#tell me with numbers how cute can they be

[jungwnies]

f1 grid | gas money

୨ৎ : featuring : all drivers on the grid ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : how they react to you telling them another man paid for your gas

୨ৎ : genre : comedy ୨ৎ : word count : 885

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : this was hilarious to write LMFAO

ʚ・red bull

max verstappen

silently stares at you for 5–7 business seconds

“was he old? young? did he look like the type to try something?”

insists on filling your tank from now on, no matter what

might ask you to describe his car so he can avoid that gas station forever

acts calm but logs it in the suspicious men who exist file in his brain

yuki tsunoda

“HUH? why??”

weirdly proud and mildly offended at the same time

“next time send me his venmo i’ll pay him back and then block him”

starts acting extra flirty and clingy all night just in case

absolutely forces you to tell the story to the boys like it’s a comedy bit

ʚ・mercedes

george russell

“do you think he had weird intentions??”

tries to stay composed but is 100% spiraling

“darling, this is why I say let me fill up your car”

types out a paragraph on boundaries and deletes it

offers to start driving you everywhere "for convenience"

kimi antonelli

blinks. nods. “what was his license plate?”

asks like he’s joking but you know he’s not

completely unreadable expression but sits a little closer to you after

“you know I’ll pay for your gas, right? all of it. forever.”

keeps one arm around you for the rest of the day like a warning sign

ʚ・ferrari

charles leclerc

confused and offended in a cute way

“he just… offered?? for no reason??”

“you didn’t smile too much, right? like not flirty smile?”

pouty and dramatic but kisses your forehead anyway

makes you promise to text him next time you're at a gas station alone

lewis hamilton

instantly goes into protective boyfriend mode

“are you okay? did he make you feel weird?”

doesn’t care about the gas, cares if it felt off

gets quiet for a second then offers to put a gas card on your keychain

“i don’t want you having to rely on random men, love”

ʚ・mclaren

lando norris

“wait—he PAID for your gas?? bro what—”

95% jokes, 5% wants to fight

fake pouts the whole way home

“guess I’ll just go broke watching other men fund your commute”

sends you memes about gas station sugar daddies

oscar piastri

“was it, like, creepy or just a nice old man thing?”

gets unusually quiet if you say the guy was attractive

“i mean… cool for you, i guess” cue jealous silence

offers to start filling your tank weekly just in case

later randomly asks “so what pump number was it again?”

ʚ・aston martin

fernando alonso

smirks. “ah… still got it, huh?”

not threatened but very territorial

“did you thank him with words or with your eyes?”

jokes, but definitely kisses you a little harder that night

pulls up in his car next time you need gas and does it himself

lance stroll

“i—wait. why?”

genuinely confused at the idea of strangers doing nice things

“you didn’t ask him to, right? like… he offered?”

laughs it off but internally annoyed

literally just gives you his credit card just "cause"

ʚ・williams

alex albon

“did you at least get snacks out of it too??”

not mad, just playfully jealous

“he better have filled it all the way”

wraps his arm around your waist for the next hour

carlos sainz

immediate eyebrow raise

“why didn’t you call me?”

suspicious but not outwardly mad — yet

says he’s fine but mutters “some random tío paying for my girl’s gas…” later

goes with you to fill up the next three times in a row

ʚ・haas

ollie bearman

“wait wait wait, WHAT?”

gets all flustered and adorable about it

doesn’t know if he should be worried, mad, or impressed

“you swear he didn’t ask for your number?”

offers to send you money for gas for the next six years

esteban ocon

concerned.

“do you feel like he was trying to get something from you?”

has an entire internal debate about whether to go back to that gas station

tells you he’s proud you handled it but definitely checks your location next time you go out

insists on a Starbucks detour “just to reset the vibe”

ʚ・racing bulls

liam lawson

“huh. did you let him?”

gives you a squinty side-eye for five minutes straight

then suddenly wraps an arm around your waist like “mine.”

fake calm but dead serious

“if it happens again, ask him if he wants to sponsor your boyfriend’s career too”

isack hadjar

“hold on, lemme find this man and shake his hand—”

joking but also not

“this is some rom-com plot twist shit. am i being pranked?”

says he’s fine but paces around the kitchen for a bit

absolutely sends a petty venmo for $5 with the caption: “for your gas, not his.”

ʚ・alpine

pierre gasly

“oh really? what did he look like?”

casually jealous—still flirty, still possessive

“did you wink at him or was it the hair? it’s the hair, isn’t it.”

acts normal then kisses you with a lot of tongue later

pretends he’s not thinking about it. absolutely is.

franco colapinto

“wait, huh?”

takes a minute to process

goes quiet, starts planning an over-the-top “gas station date” to outdo the stranger

“babe next time let me do something romantic”

fills your car the next morning and leaves a flower in the cupholder

ʚ・kick sauber

nico hulkenberg

“ugh. men.”

rolls his eyes like he’s seen it a thousand times

“don’t let it go to your head. i’ll still be the one buying dinner tonight.”

pays for everything that day without saying why

mutters “he’s lucky i wasn’t there” under his breath

gabriel bortoleto

jaw drops

“like… just offered?? for free??”

cute confused boyfriend energy

“was he old? he better have been old, like ancient.”

tries to act chill but clings to you the rest of the night like a koala

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[eraserbread]

testin out the new lipstick your older boyfriend, nanami, bought u ✧ ୨୧ - based off this fanart by ayushnz

→ afab fem!reader, implied age-gap, pillow talk, teasing, sfw but suggestive

he drops a little shopping bag in front of you, mentioning, "i'm sorry."

"seems like you're always apologizing." you're digging in your gift before he even lets it go, recognizing the high-end makeup branding on the side.

"seems like you're always yelling and calling me an asshole."

"because you are a capitalistic asshole, but I can't blame you." you're gasping like a kid in a candy shop, pulling out a single box of your favorite designer lipstick. the shade marker on the bottom reads 'for the roses', and when you dig it out of its packaging, it swatches on your hand in a deep red. kento watches you over your shoulder.

"thought it'd be flattering on you."

"did you? or did your assistant?"

"give me a break."

you're breathing in the fluster he hides so well whenever he's not around you. now, out of the job, hair loose, and glasses off, he's yours to the core.

"there is a strange lack of mirrors at your place. here, hold it." you're pushing a pocket mirror you keep in your bag into his big hand, turning around in your chair to face him. he's towering, unimpressed when you boss him around, but too polite to tell you no.

so, right now, he'd be your mirror holder. he does want you to wear the lipstick—this'll have to be his sacrifice. he watches you pull the cap off the gold tube, marveling at the luxurious shade of red it holds before posing in the mirror, concentrated as you smear the color on.

he watches—no, marvels at you. the subtle grace, the unwavering beauty. it makes him smile. "I was right... it's stunning."

"mm, you're just tryna get in my pants."

kento tosses his head back in a sigh, pressing the compartment shut. "will you keep this up all night? pretending to be mad at me?"

"if it gets me what i want," you sit back in the plush rolling chair, skirt hiked up, hair mussed, and lips red. his amber eyes burn as they skate over your body. you bite your lip, staining your teeth as you nod. "...mhm."

"brat."

you laugh, leaning forward to catch the hang of his tie. you hate this one—the yellow-dotted one he swore was his favorite—but you love him, and you love the look on his face as you pull him down into a kiss. it's all lips, no tongue, but when ken pulls away, he's red-faced and red-lipped. your lipstick has transferred all over him.

"fuck. you're soooo cute." using that leverage you have on his tie, you pull yourself up. he doesn't even stumble, but he is reaching out to grab your ass. "I wonder how many lipstick stains I can leave all over you."

"one hundred, maximum. though, you'll hardly get to fifty before complaining about lip cramps."

"let's test it out, " you smirk deviously, turning him around in your arms and pushing him into the warm chair. he looks up at you with a gaze only you could read, teasing, telling you don't try anything.

you reach to reapply your lipstick, running a free hand through kento's tossed locks. he catches your wrist, pulling your hand to his lips to kiss. "might not let you get to a hundred."

"challenge accepted." you lean forward, snatching your hand away from him. starting at his face, you're kissing his nose, cheekbone and forehead, lingering over the top of his lip.

then they trail to his jawline, four kisses all smooshed in the area around his ear. he's purring, puffing out laughs when you hit a ticklish spot. you're at his neck, then to his clothed chest staining the blue fabric in waxy red.

and when you're standing up straight, admiring your handiwork, you've got him by the tie. "so fucking sexy."

he chuckles, head tilted to the side so you can see the number you did on his thick neck. "ha, don't be crude."

[pisskuna]

no title, hell yeah

sukuna x reader (fem) wc ! 2.4k cw ! dubcon / noncon pissing on the face and in mouth and reader’s drunk, public setting, slight choking, one mention of crying, pet names, reader’s wearing a dress and heels for ‘plot’ reasons, sukuna could’ve been meaner, i feel as he was not very note ! not properly edited as i needed to get this out lol so expect some errors here and there, i tried to catch them all, tell me if i double typed a word that’s like my biggest fear omg

he’d been watching you, sharp red eyes tracking your every movement.

how could he not with the way you were moving about the crowd, stopping here and there to chat with friends.

for a moment, you took the chance to dance for just a few minutes. it made him want you all the more, with how your body moved in the sea of bodies.

when you stopped to grab a drink, he moved, sliding up beside you, putting himself between you and your friend. making sure he had your full, undivided attention. didn’t need her getting in the way of what he wanted most.

it didn’t take him long to pull you away, you let him drag you off to a hallway, promises of something more whispered in your ear. though he’d was sure you weren’t paying his words any mind—more so focused on the pure hunger in his gaze.

he’d planned this the moment he laid eyes on you. his bladder had been aching all night, and he found himself shifting in his seat the longer he let you prance around in that dress of yours. but he’d gotten you, and now all that was left was to ruin you.

he thinks your neck is so fragile in his hand. his large, rough palm pressing against the soft skin of your throat. your pulse flutters under the pads of his fingers. and his eyes roll, nosing at your temple before he trails down to your ear.

“gonna let me piss in your mouth, yeah?” with his lips brushing your ear, the hand around your throat tightens, forcing your head back against the wall and you choke out a sound, a little thing that makes him groan, teeth nipping at your ear.

sukuna could see the way your eyes rolled and drifted, desperately trying to focus on something in the empty hallway. you were already so wrecked, no coherent thoughts in that head of yours. 

he had you just out of view of most of the crowd, but in a spot where anyone could see if they wished to. it sent a thrill through him, knowing that someone could walk by and pull out their camera to record him pissing on your face. or even better yet if that friend of yours you were with earlier caught the two of you.

if he bothered to get to know you, he’d have gotten your number to film the damn thing himself and send it to you as a reminder.

he likes the thought of you not quite remembering even more though.

the more he thinks about it, the more it tugs at his gut, scratching its way forth, causing him to itch from the inside.

“you’re gonna be a good girl, right?” he’s whispering filth straight into your ear. murmurs of how he’s gonna shove his cock down your throat after he’s finished to make sure you get every last drop. and soft little “mhms” and “yeahs” leave that cute mouth of yours. “you’ll drink it right up?”

he’s sure you’re not registering his words. not with the way his free hand dips between your thighs, fingers dancing a path upwards pressing between the folds of your clothed cunt.

“please.”

“yeah?” and he’s got you right where he wants you, in the palm of his hand, begging for his touch. “have to do me a favor first, princess. can you remember what you promised?”

“mm—i just—” sukuna can’t make out what you say next, your words slurring together, but he can feel how your hand joins his between your legs, trying oh so desperately to get him to apply more pressure.

“fuck,” his jaw clenches, the pressure in his bladder becomes more insistent, it feels like he is about to burst with every exhale.

ripping his hands away from you, he chooses to grab your shoulders instead. his thick fingers dig into your flesh, blunt nails scratching at your skin as he forces you to your knees.

mindless, nonsensical babbles spill past your lips, and he can see how you struggle with the sudden change in position. your upper body falling forward, then he notices how you have to press your hands into the floor to keep yourself from tipping over.

“i’m—”

but he doesn’t bother listening, too busy working on undoing his pants, aching to get his cock free. he groans, smoothing a hand down his length once before he’s grasping it.

“open up.” that’s all the warning he gives as he watches you lift your head up before he’s letting loose, the first hiss of release splashing against your mouth. it covers your lips, drips from your chin, and spills down your chest. sukuna thinks you look perfect like this, piss running in streams over your skin.

you splutter indignantly, spittle and piss flying everywhere. your hands scramble to grasp his hip, the other joining his where it holds his cock. “wait—”

“none of that.” he hisses, voice rough as he wraps his free hand around your chin, thumb forcing its way past your slippery lips, not caring in the slightest that he’s pissing on his hand.

pressing the flat of his thumb against your tongue, he pries your jaw open. “close your mouth even once and you’ll regret it,” he warns, tilting your head back to his liking, redirecting his stream in your mouth.

his red eyes are swallowed whole by black as he watches you struggle to down his piss, a gag forcing its way out of your mouth. it splashes against the back of your throat, trickling down your front with every choke when you can’t swallow quick enough.

“god, look at you,” he growls, eyes rolling briefly, hips jerking forward, and his cock twitches in his hold. he can feel the way your hand tightens around him, not quite sure if you’re trying to pull him away or bring him closer. “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

he gets his answer in the form of you shaking your head, piss coating your cheeks, and sliding off your skin.

“i think you are.” he laughs at you, the sound coming from deep within his chest. it’s mean. mocking.

he sees how you try to withdraw after that, shame hitting you in a way that has your eyes squeezing shut, body trying to fold in on itself. the hand on his hip slips under his shirt to rest against his stomach, digging into his flesh..

“fuck,” his voice is raw, hand leaving your face—once he’s sure you won’t disobey him—to slam against the wall, bracing himself. “almost done, princess. you can take more, right?”

he doesn’t give you a chance to answer, hand sliding down his cock as he pushes forward, knocking your hand out of the way in the process, forcing his cock into the tight heat of your throat.

“that’s it,” he groans, eyes rolling before fluttering closed—that feeling in his stomach pulling at his insides once again. it makes his hips stutter, heat shooting up his spine.

your hands are everywhere, on his stomach, to his thighs, gripping the thick muscle and beating against them as you struggle for air.

having you like this, on your knees, desperately clawing at his body—it makes his cock twitch where he’s hugged by the constricting walls of your throat. he can feel the way it contracts, swallowing around him. it’s good, so fucking good.

his eyes blink open when his cock gives a final jerk, hazy and unfocused as what seems to be the last few trickles of piss sliding down your throat. he’s vaguely aware of how you’re sniffling, drool pooling from underneath your tongue and dripping off his flesh.

he’s surprised you managed to keep breathing with how he had you flush to his skin, the hairs at the base of his cock tickling your nose.

a full on shudder wracks his body when he pulls out, a wet schlick sound blending in with the sound of music thumping against the walls. he’s half hard, thick strands of spit connecting his cock to your swollen lips, glistening under the dim lighting.

he grins at the sight of you, chest rising and falling with every deep breath. the eye makeup you’re wearing streaked down your cheeks. when did you cry? a sound rumbles deep from his chest at the fact. but he’s not quite finished, though. “tongue out.” he demands.

your brows draw together, lips pursing. he can all but see the way the cogs turn in your head, turning his words over and trying to process why.

“i don’t have all night.” and you reluctantly obey, tongue lolling out. he takes the chance to drag his cockhead down the length of your tongue. swearing under his breath he taps it against the slick surface, watching as the last final drops of piss shake free. as if further using you like you’re his personal urinal.

the sight of you so filthy—it makes his stomach tighten again, and he drags a hand over his length, debating on whether or not he wants to bust a nut all over that pretty little face of yours, too.

he decides against it, figuring you’ve had enough for tonight.

“you did good,” he praises, tucking himself back into his pants, leaving his fly open, not caring too much about who sees.

you’re all wide eyed before him, hands moving to finger his belt loops, tongue darting out instinctively to lick up that last remnants of piss, only for your lips to twist into a frown, like you had forgotten what just happened only to be reminded again.

he can tell his praise affects you despite your attempt at telling a different story. that look flickering in your eyes, thighs squeezing together as you sit back on your heels.

bringing a hand to your neck, he gives a quick squeeze before he pulls you up and forward.

you stumble slightly, standing on two shaky, trembling legs like a baby deer. your hands fly upwards to brace yourself against him, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt. and then you look up at him with those glassy eyes filled with unshed tears.

“fuck,” he’s craning your neck back just enough for him to slot his lips over yours. you gasp into the kiss, allowing him to dip his tongue inside, taking control and devouring you whole.

a broken little moan slips from between your lips, swallowed up by sukuna’s greedy mouth.

when he pulls away, your lips linger, chasing after him, and he chuckles under his breath. shifting his hand, his fingers wrap around your jaw til they’re pressing into your cheeks, causing your lips to pout. “filthy little thing wants more. enjoyed drinking my piss didn’t you?”

your head shakes to the best of your ability, he notices, but it just makes him tighten his hold on your face even more. the soft skin dimples under the weight of his fingers.

“mm-mm.” you manage, voice trembling. sukuna huffs in response, pressing a quick kiss to your pursed lips. it’s a fleeting touch, one he doesn’t allow you to lean into. then his tongue is out, dragging along your chin and lower lip, licking up the mess of piss and spit clinging to your skin like it’s nothing to him.

and you let out a shocked noise, feet stumbling in your heels, hands gripping his wrist to wrench his hand away from your face. sukuna has to stop himself from laughing again, allowing you to take a step back as you hold his hand tight in your grasp, anxiously twisting your fingers, a slight pinch on his skin.

“what’s wrong, pretty girl?” he lifts an eyebrow when you don’t say anything. instead you just look at him, mouth opening and closing like you want to say something, but nothing comes out.

when you remain too quiet, afraid to speak up, he scoffs. it was fun the first time, now it was just becoming a pain. he gives you another moment to gather yourself, wanting to see what else you could muster before he shakes your hands off him, like he’s finally finished with you.

how boring.

“get yourself cleaned up,” he tosses over his shoulder, already walking away, his urges finally satiated.

and he doesn’t bother looking back.

but maybe he’ll find himself back at another one of these parties if means getting his hands on you again.

you’re unable to register where you are when your eyes peel open, lashes glued together by your mascara.

the sun peeking in through the cracked blinds hits your face, momentarily stunning you as you sit up to rub a hand down the mess that is your face, fingers gently working against your eyes.

your feet are aching, whoever put you in this room didn’t have the decency to take your heels off, but you suppose you should be thankful you woke up in a bed at all.

kicking off your shoes, you reach down and massage your fingers into the arch of your foot, mind still reeling from last night. it didn’t help that your knees ached too, pain shooting down the entire length of your legs.

wait.

what even happened last night?

you remembered drinking, stopping to talk to some friends you hadn’t spoken to in a while. then—

then what?

you’re suddenly hyperaware of the front of your dress sticking to your skin, the material still damp with whatever substance you got yourself caught up in. swallowing thickly, images of a tall, imposing figure flash through your mind.

whispers of filth from the night before—a hand around your throat, lips on your skin—your ears tingle at just the thought alone.

with your heart beating rapidly against your chest, you scramble around on the bed for your phone, fingers gripping it tight once you find it in the mess of blankets and sheets. quickly unlocking it, you check your notifications and are immediately greeted by the sight of a message from one of your friends.

hey, sweetheart. I know this might be hard to hear, but maybe lay off the drinks for a while, yeah? I found you passed out in the hallway just outside the bathroom, you weren’t looking too hot. I left you some water and meds, make sure to take them

the hallway.

the hallway.

your knees hurting.

the sticky, damp feeling of your dress.

“oh, god.”

what the fuck happened to you last night?

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Okay, get this. Kitten stan but it's in the fifties. So stans like 5 or 6 or so, and he maybe tries to pickpocket (with his early childhood thieving instincts) some candy hanging out of a random old ladys purse. It then turns out that this random old lady is actually a witch, and to teach him a lesson curses him. Normally she'd use the tried and true week-long-lasting cat burglar curse, but since he's like a baby, she decides to use her diluted one-hour-lasting cat burglar curse potion as a slap on the wrist! So she sprays him, poof! Kitten stan! And she continues merrily on her way since it's the fifties and she doesn't really worry about child safety.

But wait! She's super old, and she grabbed one of her first trial cat potions by accident! Since its been sitting in her magic liminal space purse thing for like hundreds of years or something (idk) it's been fermenting! What effects used to last a mere 1 hour, now last a whopping 100,000 hours!! Good golly!

So stan is a cat who is NOT about to turn back anytime soon, the witch has gone on ro who knows where without a care in the world, and little Ford happens to walk out.

He thinks "omg cute baby cat! Who really likes me for some reason! Now I have two (2) friends! I'll keep you in the alley so ma and mostly pa can't tell me I can't keep you!"

This happiness is shortly lived, because stan doesn't show up. At all. His parents start freaking out, Ford starts freaking out, stan starts freaking out because as a little kid kitten he has no idea how to attempt communication. All is not well.

Eventually, stan is an official missing kid. Eventually eventually he is presumed dead or the like. A kindergartener doesn't have great prospects on his own. He's an unsolved case. Everyone is heartbroken, and Ford is allowed to keep stan during the height of it, because he really needs some emotional support and his parents are too messed up to really fight it when Ford all teary eyed holds up his baby alley cat and asks to keep him in the house "so he doesn't disappear too"

Eventually they move on as best they can. There's nothing else they can do. Maybe Ford wants to solve the case and find stan as he gets older, maybe it happened when he was young enough he decides to try and move on. Stan is a cat still, and he can't figure out how NOT to be a cat, so he kind of moves on too. He was little enough that he kind of adapts and just lives as a cat without too many problems. Life goes on.

It's senior year, Ford is getting ready to present the perpetual motion machine to west coast tech and start his future. He shows it off to his pet cat with the nerdist name a six year old can Come up with, who's feelings may or may not be on board. Maybe he's okay with it because Ford plans on bringing him? Maybe west coast tech has a strict no pet policy so stan would be left behind? Perhaps he accidently or on purpose does a classic cat thing and knocks over the machine and breaks it. Ford starts yelling, filbrick overhears, and cat stan is paralelling Canon stan on the sidewalk. Ford would probably fight back this time and would be arguing with his dad about the survival rates of domestic cats on the streets, and that's his little buddy! That's the only thing that kept him afloat after stan died! You can't toss him!

When, wait what's that? 100,000 hours is about 11 and a half years? Just about the amount of time for a maybe 6 yo to be 17 almost 18? POOF! Cat stan is now teen stan, still on the sidewalk in front his brother and father, and no one has any idea what to do next! Heck, stan doesn't know if he remembers how to do anything human! This is a very messy situation indeed. Don't steal candy, kids!

I don't expect this to be added to the list because you have had quite a number of additions, especially kitten ones. This just kind of brain wormed me and I thought I might as well word vomit.

This is so horrifying and tragic in so many ways.

Stan's been a cat longer than he was ever a person! This is like a more tragic version of 'Stan succumbs to the curse', becuase none of them know anything about magic! Their son was a cat! For years! He doesn't know how to funtion as a person at this point! He was his brother's pet cat! For his entire childhood! Does he even remember being Stanley? Remember that Ford's his twin and now his owner?

At that point i think he gets dragged back into the house and the whole family panics about the near 18 year old that doesn't remember how to talk to people or do anything. He has no education, no life skills, no ability to not say whatever's on his mind. Magic's real and it messed up Stanley for life. I think Ford works to be a for real wizard to track down the person who did this to his brother and end them. This is Ford's villain story. This is a whole Pines WTF moment. How would Filbrick even react to the confirmed knowledge that his son was their cat? He didn't want twins, but he had them and one of them was dead and is now a whole almost adult. I think it'd shake him. I don't think he could go back from that. I feel like he was a man rooted in the practical that got plunged into the whimsical and is now blue screening. I think this might be one of the few aus where he's not a complete dirtbag, because how can you think your sons a leech and a dead beat when he didn't even get to grow up.

They have to make up a whole fake story about him suddenly appearing on their doorstep and they think he escaped some kind of basement or something to explain his complete lack of social awareness.

[bbycake2]

Your boyfriend Baji brought a stray cat home! Fluff and cute

Kitty Cuddle Time! ♡

You just finished your classes and were putting your shoes into your school locker, with plans for the rest of the day in your mind. School drained you a little today, so you’re thinking about how warm and cozy it will be to lie under your blanket in your room, watching some series and eating sweets. “Bzzzz” - You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, you quickly took it out, and the screen showed the number that was calling you. “Baby🧁🎼” - It was your boyfriend! A smile immediately appeared on your face. “I hope he hasn’t gotten into trouble… I just pray he’s not calling because he fought with someone again” you thought

That energetic guy might wear you down now and then, but you adored him deeply, and he loved you just as much. You were happy together, despite your slight differences in personalities…

No one ever made you feel as safe as he did.

You clicked the green phone icon and put the phone to your ear. “Hey, babe, you know, I have something to tell you. I don’t want to worry you, but there’s a surprise. Could you come over to my place? You’ve finished your classes already, right?” - You heard his deep voice — how much you adore it. You could listen to him for hours

“Hey Baji! Yeah, I finished my classes, but please, please promise me you’re not hurt, and that no police are after you…” - You were already ready to be mad at him.

“No, none of that! Well, maybe I have a few bruises, but they ended up way worse. You know me — nobody’s gonna mess me up!” - he started laughing. He’s so charming and at the same time so wild and impulsive.

A slight smile appeared on your lips. What an idiot — you thought. Will he ever grow up? You worry about him every day; you know him, and you know how strong he is and that he can always manage, but that doesn’t ease your worries that one day something might end badly…

You’re standing outside his door, waiting for him to open it. The door opened, and you saw the most handsome guy on this earth!

How on earth is he mine? I’m so lucky..

You both smiled and hugged each other, He picked you up in his arms, started spinning around, and laughing. “Idiot, stop, or I’ll throw up!” you said, feeling the happiest you ever are — you’re always so happy when you’re with him. He gently carried you into his room and placed you softly on the bed….

Your eyes were drawn to a large box resting quietly on the floor. “What’s this?” you asked, curiosity sparkling in your voice.

“That’s the very thing I’ve been eager to show you!” he said, his face glowing with happiness. “Close your eyes, princess!” He pinched your nose as he lifted you off his lap and stood up, walking toward the mysterious box. A slight wave of tension ran through your body — with this boy, you could expect absolutely anything.

Wait… was that a meow?

You opened your eyes and saw a tiny gray kitten with beautiful green eyes, lying on a blanket inside the box. “Someone abandoned him on the street. I couldn’t just walk past — I had to take him.” ## He has such a good heart — so tough, yet so loving and soft. You felt happy seeing just how many sides your boyfriend could have.

So… what should we name our little kitten?

[fanatic-freakshow]

Please excuse me while I go commit murder.

[perilegs]

i know astrology is fake but i'm not too keen on how a lot of people on this website seem to be clowning on it as a hobby a bit too hard. i swear the woman who thinks it's neat how she and her friends with the same sun sign are all similar isn't trying to say that you are who you are born as and there is nothing you can do to change it. it's a hobby. an interest. what happened to finding meaning and joy in the small things. does it affect you if someone enjoys tarot reading or crystals. does it make you upset someone has interests that they enjoy.

[dont-open-dead-inside-net]

*voice of boy who just experienced romantic/sexual attraction for the first time* did you guys see that. that was insane. wdym you live like this

[kavehayati]

Chappel Roan saying she’s sad she’s demisexual and then there’s me being aroace as a whole like don’t you think I’m even more sad 😭

[risingsunresistance]

twitter is entering their "rts > likes" phase now that likes are private after they spent years calling us ungrateful for being demotivated by ratios lmao

[chemicalarospec]

Me not experiencing any attraction: damn it seems fun kind of wish I did... Lemme pick who I WOULD have a crush on... Trick(??) myself into (thinking I am??) having feelings towards them.

Me experiencing genuine attraction: UMMM what is this i don't know how to deal with this how do i turn it off?

[yourstrulyrani]

thinking about simon riley and how he gets worried when he gets his labs back from medic!reader:

"Bloody hell, Doc. You could include this in my dossier if you wanted."

You let out a chuckle at his words when you saw him skim through his blood work, a whole packet worth of vital information, from the number of red and white blood cells he has, a basic metabolic panel, and so much more. He skims through the information, every row a new test and labeled with a green "normal" on each one.

Until he reached one of the rows: testosterone.

A red "above average" was next to his testosterone count and you could see the panic in the man's eyes but you didn't know what caused it. You decided to let him speak up about it.

"Hey, doc?" You could see the stress manifest into a physical form the way you saw his thumbs clutch the packet of paper tighter, causing the paper to crease upwards in submission at his grip.

"Yeah, Ghost?" You turn around, your body language evident that you are all ears for what he has to say next.

Ghost had to collect himself before bringing this up. He knows this hormone is a normal thing in males, but why is his so abnormally high? He clears his throat before speaking up, "My testosterone," he pans the packet to face you now, "the lab says it's quite high. That's not normal."

"For you, it is."

The man's eyes squinted behind the mask.

"What? It says 'above normal' right..." he points to the row with a gloved finger, "there. What do you mean for me it's normal?"

You walk closer to him, gently taking the packet out of his tight grip. You turn around and sit next to him, and because of the height difference, Ghost noticed the way your shoulder grazed his bicep.

"It's normal for you because of your muscle mass, sir." You point to his muscle mass percentage. "More muscle means more testosterone in the body. Testosterone helps to support your body in maintaining the amount of muscle you have. If you had a man's average amount of testosterone, you wouldn't be built like a tank."

Ghost snickers at the last remark. "I'm a tank now, Doc?"

"Have you seen yourself, sir?" You scoff. You point to his weight on the paper, "Your muscle mass is also why you're technically obese. You're 6'4 and 250 pounds. But nothing to be worried about. You have more muscle than fat, and muscle weighs more. So I can assure you, you're perfectly healthy."

Ghost at the moment thought the way you nerded out on all of these medical technicalities was quite hot. You were smart, he always knew that. But it was something about the way you were talking in person about all this health and medical stuff that got to him. It didn't help either that you looked even more professional with a white lab coat and scrubs on. You adjusted the glasses on your nose while you looked down at his labs and Ghost swore he felt six inches of some of his muscle and fat twitch.

"Perfectly healthy, Doc?" He repeats your words.

"Perfectly." You skim over the paper once more. "If anything, you have the highest muscle mass and testosterone in the task force."

Ghost felt his pride swell at that statement. Not only did you say he was perfectly healthy, but you basically just called him the most ripped out of all the guys?

"I'm trying to be modest abou' this whole thing you know. You're not helping." He replies sarcastically and you giggled, throwing your head back a little. "I'm serious."

"Well you can thank your hard work on missions and the extra hours at the gym." You nudged his arm with your shoulder, causing Ghost to tense at the sudden contact but he surely didn't mind. The cute little medic that works for the task force just touched him, how could he possibly complain about that?

After that encounter, Simon took no time in bragging about his "abnormally high" testosterone and "obese" weight to the group chat that consisted of him, Price, Gaz, and Johnny.

He sent a picture of his labs with the message: "Not only did Ms. Medic tell me I'm built like a tank but told me I'm more of a man than you all can ever be ;)."

Johnny replied with, "You mean "the missus"?"

Gaz replied with, "You better snag her before I do, Simon. I didn't see a ring on her finger last visit."

Price replied with, "It's only because of my age, you know. If I were in my prime I would have more testosterone and muscle mass than all of you combined."

(lol i love these men)

~ yours truly, rani ♥︎

[personapeters]

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝

— a rafe cameron one shot

✰ when y/n gets her boyfriend to partake in a viral tiktok trend.

rating: sfw — cw: none

anyone who had a phone and internet access knew of the viral couple’s trend, and y/n was no exception. endless sickeningly sweet videos flooded her feed of men effortlessly lifting their girlfriends onto their shoulders, some ending with them toppling over into a heap of laughter; it left a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach and she, too, wanted the first hand experience.

she knew rafe better than anyone; being recorded doing some silly trend for the world to see simply wasn’t something he’d be willing to do. despite that fact, she knew it wouldn’t hurt too terribly to propose the idea. so, with little hesitation, she made her request known.

“rafe?” she quipped from her place on the couch, her legs draped lazily over her boyfriends lap. “hm?” he hummed, his attention momentarily glued to the phone in his hand as he finished a text. “can we, maybe, try something?” she asked, watching as he completed his typing before tossing the device onto the coffee table with a clank.

“what’s that?” he mumbled, running a hand up her bare leg and resting it on her thigh, lightly squeezing as he gazed at her. “before you say no, just hear me out, okay?” she asked, his face quirking at the request. he nodded his head in a way that prompted her to continue, so she did.

“i wanna see if you can lift me,” she informed simply, to which rafe’s brows rose in question. “if i can lift you?” he clarified with a mild confusion, “y’know i can — do it all the time.”

“no, i mean, like—,” she fumbled with her phone for a moment, tapping at the screen before turning it to face him, “it’s for a video thing… like this.” he watched intently as a couple performed the ‘lift’ in reference and his face contorted to one of scrutiny.

“why?” he questioned, genuinely not understanding the appeal. “i don’t know, looks fun — it’s cute,” y/n mumbled with a shrug, gradually becoming less enthused. “looks kinda dumb,” he muttered honestly, completely disconnected from the internet and it’s need for spontaneous niches. “oh,” y/n spoke quietly as she stared down at the device — maybe he was right.

rafe noticed the shift in her demeanor instantly, his heart squeezing as she slouched against the armrest of the couch, a small pout pulling at her lips that she tried to fight against. he felt a pang of guilt in his chest, hating how filter-less his mouth could be. he didn’t mean come off as cold and dismissive, but he knew that he did, and often does; he also knew that he needed to fix it.

“okay, come on,” he sighed, patting her thigh before sliding her legs off his. “what?” she asked in surprise, her eyes following him as he stood. “let’s do it,” he shrugged, holding out a hand for her to take. immediately, a bright smile flooded her face as she wrapped her digits around his larger palm. “really?” she beamed as he pulled her to her feet. “yeah, i just— is that it?” he motioned to the phone in her grasp, “i just pick you up?”

“yeah,” she nodded enthusiastically with a grin, her eyes glistening as she did so and rafe couldn’t help but let his lips mimic her own. “alright, go set it up,” he instructed as he peered down at her, softly patting her hip in encouragement. she obliged quickly, propping her phone up on the coffee table and setting a timer to count them down from thirty, hoping that would allot them enough time to prepare.

“please don’t drop me,” she laughed as rafe situated his large hands around her waist, his long fingers nearly touching each other at the center of her stomach. “i’d never,” he scoffed with a soft smile, “just tell me when.”

“almost,” she muttered as she watched the numbers descend on the screen, “okay-okay, three, two, one.” instantly, she felt the hold on her body tighten as rafe effortlessly lifted her through the air; she didn’t need to jump in assistance, nor did he grunt or struggle in the slightest, carrying her gracefully as though she was a feather. she instinctively gripped his wrists as a squeal left her mouth, a melodic stream of laughter following as he propped her onto his shoulder, her body fitting perfectly on the broad surface.

the recording ended and the song looped softly in the background as rafe carefully slid her down his body, his hands resting underneath her arms as he lowered her to the ground. as soon as her feet hit the floor, she padded over to watch the perfectly imperfect recording — the framing was off, seeing as rafe was too tall to fit, and she didn’t lip-sync to the lyrics as most others had, but none of that mattered in the slightest.

“look,” she grinned, holding the phone out for rafe to see. he smiled fondly down at her, his eyes flickering between her face as she watched the clip and the clip itself. admittedly, he enjoyed participating, enjoying even more how giddy she was about it. “i see,” he assured with a small smile, his focus primarily on his happy girl as he rested a hand on her hip, rubbing small circles on the bone.

“i love it,” she gushed, ecstatic to have something so sweet and silly of herself and her boyfriend that she just knew she would watch over and over and over again. “good,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, the moment being interrupted when his phone rang out — a call he was expecting.

“i’ve gotta take this,” he informed, running his fingers under the hem of her shirt and softly grazing the skin before breaking the contact. he grabbed the cell from it’s place on the table, answering it with a hushed greeting before exiting the room, leaving y/n to rewatch their video again with a cheek-aching grin; her man was in-fact very jacked and oh-so kind (but only ever for her).

 personapeters 2024 — all rights reserved • masterlist

[kisssukuna33]

Thinking about your Chef HusbandSukuna! Who always uses you as his personal food critic whenever he experiments with a new dish. You are the first to taste it before it goes into the restaurant menu. When you question him about it one time he said you're his personal lucky charm because whenever you taste a new dish first it instantly becomes a hit in the menu.

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who has a whole wall dedicated to you and the pics of you two together in his restaurant. Oh but did I mention about the big wall art next to those pics? A wall art of you smiling that he painted himself. He still talks about that art piece proudly to this day.

Chef HusbandSukuna! who has no problem attracting customers. His restaurant is widely known in the town as one of the best spots but the only problem he faces is when people come into his restaurant being attracted to something other than his food. You can only imagine the amount of thirsty comments from both men and women under his restaurant reviews.

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who HATES it when people flirt with him even after clearly seeing the wedding ring he wears daily. That's why he lets his co-workers do all the serving and he rarely comes out of the kitchen until someone ask for his presence.

And whenever a customer flirt with him or ask for his number he straight up points to the wall art of you displayed in the restaurant and murmur "my wife" as he go back into the kitchen unbothered.

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who never lets you cook anything in the kitchen. He always prepare you food and snacks whenever you ask him without complaining and you slowly came to realize that's his way of showing his love for you. And when he prepares food for you it's never anything simple either,he makes sure his wife eats a 5 star meal everyday.

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who takes it as personal offense whenever you recommend take out for dinner. He doesn't understand why you want to eat that unhealthy junk shit when you have a whole chef as your husband.

"Just say you don't love me anymore"

"Kuna.. You are being dramatic I asked it for a change not because I don't love your cooking"

"Then marry a fast food worker that way you can eat junk shit everyday"

"Sukuna!!"

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who always decorate your bento box so cutely when you go to work. He doesn't miss with the hello kitty shaped rice balls and the heart shaped vegetables everytime. One time you remember your coworker asking if you're married to a woman because they refuse to believe a bento box that cute was a work of a man.

Safe to say your coworker was even more suprised after seeing the intimidating 6'4 tatted man who came to pick you up later.

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who always knows to prioritize you over his beloved restaurant. You are sick? Yeah he closes the restaurant and stay by your side all day taking care of you. You want to go on a date? Say no more restaurant is closed within a minute. You took a day off ? yeah the restaurant is closed that day. You wonder how he even keep up the popularity of this restaurant like this.

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who always loves telling people the story about how you two met and how his restaurant took off after he started dating you. In his eyes you were a blessing given to him. He always wonder how his life started getting better and better after meeting you. A cold heart that was completely untouched by everyone started melting at the presence of yours.

But one thing he knows is that he's going to cherish the blessing given to him for the rest of his life.

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤMY CRAZY BOYFRIENDㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Robins x Fem Reader

☆⁠ SYNOPSIS : When They Act Crazy But Think It's Normal.

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, 90s Tim Drake, Damian Wayne.

☆⁠ NOTES : 𝘛𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!

— DICK GRAYSON ⋆

You walked into your room, ready to flop on your bed after a long day, only to scream when you saw Dick fucking Grayson himself sitting cross-legged on your floor, holding one of your shirts.

“What the hell, Dick?!” you yelled, clutching your chest. “What are you doing in my room?”

He looked up, completely unfazed, flashing his signature charming grin. “Hey, babe. I missed you.”

You pointed at the shirt in his hands. “Why do you have my shirt?”

Dick stood up, holding it close to his chest like a lifeline. “It smells like you, and I needed it to get through patrol last night. Do you know how hard it is to fight crime without the love of your life’s essence keeping you grounded?”

“Dick, that’s so creepy!” you exclaimed, though you were trying not to laugh.

“But I love you,” he said with those puppy-dog eyes, leaning closer. “And I thought about you the whole time. Did you think about me too?”

“Not like this!”

— JASON TODD ⋆

You were out with Jason at a local diner, enjoying some milkshakes when you noticed he kept glancing at you while trying (and failing) to be subtle about it.

“Okay, what’s up?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jason grinned, leaning forward with his chin on his hand. “Nothing, just thinking about how cute you look when you drink your milkshake.”

“...Thanks?” you said, feeling your face heat up.

Then, out of nowhere, Jason pulled a tiny notepad out of his pocket and started furiously writing.

“What are you doing?” you asked, bewildered.

“I’m cataloging everything you do that makes my heart race,” he said matter-of-factly. “Like, right now—number 438: The way you scrunch your nose when you’re confused.”

Your jaw dropped. “You have a list?”

“Of course I do,” he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “How else am I supposed to remember every little thing I love about you?”

You buried your face in your hands, torn between laughing and dying of embarrassment. “Jason, people can hear you!”

“Good,” he said, smirking. “Let the world know how much I love you.”

— 90s TIM DRAKE ⋆

You were sitting on your couch when Tim burst through your front door, looking frantic.

“Tim?! What are you doing?!” you shouted, startled.

“I need to check your internet history,” he said, completely serious.

“What?” you gawked, standing up.

Tim held up his laptop like it was a sacred relic. “I hacked into your Wi-Fi and noticed some…suspicious searches.”

“You WHAT?!”

“Why were you looking up ‘how to tell if your boyfriend is crazy’ at 3 a.m.?” he demanded, his face a mix of hurt and desperation.

You stared at him, your mouth open in shock. “Tim, what the hell! That was a meme! I wasn’t being serious!”

“Oh.” He blinked, looking sheepish for about two seconds before he perked up. “Well, now you don’t have to wonder. I am crazy—for you.”

“Get out of my house!”

— DAMIAN WAYNE ⋆

You were in your backyard when you heard a rustling noise coming from the bushes. Frowning, you approached cautiously, only to jump back when Damian crawled out on all fours like a feral cat.

“Damian?! What are you doing in my bushes?!”

He stood up, brushing off his uniform like this was a perfectly normal situation. “I was ensuring your safety.”

“By hiding in my bushes?” you asked, flabbergasted.

“I must remain vigilant,” he said, crossing his arms. “You are surrounded by incompetent fools who cannot be trusted with your protection.”

“Damian, my dad is literally inside the house.”

“He doesn’t have the necessary training to spot an assassin from 300 yards away,” Damian scoffed. “But do not fear—I am here.”

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “This is so creepy. Do you even hear yourself?”

“Creepy? No. Devoted? Absolutely.”

— MASTERLIST ☆

— © luv-lock. Don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

[cherriicou]

older bf! seungcheol x college student! reader (f) ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

a/n; doing this for my own sanity // word count; 1.2k

content; age gap, size difference, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, cock-warming, hair-pulling, spanking, public/semi-public sex, degradation, praise kink, tummy bulge, office sex, smut with the smallest amount of plot

MDNI 18+ after cut

OLDER BF! CHEOL who first met you at your part-time job at the coffee shop near your home. shaky hands and pretty smile handing him his coffee, at his now go-to place. he knew his confident aura and flirty looks were being picked up by you. you were smart, just very shy and he liked that. he left you his number on the receipt after signing, along with a $20 tip. giving you chills as he gave you a wink and a small smirk before leaving the shop.

OLDER BF! CHEOL who gave you a date,time, and place as soon as you agreed to meeting with him. the restaurant he chose proved all your assumptions as it was extremely fancy. like you never thought you’d step foot in a place like this. his first time seeing you outside of work and oh he was in love. your hair out of that cute ponytail and perfectly sitting on your shoulders. the dress was simple but still made you look stunning. and him wow. his entirely black suit with the sleeves lifted, showing his huge arms that you so badly want to have on you.

OLDER BF! CHEOL who swears you can quit school and he will provide everything for you. you giggle at his request but decline as you believe he could do that, but you still wanted to pursue your career. he admits defeat and tells you how much he admires your ambition while keeping his eyes trained on you. you knew you were probably blushing like an idiot but somehow it felt right to, you wanted him to know how hot he makes you.

OLDER BF! CHEOL who couldn’t take you off him when you practically grabbed him and started kissing him. not an ounce of breath coming out of the heated make out session until he pulls you off so you could take it up to his place. as soon as you’re in there though, he’s already picking you up, having you wrap your legs around his torso while leaving kisses around your neck and jawline. his hands squeezing your ass under your dress, making you whimper in neediness.

OLDER BF! CHEOL who now has a slight obsession with having his mouth and fingers on your cunt. he is eating you out so sloppily, tongue digging in deep into your pussy as his fingers go in and out at the perfect pace. “you look so sexy like this, princess,” “look at you sprawled out for me,” all while you’re a moaning mess with your hands grabbing at both your tits and the bed. you melt at the sight of his face glistening with your wetness and immediately want more of him.

OLDER BF! CHEOL who knew he would have a size kink with you, i mean you were practically less than half the size of him. but this was even better than what he had imagined. you’re hand was latched onto his arm as he slowly stretched your poor cunt out :< he didn’t even know what to look at, your adorable fucked out expression or the way his cock looked disappearing into your pussy. “ahh, cheol-ah,” he only coos and smiles at you. “aw, you’re doing so well baby,” “pussy taking me in so good, fuck,” putting it all inside you.

OLDER BF!CHEOL who stared at the tummy bulge peaking out every time he thrusts into your tight cunt. “baby, look at that,” “my dick is destroying your little insides, isn’t it?,” you can’t even let out a response. your moans are beyond loud and all you can let out is ah’s and fucks and pleads. he just grunts, pounding harder to hear those whimpers you let out while struggling to tell him how it’s too much for your body </3

OLDER BF!CHEOL who is proud to have you at his side. his employees and assistants can look at him crazy all they want, but having you sit on his lap while he works or having you do your own homework on the couch in his office is what makes his life perfect. so what you have an age gap, you both were extremely happy with your life together. plus, he didn’t mind making people know why exactly you were with him.

OLDER BF!CHEOL who takes you in the private room near the bar that contains all the men who were staring you down. the fact that he could even afford to rent out that private room, and have a young beautiful girl with him was what he wanted them to see… and hear. your screams only getting louder as he pounds deep into you with his hands holding you against the wall. “yeah, let them hear your slutty moans princess,” he then turns you around so your pressed up against the wall, ass arched out to him, and he’s sliding into you immediately as you’re already being fucked relentlessly.

OLDER BF!CHEOL who even helps you study sometimes! oh, you keep getting these questions wrong? well he’ll make sure you won’t anymore! “please, cheollie,” “just move a bit,” you whimper as you sat on his cock. he smiles and only taps on the paper in front of you. your whines won’t work on him when it comes to you studying and it honestly does make you hate him a bit but then yes! you’re getting the questions right! and before you could celebrate, he’s already on it and giving you what you’ve wanted. you’re thrown onto the bed with seungcheol giving you the sweetest smile while aligning himself to your entrance. “my smart pretty girl,” and he starts fucking you hard. taking off all the stress you had from school and him finally being able to go crazy on your body :3 stuffing you full of his cum as a reward.

OLDER BF!CHEOL who thinks you’re the neediest girl alive. he thought you had work today, but instead he was brought with a nice surprise. you came into his work, a short skirt n cute top with a snack in hand, “wanted to hang out with you,” you smile sweetly. he smiles suspiciously until you sit directly on his lap and he feels your wetness start to soak his pants. “mmm, really princess?” “go ahead, use my thigh baby. let me work a bit more,” you nod your head and snuggle your face into his neck. god you’re such a tease to him, his slacks are completely ruined from your slick and the sweet smell of you is entrancing him. his continues his work calmly, not wanting to let your little game win but as soon as you orgasm once on his leg he figures it’s time to ruin you.

OLDER BF!CHEOL who bends you over his desk, making you whine as he teases your sensitive cunt. “couldn’t wait til i got home, little whore,” his hand smacks your ass. it felt so unbelievably good, the pain mixing with the orgasm you just felt. you call out his name only to have his tie shoved into your mouth while he rams into you from the back. your strangled moans making him even more turned on while he pounds into your sensitive pussy :< “no no, you wanted this doll,” “fucking take it,” god you needed to do this more often.