#oops I the whole hard drive

[macwantspeace]

Oh for crying in the sink. Got a notice that, oopsies, Change Healthcare gave away all your medical info. Maybe your payment mode info. Your butt size. We dunno. Could include name, address, soc security number, insurance, doctor, meds. Just call us up and perch on hold for an hour, you deaf motherfucker, and we will arrange for credit monitoring. Already signed up for free Experian monitoring because of the AT&T breach. Quit them years ago. Snort. Try to be me and get more credit. Mwa ha ha!

The doofi can't even add a thumbnail image.

[quitedisastrous]

my mom told me i almost got diagnosed with autism as a kid (she says i wasn't officially diagnosed because the diagnosis wouldn't have been useful so i guess my symptoms were so on the fence that they didn't push for it) which. like i'm 100% sure i have autism but holy mackerel. she couldn't have told me this as a kid???? it's a good thing i'm both logical and oblivious so i didn't spend too much time thinking "something is wrong with me. what the fuck is wrong with me" but like. what the fuck?

[no-144444]

the grid: time for a hot lap!

Day 22 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist

Featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Daniel Riccardo, Charles LeClerc, Max Verstappen

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Oscar Piastri: 

When Oscar told you that Mclaren wanted you to do a hot lap with him at the Austin GP, you were pretty shocked. Both you and Oscar were pretty against putting your entire relationship on blast, and you were usually too busy with your own job to make it to the GP’s, but you’d promised you’d do the triple header with him this time. 

“It’ll be fun,” he smiled, rubbing your back as you both lay in bed together. “I promise I won’t go too fast.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t care about the ‘going fast’ part. I care about the questions they’ll make me ask you.”

He chuckled. “It’ll be alright, I’ll ask them to not make it too inappropriate.” 

You sighed, knowing he really wanted you to do this. “Let’s do it.” 

“Thank you baby,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek and finally, you both got up for the day. 

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The Texas sun was setting over the Circuit of the Americas, casting a golden glow on the iconic track. You sat in the car, Oscar revving it up as your heart dropped when you looked at the first question. “Holy shit Osc,” you mumbled, flipping through all of the cue cards. 

“What?” he asked, looking over. 

“These are all from, like, a horny question game!” you whispered. He immediately started laughing as he flipped through the cards, each one getting more ridiculous. 

“What are these? ‘Kiss me for 5 whole minutes’? What is this shit?” He laughed. 

“That’s one of the more tame ones,” you whispered. 

“This one is the worst,” he chuckled, showing you a card that says ‘Do you have any fetishes I don't know about?’ and you both bursted out laughing. 

“What do we do?” You asked, not knowing if you were meant to actually ask such personal questions. 

“Throw them out the window,” he instructed with a cheeky smile. 

You rolled your eyes. “Oscar, we can’t do that-!”

He grabbed them out of your hand and threw them out his window, then started speeding down the main straight. 

Oops. 

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Lando Norris: 

“It’ll be funny!” You begged. “Come on, I promise I won’t scream- that much.” 

He rolled his eyes. “You barely let me drive anyways, what’s different about this, huh?”

“That’s so not true! I let you drive when I’m drunk.”

“Exactly!” He giggled. 

“Please Lan, let’s just do it, I promise it’ll be fun,” you poured, and he knew he had no defence now. 

“Fine,” he sighed. “But you owe me something in return,” he lifted an eyebrow and you chuckled. 

“You’re such a child,” you teased before placing your lips on his. 

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He was pleasantly surprised at how much you enjoyed it. He sped along the circuit, and every time it came to the last corner, he obliged your begs to his again until you eventually did 6 whole laps going top speed. As you both got out of the car, while you spoke animatedly to the camera, he stood shyly behind you. As you two walked off ‘set’ (the pitlane) you turned to him. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked, taking his hand. “You alright? I didn’t push you too hard, did I?”

He chuckled, blushing. “It’s not that,” he mumbled and you understood. 

“That made you hard!?” You asked, shocked. 

“Shut up!” He whined. “I have a hot girlfriend, sue me!” 

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Lewis Hamilton: 

It wasn’t the first time Lewis had asked you to do a hot lap with him, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. You had agreed, of course, and this would be the first time it was filmed for the general public's viewing pleasure. 

“Ready?” he asked, turning the car on. 

“Ready,” you nodded. As you two sped off, you looked down at the questions. “Alright, Bono or Toto for a night out?”

“Easy, Bono and Toto, both of them are great fun,” he smirked. 

“What’s the best advice you’ve gotten about love?” 

“When my dad told me to marry you,” he answered, not really thinking as he almost sent the two of you into a gravel trap.

“Fucking hell Lewis, at least pretend to still be good at your job,” you scolded as he laughed. “If you weren’t an F1 driver what would you be?”

“Probably a stay-at-home dad,” he shrugged. 

“What superpower would you want?”

“Teleportation.”

“Who do you miss more when you’re away, me, or Roscoe?” 

“Oh shit, that’s hard,” he smirked, thinking. As you two weaved around the final corner, you had no reaction, even when he drifted you barely batted an eye. It was impressive to say the least. “You, obviously.”

Actually, you hadn’t had a reaction to any of the driving, no gasps or sighs, no grabbing the safety handle, nothing.

As you two pulled back into the pit lane he looked over at you with a smirk. “Seriously? No reaction?”

You shrugged. “It’s not that thrilling.” 

He shook his head with a smirk. “You are something else baby.”

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George Russell:

“You alright?” He asked and you shook your head.

“I would not have agreed to come out of the garage if it means that this shit is happening,” you gritted out. 

He just laughed and pressed a kiss to your hand. “You’ll be fine, don’t worry, you’re in good hands.”

“Babe- BABE!” you screamed as he shot off down the main straight and began the hot lap. “FUCK!” 

George just laughed as he weaved through the corners, you screaming the whole time. 

“Ask me the questions!” he instructed. 

“FUCK! LIFT GEORGE, FUCKING LIFT!” you screamed. There was a certain hilarity to your relationship, especially considering that you were his lead engineer. “THIS IS ALWAYS YOUR PROBLEM!”

“Ask the questions!” he laughed. 

“FUCK- a-alright, Lando or Alex- GEORGE PICK A FUCKING BREAKING ZONE!” 

He was laughing too hard to answer for a moment, but he composed himself as you gasped at every twist and turn. “Albono and I probably see each other more,” he chuckled. 

“Alright, next questi- GEORGE LIFT!”

“I know what I’m doing!” he shouted back, laughing. Just then, he iver shot it and brought you both straight into a gravel trap, stuck there. 

“You ‘know what you're doing’, do you?” you scoffed. “I am never doing this shit again, I sit in the garage for a reason-”

He leaned over and kissed you, a bright smile on his face. 

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Alex Albon:

As a sky presenter, you’d been forced to do many strange things. For example, try and give Jenson Button a piggy back for 3 hours (you’d lasted about 40 minutes, which was pretty good), try to reconcile Brocedes (it kind of worked?), made many fans days, and had a great impact on the sport. 

“So you want me to do a hot lap with Alex?” you questioned Ted. He nodded. 

One thing you didn’t talk about often was the fact that in your 2 years at SkyF1, you’d started dating one of the F1 driver’s, Alex Albon. Neither of you were particularly keen on telling the public, because it just never felt like the right time. 

“Alright,” You shrugged. “I’ll do it.”

That’s how you ended up in the strangest position yet, driving your F1 boyfriend around the COTA track in a Ferrari. 

“So Alex, any advice for me?” you asked, turning to him.

“There’s no grip, don’t try to drift,” he chuckled. Honestly, he was enjoying this. He had taught you some of his drifting tactics and such, and he was really enjoying shooting with you. SkyF1 usually kept you two separate out of fear that you’d expose your relationship, so despite you being there every weekend, he rarely saw you during the day. 

“Got it,” you nodded, speeding down the main straight. Immediately, he started barking orders at you of when to lift and when to not, and he was screaming and gasping at every corner, while you just laughed. Honestly, you loved driving as fast as you could with no repercussions. 

As you finally slowed down to the end of the hot lap, he finally started breathing again and sighed. “I’m dating a lunatic!” 

You just laughed at him as he stood up from the car, legs shaking. 

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Daniel Riccardo: 

You were terrified of what Daniel would do when he was given the chance to drive a very fast car, very fast, with no repercussions, and you as his passenger. 

“Not too fast, yeah? I already know you’re a great driver,” you smiled, trying to make him slow down. 

He just smirked. “Baby, y’know I’m a racecar driver, right?”

You grimaced. He accelerated. You screamed. 

“Isn’t this fun?!” he asked, doing doughnuts on the track. 

“FUCK NO!” you screamed. “Daniel slow down! Slow down!”

“Nothing is making me slow down now-”

“I’M PREGNANT!” You shouted. 

He brought the car to a startling halt and turned to you with wide eyes.

You took out your phone, ready with a photo of the positive pregnancy test. He gasped. 

“I’m going to be a dad?” he asked, eyes clouding with tears. 

You nodded. 

He pressed his lips to yours quickly, stealing a kiss, then another. 

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Charles LeClerc:

“Mon coeur, please! It will be fun,” he begged. 

“No, no way,” you chuckled, trying desperately to get away from him in the Ferrari garage. 

“Rebecca is doing it with Carlos,” he told you. 

“So she doesn’t value her life? Ok, that’s fine with me,” you argued. 

“Please my love,” he asked, taking your hands. “One lap, I’ll slow down, I promise.”

You stared at him for a second. “One lap?”

“One lap,” he nodded. 

“And you’ll be gentle?”

“So gentle,” he nodded. 

“Fine.”

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He was not gentle, nor was it one lap. He ended up taking you around 3 times, while you basically begged him to stop or slow down. 

When you both got out, you immediately ran to his driver’s room and tried to calm down, while he was interviewed. 

“Is she alright?” Ted asked. 

Charles smiled. “She’s not a big fan of stuff like this, so probably not,” he chuckled. “I might be sleeping in the guest room tonight.”

Ted chuckled. “Well, we understand why, you did drift the entire circuit 3 times and you almost went off 4 times.”

Charles sighed. “Thank you Ted.”

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Max Verstappen: 

You’d sat in the passenger seat of his valkyrie aston martin a hundred times before, what would be so different about this?

A lot.

As Max drove and you screamed, he put his hand on your lap trying to calm you down. 

“MAX! BOTH HANDS ON THE WHEEL!” you screamed as he chuckled. “YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A GOOD DRIVER!”

“I am a good driver!” he shouted back, over the sound of the engine. 

“Evidently not!” You screamed as he went straight over a curb.

“Do you want to see bad driving?” He smirked.

“No! No! That’s ok, just- MAX!” You screamed as he immediately sped up and started to drive even more recklessly. 

“FUCKING HELL MAX!” you screamed. “I’LL DIVORCE YOU!” 

He just laughed. 

What a way to announce your marriage, right?

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[cybrasigilism]

Getting In Good W/ The Thanos Team (NSFW HEADCANONS)

warning: smut and all things of the like | NOT PROOFREAD | lowercase intended | reader has female genitalia | dryhumping / outercourse | these are my interpretations of these characters, please be respectful even if my opinions on the characters differ from yours

characters: thanos/choi su-bong (player 230), nam-gyu (player 124), se-mi (player 380), park min-su (player 125), gyeong-su (player 256)

A/N: didn’t want to name this “dryhumping the thanos team” but tbf thats basically what this is oops 🫢 gotta love a headcanon post every now and then.

MDNI! 18+ content beneath the cut, reader’s discretion is advised

thanos / choi su-bong (player 230)

⟢ your make-out sessions usually end with you guys dry humping. sorry 🫢

⟢ he’s not the type to sit there motionless while you do all the work, no. he’ll sink right into it, rolling his hips up into your own as you search for that friction— that pleasure

⟢ definitely down for some dirty talk, but who’s surprised by that.

“y’ feel that? how hard you make me?”

“fuck, ya’ haven’t even taken your clothes off and ‘t still feels like we’re fucking..”

⟢ matter of fact, you guys don’t even necessarily need to be making out for thanos to want to dry hump. if you ever take a seat on his lap, just know there’s always a chance he could feel the need to start grinding up into you— however subtle it may be

⟢ if you’re wearing jeans, he’ll hook his fingers between the belt loops and pull you into it

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nam-gyu (player 124)

⟢ oh, he is mean about outercourse— but let’s be real, when is nam-gyu ever nice

⟢ loves to watch you squirm beneath him as he rubs your pussy through your panties

⟢ he’s still on top when you guys dry hump, usually likes to have one or both of your legs over his shoulders while you guys grind together

⟢ the most you will ever hear him moan is during dry humping. its something about having all of you, right there, yet restricted by layers of fabric that drives him crazy. the first time you guys did this, you were surprised that those sounds were coming out of his mouth

“ooh fuck yeah, been needing this bad”

“ah shit, i can still feel how fucking wet you are through your clothes— what a pitiful little slut”

“oh fuck, yeah… just keep looking at me like that, fuck—“

⟢ if he’s feeling lazy, he’ll make you sit on his lap while he lays back and enjoys the show. at most he’ll rest his hand on your waist, but don’t expect much affection in these moments

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se-mi (player 380)

⟢ it’s interchangeable who’s in charge for outercourse, but if it’s se-mi’s turn— you guys won’t even need to strip for you to cum

⟢ loves the view of looking down at the pathetic little expressions you make while she’s on top of you, she also loves feeling you shiver whenever she touches your bare skin— still despite what you two are doing

⟢ even with how urgent dry humping feels, se-mi always tries to be romantic with it— as she is with any sexual act you guys partake in. this comes out in the endless streams of praise she showers you in

“just couldn’t wait— i had to have you like this..”

“you still make me feel so good, even when this is all we have time for”

“ugh, i can’t wait to fuck you proper later….”

⟢ will kiss over every inch of your exposed skin as you guys dry hump. what can she say? she gets very affectionate when she’s horny :)

⟢ if she’s feeling it, she might tease you by making it seem like she’ll move her hands between the fabric separating her from your pussy— she doesn’t usually follow through with this though

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gyeong-su (player 256)

⟢ he’s so desperate when it comes to dry humping, it’s actually kind of adorable

⟢ you usually initiate the whole thing by “innocently” rubbing your ass up against him when you guys are spooning, and if you consider stopping after you’ve started, he’ll insist by grabbing your hips and rolling his own into you himself

⟢ gyeong-su makes the cutest little whimpers as he buries his face in the crook of your neck as your grinding grows sloppier, the desperation really shining through in his voice

“oh fuck, my god you feel so good.. so good…”

“i just wanna fuck you s’bad… please lemme fuck you…”

“oh god, your ass is so perfect.. feels so perfect on me—“

⟢ as he has his face buried into your neck, gyeong-su will kiss and bite you all over in an attempt to distract himself from the pleasure you’re making him feel— an attempt that falls short, seeing as the sensation of him marking your neck up only eggs you on further

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park min-su (player 125)

⟢ surprise surprise, min-su is vocal when you guys dry hump

⟢ he’s so overwhelmed by the sensation of you grinding down onto his lap that all he can bring himself to do is plant his hands on your thighs and try his darnedest to hold out as long as possible— however, if you maintain a steady pace, he usually cums pretty fast from dry humping (no shame in that)

⟢ loves when you purposely drag him out, bringing him to what he thinks will be the edge, only for you to slow down and change things up. of course, he never wants these moments to end

⟢ his moans get so desperate, so slutty— it almost sounds like he’s on the verge of tears when you ride him through your clothes

“ah fuck, fuck! oh shit, can’t keep doing this— feels s’ good, ‘m so c—lose…”

“yeah, yeah… please keep riding me j’st like that— oh, fuck me…”

⟢ much like gyeong-su, min-su likes to have you as close as possible while you fuck him through his clothes. if he’s feeling desperate enough, he’ll slip his hands under your shirt just to feel your skin on his, to some degree

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thank you so much for reading divas! the squid game fandom may be slowly “dying”, but the people will have to pry this show from my cold dead hands

aa always, any advice/constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing is appreciated and requested. have an amazing day/night lovelies 💋

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[osaemu]

i am a strong believer in soft and sweet gojo. when he tries being mean during sex, the tears on your face and the muffled cries make him fold so fast. he’d stop so fast and lean down to hug you and whisper so many praises and apologies in your ear. oooooooh my god i have a gigantemasorous praise kink it’s so gross please i just wanna be called a good girl and be treated like a princess :(((

PRAISE KINK: SATORU GOJO

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: he can't help but go soft when you look up at him through teary eyes. NSFW

contents: fem!reader. p –> v, creampie, praise kink (shocking), cockwarming, unprotected sex, dacryphilic themes, squirting, teeny tiny size kink. halfway through i changed the plot and this ended up way longer than i expected oops!

"good girl, stay just like that f'me," satoru mumbles, white hair falling into his eyes as he looks down at you. his thrusts grow sloppier the closer he gets to cumming inside of you, and the cute way you look up at him through unfocused eyes just pushes him over the edge. "f-fuck, makin' me cum faster than a vi—"

satoru doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence before his orgasm hits him, fast and hard, and his cum shoots out of him in a thick, hot load deep inside of your welcoming cunt. both your chests heave as satoru collapses on top of you, resting his body on his forearms and his forehead on yours. "heh, good job, princess," he exhales, closing his eyes and letting his lips curve into a smile.

"y'did so go— aw, wait, are you cryin'?" satoru breathes, eyes fixed on the messy tears that fall down your cheeks. he slows his relentless pace inside of you to a stop and lifts a hand to wipe away your tears, fingers light and gentle against your wet face. "c'mon, don't cry, baby, y're makin' me feel bad."

"s-sorry," you mumble, voice shaking just enough for satoru to notice. he tuts and kisses your cheek, lips lingering just underneath your eye.

"you did so good, pretty girl," satoru murmurs, lowering his body and lying down on top of you. his face is barely a couple centimeters away from yours, and as he lowers himself, you swear can feel his dick slide in all the way. "shhh, lemme take care of you," he coos when a soft moan slips out of your lips. "does it hurt?"

"a little," you whisper, looking up at satoru through wet eyes. he smiles tenderly back down at you, peppering kisses all over your warm face. his hips rest on top of yours, and every little shift of his body feels like an avalanche in yours—satoru's heavy, especially when you're already weak from an hour of sex in his sheets.

"you're so cute," satoru mumbles, lips touching the corner of your mouth. "n' so pretty, too..." his mouth finds yours and he kisses you slowly, hands involuntarily finding themselves all over you. satoru doesn't bother attempting to speak anymore as he just takes you and all your beauty in—to him, the whole world is less than nothing in this moment compared to you.

satoru lifts his head to let you breathe, a playful smile on his lips the longer he looks at you. "aw, princess, why're you still crying?" he tuts when another tear falls down your cheek. "was i that mean? m' sorry, baby, don't cry, please?"

"snf, it's not you," you sniffle, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. but the second one tear's gone, another trails down your face to replace it. "i.. i don't know why m' crying," you try to explain, but the way satoru tilts his head like a confused puppy shows that your efforts are futile.

"c'mere," he rolls over onto his back and pulls you on top of him, dick still lodged deep inside you. satoru's head falls back onto a plush, white pillow as he lifts one hand to caress the side of your face. "'m not gonna let you cum until you stop cryin', baby."

"why not?" you ask petulantly, thighs starting to tremble from how deep satoru is. even when he's not trying to drive you crazy, he still manages to with how little he's moving now. he already got to cum—in fact, most of his cum is still inside of you, held there by his unmoving dick.

"'cause i'm gonna think you hate me."

"i don't hate you."

"then stop crying."

"fine," you huff, a tiny smile starting to grow on your face.

satoru matches your smile with one of his own and he nods in approval. "aw, you're so pretty when you smile like that f'me," he coos, eyes rounding as if he's looking at the cutest thing in the world—which, to him, is you. "stay like that n' i'll let you cum, 'kay?"

he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and nudges you off of him and onto your back, switching positions with you. satoru pulls out of you, cock glistening with a mixture of your slick and his cum before he plunges back inside and fills the empty space inside of you.

"t-toru—" you mewl out, thighs unconsciously clenching together before satoru pushes them apart again.

"shhh, be a good girl and—fuck, jus' like that," he groans, feeling your cunt clench around him with every thrust. a breathy laugh slips out of satoru's lips, a welcome addition to the wet, pornographic sounds coming from the two of you. "shit, baby, you fuck me up in ways you can't even fuckin' imagine," satoru mumbles, too lost in your shiny, dumbed-down eyes to form coherent thoughts.

with every thrust, satoru sinks deeper and deeper into your welcoming cunt, cursing and moaning about how good you take him. you're not really sure how long it takes for the coil in your stomach to snap—maybe seconds, minutes, even years—but it comes all at once, hitting you with the force of a wave and any remaining self-control you have dissolves.

you babble satoru's name over and over again, tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes as he talks you through it—in fact, you're practically getting off to the sound of his soft praises. "fuck, you're so cute, keep takin' me like the good girl i know you are," he groans, lips curled into a drunken smile. "gonna cum on me, baby? c'mon, use your words, i know y'can."

it's a miracle that he can keep running his mouth even as he gives you the best orgasm of your life—but somewhere in the hot fog that's your mind, you manage to gasp out a "yeah" amid satoru's increasingly sloppy thrusts. it feels like he's chasing his own pleasure more than yours, but you don't mind, because a moment later you're squirting all over his throbbing cock and holding onto him as if he's your lifeline.

"yeah, jus' like that, princess, you're so—" satoru cuts himself off with another laugh, chest heaving and eyes wild. he brushes his thumb underneath your swollen lips and wipes the little trail of drool. "fuck, what are you doing to me?" he mumbles, kissing you breathlessly, hardly caring whether or not either of you could breathe.

satoru watches as your eyes flutter shut and runs his thumb over your bottom lip. "heh, pretty girl, you did so good f'me," he whispers, a soft smile on his lips as he gazes down at you. "sleep well, you earned it..."

[kortac-sweetheart]

ah fuck it, thinkin abt: taking public transport with kruger and nikto (especially self indulgent bc i absolutely despise my commute)

going onto a train car hand in hand with nikto and it’s not so bad at first. it’s a little crowded but you’re not shoulder to shoulder with anybody (except nikto).. until the next station over where a whole flood of people get on and it turns into nikto essentially caging you into the train wall with his body.

the thing about nikto is that he and everything about him; from his height, to his built body, and even down to the aura he exudes. it all silently commands respect. so there’s a very, very clear distinction between nikto’s space and everyone else’s. and all other passengers aboard tries their damndest not to step into it, at all costs, even if the train is packed to capacity.

he glances down at you, mirth twinkling in his icey blue eyes. “are you ok, rodnaya?” his eyes never leaving yours, even with the intensity of the moving train and the slight sway of the floor.

a little nod from you has them crinkling in a way you’re intimately familiar with, which is when he’s happy. his heart flutters just a tiny bit, overjoyed at being able to protect you and keep you safe, even in mundane happenings like this.

his eyes then survey the train car again, making sure that no one’s too close to you. he leans his head down, murmuring into your ear, “look at them, khoroshenkaya, packed together like sardines in a tin.” he chuckles (unreasonably hot and dangerous considering the situation you’re in) and gently takes your chin in his hand.

“hm, and you.. my little prince/ss. my sweetheart. i’ll do whatever you ask, yes? anything and everything you want.” pressing a chaste kiss to your lips through his black surgeon’s mask.

by the time you and nikto snap out of your shared reverie you’ve missed your initial stop by three stations.

oops.

ah well, riding the train in the opposite direction now just gives him additional time to sweep you off your feet..even if you’re already dating.

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when the doors of the bus swing open, kruger always ushers you inside first. tapping his card twice on the reader (as if he’d ever allow you to pay for anything) and letting you to grasp his hand to lead him to your desired seat.

if space allows, he’d like for you to sit on one of those single seats, facing the aisle with him standing at your side as if he were your knight.

but if there were only those double seats available he’d assist you to sit in the window seat and him, the aisle seat. his arm wrapped around your shoulder and pulling you closer to his chest whenever the bus swerved a bit too hard.

and if there were no seats available?

kruger held onto the overhead grip, his leisurely stance very out of place with the wild way the bus turned this and that direction. his other arm was wrapped firmly against your waist, squeezing you tightly to his side.

“faring well haschen?” his hand rubs up and down your waist soothingly, eyes flitting to yours to see if you’re doing alright.

“yea—ah!” the bus swerves abruptly again, as if out to specifically ruin your day. kruger adapts easily, catching you before you could go flying (as if you weighed nothing), arm casually readjusting around your waist.

he sighs, exasperated from this god awful driving, coaxing you to cling onto him even more.

“hold tight, mausi.” he nuzzles his mouth into the crown of your head, a kiss through his mask. your arms wrap tightly around him, more akin to a python’s grip than an actual hug (he doesn’t mind, he never does). while bored, your eyes hone in on the way his arm tenses and flexes when he has to adjust his grip on the handle, downright ogling at him and his casual strength.

“enjoying the view, schatzi?” you can hear the smirk in his voice when his comment snaps you out of your daze.

“no.” your curt reply a little too fast, a bit petulantly as you bury your face into his chest, slightly flushed. he can only chuckle as he pats your waist comfortingly.

“ ‘s ok mein liebe. you can have more of this view at home.” he spends the remainder of the bus ride just admiring you and your cute little expressions when you catch him staring.

the rest of the ride goes well without a hitch (ie. you didn’t go flying through the bus’ front windows) even if you did get tossed around a bit.

and when the bus finally stops he wraps an arm around your shoulder, ushering you quickly out of the bus and nearly shoulder checking some poor sap on the way out.

kruger is one mean bastard and impatient to boot, and he’s not afraid to show it. ‘tsk-ing’ when someone’s walking too slowly for his liking or taking up too much room on walk ways

he WILL shoulder check someone for the above mentioned, he absolutely would. he’s more than willing to be rude to someone who’s annoying you (or heaven forbid, being MEAN to you, god help them) and in turn, him as well.

if someone’s standing too close or cuts you off when walking he’ll bark out an authoritative “watch it.” or “move.” it always sends people packing. and if it doesn’t? that nasty glare of his and murderous aura always does the trick.

has and will continue to run with you in his arms up and down the stairs. he got so fed up with the crowded stairs one time that he just scooped you up bridal style and ran up those stairs in 5 seconds flat, without even having to take a breath after.

“what mausi?” he questions, playing dumb and shrugging his shoulders. “you can’t just pick me up and run up the stairs seb!” you smack his chest, embarrassed. he laughs it off “well it worked didn’t it? and besides schatzi, what do i have these muscles for if not to help you, hm? i’m retired now, these are all for you.” and well. you can’t be mad at him after that can you?

god help any other passengers that happen to be nearby if both nikto AND kruger are accompanying you on public transport. everybody else would be maintaining a 6ft (minimum) distance from you three at all times, at all costs. (and, hey, no complaints from you, so. /shrug/)

[pokesturns]

STURNIOLO FANFIC ⇢ PRETTY WHEN YOU BEG

sum. chris, needy and whiny, pesters y/n during her work call, craving attention (i wrote this entire thing whole sharing the whole process to @sweetshuga and i don't regret a single thing).

feat. chris sturniolo

cw. smut, sub&dom dynamics, edging, bondage, whiny sub!chris

wc. 1.613 words

the apartment was quiet except for the muffled sound of y/n’s voice filtering through the closed bedroom door. she sat at the desk in the corner, her laptop open, her tone professional as she spoke into her headset.

“yes, i’ve reviewed the proposal, and i think we should adjust the timeline for Q3…” her fingers tapped the keyboard, her focus razor-sharp despite the late hour. the glow of the screen lit her face, her hair pulled back in a messy bun while wearing an oversized blazer that slipped slightly off one of her shoulders. she was in work mode, commanding, almost untouchable.

chris, sprawled on the bed across the room, was anything but focused; he was restless, shirt half-unbuttoned, his dark hair a mess from running his hands through it. despite his “mature” age, he was used to always getting what he wanted—attention, affection, her—but tonight, y/n was all business, and it was driving him up the wall. they’d been together for months now, their dynamic a perfect storm of her control and his neediness, but right now, he felt ignored, and that was unacceptable.

he huffed loudly, tossing his phone onto the mattress with a dramatic thud. no response. y/n’s eyes stayed glued to the screen, voice steady as she answered a colleague’s question. chris rolled onto his side, staring at her, lips pursed in a pout. “y/n,” he whined, dragging out her name, voice high and petulant. “are you almost done?”

she didn’t even glance at him, just held up a finger, signaling for him to wait. his pout deepened and he shifted, kicking the sheets for effect, the rustle loud in the quiet room. still nothing. frustration bubbled in his chest, hot and needy.

he wanted her eyes on him, her hands, her voice—all of her. sitting up, he crawled to the edge of the bed, his bare feet hitting the floor as he shuffled closer.

“y/n,” he said again, louder, leaning over the desk, his face inches from hers. he poked her arm, then her shoulder, his fingers lingering on the bare skin where her blazer had slipped. “come on, babe. you’ve been on this call forever, pay attention to me.”

her jaw tightened, but she kept talking, her voice calm. “i agree, let’s finalize the metrics by friday.” she swatted his hand away without looking, a warning. chris’s eyes narrowed, his bratty side rearing it’s head. If she wouldn’t give him attention, he’d make her.

he slid onto her desk, deliberately knocking over a pen, his thigh brushing her arm. “Oops,” he said, fake-innocent, his voice dripping with need as he leaned closer, lips grazing her ear as he whispered, “you’re ignoring me, and i don’t like it.” his hand slid down her arm, teasing, squeezing through her skirt.

y/n’s eyes flicked to him, sharp and dangerous, but she didn’t miss a beat on the call. “can you repeat that, john? i missed the last part.” her hand clamped onto chris’s wrist, hard, pinning it to the desk. he whimpered, the sound soft but desperate, his body already buzzing from her touch. she released him, pointing at the bed, a silent command to back off.

he didn’t. Instead, he whined louder, sliding off the desk and pressing himself against her chair, his hands roaming her shoulders, her neck, tugging at her blazer. “Please,” he begged, voice cracking, “i need you. i’m so fucking bored.” his fingers slipped under her shirt, grazing her collarbone, and he leaned down, nuzzling her neck, his breath hot and needy.

that was it. y/n’s patience snapped.

she muted her mic, eyes blazing as she whipped around to face him. “chris,” she said, her voice low, lethal. “you’re being a fucking brat. i’m working, you think you can just whine and get what you want?”

he blinked, caught off guard, but his lips curled into a pout, blue eyes glassy with need. “i just want you,” he mumbled, his voice small, but there was a certain defiance in it, a challenge. he reached for her again, and that was the last straw.

she stood, shoving her chair back, and grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at her. “you want attention?” she hissed, her grip firm. “fine. you’ll get it.” she unmuted her mic long enough to say, “ i need to step away for a moment. i’ll be right back,” then slammed her laptop shut, her eyes never leaving his.

chris’s breath hitched, a mix of excitement and fear flooding his system. “y/n, i—” he started, but she cut him off, grabbing the collar of his shirt and yanking him toward the bed. the fabric tore under her grip, buttons popping as she ripped it open, exposing his chest. he gasped, blue eyes going wide, already trembling with undeniable need. “fuck, babe. my shirt—”

“shut up, she snapped, pushing him onto the bed. he fell back, his wrists instinctively rising above his head as she straddled his hips, her weight pinning him down. she grabbed the torn shirt, twisting it into a makeshift rope, and tied his wrists to the headboard, the knots tight enough to bite into his skin. he squirmed, a needy whimper escaping his lips, cock already straining against his jeans.

“look at you.” she whispered, voice dripping with control as she leaned back, admiring her work. “so goddamn desperate. you couldn’t wait ten minutes, could you?” her fingers trailed down his chest, slow and deliberate, nails scraping just enough to make him arch into her touch. he moaned, loud and unashamed, hips bucking up and chasing her hand.

“y/n, please,” he whined, his voice high-pitched. “touch me. i need you so bad. i’m sorry, i’ll be good, just—fuck, please.” his eyes were wet, tears pooling at the corners, lips red from biting them.

she smirked, leaning down to hover over him, her breath hot against his ear. “oh, you’re sorry now? after acting like a needy little slut?” her hand slid lower, palming him through his jeans, and he cried out, his body jerking under her. she squeezed, just enough to make him gasp, then pulled back, leaving him writhing.

“no, no, please! he begged, his voice cracking, tears slipping down his cheeks. “don’t stop, i’ll do anything. i need you, i need to cum, please—” his words dissolved into a sob, his hips grinding against nothing, cock throbbing painfully in his jeans.

she undid his zipper, slow and torturous, pulling his jeans and boxers down just enough to free him. his cock sprang up, hard and leaking, the tip slick with precum. he whimpered, his wrists straining against the ties, body trembling as she ran a single finger along his length, teasing the vein. “so pretty when you’re desperate,” she murmured, eyes darkened with lust. “but you don’t get to cum. not yet. not until i say.”

he sobbed, his head thrashing against the pillow. “y/n, i can’t—i can’t take it, please, i’m so hard, it hurts—” his voice was raw, every word a plea, his body shaking with need. she wrapped her hand around him, stroking once, twice, slow and tight, and he screamed, the sound muffled by his own bitten lip. his hips bucked, chasing her hand, but she stopped, letting him fall back into desperation.

“keep begging,” she said, climbing off him to strip her blazer and shirt, leaving her in just her bra and skirt. his eyes widened, drinking her in, moans turning to broken whimpers as she straddled his thighs, her hands roaming his body but never where he needed. she pinched his nipples, hard, and he yelped, his cock twitching against his stomack.

“y/n, fuck, i’m begging, okay? i’m so sorry, i’ll be good, i swear, just let me cum, i need it, i need you—” his words were a mess, tumbling out between sobs and moans, his face flushed, tears streaking his cheeks. she leaned down, licking a stripe up his chest, her tongue teasing his skin, and he arched in response, his cries growing louder, more frantic.

she edged him for what felt like hours, her hands and mouth everywhere but never enough—stroking him to the brink, then stopping; sucking the tip of his cock enough to make him scream, then pulling away; whispering filthy praise in his ear while he begged and cried. his body was a live wire, every touch sending him spiraling, his voice hoarse from pleading.

“please, i can’t anymore, i’m gonna die, just let me cum. i’ll do anything, i’m yours, please—” he was incoherent, hips jerking uselessly, his cock red and leaking, his wrists raw from pulling at the ties. she hovered over him, fingers ghosting over his length, making chris sob once again, his whole body shaking.

“not yet,” she said, her voice firm but laced with satisfaction. “you wanted attention, chris. now you’ve got it and you’re whining like a bitch.” she leaned down, kissing him hard, swallowing his whimpers as her hand teased him again, bringing him to the edge and stopping just as he started to tense.

he let out a loud cry, a broken, desperate sound while his salty tears soaked the pillow. “please! please, i can’t—fuck, i love you, just let me—” his confession hung in the air, raw and vulnerable, and she paused, her gaze softening for a moment before her control snapped back.

“you’ll cum when i’m ready,” she said, and started again, her hand slow and merciless, drawing out every whine, every sob, until chris was nothing but a trembling, needy mess, lost in her power and his own desperate love.

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[bugiseverywhere]

quirkless au katsuki bakugo, who’s fresh out of college and meets you for the first time, hanging out with his idiot friends who didn’t introduce the two of you sooner.

(This turned out way longer than expected. Oops)

August is already right around the corner. The streets are beginning to fill up as it seems everyone’s preparing for the school season. The sun beating down on everything, illuminating the streets he’s walking down.

“Mina just texted, said everyone’s there. Wanna stop here and get something to drink before we head to her place?” Katsuki nodded and followed kirishima who was already opening the door to some local coffee shop katsuki never really remembered the name of.

Him and kirishima have spent, what seems like, the whole summer together. Not that katsuki had a choice in it. Both agreeing to rent an apartment after graduating. Kiri protesting it was the cheaper route for them both, and that he needed the company. Katsuki didn’t mind it at the time, but the more his roommate and friends dragged him around the city, the more he wished he would’ve just moved back home with his old hag.

an hour ago:

“C’mon bro, you can’t keep trying to hide in the apartment all summer.”

“I already said I’m not in the fucking mood to babysit you guys. Go without me.” katsuki retorts as he throws himself on the couch. He tried to ignore the phone calls from kaminari, sero, and mina, but it was hard to ignore kirishima when he can just show up whenever he pleases.

“It’ll be fun man! And you won’t have to babysit us. It’s just a cookout at Mina’s, nothing bad, I swear!” kirishima slams the door shut behind him pointing at katsuki who was trying his hardest to avoid the conversation, “Seriously I’m not leaving until you agree to go. I already let you get out of the last time!”

“Whatever.”

end of flashback.

After he finished being bombarded by everyone (mostly Mina who was pissed he ignored her 7 missed phone calls and 20 unanswered text messages) katsuki had settled himself in the kitchen of Mina’s lake house.

Often throughout high school, the group would find themselves spending weekends/holidays out at this place. Mina’s parents used to live in the house during the summer seasons to get away from the city, but in the groups first year of college, it was given to Mina to do whatever she pleased with.

Unlike the hustle and bustle the city, katsuki didn’t mind the quiet atmosphere out here and always enjoyed when the group would get together and hang out. Even if it did drive him absolutely insane sometimes.

The sun was already setting by the time he and kirishima arrived. Everyone inside helping mina get the food ready.

Except for you.

Katsuki hadn’t seen you before. No one said anything about someone else being here. Were you with Sero? Maybe Kaminari, but last katsuki checked him and jirou were still together?

“Y/n. She’s a friend from one of my classes last year. I tried to tell you she would be here but you decided to ignore my phone calls.” Katsuki shifted his gaze from you to Mina who was staring at him with attitude.

“why’s she sittin out there by herself? She weird or something?”

“Nah. She just probably doesn’t want to listen to everyone. She’s kind of like you in way. Gets annoyed easily. Especially by these two morons.” Mina repsponded as she smacked Denki and Sero on the hands as they were trying to sneak pieces of food she was cutting up for dinner.

Katsuki hummed in response as he looked back in your direction. He wondered if he’s ever crossed paths with you before. He must’ve at somepoint right? Not that it really mattered.

As Mina finished prepping the food, katsuki left the kitchen and found himself in the living room lost to a conversation kiri, sero and denki were having. During this time he must’ve not noticed you move in the living room until sero chirped out, “hey she’s finally not pissed at us kaminari!”

The comment making you giggle softly as you made your way to sit next to the two. “You guys make my ears want to bleed. I just needed to not hear you two talk for a bit.” Your eyes moved from them and glanced in katsuki’s direction.

His heart skipped a beat when you smiled and opened your mouth to introduce yourself to him. what the fuck-

“You’re bakugo right? Mina’s talked about you a bit. It’s nice to meet you finally.” You were beautiful. Katsuki found himself lost for words, which wasn’t particularly normal for him. All he could get out was a,

“Uh- Yeah.” Just as he was about to try and say something else, Mina shouted that the food was ready. You, denki, and sero, made your ways to the kitchen, working through the food. Katsuki stayed in his seat on the couch watching you talk and laugh at the boys and mina.

You must’ve met them all before.

How come they never said anything about you sooner?

Why does he care this much, he just met you.

“Mina introduced us to her about a month ago. Y’know, the last time you decided to not hang out with us” kirishima stared at katsuki with a half assed smile on his face.

“Why is everyone being such a prick about that. I didn’t feel like coming out here. Besides no one told me Mina was gonna bring her.” Kirishima laughed at katsuki as he stood up from the couch, looking down at the blonde,

“I don’t know man, seems to me you’re just pissed you didn’t meet her sooner.” Katsuki rolled his eyes, kicking kirishima in the shin. His eyes shifted back to you and met your gaze which was already staring at him.

Little did katsuki know, you just finished fighting with Mina about how she didn’t tell you her hot friend from college was going to be here tonight.

God, you could just kill her, and so could katsuki.

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I did not proofread this so I apologize in advance if it is horrible. I just needed to get it out of my head. 🙏

[little-forest-goblin]

Hehehehehehe I got an idea from your Candy Girl story. (Of course only if you're comfortable with this. I will absolutely understand if not.)

Female Reader has a thing for suckers. Lollipops, Dum-Dums, Blow-pops, etc right? And she just pull them out of nowhere sometimes and it drives Five crazy. Because she always smell sweet because of the candy and it turns her lips and tongue different colors and that really distracts him.

From there, let the muses guide you my friend. I eagerly await your thoughts. Thank you!! ♡

oooo most certainly! this is a great story idea! Without further ado i present you…

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Blow-pops and Blowj0bs

(My candy girl pt.2)

Warnings: Oral (F and M receiving), Dom five, If you squint there's a little bit of scent kink, Begging, dirty talk, spanking, creampie (I hate the word too), Hair pulling, Color kink? (Is that even a thing?), P in V, Tooth rotting fluff

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After the whole pyromaniac stalking incident five was quite protective of you. He didn't want anything bad happening to you. He was making complete sure to keep you within some form of eyesight 

And good god was it killing him.

He wanted to make sure you were nearby or at least within the general vicinity of where he was. He loved you alot and didnt want anything bad happening to you but you being around was killing him. Not in the sense that he hated it. Its the fact you drove him wild.

You were a candy maker. You made some of the sweetest candy he has ever tasted. He never wanted to admit it but every time you made a candy for him he wanted to melt and take you with him. He wanted to hold you and never let go.

It also drives him nuts because sometimes you were reckless and almost got hurt. He swore he was gonna be grey before he physically got older. He liked to watch you make them cause it was interesting but holy shit you worried him. One of these examples is the day you were making hard candies which required you wearing thick gloves and melting your skin off hot candy. 

He watched with nervous air to himself as you poured the hot sugar batter onto the countertop and began to mix colors into the boiling hot mixture. He watched as you kneaded the mixture to get it nice and mixed in. 

“Be careful don't burn yourself, sweetheart.”

you chuckled and kept kneading “Its alright i got it” you stretched it out messing with it. you stretched it up as far as your arms could go.

A piece of the sugary boiling lava dropped into the counter and your attention was immediately diverted to it “Oh oops”

Five began to panic seeing that the boiling mixture was slowly dropping towards your head “Y/n!! The candy!!”

you looked up at him “hm?” you looked up at the mixture “Oh!” you simply just moved it back onto the counter like you didn't almost get a hospital worthy injury on your head and face. 

Little shit like this was sending five into a coma. You had little to no awareness or self preservation. He was honestly shocked you didn't die when you were a kid. He could only imagine you were on those child leashes as a kid being pulled around to the correct location your parents needed or wanted you to go in. 

It wasn't just these things that sent him into a heart attack or a coma. It was also the fact that you just drove him crazy. You were just so pretty and so odd he couldn't help but be attracted to it. You were more relaxed and carefree, something he has never been. 

What also drove him crazy was how sweet you smelled. You worked around candy all the time so he assumed it rubbed off onto you. You smelled so sweet and sugary almost like if he licked you he would get a cavity. He loved it. He couldn't help it. 

Late at night he often curled in closer and buried his face in your hair obviously for comfort and because he loved you but because he had to smell that scent of sweet. 

What made your scent also very unique was if you were working with flavors that day you would smell like the flavor of the candy. So if you worked with cherries you smelled faintly like cherries. If you worked with lemon you smelled faintly of lemons. 

Your lips also tasted sweet. They were sweet and sugary and tasted like flavors of the lollipops you ate that day. Those god damn lollipops.  

right about now he was in the kitchen with you as you prepared to make a new batch of candy. You had been wanting to make a new flavor of chewy candy. You were checking them off on the list making sure you had the tools and ingredients.

“Five, babe, can you get me my measuring cup please?” you asked

he nodded “Sure thing” he turned to grab it until he heard the familiar crinkling of wrapping paper. his head turned to look only to find a Blowpop between your lips. It was your favorite flavor. 

He loved that flavor too but not because he liked it himself but because it was usually the flavor of your lips. You had more of that flavor than any other ones which inevitably became the flavor of your lips.

He watched as your tongue flattened against the sucker. The flavor melts onto your tongue, coloring it softly at first and slowly growing darker. his eyes were on your tongue. 

He recently has become more infatuated with your tongue and the different colors it would become. He couldn't help it but be..attracted, i guess you could say. 

He had to quickly leave the room in a hurry, making you confused. 

“You alright!” you asked him as he left

he let out a strangled “Yeah!” 

He was in fact not fine. When he got to the bathroom he shut the door and locked it with his back against the door. His head fell back as he panted. His pants were straining so hard it almost hurt. 

He was quickly unbuckling and letting his rock hard cock out. It was beading precum at the tip and the veins were throbbing. His cock twitched. His tip was a deep flushed angry red. 

He swallowed not expecting to be this hard over the color of your tongue. his hand wrapped around his cock immediately his cheeks flushed and he let out a hiss of pleasure “Holy shit” 

His thumb rubbed at the tip and spread the precum down his rock hard cock. The pressure and friction from his own hand made him let out groans. 

His hand sped up making his head fall back and his lips part. He kept stroking his rock hard cock and his mind was completely on you until it wasn't enough anymore and he was cumming. rope after rope of hot white cum shooting out into his own hand in a desperate attempt to keep it from dirtying and soiling the bathroom.

He leaned back against the door painting. His thighs were still shaking a little. Fuck he needs you so badly.

Timeskip

You were simply sat on the couch watching one of those shitty cooking shows on the TV. The lady on the screen was making a strawberry shortcake with a big TV worthy grin.

five never understood why you liked these shows much but his best guess was cause you wanted new ideas. He heard yet again wrapping paper crinkling. His dick already twitched. He looked over and saw you had a blue blow-pop unwrapped and in your mouth. 

Your lips are wrapped around the sweet sucker. The blue color leaves the sucker itself and coloring your tongue this blue color. The color spreads to your lips making it ultra blue. 

Where the fuck are you getting these lollipops anyway? How do you just have one all the time? The weirdest time he has ever seen you have one was when you and him had gone off to the store and you hadn't seen the wet floor sign and slipped onto your back.

>Flashback< 

He looked at you confused as you were on your back looking up at the ceiling. The floor was wet and soaked the back of your jacket. You had a sucker in your mouth that you just randomly pulled from…he doesn't even know where.

“Did you steal that or something?” he asked as his brows were furrowed

you shook your head “Nope”

He opened his mouth but closed it again. He opened it again and decided no again. Finally when he found words he spoke up “Where are all these lollipops coming from?”

“Everywhere”

he sighed and facepalmed. He pulled his hand back and started helping you up “Okay you know what. Come on. The floor is no place for you to rest.”

you let him help you up trying to not be as embarrassed. The back of your jacket was wet and clung to your skin. He sighed and helped take your jacket off. He hung it over his arm and looked at you. He smiled softly and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“You okay?”

you smiled and pushed your cheek into his hand “Im okay.”

“No pain?” he asked softly 

you shook your head. He let a little sigh of relief out.

<End flashback> 

He never understood where they just keep coming from. Obviously your pocket he knew that but why? How did it seem never ending?

“y/n?” he said a little bit choked

you looked over at him “Hmm?”

he swallowed. He couldn't help it. His eyes were dark and intense. It made you freeze up and an ache in your stomach forms. One look from him was all it took for you to lose yourself. 

you let off a nervous chuckle. The way he looked at you made you incredibly nervous and not exactly a bad way. You decided to fuck with him. You smirked and took the lollipop out and licked it slowly.

That was his shattering point.

He couldn't take it anymore. He stood and came to you sitting beside you and pulled the sucker from your mouth and replaced it with his thumb. His thumb pulled down your bottom lip opening you up. 

You let off a startled noise “F-five!”

he growled “Dont fucking talk, princess. Wrap your lips around my thumb. Now.”

you were looking into his eyes. His voice held no room to argue. So you tried but he kept teasing you by putting enough pressure or force to keep your bottom lip from meeting your top. You whined and he finally relented.

He moved his thumb back and forth in your mouth. He hissed at the feeling. “Fucking hell. Such a tease. Licking the lollipop like that making me fucking crazy.”

he gently pulled open your mouth looking inside at your tongue. Your tongue a beautiful blue and your lips painted to match. He kissed you. his tongue entering your mouth. The flavor of blue raspberry was shared. Your tongues tangling. He let off a little moan at the taste and you were melting into it. The kiss dominated by him leaving you breathless and needy. Your pussy aching for attention.

He pulled back, catching his breath. When he got enough breath he finally spoke up “Get on your knees. Now.”

his tone held room for you to say no. Which you sure as shit weren't going to do. You got on your knees between his spread thighs. 

“Good girl. Such a good girl listening to daddy when he tells you to do things.” he smirked his hand going to your head playing with your hair

you looked up at him through your lashes “Just wanna make you proud of me” before he even told you to your hands went to the front of his pants feeling his stiffened cock in his pants so hard and probably painful it was a wonder he had any form of self control. 

You unbuckled his belt and let out his stiffened cock. He hissed feeling the air hit his cock. “Come on baby. Dont leave daddy waiting.”

you didn't need to be told twice. You took his cock into your mouth which made him let out another hiss in pleasure. 

Your movements had him keening. Your lips wrapped firmly around his cock. Your tongue flattened against the underside of his shaft. Your head moving up and down. Your throat relaxing. He was sure he was gonna prematurely blow his load like he was some virgin again. 

“Fuck just like that baby.” his hands pulled your hair back into a makeshift ponytail. You were kinda grateful for that cause you wanted to see his beautiful face and also hair in his mouth no matter the situation was not something you even wished on your worst enemy.

His eyes were locked on you. Hair was in front of his eyes but he could see perfectly. He was entranced by how the blue color had mixed with your spit. His cock glistened with some of your spit. He groaned and his cock was already twitching at the sight of the blue saliva covering his cock and your blue lips wrapped around his shaft. 

He didn't know why he thought it was so hot, he just did. He groaned as he tried to hold back his orgasm but it was soon becoming all he could think about 

“Fuck fuck fuck!” he pushed your head sown his head falling back. You choked a little your eyes widening. he began to move your head for you fucking your face. 

“Fucking perfect girl…driving me fucki ng crazy! Holy shit, I love you! HOLY FUCK!!!” he came down your throat rope after rope. You swallowed it all down and pulled back panting. Your cheeks are red. Your pussy ached and you felt how embarrassingly wet you were. He looked just so good as he came down from his high.

He pulled you up into his lap kissing you gently “You did so well. I didn't hurt you right? not too rough?” He buried his head in your neck taking in your scent. Your scent is sweet like strawberries making him nuts all over again.

you shook your head “No i actually really like it.”

he smiled “You liked it when i was rough?”

you nodded making him smile and lay you down the couch suddenly making you squeak in surprise “Well than baby. I can get rougher. Let me return the favor”

you blushed and let out soft sounds of pleasure as he kissed down your body worshipping every piece of skin that he came in contact with. He worshiped your thighs kissing each of them. up and down. 

He looked up at you asking for permission first which you obviously gave a nod too. He may be going rough tonight but he always wanted consent. Honestly it made you giddy knowing you bagged a good man. 

His head buried itself in our pussy licking and tonguing at your slit making you gasp and your hands hold onto the sheets. “Oh holy hell, five!”

he smirked and his thumb went to your clit rubbing smooth circles making your hole quiver. His tongue entered you, fucking his tongue inside you. Your head fell back onto the pillow, your back arching up. Desire tightened in your belly, arousal made your heart beat faster and the pleasure shot through your body like electricity. 

“Holy fuck five just like that…OH FUCK!” your hand went to his hair as he switched tactics. His lips wrapping around clit sucking and nibbling on the sensitive bud. His fingers in your wet heat moving in and out. 

He curled it just right making you see stars. Your moans got louder and reverberated off the walls. He hummed in delight at your pleasure making you get a joky of pleasure. 

You looked down at him and something about how pussy drunk he got when he ate you and how he looked like he would die happy there made your belly tighten up and send you over the edge, your back arching up and your hands clawing at the bed. 

He drank your juices like they were his favorite drink. His cock rock hard again and he was sure he was gonna blow his load from just seeing this.

He pulled back his chin covered in your nectar making the sight all the more erotic. You were in bliss your body in an high or a buzz. 

He still needed you, badly. He scooted closer, opening your thighs up. You looked up at him 

“Please y/n i need you so badly.” His cock rubbed your sensitive pussy making you shudder. You nodded

he grabbed your chin gently “I need your words.” his eyes were wild with need and lust. He needed to hear you say you wanted him “Use your words for daddy” 

you swallowed back a lump of saliva “Please fuck me daddy” 

five wasn't expecting that and it sent it straight to his cock. He growled and pushed inside making your eyes fly open wide and your lips part.

He stayed still letting you adjust for a minute “Fucking hell baby. The prettiest girl with the tightest fucking pussy.” his forehead fell to your shoulder trying to hold back the urge to just fuck you senseless instead of letting you adjust. You drove him wild.

You were shaking. You felt so full. Everytime you and him did this you felt so full. It honestly kind of shocked you. 

He looked into your eyes searching for any signs of discomfort and when he didn't find any he was relieved. He always worries he might hurt you and when he sees that he isn't its like the world is lifted right off his shoulders. 

“f-five please move. I need you so badly” you said a little whiny and needy

he chuckled “Need my cock so badly huh baby? Don't worry you're getting plenty” before you could process his hips pulled back all the way out and slammed back inside you. His pace was brutal. Rapid Skin upon skin was the filler of the room along with the mix of yours and his sounds of pleasure.

“Take this fucking dick baby. Take it!” he angled himself to get deeper inside making you yelp 

“Oh fuck right there!!” you screamed in bliss. He went closer to you wrapping his arms around you holding you close as he fucked you senseless. His cock brushing your walls. His head burying in your neck taking in the beautiful scents you held upon your skin. 

He felt your pussy convulse and squeezed his cock. “You gonna cum baby? Gonna cum on my fucking dick?” 

you nodded, biting his shoulder. Your hands going down his back. He pulled back a little and kissed you tasting that raspberry flavor still on your tongue “cum for me” he said in between the kiss. 

You couldn't hold back and came on his cock squeezing it like a vice your walls massaging him. He growled and pulled back and looked down watching as you quivered on his cock. He chuckled and watched as your relaxed into the pillows before he broke it and flipped you over onto your stomach catching you off guard 

he leaned down to your ear “Im not fucking finished yet.” he smirked and you could feel it against your ear. His hands wrapped into your hair and pulled a little forcing your head back as he leaned over you so he could look at your face. His hips started up again slamming into yours and into your sensitive pussy. Your body was still so sensitive. you were moaning so loudly surely the neighbors heard.

“Oh fuck five plea-“

he spanked your ass making you yelp and jump. He spanked you again making you bite your lip “What's my name again princess?”

“Daddy please!” you whined out your eyes looking into his eyes.

he gave a sadistic smirk “Good fucking girl” he let go of your hair and his hands went to your hips lifting you up some more and his hand pressed to the middle of your back keeping you down as he fucked you hard and fast. His hips slammed into your ass. Clapping sounds could be heard. 

you looked ao fucked out, stars bursting your body as pleasure took over again. you whined cause this one was strong because of how sensitive you were. “Daddy, I'm so close!”

he chuckled “Yeah your close baby? you close for daddy? You wanna cum, hm?”

you nodded rapidly “Yes daddy i wanna cum! I wanna cum so badly!”

“Beg for it baby. Beg to cum with daddy. Beg to cum on my cock”

you moaned loudly your whines and groans heard around the room and house 

he spanked you again making you jump. His hand went and soothed over your reddened bottom “I didn't hear begging.”

“Please daddy let me cum with you! fill me up! let me cum on your cock!”

he smirked darkly his cock twitching inside you “Get ready baby”

oh god you couldn't take it. his thrusts got rapid as he chased his orgasms. His hips stuttered as he finally came inside you rope after rope of hot white cum. It made your eyes roll back and your own release trigger made your pussy squeeze his cock of everything it was worth. 

After a while of staying like that with his cock buried deep inside as you and him caught your breath, he pulled out his softening cock. He gently flipped you over and crawled over you kissing you tenderly. He pulled back for air looking int your eyes. Your eyes held love and softness for him that he will never ever get tired of seeing. He always felt so special seeing it. His eyes held the same love and softness for you in them and your heart leapt. 

His hand smoothed your hair back “You okay baby? I didn't hurt you?”

you chuckled softly holding his cheek. “No, I'm fine. More than fine actually, I'm great.” 

he chuckled. He looked into your eyes as his own were soft and loving. He kissed you again as he laid down holding you. 

He pulled back for air. He rested his forehead against yours. Your hands holding each others, your bodies close together. “I love you, y/n. I always will.”

you smiled and kissed his nose “I love you to five. I don't know where i would be without you”

you and him laid like that for a while just wrapped in each other's love and care for eachother. You and him went to clean up in the shower afterwards enjoying eachothers company before changing the sheets and blankets before laying down cuddling into each other and taking a nap. You and him were wrapped in love and harmony. That's all that mattered. 

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[fear-is-truth]

i don't know if you've already done this (if you have, i haven't seen it), but, how would the evans do with a girlfriend with a high sex drive? how many times a week, how many rounds, etc. i don't know if some of them could keep up-

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⋆𐙚 ₊ the evans x nympho!gf .ᐟ | nsfw. mdni

ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ kyle spencer ‧ jimmy darling ‧ james patrick march‧ kai anderson

i love this idea sm anon, kissing ur brain rn mwah

⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍.

tate wouldn’t exactly be keeping a tally, but he’d totally match your libido. it’s like he’d been waiting his whole (after)life for someone like you, so he’s not complaining. three times a day? no problem. repeat the same routine every day of the week? sign him up. he’s got nothing but time.

he’d thrive on the attention. tate’s got a lot of insecurities, and having someone who genuinely wants him that much? it’s a massive confidence boost, even if he doesn’t admit it. he’d also loves that it’s your idea most of the time—takes the pressure off him and makes him feel wanted.

verdict: several times a day, so it’s honestly hard to account for.

rounds/stamina: probably 2 rounds per session when he was alive, very clingy afterwards. as a ghost he can’t physically burn out, and he’s just as clingy so you’re in luck.

notes: tate wouldn’t just indulge your high libido—he’d love it and go along it.

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

kit walker is 100% a giver—like, he’s all about making you happy. if you’re a nympho, he’d try his best to keep up. (plus he’s a horny mf too..)

sure, he might get tired after a long day at work, but if you look at him a certain way or tug him towards the bedroom, he’s done for. he might jokingly tease, “darlin’, you’re tryin’ to kill me,” but he’d always be down to fuck, no questions asked.

he’s so husband about it. he wouldn’t just go along with your needs—he’d cater to it. need him to be sweet and slow? check. want things a little more kinky? he’s on board. he’s the type of man to always check in with a soft, “this okay for you, baby?” and genuinely mean it.

he’s probably in awe of your energy. he might be embarrassed the first time he realises how…enthusiastic you are, but once he gets used to it, he’s all in. he’d see it as a sign of how much you love and trust him, which melts his heart every time.

if an “oops” happens, he’d take full responsibility and raise the baby with you lol.

while he’d try to keep up with you, there might be nights when he’s genuinely exhausted from work or parenting duties. in those cases, he’d pull you into his arms and offer a compromise: “how ‘bout i cuddle you tonight, and tomorrow, i’m all yours?” he’d always want to make you feel loved, even if he’s too tired to fully match your energy.

overall, kit would be so sweet and attentive, completely willing to cater to your needs while cherishing how much love and (spiritual + physical) connection you bring into his life.

verdict: he’d love to indulge you as often as you want, but realistically, it would average 6-7 times a week. kit is a family man who wants to make you happy, but he also has a job to manage.

rounds/stamina: 2–3 rounds per session. kit is physically fit and has great stamina but wouldn’t push himself to exhaustion. his priority is making sure you’re satisfied first and foremost.

notes: kit is all about making you feel loved and satisfied, but he’s also very attuned to your comfort. you guys might unintentionally add a new member to your family if you’re not careful—just saying lol (just hope you don’t get snatched by aliens)

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

kyle spencer is the definition the golden retriever boyfriend—sweet, attentive, and always eager to make sure you’re happy (in every sense of the word).

as a frat boy who’s physically active (probably from intramural sports, he’s not a gym bro but still works out), kyle’s got the energy and endurance to keep up with you. if you’re in the mood, he’s down. and he’s definitely very thorough about making sure you’re satisfied—he lives for the gold-star boyfriend role.

there are definitely times when he’s more focused on studying or finishing up a project for class. during those moments, he’ll be sweet about letting you know: “babe, i have to hand in this paper tonight. rain check?”

he’s the kind of guy who’ll compromise, though. he might take a quick break from studying to give you some attention (a quickie or blowjob, depending on time), then dive back into his books after.

post-study reward ! if he’s been putting you off all day, he’ll make it up to you later with extra enthusiasm. kyle’s not the type to do things halfway, so when he does finally focus on you, it’s all about you.

verdict: 4–5 times a week. kyle is sweet and eager to please, so he’d do his best to keep up, even if it means sacrificing some of his study time.

rounds/stamina: 3–5 rounds per session.

⟢ 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.

jimmy has a naturally high sex drive and would match your energy without much hesitation. growing up in the freak show, he’s not exactly a stranger to their… unconventional lifestyles, so he’d embrace your enthusiasm wholeheartedly. “you wanna go again, doll? yeah, i can do that.”

despite his willingness, jimmy would draw a hard line when it comes to anyone else at the freak show getting involved, especially knowing how open and uninhibited the other performers can be about their sexual escapades. while he doesn’t judge them for their choices (cuz he low-key used to be like that), he makes it crystal clear that you’re his and only his.

as for elsa mars, jimmy knows how manipulative she can be and how far she’s willing to go for her ambitions. he’d be paranoid about her trying to use you in one of her schemes, especially after what happened with penny. he’d warn you about her, telling you to steer clear of any “favors” or “opportunities” she might offer.

he’d prioritize your needs above his own, even if it left him worn out. he’d take your super high sex drive as a challenge, always wanting to prove himself capable of keeping up with you. and he’d probably brag about it just a little.

verdict: 8–10 times a week. easy, no problem.

rounds/stamina: could keep up for least 2-3 rounds in a single session, especially when he’s well-rested. however, if he’s had a long day or is emotionally drained, one round might be all he has in him.

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇.

james patrick march is the definition of indulgence and excess, but he’s also a man of particular tastes and high standards—so an energetic, nympho of a partner would definitely be met with mixed feelings.

he’s indulgent, but not always approving: james would absolutely adore the attention and relish in how much you crave him—it would feed into his ego and his possessive streak.

however, he’s also a man of control, and your frequent advances might make him pause. “my darling, while i am most flattered by your… boundless enthusiasm, even i must draw the line somewhere.” (sometimes a man just wants to murder his hotel guests. let the man indulge in his hobby)

he’d appreciate your eagerness, but he’d always make it clear that he sets the terms. if he’s in the mood, he’ll more than rise to the occasion and keep you thoroughly occupied.

oh, when he decides it’s time, he’ll absolutely make you regret pestering him earlier. james is nothing if not thorough, and he’d turn your enthusiasm into a marathon session (picture that scene with the countess… yeah). “now, my darling, this is what happens when you beg a man of my caliber for attention.”

verdict: depends. i’d say at least 10 times a week if he’s really obsessed with you.

rounds/stamina: unlimited, technically. he’s a ghost and doesn’t have the physical limitations of the living. however, he might limit himself for your sake.

notes: james would enjoy your enthusiasm and entertain your requests pretty often. however, he’d insist on keeping things “in moderation” and not letting it interfere with his other pursuits (murder)

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

okay, let’s be real—kai absolutely has the stamina to keep up with a nympho gf. dude’s wired on adderall and his own ego, so when he’s into it, he’s really into it. could probably go all night if he’s in the mood.

here’s the thing: kai’s got a lot on his plate—councilman duties, plotting world domination, a cult to run. so if you really pushed him, interrupted his plans one too many times, or just kept teasing him when he was trying to focus? he’d make you pay for it later—like, to the point where you can’t walk straight for days.

smug as hell about it too, tossing out things like, “maybe next time you’ll think twice before being such a needy little bitch, huh?”

but if he’s in a petty mood—or just wants to watch you suffer—he’d force you to hump his thigh while he’s not lifting a finger to help. or even outright forbid you to even touch yourself…and the bastard would enjoy every second of it.

but he’s not completely heartless, not when it benefits him. when he’s too busy to fully cater to you, he’ll let you sit on his lap and cockwarm him while he’s working at his desk. it’s his way of keeping you close while staying focused on his agenda.

if kai has a rare moment of downtime, you’re all he’s thinking about. he’d probably find your enthusiasm flattering (in an “of course you can’t resist me” kind of way) and give in with a casual, “alright, i’ll let you tire yourself out on my dick.”

verdict: 3–5 times a week. sometimes more. he’d only indulge your high sex drive when he has time and isn’t busy scheming or running his cult.

rounds/stamina: 3–4 rounds on average, but on rare occasions, he might go 5–6 rounds in one night just to prove a point.

notes: he’d alternate between indulging you until you’re begging for mercy and withholding just to torture you. a shitty boyfriend but the sex is bomb.

[enkvyu]

3:36pm — gojo satoru;

perhaps it's because gojo has never needed to drive, that makes him so bad at it.

you clutch the handle on the car door with a deathly grip as gojo manhandles the steering wheel, a cheerful tune on his lips. one elbow rested on an open window, the other casually caressing the wheel, his feet playing toesies with both the brake and the accelerator, you wonder if this was the end for you. at least he was wearing his sunglasses today.

what kind of confidence allows him to drive one handed, you wonder, but the thought is quickly rammed into the crevices of your mind as the car takes another sudden turn. you think you vaguely hear gojo hum a quick "oops, almost missed the exit!" but you'd rather believe he didn't.

you can't even focus on the scenery as it darts past the window, but it looks akin to something from a scifi film when an eager cast of space pilots jump a wormhole. except you’re neither an astronaut nor in space, you’re just an unfortunate soul stuck in a car driven by your best friend.

"that wasn't so bad." gojo chuckles, sparing getou and shoko a glance through the mirror.

"was that the grim reaper i saw around that past corner?" shoko asks, holding her cigarette with a shaky hand. you've never seen her tremble like that before.

"you saw it too?" getou groans, almost taking up the entire space in the backseat as he was previously relocated when gojo decided to take up the challenge of tackling an intersection. "my whole body is sweating. i don’t think i’ve ever sweated this hard in my life"

"don't get your gross germs in my car. and shoko, where did the cigarette come from? didn't i tell you no smoking inside?" gojo complains. his eyes flicker back on his best friend as he doesn’t receive an answer. "i'm being serious, getou, don't sweat on my car, i just got it today!"

"so why are you testing fate with every corner?" your words raise an octave as you look forward again, gojo's car swerving around another one incoming. "gojo, watch out!"

the driver’s face through the tinted window of the other car reflects your own as they barely skim the encounter. an angry voice pokes out from the window but the noise is lost as gojo drives on, completely unfazed.

a series of beeps chase after gojo’s car, and amidst the chaos, was that a siren? the right side of the car flies up as gojo rides over the curb before settling harshing back on the asphalt road. he glances over his shoulder and mutters: “who put a tree in the middle of the road?” under his breath.

your fingers dig into the car door. they hover over the handle, ready to flick it open and jump out.

"eyes on the road!" getou calls from the back.

"my parents told me it's impolite to not look the person you're talking to in the eye!" gojo all but sings.

"let me out." shoko says quietly, and when she's ignored she says it again. "gojo, let me out!"

"you're driving on the wrong side!” your shriek comes out unprepared. “move over the line!"

"it's a double line, that's illegal."

"are you serious? tell me you're not serious. hurry up and move, there's a car coming!"

“i think we’re being chased!”

"stop the car, i want out!"

"we're not even at the school yet, i can't stop now."

someone had to stop him.

"gojo!" you scream. "i want to stop by the convenience store, stop the damn car!"

he glances over at you and you really wish he didn't, because he has to spin the wheel a whole 360 and more to miss a parked car. "why didn't you say so? of course we can stop. now that you mention it, i'm craving icecream."

"i'll get you all the icecream you want if you could just pull over." getou offers from the back. glancing back, you see a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"getou, your sweat." you sob and he hastily rubs it away.

"i'm sorry gojo, please don't keep driving because of this."

gojo huffs. "i already said i was stopping. why is everyone acting so weird today?"

the car revs, swerves and spins completely around, throwing you out of your seat. “i saw a store back this way.” the driver says.

getou dominos over on top of shoko who can no longer vocally complain as her throat was seized by fear. you look over at the maniac who caused this situation and realise it was him making the woop woop! noise. you had thought you were hallucinating.

gojo approaches the carpark, yet to everyone's dismay he doesn't slow. "trust me guys, i saw this move in a dream." when no one says anything, he decides its because he needs to clarify. "it was prophetic."

the car continues, accelerates even, as he beelines towards a single parking slot sandwiched between two other cars. there's no way, you think, but gojo was always about doing the impossible. was that shoko praying in the backseat? you didn’t realise she was religious.

just as you were sure you were going to crash, gojo spins the wheel, jerking the car around before reversing straight into the parking slot.

your head slams against the headrest painfully before being forcefully yanked upwards again. the momentum knocks the air out of your lungs and you gasp. distantly, you hear getou groan in pain and when you look back, you find shoko on the floor.

"so?" gojo turns to smile at you, brightly. "how was it?"

you smile back and throw up all over him.

[prettypinkporkchop]

Hear me out, paul x reader, who's super oblivious like paul will flirt with them relentlessly, trying so hard to let them know he likes them, but readers just like "Yeah we just made out bet we do that some times because he's such a good friend🤭" and paul and the rest of the pack are just riping there hair out because omfg

Your phone lights up on the table next to you. Quil is sitting beside you, eating sandwiches Emily made. You knew it's a snap from Paul, but you left it alone for now. The sandwich is too good. Quil side eyes you. "You gonna get that?" He raises an eyebrow. "In a minute." You stuff your mouth more. "You that boy is madly in love with you." He chuckles and looks at Emily for support. "Yes, duh, I'm his imprint. But, it doesn't mean he likes me like that." You roll your eyes. As Paul and Billy Black said, the bond could be anything. "Y/n, don't be dumb. He flirts with you so hard. It's pathetic." He laughs. Emily laughs with him. You ignore them, making Quil open your snap since everyone knows you don't have a pass code. (LOL me). Quil bursts into laughter and shows you what he sent you. You look and see the gif above. He just got off patrol. "He's just letting me know that he's about to be here!" You grab your phone and watch it in awe but try to be chill about it.

Later that evening, you sit in the back of Paul's truck, playing on your phone. Everyone is in the woods on the cliff. The pack is cliff diving. Emily and Kim are wedding planning for Kim and Jared. They sit on chairs right next to you.

You're jumped out of your phone when a pair of hands grab your thighs. Your eyes land on Paul's eyes. He smiles down at you and kisses your cheek. "Hey, pretty lady." He smirks. "Hey, Paul!" You pipe up. He sits next to you on the truck and wraps his arm around you, his hand gripping your waist. "You're driving me crazy today." He whispers in your ear. You giggle and face him. "I don't mean to." You aren't so sure what he means by that.

A couple of days later, you and the pack are playing in the water. It's a bit cold and you didn't pack any extra clothes. It was a last-minute fun thing. You step out of the water, shivering! Sam is sitting in the sand and calls out to Paul. "Lahote! She's cold!" You sit next to Sam and see Paul running up to you. He has the ball in his hand. The pack joins behind him. "Paul! You took the damn ball." Quil calls out. Dropping the ball on the sand, he grabs you and places you on his lap. Your shivering stops as you feel the heat going through you. You lay your head on his chest. "I should get you into my clothes tonight. That'll be hot." Paul laughs. The whole pack groans.

"So, is Paul your boyfriend yet?" Jared looks at you. Embry raises his eyebrow at you. "No, guys! It's not even like that. Boy doesn't like me.' You argue and throw the pen you using at Jared. You realize what you did when you look down at the paper that has the wedding stuff planned out. "Damn it. Jared, could you go-?" He laughs and shakes his head. "You're out of your mind." You groan and lean your head back. "Oop. Here it comes." Embry laughs. You feel a pair of lips on yours. You know who it is, and you grab his face. He pulls back, and you open your eyes. "Hey, my girl." He smiles. "Hey, my friend."

The guys start laughing. Paul pinches the bridge of his nose. "FRIEND ZONED!!!" Embry calls out. Paul starts to walk away. You get confused and walk after him. "Maybe he'll tell her." Jared looks at Embry.

He turns to face you and sighs. "Y/n, you do realize what we have, right?" He grabs your shoulders and looks into your eyes. "Yes. A bond." You reply. "You know everything. Do you... like me?" He asks. You blush and look down. "I do. But I get it if you don't like me back." He groans and grabs your face. "I'm in love with you." He crashes his lips on yours.

[queenofallimagines]

hi there!! may i ask some obey me hcs where mc is a professional volleyball player (like of they would watch her tems matchs, how they cheer and things like that) and has a personality like oikawa when she's not playing, but turn into a queen of the court (like kageyama 🕺) when playing? tysm!

A/n: I’m literally so mad I didn’t see this b4 bc I’m watching the haikyuu movie sobbing over karasuno VS nekoma😫 but absolutely! Also I noticed how this got more nsfw closer to the end😭 couldn’t help it😔

Lucifer:

- impressed

- He did think you had a nice body when he first saw you

- But then he hears your trying out for the RAD volleyball team?

- Poor human can’t stand on the same court against literal demons??

- Is what he thought

- He sees Beel ecstatic about your first game and he’s hyping you up sm

- Lucifer goes bc if you get heir he will step in to defend you

- Yk when hinata does his thing and the whole stadiums jaws drop?

- That’s WHAT HAPPENED HERE

- He sees you effortlessly setting to your teammates like you rly are running this show

- Made you captain at tryouts bc hell yeah!!

- They call you the demon Ruler of the court fr

- Imagine being so cocky and prideful and then getting home and being like all chill and regular chaotic

- He thinks your cheating real BAD

- He can’t play but he’s like nah okay against me you can use no spells

- Asmo is making cute merch to wear to your games

- Levi has already watched all your tapes form the human world he’s a expert and he’s never seen a volleyball before

- When you wipe the floor w him he’s like okay,,, maybe you are just that good

- That speed and serve is something dangerous

- When you get his pact he’s at EVERY game

- The way he can feel the pride running through you when you play, and the smirk on your face sends a chill up your spine when you look down on the other team

- He can and will have his hands all over you after a game

- Sorry like he’s euphoric the whole time it’s like edging almost

- Can’t deny how you look in your tight uniform is very appealing too

- Asmo too he can feel the lust for you in the room and he’s LOVING IT

- Brags whew he he gets the chance

Mammon:

- yeah he’s placing bets

- He comes to see you at practice because he skipped class and he knows if he shows up at home without you he’s in trouble

- So he does to idle around

- Jaw literally drops when he sees you obliterate the other side of the court

- Feels greed burning in him and can’t tell if it’s him or you

- The drive to win radiating off of you in waves

- It’s overwhelming

- “When we’re us g’unna tell me you can do THAT?!”

- “You never asked.”

- Lucifer feels a chill when mammon asks you if he can place bets on you winning

- Shows up to every game

- WILL oversee merch sales

- Has a jersey of yours he wears to sleep

- Runs the Stan page w asmo

- Will make sure your gear is in tip-top shape

- Brings you snacks before and after practice

- You think it’s all financially motivated and like 70% is but he’s like so happy and proud of you

- Right w Beel cheering the loudest at your games

- Nobody can even say anything bad bc he will argue them DOWN

- Buys all your jerseys and then saves all the tickets to your games

- Will show up w flowers

- Also sneaks from class to your practices bc he is a SUCKER for that volleyball shorts and knee pad combo

- Watches your games on replay

- Seems like the type to jack off to your games too

- Biggest hype man and will give you a ‘reward’ if you play extra hard during a game

Levi:

- he likes sports anime

- And probably will compete in a swimming event at some school festival bc duh

- But he hears Beel and mammon gushing over you play sports and is like okay well my Henry is so talented but whatever

- Almost died when you come home all sweaty and tired from practice like oop

- Suddenly binge watching every volleyball anime there IS

- Might as well be your coach

- Applies to be manager but like he’s one of the seven lord of hell lmao who’s gunna tell Levi no??

- Yall are kiyoko and Tanaka

- Very cute

- Also wearing merch w asmo they made

- Gets patches of your number to put on his everyday jacket

- Also wears your jersey to sleep

- ALSO ALSO a sucker for them volleyball fits

- Makes sure you’re always hydrated and the gym is the perfect temperature to play games in

- Guilty pleasure is that he really likes seeing you sweaty and panting

- Way how’s your games the way oikawa watches other teams to see how they play

- Actually good at making strategies and figuring out the letters in other teams

- Wants you to teach him to play

- Not bc he wants too but bc you’ll have to help adjust his posture and he can see you spike a lot

- Gets a thrill off of feeling the small bit of envy you feel when you see another good team or they manage to score on you

- Mayyyyyy encourage a little more envy bc you spike the ball even harder and you glare even more

- Yknow he has a thing for you to be mean

- So he’s like biting his lips hearing you trash talk the other team

- Also like mammon where he will have recordings of your games to jack off too

- “You pathetic worm know your place”

- He’s never moaned louder

Satan:

- reads books on Volleyball

- Likes to be wellread and can impress you with terms

- Hears Beel be excited and sneaks off to see you practice

- Slides in slick compliments

- He’s cheeky to a fault

- “I have to ask, do you like volleyball for the adrenaline or is it for the cute outfit?”

- Tease him because he’s not even good at hiding that he’s looking

- “I don’t know. So you like coming to my games to watch me win or stare at my ass?”

- The cat was too stunned to speak

- Chose to come to your games because he was at home alone while everyone else was at your game

- And he was doing some ‘Self Care’

- And he got this lighting bolt of please up his spine

- Needless to say he made quite of a mess

- Hears everyone hyping you up when they come back

- “Remind me to never make ya mad okay MC?”

- “I would!~ the way they were glaring after they slammed the ball down made my heart flutter.”

- Had to go see what the fuss was for himself

- The grunts and yells are really making him hot under the collar

- Used your game tickets as bookmarks

- It makes him smile

- He’s such a tween girl in love he’ll like decorate them in his spare time like maybe press flowers and glue them on encasing it all in resin

- Heart eyes

- Giggles at your trash talk

- Loves seeing you fr have beef w people

- Setters for some reason always have beef during a game idk WHAT IT IS but like they all was glaring daggers

- He’s deeply interested in the setter beef

- “So what’s the story with you and that other setter👀 I could feel a little tension in the air.”

- My hc is that his pact mark is always on your dominant fist

- Bc like yknow punching

- So he feels the sting of your hand when you hit the ball and he rly likes it

- Will offer to massage you after a game when you’re all tired

- An excuse to get nasty and he will spank you w the same hand

- Sigh he can’t help himself unfortunately

Asmo:

- Oh he’s hype

- He’s not one for playing sports

- Buuuuut he does like the appeal of the slutty outfits and seeing people be all aggressive and sweaty

- So when he hears Beel mention you’re tying out for the team he’s immediately intrigued

- He’s probably an honesty cheerleader

- So he’s going to be there dressed to the 9 in YOUR colors every game

- Like not the school colors he’s dripped out in your signature color schemes

- Even somehow gets ahold of an old jersey from the human world and rules it in many outfits

- Brags to people that he has one and it’s signed(pls sign it for him)

- Wears earrings w your number and name on it

- That trope where the head cheerleader kisses the star player bc they’re dating after the game is very him

- Puts in his cutest lipgloss and kisses your cheek

- “Well if it’s you I don’t mind getting all sweaty and out of breath with you~”

- Like I said before he’s feeling off the lust for you in the air

- The lust his brothers feel, the audience, your lust for winning

- He’s intoxicated by it

- He feels his pact mark pulsing and it makes him giggle

- You’d think he’s tickled pink

- But he’s laughing bc he’s about to go crazy after this mf game

- Is hyper focus on how your outfit stretches over you when you move

- Watches you work out

- Bc like let’s be real he’s down to mess round in the gym showers

- Another one to give you a nice ‘Reward’ for playing so well

- Has all these suspiciously seductive pictures of you playing like when did he even take this picture of you bending over??

- Can’t help but to let his hands wander

- Instead of having a jersey to sleep in he will sleep in your whole uniform

- Like you’re looking for it in the morning to go to practice and he’s sleeping in it

- “Well not it smells like me!”

- Sigh

- Well want to get nasty in it but he’s torn between you in it or him in it

- Hardest decision in your life

- Asmo and Levi decked out in your merch and Levi stalks the Stan pages for the best pictures and asmo runs like 3 of em

Beel:

- my beautiful beloved!

- You come meet him at fangol practice and ask him if they have any other sports

- He mentions offhandedly that the volleyball team is doing tryouts for the new season and you’re like 👀 bet let’s see how yall play

- Comes with you to make sure you don’t get like picked on or anything

- Amazed by seeing what you can do and how confident you get

- Went from like shy brand new human to being the demon ruler of the court he’s so hyped

- “MC where did you learn to do that??”

- “Hard work and a lot of spite✨”

- If anyone got something to say no tf they don’t bc he’s your bodyguard

- Makes sure your games aren’t scheduled at the same time bc he’s not missing your games

- Enjoying your games when he feels a familiar feeling of hunger

- He heard all the other brothers talking about their pact marks feeling funny but he’s like meh

- Starts thinking that maybe you didn’t eat enough before the game

- But when he sees you smiling as your team wins he understands

- That gluttony you feel isn’t towards food but volleyball

- Huh. Interesting

- Not one to immediately get nasty after a game he will want to treat you to snacks first but he mayyyy want to help you get charged after practice

- I mean like you’re exhausted and your muscles are all sore like it’s totally innocent!!

- Wears your jersey number as a patch on his jacket

- But also would have a cute necklace w the number on it like right along w his gold chain

- Whew

- Dangles over your face when he fucks you

- He’s glad you both can workout together 🥰

Belphegor:

- sleepy

- Not really interested in sports

- But he goes to heels games to cheer him on

- Beel drags him to a game of yours

- Likes how hot you look playing

- Like Satan will make comments about the outfit

- “Are you sure the shorts are supposed to be that short?”

- “They don’t restrict my movement”

- “Hm…. Good to know.”

- Another who steals your jersey and sleeps in it

- Might put it over a pillow to sleep on

- Lazily wants to hold you after a game night

- “Mmmm just rest, you’ve done so much moving around relax with me.”

- Sweeps you into sweet dreams whether you want to sleep or not

- Will have his own wet dreams about you in your outfit

- Will go to the game and cheer with asmo to hype you up

- Likes seeing you set the ball to your teammates and how you can read their minds and direct the game

[weoris]

- IDOL BOYFRIEND JAEHYUN!

· boynextdoor | idol!myung jaehyun x idol, gn!reader · other. fluff, kissing, skinship, angst, crying he calls ‎ ‎ ‎ reader clingy (big oops!) requested. 803 words.

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IDOL BOYFRIEND JAEHYUN! who had never been in relationship before, but knew it was love at first sight when he saw you passing his dressing room.

who fell so hard, that when he came to ask you out, you almost had to stop him from kneeling and begging on the inkigayo floor..

IDOL BOYFRIEND JAEHYUN! who was the sweetest boy you had ever met. he’d drive to your company building and wait for you after practise, completely ignoring the risk of the tabloids.

who pulled you out of that practise room the minute you had finished, dragging you to an empty room just to shower you with kisses and affection.

“I’ve been waiting forever, baby, don’t make me stop..” he says between kisses to your cheeks and neck, making you giggle and hug him close.

who brought you back to his dorm and clung to you the whole way. even after he showered, where he slowly walked towards you and carried you in his arms, placing you on the table just to hug you again and have you dry his hair..

IDOL BOYFRIEND JAEHYUN! who hated having to keep his relationship a secret.. he wanted to show you off, show everyone how much he loved and spoiled you.

“It’s so hard.. I barely see you anymore, baby..” he pouted, hugging you into his chest softly as you hummed and wrapped your arms around his torso. “I know.. I hate it too..” you muttered.

IDOL BOYFRIEND JAEHYUN! who had become more wary and anxious of getting caught, he pushed you away like he didn’t want to be seen with you at all, even with friends who knew.

who hated fights with you even more. who hated how he pushed you away when you kept trying to visit him. who wanted to take back when he called you clingy and whiny..

who’s members had to deal with jaehyun’s constant whining and cries about missing you the whole night, comforting him and sighing as he ate up all the ‘heartbreak ice cream’.

who saw you the next day in the music bank building.. and who hated when you gave him the cold shoulder. especially when you were so nice to the male mc and so cheery during your performance.

he loved watching you perform, but this time, his heart ached whenever you came up on stage.. his pout quivers and he almost tears up when he sees your pretty ending fairy, wishing he was up there to pick you up and give you a million kisses like he used to..

“Jaehyun, it’s been a day. Relax, you’re not gonna die without them.” Sungho said, rolling his eyes as he got his makeup fixed. Jaehyun turned around and glared at him. “I am dying without them.”

IDOL BOYFRIEND JAEHYUN! who couldn’t find the courage to speak to you during the show, making you feel even more hurt and angry on the rude home.

your members have each other a worried look, knowing something was up when you didn’t leave your room at all yesterday, when Jaehyun didn’t come running to you after your performance and wishing you congratulations, not even after the win, which you couldn’t celebrate due to your upset mood.

IDOL BOYFRIEND JAEHYUN! who came rushing to your dorms after his show, wincing at the glare your members gave him. who came knocking on your door, to which you gave no answer. who spewed out apologies helplessly and slid down the door and onto the ground, expecting no hope of you opening it.

who widened his eyes when he saw you finally open you door, looking back and gasping at the sight of your red eyes and pouty lips. who embraced you immediately and walked back to your bed, sitting down on it and pulling you to stand between his legs by the touch on the back of your thighs, his head against your stomach.

“I don’t wanna fight with you.. I was an idiot. I don’t think you’re clingy, I was just scared.. I’m sorry, take me back? I don’t wanna lose you, baby.. please..” he kept pleading, bringing you closer to him. he sighed softly when you brought your hands up to knit through his hair. “You never lost me..”

IDOL BOYFRIEND JAEHYUN! who posted a mirror selfie of him holding you in his arms, kissing your neck softly with your account tagged that very same night, not caring what his manager or his company said.. who then received a scolding for being so careless with his posts, for causing such headlines the next day.

who didn’t care, because it was all worth it, seeing the smile on your face, knowing you felt comforted at the thought that he wanted the whole world to know, that you were his and he was yours.

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Happy Birthday Old Man || Old Man!Logan drabble

warnings: none, maybe a little sad

a/n: I can't believe Hugh is 56. He's now 33 years older than me. For now. (it'll be 32 next week but that's not much better oops)

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Logan's back ached worse than normal today. It's been a pretty shit day to be fair. The fall weather only made his bones creak more and it's homecoming season meaning all those asshole rich kids with daddies money rent a limo. Stupid high schoolers who think they're being sneaky with their drinking making a mess in his car. He charged double the price after one of them puked all over his seats.

Glancing at the clock in his limo he sees that its finally time to go home. His mind drifts as he drives and drives. Only thinking about you as he nears closer to home. A part of him wonders why you're still here. He can't give you the best life. He can't give you any life. He's dying. Still you stay with him. Taking care of him. Why? He'll never really understand. As he pulls into the dark driveway he sees the lights still on in the kitchen.

"Honey," He calls as he stumbles inside.

"Logan!" You smile as you appear from the kitchen. It's nearly 3 in the morning and yet the smile on your face stays. He collapses into a chair. Groaning as his bones creak and pain shoots through his whole body.

"I'm alright." He says with a tired smile, he's lying but he can't stand to see you look so pitiful. Not at him. You sigh as you go over and start to massage his shoulders. Kissing his forehead as he melts into your touch.

"Are you hungry?" You ask. He nods. To be honest he doesn't really eat much anymore. At least nothing healthy. You disappear into the kitchen only to come back covering something with your hands. Slowly you move your hand to reveal a small cupcake with a candle in it.

"What's this honey?" You place the cupcake by his side and smile.

"It's your birthday." He furrows his brows as he thinks. Was it really? God he lost track of his birthday a long time ago.

"You sure?" You laugh and bring the cupcake up to his face.

"Very. Charles told me a while ago. I know that you aren't big on celebration but..." You drift off, starting to regret your silly little idea. He breathes in and blows out the candle. Suppressing a cough as he plucks the candle out.

"Thanks." He digs his finger into the frosting. It's sweet, just like you. It's also homemade. He can see the flour on your face and clothes.

He almost feels guilty. For being the lucky one who gets your love. All your hard work just to make him a cupcake for the birthday he forgot about. What could he have possibly done to deserve this? He rips off a piece of the cupcake and holds it up to your mouth. Feeding you the soft cake and getting frosting on your face.

"Logan," You gently scold him. Picking up some of the frosting yourself and smearing it on his cheek.

"Hey!" He smacks your hand away and pulls you into his lap. He kisses the frosting off your face and you gently wipe away the frosting on his cheek. He groans when he moves just a little too quick and you get off of him immediately. Settling in between his legs instead.

"I'm fine honey, promise." You smile and rest your head on his knees. You try to hide your sadness as you look at the man in front of you. You love him and you don't know how much time you have left with him. But you push that thought away. It's his birthday. Another year and he's still here.

"Happy birthday Logan." You stay by his side as he rests in the chair. Basking in the soft moment for as long as you can.

"Thank you honey," Happy birthday to the old man.

Now all you can do is hope he makes it to his next one.

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 41

part 1 | part 40 | ao3

FUCKING. FINALLY. welcome back and happy new year babies! cw: this is just porn. D/s vibes but nothing formally discussed. smidge of subspace, mild to moderate pain play, oops! all nipple play. minors i will spray you with bear mace i swear to god

The hand under his shirt moves higher up, fingertips skimming his sternum, weaving through his chest hair; tugging, just a little. “Good?” Eddie checks. His voice is light, relaxed and conversational like he isn't driving Steve crazy, working his fingers in maddening little circles that make Steve's lungs forget how to work.

Steve goes to say yeah, but then Eddie pinches his left nipple and all that comes out is: “Fuck.” Quietly gasped at the ceiling, panting when Eddie doesn't let go.

No one's ever touched him there before.

Not on purpose; not like this.

Eddie's fingers are fucking jumper cables; he rolls the stiffening nub between his forefinger and thumb, and electricity bursts from the point of contact down the length of Steve's whole spine — settles in the small of his back and makes him lurch off the floor with a wordless groan.

"God," Eddie breathes, rolling his hips against Steve's thigh. Slow and filthy and hard, painting a wet spot on his sweats. Steve can feel it against his leg, the tiniest little dot blooming at the tip; knows that if he looked down he'd see it spreading dark and damp. God. God.

Eddie shoves Steve's shirt up under his arms and chases his fingers with his tongue. Licks the battery; makes Steve jolt. "Knew you'd be like this," he says, searing eye contact as he dips to swirl the pointed tip of his tongue against the peak. He blows a stream of cool air until Steve squirms underneath him, then crawls up to press his lips to the lobe of Steve's ear, breath hot against him as his tongue flicks out to taste. "Knew you’d be sensitive here, too." His fingers play with the skin he left pebbled and spit-slick. "You’re so responsive, aren’t you?”

Shame or something like it scorches Steve’s cheeks like a brand, and he curls up to hide in the crook of Eddie’s neck. Squeezes his eyes shut, focuses on hot skin and fine stubble. Warm. Safe.

"Sorry," Eddie chuckles in his ear. “Too much?”

Steve shakes his head. Doesn't want to hear the word 'sorry' right now; thinks it sounds weird in Eddie's mouth. Thinks it has no business here.

Eddie rocks his hips against him. “Gonna tell me if it is?”

Steve nods mutely, curling in tighter and rolling his forehead over Eddie’s collarbone, the fabric soft against his nose.

"Gonna tell me with your words?” Eddie teases, voice low.

Steve tries; he tries, okay? But all that comes out is another weak moan, a reedy whimper high in his throat, and he can't uncurl himself; can't shake the flood of nerves or shame or— he doesn't know what. Doesn't understand what's happening: why he's rolled up like a pill bug, why he's shaking like a leaf, making all these pathetic, needy noises like some wound-up nervous virgin, but Eddie's hard against him, and his rings are tickling his ribs, and he can't fucking stop now; can't find his words, can't work his tongue.

Eddie fists his free hand in the hair at Steve's nape, pulls him out of hiding and looks at him with narrowed eyes.

It's mean. It's hot. Steve wants to stare without blinking; desperately wants to look away.

Eddie's tongue runs over his lip, considering and almost rude, like tsk, tsk, tsk; whatever will we do with you? and then he twists Steve's nipple hard.

“F-fu—!” Steve stutters, whimpering in shock. Eddie pinches harder, eyes narrowing to slits, and it hurts; it fucking hurts, but it snaps him out of it. Whatever it was. “Yes!” he gasps, hips bucking without thought.

"Ah," Eddie bites back a pleased grin, "so you do know how to answer me. That's good." He shifts his weight onto his elbow and gives Steve's abused nipple a sharp flick, asking in a bored tone, "Yes what, baby boy?"

Holy shit; holy shit. Steve couldn't possibly remember now. “Yes," he babbles, guessing, "I'll— I'll do it; do whatever, just— fuck. Eddie. Eddie, please.”

“Close enough," Eddie relents. Smiling wide, teeth sunk into his bottom lip; sadistic fucker's loving this. He gives Steve's nipple a soothing pat (or rather, a pat that would be soothing if his skin wasn't still stinging from the vicious treatment a second ago), and says, "I’ll be nice this time.”

Steve gawks at him. Lifts up on his elbows so he can do it properly. “That was you being nice?”

"Sure was." He sighs a happy hum and gives another languid thrust, cock flexing on Steve's thigh, and a pulse thuds between their bodies. Steve can't tell whose pulse it is, whose blood is singing in whose veins. Eddie taught him something once about resonant frequency — symphonies of synchrony, he said, or something like it; all wistful and blissed out on the tail end of a joint — and Eddie kisses him now and when he bends to nip his Adam's apple, Steve feels the murmured words reverberate inside his throat. “You wanna see me get a little mean?”

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part 42

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