#yes i traced the car

[fox42o]

Carmen Sandiego art dump‼️

(Shadowsan, Dosuko, and Roundabout) ((pre wanting to kill each other)) (((I am a firm believer they have all kissed each other at some point)))

AVATAR AU‼️‼️⁉️

(Carm’s the Avatar, because 1. Obviously and 2. Shadowsan having a major ‘uh oh’ moment realising he delivered the avatar to VILE is so funny)

…and some Shadowchase to finish things off 🙏

[starberrrry]

My husband hates me using this skin because he can't hide in cars anymore

[entitystuff]

they got one of those toy electric cars

[valgeristik]

Modern au man with every job etc. do u see my vision

(thank u @blu3mila for the best discord message ever that i will keep on my desktop till the end of times. also thank you to this great post for inspiration)

[hansuart]

embarrassing yourself infront of your crush (based on a Thomas Sanders vine)

[danganronpa96]

eve and ena would definitely be best friends

they're going to mcdonald's

[dawn-does-art]

Joel Toretto I drew while watching fast and furious

[fairy-angel222]

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

His tie loosened from the fancy date you two were just on, first few buttons undone with his grip hard on the staring wheel. Veins prominent from the rolled up sleeves of his shirt.

His eyes don’t leave the road when you begin to whimper and whine. Leaned back against the passenger seat as his hand traces up your thigh and your dress, pads of his fingers toying with your clit through the thin fabric of your panties.

You moaned softly, your own smaller hands reaching out to grab his wrist tightly when he skillfully slipped your panties to the side. Thick fingers dancing along your wet slit before settling on the tiny bud.

“Kento...”

Your back arched when he began rubbing small circles, your thighs twitching in need as your little noises of pleasure filled the dark vehicle. Your body jolting with each touch to the sensitive set of nerves.

Nanami only smiled to himself, barely sparing you a glance as he maneuvered each turn back to his home. “Hmm, yes darling?” The pace of his fingers only speeding up as your gasps and mewls increased in volume. Grinding your hips onto his hand when your head fell back against the seat.

“Nngh.. Kento,” You moaned, lips parting in soft pants. “Need.. n-need them inside.”

Nanami’s smile grew into a smirk. “Oh? Is my girl so greedy that she won’t take what i give her?” He teased, chuckling when you pushed his hand further down with a sound of agreement. “You want them inside you darling? Tell me how badly.”

“Really bad, want them in me really bad.”

He hummed, fingers trailing down further just as the car swerved to the right. Nanami taking the chance to slip two fingers into you with ease.

Your grip on his wrist tightened, letting out a string of short cries when he began fucking them into you. Curling them up sweetly into your g spot as you mewled his name loudly. Small tears welling in your eyes as your body trembled. Having already been so close to a prior orgasm.

“F-fuckk. Kento baby— ahh.” You couldn’t control the noises that slipped past your lips, eyes rolling back with ragged breaths as Nanami pressed into all the right places to drive you crazy. His thumb extending upwards to play with your still aching clit.

“You like that sweetheart?” Nanami cooed, shifting slightly in his seat as his cock strained in his pants. His fingers being put on auto mode as he focused on getting you home safely.

He knew your body like the back of his hand, pleasuring you came like second nature.

Especially with the way your glassy eyes rolled back beside him, crying out his name with a shaky moan as you were pushed closer and closer to the edge. “O-oh god.. ‘m gonna cum.” You breathed, toes curling as your body’s sensitivity went up by a tenfold. Nanami’s every touch scorching your skin as you waited for his command.

“Go on sweetheart, cum for me.”

You crumbled.

Body shaking lightly as you messily coated his fingers in your slick. An assortment of sweet sounds bubbling in your throat as your pussy spasmed. Drenching him and his seat when you squirted with a cry.

“Good girl.”

You shivered when his fingers slipped out of you. Your eyes peeling open to see him pulling up into his driveway. Putting the car in park before he finally turned to you, pressing his lips to yours with a groan.

“How about you do that on my tongue next?”

[vampjaeyun]

LEE HEESEUNG FIC REC LIST

s, smut | f, fluff | a, angst | suggestive is noted

since my fic recs are super popular on my nct blog, I decided to start on this blog! fics with less words and less plot/more smut are near the bottom of the list.

i don't want to be your roommate, i want to kiss your neck [ bestfriend's brother!heeseung x fem!reader ] s,f,a

let's collab [ camboy!heeseung x camgirl!reader] s

lee heeseung - the brother's best friend trope, part two [ brother's bestfriend!heeseung x fem!reader ] s,f,a

only if you say yes [ enemies to fwb au ] s,f,a

traces of you. [ loser!heeseung x tutor!reader ] s,f,a

cherry [ pervert!heeseung x virgin!reader ] s,f,a

you plus me [ ex-friend!heeseung x fem!reader ] s,f,a

tides of regret [ ex bestfriend!heeseung x fem!reader ] s,f,a

coffee & cream [ virgin!heeseung x virgin fem!reader ] s,f,a

falling alone [ lieutenant!heeseung x therapist housewife!reader, strained marriage au ] s,f,a

player rank: platinum [ simp gamer!heeseung x fem!reader, sister's bf au ] s,a

only if you say yes (please say yes) [ enemies to lovers au ] s,f,a

two's a company [ incompatible friend!heeseung x fem!reader, forced proximity au] s

i offer you my everything [ basketball captain!heeseung x virgin!reader ] s,f

m.o.r.e. - my only ruined escape [husband's friend!heeseung x fem!reader, toxic marriage au ] s,f,a

not if it's you, part two [ nerd!heeseung x fem!reader, strangers to lovers ] s,f,a

racing, beating [ illegal-racer!heeseung x model!reader, arranged marriaged au ] s

one hundred and one [ little brother's bestfriend!heeseung x fem!reader ] s,a

how to get back at your ex [ ex!heeseung x fem!reader, coworkers au ] s,f,a

what you need [ boyfriend's friend!heeseung x fem!reader, roommates au ] s,a

you make me [ stranger!heeseung x insomniac!reader ] suggestive

wrong doings [ stepdad!heeseung x stepdaughter!reader ] s,a

cross the line [ childhood best friends to lovers ] s,f

prince charming's mismatch [ prince!heeseung x princess!reader ] suggestive

pool party [ brother's bestfriend!heeseung x fem!reader, pool party au ] s,f,a

saint matthew's academy [toxic rich!heeseung x innocent!reader, private school au ] s,f,a

playground crush [ neighbor!heeseung x fem!reader, strangers to lovers ] s

as long as you'll let me [ virgin!heeseung x badgirl!reader ] s

i hate you [ bestfriend's brother!heeseung x fem!reader ] s,f

the space between [ rich basketball player!reader x flowershop owner!reader ] s,f,a

give it time [ inexperienced!heeseung x jake's sister!reader ] s

conflict of interest [ pool cleaner!heeseung x rich fem!reader ] s

heavenly [ established relationship, stuck inside due to storm au ] s

“just sit on my lap, it’ll be fine” [ gamer!heeseung x fem!reader, no nut november au ] s

two moons [ plug!heeseung x fem!reader ] s

want [ boyfriend!heeseung x fem!reader, first time au ] s

tethered [ emo!heeseung x fem!reader, childhood friends to lovers au ] s,a

mine or yours? [ stepbrother!heeseung x fem!reader ] s

helping hand [ bestfriend!heeseung x fem!reader ] s

let me show you [ experienced friend!heeseung x inexperienced fem!reader ] s,f

the girl from the bar [ bartender!heeseung x fem!reader ] s,f

easy access [ ex!heeseung x fem!reader ] s,a

a sucker for the taste [ experienced husband!heeseung x virgin!reader ] s,f

apple cider [ roommate!heeseung x fem!reader ] s

something new [ established relationship au ] s

taste [ munch!heeseung x fem!reader ] s

90 days of pleasure [ enemies to lovers ] s,f,a

teddy bear pajamas [ heeseung x jay's sister!reader ] s

surprise [ established relationship au ] s

plushies and headsets [ bestfriend!heeseung x petite!reader ] s

addicted [roommate!heeseung x tutor!reader ] s

wet [ water gun fight au ] s

road trip [ friend!heeseung x fem!reader, smut in car w friends ] s

diet pepsi [ bestfriend's brother!heeseung x virgin!reader ] s

the love game [ gamer!heeseung x fem!reader, established relationship ] s,f

wet dreams [ roommate!heeseung x fem!reader ] s

attention [ gamer boyfriend!heeseung x fem!reader ] s

tasty [ bestfriend!heeseung x fem!reader ] s

breaking free [ stoner!heeseung x fem!reader ] suggestive,f,a

forced roommates or forced to be lovers? [ popular pervy!gamer heeseung x popular cheerleader!reader ] s,f

homecoming [ idol!heeseung x fem!reader, established relationship ] s

[wonbloom]

diet pepsi

pairing: bffsbrother!heeseung x fem!reader

summary: “losing all my innocence in the backseat” or bffsbrother!heeseung takes your virginity in the backseat of his car!! this is inspired by diet pepsi by addison rae lolz

warnings: smut!!! 18+ only mdni, pinv, loss of virginity, fingering, heeseung & reader being horny asf for eachother, mentions of alcohol, swearing, intentional lowercase, pls lmk if i’m missing anything!!

word count: 2k+

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“are you gonna fucking do something?” you whine, squeezing your thighs around heeseung’s head.

he’s been lazily placing kisses along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs for the last few minutes, leaving the area slightly sticky and moist with his saliva.

you can hear him chuckling into your skin and you roll your eyes, your head falling back and thudding against the condensation covered window behind you. the position isn’t exactly comfortable; with the inner handle of the backseat door digging into your shoulder blade and the leather of heeseung’s car seats sticking to your exposed ass, only covered by the skimpy thong you’d picked out for this evening. your denim skirt lies abandoned in the footwell of the passenger seat alongside heeseung’s tshirt, tossed away carelessly where the tryst had began.

you’re awoken from your thoughts by heeseung nipping at your skin lightly, it’s not enough to truly hurt but it pulls you from your sweaty daze enough to look down at his smirking face. he moves away from his position so close to your core and notes the pout on your face. he’s quick to sit up and pull you into his jean clad lap, large hands immediately reaching for the meat of your ass.

“didn’t anyone teach you that patience is a virtue baby?” heeseung whispers into your ear, his tongue laving out towards your earlobe. “i’m gonna give you what you want, don’t worry. i just want to take my time with you.”

even though the arrogance in heeseung’s words make you clench your teeth, you can’t deny the way you’re dripping into the seat of your panties, and it’s no doubt that heeseung can feel it too.

heeseung connects his lips with yours for what feels like the millionth time in the past thirty minutes and you can’t help but moan into his mouth, he tastes bitter like the cheap beer you watched him knock back with the rest of his friends and it’s intoxicating. you’re slowly rolling your hips into his, careful with not wanting to seem too desperate. all thoughts of which leave your mind when heeseung grunts and rolls up into you, hands grabbing at your hips appreciatively.

when heeseung pulls away, his gaze stays on your face, seemingly scrutinising your every feature and it makes you flush - suddenly shy under his watchful eyes.

“i’m so fucked,” he breathes out, his forehead falling forward and knocking into yours dully.

your hands grab greedily at his exposed chest, he’s been working out recently and you can tell.

you place your lips against his lightly and speak, “that’s sort of what i was hoping to be.”

heeseung giggles at your words, head lifting up and his hand coming alongside to trace your jaw.

“yeah? you think you’re ready?”

“if me dripping onto your jeans wasn’t enough of an answer then yes. yes i am,” you tease, glancing down to the dark patch now staining the front of heeseung’s jeans.

heeseung joins you in glancing down at the mess, his head quickly jolting back up as he groans.

“you’re sure you’ve never done this before?”

“positive,” you chirp, punctuating your statement with another grind down into heeseung’s prominent bulge.

he places both his hands on your waist to steady you, “if your carry on i’m going to bust in my pants”

you let out an airy laugh in response, “where’s the sex god heeseung i was promised?”

your words seem to light a fire in heeseung as he’s quick to flip your position, holding his hand behind your head as he lies you down across the backseats, hovering over you with a mischievous smirk across his face.

“don’t get cocky baby,” he smiles sweetly, fingers sliding into the sides of your underwear, sliding them down your legs slowly. heeseung doesn’t hide the awed expression on his face as he notes the large wet spot, pocketing your panties into the back of his jeans.

you bring your foot up to poke at his toned stomach and jeer, “perv.”

heeseung grabs you by the ankle and manoeuvres himself between your legs, forcing you to cross them behind his back. he swipes a finger through your wetness, causing you to whimper loudly and watch with glossy eyes as he brings the finger up to his mouth, licking up your juices.

“you love it.” he decides.

instead of fighting back this time, you muster up your best whine and lift your hips up, hoping to entice heeseung into finally gracing your pussy with some attention.

“needy needy baby,” heeseung tuts, his hand so close to where you need him the most. “but you’re so pretty,” he hums. “i guess i’ll give you what you want.”

heeseung plunges two long fingers into your core, pushing in and out slowly as his thumb moves to you with your clit. he continues his ministrations until you’re whimpering and grinding up into his touch, and when heeseung looks down to your flushed face, sweat making your baby hairs stick down to your forehead and eyes wide and glossy, he thinks he’s never seen something so beautiful.

even though your climax is approaching, you can’t help but want more. heeseung stalls as one of your hands reaches down from his chest and grips onto his flexing wrist.

“i want to come when your dick is inside of me,” you admit somewhat shyly.

heeseung pulls his hand out of you slowly and scoffs, “seriously what virgin says stuff like that!”

he’s fast to suck your juices from his fingers and reach for the zipper of his jeans, you can see his hardness straining against the material, making you squirm in anticipation. before heeseung shimmys down his boxers he stills, looking to you.

“you’ve seen a dick before right?”

his words shock you into a small giggle, “yeah, i mean i gave jake a handjob at the movie theatre that one time.”

heeseung looks slightly mortified at the mention of one of his closest friends, “sim keeping it classy i see.”

“and taking my virginity in the back your car is the epitome of class i guess?” you bite back, flicking at heeseung’s chest.

“shut up,” heeseung rolls his eyes, moving quickly to pull his hard cock out of his boxers, silencing you from whatever quip was going to fall from your mouth next.

your breath hitches slightly at the sight of the sheer size of him, “fuck.”

“not so cocky now baby, huh?” heeseung smirks, guiding his cock down to glide between your messy folds.

everytime his tip catches against your clit you both groan into each others mouths, kissing sloppily as heeseung works you up even further.

heeseung’s free hand moves to fondle your tits over the thin tank still adorning your chest, now damp from the perspiration covering your body.

a grind up of your hips causes heeseung’s tip to catch onto your entrance and he whines into your mouth.

“please hee,” you pull back, hands threading into his sweaty hair, “i’m ready.”

heeseung nods at your words and comes down to press a light kiss on your forehead, “okay baby.”

“let me know if it hurts and i’ll stop, okay?” heeseung pushes the tip in further, looking down into your eyes for confirmation and when you nod he carries on.

the sting is noticeable but overpowered by the pleasure, your senses overwhelmed by everything heeseung.

“still okay baby?” heeseung asks, peppering your neck with kisses, leaning down to suck at your exposed cleavage.

“so so good” you moan, grinding up the last little bit so you’re full of him.

you seem to simultaneously let out sighs of relief, which causes you to both giggle.

“you feel so fucking good.” he says earnestly, rocking into you slowly as he begins to find a rhythm.

you shy under heeseung’s words, not used to having the sole attention of the guy you’ve crushed on for the most part of your life.

“you can go faster y’know?” you tease, trying to gain back some of your confidence. “i’m not gonna break.”

heeseung smiles at your usual cocky demeanour returning and decides to listen to your whining, spewing up his slow thrusts into a steady and powerful pattern.

your whimpers grow louder as soon heeseung’s groans as the sounds of sweaty skin slapping fills the car, your hand reaching to card through the short hairs at the back of heeseung’s neck and you have half the mind to hope that no one has wandered far enough from the house party you were in attendance of, because if the fogged you windows weren’t enough evidence then the noise and movement from the car would certainly be enough evidence to alert people of the activities occurring in lee heeseung’s car.

“oh fuck! hee,” you whine as heeseung hits a spot inside you that you weren’t even sure existed.

heeseung notes your reaction and continues his pace until you’re sure you’re seeing stars.

“touch yourself baby,” heeseung orders, grunting in delight as your small hand reaches down to play with your clit.

“i’m so fucking close, please hee,” you cry out, your pleasure heightened by the added stimulation from your fingers.

“i know baby, keep going for me im almost there,” heeseung’s voice is dripping with sex and the squelching noises that emanate from between you are nothing short of obscene, but the only thing on heeseung’s mind is you you you.

heeseung’s vision is slightly obscured by his dripping fringe falling into his eyes, but there’s no way he’s stopping now to move it out of his way, not when he can tell you’re both so close to ecstasy.

you’re free hand that was resting on the back of heeseung’s head moves forward to brush his fringe out of the way, and upon your eyes locking after a gesture that felt all to intimate even during this situation, heeseung’s thrusts become erratic, signaling his incoming climax.

“fuck!” heeseung exclaims, pushing your fingers that were playing with your clit away in favour of his own, drawing tight circles on your clit, that paired with his powerful thrusts throw you over the edge just as heeseung’s pace turns sloppy, quicking pulling out in favour of spurting his cum over your soft stomach. even though you were left clenching over nothing, your body still aches with satisfaction.

heeseung looks sheepishly down at the mess he made on you and quickly apologises, reaching for his shirt to wipe up his drying cum.

looking back to you, heeseung catches you dipping your middle finger into his essence and plunging it into your mouth.

“yum.” you wink.

“dirty,” heeseung jests, “i love it.”

now clean of heeseung’s come you sit up, and lean onto his still shirtless and heaving chest.

“you’ve corrupted me,” you jibe, pulling on a lock of his hair. “stolen my innocence.”

at your words heeseung scoffs, “i’d hardly call you innocent.”

before heeseung’s lips can touch yours, a knock on the window behind you startles you both. heeseung is quick to hide your body behind his to provide you some decency as he rolls down the window.

sunghoon, another one of heeseung’s friends peers in and drunkenly yells.

“your little sister is looking for you! something about not being able to find her friend.”

at his words you tense up and look to heeseung who is trying to hold back his laugh.

“sure buddy, i’ll be back in a minute,” heeseung turns to you with a shit eating grin on his face, not missing how sunghoon murmurs to himself as he walks away.

“smells like fucking sex in there.”

you can’t help but burst into laughter with him.

“we’re so fucked.” you decide.

“we’re so fucked.” he confirms, leaning down to press his lips into yours.

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a/n: AHHHH!!!! this is my first piece of writing that i’ve published on here so i’m very nervous!! it’s also so horny so excuse that lolll i’d be very grateful for any and all feed back so pls reblog comment or send me an ask!!

alsooo feel free to send me any enha thoughts in my ask box as i’m a new writer on here!!

tysm for reading !!!

lux xoxo

[jaylaxies]

ENHYPEN: eating you out

pairing: enhypen legal line x fem!reader

genre/cw: smut, cunnilingus, pussy slapping, face sitting, squirting, car sex, biting, edging, fingering, usage of nicknames.

wc: 861

warning: 18+ content, minors dni

requested: here!

Heeseung:

➤ Tease.

He’d slap your cunt gently, patting it a few times as you whimper and try to close your legs with how overstimulated you felt with the pleasure he gave you, yet he only chuckled, holding your thighs wide open for him, looking at you right in the eye as he bend down to lick a strip of your wet cunt, “fuck,” he groaned at your taste, losing his mind as he practically dived in to devour your pussy, lapping and sucking on your clit harshly, going faster when you cried out, your fingers gripping onto his roots, tugging harshly to the point he was groaning into your cunt, sending vibrations up your spine, causing your back to arch as you sharply inhaled, now clenching uncontrollably around his tongue, your release close. That’s when he stopped, smirking at you, his face covered in your wetness and his drool, “H—heeseung, please,” you begged, and he clicked his tongue, “be patient, doll. I’ll let you cum later.”

Jay:

➤ Worshiper.

He’d press the softest kisses all over your inner thighs as you gasp and look at him, his eyes would be shiny, almost as if he’s in love with every inch of you, his lips travelling up where you need him the most, “can I?” He’d ask softly, pressing the gentlest kiss on your clit when you whisper out a yes. He’d have his eyes closed, his tongue tracing circles around your clit as you arched your back, letting him shove his two fingers into your wet cunt, his thrusts slow and mouth warm on your skin, “so pretty,” he’d mumble against your sensitive bundle of nerves, “all fucking mine now.” He’d kiss your clit again, “fucking mine,” he’d growl into your cunt, getting more desperate by the second as your moans get louder, fueling his desperation to make you fall apart on his tongue, and that’s exactly what he achieves when you cry out his name, gripping on to your sheets in a fist as he laps up every single drop of your cum.

Jake:

➤ Munch.

He’d be absolutely down bad the second he spreads your legs, your cunt is the only thing on his mind, and that’s precisely all what he cares about, especially when you’re in front of him. He’s too drunk on your cunt, his plush lips kissing and sucking on every inch of your pussy, the slurping noises resonating in the car when he devours your cunt as if he’s been hungry for ages. There’s no way for him to stop, not until he’s satisfied. He doesn’t care that his face is covered in your juices or that you’re absolutely crying and begging him to slow down, he would be too dazed to hear you, dead set on giving you the best orgasm, “fuck,” he’d mumble, digging his fingers into the flesh of your thighs, practically making you squirt all over his face as he rests his cheek on your thigh, looking up at you with lovesick heart eyes.

Sunghoon:

➤ Flirt.

“You like when I do that, kitten?” He’d ask, smirking between your legs, his tongue caressing your clit in the slightest touch, a gasp leaving your lips as you gripped the bed sheets, “looks like you do,” he chuckles right into your cunt, as if trying to make you lose the last bit of your mind, incoherent words leaving your mouth as you bucked up your hips involuntary to reach your climax which you were ever so desperate for. “You’re such a good kitten for me, so pretty all spread out for me, so desperate, listening to me like a pretty little doll,” he mumbled, fucking his tongue into your mouth, drooling all over to taste your cum, just for his own pleasure.

Sunoo:

➤ Freaky.

He would have you sitting on his face, your cunt spread out for him perfectly in a way that he could devour your pussy, licking and sucking religiously as he hooks his arms around your thighs to keep you in place. “You’re sitting exactly where you belong, darling,” he chuckled, voice crisp even after as he pauses to look up at your tear stained face. Oh how he loved seeing you cry, he loved how sensitive you were and he loved how loud you moaned when he bit on your thighs, going back in to your cunt, sucking on your clit mercilessly to the point you flooded his mouth with your release, which he lapped up with a hungry gaze.

Jungwon:

➤ Playful.

“Like it, angel?” He slapped your cunt, your whines of pleasure getting louder as you shook your head no, which was a complete lie, “no? Tch, I think you love it, baby,” he whispered, kissing down your stomach, till he reached your cunt, winking up at you before immersing himself in eating you out, head crushed in between your thighs as you suffocated him exactly how he liked, chuckling and biting your clit slightly to see your body jerk with pain, “so fucking tasty,” he mumbled, licking up big stripes and grabbing your tits to squeeze them harshly, to hear the moans of his name reverberate all over the room.

© jaylaxies | tumblr

[milfr0t]

Toji knows something is up with you. For the past few weeks, he had caught you staring down at his hands miltiple times. Yes, his hands.

You two would be having casual conversations and your eyes would keep glancing down repeatedly at his hands. At first he thought he was just overthinking it, maybe you were just staring at something else and he was reading into it too much. But that theory quickly proved to be false when he accidentally saw you gulping at the sight of his hands on the steering wheel when he was driving.

One night while you two were just hanging out in the car after a date, he decided he could not take the suspense any longer. "Ma" he blurts out and you hum to him in reponse, eyes still glued to your phone screen. "You know I can tell when you’re staring at my hands, right?" Your face instantly freezes up the second those words leave Toji's mouth.

Shit. So much for being secretive.

"Huh?" you pretended to not have a clue in what he was saying, secretly praying that the ground opened up to swallow you whole at that instant. "Stop acting like you dont know what I'm talking about, baby" he says firmly, staring at you and waiting for a response.

"Fuckk…" you cover your face with your arms and turn to face the car door, completely ashamed that you got caught by Toji. "Its just…" you fidget with your fingers as you try to figure out how to break it to him. "Its just what?" Toji says, waiting patiently for you to put your words together.

"Its just that uhm.." you are looking everywhere but at Toji. "I have a hand kink," you slur your words together quickly, cowering your head in shame because you just feel like a pervert now. Toji chuckles at the sight of you avoiding his gaze, loving just how shy you get around him. You two have gotten intimate for a couple of times now, but you still get shy when talking about things like that.

"What am I gonna do with you, mama" he says as he grins, cupping your face up to make you look up at him. Too shy to say anything else, you press a kiss to his lips instead and feel him smile against your lips. He kisses you back, slowly moving his lips to place kisses all along your jaw all the way to your ear. He tugs on your ear lightly with his teeth, continuing to place wet kisses down your neck.

"Is this what you wanted, doll?" he whispers lowly, tracing his fingers along your lips. He stops right where your mouth is ajar, thick fingers slowly pushing inside your warm mouth.

"Such a dirty girl."

[miniimight]

I need more dad Sukuna and mom reader fics / headcsnons, I love the way you wrote for them!!

hey anon thank you! i'm thinking about making this a series, if you guys have any ideas/requests/prompts lmk <3

PICKING UP BABY FROM SCHOOL oops, toddlers can't ride motorcyles! (dad!sukuna x mom!reader)

sukuna rolled up about twenty minutes before his daughter's school got out, deploying the kickstand of his pitch black motorcycle against the rainbow colored fencing. he pulled off his helmet, sighing deeply when he met fresh air again.

his phone buzzed against his thigh. he pulled it out of his tight cargo pocket, answering immediately when he saw your caller ID. "hey, doll."

"you got there okay?" you asked.

"mhm."

"and you're on the right side of the building? that's where her class comes out."

"mhm."

"great." you exhaled. "m'sorry i couldn't make it this time—"

"stop." he says gruffly, his phone between his shoulder and ear as he pulls off his gloves. "what are you sorry for, silly girl? you're sick and should rest."

he doesn't mind anything when it comes to his two girls, not the fifteen minute commute to her school or the half hour of waiting just to get a parking spot nice and close to the doors.

your laugh was warbled over the phone. "at least the car is air conditioned. it's been getting warmer lately."

"..." he looked down at his bike.

"ryo, baby?" you hummed.

"hm?"

"you did take the car, right?"

"..."

his silence was all you needed to hear. he tuned out your worried rambling about how the hell is your daughter going to get home on that thing in order to process. toddlers don't usually use motorcycles as a mode of transportation... and he should've thought of this before!

"it'd be fine if i had an extra seat." he mused, debating on how he could manage this situation without having to call you to get them.

"an extra seat?! not even an extra helmet?" you shrieked. "baby, i swear, if you're actually thinking about driving with my baby girl on that thing—"

"relax, doll," he grumbled, pushing down the traces of embarrassment burning at his ears. "the brat will be fine, s'just a couple blocks away. she can handle the wind."

"..."

the bell rang and the doors swung open, children pouring out of the hallway and buzzing around in search of their parents.

"she's out, we'll see you soon." he was about to hang up when he heard,

"i'm literally about to come get you, do NOT go anywhere."

he frowns, his eyes scouring the crowd of midgets for his kid. he didn't mean to make you so upset and worried. he just... overlooked important details sometimes. not his fault, he's trying his best :(

"y/n, you will sit your ass down in bed. when i come home, you better be laying down exactly how i left you." he warned. he heard your breath hitch. "you trust me, don't you, baby?"

"yes... unfortunately."

he nodded. "we'll be home soon."

"in one piece?"

he rolled his eyes, grumbling. "yes, woman."

"hm." you huffed and hung up.

he strolled into the compound. as soon as he saw those pretty eyes that creased happily when they landed on him, he smiled and crouched down.

she ran over to him, her backpack jostling behind her. she held up a painting she made. "daddy, look!"

"i see." he pulled her closer, holding the backpack off her back and letting her walk off it. he slung the bedazzled bratz backpack over his shoulder, lifting her up in his arms. "what is it?"

"for mama."

"oh. all your crafts seem to be for mama. still nothing for me." he complained with a drawn out sigh.

she rolled her eyes, and he swore he was looking at you for a second.

"don't roll your eyes at me, brat." he scoffed. "who the hell even taught you that?" he muttered under his breath.

sukuna finally stopped in front of his bike. her eyes lit up as her legs started to kick in excitement. she's only ever seen daddy ride off on this thing, now she gets to ride with him?

he swung his leg over the bike, ignoring the mix of distasteful and flirtatious looks thrown at him. "okay, kid." he exhaled, shrugging off his jacket and holding it up to her. "gotta put this on."

she turned up her nose. "stinky."

his jaw dropped open. "i showered before i came to wait half an hour for you, chubby brat. the hell do you think you're talking to?"

she looked at him as if it were obvious.

"you'll put this on now. give me mama's painting, i'll put it in your bag." he said gruffly yet gently slid the painting into her backpack with the utmost care.

the jacket drowned her, the sleeves near triple the length of her arms. sukuna zipped her up and put the helmet on her head.

she started to whine. "stinky." she wailed.

"hush." he hissed, slapping some shades on and holding her towards her chest firmly. with her protected as best as he could with what he had, and with the jeweled backpack strapped to his back, he began to roll out into the road.

that drive home was the longest thirty minutes of his life. he had never drove so slow before.

you were waiting by the front door, running down to meet them as your husband pulled into the driveway.

"oh my god oh my god," you ripped your baby from his arms, tossing the helmet off her head. "are you okay, baby?" you smoothed away the sweaty hair from her face, your lips pursing when you hear her sniffles.

"my poor baby. daddy's never gonna pick you up again, don't you worry." you peppered her face with kisses.

sukuna caught the helmet before it crashed to the ground, walking behind you with his hands in his pockets. he kissed your temple as he leaned over your shoulder to peer down at his daughter. "daddy didn't do so bad."

you glare at him, cradling your daughter's head against your chest. you whirl away and storm into the house.

he sighed.

after many apologetic kisses and a good amount of groveling, you let him do pick-ups and drop-offs again. though you made sure to watch him get into the car before he drove off.

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[wileys-russo]

the perfect gift II a.putellas

first of my christmas fics for this year! the perfect gift II a.putellas

"-but amor that is not fair!" your wife groaned, slumping down in her chair with a grumpy look plastered into her features. "you asked me a question and i gave you an answer." you smiled coyly, rinsing off the plates you'd both just eaten dinner off of.

"no! i ask you, what is the gift? you say, the gift is perfect. not an answer!" the blonde contested with a scowl, still sat at the table as you chuckled and bent down to load the plates into the dish washer.

"why not? the gift is perfect mi amor, and you will love it." you grinned knowing this was getting under her skin. "can i have a uh, a clue?" alexia tried, frown switching to a charming smile making you snicker as you rounded the bench and headed toward her.

your wife scooted her chair back a little as you arrived, her hands settling possessively on your waist, slender fingers gently tracing the sliver of skin peeking out between your shorts and top.

"mmm a clue." you hummed, pausing as if to think as you pushed your hands through her hair, nails scratching against her scalp as a content exhale dropped from her lips.

"it is something..." you leaned down as her head tilted back, lips ghosting her own which had curled up into a small smile clearly thinking she had bested you and got her own way.

"...hidden where you will not find it." you pecked her lips sweetly before shimmying away. "que? cari that is not a clue!" alexia straightened up with the scoff and scowl combo she was famous for.

"it is a clue to stop being so nosy putellas. you will get your gift on christmas, same as every year!" you warned with a wink, grabbing the bowl of leftover salad and moving back to the kitchen to wrap it and put it away.

"dios mío then why you tell me!" the blonde threw her hands up with something that sounded between a groan and a whine.

"i did not 'tell you'. alexia you overheard me on a private phone call say i got you the 'perfect gift' and you have not stopped asking me about it since!" you laughed, closing the fridge and shooting her a look.

"no need for privacy in marriage!" your wife dismissed with a wave of her hands, an eyebrow cocked in her direction having her slumping back down in her chair, a barely audible apology grumbled.

"who were you talking to?" alexia perked up a little and questioned curiously as you stared her down, hand on hip. "yes because i am going to tell you so you can call and harrass them." you caught right on, enjoying the slight pink flush which crept up your wifes neck as you did.

"it was my mami, and i did not tell her what the gift was. only that it was perfect!" you grinned, making your way back to the table and bending down to kiss away your wifes moody pout.

"eres una mujer malvada." the blonde grumbled in her native tongue, watching as you began to back up, headed toward the door. with a hum you grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, watching as immediately your wives eyes dropped down to your chest.

"mujer malvada?" you hummed, wiggling your hips out of your shorts as alexia's jaw slackened, eyes trained to you like a hawk as you continued toward the door.

"evil woman is going for a shower amor, but have fun pouting." you winked, spinning around and striding toward the bathroom, smile on your lips as within milliseconds of you starting a countdown in your head footsteps thundered after you.

a squeal left you next as your feet were swept off the ground, your wife basically carrying you fireman style toward the shower, your hand slapping against her ass with a laugh as she kicked the door shut behind the two of you

~

"estoy de vuelta!" you called out as you let yourself in, frowning when there was nothing back in reply, but you'd seen your wives car parked next to yours in the garage downstairs.

"ale? amor?" you called out again, hanging your coat up and sliding off your shoes, leaving both in their place by the entryway. "alexia! estás aquí?" you called again, checking room by room.

"alexia if this is you trying to scare me, sex is off the table!" you warned seriously, the normally stern captain not above lurking around a corner and jumping out, giggling to herself afterwards like a little kid.

finally you found her, the bathrooms and bedroom all coming up empty until you cautiously poked your head around the corner of the laundry, a tattooed tanned back greeting you.

"ale!" you exhaled somewhat in relief, frowning when she didn't turn around or even acknowledge you in the slightest.

"baby are you still hung up on the-" your hand landed on her shoulder, leaping back when seconds later your wife spun around, you barely having time to duck as her own hand shot out at you.

"oh mierda!" alexia swore wide eyed once she realised it was only you, pulling out the airpods you'd not noticed in her ears which was clearly why she hadn't heard you.

"lo siento mucho bebé. lo siento mucho!" alexia gasped, wincing and shielding her face as you smacked her a few times with a face like thunder. "i told you! about these! stupid things!" you grunted with each blow which bounced uselessly off of her toned shoulders.

"lo sé! vale vale vale." your wife caught your hands in hers, smiling guiltily as you yanked them free and glared her down. "breathe amor." alexia echoed, inhaling and exhaling deeply as you bit your tongue but copied her actions none the less.

"welcome back?" the blonde tried, opening her arms for a hug as you scoffed and turned around on heel, stomping back off as she hurried after you. though you didn't get more than two steps into the bedroom before you were tripping over again, large hands grabbing your waist and steadying you.

"alexia! i asked you to do this before you went to training." you groaned, squatting down and shoving the dirty laundry back into the basket that you'd tripped over, having purposefully left it there so your wife wouldn't miss it.

"i was going to." the blonde winced at the narrowed eyed glare sent her way. "i will do it." you grumbled, grabbing the basket and pushing past the taller girl who bit her lip, knowing she had to try and fix this.

"i can do it princesa." she appeared in the doorway as you merely hummed, ignoring her as you loaded the washing in, pausing for a second as you ticked things over in your head.

"you were already in here, half naked. qué estabas haciendo?" you accused, staring her down as she opened and closed her mouth a few times clearly trying to think of an answer.

"getting ready! to do...the uh, clothes." alexia rubbed the back of her neck, pointing to her shirt which was draped across the laundry sink as you narrowed your eyes, and then it clicked.

"you were looking for the gifts while i was not home!" you gasped in realization, your apartment fully decorated but knowing what your wife was like you always hid her gifts for the last few years.

it had all started when you'd come home early one day from work and found her meticulously re-wrapping everything, looking up like a guilty kid who'd just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

safe to say ever since that christmas the gifts under your tree were always for other people, alexia arguing each year she was older and far too mature to go snooping.

only this was now the third time this week you'd caught her looking.

"me? no! princesa, i would not." alexia scoffed, dismissing you with a wave of her hand and snatching the basket, busying herself stuffing the washing machine with clothes as you could only hum skeptically.

if only she knew you weren't lying when you said that it was hidden somewhere she would never be finding it.

~

"son tan bonitos!" alba squealed happily, clapping her hands as the two of you shared a delighted grin, your wife watching on with a soured and much less content look on her face from where she sat on the sofa.

"necesitamos esto todos los años?" the footballer sighed, head thumping back against the sofa with a pained look toward the matching pyjama sets in your hand.

"sí! and you will wear them. your mami already has hers on!" you nodded off into the kitchen where eli was busy making dinner, having shooed all of you out when you tried to help, rapping your wife on the knuckles with a spatula when she'd been insistent on staying.

"your family have them too, no?" alba questioned as she plucked hers out of the bag as you nodded. "you would not want to make my family sad amor?" you pouted playfully.

"when they are all the way in england and-" you were cut off as there was a gentle kick against your shin, alexia huffing but holding her hands out expectantly.

"i love you." you launched at her, a grunt leaving her lips as you landed and kissed all over her face, ignoring her younger sisters joking gags of disgust behind you before she disappeared to go and change.

"sí, sí. ya lo sé!" your wife rolled her eyes jokingly, hand grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for a real kiss, the two of you forcing yourselves apart as you heard someone clear their throat, eli's watchful eye hovering with a somewhat amused smile.

"more?" alexia groaned as alba grabbed her arm and pulled her back down as she tried to stand, the three of you having been taking photos together in your matching christmas pyjamas for what to your wife felt like hours now.

"no no no, estoy cansado. nos vamos a la cama!" your wife warned sternly, pushing her sisters hands off and quickly standing, holding her hand out expectantly for you to take.

with a chuckle of amusement you hugged your sister in law goodnight, eli having already headed off to bed not long ago as the three of you stayed up to have a drink and watch a movie.

it had been tradition for every year you spent christmas in spain that you and alexia would stay at her childhood home the night before christmas eve, no different than you would stay at yours every second year where the two of you would spend it in england with your own family.

teeth brushed and faces washed the two of you lay squashed together in her old bed, having spent the last thirty minutes teasing her for the fact her room was like a portal frozen in time, eli not having changed a thing since alexia was a teenager.

"no baby i think it is very cute." you smirked, alexia snatching the framed photo of her and alba dressed up like bunnies out of your hand, leaning over to place it back down on the dresser.

"lo haces siempre." your wife grumbled, your face softening into a smile from where you sat straddling her hips.

"mi chica linda." you promised, hands cupping her cheeks as you leant down to kiss her, pulling away far too soon for her liking as she puffed air from her nose and made grabby hands trying to tug you back down.

"más besos." the blonde pouted a little, tapping her lips as you melted, forever swooning for her soft she could be when it was just the two of you, even if it had been years and years of it now.

it was that overwhelming love for the hazel eyed girl beneath you which spurred on your next words, a hand on her chest stopping her from trying to pull you down on top of her, no doubt to flip the two of you within seconds.

"espere aquí." you whispered in the dark, pecking her lips and watching them turn downward into a confused frown as you moved off of her, sliding out of bed and padding across the room.

"princesa? qué haces?" concern dripped from her tone as she moved to sit up, watching you drop down and rummage through your overnight bag, finally finding what you needed.

"close your eyes, please." you hid it behind your back and made your way back to her, alexia looking on a little skeptical as you nodded reassuringly, kissing her sweetly and promising it would be worth it.

with a small sigh her eyes fluttered close, eyebrows furrowing as she felt the bed dip and the covers be pulled back, your weight and warmth settling back on top of her.

"closed amor!" you pinched her thigh softly catching one chocolate brown eye crack open curiously, corners of her mouth lifting upward to try and hide a smile at your swift reaction.

you grabbed her hands in yours, turning them upwards and watching her flinch a little as you slid what felt like a photo strip into them, folding her fingers over to close her fist.

"vale. open!" you encouraged, letting go as alexias eyes shot open, squinting a little to try and make out what was in her hand in the dimply lit room, the overhead lights off and only a lamp to guide her vision.

though she barely needed it, tweaking what was in her hand after just a few seconds with a sharp inhale, head snapping right up as your lips curled into a grin seeing the shock on her face.

"this-this-...yours?" your wife spluttered out, sitting bolt upright as you nodded. "ours." you corrected softly, lifting your shirt up and grabbing her spare hand, settling it onto the warmed skin.

"mi amor, it worked." you whispered, the two of you having not long finished your second round of IVF, something you'd kept strictly between the two of you, not wanting the added stress of other peoples expectations weighing in.

"i-the baby? a baby!" alexia practically yelled as you stifled a laugh and smacked a hand over her mouth but nodding furiously. "ale!" you squealed as you were pulled down off on top of her, back hitting the bed as alexia now hovered on top of you.

your laughter was swallowed as her mouth captured yours, your body tingling with all the love poured into just that simple kiss with her, drowned in her adoration for you as she muttered her disbelief, forehead pressed against yours for a moment just soaking it in.

"hay un bebé aquí?" alexia knelt between your legs, hands on your hips and staring intently at your stomach as you chuckled quietly and nodded.

"sí, nuestro niño." you flinched a little as alexias chin came to rest on your stomach, the girl staring at it in wonder, a comfortable silence falling between you.

your hands threaded through her hair with a soft smile as she placed a tender kiss to your stomach, pushing some loose flyaways out of her face as her wonderstruck gaze met yours.

"this is it cariño, the perfect christmas gift."

[luxuki-1]

Danny Phantom X Transformers AU???

Okay so the tf brain rot is going crazy and I got a silly idea

My general idea for this au is that Danny is an autobot (duh) but somehow went into some sort of stasis/lost a lot of Energon but his Spark was still alive (kinda like the guy in TF1) and was somehow exposed to the blast of the portal and the ecto-energy or whatever reacted with his Spark and basically revived him. He pretty much has the same powers as the canon except he can turn into a car.

I honestly don't have much figured out yet I legit just made this up on the spot and thought it would be fun to draw or just imagine about

Idk lemme know if any of you guys got suggestion for this au, I'd love to see 'em!

Also small bonus doodles:

(yes I did trace the pic of the car- I can't draw cars for shit)

EDIT: I decided to make a comic of this idea- uhhh go check it out if you're interested!

prologue

[chiscaralight]

don't fuck your enemy!

synopsis: you just so happened to end up drunk with your enemy in the club bathroom. what would be more fuck than punching him in the face? fucking him!

includes: nsfw! scara x reader public sex ish. slight degradation. unprotected bathroom sex, p in v sex, mentions of oral sex, reader is under the influence but its all consensual. slight car sex, little bit of regret. this feels new to me, but I absolutely loved writing it! based off a request that I will link here

“scaraaa…”

“quit whining.”

you’re wiggling your hips to him, as he struggles to get his belt off.

“you’re obnoxious. is this how you treat everyone you say you hate? slut.”

“and you’re the one feeding into it. just shut up and-“

the moan you let out is drowned in the music. it’s not loud enough to draw attention, but if anyone else is in the bathroom, they’d definitely hear it. it’s not your fault you’re in this position, after a couple of rounds of shots, this stupid, sexy man wouldn’t stop staring at you in what he says is ‘disgust’. hard to believe when he wasted no time in following through with your advances, pressing you against the stall wall and crashing his lips onto yours.

but yes, you’re a slut for letting him push his cock past your lips, keeping your eyes trained on him as he groaned about how good that felt when you weren’t spewing bullshit, or you nuzzling your head into his hand as he tangles his fingers in your well-done hair.

but no, he’s not a fucking whore for dragging you off the ground and for bunching your short dress up at your hips. nor is he one for pressing his lips against your skin, marking up and down your neck as his fingers glide over your clothed hole before pulling your panties into the side.

you won’t let it get to you now though, because the mixture of the alcohol making your mind spin, with the way the heat from his fingers is dancing around your body, tracing obscure shapes into the fat of your hips before sliding up to cup your breasts is enough to keep any other words out of your mouth, save for his name.

it’s almost insane how good he is because he’s rocking just enough to hit you with enough force, but not enough to shake the plastic frame of the makeshift wall. your hands are finding his wrists, trying to ground yourself to something, anything while he fucks your senses away in the bathroom of some upscale nightclub, trying to ground himself from how good you feel. this has to be wrong on so many levels, fucking you, after everything you’ve said, he’s said, you’ve done, he’s done?

that seems to be the least of your worries now because he can see your eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out of your mouth as he slides a finger into the heat of your mouth. your reactions to his touch are quick, the way you jerk into his hand, or close your lips around his fingers like it was nothing. like it’s what you were made to do. his wet digits now slide back down towards your swollen clit, applying a certain pressure that has you crying out his name with that grating, gorgeous voice of yours. he doesn’t even have it in him to silence you, he’s twitching at the way it rolls off your tongue. fuck, if he knew you’d be this perfect, he would have cut the bullshit and bent you over long ago! but maybe it was more rewarding like this, fleeting memories of all the times he’s pumped his cock to the thought of your face moving through his mind, as your lewd expression brings him back to you.

he’s craning his head the slightest bit to catch your eye. when he does, you smile. and he could cum right then and there from the way your eyes crinkle at the corners through the flush of your cheeks. you mouth out a silent ‘kiss’, and he’s on you in an instant, tongue sliding against yours as the bitter taste of the alcohol finds its way toward him. but he doesn’t care about that. he’s more concerned about the way you’re starting to writhe and shake against him, becoming more and more unsettled with the lack of your own movement. so you do your best to stop him, pushing him off of you as you finally get to breathe. your words come out with a sweet giggle, finger pressing against his chest as your drunken state blurs your vision the slightest amount.

“wanna ride you, pretty boy.”

if anyone who didn’t know the two of you were to for some reason swing this door open now, they’d think the two of you were insatiable lovers who just couldn’t wait to make it home. to anyone that doesn’t know you, they’d probably have to wipe their eyes twice to pretend they weren’t seeing you bounce on scaramouche’s cock like this. he’s seated on the closed toilet lid, absolutely dazed as you ride him to bits. your nails are digging into his shoulders hard, giving you strong balance as you move with a determination even he can’t fathom. but you’ve been dreaming of this, finally getting him to shut up with that pussy or yours, it’s a shame you didn’t get to shove his face in it; but maybe it’s for the best. even in this mindset you know tomorrow is going to be full of headaches and a lot of unanswered questions, so why not enjoy the now? keep anything from getting too far. what exactly is too far you ask? you’re not sure either, because licking into each other's mouths while he fucks up into you would be seen as pretty far for some people.

and he breaks away first, lazy eyes searching yours as he mumbles about his coming orgasm. you’re smiling that stupid smile that makes his dick twitch again, and giving him a polite nod. his eyebrows furrow.

“inside? you sure?”

you’re rolling your eyes at the obscurity of it all. he can ‘discretely’ slide your expensive lace panties into his pocket, press you up against this gross wall, and even fuck you presumably drunk. but cumming inside you is weird.

“yes-yes! i’m sure. just-just hurry up,”

and he’s smacking his teeth at the tone of your voice, hand coming down strong on the swell of your ass while he starts to chase his orgasm. your breaths are shallow, deep with intent as you grind against him, brushing up close to him so you can release in tandem with him.

it works a little too well, because you’re spasming against him in a way that he’s never seen before. your orgasm, plus the feeling of his cum starting to paint your inside white hot with thick spurts is peeling away any reservations you had about this whole situation before, moans loud and cracking as you ride it out for the two of you. his head is hung back, adam’s apple bobbing only a slight bit as he comes to, the soft bite you give it making him snap his head back down before he pinches your thigh. you pout, but begin to get up nonetheless, because you’ve probably spent way too long in here already.

you're much more sober now, trying to ignore the daggers that scaramouche is glaring into your back as you adjust your outfit in the mirror.

"was the sex really that bad?"

the statement is supposed to sound snarky, but it comes out more desperate than anything. you clear your throat, focusing your attention on the paint on the floor instead, dreadfully anticipating how he will bite back this time. but he doesn't. instead, you're greeted with the plush of his lips against yours, hands finding a home on your hips omce again as you grip at his collar. you're moaning into his mouth once more, attempting to slide your tongue against his.

but he pulls away before you can, beelining for the exit door instead. your lips are in a hard pout. as you hear him mumble something about needing to go home. you also happen to catch the part where he more clearly states the exact parking space his car is in right now before letting the door swing shut.

you're alone with your thoughts now. your mind is much clearer, and you're visibly torn between doing the right thing, that is, going back to your friends and enjoying the party like you should've been, or going down and potentially making the same albeit lovely, very rewarding mistake twice. the way the 'fuck it' rolls off your tongue now is a secure answer to what you decide to do, quickly making your way towards where you hope your friends are before announcing that you'll be on your way.

it's been minutes, seven exactly, scaramouche is counting. he shouldn't be here, he should've left immediately he stuck the key in the ignition. but he's waiting rather impatiently, in hopes that you'd find your way down. he knows you're not stupid, he knows you would regret it, hell, he should be regretting it too. but that annoying little feeling in his heart won't let him pull out of the space just yet. and thank archons for that, because he can see the pattern of your dress outside his tinted window as you tap on the glass.

the silence once you get in is stupidly uncomfortable. the air is thick with tension, both of you avoiding each other's gazes as the impact of your previous actions weighs in the air. scaramouche takes the initiative to speak first.

"we should-"

"your windows are tinted. can you eat me out?"

he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"you're absolutely insufferable."

"l-less talking, please."

he'll roll his eyes, but dip his head back down between your legs all the same. you're sprawled out in his back seat, fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue assaults your folds. maybe the first kiss was a mistake, maybe him fucking you against the wall was a big mistake. but his fingers sliding into you now? curling just exactly where they should be? there's no mistake here.