#someone is nice to him one time and he's like wait a damn fucking minute

[cometblaster2070]

hordak is such a ridiculous man because my brother really came out here with the COOLEST fucking entrance and he was genuinely being set up as such a scary and threatening villain

like look at this he actually looks so fucking cool when we first see him. i honestly thought he was going to be our main villain for the entirety of the series.

but then we see him interact with entrapta and then the realization suddenly hits that not only is he the most awkward person ever he's also just turned into like WifeGuy™ the second entrapta talks to him.

absolute fucking loser i'm just obsessed with how hard he tries to just act like a normal villain; like he has the scary armor, the dimly lit lair and throne, even his voice sounds scary like.

he even has his own weird little minion and whatever the fuck shadow weaver is. generally, his whole scary vibe and plans for world domination set him up as a proper villain, but then he meets entrapta and all of that just CRUMBLES and is tossed out the window.

10/10 i'm a fan of the progression.

[yourlittlebunnyy]

all the times franco and yn were unhinged on each others socials

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[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

≡;-꒰ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 & 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔: 𝑬𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑶𝒖𝒕

── mdni sexual content. l&ds boys and how they eat you out. inclusive of: oral (f. receiving), slight pet name usage, praise, cursing.

⁺₊ / an: your wish is my command anonie! 🥰

rafayel, out of all the boys, would arguably be the most eager, and arguably the most skilled. because first and foremost, he simply loves being there between your thighs. he loves love your smell, and your taste, altogether—so much so that he could definitely stay there for hours.

but he's also anything but nice about it. because the minute you give him permission, he'll be swirling his tongue, lapping at your juices, practically moaning against you with how good you taste...

... and rafayel knows how to use his tongue. he's so damn good at using it, never failing to bring you to your high; never stopping, either. the hours he can spend eating you out aren't soft and gentle, he'll keep up his pace in an almost desperate manner to drink you up. he doesn't mean to overstimulate you, really! it's not intentional, he just can't get enough of you!

"mmhfffuck— taste so damn good—"

xavier would be slow with his movements, just little easygoing, languid licks up your cunt, softly lapping at your entrance. he's also someone who would gladly go at this for house on end, but this is because he finds the process relaxing. comforting. so he prolongs it—he takes his time. he'll focus on the taste, wanting to savor every last drop, as much as possible... all with absolutely no rush, ao it allows you to feel, more accurately, all of what he's doing to you. and boy, would it feel good.

but. the downside of this is that he doesn't necessarily intend on making you cum. sure, he likes your taste, and he'll try to get as much of it as he can—much like rafayel, he won't stop until he's tired and satisfied! but the build-up to your release will definitely be slow. it's almost like teasing, unintentionally... not that he would edge you, or overstimulate you, but he won't actively try to bring you to an orgasm as quickly as possible, either!

"hm? s'okay, angel... you'll get there eventually..."

zayne would eat you out with purpose. he's precise, and very much intentionally wants you to cum. in fact, it's not just a want for him—it's a need. every swirl of his tongue and every suck on your clit is made with the drive to bring you to your high. he knows—he's memorized—all the spots that have your bck arching into his face, allowing the tip of his nose to brush against your clit so perfectly, it has you absolutely reeling.

and he knows exactly how to get you all worked up even more. because the entire time he's eating you out, he will be maintaining eye-contact with you. bright, piercing eyes gazing straight into yours, a hint of mirth in them as his tongue plunges into you.

you're not allowed to look away. you wouldn't dare.

"mm... look at me, sweetheart. need to see you."

caleb would be very much of a tease. he's also someone who knows exactly how you like to be eaten out, and arguably, he'd have impeccable technique—but he won't give you that. he knows how easily you cum from his tongue, that he would rather give all his attention to every other part of your body... before he'd dare to start licking your cunt.

you'd be begging, writhing, aching to have his tongue between your folds... but you simply have to wait. this is one of the only times caleb gets to have his fun in teasing you to no end, and he will, by all means, enjoy it.

"fuck, baby, you're drenched. all this for me?"

jeremiah would start out incredibly, incredibly shy at first. his hands placed tentatively over your thigh, starting with testing little licks because he isn't quite sure of what he's doing... he'd even have you guide his head, anything to ensure he's doing things the way you want him to—because he wants, needs, to make you feel good. he'll even look up at you every now and then with innocent little "was that okay?"s and "did that feel good?"s, always searching for affirmations from you.

and his eyes would be so genuine and sincere despite the act the both of you are participating in, that it's almost adorable, like a breath of fresh air. he'll eat you out with the most considerate prioritization of your pleasure, learning as he goes, until he can undeniably bring you to cum all over his tongue.

"oh... it looks like you liked that? should i do it again? like... this?"

⁺₊ / an: have you noticed i updated my character list for lnds..... LMAKDJSJFJHSHF

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[nadvs]

looking to score (one-shot)

pairing footballcaptain! rafe cameron x female headcheerleader! reader

rating explicit 18+

summary rafe has been flirting with you all season long. just when you think he’s never going to actually seal the deal, you do something to make him dangerously jealous and he realizes he’ll need you to prove who you’re loyal to.

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The state championship game coming up means there are two sure things you can count on.

One, you have to hold twice as many cheerleading practices to make sure your routines are clean and flawless.

And two, everyone on campus has Rafe Cameron’s name in their mouth.

He’s the starting quarterback, the captain of the football team, the fucking pride and joy of your college. For him, it’s awesome. He loves the attention. As for you, you’ve given up on trying to stifle your eye-rolls any time someone mentions him.

Rafe is the cockiest man you’ve ever known. Your interactions with him have been limited, but telling. He’s been teasing you all season, flirting and acting like he’ll finally put a move on you. But then he never does.

Before every home game, as team captains, you stand first in your respective line in the tunnelled corridor that leads out to the football field. This gives Rafe a nice few minutes to flirt with you and does he love to lay it on thick.

Today, finally, it’s the day of the championship game, and your college is hosting. The campus is buzzing with excitement, colorful signs in the stands, every parking lot full.

You’re waiting in your usual spot. The crowds in the stands outside are roaring and the conversations of cheerleaders and college staff are bouncing around the concrete tunnel.

The players aren’t here yet, but you know it’s only a matter of minutes before Rafe leads them down the hall, pausing next to you, messing with you like always.

It’s almost torment the way he works you up, then does nothing about it. Nonetheless, you look forward to this little routine you two have and hope he puts his money where his mouth is one day.

Rafe lives for the buzz before a home meet. The local fame he amasses, the promise of an hour-long game where he’s celebrated for his aggression, the opportunity to talk to you before he steps out onto the field… it’s electrifying.

When he saunters down the corridor towards you, all height and breadth and fucking ego, his eyes trail down your body like he’s imagining what’s underneath your cheerleading uniform.

“Damn,” he lowly mutters to you. “I swear, that skirt keeps getting shorter.” He leans back against the hard wall, waiting for his cue to rush the field.

“Wishful thinking,” you reply, crossing your arms.

Rafe soaks in the sight of your cleavage, the way your tits press together under your v-neck top when you stand like that. His blood runs hot like it always does when he sees you.

“This is a big game,” he says. He’s rolling his helmet in his big hands, his shoulder pads wide, the red of his jersey somehow making his blue eyes look even bluer. “You shouldn’t be distracting me.”

“Do you ever give it a rest?” you ask. He bites his lip, gaze dropping to your legs.

“We both know you don’t want that.” His smirk is so cocky, his dimples so taunting, that you have to look away from him. He’s almost too hot.

“Got me there, Rafe,” you say sarcastically. When you roll your eyes at him, his dirty mind immediately imagines you doing that from pleasure while he fucks you.

“Good, get used to saying my name,” he chuckles.

“Because I’ll be screaming it later, right?” you quip. “Original.” Regardless, you feel yourself flush a little when you imagine him on top of you.

“I’m just sayin’, be prepared,” he says, amused as hell. The band starts playing the familiar entrance music in the stands, prompting you to get ready to run out.

“You want me so bad, it’s embarrassing.” You kneel over to pick your pompoms off the ground, purposely perking your ass in his direction. He feels his groin tighten at the view.

“I’m not embarrassed,” he says. You meet his eyes and can’t stifle the smile on your face, shaking your head as he pulls his helmet over his head.

Goddamn, he wish he knew if he actually had a chance with you. But he hasn’t ever made a real move, sure you’d reject him in a heartbeat. It’d be too big a blow to his ego.

The game is a close one through all four periods. You and your team cheer on the sidelines as the sun starts to set, trying to weaken the thick tension that stretches across the field.

Rafe plays fast and rough like usual, but you’ve noticed he has a sudden rivalry with one of the opposing players. Every time he gets even remotely close to number 33, who’s clearly been tasked with taking Rafe down, he’s shouting at him or shoving him.

His aggression is hot. Always has been. You look away from the field as if someone can read your mind.

Of course, it’s Rafe’s touchdown that wins the game for the home team. You’re elated, the cheering and applause and energy around you magnetizing.

You and the other cheerleaders storm the field, followed by the marching band and everyone on the coaching team.

In the crowd, you see Rafe with his helmet off, smiling the biggest you’ve ever seen. The stadium lights are strong, washing him in a bright light, showcasing the handsome planes of his face.

“Don’t rub it in, huh?” you hear. You turn to see a player from the other team smirking at you, his helmet hanging off his fingers.

“Kind of my job,” you reply, gesturing to your pompoms. He laughs, nodding as he looks down. Okay, he’s cute.

Rafe’s impulse is to look for you, brag to you about his win and about how you have no choice but to cheer for him.

When his eyes land on you, you’re standing on the field looking so fucking cute with your hip cocked, smiling at…

His blood boils. You’re smiling at another guy. The guy who’s been dogging him and pissing him off the whole game. Number 33. Why the fuck are you smiling at him?

Rafe can’t control himself. He starts to push through the crowd to get you the hell away from that asshole, when the coach stops him, talking to him about their play.

He loses sight of you and it makes every sore muscle in his body tense.

When the team heads inside, Rafe doesn’t even have the patience to peel off his muddy uniform. He leaves his helmet in his locker and rushes out of the room to find you.

He’s pissed off at your lack of loyalty. He’d like to think it’s because he cares about the team that much, but no. You’re his. Some dickhead, especially one on the opposing team, isn’t going to flirt his way into your pants.

When he spots you walking through one of the hallways that surrounds the stadium, he rushes to you and grabs your wrist.

You look up to see Rafe staring down at you with hard eyes.

“Why were you talking to that asshole?” he asks over the sound of the chattering crowds surrounding you.

Excitement burns through you. Is he talking about the player who flirted with you? Damn. He’s jealous. You give him a gratified smile.

“Only asshole I talked to today was you,” you reply.

“What did he say?” he demands, voice low. What’s worse is that you fucking smiled at him, a smile that should only be reserved for him, but he won’t say that out loud.

“He was hitting on me,” you reply, smirking. “Hopefully he’ll actually do something about it. Unlike you.”

Your response throws him for a second. If you want him to follow through, to finally resolve months of sexual tension, he’ll gladly fucking do it.

He angrily yanks you towards him and you allow him to guide you through the throngs of spectators.

Rafe has one thing in mind. He knows where the visiting teams park their bus. And he’s taking you there.

He roughly pushes open the heavy door to the back parking lot, pulling you behind him. The evening air is warm and the area is dark and fenced up and all you can hear is his panting.

Hard hands find your hips and push you against the cold, metal wall of the bus. Rafe’s finally facing you again, his stare penetrating. Your heart is hammering with anticipation.

“You want me to do something about it, huh?” he rasps. He pushes his hips against yours, grinding against you.

“Fucking finally,” you breathe.

His lips are on yours as he huffs a chuckle, unable to believe that you’re crumbling for him this damn easily.

His tongue runs against yours and his body feels so firm, the smell of his sweat musky and so fucking sexy. You feel the bulge of his hardening cock against your groin and you buck against him.

His hand eagerly runs up your thigh, below your skirt. When his fingers press against your cunt, you jolt, your breath stopping for a second.

“You wet for me?” he asks, pads of his fingers pushing up against your entrance. His breath is hot, his nose nudging yours. Arousal coils in your stomach, tight and hot.

You feel so soft and moist through your panties. Rafe knows he won’t be able to simply touch you for much longer. He needs to be inside you.

“Mhm,” you can only desperately hum.

His other hand moves from your hip to your face, squeezing your cheeks together as he looks down at you.

“What’s that?” he asks.

“Yes,” you reply clearly, eyes boring into his.

Excitement pools in you when he moves his hands away to pull down his pants. You eagerly hike up your skirt and yank down your underwear.

It’s so fucking insane to be doing this out here. Someone could come through the door in a second. But the risk of it just adds to the thrill.

You revel in the sight of Rafe’s hard, curved cock in his hand. He’s fucking huge. You can admit the ego is warranted.

Rafe loves your expression, the way your lips are parted in surprise.

“Damn, look at you,” he huffs with a smirk. “You want this dick so bad.”

You eagerly lift your knee for him and he takes the invitation immediately, holding your leg up against his hip.

The feeling of him lining himself up against your cunt is mind-blowing. He pushes into you slowly, every inch feeling better than the last.

“How long have you wanted this?” he grunts once he bottoms out.

“Feels like fucking forever,” you admit breathlessly. “What took you so long?”

“Just be grateful you’re getting it,” Rafe replies. So cocky. Typical.

He pulls back then thrusts into you. Hard. You let out a strained sob and he inhales sharply at how nicely you’re squeezing around him.

“Oh, my God,” you whimper. The leg holding you up is wobbly already, making you grateful his hand is firmly hooked underneath your knee.

“You think that idiot can fuck you like this?” he says, driving in and out of you.

“No,” you say, and you mean it. You’re not sure anybody can pound into you so effortlessly, with so much passion.

You dip your head back, eyes squeezed shut while he fucks you.

“Don’t fucking talk to him again,” he orders, his hand rubbing over your chest and roughly kneading your tits.

This jealousy, this ownership, is so fucking hot. He continues to pull in and out so hard and so fast that you know you’ll be sore tomorrow.

“I won’t,” you promise. He’s so big inside you, stretching you so nicely, that you feel your stomach tightening already. “Shit. I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it loudly,” he says with a self-satisfied laugh. “And say my name.”

You obey, and when the orgasm rocks through you, your blood runs hot and sparks go off through your entire body. Rafe feels you squeezing him even tighter and he groans, cumming inside you in hot waves, twitching.

You bite your lip as he pulls out, feeling aftershocks of pleasure rocking through you.

Realizing what you’ve just done, that you’re in a fully public area, you frantically pull up your panties and readjust your skirt. Rafe looks amused by your nervousness, slowly getting dressed again.

“That was…” you begin, but you don’t have the words. Rafe leans down, capturing your face in his hands again to kiss you deeply.

A loud bang forces you apart. You see a player from the opposing team stepping out the door, trailed by the rest of his team.

A few seconds earlier, and you’d have been mortified. But Rafe takes the opportunity to kiss you again before taking your hand and pulling you through the door, past the group of guys.

“Get home safe,” Rafe mutters to them with a smirk, his tone taunting and entirely disingenuous. He spots number 33 and smiles at him with nothing but contempt.

He squeezes your hand and tilts his head towards you as the two of you walk by the sullen man.

“Looks like you lost,” Rafe half-laughs, very clearly not talking about the game.

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[calisources]

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All these quotes are taken from different works of fiction and depict sensual, sexual tension between two people in different scenarios. There are some that are suggestive while others are more detail so this meme is nsft and usft, please tag accordingly. Mentions of jealousy, possessiveness, sex, fantasies are all here. Change pronouns, names, locations as you see fit.

I knew the first moment I saw him that it was going to be raw, it was going to be ugly, and I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it.

You're still looking.

You make it hard to look away.

I'm over here keeping my hands and memories to myself because you asked me to, that’s not fair.

If you'd just man up and admit there's something between us, I would strip down to my skin so you could see every single inch of me.

How long are you going to make me wait?

How awfully presumptuous of you to think I'd let you.

You missed my arrogance almost as much as I missed your impudence, little one.

You said not to fall for you. Did you change your mind?

We both needed to blow off some steam, and we did, right?

They say the colour of a lady’s lips is an exact match to another region on the body?

You're too soft.

Can we go back to making out now?

You sound jealous.

Then tell me this is what you truly want. Swear you want this more than anything else and I'll never mention it again.

If you want me to play the bawd, at least give me the benefit of your advice.

Tell me how it's done. Do you think she'd like it if I came to her like this, if I looked deeply in to her eyes?

And then like this? Is this how I ought to seduce her?

You're wet, aren't you?

You drove me mad.

She asked me not to be gentle with her, either,I would have been gentle with you, though.

I would have had you moaning my name throughout it all. And I would have taken a very, very long time, Feyre.

I'm all yours to look at, you know.

You need to let me go, darling, before we start something I intend to finish.

Feel free to touch, darling. It's all yours.

. . .I hate you.

Say it again.

Grind it. Nice and fine.

I gave him a few smiles and he handed over a family heirloom. I bet he'd give me the keys to his territory if I showed up wearing those undergarments.

Why shouldn't I? You seem to have difficulty not staring at me day and night.

Am I supposed to deny, that I find you attractive?

Is that a challenge, Feyre?

Do you think it's fair that you have seen every inch of me, and I have seen none of you?

Move with me now.

Touch me anywhere you please.

I want you to make love to me.

Do you know what that truly means?

You do know? You know that I will be inside you and that I will move inside you, until we are both mad from pleasure?

I want you inside me.

You have three minutes to get ready now.

I did dream about you. I didn’t want to, but I did.

What was I doing in your dreams?

Someone is watching us through the window.

All the more reason to put on a good show.

You're not in a position to make demands.

The best things are found in the most secret places.

And you are a beautiful, sexy temptress who is about to be fucked by a man who wants her so desperately he's willing to do anything to have her.

When I'm with a woman, it's not me doing the begging.

You're rubbing yourself all over me. What did you think was going to happen?

I thought you were all about self-control.

I remember how powerful those thighs are.

You are more beautiful than I imagined.

And your skin... Christ, it shimmers like gold.

I'm naked underneath.

Tell me----did it get you off knowing I was watching?

I want to take you under the moonlight.

Please, don’t stop.

Oh, so I shouldn’t? That would be cruel of me, wouldn’t it?

I am the cruelest man you will ever meet, but, I will make you feel so good, you will not care.

I’ve never been with a man before.

You do bad things to me, Carrie. Very bad things.

And you, Miss, are no lady.

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Simon Riley lets out a high-pitched squeal when you shower with him first time because the water is too goddamn hot. (but it’s the best temperature for you).

LOL YES YES YES THIS IS SO TRUE!! Idk why but I also have a hc that he prolly jumped a bit to avoid the hot splash because in his military life he's used to shower in cold ass water, and rarely has time to adjust the temperature since he showered in rush (3 minutes shower). His skin might be a little pink or red after warm (hot) shower. Please just give this man lukewarm bath with rubber duck, shark and starfish, a gentle scalp massage would be a help too and trust me 100% he's addicted to it

yes he deserves a nice bath 😈 ty for the ideas!! this is just some little scenes I think will happen :D!

Simon*Reader, silly couple

btw anon’s talking about this post

Shower with Simon Riley

1.

You finally convince Simon to shower with you the first time (not that he doesn’t want it, he’s just not familiar with these intimate couple things, give that man some time to build his courage).

You throw your clothes aside without any bit of shyness, and step behind the shower curtain, turning on the water and waiting for Simon to come in.

You can’t help but salivate at the man’s figure, and he seems to notice your gaze, his ego must thrive to sky-high in mere seconds.

Until you rinse the water on his chest.

“eee!”

“???” You almost doubt it’s a seagull showering with you when you hear the high-pitched squeak coming from your lover whose voice is always low and gravel.

“...” Oh, and he’s avoiding meeting your eyes now.

“Did you just squeal Simon?”

“No.”

“But I heard—“

“No.”

2.

“You want this bath bomb or this or that?”

“They’re all fucking same.”

“No, this is vanilla, this is lavender, this is rose and this is...”

“Bloody hell... just choose one for me.”

“Alright then.” You toss the vanilla one into the lukewarm water.

10 minutes after Simon falls asleep in the bathtub with the rubber duck in his hand when you softly scratch his scalp.

...

A few days later, you open the drawer outside the bathroom and get drowned by tons of vanilla bath bombs.

“I thought someone said all of them are the same...” You smirk at Simon, while he just stares at you and can’t find a convincing reason to defend himself.

3.

You discover Simon’s skin turns into light pink after showering with you a few times.

“You’re like a strawberry” You two are cuddling on the bed after a soothing shower together. “Your skin always becomes pink after you shower with me.”

“I’m not a fucking strawberry.”

“How about peach?”

“That’s the same.”

“but it’s cute, seeing your cheeks turn red.”

You poke his face cheekily, but he just shoves your blahaj on his face to cover it.

“What, Simon?” You snicker as you scoot closer “Shy for being said cute?”

“...” He doesn’t answer, just covers his face with your plushie more secure.

“How can I kiss you when you cover your face, handsome?”

“...” Simon still maintains silence, but you’re damn sure he’s hesitating.

“You don’t want my kiss?” You fake a disappointed tone, and eventually, he moves the blahaj out of his face.

Your smile deepens when you still spot the pink smearing across his cheeks.

“That’s my man.” You peck his lips “Thanks, cutie”

You really should stop teasing him. You tell yourself when he smashes the blahaj on his face again once he hears you call him cutie.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

It's Inevitable

Prompt Day 4: Mistletoe | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Brief Period-Typical Homophobia | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, But Is The Town Pariah, First Kiss

The amount of eggnog Steve has requested they pick up is borderline insane. How many people is he expecting at his party tonight? Honestly. The line to checkout at the Big Buy is long, too long, and Eddie regrets offering to be the last minute errand boy.

Everybody's out in full-force stocking up for New Year's, and now it looks like he intends to drink his body weight in yellow sludge.

At least he forced Gareth into coming with him, so he isn't suffering alone.

Waiting for their turn to pay, there is a cardboard box floor display full of sprigs of mistletoe. Clearance priced and ready to move after Christmas. They've all seen better days, and are meant to be an impulse purchase to move them out the door, Unfortunately, Eddie falls for it, hook, line and sinker. He picks one up, and throws one in the top basket of the cart, and continues to wait as he glances at all the magazines, seeing what he can read for free while they're stuck in place.

"What's that for?" Gareth asks, picking up the mistletoe with two fingers, holding it outwards, like it might bite him. 

"The party," Eddie answers, "why are you acting like it's poisonous?"

"It is poisonous," Gareth answers, tossing it back into the cart, then brushes his hands against his jeans, like that will clean them, "Who are you trying to kill?"

"Sssh," Eddie hisses, looking around. It hasn't been long enough that he feels truly comfortable in town, and he definitely doesn't want killing associated with him any fucking longer. Jesus. He just wants to kiss someone. Is that too much to ask?

He doesn't think so.

"I just thought it might make the night interesting, that's all," Eddie finally answers.

"Interesting. Sure. Am I even invited to this party?" Gareth asks.

Eddie sighs, "Yes. You're invited where I'm invited, why do you keep asking that every damn time we do something with Steve?"

"He never talks to me. He only talks to you," Gareth grumbles.

"Do you want to talk to him?" Eddie asks.

"No, not really. But it might be nice to not feel invisible," he says, arms crossed, petulant.

Eddie will tell Steve to say hi or something, make the little shit happy.

The old man behind the register glares at him, which is par for the fucking course. He holds the mistletoe like Eddie is asking to use it on him, and Eddie has to bite his tongue to not be snarky, as the old asshole mumbles under his breath about Eddie being a freak, a queer, a murderer, and Eddie squeezes the handle of the cart. He's two of the three, but this asshole doesn't get to say so.

That's been the worst part of his reentry into society after barely surviving the court of public opinion. The scrutiny, the hatred, still so real that he doesn't feel comfortable being himself in town. He escaped being convicted for murders he didn't commit by the skin of his teeth, thanks to Hopper's miraculous resurrection. He knows that.

But being quiet, and non-reactive, when he feels wronged, is soul-crushing.

He doesn't snap at him, but Gareth does, and nobody is about to cast stones at Carolyn Jones' little boy, freak or not. They are part of the fabric of town, like Eddie never will be.

Gareth sassing him on Eddie's behalf is enough to not make Eddie feel so fucking kicked while he's down, and Eddie smiles as he hands over Steve Harrington's money. Knowing if the old coot knew that, he'd shit bricks.

Back at Harrington's house, Eddie pulls the small bundle out of the sack. It's stupid. He's aware it's stupid. But it gives him a chance, so he's gonna do it. 

"Is that mistletoe?" Steve asks.

"Yeah, funny, right?" 

"For sure, I wonder what weird pairings of people we can lure under there?"

There's only one weird pairing Eddie cares about, and they are both standing right here, right now.

"I don't know, but I'm sure Gareth would appreciate being set up under here with someone cute."

Eddie drags over one of the dining room chairs, and makes sure he takes off his shoes so Mrs. Harrington doesn't see shoeprints if she ever comes home.

"You got a pushpin?" Eddie asks, and Steve disappears to find one. When he turns back up, Eddie loops the ribbon through, and stands on his tiptoes.

He can't quite reach. Fucking vaulted ceilings in rich people houses.

Steve laughs, "Let me get the step ladder." 

Eddie stands there looking at the door frame.

Steve climbs the ladder, and takes the mistletoe from Eddie's hand. And Eddie watches as Steve stretches upwards, pressing the sharp end of the tack into the wood. A sliver of his hairy belly showing as his sweater rides up.

The sweater is red, and looks so soft. Eddie wants to touch it. Touch him.

Steve lowers his arms and then they're just looking at each other.

Steve breaks their eye contact, and comes down one step, readjusting his shirt.

Then they're eye-to-eye again, and Eddie swallows. Shit.

"Well, huh, would you look at that?" Steve says, so fucking smooth that Eddie misses his meaning.

"Look at what?" Eddie asks, because all he can look at is Steve.

"We're standing under mistletoe. Wonder how that got there?"

And then Steve's leaning forward, using his smooth fucking lines on Eddie, and all Eddie can think is that he really shouldn't be doing this off the ground. He's liable to fall and crack open his skull.

But Steve slides his arm over Eddie's shoulder, moving to both pull him closer and keep him secure, as Steve's lips press against Eddie's.

Holy shit.

Eddie kisses back, and hopes that this isn't just Steve being silly. Hoping that maybe this was a mutual good excuse to get this ball rolling.

The moment Steve's tongue touches Eddie's, he knows it isn't a joke.

It's inevitable.

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[lovecla]

IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.

chapter three:

<last chapter> <next chapter>

➴ warnings: smut (semi-public, dirty talk, brief thigh riding, lingerie kink, degradation and praise at the same time? just filthy tbh)

➴ word count: 1.5k

➴ author’s note: …i have nothing to say for myself.

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WITH all of the things you had to do before releasing your album, it had been almost two weeks since the last time you saw Jack.

Which, if you were to be one hundred percent honest, you were grateful for. Trying to figure out what you were feeling whenever you were around him was already hard enough to do on its own, now doing it with Jack around? Even worse.

You still texted everyday, although you didn’t know what that meant in your… fuck-buddies-situationship. With your previous arrangements, you only texted if one of you wanted to have sex. Besides that? Never.

But, in your ultimate defense, Jack was the one to start it. With simple texts like “hey, how are you?”, he built some type of text schedule between the two of you, and you wouldn’t be the one to break it.

To your extreme horror, you actually missed him: his masculine, clean scent, his warm hands around you, his jokes, his laugh, his kisses and his dick.

You often wondered if he was having sex with someone else during the time you were apart and that thought made you ache. You knew it wasn’t any of your business, and you knew he was technically allowed to do that— and so were you— but it still hurt nonetheless.

“Can we get some warm lighting on top of her, please?” The photographer’s voice brought you back to the present, where you were shooting some pictures for your collaboration with Skims. You never cared much about the Kardashians but damn if those lingerie didn’t look good on you.

Someone moved the lamp around so that the warm lighting was now hitting your face, and you started posing again. It was your last outfit, and you were tired. It was half past nine and after shooting for six hours straight, you just wanted to go home and sleep. But, you still had at least fifteen more minutes.

“That’s great, Soph, you look awesome.” The man complimented you, earning a smile. At least the people there were nice and you felt comfortable enough wearing lingerie around them. “One more for me, please.”

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ENTERING your changing room, you felt exhausted. Everyone left to have dinner and you were waiting for Grace to arrive, so she could pick you up. You were still wearing the two piece set, a blue babydoll and panties; your hair was still perfectly styled and your makeup flawless.

You heard a knock on the door, and you scrunch your nose, wondering why Grace would knock. She was against all types of knocking.

Opening the door, nothing could’ve prepared you for Jack standing there, looking gorgeous as always; gray sweatpants, a loose hoodie and blue eyes devouring you.

“Jack? What are you doing here?” You asked, confused.

“Grace told me you’d be here, shooting something,” he said, eyeing your entire body, taking his time. “Geez, I wish she would’ve told me you were shooting for Playboy.”

“It’s not for Playboy, idiot. It’s for Skims.” You rolled your eyes, opening your door and letting him in.

He leaned against the closed door, smirking. “I don’t know who Skims is, but I wanna tell them thank you.”

You giggled, cheeks red.

“Do a little twirl for me, baby,” he asked, voice soft yet demanding. You did, slowly twirling around, showing him your set. “So fucking pretty.”

“Yeah?”

“Hell yeah, Sophia.” He stepped closer, putting his hand on your hips like always. You breathed in, not wanting to confess how much you had missed it. “And you’re all dolled up too, huh?” He briefly kissed you, just a tiny peck, really, which did wonders to you anyway. “I want to fuck you with those panties on. Make you ride me with that baby doll.”

“Jack,” you moaned, feeling your pussy starting to get wet against the fancy fabric of your panties. “We can’t do it here. What if there are people outside?”

He laughed, holding you closer, hands running up and down your thighs and ass, ignoring your wet spot on purpose. “What? Like you care about people knowing how much of a slut you are?” He scoffed. “Please, Soph. We’ve been here before,”

Your mind brought you back to that night at Nico’s place, or that one time you both fucked inside his car, or the day you sucked him off in the Devils’ locker room. Semi-public sex wasn’t exactly a problem to you, but putting on a fight always felt good.

“We have to be quick,” you whispered, giving in. As you always did.

“With you riding me while wearing this? I’m sure we’ll be.” He stated, and you laughed, as you both kissed again, bruising, hard and passionately.

His tongue caressed yours while his hands did the same with your body, fingers finding your clit over the panties and rubbing it once, twice, before moving to your hole, inserting his finger over the panties.

He lifted you with ease, leaving you with no choice but to wrap your legs around his hips, hoping that you wouldn’t leave a wet spot on his hoodie. He sat on the couch that occupied half of the room, with you on his lap, kissing you still. Your head was dizzy, mind going everywhere at once, and you couldn’t help but grind on his cock, indeed leaving a wet spot on his pants.

He pulled his pants down, and you eyed his perfect, hard cock: big, thick and the mushroom head red, spurting pre-cum. All for you.

“Inside me, please,” you mumbled, rubbing your clit on his thighs.

He laughed before grabbing a condom from his pocket. “That’s new. I didn’t know sluts knew how to say please. I guess you are desperate.”

And you were. It’s been two weeks since the last time he was inside you and you were climbing up the walls.

“Jack, please,” your voice sounded way too needy, even for you, but you didn’t care. If begging would get you his dick, then so be it.

“With you asking so prettily, who am I to say no?” He answered before pulling your panties to the side and lifting you up just enough to sit you on his— now— protected cock. You both moaned, you clenching your hole around him, clit throbbing underneath the lace. “Fuck, Soph. You’re milking my cock, baby.”

“God,” you moaned, slowly starting to ride his cock. You knew you both needed to be fast, so you were going to make it quick.

Sliding up and down on his dick, you rode him with ease, searching for your own release, while he pushed his hips forward, slamming into you with precision, hitting all of your right spots.

You two were too familiar with each other’s body, you knew each other so well and the realization made your head hurt and your clit throb.

Putting your hands on his shoulders to support your body, you were moving fast, fucking yourself open on his cock, while his right hand stroked your clit hard and fast, making you squirm and whine.

“Look at you, such a pretty thing, letting me wreck this tight pussy,” Jack whispered in your ear, still fucking you nine days into Sunday. “You’re mine, aren’t you, baby? All mine to fuck and care.”

“Mhpmm, yes, fuck, baby, yours,” you moaned a little too loud, forgetting about the fact that someone could be outside, hearing you and Jack fucking like two animals.

All that mattered now was coming on Jack’s cock and making him come too— which didn’t take long, since you both arrived at the same time a few minutes after that.

Coming down from the high, you both tried to make your breathing steady again, you resting your forehead on Jack’s shoulder, not wanting to leave, not now, not ever, his cock sitting still inside of you, making you feel full and warm and taken care of.

“All great in there, sweetheart?” You heard him whispering in your ear, while caressing your back with his left hand.

“Mhm.”

He chuckled. “Was I too rough?”

Even though it was clear you loved when he acted rough with you, he still asked every now and then. You thought it was the cutest thing ever.

Raising your body slightly, you stared at him, blue eyes reflecting yours, making you smile, tiredly.

“Nothing that I couldn’t handle.” You shrugged, genuinely happy. Exhausted? Yes. Happy? Also yes. “Jack?” You whispered, biting your bottom lip.

“Yeah, baby?” He whispered back, pressing his thumbs against your lip so you’d stop hurting it.

“I like you,”

You weren’t expecting him to say anything back, honestly. Coming to terms with the fact that you liked him was still something you were working on, but it would hurt less in the end if he pushed you away now, before getting your hopes too high.

Smiling right back at you, he kissed your cheeks, your forehead, the tip of your nose and then your lips, gently.

“I like you too, baby.”

[folkloresthings]

BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY / CL16.

in which the world’s favourite pop princess becomes tangled in the life of a certain formula one driver, flipping her entire world upside down.

( charles leclerc x singer!au )

track one: lonesome. track two: fast times. track three: nonsense. track four: opposite. track five: how many things. track six: bad for business.

✩⡱ warnings: like one curse word

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the pre—race buzz was electric in the ferrari garage, your phone pinging with messages beckoning you to the mercedes garage on the other end of the paddock. you knew lewis wanted to see you, he’d been the one to invite you to the race in the first place, but there was something pulling you to the room filled with red. someone.

“hello again,” your smile widened across your face as charles dodged past mechanics to find you by the wall. his decorated race suit adored his lean figure, but his head was still free of his helmet, despite the clock ticking closer to when he needed to be in the car.

that godforsaken smile of his mirrored your own, knees wobbling as soon as it graced your gaze. without thinking, his arms pulled you into a hug. a friendly one, to be sure. a happy to see you, no matter how your heart yearned for another reason. the emerald in his eyes shone down at you, that same look he’d given you when you’d first met all those weeks ago backstage before your show.

and now here you were, after weeks of texts and late night calls, staring at each other through a fog of tension, waiting with bated breath. he speaks first, and you try so desperately to ignore how his gloved fingers brush your wrist when he does.

“what are you doing tonight?”

you blink, his eyes hopeful for an answer. your head shakes, shoulders shrugging, brain nagging to be an ounce cooler than you were being right now. “i don’t know. why?”

“let me take you to dinner. it’ll be my prize, if i win,” he speaks quickly, as though he needs to say it before hesitancy can change his mind. that familiar lump of nerves turns in your stomach, one you hadn’t felt in a long time. not since austin first asked you out — a feeling that had ended in catastrophe. could you face that kind of tumble again?

“charles, you have to go!” a voice nearby urges, every other driver already behind their wheels. urges him to move, and you to answer. his feet are moving backwards, slowly, but his eyes stay trained on you, awaiting your reply.

“well, you’d better win then.”

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[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#395

“Hey Bobby, I’m glad you came.  C’mon in.  Yeah, my wood shop is grown over a bit.  I was hoping you would help me bring it back.  Watch your step….  Let me get the door behind you….

“…Well, this is a bit awkward.  I guess I will go ahead.  When I saw you open the door to the stall next to me, I was just as shocked as you were.  I never expected the mouth on the other side of that glory hole that throated my fat dick with expertise to be you. 

“I’ve known you since your mom brought you home from the hospital.  Your dad and I used to go fishing together.  I never would have guessed.

“But then, ever since Beth passed away 9 years ago, I really haven’t done anything with anybody.  You are what 16?...  19 really?  Well, at least you’re not jailbait anymore.  I’ve seen you in town a few times throughout the years, but you have grown into a man….  And you are a damned good cocksucker too.

“Where did you learn to suck dick like that?...  From that glory hole?  Seriously?  That glory hole on the interstate is only a year old.  …Two years? 

“…Wait, you’re the one who put it in?  Well damn boy, where did you get the idea?  …From the internet?  Damn! 

“When I first saw it, I stuck my cock through to see if I would fit.  I did.  It was freshly done, as it still had jagged edges to it.  No one was on the other side.  So instead of just waiting, I went to my truck and got some sandpaper.  I was sitting on the one side for an hour before a mouth finally came in.  My dick slid through that hole so nicely.

“I don’t go there that often.  Most faggots don’t know what to do with a fat cock like mine.  But you do.  I let you go for fifteen or twenty minutes.  It felt good.  Real good.  I haven’t had a talented mouth on it in a long time. 

“When I finished, I waited to see who it was.  I was thinking that if it was local, I wanted to get something going on the side, something kinda convenient with a local fag.  Imagine my surprise when the faggot turned out to be you.

“…That’s not right.  I shouldn’t call you a faggot; it’s not nice….

“…Wait a minute.  But that’s what you are.  Nothing wrong with that in my eyes.  I had a faggot in the city I used to use regularly until he moved out east.  He was a reseller of my woodwork.  I used him every time I made a delivery on Sundays.  I would deliver on Sundays when he was the only one in his warehouse, and he would greet me naked.  All the time I was there, he waited on me.  And whenever I was horny, he was there to take me in his holes.

“How would you like to suck my dick?  I’m horny now.  And your mouth looks inviting.

“Good.  I want you to strip naked.  Don’t worry.  You are the first person in here in five or six years.  Nobody is going to come by.  I assume your parents don’t know.  They probably would have thrown you out if they had. 

“You don’t have to worry about me telling anyone.  I don’t intend on ruining a good thing.

“How often do you go to the glory hole?...  You certainly are a horn dog.  I like that.  I would like my cock to be taken care of just as often. 

“Remember this dick?  It definitely remembers your mouth.

“…Well aren’t you a pretty one.  No need to cover up.  I’m not interested in your pecker at all. 

“Get on your knees, open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and look up at me.  Now that’s the look of a hungry faggot. 

“No. No.  I said I’m not interested in your pecker.  Leave it alone.  You can jerk off when you get home.  When you are here naked in my shop, you have to realize that there is only one cock here that matters, and it sure as hell ain’t yours.  You understand that faggot?

“…Good!  Now suck!  There you go!  There’s that tongue….  Ahhh.  This is why, when I went to your dad’s barber shop for a trim the other day, I told him that I was looking for someone to help me fix this place up.  He suggested you, like I knew he was going to.

“And here you are.  Fuck.  Your fucking mouth is mine.  The best part of not being at the glory hole is that I can hold your head like this.  Take it!  Take it all the way down.  I’m gonna look forward to using this throat every day.

“Yeah, you got the job faggot.  Don’t worry you’ll be paid well, and I’m not just saying in cum.  Everybody will think that Bobby Reynolds is my new apprentice.  But every morning when you walk in that door naked you are my faggot to use, however I want.

“You understand that faggot?  Nod or shake your head.  Atta boy.

“Right to the root.  Try to breathe around it.  Oh fuck! This is better than the glory hole.  I can control the blowjob.  I can feel your throat struggling to throat my dick.  I have a faggot on his knees, bare-assed ready to do whatever I tell him. 

“Speaking of that ass.  Take a moment there to catch your breath while I look at your pussy.  Stand up and come over to the shop table.  You get fucked at the glory hole as well?

“No.  I guess the situation doesn’t lend to it.  When was the last time you had a cock in here?...  Never?  You mean you are still virgin back there?

“Fuck yeah.  Wasn’t expecting to pop a cherry today, but damn, it’s turning out to be a great day.  Hop up on the table.

“No. No.  This IS happening.  I’m going to cunt you.  On the table son.

“Throughout the day, in between you doing actual work, my cock is going inside your holes whenever I want.  Both holes.  I’m not going to even ask you first.  I’ll push you to your knees or bend you over.  This is what I did to the shop owner in the city, and I liked it. 

“On your back.  Let me lower the table…. Legs up!  Rest them on my shoulders.  It’s a good thing you put a lot of throat slime on my dick.  If you relax your hole and push out a little bit there will be less pain.

“Look up at me.  I want to see the pain in your eyes, and your struggle across your face.

“Oh! That’s my head.  Relax your whole body….  I’m halfway in.  Relax.  I’m going to be in here for some time.  I can go for hours if I want to.  Just go with it. 

“There you go!  Surrendering this hole to me is going to be your number one job responsibility around here. 

“Look at me.  You’re doing fine.  It’s going to get more intense.  I need to turn this into a cunt.  I need to get you to the point that your hole can take me at any moment. 

“If you want, you can unbutton my shirt and run your hands over my hairy chest.  Don’t ignore my nipples.  Be gentle with them.

“You ready faggot?  Yesterday you were the son of good neighbors down the road, but after today, you will be my cunt.  You ready to become that?

“Faggot here we go.”

[yungistiny]

back of the net ═ chapter two

[ J. YUNHO / S. MINGI ]

chapter two: my turn

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summary: yunho and mingi are the star football players and they have never wanted anything more then their coach’s daughter

warning: creampie, unprotected sex, size kink, public orgasm, dom yunho, dom mingi, sub reader, double penetration, bisexual mingi

pairing: yungi x afab/reader

genre: smut, romance, polyamory

word count: 5.7k

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Mingi was getting agitated.

He hadn’t seen or heard from Yunho since Halloween night and that was over a day ago. He had asked Wooyoung where his roommate was and he only smirked in response. “Haven’t seen him.” He lied.

Mingi knew he’d see him today though. Yunho never missed practice and they had a big game tomorrow.

“Mingi!”

Mingi jumped at coach calling him, pulling him from his thoughts and out of the pacing he had been doing. “Yeah, coach?” He asked jogging over and just missing the ball Wooyoung kicked flying straight passed Mingi’s head.

“Nice kick, Wooyoung.” Coach praised causing Wooyoung to smirk and snicker at Mingi’s glare. “Where’s your other half at?” Coach had his arms folded across his chest, not looking at Mingi, focused on his players practicing on the field. “Practice started five minutes ago.”

“He…” Mingi was trying to rack his brain around a good enough lie because he had no idea where his best friend was at and coach was not a fan of tardiness. “He’s uhhhh…..” And then there he was. Yunho running onto the field, stopping beside them, dropping his bag.

“You’re late.” Coach didn’t spare him a glance. Yunho was breathing hard as he had ran all the way across campus after waking up late, something he never did but he had been so comfortable cuddled up with y/n, the coach’s daughter still asleep in his bed after she had returned to his dorm yesterday after disappearing long enough to get some clean clothes and shower.

*Wooyoung had laughed, amused as he lounged on his own bed. “Coach is gonna kill you.”

“Sorry, coach.” Yunho didn’t even try to come up with a lie, he was too giddy, practically bouncing on his feet like a damn puppy. “Suicide runs, around the field, ten of them. Go.” Coach left no room for excuses or argument.

Mingi watched his best friend run onto the field, smiling like an idiot the entire time he accepted his punishment. He wanted to corner him, ask him where the hell he had been? If he was doing who or what Mingi thinks he was doing.

“Mingi,” Coach snapped him out of his gaze on Yunho. “you gonna stand there all day or practice. Or do you prefer to run with your buddy?”

Fuck that! Mingi was not running no suicides no matter how much he wanted to interrogate Yunho. He’d wait until after practice.

Yunho had finished his suicide runs, covered in sweat, hair sticking to his forehead. He discarded his shirt, grabbing his water bottle from his bag and gulping the now lukewarm water down.

Mingi narrowed his eyes at Yunho, his gaze zeroing in on the dark bruised looking marks scattered on his chest, one directly on his collarbone. He was fucking someone and Mingi had an inkling suspicion on who that someone is.

His suspicions were all but confirmed when the person he had in mind made her way towards coach. Y/N had some takeout bag in her hand that Mingi couldn’t quite see as he didn’t have his glasses. She was wearing an oversized hoodie that no one else would take a second look at, a burgundy university hoodie that almost everyone at school had. It was all too familiar to Mingi though.

The small hole visible on the bottom right side of the worn hoodie where Yunho had gotten it hung and tore it on a fence in freshman year when they had been hazed into the team and found themselves climbing a fence into the backyard of coach’s house. There mission was to drain his pool. Just add that onto some of the dumb shit they have done.

Mingi’s gaze moved away from y/n who was handing the takeout bag to her dad towards his best friend who wasn’t even hiding the fact that he was shamelessly staring at her in his hoodie.

As if Yunho sensed Mingi’s eyes on him, he turned and smirked at him. Mingi gasped, his suspicions confirmed. He fucked her. He was fucking her. He was fucking her without him.

ASSHOLE!

“FUCK!” Mingi did not see the ball being kicked his way, no time to move or block it from hitting him right in the balls. He dropped to the ground, groaning, wheezing a little from the pain.

“Sorry!” Yeosang apologized, trying not to smirk. “Dude,” Wooyoung and Jongho both started laughing. “You’re a menace.”

“Yeosang, please refrain from injuring Mingi before the game.”

“Sorry coach!” Yeosang wasn’t sorry at all.

Yunho walked over, standing over Mingi who had balled himself up in the fetal position, hands holding his aching balls. “Rough day?”

“Fuck you.” Mingi glared up at him, groaning.

Y/N watched Mingi swat at Yunho’s leg, Yunho laughing at him before reaching a hand down to pull him up. Her gaze lingered on Yunho’s shirtless body and she blushed when she noticed the very visible markings she had left on him.

She had spent the better part of the last 24 hours tangled up with him.

“I swear,” her dad rolled his eyes as he shook his head at Yunho and Mingi. “If they weren’t as good of players as they are…” he trailed off with a sigh. They may be Seungcheol’s best players but they always managed to vex him.

“They’re not so bad.” Y/N remarked, her dad noticing her lingering gaze. “Don’t you dare.”

“What?” She jumped, she hadn’t realized she was still staring at Yunho. “Mingyu, him, I could deal with him.” Seungcheol pointed a finger towards Yunho and Mingi who were talking now in hushed conversation, Mingi still holding his now slightly bruised balls. “One of them…..” he shook his head. “I’d end up killing one of them.”

“Dad!” Y/N let out a guffawed laugh. Lying through her teeth as she shoved her hands into the pocket of Yunho’s hoodie. “I would never.”

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“Fuck, dude!” Mingi winced when Yunho dropped the ice pack in his lap. His balls still hurt well after practice was over. The locker room had cleared, Wooyoung was the only one left behind with them taking his time in the showers.

“You fucked her.” Mingi pouted. “You fucked her while she was dressed up as Power. You know I love Power!”

Yunho rolled his eyes not able to fight the grin on his lips. “I’m sure she can pull the costume back out just for you.” He smirked. “She could leave it on during.”

“Did…” Mingi tossed the ice pack on the bench beside him as Yunho sat down next to him. “did you ask her?”

“Actually she asked me, well, she asked if we share.” Yunho pulled a towel atop his head, drying as much of his wet head as he could. “So I told her only if she wanted us to.”

“What did she say?” Mingi would not admit that he was jealous. Jealous that Yunho got to have her first.

Mingi watched as a glazed over look crossed Yunho’s face, him biting his bottom lip to keep from grinning as he remembered that first night. How y/n had dropped to her knees for him.

“I hate you.” Mingi pouted.

“You love me.” Smirked Yunho.

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It was game night. Almost the entire university was at the stadium. The lights bright lighting up the green field. The opposing university students on the opposite side wearing a murky looking green, their mascot being a crocodile.

“It’s cold.” Karina clung to y/n, finally feeling better from the cold she had. The two girls followed Jungwoo into the stadium, y/n gripping the back of his shirt to not get separated in the mass of people still trying to get food or to their seats before the game started. They had great seats, close seats thanks to y/n being the coach’s daughter.

The November temperature had dropped drastically, puffs of white steam leaving their mouths in the night air. As soon as they got seated, Jungwoo was squished between the two girls so they could use him for warmth, not that he was complaining about having two beautiful women cuddle him.

The cheers of the crowd suddenly erupted as the teams ran out on the field. Y/N spotted Yunho and Mingi, they gripped each other’s shoulders, foreheads touching as they yelled Mingi’s quote. The *fix on could be read on their lips. “Do you think those two….” Karina trailed off as she too had been watching the twin towers.

“What?” Y/N asked not catching onto what her roommate was implying. “You know….” Karina smirked. “are together…”

“What?” Y/N furrowed her brows, surely Karina wasn’t saying what she thinks she’s saying. “Like….. sleeping together?”

“Why not?” Jungwoo quipped. “They share everything, maybe they share each other too.”

Y/N blinked, once, twice, her gaze finding Yunho and Mingi once more. The thought of them doing to each other what herself and Yunho had done, three times already, caused y/n face to heat up, blush creeping her cheeks. The image her brain conjuring up suddenly making her aroused, clenching her legs together and facing the field, puff of white smoke blowing out between her lips as she let out a breath.

This was gonna be a long game.

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Despite the cold, Mingi was covered in sweat but at least they were winning. He stood next to Yunho as they both rehydrated during a fastbreak, breaths heavy, panting. Yunho popped his neck, stretching and his gaze found the bleachers. He saw y/n with Jungwoo and Karina, smirking and waving at her. She bit her lip to keep from smiling and turned towards Karina. Yunho hadn’t seen her since yesterday and he was already missing her.

“What was that?”

“What?” Y/N turned towards her roommate, avoiding Yunho’s staring so she wouldn’t blush and make it more obvious. “That!” Karina pointed at Yunho who was still watching her while gulping down a bottle of water. “And you’re blushing! Did you sleep with him?”

“Oh! You mean they finally succeeded?” Jungwoo grinned joining Karina and giggling at y/n now red face. “What do you mean succeeded?”

Jungwoo rolled his eyes. “It’s no secret Yunho and Mingi have wanted you since freshman year.”

Y/N let the words sink in, looking back to the field as the game started up again. She didn’t confirm her roommate and Jungwoo’s suspicions. How had she not noticed it? Why had Yunho and Mingi never made a move before? Her and Mingyu hadn’t started officially dating until the end of freshman year, they had plenty of time.

The answer should be obvious. Her dad.

Choi Seungcheol had always been overprotective with his only daughter. His only child. It’s why it had taken Mingyu so long to finally ask her out. It’s why y/n went all of high school without having a single first date. It’s why she had to go to every single school dance with Yeosang. Going to an international high school she even had to go to prom with Yeosang.

Y/N was wondering what suddenly changed Yunho and Mingi’s minds? Was it because Mingyu was no longer in the picture? The eruption of cheers from the crowd pulled her out of her thoughts. Mingi had scored, their team leading by a landslide.

“Gonna be another undefeated season.” Jungwoo sat back down after standing up to yell with the crowd. “You two want to come with me to the after party at Outlaw Customs?”

“Last time I was at a party, DK’s ass was on fire.” Y/N snorted as said man was taking a water break from the game and laughing at Hoshi in the mascot suit. Go tigers! She wondered if his ass was ok?

“I’m in.” Karina nodded adjusting her hood on her head. “I’ve been sick and stuck in the dorm for too long! I even had to miss Halloween.”

“Sure,” y/n sniffled, her nose trying to stop up in the cold air. “need to go back to the dorm and change first.” She wanted to change out of her jean pants and sweater, suddenly wanting to mess with Yunho and Mingi. They waited four years to make a move, Mingi still yet to, and y/n decided that tonight could possibly be his turn.

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They won the game.

Of course they did.

Mingi was drying his hair after showering as coach gave the same speech he always did after they won. “I would say don’t go out and get completely fucked up but some of you…” coach gave a pointed look towards Yunho and Mingi. “never listen to a single word I say.”

“Come on, coach,” Yunho grinned. “you know we’re your best hungover players.” He joked, coach rolling his eyes in exasperation. “Celebrate but remember we have another game at the end of the week so I need you all focused.”

Mingi sat down beside Yunho, nudging his shoulder with his own. “If y/n is at the party tonight, what’s the plan?” Yunho furrowed his brows as he pulled his favorite converse on his feet. “Plan? We still need a plan?” He asked tying his shoe laces.

“What happens if she doesn’t want us to share? What happens if she just wants you?” Mingi was all serious, what if y/n did want what they wanted? What if Yunho was the only one she wanted? The only one she needed? Mingi was starting to get jealous and he had to shove the emotion deep down and ignore it.

Mingi would back off if it came to that. He’d let Yunho have her no matter how much he wanted her too. If she’s what made his best friend happy and that’s what y/n wanted. Even if Mingi had to fight that little jealousy monster everyday.

Yunho didn’t have an answer because truthfully he hadn’t thought about it. He wanted to say that he’d end it. That he’d couldn’t do that to Mingi knowing his best friend liked her just as much as himself. But he’d be lying. “Then we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

Mingi wanted to argue but they were interrupted by Wooyoung and Jongho. “If you two are riding with us, Mingi better hurry up and get dressed.” Jongho pulled his jacket on, him being their ride to the after party.

They watched Mingi rush to get dressed, dropping the towel from around his waist and almost tripping over his own feet. “Sorry” he apologized after flashing everything he had to Yeosang who had come face to face with his dick when he stood up from stumbling.

Yeosang glared at him, grabbing his bag and leaving the locker room.

He had overheard everything Mingi and Yunho had said to each other.

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Outlaw Customs was a local club just off campus where the football team’s winning games were always celebrated. Mingi was on his third shot of soju by the time he had spotted y/n. She was laughing at something Jungwoo was saying where their group sat a table in the back corner of the club just to the side of the bar. Yeosang, Karina and Minghao sat with them.

Mingi got Yunho’s attention, grabbing one last shot, tossing his head back, the liquor no longer leaving a burn down his throat. He raked his hand through his hair, readjusting his black leather jacket over the black tank top he wore, the sleeves wrinkled from being rolled up. “My turn.” He slammed the shot glass down on the bar causing Yunho to chuckle and shake his head.

“Will you look at that,” Minghao spotted Mingi first, making his way towards them. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen one without the other.” His comment caused everyone to follow his gaze, Yeosang glaring at Mingi while y/n felt her heart beat pick up. She had seen Yunho and Mingi taking shots at the bar and had started to think they were never going to notice her.

He looked good. His bleached blonde hair with the roots dark. Ripped jeans and leather jacket. Hands adorned with silver rings and nails painted black. “Y/N,” Mingi’s gaze was dark, practically devouring the sight of her in the black mini dress she wore, her thighs exposed as it rid up from where she sat beside Yeosang. “can I talk to you?”

Y/N didn’t dare look at the smirk both Minghao and Karina were giving her. She certainly didn’t meet the glare Yeosang was trying to penetrate into Mingi as if it would make the taller man disappear. Jungwoo was already too drunk to care what was going on. Yeosang wanted to stop her as she stood up but refrained. He knew it would only end with her mad at him.

Y/N had snapped at him for interrogating her on her whereabouts Halloween night and the following night after he had crashed into her speed walking down the hall of his dormitory where she clearly wasn’t there to see him, she had been in an oversized shirt that ended almost at her knees and sweats that were clearly too big for her. He tried talking to her but she said she was in a rush and avoided his incessant questions before snapping.

“I am an adult and where or who I was with is none of your business unless I want to tell you.”

Yunho lived on Yeosang floor so it didn’t take much to guess especially after he overheard Mingi and him earlier that night to realize his best friend had fell into their scheming little game. All he could do now was watch her follow Mingi. “Guess she’ll finally figure out if they share or not.” Minghao grinned into his glass of beer.

Mingi could feel Yunho’s eyes staring at them as he lead y/n into the mass of dancing people, the music loud, bass thrumming. Y/N gasped, breath hitching as Mingi spun her around, pulling her back flushed against his chest and suddenly she was remembering Yunho doing something similarly at the Halloween Party.

His hands were warm against her, the heat from him felt through the fabric of her dress. She felt herself shiver as he leaned his head down, lips grazing her ear, breath warm and scented of the soju he had been drinking. “Yunho told me you asked him a question…”

Y/N reached her hands to place atop his on her waist. “A question?”

Mingi tightened his grip on her, lips tracing down her neck. “Do you want us to share?” Mingi decided to just ask his own question. He felt it when y/n breath hitched. Felt the way she pressed back into him more. Mingi let out a deep moan at the way her ass pressed against his dick now growing hard in his pants.

“Yes.”

Her answer about sent him to his knees. His gaze caught Yunho’s hard stare from where he leaned back on his elbows against the bar, watching them. Mingi found himself grinning and Yunho smirked. She did want them both.

“But,” Y/N pulled away from him just enough to move so she could face him, hooking her hands into the waistband of his jeans and pulling herself flushed against him. She had to lean her head back to look up at him, bringing a hand up to tangle with his hair. “right now I just want you.”

Well who was Mingi to fucking deny her?

He grabbed her hand, leading her back over to where her friends were still sitting to grab her coat. “Are you leaving?” Minghao asked causing Yeosang to whip his head around from where he had been in the midst of his own head thrown back to drink a shot of soju.

“Yeah, I see you guys tomorrow.” Y/N grabbed her coat, pulling it on and around herself. “Can you drop him off at the dorms?” Minghao pushed Jungwoo’s passed out form off of his shoulder causing the drunk man to flail.

“Yeah, we’re riding with Jongho.” Mingi pulled Jungwoo up, slinging an arm around him. Y/N followed him not aware they would be riding with Jongho. If he saw her with Mingi he’d might assume she’s going back with him to fuck him. Which she was but Jongho didn’t need to know that!

Yunho noticed them moving towards Jongho and Wooyoung who were talking and drinking with Hoshi and DK. Time to go.

“Jongho, man, let’s go before you’re too drunk to drive us!” Mingi leaned Jungwoo against Wooyoung who had to wrap his arms around the barely conscious man.

“We leaving?” Yunho was there and suddenly y/n felt small, that pit in her stomach feeling as if it was on fire being between the two best friends.

Y/N felt Mingi lean over her, saying something into Yunho’s ear.

“Alright, fine,” Jongho pulled his keys from his pocket, standing up from the stool he had been sitting on. “let’s go.”

They followed Jongho out, Yunho helping Wooyoung drag Jungwoo. “Y/N” Wooyoung smirked at her as he left the drunken Jungwoo to Yunho who glared at him as he sauntered up, slinging his arm around her shoulders and pulling her away from Mingi. “just a warning, that one is a spanker.” He giggled when y/n blushed. It was no secret Wooyoung had slept with Mingi a few times back during sophomore year, a kind of friends with benefits situation before Wooyoung met his boyfriend Choi San, a pre med student he had met one night in itaewon.

“Wooyoung,” Yunho snatch him by the back of his jacket as Mingi pulled y/n back to his side. “shut up!” Yunho hissed, shoving Jungwoo back against him as they arrived at Jongho’s car. That one is a spanker. Y/N face was still red from Wooyoung’s words. She’d never been spanked during sex before. Hell she’d never been spanked at all before.

“Put him in first.” Yunho held the back door on the passenger side open so Wooyoung could sit him inside, Jungwoo’s head resting on the window, passed completely out, once the door was shut. Yunho crawled in the back through the other side, situating himself in the middle as Wooyoung plopped himself in the passenger seat up front.

“Hold on.” Mingi bent his head down as he squished himself next to Yunho, groaning when his knees started digging into the driver’s seat. “Wait,” Jongho reached down, pulling a small lever so that the seat would give a little room just enough so that Mingi wasn’t crushed. “there.”

“Come here.” Mingi patted his thigh and y/n bit her bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth. She was gonna have to sit in his lap the entire time. She decided to mess with him. Mingi let out a groan as she practically plopped her ass against him, wiggling around as if it to make herself comfortable. Was she trying to kill him? His dick was already hard, straining in his pants. He turned his head towards Yunho who was fucking snickering.

“Enough.” Mingi’s voice was stern, a bit strained, as he wrapped an arm around y/n middle, holding her in place. Y/N stilled her teasing movements, feeling her arousal grow at the tone of his voice in her ear. She started grinding her ass against him then as Jongho started the drive back to campus.

“Yunho…” Mingi spoke just high enough that his best friend could hear over Jungwoo’s snores and the music now blaring from the radio. He guided his hand that wasn’t attached to the arm wrapped around y/n towards her thigh. “I think we have a brat.”

Yunho smirked as he watched Mingi’s hand disappear between y/n thighs, thank god Wooyoung turned the radio up loud and it was dark.

Y/N let out a little gasp when she felt Mingi pause right before touching her where she wanted him to most. “Can I?” He was practically begging her and she glanced up to the front where Jongho certainly wasn’t paying any attention other then his eyes on the road and Wooyoung was too busy scrolling his phone while singing loudly to whatever song would play from the radio.

Jungwoo let out a loud snore and Wooyoung turned the music up louder.

“Please….”Now y/n was the one begging and Mingi wasted no time slipping his ring and index finger inside her panties that were already wet. “Fuck…” he growled against her neck as Yunho moved slightly to conceal Mingi’s movements from sight in case Wooyoung turned around or Jungwoo decided to wake up. “she’s already fucking soaking.”

Yunho stretched his arm to rest around Mingi’s shoulders, his hand reaching to cover y/n mouth just as a moan started to escape her as Mingi started rubbing her aching clit.

Y/N takes back what she had thought back when she had Yunho’s dick down her throat.

This was the filthiest thing she had ever done.

“Don’t put your fingers in her,” Yunho smirked whispering against Mingi’s ear as his best friend continued to rub y/n now swollen clit. “she’s a squirter.”

Mingi had to bury his face in y/n hair to muffle his moan at the information. The want to make her make a mess in the backseat of Jongho’s car oh so tempting.

Y/N was close, the familiar feeling of her orgasm approaching and when Yunho’s hand moved from covering her mouth to wrapping around her throat, she did cum, moaning muffled by the slight grip Yunho had on her. She had never been choked before and had no idea she’d like it that much.

Mingi’s arm around her tightened as she rocked against him through her orgasm just as Jongho pulled into campus. Yunho removed his hand from her throat, pulling his arm back from around Mingi as the car began to slow down in front of the dorm buildings.

Wooyoung was the first out the car when they stopped, yanking the back door open and having to grab Jungwoo before he plummeted to the ground. He jolted awake, blanching at his surroundings before calming down when noticing Wooyoung.

Yunho followed out next, stretching after being squeezed in the backseat before walking around the car to open Mingi’s door as it was difficult to maneuver with y/n still coming down in his lap. “Come on.” Yunho reached inside to help y/n out, pulling her against him and taking the opportunity when Wooyoung turned his nosy back to them, helping Jungwoo inside their dorm building, to steal a kiss from y/n before Mingi took her away for the night.

Y/N gripped at Yunho’s jacket, kissing him back, biting his bottom lip lightly causing him to moan as Mingi emerged out of the car.

“I’m gonna go park.” Jongho announced from the drivers window he had rolled down, not paying them any attention. Yunho pulled away from the kiss first, allowing Mingi to intertwine his ringed hand with y/n, pulling her towards him as Jongho drove off.

Y/N followed behind Yunho, gripping Mingi’s hand as they walked inside the same exact dorm building she had been with just Yunho not a couple nights before. Was this really happening? Was she really about to have sex with both of them?

The answer was no.

Yunho whispered something in Mingi’s ear before turning to look at y/n, hand gently grabbing her chin and leaning down to kiss her one more time. “He’s gonna fucking ruin you, baby.”

Y/N was left speechless as she watched Yunho disappear up the stairs to the third floor where his dorm room was located. “This way.” Mingi tugged her hand gently to follow him down a hall on the first floor to where his and Mark Lee’s own dorm room was. Thank god Mark was out for the night, probably somewhere with Yuta.

As soon as they were both inside the dorm, Mingi shutting and locking the door behind him, y/n found herself pinned against the same door, Mingi’s hands holding her own against the door behind her, kissing her, nipping at her bottom lip and slipping his tongue inside to tangle with her own, pushing her coat off as he did, the material slipping down her arms and dropping to the floor.

“Mingi…” y/n gasped, breathless as he started sucking at a spot on her neck. “Can I eat your pussy?” He had just fingered her in a car with his friends present, unbeknownst to them of course, and he was still asking permission? Y/N probably would have swooned if she weren’t so needy and horny at the moment. “You can do whatever you want…” she moaned as he licked at the mark he had made on her neck.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

Mingi dropped to his knees so fast at her answer that it took y/ n a moment to realize he was no longer towering over her. His hands pushed her dress up, burying his face against her, nose nudging her clit still behind her soaked panties.

Then he was looking up at her, slowly pulling her panties down her legs, never breaking his eye contact with her. Even as he helped her take off her shoes he didn’t look away from her.

The eye contact finally broke after Mingi hitched her up, draping her right leg over his shoulders and diving his tongue straight into her. Y/N moaned, one hand gripping the locked doorknob and the other tangling into his hair, gripping tightly and pulling when he sucked her clit into his mouth.

“Fuck…. please…..” she had no idea what she were blabbering about, blindly rocking her hips against him, Mingi flattening his tongue against her to let her fuck herself on his tongue before pulling back, looking up at her and smirking. “ Yunho said you’re a squirter….”

“FUCK!” A moaning scream left y/n when two of Mingi’s fingers thrusted into her easily from how wet and ready she was, stretching her and her walls clenching around them. “I want you to squirt for me, baby….” Mingi brought his mouth back to her, growling into her. “I want to see too.”

One suck, two licks and a moan from Mingi against her clit and y/n was gushing all over his face that seemed to only make Mingi moan and fuck her faster with his fingers, her juices spraying him, dripping and leaking all over him. He was fucking drowning in her and he needed more.

“Mingi…. I can’t….” She was growing overstimulated and Mingi pulled back, dropping her leg from his shoulder and towering over her once again, kissing her and loving the way she moaned tasting herself on his tongue.

Y/N would have dropped to her knees next, took him in her mouth, see how far he could go but it seemed Mingi had a different idea. He moved her over towards his bed, his black sheets would be ruined. “I’m gonna take this off.” He helped her out of her dress, chunking the material to land on Mark’s bed.

Once she was fully naked Mingi made quick work of his own clothes and Y/N suspicions were confirmed. He was just as big as Yunho, a bit less girth but a tad bit longer. Her eyes watched him stroke himself a few times before he went rummaging around in a drawer in the small table beside his bed. He was searching for a condom.

“Wait.” Y/N stopped him, Mingi turning to arch a brow at her, thinking perhaps she had changed her mind. “I’m on the pill.” She repeated the same words she had said to Yunho and Mingi felt his dick twitch. Holy shit! Was she telling him to fuck her raw? Did she let Yunho? Well she certainly didn’t have to tell Mingi twice. He slammed the table drawer back shut and moved back towards her.

After Mingi took a moment to nuzzle, nip at and mark her breast, y/n found herself atop his bed, on her knees, ass up and elbows digging into the mattress as Mingi lined himself up behind her. “Fuck!” She jumped, flinched and pressed forward when Mingi licked his hand before slapping her ass, one cheek and then the other, the skin turning a slight shade of red.

“just a warning, that one is a spanker.”

Mingi gripped a hand on each side of her ass, gripping and kneading before returning them back to her hips. “You ready to take me?” He glided a hand down her back, up her spine and then back down to her hips. “Yeah you are.”

He pushed his length fully inside her, stretching her and filling her. A guttural moan from deep within his chest erupted from him as he allowed her perfectly tight walls to relax around him before he pulled almost all the way out and slamming back into her.

Then he was fucking her, y/n face burying into the sheets, her hands gripping the fabric tightly. “Look at you…. you’re creaming on me….” Mingi almost came at the sight of the white milky arousal wrapped around his dick as it plunged deeper into her finding that spot, the perfect little wall of sponge deep deep inside her that had her a whimpering, moaning and crying mess.

It was the way he was rolling his hips, hands gripping her own hips tightly, pulling her back against him, helping her meet him thrust for thrust. Y/N felt her legs shaking, the scream erupting from her muffled in the sheets as she came.

“Shit…” Mingi slammed into her only a couple more thrusts before he came inside her, cum mixing with her own, their juices practically leaking out of her when Mingi pulled out.

Y/N was a shaking, overstimulated mess as Mingi kneeled behind her, lapping his tongue at their mixture, tongue darting inside her once again.

He was thankful Mark was going to be gone all night because Mingi was far from done with her.

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You've always been beautiful | Katsuki Bakugou x Chubby!Reader

Summary: After a bad date, Bakugou comforts you

Being in love was hard. Being in love with Katsuki Bakugou was even harder.

We went to middle school together and he was an ass. He thought because he had an amazing quirk that made him better than everyone else, I didn't like that. Izuku is my best friend and a target for bullies. I would take no shit. I stood up for Izuku many times, using my water quirk to counteract Bakugou's explosions. He turned a nasty shade of red whenever I did that.

Izuku learnt how to stand up for himself in UA and developed into an amazing hero so I wasn't needed as much to fight off the bullies, which meant me and Bakugou became nothing but classmates. That was until I began to fall for him.

It was easy, natural. I first started noticing him, like really noticing. The way he would train in class, the way his back muscles would tense under his costume when we would be in class, everything. I didn't tell anyone. There was no way he would like me or even find me attractive, so I kept it to myself.

It was around the middle of third year, when I had turned eighteen, that I started dating. I was on the usual apps and met a few people from there, most of them nice, some neutral and one guy a complete dick.

This one guy, lets call him Pete, was an asshole. I have always been big. Despite the training and the diet, I was big. It rarely bothered me and it never effected my training. I was happy with the way I looked.

I dressed in a maxi length, bodycon dress that clung to my hips, ass and my belly. I wore a cropped denim jacket to keep the cold out. I felt confident and wore light makeup and hoop earrings.

I came down from my dorm room and passed the living room, where everyone was having a movie night. I couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed and my cheeks heated up.

Mina was the first to notice me as I tried to sneak passed and wolf whistled. "Damn mama!"

The whole class turned then and the whistling continued.

I couldn't help but glance at Bakugou. He did not whistle but he eyes were fixed on me. I placed my hands in front of my belly and walked quickly to the door, wanting to escape his gaze.

"Shut up!" I exclaimed as I opened the door.

"Use protection!" I heard Mina shout and I giggled out the door.

We agreed to meet at a restaurant. I turned up ten minutes late and found him siting near the window.

"Hey!" I greeted and he looked up.

He looked at me with wide eyes as I sat down.

That's when I knew, he didn't think I was going to be big.

My pictures did not hide anything, I showed everything as I had enough of being turned down because of my weight. He seemed to expect someone smaller.

The first red flag was when I ordered.

"I'll have a burger please." I shut the menu and handed it to the waitress with a smile.

"Really?" He said, his eyebrow turned up.

"Yeah?"

He didn't reply but his eyes were wide, I held my tongue.

The food was really good but he barely spoke. He kept glancing at me.

We ended the date and I couldn't wait to get out. I knew he wasn't interested and made me split the bill.

We were outside, he was waiting for a taxi. I said, "Thanks for the date."

He scoffed, putting a cigeratte between his teeth. "Well, you should really warn your dates you're fat in the future, by the way."

Despite everything, it stung.

"Yeah?" I said, my anger building. "Well you should warn your dates you're a short asshole, by the way."

I turned on my heel and walked away. My anger made me walk fast until I got closer to the dorms and I began to cry.

It was stupid. I liked how I looked but the comments were hard sometimes. I had been told my whole life that unless I lost weight, no one would ever love me. I believed for a long time. I tried everything, every diet you can think of. I starved myself, made myself sick but this is it. I am just big. I train everyday and eat well to be a hero for fucks sake, I am not unhealthy. But, a small part of me still believed that.

I made it to the dorms and sat down on the porch steps, sobbing.

I kept crying until I heard the front door open, I wiped my tears as quickly as I could. I looked up and saw Bakugou standing there, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Can you cry any louder?" He said before sitting next to me, sighing.

I chuckled humourlessly, wiping my eyes. "Sorry."

He looked at me curiously, "What no 'fuck off'?"

I shook my head, "Not in the mood to fight tonight Bakugou."

He stayed quiet for a bit before, "Does this have something to do with your date?"

I looked over at him for a minute. "Do you really wanna hear about it?"

He nodded, serious. Weird.

"Well, the guy was obviously expecting someone who looked very different from me." My throat caught and I breathed evenly. "He barely spoke and kept just...glancing. I ordered a burger and he was all like 'really?' You know? Insinuating I should eat a salad or something."

Bakugou scoffed, his face contoured in familiar anger.

"I ignored it and carried the conversation. At the end, I said thank you and you know what he said?"

I looked over at Bakugou, tears in my eyes. He inclined his head. I looked away.

"He said, 'next time you should warn your dates your fat'. Like the way I am and the way I look should come with a warning label...its not like I hide it, all my pictures you can see I'm big."

We stayed quiet for a while and I silently cried.

"Y/N..." Bakugou began and I looked over. He didn't look angry now, he looked murderous. "I hope you know you deserve a lot better than that asshole."

I began to speak and he cut off me off. "Just because your big doesn't mean your unattractive. If anything, you're even more attractive for it."

I stayed silent, taking it all in. It was strange, hearing Bakugou be so nice to me.

"You've always been beautiful, even when we were kids. Don't let one asshole make you this upset."

My stomach clenched as he spoke, taking in his words. Oh my god. I couldn't believe it.

I looked at him, my mouth parted slightly. "You mean it?"

He looked forward, refusing to meet my eyes but nodded.

I grinned, leant forward and kissed his cheek lightly. He tensed up but I stood up before he could say anything. He looked up at me, a slight pink to his cheeks that made my stomach erupt with butterflies.

"You're beautiful too, Katsuki." I said and then quickly escaped back into the dorms.

The look on his face, rosey cheeks and lips parted made me burst with hope. Maybe, just maybe, my crush on him is reciprocated.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this! As a big girl myself I love writing this kind of thing, send in your requests!

[d3wdropz]

Gojo Satoru NSFW Headcanons

Warnings: fem! reader, titty appreciation, spooning position, praise, switch! Gojo, fingering, oral (female and male receiving), cumshot, squirting, teasing, mild public stuffs, roleplay, blindfold use, edging, phone sex, lingerie, mutual masturbation, and hopefully that's it

A/N: wow! Gojo won by a landslide- I shouldn't be shocked but one day I will get to that Douma fic. That silly mother fucker is underappreciated :(- jk I get why- he can eat a bag of dicks

Thank you all so much for the support on the sukuna fic!

Thank you @benkeibear for this lovely banner!

✰- First off, this man is so horny. Like his sex drive is no joke- and so random at that

✰- He'll fuck you for a week straight- pulling you into empty classrooms or gender-neutral bathrooms bc he loves the thrill of someone catching you. One hand clamped over your mouth while the other rubs furiously at your clit, "Sh- you don't want anyone walking in, do you? Fuck- or maybe you do, just felt you clench, baby"

✰-After that week, he just stops and won't feel any sexual desire for like a week and a half

✰- He genuinely isn't doing it to tease you, he's just wacky like that you're pussy does need the break tho, cause damn

✰- When it comes to his blindfold, he loves to wrap it around your head when he's topping. He'll pull on it to bring your back to his chest, or just use it to tease you when he's feeling playful

✰- Overall, Satoru is a huge switch. One round he'll be bending you over a table and fucking your cervix- the next he'll be whimpering and whining while you edge him

✰- His whimpers are soooo hot, he'll be saying "Baby, please, I'm so close, just- fuck- just need more, please, need it so bad" while you lazily fist his cock

✰- The best way to get him to bottom for you is by denying him an orgasm. Just start by sucking his dick- 7 long inches, on the thinner side but it curves so nicely and hits right where you need it- right when he's about to cum stop all movement, just softly hold him until he winds down

✰- Satoru will be breathing so deeply and pushing your head to his dick, "Y/n, you're being so mean, I never make you wait this long" All you have to do is deepthroat his cock for a minute or two and he'll shut up again

✰- The main spot he likes to blow his load is on your face, Satoru looooves seeing his cum spill onto your face, watching your eyes close instinctively as it coats your cheeks

✰- "Awww, you look so perfect like this, babe: covered in my cum. Hey, don't look so angry- you love it"

✰- When it comes to giving you oral, Gojo goes wild on you. He'll make you cum so much and so intensely, all bc he loves the way you taste

✰- He makes it his personal goal to make you cum more than the last time you two fucked- you came four times last night? Be prepared to cum six

✰- His goal might be to make you squirt. The day you do will be the end, this man makes it a competition to see how many times he can make you squirt in one night

✰- Gojo's three fingers deep in your cunt, thumb rubbing fast circles into your bundle of nerves, "Fuuuuuck, that's my girl. Come on baby, know you got another one in there. Squirt for me, sweetie, cum"

✰- Position wise, he loves the one where you spoon (I don't know the name so we're just rolling with it). He feels so close to you and he loves it, especially when he reaches around and starts fondling your titties

✰- Doesn't matter the size, Gojo loves boobs. You got big ole bitties? He's getting a boob-job for his birthday. You're part of the itty-bitty-titty-committee? He's pinching your nipples until you cry

✰- Other than spooning, he really loves cowgirl- where he gets to sit up and just keep his face in your tits, sucking them until their raw and red. He'll smirk up at you and hug you tighter, "Don't be surprised, honey. You were just asking for it when you bounce 'em like that"

✰- Due to his constant traveling and busy schedule, phone sex is a common thing for you two. He'll be away on a mission for a few days and by the first night he's texting you begging for nudes

✰- Satoru buys specific, dark blue expensive sets of lingerie just for these moments. You'll be on the phone with him, working each other to your second orgasm of the night, and right when he's about to cum you stop and tell him "Check your messages- trust me, Toru, you'll love it"

✰- Man will be nutting right then and there after he sees the pics you sent him of yourself in the newest lingerie set he bought for you before he left. Best believe he's buying you another closet full by the time he comes back

✰- Against popular belief, I don't think he likes student x professor roleplay. It feels too personal for him; he takes his teaching very seriously and wouldn't find pleasure in imagining you as one of his students (this is not meant to bash anyone who writes Gojo in this way- I've read some fics that were godly with this premise, I just don't think it fits my idea of him)

✰- Instead, he loves the power trip of you playing some random lady in need. His favorite is you being a needy housewife whose husband is on a trip. It scratches this very specific itch inside him, where you need something that only he can provide

✰- One example being a roleplay where you were a neighbor who got "stuck" opening the window and needed Gojo to get you out. don't worry, you guys were somewhere where no one would see . You two went at it for hours like this, utter filth falling from Satoru's mouth: "Y-you know, I'm starting to think you got stuck on purpose- shit- I don't mind though, been wanting a piece of this for weeks now"

✰- Gojo's aftercare is pretty good, though he expects to be pampered too. He'll get you guys a bath going, with lots of bubbles. After you guys are out, he'll feed you ice cream- probably stealing most of it. But once you're in bed, he becomes such a brat. He won't let you leave for hours and expects you to pet his head the entire time.

✰- You don't mind it, though, he's your little drama-queen

[sissylittlefeather]

Here's a 12 days of ficmas idea: Elvis Presley's version of Here Comes Santa Claus. Do what you do best with that!!

12 Days of Ficmas

Day 10: Here Comes Santa Claus

A/N: Phew, man, I'm just starting to feel like a person again after a week of sickness! I hope this is okay. Please enjoy this dirty little ficlet!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, stranger sex, ejaculation

Word count: ~1.3k

The children are all in a tizzy. Someone has come dressed as Santa Claus to bring presents to them in the hospital. He seems a little young and a little skinny to be Santa, but he's dressed right, fake beard and all, so they don't question it too much. But you know exactly who he is.

Elvis Presley.

You work at St. Jude's in Memphis as a candy striper and have for the past four years. You're getting a little old at 19, but you love the kids and you're working on a nursing degree, so it's good experience. Usually nothing too exciting happens, but that all changes when he comes in with his big Santa sack filled with toys.

You’d seen him on TV a couple times before he went into the army with his guitar and his shaky legs and you'd be lying if you said it didn't send your heart (and other parts of you) into a frenzy every time. Now, he's back in Memphis and he looks better than ever. So when he shows up here all dressed in red, you almost lose it.

He passes out toys and candy to all the kids, lets them sit on his lap and tell him what they want for Christmas, and it's so damn heartwarming you think you might just explode. Once all the goodies are passed out and the children are busy with new presents, he saunters over to you at the desk.

“And what about you, little girl, have you been naughty or nice this year?” He winks and you almost melt.

“Depends. Which one would you prefer?” No one has ever accused you of being shy or subtle and it serves you well in this moment. He blinks a little, surprised by your boldness, but it doesn't take him long to adjust and be very excited.

“I should like a nice girl, but I think I'm in the mood for somethin’ naughty.” He smiles and lowers his voice. “You got somewhere we could go to talk?”

You think for a minute about all the different rooms in the hospital: supply closets and patient rooms and offices. Then, it hits you. The place is full of on-call rooms for doctors who need to stay overnight to monitor patients. They have beds. And locks.

“Come with me.” He leaves his empty Santa bag at the desk and takes your hand, following along eagerly. You lead him to one of the on-call rooms and then step inside, locking the door behind you. He pulls off the fake beard and Santa hat and then turns back to you.

“Unless you want me to leave them on?” You laugh and shake your head.

“Maybe just the hat.” He grins and shoves it back on his head. This hospital visit is turning out to be much more fun than he expected.

“Your little uniform is cute. Like a nurse elf or somethin’.” He fiddles with the edge of your apron up by your shoulder. You can tell he's nervous now that he's got you alone.

“You gonna get shy on me?” He moves his hand up to the side of your face and shakes his head.

“Not a chance.” Next thing you know, he's kissing you, his hands roaming over your uniform with reckless abandon. His tongue explores your mouth and he grabs your hips, grinding his against yours. He keeps waiting for you to stop him, but you don't, not even when he runs his hands up your thighs to your panty line. His thumbs slip under the edges as he gets on his knees. “You're okay with this, right?”

You grab his face in both hands.

“Yes. I'm sayin’ please.” He smiles.

“Nice girl.” Then, he pulls your panties down your legs and puts his head up under your skirt. You fall back against the door as he finds your pussy with his tongue.

“Fuck.” You moan as he licks over and around your clit.

“Naughty girl.” He mumbles into you and the vibration of his voice has you seeing stars. You feel him tease your entrance with his fingertip before he slips a finger up inside you.

“Oh God…” He licks and sucks and finger-fucks you like his life depends on it and you feel the deep coil of your orgasm pull together in your stomach. Your walls flutter around his finger and he knows you're getting close.

“Come on, pretty girl. Cum for daddy.” He eats you like a man starved and you know you won't last much longer.

“Oh fuck… oh God… yes!” You moan loudly as the waves of your orgasm crest and break inside you. He tongues you through it, prolonging it for as long as possible. Finally, he emerges from under your skirt, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. His erect cock is painfully obvious in the thin red pants, so you push him backwards towards the bed. Before he sits, you pull the pants down and let them fall to his ankles. You're surprised he's not wearing underwear in what is undoubtedly a rented suit. You unbutton the coat and then push him onto the edge of the bed. His hands are under your skirt again, holding your hips as you straddle him. You use your hand to drag the head of his cock through your folds and get it wet enough.

“You ready?” He looks up at you to see if you're going to stop him, but instead you just nod and start to sink onto him. His hands guide your hips as you fully envelop him and he groans. “Goddamn, naughty girl. That's a sweet little pussy.”

“You like it?” You start to roll your hips against him, pushing him deeper with each thrust.

“Fuck yeah, baby.” He holds your asscheeks with both hands as you roll against him, already feeling the pressure of his climax gather in his balls. He lifts your hips and starts to drop you onto him with more force. You whimper with each crash of your hips into his. After a few more minutes, he lays back on the bed and pulls you over on top of his chest, slamming into you from underneath. “Mmmm, daddy’s gonna cum, honey.”

You don't even have time to respond before he pulls you off of him and cums hard, shooting his load into the folds of your uniform skirt. He leans against your shoulder and groans as he finishes and you giggle.

“Merry Christmas, Santa Claus.” He smiles and sits up, holding the side of your neck.

“Merry Christmas, naughty girl. That was nice.”

You lean in and kiss him softly as there's a sharp knock on the door.

“My boy, surely I don't need to remind you that the suit is rented. We need to leave.” He groans and whispers.

“That's my cue. How do I find you again?” You climb off of him and locate your panties as he pulls up his pants and buttons the coat. There's a small desk in the corner of the room with a cup full of pens. You grab one and write your number on the inside of his arm. He smiles and kisses your forehead. As he goes to leave the room he turns back to you. “What's your name, naughty girl?”

You giggle and tell him your name. He walks back to you and wraps you in a deep kiss.

“This was really fun. I'll call you.”

And then he disappears through the door, back to his life of obligation and public appearances. You don't expect to ever hear from him again. But he calls you that night and the rest, they say, is history.

******

The End

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[amphibiahawks321]

(Stranger) : Hey there sugar plum~

Carol : Fuck....off

(Stranger) : Woah no need to be feisty sweetheart I'm just trying to make conversation

Carol : Yeah calling someone 'sugar plum' is totally not creepy and is totally a way to make a conversation

(Stranger) : not my fault a pretty girl like you is alone had to take my chance sweetheart~

Carol : Yeah no I'm taken by a more qualified guy so now you can go ahead and fuck off...

(Stranger) : Aww man... What a bummer... you sure we can't get along more~? I can treat you to a nice restaurant y'know~?

Carol : No...

(Stranger) : Groans whatever, Who is this boyfriend of yours anyway?

Carol : Not like it's none of your business but it's that guy

[Points at Y/N behind a window of a supermarket buying snacks]

(Stranger) : Him?

[Carol stares at you through the window with a smile]

Carol : Yeah

(Stranger) : Chuckles Your kidding right?

Carol : .....

[Carol immediately stares at (Stranger) with a 'da fuck did you say?' expression]

Carol : excuse me....

(Stranger) : I mean come on the guy doesn't look special at all-

30 MINUTES LATER

[In the front door of the house]

M!Reader : Thank you officer

Police : No problem, hey listen

M!Reader : ???

Police : You got a good one, but tell her to be less violence next time someone hits on her okay?

M!Reader : I understand

Police : Good, have a nice day!

Door closed

M!Reader : You punch his face and You kick his what now!

Carol : Oh come on he had it coming!

M!Reader : Carol I love you so Very much but you gotta admit that if someone hits on you, you can't be that violence okay but yes he deserves it at the punch his face until his nose bleeds part I agree on that part but kicking him in that area-

Carol : Wait that cop didn't know?

M!Reader : Didn't know what?

Carol : I didn't beat him and kick him because he was hitting on me, I beat him and kick him because he was hitting on me AND because he was talking crap about you

M!Reader : .....

M!Reader blushing : Well damn! Now I don't know whether I should be flattered or completely thankful that I have an awesome girlfriend like you!

Carol :

[wannaeatramyeon]

Fem!reader Isekai in Lookism ?

Anon, so sorry I'm answering this exactly 3 months later. You're my last request from May and I was soooo close to deleting it because I have had exactly zero ideas. Then I got partly inspired by @honeyhotteok fic here and now I'm running on less than 3hrs sleep in work and it's your fault. Oh yeah, and I've completely twisted the ask as well. It's not even close. So all that wait was for nothing 🙇🏻‍♀️

Adventures of YOUR part time job in the Lookismverse

G/N. You work the graveyard shift in a convenience store. You meet bizarre characters on different nights. Part 2

There's something wrong with people your age these days.

Everyone seems to be either in a gang or up to some shady shit. Seriously what is going on. Is this all a big joke that only you aren't in on?

Just the other day you swear you saw a group of guys in boiler suits punch through some walls across the street. Like what the fuck? What did the wall ever do to you? And then someone apparently called Tabasco starts chanting something about Burn Knuckles and oh my fucking god it's 11pm please shut up.

Oh course you never said that, you still have some sense of self preservation.

And how does anyone even have the time for all this. Between school and this part time job, you barely have enough hours to sleep.

You miss Daniel, the coworker who you haven't seen for a good year but used to gossip into the early morning with. He always seemed a bit nervous and fidgety when you voiced your concerns and observations, but you just assumed he was a nervous and fidgety kinda guy.

There would have been some fun stories to share. Instead now you work the graveyard shift on your own.

.

.

Case in point, the guy standing in front of you looks like one bad conversation away from a mental breakdown.

And really you're not in the habit of checking out customers but he cuts a striking figure. Every exposed inch of skin besides his face inked, and (you silently ask for his forgiveness for the objectification) the biggest chest you have ever seen. What even is this guy eating? What is this guy injecting? Lifting?

The question is almost out of your mouth but then you see the look in his eyes and slam your lips shut.

Nevermind. You ring his purchases through and tell him to have a good night.

.

.

You're restocking the shelves when you notice a guy with a scar across his lip and nose, dripping blood from god knows where all over your freshly mopped floor.

Which is alarming in itself but come on man. Look at the floors. You're making it so fucking gross.

He notices you watching him, gives you an apologetic look and says he'll take care of it.

He makes a quick call and in comes 26 guys, one after the other and they line up in front of him.

You know it's exactly 26 because you counted all 26. And you've also watched all 26 pairs of dirty shoes trample over your previously nice clean floor.

The blood drippy guy asks politely for the mop and bucket and you think this must be some sort of prank because why the hell is this even necessary. 26 guys to share your one solitary mop and bucket and to clean a goddamn floor that you managed in 10 minutes.

"Get out." He blinks at you, taken aback by your tone. "Or I'm calling the police."

.

.

"You can bring your pups in!" You call out to the emo teen lurking outside.

Health and safety be damned because look how fucking cute these dogs are!

He hesitates but then the rain grows heavier and all three rush in.

You miss the suspicious glance he gives you, too fixated on how adorable the dogs are. You don't even mind their wet fur or muddy paws because look at these little babies!

And huh, this guy must really love them too with his, you squint, God? Dog? hoodie on. D'aww that's so stinking sweet.

.

.

Damnit, you knew these two would be trouble the moment they stepped foot into your store.

The tall blonde just gives off a distinct creepy vibe and the shorter one has his entire eyebrows shaved off.

Shaved. Off.

You couldn't help but stare when you put their purchases through and noticed some regrowth and stubble. Is this a trend you missed out on? Either way you're glad because there's no way you're shaving off your own eyebrows.

They converse in Japanese, not even saying a word to you. No thanks or anything, which is fine you suppose. But then they pay you in fucking yen.

They're out the door by the time you see the cash and fuck. Your boss is going to go apeshit when he finds out.

.

.

"What do you think, sweetheart?"

A new blonde guy addresses you tonight and for crying out loud, you just want a quiet shift.

What do you think of his white suit? With the garish LV logos? That it's tacky as fuck. That anyone with any sort of taste would never ever wear that. You keep your actual thoughts to yourself and instead just say it's fine.

That does nothing to subdue the blonde. He does stop talking to you though, and just mutters bitterly under his breath. You catch the words blind and tasteless.

His partner smirks at your response.

And isn't that a whole other kettle of fish because it's currently 2am and you're indoors and who the hell wears sunglasses right now. You think he's a douche of the highest calibre.

The smirk is wiped from his face when he asks for cigarettes and you ask for ID. He doesn't have it on him.

"No can do. No ID, no sale."

He leans aggressively into your space, and reveals his eyes peering over his sunglasses.

My god, what is up with this duo? One with the tacky suit, and this one with the ugly black contact lenses.

You don't budge and the guy is dragged out by the blonde cackling.

Ugh. That laugh gives you a headache for the rest of your shift.

.

.

You really wish customers would stop involving you in their conversation.

This one, who looks exactly like how you would imagine a SoundCloud rapper that has their mother following them and no one else, asks you to listen to his music.

He insists that he's good as the blonde girl rolls her eyes.

You listen to about 10 seconds and make up your mind.

He's wrong. He's very wrong. You want to suggest he gets checked out at the doctor because clearly his ears aren't working properly.

Instead, you mention you like Duke Pyeon, he's more your taste. Has he heard of him? It's the wrong thing to say though because this guy looks angrier than you've ever seen anyone.

"Don't start Vin, I've seen you listening to his music." The girl scoffs.

'Vin' shouts in indignation and storms off with his friend trailing closely behind.

.

.

"Can I help?" You ask with your customer service voice and customer service smile.

He has been standing in front of the hair dyes for a good ten minutes as his friend looks increasingly bored and you can't blame him.

"No thanks, I'm just browsing," he responds and you tell him you'll be just over there if he needs anything.

You kill some time playing on your phone, look up, and both of them are still in the exact same spot.

The one with the H on his neck looks about ready to tear his hair out.

"Come on bro, just pick one!"

"No Warren, this is important. I need it to suit my new aesthetics."

You shrug and return back to your kitty kat restaurant game.

.

.

"Cool glasses," you tell the guy walking around the store and he looks affronted at first before realising you're being sincere and gives you a small smile instead.

You wonder if you can pull off orange tinted glasses too or whether you'd just look like an idiot. It's probably the latter you decide when you ring up his energy drinks.

"I'm a boxer," he offers, as if you're judging the amount of caffeine he's going to slam down.

"Ok?"

"I need it for my training."

"Sure."

You've seen weirder purchases and weirder combinations. The people coming in looking frantic and buying a single plunger or pack of toilet paper never fails to make you chuckle.

To be honest the amount he's buying is a bit nuts, and you wonder if he's going to drink it all in one go. You probably wouldn't sleep for a year if it was you.

"Enjoy your training," you say, heaving and handing over the bag of 19 cans.

.

.

A mute blonde gestures at you

You try to use some sign language, but he looks at you as if you're crazy. At least you think he does but you can't see his eyes.

Somehow you're able to decipher he's lost his dogs. Four. Golden retrievers. And he asks if you have seen them.

(Huh. Do you have telepathy? Do you have the gift?)

You tell him no and he sprints out.

You spend the rest of your shift trying to move things with your newly discovered psychic powers.

Spoiler: you have zero powers. Zilch.

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You think you might be having a stroke.

Because on what planet did this K-pop idol think the disguise would work. Cap and mask on but tufts of pink hair poking out and dressed completely in white.

It's like he's asking for attention and for people to ooh and aah over who that could be.

As he leaves, you shout that you can't wait for his next album. He turns around in complete shock that you recognised him, as if you solved the world's hardest puzzle.

It's a good job that DG has such a pretty face because what an idiot.

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You hear two voices mention the words Daniel Park and your ears perk up, wondering if it's about your old colleague.

Nah. You're just being silly. It's not an uncommon name at all and too much of a coincidence.

"I haven't seen Daniel in ages! Have you heard from him, Zoe?"

"No," you see her friend shake her head from the corner of your eye.

The brown haired girl tilts her head in thought, "I wonder how Zack is doing too. I haven't seen him in so long."

"Ohhh~ you miss him!"

"O-of course I do! He's a friend!" She blushes bright red and you chuckle to yourself.

'Friend', sure.

For the rest of the shift, you reminisce about how you used to tiptoe around your feelings with your boyfriend, Taehoon, too.