#or they both can be but the guy better know his place

[totalswag]

I have a request... maybe reader is popular on tiktok and she does that thing on tiktok "raw next question" jokingly but he sees the video and responds

raw next question? ⎯ RAFE CAMERON

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summary you jokingly leave a comment underneath rafe cameron's tiktok thinking nothing of it because of the trend going around. the following day he responds back with interest.

warning(s) little bit of cursing, mentions of drinking.

Several people have used the term "raw next question" on tiktok to describe their celebrity crushes, influencers, or people they find attractive in general. You even got them.

On an ordinary Friday, you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your for you page while the television played. You just came across Rafe Cameron's tiktok video where he posted slides of himself. 

Rafe Cameron is a popular guy on the app who every girl fantasizes about. He became popular after posting a tiktok of himself. A few months ago, he followed you on tiktok and instagram⎯you followed back on both.

You won't lie, he's an attractive guy⎯he knows he is. Neither of you have commented under each other's post before⎯you thought why not comment and see what happens.

"Should I do it?" You casually ask yourself as if you were in deep thought, "fuck it."

yourusername: raw next question?

⇾ fan2: umm ariana what are you doing here???

⇾ fan5: this is so unexpected but HELL YEAH

⇾ fan3: not her being BOLD 😭

After leaving your comment on Rafe's tiktok, you placed your phone down and resumed watching your movie. You felt your phone vibrate as supporters responded and making edits of Rafe and you. 

You honestly hoped on the trend but knew what would come from it after submitting the comment. Supporters know you will shoot your shot without thinking⎯you only live once.

The next day, you had two best friends over, Evelyn and Zoie. Three of you are having a girls' night that includes making dinner, drinking, playing games, baking, and watching movies. 

Evelny and you were gathering the ingredients for the cookies when Zoie let out a loud gasp while holding her phone, causing you two to look up, anxious. 

"What happened?" Evelyn and you speak in unison, setting everything down and walking over⎯looking over on both Zoie's shoulders.

"Rafe Cameron responded to your comment, Y/N," and all mouths dropped to the floor.

You freeze, your stomach doing a little somersault. “What?!”

You sigh and take Zoie's phone, saying, "Let me see."

There he is, sitting casually in a chair, the lighting soft and golden, his blonde hair slightly tousled. He’s rocking back and forth, staring off into the distance like he’s deep in thought. Then, slowly, he glances down at his phone.

The frown on his face shifts—subtly at first, then into a sly smirk. He leans forward, looking directly at the camera. “Uh-huh,” he says, his voice low and teasing.

"Y/N, you better say something because he's definitely interested," she replies. "I gotta agree with Zoie on this one," Evelyn adds, folding her arms and nodding to Zoie in agreement. 

"Let me check my phone first to see if he's messaged me," you say with a hint of eagerness and excitement, "plus I mainly commented to join the trend..." you trail off.

"Yeah sure" Zoie sarcastically remarks, leaning forward, shaking her head side to side.

instagram: rafecameron sent you a message

rafe cameron: hey! bold move, I think we should talk. 

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[lov3darlings]

darlings thoughts, figureskater!reader (18+)

cw: smut obviously, cock warming, implied sugar daddy, age gap

thinking about being lando norris' controversially young gf who acts like it's a six year age gap is not thattt big. besides f1 fans are not new to controversial relationships in the new grid. he's spoiling you with whatever he can. new blades with your name on it and his initials in very tiny font that the cameras can't catch. he's buying you multiple replicas of the same dress so that he can tear it off of you after every competion.

irrespective of your stance on the podium. well, it does matter. when you get the gold he's the sweet guy but anything less than that awaits a punishment. he says that he's pushing you to your best abilities better than you coach.

each quad jump, spin, new world record made or broken foesters rewards like those stella mccartney shoes you said you wanted, that vera wang dress, a Laferrari, his fingers, his cock. whatever you like.

"there's my champ, my girl," he says pulling you into a hug as the gold medal hung around your neck and another grand prix final champion title, metaphorically, on your shoulders. "you were amazing out there as always," he mumbled into your neck making you blush. his behaviour even in bed is usually sweet, singing your praises as he stretches out your cunt.

the green dress, previously adorned in rhinestones and glitter torn down to shreddes on the bedroom floor along with your skin coloured tights. the gold medal and team jacket somewhere along the pile of clothes.

"lan—"you sobbed, coming undone on his cock. "your sweet cunt was made for my cock," he groans, bullying his cock into your cunt until he came. his cum painting your walls white. lando shoved his middle and ring finger into you cunt, stuffing the sitcky liquid back. your legs were already aching from the competion. you sure would be sore tomorrow.

he adjusts himself between you thighs. your legs over his shoulder and his face between your weeping cunt. already overstimulated, you try to push him away as he peppers kisses on your sore cunt. "don't you dare push me away. you're gonna take it like the champ you are," he bits on your inner thigh. "aren't you one doll? aren't you my champ, my pretty girl?" he asks before lapping up at your juices.

he knows how much you crave his praise, his validation. motherfucker knows how to get his way to you heart and your cunt.

lando is undoubtedly a jealous man and it shines (in bed) when you have pair performances for gala.

"didn't know he paid for the skates and dresses you wear huh?" he cocks his head to side. his cock burried in you but not doing anything. "baby please," you mumbled, trying to move in his lap to get some friction but his arms on your waist kept you in locked in a place.

"please what, darling?" he smirked. "please just do something," you buried your head in his neck. "something like this?" he asks, suddenly thrusting in you earning a squeal of a moan. "yeah," you breathe in.

"well then gorgeous, come on beg for it, say who you belong to," he pinches your waist. "baby please, please fuck me, i belong to you. please, please, please just fuck me." yeah you weren't afriad of a little begging if it meant he fucked you well.

"mhhm, say it a little louder," he said. you obliged, repeating your pleas again. "again." "can't hear you." "beg for it more." "once again." he made you repeat yourself again and again until he was satisfied and the words were drilled into your brain. only then to reward you.

lando excitedly awaits the end of season. his obviously, but more so yours. finally when he can drag you all around the world for a few months before you need to start preparing for another season of winning. but not only that, he loves when his beloved comes into his arms running after winning yet another world championship.

he can finally make her try both the dresses so that he can take his painfully slow time to tear it off of her and reward you by leaving you breathless in the monaco night. in his yatch, car, paddocks around the world, everywhere he pleased and by sneakily stealing away your ability to walk for a couple of days.

[azzifuddfanpage]

so competitive

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hi guys new fic! Thanks for the prompt: Smut since they are both so competitive, maybe like them competing to see who can get each other off faster or more?

2.5k words tw: hella smut

theme: competitive gfs

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Azzi reclined her seat as far as it went.

“No way you are actually going to sleep right now.” Paige huffed in disbelief reaching over and tugging at one of Azzi’s braids. 

“I told you, if you were gonna spend all your time talking to her tonight… you’re not getting nothing.” Azzi pouted, closing her eyes and angling herself so she was facing the window. 

Paige glanced away from the road to look at the lump beside her. 

“First of all, she was literally my trainer Azzi. Second of all, you know damn well you won’t last long, you know I always make you finish fast.” Paige teased, rubbing her hand along her thigh, listening to Azzi’s breath shift as it grew closer to where she needed her most. 

Azzi snorted, “wanna bet?” She said competitively, sizing her up as they pulled into the driveway of their dorm. 

“I bet I can make you finish faster.” Azzi said, grabbing Paige's hand and moving it upward so it was resting on her breast. 

Paige looked over, gulping as she could feel Azzi’s hardened nipple through the thin material of her tank top. 

Her lips curved into a smile as she let herself squeeze the fatty tissue a little, smirking as Azzi let out a breathy moan. 

“Oh trust me. I know I can make you finish first.” Paige said confidently, rubbing her finger over her nipple that was now poking through her  shirt. 

“Alright we will see about that.” Azzi said smartly, shoving Paige's hand away and climbing out of the car.

When they got up to the dorm, Paige shoved Azzi onto her bed, and locked the door behind them.

“Alright wait.” Azzi started, putting a finger against Paige's needy lips before she was able to go to work on her. “We need some ground rules.” She continued. “We can each make one move, we go for the same amount of time, and then we will see who cums first.” Azzi finished running her finger along Paige's bottom lip and  pulling it down gently. 

Paige licked her finger and sucked it into her mouth seductively, letting her cheeks hollow out as she bobbed up and down on it, coating it fully in her saliva. 

“Deal, but only cuz I know ur not gonna wanna wait.” Paige smirked, pulling her mouth off her finger and admiring it as it glistened in the light. 

Azzi felt her knees grow weak under her- no way was she gonna give in this soon.

“Alright- my turn.” Azzi said, sitting up in the bed so she was facing her. 

Azzi moved towards her, pushing her down so she was on the bed, she slid her hands under her shirt and felt herself come in contact with her hardened nipples. 

“No bra huh?” Azzi teased, rolling one under her fingers, watching as Paige's eyes rolled back. 

“Take it off Paigey.” She whispered in her ear. 

Paige almost gave in but remembered how worth it would be to win….

“Hey no, it’s my turn now, you touching me was your turn.” Paige said, shoving Azzi’s hands away from her, fighting the bubbling urges in her panties. 

“Bruh.” Azzi said irritably, glaring at Paige as she smirked at her. 

“Don’t bruh me, princess.” She said, leaning over her and sucking on the sweet spot on her neck. 

“You know I know you better than anyone baby.” Paige said in between sucks, placing soft kisses along her jawline.

“Wild you would even wanna make a bet wit me when you know what I can do to you.” She paused, pulling the collar of Azzi’s shirt lower so she could press a kiss lower on her neck. “The way I can make you moan like no one else is in the dorm.” then another one over her clavicle. 

“The way I-“ Azzi squirmed under Paige, cutting her off. 

“Alright alright- times up.” She said laughing at the way Paige's eyes were completely dilated for her and her a trial of spit was connecting to her chest. 

Azzi ran her fingers through paige’s hair, trying to forget the need that was building in her core, and she hovered her lips over paige’s, watching as paige puckered hers for her so needily. 

Azzi smirked, giving in and mushing their lips together, letting her tongue slide out and run over Paige's lip begging for entry. 

Paige obliged, letting her lips part gently so Azzi could slide her tongue in and massage it against Paige's. 

The sounds of their wet tongues working against each other filled the air.

Azzi was so turned on, she couldn’t even think straight, unintentionally moving her leg which just happened to be between paige’s. 

Her knee dug into Paige's crotch, and Paige let out a sharp moan at the unexpected pressure on her clothed pussy. 

“Fuck” paige groaned, letting herself grind down on Azzi’s thigh for a moment, before regrettably pulling off. 

“Only one thing I said-“ Paige growled wrapping her hand teasingly around Azzi’s throat- gently so she wouldn’t hurt her.” Azzi smirked under her, proud of how worked up she was.

“Paige moved her hand down and let it travel down to her waist band, and moved her finger letting it rub against the edge, traveling her fingers down the seam. 

“Need you to be a good girl az and follow the rules.” Paige said, watching as Azzi’s head lulled back as Paige's fingers grazed over her clothed center. 

“Fuck.” Azzi groaned. 

Paige smirked, noticing azzis reaction, clearing a mixture of the added pressure and her words. 

“You like that baby.” Paige tested, moving her lips down so they were pressing into her lower stomach above her waist band. 

“You like it when I tell you how good you are, pretty girl?” She asked, running her fingers up and down Azzi’s inner thighs.

“Fuck paige, you feel so good.” Azzi moaned, feeling Paige's words go directly into her core. 

“I know baby- you like it when I talk to you like this don’t you.” She started, moving her fingers back up over her pussy, and back to the waist band to toy with it. 

Azzi was about to surrender, give in to the praise, but pulled herself away. 

“You really didn’t think you would win that easily.” Azzi laughed as Paige's fingers danced  at the distance between them, needing to be against Azzi’s heat.

Azzi straddled Paige, letting herself grind down on her, rubbing her clothed pussy against Paige's.

Paige let out a shaken breath as Azzi moved her hips.

Azzi smirked at Paige's needy reactions, grabbing her knee and propping it up so their legs were interwoven together and they were practically riding each other.

“Fuck- love it when you touch me like that pretty.” Paige groaned as the breath she was holding released.

Azzi felt herself melt under Paige's words. 

She whined a little, blushing as Paige's glossy eyes scanned over her.

“Shit you really like it when I baby you don’t you.” Paige tested, moving her hands so they were preventing Azzi from grinding against her pussy, but instead onto her hand. 

“You fucking slut.” Paige laughed as she could feel her wetness through the tight material of Azzi’s leggings. 

“You’re such a sucker for praise aren’t you baby.” Paige said, rubbing her fingers against Azzi’s heat, listening as Azzi moaned loudly. 

Paige chuckled, grabbing at Azzi’s back and pulling her closer to her chest, whispering into her ear, “you can give in whenever baby- lemme feel you.” 

Azzi let out another moan, feeling the wetness between her thighs increase. 

Azzi nodded reluctantly, letting Paige pull off her pants.

“Your turn.” She said, stubbornly.

Paige smirked, 

“Only one who can touch me pretty.” She teased, pulling off her pants and boxers so she was completely naked.

Azzi moaned at the sight of her naked cunt.

“Wanna taste you so bad.” Azzi whined under her gaze.

“I know baby- why don’t you just be a good girl for mommy and let me win and then you can taste me all you want.” 

Azzi rolled her eyes defiantly, even though all she wanted to do was feel Paige's sopping cunt against her lips. 

Paige leaned forward placing her hand against the soft flesh of Azzi’s pussy, gently running it through her folds.

She pulled her fingers back, separating them in front of Azzi’s face, letting her watch as the cum dripped down in front of them. 

“I know no one makes you like I do.” Paige smirked, moving the fingers towards Azzi’s mouth.

Azzi obliged, sucking down on them, moaning as she tasted herself on Paige's fingers.

Paige smirked as Azzi ran her tongue over them, flicking it against her, letting her spit spill down the side of Paige's finger.

Paige made eye contact with her, focusing on her movements, and bringing her spit coated finger to her own mouth, sucking it gently.

Azzi moaned, watching her.

Paige smirked, grabbing her hips and grinding her down against her bare clit. 

Both girls let out a loud moan at the contact, moaning as their pussies melded together. 

Paige’s hips bared down on Azzi’s, feeling as their clits pushed together.

“You feel so good baby.” Paige whined, applying more pressure to Azzi’s hips so she was rubbing against her at a harder angle.

Azzi replied with a gentle moan, feeling their slick grow between them.

“Turn around.” Paige said confidently, stopping herself from grinding into Azzi. 

Azzi was confused, her hips hovering over Paige's, desperate for more contact.

“I’m not gonna say it again. Turn around.” Paige ordered softly, moving her hands so Azzi could turn around on her.

“Now we really will see who finishes first.” Paige said teasingly, running her fingers against Azzi’s ass which was now in her face. 

Azzi moaned, realizing what Paige was trying to do.

She looked in front of her at Paige's throbbing cunt. 

She backed herself up, inching her own pussy up to Paige's mouth, feeding it to her, as she bent down to lick at Paige's. 

Paige let out a moan at the contact, sending a rush of cool air into Azzi’s cunt.

Paige grubbed at Azzi’s hips as Azzi’s lips attached around her soaking clit. 

Paige moaned loudly into azzi, running her fingers against her core, pressing a kiss at her entrance.

Azzi felt the warmth of Paige's tongue against her hole, leaning forward she ran her fingers through Paige's slick as her tongue flicked against her clit.

Paige, behind her, followed her every movement, puppeting what she did and attacking her pussy with her mouth.

Paige shook her head against her, letting her tongue wiggle against her pussy, feeling Azzi squirm under her.

Paige slipped her tongue inside Azzi, feeling around her warm cervix, as she separated her ass with her hands.

Azzi moaned into her clit, causing Paige to speed up, thrusting her tongue in and out of Azzi.

“Fuck I love it when you touch me like that.” Azzi whined, running her fingers against Paige, and slipping them into her hole to keep up with Paige's motions.

Paige's legs spread farther apart at the contact, feeling Azzi thrust against her. She moaned, sending vibrations through Azzi’s cunt. 

Azzi felt herself getting worked up, the feeling of paige fucking into her, causing her to push harder agaisnt paige, driving her fingers deeper into her.

Paige moaned, speeding up her own pace, fucking her tongue into her harshly, and moving her thumb to massage her clit. 

Neither of them would cum until the other did. 

“Fuck I honestly don’t know if I can hold it much longer.” Azzi said disappointedly, not wanting to lose, but the pressure against her clit, feeling of Paige's tongue hitting deep against her walls, and the taste of Paige's cum was all too much for her.

“Fuck me either baby.” Paige responded, her breath coming out in gasps as she pulled her tongue out and lapped up some of the cum that was spilling out.

Before Azzi could catch her breath, and focus on pleasing Paige, Paige's fingers dove back into her, thrusting into her with such speed that Azzi’s fingers gripped at Paige's walls to stabilize herself, hitting her g spot as she did.

Paige moaned, feeling her walls tighten as her fingers pounded into Azzi’s pussy.

Azzi could feel Paige tighten around her fingers, it getting harder to thrust in and out. 

Paige sped up to get Azzi to the same place, her cunt sucking in her fingers graciously. 

Paige pulled away to look at the way Azzi’s cunt absorbed Paige's fingers, sucking them in with every thrust, the squelching sounds of their fingers diving into one another, filling the air.

As Paige let out a yelp feeling her cum start to ooze out of her, Azzi’s legs started to shake with an overpowering orgasm of her own. Paige moaned, thrusting her fingers hard against her, Azzi’s too working hard.

Both girls released at the same time, fucking the cum out of each other.

Paige removed her hand from Azzi’s cunt, using her mouth to lick the cum up from her, savoring every last drop. 

Azzi followed suit, slurping up the white syrup that had poured out of the girl moments before. 

They lay there for a moment, catching their breath, Azzi’s ass still in Paige's face, and her face lying against her pelvic bone, hovering dangerously close to her aggravated cunt.

Paige let out a laugh. “Well I guess we are both just too damn stubborn to have a winner.” She paused. “I guess we will have to settle for a draw.” 

Azzi laughed. “I don’t know, felt like you might have came a little before I did.” She teased. Paige smacked her ass gently, pulling her off her so she was lying next to her.

“Whatever, at least I’m not the one with the praise kink, “good girl”.” Paige teased as Azzi’s face turned a shade of red.

Paige traced over her dimples as Azzi smiled bashfully.

“It’s a good thing you’re cute, or you wouldn’t even have had a chance.” 

“Ya right, p, you were moaning just as I was.” 

They returned into a heap of giggles, and Azzi snuggled up against her, laying her head over her chest, tracing her name into her stomach.

“Even though I beat you, I know you still make me cum really well. So don’t let this L make you feel insecure.” Azzi said quietly. 

Paige laughed, shoving her head playfully. “Yeah alright big head, rematch tomorrow and we will see who’s talking then.” Paige teased, nuzzling herself against her and letting the night wash over her. 

[steddieas-shegoes]

a birthday halfway forgot

for @corrodedcoffinfest pop-up event 'birthday boy' using the prompt 'birthday' and 'age 30'

rated e, minors dni | 3132 words | no cw | tags: famous corroded coffin, band manager steve, established relationship, fucking on a motorcycle is ill-advised but they do it anyway, hand jobs, anal sex, domestic fluff

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He’s looking at the calendar in shock. He didn’t know. He didn’t realize.

It’s January 26th.

It’s Eddie’s 30th birthday. It’s Gareth’s 27th birthday.

Somehow, he lost track of dates in all of the chaos of planning the next tour and being so focused on the April through September parts of the calendar.

“Shit.”

He immediately calls Jeff because he’s sure the next most mature human being in their codependent group of misfits hasn’t forgotten. There’s no way Jeff forgot.

“Shit,” he says when Steve asks.

He forgot.

“Okay. It’s not the end of the world! It’s still early.”

Steve looks at the clock. It is early, but they don’t have time to plan something.

“Make a reservation at that Italian place they both like. The one with the fried meatballs. I’ll get cake. It’ll be fine,” Steve is good in crisis. He’s proven time and time again how quickly he can fix problems on tour. He can do it for this, too. “They won’t know we forgot.”

“Forgot what?” Eddie asks from behind Steve.

“The appointment we made for everyone to see the doctor before tour!” Steve says, way too loud to be considered normal.

Luckily, Eddie is used to Steve being a little manic during the planning stages of tour and doesn’t question his volume or strained smile.

“Is that Gare? He was supposed to call me when he got up,” Eddie steps closer. “It’s almost noon; There’s no way he’s still asleep.”

“It’s Jeff.”

“Jeffery!” Eddie grabs the phone from Steve’s hand and waves his free hand around. “Haven’t you taken my husband away from me enough lately?”

Steve rolls his eyes. It’s not his fault they choose to handle most things themselves instead of outsourcing all the tour management to the label. It’s better if Steve and Jeff take care of things.

They talk for a few minutes and Steve decides he needs to pull out the phone book to find a bakery. It’s gonna be a hell of a challenge to find someone capable of personalizing a cake within a few hours, but if anyone can, it’s Steve.

Eddie ends up driving to Gareth’s instead of waiting for his call, which makes Steve’s life a lot easier. He finds a bakery— only had to call six before someone was willing— and tries not to worry too much about how much he’s paying just for a cake. They have money. They can afford an expensive cake.

Eddie and Gareth deserve it.

Steve cannot believe he forgot.

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“You forgot,” Eddie laughs.

The restaurant is empty except for the guys and a handful of staff ready to wait on their every want and need. There’s a balloon on the centerpiece of the table and one gift sitting next to it.

Steve groans.

“Jeff forgot, too.”

Eddie kisses his temple and walks over to the gift. Steve knows it’s Gareth’s gift. Eddie’s can’t be wrapped.

“Hey!” Jeff exclaims, but Eddie waves him off.

“We didn’t forget your birthdays, we just forgot what day it was entirely,” Steve continues. “Sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay,” Eddie says and really means it. Eddie doesn’t get upset about this stuff, Steve knows that. “Gareth and I had a bet.”

“That’s what you had to go over to talk to him about?” Steve looks over at Gareth, who is flirting with the waitress while everyone else sits at the table. “How much did you bet?”

“He bet that you guys forgot and wouldn’t remember until we told you. $200.”

“And you?”

Eddie laughs. “I bet that you’d remember in time to pull off a surprise but just barely. $500.”

“Wow. Does he even have that kinda money laying around?” Steve jokes. He does. They all do. They have more money than they need. Their money has money. Literally. It’s accruing interest in accounts.

“You know exactly how much money I have,” Gareth says as he lays an arm around Steve’s shoulders and smacks a kiss on his cheek. “You balanced my checkbook last week and I swear I’ve only spent a few grand since.”

Steve knows he’s joking, but his heart stutters in his chest anyway. Just because they have it doesn’t mean they should be frivolous with it. He knows they all know that, but Gareth is still quick to sign a check for pleasure sometimes.

“Happy birthday, Gare,” Steve says as he leans his head on top of Gareth’s. “Sorry we forgot a little.”

“Eh, it was only a little. We’re celebrating now. Plus, I’m only turning 27. Grandpa over here should start drafting his retirement announcement.”

“I would, but I haven’t developed arthritis yet,” Eddie says as he grabs one of the fried meatballs from the plate near the end of the table. “At the rate you crack your knuckles, you’ll be celebrating your 28th in a care facility.”

“Alright, enough. Let’s order drinks and stop making the staff nervous,” Steve starts to gather everyone to the table, take the lead the way he usually does. It’s natural, and easy, and fun. He likes being the beacon of responsibility for this group. It’s different from his role with the kids in Hawkins— less life or death most of the time— but still a glorified babysitter position. “Behave like the adults you claim to be.”

“Wayne Munson just came out of your mouth,” Eddie says as he sits. “Not sure I like it.”

Steve ignores the bait. He’ll never get them all to be decent guests at this restaurant if he keeps going back and forth with Eddie.

They spend so much time together already, but it’s never difficult to be around each other. They really are codependent at this point; Where one goes, at least one more will follow and he’ll bring beer and sarcasm.

Gareth opens his present, eyes shining when he sees that everyone chipped in to get him the record player he loved when they went to an old record shop in Chicago. It was considered antique and the owner of the shop wasn’t even interested in selling it to him, but Steve is a convincing guy, and the rest of the guys pulled out their own checkbooks to make it happen.

They grabbed a few records for him, too, but he’s already talking about the list he has and where they can find them. Everyone listens because it’s his birthday, only throwing in jibes occasionally instead of constantly. It’s his birthday so they’re taking it easy.

“I guess my gift is these fried meatballs,” Eddie finally says. He doesn’t sound disappointed; That’s how much he loves the fried meatballs.

“Your gift is at home,” Steve pats his knee, dismissive.

Eddie wiggles his brows. “From everyone or just you?”

“Part of it is from everyone,” Steve allows.

“I’m ready to go!” Eddie claps his hands. “Thanks for coming, happy birthday to my birthday twin, blah blah blah.”

Frankie rolls his eyes and reaches for one of the meatballs on Eddie’s plate.

“Just remember the part that came from all of us is not the part you’re so excited about,” he says with his mouth full.

“Love you all, but I definitely have no interest in fucking any of you. See ya!” He waves as he gets up and leaves.

Everyone looks at Steve. He pats Gareth on the shoulder and smiles at everyone else.

“See you guys tomorrow. Not early, though. Unless you wanna see something you’ll never forget,” Steve winks.

Everyone groans but they wave and say goodbye with smiles on their faces.

Eddie’s sitting in the passenger seat when Steve gets to the car. He’s a passenger princess through and through and Steve loves him for it.

“Step on it, baby!”

Steve steps on it, but maintains the speed limit because the last thing they need is a ticket.

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He doesn’t park in the garage because he can’t.

Eddie’s immediately suspicious.

“It’s supposed to rain early in the morning. Don’t you wanna pull the car in?” He asks.

“Can’t.”

“You can’t?”

“I can’t.”

“Oh my god.”

Steve smirks. Eddie unbuckles his seatbelt and practically falls out of the car as he bangs on the garage door.

“Open it!” He yells at Steve, who has the button in the car, but thinks this is way more entertaining than doing what Eddie asks. He could always unlock the door and get inside that way, but he knows Eddie realizes what his present is now.

They went all out for his 30th. Even the kids got involved. Wayne picked it out. This has been their best kept secret for months.

The fact that Steve forgot today was the day is crazy in hindsight. He’s had this date circled as delivery day for nearly a month.

Steve finally pushes the button to open the door and Eddie barely waits for it to be lifted above his waist before he’s ducking inside. He screams. High-pitched, girlish in nature, entertaining as hell. Steve almost wishes he could’ve thought to bring the camcorder with him to record this special moment.

“Steve!” Eddie exclaims when he’s done squealing. “A Harley?!”

Steve casually walks into the garage and wraps his arm around Eddie’s waist, kissing his temple.

“Wayne said this is really close to the one you liked when you two went on that trip together,” Steve explains. “We can always paint it if the color isn’t right.”

“It’s perfect. Don’t touch it. It’s perfect,” he babbles, leaving Steve’s arm to sit on the seat, bouncing once as if to test how squishy the seat is.

It’s squishy. Steve checked.

“The helmet even has bats painted on it!” Eddie reaches for the helmet hanging from the handle. “And my name! Stevie!”

“And the helmet is required. Even if you’re just going to Gareth’s house or to the store. No helmet, no motorcycle,” Steve places his hands on his hips. He means business and Eddie knows it better than anyone that safety comes before fun, always.

“I know, I know. I can’t believe this,” Eddie says, still in awe. “I didn’t think you’d ever cave. Who convinced you?”

See, Eddie’s wanted his own bike for at least four years now, ever since he and Wayne went on a bike tour of the Appalachian Mountains. Steve wasn’t necessarily against it, he just knew they didn’t have much time at home to enjoy it, and he did worry that Eddie wouldn’t prioritize safety over fun if he got carried away.

He hates that Frankie of all people managed to convince him by saying there’s nothing hotter than fucking on a Harley.

He’s hoping Frankie’s right.

Instead of answering the question, Steve presses the button that closes the garage door and walks over to the bike.

“You ready for part two?”

“I don’t even know how this can get any better, but sure,” Eddie looks up at him with wide eyes.

Steve pulls off his shirt, kicks off his shoes, and strips off his pants and underwear. He shivers, but not because he’s cold. Winter looks a lot different in California than it did in Hawkins, that’s for sure.

“Oh my god. I must be dreaming,” Eddie grins as he leans back, making room for Steve to straddle his thighs on the bike.

It’s a sturdy bike, so he’s not too worried about it falling over while they do this, but a small voice in his head is still telling him to make small movements. He’s not letting Eddie fuck him on this thing until they test it like this.

Steve’s half-hard at the thought of Eddie holding him up on this thing, letting him bounce on his cock. Maybe he’s fantasized about Eddie being a mechanic fixing his car and Steve’s only way to pay for the labor is to ride him until they’re both sweaty and messy, oil stains leaving fingerprints on Steve’s skin.

That’s not what’s happening now, and won’t actually happen ever, but this is close enough.

“Been thinking about you touching me all day,” Steve admits. It’s true, but he’s playing it up a little, fluttering his eyelashes a little. “I wanna take a ride, too.”

“I’ve gotta be the luckiest man in the world,” Eddie groans as he wraps his hand around Steve’s length, squeezing the head of his cock and jerking his hand a few times to bring him to full hardness. “I’ve had this exact dream.”

“How’d the dream go?” Steve gasps as Eddie touches him the right way over and over. He’s good at this, always has been. He finds the right pace and pressure, and he just keeps going, listening for any sign that Steve’s not feeling perfect.

“I got to make you come and then lay you down on the seat and lick you clean,” Eddie ends on a moan. “Please let me do that, baby. I’ll do anything.”

Steve nods, would never stop Eddie from doing that. This sounds like a dream he’s had, too.

His hands hold onto Eddie’s shoulders as he tilts his hips up to push into Eddie’s grasp. He’s close, so close already. He doesn’t think they’ll ever stop being embarrassingly quick when they get their hands on each other.

It’s a gift to know someone so well that you feel like teenagers every time you touch each other.

“C’mon,” Eddie nips at Steve’s neck, breath hot against his skin. “Make a mess, baby.”

Steve’s always been good at following directions. He moans as he comes, paints his own stomach and Eddie’s hand, opens his eyes to see cum dripping onto the seat under him. He’s sure Eddie doesn’t mind.

He feels shaky, unstable, but only because the bike rocks under them as Eddie pulls his own shirt off and stands, moving Steve so he’s laying back. It’s far from comfortable, but it’s hot as hell.

Eddie licks the cum off Steve’s stomach and dick, takes his time while Steve sucks on his fingers. They’re both still worked up too much to stop, and now that Steve’s slowly coming down, he realizes he wants Eddie to fuck him. Now.

“Get your pants off,” Steve demands.

“Say please,” Eddie teases before sucking a bruise into Steve’s hip.

“Please,” Steve begs, because it’s Eddie’s birthday and he’s gonna do whatever Eddie wants. Eddie likes when he begs a little, even though they both know there’s no need for it. “Fuck me.”

“You look so good like this,” Eddie says as he shoves his pants off. “Not even sure I need to drive this thing if I can have you like this all the time.”

“No more band? Touring? Just fucking me on your motorcycle?” Steve’s laugh turns into a groan when Eddie’s finger circles his hole. “Not sure we can back out of this tour now.”

“You and I both know I’ll find plenty of places to fuck you on tour,” Eddie smiles down at him. “Comfy or do you need to move?”

Steve shakes his head. “I’m okay for now. Just want you inside me.”

Eddie opens him up efficiently, doesn’t rub against his prostate until he’s got three fingers inside him.

Trying to stay still is proving to be difficult, and Steve’s pretty sure their pushing the limits of the kickstand.

“C’mon, I’m good. I’m ready,” Steve says. “Fuck me, Eddie, c’mon.”

Fucking on a motorcycle is not easy to do, but they’ve actually fucked in more difficult positions before.

One time, Steve fucked Eddie over an amp backstage. It wasn’t wide enough for either of them to properly sit on, but they managed. They had bruises and some strange red marks for a day or two, but it was worth it.

Another time, the hotel they were staying in had a balcony. Kind of. It was barely more than a small extension of the room with an iron bar around it, but they put that iron bar to the test. It passed, they were sore.

They have to be slow, slower than they normally would be. Steve doesn’t wanna have to bring it in for scuff marks to be buffed out if it falls over on day one.

If he were less flexible, maybe a little older, he’d have to call it. His legs are tight around Eddie’s waist and he’s using more of his ab muscles than he’s used in years to maintain his own stability.

Eddie blankets himself over Steve, barely moving in and out of him. The friction of Steve’s leaking cock against his stomach is probably enough to get him there.

Eddie brushes Steve’s bangs off his face, kisses his forehead, and moans when Steve clenches around his cock.

“I love you so much,” Eddie whispers. “You’re the best gift.”

Steve kisses him, mouth open, tongue licking over his teeth. It’s wet and messy, and it’s perfect. The phone’s ringing inside the house, but they’re too close to care about trying to answer. They’ll leave a message.

They both come together, whimpering into each others’ mouths as Eddie’s hips stutter and Steve’s legs fall.

Eddie kisses the corner of his mouth, his jaw, his neck. He pulls out slowly, and they both wince at the loss of being filled and being surrounded.

“Let’s get cleaned up. I wanna take this for a ride,” Eddie helps Steve off the bike. “You got a helmet?”

Steve nods. “I assumed you’d want me to come with you at least once.”

“I’ve had dreams, Stevie.”

They both laugh and the phone starts ringing again. Eddie sighs and rushes to get inside.

“Hello?” Steve follows, closing the door behind him. His legs feel numb, almost enough to make him stumble. “Gare, you knew what my gift was and you’re still calling?”

Steve rolls his eyes.

“Of course I love it. No, you can’t come over for a ride tonight. No, you can’t drive it. No!” Steve is giggling as he kisses Eddie’s shoulder on his way past him to their room. “I don’t care if it’s your birthday, too. It’s my gift.”

Steve drops his clothes in the basket and goes into the bathroom to start the shower. He has no doubt that they’ll get messy again before the night’s over, but they should try to look decent if they’re taking the Harley out for a spin.

He hears Eddie telling Gareth not to call back until tomorrow as he steps into the hot water.

Gareth will worm his way into driving it by the end of the week, Steve’s sure of it. Eddie’s got a soft spot for him that can be seen from space. That’s why there’s a helmet for Gareth sitting in a box in the living room.

Steve thought of everything.

“Does cum stain leather?” Eddie asks as he steps into the shower.

Steve’s brows furrow.

Maybe he didn’t think of everything.

[angsty-art-ist]

part 2 of the NPMD Monster High AU! seriously thank you guys for all the love on part 1, it means a lot that you like my silly hyperfixation crossover :]

a little lore note: in this AU, monsters can use magic to blend in with humans during the day, sort of like in the g3 cartoon. Hatchetfield is kind of split into the normie side and smaller monster side. the monster part of town is magically warded to make humans want to leave quickly, and monsters don’t tend to cross over into the human areas (with the exception of adults with normie jobs, like Mayor Lauter and most of the adult HF cast). Hatchetfield High is a “exclusive private school” in the monster part of town, and the normie teens, like Grace and Max, go to Sycamore.

why are Grace and Max humans if this is a monster AU, you ask? don’t worry, i have plans for them :)

Steph:

she’s a vampire because… well because she’s rich. you’ve heard of old money? these Lauters are ancient money

i had a hard time with her outfit because my main references were Draculaura and Elissabat, who are both very dressy, but i wanted to stay true to Steph’s casual grungy style… and then i remembered The Lost Boys were THEE original grunge vampires, so i mashed David and Paul’s jackets together and gave her a Santa Carla tee as a shout-out

the chains and plaid pattern tie back to Pete’s design, like the plaid of her flannel and his bow tie in the show <3

her father isn’t technically actually a king, but runs Hatchetfield’s monster community like he is one. a close encounter with a band of monster hunters the better part of a century ago forced the monsters into hiding under his command, and Steph’s mother ended up staked. Solomon hasn’t been the same since…

Max:

his design is simpler than the others, but that’s for a reason :) the mansters usually have more boring outfits than the ghouls, so it’s not that out of place for Monster High, right? i plan to make a few more ‘doll lines’ for this au- i’m thinking Dawn of the Dance next ;)

his jacket is based on the G1 varsity jackets that Heath Burns and Slo Mo had in their first waves, but with Max’s iconic blue. i got rid of the Hatchetfield ‘H’ since he goes to Sycamore with the other normies in this AU. go Timberwolves, i guess?

his striped shirt is based on Freddy Krueger’s iconic sweater, because Max in the musical seems to take a lot of cues from Freddy; coming back from the dead to get revenge on his killers, vulgar one-liners, gruesome kills, and even a parody of the Freddy rhyme painted on the set background. one, two, Jäger’s coming for you…

side note but i had a really hard time getting Will’s likeness in this pseudo-MH style. i think he ended up a bit too Bruce Campbell-y. maybe it’s the chin.

Grace:

sorry, Grace, i’m changing your name a bit. if you need a refresher on the G1 MH lore; Van Hellscream is the Monster High expy of Van Helsing. his niece Lilith appears in the Ghouls Rule movie, but i’m stretching out the timeline a bit so let’s say Lilith is Grace’s aunt or something. Chasity is her maiden name, which the family goes by because “Hellscream doesn’t sound very Christian”

these days, the Van Hellscream’s monster-hunting legacy is more of a family legend than history, and her parents don’t even believe that monsters exist… but Grace knows that something unholy is going on at that “private school”. she may not have Great-Uncle Abraham’s arsenal, but she has the power of God and years of repressed rage on her side

design wise she changed the least from her canon outfit. she’s covered in monster-killing weapons- crosses, stakes, silver bullets, and the flowers on her blouse and jeans are alliums, aka garlic flowers- which, fun fact, were originally thought to be what repelled vampires, rather than garlic bulbs!

her blouse is based on Nancy’s nightdress in Nightmare on Elm Street to match with Max’s Freddy stripes

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

THE SEAHORSE PRINCE

jenson button x royal!trans!male!reader

request: mmmm seahorse reader??? this is gonna be niche and you can say no, and I'm thinking jenson but you can change it maybe a smau of royal!trans!reader, whos already disliked by the country for being trans, and then announces he's pregnant and the country is like 'out of wedlock?' and then he announces he's married to jenson, or something :)

summary: baby button breaks the internet.

warnings: hate comments, transphobia, outdated views, gossip pages, mentions of/imagery of pregnancy + babies, swearing, probably wildly unrealistic but fuck it we ball, no written parts!

youruser_priv

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youruser_priv nothing like letters from my love to cheer me up after yet another meeting to discuss how much my country hates that i'm trans :D

tagged jensonbutton

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friend1 head up, you'll get through it <3

friend2 you guys are borderline disgusting with how adorable you are

advisor you're nothing but a pleasure to work with, prince y/n

youruser_priv advisor we've been over this! just y/n, please :(

jensonbutton happy to provide a distraction whenever you want one, love ;)

youruser_priv

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youruser_priv reading + my new twin!

royal baby coming to a palace near you in 2025 💙

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friend1 OMGOMGOMG

friend2 I BETTER BE THE GODPARENT

friend1 i think not??? i'm clearly a better choice???

youruser_priv fear not, there are two positions available and god knows none of j's racing buddies are getting the title ...

jensonbutton youruser_priv i'd argue but i agree—friend1 and friend2 are definitely better candidates 😂

jensonbutton can't wait to see my favourite person become a father x

youruser_priv yes yes very sweet now come cuddle me before i start crying

royalgossip

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royalgossip NEW ROYAL ON THE WAY?

Prince Y/N of England, famously the first openly transgender member of the royal family, has been spotted out and about with what looks to be a baby bump!

Controversy has sparked over these appearances as the Prince is believed to be unmarried. Will the baby assume their place in line for the throne, or will they be disowned as they'll be born out of wedlock?

Tell us what you think of this shocking revelation!

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user1 so what, it's not enough that he has to be an embarrassment, he had to have a bastard child?

user2 honestly disappointed that he hasn't been disowned yet :/

user3 these comments are disgusting, y/n's entitled to a private life as much as anyone else liked by friend1, friend2, and others

user4 ooh i wonder who the baby daddy is 👀

user5 probably a footballer or a businessman

user6 girl imagine if it was an f1 driver

user7 user6 imagine if it was lewis upgrading his title from knight to prince LMAO

                one year later ...

youruser_priv has made their account public!

youruser

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youruser 5 down, forever to go <3

happy anniversary to my wonderful husband (whom i married long before we had a child, promise) and introducing baby button-l/n!

i can't wait to explore this chapter with you both, the loves of my life 💙

tagged jensonbutton

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user8 fucking WHAT

user9 plot twist of the century???

user10 where's that person who said it was an f1 driver i want them to tell me what lotto ticket to buy

user6 that's me! 🙋 unfortunately that was just a lucky guess haha

user10 user6 aw man :(

jensonbutton today, tomorrow, and every day after that, i love you forever my darling 💙

user11 oh i just KNOW that jenson bragged to lewis about outranking him in the monarchy 😭

lewishamilton he did.

user12 ASDFGHJKL

user13 that onesie is so adorable omg

fernandoalo_oficial jensonbutton i would've been a fabulous godfather cábron

jensonbutton you're not exactly making your case by swearing at me in the comments section of my husband's instagram post?

fernandoalo_oficial i still would like to have been considered?

youruser fernandoalo_oficial rest assured that you were definitely in contention! j and i were just worried about how much time you (any racing drivers) would be away or living in other countries, so we went local!

user14 oh he's so sweet how on earth does anyone hate him??

©thekoalapastriesbakery :: please do not copy or rewrite my work on any platform !!

author's note: it was SO hard to find pregnancy pictures where reader was both racially ambiguous and not over-the-top feminine you don't understand 😭 i know some of them have little bits of skin and i'm sorry but i swear these were genuinely the best of what i could find 💔

comments + reblogs appreciated!

credits: all photos found on pinterest!

taglist: @raizelchrysanderoctavius @crispysoup318 @op-81-lvr-reblogs @ncrsbrg @spoonfulofmilo @justaf1girl @widow-cevans

[moritofu]

Best friends - Lovers !HEADCANONS! - G.S

. . . . @moritofu presents ♡ ♡ ♡. . . .

✧˚₊‧ Pairs : SatoruxFem!Reader, slight slight slighttt SuguruxFem!Reader

Warnings ✧˚₊‧ : Some1 cat called you, Gojo Satoru is a warning himself. Grammatical errors, mature languages/Swearing! All fluff, fluff and fluff. Any unnecessary hates = Blocked! Thankyou <3

✧˚₊‧ Slight notes : I was bored, but I hope you guys likee ittt!!! Likes/reblog are VERY APPRECIATED <3 ILYYY guysss 🩷 PART 2 (HEREEE!!)

CloseFriend!Satoru who you got used to barged in inside your dormitory without your permission and every after his mission. I mean, you guys have been friends since childhood anyways, it’s normal for you both… right?

CloseFriend!Satoru who rambles and yap about the most randomst things everrrr, and yet you still listen to him. Curled up in your living room’s couch, while Satoru is your own personal pillow and him playing with your hair while he yap and yap until the midnight.

CloseFriend!Satoru who always protects you, no matter what the circumstances is. He doesn’t care about anything and will drop everything that he has on his plate ASAP just to make sure you get home safe. Hence the higher ups got mad at him everytime he ignores their complaints and straight up walked out to the door as soon as you texted him you needed help with moving stuff around your dorm.

CloseFriend!Satoru who’s very clingy and touchy, you two are friends anyways, it’s normal between you two. Going behind you and hugging you, burying his face on your neck, and yes that drives him sooo madly crazy, just by smelling your own scent making him sane. Sometimes, people (even Suguru) would ask if you two were dating, because of how touchy Satoru is and especially in Public >_<, he can’t help it tho, having the most beautiful girl as his friend, and not capable of having his hands on himself.

CloseFriend!Satoru who spoils you A LOT, when I say A lot, ITS A LOT. Buying you those gold and silver jewelries, unsure of which one you loves the most, but he can buy both for you anyways (ehem, rich people) Adding onto that, the day before your birthday, he had shopping spree with Suguru and Shoko, getting some tips from them just to know whats on your birthday whislists. Buying you those Exclusive Chanel Heels, Dior, and literally every expensive brand that exists.

CloseFriend!Satoru who punched the boy who had cat called you when you two went to a new cafe store near the school. A shorter guy who whistled at you and eyed you up and down, while you were wearing a short pink skirt, unaware of the deathly glare that Satoru had sent the guy and signing him to back the fuck off before he hollow purple the shit out of him. He did at the end anyways

CloseFriend!Satoru who almost hollow purple the shit out of Suguru once he found out that he was trying to make a move on his girl Y/N. ehem, who was he to ask you out on a museum date anyways, he can take you to a better place. Unable to control his jealousy issues and anger, he had ran to Suguru just to give him a fistful punch on his cheeks and nose. Poor Sugu, he just wanted to help him to finally confess his love for you.

CloseFriend!Satoru who stopped punching and stand straight, pretending that he did nothing wrong when he saw you walking towards them. He obviously doesn’t want you to see him re-organizing Suguru’s face. Looking at you with those blue orbs and glassy eyes, staring at you with love and affection, forgetting about what had happened and how Suguru was limping in front of him. While Shoko rolled his eyes at the scene, knowing she was part of the mission. But hey, we don’t talk about that, he’ll thank both of them later anyways.

CloseFriend!Satoru who you dragged on your dormitory just to fix and heal his wounds that he got just because he fought with his own best friend. Not knowing that the teasing Suguru’s mission has been successful.

CloseFriend!Satoru who couldn’t helped it but looked at your angelic face, that had convinced him that you were truly sent from the heavens. Cupping your cheeks and squishing it slightly, you were used to it but this time it felt a bit off especially with the eyes that Satoru was giving you

CloseFriend!Satoru who leaned in you, face close to each other to the point that you can feel his hot breath on your face. Unable to hold the eye contact due to the amount of crush that you have been holding from him since childhood, he then held your chin and making you face him again. Seeing your flustered and blushing face have him above the heavens. Is he being delusional or he felt as if you like him too. (I mean of course, he’s The GOJO SATORU after all.)

CloseFriend!Satoru who kissed you. Who took your first kiss, which you have been preserving just for him anyway. Leaning down again closer, giving you another sweet and passionate kiss, while Satoru couldn’t help but feel like a giddy kid whom his parent shad bought him his favorite stuff toy. The kiss felt so euphoric that he closed his eyes, wanting more and more. The touch of your soft plumpy lips to his own glossy lips is enough to drive him insane.

CloseFriend!Satoru who you’re not sure of anymore if he is a close friend after your first kiss.

[noirflame]

Threefold Bliss

It was a typical night out for Nayeon, a member of the popular K-pop group Twice. She had just finished a long day of rehearsals and was looking forward to letting loose and having some fun. As she walked into the dimly lit bar, she immediately spotted Sana, another member of Twice, sitting at the bar with a guy Nayeon had never seen before.

"Sana!" Nayeon exclaimed, walking over to her friend and giving her a hug. "Who's this?" she asked, gesturing to the guy sitting next to Sana.

"Oh, this is Y/N," Sana said, introducing her boyfriend to Nayeon. "We've been dating for a few months now."

Nayeon smiled and shook Y/N's hand, noticing how handsome and charming he was. "Nice to meet you," she said.

The three of them chatted and drank for a while, the conversation flowing easily and the drinks loosening them up. As the night went on, the topic of conversation turned to more adult themes, including sex.

Nayeon felt a familiar heat rising in her cheeks as she listened to Sana and Y/N talk about their own experiences and desires. She had always been a bit more reserved when it came to talking about sex, but something about the atmosphere of the bar and the company she was in made her feel more bold and daring. Nayeon took a deep breath and decided to join in on the conversation. "I don't have as much experience as you guys," she admitted, "but I do enjoy certain… activities."

Sana and Y/N looked at her with interest, and Nayeon could feel her heart racing as she continued. "I love it when a guy takes charge and is confident in the bedroom. And I have a bit of a wild side - I love trying new things and pushing boundaries."

Sana laughed and nodded in agreement. "That's one of the things I love about Y/N," she said, wrapping her arm around his waist. "He's always up for anything and he knows how to make me feel good."

Y/N smiled and looked at Nayeon. "I can tell you're the same way," he said. "I'd love to get to know you better, Nayeon."

Nayeon felt a thrill run through her at his words. She had always found Y/N attractive, but she had never considered the possibility of hooking up with him. Now, however, she couldn't deny the spark of attraction that had ignited between them.

As the night went on, the three of them continued to drink and talk, the conversation becoming more and more flirtatious. Nayeon couldn't help but notice the way Y/N's eyes kept straying to her, and she felt a growing desire to see where things could go between them.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the bar was closing and they had to decide what to do next. Nayeon looked at Sana and Y/N, both of whom seemed to be feeling the same way she was. "Do you guys want to come back to my place?" she asked, trying to keep her voice casual.

Sana and Y/N exchanged a glance and then nodded. "Sure," Sana said, grinning. "Let's go."

As they stumbled out of the bar and into a taxi, Nayeon couldn't help but feel excited for what the night had in store. She had always been a bit of a wild child, and she was looking forward to letting loose with Sana and Y/N.

When they arrived at her apartment, Nayeon led the way to her bedroom, her heart pounding with anticipation. She turned to face Sana and Y/N, feeling a rush of desire as she looked at the two of them.

"I want you both," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I want to see what it's like to be with two people who are as adventurous as I am."

Sana didn't hesitate; she leaned in and captured Nayeon's lips in a passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled, swirling around each other as they explored each other's mouths. The taste of their lips was sweet and salty, mixed with the lingering flavor of the bar.

Down below, Y/N's cock throbbed with excitement. He watched with awe as Sana's tongue danced across Nayeon's neck, leaving a trail of wetness behind. Her lips found Nayeon's armpit, and she teased it with kisses and licks before moving lower still. His hips bucked forward as he saw her head disappear between Nayeon's legs.

He leaned in, his lips meeting Sana's neck. He licked and kissed his way down, mirroring her actions on Nayeon's body. He could hear Nayeon's moans growing louder, more insistent as they pleasured her together.

Suddenly, Sana pulled back, her eyes filled with lust. She turned to Y/N, her mouth glistening with Nayeon's arousal. "Taste us," she whispered, pressing her lips to his.

Y/N groaned as their tongues met, the taste of both women driving him wild. He could feel his cock straining against his pants, desperate for release.

"Fuck," he muttered, breaking away from their kiss. "I need to be inside one of you."

Nayeon looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. "Come here," she said, guiding him to her. "Let me take care of that for you."

Nayeon reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as she gripped Y/N's erection. She had never seen anything so large before, and it made her heart race with excitement. She knew that Sana had experience with men, so she asked her friend for help.

"Sana, can you help me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never done this before."

Sana nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. She took Nayeon's hand in hers, guiding it towards Y/N's cock. "This is going to feel good," she said reassuringly. "Just take it slow."

Nayeon nodded, her grip tightening around Y/N's shaft. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear and fascination. His cock was so hard and thick, it seemed impossible that she could fit it into her mouth. But she was determined to try.

Together, they worked him with their hands, their fingers intertwining as they stroked him. Nayeon could feel the veins pulsing beneath her touch, and it made her crave more. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to taste the tip of his cock.

Y/N groaned, his hips thrusting forward as she took him into her mouth. He was so large that she could only take a few inches at a time, but she was eager to please him nonetheless.

"Like this," Sana whispered, her own hand joining Nayeon's on Y/N's shaft. Together, they worked him in tandem, their hands and mouths moving in perfect sY/Nc.

As they worked, spit began to drip from the tip of Y/N's cock, falling onto Nayeon's tongue. She swallowed eagerly, savoring the salty taste. It wasn't long before she grew more confident, taking more of him into her mouth. Her throat stretched to accommodate his girth, and she began to bob her head up and down, sliding him in and out of her warm, wet mouth.

Sana moved lower, kissing and licking at the base of Y/N's shaft. Her tongue traced the puckered hole of his ass, causing him to shudder. He had never been touched there before, and he found himself enjoying the sensation.

"Oh fuck," he moaned, his hips bucking against them. "That feels amazing."

Nayeon looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with pleasure. She wanted nothing more than to feel him fill her mouth, to taste every inch of him. She sucked harder, taking him deeper, her nose brushing against his pubic hair.

Sana pressed a finger against his opening, rubbing it slowly. "You want me to try?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Yes," he gasped. "Please."

She hesitated for a moment, but then she leaned forward, her tongue flicking against his entrance. She was cautious at first, but soon found herself licking and sucking on his asshole, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

The combination of Nayeon's mouth and Sana's tongue was too much for Y/N to bear.

Y/N's body tensed, his hips jerking forward as he came hard in Nayeon's throat. She gagged, choking on his hot seed, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she swallowed it all, eager to taste every drop.

When he finally finished, Nayeon pulled back, gasping for breath. Sana was there in an instant, pressing her lips to Nayeon's, trying to catch any lingering traces of Y/N's cum.

Their tongues tangled together, sharing the salty taste of Y/N's release. Sana moaned into Nayeon's mouth, her own arousal growing with each passing second.

Y/N watched them, his cock already hardening again at the sight of their passion. He knew that this night was far from over, and he couldn't wait to see what other adventures awaited them.

Nayeon couldn't get enough of the taste of Y/N's cum, and she was eager to taste more. She turned her attention to Sana, pushing her friend onto her back and spreading her legs wide.

"Please," Nayeon begged, her eyes locked onto Sana's pussy. "Don't make me wait anymore."

Sana grinned, her fingers tangling in Nayeon's hair as she guided her head between her legs. "I won't," she promised. "Now show me what you can do."

Nayeon didn't need to be told twice. She dove in, her tongue lapping at Sana's wet folds. She could taste her friend's arousal, sweet and musky, and it made her hungry for more. She licked and sucked, her tongue finding Sana's clit and flicking against it.

"Oh god, Nayeon,"

Sana moaned, her body arching off the bed as Nayeon's tongue danced over her most sensitive spots. "Oh yes," she whispered, her hands gripping the sheets. "That feels so good."

She reached down, grasping a breast and offering it to Y/N. "Here," she said, pulling the nipple into his mouth. "Suck on it."

He eagerly obliged, taking her nipple between his teeth and sucking hard. At the same time, he reached down to play with her other breast, pinching and rolling her nipple. He was glad for the distraction; if he focused too much on Sana's pussy, he wouldn't last long.

Nayeon kept licking and sucking, her tongue working relentlessly.

As Nayeon continued her ministrations, Sana's grip on her hair tightened. She pulled Naeon's head closer, forcing her to take more of her in. "You're such a slut, Naeon," she hissed, her voice low and sultry.

Nayeon's tongue faltered, but only for a moment. She looked up at Sana, her eyes flashing with anger. "At least I'm not a dirty bitch like you," she retorted, her voice dripping with venom.

Y/N was surprised by Nayeon's outburst, but he didn't stop what he was doing. Sana's nipples were still between his lips, and he was determined to keep them there. He could feel Sana's breasts rising and falling with each breath, and he was entranced by their softness and shape

Sana's moans grew louder as Nayeon's tongue worked its magic. "Oh god, Naeon," she gasped, her body writhing with pleasure. "You're making me come so hard."

She reached down, her hand grasping Y/N's hair just like she had done to Nayeon. "Daddy," she moaned, her voice taking on a new, softer tone. "I want you to fuck her from behind."

Y/N looked up, his eyes meeting Sana's. He could see the lust in her gaze, and it made his cock twitch with excitement. "Whatever you want, baby," he said, his voice husky.

He pushed Nayeon onto her hands and knees, positioning himself behind her. He could see her pussy glistening with arousal, and he knew that she was ready for him.

Nayeon felt Y/N's cock push against her entrance, and she couldn't help but moan. She was already wet and ready, her pussy clenching around the tip of his shaft. "Please," she begged, her voice husky with desire. "Fuck me like a horny slut."

Y/N grinned, his hips flexing as he drove into her. Nayeon's body was surprisingly tight, but he was determined to make her take every inch of him. He fucked her hard, her ass slapping against his thighs as he pistoned in and out of her.

Sana watched, her eyes shining with excitement. She knew that Y/N loved rough sex, and she was happy to let him have his way with Nayeon.

As Y/N pounded into Nayeon, Sana reached out, her hand cupping one of Nayeon's breasts. She squeezed the soft flesh, her thumb flicking over the nipple. Nayeon moaned, her back arching as pleasure shot through her.

Sana's own hand slipped between her legs, her fingers rubbing at her clit. She watched, her eyes glued to the sight of Y/N fucking Nayeon, as she brought herself closer to climax.

"Oh yes," Sana purred, her voice dripping with approval. "Fuck her hard, Daddy. Make that slut scream."

Nayeon looked up, her eyes flashing with anger at the degrading words. But her body betrayed her, responding eagerly to Y/N's relentless thrusts. She cried out, her pussy clenching around him as he pushed her closer to the edge. "Yes!" she gasped, her hips bucking back against him. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"

Y/N gave Nayeon's ass a hard smack, leaving a red mark. He reached up, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back, exposing her neck. "You like being a slut, don't you?" he growled, his thrusts getting harder and faster.

Nayeon whimpered, his cock hitting her g-spot with every thrust. He leaned forward, biting down on her shoulder. The pain mixed with pleasure, driving her closer to orgasm. "Yes," she moaned, her body quivering. "I love it."

Sana came as well, her fingers furiously rubbing her swollen clit. She moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the room. "Oh god, Nayeon," she breathed, her body trembling with ecstasy. "

Nayeon reached up, cupping Sana's breasts. They were heavy and full, perfect targets for her splayed fingers. She pinched and rolled the nipples, eliciting moans from both Sana and Y/N.

She leaned forward, her lips brushing against Sana's folds. Her saliva was cool and refreshing, helping to coat the girl's pussy. She licked slowly, teasing Sana's clit with her tongue.

Soon enough, Sana was moaning again, her hips picking up speed. She rode him fast and hard, their bodies slapping together in a wet, lewd symphony. Y/N could feel his own climax building, but he wanted to savor this moment, to watch Sana cum all over his cock

With a loud cry, Sana arched her back and came, her pussy clamping down on Y/N's cock. Her juices spilled over them both, making their skin glisten.

Nayeon took advantage of her distraction, leaning forward and engulfing Sana's clit in his mouth. He sucked greedily, feeling her pussy quiver around his tongue.

Their moans filled the room as they came together, their bodies writhing in unison. Y/N could feel his seed rising, ready to spill. He kept going until he felt Sana's orgasm subside, then pulled away, staring down at her.

"Are you ready for me, my sweet little slut?" he asked, giving her a wink.

Sana smiled, her breath ragged. "I've never been more ready."

Y/N thrust upward, filling Sana with his hot, thick seed. As he emptied himself into her, he leaned down, aiming his cock at Nayeon's face. He shot another thick stream, covering her cheek and chin with his cum.

He panted heavily, finally spent. His cock twitched inside Sana, still sensitive despite having just cum. He sat up, looking down at the two girls, both of them covered in sweat and cum.

"That was amazing," he said, grinning widely. "Now clean each other up, and we can relax."

Nayeon smirked, reaching for a napkin to wipe the cum from her face. "No need," she said, licking her lips. "We can leave it there as a reminder of how much we enjoyed ourselves."

The three of them snuggled together, enjoying the afterglow of their intense lovemaking session. The room was filled with the sound of their contented sighs and soft whispers.

Y/N ran his fingers through Nayeon's hair, gently untangling the strands. She hummed softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into his touch. Sana rested her head on his chest, her arm draped over him possessively.

They lay like that for some time, simply enjoying each other's company. Eventually, one by one, they drifted off to sleep, their dreams filled with memories of the night's activities.

As the sun rose, casting its golden light over the sleeping trio, Y/N smiled, knowing that this was just the beginning of many nights of pleasure to come.

[ruinedlover]

loser boyfriend!toge inumaki x fem!reader 18+

Warning: use of curse speech multiple times!

PT. 2

loser!inumaki whose shocked when you hug him suddenly, he gets hard immediately this your first time meeting even though you live in the neighboring city.

loser!inumaki whose even more shocked when you confess how much you’ve liked him this entire time (saw his face card and you were done for) and that you were so sad he blocked you over something you ‘obviously didn’t say anything about cause you liked hearing’

loser!inumaki who even though you liked him and he liked you, refused to ask you out then and there and so you guys just kept being friends, which was super awkward for both of you at first, but you decided to get to know eachother better in person

loser!inumaki who started coming over all the time after meeting you, neither of you liked being out much and your place became a chill spot since you lived alone

loser!inumaki who whenever he used your bathroom would see your laundry, one time a red piece of fabric was sticking out the dirty clothes bin and so he grabbed it, obviously it was a pair of your lacy panties, that were worn, he sniffed them, he ended up stealing them

loser!inumaki acting confused when you complained about your underwear all going missing (you weren’t dumb)

loser!inumaki who like a pervert got hard when sat to close to him and he could see down your lowcut shirt. who ended up excusing himself to the bathroom. pulling out those same red panties he stole the first time, holding them to his nose as he bit at his shirt to keep it up, and him quiet, pumping himself so fast it hurt but he had to be back before you noticed

you ended up knocking, before not caring to walk in, the walls weren’t thick, and though he was a ‘mute’ his noises were not quiet. perv!you who ended up ignoring the flustered Inumaki who had dropped your panties at this point. picking them up you threw them in the dirty clothes bin before reaching under your skirt and pulling the ones you were wearing off, handing them to him before walking out

“Hurry up and finish.”

loser!inumaki who flustered and embarrassed from your clear teasing accidentally called out to you;

“Wait!”

loser!inumaki who realizes he just used his curse technique on you and you had no idea what the fuck was happening as you stood at the doorway of the bathroom

“Toge-“

loser!inumaki who gets a bright idea;

“Get on your knees.”

loser!inumaki who didn’t even tell you what to do, you just started going crazy on it.

inumaki wasn’t small, but you took him in your throat like he was. he’s against your bathroom wall, holding your hair not to push but to pull you off him (which he failed at), he’s a red whining mess. your lips kiss his base, nose tickling his pelvic, nails dug into his thighs, spit and precum dripping from your chin.

loser!inumaki who swore you were some sort of succubus because even when he came you were still going till you dragged another one out of him

loser!inumaki who afterwards though he had never touched a woman in his life had you sprawled on the couch, head between your legs as he devoured orgasm after orgasm out of you. only one word would leave his mouth when you started showing signs you were about to-

“Cum.”

you were sure to ask later why you did whatever he asked but you didn’t care then.

loser boyfriend!inumaki who asked you out the next morning by making breakfast and writing ‘b my girl? 🤍’ in wip cream on your pancakes. (Then he had you for breakfast)

loser boyfriend!inumaki who immediately changed his status on discord to ‘IM MARRIEDDD (your @)’

Pt.3 ?

Can you tell this was rushed? And undedited? I wanna make another one where hes actually boyfriend but idk lmk

Thanks for reading come back for more !

[jrsktx]

Your past with Ellie

P2

Listened to this masterpiece as i wrote this. Kinda inspired me for the next part🤫

!!!! In this version Abby did not try to kill Joel. Joel did not kill Abby's father. Nobody at nobodys throats. But the two girls can't stand eachother. And the 2 dads both were near being 💀 (Abby lives in the same town as reader and the others)!!!!

!!!SPOILER!!!(Ellies biggest safe place was their house,that's why reader wants to go back over and over again)

Abby is a little bit nicer in this version then she actually is(srry not srry)

Mention of: uuhhh nothing comes to minddd angst,fluff,comforting

(A little explanation to readers and Abby relationship. They kinda friends. Abby and Dina are best friends. You and Abby know eachother for like 1 and a half months. She knows about what happened between you and Ellie bc she's always at Dina's house)

You were at Dina's house. Again. Well... if you think more to it, you live with her now. It's been a month since the last time u tried to sleep at ur actual so called home. Waiting (again, who is shocked) for ur girlfriend. Nothing. Again.

When you told Dina the next day she wasn't surprised. U tried to play off that ur not hurt. That it didn't surprise you... even you did not believe that. It hurt as fuck. You wondered where even is she? Where she could been? Is she cheating on you? Living w someone else?

These were the thaughts that played in your head nonstop.

Not officially,but you moved into Dina's house after she told you maybe it's better to leave that place a little. To breath. You moved some things. Not all of them. You couldn't. (you went to get all of ur things but then you returned with a few things bc you couldn't pack all ur things like this is the end)

And that was more than a month ago. And here you were. Talking with Dina about this. That you shouldn't be the one drowning in this,she should be the one crawling back to you.

This shit again? Really? This is like the 100 fucking times you guys talk about this. Do you guys talk about anything else?

You and Dina snap ur heads to the door. Seeing Abby leaning into the door frame. Jesse behind her as he opens his mouth (you and Dina took a big sigh at that bc you knew he is going to mock everything)

Agree I didn't hear the full conversation but I can tell it started with "Ohh Dina do you think she's well? Even tho I'm the one drowning in depression? Do you think if I go back to that shitty house for the 101 times she will be there?" He said while mocking ur voice

"Ohh well I don't know (name). I think you should try it. It's gonna hurt u even more. Even tho both of us know she isn't even near the house but alright. Yeah this is the smartest idea on the earth." Abby says sarcasticly shrugging her shoulder while mocking Dina.

"Ohh alright thanks than I'm going already. And secretly I'm gonna search other places hoping she is there. And definetely I am not going to be surprised that she is no where. I 'm not going to cry about it for weeks. Nuuuh none of that right?"

"Hmm thinking about that,yeah you definet- you throw a pillow at Abby making her cut off the sentence. Making her catch the pillow.

Are you done? You say glaring at the both of them.

Yeah this isn't so funny as you guys think it is. Dina agreed with u, glaring with u at the both idiots.

Wha- Well, excuse you, I think this was our best perfomance yet! Abby said while she walked to you and Dina,sitting next to you.

Yeah, this was our best,and we don't even get a cheering from the crowd.. Jesse shakes his head while sitting next to Dina.

So? What is it this time? Did you realise you need to search her and officially break up with her? To be healthy and all bubbly again?

Dina pinched Abbys arm at that

Ouch- what the? I'm saying what I'm thinking about this. This is the best for her! Like you guys ain't thinking the same. But I'm gonna be the bad cop than.

You sit up more comfortably,as u push ur knees to ur chest,hugging ur legs.

But,maybe me and her could fix thi-

Abby cuts you off

Nuh-uh none of that bullshit. I don't wanna hear anyting like that

Yeah don't be stupid! Your the only one who tries to fix thi-

Dina cutsh him off

Exactly. It's clear she does not want you to find her. So stop it. This is unhealthy now. I love you but please. This has to stop.

But-

Abby cuts you off again

I said none of that bullshit. She snaps at u. Glaring at u

You say nothing as you burried your face into ur knees. Hiding ur face away from them. Your teary eyes. Because. You loved Ellie. You truly did. So how could you just leave her? Break up with her just because she isn't well? You could help her. Fix this. Right? Right.....?

You need a brake. Not the hiding away in my room crying secretly. You need to go out.

Jesse and Dina are both nodding while Abby speaks.

Theres a new bar. We should try it. And before you snap nobody expects you to find someone new alright? Just a little break. We get drunk and shit. I heard back than u reaaalllyy liked getting drunk.

You slightly giggle at that remembering those parties where you outdrinked everyone.

So? What do you say? Dancing to the fine ass(it was not) music while drinking like theres no tomorrow? And then throwing up at the nearest dickhead we find?

You Jesse and Dina giggle at that.

But could you? Could you go out and pretend ur well? That this didn't drown you down into the darkness? Pretend you aren't going through a break up even tho u guys didn't say it out loud? Could you?

Sooo that's all for today. I can't choose that reader will end up with Ellie or w a specific someone else. I really like both storylines in my head,and both of them are my fav characters so I can't really decide😭

Hope you liked and enjoy it. Please send a feedback if you liked it,or have any idea. 🫶🏻

[beabnormal24]

Quick Carbon wip just got inspired and wanted to write it.

“George.” Alex hisses, pressing his phone against his cheek until he’s sure he could mold into it.

He can still feel his heart racing from the run he had made up the stairs. He hasn’t really gone to the gym in a while, so it could be that, or maybe it’s just the way his brain had felt like melting out of his ears when he had laid eyes on the labelled boxes in the hall, first, and a muscular back near the doorman box, after.

“Alexander.” George hisses back, “why are we whispering?”

“Carlos Sainz, George.” Alex says, just before realising that, probably, saying a name without putting it in a properly complete sentence doesn’t make any logical sense. “I just- I just saw him- in the hall- fuck”

“Did you run up the stairs?” George asks, sounding way too amused. “I told you, you should take your working out more seriously at your age. Again, I can talk with Rita and find a spot for you in my morning Pilates classes, they would do you only good I am sure.”

“George, Carlos Sainz, in my- in my building.” Alex repeats, frantically looking for his keys in the utter mess of his jacket’s pockets.

He was pretty sure he was already holding them as he got in the hall, but then they seemed to disappear just as he was getting up the stairs, skipping the elevator because he surely wouldn’t stay there with Carlos Sainz just a few feet away.

Perhaps he just mechanically put them back in his pocket, he wouldn’t put it past himself after seeing Carlos freaking Sainz in the same place as himself. Talking to Alex’s doorman, of all people.

“Ah, I see, I see.” George says slowly, “But weren’t you watching him playing in San Diego just, like, a few days ago? Ah these rich people and their private jets, our poor sustainability!”

“It was last week, George.” Alex says, moving his phone to the other shoulder as he gets both his hands finally free. “Do you really not listen to me at all when I talk about golf?”

George is suspiciously silent for a second too long. “Eh, no.” He says, sincerely. “That being said. I don’t see the big deal with him being in the same building as you. You’re obsessed with the guy, just make sure to not act weird and all.”

“Weird?” Alex whispers, but it almost sounds like a screech to his own ears. “Yeah, no, I am perfectly normal about this what are you saying?”

“I can literally hear your brain exploding from here.”

“Shut up.”

“You called me.”

“And I am regretting it very much.” Alex says, stuffing his hand in the back pocket of his jeans just to come out, once again, empty handed. God, why does this have to happen now of all times? He is in desperate need of a coffee and, even better, a long cold shower to properly wrap around what he just saw. “Ah, my keys-“

There’s a tap on his shoulder and the only reason why Alex manages to not jump out of his skin is that he’s way too distracted with something like avoiding having to change all his locks because of his own idiocy.

As he turns around ready to tell somebody off, though, he desperately wishes his soul had actually made the jump.

“Looking for these?” Carlos Sainz says, dangling Alex’s keys in front of his face with a smirk. Distantly, Alex is pretty sure his phone just fell to the ground. “You dropped them in the hall, I can see it’s an habit.” Carlos Sainz jokes.

Because, as it stands, Carlos Sainz is in front of him making a joke about how Alex seems to have an habit of dropping his personal stuff around like an idiot.

Which is precisely the best and worst thing that could ever possibly happen to him.

In a remote part of his barely functioning brain, Alex knows that he should probably laugh to not look like a complete weirdo - which is exactly what George had advised him of, amazing.

But all that actually manages to come out of his mouth is just a strangled noise as his mind goes through two things, not necessarily in that order: fuck he is hotter than on TV and fuck he is shorter than I thought.

“Is everything-“

“Yes!” Alex rushes to say, taking the offered keys out of Carlos’ hands before remembering that he has been raised with manners. “Thank you, I am- a bit distracted yes.”

“That’s okay.” Carlos says, reassuring. His smile is almost blinding, way too gentle than it should be when offered to, well, a complete stranger.

Alex can’t exactly miss the way Carlos’ eyes seem to take in the sight of him, raking from the top of his head to the worn points of his Converse. He probably looks ridiculous compared to the well-put and squeaky clean shoes on Carlos’ feet, but in his defence, they don’t have a dressing code at work, and he is no professional golfer.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, new neighbour.” Carlos says, and when his eyes meet Alex’s there’s a glint in them he can’t exactly decipher. “I am Carlos Sainz, but I seemed to notice you already know that.”

Oh.

Alex is fucked.

[everestgale]

I SLIDE U SMITTEN ACROSS THE FLOOR FOR THE CHARACTER ASK STUFF -OWL

SMITTEN OUR BELOVED...

[Send Me a Character and I'll List Ask Game]

favorite thing about them

Smitten is so full of love! And he is so open about his love! He loves the Princess no matter what she looks like, no matter what she does to you, how much hurt she inflicts on you. He will always love her! He is so passionate, so devoted to her, even to his own detriment-

Yes, my favorite thing about Smitten is how absolutely deranged and passionate he is. No, I am not sorry /lh

least favorite thing about them

This is less "least favorite thing about him" and more about disliking how some people misunderstand him as possessive and malicious in HEA. He is unhealthy and flawed, and he caused harm, absolutely, but he is not doing anything in HEA from the place of malice, and I will die on that hill <3

favorite line

"Oh, just you wait and see! My vengeance will echo the depths of my bereavement!"

brOTP

I really like the Grey Brothers (Skeptic + Smitten), I like the idea of them having a weird sibling-ish bond, but in a "distant sibling who you don't talk to much because you two are so different... but it's nice to chat and catch up sometimes, and you are still there for each other if you really need one another" kind of way.

OTP

Ironically, I don't actually ship Smitten all that much... who am I kidding, the answer is CheatedSmitten, and I really need to draw more of them when my wrist recovers, or I will EXPLODE-

(If you'd like a reason, a friend wrote a very nice description on how this ship would play out, and I've been rotating it in my head for a few weeks. Smitten, the kind of person to extend his heart wide open, but also to probably wonder if he will ever be enough after he disastrously failed with HEA... and Cheated, the guy who repeatedly failed over, and over, and over, and over, someone who would understand this feeling of not being enough- Okay, I gotta stop, otherwise it will take over this whole post)

nOTP

Definitely not a nOTP, it's just that out of popular Smitten ships, I have a very hard time imagining Smittunist (Smitten/Opportunist), and it's entirely because of how I designed and how I write both of them. In fact, I actually really like seeing how other people write and/or draw that ship!! So it's decisively a "me" and "my designs/interpretations" problem 💔

random headcanon

People-pleaser Smitten. You can see it throughout this entire post, I'm very deep in the "people-pleaser Smitten" headcanon mine, and I can't get out of it /lh

unpopular opinion

Once again, don't know how unpopular it is, but I think specifically in the Unknown Together ending, where Smitten knows that she left with the Long Quiet, while he would be sad for a while over the fact that the Princess is gone, he will eventually bounce back, accept the fact that she is happily with "the big guy" somewhere, wherever that might be, and then choose to extend his over-the-top loving self to other people (mainly, his fellow voices) <3

...this is specifically for the Unknown Together endings. If we're talking about A New and Unending Dawn... well, we get an entirely different Smitten.

song i associate with them

It's more of a mixed HEA + Smitten song, but there is no other song that I associate with Smitten more than this one, so "Predator" by The Crane Wives it is!

"What were you thinking? Shouldn't you know better? You took advantage of another anxious people pleaser"

I'm kind of obsessed with how these lines fit well as HEA singing about Smitten... but also as Smitten singing to the Long Quiet, or rather, you, the player, for choosing to stay in the cabin and create this "Happily Ever After" ending... only to be dissatisfied with it.

favorite picture of them

This is what happens when the character we're talking about is a disembodied voice who has no canon design. So! How about my favorite drawing of him, which is this illustration with the Damsel. Look at them! They are so happy :]

Ignore the fact that it's part of the illustration set and in the rest of the illustrations they are not so happy, that's not what the question was asking!

[snowydoesitall]

every place leads back to your place…

*:･ﾟ✧pairing: satoru gojo / suguru geto

✧summary: the iconic kfc breakup rewritten + satoru and suguru continue to see each other after suguru becomes a curse user.

♡a/n: my first long fic on here! it’s been a while but i hope you guys like it! (title’s a lyric from coffee by chappell roan)

ྀིcw: ANGST, probable hurt no comfort, mentions of them having hooked up but no actual smut written (idk if that warrants a mdni but proceed with caution just in case), canon divergence

“what?”

satoru stared at yaga in disbelief at what he’d just heard.

“suguru geto killed everyone in that village-“

“i heard you the first time, old man!”

yaga merely continued, ignoring satoru’s outburst. “suguru’s home was already empty, though from the bloodstains and the residuals, we can assume that he killed his parents too-“

“like hell he did!”

surely this must’ve been a cruel joke of some sort. there’s no way that suguru geto, satoru’s best friend (and secret crush) of all people would have done something so heinous, especially without reason.

unfortunately, satoru knew better than to believe that yaga would make a joke at a time like this.

without another word, satoru took off running in search of suguru, still clinging to what little hope he had left that the latter was innocent. a call from shoko eventually told him to head to shinjuku, so that’s where he went.

sure enough, he found his dark-haired friend not too long after, though it seemed he was heading somewhere else. still, satoru needed to talk to him, still hoping that what yaga said was a lie, though that hope was fading more and more now.

“suguru! explain yourself! what did you do?”

at the mention of his name, suguru paused, before turning to face satoru.

“shoko probably explained it to you already, satoru. the charges are real-“

“so you’re just gonna kill every non-sorcerer?! is that your plan?”

“it’s for the greater good, satoru. i promise, there’s significance to killing them in favor of a better society with only jujutsu sorcerers-“

“what greater good, suguru?! are you hearing yourself right now, because you’re planning to kill every non-sorcerer now and you and i both know that that’s not possible-“

“you and i?”

there was a level of anger in suguru’s tone that stunned satoru for a bit, enough to get him to stop talking. after a brief pause, suguru continued, his tone back to normal.

“you know, that’s quite arrogant of you to say, satoru. if it was you, you could probably do it, yet here you are standing in front of me trying to convince me that it’s unachievable.”

satoru opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. it was a rare occurrence for the white-haired man to be rendered speechless, but somehow suguru always knew how to do it.

“i’ve decided on my path, satoru. but it’s not too late for you to join me. together, we could create a world where everyone can thrive.”

suguru starts walking towards satoru, only stopping once he was right in front of him. he reaches a hand out to cup the white-haired man’s face, turning it to face his own.

“it could be you and me against the world, satoru. just like old times.”

with every word, suguru started leaning in closer and closer until his face was mere inches from satoru’s.

“together, we could make the impossible happen. so, satoru, what do you say?”

and without waiting for a response, suguru closes the distance between the two of them and, to satoru’s surprise, kissed him.

stunned, satoru didn’t know how to react. sure, he’d dreamed of times like this, but not with these circumstances.

suguru pulls away before satoru could even reply or hit him or even kiss him back.

and yes, there was some sick, twisted part of him that wanted to.

“well?”, satoru heard his dark-haired other half ask.

satoru wanted to lash out in anger. matter of fact, he had half a mind to take him out here and now, to save the higher ups the trouble. stepping back, he extended his arm, as if he were about to hollow purple him.

suguru geto, his once best friend, the man he fell in love with.

a flicker of hurt could be seen in suguru’s expression as he watched satoru extend his arm to cast hollow purple. it was brief, and he looked away quickly after, but the damage was already done.

in spite of everything, satoru knew he wouldn’t do it. couldn’t, some would argue.

if shoko asked him about it later, he’d make some excuse about how there were too many people around, and he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. but satoru knew himself better than that.

even the strongest people had their weak points, and suguru geto was definitely one of satoru’s.

with that in mind, satoru lowered his arms, and, in a rather defeated tone, finally gave a response.

“you know i can’t, suguru.”

suguru just nodded, looking rather disappointed but unsurprised.

“i figured you’d say about as much. that’s a shame, satoru, i really liked you.“

he turned to leave, but before doing so, he handed something over to satoru.

“if you ever change your mind, here’s where to find me.”

with that, suguru stepped forward, cupping satoru’s face once more, and for a moment it seemed like he was about to kiss him again.

but instead, he simply asked, “take good care of the others for me, won’t you?”

once satoru nodded, suguru finally walked away, leaving behind a stunned looking satoru, who had no idea what to make of the conversation he’d just had.

he looked down at the address that suguru had handed to him, which wasn’t too far from the school. he knew he’d have no use for the card, as he didn’t intend on changing his mind.

instead of throwing it away, however, satoru merely pocketed the card instead. what for, he wasn’t quite sure yet.

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a few years went by since that day.

satoru eventually became a teacher at tokyo jujutsu high, the school where him age suguru had once attended.

suguru was still at large, though by now no one was particularly looking for him anymore. not that anyone but satoru would’ve known where to find him anyway.

the two had gone down completely different paths. surely, no one expected them to still be intertwined with one another.

in a perfect world, they wouldn’t be. or maybe they would, but in different circumstances. one where they were both on the same side.

but there’s no such thing as a perfect world, is there?

currently, satoru was laying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. next to him with an arm around his waist was suguru, who was sound asleep, having tired himself out not too long ago as a result of another one of their secret little flings.

the two of them had been meeting up in secret for some time now. it started about a month after their last conversation. satoru had gone to the location that suguru had given him in an attempt to look for him. he wanted to try and convince suguru one last time to abandon his plan.

if this fails, he told himself, this is the last time i’ll see him.

satoru’s been telling himself this for the past two years now.

yet here he is, in suguru’s bed after another intimate night filled with sweet words that satoru knew would go nowhere but would choose to believe in the moment anyway.

it’s not like satoru keeps intending for every meet-up with his old best friend to turn into a hook up. hell, sometimes satoru isn’t even sure he knows how he keeps finding himself in suguru’s bed. but it feels as though no matter where they go, every place leads back to his place.

satoru knows that this’ll have to end someday. by this point, there was no changing suguru’s mind, so surely he’ll have to stop this sooner rather than later.

but every time he tells himself that this is the last time, no matter how long he tries to stay away, something always compels him to return to suguru once more.

with that, satoru merely sighs before returning suguru’s embrace, letting sleep take over his body as he decides to continue the illusion, at least for now.

this is the last time, satoru thinks to himself as he slowly drifts off.

but he knew better than to believe that.

should i make a part 2? i’ve got an idea in mind but idk yet🤔

edit: my math was a little off with the few years thing mb

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preachers son!art who invites you to stay with him over break…

art definitely has a strenuous relationship with being back home: a part of him likes getting to see friends, places that they don’t have at school like the mom-and-pop shops, his grandma, his mom, etc. but there’s that other part where it’s so suffocating to be at home where it kinda overpowers the things he enjoys so when he’s not home, he’s kind of at a peak because that suffocation isn’t as prevalent and most importantly he has you by his side.

so when spring rolls around and the time to go home for a week and a half comes, he asks if you would want to stay with him and you agree immediately which makes art just so happy because hes always wanted to show you around where he grew up but also he knows that he’ll have a better time at home when he’s with you.

he loves to take you around the little family owned restaurants and corner stores, telling you stories of when he was a kid going on and on about how he ‘accidentally’ put a pack of gum in his pocket while out shopping with his mom so when the alarm went off and he had to put the gum back, he already started on his hail marys and our fathers by the time his mom parked the car in the driveway when they got home. it makes you laugh and he has a little twinkle in his eye when he tells you all the stuff that comes flooding back to him.

he takes you out driving a lot just for fun. he’s a big fan of car conversations and driving around aimlessly: big hit activity when he was the first person out of his friends to get their license. you particularly like the little details he has in his car like the hanging rosary on his rearview mirror, the mother mary prayer card waving at you from the ac fan that’s turned on, and the little keychains on his keys; there’s not a lot but there’s a mini tennis racket and a little cross dangling. arts one of those guys that puts an arm around your head rest and/or reaches a hand out for you to take over the gear shift.

you obviously stay with him and his parents so he definitely gives you a little forewarning: you know how he was brought up and everything but he’s a worrier. he likes how you make the effort to get along with both of his parents like helping his mom in the kitchen or watching jeopardy with his dad (the only show that is on in the house that his dad deems good enough). art can swear he saw a little smile on his dad when you answered a question right when you were watching the show with him.

art lets you take his bed every night, matter of fact he insists every single time that you do no matter how much you protest that, “it’s his bed” and “i can take the blow up mattress”. you guys always stay up talking, your arm hanging off the side of the bed with your cheek pressed against the pillow as you listen to art speak. by the middle of the night, he always ends up in bed with you anyways after you ask him to: it’s a squeeze since it’s a twin bed of course but you both make it work. he has an arm around your middle and his hand brushes against your arm repeatedly. it’s times like these where he’s happy that he brought you with him because home is far more bearable with you around.

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🧙‍♂️✨ The Do’s and Don’ts of Being Friends with Stephen Strange: A Survival Guide by Serena Stark ✨🧙‍♂️ Pt. 1

Alright, I’m here to help all of you navigate the wild experience that is being friends with Stephen Cedric Vincent Strange, the guy who can open portals to alternate dimensions but still can’t pronounce "penguin" correctly. (Looking at you, Doc. 👀)

✅DO’s

Do accept that he’s basically a walking thesaurus.

When Stephen opens his mouth, prepare to hear words that make you feel dumb. Words like “epistemology,” “prestidigitation,” and “probabilistic thaumaturgy.” If you don’t know what half of those mean, don’t worry. Just nod and smile, and occasionally drop “That’s fascinating, Doc” like you're actually listening.

Do accept that he will judge your life choices.

You know how some people are passive-aggressive? Well, Stephen is aggressively passive. He’ll “casually” mention that you could probably fix your whole life with a little “focus” and “discipline” while giving you a judgmental side-eye. Thanks, Doc, I’m already working on it. Maybe don’t tell him about your Netflix binge—he’ll probably lecture you on “wasting time” or something equally annoying.

Do appreciate His Style.

Stephen's wardrobe is 90% cloaks, and honestly, he pulls it off. The man can be the most powerful sorcerer in the multiverse and still manage to look like he’s one step away from a Hogwarts graduation ceremony. Compliment his cloak. Always. It’s the only thing keeping his ego from imploding, and let’s face it, that thing is his most prized possession.

Do enjoy his random facts about everything.

No, seriously. Stephen Strange is basically a walking encyclopedia, but way more intense. He’ll casually mention facts about the history of magical realms, obscure creatures, or the properties of enchanted mushrooms, and you’ll wonder, “How does he know so much about mushrooms?!” But hey, it's better than the usual small talk, right? Just nod and say, "That's interesting, Doc," even if you’re still wondering about the mushroom thing.

Do pretend you understand magic (for his ego’s sake).

When Strange starts talking about spells or mystical rituals, just toss in a “Yeah, totally. That makes sense.” Maybe even throw in a “I think I can feel the magic now,” and watch him glow with pride. Deep down, we both know you have no idea what the hell he’s talking about, but this is the best form of flattery. No one tell him I still use Google to figure out half of what he says.

Do accept that you will never, ever win an argument.

Stephen is the king of "I told you so" moments. He’s been alive for centuries (or at least it feels that way), so he will outwit you, out-reason you, and out-snark you into oblivion. Don’t even bother trying to argue your point. Your best bet is just to nod and say, “Yeah, sure, Doc, you were right,” even if you know you weren’t wrong. It’s easier this way.

Do be ready to call him out when he’s wrong.

Even a Sorcerer has to take accountability. You might not have magical powers, but you’ve got that Stark wit and some serious confidence, so when he pulls a "Stephen Strange" moment—like when he tries to explain why he is always right—don’t hesitate to put him in his place. You’ll gain mad respect.

Do prepare for spontaneous philosophical debates about existence.

Somehow, Stephen will always find a way to turn your casual conversation into a deep dive about the nature of reality, the universe, and how everything is interconnected—even the way your coffee tastes. Just roll with it. You didn’t plan on spending the next 45 minutes contemplating the meaning of life while looking at a cup of coffee, but here we are.

Do embrace the unexpected trips to the Sanctum Sanctorum.

Being friends with Stephen means you might end up in the Sanctum Sanctorum at odd hours. And not just the “let’s grab some coffee and chat” kind of visit—oh no, sometimes you’ll be swept into dimension-bending, reality-altering escapades with absolutely zero notice.

Do learn the art of nodding and pretending you understand the mystic mumbo-jumbo.

Let’s face it, half the time you’re going to be completely out of your depth when Stephen talks about magic, alternate dimensions, or cosmic phenomena. But don’t panic—just nod, repeat a key word you might have understood, and when in doubt, throw in an “I knew that!” Stephen will never know that you have no idea what’s going on. After all, he’s a wizard, not a mind reader. Probably.

Do accept that he's secretly proud of you (sometimes).

Deep down, Stephen is actually quite proud of you when you manage to hold your own in a conversation about magical chaos or dimensional anomalies. It’s rare to get an actual compliment, but when you do, it’s like a momentous occasion. Think of it as winning a gold medal in a very niche event. But if he ever says, “You did well,” it’s like the highest form of praise he’ll give you, and you’ll feel like you’ve just achieved enlightenment.

Do remind him to eat... occasionally.

As busy as he is, Stephen somehow forgets to eat. So, when you're hanging out, throw a snack his way and remind him that the human body still needs food—no matter how much magic he’s conjuring. If you’re lucky, he’ll mutter something about “taking care of himself,” but hey, at least he ate.

DON'Ts

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Another movie other than Wolverine Origins (which is starting to become an underrated favorite of mine) and Deadpool and Wolverine where people would totally take advantage of Logan being ticklish is the X-Men from X-Men (2000). Jean, Rogue, and the other X-Men would definitely take advantage of tickling Logan, finding it hilarious that the tough Wolverine is so ticklish.

The OG X-men movie will always have a special place in my heart. 🥰 I can't believe that came out 25 years ago! 😭 But absolutely the other X-men would delight in partaking to tickle Logan to pieces!

He's so standoffish and tense around them all in the beginning, but eventually he starts to relax and realize that he's in a safe place.

Headcanons below the cut 👇

ROGUE:

I think one of the first to learn about Logan being ticklish would likely be Rogue. Her and Logan just have that close bond that makes Wolverine soften up and actually be vulnerable around her.

He'd probably tickle her sometimes to try to cheer her up if she needed it or just for fun as I imagine that with her mutation she probably enjoys sharing in any kind of physical affection that she can get. And that means she also likes giving it back!

At first Logan insists that he's not ticklish because of course that idea is just completely absurd, but eventually he can no longer evade all of her attempts. Once she is able to give his sides some good squeezes, he just can't hold in his giggles though he instinctively continues to try to play it off. She's determined to prove him wrong and tickles him even harder until he's laughing so much that there's no denying it anymore.

Despite his reluctance to show weakness Logan understands what it means to her and doesn't really fight it, even though he can barely handle it. He made a vow to take care of her and that includes her mental health. He'll let her tickle him until he's crying if it will make her happy, and a lot of times she'll do exactly that. She cares a lot about him too and knows that he's always in a better mood after she gets him laughing like that.

Sometimes she even manages to rope Bobby into helping her while Logan protests about the unfairness of two against one.

JEAN:

Jean obviously figures it out with him always being in the infirmary so she's constantly touching him which causes him to blurt out that it tickles (as seen in CANON towards the end of the movie ☝😁). Usually, he's pretty stripped down to nothing but a pair of pants, or sometimes even just his boxer shorts if he has any more serious injuries on his legs so he's very exposed during these exams.

Jean's touch is so gentle and light that Logan can't resist the urge to squirm when she's working around any of his really ticklish areas, like his stomach; his reactions charming her to no end. But being that this is the woman he's become infatuated with Logan naturally doesn't mind any of it one bit.

He even goes so far as to make provoking quips that result in many "accidental" tickles. Her "accidentally" probing that sensitive spot on his lower ribs a little too hard, or "accidentally" scratching her fingers along the bottom of his bare foot in passing, or Oh no! Is that a lump she feels under his arm?! Better check them both thoroughly to make sure!

If she's ever feeling particularly vindictive then Logan is in big trouble being that she possesses the ability of telekinesis. That means she can easily hold him down and really show him just how ticklish he is, and it doesn't take long before he's begging for mercy through hysterical laughter.

ORORO:

Storm is probably the gentlest of all with him. While everyone else likes to get him laughing pretty hard she tends to just give him little pokes here and there when she's trying to get him to smile. Logan genuinely enjoys her company as she just has an aura about her that makes him feel like he doesn't need to put on his tough guy front around her so much. (I personally MUCH prefer LoganxOroro over LoganxJean.)

Seeing him fully relaxed is not a common thing and Ororo does her best to help him out with that. An offer for a massage from her is always on the table and there are many times Logan will seek her out to request her talents. She is not limited on where she will massage him; back, neck, feet, anywhere really that he feels he could use it, and Logan is not shy about shedding any of his clothes.

Even though she is known to mix in some light tickling with it all this does not dissuade Logan one bit. He has never admitted it out loud, but he secretly finds the soft tickles to be relaxing. Ororo knows of course, seeing him giggle and squirm without any objection to what she is doing to him. Occasionally she'll throw in some playful teases if she wants to see him blush too, though that usually gets her some half-hearted growls.

FYI there is a super adorable t-fic with Logan and Ororo by @snugglyfluffle that you all should go read if you haven't already. 🥰

https://www.tumblr.com/snugglyfluffle/763570606365081600/purring-pup?source=share

SCOTT:

Logan and Scott are definitely not on the best of terms, especially with Logan sniffing around Jean so much. Logan likes to flex on him to show him just how tough he really is though Scott typically tries to be the bigger man and ignore it. Sometimes Logan just gets too much in his personal space though and when Scott puts his hands on Logan's stomach to push him away, he notices how Logan curls up a little and defensively puts his arms over the area.

Only later does Scott realize what that was about and now that he knows the tough guy is ticklish, he exploits that the first chance that Logan gives him an excuse to. Scott is the only person that Logan genuinely dislikes being tickled by since the only reason he does it is to try to humiliate him. He has to control himself to not stab Scott in anger because he knows that Jean would definitely not be happy about that.

Never wanting to give Scott the satisfaction of forcing him to laugh Logan does his best to hold it all in for as long as possible. Eventually when he does break, he takes the opportunity to boast about how much better Jean is at tickling him than Scott is. This pisses off Scott to no end and his tickling gets a lot rougher to the point of causing pain, which Logan is much more accustomed to dealing with. Despite the position he's in Logan always feels like he comes out the winner in those situations.