#they want to punch the shit out of each other they wanna make

[antspaul]

messy, rancid, evil for-want-of-a-nail au where Abu Dhabi 2021 goes Lewis and Merc’s way, Lewis wins his 8th and retires, and Max takes his place at Mercedes going into the new ground effect regulations of 2022.

inspired by this maxcedes vertonellii prompt on the f1 kinkmeme and co-brainstormed with @gayferrari

tw for weird consent and general nastiness. probably won’t write more of this universe so feel free to do whatever with anything here that moves you!

Merc pulls out all of the stops to attract him away from red bull. (ignore the timeline contraints here pls). Toto gets on his knees to the Verstappen camp like, look at our NEW and FABULOUS W13 and our zero pods design. This is the future, it’s going to be four-tenths per lap quicker than everyone else. pspsspsps you knowwwww you wanna drive for us sooo bad. ditch that ugly fucking Red Bull, what have they ever done for you? do you want to join the winners, or are you content with being first loser for the rest of your career?

and Max is TIRED of coming in second and the prospect of debuting this insane new car (and also the intense glazing from Toto Wolff) is enough to win him over. He ditches Red Bull for Mercedes. It’s a coup. It’s silly season x10000. It’s as frenzied as the media gets (until a few years later — more on that in a bit).

so he rolls up to pre-season testing, next to his teammate George Russell (they’re already grating each other’s nerves but who cares, Max is pretty confident he’ll beat him no problem). everyone’s talking about the sure thing of another era of merc dominance, especially now that they have Max behind the wheel. no one is more ready to make 2022 his bitch than Max Verstappen in a Silver Arrow.

by the end of the first day of testing it becomes clear that the car fucking sucks.

the team (and especially Toto) hems and haws about the porpoising problem, everyone’s struggling with it, Max, we’ll find the right set-up and you’ll see what the w13 can do, this is your year Max, you can trust the team. But Max knows the car isn’t going to improve enough for the complete dominance they promised him in their seduction. He’s stuck with a car that can’t deliver what he signed on for, a team that’s publicly crashing out about it, and a teammate who’s never doing him any favors. What’s more, that stupid fucking red horse garage looks FAR too happy.

and the season hasn’t even started yet!!!!!!

obviously, the car doesn’t improve enough for Max to finally win. he performs better in it than Lewis and George did IRL. But not enough. In the end, it’s Charles who wins his first WDC that year. fucking CHARLES, driving for FERRARI, scraping by in a tractor for YEARS and then BEATING MAX TO A WDC.

every time Max thinks about it his fingernails bite into his palm and he fights the urge to punch a wall. Charles’s smug, tear-streaked, champagne-soaked face flashes through his mind. it’s bad enough that it’s Charles, first, that no matter what happens Charles will have done it before him: it’s even worse that Charles gets the honor of delivering that stupid team its first WDC since Raikkonen in 2007. everyone is sooooooooo happy for Charles, wow he’s such a nice guy, no one could ever deserve it more. Max could barf.

that they’re not fucking yet but the hatred IS sexual. trust, the hatred is ALWAYS sexual.

2022 wdc results:

Charles

Max

Checo

George

Carlos

Alex (bc of the Max-related power vacuum, Alex retained a seat at RBR. don’t think about it too hard)

2023 gives Max even more reason for homicide. Charles doesn’t win again — yay! — but Red Bull finally ends up on top— motherfucking shit — after a challenging and contentious year of racing. THATS RIGHT. CHECO WDC 2023.

2023 wdc results:

Checo

Max

Fernando

Charles

Alex

Max DOES challenge for the title in 2023, though mostly in a mathematical it-could-theoretically happen sort of way (somewhat akin to Lando’s title challenge in 2024) as Checo’s performance in the drops off towards the end of the season and Max stays relatively consistent.

anyways, fast forwarding through a lot of 2024. without Max to drive the rb20, Red Bull and Checo’s championship defense flails pretty early on in the season (also, without Max there I imagine Newy deciding to leave much earlier than he did IRL). Lando wins. Max is first loser again. Charles gets third place.

George continues to look a lot worse than he actually is in the car by comparison to Max; he’s performing well, as he did irl, but it’s clear to him— as it was to Daniel in 2018 — that so long as Max is his team, he’s never going to have a team built around him and his goals. everything anyone says about George is always qualified with “relative to his teammate Max” and he’s tired of dealing with that, tired of the car, tired of feeling like his input always matters second-most. he’s not happy at Merc the way things are going.

Merc itself is aware that its two drivers are unhappy with the direction of things. Max is as antsy as ever for his promised wdc, George is exhausted at feeling passed over, and neither of them are getting any younger.

Toto is keen to keep George close. he negotiates a contract for George to return to Williams (where Alex is Not, remember — because he’s still at Red Bull). George hates to return there, but James Vowles schmoozes him over, and George, known Enjoyer Of Projects, gets on board.

(GEORGE SIDE QUEST: right after George signs for Williams, silly season explodes x1000000000000000000000000000000000 because LEWIS IS COMING BACK TO FORMULA 1. and he’s COMING TO FERRARI. Carlos is still pushed out of his seat for 2025, and he still goes to Williams. the teammate relationship between these two lacks some of the easy camaraderie that Alex and Carlos have had so far. George went to Williams with Certain Expectations of his role in the team, and Carlos being there negates some of that. he’ll get over it!!!! <- mantras George thinks to himself while very much Not Getting Over It, never ever ever. George coming off of three years as Max’s teammates back at stupid bloody Williams is the Most Evil version of himself and ngl it’s hot.)

with George gone from Merc, there’s a vacancy at Max’s side. could it be Lewis? could Toto steal him back from Ferrari? but no: the ideal teammate should be young enough to not present an overt challenge to Max’s dominance within the team without this causing major friction, but should be talented and moldable enough to challenge in the near future. also, someone they can pay a low salary lololol.

enter Kimi.

he’s Toto’s pet project, a chance for him to redeem himself for not capturing Max when he was young and dripping with potential, when Merc could’ve given him a winning car right away. Kimi is keen, and excited just to be there. people compare him to Max a lot because of his age and his talent level at his age.

Kimi also knows Max well! has known him through his family connections to the team and through Toto for years. he aspires to Max for coming into the sport young and holding his own the entire time.

but. Kimi has NOT known Max as his TEAMMATE. max who still has something to prove and is not going to let this CHILD (who is definitely in the process of getting Groomed As His Replacement, who everyone thinks of as a clean slate to make up for the shortcomings of his own career) get in the way of that.

SO. this is where it gets really nasty.

Max gets it in his head that the kid needs to be taught his place in the team. he’s not going to suffer another George for however long it takes for him to finally get his title, Christ.

somehow he learns that Kimi is a virgin. maybe he eavesdrops on random rookie gossip. maybe Toto tells him. maybe Kimi admits it, embarrassed, when Max makes some kind of double entendre. but Max finds out. and he decides to use it to show Kimi that’s he’s nothing compared to Max. To put his mark on Kimi so that no matter who fucks him in the future, Max will ALWAYS have done it FIRST.

kind of like Charles and the wdc, huh.

Max lays it on thick for Kimi. supports him, throws him a bone in his post-race interviews. Max never does this for anyone, so Kimi must be really special right? that’s how Kimi feels. that’s how Max needs Kimi to feel.

so after Australia 2025, when max climbs down from the second step of the podium, he meets Kimi at the afterparty. he pours gin-tonics down Kimi’s throat, holds his neck— much slimmer than Max’s own, or Charles’s, or any other racer with real experience— and feels him swallow down mouthful after mouthful of liquor. he takes kimi to the nightclub bathroom and bites that wimpy little neck as he wraps a hand around Kimi’s cock. Tugs him off right there.

afterwards, drunk and confused, Kimi offers to suck him off in exchange.

Max smiles sharply and says, ‘have you done it before?’ and Kimi shakes his head and apologizes and says he can get more experience, and then the next time they hook up he can do it really well for him.

but Max is like ‘no, absolutely not. i don’t want you spoiled by someone else when i can have you first.’

but he tells Kimi not to suck him. instead, he wants to fuck Kimi.

‘now?’ Kimi looks really intimidated, but Max knows he’s into it.

Max tells him no, not now. he’ll fuck Kimi the next time Max wins a race.

Bahrain 2025: Max pulls a win out of that fucking car. he fucks Kimi in his private jet’s toilet. it’s impersonal and intimate and degrading in a way that absolutely has Kimi hooked.

as for Max: he only feels a little bad about it.

[orcelito]

Sasuke is Out! Sasuke is Doing things! What will Sasuke do?! I have no idea!!! I've never gotten this far in the story before, so I have no idea how things are going from here!!!! But Sasuke is Loose!!!!!!

Quoting this post to myself as I see Sasuke walking around and doing things. I haven't seen this guy do anything in like a hundred episodes. It's so exciting

[flowerakatsuka]

thinking about yakuza wolf!kurokara and how i set them up as tragic former lovers, but also their " meetcute " in the au is kuroba decking karamatsu square in the face.

[specialgradefckr]

thinking about bullying nerd!gojo.

shoving him against lockers. punching him in the arm, tripping him whenever he walks past, throwing his textbooks in the trash.

you sneer at him for being a nerd (you're in the same advanced classes), steal his fancy bento box lunches, make him carry your books between classes, even force him to be your errand boy.

he's asking for it, really. with those stupid digimon keychains on his bag -

"how did you know it's digimon?" "shut the fuck up, nerd."

his anime stickers -

"neon genesis evangelion? how can you like that anime? all the characters are so messed up!" "hehe, asuka best girl~"

and how he loaded up his stupid fancy walkman exclusively with anime openings -

"you wanna listen?" "no! hand it over to me or i'm telling the teacher."

nerd!satoru gojo who could very easily fight you off.

even though he's a bean pole (as you frequently point out), he's a lot stronger than you realize - hidden by his long sleeves and sweater vests and loose ("comfortable!") clothing.

oh, he plays weak in front of you. suguru gets a real kick out of it, but you're not any nicer to him.

"satoru, what the hell are you doing? just walk past."

you shoot the goth a scathing glare, "nobody asked you, edgelord freak."

"at least i have a style," suguru bites back. he's more than used to getting looks.

"yeah, and it's shit. fuck off."

"you-"

suguru is about to release an especially pointed remark on your lack of friends, perceived financial status, and general shitty personality that somehow managed to be worse than his idiot best friends', but satoru gives him an absolutely withering glare. icy.

"yeah, suguru," he parrots, "fuck off."

"you shut up!" you snap immediately, "i wasn't done with you!"

suguru doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.

this song and dance has been going on for years now, and you're all seniors.

"oh! yeah, of course, sorry," satoru beams at you, "you wanted to study together after school?"

you'd been threatening him to hand over his homework.

suguru supposes, in satoru's deranged mind, oversaturated with media references and calculus formulas, this might sound like a date.

"fine," you snap in exasperation, "however the hell you want to do it. just be there, all right?"

"of course! i'd never let you down!" he's nodding eagerly as you huff, release his collar, and stalk away.

"wait up!" satoru whines, gathering his books and trailing after you like a dumb puppy.

"fucking keep up, nerd, i'm not slowing down for you," you say, as you slow down for him.

for fuck's sake. it's a miracle two people this dense could even meet each other, and somehow, you're both in advanced classes.

if you don't fuck by the end of the school year, suguru thinks he's actually going to die.

[hyabbstay]

just a little bit - c.s.b. & c.y.j.

yeonjun x afab!reader x soobin

genre: smut (minors DO NOT INTERACT!)

content warning: porn without plot, threesome, afab!reader, jun and soob take turns, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (WRAP it before u tap it pLS) oral sex (m & f receiving), masturbation (m), voyeurism, lots of bodily fluids, sloppy seconds, pussy slapping, recording, choi soobin has a big dick, slight objectification, soobin calls reader a slut while yeonjun calls reader sweetheart LOL, lmao yeonjun is more romantic than soob here he might be a little in love, pussydrunk!soob, yeonbin bickering, sexual tension if you squint, probably forgot some just let me know, NOT PROOFREAD it's like 5am here and im tired

wc: 3.1k

song rec: just a little bit by kids of 88 (hello teen wolf fans!)

･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.

"That's it, take Yeonjun's cock like a good slut."

"F-fuck," the older man threw his head back at the way you clenched around his girthy cock, hot, slick, and greedy. He rolled his hips into yours, making you cry out through your panties stuffed in your mouth to muffle your moans. "Seriously, we can't just be friends anymore after this - ah - I'll lose my shit thinking about your pussy all day."

From his seat by the dresser, Soobin tightened his grip on his stiff cock, already leaking precum. He watched Yeonjun's cock slam in and out of your pussy. The older man liked to pull out completely, drag his length along your clit until you whined helplessly, then ram it back in, punching a cry out of you. Soobin licked his lips and listened to the symphony of his best friends' sweat slicked skin smacking against each other, the squelches each time Yeonjun's cock pummeled your wet hole, your muffled whining, and Yeonjun's pornographic moans.

Soobin found it delicious to watch, but he couldn't deny he wanted to ruin you just as badly as Yeonjun did, too. Raw you like an animal in heat, abuse your wet pussy and fill it deep, dripping with a mix of his and Yeonjun's hot semen.

You ripped the panties from your mouth and began gasping loudly. Yeonjun could feel your hot cavern pulsate around his length, locking him in a vice-like grip. His hips began to stutter, erratic in his movement. Soobin leaned forward just slightly. He knew what was coming and decided to edge himself a little bit, letting go of his dripping cock. As he slowly licked the slick off of his palm, Soobin suppressed his eyes from rolling back, watching the scandalous scene unfold in front of him.

Yeonjun’s mouth hung open in ecstasy, eyes shut tight, reveling in the sensation of your pussy clenching around him.

“So,” pant, “fucking,” pant, “good.” Your best friend punctuated each word with a powerful thrust, allowing streak after thick streak of cum to coat your walls. You could’ve sworn the intensity of your orgasm drove you insane. Warm and sticky fluid flooded your hole, covering his cock and meeting his release. Your legs and thighs buzzed with pleasure, and your hole felt so raw. The sensation in your womb was both sensual and dirty. So filthy.

“What a filthy slut,” Soobin groaned, sucking in air through clenched teeth. “You like being pounded by your best friend’s cock?”

Lost in pleasure while Yeonjun fucks the remainder of his semen into you, you manage to let out a weak “Yeah.”

The man behind you slows his thrusts and eventually slips out of you. Soobin looks up at him, and they exchange sly looks. Soobin stands up, shucking off the rest of his clothes, leaving his cock proudly on display. You were in huge trouble.

“Wanna make it two of your best friends’ cocks? Gonna let me fill you up with my cum, too?” Soobin leaned in close, eyes dark, and spanked your ass. You screamed in surprise, feeling Yeonjun’s cum drip out of you and onto the sheets.

“Answer me, slut.”

“Y-yes,” you groaned, glassy eyes begging him to cream inside you, “I w-want all your cum in m-my pussy, Bin-ah.”

Yeonjun was spent. He moved to the chair and reached for his phone. You had an inkling of what was going to happen next.

“Jun-ah,” Soobin called while manhandling you onto your back, not caring about the cum that poured out of your hole, “get back here and take a video of your mess first.”

Yeonjun hummed and sauntered over, phone in hand with the flash on. Both men pushed your thighs apart, leaving your dripping snatch exposed. “So wet and full of my cum,” the older man watched the screen closely as three of Soobin’s fingers invaded your hole, fucking the slick back inside. He slapped your pussy, earning a moan from you. Smrking, he did it again, watching the strings of your arousal stretch out as he pulled his hand away. You whined out his name, embarrassed by the wet sounds coming from your folds.

“Bin, I ate her out earlier before you walked in,” Yeonjun smirked. “She’s so fucking tasty, exactly like we imagined.”

Shit, how long have these two been planning to get in your pants? Since you started coming over to their apartment? Since you accidentally flashed them at the pool? That one spin the bottle game where you had to make out with Yeonjun?

Or that incident at the movie theater where you caught Soobin touching himself through his pants during a sex scene? You moaned, remembering that smirk he gave you back then and the way he continued palming his cock.

If you’d gotten the hint back then, you could’ve been cumming on their cocks much sooner.

“‘M gonna eat this pussy out first, dyin’ to taste you.” Soobin hasn’t gotten started yet, but his words slightly slurred together, as if he was already pussydrunk by the thought of drowning in your arousal. He flattened his tongue and licked a fat stripe from your hole to your clit. He hummed as he savored your slick fluids coating his tongue, while you cried out like a bitch in heat. Fuck their neighbors; you were getting the best head of your life tonight.

“Still dripping so much after being used as Junnie’s cumdump?” Soobin tutted, “You’re insatiable.”

His head disappeared between your legs as he began sucking on your hole, as if trying to drink up the filthy mixture of yours and Yeonjun’s cum. You screamed when he stuck his tongue inside and forced the wet muscle to explore your pussy. Yeonjun had to switch hands to hold the camera steady and place the other hand on your abdomen to keep you from thrashing around in pleasure. His best friend was too pussy-drunk to mind you pulling his hair, thirsty for more of his tongue action.

“Y/N’s so greedy,” Yeonjun remarked. “Soobin, wanna teach her a lesson?”

The younger man only responded by withdrawing his tongue and laving it over your clit before sucking wetly.

He scooped up the dripping mix of arousal from your hole and pulled out his soaked digits to hold them up for his friend, all the while keeping his hot tongue on you. Yeonjun hungrily wrapped his plump lips around Soobin’s fingers, suckling on them lightly to get a taste of yours and his own cum. Admittedly, you would’ve enjoyed the erotic scene of the two men if it weren't for Soobin’s relentless attack on your folds. Each stripe that he pressed onto your sensitive snatch brought you closer to the edge. 

Yeonjun let go of the other’s fingers with a lewd pop and resumed filming the same fingers plunging inside you again.

The older man watched in amusement, eyes drifting to see your fucked out expression, body covered in sweat from fucking him earlier. You met his piercing gaze. He slowly moved the phone towards you, recording your sorry state for them to beat their cocks to later. Much to your surprise, he delicately brushed a strand of hair away from your sweaty forehead. The loving gesture reminded you for a split second that you were close friends.

Close friends that somehow ended up this way.

The sweet gesture was quickly swept away by the sight of Yeonjun licking his lips. He watched you with blown pupils and spoke.

“Who’s making you feel this good, baby? Hm?” He asked in a low voice, tongue grazing the shell of your ear.

“Y-you!" you moaned, hips grinding into Soobin’s face. His moan sent vibrations through your pussy. “You and S-Soobin-ah! So good I’m gonna cum!”

“Then cum.” 

At that, Soobin, who had been carefully tracing little circles on your bundle of nerves, latched his lips onto your clit and resumed his frenzied sucking while pounding his fingers into your slick. He shook his head from side to side, the movement intensifying the rough drag of his tongue on you. The salacious squelching, lewd moans, and smell of sex permeated the air again. You screamed brokenly while creaming all over his mouth. Yeonjun held the camera right above the both of you, capturing the sexual act in all its glory.

You tried to make eye contact with the camera, but Soobin’s persistent licking at your spent folds kept your eyes rolling back so much you thought they would get stuck that way.

You came down from your high, and Soobin polished off his meal, greedily sucking every last drop from your hole and his own fingers. Fuck, your best friends could keep your legs twitching for days on end. You wouldn’t mind that one bit.

Damn, you need both of them in you.

Soobin was a mess. His bangs stuck to his forehead from the sweat and juices on his face, but his gaze was eager, showing no signs of fatigue from your earlier activities.

“Time for my cock, babe. Take it like the slut you are, alright? I’ll make it fit.” He gripped his length and pumped it, lining it up with your hole before entering you.

The stretch was incredible. Without a doubt, he was thicker than Yeonjun. It was as if you felt every ridge, every vein that bulged from his dick as he sank further and further into you. When he bottomed out, Soobin could hardly hold himself back from pulling back and slamming in.

Embarrassingly, you heard the squelch of your juices as Soobin adjusted his position while you got accustomed to the size of his cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned “Gonna fuck you stupid on my cock, slut.”

And he began pummeling into you a lot more forcefully than Yeonjun did. His technique was desperate, messy, and a little insane. You had half a mind to be a little scared that he might break you.

“Fuck! S’big and so good, Soobin!”

Still sensitive, you moaned out his name. He satisfied his oral fixation by sealing his lips over your tit, moaning into your burning flesh. His thrusts were fast and harsh, barely giving you time to breathe, so you had no choice but to bask in the sensation of Soobin’s dick abusing your pussy.

The wet sounds of your skin meeting were also affecting Yeonjun, who began groaning like a pornstar again. His other hand traveled to his now fully hard cock and began stroking again, his eyes flickering between the scene recorded on the screen and reality. The older man fixed his gaze on the sight of you and Soobin’s hips meeting. He watched it all—the way his cock disappeared into your cunt, the wetness that accumulated around his friends’ lower halves as you both kept meeting each other's thrusts.

The way Soobin speared you on his cock like a toy, he treated you like his personal cumdump. He released your tits from his mouth and joined Yeonjun in watching his dick plunging into your heat, each time emerging a lot wetter than the last.

In between pants, Soobin said something that made you clench harder around his pulsating length, “Yeonjunnie, fuck her mouth. Make her take both of us at once.”

At least Yeonjun had the decency to ask you, “Would you like that, baby? Want me to cum down your throat, too?”

Halfway through a moan, you nodded furiously. It took too much energy to form coherent words, but you tried for him.

“P-please,” you choked out, “Wan’ it in my m-mouth.”

“Good girl,” Yeonjun praised, positioning your head so you hung slightly from the edge of the bed. You watched with lidded eyes as he collected his arousal from the tip with the hand that wasn’t holding the phone and stroked himself with it. He tapped his veiny cock against your waiting lips. “Gonna pump my cum down your throat now, beautiful.”

Eagerly, you wrapped your lips around the older man’s tip, giving it a little suck before allowing him to thrust the rest of his length down your hot mouth. Both the taste of your cum and his from earlier still lingered on his skin, and you moaned around him as you realized this. You took into your hands what your mouth couldn’t take, twisting them while relaxing your muscles to take him deeper. 

Yeonjun barely captured your sinful position on camera before he dropped his phone, sending it clattering to the floor.

They should really set up a tripod next time.

Next time.

He quickly became erratic in his movements. He couldn’t believe his wettest, wildest dreams came true tonight. He threw his head back in ecstasy while you swallowed him whole, sweat running down his chest and the sides of his face.

Fuck, fuck, and what if he looked at his best friend right now-

Soobin, still pummeling relentlessly into your battered cunt, stared right back at him. They held eye contact while thrusting into both your holes, chests heaving from the pleasure that drowned their hot bodies and addled their lust-ridden minds. For them, nothing else existed in this moment except for the sound of their skin repeatedly coming in contact with your holes, the squelch of juices and spit, the scent of sex, the buzz that lit their lower halves on fire, and the humid air that sent perspiration dripping down their bodies to your equally spent one.

“Think you can last longer than me, Jun-ah?” The younger challenged, pulling out almost completely then slamming back into you forcefully. You whined around Yeonjun’s cock.

“Huh,” the older huffed, “I’ll even let her ride me after this, then I’ll fuck her in front of that mirror Y/N and I bought together over there.”

Soobin spared the dirty floor-length mirror a glance, “Yeah? You’re nasty. I could guess how many times your conceited ass came all over that thing.”

Yeonjun’s hand found its way to your throat, groaning when he saw the slight outline of his cock. “You’re nastier, Bin-ah. You hide Y/N’s sweaters whenever she comes over and cum all over them at night, dirty perv.”

Again, you let out another moan and desperately humped against Soobin’s hips, trying to get his dick deeper into you. All the dirty confessions they’re making in front of you made you gush out more juices. Soobin clicked his tongue and suddenly pulled out of you, taking a moment to appreciate the sticky strings of arousal that connected his member to your cunt. You whined at the loss of contact and Yeonjun was quick to thrust that down your throat again.

Meanwhile, Soobin pushed your knees up to your chest and aligned his cock with your entrance.

“Little slut wants more?” He sneered, “I’ll give you more, then. We’ve got all night.”

He sheathed his cock in the deepest he could go, invading your folds once more and pushing your juices in. Soobin let out the hottest, most desperate moan he’s made so far and began panting again. His hips moved at a rapid pace, causing clear-white fluid to form around where the base of his cock and your pussy met. You could feel the wetness spread further on your thighs and pour onto Yeonjun’s sheets.

The older man watched this development greedily, pulling out of you momentarily to give you room to rest and moan loudly as Soobin abused your leaking hole. Seeking leverage, you felt around until your hand found Yeonjun’s thigh. He grabbed your tits, pinching your nipples and rolling them in his fingers, causing them to harden. You sobbed, grasping at his thigh tighter.

“Yeonjunnie,” you gasped, “c-cock…”

He quickly complied, pushing his hips back into your mouth to receive the pleasure your tongue and cheeks gave him. 

You moaned around Yeonjun’s cock, but you could hear the latter scoff at the statement.

Soobin delivered a harsh slap to your ass, making you impossibly tighter, your juices and tightness simultaneously sucking him in and pushing him out.

“Fuck, baby, your cunt’s so greedy ‘n hot.” He groaned, “Gonna stuff this pussy day and night so it’ll never be empty, you like that?”

It’s always a competition between these two, you thought.

“I’m close, sweetheart,” Yeonjun panted, pushing back his sweaty hair to bask in the feeling of you swallowing his dick. “Take it like the good girl you are, hm? Give me another thing to think about every night.”

Soobin’s mouth hung open in pleasure, but he still had the energy to roll his eyes at the older man. He began to indulge you in more dirty talk.

“What a complete slut. Already came around Junnie and me several times but can still give us more, hm? Gonna fucking pound this pussy until all you can cum around is our cocks, right?”

He laid his palm on your abdomen and used his thumb to draw figures on your clit. You keened.

Coupled with his erratic thrusts, thumb motions, and Yeonjun’s fingers on your pebbled nipples, you were suddenly flooded with a white-hot pleasure. Your body thrashed around to no avail as your two best friends held you in place. 

The three of you were a sight to behold. Yeonjun’s cock twitched in your mouth, and he released thick spurts of cum in you as you moaned around him, letting him coat your tongue with his essence. You did your best to swallow, although you began to choke from the pleasure Soobin was giving you below.

The younger man ruthlessly snapped his hips into your wetness, ropes of cum shooting into your hole and kissing your cervix for the second time that night, filling you up with his hot semen. His moans came from deep within his chest, and you found that incredibly hot. You couldn’t see his face but imagined his blissed-out expression from emptying his balls in you.

In the middle if it all, your cunt met Soobin’s cum with your own, clenching uncontrollably while struggling to take in the semen Yeonjun spilled in your mouth. Each spurt into both your holes brought you closer to blacking out from the sheer pleasure.

The three of you relished in the sounds and sensations of your orgasms, the room a mess of moans and cries and squelches. Once they pulled out, your exhausted bodies went slack. Both men fell to either side of you on the bed, heaving deep breaths. Still abuzz with the effects of your orgasm, you became aware of yours and Soobin’s cum seeping out of your abused pussy. You could still feel the warm cum smeared on your chin, courtesy of Yeonjun.

On your left, the culprit quietly laughed and reached over to stroke your hair, “That was intense, baby. You okay?” he whispered, “Soobin did a number on you.”

You grinned weakly, “Says the one who first pulled me in here to eat me out.”

“Hey,” Soobin suddenly said, “We should do this again.”

“How soon?” Yeonjun smirked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You felt Soobin’s hand on your thigh, getting closer to your still-sensitive core.

There’s your answer.

[himbosandhardwear]

Steddie I 2.1k I different first meeting I modern au I one sided enemies to lovers I rated T

“I mean, if looking like a dyke is the goal, you're nailing it,” Steve tells Robin as she holds the phone back to showcase her date outfit. “Change the belt, I think-”

He hears a throat clear behind him and spins around to find Eddie the bar manager standing behind him, a blank face and closed off body language.

“Shit,” he mumbles. “Rob, I have to go. I'll text you after work.” He hangs up on her and stuffs his phone into his back pocket. “Sorry about that. Hi, you must be Eddie.” He holds out his hand to shake but Eddie just looks at it. He lowers it, the sting of rejection biting low in his stomach. “Um. Harvey said you just got back from a tour? That's cool.”

“Mmhmm.” He sniffs. “You're on garnish duty,” he says, cold and succinct, before turning away.

It's only Steve's third day behind the bar but he'd been slinging drinks with Rachel the night before. Barback duties are beneath him, he's got six years bartending experience. He doesn't want to complain though, not to Eddie who hated him on sight, and not during his first week.

They stay out of each other's way for the first half of the night, Steve relegated to the back, slicing limes and making the pre-mixes.

He's not used to being hated so thoroughly like this. Eddie hasn't uttered a word directly to Steve since sending him to the back, but he catches Eddie's eye a few times and it's like ice water down his back. The people-pleasing little boy in him wants to cry but he's a grown fucking man, he's not going to let this bother him. Just because he was looking forward to meeting Eddie, wanted to make a friend here, wanted to get to know the guy who managed the bar when he wasn't shredding across the country. Maybe if the owner hadn't talked Eddie up like he was the next Chris Martin…or whoever the metal equivalent of that would be. And, yeah, he'd seen the photos of Eddie, the Polaroids behind the bar of him with staff and guests, and thought he was stupid hot, with his tangled curls and the dimples, and maybe he'd had some inappropriate thoughts about his in absentia boss, and maybe he'd fantasized about flirting at the end of the night, and maybe-

Anyway, it's all good. Eddie doesn't owe him kindness or friendship or a single dimpled smile. Sometimes people just don't get along and that's okay.

“Your Fernet,” he mumbles as he sets the bottle at Eddie's elbow, head down like a dog that's used to booted feet. He feels like an idiot but Eddie's frosty demeanor feels like it's balanced on a knife's edge, like he could tip over into a blazing explosion if Steve says or does the wrong thing.

Eddie doesn't thank him, just snatches the bottle and walks away.

“You're welcome,” he snarks under his breath after Eddie's well away.

“Can I get a rum and coke?” A guy asks over the counter.

Steve hesitates. He's not welcome at the bar, Eddie has made that abundantly clear, but he wasn't hired as a barback, he's a bartender, so he smiles at the guy and starts making the drink. Eddie is busy at the other end of the bar anyway.

“You're new,” the guy says, making conversation as Steve works.

“Yeah, it's my first week.”

“You liking it so far?”

Steve glances down the bar, watching Eddie shake a cocktail like he's fucking Tom Cruise or something. His face lights up at something the woman he's talking to says and the crack of his laugh travels the length of the bar, punching Steve right in the stomach. His dimples are really something to see in motion.

“Jesus Christ, I wanna wrap you in tinsel.”

Steve whips his head back around. “Huh?”

The guy chuckles. “Because you're pining so hard. Get it? Pine-ing.”

Well shit. He deflates. “That obvious, huh?”

The guy accepts his drink with a shrug. “Maybe not to everyone but to a…certain demographic…” He gives Steve a little limp wristed wave, which makes Steve crack a laugh.

“I'm Steve, by the way,” he holds out his hand, which the guy takes easily, unlike some people.

“Cary, like Cary Grant.”

“Or Cary Elwes.”

“Exactly.” He leans a ways over the bar and mumbles, “Don't look but your boy is watching us.”

Steve forces his body to not stiffen up. “Does he look mad?”

“No. Confused if anything. Pretend like I just said the funniest thing you've ever heard.”

Steve, always down for shenanigans, tips his head back and fakes the loudest howl he can without being too over the top.

“Oh, you're good. He's got his eye on you, doll. Make the most of it.”

Steve leans into the shared space, eyes half-lidded. “I hope he's seething with jealousy. He could've had me six ways from Sunday but instead he decided to hate my guts at first sight.”

“What an absolute dumbass.” Cary reaches up and taps Steve's collarbone. “If I wasn't already taken, and you weren't pining like a Christmas tree, we could've ridden into the sunset together.”

“If only,” Steve agrees with a soft laugh.

“We're out of Matcha.”

Steve jumps out of his skin. Eddie is standing three inches from Steve's side, eyes burning into him like he just caught Steve keying his car.

“Make your own Matcha,” Cary snarks, “Steve and I are getting to know one another.”

Without breaking eye contact with Steve, he growls, “I think Tony, your fiance, would prefer it if Steve made the Matcha.”

Chills run down Steve's back and arms but he maintains composure. “On it, boss.”

He slips out from under Eddie's gaze, finger waving to Cary on his way back to the kitchen. He can hear Eddie chastising but he chooses to ignore him in favor of hyperventilating in the walk-in.

“What the fuck.”

Eyes like black flames, licking up the side of Steve's neck. Collarbones raising and lowering in the light of the bar as his chest moved with each breath. Hands clenched at his sides, white knuckled.

That wasn't cold at all.

He moves on autopilot for the rest of his shift. Eddie doesn't talk to him again but Steve can feel his eyes on the back of his neck, raising the hairs and keeping him from forgetting Eddie’s existence.

Towards the end of his shift, just before midnight, he hears Robin calling his name from the bar. He comes out of the kitchen, happy to see her waving him over, excited to introduce her date. He probably shouldn't encourage this behavior, it's his first week after all, but the restaurant is closing and the bar is empty.

“Hey, you must be Chrissy,” he greets the petite woman at Robin's side, takes her tiny hand in his and gives it a firm shake. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Same! I couldn't believe it when Robin said you'd just started here. Like, it's a crazy coincidence.”

He cocks his head but before he can ask, Eddie comes bounding over from the other side of the bar and lifts Chrissy up off her stool, swinging her in a circle while she shrieks with laughter.

“Apparently Eddie is her best friend,” Rob fills him in, sort of unnecessary at this point. Steve wouldn't have been able to imagine Eddie looking so happy, he'd been so sour faced all night. Even when he'd been laughing with the customer earlier, it was only a fraction of this.

“Tell me everything,” Chrissy is saying after he puts her down. “Last I heard you loved Cleveland and hated Boston, which I maintain is insane.”

“And I maintain you didn't have to navigate the Boston roadways with Boston drivers,” Eddie argues, still grinning. “But it was great. Exhausting but…yeah, fucking awesome.”

“I'm so proud of you, Eds. You deserve it.”

He actually fucking blushes, which is devastating to Steve's crush. Just devastating.

“Shut up,” he mumbles. “Oh, sorry, you must be Robin. Thanks for bringing Chris to see me.” He shakes her hand, not hating her on sight, Steve notes.

“No problem, but I didn't, she brought me here to see the Dingus.” At Eddie's confused look she throws a thumb back at Steve, who waves.

“Yeah, hi. Your best friend is dating my best friend. Sorry. Guess that means you're stuck with me.”

His frown doesn't abate with this explanation.

“Because they're lesbians. She's gonna have me helping her move into Chrissy’s place in, like, a week.”

“Shut up!” Robin reaches across the bar to slap the shit out of his arm and then tosses a lemon wedge at him when he jumps back out of swinging range. Chrissy giggles at them.

“Knock it off, I worked hard on those.” He picks the wedge up off the floor and tosses it into the trash. Three points.

When he looks back up, Eddie is staring at him, wide eyed.

“Oh.��

“Oh?” Steve questions.

“Ohhh.” He presses his wrists into his eye sockets.

Steve looks at Robin and Chrissy in confusion but they're both as lost as him.

“I'm an asshole.” He hasn't removed his hands yet.

“Yes,” Chrissy agrees immediately, “what did you do, Eddie?”

He finally looks up at Steve, who takes a step back, involuntarily. They stare at one another for thirty seconds. Or two days. He's not sure.

“Eddie?” Chrissy prompts again.

“I-” He turns around and walks away.

Chrissy rushes after him and yanks him back. They get into a tug match, which Chrissy wins, somehow.

“I love her,” Robin mumbles.

“I fucking said. Less than a week.”

She slides a look his way, one that reads ‘Like you're any better.’ He shouldn't have told her about his plan to seduce his boss, who he hadn't even met yet.

“Whatever you did, you apologize right now,” Chrissy commands to a pouting Eddie.

Steve stands there, eyebrows up, as Eddie grumbles an apology that would do an eleven year old Dustin proud.

“What is happening right now?” He wonders aloud.

Eddie folds his arms across his chest, his black button down stretching across his shoulders beautifully. “I heard your conversation with Robin earlier. You said something about her looking like a dyke and…I made an assumption on the kind of person you were. And I was an asshole to you because of it. I'm sorry.”

“Oh,” Steve whispers in understanding. A weight lifts off his chest. “Fuck. That's hilarious.” He can't stop the giggles from erupting.

“Okay, in my defense, most straight guys don’t get a pass.”

Steve and Robin look at each other and crack up. He wants to ask what Eddie thinks was going on with Cary if he assumed Steve was straight but Robin shrieks, “You think I would hang out with a straight man!”

“Hey! You did hang out with me when I thought I was straight!”

She shakes her head like a smug asshole. “Debatable. You've always been a lil fruity. Tommy H? Whatever that was with Billy? C'mon.”

Steve takes a turn at slapping her. When he looks back up, he finds Eddie looking at him like a kid who just found coal in his stocking, dark eyes wet and bottom lip desperately trying not to pout.

“Holy shit, stop making that face,” Steve begs.

“I can't.”

Chrissy leans up on her knees, wobbling precariously on the stool, to physically push his lip back where it belongs. He smacks her hand away and then puts his own back up to his eyes, pushing hard.

“This is divine punishment. The universe sensed I was too happy so they sent you to test me. Big fat F, just like always,” he mumbles, nonsensically.

Steve looks to Chrissy to translate.

She puts a finger to her chin, looks between the two of them, and then concludes, “He thinks you're hot and that he ruined his chances by being a prick.”

“Chrissy!” Eddie's shriek puts Robin's to shame.

But he's not denying it.

Steve makes extremely pointed eye contact with Robin and says, “It's getting late. Eddie and I have to close the bar. You should see Chrissy home.”

She nods, slow and then quick, as the message lands.

“Yes! Yes, let's get going. Leave these guys to…close the bar.”

Smooth.

They giggle the entire way out the door but Steve ignores them. Eddie is staring again, dark eyes pinning him to the mirror behind the bar.

“I was going to ask earlier but I didn't think it was appropriate…”

Eddie swallows, throat bobbing. “Ask what?”

“What's the company policy on fraternization?”

As a former jock, Steve is thoroughly impressed by Eddie's form as he vaults the bar.

[mattybsgroupie]

— BETTER

— established (slightly toxic) relationship; fighting; cursing; slight angst; brief mention of smoking; praising; fingering (f receiving); p in v; creampie; soft dom!matt

— NOTES: fuck i got horny writing this and yes im feeling submissive and breedable tn so shhhh! i think we all need a break from all the kink shit on this blog right? been wanting to write a more vanilla, sweet, slow sex and anon requested make up sex so! not proofread, i apologize for any mistakes ♡ hope you enjoy it, let me know ur thoughts!

★ requested by anon ★

you stomped through the front door, taking a deep breath as the cold breeze brushed across your cheeks. you leaned against a random car parked nearby, left hand frantically searching for a pack of cigarettes into your pockets. folding your palm, you lighted the object in between your fingers, inhaling the warm smoke before releasing through your nose in a tired sigh. 

the sound of wood creaking slowly took over the silent street. you didn’t have to turn around to know how it was — matt’s careful footsteps were always recognizable. he stopped in front of you, crossing his arms. “what the fuck is up with you today?” matt raised his voice, watching as you inhaled once more. 

“what the fuck is up with you matt? my god, get a fucking grip” you mumbled, looking away from him. your free hand went to the top of your head, gently pulling your own hair, trying to relieve your headache somehow. matt clicked his tongue before huffing. he was getting angry and you could tell by the slight change in his tone, his voice getting raspier and louder.

“weren’t you busy with your friends? kissing chris and shit?” he hissed, the sudden accusation making you gasp. you threw your cigarette away, twisting your foot against it and walking towards matt’s direction. “fuck you!” you pointed your index and him, pushing your own finger against his chest. 

as you spilled your words, tears started to form in the corners of your eyes. you and matt had been bickering for a while, especially because none of you had time to be alone. you both needed and missed each other deeply, but frustrations took over and the words would come out too rough. 

“no, fuck you! what the fuck do you want from me?!” matt pointed back at you with his tattoed arm. you sighed in annoyance, a knot forming on the back of your throat. “leave me alone.” you managed to speak, leaning your body against the car. you raised your palm towards your face in a failed attempt to stop your tears from falling down. 

matt chuckled, clicking his tongue once again. “great, now you’re gonna fucking cry” he rolled his eyes and scratched his beard. deep down, you wished matt would stop talking. you wanted him to hug you, to tell you everything was gonna be alright — but he kept going. “why don’t you fucking ask chris to come here calm you down, huh? does he know how to do that? does he even know the things you go through? cause i was there, every single time. every fucking breakdown you had i was there to take care of you.” each word that came out of matt’s mouth felt like a punch in your stomach, and you could no longer pretend you didn’t care, starting to sob. 

“babe” he called, voice in a lower tone, trying to ease his own feelings. “stop. look at me, please”. you could feel the warmth of his body growing closer to you, his digits gently touching your wrist and removing your hand from your face. matt caressed your cheek with your thumb, wiping away your tears.

“let’s just forget this, yeah? let’s go back inside and we can talk later or tomorrow if you feel like it. can we do that?” he asked, opening his arms for a hug, allowing you to hide on his chest. you snuggled closer, sniffing against his shirt. “i don’t wanna go back” 

matt chuckled lightly, his large hand scratching your back in circular motions as he placed a kiss on the top of your hair. “‘m sorry. i always fuck things up with you, even when i don’t mean to” he said, tightening the hug as you tried to pull away, playfully punching his chest. his hug immediately washed your anxiety away, and you felt safe again. matt offered you his hand, interlocking your fingers and leading the way back inside the house. 

matt locked the bedroom door and placed his hands on your waist, pressing your back against the wall. your smudged make-up caused matt to smirk, and he leaned in to kiss the mascara smeared across your cheek. he continued to shower your face with smooches, lingering over your jaw and releasing a heavy sigh before slowly pressing his lips against your sweet spot. he proceeded to kiss your neck, nibbling on your skin and pushing his own hips against yours.

your fingers went to his brown strands, tugging at his scalp, making matt groan. “nhng, i miss you so much” he muffled, letting go of you and sitting on the edge of the mattress, patting his own thigh, a silent plead for you to join him.

you sat on matt’s lap as he held you by the waist. you nuzzled against the crook of his neck, happy to finally have some time alone with your boyfriend “been so long hm?” he said and you nodded, feeling his hands travel across your back all the way down to your ass. matt stopped there, gently palming your flesh and whispering “i’m sorry, princess. i’ve been so bad to you right?”.

you pouted, looking at him with puppy eyes. “i know, i know” matt repeated, his sneaky fingers reaching the hem of your shirt. “let me make it up to you hm? my beautiful, beautiful girl”, he said as he started to remove your clothes. you had nothing underneath your tee, letting your breasts hang loose as soon as matt removed the piece.

matt placed his palms on your chest, massaging your boobs and smirking before latching his lips around your nipple, his tongue quickly flickering against your hardened nub. goosebumps took over your skin — matt and you hadn’t been intimate in a while, every touch felt like the first one.

“matt” you moaned when he squeezed one of your tits a bit too hard. you could feel matt’s hardened cock pressing against your covered cunt, your panties completely drenched. “matty, please” you whimpered, begging for some attention where you needed the most.

“hm?” his blue orbs looked up at you, waiting for you to continue. “use your big girl words yeah? what do you want, princess?” you pouted once more at his request. you hated speaking up, especially when matt knew exactly what you wanted.

“it’s… it’s starting to hurt” you said, glancing at where your parts met. you couldn’t help but bite your lower lip as you watched matt’s bulge gradually moving underneath you. he was just as needy. “please, i need your cock” you spoke, a pink tone taking over your cheeks.

“oh yeah? that pretty pussy misses my cock?” he repeated, inflating his own ego. you nodded and matt scratched his beard before hugging you by the waist and flipping your body, laying your back against the mattress. “haven’t been inside you in so long” he continued, holding his weight with his elbows, positioning himself in between your thighs.

“think it’s gonna fit?” you moaned at the question, receiving a smirk from matt. he removed his own shirt and proceeded to take your shorts, pulling it down along with your panties, revealing your bare pussy. “yeah, i think she needs to be stretched out first right?”

“mhm, please” you whined desperately, adjusting yourself as matt finished undressing, standing fully on his knees. his cock was throbbing, pre-cum leaked from his slit, covering his veins. he pumped his dick a few time, gathering just enough of his stickiness to coat two of his fingers.

matt dragged his digits between your folds and you could feel him placing both fingers on your hole, teasing it before sliding the first one in. your oozing juices made it easier for him, and in a few seconds matt was already able to add another one. you let your mouth hang open as you felt yourself getting fuller, matt’s long fingers moving inside you.

“already taking me so well” he praised. “my good girl, gon’ make you feel so good” matt continued to thrust his fingers, your grip on the sheets getting tighter as you felt the pressure on your lower belly starting to grow.

“please please please” you cried out loud. of course his fingers felt good, but you knew if he hit your spot, it was over. and you wanted to cum around his cock, you wanted to feel it deep inside you, touching your cervix, opening you up.

matt understood your whines and chuckled, removing his fingers from you. he positioned himself between your legs, wrapping his knuckles around his shaft and bringing it near your pussy. matt pushed his tip on your clit, rubbing it slowly before returning to your hole. he held your thighs apart, gradually burying his cock in you. you couldn’t help but moan loudly — matt was huge. “fuck you’re so fucking tight” he gasped, feeling your walls squeezing him.

“like a virgin all over again hm?” he said, letting you adjust to his size. you nodded desperately. matt filled you up so perfectly, his veins pumping against you as his tip oozed pre-cum. “lookin’ so fucking perfect around my cock”

he began to move his hips forward, lazily dragging his dick in and out of your pussy. “matt, please, ‘m so close” you breathed out, one of your hands tangling on his hair while the other one scratched his back, trying to get him closer somehow.

“don’t need to ask baby” matt chocked on a moan, his own high approaching. “wanna see you cumming all over my cock, my perfect girl”.

“‘m gonna cum!” you cried, throwing your head back as your orgasm washed over you. your whole body trembled as you squeezed matt even tighter, which helped him reach his own high. as you were still cumming, matt suddenly released his thick, white spurt inside you.

matt slowed the pace of his thrusts as he finished inside of you, his body collapsing over yours. with a heavy sigh, he tilted his head, looking at you with puppy eyes. “kissy?” he asked and you chuckled, sealing your lips together in a tender, sweet kiss.

“feel better?” he asked and you nodded, silently thanking him. “promise i’m never gonna let this happen again, if we have a problem we’re gonna fuck it out.”

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HOW YOUR FIRST TIME / SEX WITH WBB PLAYERS STARTED

Finally added jana on my HC omg my pussy is shaking

PAIGE BUECKERS

you moaned thru the kiss, paige was grasping on your ass. it was all overwhelming and exciting, hooking up with a stranger was not on you list. the two of you had been stealing glances throughout the party, the stares that had deep lust in it.

paige not able to resist anymore made a very short conversation with you and followed up with her saying "wanna fuck?" and thats how you ended up here.

she bit your neck leaving dark bruises on your skin, when shes about to reach your cunt you leaned back making her look at you.

"whats wrong?" paige asked stopping all her movements. "can you be gentle? its my first time." you confessed looking up at her, paige stayed silent for a second then she let out a amused smirk.

"your a virgin? and its all mine? fuck, let me take you to my place first baby."

CAITLIN CLARK

"what the fuck was that?" caitlin slammed the door shut walking over to you, as stressed as you look, caitlin decided to make it more worse.

"leave me alone caitlin." you muttured not having any energy, you felt weak since all eyes were on you earlier and you just did something stupid that also getting caught in trouble.

"i was kicked out the game because of you." she growled and you sighed. "i know im aware." you muttured not raising your voice.

she stepped closer eyes shooting daggers on you. "what? are you gonna punch me?" you asked looking over at her. she clicked her tounge scanning your face, and suddenly, she slammed her lips on yours, roughly.

she pulled away grabbing on your hair. "you need to show me your sorry." her voice was firm and serious.

JUJU WATKINS

This past few days, you haven't been getting any sleep, it was the end of your s.y and you thought you'll be having rest today, guess not.

juju has been taking very diferrent girls everyday in her dorm, basically fucking them senselessly, you kinda got used to the routine but it was tiring.

you opened this to her and she said she'll make it up to you, she did. but she needs to be in it.she suggested that the both of you watch some movie in her bed, but you just took it as a way of her apologizing.

right now the both of you are laying down besides each other, your back was pressed againsts juju's chest while you focused on the TV, so focused that you didn't feel juju's hand trailing on your thigh, getting higher.

when you noticed, your kinda shocked, but you ignored it, but now your waiting for what shes going to do next, but what she did is, she started kissing your neck. "i want you."

JANA EL ALFY

You caught jana staring at you again with those lost eyes, everytime you looked over at her, she was already staring at you, it wasn't even an issue but the way she was staring at you tells something.

not until staring was not the only one that is being shared. both of you are currently locked in a room at a party. you dont know how to two of you got here, kk asking for favor to get her tru fru upstairs, and jana was in this room, turns out they set the two of you up because honestly they have seen the way both of you look at each other.

"shit sorry— it wont budge." jana states looking over at you, and quickly looking away when your already staring. "those bitches." you muttured under your breath annoyed. "im gonna kill them i swear." you sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at the window, jana slowly looked over at you again and her eyes sticked to your exposed thighs your panty showing thru the short skirt. she sighed and sat down next to you.

jana took this chance to stare at you and scan your face "your so beatiful you know?" she muttured and you smiled cheeks heating up, the both of you looked at each other for a brief moment before jana took the courage to kiss you deeply, pinning you down on the bed.

AZZI FUDD

You and azzi have been following a firm rule "marriage before sex." the both of you respected each other and it wasn't something that your forced to follow.

but tonight was one of those nights where the both of you finally gets to explore one another. the room was dim, scented candles around and rose petals everywhere.

azzi kissed you passionately caressing your waist, azzi pulled away and rubbed your cheeks smiling. "are you sure your ready love?" azzi looked at you deeply and you nodded smiling. "just tell me if you start to feel uncomfy okay?" azzi commanded and you nodded. azzi pulled the string of your dress letting it slip down to your legs to the floor.

she placed soft kisses on your shoulder to your neck making you moan. " i love you so much my love." azzi muttured.

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You don't know why he's the most aggravating person you've ever come across. You barely even understand why he makes your skin crawl whenever he gives you that charming grin that has the corners of his eyes creasing in that boyish way that it does.

But God, do you wanna punch Wally in the throat.

You're pretty sure that it's because Wally wouldn't know a boundary if it looked him in his bare eye sockets. Frequently tossing his laundry in with yours, randomly rifling through your shit as he tries to find one of those strawberry sheet face masks that you stock up on and it's not farfetched to say that you could contemplate murder when Wally brushes past you, wearing the last ultra-rejuvenating mask with snail slime.

The mask itself is icky but the results is so not icky.

So you have to sit across from Wally at the briefing table while his skin glistens like that of a newborn baby's, invisible pores and glass skin. His hair frames his face so prettily, his T-shirt stretched tautly over his chest and he reclines in his seat, and you watch the fabric stretch even tighter.

It would be sexy.

If it wasn't one of your baggy and worn sleeping tops.

The bear on the front is a dead giveaway, the peeling image stares at you with pity as your hands clutch at the edge of the table. And you clear your throat.

"Wallace." You say his name with venom, your lips pursed so tightly because you know that with one wrong breath taken, you'll spring across this table and Wally just might not be fast enough.

"Yeah cutie?"

The nickname only makes you angrier. The way the words roll off his tongue. That exact same tongue that peeks out between his incisors when he smiles after pissing you off, the way his lips curl and furl with each syllable.

Looking at Wally is making you wanna choke him with his own chain.

"Why are you wearing my shirt?"

The others have already started to dissipate, filing out of the briefing room with wary glances towards the scene behind them because they know that there's no way Wally will speak that won't make you even madder.

"All my shirts are in the wash." He hums, rolling his broad shoulders as he relaxes even further in his seat, emerald eyes sparkling as he regards you.

"You know, you should really do your laundry. We're both running out of clothes."

And that's exactly what has you lunging across the table, scrambling like a cat scrambles towards prey and your manicured hands find purchase around his muscular neck, fingers pressing against his windpipe and you shake him violently.

"What—. Is—. Your—. Problem—. You. Cock. Sucking. Assh—..."

You're cut off when you see the way Wally looks up at you.

Like a fucking golden retriever waiting for a treat.

Staring up at you through his lashes, his glass skin even more aggravating up close because goddammit, that's supposed to be YOUR glass skin.

Muscular hands find your hips, thumbs brushing at the protruding bone through the fabric and you feel his throat bob beneath your palms.

And your heartbeat damn near goes erratic when Wally rocks his seat back, resting it on two legs and you slide further down his muscular thighs, finding purchase atop his rock hard and... Tangibly pulsing cock.

"Keep choking me, I'm almost there." He breathes out, face flushing with the lack of oxygen to his brain and you nearly screech, pulling your hands back and eagerly moving off Wally's lap.

"You're a sick, sick man, West!" You hiss, from the doorway because you needed to maximise the distance between you two, and fast. You point at him with an accusing finger, before storming off to your room, slamming the door shut behind you.

If Wally wants to play games, you'll play them right back at him.

It starts small.

You're walking around wearing T-shirts that could be mistaken for yours, but he knows.

Wally knows.

That stain at the edge of the shirt would never last so long if it was yours, you'd have either cropped the shirt or even bleached it. But you're wearing it.

You're wearing him.

And God, he just wants to wear you.

"You've gotta be fucking with me." Wally groans, eyes narrowed with the faintest hint of annoyance as he watches you trot into the shared kitchen, his T-shirt tucked into the front of band of your bra because the air conditioning is out and it's admittedly almost as hot as Jason Todd manspreading while reading a book.

But that's not what bothers him.

It's the boxers you're wearing as shorts. The waistband reading his name, because of course he labels his underwear and God, he's glad he does.

Because nothing has him harder than the sight of his name, just above the cleft of your ass and when you turn around?

Wally's jaw clenches at the sight of his name just above your mound, fabric so snug against you that if he looks hard enough, he can watch the way your pretty pussy forces the stretchy material to fit you like a glove.

The threads cling to you like a second skin and he's never been happier to know that he's the only one who'll be seeing the sight of you.

In his shirt, and his boxers, eating his Chinese takeout. Because God, he can't even be mad because watching your lips wrap around the chopsticks have his hands fisting.

"Why are you wearing my clothes?"

Wally can barely push the words past his lips, his eyes focused on the way the shirt's fabric moves, ever so often brushing against your chest and showing off the silhouettes of pretty, pebbled nipples.

"Are you seriously asking me that?" You question with a snort, gaze lowering to Wally's torso where he's wearing a cropped shirt that reads, 'OnlyFans' and has just... A bunch of ceiling fans on it.

"You're wearing my crop top, for fucks sake."

"It fits me better." Wally defends and painfully, he's right. A perfect, trim waist, a toned abdomen with sculpted abs and a V-line that runs deeper than generational trauma.

"You look like a slut." You mock, eyes narrowed as you take a step forward, staring up at Wally through your lashes, your lips curled into a distasteful frown.

"No, you do." He retorts. "Walking around with your ass out like some kind of Jezebel hussy."

"You're a slut."

"No, you're the slut."

"No you're the slut."

"Nuh uh, you are."

"I—I'm your sl—...fuck, keep doing that..."

Muscular hands fist at the sheets, and Wally's forehead moves to rest against the soft, silky pillow, his muscular thighs twitching with each stroke you gave his weepy cock.

He's had handjobs before.

But not like this.

Not on his hands and knees, thighs spread like he's ready to take something up the ass while you tease his cock, small hand wrapping so limply around his base, your grip gradually increasing as you get to the tip, only for you to repeat the cycle.

Over.

And over.

And over again.

"Please, please... Please, just let me come..."

Wally begs softly, his voice cracking and his gaze flitting between the slightly ajar door of your room, and the foggy reflection of you in the mirror-y ornament on your bedside table.

A cute little disco ball that judged him.

"Hm? What? What did you call yourself, Wally?" You hum. You're teasing Wally to the max, stroking him at your own pace, enjoying the way his hips twitch in ways that are so, so invisible but you feel whenever his cock rocks against your palm at a pace you didn't set. You occasionally trail a teasing finger down the seam of his balls, pressing soft and wet digits against his perineum just to watch him squirm.

"I— mmhf...— I said I'm your little slut...—" Wally gasps when his hips twitch, slowly and gradually fucking your hand.

Your grip isn't nearly as tight as what he'd usually feel but less is more when hands are as soft as yours.

The lines of your palm feels good against the sensitive skin of his tip, his expression so fucked out as he rests against the pillow. Back arched like a fucking slide, his cheek against the pillow and drooling the tiniest bit as he stares at you with hazy green eyes.

"I'm your dirty l— little whore..."

Wally can barely see straight, not when you're looking at him the way you are.

So proud of his obedience and he gasps, letting out a shaky breath.

"Can I...— fuck, can I come, please?"

Wally looks at you over his shoulder, eyes bleary from one too many ruined orgasms. And you hum, one of your manicured hands brushing over the plush globes of Wally's ass before nodding your head.

"Mhm." You hum sweetly, tugging him just a bit faster, veins throbbing against your palm and the wet slick sounds are so loud, bouncing off the walls of your room. "And say 'thank you'."

Wally's body shakes when he comes. Arms giving out and his face buried in your pillow as he takes those unsteady breaths, inhaling the scent of your lingering shampoo and smell, clinging to the cotton fabric of the pillowcase and the sheets. His hands claw at the sheets, hips bucking as cum spurts from his flushed tip, dripping down onto a puddle between his knees.

"You okay?" You hum softly, watching as Wally makes use of his shaky limbs, turning to rest back against the headboard, his chest heaving and his eyes hazy.

"Mff...—mhm..." Wally nods his head, parting full, spit-glistened lips to suck on your manicured fingers, green eyes lowered to where your fingers tug your panties to the side, pretty pussy glistening with wetness and his tongue swirls around your digits.

And Wally whines, his hands moving to rest on your hips, eyes locked on the sight of where his pretty, flushed tip leaks beads of pearly cum brushing against your folds before notching at your slit.

"Eyes on me."

Wally follows your command, lashes fluttering as he looks at your face.

You're so fucking pretty.

Your lashes are so dark and so long, the way your teeth presses into your bottom lip as you slowly slide down his cock, brows twitching when you feel the way he stretches your tight, gummy walls and fuck, you're snug.

"You're... So... —hah— tight..." Wally's lashes flutter, his lips wrapped around your fingers and his hands gripping your hips tightly and his eyes roll back when he feels his cock twitch.

You're so warm.

And so wet.

And so... So mean.

When your hips roll against his, so roughly and your free hand moves to rest on his chest, right above the golden lightning bolt charm of his chain.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me come..."

Wally mewls, fingers digging into the fat of your hips while he watches your squelchy cunt swallow him and spit him back out with each move of your hips.

"Only good boys get to come, Wally." You smile softly, leaning forward to brush your lips against the curve of his neck, smelling the sweaty salt of his musk, cock twitching against your walls. "Are you a good boy, Wally?"

And he pants.

"Yeah..." He huffs. "Yeah, I am. I'm your good boy..."

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[d-u-c-k-a-s-i-c-k]

Mark Grayson X Healer!Reader

Inspired by @thegr33nc0met and @swtheartz. Check them out!!

No CW, maybe just language and suggestive scenes

———————

She’s patched up more people and aliens than she could possibly count, but none of them made her blood boil like him. None.

With a scowl, she prepped herself for a whole night of healing people with the knowledge that the team was en route back to base, getting all the towels and the meager medical kit Cecil thought was sufficient for her work.

She is a healer, one originating from a long line of female warriors and healers. It was thought that the so called gift had run its course when her mother didn’t possess the gift, but apparently it skipped a generation, coming back full fledged into her.

Sure she could fight, but she was more useful patching up barely alive Guardians after a fight. She’s nice to them for the most part, maybe ragging on Rex a little for being a douche.

But him? Oh… not him.

“You got a lot of nerve showing your face here after that shit fight, Grayson.” Her eyes narrowed as they followed his limping form coming towards her.

“I’m already beat. You really wanna add salt to the wound?” He glances at her, right eye swollen purple and the left bloodshot.

“If I could, I’d squeeze a lime and make you into a drink.” She grumbles, coming over to remove his already battered mask, lightly brushing away the broken glass of his goggles into a surgical bowl.

She begins her ritual of cleaning up the cuts and wounds on his body, not wanting to accidentally heal him with a piece of debris stuck under his skin. She’s not entirely sure if Viltrumites could die from infection but… better safe than sorry.

She picks out the glass shards, stuck pieces of gravel and debris from his wounds, each one making him hiss.

“Stay fucking still, idiot..” She grumbles under her breath, not picking up on his breath hitching with every angered word and insult hurled at him.

He isn’t sure when this started. This… infatuation with her. She doesn’t look at him like he’s the strongest man on the world. If anything even, she looks at him like he’s scum. But her gentle hands tell a different story.

His cheeks flush as she picks out the remaining bits of stuck debris from his body, wiping some soothing but stinging antiseptic over each wound.

“Alright, hold on.” She murmurs, her hands braced on his shoulders, beginning her silent chant to heal his wounds, to heal all the internal broken parts of his anatomy that she couldn’t reach.

Yet his eyes remained fixed on her, the light shining behind her head making it look like a heavenly halo glow was encompassing her, an angel sent from above with a cruel mouth as she heals him.

His cuts slowly fades away, and he could breathe a little better when his ribs were set back into the correct position, the blood that filled his lungs earlier dissipating. His arm no longer throbbed dully, setting back into place with echoing snaps and crunches.

Still, he couldn’t help but marveling at the goddess before him, his cheeks flushing pink at their close proximity.

“I can feel you staring at me.” She huffs, “quit being a fucking creep.”

“No.”

“Loser.”

“Mean.”

“Alien.”

“Bitch.”

That made her lips quirk into a soft smile, their less than savory banter keeping his blood thrumming with unbridled energy and lust. Lust for her.

“Alright, all done.” She sighs, feeling a little woozy after healing his extensive injuries. His healed arms shoot out and steadies her out of reflex, his heart racing at the close proximity and touch.

“Who was it this time?” She murmurs softly, the world spinning as the after effects of healing deep injuries took its toll. “Mauler twins? Some other two-bit thug you keep pulling your punches for?”

“Just… a dragon.”

“Oh great, a seasoned nobody you could’ve taken down…” She pushes him away, her irritation coming back tenfold. It wasn’t that he was incapable, he was more than capable to one shot all these things. He’s stronger than the whole team combined times ten, but because he keeps pulling his goddamned punches-

“I can hear you muttering under your breath y’know.” He huffs a little.

“Well good. Because you know damn well if you don’t take them down there’ll just be more casualties you could’ve prevented. Nobody has to get hurt if you would’ve just gave it your all and stop holding back!”

The wind from her lungs were stolen when he pulls her back into his arms, her body pressed against his solid form as he nuzzled her jaw. “Like this?”

She could practically taste the thick tension in the air, her breath hitched as his hands splay across her lower back, holding her close with no chance to pull away. “You drive me so… fucking mad sometimes…”

His admission makes her heart beat in her throat,, eyes wide as she looks at him. “Mark…”

“No… no, you shut up. You’ve said enough.” He growls, “You… just know how to get me so hot, so bothered, don’t you? Piling on me… and when I’m all hurt and broken too…”

His fingers gently caressed her cheek, pulling her focus to look into his lust clouded eyes. “I don’t know why I like it so much… why I wanna hear you say all those mean things, and beg you… beg you to tell me how to make it better…”

Oh…

“You wanna make it better?” Her voice was sultry, sweet like honey and full of sin, “you wanna make me feel good, baby?”

“Yes..” His low groan only sealed the deal, his nose nuzzling desperately at her neck, inhaling her scent.

“How fast can you get me back to my place?”

He’s never flew so fast in his life, cradling her in his arms.

[alchemistc]

"Evan's not here," Tommy says, and Eddie scowls at him as he pushes past Tommy, already aiming for the kitchen as he hitches the six pack he'd brought with him up under his armpit. It'd been a - a thing. A 'my best friend and my new friend are too busy sucking face to spend every spare moment distracting me from my problems' thing, a thing where Eddie sort of finally understood exactly why Buck had hip checked him on the basketball court months ago. He wants his best friend back. He wants the ease of his friendship with Tommy back.

Which is - Christ, he's selfish, is the thing. A month without Chris there to keep him occupied and Eddie has had some startling realizations about himself. ("You're not selfish, Eddie, you're the most selfless person I know." from Buck and "So fix it," from Tommy, a rare night out with the both of them because he'd headed date night off at the pass by asking Tommy to go out for drinks before he and Buck could make plans without him).

"My world doesn't revolve around Buck," Eddie tells him, and screws the cap off a beer to hand it to Tommy. Tommy's doing that judgmental face he gets when he wants to say something bitchy but hasn't put the words in the right order yet. And - Eddie's not lying. Buck is a fixed point, an ever present life-line, but he's not the fucking sun.

Neither is Chris, apparently, which is news to Eddie and he's - spiralling, still. Quietly, calmly, and he's only punched one hole in the wall on a bad night.

"You ever go to Frank?" Eddie asks, like Frank is the only therapist in the greater LA area, and Tommy rolls his eyes, disappears long enough for the muted sound of the television to go quiet.

When he comes back Eddie's reading the label on his beer bottle

"Apparently I resent you," Eddie says, and Tommy chuffs a laugh.

"Apparently?"

"No, I -." The words had been just as hard two hours ago. This little trip was his own design, he'd been told specifically to sit in it for a while but Christ, an hour a week isn't enough time to talk through his issues and it's not like he can tell Buck he resents him for finding something he's happy and stable and solid in. So. Tommy it is. "You and Buck are good together. I'm happy for you both. I am."

Tommy settles against a countertop with his hip digging into the Formica. His kitchen has gained a dutch oven that looks suspiciously like the one Buck has been showing Eddie for like six months that he couldn't justify the cost of because he's not around enough to use it as much as he'd like.

"I'm not usually the one without his shit together," Eddie says.

"No offense, Eddie, but I thought the whole point of therapy was you realizing you rarely have your shit together."

Also true. He's - usually better at hiding it though. Kim was a joker stacked up on a wobbly house of cards and he'd known, somewhere in the back of his mind, that she'd bring the whole thing tumbling to the ground. Mass casualty event. No survivors.

"You make each other better people," Eddie says, which is the wrong thing to say apparently because Tommy scowls.

"If you wanna completely ignore all the work we've both put into ourselves," he snipes, and - yeah. Fair. Buck's been in therapy for years now. Every once in a while he'll pull something out of his ass that makes Eddie's skin itch - something so mystifyingly self-aware that it makes Eddie want to claw into his chest cavity and rip out his fucking heart. And Tommy - well, he doesn't know much but it's not like Tommy's the paragon of perfection. He's worked through some shit. Is still working through shit, if the aftermath of his and Buck's first real fight is any indication.

"I've never been with someone who makes me want to work on myself," Eddie admits, and the lines around Tommy's eyes shift. He sighs.

"Never gonna find that if you don't want it for yourself."

Yeah. Frank's said as much. It's just - Eddie doesn't have a starting point. Tommy had the whole hiding his true self thing, and Buck had the dead-brother-shitty-parents thing, and he's whittling them both down to the sharp edges of themselves in his mind, which isn't entirely fair but it's easier than trying to confront what the fuck his own problem is. Dead wife, his kid in another state, a contentious relationship with his father, a whole backlog of PTSD he's never really confronted head on. Weird feelings cropping up about a religion he thought he'd left in the dust and sand of Afghanistan and a hole he's been trying to fill up with other people since - well, he doesn't even know since when.

Tommy's got his dog tags laying in the bottom of an empty fruit bowl on his kitchen table. Eddie's never seen them before, and some part of him knows Tommy'd brought them out for a conversation with Buck he'll never hear himself, and he aches. He doesn't want them, but he wants what they have, wants to be able to talk about the difficult shit without closing in on himself, wants to have someone to come home to, wants -

"I spent six months imagining my therapist's head exploding every time she made me talk about something uncomfortable," Tommy tells him, and takes a long drag off his beer. For the first time since he'd knocked on Tommy's door, Eddie actually feels a little bad about interrupting his night, but that just leaves him spiralling some more because Eddie usually feels bad about everything, all the time, so why hadn't he felt guilty about this until now? And why does he feel guilty about not feeling guilty?

"I just want him to fix me," Eddie says, and Tommy laughs. Laughs hard and long enough that Eddie's feeling offended. Off kilter and pissed off and -

"You're not a single loose wire, Eddie. Can't just replace a cable and have a clean slate. You gotta change your oil and replace the spark plugs and top up the coolant, over and over again until you die."

It's the sort of metaphor Eddie'd like to lob across the field of engagement just to watch it get shot to pieces. It's apt, though.

"Feels like the whole engines gotta go," Eddie tells him "Transmission's shot and my catalytic converter keeps getting stolen and the mufflers been welded back on so many times that it's half-solder."

"Christ," Tommy says, which. Yeah. Exactly. "Well you can't exactly send yourself to the junk yard for scrap and buy a newer model."

"Buck does," Eddie snaps, and Tommy rolls his eyes. He'd been there the last time Buck brought up his 1.0 days.

"Half the time a system update patches ten bugs and creates twenty more."

"So Buck's buggy, is what you're saying."

He rolls his tongue over his teeth. "You are running off faulty software and you've been refusing to update to the new version because you heard it'd burn the battery faster, is what I'm saying."

Eddie doesn't have a whole lot of charge to begin with. And the metaphors are starting to muddle in his brain, too many different ideas battling around when he's already spent an ornery hour talking to Frank and another trying to convince himself he doesn't resent his best friend for accepting his own fucking flaws and working on them.

Tommy sets the beer bottle down. Eyes Eddie for a moment, and Eddie wonders how often he levels that look on Buck, how Buck feels when Tommy flays him open and digs through his insides. "You wanna go hit something for a bit?" he asks, and Eddie nods so quickly he nearly smacks his nose into the brim of the bottle in his own hand. He's about done feeling his feelings, for the moment. He'll probably end up being annoyed that Tommy makes him wrap his hands before he takes some aggression out on the bag hung up in the corner of Tommy's garage, but maybe when Tommy gets annoyed with him and does that takedown maneuver that knocks the wind out of Eddie's lungs when they're sparring he'll let that go.

Tommy flicks his forehead on the way to grab him something to wear. "That's for calling my boyfriend buggy, jackass," he says, and laughs himself all the way down the hall when Eddie splutters after him.

His bedroom door snicks shut by the time Eddie's recovered enough to remind him that he'd been Eddie's friend first.

[zeltqz]

birthday boyyaaaaaya | haitani rindou

a/n: wrote this up real quick cuz I didn’t wanna miss this man’s birthday. Enjoy this lil one shot :))

tags: friends with benefits to lovers, oral sex, clingy Rindou, reader and Rindou are both in love with each other but are incredibly clueless

The sun was filtering through your curtains, shining down on where you were laying in bed with Rindou. Your hand ran all over his shoulders as you two kissed. The two of you had lost track of time at this point. His hand on your waist slid down to your thighs, cupping it before sliding it over his hips.

Your hands on his shoulders pushed him to lay down flat on the bed, lifting a leg over to straddle him. You placed both of your hands beside his head, looking down at him beneath you. His cheeks were flushed a light hue of pink that you always teased him for even though he adamantly denies it each time.

You bite down on your lip as you laughed. “You’re blushing again.”

He deadpanned at you. “I don’t blush."

“You always get so red when I do this.” You leaned back down to his ear. His breathing flattered when your lips brushed his lobe, tugging at it with your teeth before sliding down to his neck. You licked a stripe along his skin, up to his jaw and raised his head up for a better angle.

“Fuck,” he breathed heavily, gripping your ass tight when you bit down. You slowly began to grind against him, moving back to his lips for a kiss. He kissed you back hungrily, sitting up and pulling you close.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you kissed him back, playing with the ends of his hair as his tongue slipped into your mouth. His hands left your ass and slid under your shirt. Cold hands ran up and down your stomach, inching towards your waist to pull you closer. Your chest smushed against his, and you tilted your head to deepen the kiss.

“Take this shit off,” he grumbled as he tugged at your shirt.

You let out a breathy chuckle and pulled away, looking down at his hands impatiently fumbling with your buttons. “Calm down. I’m not going anywhere.” You removed his hand and began to unbutton your skirt.

“This too.” He reached behind your ass, tugging at the zipper on your pencil skirt.

“Stop rushing me.” You unbuttoned the last one and slipped your shirt over your head, then reached behind you for the zipper. At the angle you were sitting at, it was a struggle to take it off, so you slid off the bed.

Rindou grabbed your arm. “Where are you going”?

“Calm down. It’s easier to take it off like this.” You slid it down your legs and neatly folded it on the edge of his bed, not wanting to crease it for work tomorrow. “Happy?”

He stared at your half nude form, only in your bra and panties and bit his lip. “Come here.” He gestured and you wasted no time, eagerly darting back on top of him.

This time, Rindou greedily ran his hands up and down your body, making sure to not miss even an inch of skin. His hands ran up and down your back, hugging your body tightly to his, all as his tongue explored your mouth. You cupped his face, running the edge of your thumbs along his jaw.

His hands undid your bra and a cold breeze hit your skin as he pushed your bra off. Without wasting a beat, he palmed your breasts, punching your nipples and making your back arch as you angled for more.

“Rin, please,” you breathed against his lips. He bit down on your lip, eagerly listening to your pleas.

He left your mouth and ran his lips down your to your jaw, sucking intently, then past your neck as he made his way down to your breasts. He sealed his lips around your nipple and your head fell back, holding the back of his head. He moved to the other nipple that was hard and aching for him, his hand palming your other breast.

You pushed him back down onto his back, pinning both of his arms to the side of his face and kissed down his neck. Your hands left his to lift his shirt up past his chest and ran your hands down his muscles as you made your way down to his crotch.

He sat onto his elbows and watched you reach inside his pants, pulling out his cock. You pumped him steadily, pulling him back in for a kiss. Your thumb rubbed along his slit and he hissed into your mouth. You giggled and tugged on his bottom lip, drawing it out before letting go. You settled back between his legs and looked him straight in the eye as you ran your tongue up and down the length of his cock.

“Fuckkkk.” He threw his head back, biting his lip hard when you brought your mouth to his tip and started to circle it with your tongue. You took him into your mouth with a long moan that had his hips jerking. You began to suck him off eagerly, taking as much as you could fit into your mouth without choking.

His hand found your hair and began to press you down when his cock hit the back of your throat. You choked and he held you down for a few seconds before letting go. Your head shot up and you went back to sucking his tip, humming as you bobbed your head up and down.

There was a knock at the door and you both froze, startled. “Are you two love birds done? The taxi is like ten minutes away.”

Your eyes flew open to stare at Rindou who looked less shocked as you. “Oh crap.” You slipped off his bed. “I forgot we were going out later.”

“I remembered,” Rindou said simply. “I hope you would’ve forgot though.”

You rolled your eyes. “One second Ran! Gimme like five minutes to get ready. Oh, and we’re not love birds!”

Ran let out an unenthusiastic hum. “Tell Rindou to get dressed too.”

You looked down at the younger Haitani, lounging on the bed shirtless with his dick out. “Yeah, I will.” You stormed over to his closet and began to pick something decent to wear out.

He turned 21 today and his father purchased a nightclub for him to run as a present. Rindou wasn’t excited one bit, and could care less about owning one of the most upcoming prestige club in the city. He knew the opening for the club was tonight, but was more excited spending the afternoon with you. He hoped he would be able to distract you long enough that you would both miss the opening. Everything was going so well and he was sure it had slipped your mind by now until Ran had to open his big fat fucking mouth.

“Wear this suit.” You tossed it onto his bed. He watched it land and looked at you as you continued to scour his closet for accessories. “Where’s that nice watch I got you last year. Wear that too.”

“I don’t wanna go.”

“Why not! This night is so huge for you. You’re gonna become a businessman!”

“Sounds lame.”

“You’re lame,” you countered, rolling your eyes. You picked out a few nice rings and the watch and moved back to sit next to him on the bed. “Gimme your hand.”

He deadpanned at you and you kept gesturing. He finally gave in with a hefty sigh, holding his hand out as you began to slip the rings onto his fingers. As you fitted the watch onto his wrist, he began eyeing your neck. He leaned in and began sucking on your neck.

“Rin, stop. We have to go soon.” His hand came up to your neck, lifting your head up to look at the ceiling to give him more access. He kissed and sucked all over the plane of your neck, down to your throat. “Rindou I’m serious. We have like five minutes.”

“We don't have to go. It’ll be fine.” He shifted onto the bed, pulling you on top of him. You were reluctant but it wasn’t until he slowly eased you in with a kiss did you finally give in.

“I don’t want your dad to like shoot me in the face for making you miss this or something,” you said with an airy laugh despite being dead serious.

“He won’t do that, come on.”

“He’s scary!”

He shut you up with another kiss, gripping your ass tight. “He’ll get over it. Ran can run the club better than I can anyway.”

“Are you sure?” you mumble against his lips, holding eye contact.

“Sure about what?”

“Missing tonight. Wont it like make your dad really angry?”

He shrugged. “It’s not that deep. He will get over it.” He could see the concern written all over your face and pecked your lips. “I swear. He will like be mad for two days then get over it.”

“But this is a whole club though. Like people are showing up and everything.”

“Not my problem.” He flipped you over onto your back and hovered over you, your legs spreading to accommodate him on top of you. “Didn’t ask for this shit.” He kissed down your body, making his way to your legs. He spread them apart and pushed your panties to the side.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, throwing your head back when his tongue licked at your slit. You ran your fingers through his hair.

There was another knock at the door, louder this time. “Cars downstairs, are you coming or not?”

You looked down at the boy between your legs, his eyes closed as he devoured your pussy, having every intention of ignoring his brother. You recognised that and sighed, fixing your voice to sound as firm as possible and said, “Rindou will be a bit late.”

You could practically feel Ran roll his eyes from behind the door with the sigh he let out. “Man whatever. Tell him we will be waiting.”

“Mhmhm,” your voice came out shaky when he slipped a finger inside you. Your hand flew to your mouth, hiding your moan behind your palm when he began pumping his finger in and out, his tongue continuing its never ending torture against your clit.

He slipped another finger in, and your back arched off the bed. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, pulling his fingers out to grip your thighs, spreading your legs apart to stuff more of his face against your pussy.

“I’m cumming! Holy shit, wait wait—“ He in fact didn’t wait, his tongue speeding up rapidly against your clit. You tugged his hair hard enough he thought you’d rip it out. He licked you through it as you came down from your high, your hips stuttering as you slowly calmed down.

“Oh my fucking god, that was so good.”

“Yeah?” He didn’t bother wiping his face, hovering over you and kissing you slowly. “You sleeping here tonight?”

He watched you think about it. “I dunno. I have work tomorrow and knowing you I’ll get like one hour of sleep cause you can’t keep your hands to yourself,” you grumbled playfully.

“I promise I will.”

“I dunnoooooooooo.”

“Please.” He pressed his nose against yours. “I’ll drive you back to yours early before work. Promise.”

“You’re too clingy. Fine,” you agreed and he smiled widely. You rolled your eye and pushed him off of you, standing up from his bed to stretch.

He sat up against the edge of the bed and pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your stomach. He kissed around your belly button and looked up at you with a smirk.

“What did I just say about being clingy?” He shrugged and continued kissing along your stomach. You lifted his face up to look at you. “Happy birthday, by the way.”

He pulled you back into his lap. “Thank you,” he moved to your ear and whispered slowly, “baby.”

Your cheeks heated up and you pushed him away. “Don’t say that so subtly!”

“What?” He said with a smile, “it’s just a word.”

“Wanna know what’s just a word?” You leaned in closer to his ear and whispered, “Daddy.”

“Oh fuck off.” He pushed you off and you landed on your back on the bed. You couldn’t stop laughing as he stood up from the bed. “You know I hate that shit.”

“It’s just a word though.”

“Don’t act stupid.” He changed into his pyjamas and tossed you a spare shirt to wear. You also got changed and slid into bed with him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

The room was silent for a couple minutes and you wondered if he was asleep or not. You began to think about what the two of you had going on. It felt intimate but there wasn’t a label to it.

“Hey Rin,” you said into the air. He hummed in response. “Look at me.” He shifted to face you and put a hand on your hip.

“What’s up.”

“Are you…are you ever gonna ask me to be your girlfriend?” He blinked and you almost immediately regretted it. “Nevermind, forget I—”

“You like me?” He looked ultimately shocked and confused which made you confused.

“Yeah? Everybody knows at this point. Even Ran. That’s why he calls us lovebirds.”

“That was for you? I thought he was calling us that because he knew I liked you.”

You froze. “Wait, you like me?”

“Of course. I didn’t know you liked me though.

“Wasn’t it obvious? I don’t sleepover at guys' houses for no reason. Dumbass.”

He snorted and buried his head in your chest. “Oh fuck, I feel so dumb.” You laughed and played with his hair. “This whole fucking time you liked me?”

“Whole time. Even before we started…doing this.”

“I’m glad.” He looked up at you and you pecked him on the lips.

“Me too.”

[lostinlovingrevery]

Audience

Worst Wolverine X F! Reader

You put yourself in a dangerous situation and Logan didn't appreciate it

A/N: This is just a silly lil fic, it was originally planned to be smth else but I changed my mind but didn't want to get rid of what I had!

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, Marvel cameos, blood mention, Reader having no survival instinct lol, Logan gets mad at reader, fluff at the end! suggestive ending ;)

You’re not quite sure what happened.

You were just enjoying a simple afternoon at your favorite coffee shop. You got your sweet treat, a caramel cider, and a strawberry donut - delicious. It’d been a nice day, sunny, warm, so you sat outside at one of the little tables offered out there. Took the day off from work- just because. Someone complimented your new dress! 

The only bummer was that your boyfriend couldn’t make it. Logan called, his voice being more unusually angry than it is on the phone, told you he wouldn’t be able to make it to your planned coffee date. Said that something came up- you swear you heard Wade in the background during this conversation. Decided to not ask why, if it involves Wade, you don’t wanna know. Logan promised he’d make it up to you, and knowing him, he will.

So you enjoyed your solo coffee date, while you did miss Logan, it was quiet- rarely do you get a moment to yourself. Then you heard the sounds of fighting- a few screams, and people running away. You stood up from your chair, eyes searching for the supposed chaos that was happening. All you saw was people running, some looking more disheveled than others. You caught one woman by her arm, 

“What’s happening?”

“A bunch of those-..UGH! mutant freaks are fighting it out!” She shakes her head, escaping your grip and continuing to run. 

Mutant-? 

Oh.

Against your better judgement, you had to confirm her words. You ran against the crowd, people shoving you to the side but you ignored it, too curious- wanting to see what was happening. If it’s what you think it is, you couldn’t miss out. 

You reached the corner, an intersection. When you looked left, that’s when you saw it. Cars tossed on their side. Multiple police cars, police barricades, a few swat trucks. 

A really big dude with a helmet on, a guy with a metal arm- 

no, not that one, the other one, 

a familiar asshole in red spandex, a second guy in re- holy shit, is that Spiderman? 

The scene was chaotic. Some of the costumed heros you didn’t know, all of them fighting against the big dude, and if you knew your lore right- you could guess that it was Juggernaut. When Wade would go on his drunken rants about his adventures with a groups of misfits, he mentioned that he had no clue what happened to Juggernaut after he was well…You rather not repeat how Wade described it. 

You saw a flash of yellow, and you recognized it as your man, and you were quickly vexed. You knew better though, this was dangerous- you should leave. 

As you turned to run down the street, you heard a commotion, and then a car landed right in front of you- inches from your face. You couldn’t even let out a sound. You way was a bit….blocked, so you opted to hid yourself behind a street tree and watch the fight go down- and see Logan in action. 

The fight was intense. Juggernaut was strong, fast. You watched him power through multiple cars and barricades, tossing various heros aside as he charged after Logan. His stomping rumbled the ground below you, and your heard the windows of the apartment building behind you shake with each step, threatening to break.

You gasped as he reached Logan, but instead of Logan getting pummeled to death, he holds his own. Snarling with gritted teeth, he threw the first punch. The metal clang the echoed through the street sent made you wince, putting your nerves on edge.

Logan may have metal bones but that could not have felt good. 

A few punches are thrown at each other- both taking them well. Logans claws came out, as he roared. One leap and hes on Juggernauts back, stabbing his claws into the giants shoulders. Spiderman (woah!) comes swinging in, using his webs to wrap around his legs, knocking Juggernaut down to the ground. 

You really wanted to cheer- but decided that you should probably keep your mouth shut since you don’t believe anyone has spotted you yet, best to be kept that way. Logan probably wouldn’t appreciate you putting yourself in a potential path of danger just because you wanted to be a fangirl. 

The victory didn’t last long. Spidey’s webs quickly torn as the Juggernaut pulled Logan off and tossed him to the side- which he landed into the side of the car, creating an ginormous dent into the metal and breaking the windows. He lunged after spiderman, who jumped away. Wade charged after him next, sticking his katanas into his side. Juggernaut- seemed unaffected, grabbed Wade and-

You looked away, not wanting to see his arms be torn off. Again.

Logan snarled again, having removed himself from the car, he lunged onto Juggernauts back once as he drops Wades limbs to the ground. You watching his arms hooks around his shoulders, locking his arms from being able to grab Logan again.

You couldn’t deny, seeing Logan fighting- way hotter than it should be. You’ve seen him fight before, typical bar fights, usually ones where he gets pissed because some guy had the nerve to check you out right in front of him.

While you didn’t believe the fighting was neccessary, you did love Logan defending your honor. 

This time though, there was something particularly attractive. Maybe it was the suit. You never saw it on him completely- Only the pants and the cowl. The first time you met, he and Wade had walked by your apartment as you were leaving, looking like they came out of hell. You didn’t even know Logan got his suit repaired, a suspicion that Wade was likely behind it.

Either way, Logan looked damn good with that suit. 

Logan seemed to have frozen for a moment, and you watched with confusion as he hold on the Juggernaut loosens, who eventually grabbed Logan and throws him across the street, right next to you.

 He slams into the brick of the building, creating a divot in the wall, as pieces crumbled around him. He groaned, cursing under his breath and his head lfits up- and sees you staring back at him with wide eyes. 

You smile awkwardly, and gave him a small wave. 

“Hi baby-” 

“What the hell are you doing here?!” He snarls as he pushes himself out of the building. Stomping over to you, pieces of brick and dust fell off his shoulder. You cowered, like a child being scolded. In the background, Spiderman, Cable, and a few others attempt to fight off Juggernaut. Wade was spinning around- armless, and blood shooting out, he was thrusting his shoulders forward side to side as if he was throwing punches with his arms, abandoned nearby.

“Well I- I was just in the neighborhood and I saw you-” 

“You should not be here!” His voice turned low and angry. You press your lips together.

“Well-” You stammered, trying to think of an excuse, gesturing to him and the fight happening besides you both on the street. “What about you- You canceled our date for work?!”

He stares at you incredously. You sigh, dropping your shoulders, “That’s not gonna work.…”

He stuck a finger in your face. “Go home. We’ll talk about this later.” He sneers, but honestly,it only turned you on more. The anger, just barely concealed by his mask with his lips curled back and his teeth bared, the way he towered over you. The suit stretched over his muscles…

You noticed his nostrils flare, but before he could say anything, a large piece of debris was thrown at you both, in which he grabbed you and dodged it, careful to make sure no harm came to you.

“You need to get the hell out of here-” He says, concealing you from the fight. He looks around, searching for a safe and quick escape route for you. Just then, Spiderman had landed next to the both of you. “You-” He pointed at him, waving him over.

“Oh- Yeah? Mr.Wolverine sir?”

“Just…Wolverine.” Logan shook his head. “Take her home.” He motions to you with his hand. 

“I can get home by myself-” You stopped, and looked at the spider hero with confusion. “Are you a teenager?” You ask, upon hearing his slightly higher pitched voice. 

“No!”

“You couldn’t even stay away from a fight!” Logan snaps at you. You put your hands on your hips.

“Lo- Wolverine- Don’t you talk to me like that!” You snapped back. 

“Uh so what am I doing?” Spiderman says awkwardly, clapping his hands together and bouncing on the heels of his feet. 

“She lives on Elm street.” Logan says. Actually, you both live on Elm street. You were going to correct him- for no real reason, but was interrupted.

“You-” 

Juggernaut lets out a yell, and starts charging towards you three. Logan snarls, getting into position to fight.

“Take her!”

“Right!” Spidey, grabs onto you, “Hi ma’am!” 

He shoots a web, and you’re before lifted off the ground just into time, as Juggernaut slams into Logan and the fight continues. You’re screaming, clinging to the young hero in fear as he swings from building to building. 

“So, like- are you and Wolverine a thing?” He asks amidst your screams. 

You’re back home now. You’ve been anxiously cleaning, doing laundry, even cleaned out the fridge. Waiting for Logan- and the inevitable scolding he was going to give you. You were preparing all sorts of arguments. Like, why didn’t you tell me you were going back to superhero business? 

Which you were a tad butthurt about. He canceled your date, that doesn’t upset you- but he could have been honest about why.

Just as you sat down, thats when the door to your apartment opened and Logan stepped in. He was still wearing his suit and cowl, although it was a bit torn and dirtied up now. 

You stood up from your chair, fiddling with your hands nervously as you looked at him. He stepped inside, a frown on his face as he slammed the door shut behind him. He turned, making sure to click the lock shut. 

“Logan-”

“Save it.” 

He walks over to you, and you made yourself smaller to him. Looking up at him with big, innocent eyes. You pout your lip. 

“Don’t make yourself cute.” He shook his head. “That was stupid. That was really fucking stupid. You could have gotten killed! What if I wasn’t there? The others couldn’t stop him! What if he went after you, you-” He stopped himself, a small shake of his lips, a flare of his nostrils- you could see he was trying to calm himself down.

“I-” You opened your mouth to defend yourself, and closed it. Surprised to see so much emotion coming from him. “Yeah, I know.” You looked down, with a dejected tone. “I was originally going to leave and then this car got thrown at me and-” 

“That’s exactly why you shouldn’t have been there.” His tone becomes less angry, and more firm. “What was the point? Huh?” 

“Well I….” You bit your lip looking away. “I just, I guess I wanted to see you in action. Why didn’t you tell me what you were doing?” 

He stares at you, and lets out a sigh. He pulled down the cowl, so you could see him completely. “I didn’t want you to know.”

“Why?” 

“Because it’s dangerous.” He says. “Everyone….Everyone I knew that was apart of this stuff. They….”

You stepped closer to him, putting a hand on his chest. “I’m fine Logan. Aside from that terrifying trip with Spidey-”

“Spidey?” 

“He’s a pretty sweet kid actually.” 

Logan sighs. “I could smell you. While I was fighting, and it fucking terrified me. I didn’t know how or why you were there. Didn’t even know where you were till I finally saw you.” 

“When the fighting started I ran to see what was happening. I thought maybe it was Wade pulling his usual antics, or the X-men. I actually didn’t expect to see you.” You explain. “It was kinda cool to see you in action though…”

“Bub, listen.” He puts his hands on your arms, pulling you closer. “You can’t be doing that shit. It’s dangerous. You could get hurt, or worse. I can’t have that.” 

You looked at him, hearing the sincerity of his voice, the concern. It’s not something you heard from him before. Logan was always a bit gruff, had a bit trouble talking about his feelings but you were okay with that because you were always willing to put in the effort to make things work. Slowly, you nodded.

“Lo?” You say his name softly.

“Yeah?” 

“Why are you doing this?” You ask. “I thought you said you were done with the superhero stuff. After everything you’ve been through.” 

He was silent. Not answering initially, You could see he was thinking in his head what he wanted to say. You half-expected a bullshit excuse, or him blaming Wade, dragging him into it or something.

“You.” He says. “I’m doing it for you. To be better.” 

You took in his answer, and once processed, you didn’t hesitate to kiss him. Your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. He immediately returned the sentiment, wrapping his around you tightly. His lips moved eagerly against yours, before nipping at your bottom lip- eliciting giggles from you. 

“Still pent up huh?” You muttered against him. 

“Want to find out?” He grumbled, pulling your hips against his. 

“Mm…I love the suit by the way.” You hummed. “Mister Superhero.”

“Ah- Don’t call me that.”

“Alright, Wolverine.”

“Better. Much better.”

[oofmybad]

Get those pretty eyes rolling

synopsis: after you’ve both had a long day at work, you beg and beg billie to help you decompress. gladly, she gets you off.

warnings: dom!billiexreader, slow burn smut, fingering, slight possessiveness

a/n: i cut it off cuz it was getting kinda long. lmk if you want pt.2 of sub!billie

~~~~~~~~~

It’s late on a tuesday evening. you’re exhausted from your long day of delegations at work, but more than that, you’re so, so needy. having pulled your platform mary jane’s off to drive home, you step out of your car in just your frilly cream-colored socks. you punch in the code to your home’s security system, the door’s latch making a clicking noise to let you know that you can enter the building now. you walk in with your laptop bag in one hand and your shoes in another, but quickly drop both of these to the floor in the entrance. you hear your laptop land a little too loudly, “shit”, but you’re too tired to give anymore of a fuck.

“billie, baby?!” you yell into the home, loud enough that your voice can be heard from upstairs. despite your best wishes, only silence fills the home and you realize that billie hasn’t finished working yet. this is a problem for you, not only because you miss her, but because you need her. you pull out your phone and go to call your girlfriend - impatience taking over you.

“hey, pretty. to what do i owe the pleasure?” billie’s smooth voice flows through the phone and into your ear.

“hi baby, nothing much - just wondering when you’ll be home?” your voice sounds a little needy, though, and billie picks up on it.

“oh yeah? you missin’ me?” she giggles

“yeah, i want you here” you say, almost whimpering.

“you want me, huh? i’m in the car, i’ll be home in half an hour. be patient, sexy.” billie coos.

“hurry up, please”

billie decides to tease you, solely for her own entertainment, “why am i hurrying? do we have plans?”

you pause, “um, yeah… kinda”

“oh really?” billie replies, “what plans are those?”

“billie... just hurry.” you deadpan.

“come on, baby. i wanna know what i’m in such a rush for” her chuckle echos through the car she’s driving.

“i’m just dreaming of you” you say, met with silence on the other end, “… thinking of new ways to do each other” you continue.

all you hear is a huff, maybe a whimper, on the other line. “billie” you whine at her not giving you anything to satisfy the ache between your legs.

“i know it hurts, just wait, i’ll get those pretty eyes rolling” billie says in a much lower tone. you can tell that she needs you just as much as you need her. she goes on, “what are you doing, baby?”

“just waiting for my baby to get home. my thighs are open for when you’re ready” you mumble as you nibble on the tip of your pointer finger.

“not far now, baby. be a good girl and wait for me, ok? just close your eyes and dream about it” billie soothes you. you can hear the gas pedal pushing harder on the engine, the rpm revving through your ears. now you know she’s in her audi - the pretty sounds that each of her cars make being second nature to you.

“where are you?” you ask her, getting more and more impatient by the minute.

“my needy girl” billie quips, “i’m going double the speed limit, my love, i’ll be home in ten.”

“baby! be safe, please. hurry up but be safe… please” you laugh, “i need you home in one piece.”

“you know i’m always safe, sexy. just gotta get home to my needy girl and quench your thirst”

a small moan leaves your lips at her last comment. plus, the sound of her driving always has a special way of playing with you. you know that if you were there beside her, her right hand would be deep within your thighs by now - the hum of the car adding to your satisfaction.

after a few moments of comfortable silence, billie says “hold on baby, i’m turning into the drive now” as the call immediately disconnects. not a moment later, you hear the door unlatch itself and billie step into your shared home. billie notices all of your belongings discarded by the front door and looks up to see you lying on the couch, still wearing your work clothes.

“hi, my love” billie calls out, walking over to the couch, and grabs your hands to pull you up to your feet. she throws your arms around her neck and reaches down to hug your waist.

“you look so pretty, all dolled up from work” billie says in your ear. “you think so?” you say with a smile evident in your voice. “uh huh, this short little pinafore dress makes you look so cute” she pulls back to get a full look at you.

“are those my socks?” she questions you, already knowing the answer. you hum and nod, “is that ok?” you ask.

“of course, what’s mine is yours. you look so, so sexy today” billie nods back.

“thank you,baby. how about you take it off of me, maybe?”

“go wait for me in the bedroom. i’ll be up in a minute” billie says, as her head ticks up to point you in the direction of the bedroom.

silently, you obey her order, pulling out of billie’s hold and turning to walk up the stairs - she slaps your ass as you walk away.

“don’t touch anything!” billie shouts up to you as you climb your way up the stairs.

moments pass - billie was putting away the doggy bag she brought back from the work dinner - and you hear her heavy footsteps creeping up towards your shared bedroom. when she finally opens the door to your bedroom, she’s welcomed by you bent over on the other end of the room starting to take your tights off.

“didn’t i say not to touch anything?” billie grumbles as she approaches your body. her left hand holds onto your left hip as her right hand lands on your asscheek with a loud slap.

“ssss” you wince at the impact. billie ignores your cries, teasing you further, “look at you, so pretty bent over in front of me, showin me your pretty little pussy”

you stand up, unable to cope with waiting for her to please you any longer. instead, you take matters into your own hands and roughly grab her by either side of her face and smash your lips into hers.

“please fuck me. right now” you say out of breath against her lips.

“so impatient” billie quips, her mouth resting against yours, her minty breath fanning into your open mouth. billie’s hands lower on your body. she’s now fiddling with the hem of your short dress.

she scrunches your dress in her hands, and ever so slowly lifts the taut material over your ass - the fat pulling up and dropping down from the passing material. with the dress now bunched around your waist, billie squeezes in between your ribs and hips, toying with the toned fat sitting on your waist. your body tenses at her touch, your shoulders closing in.

“i feel your body closing… imma rip it open, just wait baby” billie tells you, her mouth next to your ear. she nibbles on your earlobe sending a tickle down your spine. your knees buckle at her flirting comment but billie is there to catch you - her grip tighteting on your skin even more.

your fingers dig into either side of billie’s neck - you’re searching for any sense of stability - and you feel a low groan rumble in her throat. “i need you, bil” you beg her, your forehead resting on her collarbone. billie holds your chin in between her thumb and first finger pulling your eyes up to look at her. you follow her wordless command, giving her the most bambi-eyed, begging look you could possibly muster up.

billie’s eyes eratically swaps from your left to right eye, her look shifts. now she notices the light glistening in the corners of your eyes, tears beginning to pool in your waterline. “oh, baby” billie coos.

with sudden vigour, billie picks you up by your waist so your feet are hovering above the floor and turns around. much to your surprise, billie throws you down onto the bed behind you. you land with a slight bounce and a giggle creeping from between your lips. billie lowers her body to hover over you, her knees crawling in between your clasped legs.

“open up for me, mama” she coaxes your thighs apart, you obey, and her hand dips down the middle of them - close to where you need her most. with your feet perched on the bed, billie strokes your legs agonizingly slowly, from top to bottom, top to bottom, over and over again. she reaches the top of your leg a final time and moves her hand to the side slightly to stroke your clothed core.

to both of your surprise, you let out a roaring moan at her feather-light touch. your hand quickly slaps over your mouth, surprised and almost embarrassed you made such a loud noise.

“so pretty baby,” billie giggles, “get your mouth open, i wanna hear those pretty little moans” she pulls your arm back from your face. with that same hand, billie reaches down to your panties, hooking her two fingers around the waistband, inching it lower and lower by the second. once she’s pulled your underwear past the top of your ass, she taps your right hip twice to tell you to lift them up. you do exaclty that, and she yanks the clothing down your legs as she sits back on her heels.

your legs are spread far apart, your glistening pussy on display for billie - her mouth almost drooling at the sight - and your head falls back against the mattress in anticipation. billie uses her two middle fingers to leave one long, soft stroke up your folds as she mumbles, “you’re so beautiful”.

of course, a sluttly whimper leaves your lips as your eyes scrunch shut. billie almost pounces forward - using her arm to keep her hovering over you - as she whispers, “i need you to look at me while i touch you”. you peel your eyes open, blinking away the blur, and rake your eyes along billie’s clothed body on top of you.

your hands reach down to the bottom of billie’s shirt, you silently asking billie to remove some of her clothing. “what do you want?” billie teases you, a half-smile on her lips. “you” you reply, “i want to see you” you clarify pulling on billie’s shirt. billie sits up on her knees to smoothly throw her shirt off over her head. you sit up, chasing after her, and begin to unbuckle her belt that’s at head height of your sitting body.

billie’s head teeters down to watch you as you submissively sit below her, your hands hastily undoing her belt with two naked women adorned on the buckle. she wraps her firm hands around the back of your head, gathering a section of your hair as she yanks your head to look up at her.

“you know you’re mine?” billie asks. you stare up at her longingly, not daring to break eye contact as you whisper “yes”, your mouth inching closer to billie’s bare stomach. you leave a sweet, open-mouthed kiss below her belly ring, sucking on the fat between her hips.

as you toy with billie, she inches your dress above your shoulders, leaving you in a frilly, cap-sleeved oxford shirt and nothing else. one by one, billie undoes the buttons; her fingers dance from your neck to between your tits with every button she undoes. now open, billie drags your shirt down your arms, leaving you in a lacy underwire bralette - tits spilling over the brim of your bra.

you pull back from billie’s torso, that same begging look in your eyes as you stare up at her, “touch me… please”.

wordlessly, billie’s hands roughly grasp each of your breasts, the fat bursting from in between her fingers. she uses her hold on you to push you back down onto the bed. landing with a soft thud, you rock your hips against billie in search for any kind of relief.

having decided that she’s teased you enough, billie pushes onto your core using her lower thigh. her hips straddle your own thigh, now. with her chest heaving over you and her hips grinding into you, you let out a relieved sigh - billie matching your noises immediately after.

you look down, craving to see billie’s body against yours, you watch as her slickness coats your thigh, your own coating hers. you grab billie’s hips and help her along, pushing her further into you. this causes billie to collapse on top of you, leaving low whimpers next to your ear. your hands now wrapping around to grab billie’s ass as she continues to grind on you.

billie halts her movements. right before you whimper at the loss, billie replaces her thigh with her hand and dips her middle finger into you. once to coat her finger in your wetness, twice and she curls her finger inside you. your head drops back, slamming onto the matress, and your hands fist the bedsheets below you.

“you feel so good, bil, don’t stop.”

“just for a second, baby” billie replies to you, clearly offering to go get the strap. in an attempt to stop her from leaving, you rush to grab her wrist keeping her inside of you and grind your clit against her palm. “please… no”, you beg. your voice cracking as you speak.

“ok ok, i’m not going anywhere” billie delicately brushes away your hair that’s stuck to your sweaty forehead using her thumb as she continues to move her finger in and out of you. finally, billie pushes her ring finger in, aswell, and uses her thumb to rub tight circles around your clit.

your body begins to shake under her touch - so easily overstimulated ‘cause you’ve been begging for so long. “so good, baby. just hold on a little bit” billie tries to make it last a little longer by slowing down her fingers.

she moves to a slower, but firmer pace. creating long, hard strokes with her hand as her mouth inches lower to kiss your clit. her flat tongue juts out and leaves circles around your sensetive clit. unbeknownst to you, billie is spelling her name with her tongue. you couldn’t care less what word she spelt, as long as she kept you reaching your peak.

“i cant- i’m need to cum” you scream out as your right hand roughly grabs the hair from the crown of billie’s head - urging her to continue. billie hums in approval against you, sending chills through your core. not a moment later you feel the rubber band inside of you snap, the elastic coming undone.

your body starts to violently shake, legs squeezing either side of billie’s head as she strokes your thigh with her free thumb. “goog girl, just like that” she mutters against you.

“don’t stop! don’t stop!” you chant in time with your rocking hips. using your rhythm, billie flatly sticks out her tongue and shakes her head side to side, allowing you to ride her face to completion.

coming down from your high, all that can be heard is your heavy panting and billie’s wet mouth lapping up your cum. “taste so good, baby” billie says with a smirk, her tongue licking you clean.

“fuck” you sigh, utterly exhausted from your orgasm. billie chuckles at that and crawls up so that she can be face to face with you. she roughly kisses you, a string of your wetness connecting the two of you when she pulls away - billie licks your lips to gather it. “you look so gorgeous when you cum, mama. makes me wanna fuck you all over again” she whispers against your skin, her mouth nibbling at your collarbone.

“nuh uh, it’s your turn now” you laugh, your hands grab either side of billie’s face, and you turn your bodies over, now lying on top of her.

[temiizpalace]

☆┊MONOPOLY? MONOPOLY.

SUMMARY: monopoly. the game infamous for destroying friendships and relationships. it wouldn’t hurt to play a game or two, right? how do your acquaintances suffer during the game?

CHARACTERS: all dorms (+grim)

GENRE: fluff, crackfic

WARNINGS: cursing

PLATONIC or ROMANTIC, PLATONIC ORTHO + GRIM

NOTES: my sister punched me in the stomach cause i bought her property

reader gender is not specified, reader is yuu

SPENT THE ENTIRETY OF THE GAME IN JAIL

no matter what they did, no matter how many times they wished to try, they always landed in jail. even when he’s finally free after seven knows many turns, he’ll pick up a card, and it says go to jail. jeez, what did he do?! this game sucks, i don’t see the appeal. is he so much of a bad guy the game wants to keep him locked up forever? its hurting his feelings. why do you want to keep playing?? can he just quit? he doesn’t wanna play anymore. fine. he’ll keep playing. just make sure you win or else you’ll get an earful..

spoiler alert: you lose and now he’s disappointed

riddle, deuce, jack, malleus, silver

LAUGHS LIKE AN EVIL VILLAIN WHEN SOMEONE LANDS ON THEIR PROPERTY

oh dear, how poor and unfortunate are you? such a shame really. oh well! fork over the cash, prefect! it’s nothing personal, just a simple game of monopoly. you can spare a couple hundreds, couldn’t you? surely you weren’t planning on winning, right? all is fair in love and war they say! he’ll make it up to you later, but it’s just better to pay— what’s that? no money? BANKRUPT? how sad. you snooze ya lose. better luck next time, you were no match to begin with. he’ll take what’s left, thanks! much appreciated 🫶🫶

he’s just competitive he’s sorry please don’t hit him with the board please— NONO WAIT—

ace, ruggie, azul, jade, jamil, epel, idia, lilia, grim

IS HOARDING ALL THE LITTLE HOUSES

they’re so cute! not very detailed, but he can make a nice village out of them! oh. you need them for the game? can’t you use.. something else? please let him keep them. if you want them back you’ll have to pry them from his cold dead hands. here, use these thumbtacks! they basically look like houses! why’s he so attached to the tiny plastic primary colored houses from this game? unsure, but he likes em. hands off <3

if you play on the floor watch your step

deuce, cater, floyd, kalim, rook, sebek, grim

USING THEIR WAD OF MONOPOLY MONEY AS A FAN

at first, this game seemed.. childish. however, who is he to say no to victory? just look at all the currency he holds in the palm of his hand, practically basking in wealth. tsk, tsk, wipe that pouty face off of your face prefect. he’s just playing the game after all. not his fault you can’t save your money. my, my, it’s getting hot! excuse him as he fans himself off with his hundred dollar bills. he would share if he can, but it looks like his hands are full. needless to say, he is suffering from success over here.

ace, cater, leona, ruggie, azul, jade, floyd, jamil, vil, epel, idia, ortho, lilia, grim (they all on my list. better watch themself)

BRINGS UP PERSONAL SHIT DURING AN ARGUMENT OVER PROPERTY

will bring up moments from each others past mid-argument cause they’re just petty like that. don’t look at him like that! not his fault you decided to ramble about your middle school days— HEY. DONT YOU DARE BRING UP HIS BABY PHOTOS. NO. NOT THE PHOTO. NONONONONONONONONO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

pieces are in fact flung to the ground

ace, leona, azul, epel, sebek, grim

ABOUT TO FLIP THE BOARD

barely holding it together. he is this close to just grabbing the board and throwing it to the ground. he wants to tear up the currency and toss it down the paper shredder while screaming his lungs out. this game is absolutely SHIT. don’t ever bring it in his sights again, he will lose it.

riddle, jamil (depends), epel, sebek, grim

TRYING TO PLAY NORMALLY

it’s just a game guys, relax. sure, it’s not ideal, but let’s not try stabbing each other over a simple game of dice and money? seriously, it’s not that deep. as long as you’re playing together, he’s having a fun time. that’s all that really matters to him in the end! you’re having fun, he’s having fun, it’s a win-win. while chaos ensues, he’s pretty good at being levelheaded and the voice of reason so hopefully it doesn’t blow up in his face.

trey, jack, silver

A/N: monopoly almost got my cousin divorced fun game 10/10 would play again. so many fics in the draft hopefully they come out soon 🧌🧌🧌

date published: 8/20/24

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[fuckitupfelix]

I NEED CRAZY NOGOGGLES MARK YAOIIIIII YAOIIIIII!!!! maybe like a reader who is just as if not stronger than Mark and also like fucked in the head as well... they freaky af

YESSS ANON I NEED THIS FREAK BENT OVER YOU DONT GET IT..

2 freaks (͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

no goggles!mark x male reader

warnings: canon typical violence/blood, there's like one mention of sex, mark and reader are freaks so kind of weird ahh shit, this is so bullshit I'm sorry 😭😭

he's literally sooo obsessed with you cause you're just like him fr!! you actually put up a good fight and he actually hurts afterwards! it's perfect!

you most likely work with the GDA— and by that I mean they keep you on a pretty short leash— and were assigned to stop him after he killed the guardians, but something about him is just so.... appealing

-> you both fight but that just leads to him getting a raging hard-on and you both just fuck. like out in the open covered in each other's blood

tries kissing you after you just punched him in the jaw and his own blood is dripping out the side of his mouth and he's sooo happy when you let him

-> cue the sloppiest makeout sessions ever.. im talkin teeth clacking, lip biting, blood and spit dribbling down your chins

technically you did what cecil told you.. you stopped him.. but now you wanna keep him :(

he loooves the fact that you're stronger than him, it lets him do whatever he wants to you without all the bitching and moaning everyone else does

I feel like he's a biter tbh.. likes to gnaw on your arms juuust a little

-> also likes it when you wrap your arm around his neck from behind and choke him. fucking freak.

he can't be normal about anything ever. he needs you to actually deal with everything he does or else he gets insanely annoying and starts actually fighting you

-> you make him lick all your wounds clean afterwards ^_^

mm.. love my little freak..