#but we have to actually. ya know. do something about it

[iwaasfairy]

Please please PLEASE elaborate on father figure sylus. Anything. LITERALLY anything we neeeeeeeeds it

I didn’t beta just wrote off the dome but I’m thinking of doing an actual fic for father figure sylus don’t woRRY BBY I GOT UUUUU

tw pseudo-incest, age gap, parentified sylus

“Alright, sit up straight,” he mumbles, pushing out his chest so that your head slips down further along his body and lands against his stomach, eating fabric. “Don’t fall asleep because I’m not carrying ya.”

His low voice is followed by a low chuckle at your whiny disbelief, and then a deep few breaths when you make no effort to move. He’s warm. And he’s nice to lay on. And if you don’t move, you know Sylus will give in and pick you up and carry you up anyway. His hands land back on your head to resume his lazy drawling through your hair— as your cheek moves up and down against his stomach.

After a while, he pinches your cheek. “Come up here, little princess, c’mon. Sit up.” It takes no further convincing to have him slide his hands under your arms to lift you up against his body, draping your face against his collarbone. “Tired?”

“No. You’re warm, s’all,” you mumble instead, and drag your nose against his throat until he lets out another noise. Up, until you bump up against his stubble and purposely dig your face into his skin. “And smell good.”

“Yeah?” He drags your face up by cupping your cheeks, and holds you there. “You’re touchy.”

“You’re touchy,” you chime back. There’s a moment of silence, before he snorts. His eyes glint with amusement, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. Instead of saying any more, his hands move down your body to pull you closer into his chest, until you’re nose to nose. Fingers trace your hips. Sylus smells familiar. He smells like home, and he looks it too, slightly flushed from the heat of the room and the way you’re crawling into him even more. Following his motions, you cup his face too. Angular, knowing, set sternly.

He puffs out air onto your face. “What?”

“Kieran said you wouldn’t be home today.” He also said you should play with him and Luke if you got sick of being holed up in the living room, but you decide not to tell your father that. Your eyes shift away from his to lace your fingers behind his head, and start picking at the hair there.

“Did he?” His lips press into a thin line, and his hands slip under the thin shirt you’ve put on for bed. He lowers his voice to brush his mouth over your ear. “I think Kieran has quite the little crush on you.”

Your face skews into a pinch, and you lean in to press a kiss to his mouth. “Daddy! That’s not true~” It can’t possibly be. The twins watched over you when you were still a kid, kept you from blowing their whole cover for way too many times to think of you as anything other than a snot-nosed brat. “He’s your friend. Too old.”

Sylus’ sharp brow raises, and he lets out a noise through his nose. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

He leans in until you are forced to look at him, and slides his fingers under your panties’ edge to toy there. “Really? And me? Am I too old?”

Instantly you shake your head, and pout at his look. “Course not. You’re- you’re just… daddy. You’re all mine.”

“Kieran likes you.” He says again, that protective rumble in his chest setting your hairs on end. You don’t want him to be upset. You didn’t bring it up to discuss something like that when the time you get to spend with your adoptive father is already too short.

To settle the topic, you give another kiss, and lean forward until your eyes go cross trying to look at him. Your lips are pushed against his warm mouth until he moves them back against yours, and your little tongue pushes into his. The mix of spit is swallowed down, and you press your cheek to his. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” Not now. Not when you’re in his lap and his crotch has been pushing against you all this while. You shift your hips in his lap until you get the exact pressure you want.

Sylus lifts you by your thighs to reposition you back down, and gives you a look. “Babe. We’re having a conversation.”

“No.” Your hips roll against his, until he grunts, until his cock stirs in his pants at the feeling of your body grinding on him. The next words that come out are the most honest you can be, as his vermillion eyes catch yours. “Missed daddy all day. Don’t want you to be mad.” He knows.

Fingers squeeze your skin, and he allows you to curl yourself like a cat in his lap to hike your shirt up and off. “Please, daddy?”

“Baby~” It’s not nearly as stern as he wants it to be. Pants feel tight, and your tits sit so pretty on your chest, as you’re practically presenting yourself on his lap, big doe eyes and pouty lips— and he knows his willpower is slipping as soon as you make another motion for a kiss. “What’dya want? Wanna have my fingers to sit on? My face? Tell me what you need.”

“No~” Your princess-y, bratty tone rings out loud as you push more kisses to his face and push his hands down your thighs towards your center. “Want your cock. You know what I want.” You’re softly pounding your fists on his chest like a true brat. “Hurry up. I want you inside me.” You’re so fucking spoiled. How did he get you this far? Still, his balls pull and his cock pushes further into the heat of your barely covered pussy, tenting the fabric with his swelling length.

What’s a good man to do with someone like you. You’re too eager when he pats your legs to move you back, and starts by undoing his belt— watching as your thin fingers take over to undo the zipper and you’ve got your damn tongue between your teeth, gleefully taking what’s yours.

One day he’ll be able to resist you. His cock is taken out hard and flushed, throbbing, and you make quick work of shuffling your panties down your legs and getting back in his lap. Crotch marked with a nice wet spot.

Tonight is not that day.

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

https://www.tumblr.com/zzbubblegumbitchzz/781198783656656896/hey-we-talk-about-dark-quinn-a-lot-and-i-love-it

Berry…….

I fear you may have stirred something in me.

quinn’s signings when he has to pose with other females and she’s there in the wings just watching, grimacing each time another adult woman clings to her man like he belongs to them.

on the lake in the summer when other females would get invited by who knows which one of the many guys there and they’re shamelessly eyeing him and she’s shooting daggers through them with her eyes.

𖤹 later that night she’s possessively marking his clavicle (ya know so it’s still covered for spontaneous captain necessary appearances) in small tiny love-bites in the shape of her first initial. just incase it wasn’t obvious earlier in the day.

oh god her and the wag jackets? It’s hit or miss with her.

CAY YOU BEAUTIFUL BRAINED GAL OMG I WENT OFF A BIT BUT OH WELL

no because the lake house? all bets are off, especially if someone gets brave with him. a hand on his arm? oh no ma’am. Quinn knows, as soon as that other woman is suddenly in front of him. he knows you’re gonna be real unpleased.

he’ll do the small talk thing, whatever. it’s public knowledge he’s very well off the market. he literally only walked away from you cause you have him big eyes and he knew you wanted another drink. what pushes you over the ledge? the way that girls fingers linger too long on your quinny’s hand. the hand that’s holding your drink.

Jack spots the interaction and just sighs while he’s ushering the rest of the house outside cause he knows the second you get up all bets are off the table.

“Quinny?” your voice is soft, sweet even. he doesn’t even hesitate to look at you, forgetting about the woman to his left.

“hi, pretty baby. was just about to come get you.” and it’s true. he was, just minus the drink now.

“i think i wanna go to bed, wanna come with me?” he knows what you’re getting at. knows he’s gonna close his bedroom door and you’re gonna be on your knees mumbling on about how no one else can get him this hard so fast.

“yeah, let’s go. i’m gonna go tell Jack and Luke. go on up.” and then he’s walking between the two of you. leaving you standing there, with her.

“such a shame for you huh? cause he’s gonna take me, his wife, up to bed and do some of the filthiest things to me. which is exactly what you were hoping for, right? silly girl, last i checked my name was on the house you’re standing in too. so why don’t you take that poor self tan and leave?” your voice is stern, unwavering and confident. not an ounce of discomfort. you’re actually wearing a bright smile.

and that’s all Quinn sees when he comes back, “you ready, pretty?”

[howlingday]

Ever since I was young, I always had lots of friends. But Jaune wasn't just a friend.

Pyrrha: (Pokes Grimm)

Jaune: Hm?

Grimm: (Wakes up, Roars)

Jaune/Pyrrha: (Run away screaming)

He was my BEST friend.

Pyrrha/Jaune: (Triumphant over Grimm)

Pyrrha: Hey, Jaune! Summer just started, so what do you want to do tomorrow?

Jaune: I'm sorry, Pyrrha... I can't play with you tomorrow.

Pyrrha: O-Oh... Th-That's okay! Then how about-

Jaune: I can't play with you anymore. EVER AGAIN.

Pyrrha: Huh...? Jaune? Wha... What do you mean?!

Jaune: We're no longer best friends, Pyrrha. Because...

Jaune: (Surrounded by beautiful Grimm) I've found some new best friends to play with~.

MY GRIMM-KIN STEPSISTER WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE

Part III (Part I / Part II)

Pyrrha: (Jolts upright) AAAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... Ah... It was just a dream...

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Mama Nikos: Good morning, Pyrrha~! Were you screaming again?

Pyrrha: I'm fine, Mom...

Mama Nikos: Another nightmare?

Mama Nikos: Oh no... Did you have another CUCK DREAM?

Pyrrha: I SAID I'M FINE, MOM! I'M LEAVING NOW, BYE!

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Jaune invited me over to his new house.

Jaune: (Waves) Hey. Thanks for coming. There was something important I wanted to discuss with you.

Pyrrha: Something important?

Jaune: I wanted to discuss our future.

Pyrrha: Y-You mean... (Gulps, Doki~!) Uh...

Jaune: The future of our adventuring party, since we now have four members. Everyone else is already here.

Cinder: Dwarf, those ash-chips are mine! He made them for ME!

Nora: (Munching on ash-chips) Hey, Jaune! These are pretty good! You sure they're toxic?

Pyrrha: ...Uh-huh...

Yeah... I should've expected as much.

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Jaune: Cinder will be our scout. This should help with traps and ambushes.

Cinder: (Leans on him)

Jaune: Going deeper means more resources we can gather, and more lien, but also more danger. I wanted to check with everyone to decide our risk margins. If you have anything to say, please say it now.

Nora: I NEED TO GO DEEPER BECAUSE I'M BROKE! I'm two months behind on rent, ya know!

Jaune: Well, Nora, have you considered not drinking, whoring, and gambling?

Nora: WHAT?! What does that have to do with paying my rent?!

Jaune: Honestly, I want to go deeper, but I feel like we need someone with more range before heading to rank 5 areas. Rank 4 should be fine, even with our current group. What do you think, Cinder?

Cinder: W-Well... I've never been on a mission before, so... I'm a little scared~. But... I think I can do it if I'm with you, Jaune~!

Jaune: Don't you worry, Cinder. I promise I'll protect you.

Cinder: Thanks, Step-Bro~! Hee hee~!

...? WOT

Jaune: What about you, Pyrrha?

Pyrrha: Uh... What's going on with you and your "sister"? You two seem a little... close.

Jaune: Hm? Oh, I see what you mean. (Scritches Cinder's head) I screwed up and made Cinder really sick. It turns out that Grimm-Kin are actually really fragile, so I've been a little overprotective of her ever since. (Stands) That reminds me; Cinder, if we're going to get new gear for you, we should grab some sun block. I'll go get the cream.

Cinder: (Smiling smugly at Pyrrha)

Pyrrha: ...

Cinder: (Opens mouth, Pumps hands)

Pyrrha: (Biting her lip, Veins bulging)

Nora: You okay?

Cinder: (Cackling)

Pyrrha: JAUNE! CINDER AND I ARE GOING OUT BACK! WE NEED TO TALK! RIGHT NOW!

Jaune: Talk? Now? About what?

Pyrrha: STUFF! GIRLY STUFF! BOYS CAN'T LISTEN! DON'T COME NEAR THE DOOR!

Jaune: Uh... Okay?

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Pyrrha: WHAT! IS! YOUR! PROBLEM?! What are you trying to pull on Jaune?!

Cinder: I dunno, PEE-WAA~! What's YOUR problem? I'm just trying to be sociable with my brother~.

Pyrrha: "Sociable"?! Cut the bullshit! You're trying to SEDUCE him! Jaune might be too nice to complain, but as his best friend, I'm not going to let you screw with his vows as a paladin!

Cinder: Or maybe YOU should cut the bullshit! "As his best friend"? Really?

Cinder: It's painfully obvious that you're in love with him.

Pyrrha: !!!

Cinder: What? Did you think I was too stupid to notice?

Pyrrha: I... UM... THAT'S... UH...

Cinder: Oh no... You actually thought you were hiding it. Adorable. No wonder he likes you.

Pyrrha: OKAY! FINE! I like Jaune! As more than a friend! So what?!

Cinder: So let's set the record straight. Just between us girls.

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Jaune: ...It's been a while. I wonder what they're talking about.

Nora: (Chewing) HA! I bet they're blabbering on about LADY stuff! Like, uh... Um... CAKE! Oh! And period cramps! Definitely talking about those!

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Pyrrha: Look, this isn't even about me! I want you to stay away from Jaune for HIS sake! Don't you get it?! Jaune's dad screwed him up so bad, he's basically built his entire life around not having sex!

Pyrrha: He can't handle a quasi-incestual relationship with his step-sister!

Cinder: Hm... You might be right, Pyrrha... BUT. That's for JAUNE to decide. NOT YOU.

Cinder: And what are you, anyways, Pyrrha? You certainly carved a nice spot for yourself with him. Jaune told me all about you. How he trusted you as a friend.

Cinder: So how many other girls did you turn away like this? Hovering around so you could keep him all to yourself?

Pyrrha: I... Ah...

Cinder: If I asked Jaune right now, who do you think he would choose? Me, or you?

Pyrrha: ...

Hey, Jaune~! Hey, Pyrrha~! You're my best friend, Pyrrha~! Best friends forever, right~? Thanks, Pyrrha. I'm so glad to have you as my BEST FRIEND.

Pyrrha: I....

Cinder: (Breathing in Pyrrha's ear) I think he would choose you~... PYRRHA~...

Pyrrha: GAAAH~!

Cinder: AHAHAHAHAHAHA~!

Pyrrha: What the hell?!

Cinder: I'm not delusional. I know Jaune doesn't see me as a romantic partner right now. He probably sees me more as some kind of exotic house cat... Don't you get it?

Cinder: I'M JEALOUS OF YOU.

Pyrrha: You're jealous... of me?

Cinder: You asked me what I was up to? Well, I'll tell you right now: I'm going to make Jaune love me. I'm going to be so close to Jaune, our relationship could be classified as parasitic, all while I sink my claws deeper and deeper into him. I'm going to be with him every day until he takes his Grimm sister for granted.

Cinder: Then he'll realize I'm only his STEP sister. That he can have the Grimm-Kin sleeping next to him whenever he wants. He's going to see that the perfect woman for him was already there, all along~.

Pyrrha: ...

Cinder: I'm going to take your place, Pyrrha. Now, what are YOU going to do about it~?

Pyrrha: ...

Cinder: Maybe I should feel threatened by you? You do have a head start, after all... BUT I DON'T. And why should I?

Cinder: YOU'VE BEEN WITH JAUNE YOUR ENTIRE LIFE, AND YOU CAN'T EVEN TELL HIM HOW YOU FEEL.

Cinder: (Walks inside) Your move.

Pyrrha: ...

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Jaune: ...Nora, please stop eating all the ash-chips. I made those for Cinder.

Nora: HA HA~! I like how spicy they make my throat feel~!

Jaune: Yeah, that would be the poison.

[miradelletarot]

I'm apologizing in advance (mostly to Calolily bc this has become the straw that broke the camel's back for me, and I don't know if this is proper etiquette online... If not, begging a thousand pardons.) But honestly, y'all? I'm fucking livid. Read this at your own risk, people. No, I will not make an "under the cut." Read it and weep. Idc.

For the most part, my experience in this fandom has been largely positive though I have seen it get ugly. And this, my friends, is very clear evidence of when it gets ugly.

We are supposed to support one another. How many of us have been through shit and look to this community to share and create and uplift each other?

Seriously guys... What in the actual fuck is wrong with you all?

*you all, as in, those of you who are fucking problematic. The shit stirrers, the trolls, the armchair warriors, the virtue signaling, entitled assholes.*

Kindly, go fuck yourselves. All the way off.

I'm getting so fed up with seeing creators and overall good people being ostracized or otherwise forced out of this space. I'm not a big name by any stretch of the imagination. I'm just a woman, working two fucking dead end jobs, seven days a week for shit pay, trying to just get through each day without crying. I look forward to seeing the creations this fandom has to offer from the spectacular people who are willing to share them. It helps to keep me sane and gives me something to look forward to.

Keep in mind that creators (artists, writers, etc) do all of this shit with their free time. They don't HAVE to share their creations. Especially if it's shared for free, and so much of it is.

You all (remember: see above highlight) should be fucking ashamed of yourselves. You're behaving like godsdamned children. We're all adults. Fucking act like it. If you don't like something or someone just block, ignore, and move the fuck on. Breathe. Touch grass.

Ya know what, since we're fucking here, let's also address another elephant in the room.

For how engrained everyone is on social media these days, there is a DISTINCT decline of media literacy and critical fucking thinking.

Hear or read something? Ask some fucking questions. Talk to the source if possible. Do research. Open a RESPECTFUL dialogue. It's not fucking hard people. You don't have to agree, but we as a society need to have some due diligence and at the very least ask for clarification and have constructive discourse instead of ripping each other to shreds for no reason other than to start a witch hunt.

Ya know what else is fucked about all this? We supposedly created this space to support mental health initiatives and conversations to not only encourage but normalize mental health as a priority. We fight so hard to communicate and share openly about what we are dealing with especially right now, when our society is a dumpster fire, but then we ACTIVELY seek to deteriorate someone's mental health? What...what?? I can't wrap my fucking head around this. This obviously goes far beyond just Calo, but to other creators who have vanished from this space. So many good people lost in this fandom because there are so many garbage humans within it, spreading their toxic waste.

Calolily, I am deeply sorry you have had to deal with this. I wish there was so much more i could do than rage into the void. (And hijack your post with my rant... Sorry again. 😶‍🌫️) I look forward to your art and you are talented beyond measure.

Please, for the love of all things good and lovely in this world, I hope you know that you have people who are behind you, who love what you create, and appreciate you dearly. Do not let these assholes dim your spark. Bc godsdamnit, you are one of my favorite artists in this space. if I could give you a hug or a fist bump or something I would.

I think I've had enough Internet for now... I'm so angry it actually hurts rn.

Hello everyone,

First of all I want to thank everyone that has supported me and my work over the past year and a half. It’s been wonderful to make friends with so many other creative people. I am not the type of person to spread fandom drama or make call outs. I am struggling quite a lot with my mental health. So I’ll make this brief.

I’ve had some ups and some very notable downs but the good people I’ve had the pleasure of interacting with largely outweighs the bad- although they seem the loudest.

I want to reiterate: I do this as a hobby. Anything I do is just for the love of the source material and for fun.

It’s a labor of love on my part.

I don’t consider myself a large creator or influencer. I do not have a large following. There are many many many artists with tens of thousands of followers. I don’t have even a fraction of that. I simply create a lot because I am able and inspired. So I am very visible. I maintain a patreon to fund my charity donations and to fund my support for friends and other creators. I often commission other artists and give away funds to help people out. Patreon affords me this ability.

I get hate for “making friends with the wrong people” For “sharing art when I already have a following outside of fandom Discord” “for not liking the right content”

I have faced a lot of jealousy, bullying, and harassment due to the perception I am a faceless monolith or heartless content vending machine. Someone out to gain clout and fame. I don’t care about any of that. I just want to put my doodles up on the fridge and show people my little stories.

These bullies get on anonymous platforms and vague post about me. Dissecting every thing that I do and spinning it into something ugly and malevolent. They spread lies and misinformation and bananas slander with zero credibility or evidence.

With this in mind I’ve removed myself from all public discords where my activity has been scrutinized and used to hurt me and my friends. I will not be joining any more in the future. My experience with Discord communities has been overwhelmingly negative.

Thanks for taking the time to comment on and share my work. I will be doing tumblr ask requests again as they gave me quite a bit of joy. My ask box is open.

I will continue to make things that make me happy and I hope to make many more friends.

Thanks for reading. Love and peace y’all.

-Calo

[imaginesig]

“Cold like Minnesota / Hotter than a fever”

David Malukas x F1 Driver!Reader

IndyCar and F1 worlds collide when the playboy (girl) Ferrari driver and golden boy get together. Can old habits be changed? I basically stole the plot from “Sally, When the Wine Runs Out” by Rolemodel

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scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari Lil Dave made his F1 debut during FP1 in Austin, Texas today!! It was great having you @/davidmalukas

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user1 get my man a seat 🙏🙏🙏

user2 “lil Dave” admin I love you 😭

user3 they said we know the lore

user4 this made me so happy!!

User5 ugh he looks so happy

user6 that flag pic goes hard

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davidmalukas posted two stories!

caption: (1) making new friends :) (2) learning how to celebrate the Ferrari way @/ynln

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Ynln

Sooo pretty boy knows how to party

I’ll need to keep in touch and show you a Monaco club sometime

oh I’ll be waiting for an infamous Yn night out!

charlesleclerc

You did great 👏

Thanks man!

user1

Omg Yn 😭

User2

Why are yall kinda cute together…

ynln

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ynln Austin, you've given me new friends, third place, and a cool little bar. Thank you ❤️‍🔥

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davidmalukas thanks for a great night out!

Ynln anytime Davy 😊

landonorris that pace this weened 🤤

Ynln freak (it was sexy right??)

danielriccardo good to know other drivers are keeping the Austin hype alive and well

Ynln I try but no one can tear through Austin like you Danny Ricc!!

user1 omg David in the post??

user2 start of something new??

user5 they do look pretty comfortable in that picture…

User3 ugh the glow of the first pic- I’m obsessed

user4 what an amazing weekend

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f1_updates late last night, Yn Ln and David Malukas were seen leaving a bar together (the local bar was packed with F1 drivers and race fans alike celebrating after the Austin GP). Early this morning, David was spotted leaving Yn's hotel!! Are we seeing a new motorsport couple forming or just a winning fling?

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User1 nooo David 😭

User2 were losing a good one guys

User3 party girl takes another victim

user4 kinda iconic

User5 right?? I LOVE playboy Yn

user6 wait why is everyone upset? I’m happy to see them together

User7 bc Yn is a party girl who has been known to go through guys and never make a commitment to them. I’d love to think she’s changed but she never does and everyone’s upset because David is a sweet guy who deserves a good, solid relationship

User6 oh I see

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davidmalukas Explorin' 🤠

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kylekirkwood enjoy the great state of Texas?

davidmalukas you know it partner

Nolansiegel bring me back a cowboy hat!!

davidmalukas will do!!

User1 ok so that’s literally Yn

User2 she’s in the likes as well!!

User3 ugh David is so attractive

User4 right that first pic?? The boyfriend glow is real

User5 “boyfriend” we don’t know yet but girl I am praying

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ynln posted two stories!

captions: (1) yesterday ☀️👙 (2) today 🇺🇸➡🇮🇹

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Charlesleclerc

This poor boy

its casual

He knows that

Still he seems like he’s hooked on you

Whoops 🤷‍♀️

Davidmalukas

Gorgeous 😍

Thank ya 😘😘

User1

Oh! You were also exploring Austin

User2

That’s the same water/skyline from David’s post!! You are NOT slick girl

Time Skip-- St. Petersburg, Florida

f1_updates

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f1_updates Yn Ln has been spotted at the Indycar St Pete GP from the A.J. Foyt garage

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User1 wait so now she’s publicly in David’s garage??

User2 is she actually changing??

User3 I doubt it, she’s always been public about her relationships despite them not lasting long

User4 but but the wag life, the soft launches, the exploring Austin 🥺

User5 ugh my queen

User6 she looks so so good

User7 guys Yn is not an official guest!! That means David personally invited her

User8 omg stop this is gonna hurt so bad when its over

user9 im choosing to hold onto hope this one is different

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f1_updates pt 2 to our earlier post: Yn Ln and David Malukas were photographed by a fan walking back to his trailer post race!!

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User1 they’re so loud but I know it could mean nothing

User2 Yn you better lock in! This is too cute to waste

User3 ugh David looks so happy

User4 I’m obsessed your honor

User5 guys she’s never gone out of her way to support a guy- but for David she flew from Ferarris home base in Italy to Florida…

User6 wait you’re so right

User7 rip Yn’s playboy era and hello to Yn’s lover era

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davidmalukas signing out from St Pete ☀️🩷

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ajfoytracing great racing this weekend!

davidmalukas always pushing for points 💪

nolansiegel always good to spend a weekend in the Florida sun!!

User1 not the soft launch pic as if we don’t have photo evidence it’s him and Yn

User2 shhh let them have this

User3 right! This is the most we’ve seen from a Yn boyfriend let them do their thing

User4 great weekend!!

User5 have a new good luck charm David??

davidmalukas 🤫🤫🤫

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caption: Toto, I don't think were in F1 anymore...

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davidmalukas

Hope we didn’t disappoint

With you racing? Never

Charlesleclerc

Ahh yes this whole thing looks real casual

It’s just a little fun

He’s a sweet guy, sue me for wanting to support

maxverstappen1

Playboy ways coming to a hault?

Time will tell

User1

Loudest soft launch ever

User2

just go insta official!! We all know you and David are together

Time Skip- Mexico City, Mexico

ynln posted two stories!

captions: (1) Mexico City, mi amor ♥️ (2) lil tipsy, lil classy

maxverstappen1

Always a good day when we meet for a g and t

Ofc!! Ferrari and red bull can’t ALWAYS be at odds

landonorris

What a way to start off our time in Mexico

Gotta party before the weekends events get underway

Can’t wait alllll weekend can we?

Davidmalukas

Stunning

User1

You’re crazy girl

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[clutching-our-plurals]

Can you explain your stance on endos a bit more? /genq, we can't tell what your stance is, and we LOVE hearing about others with more nuanced stances! Plurality is too complicated of a topic to be fully anti or pro endo imo, nuance is the way to go!

Absolutely! I have no idea how long this has been sitting in our askbox collecting dust because I have no memory of getting it, but hopefully it hasn't been long! Lmao.

You are incredibly right about plurality being too complex to simply say "yeah endos exist" or "yeah no they don't," hard agree.

The nuances of our beliefs actually deviate a little from person to person in our system, some of us have our own little theories and opinions, but here are some things we all agree on:

1. Endogenic formation probably isn't a thing.

2. If the common summary of current research one day shows definitively that it is? We'd be totally chill with that.

3. regardless of whether endogenic system formation is real, harassing or fakeclaiming ANYONE is revolting behavior. I don't wanna see nobody doing that shit. Cause I'll call ya out.

4. I am civil with endos and will not invalidate their experience of plurality because my own beliefs. Will I debate with an endo? Totally, if they initiate first. If an endo says something incorrect about plurality will i correct them? Yes. Will I go and call somebody names and shit over being an Endo? No. People identifying as Endo does not affect me, or you, for that matter.

Okay. As for the more detailed thoughts, you can have those beneath the cut. ⬇️⬇️⬇️

So there seems to be two schools of thought within endogenic circles.

A. I am endogenic and disordered

B. I am endogenic and experiencing functional multiplicity.

I believe this discrepancy can simply be explained by endos not realizing that they have trauma on account of having the "don't remember, be plural" disorder. A truly shocking side effect of having a disorder that separates parts of the brain with literal amnesia, the "don't remember" disorder, is that you... don't remember!

Also, if you are familiar with the dearly beloved Elizabeth Kübler-Ross, the first stage of grief is denial. When you are traumatized at a young age, you grieve a lot of things. A childhood, your sense of normalcy, your ability to live life without fear? You grieve. That is okay. It is never wrong to grieve, my friends.

To put my own system forward as an example: I, as our host, did not know where the system came from for many, many years.

I will try and keep this vague for you, but this is a conversation about domestic abuse, please skip to the next word in RED if you do not want to read that.

As terrifying as it is, I know I may only know part of the story, even now. Before I knew what we were, I had been denying the domestic abuse I witnessed at home, and the abuse I had been subjected to myself within that home, as I had accepted those things as a normal part of my home life.

There were also great portions of my suffering that I didn't remember at all. The worst, most identifiable parts of the abuse I faced were completely wiped from my memory. How was I meant to know? Easy! I was not.

Were we endogenic because I did not remember? No, of course not. We just... didn't remember. And if you don't remember, how will you know that you don't remember?

RED

So, do endogenic systems exist? More than likely, no.

But, do they deserve disrespect and subjugation for believing they are endogenic? No, absolutely not. That's just ridiculous. Denial, is part of grief. Not remembering, is part of who and what we all are. Why would we deny someone's experience of plurality over experiencing the goddamned symptoms of it? Do y'all hear how stupid that sounds? Everyone firestarting over this is making us all look like fools.

Should endogenics be in system spaces?

Complex question, but I appreciate that about the question. Is it beneficial to endogenics to be in plural spaces, yes! The sooner they are exposed to nuanced opinions and fellow plural folks, the sooner they're likely to realize that not knowing where their system came from isn't necessarily causation, it's correlation.

Is it beneficial to traumagenics for endos to be in plural spaces? Probably not. These people are in a state of denial, and most traumagenics are looking to achieve a state of acceptance with their plurality. They don't need people in stage one holding them back.

Or maybe... the real problem isn't that at all... maybe it's more complex than just... people considering themselves traumagenic or endo...

I'm gonna spoil it for you: It's kids.

The issue isn't traumagenics vs endos, it's kids who are unable to process or form complex opinions vs adults who can. (Endo kids and traumagenic kids) Kids need to stay out of system spaces. I don't wanna see you in a space about mental health that isn't 1 on 1 with your therapist unless you are 16 years of age or older!

A. If you're younger than 13 you really can't tell all that well if you're plural or not. Your brain is still putting that shit together!

B. If you're 13 or older... you're a child! You don't need to be announcing that you are in a vulnerable mental state on the internet! You're. going. to get. Groomed. People. Are. The worst!

I would just like to say that even if you're 16 or older, you need to watch yourself in spaces like these. You are not mature. You are not the smartest in the room. You do not have the high ground, Anakin. That comes from a place of the utmost love and 20/20 hindsight, not a place of superiority or "holier than thou" attitude, I promise.

Are full grown adults (25-28 is when your brain is finished, so we'll call that full grown) also incredibly stupid sometimes? Yes. Do they have no excuse? Also yes. Will we always have people who can't form a nuanced opinion based off of fact in spaces online? Again, yes.

So what do we do about that? Block. Button. Use your block button as the Tumblr gods intended, people, please!

That's pretty much my whole stance on it. Feel free to drop more questions in my ask, no question is a dumb question, no question is too specific or too niche.

[yourlocalcorviddad]

Hope this is ok!

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You'd think that after Freakshow, Danny wouldn't have wanted to go anywhere near anything even tangentially related to circus related things.

And while for some things-big tops in them and the like definitely do trigger panic in him, and don't get him started on clowns-that didn't apply to magicians oddly enough.

So when he'd first been given the tickets, a raffle he'd won at his college student center he'd entered on a whim, he was neutrality excited.

Magicians were great, slight of hand was beyond neat to watch. And when it was one of the rare times that it was an actual magic user hiding in plain sight that way, the shows were usually al stellar, especially once he realized he could actually see their magic working.

Jazz had referred to it as a kinda magic synesthesia of sorts. He didn't know really what it was, but everyone who did magic it looked different depending on what they did.

So watching this magician, a really talented one in both traditional magician fare it seemed, but also an extremely powerful actual magic user as well, was like watching a space show for him.

Usually when someone did whatever magic it was that resembled space to him it was a few stars at most.

Zatanna created a whole galaxy, and that was breathtaking to him. It didn't help that she was also absolutely beautiful, so safe to say, Danny was smitten.

He started to snag tickets whenever he could to her shows, even going so far as to fly out of state to them.

It didn't occur to him that would have caught her attention, but then again he hadn't thought she was a member of the Justice League.

Yes they had helped when the curse on the town was temporarily lifted due to a ghost shenanigan, and they'd gotten the AEA's repealed, but the magic user with them was some British bond guy who looked like his soul was chained more than Fenrir's was, and who's magic had resembled the following sands of time and the like.

So when he woke up one day to her and the blond standing at the door to his off campus apartment add ended up with the magical version of a interrogation threatened, half asleep as he was from his late night study session the night before, no wonder he was far too honest.

" 'Right, wanna tell us what year planning, mate? I really ain't got the time to deal with an obsession spirit. Why are ya followin' 'Tana 'ere round the country?" The blond started, pointing threateningly at him but clearly not fully thinking he was a threat, Zatanna looking half amused. Something about it read as a protocol investigation of a potential threat rather than an actual worry.

That realisation didn't stop Danny blurting out the honest truth, "Her magic looks like space and she's really pretty even without it." When he realized the words had left his mouth, he blushes deep pink and hid his face in his hands, groaning slightly, "That sounded so creepy I'm so sorry "

Thankfully she seemed to take it as amusing, a laugh coming free, the blond looking somehow both exasperated as well as relieved at the same time.

"That's a relief, don't worry too much about having been so blunt, we put a truth sigil on your door, the effect only lasts an hour, but the moment you touched it without reaction was a pretty good indication that you weren't someone magically trained, or someone who wasn't up to anything at least," Zatanna explained with a slight grin, the same one he'd seen during one of the meet and greets he'd been to, and he was sure the blush was even darker now with it directed his way, "you're pretty cute yourself. Helps that you're not someone plotting chaos."

Yup, Danny wanted to sink though the floor, he was sure even the tips of his ears were red now, judging from the amused look on the blond's face.

Do you think you could write anything for zatanna x danny?

I believe the ship is called stage fright.

I didn’t have any ideas for a story idea, but I did have an idea for a drawing! :D

… I got really into it 😭

[daintydoilypon]

Maybe an unpopular opinion here but...

Am I the only one who thinks when big artists do a 'Draw This Yourself' challenge of their OC, it's kinda exploitative? Like, they know they have many fans, most probably young, that want to get their attention, so their fans draw free art of their OC for this "challenge".

It bugs me, especially when it's a very complex OC that would be expensive to have commissioned in general or, at the very least, fall under an additional complex design fee. It gives off a "I don't want to pay to have my complex character drawn, so let me make it a challenge so I get free art" vibe.

[thewhizzyhead]

in other news that I can't really talk about on the personal twt page because politics: I am now one of the founding members of the rebirth of an activist-student-journalist organization here where I live In the ph! and I love it! I just fucking hate the fact that the said rebirth all started because someone asked an ex-kinda-situationship to fucking talk to me about it after months of silence-

[cinematicbookworm]

Man the average right leaning person really is just the most gullable people like shit some times I forget how stupid some people can be and then they open their mouths and start talking about aliens and demons on planes after watching some video online of some lady going crazy on a plane talking bout a passenger being not real like the woman was probably haveing a mental break and y’all are really out here talking bout demonic fucking possession of the person who is being screamed at by someone clearly having a break from reality shits crazy

[mafufuu]

i dont think today is my day

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

My brother started asking me about about the research I did in high school and now I’m reminiscing about the good old days

[sufficientlylargen]

It always gets me that the name "Gandalf" literally just means "Wand-Elf" or "Stick-Elf". I'm imagining old Gondorians just being like:

Librarian: I saw that weird guy at the library again today.

Guard 1: What weird guy?

Librarian: The old guy with the beard? Kinda elfy-looking, apart from the beard?

Guard 1: Oh, with the big-ass stick?

Librarian: Yeah, looked like he was carrying an entire tree branch.

Guard 2: Yeah, that's the Stick Elf.

Guard 1: Hell yeah, I fuckin' love the Stick Elf.

Librarian: The "Stick Elf"?

Guard 2: He comes by every few years, usually after some weird book or other.

Librarian: Oh. Yeah, he wanted a treatise on goblin breeding habits.

Guard 2: Like, how they have sex? We have books on that?

Librarian: Yeah, turns out we do. I was as surprised as you are.

Guard 1: What'd the Stick Elf need a fuckin' goblin-fuckin' book for?

Librarian: I didn't ask. So you just call him "Stick Elf"?

Guard 2: I mean, he looks kinda elfy and he always has that stick, so, like, yeah.

Guard 1: Dude also has some fuckin' dope pipeweed.

Guard 2: Oh yeah, his pipeweed is awesome.

Librarian: How long has he been coming here?

Guard 2: Oh, for decades. He's, like, super old.

Guard 1: More like fuckin' centuries. Dude's old as balls.

Guard 2: Wait, really?

Guard 1: Yeah, my gran-gran used to talk about him. She loved his pipeweed too.

Librarian: So he's… an immortal pipeweed dealer?

Guard 2: I think he's just, like, a connoisseur. He doesn't sell it or anything. He just always has some really top-notch pipeweed on him.

Archivist: Oh, are we talking about Stick Elf?

Guard 1: Hell yeah we are!

Librarian: You know about the Stick Elf, too?

Archivist: Oh, totally. Stick-Elf's a super chill dude. Gave me some awesome pipeweed when I was maybe 12, and tee-bee-aitch I think I'm still a little buzzed from it.

Guard 1: What'd I tell ya, fuckin' dope pipeweed!

Archivist: Also he's really old.

Guard 1: Old as balls.

Librarian: Yeah, so Éodan and Jenniforomir were telling me.

Archivist: My grandpa used to tell me stories - he said one time he saw Stick Elf enter a smoke-ring contest.

Guard 1: Ooh, I'll bet he kicked fuckin' ass.

Archivist: Apparently the guy made an entire warship out of smoke and it flew around shooting down the other rings.

Librarian: And how much of this "fuckin' dope" pipeweed had your grandfather had by this point?

Guard 1: No no, that's totally plausible. Dude's got weird elf powers and shit for sure.

Archivist: He brought fireworks for the king's birthday one year, too.

Guard 1: Oh fuck, I forgot about those! Fuckin' incredible fireworks! Dragons and knights and glowy trees and shit! I was fuckin' 6 years old or something, they totally blew my mind. Hey Éodan, did you see that shit?

Guard 2: No, I think that's before I lived in Gondor.

Guard 1: Wait, you're not from here?

Guard 2: Oh, no, I grew up in Rohan. We moved here when I was, like, thirteen because my uncle Éojeff said he could get my dad a sweet job. And also that there were houses that didn't smell like horseshit.

Guard 1: Oh shit, are you related to Éojeff and Éosteve who run that æbleskiver stand on Norndîl St?

Guard 2: Yeah, they're my uncles!

Guard 1: Shit, they cook a fuckin' great æbleskiver!

Librarian: Ok, hold up a sec, "Stick Elf" can't possibly be his real name.

Guard 1: Why not?

Librarian: What? You think his parents named him in the hopes that he would carry around a fucking tree when he got older?

Guard 2: Maybe they gave him the tree when he was born!

Archivist: I don't think a baby could carry that stick.

Guard 1: You ever seen a baby hanging onto something? They're hella strong.

Archivist: It's not a strength thing, their hands are tiny. That staff is enormous!

Guard 1: My halberd's bigger 'n I am, I can hold it just fine.

Archivist: You're not a baby.

Librarian: Also why would elf parents name their kid "stick ELF"?! Presumably they know that their kid's going to be an elf!

Archivist: Is he actually an elf? I didn't think they grew beards.

Guard 1: How'd he get old as balls if he's not an elf?

Guard 2: His ears aren't that pointy. Maybe he's just a really old guy? Like, a Numémoriam or something?

Guard 1: Did you just say "Numémoriam"?

Guard 2: Nûnenorman? Munimõrbitan? Y'know, those guys like the king that can get super old.

Guard 1: You mean the fuckin' Númenóreans?

Guard 2: Yeah, the Númenóreums.

Archivist: Even the Númenóreans don't live THAT long.

Guard 1: Plus he carries that fuckin' stick around.

Guard 2: Wait, what does the stick have to do with it?

Guard 1: That's an elf thing. Y'know, trees and shit? Very elfy.

Librarian: Ok, look, but his parents naming him "Stick Elf" would be weird whether or not he's an elf. In fact, it's even weirder if he's not - what human names their kid "elf"?

Archivist: Huh. Yeah, you're right, he probably does have another name.

Guard 2: Yeah, I guess so.

Librarian: He's been coming here for decades and nobody's ever asked his real name?

Archivist: I dunno what to tell you, he's Stick Elf. Even his library card just says 'Stick Elf'.

Guard 1: Fuck yeah, the Stick Elf!

Guard 2: Maybe we could, like, ask him his name sometime?

Guard 1: Hey, look, Elrond's over there. He's old as balls too, maybe he knows?

Guard 2: Oh, we shouldn't interru-

Guard 1: HEY ELROND, YOU'RE OLD AS BALLS, RIGHT? WHAT'S THAT OLD ELF WITH THE STICK'S NAME?

Elrond (coming over): Do you mean an old man cloaked all in grey and blue, leaning on a rough-cut staff, who came to the great library this day?

Guard 1: Yeah, the Stick-Elf!

Guard 2: (Sorry to bother you, sir...)

Librarian: He's got to have a real name besides 'the Stick Elf', right?

Elrond: Indeed, for no elf is he. You speak of the wizard Olórin, wisest of the Maiar, older even than Eä itself. Many are his names in many countries: Tharkûn among the Dwarves; Incánus to the south; Mithrandir he is called among my people, the Grey Pilgrim.

Librarian: Oh.

Elrond: And here in the North he is called Stick-Elf.

Librarian: Oh.

Guard 1: Fuck yeah!

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

presented with a possible chance to name a boat and oh im tempted to name it after my already made fictional boat

[tonycries]

Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) - G.S.

Synopsis. In which intentionally making your fríend-with-benefíts jealous ends up with more benefits than you’d think.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, FWḂ! Gojo, slight Sukuna x reader, rough VERY jealous séx, Satoru goes feraI omg, unprotected, FWḂ-to-lovers, thígh riding, fíngering, creampíe, overstím, spítting, implied thréesome, he’s a bit mean and possessive, swearing.

Word count. 4.8k

A/N. Heheh, hoping y’all have a lovely week coming up <3

“-n’ there’s this really great café downtown with those cupcakes you like-”

“Toru.”

“-I’ll get ya some for that kick you need after a lecture with Yaga. Speaking of Yaga-”

“Toru-”

“-he’s the one in need of a kick. I swear, that man gave me a B on my presentation just because I caught him in the middle of his interpretive dance routine-”

“Satoru!”

At this, Satoru pauses in the middle of buckling up his jeans to throw a grave nod your way. “I know, right?” Promptly sauntering over to pick up his t-shirt from where it had been thrown onto your bedroom floor, “It gave me nightmares for a few days, too. Which is why we should go to that café tomorrow and then…”

You roll your eyes - partially out of frustration, partially out of necessity to rip your stare away from those sculpted shoulders on display. Decorated in angry, red scratches running down, down, down. Somehow, you manage to grit out, “Satoru I have a uh- date.”

And ah, was it a sight to behold - because, perhaps for the first time in the twenty-something years that Gojo Satoru has wreaked havoc on this planet, he’s stunned into silence. 

Still very groggy from sleep, still very sinfully shirtless standing at the foot of your bed. His kiss-bitten lips fall slack as you plow on, “And it’s just- I can’t make it tomorrow night because he invited me to his party.” 

Party? This was the first time you canceled one of your…appointments with your friend-with-benefits - and it was for some party? Satoru could do parties, too - much better ones than this loser, he’s sure. Ones that would actually warrant you bailing on him.

Shaking away the strange thoughts ringing in his mind, he spits, “Who?” Just about all he could get out now. 

Whoever he was - it was true about the parties. Why would you want to waste any time going to something like that when Satoru was the one known for them on campus. Him and Suku-

“It’s Sukuna.”

“Oh.”

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It was stupid - it was ridiculous. And you don’t know why Sukuna ever agreed to this scheme, but here you were, glued to his side like his favorite lil’ plaything for the night. 

“What?” you shout for the nth time tonight, scooting closer on the couch. And you see his lips move, yet, to your frustration - despite being seated so flush against you - no sound comes out of them. 

Whatever they say about Sukuna and Satoru’s parties were true - and then some. Because right now, it was so loud you could barely hear yourself think, let alone whatever Sukuna was talking about. Heaving out a sigh, you get ready to give up and suggest joining the thrumming dance floor - before, a large, soft hand glides down to your waist. 

Fingers digging into the plush of your hips as Sukuna yanks you easily to plop down onto his waiting lap. Thighs strong and steady underneath yours, meeting your surprised gaze with his smug one, “This better?”

His hot breath fans the shell of your ear, sending traitorous shivers running along your spine - all the way down to where Sukuna was resting hand right above where your tight dress was hiking up. 

Involuntarily, you find yourself nodding along, “Y-yeah. Much better.”

“Good.”

Fuck, you could feel each and every rumble of his broad chest against yours as he continues the conversation like nothing happened. The faint tap! tap! tap! of Sukuna’s fingers drumming on your squirming hips to the beat of the pounding music. 

And it’s really hard to forget where you are, yet it hits you like a semi-truck - five of them, in fact - when his dark eyes widen at something over your shoulders. The steady beat of his fingers halting abruptly, “Oh?”

You knew what that look meant - knew who it meant. Because, really, there was only ever one person that could command as much attention in such a hazy, packed campus party.

Dipping your head, you hastily ask, “Is he looking over at us?”

To which Sukuna finally tears his gaze away, amusement and something else so dark swirling behind his gaze when he grabs the back of your throat. Whispering against the skin, “More than looking, pretty. Satoru’s planning my funeral and dancing on my grave already.” Moving up, voice dropping to a low, low whisper, “All according to plan, of course. N’ I think…” You jolt as he bites down on your earlobe, hard. “-that we should give him a lil’ show, hm?”

You bite back a soft moan, palms smoothing over Sukuna’s pecs to steady yourself. “And just what did you have in mind?”

“A little bit of this.” he grins, eyes flickering over behind you. “A little bit of that. And some of-” Sukuna chuckles at the way you’re so responsive underneath his touch, bucking when he gives your ass a tight squeeze. Tracing right up, up, up the middle of your spine, “-this.” Lips just inches away from yours now, close. “And you get him as a new boyfriend, and I get killed for taking what I can’t have.”

You feel something soft - fleeting. 

And then immediately Sukuna’s pulling away, those lips that were just barely one yours curling up into such a sly smirk, “Yo, Satoru.”

You stiffen at the name - and the burning hole being stared into your back right now - whipping your head around to be met face-to-face with a towering Satoru. Brows furrowed, biceps rippling when he crosses his arms, lips drawn tight as he hisses through his teeth, “Seems the two of you are having a lot of fun.”

Oh, were you thankful for Sukuna’s sharp mouth right about now. Because while you’re still sitting there with your mouth stupidly agape, he muses, “Mhm, a lot of fun.” Thumbing your face back towards him, “Isn’t that right, pretty?”

Fuck, those were fighting words, ones that had Satoru looming closer - practically sandwiching you between the two men.

“I’m sure she can speak for herself.” he snaps back, slender fingers circling your wrist. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“I dunno, Toru.” And, well, maybe you were an idiot. Maybe you were a mastermind, because you only bat your lashes up at Satoru so deceivingly innocently. “Kuna here-” relishing in the way he flinches at the nickname, “-was jus’ telling me how great of a boyfriend he’d be. Right?”

The other man nods, “Since this pretty lil’ thing is single, thought I might as well take a shot.”

“Please.” Satoru was pulling you closer against him now, irritated huffs prickling waves of goosebumps across your skin. Words venomous, “Some boyfriend he’d be. I’m sure he’d do nothing other than give you weak dick and bore you to death.”

Sukuna scoffs, “Right, because yours is so much better?”

“You really think you have what it takes to satisfy this lil’ minx?”

Both men were gritting their teeth, trapping you between them. People were starting to stare now - some even pulling their phones out to start recording in case of a fight. And before the argument could escalate until that point, you catch Sukuna’s eye. Cutting off whatever next retort was on the tip of his tongue with a short, subtle shake of your head. 

“Well then…” he instead purrs, grinning as if he was in on some inside joke between the two of you - on purpose, of course, just to watch Satoru’s eyes grow harder. “Guess if I’m ‘boring her to death’ then you-” Sukuna gives you a little push, nudging you towards Satoru’s chest. “-can teach her all about fun.”

Before you can react, two strong arms are looping your waist, helping you stand up - and pulling you clean off of Sukuna’s lap. 

You’re hit with Satoru’s expensive, heady cologne - and his chest against your back, rock-hard, chest thumping wildly. You blink up at that uncharacteristically clenched jaw, “Toru?”

Now, you’ve seen him moody, you’ve seen him irritated - but never to this extent. Positively fuming, teeth grit, jolting at the mere sound of your voice as if his whole body was hit with a wave of electricity. Like some hidden, primal part of himself was being poked so dangerously awake when you softly intertwine your fingers with his. All gentle against his almost bruising hold, you question, “Are you alri-”

You don’t get to finish the question, because all it takes is another slow, leering grin flashed at you from Sukuna before Satoru mutters, gravelly. “Excuse us, then. I must have a talk with my woman.”

Starting to walk in long, fast strides upstairs - with you all stumbling and trying to keep up behind him. 

Urgent. Dangerous.

“Extra room’s unlocked, you two!” you hear Sukuna call out after the both of you. And the last sight you see of him is when he mouths a silent “You’re welcome.”. One hand flashing you a thumbs up, the other adjusting the crotch of his pants. “Have fun.”

Satoru only clicks his tongue, moving very purposefully towards where Sukuna’s bedroom was instead.

“Woah- Toru, slow down.” you yelp, out of breath at his ruthless pace. But of course, since this is Satoru, he won’t have it any way other than stopping immediately in his tracks. Turning briefly around to you - only to wrap two arms around your waist, throwing you so easily over his shoulder like some ragdoll. Large palms tugging down the hem of your ass as he continues walking. “Y-you’re so-”

So what? Mean? Jealous? Playing right into your hands?

You don’t even know - nor do you really care, because Satoru finally reaches his destination.

“Fuck- here.” he spits.

Slam!

The door is flung open so hard it almost rattles off its hinges - and you aren’t faring any better. Because no sooner has Satoru stepped inside, he’s throwing you onto the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. 

The mattress dips as he slowly makes his way up to you, your legs quiver at how much he just looked like a man starved - eyes half-lidded and crazed, hair ruffled. Having finally found a full meal in years. Darkly eyeing down the way you’re splayed out like such a slut on the mattress, dress hiking up with each bounce at the sheer force of his throw. 

“So-” Satoru’s fingers reach out to lazily unbuckle the straps of your heels. Lingering much more than necessary. “-got anything to say?”

You bite your lower lip, holding back a delighted grin while his hands dance up your thigh to fiddle with that garter you knew he’d love. Slow. Agonizingly slow. Cocking your head in faux-confusion, “Hmm, like what?”

“Oh I dunno.” Satoru muses, saccharine sweet. And oh you could tell by his tone that he didn’t like that - didn’t want to like it. Running his fingers feather-light all the way down your legs to fling that useless garter onto the floor. “How about a ‘oh I’m so sorry, Toru, for bailing on you and acting like such a slut with the biggest asshole on campus jus’ to rile you up.’” 

You bristle at his mockingly high tone, oh yeah, your plan worked - hell, maybe too well. 

Teeth clenched, you hiss, “Well what are you gonna do about it, Toru?” Jutting your chin in defiance, “You’re not even my boyfriend. Maybe he jus’ fucks me better than you.”

“Say that again.”

Fuck, it takes you a second to even recognise his voice as your familiar friend-with-benefits. So jagged and raw. 

And yet, you’re still running your mouth - so close to his. Too close. “Maybe he jus’ fucks me be-”

Now, usually you were the one that’d shut up Satoru mid-sentence - this time, however, he’s the one crashing his lips against yours. Swallowing the rest of that sentence in such a messy clash of teeth, and spit, and desperation. 

Pulling ever-so-slightly on your glossy lower lip with his teeth, “Say it again, sweetheart.”

Oh, you knew you shouldn’t. Not one bit. But you do it anyway, letting out a muffled, “He f-”

And again. And again and again and-

Each and every time Satoru’s kissing away your mean little words, a large hang coming up around your throat to thumb apart your lips further. “Open.” he hisses against your mouth, so angry. 

It’s as if on autopilot when you do, bruised lips sagging open. Leaving the perfect lil’ opening for Satoru to spit onto your lolling tongue, once. Twice. Thrice. Until your bleary eyes are snapping open, whining against Satoru’s iron-hold fist when you pathetically try to pull away in embarrassment.

Because shit, let it be known that Gojo Satoru has perfect aim - except for when it comes to you. Letting the steady strip of spit splatter against the side of your mouth, gliding his thumb to smear it all over your lips.

“How cute.” Satoru coos, eyes hooded. He gives your pouty mouth a final, chaste peck, sucking softly on your bottom lip. Chuckling, “Makin’ me almost forget you were locking lips with some other bitch earlier.”

And Satoru has the audacity to laugh - laugh - hoarse, and humorless at the way your jaw drops open in disbelief. Humming into your throat, “Yer right, though, m’not your boyfriend.” He leaves little bite marks down your racing pulse, your collarbone, your tits spilling out of your sinful dress. Eyes just devouring you through his long lashes, “But that doesn’t make you any less mine.”

Sitting back on the mattress, all it takes him is a simple tug on your hips to seat you so prettily on his lap. Your legs trembling around his thick thighs, gasping at the feeling of something so rock-hard right under your clothed pussy. 

“Since ya like riding thighs so much, sweetheart-” Bunching your dress up at your hips, gripping your waist - tight. “-let’s see how you like mine.”

“What- oh ngh- fuck-” you’re gasping when he just starts dragging your sloppy hips down his thigh. Long, harsh movements that don’t even ease you into it. 

“Shit.” Satoru groans at the feeling of your cunt drooling, seeping into his skin already. He’s angling his head to spy on the heavenly view - hooking a finger around your drenched panties. “This damn thing is-” Pulling - tearing. “-in the way.”

You’re gasping when Satoru pulls back to look at you with a content grin, dangling the flimsy fabric around his finger like a badge of honor. “You’re- ngh- buying me a new one.”

“Oh, anything for you.” he’s grazing his teeth along your earlobe, fingers finding their way back on your hips to grind them on his thigh, back and forth. Up and down up and down up and- “Or is that what you wanted me to say?”

And shit Satoru is so mean with the way he gives your ass a sharp smack! Pulling your whiny face closer, grinning sternly against your lips. “Why don’t you ask that new boytoy of yours to buy you some, huh?” 

“B-but-”

“B-b-but-” he mocks, bouncing his knees up and down to get you to slide your cunt down his long thighs faster. Puffy folds spreading so shamefully open - so shamefully good. “You were so happy being such a slut for him before, right?” Just goading on your poor self to huff and puff in a way that made his cock twitch wildly. “So why are you here? With me?”

You’re stubbornly keeping your lips sealed shut to keep yourself from crying out - and oh, Satoru didn’t like that. Almost as much as he didn’t like seeing you giving those beautiful heart-eyes at some other bastard.

“Oh? Playing shy now?” Smack! “What happened to the slut from earlier, huh?” Bouncing his knee faster. The pads of his long fingers sting into your skin, sure to leave bruises for him to admire later - and for some people to take note of. Pulling - drawing your cunt to hump him like a bitch in heat. “Tha’s alright, pretty. I get it.” 

And Satoru - mean, mean Satoru - waits until your features soften in relief, almost letting out a sigh - before dipping a hand down to brush a thumb at your pretty clit. Hard. “Guess I’ll jus’ have to bring her out.”

“Oh- fuck fuck fuck-” you mewl, nails digging into Satoru’s shoulders when he starts to draw frenzied, methodical little circles on your throbbing clit. “S’too- good- oh my god-”

“‘Toru’ works jus’ fine, sweetheart.” 

But oh for how confident Satoru was talking you into insanity, he can’t help but gape in wonder down below him, awe-struck with how sloppy you were. He could see you sweet sweet juices trailing down his palm, that glossy sheen on his thigh. “You’re so dripping wet, pretty. Who’re you this wet for? Me or-” Satoru’s free hand comes up to squish your cheeks together into an embarrassing pout, turning your head to the adjacent wall, where Sukuna had a framed photograph of himself - because of course he did. “-him?”

Fuck, Satoru can’t even be mad at the way he feels your cunt clench in surprise - because the feeling is so heavenly. His pretty girl, getting off on just his thigh.

Hips stuttering as you move faster - sloppier. So, so filthily all the way from around his knee just till where you could feel the curve of his massive erection. 

He doesn’t even have to move your hips for you anymore - you’re moving as if on instinct at this point. And it makes him smirk, “Heh, such a slutty lil’ thing aren’t ya? Gettin’ off on my thigh?” Feeling you push your hips down hard - so hard. Pelvis desperately trying to hit all your sweet spots, “N’ who’s thigh are you riding right now?”

It’s all you can do to manage out a whimpering “Y-you.”

But, of course, that wasn’t enough. And Satoru’s only quirking his fingers just enough on your clit to make you cry out loud. “Yeah tha’s more like it. Louder now - who’s thigh are you riding right now?”

“You-”

“N’ who got you this fucking wet?”

You cry out when Satoru angles his leg up ever-so-slightly to watch gravity slide you faster down his thigh. Clit catching so fucking obscenely along the fabric of his pants. Ruthless.

“F-fuck you, Toru!”

“Mhmmm, thought so.” His hot tongue darts out to catch those big, fat tears rolling down your cheeks at the unforgiving stimulation. Muscled thighs burning lightly now - faster -  fingers so erratic. Only getting even more so. “Cuz you’re mine aren’t ya?”

You cum so hard - violent, even - that you don’t realize when you are. Just that you’re letting out a broken sob of Satoru’s name while he toys so relentlessly with your clit through your high.

Flashes of white in your vision, your heartbeat in your ears. So good that you’re almost tearing apart his button-up to shreds, hips jerky and sensitive as you your sloppy cunt gushes all over Satoru’s thigh. And, fuck, you’ve never felt so much like such a slut than when you look down to catch the glossy coating all over it. 

One that Satoru swipes thumb at - pooling the syrupy slick on his fingerpad before bringing up to his pretty pink lips and-

Pop! 

“Mmm.” He groans, muffled. “Fuck, you’re so sweet - could taste you forever.” Eyes rolling to the back of his head at your addictive taste, “Almost makes me forget that you didn’t answer my last question.”

And you don’t know what you’re reeling more from - the way that Satoru throws you around so easily, pushing you back until you’re splayed out against the plush mattress, shaky legs on his shoulders, arms around his neck. Or from the realization that shit, you’d been too busy losing your absolute sanity to answer his question. 

“I- I didn’t hear.” you make up an excuse, heels digging into the muscles of Satoru’s shoulders now. “I’m yours, Tor-”

“Now now, don’t try that with me, sweetheart.” Satoru cuts off your flurry of apologies, kissing softly at the ankle beside his neck while he pulls off your dress and bra. You didn’t need those, anyway. “Guess I just hafta prove it to ya, right?”

And fuck was he well and fully intent on proving it to you. Because the words are barely out of his mouth before he’s peeling down his drenched pants - and those unnecessary boxers right along with it, too. 

Satoru hisses when his painfully hard erection smacks against those toned abs, smearing precum in a small, filthy little pool. So so angry with the need to be inside your tight pussy - to prove to you from the inside out that you were his. 

“Ya like what you see?” he notices your fixed stare at his cock. Greedily following the precum beading at his fat, red head, making its way between Satoru’s prominent veins. To those tufts of white way down, down, down- “Hey there.” You’re startled out of your little reverie by two wet fingers being snapped in your face, “As flattered as I am, this is actually my favorite part.”

And fuck you could see why it was.

Because it felt so sinful to watch with bated breath at the way Satoru fists his swollen cock, gliding his weeping tip between your swollen folds. Letting your pretty pussy slobber all over him. Up and down. Again. And again. Teasing. 

“P-please, Toru-” you whine around the fifth time he’s “accidentally” nudging at your poor clit. Hips bucking up in need for more more more- “Enough teasing, jus’ wan’ you ngh- inside me.”

To Satoru, no sweeter words have been spoken. But he still manages to curl his lips into a leering smirk at your fucked-out, needy self. “Funny. Coming from someone who shit- pretty, you’re pussy’s trynna suck me up - who couldn’t wait to bail on me tonight for some other hah- jerk.” He presses his thick tip down on your clit, on purpose. “Would’ve fucked you ngh- real nicely, tonight, y’know? What a shame.” 

You can only watch when he draws his hips back, lining up right with your sloppy hole. “What a shame m’gonna ah- fuck you like the slut you are right now.”

It’s all that’s said before he’s pushing in - to your snug cunt, to your fucking lungs it felt like. 

“Oh- oh fuck, Toru-” you keen, back arching off the bed at the stretch. Satoru’s girth was rubbing up against your gummy walls and stretching them out so good. All the way until all you could feel was the rapid thump! thump! thump! of his throbbing cock pushing between your legs. “God, s’too big-”

“No no no, you don’t get to say that.” Satoru spits into your open mouth, hips jutting forward like some animal in short, shallow grinds to bully himself deeper. “You don’t get to fuck- ngh- act all coy when you brought this upon yourself.” His words come out faster - more slurred. Falling out faster and faster as his hips do, “Not when you decided t-to act like a lil’ slut hah- n’ guess what?”

Whether it was a rhetorical question or not - you weren’t sure. All you know is that you’re mewling up tearily at such a feral Satoru, “W-what?”

To which he only smiles against your lips, hips suddenly going still. Dangerously still. “N’ that means m’gonna fuck you like one.”

Before you can even react, he’s pushing in all in one go. Fuck, it never got easier even after so long. 

“Oh- fuck I can’t take it- all-” you cry helplessly as he keeps pushing past that first ring of resistance. The curve of his cock massaging all those hidden sweet spots inside while he keeps splitting you apart deeper and deeper - not daring to even slow down. Not until Satoru’s well satisfied with the kiss of your bruised cervix against his thick head ,heavy balls smacking against your marked-up ass. 

“See? Knew you could take it, you always do.”

And then he’s moving - not with the slow, persistent determination from before, no. Satoru was so animalistic, bouncing you unapologetically on the mattress. 

Hands keeping your hips still to let him ram his entire cock inside your tight pussy. Over and over and-

“Still don’t think you’re not- fuck- mine, sweetheart?” Satoru runs a hand through his hair to see you better, to drink in the sight of your puffy folds bulging around his cock. Struggling to take in each mean thrust, “Because this seems ngh- reeeeal convincing that you are.”

You scrunch your brows in a pathetic plea, “I-I am yours, Toru- ngh-”

But he only brings his ear closer, “What was th-that? Didn’t hah- hear you-” Hands pushing apart your legs until they burned at the stretch. Until you were so shamefully on display for him, “You hah- need more convincing? Oh, I see.”

“I don’t! Oh- T-ngh”

It’s all you can do to let out teary, broken moans when Satoru rolls his hips harder. So carefully practiced with the way he locates your sweet spot easily. 

“Yeah? You hah- like that?” he groans, words punctuated by a deep, harsh thrust. All hitting the bulls-eye each and every time. “Like me f-fuckin’ you like you’re mine?”

At this point, you’re scrambling at the damp sheets, the headrest, Satoru’s shoulders - just anything and everything to hold onto whatever’s left of your sanity - which seemed to be slipping away with each press of Satoru’s head against your g-spot. 

But it still wasn’t enough.

Languidly, he brings a hand over to pinch your ravaged clit between two fingers. Having you whine so prettily with each roll of his fingertips. “Answer the question, pretty.”

“Yes!” you gasp, feet kicking at the sheer overstimulation. “I love it- ngh shit shit shit- I love it, Toru- love it so much.”

Shit, you might’ve just broken him.

Because while you may have thought that this answer would calm your Satoru down a bit - it only made him snap. Eyes widening, hips stuttering, swollen lips falling into such a fucked-out oh! - he looked like an absolute wreck.

Letting out a low, throaty groan of, “Oh fuck, you’re gonna be the ngh- death of me.” With this, he’s pressing his sweaty forehead onto yours, breaths coming out in feverish little puffs that match his merciless cadence. “Wish they could fuck- see you like this.” Ramming inside you harder - meaner. Giving your clit a light smack! before he starts playing with it once more. “I’d ah- fuck you in front of all those losers that think they have a chance just to show off how good you are f’me. Because you’re fuck fuck fuck- my good girl, right?”

You nod as much as you can, head just spinning with each brush of Satoru’s dick against your sensitive spots. Fingers twirling at your clit just as dizzyingly. Letting your slick glisten all over his wrist - his painfully squeezing balls - all the way up to his abs with how hard he was fucking into your tight pussy.

The both of you were getting so sloppy now. No care or concern for the party still raging on outside, not when your gummy walls were sucking up Satoru’s aching cock like that. 

“No one ngh- can fuck you like this.” Satoru sucks on your lower lip. Ragged, like it pained him to keep talking, but he couldn’t stop anyway. “No one.” Milking you harder and harder like he was high off your sweet moans. More desperate - depraved. “Cuz m’yours.”

And he repeats that - into your lips, into your forehead, down your neck - over and over while you cum so fucking hard all on his swollen cock. Plushy walls squeezing so tight that it was almost difficult to fuck you through your high.

Ripping out strangled, raspy groans with each clench of your slutty cunt, “N’ you’re mine.” You think your vision gets hazy through your climax, and the only thing you can hear are those obscene squelches and Satoru’s voice. Like a mantra, “You’re mine- you’re mine you’re mine you’re mine- fuck you’re mine.”

Not straying too far behind, Satoru cums and he thinks he sees the pearly gates of heaven - with you, such an angel. 

So sweetly whining into his ear when he’s painting your walls white, pumping rope after rope of thick, hot cum into your awaiting pussy.

Blinking back his vision only to eye the way it overspills, dribbling down your slit with each harsh ram of his hips. 

“Wan’ go again-” Satoru groans. Only fucking his seed deeper and deeper and oh- he didn’t want to stop. Didn’t think he could stop with the way you were bringing out each and every single last drop like it was delicious. “F-fuck I needa go again. Swee-”

SLAM!

“Woah, seems the two of you are having a looota fun.”

Still not pulling out, both you and Satoru scramble to cover yourselves up with Sukuna’s now-soaked sheets. Well, mainly cover you up, for Satoru had no shame in staring the other man down. Scoffing out, “The fuck are you fuck- don’ squeeze me so hard, pretty- the fuck are you here for?”

“It’s my room, n’ I had a feeling you’d be here.” Sukuna lets the door shut so agonizingly slow, flashing the two of you a lazy, devilish grin. “Besides - this is my date, after all.”

A/N. Plagiarism of work not authorized.

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