#thank fuck for public bathrooms i love being insane in public bathrooms

[getmeoutofhell]

Mk1 Women NSFW Headcanons part 2

includes: Li Mei, Mileena, Sindel.

part 1

warnings: SMUT! (ofc), pussy eating, degradation, STRAP! usage mentioned, mommy kink and blood kink mentioned, & more i think.

a/n: another WARNING! i added links to dildos to show a better description, just beware. sorry part 2 took fucking forever to do, but i’ve been working on other things. anyways enjoy!

Li Mei:

THIS women treats you so right in bed.

i promise you’ll never feel uncomfortable around her.

she loves feeling your naked body against hers. when you two have sex, it’s very intimate for her, so we wouldn’t want anyone knowing what you guys do when you’re alone if that makes since.

her strap is definitely a blue-ish color (something like this!), and boy does she know how to use it.

some days she’ll fuck you slow, whispering sweet and beautiful words in your ear as she’s inside of you.

“i love you so much, my lovely.” she says to you, as she kisses up your neck.

other days, you’re fucked. literally.

when’s she’s not in the best mood she’ll fuck you like you’re nothing to her, but you have the best orgasms so you don’t mind much.

and also after she fucks you dumb she compliments you. then she eats you out as a reward for being so good. but don’t worry, she reassures you once she’s done to make sure you’re safe.

she eats you out at a slow pace, tasting every inch of what’s hers. sometimes when you’re to needy and want her to go faster, she’ll just slowly lick up your slit over and over again. it drives you fucking insane.

if you guys are out somewhere where people can see you, she’ll check out your surroundings every minute to make sure nobody’s looking at your beautiful body.

if you behave good in public, she’ll give you a reward once you get home. she’ll even maybe let you be in charge. isn’t that great?

just be a good girl for her and you’ll be fine.

she fingers you so good, that you cum so fast every time.

but just imagine her scissoring you and slightly chocking you.

she loves buying you lingerie as a reward also for your good behavior.

she loves morning sex and is the best at it.

if you sit on her lap, you won’t be walking for a few days.

not gonna go into to much detail but you’ll thank me later 😛.

Mileena:

well if we’re talking about mileena after the incident she does a bunch of tongue action.

even when it comes to sex, a bunch of tongue action.

her strap is pink ofc with a spiral texture. (like this!) which has your g-spot touched beautifully.

if she’s pissed off (which happens a lot), you’ll know by how rough she is with you. nothing ever over the top but she’s not gonna be soft.

you’ll also know if she starts getting bossy with you. she might even yell a little bit, but nothing crazy.

you lowkey get pussy drunk with her every time you eat her out. and when she scissors you, you won’t ever get enough of it.

she licks all over your body. like all over. there’s not one spot she hasn’t licked on you. yes, that includes your ass crack, armpits, and feet. she’s a freaky girl.

she loves shoving her long tongue inside of your pussy. the feeling of that makes you lose your mind.

when she does eat you out, it’s very sloppy most of the time. her drool is everywhere. all over her, you, and the bed or whatever surface y’all are on.

she’d be down to try a bunch of kinks with you. you want it done? name it and she’ll do it with you.

she may of may not have a mommy and blood kink. i won’t go into to much detail…unless you want me to. 👀

if she’s horny when y’all are not home, y’all will be fucking anywhere. i’m not kidding. she’s a horny girl who gets horny often.

she’ll pull you into a room or bathroom to have you get her off, you’re fucked either way.

one of her favorite spots to lick you on your body besides your pussy, would definitely be your nipples. she just loves teasing them.

another thing she does in public is when she gets horny, she’ll eye you up and down in a certain way that tells you to come eat her pussy.

whenever y’all make out her tongue always immediately goes down your throat. your pussy loves it very much i tell you.

her fingers are pretty long, so when she fingers you, your legs basically become jelly every time. also, sometimes she makes you look at yourself in the mirror as she fingers you, hopefully you can keep your eyes open!

if you do somehow get to dom her, get prepared for her bickering. she still likes to be in control after all.

Sindel:

well, she does have a mommy kink for starters.

dom. a hard dom at that. she’s always in control of everything, you are her little slut after all ofc!

she wants you to obey her, so if you do that, you’ll be rewarded. she’ll even ride your beautiful face, wouldn’t you like that?

you have the best orgasms with her i swear. she fucks you like a slut.

mommy sindel’s strap looks like (this!), and it has your toes curling every single time. be prepared to get your pussy stretched and fucked nicely.

rough back shots most of the time. if you have hair be prepared.

she loves making you suck her beautiful nipples as she rubs her fingers through your hair (if you have any). god the noises she would make…

she is the queen after all so, if anyone comes near you she doesn’t want…they’re dead. she always immediately assumes the person is only hitting on you for sexual reasons, so she gets jealous.

you want to ride her face? you have to earn it like the slut you are. beg her and maybe she’ll let you. or if you misbehave she’s gonna ride your face and you won’t get any pleasure done to you. so your pussy is just gonna be wet and empty :(

another reward is her eating your pussy. which only happens if you be very good with no mistakes. mommy sindel doesn’t play.

she will sometimes take pictures of her in lingerie or just flat out naked and send them to you as a treat. i hope you enjoy it.

she loves shoving your face in her breast. her pussy gets so wet whenever you do it.

her pussy is perfect. like- actually perfect. and it taste so fucking good. every so often you do something bad on purpose, just so she’ll make you eat her pussy. but she knows when you do.

no one knows about you two. it’s y’all’s little secret, and always will be.

sometimes on missions, she’ll get pretty horny after watching you battle for her. on the way home, she’ll rub her hand on your thigh, letting you know it’s gonna be a wild night.

another thing she does as a punishment, is have you get on your knees infront of her. “who’s your queen?” she’ll ask you. you love it tho.

as long as you behave well and obey her, you’ll be rewarded as a good girl. :)

i hope you sluts enjoyed this. i’ve upgraded with my typing skills as you can see ;)

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[al6nst]

could we get nsfw/kink hcs for jolyne and hermes with a dom!male s/o? please and thank you!!!

RAAAAHHH YEAAAHH!!!! im not that good with this so sorry

get you, jolymes

SMUT UNDER READ MORE MDNI🐺

sketch info : jolymes seperate w male reader, smut hcs obvi, dom male reader, reader gets switchy in hermes' part, nsfw hcs.

JOLYNE KUJO is kinda freaky, shes into whatever you're into unless you arent a fuckin creepo! oral is one of her fav things, esp receiving it. but she does a pretty good job giving it too. shes very vocal during sex too, praise and degradation go both ways, giving and receiving, and shes definitelygoing to let you know what she likes and doesnt like. another one of her kinks is shibari/bondage.. ahah, this almost has nothing to do with stone free. Public sex is a no, semi public is ehh cause i think shes very romantic and loving.

breeding is 100% her favorite thing. After spending so much time with emporio, she changes everything about her, and when shes around babies she just goes nuts. overstimulation is good too, but she doesnt like going too far. somnophilia is great too, especially when shes feeling too tired from playing and working, when you put it in it just drives her mad. she falls asleep so quickly with your soft voice and slow thrusts. and when youre both feeling pent up, makes it even better. she lasts very long and likes it rough, shell make sure its enjoyable for the both of you.

jolynes nipples are extremely sensitive, even more during sex. speaking of nipples, i think she would lactate not alot, but if its a day when shes leaking, shes gonna let you do the job for her. "fuck.. too much.." her moans are so cute too.

hair pulling is a yes, and so is body praise. again, she has a size kink, and her body is pretty small too. her slightly musculare frame makes it much better, if youre a big guy, hell yeah. belly bulge is insane, and she just breaks if you press on it softly. spit in her mouth and pull her hair, she again, is a freak. i think she would like being spanked, personally. but i dont know, knife play might be a better choice for her.

got no more ideas for girlie, sorry!

(H)ERMES COSTELLO is not as freaky as jolyne, but shes still freaky.. fym youll give him your panties? Anyways

ermes' chest is most definitely sensitive, shes got them surgically altered, so be nice! she likes to get pretty risky too, doing it in public settings like the bathroom, by windows and changing stalls are a good way to get steam off. quickies will happen very very often, its not suprising either. i believe she has a very high libido, and its kinda hard for her to control it.

she likes riding you at first, making her seem dominant. but further in your relationship, she likes being more submissive cause its a struggle to be a bad bitch and be dominant at the same time. overstimulation goes hard, both giving and receiving, and shes good at giving head too. its the best, literally. kissing, no pun intended, is also really needed, she likes being taken care of no matter who you are.

Personally, personally me. i think she has like, big mouth space and no gag reflex, so have fun with that.

UGH IM SORRY I DONT WRITE FOR GIRLS IDK HOW

wow this was an emotional rollercoaster i cried twice while writing it cause i didnt like how i wrote for them, sorry rqstr! im not good at writing girls qnd hcs

[hostilemuppet]

I apologize if I sound stupid, but what’s mangoball? I hope I spelt that right

cheater cheater (known as mangoball) is a satirical social media fanfiction by twitter user mangobaii written in 2021 about the internet personas of twitch streamers georgenotfound and dream getting together after georges ex boyfriend sapnap cheated on him with dream. on paper it sounds fucking abysmal especially with what we now know about all three of them (ie. they should be publicly stoned) but its more or less infamous for the surrealist humour and the way it acts as a time capsule for stan culture of late 2021. the characters are:

george. a very very stupid british man who paid to get into college. his boyfriend cheats on him and he takes it really poorly

dream. a very very desperate american man who sucked sapnaps dick in a public bathroom and broke up his relationship. when he thinks things are over between him and george he runs away to disney land to become a goofy mascot, which george finds incredibly attractive

sapnap. a very very unpleasant man to be around. cheated on his boyfriend and when its clear theyre not gonna patch things up he resorts to just hanging around the main group and in general being a dick

now this is where it gets REALLY really good bc its unanimously agreed upon that while the dream team are really entertaining in this they dont hold a candle to the others

quackity. georges roommate. i would say he "favours the tough love approach" but that is putting it soooooo lightly.

kyle. georges other roommate. the designated "straight man" in that he is like a normal fucking person put into this insane world of crazy people. the catalyst for most of the events of the story since he is the one who saw dream suck sapnaps dick, told george about it, and encouraged george to rebound with dream. thank you rival cartoonrival for telling me that i called karl kyle on accident. it really goes to show how much of a normal guy he is

corpse husband (we dont know why he was included either). dreams roommate. hates that cunt and is actively praying on his downfall

wilbur soot. dream and corpse's neighbour. initially introduced as "guy who keeps stealing his stuff (and also knows george from england)" gradually devolves into "batshit insane, genuinely a threat to those around him, involuntarily gets them involved in his crimes for a 'bonding experience'". also he is kind of in love with corpse but that isnt ever expanded upon

tommy innit. a freshman that dream used to tutor for compsci (along with tubbo but hes not as relevant to the story as tommy is. SORRY TUBBO!) but he hated dream so much he started a space about it, which got bigger and bigger until it became a huge podcast (with individual episodes still named using space naming conventions) where he and various guests shit on dream. he doxxes dream. at one point it was sponsored by taco bell.

badboyhalo. mysterious man no one really knows (except i think its briefly implied george dated him at one point) who doesnt go to their college yet keeps interacting with them like they are all best friends. is actually quackitys estranged father he never met

there was also a christmas special where someone snitched on wilbur to the authorities and george got kidnapped and they try to figure out whos responsible while snowed in and unable to visit their families like they wanted

tldr: modern art

[dingochef]

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking, light bondage, blindfolds

Summary: Even though you should be the belle of the Annual Top Gun Navy Ball, you're more of a brat and Jake enjoys every minute of the teasing and the consequences later.

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Chapter 12

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Chapter 13: Belle or Brat?

Your Hallmark movie of a Thanksgiving trip to meet Jake's family ends Saturday at the Austin airport. Tom and Sharon have driven you and Jake to the airport and are giving you hugs and goodbyes on the curb.

Sharon is beaming when she goes to give you a hug,

"It has been so good to get to know you. I couldn't be happier that you and Jake found each other. We'll see you guys sooner than later. Take care, Elsa."

"Sharon, thank you for the wonderful time and being so welcoming. It was honestly one of the best holidays I've had in a long time."

Tom gives you a hug and you overhear Sharon talking to Jake as she hugs him goodbye.

"Love you, Jakey. Hold on to her," Sharon tells Jake.

"Love you too. I will, Mom. Don't worry."

The flight is uneventful and soon the plane is starting the intense descent into San Diego. You grab an Uber and head home, breathing in a sigh of relief as you unlocking your front door and step inside.

"Home sweet home," you say walking in. You look through the mail and think of the upcoming week. Nothing too insane for work and then the Navy Ball for the Top Gun team and a few other departments at North Island this coming Saturday.

When you and Jake had discussed it a few months ago you were unfamiliar with the concept of military ball.

"Have you ever been to one before?" you asked Jake.

"Yes, they're pretty standard throughout the Navy. I've never brought a date though. Seemed like a lot to ask someone I was only casual with. So, I'm excited to have you on my arm with me at this one."

"What am I supposed to wear?"

"Probably a fancy dress, evening gown thingy?"

You laughed,

"Very helpful."

"Cyclone said his wife would be available to take you and Lydia to a dress shop that's pretty good for these types of things."

"That'd be helpful, does Mrs. Cyclone have a name?"

Jake laughed and flipped through his phone,

"Maddie Simpson, I sent you her contact info."

–

The week before the ball flows along as expected, work is busy but not too much. The schematics for Darkstar 2.0 are getting finalized. Lydia and you meet Friday after work for pedicures and manicures to get all dolled up for the ball tomorrow. You select a light pink for your toes and a golden beige for your nails, keeping it subtle. You and Lydia chat and exchange info on what to expect tomorrow.

"Rooster said to be prepared for a whole bunch of speeches, so his advice was to hold off your bathroom break till the middle of those," Lydia reports.

"Jake mentioned there's a receiving line where we get to meet all the big wigs," you offer up your bit of intel.

"It sounds like a prom mashed with a wedding."

"Well, it sounds like this won't be the only one we attend."

She gets a dreamy look on her face, "Yeah, I think these guys are sticking around. Who'd of thought, me going after some random guy I thought was hot at the bar for a quick fuck would have ended us up here?"

"I'll salute your sluttiness, it paid off this time, you laugh and stick your tongue out at Lydia letting her know you're joking. You continue,

"You realize we're going to have to come up with some fake story to tell our kids of how we met their dads till they're old enough. Something about your Aunt Lydia thought your Uncle was hot and was curious of how big his cock was and then your mom completely humiliated your dad in front of his friends. Then they went to a baseball game and fell in love. I don't think that's going to be kid appropriate for a looong time."

Lydia is cracking up.

"How about we say we all met at a church picnic?!"

"Let's go with that."

"So you thinking the whole deal with Hangman? Marriage and kids?"

"I know we're on the marriage train, I asked him when we made all this official if that's where we were headed. Kids are more of a question mark. The way he was with his nieces in Texas was so freaking adorable. It was easy to imagine him as a dad and for like the first time ever I felt my biological clock. Like I felt I needed to give him babies."

Lydia is half laughing and half in shock.

"You are in deep, you'd be good parents."

"You and Rooster?"

She pauses,

"I think he's going to propose. Rooster's been a little weird lately. I keep walking in on him writing something and muttering something like 'That's not it'. And he's been a little cagey like he's planning something."

"Is it a problem if he proposes?"

"I don't think so. It does feel a little soon."

"Would you say yes?"

"Yes, of course I would."

"Then don't worry about it."

"You're right."

At that moment your nail technicians let you know you're done. You walk out doing your best to keep your nails smudge free. Waving your goodbyes to Lydia you promise to see her tomorrow at the ball.

Jake and you have a quiet evening in and an easy Saturday morning, not doing too much knowing you have a big event tonight.

The cocktail hour starts at 5 pm so you're ready by 4:30 and walk out to meet Jake in the living room. He is sitting on the couch fiddling with his phone and he stands up when he hears you on the wood floor. You are treated to a look of surprise and utter adoration from Jake.

"Oh El, you look gorgeous," he declares and

You do a little twirl around showing him the full look.

Your dress is a dark navy one shoulder style mermaid style dress with a plunging back and strap across the back to hold it together. There is a slit down the side to help with movement. When you were picking out dresses with Lydia and Maddie Simpson this one stood out to you for the bare back. It was easy to imagine the feel of Jake's hand on your back.

He walks around the couch, eyeing you from head to toe.

"God, I'm not sure we're gonna make it there, you look so good."

He also looks extremely good in his dress uniform. It's his most formal one with a dinner jacket with tails, bowtie, and cumberbund. You hold back the girlish sigh on your lips on how unbelievably handsome he is.

"You keep your hands to yourself mister, this took a lot of work."

"Fine, fine, I'll take you out and show you off," he stands behind you and leans in as he brushes his hand up your back,

"I'll just have to wait to have my way with you, I can tell the way you're eyeing me you've got ideas too."

You let out a traitorous sigh,

"Maybe, but we should get going." Jake just chuckles and kisses your temple.

When you arrive you pick up a name tag at a table near the entrance that says, "Dr. Elsa Matthews, PhD, PE, Guest of Lieutenant Jake Seresin."

"Jake, you didn't have to put titles on my name tag," you chide him. He laughs,

"It's not to boost your ego, it's a tactical move to annoy one of my coworkers, Jenkins. He's convinced that there isn't a woman smart enough to have a PhD in aerospace engineering so I thought I'd pump up your credentials to mess with him."

"How mature," you respond. You make your way to the bar, get a drink, and prepare to mingle.

Jake sees Rooster and Lydia first, "Look there's Rooster and Lydia. Let's grab a table with them while we can."

You make your way over to Rooster and Lydia and greet them on the side of the giant room.

"Lydia, Rooster, you guys look great," you say giving them each a hug. Rooster gives the compliment back, at least to you,

"Elsa, you look stunning. Hangman, you look adequate."

Jake just laughs,

"I'm wearing the same thing you are, but I make this look good. I'd give you a solid C+."

Rooster opens his mouth to send another volley, but Lydia stops him,

"Let's grab a table so we can make sure we all sit together. I need Elsa as my emotional support animal to get through this."

You snag a table near the back and on the edge.

"Strategic," you say, "Makes bathroom breaks more subtle."

Jake leans in so only you can hear, "Or sneaking off to do other things." He winks as he leans out to join the conversation.

Rooster looks over your head and groans a little,

"Here comes Jenkins."

"The one who doesn't think women can be engineers?" you ask Jake.

"Yup."

A guy with black hair in a buzz cut and a pudgy face with a scraggly mustache appears with his date, a petite blond that looks like she could get blown away in a stiff wind.

"Hangman, so this is the infamous girlfriend, Elsa. I'm Paul" he says, grabbing your hand and kissing it in greeting,

"Enchanté."

You're shocked he would do that in front of his date/ girlfriend. Jake is rolling his eyes at the over the top gesture.

"Nice to meet you, Paul," you turn to his date, "and you too."

She responds,

"Sarah, his sister."

You feel slightly better that he's not a total sleazeball.

"Sarah, these are my coworkers, Hangman and Rooster. This is supposedly Hangman's smarty pants girlfriend," he leans uncomfortably close to your chest to read your name tag out loud verbatim,

"Dr. Elsa Matthews, PhD, PE."

Sarah and you nod at each other.

"What's the PE for?" Jenkins asks.

"Licensed Professional Engineer."

"So basically a nerd license?"

Jenkins laughs jarringly like a hyena looking around the group to see if anybody else is laughing. No one is.

"Yeah, something like that. So, Sarah, do you live in the area or are you visiting?" you ask, trying to divert the conversation to something more interesting. Jenkins isn't having it,

"Alright, if you're actually a doctor in aerospace engineering, tell me something smart."

"I didn't think this was going to turn into a job interview. You could just look at my LinkedIn page if you want to know all my professional accomplishments."

Jake smirks as he watches. Jenkins doesn't give up,

"Naw naw, Doc. Say something smart."

"Will telling you I have three parents for hypersonic aviation modular life support systems, out of a total of 22 patents, shut you up?"

Jake and Rooster are smiling into their drinks watching the conversation. You can tell they aren't particularly fond of Jenkins.

"Okay, okay, I get it. You don't have to be a show off. If you're so smart then why are you with Hangman? I'm on the market, baby."

Jake has snorted his beer through his nose and is coughing, Rooster pats him on the back. Rooster and Lydia are waiting for your next verbal volley like they're watching a tennis match.

"It's because he has a giant cock. Do I need to describe that in great detail so you understand, too?"

You respond with an accompanying hand gesture, slowly, like you're talking to a child, a particularly slow child with a bad mustache. Sarah hides a smile at her idiot brother. Rooster coughs into drink.

Jenkins barks out his hyena laugh,

"I like this one, Seresin!"

Sarah grabs her brother's shoulder and urges him to walk away. He looks over his shoulder as he turns,

"Hey baby, if you find you get bored with the Hangman and want to hang out with a hung man," he gestures obscenely to his crotch, making you gag a little,

"Give me a call, sweet cheeks."

Rooster calls out to Sarah,

"I'd keep him away from the bar for the rest of the night, just a word of advice."

You look at Jake,

"What the hell is wrong with him? And please tell me he doesn't fly a plane."

"Multiple things, probably dropped on his head as a child, many, many times," Jake responds,

"And no, thank God, he is not a pilot. He's in charge of aircraft parts, so a glorified inventory clerk."

"Please tell me that's your weirdest coworker," you plead with Jake and Rooster.

"Yes, everybody else is pretty normal." Jake answers.

You lean over to Jake,

"I'm not going to get you in trouble for that big cock comment, am I?"

Jake looks at you,

"Don't worry about it, the higher ups don't believe anything he says. I would probably recommend not saying that to Cyclone, it might be a bit of a weird conversation starter."

You laugh, the tension easing.

You and Jake circulate around and meet more of Jake's coworkers and the rest are pleasant and not obnoxious jackasses.

Soon dinner is served and the speeches start up. They feel a lot like corporate speeches but with more patriotism sprinkled in. You are definitely bored by the end of the first one. Maybe it is the champagne on an empty stomach, but you decide to mess with Jake a little bit. You slip your heel off and nudge Jake's pant leg with your foot making contact with the skin under the fabric. Jake's eyebrow raises and he gives you a slight smile as he realizes what you are doing. After a few minutes you put it back in your shoe.

At the next applause break, you pretend to fiddle with your earring and pop it off into your hand.

"Oh no, I think I just lost my earring," you say loud enough to catch Jake's attention,

"I think it fell off that way."

You point towards Jake's feet. You lean over to peek under the tablecloth and as you do you cup Jake's crotch. You know the view of your actions is obscured by the tablecloth and your body. You're rewarded with a quick breath in from Jake.

You emerge from the tablecloth holding your earring, stating,

"Found it," as you put it back on. Jake is staring at you more pointedly now, eyebrow raised in question.

You lean to whisper so only he can hear,

"I'll stop if you say stop. I won't do anything that would embarrass you, just want to rile you up for later."

You pull back to see his response and he leans back in to whisper into your ear.

"Just know you'll face the consequences later," he smirks.

It's your turn to get a little flush and give him a knowing smile. Another speech starts and you keep your hands to yourself for the entirety of the speech. At the end, you use the moment to excuse yourself to the bathroom. When you're in the stall you slide off the lacy thong you chose for tonight and ball it up in your hand. As you sit back down you sneak the underwear in Jake's pants pocket. His hand goes to investigate and the moment he recognizes that it is lacy fabric and his jaw clenches ever so slightly. He looks at you eyebrows raised and the corner of his mouth quirked up in amusement.

The room darkens for a video on a screen up front. You use the opportunity to slide Jake's hand to the slit on your dress, that is conveniently on the side nearest him. You place your napkin over his hand to obscure the scene. His hand is on your skin and ever so slowly creeping around to your inner thigh, trying to flex his fingers up towards your pussy. The video ends and he discreetly pulls his hand back to clap, making eye contact with you the whole time.

The speeches are over and they announce that the dance floor is open. Jake stands up and extends his hand, "May I have this dance, El?"

The music is classical and you recognize it as a waltz. You're surprised when we get to the dance floor and Jake leads you in a perfect waltz.

"Should I add ballroom dancing to your list of many hidden talents?" you ask Jake as he gives you a twirl.

"Yes, among others. My mom insisted we learn to dance the classics. And how are you so well informed on ballroom dance techniques?"

"My mom made me go to cotillion. I remember all the dances and how to set a 36 inch place setting."

"What a useful skill in this day and age," he laughs.

After a few more classical dances, the music has changed to more contemporary pop and rock and roll making the dancing more informal. Lydia and Rooster make their way to you on the dance floor. The lighting has changed and the room is darker and by the DJ stand there are colored lights that change with the beat of the music. It feels like a high school prom with some of the music choices, and you have fun trying out cheesy moves mostly to make everyone else laugh.

The song switches to a song you recognize, Eric Clapton's Wonderful Tonight. Jake places one hand on your back on the bare skin and takes your hand in the other. You place your free hand on his shoulder and start to sway in time with the music. Jake is singing along just loud enough for you to hear and his deep voice reverberates through his chest against yours. You wonder if you can fall even more in love with him the way he's looking at you when the song ends.

Borrowing a lyric from the song, you say,

"It's time to go home now."

He laughs at your choice of words and lowers his head to tell you,

"Someone also needs to face the consequences of her actions, like putting her panties in my pocket so I know you're bare and there'd be nothing in my way."

You swallow hard and just dumbly nod, no coherent thoughts forming, Jake sees the look on your face and just smirks. You make our goodbyes to Lydia and Rooster and head out to the car.

You are barely buckled in when Jake's hand finds the slit in your dress. Pushing his hand up toward your pussy, he extends his fingers and just gently parts the folds around your clit, and then suddenly retreats his hand. You whine at the loss of contact.

"Does someone not like getting teased?" he laughs.

He leans over the console and puts a hand behind your head to catch your lips and mouth in a deep kiss that you feel all the way to your toes. He pulls back and starts the car, leaving you breathless and needy.

"El, you're lucky this is a stick or you'd be getting a lot more teasing on the drive home."

You are never happier that you live only 10 minutes from the base. Jake drives you home in what feels like a deliberately slower manner. You finally break,

"Jake, I need you inside me as soon as possible."

"Ooh, you are hot and ready to go. This'll make what I have planned for you even better."

"What do you have planned, besides fucking me the instant we get inside the door?"

"Oh, so much more, sweetheart. Just you wait."

Mercifully, you arrive home. You feel like you are sprinting to get the door unlocked and Jake is taking his sweet time getting to the porch. You step inside and Jake follows. He pulls you back to his chest and starts to kiss a line down your neck. Jake guides you to the bedroom and unzips your dress leaving you completely naked. He pushes you onto the bed so you are sitting on the edge.

"You were a wretched little tease tonight," he grabs your chin and tilts it up to look at him, "I've been thinking of all the ways I could have you when we got back here."

His thumb rubs across your lower lip and you take it into your mouth and suck on it earning a low groan from him.

"Teases need to learn some lessons in patience," he purrs as his hand slides down to cup your breasts and pinch your nipple, ripping a ragged moan from you.

"Lay down and wait, I'll be right back," he looks at you and says with deadly seriousness, "Do not touch yourself. understand me?"

You nod in agreement. He leaves the room and you slip off your heels and lay down on the top of your bed.

He returns holding a small bowl and the belt from your silk robe. He puts the small bowl on the dresser and kneels next to the bed.

"El, I'm going to tie you to the bed and blindfold you. Are you okay with that?" He is searching your eyes for any hesitancy.

"I'm very okay with that," you practically purr.

He breaks into the panty dropper smile and says,

"Good, we can stop this at any time, just say red light."

He is referencing the system you agreed upon for communicating in bed.

"Sounds good, green light."

He lifts your hands up above your head and the cool softness of the silk robe belt encircling your wrists and the fabric tightens as he ties it to the headboard. You flex your arms and find that you can't move them far. Jake is now standing next to the bed staring at you. He has pulled his dinner jacket off and thrown it over the back of the armchair in the corner, the medals clinking as it lands. Next he pulls off the cumberbund and sends it over to join the jacket. He unties his bow tie, throwing it down to the bed next to you and unbuttons the top few buttons of his shirt. His next move is classically sexy and makes you press your thighs together to get some kind of friction. He pulls his cufflinks out and puts them on top of the dresser next to him and then he methodically rolls his sleeves up revealing his tanned and muscular forearms.

"Enjoying the show, El?" he laughs.

"Very much," you breathe more than speak.

"Good," he says as he sits down on the bed taking the bow tie in his hand and he ties it gently around your head pulling the fabric to cover your eyes.

You take a deep breath and relax into the bed.

"Good, El?"

"Very good, Jake."

The first thing you feel is Jake's hands sweeping up your legs and just skimming the inside of your thighs short circuiting your brain. You try to thrust your pelvis towards his hands and he evades your motions and continues up your body. You whine out a little pout. Jake just laughs. His hands move along to cup your breasts, just pinching at the nipple to a firm point before he leans down to kiss them. He pulls back and you are lost without any contact from him.

The bed dips around your waist and the crisp fabric of his dress pants stretches across your thighs as he straddles you. You are unsure what his next move will be until the cool metal of his dog tags fall on your chest, eliciting a squeak from you. He huffs out a little laugh.

Jake leans down and holds his lips just above yours, the heat from his mouth apparent on your lips as he talks,

"Sweet, sweet, El. Who knew you were such cock tease and so naughty."

He traces a finger down your cheek and across your lips as he talks. You try to lift your head to kiss his lips and he pulls away before you make contact. Your head falls to the bed in defeat and then Jake is kissing you hard, tongue invading your mouth. He pulls away and you lift your head to chase his lips for more, earning another soft and teasing laugh from him.

Jaken kisses a line down your jaw and neck, continuing his path down your chest and finally settling his lips just under your left breast. The feeling from his lips intensifies and he sucks a bruise there, the slight pain from the blood vessels breaking blissfully radiating out. You're so tightly wound that anything, any feeling, pain or pleasure, soothes you. You moan loudly at that thought. He pulls off and gently kisses the sensitive area.

Ghosting his lips down your stomach he swerves at the last second avoiding your very wet and very needy pussy. You whine out in frustration, and plead to him,

"That's where I need it, please, Jake."

"Are we frustrated, El?"

"Yes, please, please touch me. Anything." you plead, sounding a bit desperate.

"It's okay, El. I'll take care of you," Jake coos reassuringly. The bed springs up and the weight of Jake is gone leaving you a little unmoored. Sounds you can't identify filter over from the far side of the room and suddenly you are overwhelmed by a cold burst of wetness on your nipples, they pebble and firm up instantly. An undignified yelp escapes your mouth with a

"What was that?"

"Ice," Jake laughs as he settles in the bed, and you can practically hear his smirk. He resumes his position over you and his cold lips trail down your torso and engulf your clit with no warning. You respond by squealing a mix of pleasure and pain and lifting your hips as far off the bed as possible, unsure if you want to retreat or want more.

"You are so much fun to tease. So responsive and sensitive," Jake says as he pulls back.

"Not fair, I need you, Jake," you respond, emphasizing the word need. He returns his cold mouth to your clit and begins to lick it fast and hard. Two fingers into you without any resistance and join his tongue in his fast rhythm. It doesn't take long for his mouth to warm up and push you to the edge of climax.

You are a moaning mess, and all you can sob out is,

"So close, so close, don't stop."

He pulls his face back and keeps his fingers in you at the same intense pace.

"You don't get to come till I let you, El."

If it was possible that statement would have made you even wetter. It's not helping how turned on you are. He plants his mouth hard on your clit and keeps licking.

"Please, can I come?"

Your begging question fills the air. "Please?" You ask again. You are so close that you know Jake can feel your walls fluttering around his fingers. Every second you're kept waiting is an exquisite mix of overwhelming bliss and the pain of almost coming.

Abruptly Jake pulls back everything. His mouth and hands are gone and your hips lift to chase him.

"What the fuck, Jake?"

You try to sound more indignant than needy. He just laughs as an answer. The bed shifts as Jake stands up. The sound of his clothes hitting the floor is followed by the ties at your wrists being undone.

The bed dips and Jake flips you over with the ease that only he can achieve. You are still blindfolded and unsure of his next move. He grips your hips and pulls your ass up as he gently pushes your head down to the bed. Your knees are being pushed apart with his knee and his hard cock brushes against your thighs enticingly. He is so achingly close to tight where you need him.

Finally, he takes pity on you and runs the head of his cock through your glistening folds.

"You ready, El?" he asks, still teasing your slit.

You practically shout,

"Yes, please fuck me, please."

"So needy, the tease doesn't like to be teased?"

He is laughing as he kisses down your spine.

You reach a hand back to try and touch yourself for some relief and you are treated to a stinging slap on your ass. You bite your lip to keep the moan it pulls out of you in, not wanting to give Jake the satisfaction right now, not when he's teasing you so mercilessly.

"Do I have to tie you up again? You'll come when I tell you, El."

Your whine in response is pure lust and absolute need,

"No, sir. Please fuck me, I need you."

He obliges and plunges in without any more warning or teasing. You almost come before he has bottomed out. With how hard you're gripping the comforter in your hands holding 9ff your orgasm, you're slightly afraid you're going to rip holes in the fabric, not that any part of your brain can be bothered to care. Each of Jake's thrusts pulls out a moan that sounds more like of a sob of relief than of pleasure. Jake pulls all the way back out and for a second you are lost. He pushes back in and starts to fuck you slowly. You try to speed up his thrusts by pushing back your body.

He laughs and grips your hips hard to still you, the thought that he might leave bruises makes you clench around him,

"Remember, who's in charge here?"

You don't respond and feel another harsh slap on the other cheek of your ass. This time you can't help the moan and accompanying clench of your pussy on his cock.

"Answer me, El."

"You are, Lieutenant," is all you can choke out, your need to come overwhelming you. The word triggers something in Jake and he is now fucking you at a relentless pace. His body is starting to tense, a sign he is getting close to the edge; he mercifully slips his hand down to touch your clit. You are right back at that edge of ecstasy within seconds and you hear yourself begging again,

"Please, can I come? Lieutenant? Please?"

His body stutters and you know he is close. Through gritted teeth, he says,

"Come around my cock baby, I want to feel how much you need it."

That is all the encouragement you need. You shatter around him clenching hard. The orgasm is so overwhelming that if you hadn't had the blindfold on still the room would have grayed out.

Your head thunks down to the soft mattress as the pleasure rolls over you, Jake thrusts a few more times to chase his release, his hands gripping at your hips hard to keep you from moving up the bed.

"Fuck, El, gonna come, gonna fill you up," he grits out. You are still in the throes of your climax that you are almost too out of it to say anything.

"Please, Jake, give it to me. I've been good, please," you rasp. He comes with a mighty roar and bends down, his chest against your back as he catches his breath, one hand planted on the bed to support his weight, the other rubbing soothing circles on your side.

He reaches down to your shoulder and pulls you up to his chest tilting your head to kiss you sweetly, a contrast to the intensity of a few minutes ago. Jake pulls the blindfold off and slowly pulls out of you. He gently lowers you to the bed and lays down next to you pulling you into his arms. Your head settles on his chest as you both come down from your mutual high. After a few minutes Jake kisses your forehead tenderly.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yes, way better than okay, in fact great," you respond. He laughs at your effusive gushing and his lips are on your forehead again. You roll over to your stomach so you can see his face.

"That's definitely been a fantasy of mine, never really trusted anyone enough to let go of that control," you tell him as you trace idle circles on his chest with your index finger.

"I remembered from one of your trips to Bakersfield. Did it live up to your expectations?" he asks.

"Not that this is a Yelp review or anything, but 5/5 greatly exceeded my expectations. Would have sex like this again."

You're rewarded with one of Jake's deep laughs,

"How am I supposed to keep my ego in check if you're telling me that kind of stuff?"

"You earned it, stud." you yawn, aware of how late it is.

"Is Cinderella out past midnight?" Jake teases.

"Yes, and she is quickly turning into a pumpkin. I'm going to wash all this makeup off and then I'm going to cuddle up to my handsome stud of a boyfriend and fall asleep."

"Sounds excellent," Jake yawns back in agreement. You head to the bathroom and when you return Jake is already asleep. You turn off the lights and slide into bed and lay your head on his chest before sleep overtakes you.

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Up next: Elsa's family comes to town for Christmas and it's not all hot chocolate and hugs...*foreshadowing*.

Chapter 14

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8 December 2024

Today has been alright. I haven't been out of the house all day but I'm hoping to convince my sister to go for a drive later if I'm lucky. I've mostly just been writing and talking to one of my friends all morning, which has been fun.

Unfortunately though, the intrusive thoughts are getting worse. The thing that scares me now is how easily I gave in to them on the 4th. Like I just... did it. At no point did I stop and turn back and walk home, or get off that train, or put away my blades. I just continued until I collapsed in a heap on the floor of a public bathroom, which is gross, but more importantly concerning. The lack of control I have over myself is terrifying. I'm genuinely afraid of how I might hurt myself in the future. I feel like I can't stop myself. It's like an addiction, a cycle I can't break out of. The easiest way to explain it is not in my words but the words of Chester Bennington; "Between my ears is a bad neighbourhood, I should not be in there alone. There's another Chester in there that wants to take me down." I know my problems are nothing compared to what he went through, but I think everyone can connect with the things he said and sung.

I watched "Get Out" for the first time last night, the Jordan Peele movie. It was fucking phenomenal. I saw "Nope" ages ago and loved it and finally decided to watch his first feature and it was amazing. On the edge of my seat the whole time, couldn't look away. Stellar. Daniel Kaluuya continues to be insanely talented as an actor.

Today I'm happy that I got to eat some ice cream that I like and I got some writing done, and I'm thankful for my new friend being so easy to talk to and supportive (and hilarious).

Song of the Day: Hemorrhage (In My Hands) - Fuel

Clean since 4 December 2024

[theworldsafuckingslaughterhouse]

Here is a rant I wrote

The other day I found this angry rant on my laptop I must have written a few years ago, so here it is. (*It's written as though it was being said on stage in much the way a standup comedian might perform it)

Hello yes hi how are we all?

You’re out! In the real world. Experiencing a real thing. Not watching the coloured box of death. The little metal shouty thing that’s invaded all our lives!

I can’t even watch Television anymore, it’s become too out of touch. It’s insane the things they think we should be watching. You see it with marketing you know, these adverts. Once upon a time, advertisements made sense. They were straight forward, using logical people to sell you useful things. You’d be sitting there covered in fresh blood and a woman with big hair would say, “Get the stains out in 2 hours with minimal scrubbing! Ajax” or whatever. So you’d buy the thing. Because it made sense and you needed it anyway and you didn’t feel tricked.

Now they approach it in a different way. It’s much more aggressive and manipulative. You have a woman doing the dishes and then the husband comes home from work or school or wherever they go and he says, “Beverly I don’t love you anymore.” And she turns, this image of Mary Berry in a polka dot dress and says, “I’m sleeping with your father. Hahahaha.” And shoots him in the head. And then it goes, “Ajax, because you deserve better” or something like that and it feels a little… detached from reality. They stopped selling us products and started selling us these dreams of what they think we want. I remember when cooking shows made sense. A woman would come out and show you how to set the timer on your microwave so the chicken didn’t dry out too much or come alive or something. Now they’ve fetishized the baked beans to such an extent that kids turn to their parents at dinner time and say, “Is it fried in truffle oil? No? Then I’m not having it. Would you at least making a fucking effort Mother.”

And all this fetishized nonsense has pushed the price up. I remember when you didn’t need a second mortgage just to afford a bag of onions. I remember when I could by onions and tomatoes in the same month. And they didn’t have to be organic! You used to be able to choose. You could choose between buying organic or not starving, and it was a decision we all got to make each week.

Then there’s these home living shows, do you ever try to watch these? The young couple who had a significant family member die, inherited a few million and decided to convert an abandoned petrol station into a 2 bedroom bungalow with a chocolate swimming pool and walk in freezer. Again, we fetishized houses so the market went crazy and now you have to be a lawyer-prostitute to afford one.

So what do they do to help us deal with the disappointment? Drugs! “Do you ever get thirsty?” a man in a white coat who looks vaguely like the eldest child from Home Improvement asks. Looking up from your jug of rum you say, “Yes! Yes I do.”

Well you might have OLDD or Oral Liquid Digesting Dysfunction.

Shit, you think, what can I do about it?

Next comes a lovely image of a man taking his shoes off at the beach and the voice over goes, “For just the price of a small corvette each year, we can help you feel like this guy with sand between his toes.” And your drunken self struggles with this notion. But meanwhile you’re already signing up to a 12 year subscription and purchasing the loose-your-pills insurance plan at the same time.

So this idea of tv aspirations just isn’t sustainable. You can’t be gods like the presenters you watch. You can never purchase enough shit to be king. And if you try and set your aspirations where they want you to, you’ll end up a withered corpse gripping a box of golden cornflakes in a public bathroom being eaten alive by wolves.

Thank you very much.

[sebsxphia]

STILL HERE AND THRIVING AFTER YOUR LAST RB GOOD GOD -

Got some more Thots for you 😏

- the first time TDB!Bob eats you out with his tongue piercing, after he's in the clear in terms of healing to go ahead, and he swaps it briefly for one of those little vibrating tongue bars 🤤🤤

- sub tdb!Bob only comes out on the rarest of occasions and the more you recognise his tells that he's in that headspace, the easier it is to figure out what he wants (tugging his hair unprovoked will normally set the ball rolling imo) but being able to use what he's taught you and what you already know from your time together to give him a night to remember

- circling back to teaching you how to pleasure yourself, once you figure out more of what works for you, you definitely take advantage of the fact and he has more than a few close calls when he's on campus or on his way back from classes that he's opened a message from you only to see you going to town on yourself, whimpering and moaning his name

- I'm not totally sure on this one but I feel like you guys have also definitely fucked in places you shouldn't have, but you don't make a regular occurrence of it, wanting to keep most of it confined to behind closed doors, but when needs must 🤷🏼‍♀️😉

ohhh oh oh!!!!!!!! fuck yeah to all of these thots!!!!!!

i’m so onboard with the little vibrating tongue bar 🤤 i mean already, the piercing feels insane on your clit, but when it vibrates, you think you see god with the pleasure he’s providing you. eating you out and a little toy? stoppppppp

sub teenage dirt bag bob though! it’s just another thing he’s there to teach you about, but you have so much fun turning the tables and seeing what pretty noises you can draw out of him with everything he’s taught you!

oh you also take full advantage of the use of technology! bob can’t help but feel insanely proud at the videos you send him, whilst also supporting a semi and having to dash to the bathroom.

and this last one! hard, hard agree! most of your lessons and or “teachings” have been behind closed doors where you can both indulge and feel vulnerable with each other, but perhaps on one night out at a bar and having some drinks, you can’t hold it for any longer. that’s another thing to tick off, fucking in public!

thank you so much for all of these incredible thots and ideas my love! 💌

[novemberdevils]

I FUCKING FORGOT TO SEND THIS 😭😭😭 at my job rn and saw the notification fron your account and realised that I forgot to send this oops; sending this from the bathroom sorry about this, A bit sad about the end of the end of the 24 season for obvious reasons but my god that drive from charles?? From p19 to p8 in one lap that’s my goat and you must somehow make this happen in the fic but in a better ending where McLaren doesn’t win, this would be as usual a mixture of puck drop and intermission thoughts; actually no intermission thoughts I as usual fell asleep-a surprise to no one-.

ONTO ROUND SEVEN WE GO!!! And it’s all imola my favourite race having a chapter on its own I thank you for that, jack needs to go home and be cuddled to death and if nico is not going to do it I volunteer, one thing I loathe about my job is having meetings but I can’t imagine what meetings in Ferrari be like, jack falling asleep in nico’s room and then getting out of it like some kind of walk of shame is hilarious to me, ok atp jack needs to put that damned drug store concealer in his travel bag because he will use it more than he will use his shampoo, JACK TAKING A FUCKING PICTURE??? Sure his face is cropped but are they actually still talking on instagram? The poor interns who update on their accounts get treated to their insanity, and nico sending a picture back my god those two their conversations are going to get leaked and no one will know how to deal with the mess, sainz is going to catch their asses simply because jack never uses that concealer omg, oh fred hii!! My bald small terror frenchman, at least jack and carlos are on the same page with the incident because I can never imagine myself apologising like a misbehaved child but them being on the same page actually makes it better because thw team can’t do anything to stop them except for maybe dropping them and they will not do that so they are forced to act like it’s ok, I love the little details of who and when jack calls someone by their names or nicknames vs last name; it’s the ultimate guide on who he sees as a “friend” on the grid, Nico would be proud of him. YES HE WOULD BABY, jack and carlos agreeing WE CHEER, jack using nico as an example when he was so mad at him last time when he said the exact same thing we love a character development arc.

Quinn there is a way to win at meetings which is ending it without committing any crimes because of the amount of stupidity that you hear, Might be the NASCAR in me but I never liked how media-perfect they have you guys over thereme too quinn I want the fist fights the petty fights the contract drama the everything messy, omg nico is there a space on jack’s body that you didn’t mark??, no because I love overanalysing the different mindsets in the tifosi there are people who bleed red and there are people who support the drivers not the team; I wonder how does jack feels like does he feel the majority love him because he wears red but despises him because he is an American that was promised to bring them glory? Or does he feel welcomed when he is there?, ok this also making my logan soft spot become rather obvious but you never see the other drivers nationalities being thrown at their faces every single time they are in public; a person can only handle so much before breaking down but to have his own fans throw that they wouldn’t support him because it’s insulting to have an American driver must hurt more than having a random interviewer doing it, second in the championship ouch you could hear my heart breaking a bit from reading this, A TREVOR PODIUM!! He deserves it because he is the only one in my nice list about jack everyone else is in my bad list, may and indy are soulmates written in the stars they are perfect for each other, and we are back to my beloved couch I already miss her and want her back, oh jack I love you but you will 100% not survive an indy grid those guys are insane on a whole different level that you, are those two flirting over indy500 and being eaten alive…?, omg jack delete the whole conversation before you traumatise some poor intern, they are kicking each other’s legs oh my god when I tell you I put my phone down and hold my head in disbelief, jack remembering what nico said in fucking Shanghai which was -checks notes- round TWO; your obsession is becoming clear mister hughes get it under control, oh god the fact the first time seeing each other after fucking is in a media setting is so on brand, not because they know Jack was letting his title rival dick him down raw in Miami, I spat my tea omg jack please don’t think it you will end up saying it 😭, “Hischier, how does it feel to be leading the championship for the first time in your career?” Horrible next question, FUCKING WHISPERING????? NICO WHAT THE ACTION FICK HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?? Also you should be glad that you will not receive a community service for saying pussy, jack using nico again as an example I love character development.

they’ll film the most awkward media challenge you’ve ever seen then roll up to the interviews like “yeah he’s right idc if he crashed into my whole entire car” i’m dead queen lex with her usual quote of the chapter, jack having the notification visible on his phone lock screen where everyone could see it; how are those still haven’t been found by other people it’s not like they are trying to hide, those two give me the biggest headache I hate them, “You’re the one who sent me your room number.” Yeah to have sex with you later not now, oh god they have a usual that they can say this is not usual for you, jack please don’t get ideas about pushing nicotine in front of everyone, them and hotel rooms entrance are a match made in heaven, ok nico please jack is already as unreliable as they come don’t make him question everything again because that will cause ME a headache, Then why? Jack wants to ask. What do you gain from it otherwise? This is a crazy thought jack but bear with me you could I don’t know ASK him???. 

Ferrari sending jack and carlos on different times during fp is funny because come in they ARE insane but will not crash onto each other during practice, I just realised that I probably don’t want them to be level on points heading to Abu Dhabi because my anxiety would NOT handle it; almost had a panic attack during the wcc when it was almost impossible to win it I don’t need to stress over a fic too, jack being mad with the team I like it and watch nico tattooing this moment because of how proud that jack is being cunty with someone other than him.

We arrived to the jack and luke conversation which is probably top two scenes in this chapter it was SO GOOD, there is always the unsettling feeling when you spend too much time travelling because you will stay in a hotel room; and I feel like that feeling is multiplied by a hundred for jack because of his whole not feeling he belongs anywhere and he misses Monaco simply because it’s HIS apartment maybe he doesn’t spend enough time for it to be considered a “home” but it still somewhere he feels at home, and him being with luke but still have a sense of longing to a home hurts because of the fight, like it’s his brother the closest to a childhood home he will get in a foreign country but because he feels like luke is expecting what the media wants from him so that belonging is taken from him, driving one-handed hottest thing a person could do, luke perhaps judging jack when he was the one who told him that the f2 guys were talking about him is a bit of a hypocrite move from him it looks like he was expecting a reaction and he didn’t get it so now he is judging him for it, luke giving jack weird looks because he mentions nico is funny but a bit annoying as jack would be overthinking about what he says so he doesn’t get judged; like what if he DOES watch his interviews it wouldn’t be the end of the world, “Maybe they’ll fire Checo,” perez taking the seat from a much deserved driver even in this fic I love the consistency, toro rosso my beloved name look what they have done to you im sorry, also I always had a difficult relationship with sister teams because it sometimes feels disadvantage especially when it used blantley-rb im specifically looking at you- but I do like them when they don’t throw a rookie in the main team and then drop them if they don’t preform; look as long as MY driver is the one who receives the advantages idc. 

ok I will say that them attacking jack when he says that they don’t understand what he is going through because it IS the truth neither of them have ever been leading an formula ONE championship like sure they understand the racing part of it because both have experience in that but what they are doing to jack every time he says they don’t understand what he is feeling at the moment it diminishes his feelings in a way; and look im probably overthinking it and they don’t mean it that way but kack has said multiple times that they don’t understand so them ignoring that and still pressing and pressuring hurts a bit for him and that must be why he even goes to nico in the first place because nico has no expectations about how he should act if he should mince his words if he should be this way or that way, “What, so I’m not allowed to call you out on anything?” There is a difference between calling someone out and telling them in an actually polite manner that this isn’t what you should be doing and if they continue to do it leave it you have done your part, “It’s for your own good, Jack,” oh my god the words I HATE the most I get to decide what id good for ME not you the most you can do is give me advice and then shut up; like genuinely nothing pisses me off more than being oh im diminishing you and pretending I didn’t hear you telling me to stop because I know what is best for you, luke throwing the words jack used the same tactics that the media uses ouch, “Neither of you have raced in F1, it’s different, I don’t care what either of you have to say about that, it’s—” THIS WHAT I WAS TRYING TO SAY thank you for putting more eloquently, their whole argument breaks my heart btw, everyone around jack joking about how honest he is and how fun it’s but when he FINALLY tells them what he feels he is a bitch to them because he said something they didn’t like, How? How is it different? How am I supposed to know what any of you want from me? Am I a cunt or am I pathetic or am I honest or am I admirable or does your teammate want to fucking be like me or like Nico or are we the same or are we— what do you— which of us do you want to be like? Do you think I was easier to handle the way I was before? You do know that killing me would have hurt way less than reading this?, Jack apologies first why is he so me like im getting attached to him because I see myself in this but especially in that moment, you do deserve the biggest compliment for putting all of my thoughts in coherent terms, especially the no one get it except nico part, JACK GOING TO NICO’S ROOM AFTER THE FIGHT excuse me while I scream in my pillow, oh starting with a kiss okay get it jack!, okay what is it with nico and jack’s neck like yeah it’s a pretty one ngl but the obsession is funny, the way jack had just started telling him what happened like I will be patiently waiting for the Realisation that he loves him, “You could just not care. About all the opinions.” Nico leave jack’s neck for a second and tell me how to do this because live would be so much easier, the way jack says that he is not in control when the reality he has it and it was just proved when he said he wanted more pressure and nico provided it; if jack never said it he wouldn’t do it and if jack wanted to end their whole mess nico wouldn’t be able to actually stop him because then it would turn into assault rather than it be something they both enjoy.

shouldn’t have started the fighting scene snd this at 2 am because now im crying about how helpless jack feels about everything and nico is just there to help him take a breath and letting him talk about it without judgement, oh yeah im crying genuine tears the whole scene where nico is pressing jack to say he is in control hits me so hard, also jack not wanting to open his eyes but still doing it because nico asked is not helping the tears to stop, also the way nico is repeating himself it feels like he is desperate to let jack understands he is the one in control, “You’re supposed to get it,” what is it with you and letting them say stuff that hurts so fucking bad?, why the fuck am I crying over this scene I will be sending you my therapy bill so you can pay it, jack saying winning feels the same as being pinned to a door, nico you are in my prayers for staying strong with jack being like this in your arms, “You are not like anyone I have ever met before in my life.” Yeah nico tell me about how you have no idea what to do with jack because every time you try to understand him he surprises you with something else, nico apologising for overanalysing their Scenes because he feels like it’s a betrayal to jack who uses them as an escape kill me.

Okay this would be the end for this comment because I gave myself a bit of a headache from the weird crying session I had, see you later.

HELLO I AM BACK TO ANSWER SOME STUFF. i exploded and disappeared over finals week because finals week then i was kind of just being dead to the world for a while. i played a lot of the sims 4. very important stuff. but now i am here i tried writing a race scene on my phone in bed last night and i hated it the whole time Anyways i will actually speak to this ask now and not nonsense

there will be some endgame championship shenanigans. it wouldn't be a fanfiction about a title battle without shenanigans... and yippee imola! a wonderful race that absolutely got away from me one too many times. and jack is big time stupid. which i think we all knew. he probably threw that concealer away in monaco and hasn't found the braincells to replace it now that he's back in europe (maybe with something that sucks a little less) because that would involve thinking about it and he cbf. because Obviously the better option is to just roll up to a team meeting with visible bite marks -- carlos is the only one who outwardly acknowledges it but that's because he has no shame or fear. and i don't think it's the first time jack has Taken a picture but it's def the first time he's sent it to nico. if i remember correctly. again, big time stupid. maybe the social media peoples in charge of their accounts choose not to open their dms in the interest of privacy or something. they're busy

yeah sainz has Theories. probably. my ideas for his character are mostly a giant mess, everything is the most ridiculous work in progress of all time. it's fine

ferrari drivers agree that team orders is stupid and ferrari team agree that drivers is stupid. but only one side of that argument are the ones Actually driving the cars. so they win by default, even if outnumbered. jack will always apologize first because he thinks it will make the other party apologize back once they realize he acknowledges his own wrongdoing. it does not always work. and jack does not always mean it when he apologizes, it's just supposed to make things easier. yeah i give a stupid amount of thought to how jack refers to the other drivers, i know i've said it before but at all times how jack refers to carlos is a direct reflection of exactly how he feels about him in the moment. i think it shifts back to carlos from sainz in the middle of the meeting scene idk i only wrote the damn thing

petition for more fist fights in f1!!! the media (and most of the fans probably) could absolutely never handle it but i think it would be a good time. and the tifosi are such an interesting party to analyze, so i am glad i made jack a ferrari driver in this fic because it means i get to fuck around with it lol - there definitely are tifosi who support him without really caring that he's american, but there are others who really do care. whether they support him anyways (just with a grain of salt) or elect to hate him and root for carlos instead, or something. but in my head, even some of the tifosi who half-resent him know he's the team's best bet, because obviously, so they lean towards him, anyways. but they aren't jack fans, just ferrari fans: if he were to jump to another team (which he won't) they wouldn't follow him, they'd pick up with whoever came to take his seat. womp womp. i imagine jack has this idea in his head that he can somehow win over everybody ever even though that's impossible, but he sometimes tries to play to everybody instead of just being honest or whatever. if i remember correctly i've referenced this before? i think he says something in some scene at some race about how it's not his fans' opinion of him that matters, because he's already won them over, but the people who don't like him that he has to worry about. like he'll ever be able to change their minds

and i say "imagine" about jack's character like i'm not writing the fanfiction

i also have a logan soft spot... it is very obvious in the whole entire everything about this fic... i got a comment on it a little while ago that literally only said "are you a logan sargeant fan" like thanks what gave me away. yes i did write logan/oscar fanfiction on a different account. what gives. Anyways. my soft spot for logan is largely what motivated making jack the only american on the grid (also The Narratives) even though that very greatly limited what nhl players i could haphazardly shove into f1 cars. that's partially why there's so many actual drivers left on the grid, and also partially because i just think it's funny. but any american nhler was automatically out of the running because it would ruin The Narratives. also why there are 19 billion canadians lmao

trevor podium. trodium. he's busy. maybe he stays on the nice list because he's far away and jack and they don't talk very often, but also i have no intentions of making trevor do any evil that gets jack mad at him or anything. he's there for vibes. a little self-indulgent window into the indycar world and also a guy jack can tell all his fucking-his-title-rival-related secrets. best friends forever

jack and nico public flirting incident number ninety-seven. they should both actually just keep their mouths shut for the rest of the season, i think that's the only way to prevent nonsense. i lowkey wrote the 'dick him down raw in miami' line as a joke but i was too amused by it when proofreading to remove it so there it is. still kicking despite it all

lex is so real i love writing her tweets (that's why she has so many of them oops) and jack is biggest idiot ever!! going for the gold like dumbassery is an olympic sport! which is why he will never ask nico anything ever except like. very guarded versions of the questions he Actually wants to ask. he can't reveal too much (see also: anything) about how he's feeling in his attempts to figure nico out, so he usually just ends up firing accusations at him rather than asking him anything real. they're such a mess but is that not the point

i'm so excited to write some of the end of the season scenes it's not even funny but like omg so many races before i get there... so many things to happen... but believe me i have some ideas. the end of the season arguably has more of an outline than anything else, which isn't really saying much because this fic barely has the idea of an outline. i just do whatever i want. i think up scenes and then i write them. Boom. hundred thousand words. that's how being a writer goes sometimes

yeah i made jack and luke fight by accident... i think i said that a little while ago but in vaguer terms. writers know how it is, shit writes itself without your input. they just started fighting. and i was like Oh okay we're doing this! and then we were doing it across two whole races. i'm glad you liked the scene! i like writing dialogue a lot (if you can't tell) and that scene was a lot of fun to do, even the parts that got away from me lol. luke arguably Is the closest thing to home jack has out in europe, and the same applies to luke with jack, which is part of why fighting each other is so like. Bad. and why quinn kind of inserts himself into the situation and tries to play mediator. he hates watching his brothers fight for selfish reasons, sure, but he also knows that both of them need each other in ways they would never properly admit to, so he tries to get them back on good terms before they get away from themselves. writing sibling relationships is so complicated (because sibling relationships just are complicated). obviously i have no idea what it's like to be a race car driver, but i do know what it's like to have a sibling, so. i like getting to put a little magnifying glass over those relationships. is fun

and luke is absolutely being an annoying little brother in this scene. he tells jack something then gets upset with him for having the exact reaction he was always going to have, then he gets mad at jack for being upset, et cetera, et cetera. maybe he was secretly hoping jack wouldn't react as predicted, and it was like some kind of test, and now he's upset that jack failed. who knows (me, arguably, but do i?). checo has to be around in this universe because i needed to give nico a teammate who was objectively worse than him - same with why i kept carlos in ferrari. i know i could've made either of their teammates Other nhl players but this is more fun for me. i wanted the fight to be unequivocally between jack and nico, fuck their damn teammates, so they're just like drivers who are Also There. it is what it is. and toro rosso was absolutely the best name for red bull's sister team!!! i know now they have stupid sponsors or whatever but toro rosso was cool. and less confusing than the shorthand 'RB' because that is arguably just also red bull. VCARB. whatever. i also miss love the blue and silver toro rosso liveries bring those back they were pretty

jack literally cannot go anywhere without getting attacked. everybody sucks. in their heads, they're looking out for him or giving him advice or whatever, but jack will always see it as an attack or them not believing in him somehow, and like jack says later in the chapter, he's the only one who gets to decide how other people make him feel, their intentions be damned. but the others (quinn and luke mostly, in this scenario) really do think they're coming from a good place, and don't properly understand why jack always gets so defensive whenever they try to talk to him, or why he's always insisting that it is different, and they don't understand, because they don't really know what else they're supposed to do. but jack doesn't want them to understand, he just wants them to acknowledge that they don't, and still be there for him anyways. blah blah blah character nonsense GOD i never know what i'm talking about. jack in this fic is one of the most complicated characters i've written in a long time tbh. i am having a great time. yes, nico has less of an expectation for how jack should be behaving, and also he actually gets it, because they're the two people who are actively fighting for that title right now. he's drawn to nico because he doesn't challenge him, and even if he also says things that jack doesn't believe to be true, they're different things. he still doesn't trust nico in all his own ways, but he's also drawn to him for a whole list of reasons he never really lets himself read into. and nico is. nico. Yup

luke is too little brother to figure out that difference. he is just going to Be Suck for a while. "it's for your own good" is absolutely some bullshit but luke Really believes that, and he's too dense and in his own head to understand why jack doesn't appreciate it. jack can never win!!! pathetic or honest or a cunt or admirable or none of the above, whatever he does someone is always against him, and whatever he does he always feels like everyone is against him. no winning. ever. off to nicotown because jack thinks nico is the only person in the entire history of ever who understands him, even though nico arguably does not understand him at all. he understands all those racing things that no one else can, but also. like. both jack and nico are kind of obsessed with figuring the other out in their own ways. obviously it shows more with jack because it's his pov, but they're both trying to get a read on each other. jack may interpret nico trying to get a read on him as some kind of strategy, those off-track games he always thought nico was playing, even though he knows that's not the case for him. it's the whole "you aren't like anyone else" thing. we aren't there yet are we. Whatever. each of them finds the other confusing and neither really knows how to handle that

nico has neck problems. also it's because i wrote this fic that's the simplest answer lmao arguably this entire plot could exist without the hickey nonsense but i do what i want. see, this is nico's version of "helpful advice," and it's arguably the same shit (why do you care so much when you don't have to, it doesn't matter, et cetera) but somehow it feels less awful coming from nico, maybe because he's less insistent about it. maybe because jack knows that nico does understand exactly how this feels, and yet he chooses to handle it all completely different to the way jack does. like some kind of proof that it really is possible not to care, even if jack still can't figure out how or why. unlike when luke does the same shit, because he doesn't get it, and jack doesn't trust that luke wouldn't care if he was in his position. et cetera. omg i'm rambling so bad

yeah jack absolutely has the control he just doesn't believe that. i could go on but that's all too spoilery

sometimes i write a line and then i just stare it for a moment like Jesu Christ and then it makes the final edit. and sometimes i forget all about the crazy shit i wrote and find it again when i'm proofreading and go Jesus Christ all over again lmao. there were a lot of those scenes in imola. i am having a great time, as the writer who has all the answers. Or. most of them. i think some of the answers are still yet to show themselves to me

[xorobyn]

Feeling more burn out from my job and my mentality has been so fucked since May and I have no motivation and I got in a lil trouble at work today and I’m so anxious my chest is so heavy and I’m in bed shaking and feeling hopeless. My job is too hard for how fucked my mental health is. I’ve been up and down but recently it’s been really bad again. I wish I could just get better so I could keep flourishing in my career like others in public accounting but I just don’t think I have the mental strength for how hard it is. And I feel so lame for letting it overcome me but I’ve been going through some hardships that are just ruining me. •Thank you JD. You have succeeded in ruining me and my drive in life. I’m so fucked up in the head. I’ve tried so much to get better but it’s so fucking hard. I’m going to therapy and trying my hardest but I’m not strong enough to heal as quickly as I wish I could. Maybe it’s my fault for staying. I just loved you so much. I wasn’t ever going to leave you. You were perfect. Why did you have to hurt me so bad? You at least could’ve given me the decency of a proper goodbye. I hate myself for not being able to get over it by now. This is what you wanted. So good job. Good fucking job. You win. You fucking win. You ruined me so bad from your mental abuse. I’m not strong enough. I’m quitting my job. Might even quit accounting in general. I’ve lost the spark in me. I have to leave my job bc I have to take time to heal. And I can’t do that in public accounting. I don’t have the mental capacity to work efficiently and not fall behind. I have been at clients and couldn’t hold in my tears in front of partners even though I tried with all my might. I had to go to the bathroom multiple times to just sob. You are so mean. I will never understand how you could do this to me. I know I fucked up, but most of that was after you blocked me and cut me off with no explanation. I always tried my hardest to be honest and loving to you. And you know that. You have to. I’m glad you’re thriving now that you’ve thrown me out like garbage. I didn’t deserve how you treated me. And I know that. And I know I deserve better but goddamnit JD I loved you more than anything and I thought you wanted me that bad too. I’m still in denial though bc I can’t believe everything was a façade bc it was so fucking real for me. I know I was needy and clingy sometimes. I was trying to fix that bc I didn’t want to lose you. I don’t think you were trying though. I didn’t feel content and it made me be even more needy bc of who I am and my mind. I wish I would’ve been better. I blame myself for a lot too. We were both bad. But I always held onto our future bc I wasn’t going to abandon you while you were trying to be better and work on yourself. Idk why I’m sending this. I shouldn’t but at this point what the fuck does it matter. This is my version of releasing albums about my broken heart and being hurt and being vulnerable and admitting how lost I am without you. I wish we could’ve just slowed down and talked and were honest. I don’t want to believe everything was a lie from you but I’m trying every day to accept that. Letting go is the hardest part. • One of my close friends died to domestic violence last week and it has fucked me so bad. Life is too short for pettiness and hatred. A line from The Weeknd says “If I died tonight, would you regret it?” And I find myself wanting to ask you that. •Ps the VM I left u a while back and those insane texts I sent last month were while I was drunk. I’m sorry for that. •And I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you as much as I should’ve been. I wish I would’ve help uplift you throughout everything. I promise none of it was out of malice.

[noroi-amaraciune]

Every 20 seconds: i need my fill i need my fill i need my fill i need my fill

[hiddenlife-manager]

Hello!! saw your perv luffy fic and I was literally dying its so good!!!, I was hoping you could maybe make more If not that’s completely alright!

Luffy the Perv Part 2

Luffy x Fem!Reader

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Part 2! Ah okay, so he isn't much of a perv here but pretty much NSFW headcanons with him still loving breast. Ps: I'm so glad you liked it!

-Going on the first day of you being on the ship as a member you hugged all of them as a thank you for inviting you on the ship. I mentioned that you hugged your captain which in fact is true. What happened though is that when Luffy's face came in contact with your breast he passed out nosebleeding from the warmth. You worried and the rest worried no one actually found the reason as to why he passed out but the reason was that he swore he saw some sort of angel as everything went white.

-After Luffy fucked you on the kitchen counter and the kitchen floor he just can't get his hands off of you. In a way, he forgot that in public he should be more civilized. Who could blame him? Your breast was something that should be praised.

-On hot days you would wear practically a bikini with a pair of shorts or a skirt really just preference. Wearing those outfits would cause two men to go after you but unlike Sanji who would never touch you, Luffy would grab your waist and pull you towards him. This would cause the both of you to fall and your breast was right on his face. Truly heaven.

-Luffy is needy and there will be days when he will just walk into the bathroom while you bathe and just kiss you while jumping into the bath full of bubbles. He will just grope your breasts and fondle them while he just sloppily kissed your lips.

-The nights where you decide to drink Luffy is right next to you he doesn't drink so he'll just sit and watch you jump in excitement with Usopp and Chopper. Your breast bouncing while you do so.

-Now this is where Luffy and his pervertedness are actually a bit more. The moment he found his cock between your gummy walls he couldn't get over how pleasurable it was. You truly were perfect your breast and your walls were all he needed. With the discovery, he ends up giving your breast a break every once and a while, having your cunt crying in pain and pleasure.

-Luffy truly cares for you maybe it is love or maybe it is the enjoyment of your company but he finds himself unable to masturbate anymore his hands no longer could do the job like your hands. This eventually placed him in the spot of just hugging you his cock poking at your behind. Giving you the cue that he needs you.

-Luffy has fucked you in public areas and it is super nerve-racking to you, to him well he just wants to be as close as possible so he could care less. Your hands seriously cover your mouth tightly when Luffy just decides to ram himself into you with no prep.

-Just because you and Luffy are in a relationship doesn't mean he won't sneak peeks when you change, or when you are at a hot spring. He doesn't even try to look at anyone he will jump over the wall just to see you and he'll say he tripped on a bar of soap and that flung him up.

-The amount of times his jaw hits the floor is insane. When you play volleyball with Robin and Nami and your body is out for all to see. Luffy seriously will run away to the bathroom.

-At first, he made sure no one would see him staring at you or even you. He made sure that no one knew about his pleasure of staring at you. But once in the relationship, you have to punch or throw him away from you to keep some sort of decency that he lost.

[forbidding-souda]

Hi! Hope you're having a great weekend! Absolutely love your blog and when I had this idea while on my way to work I knew I had to request you!

Can I request Mondo, Kiyo and Kaito with a Gyaru SO?

I have the world's most insistent brainworms I-

Mondo Oowada, Shinguuji Korekiyo, and Kaito Momota with a Gyaru S/O

I fucking love gyaru's this is an excellent request thank you. gyaru is so broad so help each of the things I say are going to be lowkey different but we'll deal with it together.

i wrote the mondo one listening to angeleyes by abba so you can imagine

also not proofread sorry if some things sound a little silly.

-Mods Souda

Mondo Oowada

✯ You're beauty and you're grace, you're also the one driving him insane. When you do your hair well and whenever you have lashes on, you will refuse to ride on that bike with him. There is no way you're going to ruin your pretty look with his high speeds, so he will either pull a I'll meet you there, then or he becomes a public commuter. The only complaints he has about your style is the typical masculine man things, like you taking up a lot of counter space in the bathroom with your stuff (but some of it smells really nice) and the amount of jewelry you just leave around.

✯ this one's a little suggestive i think.

This bar was the kind that, without ever being heard of, always had somebody in it. In all hours of the day somebody is out and about, and this bar was something of a unique type. It was an American-biker bar. You go in there almost constantly just for that reason, you're a regular! Being that it is an American themed bar, however, you often get bosozoku popping in checking out who are foreigners and who are not. Where the bosozoku are, Mondo tends to follow. There was him and two other boys, each standing at separate places, when you came in. Your eyes quickly go to him. You went and stood at the bar by the orange-toned lights that hang from the ceiling. It had been an annoying day at work, so annoying that during your break you had gone outside just to stand in the sunlight, and you swore you had fallen asleep standing there. Now, rather than going to sleep, you had decided to go out (and alone). Not that it matters to you, you have an ulterior motive anyway. Mondo finally, hesitantly, appeared and leaned over you to the bar. A tank top this low in the night? He should be getting cold. "What's up?" You smile at him. He ignores you, ordering your drink, already well acquainted with both the sight of you and the taste of your lips when you leave this place. "What's up with you?" "I wanted to see if you were here," you say, clicking your heels innocently. "Gotcha. Missin' me or something?" You stare at him with bright eyes, looking at him as if he's an angel. He's still yet to look down at you. He knows that if he does, he will fold immediately, giving into your beauty [and the way you stare at him as if he is the most beautiful man in the world]. He adds on, more meek, "Comin' out all this way for me?" He remembers the last time he drove you home where you had told him that going all the way over to him was starting to take time out of your day, where you had asked him to start going over to you instead. With the amount of areas he is not supposed to go in at certain times of the day (and this is something you are very unaware about) he was starting to get worried he'd not be able to see you as often. This was a few weeks ago, and his worry was indeed correct. "How terrible of me, I know," you add sarcastically, "my poor pasmo." "Shut it." You look up to see his face, which is almost burning red in a flush, but the small smirk on his face tells you that he's not exactly mad.

✯ If you play your music loud, he doesn't mind at all. He's all about being loud.

✯ ^ Which, in terms of him being loud, you thought his initial loudness was charming. When he first met you, he was nervous asf because of how pretty you are, so he was stuttering and accidentally raising his voice and everything. Your improper words and the slang you use helped him settle in the casual conversation, as the more you two talked, the more he realized you weren't like those other people who required formalities and properness to get along with others.

✯ When the members of his gang tease him for having a girlfriend they will always use the -poyo suffix to portray the way you talk.

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Shinguuji Korekiyo

✯ While he is a scholar of history and ancient culture, you tend to be more knowledgable on modern habits. His first impulse is to correct you on certain things until he realizes that, truly, you do know more than him. This little culture in Japan is extremely interesting to him. Learning is something he is grateful for. He is always motivated to expand his mind, and you help him with this, which is a reason he finds himself inspired by you (and attracted to you).

You were determined to leave your room even if you had no cause. There's a certain level of expectation you find yourself achieving, especially online. You've been inspired ('inspired' is used loosely) to share your interesting surroundings at least once a day. This fits in to Shinguuji's lifestyle. Most of the time, he wakes up early. He has this whole routine that you are more than welcome to get involved with, or interrupt. When he's done (and waiting for you to finish getting ready) the two of you head on your way to a location he's promised. He always gets pleased by your curiosity and treats it like it's the most magical thing in the world. The trip only took an hour and thirty. The silence of the train kept you on your toes, and with boredom you would glance over to him, staring at his peaceful face: eyebrows low and a hair stuck in his eyelashes. Even though it has began to be summer, there was still cold wind within transportation, it was something that you were unprepared for considering the weather reports on your phone, and so the two of you stand there as he lets you push your fingers into his sleeves. Beyond concrete borders is a world of sand and fresh-smelling water, where the sun suddenly started to peak from behind the clouds, the rays becoming the warmth you so expected. You both made your way past families and sand castles. "This place looks the same as the beaches on tv," you say, stepping closer to the water but soon back as it tries to touch your toes. "Hmm. This might just be the one on tv." Even though you feel as if you might be over-dressed for the beach, there is still an exchange of pleasantries with you and the ozone. "It is, isn't it?" With a sudden silence, the waves brings both water and ambience. Seconds pass before you decide to speak again. "Well," you smile, "let's take pictures. I can pretend to be one of those sexy actresses, what do you think?" "I think it's a lovely idea."

✯ He can take you on tours of traditional sites, even ones you've been to already. You can tweet about your experience and he will take picture of you in front of the sites and structures that welcome that behavior. He appreciates the fact that you are spreading this knowledge to people (he makes sure to proofread anything you're saying).

✯ Hairspray doesn't bother him, but what does bother him is the fact that you use the same type of eyeliner he does. How is he supposed to know which is yours and which is his?

✯ Having a conversation with his colleagues is always funny because they speak so professional, and so does he, but then you come into the conversation with your casual (and often disrespectful tone) and it catches the other party off guard.

✯ He loves it when you say resourceful things in that tone of yours, it makes his heart flutter.

✯ And he loves how magnificent your eyes look when you have that makeup on. Whether it's the type to accentuate or dramaticize, he finds it absolutely lovely. He loves unique makeup styles, he can talk all about the history of it and such.

✯ Dating a fashionista means that he has a new outlook on things like the development of modern clothing and advertisement. He notices cultural norms upon clothing styles and the ways to wear makeup and beauty products in general.

✯ Some of the things our civilization prefers are very similar to the ones he studies from hundreds of years ago, he finds.

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Kaito Momota

✯ He had boldly introduced himself. He decided to stop being nervous and to just go ahead and alert you of his presence, as he is an astronaut, one of the best in the world, so logically why would you not consider meeting him a new beginning? He was fascinated by you since the start. He took time out of his day to respond to your tweets, and retweet the funny ones, making his twitter 80% you (and you noticed him, of course you did). When he walked up to you in person, you pretended not to recognize him, which very much confused him because ever since he graduated, people have been acknowledging him like they never have before. "I'm just messing you you," you had laughed behind your hand, watching his head tilt. His confused expression quickly turned into a laugh as he put his hand on his hip. "Oh man, you got me!"

Leaving it until the last minute would annoy you, and he knows that, but he always has his priorities a little scrambled. The unpleasant impression he might leave you with is the reason he is running back and forth in his room trying to find that glitter glue you lended him a few weeks ago (it's not that he forgot to give it back, he just wanted to keep it until you specifically asked for it back). You both eat together for a Valentines' Day dinner, and you notice how antsy he seems to be. You offered to let him show you things on the telescope again but he refused, saying he'd rather spend time with you here, and his gaze shifted away as he said so. You pout a bit and sink into your seat, because outside of anticipation, you don't like this behavior from him. Somehow, you both still found your way outside, the cold air chilling your nose, your faces looking up at the stars (it never gets old to him). To him, this seems as good a time as any. "I really like your lipstick today," he says, seeking a casual way in. "It's lip gloss." "Yeah, that. I really like the glitter." He sticks his hand in his pocket, warming up his fingers as well a fiddling with a paper inside. "Except for when it gets on your lips, right?" You joke, checking your nails. He laughs, trying to find a way to steer the conversation. Does he compliment you more? He wonders if that is the right move, or if you'd just think he's buttering you up (is he?). Instantaneously, he gives up. Without anymore hesitance he lets his confidence return to his body as he takes out the folded piece of construction paper and hands it over. "I made you something!" He says, the excitement in his voice a bit faux. You manage a little laugh, one that only derives from curiosity. "Oh, yeah?" You unfold it, getting a bit of the glitter on your hands, it falling on your outfit when you open it fully. His hand stays in his glitter-filled pocket. You're really pretty the text says in faulty handwriting. You still grin, looking at the drawings of flowers that cover the bottom. The grin turns into a smile, and heat begins to raise to your cheeks. So this is why he was so nervous. "This is so cute! Agepoyo!" "Thank you... I'm not very creative, aren't I?" But you are beyond his self-deprecation, instead ignoring his words and wrapping your arms around his neck. "So amazing," you whisper against his skin. "It's so amazing."

✯ He likes giving you gifts because of the cute reactions you have. He assumes that sometimes you're being overdramatic on purpose, but that doesn't stop him from getting butterflies at the compliments.

✯ He loves it when you take selfies with him, it boosts his confidence (especially when you post them). There's something about you showing him off to your audience that makes him want to hold you to his chest and keep you there forever.

✯ He feels very silly being around so much girly stuff all the time. You leave your lipglosses on tables and counters, and you have lash glue stuffed into some of his jackets pockets.

✯ He does like it when you carry around combs, though. He takes care of his hair more than anything else.

✯ Sunshine is almost nonexistant during some seasons, so the fashionable outfits you wear that go against the weather are often less insufferable when he lends you his jacket.

✯ ^ It's camp.

✯ ^ Your fans find it endearing.

[tatakaebomb]

Hello! I’m new so I hope I’m doing this request right. May I request Ash to do a hard dom!Timeskip!Kageyama x y/n where y/n was being bratty in public and he snapped and took his anger out on y/n? (The use of daddy would be nice but if you’re uncomfortable with that, then it’s okay!) please and thank you! (Btw I read both your guys’ work and I’m in love with it!)

Hi. I wasn’t sure if you wanted a long fic or a smut. If you want me to rewrite this I’ll be more than happy, send another ask and I’ll prioritise it. Sorry if it’s not what u wanted.

- ash

tw : breeding, unprepped, punishment, ass spanking, exhibitionism, sadism, mean dom! kageyama, orgasm denial, cream pie, 18+

NSFW 18+

wc : 0.65k

‘What the fuck did I say to you?!’

‘I said I’m sorry- fuck- ‘ you whine. Head slammed harsh on the bathroom sink, fingers clawing and gripping at the marble. Your face was smashed down, cheek squashed and eyes beginning to tear up from the restraint of breath. Kageyamas cock was so deep inside of you, you were so full and aching for him it was almost painful.

‘You know I fucking hate it when you act up, especially not infronta the paparazzi. You tryna fuck up my reputation? Is that it?!’ Pushing you further, you bobbed out a sob, a harsh thrust of his hips sending his cock right into your g-spot.

‘N-no daddy, stop I’m s-sorry’

‘You should’ve thought of that before’

-

‘Tobio, I said let’s go!’ Tugging at your boyfriends arm, you made no attempt to try hide his identity. All you wanted was a pancake.

‘Y/N stop. You know what’s gonna happen if they find out I’m here’

‘So? Don’t you care about your girlfriend!’ You jump, slamming your hands down at the table and getting annoyed at him.

Truth be told you knew what you were doing, being so aggy and spoilt in public. You could see the grit of tobio’s teeth from every word spat out of your mouth. The temper of him wrapping higher and higher.

And it didn’t stop there, from the meal to shouting his name out in clothes shops. Swarms of paparazzi flooding around him on his ONE day off. Sure you felt a bit bad but, nothing compared to what your gonna feel like after kageyama is done with you

And that’s how you ended up, pushed in some random public toilet, bent over, throat choked out by his long fingers and clothes ripped off in an instant. Unprepped pussy quickly fucked into and ass whooped and spanked.

-

‘TOBIO!’ You cried out, his hands grabbing at your hair, pulling it tightly. The flesh of your ass slapping against his thighs as you sob and cry, small hands wrapping at the tap aimlessly for some sort of help.

‘D-don’t FUCKING call me that, fuck- I don’t even know if your worthy of being my girlfriend at this point-‘

‘I’m sorry daddy- I’m so sorry- I- fuckkk-‘

Your mind was so dumb, so empty, mouth blabbering off and drool building up at the side of your mouth. Harsh spanks and slaps sent to your loose skin, thighs marked up, scratched. Kageyama was furious, and you weren’t going home till you were passed out.

Skin red and bruised, purple marks tatted up your neck and back. Tits and nipples erect under the cold textile you were forced on. Slick building up at your core from how fast he were fucking you right now.

‘Your so wet- Is this what you want? Want me to fuck this pussy s-so fucking hard I breed you-‘

A loss of words built him up more. Grabbing your throat and pulling you up, back arched into an aching, painful angle, face stained with dragged mascara and lipstick, eyes red and tear stained.

‘SAY IT!’

‘YES- YES PLEASE- please…’

And that didn’t stop him, he still continued to pull you up to his chest, clapping and wet noises filling the room. Your pussy tired and sore from his huge erect cock, long vein pounding into his g spot and red puffy clit untouched and teased. His hot cum spurting into you, but before you could finish, he pulled out and slammed you back down. Warm breath coming to tickle at your ear.

‘If you think you get to cum your fucking insane- get on your fucking knees and don’t say a word…’

-

[fivemillioneyes]

Can you write some sub!May x dom!reader headcannons? Thanks xx

... so i know i said i'm not taking requests, but this one did get my attention. if you request an extension of any of these headcannons into mini fics, there’s a large chance that i’ll write it.

pairing: may parker x afab gn reader

warnings: nsfw!! bdsm; sub may parker, dom reader

tags: @witchesplayatnight

we're jumping straight in. buckle your seatbelts.

may is suprisingly... how do i word this... adventurous in bed

one thing you learn quickly is that may gets wet very easily. sometimes, just a few words and an innocent touch is enough to get her squirming. you tease her about it, admiring the blush that rises in her cheeks, but you love it when you slip your fingers under her panties and find her soaking for you. 

may loves when you wear the strap. she loves it when you take her from behind, your grip tight around her waist as you fuck her into the mattress. she loves sucking your cock, too. you like watching her try to take all of you down her throat and the way she drools around your cock and her eyes water when you hold yourself deep.

she likes being made submissive. especially when you pin or tie her down, forcing her to take what you’re giving her. this is a stellar opportunity for you to overstimulate her. you like making her come when she doesn’t think she can come again and when the tears begin to slip down her cheeks. 

orgasm control! she likes it when you keep her teetering on the edge and when you make her beg you to let her come. you like to drag it out. after all, the sight of her all messy and ruined and begging is insanely appealing.

she’s a brat. she’ll deliberately do things to get under your skin, like flirt with strangers at the bar or tease you in public. that usually gets her a visit over your knee or something a little more creative if you’re in the mood. she loves it all.

sometimes, you’ll have her kneel with a vibrator pressed inside her while you work. this is by far your favorite form of punishment, hearing her needy whimpers and whines as you play with the intensity of the vibrator. you never actually get any work done during these sessions, but that wasn’t the intention anyway.

she has a little bit of an exhibitionism streak. more semi-public than public, like when you fuck her in a bathroom stall, your fingers digging into her jaw as she whines into your palm. she also has a thing for having sex in your office. she likes it when you bend her over your desk and fuck her, pressing her hips into the edge of the desk with each thrust. you invest in a gag just for these situations, and you keep it in your desk drawer.

she likes dirty talk, and of any kind. “there’s my girl,” “you’re doing so well,” “my pretty princess.” // “such a fucking slut,” “just a pretty fucktoy for me, aren’t you?” all of it. she especially likes when you call her yours, though.

there’s no doubt that may is pretty. really fucking pretty. you’re not the only one to notice, though, and only when you get together do you realize how much may gets hit on. and this is when may isn’t purposely trying to flirt with people. when may does get hit on, you get a little possessive. when you get home, you fuck her hard and whisper in her ear, “mine.” it’s enough to push may over the edge.

as much as you like fucking her, you like when she rides you, too. her fingers tighten on your shoulders as she grinds down on your strap, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. you tease her while she moves, whispering dirty words into her ear. when you can feel that she’s beginning to get close, you grip her hips and thrust into her until she’s coming.

she also has a little bit of a voyeurism kink. she likes being watched. fitting, because you like to watch her too. sometimes, you’ll make her ride a pillow or play with herself as you watch, slipping in at the last moment to fuck her over the edge. on the rare occasion that you two bring home another person, she likes when they fuck her as you watch her fall apart.

and of course, we can’t forget aftercare. after an intense scene, you make sure that she’s comfortable and okay. she gets all soft and clingy after a scene, and all she wants to do is cuddle. you curl up wherever you are and let her snuggle into your chest. you fit together like puzzle pieces.

[rozu-minaki]

Hello🐹 I has a request- some of the MHA/BNHA boys that get hard when his fem!S/O puts on lip gloss? like- the shine that it gives her lips would look so good around his hard cock :)

other details- non-hero!UA and this is NOT to fetishize black people!!! (I'm black anyway)

only if you're comfortable and if requests are open 😊

remember to drink water and eat daily ☺

Omg my first request- okay okay so I’m gonna try my best because this is my first request and full blown drabble post so yea! I wasn’t sure which characters to pick so I just went with the ones I think would fit well with this! As always characters are aged up. Hope u enjoy! And yes requests are open! warnings: basically some smut and some small fluff

Iida: oohhh man this dude did not expect you to put on lip gloss, especially in that pretty pink glittery shade. You two were enjoying your day waltzing around town when you stopped to use a public restroom and while he was outside waiting you had an idea and decided to use an expensive gloss momo had bought you a while back. You slicked it on your lips and walked out innocently as if you didn’t know what you were doin. Iida hadn’t noticed until you started talking about getting some food when he saw those pretty lips and instantly felt his pants become uncomfy. Needless to say, he pulled you into a cafe and shoved you into the bathroom where well you got covered in some Other kinda white substance ;>

Bakugou: you two were expected at a party and as usual you had taken longer then him not our fault the man takes less time to get ready 🙄. Anywho, you had gotten all dolled up in a pretty red dress and black heels. You were just finishing up your makeup when you saw the gloss youve had but never used, so without thought you decided to put it on since the shade was a nice touch to your makeup and outfit. While bakugou was sitting on the couch on his phone he heard the bedroom door cream open and the clicks of your heels walking over. He finally looked up from his phone to ask if your dumbass was finally ready when he stopped mid sentence to see those pretty red lips. So he stood up, slung you over his shoulder and carried you back into the bedroom you came from, party long forgotten.

Izuku: Today was yours and Izukus date as a 1 year anniversary so you wanted to go all out. Pretty outfit pretty hair pretty everything. You used all your favorite makeup products including that signature glittery lip gloss you wore only on special occasions. You covered your lips and puckered them up and basically hyped your beautiful ass up cause girlboss obviously. Once you got ready you heard a knock at your door to which you went to anwser and saw izuku in his gorgeous suit and tie and flowers ready in hand. Of course the boy was shy and stumbled over his words to ask if you were ready. You nodded and began to follow him out to the car. You both had a wonderful date however when you two had gotten to his place was when the fun began. You two went inside and basically went at it like rabbits, clothes flying, hands gripping in every place, and that’s when he was ontop of you that he said he did not want that pretty gloss go to waste. Needless to say he woke up with kisses all over him especially in the lower region <3

Todoroki: Shoto being the sweet boy he was planned a little getaway to a flower field since he knew you both were interested in nature and such. He had gotten ready first and while waiting for you he took a small nap to rest up before the long drive there. You on the otherhand had different plans. You had prepared a cute cottage core like outfit with light makeup and some added on freckles, you were trying to go for a fairy/elf look. So obviously you wanted to look glowy and mysterious and what better shimmery thing to use then lip gloss. You put on your favorite shimmery pink tint one and was on your way to wake up sho. When you did though he just sat and stared for a moment before asking “Did I die or something why is there an angel in front of me???” You had giggled and thanked him for the compliment (though he actually thought you were) and got him up and you two were on your way to the flower field. Needless to say you got railed in a very pretty setting with lip gloss smudged all over shotos face and body.

Kirishima: Kirishima had been watching you do your makeup for a while now, just admiring your features before and after and enjoying every second of it. He had said his occasional yet meaningful compliment everytime you did a new part of the makeup but when he saw you grab the one weakness product he was done for. You hadn’t noticed for a while now but whenever you used that gloss it drove Kiri mad. The way he only pictured your pretty lips rapped around his red riot dick with your eyeliner smudged just made the man go insane with lust. He had been staring for a while now so when you asked if he was alright all he could say was “ please let me fuck you” to which you were surprised but happily agreed and let him do what he had been fantasizing about everytime you wore that dammed gloss.

Shinsou: It was a date set at a cat cafe obviously. You two had been snuggling cats and sipping coffee for a while now when you realized your gloss had lost its touch so you reapplied it and that’s when he saw it in all its glory, oh how he wished you had been under him whining about how it was to much and that all he could say was that you could take it like a good kitty. He was now in a daze when he felt you poke his cheek and he just smirked and began to whisper seductive words in your ear and you just had to play it cool since others were around, only allowing the occasional blush and whine here and there. When you two got home however was when the real fun began and his fantasy became a reality.

Ack! I’m so sorry this is so bad- it’s like 1am rn and this isn’t proofread so if theres any mistakes or anything you’d like changed or someone added please let me know as I’m open to (kind) criticism! I hope you enjoyed none the less though thanks for the request love <3

[kkusuka]

Have I told you I hate weak y/n’s that get pushed around by fangirls? No? Well, I hate them 😊

Let’s have Oikawa, Atsumu, Akaashi, Semi, and Terushima react to their normally calm gf, beat the dog shit out of a fangirl that tried to intimidate her for dating said men above. Reader just has a soft smile before cocking her fist back and boxing her shit before holding up the fangirl and looking to the rest like “You wanna end up like her? No? Then know your place~ ☺️”. Then she faces her bf with a sweet smile and says something affectionate like “I brought you lunch, dear. I made it just how you like it 😄” before kissing his cheek like she didn’t go Muhammad Ali on a bitch

<3

Oikawa Tooru<3

Oikawa’s had more than a few less than pleasant experiences with women

Considering he’s always been surrounded by them, from his sister's friends in middle school and being swarmed by them in High school and college- having women around him was nothing new

And for the most part, they were all pleasant

Giving him little gifts and food- that he always gave to you- and just telling him how much they loved watching him play

All things he can deal with before talking to his favorite girl, you

Though, there have been instances of some bold woman who just never get the hint

Whether it be drunkenness or some weird dream of having Oikawa to herself or just blatant disregard of his relationship

And right now just happens to be one of those times- but now you got a firsthand view of the madness.

Whoever this was clearly didn't understand relationships or personal space for that matter

She had a hand on his chest and was just blubbering about how she would be the best wife for him and would make life so much easier- much more than you do for him- and that was just what you saw from the ten seconds you were in earshot

He would normally laugh it offend continue seeking out autographs but he seemed to be locked in an iron maiden

“I promise! Forget about your girlfriend, she’s useless anyways!” and finally a perfect chance to make yourself known

“Tooru, I have your lun-” you attempted to grab him away, him shooting a pleading look to save him before your wrist was snatched from his arm and tugged away and shoved to the side then pushing your body away from the two

“Back off bitch!”

Now,  you were normally a pretty calm person, you knew how to deal with the women and you have been for years.

But you stand by the fact that it was never ok to put your hands on someone- no matter the situation.

But at that moment, you could care less about your silly reparations and breathing methods, that lady put a hand on you and pushed you

You could hear Tooru telling her to keep her hands off you but you just looked around and made sure that everyone saw what had happened, you don't need to be arrested anytime soon

Grabber her arm you detached her from your boyfriends and in the next second your fist was connecting with her face, watching her wither on the floor you turn to your boyfriend who’s now coming towards you

“As I was saying, I have your lunch.”

Atsumu Miya<3

Another guy who’s constantly surrounded by women

Although he is far less appreciative and nice to them, and he makes it a point to be abundantly clear that you are the only woman he will spend the rest of his life with

Something that wasn't too popular with a few specific fans

Every blue moon someone will find his phone number and blow it up with loving messages or try and get his address

The worst it’s been was someone finding his apartment number and thankfully being too far away to come by themselves but they did send some inappropriate images to his PO box and that led him to create an even thinker line between fans and himself

Thankful, the whole of them understood and respected his boundaries

Buuuuut there are always people who go the extra step

Like whoever this is crowding your boyfriend after a win against the Alders with a giant poster of him and a …. Thong

If you were the slightest more stoic you would have held in the laugh that started it all but it seems crazy is crazy no matter how you provoke them

That lady heard you laugh and the flood gates opened, in a split second her hand was on your cheek then she was on the floor holding what you could hope was a broken jaw

You didn't even realize you punched her until a shooting pain went up your wrist

Though before you had a chance to return to your lovely boyfriend, who was standing in the same spot shell shocked (and slightly turned on)  hand grabbed your ankle the flung you to the ground

It was, for lack of a better term, a catfight

She was hitting you and you were hitting her and she was screaming random shit about how awful you were to her precious Atsumu- seriously this lady was insane

Nevertheless, security arrived, and let’s just say that you were in much better condition than she was, who knew you could fight so well?

Though you weren't allowed to come to the next game and had to apologize to the heads of the Volleyball association, Tsumu was proud of you and the internet was on your side- so it was kind of a win-win

Akaashi Keiji<3

He surprisingly doesn't have a swarm of fangirls around him

But it’s much much worse, you’d rather have a mob of girls around him than the four specific psychos that never leave the poor guy alone

Everywhere in school at least one of them is watching the two of you, in class, at lunch- no matter where you try and eat- you swear you even saw one at the boba show you pass on your walk home with him

The worst part?

He thinks it’s funny.

It is hilarious to him that you try so hard to keep them away full knowing he would never leave you for the likes of them. It’s just too cute how you puff up your cheeks and huff about them and honestly, it's a breath of fresh air considering how much everyone kisses up to him

Well- he likes it when they are at a distance

On the off chance they get close to him, it's a different story. They truly are intolerable, and they away try bad-mouthing you to him like it was supposed to mean something that they don't like you

And they only ever do it when you’re away- cowards they truly are. And since they’re always watching, as soon as you left to buy the two of you lunch, one of them was on him in an instant

She was annoying and all she could say was ho you were a ‘poison’ in his life and he had to leave you as soon as possible

He didn't even realize you were there until a hand grabbed the back of her uniform and flung her off him. And from the looks of it, falling on the ground really hurt

“I’m a poison? That’s all you could come up with?”

You didn't even have to say another word, she was already out of sight

Not missing a beat, you handed him his lunch and started talking about the latest episode of the volleyball anime you loved.

Semi Eita<3

First off- a total power couple

Not only are you willing to beat a bitch, but he’s also ready to hype you up while you do it

It’s not confirmed you have, but there are rumors that you fought more than a few girls who were less than pleasant. And it’s not like you do anything for rumor control, you just laugh and turn the other way

Still, even with the rumor mill running rampant, some girls still try and shoot their shot

But this girl has to be the boldest woman on planet earth

Not only was she flirting with an openly taken man, but she was flirting with him as he held his arm around your waist. She even looked at you as she spoke to him, the audacity of people these days

“You like music? That’s crazy, I do too!” you wanted her to shut the fuck up as soon as possible.

What pissed you off more was that he knew exactly what he was doing, and he was letting it happen to spite you.

What happened after this you blame solely on the alcohol the party was providing and not on the fact you wanted to clock this girl the moment you saw her

It was just that suddenly your drink was in her face

Then her drink was in her face, and she was running to the bathroom, maybe she should listen to rumors more often because you don't think strawberry daiquiri will come out of a white crop too so easily

Terushima Yuji<3

He’s an ass

But he’s your ass, somehow

He’s a manwhore and an attention-whore, mix that should have been shot before it could grow into something more

By now you're used to the girls slipping him their numbers and hitting him up on every social media site possible and you remain happy to say he doesn't respond- probably too busy dicking you down to care about any of them

Plus, less than 1%  of them actually approach them in public, and they just happen to be the most insufferable people on the planet.

Desperation doesn't even describe it

Of that 1%, at least half of them try to touch him, running a hand on his arm, tugging at his clothes, maybe even a strand of his hair, all you can deal with because he knows what’ll happen if he even entertains their advances

But for some reason, the only thing that sets you off is when they mention the tongue piercing.

It invokes a rage unknown within you, the second the metal ball’s mentioned you see red. And he fucking loves it, you could be three prefectures over and the second the girl mentions it, you magically appear at his side like you’d been there the whole time

All of a sudden you’re all over him, disregarding this girls words as she tries to bring the conversation back to her, going as far as grabbing your shoulder, and since she touched you first- you had the green light

Your arm pulled back and your fist connected to her cheek

And like nothing ever happened you turned back to the blond

tags: @diamond-3 @rinsangel @heyheyitsne @angelalje @monisi @crystal-lilac @sadpotato10