#this is so meanies to me /silly
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(Secret Husbands) I'm not saying any other life series should be canon, pls don't take it that way they can not be canon, I'm just saying that Scar at the start of Last Life saying "you mean I can't put you on a llama and take you to the sand desert" would hit different in this AU!
JHGFJHGFJKG YOU'RE SO RIGHT THOUGH
it's scar giving grian the Biggest puppy dog eyes while holding his hand.....
#mochi speaks#secret husbands au#if I wasn't so concerned with their mental states I would SO throw every life game in here#this is so meanies to me /silly#what if I want to think about secret husbands in double life huh#but NOOOOOOOO#they have to have TRAUMA /silly
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the way ur so sweet to us anons actually makes me melt and feel safe tysm for everything you do ur my fav könig writer
ily <3 <3 <3 🩷💕💗🩷💗💕🩷
#no fr bc y’all are giving me the same energy right back#like i don’t think you guys understand what this community does for me like it’s silly but#RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR#i love y’all#y’all are so nice and sweet and lovely and it’s so silly but y’all have changed my life for the better!!#writing has been SO good for me#and y’all’s nice words and support only motivates me more#also if you’re looking for a chill safe space to talk with more konig fuckers we have a lovely discord channel with good vibes only#everyone’s welcome except minors and meanie heads#anyway this counts as both dads one (1) alloted goof a day and also the one alloted ooegy gooey moment a day#i’ll make it up to y’all with drabbles tomorrow#thank you sweet anon#*smooch*#konig#uhohask#könig
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vita shows me a stick :]
#my beautiful orange daughter.. looks like a cheeto in this photo /silly#also. her name is Vitality! :] Vita for short#my pups all have weird names like Durability and Joy and Fortune#idk i didn't want really cute names so i wouldn't get too attached bc this is supposed to be a saga save#but i got attached naturally anyway#yeah if anything happens to vita i'm reloading the save LOL#pretends like that didn't just happen . what i said nothing#you are NOT dying on my watch young lady /silly#ALSO can i just say. i love the pack dynamics in saga so bad#one of my yearlings called Peace stays with the pups 90% of the time she's the best big sister#and my yearling boy called Durability absolutely loves me he's a bit of a loner n bad at communicating#but that's why i love him#and my yearling girl called Love. omfg she gets injured all the time she's so bold#in the growing pups quest she used to come out during attacks it was so stressful#long story short they all have personalities and i love them so bad#the playtime music is playing on repeat rn i'm so happy#i love this game guys (/gn)#spinny plays#wolfquest#wolfquest saga#wolfquest: lifelong#at this rate i'm gonna need a tag for vita lol#* oh wait i meant its Fortune who loves my wolf (his dad)#Durability is the meanie who growls at his siblings and me /silly#and Strength my last yearling loves to join me on hunts sometimes its just me and him#they're all unique and i love em ok
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idfk just look at the babygirls :)
#NOOO I FORGOT THE BALD SHINE :(#it's funky to me :)) idk :))#someone said saying XD is cringe so I drew Mikey saying it because IT'S FUN AND SILLY AND YOUR JUST A MEANIE >:(((#drew these while listening to some guy talk about crime? I think mostly..ALSO MY DUDE WENDIGOON; LOVE THAT GUY#bby gurl has her first encounter (jesus that was hard to spell) with transfem voice training?#ig? uhm I first found out of it from One Topic covering a Trans subreddit...I don't remember which-- uh#I have school in like 3-ish hours :) fuckingkillmegoddamnitfuckshirbitchUGGHHIWANNAKMS/SOBBING/MYPARENTSSAYohitsnotthatbadBUTITIS:(((((#hahah now back my regularly silly little guy persona xPP!!#OMFG WHY DID N O O N E TELL ME '03 IS SO FUN AND GREAT AND AAAA (how can I do the shakey stim hands through text—)ANYWAY IT SO FUN ILOVE#oh! OH! UHMM so my mom apparently got me a trisaratops plush for Valentines:)) but I didn't get it till a few days ago because I just went#over a few days ago :p my sister got a bear it kind of looks like a Care Bear yaknow??#I should....add real tags....#uhm ok#2012 tmnt#2k12 tmnt#mikey 2012#michelangelo 2012#leo 2012#leonardo 2012#transfem leo#<-wait does that always have to be tagged? well..I guess for the people who have it blocked yeah :^ I'll leave it:)#my friend....just that thats it just her#idk I was gonna say something but then forgor :((((#okay so I've only seen 8 ep of s1 in 03 and ive seen 12 and rise so I'm gonna put my fav from each so far :))#uhm okay 03: Raph; Mikey; Donnie; Leo. 12: Mikey; Leo; Donnie; Raph. Rise: I have rewatch it :( but from how brain going rn#Lee;Dee;Mike;Raph :)))#or Dee;Lee;Raph;Mike...OR—#okay i'll stop now#OH MY FUCKING GOD I JUST LOOKED AT HOW MANY TAGS I ADDED AND JESUS FUCK HOLY SHIT#if you read all of these...I...Ijust...damn..thank you for listening to my stupid thoughts <3
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ok yay i got lunch thank you father ! ! !
#thayne yaps#happy face :3#he is still a meanie and a huge MANWHORE but like he feeds me so we ball#<- / silly / hj
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Since I don't celebrate halloween (its not a holiday in my country because of religious reasons) have this TETCHOU YOU SON OF A BITCH WHY ARE YOU BEEFING WITH A CHILD THAT IS A KID. A WHOLE ASS 14 YEAR OLD NEVER HAVE I BEEN ANGRIER AT A FAVE OF MINE BUT N O- TETCHOU HAD TO BE THE ONE Look Tetchou I fucking love you, but n o
You need to s t o p This is not how you vent over losing your boyfriend in an airport-
#bungou stray dogs#suehiro tecchou#kenji miyazawa#bsd tecchou#bsd kenji#but also#suegiku#look man their gay thats it#and kenji is kenji#kenji does no wrong#ever#he's so silly#tecchou is also silly#but not right now#right now he's being a meanie#and i'm just#so done#if the angst won't kill me this certainly will#bsd season 5
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Guh the world's in my brain r Wilding rn. (Lots of yapping under the cut and also a wip with like? Body horror I gues???? Idk how to describe it she's got mushrooms growing out of her)
There's a universe that's like super duper similar to poppy playtime but also too different from poppy playtime to just be an au or something so like. What do I call it??? The resets that go on there r wild tho my little dragon guy is STRUGGLING I think.
And wonderland is as always ig. The body horror and ?gore?? Maybe? Is thriving over there as usual. Aaron is struggling I think he got put on meds idk if that's gonna get reset or not tho
That one universe idk how to describe is also crazy. Shroomies cult has expanded there and one of the villains has become a member so. Mushroom infected bug? I guess??? The heros r going thru it also but the vigilantes are actually really chill rn they're living their best life ig. Need to get back to them tho they haven't got any attention in a long time. Actually wait that might be why they're chill rn ermmm..
The ancients are SHOCKINGLY chill I think their world is paused for the time being but idk how to unpause it so... whoopsy
Dragon adventures universe is confusing. I think shroomie might be trying to get there too but not too sure. I think she needs to focus on ascending that one villain guy from the heroverse or whatever before she can focus on another but it is concerning :(
And idk what the FUCK the gods or phoenixes are up to but?? Get back here???? Where did they go?? That's a lie ik where they are but only maybe. What are they even up to tho what r they doing 😭 😭 WHY DOES ORION KEEP VANISHING
Also shroomie wip 😈😈
Will finish it tmrw cuz I'm sooo eepy also don't believe the time it says that's a lie I just keep the canvas open for too long sighh
#yapping#yapyapyap#yap not jap#actually yap and jap#im so sick rn everything hurts#oc#ocs#oc rant#also rant of the silly little worlds in my head#shroomie was originally a joke character btw#then i forgot about her for a year and she came back as a self aware oc and a raging cult leader#she wants me dead so bad#what a meanie :(#i have like 4 characters that are self aware. 3 of them arent daydreamable#and 2 of them arent really characters theyre just reset causers#the 4 awares are#shroomie#bob#the witch#and that one demigodess#shes on the council but idk much about the rest of the council. theyre like completely out of my control?? or like? viewpoint??? idk#:3#wip#idk what tf shroomjes patron is but i think its some sort of cosmic horror soo...#whoopsy!!!
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https://www.tumblr.com/sad-emo-dip-dye/712612512114327552/seven-years-seven-years-and-youre-telling-me
Let me help with your delusional mischaracterization ❤️❤️❤️
Oh yeah, Dazai planted a big ol smooch on chuuya, and in the same vein of the thats what makes me love you scene, cringed so hard he vowed to never speak of it when he realized chuuya didn’t remember(but he thinks abt it for the next three months at least)
#he forgot he was the demon prodigy for a second#just a silly little guy in a silly goofy mood#and cmon now#ur trying to tell me chuuya drunk calling Dazai on dazais old phone#that Dazai by all means should’ve gotten rid of at this point but is still holding on to#with their silly little nicknames#is supposed to make me think they didn’t smooch just a little bit#i’m giggling so much rn#bsd#dazai anon#tw discourse#meanie#proofs
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do u guys want the parallels.png or lore.png next week
#delete later#OOPS I MEANY TO INCLUDE A RESULTS OPTION . ITS A SECRET TO ME NOW#the parallels: desert boys and renchant both getting ready for the battle of the rd. sleepover style#lore: mostly based on wlnners theory. someone punches a watcher. you are the pov of the watcher. so its also a lil silly
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love this thing
the lasterrr
#you get to get see what sillies hair looks like before I go ham and detail it. yay <3#i've been so. unhappy with my Ive design recently. and a few accidental lines made me go !!!#GIVE THAT THANG FUCKING. STUBBLE AND SHIT!!!!!#saved the whole design I think#i meany. it makes sense. I give Sayori stubble so Ive should have that shit too#yayayaya <33333333#Android Arts#Android.txt
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dont worry you still have personality traits outside of your sibling. for example youre a huge fucking fa
im ignoring the other askwith tonetags this is filled w nothing but hate in my eyes
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hello everyone i am FREE i made it I SURVIVED
#/silly#pattu makes me so stressed out but the after class feeling …#anyways once roses headache stops being a meanie tbz night !!!!!#shri talks ♡
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wanna be nearer ✴︎ mv1
genre: 18+, fuck buddies ahhhaha, smut, porn w/o plot basically...
word count: 3.6k
It seems every time you tell yourself to stop, Max comes back into your life and all sense of resolve crumbles. title from this
auds here… hiii :) req'd by SO MANY PEOPLE i can't even start compiling all the asks hahah but if u asked for this here it is! writing's been tuff for me lately but this was the one thing i could continue daily (weird) also there is a case to be made re: max's hottest pictures being like 1 pixel in resolution... hope u all like it!!!
nsfw warnings under the cut!
18+ because... sexual tension, penetrative sex, some vague sexting/a sex tape being watched, praise/dirty talk central, size kink, unprotected sex, handjob (f receiving), max being a meanie
It’s busy today. You haven’t seen him all day.
To be fair, you weren’t necessarily looking—not at first, anyways. How many days had it been since the last time, now? The one in your hotel room? Almost two weeks, you think. The real answer’s blurry in your head, especially when you count the close calls, but this should be a record for you two at this point. Neither of you acknowledge that the only reason you’ve been so good at staying away from each other is because when you’re not roped into the same media junket, you avoid each other at all costs.
The media pen is full; everybody’s shoulder-to-shoulder because a few other networks bought their way into the space for the Singapore race. Right when your mind settles back into the focus of work, though—
“Here,” he says, his voice rough and tickling your ear. You nearly stumble forward, shocked at how his voice almost vibrates through you, a low trill that ripples top to bottom.
His hand settles at the small of your back, like his verbal confirmation wasn’t enough on its own; it’s big and his thumb rubs softly at the smooth strip of skin in-between your low skirt and your top. “Passing through.”
“Sure,” you say, dry. “Sorry.” You clear your throat and cant backwards into his touch—briefly, before you step forward and allow him to pass fully. Across you, Lissie looks up from her phone and you sense her trying to gauge why you’re so close to Max.
You blink and wait for him to disappear, wondering what you’ll tell her—how, more like. How the conversation even opens. How you’d phrase the truth, which in itself is a horribly grey area. Well, Lis, if you must know, Max and I have casual sex. A lot. It’s actually not very casual. We stopped now, but—yes, Max. That Max, yes.
“What about Max?”
Your eyes snap upward and then to your left, where you can see Max’s figure disappearing into a crowd of engineers. They return to Lissie and you feign confusion to mask panic. “What?”
“You were spacing out and then suddenly said his name.” She presses the tip of her pen onto her chin, humming. She doesn’t look at you and you thank God for it—eye contact would’ve rattled the truth out of you in seconds.
“I…” You shake your head. “I was irritated with—I’ve been irritated with him all morning. It’s. Yeah.”
“Oh,” she says, nodding, looking away for a second but not pausing. “Oh, okay. D’you wanna go over this edit again?”
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The stale air of his hotel room, alleviated only by the vaguely fragrant linen spray they use when he’s out, is what greets Max when he arrives in the afternoon.The first thing he does—the only task he’d even thought of en route here—after the door clicks shut is pull up his Messages app and type.
Just got to hotel. He tosses his phone onto the bed while he waits, tugs his cap off and rakes reckless fingers through his hair. His new stylist’s got him onto jeans that don’t “look painted on” (you once said, verbatim), but he’d rather die than lounge in denim, so he swaps them out for just his Calvins.
His mind’s lethargic, but even his version of lethargic is high-drive for others—his brain has the silly tendency to work in absolute overdrive. He itches for a drink and orders a Scotch on the telephone. He checks his phone, which is lying facedown still, and as soon as he picks it up it chimes with your reply.
OK, nice. Did u need something?
No, just wanted to let you know. He hits send, then adds another. You’re off @ 8?
Ended early, I’m in the car. He’s in the middle of drafting a response when you send a follow-up.
I thought we agreed no contact unless business
He scoffs out a dry laugh. Despite himself, he reads the text in your voice, his brain completing the image of the bossy tone with crossed arms and a wickedly arched brow. In response he types: Can’t even update a friend nowadays? I am very tired you know.
Rules are rules, he reads. Then, Get some rest.
Yeah. Got a drink.
I said rest, not drink. Even then he can hear the exasperation in your voice.
How was work? I hurt a muscle doing training. That’s why I’m at the hotel early.
Feel better soon, you send. Had some press stuff today. Boring shit
Yeah? I missed you today.
Really?
A lot. He hums and leans backward, lets his head settle into the pillow, the smell of the linen spray consuming his nostrils. He waits for his phone to buzz, vibrate softly on the hard surface of his chest. It does, after a few minutes, after he’s let his eyes shut and let himself rest them for a bit, after the room service comes knocking and gives him the Scotch he’d requested while ago.
He’s back sitting on his bed when it vibrates. He picks it up and reads: How much?
You’re awfully easy to rile up. He smiles around the rim of his glass—he knows exactly where this is heading.
So much I think I’ll watch some videos of us.
The only caveat of casual sex as two people who essentially dislike each other is the fact that it’s all under wraps—which means if you two try to sneak off together, or are even caught in the same vicinity, people raise suspicions. And that means there are weeks where you barely get to fuck.
And that means you both grow antsy for it. He makes fun of you for being needy, when you’re tipsy and palming at the denim of his jeans or when you bend over when you know he’s looking. But the truth is he grows needy for it, too, craves you like you’re all that matters—he gets extra handsy, drops another innuendo when he knows you’re listening. There is a case to be made that he’s worse, in fact, because fans sometimes skirt around his words and wonder why he sounds so flirty when you’re the reporter in the room.
It was difficult but eventually he found a minor workaround: sometimes he films the two of you. There’s none of those propping his phone up kind of stuff, he just fishes for it in the middle of fucking you so he can store it for himself. It’s locked on his phone and he only has a few (the few has grown in number lately), but God it gives him release when he needs it and you’re not there.
I’ll call you when I’m at the lobby, comes the response. It’s always futile, the attempts to stay away from each other.
He pulls up the folder and lets his eyes skate over the thumbnails, squeezes himself through his boxers. Fuck. He can’t seem to decide what he wants to watch—the ones of you sucking him off, the ones of his fingers stretching you out. He recalls the whine in your voice in each of them, the pleads that escaped you for him to fuck you harder.
So Max, for the life of him, can’t even count how many times these videos have made him cum. But there’s one he hasn’t seen yet—the one he took the night before you two parted. You’d become extra needy on this night, preceding the season, he supposes, the separation. You already were anticipating the deprivation, starved for him more than usual. He’d have kissed you pretty, given you one orgasm after another and still you’d want more. And on this night it was you who asked him to film, you who wanted all of them on tape, so you’d both have something to tide you over until he got to fuck you again.
He pulls his cock out and strokes over it. And with his other hand, he presses his thumb on that video.
In it he’s fucking you in the dark, keeping the phone’s flashlight on your pussy as he sinks his cock into you. When he pulls back out the light reflects on the slick coating his dick, makes it glisten. It looks so wet, sounds so wet, with each thrust into you. He remembers just how it feels; he imagines that he’s back in your bed, fucking you again; that his fist is your pussy, and the spit lubricating it is the wetness that’s drooling out of you on camera.
He can see how tight you are—the way your pussy grips the shaft each time he pulls his cock out, greedy for him. Just like you.
The two of you were supposed to be quiet, too. You were at a hotel, your room beside another driver’s; you were supposed to be careful not to stir anyone. But your moans are louder than he remembers; so is the way you say, breathily, between gasps, Right there, Maxie, m’so close. Max inhales through his teeth, his cock throbbing at that—that Maxie, the cute little whimper out your mouth.
He strokes himself faster, watches the way your fingers slip into frame to rub at your clit, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier. He can see, hear—feel how wet you are, the sound of your cunt growing wetter with every thrust. He hears his own voice again, mutter out So good for me, yeah? And your babbled affirmation in response.
You cum hard, your slick getting everything wet and shiny and Max watches himself cum next. His dick’s already spurting when he pulls out and lets himself release on your lower stomach, some of it shooting onto your tits. He blinks, anchors himself back, quickens his wrist and digs his heels into the bed to keep himself from coming. Just a second longer. He knows what comes next and he needs to see it.
Like clockwork, he watches two of your fingers swipe through his cum, bringing them up to your lips. You blink up at the camera and smile. Quit it, your lips mouth, pink and cum-slick. Put it down, Maxie… fill me up again. He releases in weak spurts over his fist, a damp, flushed grunt escaping him as he does. He feels like the air’s been knocked out of him.
His phone rings and he presses it to his ear. “Hey, angel. Come on up.”
One week later
“Vodka,” you say to the bellboy when you get to the elevator. “To my hotel room. Very cold. Please. And thank you.”
The guy scurries off to fetch it for you, and five minutes and one elevator ride later, you're wrestling himself into your room, flexing your sore foot. Japan does hotel rooms well. The leather of your Manolo digs into your foot the way it does after you’ve walked the entire day and you can feel a blister forming on the back of your right heel but it doesn’t really matter, you guess, if you’re already home. Hotel-home, anyway.
You expect to find solace lounging on your bed, waiting out the hours to your morning briefing for the race and throw back a glass or two of vodka.
Instead, you find Max on your couch. He’s sipping ice-cold vodka—your ice-cold vodka.
“Hey, pretty,” he says. “Good vodka. I got staff to wire my FIFA on the TV.”
You just stare. “My TV. What,” you say, your eyes spotting the bottle of frosty vodka by his glass, “are you doing here?”
“I hadn’t seen you all day and I wanted to,” he explains simply. “Do you want food or something?”
“Food? I—nevermind,” you shrug. You’re frozen by the door, only just warmed now from the cold air that bit at your bare legs. “Max, how long have you been here?”
“Since Will Buxton started the post-FP debrief,” he huffs. He fiddles with the remote in his grip and extends it to the TV, where FIFA comes to life. “Aw, come on, angel. I know, I know. No sex and all that. I just like your company, you know?”
“Please. Go fuck yourself,” you scoff, toeing off your shoes and wiping your hands on the fabric of your skirt. He says one thing but you expect another—it’s only natural, given all the other times one of you had failed to keep a similar promise. But still you walk yourself beside him, fix the strap of your short dress, and allow him to pour you a drink.
“You know what I’ve been thinking about lately?” He asks absently. “About how you’re always having these talks with me about… about not having sex anymore, but you never even last two days.” He raises you the glass. “What is it, relapsing?”
“Fuck you,” you mutter. “It’s only because you keep trying to get me all hot and bothered.” You recall each time: in Monaco, in Madrid, in France. “Maybe if you got off my back once in a while, we’d be back to normal.”
He shrugs. “You just don’t have strong resolve.”
“Excuse me?” You scoff, irritation scratching at your throat.
“Wanna test that out? Come play.”
Your eyes flit over to the bright screen, all exhaustion cleared from your system. An animated Kylian Mbappe kicks a football in a loop. “Fine. One round and you’re out of my room.” He throws his hands up in surrender and you make a move to sit next to him. Max puts his hands out towards you then, nodding. You mistake it for some handshake, accept them, and then he’s wrangle you onto his lap facing outward. You feel your pulse at your throat as he pulls you tight against him.
“This is cheating,” you say, your voice dry.
“You got it wrong. Teaching.”
He moves his fingers atop yours, explaining what to press, what goes where, what to do for this or that. He can smell your perfume, hear your stilted breaths, and when he peeks over your shoulder he can see where your dress falls loose, showing the lace of your bra and your tits underneath them.
If he had it his way, he’d hike your dress up and have you ride him. But he’s given you a challenge.
You play a practice round and end up scoring a few goals, fingers making quick work of the buttons. Behind you, Max watches, content, answering your questions when you ask them hurriedly—how do I do this? That? Did I just score?
You score once, then twice, then three times, and before you know it you’re scoring in quick succession. The game is fun—it’s easy. If Max was trying to give you a hard time, he failed. You grow determined, competitive within seconds (something he really should’ve anticipated), and you’re scoring goals with skill that you’d confidently say rivals Max’s.
Max. You almost—almost forget he’s there, and then you sit up straighter and you’re hit with the sensation of his dick pressing into your ass. You inhale sharply and the controller clatters to the floor.
“You okay, pretty?” His hand comes up to rest on your knee, inching closer and closer with every hitch of your breath. Your hand, now free of the controller, seizes his, stopping it right at the middle of your thigh.
“I’m fine.”
“Yeah? You look stressed.” He doesn’t move. “You were so close, too, weren’t you?” The score stares you right in the face: 4-5. “Maybe you just need to get your mind off it.” It’s so bullshit, so extremely obvious, but he’s right in your ear and his hand is so near where you’ve missed its presence.
You’re usually competitive. You can usually hold your ground. But with this and him—
“Maybe,” you breathe, loosening your grip. He spreads his legs, spreading yours in the process, and brings his hand closer, running slender fingers over the lace material of your underwear until you’re squirming. It grows damper the more he touches, your mouth hanging open with stunted whimpers.
“You always come back to me, schatz, don’t you,” he says, whispers against your ear. You wrench a moan out. “Remember the first time? You interviewed me in Abu Dhabi… you teased me the whole day and begged to come thrice in my room. The time in Monaco you touched yourself to me when I was in the next room. The time we almost hooked up in Miami…” He groans, to himself more than you. “You’re a dirty girl.” He’s curling two fingers inside of you now, grazing against the sweet spot pulls the most delicious moans out of your innocent mouth.
“Every time… you go, that was the last time.” While your mind recaps the memories he’s busy spelling into your ear, Max’s fingers are curling inside of you against that sweet spot just right, and your moans are getting louder and louder.
“Fuck,” he huffs, watching your flushed face get more and more euphoric.
“Aw, pretty, look at that,” Max laughs. He’s looking at your thighs, watching the way they tense and shake as his fingers stroke your g spot. Each pump and curl into your twitching pussy feels better and better, and your dripping walls are starting to clench around his fingers.
“Wait, I—I can’t,” you pant, lolling your head onto his shoulder and involuntarily bucking your hips upward.
“Yeah you can,” he orders. “It’s so easy to get you to cum, isn’t it? Or is that just for me? The driver you hate the most?” He laughs. “Get all wet for the guy you couldn’t care less about. Say you hate me and get my dick nice and wet the next day.” You’re grinding onto his three fingers now, shameless with it.
“Are you gonna cum?” He asks.
“Oh,” you whine. “Yeah, fuck—yes.”
“Tell me what you’re gonna do,” he says wickedly. You can hear him smile.
“I’m gonna—please—I��m gonna cum,” you pant, tension coming to a halt and then bursting all at once out of you. His other arm holds your hips down against him, and you spend a minute and another twitching, your skin sticky with sweat and slick.
It’s not long before you’re whirled back to face him, your hands making quick work of his jeans. It’s a skill you’ve both mastered, the art of the quickie—in closets, hotel rooms, with sweaty, open-mouthed kisses pressed along the column of your throat, moans swallowed.
He hikes your dress up and your panties to the side, immediately bullies his cock into you—the glide is slow, but easy. You’re so fucking wet.
“Fucking big,” you gasp out. “Jesus, Jesus—fuck.” Your head drops and presses against his; he uses the opportunity to kiss you. You moan into it, feeling the stretch, your slick wetness dragging down the length of him as he thrusts up, up, further. “Been a while.”
“Feel good, though, yeah?” Your toes curl and you nod; you’re flushed all over and you need him to hurry up. You grind downward, onto him. He does, then, fucks you hard and fast, like he’s thirsted for this for way longer than he did. You’re squirming, all wet, and it tempts him to go harder. Your face is shiny with sweat, lips drawn in between your teeth.
“Slo—slow down,” you manage, babbling; he doesn’t, speeding up his thrusts until you’re moaning his name. “Max—wait—fuck, you’re so mean,” you whine, wrapping your arms around him and letting him take control.
“You’re fine,” he grunts, pulling out almost all the way. “You take my dick so well, schatz, every fucking time. Don’t you?”
“I do,” you gasp out, and he’s slamming into you gain. You cry out loudly, sniffling from the overstimulation—you’d barely recovered from your initial orgasm and already you’re hurtling into what feels like three at the same time.
“For someone who doesn’t like me,” he sneers, “you sure do moan like a slut, huh?”
His words get you more turned on than you’re willing to admit, but you shake your head.
“No?” He laughs, breathy from the effort. “Maybe I should film you now. Send it to your boss, let him see his stellar reporter’s getting Verstappen’s dick wet.”
Finally, the tension building inside of you reaches a head, and your pussy starts to twitch around his dick. He notices, grunts sharply and leans forward, shuddering as he releases into you. Your moans are choked and tapering into whimpers as you release slick all over him, and you attempt to catch your breath, collapsing onto his still-clothed, now-sticky chest. You scratch at the dri-fit material and inhale him, the smell of his cologne, his sweat. You bite at his earlobe, laugh when he flinches.
“That,” you say into his skin, “was the last time.” It’s both seriously and as a joke, playing off of what he’d remarked earlier.
“Jesus, princess. I’m still inside you.”
You giggle and drum lightly along the plane of his chest. In a few minutes he’ll pick you up to shower, but now you’re content to inhale him in. Quietly you wonder why you just can’t get enough of him—if you were in better senses, you’d have realized he was thinking the same thing about you.
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ᝰ.ᐟ 📞 — C.SC ; ! boyfriend headcanons.
sfw & nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+. this took me a while but haha finally nonuify debut !!
📓 ! he would be so shy like what ?? u would also mistake him for being cold for pda but he’s just shy lol
📓 ! he would start to warm up eventually into becoming really clingy to u and take u two would go out on cute lil dates every week and ofc yall would hold hands 24/7
📓 ! texting about your and his day is must in your guys’s relationship like imagine him being pouty for not texting him u would just melt ughhh
📓 ! facetime-ing u always when he’s away on tour or other business activities till one of u are asleep he’s just loves & misses u so much </3
📓 ! you are his muse for taking pics of you alone or with him, he has a whole album of you obvi !
📓 ! u would let him do the pink bow w his arms trend (we all know he would do it for u.)
📓 ! he will spoil you. no matter how much u protest he won’t care and will still buy u gifts flowers anything he will treat his princess only with luxury !!!
📓 ! his pet-names for u are “baby , princess, doll, angel” but mostly calls u by your name or a nickname of y/n.
📓 ! bf cheol would let kkuma stay w you while he’s busy (congrats you are now an official parent)
📓 ! will always be there for u in your ups and downs such a comforting aura to be around with, will never stop cuddling and kissing u till you feel better.
📓 ! high-key a possessive bf would hold ur waist or ass ALWAYS.
! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ nsfw starting from this point.
📓 ¡ remember me saying he would spoil you? yeah would buy you a pretty necklace or some elegant looking lingerie and would fuck you silly in it. he would groan in your ear and say “my precious princess looks so cute with all the things i spoil her in.” and ofc he would fuck you in-front of a mirror while saying that??
📓 ¡ he would be either a meanie or softie in bed depending which he’s feeling (and what your feeling ofc!!)
📓 ¡ is such an ass person like he would take you doggy-style and spank your ass or grab it might bite it tbh…
📓 ¡ would leave marks all over you body especially your boobs/neck & would admire his work
📓 ¡ he has such a BIG bulge kink oh my god. while fucking would see your pretty tears fall and press your tummy to see his head poking it letting out the most sultry moan known to man.
📓 ¡ carfucking is one of his fav spots to fuck in lol
📓 ¡ phone-sex is a must when he’s busy, but when he can’t call u. would probs masturbate with ur panties n send a pic of the aftermath.
📓 ¡ but he is such a romantic tho he will make love to you and whisper the most sweetest thing a person could say :(
📓 ¡ the best after-care u could think of. a warm bath for you is always ready when u guys are done, kisses, cuddles & sweet words are the most important!! in the end we all know cheol is a sucker for his lover </3.
! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thank you for reading >ᴗ< !!
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"I don't like your stupid, white hair."
"And I don't like your boring, brown hair, buddy."
"W-well... well, I don't like your ugly, doo-doo face!"
"Your mama does."
The two could go bickering like this for hours on end if you let them. What may seem to be a mutually digressive arrangement is actually an oddly adorable bonding in disguise. Satoru and your son put on a front of being annoyed at the other's presence, but you've never seen them apart for longer than a few minutes at a time. They've grown on each other; much like how moss grows on a statue that's been lingering out in the open. An indispensable cycle of life that's truly inevitable.
"No, she doesn't! She doesn't! She likes... sof- sofis... sofistogated guys."
"You mean sophisticated?"
"Shut up!"
You'd been terrified that your little one wouldn't have a father-figure to rely on anymore after you divorced your husband. However, it was something you had to do for his sake. The child deserved to live in an environment that wasn't always reeking of alcohol, where he wasn't subjected to the constant, drunk yelling of a pathetic excuse of a father who couldn't get his shit together and lazed around at home all day while you did all the work. If that meant that you'd have to raise him on his own, then so be it. At least he'd be raised properly. Signing those papers was, by far, the easiest decision you'd ever made.
"I'm not shutting up because a kid in clothes too big for him is telling me to."
"You... you're the one always wearing tight clothes around the house to impress my mama."
"No, that's because I'm ripped. Gotta show off what I've got. And your mama loves that."
"Oh, yeah? That means you show off your... your - um... ugly, doo-doo face!"
Would you regard it a miracle that Satoru just so happened to stumble into your life around that very time? Well, relatively. Meeting him wasn't something you'd planned, nor anticipated. The kind stranger who offered to pay for your order at a café a year ago has somehow, thanks to quite a romantic sequence of events, turned into your boyfriend; a rock to lean on for when you need the support. And, also, someone that your little one can look up to (with the fun, bonus benefit of the pair getting into silly, childish quarrels nine times out of ten). What is Satoru if not a three-hundred-and-thirty-six-month-old toddler, too? Puts your five-year-old to utter shame with the way he acts.
"Enough. Baby, we've been over this before. Behave."
"But, mama, he's being a meanie!" "But, babe, he's acting all pretentious."
The responses come simultaneously: one is high pitched and whiny, and the other is your son. Sometimes, you have to pause and ask yourself how you haven't gone insane yet. It's the love that keeps you from falling apart. How could you ever harbor any other feeling for these two, except for wanting to cherish them? You just... need to work on a pet name that doesn't apply to the both of them at once.
"I don't want to hear it. Sweetie, finish your lunch. And, Satoru?"
"Yes, honey-who-loves-me-and-my-'ugly, doo-doo'-face?" He's smirking, snickering, while saying this, the sly bastard. When will the pair ever relent on trying to one-up the other?
"Why have you got one of my hair ties on your wris- never mind. Don't forget to change the sheets in our room. I'd do it myself if not for the meeting I need to get to in an hour."
"Yes, ma'am."
Cue a tiny gasp.
"But, mama..." The voice of your little one breaks the peaceful silence at the dining table once again. His legs start kicking back and forth - a sign that he's growing restless - from the chair they're dangling off of. He's got a protest already forming up in that head of his. "Toru said he'd take me to the skate park today. And he promised to get ice cream after."
Toru, huh? That's new. You can't help the smile that paints itself on your lips. The two have been getting along pretty well, it seems, contrary to all the bickering they do. That's always nice to know. It's amusing to see the dynamic they've built. One second, they're riling each other up to no end, the next, they've already formed a secret alliance to go out and have fun together. How cute. "Is that so?"
"Mhm! So that means we need to leave riiight after I finish my lunch. Don't get mad, okay?"
It's the small things like these that warm your heart. Some sacrifices can be made if it's in regards to this adorable (step, even though you haven't married Satoru yet)father-son moment. The sheets are insignificant right now. "Awwh. Of course I won't get mad, baby. It's good for you to want to spend more time with Satoru. Isn't he a fun guy?"
"... maybe."
. . .
"Just make sure he's safe out there. Helmet and gear on at all times, no big ramps. And don't let him eat too much sugar. He'll get hyper. Once the rush dies down, he'll get cranky -"
Satoru's arm wraps around your waist before you can finish your sentence, pulling you overwhelmingly close to his frame. Instinctively, your arms move to wrap around his neck, just the way Satoru likes it. Oh, how he wants to just throw everything else out the window and drag you to the nearest room with a lock in place.
"You -" A quick peck to your lips, followed by a nibble on your bottom lip. "- worry -" Another peck. "- too -" Another. "- much." Then, an unexpected bite on the shell of your right ear. "I'd never allow myself to let that little demon get hurt; or hyper."
Large hands wander across the curve of your back, resting firm on your butt. Satoru doesn't want to expose your son to the way he's squeezing your plush flesh with his long digits, so he shifts to have your back pressed against the wall. A perfect opportunity to kiss you - which the man can't help but seize. What else is a smitten boyfriend to do while waiting for your son to get ready and come down from his room upstairs? Lips against lips until one of you pulls away for air. "He's safe with me, okay?"
"Okay."
"Atta girl. Now, you go to that meeting of yours. And, tonight, after we both get back- oww."
"Groooss! Don't kiss my mama, or you'll make her ugly! Like youuu!"
"Baby, no. Don't kick Satoru's ankles-"
"I'm saving you, mama."
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acting a fool with katsuki
“girl… the fuck is wrong with you?”you were just a silly goose, but also high as a kite. and giggles come from your mouth as you scooch next to him some more. he scrunched his eyebrows in a knit, curling his top lip at the corner. “lost yo’ damn mind.”
“katttttsssukiiii,” you drag his name out, hearing his sigh and a laugh under his breath. “i havent said anything yet!”
“because i know yer’ finna ask some dumb shit.”
“meanie,” you pouted, squeezing his chest. “theyre so small..”
he swats your hands, scoffing. “bitch, im at least a a ‘a’ cup.” he says, acting offended. “stop squeezing my tits.”
“then put them away, whore.” you giggle, him shaking his head around in confusion. “you heard me, nasty.”
“how the fuck can i put them away, stupid?” he pokes at your forehead. “now had i said that to you..”
“misogyny. you would be a misogynist.” you say in a matter of fact tone. “because im a woman.” that logic didnt really make sense, not even to you.. but you also said shit just to be dumb. “so suck it.”
if the straight faced emoji was a person, it would be katsuki in this moment. “you know, you a piece of work.” he chuckled himself, patting your head and smiling down to you. yeah, he may have stress lines on his head or smile lines, but it was because of you.
“you knew this when we got together.”
“did i ?”
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