#i was totally normal watching this then they put her in a tank top and gave her a gun 🥵

[quietsharpeheart]

Connie Nielsen in Role Play (2024)

[princessbrunette]

when sarah and john b had decided they wanted to recruit you to join their relationship, there were a few subtle steps they had planned to take.

𐙚₊˚⊹♡

they saw your potential. they knew perhaps you weren’t the most overtly sexual in nature, but they also knew they could change that. sex was like cake, you could never just eat one spoonful of it. all they had to do, was pique your interest — not just in sex, but in sex with them specifically.

baby steps. you ask sarah to send her the videos she took of you guys from the party the night before, and she ‘accidentally’ includes a video of her and john b fucking she’d taken on her phone the same day. of course she acted bashful, apologising profusely for the mistake and acting incredibly grateful when you’d told her there was no problem and that you’d delete it.

‘yk i wouldn’t even really care if you watched it tbh. i trust you. its only me and john b anyway… 🤷🏼‍♀️💕’

— she’d text you after a moments passed. curiosity of course got the better of you, a shaky, clammy finger pressing the play button as you nervously bite your nail, glancing at the door and turning the volume way down as precaution as if someone were to catch you. the focus seemed to be on sarah, grinding her hips to ride the brunette boy, soft tits bouncing as he lazily smacks her ass and encourages her to keep riding. she seemed to be putting in the work, john b merely used as a vessel for pleasure, a dildo with a voice box— and something about that had you shamefully heating up. sure, your knowledge on sex was fairly limited — but what you did know through movies and tv shows was that guys were usually too prideful to let the girl do the work, yet therefore caring less for her pleasure. the two of them seemed… open. different.

the text of apparent permission sarah had sent you only made you feel the slightest bit less guilty when you snuck your hand down the waistband of your panties and humped clumsily at your palm as you hit replay.

the blonde cameron had facetimed you suddenly and out of the blue seven minutes later. you yanked your hand out your pants like there’d be a way for her to see you before you’d accepted the call and you swallow thickly, brain too frazzled to think before hitting the green button. she was smiling, laying on her bed in that white tank top that hugged her tits, the same tits from the video and accentuated her golden, barbie tan. you try and be normal about it. she’s just your friend after all.

“hey, what are you doing right now?”

you blink at her, the way she’s smiling at you — before checking yourself out in the small box in the corner. you look all heated and askew, chest still rising and falling with heavy breaths. fuck.

you told her you were watching a movie and then excused yourself not even two minutes later, overcome with embarrassment and the feeling of being caught. sarah rolls over once the call ends, smirking to john b who was reclined on her bed with a hand behind his head, scrolling through his own phone.

“she was totally getting herself off.” she purs matter-of-factly. the brunette boys eyes light up a little as he glances over, brows shifting upwards.

“yeah? how’d you know?”

“she had it written all over her face.”

the two of them got greedy, with the whole introducing you to the idea of being chronically horny thing. without even really speaking about it, they figured the more they normalised this kind of behaviour in the group dynamic, the more likely you were to feel comfortable enough to let them hit. jj maybank was sexual in nature to the knowledge of anyone who had the pleasure of having a conversation with him longer than five minutes. he was sure to make it easy and perhaps bridge the gap, they just needed their in.

by that point, you’d started to catch on anyway.

the four of you sit in a small uneven circle on the floor of the chateau, drinking on a friday night. at first you’re a little confused — you were so sure sarah had been hinting at something with you, herself and john b for a while now — but as you sat beside jj on the floor, his arm rested casually behind you, rubbing casual circles on your waist you perhaps started to question whether or not you’d made that up, and really they were just trying to be friendly so they could set you up with their friend.

as soon as the words ‘truth or dare’ leave john b’s mouth with a knowing, yet trusting and warm grin — you knew it was bound to take a turn. with this group, it always did. everything was about sex, whether you were doing it or talking about it or pretending to do it infront of eachother, it was some kind of secret obsession that you could feel yourself feeding into without knowing. a lamb being brought in to be sacrificed, a group of secretly perverted individuals itching to get your sweet, cranberry blood on their hands.

sarah speaks your name when you foolishly pick dare, worried if you had picked truth they’d make you recount all the things you’d hadn’t done. she leans across the circle to you on her hands and knees so her face is right in front of yours, breath in your face, ass in john b’s.

“i want you… to show me how you’d ride a dick.”

“what?”

she pushes back, reaching behind her on the couch and fetching the throw pillow, placing it in the centre of the circle with a mischievous grin. the pillow it long, firm and rectangular — the comfiest of its kind to nap on during the day whilst the group discuss whatever mishap they were planning on getting into that week.

“aw now we’re talkin’” jj gets comfortable, sitting back a little with a jokey grin. nothing about their tone was out of the ordinary, which what made you feel so comfortable.

“i don’t understand?” you smile, tilting your head like a lost puppy which only made you appear more delicious as their prey.

“straddle the pillow… and show us what you’d do if you were to ride an actual, real dick.” sarah explains kindly, even pulling your hand so you would shuffle forward on your knees to the centre of the small circle.

“look, we know you haven’t done that before— no shame in it,” john b shrugs one shoulder understandingly with an air of casualness which calmed you. “but a dares a dare and hey, maybe you could learn something right now.”

“i been told i’mma pretty good teacher too, so—” jj starts casually in his amused drawl, but is cut short pretty quickly by the sarah snapping her head towards him, her tone more curt and snappy.

“jj.” she scolds quickly and he shuts up, but as quickly as she changed her tone, she was back to smiling back at you encouragingly. she didn’t want jj to take it too far with the pervy jokes and send you running. their plan was perfectly crafted, and they didn’t need him ruining it. john b’s eyes linger on the blonde. nothing malicious about it, perhaps a warning though — because jj presses his lips together and moves his glance back to you with a thick swallow.

all in this time, you had decided to take another long swig of your drink before straddling the pillow. the group cheer, the fun and jokey atmosphere back in full swing as you cover your face, giggling into your hands.

your skirt stretches over your upper thighs at the position, and you shuffle — ensuring you’re sat comfortable on the throw cushion. perhaps the alcohol had lowered your guard, because without much thought — you wince, the material catching over your clit. you were sensitive, assumably from ovulation and as you try to get into a comfortable position, your face falls, realising you may be too sensitive to partake.

“uhm,” you clear your throat as the playful jeering dies down.

“go ahead. fulfil your dare.” sarah chuckles, leaning back against the couch behind her.

“i can’t.” you whisper, smile slipping off your face. the couples hearts drop a few millimetres in their chest, thinking perhaps they’d made you uncomfortable and soiled the whole thing. the blonde girls eyebrows furrow, leaning forward and scooching to sit directly infront of you.

“why? are you okay? i’m— i’m sorry—”

“no i’m okay,” you let out an airy laugh that relieves everyone. “maybe i’m just drunk but i’m a little sensitive… don’t think i can sit n’hump this pillow without…” you trail off, your shame sending heat to your cheeks and behind your ears. john b raises his eyebrows slowly in expectation.

“without…?”

you clench your thighs around the pillow, mortified, looking down at it before back up at him with puppy dog eyes and your teeth tucked over your bottom lip all sheepish. made him wanna finger you until you cried.

luckily, sarah’s face lights up with slow realisation, mouth forming an ‘o’ and eyes widening.

“without cumming?” she cooes before swivelling around to look at both boys, laughing in adoration. “aww, you’re sensitive! i didn’t even… know that was a thing!” she beams, and the boys follow, teeth glinting in the low light like hungry hyenas in a cave.

you loosen up a little, shoulders visibly relaxing and you giggle. “yeah… s’just quite a… firm pillow. pressing me in all types of places.” you shrug, girlishly.

“are you seeeeeeriously tellin’ me, that you can’t move back and forth just a little?” jj chuckles, dumbfounded from behind you and you peer shyly over your shoulder with a humble shrug. you wasn’t sure if they were to be making fun of you, but for some odd reason — based off vibes alone, your sensitivity felt like something to be proud of amongst the group. jj licks his lips.

when you turn back, sarah’s in your face again, her warm hands on your knees. she seems comfortable, so you relax into her touch. you notice john b watching the interaction before locking eyes with you and sipping out his beer bottle.

“okay well, a dares a dare, but if you really need someone to help you out…” she giggles, hands sliding up to your hips before she begins to forcefully tug you back and forth — leaving you no choice but to let her make you hump this pillow infront of everyone.

your hands fly to her shoulders to stabilise yourself, sucking in a shaky and unsure gasp as the seams in the fabric repeatedly catch over your clit through your thin panties. the music playing out the speaker seems to get louder, or maybe the blood is just pumping in your ears as the boys let out little encouraging cheers as they chuckle and continue to drink.

sarah tilts her head, hot breath on your jaw as she lowers her voice to something quiet and seductive for just you to hear, her hands now grabbing handfuls of your ass to pull you along. “there you go, keep riding it. just like me in that video, right?” she croons, and your brows furrow — unable to stop the pornographic moan from leaving you.

embarrassed at the delighted reactions, you hide your face in sarah’s neck, hot and disorientated from the pleasure, hearing her amused chuckle close up. “its just us, nothing at all to be embarrassed about.” she shrugs against you. “can’t run from the dare, sweetie. jj, you wanna come up behind her and give her a hand?” she asks, and before you can lift your head — her hands have slid up your top, squeezing at your tits.

your hips aren’t left alone for long though, as jj straddles the long pillow right behind you and grips your hips, tugging them back and forth with a boyish roughness that had the fabric scraping against you in a new way. you whimper uncontrollably, feeling the blondes stiff crotch thumping against your backside each time he yanked you back.

“yeah-he-heahh, that’s the stuff. don’t tell me i never do anythin’ for ya babydoll. teachin’ you the valuable lesson of gettin’ off right now.” he drawls in your ear, his body heat making your back arch.

amidst this, john b carries the same cool and collected energy. he leans against the couch as he keeps his eyes on yours, taking another sip of his beer before reaching out and taking your hand in his to gently soothe over your knuckles when you announce in a panic that they were going to make you cum.

“thaaaats it,” he hums, voice bassy and delicious enough to make you hold onto every word, thighs clenching painfully. “riiiiide it out.”

something about his nonchalance made you believe it was perhaps his idea, and not sarah’s like you previously believed.

[willowsnook]

Right Place, Right Time (LN pt. 2)

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4

@seasonswinter @drdbnkl2008

It'd been a couple of months since the Dutch Grand Prix and your life went back to normal. Work, hanging out with friends, watching sports, walking your dog, the usual. The weather was starting to get nicer in Austin so you were in a good mental spot.

You and Lily had checked in every couple of weeks to chat and you had grown to really like her. About a month ago you had gotten a text from an unknown number.

L: Hey, this is Lando. Lily gave me your number I hope that's okay

Y/N: Lando who?

L: 🙄 very funny

Y/n: How do I even know this isn't spam???

L: [video attachement]

"Hey y/n, it's Lando Norris. You know the driver for McLaren that you met in August. Just wanted to say hi, okay bye."

Since then you had been casually texting, nothing crazy just pretty much sending memes back and forth. The Austin GP was coming up and your whole team was going much to Lando's delight.

The Monday of race week, you were in your office working when you looked down to see Lando calling.

Y/n: What's up?

LN: Nothing much just packing. I'm flying in on Wednesday.

Y/n: Coolio, I hate to do this but I have a meeting in 5 minutes. Can I call you later?

LN: No no it's okay. I was calling to see if maybe you could give me a little tour of Austin when I get in?

Y/N: Hmmm I am pretty packed this week hanging with Lily.

LN: Yeah but you can hang out with her when Osc and I are doing stuff.

Y/n: Fine, text me when you land and i'll figure something out.

LN: Cool, I'll see you then.

You said goodbye and hung up, leaning back in your chair. This whole situation was very strange to you considering you and Lando had spoken one time in person. But maybe he just needed a friend.

You were at happy hour later than day with two of your friends when the subject came up.

"So yeah, I'm picking him up from his hotel and going sight seeing and eating I guess," you said nonchalantly as you finished the story to your two best friends, Maggie and Jaelen.

"Oh yeah so casual," Jaelen said. "Just hanging out with a famous F1 driver. Nothing odd about that." You rolled her eyes and Maggie snickered.

"Did you like put a spell on him when you were there and now he's in love with you?" She asked and you flipped her off.

"I literally didn't do anything!" You exclaimed. "We just talked for a bit and I was being nice."

"You're just not like other girls," Jaelen mocked and you groaned. This whole thing was getting out of hand.

"I am excited for you guys to meet Lily though," you said. "She's cool."

"Sounds like it," Maggie said. "Girls night on Thursday right?" You nodded. You had planned a little girls night slumber party with them and Lily to just hang and watch movies and gossip. The usual activities.

------wednesday---------

The day had flown by at work and before you knew it you were heading out the door to pick up Lando. Your hair sat in waves down your back and you decided on a casual cute vibe wearing a cropped knit brown tank top paired with light baggy jeans. It wasn't that far of a drive to his hotel and you texted him when you got there.

Glued to your phone, you didn't see him walk up and jumped a little when the passenger door opened. He gave you a big smile as your eyes raked over him in a big gray t-shirt and black jeans.

"You are totally checking me out," he said and you huffed.

"I am not," you replied and he laughed.

"It's good to see you," he said sweetly and you smiled.

"You too, are you hungry?"

"Starving."

You pulled out and headed towards the restaurant, the two of you casually chatting about his travel and your work day. You found parking at the place and you both jumped out and headed in.

"Tex mex," Lando said looking at the menu with his face scrunched. "Isn't it just like Mexican food?"

"Yes and no," you said. "It's like American Mexican food so it uses more beef and yellow cheese vs. what you would get in an authentic mexican restaurant."

"What do they mean by a bowl of queso?" He asked and your eyes snapped up to him.

"It's just like a bowl of cheese that you eat with chips," you said slowly.

"And that's good?" he asked innocently.

"You are going to make me cry in public right now," you warned. When your waiter came over it was the first thing you ordered for the two of you.

"How long have you lived here?" Lando asked after you put in your orders.

"A couple of years actually," you said. "I grew up a couple of states north of here, went to college up there, and then moved down when I got the job at Monster."

"Do you have family here?"

"A couple of second cousins but my parents still live where I grew up," you replied. "You live in Monaco now right?" He smirked.

"Looking me up online now are you?" He teased and you blushed.

"I had to make sure you weren't crazy if I was going to show you around my city," you defended and he laughed.

"Yeah I'm in Monaco, I grew up in Glastonbury though," he said and you nodded.

"Is it hard being away from your family?" You asked and he shrugged.

"Yes and no. I miss them a lot but a lot of people involved in F1 live in Monaco so I'm not totally alone. It can be lonely though." You smiled sympathetically.

When your food arrived you waited patiently for Lando to try the infamous queso.

"Well?" You asked nervously. This was very important to you.

"It's pretty good," he said taking another bite.

"Just pretty good?" You questioned.

"It's like exotic," he said and you choked on the sip of water you had just taken a drink of.

"Exotic?? It's melted cheese buddy." Lando blushed and you laughed.

"Are you like a picky eater?" You asked and he nodded.

"Yeah I get a lot of shit for it," he admitted.

"I can't imagine why."

Conversation flowed over the next half hour while you ate, trading childhood stories and hobbies. Lando picked up the bill much to your protest and you headed out to your next stop.

"Mini golf? You really did stalk me online," Lando said as you pulled up to your favorite mini golf course that was peter pan themed.

"Yeah yeah, I wanted to make sure you had fun," you said.

"I would have fun with you even if we did nothing but stare at each other for two hours," he said cheekily.

"Yeah because I'm hot," you replied with a wink and he laughed.

Lando quickly realized that you were a pretty competitive mini golfer so there wasn't much conversation even though he tried. You complained about him distracting you multiple times which made him giggle.

In the end it did not pay off as he beat you by 5 strokes causing you to pout in the car.

"You realize I play golf like all the time," he said looking at you with amusement.

"Yeah whatever," you muttered and he laughed. As you pulled up to his hotel he turned to you.

"Come have a drink to end the night," he said pleading.

"I don't want to pay for parking," you countered and he waved his hand.

"I'll pay for valet come on," he said and got out of the car. You waited while he talked to the valet guy and then followed him in and towards the bar. You got a vodka soda and you found some comfy chairs to sit in. Right when Lando started to say something, someone sunk into the third chair by you guys.

"Mind if I join you guys?" You looked to see Max Verstappen with a drink in his hand casually sitting back.

"Not at all," you said.

"Max, this is Y/n, y/n this is Max," Lando introduced and Max nodded.

"Ahh the mysterious y/n," he said smirking and you turned to Lando who was looking anywhere else but you. The three of you chatted as you got to know Max a little more and the conversation naturally turned to the upcoming race.

"Are you ready for the race this week?" You asked and Max nodded.

"Yeah, don't have really any expectations so we will just see what happens," he said nonchalantly.

"Why not?" You asked.

"The car sucks so who cares," he said and you snorted.

"What?" He asked with an eyebrow raise.

"You've won the championship how many times now? And you expect me to believe that you really just don't care?" You asked incredulously. Lando leaned up about to say something but Max beat him to it.

"Tell me what you really think then," he challenged.

"I think it's so easy for you to fall into this nonchalant attitude because you're Max Verstappen," you said and he raised his eyebrows. "You've painted yourself as this self-assured confident guy so of course you wouldn't be worked up. But how did you get to where you are? By not caring? By not having passion? I don't believe it for one second."

He sat thoughtfully for a moment before speaking again.

"You know my dad used to always tell me that if I'm not winning, then what's the point," he said.

"I think the point is that you are doing what you love and trying to get better everytime because you love the sport," you said sadly. "Winning is just a bonus. And it's you in the car not him."

Max looked at you for a second before turning his attention to Lando.

"I can see why you like her," he said before turning again to you. He reached out and grabbed your hand, caressing his thumb over the back. "It was nice meeting you and thank you."

You bid him farewell before turning back to Lando who was lost in thought.

"I think I'm going to head home," you told him and he nodded. His hand rested on the bottom of your back as you walked back towards the entrance. Lando paid the valet guy and the two of you waited for your car.

"When can I see you again?" He asked.

"I'll probably be there Saturday for qualifying," you said and he frowned.

"That's a long time from now," he said and you smirked looking away.

"I'm hanging out with Lily buddy, she's my main priority not you," you teased and he huffed.

"I want to see you sooner," he complained.

"We'll see," you replied. Your car came back into your vision and you wrapped your arms around Lando's neck pulling him in for a hug. HIs arms wrapped around your waist and he kissed your cheek before letting go.

"I had fun tonight," he said.

"Me too," you replied. "See you Saturday."

"See you Friday," he said waving and you rolled your eyes but smiled as you got in your car.

[concretecultist]

I need Folio smut. Maybe threesome with Folio and Noah🤤

hi!! hello!! i think i can make that happen sorry it took so long to get to this request! 🩵

please remember this is pure FICTION! please do not read if these are not the themes of your taste!

warnings: threesome, p in v, light praise kink, pet names, choking / sleeper hold, indication of developing a poly relationship

A/N: if you enjoy, please comment and reblog 🥰

-Berry🫐

Friends do this sort of thing right? Like… it’s totally normal that you’re sandwiched between your two best friends?

Even if it wasn’t normal, it felt right.

All of you were in sound mind and wanted this without a doubt.

Nick was biting anywhere his mouth could reach, he had his back to the headboard and you were in between his legs while Noah was on his belly in between yours.

“You’re doing so good, Petal,” Nick’s voice made its way through the noise that you and Noah were making, you were moaning louder than you ever have and Noah was humming at how good you were tasting.

Petal.

The name they coined for you because you were such a rare, beautiful flower to them. Any other time it was innocent, but hearing the way it rolls off his lips during this makes it sound like it was made for this situation.

“Nick, I can’t…,”

The both of them laughed as if you have some nerve.

“You can, you wanna know how we know?,” another bite to your neck had you crooning, “Because you’re on your second orgasm and if you couldn’t take it, you would have tapped out by now,”

Noah slipped two fingers inside and the noise of how wet you were was damn near embarrassing.

“She’s squeezing the fuck out of my fingers,” Noah laughed at you, and he wanted you know that he was laughing at you. He had to sit up that way he could just watch the way you fall apart thanks to him, he couldn’t help but add a third one, chuckling at the way your eyes rolled in the back of your head and the way your hands slap down on Nick’s thighs to ground yourself. But there was no amount grounding that could be done.

“You say you can’t but you’re creaming around my fingers, Petal,” his free hand comes to press down on your pelvis, adding the cherry on top by creating circular motions, you could feel the way his fingers came in contact with the ones that were on your mound, only being separated by a wall of flesh.

“Noah!,” you look at him as if to beg him to take it easy on you.

“Nuh uh,” he smirked, “You can be a good girl and cum for us again, can’t you? You know what, don’t answer that. I know you can. You’re almost there,”

Your breath trembled as the knot in your core was becoming too much. You don’t know what you were holding out on but you needed a push.

“Choke her,” Noah smiled, such a cheeky little bastard.

Nick moves his hand to your throat but Noah is quick to stop him.

“Not with your hand,” He instructed, “Use the carotid restraint. Nothing too crazy, just enough to make her dizzy. She’s holding out on us,”

Nick hummed in approval and wrapped his arm around your throat, putting you in a sleeper hold effortlessly. The pressure on the sides of your neck created a lightheaded sensation. You were seeing stars, you felt Noah’s fingers go deeper, Nick’s fingers teasing your nipples, it was heaven sent.

That’s what you needed.

“Gooood girl,” Nick whispered in your ear. You were such a mess. Eyes crossed, drooling, breasts spilling out over your tank top.

The noises between your legs were sloppy and soon you were lightly kicking your feet as you come around Noah’s fingers.

“Ohhhh… fuck!,” the knot finally snapped and you were shuddering under their hands.

Nick had removed his arm so that you could catch your breath, turning your face to his to capture your lips in a hungry kiss.

“You are such a good girl,”

How did you get here? Holy shit, how did you get here?!

“Need more,” you were grabbing at Noah’s shirt, pulling him in. You just needed to taste his lips. Kissing your friends this passionately is normal, right? Like you all just needed to blow off steam, it’s normal to blow off steam like this with your best friends?

“You taste so fucking good,” Noah groans, “Nick, switch me spots. Wanna hold her while you dig deep inside of her,”

His words had you in a frenzy and you were too dizzy to notice them effortlessly switch positions, moving you very softly as they switched.

Once Nick is in front of you, he’s holding your face gently in his hands and peppering kisses all over your face.

“Y’still wanna do this? Just say the word and we can stop, Petal,”

He was so sweet, even after just choking you the way he did, to push you off the edge and have you trembling in his grasp.

“I have nothing to say other than please fuck me,” your eyes fluttered as you look back into his, “I haven’t been taken care of in so long. Please take care of me, Nicky,”

“Christ,” you heard him say under his breath. When you say it like that, how can he say no? Your big shiny eyes, lip slightly poked out in a pout.

“Yeah man, take care of her. Make our pretty little Petal float” Noah is smirking against your neck as he leaves his own bite marks and kisses, fingers pinching at your nipples now.

“Please,” one of your hands reach behind you, tangled in Noah’s hair while the other reached for Nick’s. He held your hand as he lined himself up with you. He easily swallowed your moans as you cried out for him and he didn’t dare let go of your hand.

“Don’t hold back,” Noah instructed, “You’ve adored her for long enough and now you have her. Give it all to her,”

This was all so overwhelming. Nick’s strokes were long and slow and you have Noah in your ear telling him to practically fuck you up.

“And don’t you hold back either, Petal,” he kissed the shell of your ear, “I want to hear you. Let it out, unabashedly. Don’t hide those pretty moans from us,”

Nick has picked up his pace now and Noah’s large hands were keeping your thighs open.

“Nnnnniiiiick!,” you’d gone cross eyed, unable to catch your breath. He was knocking the wind out of you now and it was hard to keep your sanity.

“Petal, you feel so fucking good baby,” Nick was finding it hard to keep himself together. He’d hate to admit how many times he’s imagined this (honestly without Noah because Nick was greedy and wanted you to himself). Now that he was here, he was crumbling. He just wanted to make you feel good, wanted to give it to you the way you deserved.

And by the pretty sounds you were making, he was doing a pretty good job.

“Nick, don’t stop. You’re gonna make me cum,” it was almost humiliating how close you were already, “Oh no,” you were panting now.

“what’s wrong?,” Noah asked.

“It’s too soon!,” you whine, “I’m gonna fucking cum and it’s too soon,”

You wanted to stay like this forever. Noah massaging your thighs, rutting his hips against your back, kissing and biting all over your shoulders while Nick holds your hand, kissing your lips and cheeks and your forehead while driving his hips into you.

This is totally normal.

“Harder,” you plead, “Please, Nicky. Harder, harder, harder!!!,”

You watched as his eyes rolled while driving his hips to pound into you.

“Fuck, tell me where you want me, Petal. I need to know, you’ve got me so close,”

You move Noah’s hands so you can wrap your thighs around Nick.

“Inside me,” you rasp, “I need to feel all of you,”

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” You heard Noah grunt, his hips moving faster.

“Choke me,” you turn to Noah, pulling his head down for another quick sloppy kiss, you couldn’t get enough of his taste “I need it. Fucking choke me, please!,”

With glossy eyes you look back to Nick who was barely keeping it together. Noah snaked his arm around your neck like he advised Nick to do earlier. You feel the sweet embrace of the squeeze and everything was dialed to 100.

His other hand made its way between your legs to rub circles onto your clit. It was all too much. Nick deep inside of you, biting and kissing on your chest, Noah choking you, kissing your neck and cheek while his finger create a fast pace in the bundle of nerves between your legs.

You were about to burst into flames.

“Oh God, I love you two!,” the words slip out in a fucked out haze but you can’t bring yourself to care. With Nick’s hand squeezing yours and you in Noah’s lap while he holds you like this, it would make anyone fall in love.

Especially when the love was already there.

You didn’t catch the look they shared before you feel Noah smiling against your ear once more, “Oh, baby. We love you too,”

You had to bring Nick up to your lips, just needing to feel him on your lips once more before you fall apart for them.

“We’re gonna catch you, Petal. You can fall, baby,”

Noah’s whispered words made their way through the fog and you gave in. You couldn’t keep yourself together anymore.

You came with sob so loud it sounded like it came out of a porno.

“Fuckfuckfuck.. I… g-god!!!,”

“It’s okay,” Nick assured, kissing your trembling lips.

Him and Noah weren’t too far behind, chasing their own releases and falling apart together right after you. Noah’s arm now hanging loosely on your chest while Nick’s forehead was resting against yours.

Your sniffling caught their attention and they were untangling themselves to tend to you.

“What’s going on, Petal?,” Nick questioned, using a thumb to wipe your tears.

“That was… you two took s-such good care of me,”

“That’s our job,” He smirked, “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? How’s a bath then movies and pizza sound?,”

You’re absentmindedly nodding your head, still in a daze at what just happened. Going through a rollercoaster like that with two of the most important people in your life was not something you expected to happen, despite it being a long desired dream.

“Will you two stay the night?,” you looked back and forth between them, eyes shining in a sort of shyness as it sets in that you told them you loved them. You usually do but… this … was different.

They diminished your worries though, both taking turns to kiss you and giving you reassuring smiles.

“Petal, we’re never gonna leave you,”

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i haven’t written threesomes in a while so i hope you enjoyed this, anon!!🩵

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

hiii so i put in a request for the matching thing but you didn’t respond to it so im guessing i didn’t put enough info which i completey understand!!! very sorry about that, i hope ur still doing these requests if not i deeply apologize. anyway pls take ur time so so sorry!!

i’d also like to be matched with someone in pjo pls!

personal info ? 15 yrs old, i’m a girl, she/her(truly idc), bisexual, half mexican (white dad…)

physical: i have medium length wavy brown hair with grown out bangs, im 5’4 average weight, pretty tan, brown eyes, silver circle glasses, i wear smudgy eyeliner w/mascara, i either wear tank tops with big pants or big t shirt with shorts

personality: i’m honestly very weird with the people im close with, like very. i have brainrot humor so im always saying weird ass shit acting like it’s normal. i’m also very sarcastic and if im not very close with someone i give them like 0 reaction i guess? idk ppl tell me im nonchalant but that sounds rlly corny 😬 anyway im very embarrassing in public when im with my friends and they hate it but i think its funny idc!! im also pretty moody but im just a teenage girl!!!!!!! i dont get mad that easily tho like i can take a joke i just get ANNOYED easily but then ill be fine in a few minutes. also ppl tell me im very funny so 😇 meat riding myself YES IM A NO SABO KID I AM TRYING TO LEARN SOANISH.

hobbies/intrests: love love love listening to music, love tv girl, tyler, mitski, arctic monkeys, the smiths, depeche mode, the cure, lana, tame impala, beabadoobee and so many other generes and artists but i only know like 2 songs 😬

i also had a severe fnaf phase, avatar the last airbender, spiderverse, saiki, and obvi percy jackson

currently OBSESSED with slushy noobz they are my whole personality they are how i act. along with avascreams on tiktok ive literally had 6 different ppl tell me “you know that one girl on tiktok?? you act just like her” IM TRILY NOT EVEN TRYING TO ACT LIKE HER I SWEAR. also love sam and colby i full heartedly believe in ghosts just watch ima become a ghost hunter 😊😊

as of right now my hobbies are playing stardew valley and never getting my homework done, i also love to draw but im not very good at it. i also love painting but i haven’t done it in a while bc of school :(( i take piano lessons as well but again, not very good even after 5 years. i rlly like reading too but again bc of school i haven’t read as much lately, love playing with my pets (dog and cat) they’re so cute i love animals so so much i want more but yknow im busy, ive also gotten into working out bc im tryna lose this face fat🫥

likes: love carnival rides!!!! they’re so fun i love the fair SO MUCH. beautiful atmosphere truly. the zipper is so fun don’t let anyone lie to you. nature, i love going on walks in the woods but i can’t bc i don’t live near any😔 food i love food, korean, mexican, american, japanese, i love it all. english class! teacher is so sweet i love her and its also easy and boring so

dislikes: six flags. i hate roller coasters. annoying ppl like bruh stfu up OH MY GOD. when my mom asks me about college, leave me alone pls!

okay i truly don’t know what else to put i hope this was enough 😓😓

-faith 👐

Hey Faith, I am so so sorry that this took incredibly long to complete. I’ve been insanely busy these few months and lots of personal stuff going on so I really hope that this does it justice! And also also don’t be sorry I’m really sorry that this took so long

Your PJO ship: Leo Valdez 🔥🔥🔥 (man I’m jealous)

Explanation: honestly the best way I can explain this is that you’re crazy totally matches his crazy. Your freak matches his freak. is somebody gonna match my freak? Yes, someone will match your freak and that person is Leo. Starting off with your physical appearance, I think that he would be very attracted to you and I think you give a vague match of his mom like I feel like you look like his mom a little little bit, which is what kind of drew him to you in the first place I feel like he probably saw you in a crowd and his jaw dropped. He just thought that you were your clothing style. He also liked your eyeliner which he had you do on him whenever you guys got comfortable enough in the relationship he was like hey can I please have your make up routine done on me? He looked rlly hot but anyway- you guys are just so chaotic together with your personality like you match him so well I feel like Leo in order to make a relationship work with him. He needs to have someone that’s either vastly different than him or the same because I mean, I just see you guys as Deadpool and Vanessa, you guys so chaotic in public you guys would do so much embarrassing shit together and social anxiety would be afraid of both of you combined, a deadly duo. Whenever you were first getting to know each other, and you were more relaxed and chill around him less if you’re crazy with showing, that’s what kind of Drew him like he thought that your dynamic could be that you would kind of be more opposites, but then he slowly realize that you were just as fucking goofy and silly as him, and he would have a blast with you as you guys got further on into your even like just friendship that eventually turn into romance. You guys always have the funniest times together like I’m not joking. You guys would be the couple to go out with if you wanted a good time because you guys just yeah you’re chaotic and glorious and also really freaking funny and I mean yeah. (I would also like to let you know to do a deeper dive into your personality. I did research some of the people you mentioned that you were compared to and watched some of their videos and subjected myself to the painful amount of puns and batshit crazy, honestly I’m pretty impressed if people are comparing you) as for your hobbies, he would love playing Stardew Valley and I feel like he would romance. Sebastian don’t ask me why, but I just feel like he would. He would totally want Sebastian as I don’t know why OK I really don’t. I really don’t but anyway that’s just my personal theory. But he would love playing Stardew with you. He’s also a procrastinator when it comes to homework and work and taking things seriously in general so you guys would be quite the interesting duo and I feel like U2 would just end up making out during study date so if you want someone to study with? He’s probably not the best person. Also, I think that he would love your art and would be absolutely obsessed. If you ever did any artwork of him or just inspired by him like he would love that he would frame that shit he would brag to everyone about how good you are and same goes with piano he’s obsessed even if you think you weren’t very good after five years of playing he thinks you’re magnificent. It took everything in him to not compare you to Apollo because he knew that that would probably get you like blasted into the sky or something, but he just thinks anything that comes from you is good basically. That’s Leo Math.

You + Anything= Good.

He can never read very much because of his ADHD. I just feel like he would lose interest in books really easily unless they’re really exciting or exactly what he’s being into at this point, so I feel like he would get the being too busy to read. He also loves animals. He would absolutely snuggle all the pets in the world. I feel like he just loves animals. I feel like he especially loves dogs because they match his energy and he’s definitely like a golden retriever guy or maybe a Chihuahua guy one of them anyway dogs are very Leo core. Also, he thinks your chubby face is cute, and while he promotes working out for the healthiness of it, he thinks you have the wrong motivation if you want to get rid of that cute squeezable cheeks. (Multiple cheeks if ykwim) he also loves carnival rides and he’s a huge foodie so if you ever went out to him, you guys would end up eating more than your stomachs and belts can handle I mean yeah you guys would just be done if you ever went out to eat because he would order so much food and then I feel like because of his ADHD he’d be midway eating through another thing and then see other stand and be like babe. We gotta go there next. basically you guys would be extremely full. He also likes nature walks. I think that he kind of just likes the dirt of it because he’s definitely not afraid to get dirty and he loves just poking around nature I mean, I honestly that’s how I see him going on hikes like he’d pick up slugs, he do all kinds of like gross stuff. People normally wouldn’t do like I don’t know, letting a worm crawl on his arm or something.  anyway you guys totally match each other crazy and match each other’s freak yes just like the song, and I really ship it 💕💓💗💞💗💞

[obxismylife2]

Hello, could you write threesome with Rafe x JJ x Y/N? I see them being super competitive during it:)

"God Rafe how many times do I have to tell you I don't know," I covered my face with my hands in frustration and leaned my back against the couch. I couldn't stand Rafe's constant questions about JJ. Because he'd heard that I liked JJ, so he thought I'd sleep with him immediately.

"Oh come on, I know you want to do it with him, I just still can't figure out why," he leaned his arm on the back of the couch and fixed his gaze on me. More specifically on my chest because of the tank top Sarah made me wear.

I'm at the Camerons' now. Ward and Rose aren't home and Wheezie's sleeping over at a friend's house, so here I am with Rafe and Sarah. Well, before it got dark, we sat by the pool and talked quietly. When we decided it was the best time to go inside, Sarah and I were shivering with cold. Rafe rolled his eyes at that and we parted to the glass doors of their patio when Sarah pushed me and I fell into the water.

Of course she did it on purpose, because she wants me to hook up with her brother so I’d be at their house all the time and she would be able to hang out with me. She claims he's completely different with me than he normally is. Of course I don't buy it. That's total bullshit. Not that people can't change, but in Rafe's case, I doubt it. I highly doubt it.

Rafe ran to get me a towel so I could dry off a little and when he came back he couldn't take his eyes off me. Even though I was wearing a sports bra, I didn't want to pinch myself in a push-up bra, so my nipples were just as visible as if I hadn't been wearing any bra. Rafe couldn't forgive himself a glance or two at my chest while I was drying off.

Sarah took me to her room, where she lent me a pair of shorts and a tank top with a neckline that went down to perhaps my stomach. At first I refused because of Rafe, he was already quite a spectacle outside the pool, but Sarah gave me no choice so I put it on. Anyway, when we came into the living room to see Rafe, his eyes immediately jumped to my semi-exposed breasts. I gave him a little nudge not to do that, but during the ensuing conversation his eyes occasionally leaked to my chest, but I pretended not to notice.

"First of all, how do you know I want to do that, and second of all, have you seen him shirtless before?" JJ looks really irresistible shirtless. I'd be lying if I said I didn't bite my lip at that moment and didn‘t think about how good he'd look on top of me. Or below me. Well, whatever.

"No, and I don't want to," Rafe held up his hands in a surrendering gesture and propped the back of his head up with them as he stared at the TV, which was running some show on Netlfix. We sat in silence for a moment, watching the TV, until Rafe stopped it and turned his torso towards me.

"What do you like about him?" He asked bluntly, squinting his eyes a little. It was like he was trying to read what I thought of JJ from my eyes. I actually like JJ, a lot, but I'm afraid he doesn't feel that way.

I mean, he's always catching up with Kie, and they've been out alone together a few times, so I think there's something between them, and if there is, I don't want to be the one to ruin it. I'd rather wallow in a sea of sadness.

"Everything, actually. He's a really nice guy, he can listen, he's attentive, he compliments my looks whenever he gets the chance and sometimes he sort of gently puts his arm around my waist or on my thigh when we're alone," I daydreamed a little.

I remembered the moment when JJ did it for the first time and my heart raced so hard I could hear it in my ears. We were sitting with the pogues at Kie's parents' restaurant and JJ did it secretly. No one noticed, except for me.

"You mean like this?" He moved closer to me and put his hand on my thigh. His palm felt nice and warm against my cool skin, it was from the pool, and my breath caught as he gently squeezed my flesh. My gaze landed on his hand. His thumb gently stroked the outside of my thigh. I raised my head to his and just watched as his face got closer and closer.

"Rafe, what are you doing?" My voice was much quieter than I had originally planned. If the room hadn't been sepulchral silent, he would have easily overheard my question.

"What I should have done a long time ago," his other hand was pressed to my cheek and in an instant his lips were pressed against mine. I froze in place, not knowing what to do. After a moment I realized what was happening and pulled away from him.

"Rafe, this isn't working," I shook my head from side to side and put my fingers to my lips. "Why? Because you like him? What does he have to offer you that I don't, Y/N? I'll prove to you that I'm so much better than him," he kept leaning in and trying to kiss me again, but I dodged every time.

"A lot of things!"

"Like what?" Rafe put on a slightly jealous face. Was he jealous that I liked JJ and not him? "Please don't make me compare the two of you just because your ego told you to," I got up from the couch and started pacing back and forth.

"Oh yes, Y/N. What makes you think he could satisfy you and I don't?"

"My cock," I was terribly scared when a male voice came from behind me. I turned around and couldn't believe my eyes.

"JJ? How did you get in here?" I went to hug him, and before we pulled away from each other completely, he gave me a kiss on the cheek, but in a way that Rafe wouldn't see.

"Sarah let me go when she was just leaving to see John. She said she texted you, but you didn't text her back," he pointed out and I frowned a little. What does he mean? I took my phone out of my back pocket and looked at Sarah's messages. Oh yeah, I had the sound turned down the whole time, that's why I couldn't hear anything.

"Geez, I must have accidentally turned the sound off, that's why I didn't hear it," I put my phone back in my pocket and looked at Rafe. He had a suspicious smirk on his face that I didn't like at all. It looked like he was up to something, but I don't know what.

"Listen JJ, Y/N here told me you're better in bed than me," Rafe folded his arms on his chest and smiled faintly. I reached out my hand, intending to punch him, but JJ grabbed my wrist and turned me to face him.

"JJ, I didn't really say that. I swear to god. We didn't even have sex, so how could I compare you two?" JJ didn't seem to mind. Rather, he was smiling. But so cool. Like he was up to something, too.

"And you want to compare?" He asked out of nowhere, his eyes tracing me from top to bottom. Wait what? Did I hear right? Did JJ really just ask me if I wanted a threesome with him and Rafe? I stared at him in disbelief, expecting him to say something like, that was just a joke, I tricked you, but nothing. JJ's eyes moved from mine to Rafe behind me, and then back to me.

"So what do you think? Would you go to a threesome with me and Rafe?" I just kept staring at him, not making a sound. I turned to Rafe to see if they were both serious and he nodded his head in response. I swallowed and focused my gaze back on JJ. He let go of my wrist, which was still in his palm, and stepped away from me.

"At least this way you'll be able to match us up to see who's better," Rafe adds, and my gaze immediately dropped to him. He took slow steps towards me, shortening the distance between us.

He took my chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifted my head so he could look into my eyes. "You're going to love this," he kissed me softly on the lips, which he then moved to my neck. While he concentrated on my neck, I concentrated on his hand which slowly traveled down my body and stopped at my crotch.

Even through my underwear and shorts, I could very well feel the bellies of his fingers gliding lightly towards my entrance. I closed my eyes and let a fleeting sigh leave my mouth. Suddenly, I felt another pair of hands massaging my ass. I turned my head and saw JJ.

"So what do you think, Y/N? Are you going to let us make you cum as hard as you dreamed?" JJ whispered in my ear with passion in his voice and I closed my eyes, thinking about it.

It's a very strange thought, but on the other hand, my body is horny right now, and if I said no, I'd have to cum myself, so why not. "Oh, yes," I moaned lightly as Rafe's hand reached into my shorts and panties and ran his fingers over my throbbing clit. Rafe chuckled at that and intensified his action in my panties until I grabbed his hand and moaned loudly. Rafe took his hand out of my panties and shorts and they both pulled away from me.

„Let’s go upstairs, shall we?“ Rafe asked with the biggest smirk I have ever seen on his lips and held out his hand to me. I turned to JJ who was already on his way past me. He stopped at the stairs and stared at me the same way as Rafe.          

I slowly reached out my hand to Rafe's and squeezed it. Rafe smiled at me even more and led me up the stairs to his room. JJ was following close behind us and his hand was on my ass, so that as I walked up each step, my ass moved from side to side under his palms. After we climbed the stairs, Rafe led us down a long hallway all the way to the end where the door to his room was. He let me take the handle and open the door.

I walked in first and looked around. The place was tidy. But not the kind of tidy where you throw all the clothes that are lying around on the floor on a chair and you're done. But tidy as in really tidy. Like Rafe was planning on inviting me into his room. It's like Rafe had it all planned out.

"You knew I'd say yes, so you cleaned your room just for me?" I turned to Rafe, who was leaning against the closed door just like JJ. Only he was leaning against the wall next to it. The corners of Rafe's mouth lifted into a beautiful smile and he shook his head yes. "Awww," I walked over to him, taking his face in my hands and stroking his cheeks with my thumbs.

"That's so nice, Rafe," I pressed my lips to his and let him explore my mouth with his tongue. While Rafe and I were kissing, JJ stood behind me and his hands grabbed the elastic of my shorts and pulled them and my panties down to my ankles. He then stood close behind me and began to mark the territory of my neck with his lips.

Rafe's hands slid under my tank top and began to massage my breasts. In return, I raked my fingers through his hair and tugged lightly on it as he pinched my nipple between his fingers. We pulled away from each other and I lifted my hands upwards. Rafe immediately pulled off my tank top and tossed it to the floor.

JJ picked me up in his arms and walked with me over to the bed, where he subsequently threw me as well. I was literally sinking into the mattress as Rafe had it soft. Rafe crawled in sideways to me and started kissing me hungrily and furiously. I ran my hands into his hair and moaned into Rafe's mouth when I felt a fleeting kiss on my lower abdomen.

I automatically spread my legs for JJ and let him taste me. He ran his tongue slowly over my entrance a couple of times and then entered me with his tongue. I moaned into Rafe‘s mouth again, louder this time, and pulled him even closer to me. While Rafe was busy making sure my lips were swollen, JJ was trying to pleasure me. And that he was succeeding.

His tongue played with my clit as his fingers teased me by pulling themselves in a little and then pulling out. Before Rafe fully separated, he bit my bottom lip, causing me to let out a painful sigh. I took off his tank top and looked at JJ, who had just pulled away from me so he could remove his clothes. I unbuttoned Rafe's shorts as well and let him pull them down.

Two strong palms wrapped around my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the bed where JJ knelt down and buried his face between my legs. He darted his tongue inside me and massaged my clit with his thumb in circular motions.

„Holy fuck,“ Rafe climbed onto the bed next to my head, holding his cock in his hand and looking at me with passion in his eyes. "You look so amazing when you're all naked and lying like that in front of me ready to take my cock in your mouth." I brought my hand to his dick and stroke it with my hand. His hand grabbed my hair and tilted my head back a little. I opened my mouth, stuck my tongue out at him and slowly slid his cock into my mouth.

I pushed it straight in as deep as I could, making him throw his head back and let out a silent groan. I immediately started moving my head back and forth and let him feel my hair as much as he wanted.

I sucked Rafe faster, the sounds of my lips sucking him growing louder and louder. He looked down at my mouth around his cock, making him feel weak and gritting his teeth. JJ pushed his fingers deeper inside me and started sucking my clit harder than before, my moans making Rafe getting louder. I pull away from Rafe so I can get rid of the groans stuck in my throat. JJ was doing a great job.

„Oh my god, JJ, please, stop“ I put my hand on his head and tried to pull him away, but he insisted on making me feel good.

"Relax and let JJ do his thing. You'll have another chance to cum. Around my cock," Rafe said, stroking my cheek with his thumb and moving it, reached my bottom lip, then he parted from my upper lip. I opened my mouth and he put his thumb in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his finger and started sucking hard on him as I felt my orgasm approaching. JJ sped his fingers inside me and toyed with my clit like crazy I had to pull away from Rafe’s finger.

"Oh my god, J…" I exclaimed as I felt a very strong sensation forming in my lower abdomen. JJ was sucking on my clit like he wanted to enjoy the last sips of the drink he's drinking through a straw. And his fingers were moving at the speed of light. I looked back at Rafe and let him push his fingers back into my mouth. In a few more seconds, I finally climaxed and cum on JJ's fingers. Rafe pulled his fingers out of my mouth and shut me up my smashing his lips onto mine.

As I came down from my high, JJ made sure I was completely clean, then continued to eat me, almost sending me into a high again, but he pulled away before that could happen. I groaned a little as I lost physical contact with his mouth and watched what he's doing.

He unzipped his shorts and tossed them with his underwear, then walked over to the other side of my head, since Rafe was on my left side, and brought his lips to my neck, where he began to leave slow and sloppy kisses. Meanwhile Rafe climbed between my legs and teased me a bit with the tip of his cock, causing me to moan even more. Rafe guided himself inside of me, while JJ kissed my neck and slowly moved to my collarbones as he stroked himself

Rafe let out a strangled moan, taking his time before going slightly faster. „Oh, fuck,“ he said. „You’re so tight.“ JJ moved his mouth down to my breasts where he sucked on my nipples, swirling his tongue around each of them and pulling at them with his lips, teasing them with his teeth.

I gasped at the feeling of his soft lips. I reached out to JJ when he moved with his kisses back to my neck. The warmth of his mouth and the feel of Rafe inside of me sent bolts of electricity through my body. „Oh my God,“ I choked.

„Yeah, that’s it, baby. Moan for us, let your body response to our actions,“ Rafe said, panting. JJ pulled away from my neck and kissed my lips. But it wasn't like Rafe had done before. JJ didn't mean to cause my lips to swell, instead he was very gentle and careful. He knew very well that my lips were a little sore right now from Rafe, so he made sure that his lips were as soft as possible. Rafe rested one hand on the mattress next to my hips while with the other he grabbed my thigh and lifted my leg up, giving me a new angle of pleasure.

I reached my hand up to JJ’s cock and started moving with my hand in a quick pace. JJ tilted his head back in pleasure with his mouth fully open and grabbed my head with one hand. „Oh yes, fuck. You’re such a good girl, taking my cock so good,“ breathless, he leaned down to kiss my forehead, pulling his dick out of my mouth. I looked up at him and pulled his head towards me but this time it was me who pressed my lips to his and controlled the kiss.

JJ let me explore his mouth with my tongue and when I was satisfied with tasting his mouth, he took control over our kiss himself and his hand moved from my face to my chest. He squeezed one of my breasts and I moaned into his mouth as I was about to have my second orgasm tonight.

„Rafe?“ I whimpered.

„I’m gonna come soon.“ He pulled himself out of me and added: „Not yet, baby.“ He looked at JJ who nodded and they switched their places. As JJ slowly brought himself inside of me, Rafe climbed up to my right and pressed his lips to mine. The moment our lips touched, they started hurting me again since he last kissed me.

I groaned as he kissed me roughly like before and continued. JJ pushed as deep as he could inside me and started moving slowly making me whimper. I put my hand in Rafe’s hair and tugged, letting him know he was really hurting my lips. He pulled away, but our foreheads were still touching.

„You have to suffer, baby. I really love your lips they’re so fucking perfect. I can’t help myself. When I look at them the only thing I want to do is to kiss them so hard they’ll bleed and you’ll beg me to stop,“ he leaned forward a little to kiss my forehead and then turned to kiss my lips. Gentle at first and a few second later it was rough again.

I’m not saying I wasn’t enjoying it. The pain caused me to arch my back, allowing me and JJ a slightly better angle for satisfaction and I was once again on my way to orgasm. JJ was moving faster, but he wasn’t really taking me to another peak. I needed much faster movement.

„Fuck, please go faster,“ I begged JJ. But he didn’t listen, probably because he’s too close. Rafe pulled away from my lips and just watched me squirming in pleasure. „Rafe,“ I shifted my gaze to Rafe, my eyes pleading. He stopped adoring my body and focused on me. He recognized in my eyes what I was trying to tell him and smirked.

He said to JJ, „Move.“ Rafe nudged him out of the way. Rafe’s eyes met mine again as if asking if I’m ready. He grabbed my ankles and placed them onto his shoulders. He grabbed my hips hard and pushed himself in me. I gasped at the feel of him stretching me out, since he’s a lot thicker than JJ.

JJ watched with his hand around his cock, breathing heavily. Rafe started off slowly but only for a few seconds before his skin claps against mine. My hand clutched at the bedsheets and a cry escaped my throat every time he pushed in me. I tighten around him while his hips pushed into me. He watched my every expression, watching the way he made me feel. My mouth opened and my moans got caught in my throat. JJ’s fingers raked through my hair.

„Shit, baby, you look so hot right now.“ But I looked at Rafe. He nodded at me, once, to let me know to come. I tighten, tighten, tighten around him, my back arches, and I grabbed at JJ’s shoulder while I poured out around Rafe and cried out louder than I did with JJ. Longer than I did with JJ.

Rafe’s grunts got louder and louder, and he pushed into me so hard, he moved me across the bed, and then exploded on my belly. I watched, feeling turned on all over again, but I hadn’t caught my breath yet. As Rafe came down and my muscles relaxed, JJ said: „And what about me, darling?“ I lazily turned my head to JJ and looked at his cock in his hand, longing for my touch.

„Just…give me a minute,“ I said. Rafe smirked, climbing off the bed. He did exactly what he wanted to do to me. He wanted to make me breathless without any energy to do anything after that. „Just use your mouth,“ JJ said to me.

I could barely move. Rafe did a great job. I reached for JJ‘s hand and pulled him closer to the bed. I tried to get up somehow, but I couldn’t. My legs were so weak that I couldn’t get up, so I fell onto my stomach on the bed. At least my neck didn’t hurt. I lifted my head, opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue. JJ smiled at me, the tip of his cock brushing against my lips before pushing it in and back out.

I wrapped my hand around the base of JJ’s cock. I put my mouth around his tip and started sucking him off. JJ moaned and praised me, and the more he told me how good it feels, the faster I went until I shifted onto my elbows and knees. Rafe took advantage of the space beneath me and lay down underneath me so his nose brushed against my clit making me arch my back and make me moan with pleasure.

The vibrations that I made with my mouth excited JJ even more until he tilted his head back and his breathing started to get  faster. I was suffocating so I pulled  JJ’s dick out of my mouth and at that moment I felt Rafe teasing me with his tongue sliding across my folds.

„Oh fuck, Rafe. No, don’t do that, I can’t, I can’t-,“ I pleaded, but he just hummed, sending vibrations through my body and wrapped his arms around my thighs so he could bring my pussy closer to his face. He quickly pushed his tongue in and out od me, then started doing it over and over again. „Rafe, I can’t, please. You have to st-„ I gasped when he pulled at my clit with his teeth, just enough to spike a new feeling of pleasure zapping through me.

JJ run his hand down my bare back and slapped my ass, making me push my pussy harder to Rafe’s mouth. JJ grabbed my breast and squeezed it. I could feel Rafe’s muscles tense, he didn’t like how JJ grabbed my breast. He would probably want to punch him in the face. He gripped my thighs tighter and started accelerating with his tongue. My body reacted by pulling away from him, but the further I backed away, the faster his tongue moved. My body weakened, giving up. Rafe is going to kill me. Or, at the very least he’ll make me faint.

„I’m gonna cum, fuck,“ JJ groaned. I could feel another wave of pleasure approaching and before I could say or imply anything, Rafe forced me to cum into his mouth with a loud cry, my walls flexing aggressively around his tongue as he collected every last drop of me. Rafe savored every drop that escaped me and licked me clean, making me almost fall on him.

JJ pushed his cock deep into my throat and held it for a while and then I felt the hot liquid running down my throat. Before Rafe clímbed out from under me, he pulled away, ever-so-carefully and left a gentle kiss above my clit. JJ pulled away and I licked him clean. When I was done, he lifted my head and kissed my mouth once, twice, three times, and whispered: „Good job, baby.“

I smiled and rolled back. I struggled to catch my breath, for I had never experienced such a hot and passionate evening. Rafe and JJ looked at me trying to catch my breath, and when I looked up at them, they both smirked.

„I don’t regret my decision at all,“ my head hit the pillow below and I closed my eyes. The mattress on eitther side of me sagged and I felt lips on my cheeks. I smiled, but didn’t open my eyes.

„So which of us is better?“ JJ asked after a while. I opened my eyes and looked at him. „That’s honey, the million dollar question. Both of you were so good,“ I stroked their cheek bones. „But?“ Rafe glared at me.

„I can’t decide which of you was the better one,“ JJ started stroking my belly with the back of his hand until goosebumps appeared all over my body. I shivered a little under his touch and he smile dat it.

„Alright. That means round two,“ Rafe said, and I glanced at him, my eyes bulging.

„God forbid, don’t,“ they both laughed at my comment and each laid down on my shoulder.

[total-fandom-tr45h]

The Star Screamers Meet the Moth

@kaleidoscopek9, here is a little something for your punk au, I hope I wrote the boys right!

Sun and Moon were not happy, to say the least. 

They had been hearing rumors whispered between stagehands about the possibility of a new animatronic being brought into the band, and the very thought irked the duo, Moon more so than Sun. Another animatronic meant more competition, and a liability onstage. They trusted each other, but they couldn’t trust someone new. 

But it was just rumors, and nobody had said anything outright, so neither of them put any stock in anything they heard.

So one could only imagine their shock and anger when a few days before a show, as they were walking backstage to go through the normal routine of mic checks and other technical maintenance they spot another bot being poked and prodded at by a couple of techs, while the main stage manager talked and checked things off on his clipboard. 

Sun and Moon looked at each other for a moment before Sun put on a strained smile, walking over while Moon hung back, arms crossed over his chest as he simply watched the new animatronic. 

“Hey! What’s going on?” Sunny asked, trying to sound cheerful as normal, but his voice came out a little more forced. The stage manager looked up from his clipboard and smiled, looking up at Sun.

“Ah, good you’re here. This is Luna, the newest addition to The Star Screamers. She’s going to be on backup vocals and guitar. Management is hoping that by adding a feminine element to the band will pull in even more fans.” The man explained as Sun nodded along, glancing over at the new addition. 

Luna, as she was called, seemed to have a body structure similar to him and Moon, but with a more 3-dimensional head and more feminine proportions, and not to mention four arms. Her casing was a light gray color, looking almost like an off-white. She had synthetic hair (similar to Roxanne) that seemed to be dyed black, if the flecks of white showing through were anything to go by, and it was choppy looking, like someone gave her a really bad haircut. Bright yellow antenna poked out from the black synthetic mop, swaying and bouncing with every slight movement she made. 

Luna wore a black leather jacket over a white, beat up tank top, both of which were obviously custom made, with extra sleeves for her arms and the neck holes widened to account for the large fuzzy collar around her neck that extended almost halfway out to her shoulders and down to where her sternum would be if she were human. Dark wash jeans and black combat boots finished her look, along with the casing on her face being either totally overhauled or painted over to give her darker “makeup”, including lipstick and eyeshadow. 

Luna gave a hesitant smile, lifting one of her unoccupied hands to hold it out towards Sunny. “Nice to meet you…” She spoke quietly, as if she could almost tell that she wasn’t quite welcome yet. 

From the shadows Moon sneered, watching with irritation as Sun shook Luna’s hand. Of course this was all just another way for the higher ups to gain more money, using another animatronic like a tool and treating them like a prisoner. 

Moon stepped out of his hiding place as the technicians finished up their fine tuning on Luna and he walked over, glaring directly into her eyes, which were bright green with black sclera. “Don’t get in my way.” He growled before pushing past her, his arm catching on something. 

Whipping his head around, he saw that from her back there was a pair of wings reminiscent to those of a Luna Moth, but the bottoms of them were torn to shreds. He let out a grunt and stormed off, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

Luna sighed despite her obvious lack of lungs and gave Sun another small smile. “Sorry if I’m imposing on you guys, I don’t want any trouble…” 

Sun shook his head, waving a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be fine. Besides, it’s not like any of us had a choice in the matter.” 

There was a moment of silence between the two animatronics before Sun clapped his hands together. “I’m going to go find Moon. Talk to you later, Luna.” He said before taking off in the direction Moon stormed off in, leaving Luna alone. 

She sighed again, static accompanying the sound from frustration and sadness as she ran a hand through her chopped hair. “That could’ve been better…. but it could have been worse I guess. Well, I guess I had better start practicing then…” 

She muttered to herself before wandering off, folding her wings up into their compartments in her back as she walked toward the bus she was brought there on. 

[bisluthq]

https://www.tumblr.com/bisluthq/760491798530605056/for-me-it-was-mischa-barton-in-the-oc-i-totally?source=share

Mischa was goals at the time but I remember thinking 'id settle on looking like Rachel' 💀 because Rachel HAD CHEEKS!

Fuck heroine chic plastered everywhere!

Also the stress I felt because when I was like 15 and watched some dumb teen/ college movie like American pie that had so much nudity and then I was fixated on how to make my (barely there) breasts perfectly symmetrical 💀 I dressed "modestly" I didn't wear bikinis or tank tops, but I was terrified of showing any "cleavage" (I didn't have cleavage lmao) but I was scared someone would see that the left sat differently than the right in a bikini top before I put one of those swimming t shirts on top of it.

So happy it's different for this next generation, so jealous, but so happy that it changed lol

I think I thought both Rachel and Alexis Bledel were kinda chubby tbh. Them and as I said the One Tree Hills girls. I thought like that was sorta chubby, Mischa was more goals, and obviously a lot of models. I was a skinny kid and then I gained a bit of weight when I hit puberty and then I lost that (consciously) and I was a Size 0 (like they were big on me tbh, I was VERY fucking skinny) into my twenties when I eventually went to therapy for it. I’m now a 6US/8UK and I do still have to sometimes remind myself that I’m not yk plus sized lmao. Early 00s fucked me upppp lmao.

what’s also weird is I can see other people’s bodies normally lol like I have a friend who is plus sized (not like majorly but she’s a tall girl and she’s very curvy, actually super stunning woman) and I once asked to borrow a specific dress from her and she was like “well sure but I don’t think it’ll fit well on you” and I thought she was talking height wise because it’s a short dress on her and I was like “no I know but I don’t like stuff as short as that on me that much so that’s fine” and it genuinely didn’t fully register that I’m overall just a lot smaller. In my head we were different heights but kinda the same size overall. Fucking 00s and dysmorphia fr.

[adoringhaikyuu]

you’re horny on your period 

characters: aone + atsumu + kageyama + kenma + (gn!reader) 

request: hey babes, can i request hq boys (of ur choice, but with tsumu on it pls) with a fem s/o whos on her period and very horny? lol, if ur uncomfortable with it i'll totally understand • by anonymous

warnings: horny tings, suggestive tings, period sex mentions but nothing actually happens <3

notes: everyone is 18+ in this !! the reader has their period obviously but there are no pronouns used so technically it’s gn :) i actually rly like this one!

aone 

you tried to get over it, but it was no use

it’d been an hour and you were still needy, an unsatisfied ache in the pit of your stomach and between your legs, not just because of your cramps

you were debating telling aone because you didn’t to bother him and period sex could be messy and some might even say gross

but of course, like the observant boyfriend he is, he noticed something was bothering you

aone walked into your bedroom, immediately sensing your discomfort. he stopped in front of the bed where you were sitting. his voice was gentle, despite his serious exterior but you could tell he was worried. “cramps?” 

you paused, deciding to speak before you changed your mind. “yeah, but that’s not really what’s bothering me...” 

he raised his brows, silently asking you to explain so he could help you.

“i...” you rubbed your thighs together, shuffling on the bed nervously as you focused your eyes on the sheets rather than his curious eyes. “i’m just feeling kind of needy?”

he stayed standing, “oh...would you like me to help?”

“yes–no?” you looked up to see him tilting his head at you, confused. “i just know some people find it gross and it can be messy, you know? don’t wanna be a bother.” 

“your issue is the mess?” 

you nodded and he hummed before leaving without another word. you sunk down a bit. you were fully prepared for it to go either way, but the rejection still kinda hurt a bit. you were about to go to the shower to take care of yourself when aone came back into the room, a towel and wipes in his hand. 

you looked up at him shocked, “what––”

he put the towel down and set the wipes aside, “for the mess.”

you immediately got up and pulled him in for a kiss, making his eyes widen slightly before he gave in, holding you by the waist. you mumbled against his lips, “i love you so much.” when you pulled away, you noticed the light blush and subtle smile on his face.

he licked his lips. “i love you too.” 

atsumu

normally when you were on your period, you wouldn’t let tsumu touch you tbh

period sex was a hassle

and normally you could control yourself or just take care of yourself on your own time in the shower or while he was out

but today for some reason, you needed him 

well you knew the reason actually––

as soon as atsumu came home, drenched in sweat from the gym, his grey tank top practically glued to his torso. you could see his neck shining and even his hair was wet, which you saw once he took off his cap. 

he set things down and immediately ran over to you on the couch to give you a quick kiss. “hey babe,” he grinned and stood up straight, stretching his arms behind his head, which wasn’t helping you at all. “damn that workout was intense, i’m beat. i’m gonna head to the shower, okay? then we can cuddle.” 

you opened your mouth but didn’t say anything, nodding instead. he smiled and headed towards the bathroom but he only made it about three steps before you stopped him with a call of his name, the sight of his back only furthering the feelings you had.

he turned back, “yeah?” 

you paused, “i um...” you sighed, “i need you.”

you could see a smile forming it’s way onto his face slowly, not wanting to get his hopes up too soon. he always wanted to help you out on your period but you’d never let him. 

“like need me need me?” 

you nodded “but we’ll only do it in the shower!” 

the smile finally burst on in his face. he made his way over to you again and planted a big kiss on your lips, groaning happily when you moaned lightly. 

“on second thought another workout doesn’t sound too bad.” he winked and smiled cheekily before throwing you over his shoulder and running to the bathroom, ignoring your yelp. 

“what got you so worked up anyway?” he asked casually, stepping into the bathroom. 

he set you down and you looked up at him sheepishly, “you...”

he grinned smugly, his hands reaching for your shirt. “oh i am so blowing your back out–”

kageyama

you tried to ignore what you were feeling, not wanting to ruin the moment since you and kageyama loved to do this every week

have a movie night and just relax

and you now he’d been working really hard lately so he deserved some rest

but you had a problem

you kept fidgeting in your seat next to him, trying to either relieve yourself slightly or make it go away, you weren’t too sure

and to be honest you weren’t really paying attention to it and kageyama could tell

after twenty minutes or so into the movie, he asked you what was wrong but you waved him off, assuring him it was nothing

but you couldn’t help but focus on him, the sharp cut of his jawline, the curve of his lips

then he put his hand on your thigh and you got to thinking of the feeling of his hands on you

and that sent you down a tunnel of unholy thoughts

kageyama felt your fingertips tracing the veins in his hands and tried to ignore it at first, keeping his eyes trained on the tv. but when you let your fingers trail up along his arm as well, his hand subconsciously squeezed your thigh and his eyes widened when you let out a quiet moan.

you both paused and kageyama turned his head slowly, eyes wide and looked at you, his lips parted. “are you–” he swallowed, trying to calm himself down. “okay?” 

you looked over at him, trying to act innocent. “mhm. just tickled, that’s all.” 

he nodded and turned back to the screen, and you tried to as well, but you kept glancing back at him, debating with yourself about whether or not you should say something. you didn’t want to be selfish and disrupt the movie, but you also couldn’t ignore what you were feeling, it was too intense. 

it lasted about five minutes before he looked at you from the corner of his eye. “you know i can see you watching me, right?” 

you felt your cheeks heat up and you huffed. “i’m sorry i just...” he turned to face you fully, curious and a bit concerned. his hand trailed up to your inner thigh, completely innocently and that’s when you decided you couldn’t hide it anymore. 

“i’m horny tobio.” 

his eyes brightened and he stuttered for a bit, “o–oh. well––do you want me to help?” he started to move closer but you looked to the side and he stopped. 

“it’s just––i’m on my period.” when he didn’t say anything for a few seconds you looked back to find him staring at you blankly.

he tilted his head and looked from side to side. “and?” 

you opened your mouth and closed it. “well...i’m, you know...bleeding...doesn’t that bother you? it’ll take more like effort and i know you’re tired––”

he cut you off, placing a hand under your chin, a shy smile on his face. “i don’t care about that. plus wouldn’t it help with your cramps?” 

you nodded, “well, only if you make me cum.” 

his brows furrowed, offended. “i always make you!” 

“yeah you do.” you laughed, taking his hand in yours, making him smile at you. “but are you sure you want to do this now? it might get messy.”

he leaned in and kissed your cheek before pulling back to look at you earnestly, his eyes a shade darker. “i don’t care.” he kissed you on the lips, “all i care about,” his hand tilted your head and pulled you closer, whispering against your lips. “is making you feel better.” 

kenma

kenma could tell something was off about you

he knew you were on your period but there was something else that he couldn’t figure out

he was waiting for you to tell him but you never did

the thing is, you’d just moved in together a few months ago and while you’ve had a couple periods in the same house 

(which he’s totally normal about) 

you haven’t done anything while you were on your period

normally you’d take care of yourself, but you felt a little self conscious about doing it in your shared house for some reason 

and kenma like never left the house

sure, he had his headphones on a lot but still––

so you were a little tense and though you thought he was distracted, he definitely noticed

kenma stepped into your room and you smiled up at him before going back to your phone, thinking he was switching from the ps4 to the pc set up in your bedroom. but he didn’t, he came and stood next to your side of the bed, making you look up at him in surprise. 

“oh hey ken,” you sat up, your legs pressed tightly together. “what’s up?”

he looked at you for a moment before speaking up. “nothing...what’s wrong with you?”

your brows furrowed, “what do you mean?”

he sighed. “i can tell something’s wrong...” he looked down, a bit shy. “i was waiting for you to come to me about it but you never did. was it something i did?”

your eyes widened, he’d noticed? “no––no you didn’t do anything wrong babe.”

“oh.” he nodded, crouching down beside you, resting his chin on the mattress. “then what is it? i can tell it’s not nothing.” 

you swallowed and set your phone down before looking down at him. “i just...” you sighed, “i’m kind of worked up...and i was too nervous to do something about it.” 

his eyes widened this time. “oh––”

you looked away. “yeah.” 

“well you don’t have to be nervous about that.” he stood up, a small smile on his face. “that’s perfectly fine.” 

you looked up at him, “oh, really?”

he nodded, “of course.”

you smiled, “oh thank you. so how long are you staying out for?”

his brows furrowed, “what? why would i leave the house––”

“wait you wanna stay?––” you paused, “well can you at least put your headphones on and close the bedroom door on your way out?” 

he blinked at you. “how can i help you if i’m not in the room?” 

you blinked back. “you want to help me?” 

he blushed and nodded sheepishly, “yeah...why wouldn’t i?” 

you stuttered a bit, “well i just––you know i’m bleeding, that could get messy...” 

he paused and glanced around the room seemingly in thought, and you figured that he was rethinking the whole situation until he spoke up again. “well i want you to be comfortable and the shower isn’t the best place for that...so how about i just get a towel to put here instead?” 

you stared at him for a few seconds, “each day i fall more and more in love with you.” 

he blushed even deeper and tried to hide his smile as he turned around, “shut up––i’m going to get the towel.” 

[miksterrr]

A lesbian, a bisexual, and a DILF walk into a room.

idk man.

crossed posted on ao3.

it's a drabble- 1090 words. no spoilers btw.

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TW: strong language (it wouldn't be my story if there wasn't at least one F-bomb) the overuse of the word DILF, gay panics, unedited- like really. i finished it five minutes ago and i'm refusing to read it. (If there is anything else let me know.)

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“What a fucking DILF.” Skylor smirked, glancing at Kai, who was drooling at the sight of one of their customers. Dressed in ripped black skinny jeans, a distressed band tank top, with tattoos covering any open space on his dark skin. Black hair tied up in a bun with little wispies of bangs framing his face, showing off multiple ear piercings. But most of all, the man had a small kid, dressed in a green dragon onesie next too him. This man was a mother-fucking DILF at it’s finest. 

“Yeah.” Kai whispered. “DILF.” He licked his lips, bronze eyes following the unfairly attractive man. 

Skylor snorted. “Don’t say I don’t know your type.”

Kai rolled his eyes. “Well, we did date.”

The red-head scoffed. “Yeah, because we dated for five months when we were fourteen. Not because we’ve been best-friends since we were eleven.”

“Yeah. Totally.” Kai smirked, sharing a knowing glance with her. But before Skylor could retort anything back, the DILF and his kid came up to the counter. “Hi! What can I help you with?” Kai asked, voice slightly higher-pitched than normal.

“Customer service voice activated.” Skylor said under her breathe. Kai elbowed her in the gut. 

The DILF just looked at his kid, who was on his tippy toes, hands gripping the counter as bright green eyes stared up at Kai. That’s when Kai realized the stark difference between the two. The kid was as white as ever with a mop of blond hair. The only thing that was similar about them was that the DILF had hetrochromia. One of his eyes matched the green of the kid’s eyes. “What will it be kiddo?” The DILF prompted. 

The boy gave Kai a toothy smile, one of his top front tooth was missing. He handed Kai a plastic card with the Arcade’s logo on it. “How many poin’s do we have?” 

Kai returned the smile and took the offered card, swiping it on the card reader. He tapped the card against the desk until the points total came up. “Alrighty guys, you’re gonna have 1775 points and $22.59 left!” Kai told them, handing the card back to the kid. 

The kid stared bouncing on his heels as he stared up at his dad, card in hand. The man chuckled. “Okay kiddo, what do you say? More games or are you done?” 

“Games!” The kid cheered, rushing off to win more tickets.

The DILF snorted, watching his kid for a second before turning towards Kai. “Thanks.” He gave Kai a small smile. 

Kai’s bisexual heart died right then and there. “No problem!” 

The man of Kai’s dreams gave Kai another smile before chasing after his kid. “L! Be careful!”

The second the man left, Kai put his face in his hands groaning. “Dammnn. You got it bad.” Skylor snorted.

Kai jumped, forgetting that she was there. He glanced back at her and rolled his eyes. “No fucking duh, Sky.” 

Skylor’s hazel eyes alit with mischief. “You should ask him out.” 

Kai raised a brow. “Y’know he probably has a wife.”

“I didn’t see a ring.”

“Then girlfriend.” Kai tried.

“Why are you assuming he’s straight?” Skylor asked, putting her elbow on Kai’s shoulder.

Kai pushed her off. “He has a kid.” 

“And?” Skylor prompted. “That kid is the complete opposite in looks of the man. If anything, he’s probably a babysitter.” 

“Or the kid’s mom is white as fuck.” 

Skylor rolled her eyes. “I mean- yeah. Point.”

Kai smirked. “Also we have no fucking clue how old he is.”

Skylor ‘hmm’d,’ looking back over where the games were. “He looks fairly young. That’s why I said he was a babysitter.”

“Okay yeah, but what about his tattoos?” Kai asked, giving her a pointed stare. “Not a lot of people can get that many tattoos that young- do you know how expensive tattoos are?” 

Skylor huffed, crossing her arms. “Still doesn’t hurt to try.”

Kai laughed out of surprise. “Yes it does!” 

The red-head rolled her eyes. “You’re just scared of ruining your record.” 

Kai sniffed. “Listen- Sky- he is so out of my league- I can’t.” 

Skylor cackled. Kai stared at her in disdain. She gasped for breath. “I never thought I would see the day the Kai Soleil Smith would admit that someone was out of his league!” A few tears slipped out of pure joy. Meanwhile Kai was pouting, tan arms crossed. Skylor flashed Kai a toothy grin. “Wait until I tell Nya.” 

Kai tensed, eyes wide. “You wouldn’t fucking dare.” 

Skylor, small giggles still escaping her every so often, just tapped her finger against her chin, pretending to be in thought. “Maybe.” She gave him a sly grin. “We’ll see if I can get this DILF’s number for you first!” Skylor cheered, racing off to find the black haired man. 

“Skylor Adrie-” Kai began to shout but couldn’t chase after her as a new customer entered the prize room. Kai huffed, moving back to his place behind the counter. He can’t leave the customer in the prize store alone. 

As it turns out, the customer was just browsing, scoping out the prize they want and how many tickets they need for that prize. Kai sighed, watching as the customer leave, not even bothering to glance at Kai. When they left, Skylor returned, with no slip of paper in her hand. That was enough to give Kai the slightest bit of hope, until he saw her smirk. He groaned. 

“He’s single~” Skylor sing-songed, placing her elbows on the counter. “And he’s gay and he’s twenty.” 

“O-oh.” Kai stammered, heat rising on his cheeks.

Skylor grinned. “And he didn’t give me his number because he wanted to give it to you. Personally.” 

“Oh.” Kai squeaked, burrowing his face in his hands. 

Skylor laughed, patting her best friend on his back. “Good luck, loveboy.” She whispered in his ear, before wandering off to bother whoever was at the snackbar, leaving Kai to his gay panic. 

A few minutes later, Kai still had his face buried in his hands, meaning he didn’t see the DILF approaching him. “Hey… you okay?” He asked.

Kai jumped, startled. Looking up and meeting mauve and green eyes. “H-hey!” Kai stammered. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine.” Kai gave the man a small smile. “Uh, I’m Kai.” He put his hand out.

The DILF chuckled. “I know.” He nodded towards Kai’s nametag. 

Kai groaned, rubbing his face. “Of course.” He muttered.

“It’s okay!” The DILF reassured. He put his hand out, meeting Kai’s. “I’m Cole.” 

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hope I made you feel smthin lol :)

[forbidding-souda]

Fluffy Mondo, Leon, and Kaito headcanons? You're the best!

Mondo Oowada, Leon Kuwata, and Kaito Momota fluffy headcanons

ohn my god this is so nice i am ceyinrg thank you

speaking of "he can pick you up" one of my friends is a trained firefighter apparently and I've known him since freshman year of highschool and he never?? told me this idk when this happened but he showed me all the different ways he can pick me up it was fascinating.

currently playing: possum kingdom by toadies

-Mod Souda

Mondo Oowada

❤ Likes it when you lay on his boobs. His chest is cushiony (until he flexes - which he will do randomly just to abruptly awake you) and you can lay on them whenever you want to fall asleep. He'll put his hand in your hair, running it down to your back, where he'll soothe you.

❤ His life is rather? busy sometimes. It's very surprising. He goes to a lot of places - all familiar - but he started giving you small gifts. It started as flowers, crushed in his pockets, to things as simple as rocks from across town.

❤ I've talk about this a lot but I can totally imagine milkshake dates in old diner-style restaurants with him and his friends.

❤ His friends will love you. They honor Mondo, respect him, appreciate him - and they'll give you the same treatment. Ever get picked on? Let these boys that care of them.

❤ He is definitely one of those boys who neglects to wash his hair. So sit him down in front of the sink, or tub, with a towel around his shoulders. Plus, he'll be shirtless. That's always a bonus.

❤ He can pick you up and carry you wherever you want. He'll mostly just swing you over his shoulder (which - if you're in this position - slap him on the ass to make him put you down) and it's not too uncomfortable.

❤ There's a lot of him fighting the urge to buy you fancy clothes, just to satisfy his urge to make the relationship something like the soft person and the bad guy. He kills for this dynamic - and every time he sees clothes that he know's will play amongst those lines, he wants to get them so bad.

❤ Omg he can probably do your eyeliner hella good. Mans has the opposite of shaky hands. They are so still. He could pass as a surgeon. He'll do fancy little lines going up your temples. And it looks so artistic. Ask him to do normal eyeliner? He doesn't know.

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Leon Kuwata

❤ Definitely writes songs about you.

❤ And he also plays instruments to impress you - even though he doesn't know a bunch about them. He does practice (more than he practicing baseball) but he won't let you see that. He wants you to think he's the master.

❤ He might decide to be a gentleman and cook you breakfast every once and awhile. He'll wake you up to a full meal and sit down on the bed to eat with you. It's always a big tray, while he eats something like half a bagel.

❤ It's fascinating to watch him train. He'll do seemingly thousands of push-ups without breaking a sweat. The word attractive lingers in your head. You have to step in, asking if he needs water, or a break.

❤ Something funny is his reaction to other girls. Usually, before the two of you were together, he wouldn't hesitate to flirt with other girls, even if you were around. But now, whenever a girl walks up to him, he'll just, famously, go no and walk away. If she persists then, without your knowing consent to even say this, tell her to go die.

❤ He's great with animals. Puppies are his favorite. It's spectacular, watching his blue eyes light up with love whenever he sees one. You just have to stands back and observe the inner child of his coming out.

❤ Sometimes he prefers to be the little spoon. It's so amusing. He sleeps in his usual tank-top, grabbing your arm and holding it against his chest when he closes his eyes. You can't help but pet him when he does so. His hair is terribly soft.

❤ He talks in his sleep. This is also fascinating because he often talks about you. He'll deny other girl's advances in his dreams and you get to hear all about it.

❤ Let him play his music around the house. He wants you to listen to his music and hear him sing it. Every day is karaoke day - except it's never your turn. After every song he'll ask: "Did I sound good?"

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Kaito Momota

❤ Imagine just - him doing push-ups with you on his back. This boy is strong, and he wants you to know it. I can picture him taking you to the gym just so he can show off.

❤ "Look-" he'll show off his muscles to you, flexing his biceps, for the fifth time today.

❤ This man needs hhelp doing a lot of things. Cooking with him is a disaster, but it's very entertaining. He is a good learner, too, even if he forgets everything by the week.

❤ He'll try to lay on you when the two of you are sleeping side by side. His heavy body plants right on top of yours. Sometimes he lands right onto your nipple, and it hurts like a bitch. He's gotten used to the sound of you going "kaito?!??!"

❤ One time, he brought home a kitten, hiding it in his jacket. You have no idea where he even got it from, and he did not want to share the story.

❤ Speaking of his jacket, he definitely slings it around your shoulders every once in awhile - mainly in public, or other places where people are watching. It's just version of some this is mine.

❤ Shopping with him is a perfect disaster. He either wants everything or nothing at all. Once, he picked up a kid's lunch bag.

❤ "What would you need that for?"

❤ "Exactly - I don't know. What if I need it later?"

[gojifan97]

Freudian Slip

Mikumo punched the bag in UA’s gym. It was routine. Spend one hour building gadgets with Mei, then train here. It was nice. The gym was always empty at this time, barring one other person.

Mina Ashido, his classmate. She’d come here to breakdance after school. She’d usually finish a few minutes after Mikumo came, they’d chat a bit, then she’d go home while he trained for another hour.

Mikumo attacked the bag. He switched between jabs and hooks, shots to the face and shots to the torso. Punches and palm strikes. He fell into a flow, letting his mind relax.

Footsteps approached.

“Hey, Yamikumo,” said Ashido, having finished her breakdancing practice (which Mikumo had absolutely not watched out of the corner of his eye).

“Hey,” he said, not letting up on the bag.

“I’m curious, what do you do after leaving here?”

“What do you mean?” said Mikumo.

“I mean what do you do after you leave every day? I know you hang out with Hatsume before coming here, but I have no idea what you do after. Do you hang out with friends? Do a hobby? Homework?”

“Hobbies or homework,” said Mikumo. “Though the second’s a little harder since someone cleaned the trash beach.”

Ashido’s eyes bugged out. “You liked the trash beach?”

“Of course, where do you think I got half the gear for my old gadgets?” said Mikumo. “It’s fine as a normal beach I suppose, but I miss the trash. Good to find stuff in, kept others from bothering me”

“Wow, you must be the only person who prefers a garbage dump to a gorgeous beach. Hmmmmm…Maybe you’re not emo, maybe you’re a raccoon!”

Mikumo stopped punching and stared at her. “How does that begin to make sense?”

“Well, you’re short-“

“Hey!”

“Grumpy, and like to steal trash. Ergo a raccoon!”

“That’s dumb…” muttered Mikumo, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Awww, don’t be too upset Mikumo,” Ashido said. “It was only a joke.” She raised her arms over her head and stretched, which, given that she’d diteched the UA gym uniform’s shirt in favor of a tank top, did a good job of showing off her curves.

Mikumo blushed and looked down. In the corner of his vision, he saw a twinkle in Ashido’s eye. She’d totally done that on purpose.

“Awww, what’s wrong Yamikumo? Nervous around a cute girl?”

“Oh please,” said Mikumo. “I think I’d be over that after a few weeks of putting up with you.” He turned back to the bag and offhandedly muttered, “Anyway you’re more hot than cute.”

He punched the bag then froze. Wait. Had he just…

He turned to see Ashido giving him an ecstatic grin. He had said that out loud. And she’d heard him.

Mikumo’s face burned with a flame hotter than any fire on the planet, the fire of pure unmitigated embarrassment. Kill me now. Please.

“Why Yamikumo,” Ashido said with a mischievous smile, “I never knew you could be so forward.” She held her hands behind her back and looked at him with a painfully fake innocent expression. It was like she was expecting something, but what he couldn’t fathom.

“Well?” she said.

“Well what?”

“Aren’t you going to ask me out?”


Mikumo hadn’t realized his face could heat up more. “Wait what?!”

“Well, I figure if you’re gonna call a girl hot to her face, it must be because you want to date her,” said Ashido, her grin downright flirty. “Are you saying you don’t want to?”

“But I- I- What-“

Ashido put a finger to her mouth. “Well, I guess if not, I can get someone else to take me out instead. I’m sure there are plenty of boys willing to go out with a hot girl like me…”

“Alright fine!” said Mikumo. Embarrassment saturated him, making every movement a chore. However, Mikumo pushed through. Closing his eyes, he said, “Mina Ashido, do you want to go on a date with me?”

“Hmmmm…no.”

Mikumo gaped. “Wha-“

“Kidding! Kidding!” she said laughing. Her laughter subsided and her smile became gentler. “I’d love to.”

Mikumo let out a big breath.

“What?” she said. “You think I’d say no after all that build up? You must not know much about flirting.”

“Please,” said Mikumo walking onto the exercise mat. “I barely know how to do basic social interaction, let alone flirting.”

Ashido skipped over. “That so? Well, I guess you’ll have to work extra hard to sweep me off my feet on the date.”

Ashido moved her head until she was right next to his cheek. All higher brain functions in Mikumo’s brain shut down, his mind grasping at the last words it understood.

Sweep me off my feet.

On reflex Mikumo performed a leg sweep. At the last second, he realized what he’d done and caught Ashido’s wrist, stopping her before she could hit the ground. Mina stared at him with a dazed expression, which became a mischievous smile.

“Not bad, points for effort,” she said. She hopped up, leaned in, then whispered into his ear. “Do it the other way during our date, and I might have something for you~”

“What do you mean by that?”

She put a finger to his lips, shushing him.

“It’s a surprise!” And with that, Mina strolled away, swaying her hips as she went (probably on purpose knowing her)

Mikumo watched her leave. Then he fell back on the mat with a dumb smile.

He’d just asked out a girl! And she said yes!

Author’s note:

He only asked when she forced him.

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Today’s prompt is Civilian life for Protos Week. This isn’t a perfect fit, but it does involve Mikumo’s life outside of school so I guess it counts.  

@protobnhaweek.

[redhoodieone]

You’re so Lucky!

A/N: Hey y’all! Here’s another sexy story that was a request from the amazing @jasontoddslut! Enjoy my peeps!

Warnings: Language, Bad Relationship with Ex-Boyfriend, Smut, Voyeurism, and Jason’s Goddamn Dirty Mouth!!!!!

It was bound to happen. She couldn’t deny this was going to happen sooner rather than later. If she believed they that they could get through their issues and be happy like they once were, then she’s a real fucking idiot.

Gabi still couldn’t believe it though. One minute she was trying to calm Bobby down and the next, he’s screaming at her and telling her to get the fuck out of his apartment. He was in a bad mood to begin with. He’s a mechanic and he’s always tired when he gets home. He was expecting dinner to be ready and maybe have his loving girlfriend of three years rub his back since his shoulder pain is getting worse.

But no. Gabi made the mistake of asking Bobby where he was tonight as soon as he got home.

What set him off was her telling him to calm down. She should have known though.

You should NEVER. EVER. Tell an easily angry guy to calm down.

Because that’s like telling fire to not burn people. Or telling a baby to not cry.

She should have known better though. It’s no surprise Bobby’s into some serious shady shit that the low life Gothamites meet up sometimes at night in casinos or nightclubs. She knows they do illegal shit like selling drugs, ordering weapons from other countries, and maybe even kidnapping young women and children.

And Bobby had participated in the ordering weapons category.

How Gabi found out is another story: she knows for damn sure that Bobby once brought home fifteen state of the art total militia AK-47 guns. Bobby had foolishly asked Gabi to go get some important documents from his huge safe; totally forgetting the weapons were in there about five months prior.

Why would a normal mechanic need such weapons?

Gabi had decided to never bring it up. Bobby would either deny or lie about it. His temper had been getting worse right about then and she knew better.

But he wasn’t always like this. Oh, no. Bobby was a funny, laid back, and loving type who worshipped the ground Gabi walked on before they even started dating. But after two years of living with each other, things changed.

Simple as that. Things changed.

Gabi always wondered how things could just...change. So easily. The fact that it could happen in the blink of an eye frightens her sometimes.

Just like Bobby’s hidden anger. She never knew a hilarious and sweet guy could have the rage of a bull.

Bobby never hit her though. He always made sure to slam his fist against the wall beside her head, though. He was the type to yell and belittle Gabi as if she was a little girl.

But she wasn’t a little girl. She was a 23-year-old woman who moved in with her boyfriend so fast that she began to understand why her parents and friends disapproved of her choices and relationship.

I just had to learn the hard way, Gabi thought to herself.

She doesn’t know why she’s trying to think of sayings that relate to this experience. The point is, Gabi knows she seriously fucked. With Bobby only giving her ten minutes to pack whatever truly mattered to her, she had to hurry the fuck up.

The moment she made it outside the apartment building, all Gabi could do is replay her questions that she asked Bobby.

Where were you tonight?

Were you with someone?

What did you do?

Why can’t you tell me what you did?

Are you hiding something from me?

Are you getting into dangerous things?

No wonder Bobby kicked her out. Gabi should have never put her nose in his business. And now, she’s practically homeless. She knows it would be embarrassing as hell to go back to her parents’ house because of what they told her before getting involved with Bobby. She also knows her friends would treat her horribly, with the “I told you so” stares and lectures. Gabi was certainly running out of options just as the rain began to fall.

There was one person she could go to, who would never turn her away.

However, Gabi hasn’t spoken to this person in about a year because of her relationship with Bobby as well as this person’s own relationship with their significant other.

But Gabi knew Y/N was a good person, a good friend. She was a sweet person, with a big warm heart and she would never turn her away.

With nowhere else to go, Gabi walked alone in the rain all the way down to high class side of Gotham.

By the time Gabi gets to the high-class penthouses, she has to call Y/N to let her inside. Of course, Y/N excitedly tells her to come up, and Gabi immediately starts to feel somehow relieved that Y/N hasn’t changed at all.

As Gabi finally makes it to the correct floor, she sees Y/N waiting by the door, where Gabi assumes is where Y/N lives. Y/N is wearing a red and black flannel pajama pants and a thin black tank top. Gabi also notices Y/N’s barefoot, and her hair’s in a messy bun.

She must have just woken up. I’m so sorry, Y/N, Gabi thinks to herself.

But none of that matters when Y/N meets Gabi halfway in the hall where they collide in a tight, warm-hearted embrace.  Y/N smells like a woodsy, musky cologne, most likely from whoever she’s seeing with now. Maybe they were snuggling up against with each other until Gabi had called and asked if she could come over.

“Come inside. You must be freezing!” Y/N says, releasing Gabi from her hug and pulling her arm towards the front door.

Gabi follows on shaky legs, completely overwhelmed by seeing her longtime best friend. Y/N giggles and leads Gabi inside the penthouse. Gabi instantly is hit by the aroma of vanilla and musk, the smell of intimacy and seduction.  Her eyes take in the red and black walls and décor, some exquisite art pieces, and the big space that is more comfortable and warmer than most homes she’s ever seen.

“Welcome, mi casa es tu casa! Seriously Gabi, babe, make yourself at home. There’s absolutely no rush to leave. You leave when you’re ready, okay?” Y/N says seriously.

“Are you absolutely sure? I really don’t want to impose or put you and your boyfriend out,” Gabi confesses.

Y/N leads Gabi to the long, cherry red couch that is facing a huge flat screen TV. Gabi sets down her duffle bag and takes a seat next to Y/N on the couch.

“Don’t be ridiculous! Jay and I insist you stay here until you figure out what you want to do, okay?” Y/N says, before she turns around to get comfortable to face Gabi.

A vanilla candle is lit on the coffee table. Gabi’s cheeks flush in embarrassment. “I didn’t...interrupt something, did I?”

“Oh, no, you didn’t! I was just setting the mood in the living room to be more...comfy,” Y/N admits, with a chuckle. “Jason just got home a few minutes ago and is taking a shower. He should be done by now.”

As if on cue, they hear someone walking down the hall and towards the living room. He stops near the couch. There in all his glory, well half-naked glory, stands Jason Todd, God’s greatest creation of man...at least that’s what both girls were thinking.

“Gabi, this is Jason, my boyfriend,” Y/N proudly introduces Jason to Gabi. “Jay, this is Gabi, my best friend in the whole wide world.”

Still dripping wet and fresh out of the shower, Jason at least has a white towel wrapped around his waist; hiding his goods that Gabi wanted to see so desperately. He’s really tall, must be 6’2 or something close to that. She takes note that Jason is all man: there’s absolutely nothing that screams “boy”. Gabi inhales hard when she watches his large hand run through his soaked dark hair. The other hand holds the towel tightly around his hips.

“Hi,” Jason smirks at Gabi. She notices his eyes are green, almost like emeralds. He smiles at her, even his white teeth are perfect. “So, you’re Gabi. Y/N’s told me a lot about you.”

“She-she has?” Gabi chokes out. Why is it so hot in here? Why can’t she speak?

Her eyes zero in on the droplets of water running down his strong as fuck built chiseled chest and perfectly sculpted abs that she really wants to lick and bite his skin.

Holy fuck...

Gabi scolds herself for thinking such inappropriate thoughts about her best friend’s boyfriend. Even though Gabi’s never fantasized Bobby this kind of way, she realizes Y/N’s lucked out. Bobby wasn’t in shape or even remotely attractive like Jason.

“Of course, she has. You’re one of her best friends, and I’m happy to finally meet you. I would go over there to shake your hand and properly greet you, but I’m uh...not exactly dressed yet,” Jason chuckles, and almost seems shy now. “I’m gonna go get dressed real quick so we can talk.”

You don’t have to. You can stay the way you are. You can even drop the towel, Gabi thinks improperly.

Y/N smiles softly at Jason as they watch him leave. True to his word, Jason returned in a pair of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt and took a seat next to Y/N. Throughout their comfortable and pleasant conversation, Gabi truly sees the way Jason cares about her best friend. Midway through their talk about what happened to Bobby, Jason clearly was paying attention and rubbed caressed Y/N’s thigh when Gabi recounted the latest scary fight with Bobby. Whenever Y/N looked shocked or worried, Jason made sure to calm her down through touches, forehead kisses, and whispers words along the lines of love, probably.

It almost makes Gabi jealous. Y/N’s life is clearly so much better than what Gabi had going on for herself. Jason seems like the perfect gentleman; always does and says the right thing. Gabi’s never seen a man pay so much attention to a woman before. Not only did he offer Gabi his advice and opinions on getting a better and more affordable apartment on their street, but Jason even voiced his hatred for Bobby, and even went on to criticize the man for treating women so poorly. He even made a joke about finding the man and breaking his legs; making Gabi and Y/N laugh their asses off and making the energy around them fun again.

But for some reason, Gabi couldn’t help but notice that Jason wasn’t laughing as hard as she and Y/N were. It almost seemed like Jason was serious about breaking Bobby’s legs, but Jason wouldn’t do that. She was sure of it.

He wouldn’t, would he?

By the time midnight came, the three of them stood up and decided to go to bed. Jason even surprised Gabi by giving her a hug and telling her that she can stay in their guest bedroom for however long as she wants and needs.

“I’m serious, kid. Don’t even worry about it. You mean so much to Y/N, and so therefore, you mean a lot to me, too,” Jason had said as he pulled back from their hug.

Gabi was speechless to say the least. She didn’t want the hug to end. He felt so good in her arms and he smelled so fucking good.

But it was bedtime now, and once Y/N and Jason had shown Gabi the guest bedroom, they went off to bed to let Gabi get comfortable. It wasn’t long for Gabi to quickly clean herself up and put on some plain pajama shorts with a tank top. As soon as she turned off the light, she was amazed by how big and comfortable the bed was. She figured it must be new and is probably the first person to sleep in here. In just a few minutes, exhaustion took over and Gabi fell into a deep sleep.

Her throat was dry. That’s what awoke Gabi at two in the morning and made her climb out of bed and go search for a bottle of water. She made sure to tiptoe out of the room and walk slowly and quietly to the kitchen.

As soon as Gabi made it to the end of the hallway, she stops dead in her tracks when she hears moaning. A woman moaning.

Her mind registers that it’s Y/N moaning. But why is she moaning in the living room?

Curiosity forces Gabi to peek out into the living room and see what’s going on, despite the logical part in her mind is screaming at her to have some respect for her best friend and her boyfriend.

But being a pervert outweighs being a prude.

Gabi is utterly shocked to her core when she sees her best friend straddling Jason’s lap. On the red couch where they sat a couple of hours ago, Gabi sees Y/N and Jason making out heavily. She couldn’t unsee it; she wants to keep watching them.

Gabi even sees the vanilla candle is lit again, after Jason had blown it out before they all went to bed.

But all Gabi could see is Jason’s fingertips digging hard into Y/N’s exposed flesh from where her tank top is pushed up above her bare tits. Y/N shamelessly moans in between the evident delicious kisses, and grinds against Jason’s apparent bulge.

Gabi quickly notices an isolated leather recliner that’s against the wall near the hallway. She throws herself down, sinks into the chair and watches the practically live porno show in front of her.

Jason pulls back from the deep kiss, revealing his red, swollen lips from where Y/N’s been biting and sucking since the beginning. He rests his head back against the couch and looks up with hazy, lustful eyes as Y/N grins down at him. She bites her bottom lip and pulls up her tank top, removing her top completely from her body.  

“Fuck...what the hell are you doing to me, sweetheart?” Jason asks breathlessly. He runs his hands up Y/N’s back and moves them to her front where he reaches for both her tits.

“I’m slowly...and softly killing you,” Y/N says, closing her eyes and moans when Jason gently grabs both her tits in his hands; her breasts fill his hands perfectly.

“I’d say...” he says, before sighing contently when switches from pinching her nipples to squeezing her tits before he sits up straighter and pulls Y/N’s body closer to lick and suck her sensitive nipples.

“Oh, fuck...oh Jay...feels so good,” Y/N moans louder than before. She whimpers and continues to rub herself against him. “I need to cum...please make me cum, Jay...”

Jason pulls back from her chest and gazes into Y/N’s eyes. “You wanna cum, doll? Do you want me to make you cum?”

“Yes, please...I need you so bad!”

“No, I don’t think you need to cum,” Jason teases, before he pulls off his own t-shirt. “Now, I’m going to take off the rest of your clothes, but if you touch your pussy, I ain’t going to fuck you.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” Y/N snaps. Her cheeks are flushed from being aroused.

Jason smirks at Y/N’s frustration.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, sweetheart. I’m going to check how wet you are,” Jason explains, as he raises Y/N off his lap to pull down her pajama pants and panties; leaving her completely bare on his lap. “If you’re soaking wet, then I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll be feeling me for days. But if I have to make you wet, then that means I get to do whatever I want to this pussy.”

“But-”

Jason runs his hand up Y/N’s thigh until his fingers glide over her bare pussy. His fingers gently push inside her, he can feel the wetness, but wants to see it for himself.

“Stand up and put your pussy in my face,” he demands.

“What?”

“I want to taste your delicious pussy right now. Don’t make me get up and literally put you on my shoulders to eat you out,” Jason threatens.

Y/N slowly moves to stand up carefully on the couch. Her legs are shaking, but Jason quickly grabs her to hold her steady. He doesn’t waste any time, and he dives into her pussy as if he’s a starving man.

“Oh fuck!” Y/N cries out.

Jason’s tongue on her clit is what she wants the most right now. He squeezes her thigh and flicks his tongue side to side until Y/N fears she’s either going to fall back or fall over him.

Y/N notices one of Jason’s pull up bars is above her. How convenient.

She grabs a hold of the bar to hold herself up just as he decides to slip a finger inside her. Holding herself up allows him to remove a hand from her thigh. He takes the opportunity to slip another finger inside and pumps them in and out fast.

Y/N’s body trembles when Jason curls his fingers and strokes the sensitive wall that he’s mastered so well. He can tell she’s close. She must have been excited earlier when they planned to stay in last minute. He manages to look up at her and he can see she’s barely holding on.

“You’re so close aren’t you, babe? You taste so fucking good that I want you to cum on my face. I want you to be my dirty girl tonight,” Jason says as he finger-fucks her harder and faster than before. “Are you going to be my dirty girl tonight?

“Yes! Fuck yes! Just-just make me cum, please!” Y/N cries out desperately, needing the push that Jason could only give her.

“You are my dirty girl. You love it when I make you cum with just my fingers and mouth. But I bet you want my cock right after, huh?” Jason asks, chuckling darkly when Y/N’s eyes roll back when he speeds up his fingers inside her. “You wanna ride me, don’t you?”

“Yes-yes I do...” she’s panting now.

“Okay, I want you to cum in my face and then quickly get on my lap and ride me. Fast, slow, hard, whatever, you pick. I just want to feel your warm, tight pussy around my dick, okay?” Jason says, quickly shoving his sweatpants and boxers down to his feet. “Fuck...give me your pretty, tasty pussy, sweetheart!”

And then Jason finally gives in. He pulls both her thighs to bring her pussy to his face. Y/N whimpers when he licks all around her wetness, and he hums in approval when he feels her hand stroking his scalp and pulling his hair, while she continues holding herself up with only one hand now.

The vibration from his humming helps her reach her release. He continues to thrust his fingers inside her and sucks her clit until she gushes in his face.

Y/N manages to silent most of her orgasm, but it didn’t help when Jason continued to lick and suck at her clit to swallow most of her juices. Once her body relaxes, she lets go of the pull up bar and drops down to the couch. Y/N quickly straddles Jason’s lap until her pussy is hovering above his hard cock.

“Spit on my cock, doll. Get it nice and wet,” Jason says, as he watches Y/N spit in her hand and stroke his thick cock until he’s nice and ready for her. “How are you going to ride me, sweetheart?”

Y/N slowly looks up into Jason’s dilated, misty eyes. “Deep. Hard. And fast,” she says.

Jason swallows hard but is able to quickly smirk up at Y/N before she takes full control. “Then ride me, sweetheart. Fuck yourself on my cock like the dirty girl you really are.”

Y/N finally lowers herself onto Jason’s cock, all logic and common sense flies out the window. Whenever his cock was deep inside her, they both tend to lose themselves and the world around them. Because whenever they were connected emotionally and physically in their bubble, nothing else fucking matters in the world.

When Jason fills her up completely, they both release a content sigh. They usually take their time in the beginning, mostly because of their fears whenever Jason leaves to work as Red Hood. But since they’re both so horny and want to cum sooner, they’ll have to just take their time during round two.

“Fuck me, sweetheart. Fuck yourself silly on my dick,” Jason moans, but he and Y/N laugh at the “silly” part, when he realizes that’s not very sexy.

But Y/N understands and slowly lifts herself up his lap until just the tip of Jason’s cock is inside her. She keeps a steady pace, lifting herself and lowering herself, until their rhythm flows. Within seconds, Jason helps her by holding her hips tightly and thrusting his hips in time with hers.

“Your cock is so big inside me, Jay. You fill me up so good,” Y/N moans and rides him a little faster; wanting the head of his cock to rub hard and relentlessly against her g-spot. She guides one of his hands off her waist to move towards her pussy, encouraging him to rub her clit. “I wanna cum again, Jay.”

“Yeah? You like ridin’ my big cock, you dirty girl? You want me to fill your pussy with my cum?” Jason asks, watching Y/N’s tits bounce while she rides his cock faster than before. He can’t help himself, he uses a free hand to pinch her nipple and leans in to bite and suck her breasts, until he puts his hand back to her hip to guide her thrusts. “You want me to fill you up with my cum?”

“Yes! Yes, please!” Y/N begs.

“Okay, my dirty girl. I’ll give you what you want.”

Well, Jason knows now that this is going to end fast, but he refuses to let it end without Y/N cumming hard again. He squeezes her hip with one hand and the other hand rubs her clit fast in messy circles. He begins to pull her down to meet his thrusts, fucking her harder and faster with everything he’s got. The squelching sound from his cock fucking up into her wet pussy becomes more noticeable, especially when their skin-on-skin slapping gets louder and harsher that echoes in the living room.

“Fuck...Y/N, you’re getting so tight. You feel so fucking good baby,” Jason pants hard, completely sweating and keeping his fast and erratic pace to get them to their releases. “Fuckin’ cum on my big cock, sweetheart. I wanna feel you cum so bad. Please cum for me, again.”

Y/N keeps her eyes on Jason just as her orgasm hits her hard; she squeezes and gushes around his cock, she calls out his name. Jason thrusts harder in her three more times, as he finally cums hard inside Y/N, calls out her name as quietly as he could. Y/N collapses against Jason’s chest, despite being hot and sweaty, but he doesn’t mind. He wraps both arms around her and holds her while they regain their breaths and can function normal again.

Y/N doesn’t see the loving smile Jason gives her as he kisses her forehead. “I love you,” he whispers, and hugs her tighter.

She looks up at him and smiles. “I love you, too.”

Before Y/N can lie her head against Jason’s chest again, she notices Gabi sitting and watching them. Y/N jumps up and covers her breasts with her arms, causing Jason to jump in panic and turn around to see what’s going on.

“Gabi! What-what the hell are you doing there?!” Y/N cries out in embarrassment. She can feel her cheeks are getting red again.

Gabi slowly gets up from the chair and makes her wave into the kitchen. She finds bottled water in the refrigerator, takes one, and goes back into the living room where Jason and Y/N are still frozen in fear.

“I-I was thirsty,” Gabi answers, even though she knows it sounds like a lame answer. She walks backwards until she reaches the hall. “And-and then I saw you guys, and then I couldn’t stop watching. I’m sorry, Y/N...Jason...”

But before Gabi leaves, she points a finger at Jason and smiles. She even chuckles. “But-but in my defense...he’s really sexy! He’s fucking gorgeous, Y/N, and you’re one lucky bitch! You’re so lucky!”

But Gabi is right about that.

Y/N is lucky...because she has Jason.

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Fanfiction _ SeaQuest

Fictober 2022/ Prompt #15: “What are you doing?”

Summary: Tim finds solace by the moon pool.

Author’s Note: This idea has been bouncing around my head for sooooo long. Excited to finally get it written down.

…...

Tim O’Neill hadn’t planned on spending his evening by the moon pool in the science lab, but that was exactly where he found himself. He needed a quiet, peaceful place to think, and apparently so did Ensign Annabelle Harris. Her dark hair was in a loose ponytail, and she was wearing her pajamas – a pair of cotton gray shorts, a high necked tank top to match, and a comfortable looking short blue robe loosely tied at the waist. He stifled a chuckle when he saw her socked feet; she hadn’t even bothered with shoes.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked, trying not to startle her. He joined her by the side of the moon pool, watching Darwin make lazy circles in the water.

She cast her eyes his way. “What are you doing? I thought you had a hot date.” Tim had been on cloud nine all day, especially chipper during duty, and less sassy than normal. Not that she minded the sass.

Tim sighed, shoulders slumping forward. “Can I ask you a question?” She nodded. “I mean, you’re a woman.”

Annabelle arched a brow. “Last I checked.” He glanced over to catch her smirk, and he grinned.

“Sorry. I just… is there something wrong with me? Am I unattractive or boring or… I don’t know, something?”

Annabelle gave him a sympathetic smile. “What happened, Tim?”

“I just… every date – every date – I’ve gone on lately has been a total disaster.” He stared down at the water, twisting his mouth up in frustration. “I’m out with Tony, right?” Annabelle groaned. She loved Piccolo, but she knew where this story was headed. “And we run into these girls he knows.” Tim had turned, leaning against the moon pool wall, speaking animatedly with the help of his hands. “… and they’re great. Really pretty, seem really nice, and we had a nice evening.”

“Anyone else with y’all?” Annabelle asked, noting the spark of irritation in Tim’s furrowed brow at the interruption.

“Well, yeah. Tony, me, Dagwood, and Miguel.”

“And how many ladies?”

“Three. Darlene, Bunny, and Candi.” Tim looked confused at her line of questioning.

Annabelle groaned again, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Please tell me you were interested in Darlene.”

Tim spread his arms out as if that was obvious. “Of course. So anyway, we all have a nice night. They were all real sweet, easy to talk to, and kind to Dagwood.” Annabelle cocked her head to the side. Tim spent a nice chunk of his time with Dagwood, and she knew he was very protective of the Daggar. Unfortunately, not everyone felt the same about the gentle giant; Annabelle was glad Tim made that a priority in the woman he wanted to date. “Anyway, the night ends, and I meant to get Darlene’s number, but Tony’d already put them in a cab and sent them home, so I asked him for it later.”

More like begged if Annabelle knew Tony as well as she did. He loved having the upper hand in any situation, and while he never used it for ill intent she knew he’d probably had a bit of fun at his friend’s expense.

“And when you called her?”

“She was excited to go out. Very enthusiastic.” He drew his lips into a tight line, turning back to the water. “She thought I was Miguel.”

Oh. Annabelle’s eyes widened. Miguel may have been Tim’s best friend, but she knew that had to hurt. “Oh, Tim.”

“I showed up with flowers like an idiot, and she kept looking behind me for him.” He leaned on the rim of the moon pool, removing his glasses, and rubbing his eyes. “She tried to laugh it off, but I know she was just being polite. Dinner was awkward – we barely spoke, and I… I just felt like the biggest fool the whole time.” His shoulders slumped forward and she heard the defeat in his sigh. “I can’t believe I told you all that.”

Annabelle clucked her tongue, looking out at the water. “When I was growing up I got used to hearing my sister referred to as ‘the hot one’ or ‘the pretty one’ or ‘the skinny one.’ I get it. It sucks.”

Tim looked over at her, surprised. “What? Claire’s not the hot - ,” he cut himself off as she arched a brow in his direction. “I mean, you’re both very attractive.”

Annabelle laughed. “It’s okay, Tim. I love my sister, and she is beautiful. But at the time it killed me to hear it.” She turned back to look at him. “And to answer your earlier question, no, there’s nothing wrong with you. You and Miguel are both attractive, fun, intelligent guys. It’s her loss if she didn’t want to get to know you better.”

“Doesn’t seem like anyone wants to,” he grumbled under his breath.

“Look,” Annabelle said, turning to face him. “Do you really want just anyone?”

Tim looked offended at the idea. “Of course not.”

“Welcome to the world of dating. It sucks, but I promise eventually you’ll find someone you click with, and it’ll be great.”

“Like you?” He asked the question so innocently Annabelle wasn’t sure if he meant it the way it came out.

“Wh… what?” She stammered, hoping she wasn’t blushing.

“Like you,” he repeated again, gesturing with a hand. “You’ve had that before?”

Oh. Oh. That’s what he meant. Why was she disappointed? She laughed nervously, and he looked puzzled. “Yeah. Yeah, a time or two.” She stopped, casting her eyes down. “It’s hard to wait, Tim, but it’s worth it.” She met his eyes, and hoped the smile she gave him wasn’t as sad as she suddenly felt. She’d been fortunate to have the relationships she’d had in the past; to be loved well by good men, but each time it ended – for whatever reason – it still hurt.

Tim seemed to pick up on her sudden shift in mood. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Annabelle shook her head, forcing a smile when she looked up at him. “No, no, it’s… it’s fine. I’m fine. I’m sorry your evening was a bust. It really is her loss.”

Tim smiled. “That’s what friends say to make each other feel better.”

Friends. Right. Annabelle shrugged. “It’s also the truth. You’re a good guy, Tim. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

He tilted his head to the side, and a quizzical look crossed his face so quickly Annabelle wondered if she’d imagined it. “Yeah. Yeah, maybe you’re right. G’night, Annabelle.”

“Night, Tim.” The communications officer lingered just a second more before heading out the way he came. Annabelle turned her eyes back to Darwin and the water missing Tim’s backwards glance.

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Pre-series Marc/Layla // in which Layla does not know how to let anyone worry about her at all ever. PG-ish and also on ao3.

Prompt: "How long did you think you could hide that?" (as usual thank you @apple-grass-and-smiles for giving me such a good squirrel pile)

She takes a knife to the shoulder and somehow it counts as a good day.

Layla has the pain tolerance one would expect from someone who winds up in dangerous situations as often as she does, a comfort level with the sight of her own blood that can only be explained by experience and a tendency towards self-neglect that the handful of people who love her have given up on trying to avert. The knife incident is not what she expects – low-tech fights in backyard botanical gardens are not a normal feature of her life choices – but she doesn’t even notice until she’s out of there, until there’s enough blood to ruin one of her favorite shirts.

She’s more distressed about that than the flesh wound, really. It’s that kind of week.

It’s not bad by what may or may not pass for her standards, not deep enough for permanent damage, just deep enough that it’ll probably scar if not handled carefully. And, well, she would not describe bandaging herself in a coffee-shop bathroom as careful. Just enough to make the bleeding stop, and adding a jacket over the look will keep anyone from seeing her damage, and it’s all perfectly under control.

By the time she gets home, three days later and proud of herself for completing the job as cleanly as she did, she’s forgotten it even happened. The damaged bloodstained shirt was thrown into an airport trashcan, the wound doesn’t hurt, she hasn’t changed bandages since she changed continents, and-

Her ability to forget lasts long enough to put her bag down and long enough to be reminded that between clashing schedules she hasn’t seen her husband in close to two months and they have definitely missed each other. It’s still so strange to have something to come home to, as many years in as they are, and to be twirled around and kissed like she’s the only real thing in the world, and they may never get more than this but it is still enough they are enough they are-

He gets her out of her jacket and his hand pauses on a patch of skin her tank top doesn’t cover and oh shit there go her plans.

“How long did you think you could hide that?”

Layla is an unfortunate combination of travel-tired and turned on, and she decides the correct response to visible disapproval is to tear off the bandage and show the damage. “It’s nothing. Starting to scar already.”

“The hell-“

“We can talk about me kinda getting stabbed after-“

“We are not-“

“Stop. I’m not breakable.”

She knows she is, by comparison. She’s not totally sure what the limits of Marc’s… arrangement are, but she knows there are no marks on his skin, voluntary or otherwise. She’s watched a dozen times he should’ve died and he always walks away fine because that demonic vulture isn’t done with him. But her more certain mortality doesn’t make her weak, she wants to say. She walked away. There were no bodies left in that garden. One more scar should not be the end of the world.

But it’s enough to distress him, enough to change the way he looks at her as he traces the new mark on her skin. It’ll fade, in time. She’ll forget it ever happened. He never will.

“It’s nothing,” she says again when the quiet is too much. “I was trying to get out of there. Otherwise everything went fine. And I could’ve taken the bandage off and you wouldn’t have ever-”

“I would’ve noticed.”

The hell he would, she’s tempted to say. Not so immediately, at the very least. Maybe after they’d managed to wreck each other, maybe looking at her body in that haze, but not before showing how much they’d missed each other. She’s realistic, not delusional.

“Stop worrying about me and go back to making out with me,” she breathes, in no mood for any further escalation.

To her pleasant surprise, he does.

They’ll deal with it later. There’s always later. It doesn’t matter more than

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Cheerleader Eddie AU, Rocky Mountain High

"Am I high?"

"I dunno, are you high?"

"I don't feel high."

Chrissy and Eddie laid out on the carpeted floor of what Eddie was pretty sure was Jason's bedroom. Way too many sports posters and trophies on the wall for a normal dude. Their sloppily rolled blunts were forgotten on the dresser as the metalhead got on his knees and crawled over to the record player in the corner of the room. Digging through the vinyl crate, Eddie tried to find something to put on.

"Bangles...A-Ha...Abba? Jeez-us, I always knew Jason had shit taste in music."

"What's wrong with Abba?" Chrissy asked, running her hands through the carpet and giggling. "Man I never realized how soft this carpet is." Standing up she wobbled a bit as she held both her arms out.

"What are you doing?" Eddie laughed as she grinned at him.

"A cartwheel!"

"Why?"

"Because I'm not high!" She giggled, moving into position with her right arm on the ground and going to turn her body but instead she fell flat on her side. "Ow....okay maybe I am high." Eddie gave up on his pursuit of decent music and crawled over to his fallen captain.

"You okay?"

"Yeah I'm, I'm fine!" She waved him off. "Deal with worse shit every day. Once got dropped from the top of a six person pyramid!"

"Ow....that's hurt to even think about."

"I think it just hurts for you to think."

"What?"

"What?" Eddie and Chrissy stared at each other before breaking out into laughter.

"Man, I wish I grabbed snacks...this party is total bullshit."

"All parties are total bullshit." Chrissy moved to lay down on the floor until she was side by side with the metalhead. "Jason knows I hate parties."

"Really? But you're like, at em all the time."

"Because I have to be. All cheerleaders go to this kind of thing. But it sucks balls." Chrissy said, her voice dropping on the word balls. "It's all balls. My mom, parties, Jason....balls..."

"He does like balls. Basketballs." Eddie snickered. To someone as blazed as he was, this was a very clever pun. Chrissy agreed with a loud snort. "Why's your mom balls?"

"She likes riding Jason's." The strawberry blonde raised her hand in a manner that was probably an attempt at the jerking off motion. "She likes him so much, you'd think she's dating him."

"Ew."

"Yeah. Totally ew." Chrissy shook her head. "Total bitch." She paused. "Is it bad I don't like my mom?"

"Nah, I don't like my mom. Or my dad. My dad kind of sucks."

"I bet your dad didn't teach you how to stick your fingers in the back of your throat after dinner so you can go down a size." Chrissy rolled over to face Eddie. Eddie shrugged.

"Nah he just taught me how to cook meth and keep an eye out for the cops during a deal."

"Damn. That does suck." Chrissy watched Eddie nod. "Both our families suck."

"Yeah. But hey at least we have each other, right?" Eddie asked, stretching his hand out. Chrissy paused for a moment before taking Eddie's hand.

"Yeah. You know, I don't care what everyone else says. You're a good guy." She smiled and Eddie felt his heartbeat pick up a few notches when she quickly sat up.

"Chrissy? What-?" Eddie didn't get to finish as she began to throw up. Most of the vomit staining the white carpeted floor but by the time she finished heaving, the front of her shirt was mess.

"Oh...shit..." She muttered looking down at the mess that was her clothing.

"Hey, come on," Eddie said as he helped Chrissy up, "let's go get you cleaned up."

~~

"I'm sorry you had to see that." Chrissy groaned as she clung to the toilet bowl of the small bathroom she and Eddie had locked themselves away in. At first she'd tried cleaning the blue tank top she was wearing off in the sink but it was beyond saving.

"Hey it's fine. Some people just can't handle their weed." Eddie took off his denim vest and handed it to his fellow cheerleader. She gratefully accepted it, pulling it over her shoulders and buttoning it up to cover the vomit stains.

"Thanks Eddie." She pulled away from the porcelain bowl. Letting out a listing moan. "Ugh, this is more embarrassing than the time I split my pants during cheer practice."

"Pffft, you think that's embarrassing? Remember last week? My first practice? When I practically broke my balls hitting the floor?"

"That did look like it hurt." Chrissy hummed. "But that can't be any worse than this time my freshman year when I was wearing a white skirt. At lunch I sat down on a packet of ketchup and didn't realize for the rest of the day it looked like I got my period."

"Ooofff." Eddie chuckled.

"Nobody told me! It was so embarrassing!" She laughed. "God I must be high. I haven't even told Jason that story."

"Embarrassing? No way, I'll tell you embarrassing." Eddie giggled. "But you have to never, ever tell anyone else."

"I'm all ears, big boy." Eddie took a seat next to Chrissy on the towel in front of the bath tub.

"Okay so last year there was this guy. And he was like a total douche. We're talking complete asshole, on the basketball team thought he was hot shit."

"Uh huh." Chrissy nodded.

"And he's sleeping with practically every girl in our grade when one day he comes to buy drugs from me..." Eddie trailed off into laughter. "And he's says I hear you suck dick. I said, yeah sometimes. And then I sucked his dick!"

"Wait what?" Chrissy watched Eddie laugh.

"Yeah! He's this total closet case. Talking, so far in the closet could probably find the sweater my nana knit for me when I was ten closet case." Eddie tapped his rings along the edge of the tub as he went on. "And then we just kept like meeting up. Bathrooms, janitor's closet, his stupid Camaro that smelled like old gym socks. And I thought we were a thing! Then he just blows me off and I never see him again. I thought I was in love. Isn't that embarrassing?"

Chrissy blinked, watching Eddie giggle like it was nothing.

"That's not embarrassing. That's sad."

"Wha? No! It's...it's not sad." Eddie leaned against the tub and rested his head next to his hands. The weed already made his eyes bloodshot but Chrissy watched the look in them change. Leaning next to him and pulling him into a hug. His body tensed up for a moment before leaning into it. "Hey how about we blow this place? I think Denny's is still open."

"That sounds great."