it to the core. He hates it so much that he counts every single second until he can leave that stupid place and Kinich knows it, which is why he almost always prepares to have the pixelated dinosaur flying around him, screaming how reliefed he is to be out again... but not when he's fucking you.

Kinich is raw. He'll fuck you for hours in many kind of positions until he's made sure that your are full of him without emiting a single, clear moan. It's all whispers of praise and hums done inside his throat. It's not because he doesn't enjoy that kind of activity, he actually enjoys it like you're gonna die tomorrow, after all, he even manages to lose track of time, no matter how perfect he is with timing.

"Ahhh!!! Feels so good to be out aga-" Little Ajaw suddenly popped out from Kinich's back very excited to be out, but before he could start doing little 'celebration' dance where he’d just twerk his buttocks around, the scene and sounds below him made his whole tiny body freeze, to a point where half his forehead was blue due to the shock.

"A-Ajaw..?!" You moaned his name out in despair, using all the strength you had left to try angling your intimate body parts away from Ajaw's big eyes, but you can’t ‘un-view’ things unfortunately.

Kinich didn't even realize Ajaw's presence at first, so he got confused when you said that and turned to his back him right away, already ready to act tough on the poor dinosaur who was witnessing raw human breeding.

"Leave." Kinich scolded him with an annoyed voice tone, trying to censor your body from him by hugging you closer to his chest, but not a single muscle of his face moved as he did so, neither did he stop thrusting your swollen cunt, going back at staring at your pathetic sex face as soon as he was done ordering the pixel around.

Ajaw's jaw trembled some times, probably trying to find something to respond, but the view he was witnessing of his servant’s dick being so roughly inserted in such an angelic and modest woman like you to a point where you were all naked and broken into a hungry slut with sweaty hair, a creampie in your belly and so many marks of bites, hickeys and handprints all over you done by Kinich, was making him so uncomfortable that he just flew back to his timeout zone. Yes, he went to timeout on his own just because he was that uncomfortable. Just the fact that his servant knew what sex in the first place bothered him! You and Kinich seemed so modest talking to each other that in his eyes you two would never be able to do such carnal activity, especially a kinky one.

"K-Kinich! S-Slow down-! I-I just came, please!"

Were the last words he heard from Tevyat before he was back to his little pixelated jungle realm.

Silly little thought about Kinich before I finish my actual next post 😋

[fastandcarlos]

Baby In Papaya : ̗̀➛ Lando Norris

summary: as your son starts to join you in the mclaren paddock, it doesn't take long for him to earn his own piece of papaya too

The noise in the garage quietened as soon as the team watched you walk in, holding onto the hand of your son. Lando stood up straight away, kneeling down with his arms wide open as your son ran through and jumped straight into Lando’s hold. 

“Hi buddy,” Lando grinned, pressing a kiss against his cheek before placing him back on his feet, allowing him to say hello to the other faces around the garage that he knew. 

Once you had placed your bag down, you made your way over to Lando too, feeling his lips peck against your cheek, his arm snake around your waist. Zak was quick to come and greet you, letting you know just how excited the team were to have you back in the garage again. 

“Anything you need today, you let us know,” he told you, making sure that you were looked after. Since having your son, it was your first time at a race, and the team were keen to make life as easy for you as they possibly could. 

After saying hello, your son ran back over to Lando, hiding behind his leg as the noise got louder. With everyone stood in a huddle, Zak reached up onto one of the shelves, pulling down a box and holding it out to you. 

“We got a little something for the little man to welcome him to McLaren,” Zak told you. 

“Really, you guys are adorable,” you grinned, taking the box from Zak. 

With your son’s help you lifted the lid off, greeted by a patch of papaya straight away. As you reached in, the material unfolded to reveal a McLaren shirt, a smaller replica of the one that Lando wore around the garage. 

Your son’s eyes lit up as he realised that he had been given the same as what Lando wore, bouncing up and down on his feet. “What do you say?” You asked him, watching him peer around from behind Lando and thank Zak for the gift he had given him. 

Soon enough, your son had taken his top off, his arms stretched up in the air. You knew exactly what he wanted, placing the new shirt over his head, pulling it down as it fit perfectly around his little body. 

No one was more excited than Lando though as he knelt down, standing next to your son. They were almost identical in their matching shirts, exactly what Lando had always dreamt of. 

“You look so handsome,” you smiled across at them both. 

“I’m just like daddy now, aren’t I?” 

Your head nodded in reply to your son, “hopefully it stops at the shirt, if it extends to driving race cars too, I think might have a breakdown.” 

Several chuckles came from around the paddock as the team went back to their jobs, leaving you, Lando and your son sat in one corner of the garage, with Oscar soon inviting himself over to join the three of you too. 

“When you were pregnant Lando used to talk about how he wanted to match with his child,” Oscar informed you, “it was all he talked about.” 

“Did he now?” You teased, “funny how you never told me that.” 

Lando shot a glare across at Oscar who had a proud smile on his face, lifting your son and placing him into his lap as he continued to admire his shirt. 

“I was thinking we could head out on a paddock tour in a bit,” Lando spoke, wanting to make sure that his son got the full experience of the garage, even if he was a little too young to be able to take it all in. 

“Will it be safe enough to take him around?” You quizzed, a little more doubtful than Lando was. “It’s busy out there, especially with all the car parts being moved around too.” 

Lando nodded confidently, not wanting you to worry. “I’ll be right there with you guys so you won’t be by yourselves. And if he gets lost, at least everyone will know that he belongs to McLaren now too.” 

Your eyes rolled as Lando proudly admired how amazing your son looked in the shirt once again. It had been a long time since you’d seen him so excited, knowing just how long he’d waited to show your son around, you just couldn’t say no to him. 

As he watched your head nod, Lando’s eyes lit up. “There’s so many people who have been pestering to meet him.” 

“I’m trusting you," you warned, poking against Lando's side. You looked across at Oscar who couldn’t help but laugh at you both, remembering how much fun it was to have you at the paddock. “This might be the stupidest decision that I’ve made in my life.” 

Oscar cleared his throat from beside you, “I’d argue that your stupidest decision was choosing to sleep with this guy,” he joked, smirking in Lando’s direction. “I mean even after all these years I wonder what it was that you ever saw in Lando.” 

“I’m sat right here,” Lando reminded you, speaking as if he was invisible. ”And obviously she saw how devilishly handsome I was, otherwise we wouldn’t have our little papaya baby sat here right now.” 

He was Lando’s pride and joy, on the edge of his seat with excitement about being able to introduce him to everyone. Before you knew it, he was up and holding onto your son to carry him round, hurrying you up so that he could take you around with him. 

As Lando began to walk, you hung back, with Oscar deciding to join you too. “Do you have any idea how excited he’s been to do this?” He asked you. 

“I imagine he’s been unbearable,” you laughed. 

Oscar nodded, never failing to be surprised by how well you knew Lando. “I think everyone has been driven slightly up the wall listening to him this weekend. He’s told me five times alone that you were coming, just in case I happened to forget.” 

Ahead of you, Lando walked with a spring in his step, allowing his son to wave to just about everyone. A few of the other drivers came over, keen to meet the little boy that they had heard so much about. Your son was adorable at the best of times, but dressed in papaya, he had everyone obsessing over him. 

“I think someone’s enjoying themselves,” Lando smiled back at you as yet another driver waved goodbye. Lando bounced your son in his hold, making sure that you saw just how big his smile was. 

“Is it our son, or is it secretly you?” You joked. 

“I’m having the time of my life,” Lando proudly admitted, unable to contain himself. “I always knew it anyway, but papaya really does suit my boy.” 

Your head shook at Lando’s grin, “it was only a matter of time before I ended up losing my son to McLaren, wasn’t it?” 

“His whole wardrobe will be papaya soon, I’ll make sure it’s packed out with plenty of merch,” Lando assured you, “and everyone will know that he is daddy’s biggest fan.” 

“I remember the days when I was your biggest fan,” you joked, “now I’ve just been pushed aside like I’m nothing thanks to our child.” 

“Don’t worry, there’s a place for you at number two.” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗