#and because of ego the uhh

[cent-scratchnsniff]

body hates me so netz doodles go

[willyhoos]

this is how he fake-flirts ... it doesn't. work [🇺🇸 x 🇧🇾]

i think their relationship is based on mutual attraction, revulsion, and self-deceit. america is convincing himself that "winning" belarus' affections will be easy and that he's just in it to spite russia, meanwhile she's playing pseudo-flirtatious passive aggressive mind games with him on a level beyond comprehension.

it gets really uncomfortable for both of them really fast and so he kicks her out. ^^

[lususnatura]

[soratonin]

one thing about me is i'm not feeding into the blue lock men's ego btw idc. they'd only get a "yes i support your soccer dreams babe" from me and that's it i fear

[digitald0rk]

OVERSTIMULATING YOUR ALIEN BOYFRIEND !

pairing — mark grayson x gn!reader.

synopsis — what the title says 👅 stumbled upon this on twt and immediately thought of mark grayson. [ the link is porn btw so yeah fair warning ]

warnings — uhh porn with no plot :p

a/n — first post really nervous, i don't really write nsfw a lot so yeah mb if this is bad :( i just really had to get it out there LMFAO. i need him so bad it's actually insane. mark grayson get out my head challenge : impossible!

thinking about mark grayson being a good boy for you <3

jerking him off after a particularly stressful mission, his small moans turning into full blown whimpers and whines as he tries not to blow his load right then and there because he's a good boy, he knows better.

"baby please, please"

please just let him cum already! why are you being so mean to him, he's your sweet boy isn't he? :(

and when you give him the permission he'd been aching for, begging for, he blabbers small thank you's over and over in his whiny voice as he reaches that sweet relief, painting your hand in his sticky hot release.

he breathes heavily, eyes fluttering shut, practically panting as he tries to calm down from that intense orgasm- wait wait no, don't touch him there he's still all sensitive!

he groans, his eyes snapping open when he feels the familiar rhythm of your hand stroking his pretty cock :( he lets out embarrassingly loud noises, he can't do this again! but god it feels so good he can't help himself from bucking his hips up into your ruthless hand, wanting more.

"i can't, oh god i- i can't!" he whimpers, his body seemingly moving on it's own to chase that release again despite his words.

praise him, coo at him and he's all putty in your hands in an instant, willing to give you whatever you want, even if it renders him to an overstimulated pathetic mess, anything for his sweetheart.

his back arches off the bed, leaning into your touch, eyes all glossy as he loses himself in the pleasure you give him. another loud groan of your name rips from the back of his throat as he cums again.

he nearly cries when you don't stop jerking him off, are you trying to milk him dry? mindless babbles and sounds leave his pretty mouth as you use his previous load as lube, gently kissing his tears like you aren't the one overstimulating him.

he squirms and twitches under your touch, giving up on controlling his noises. the pleasure he feels bordering on painful but it only adds to the bliss, it feels so good he swears he sees stars, the only thing on his mind is you.

and when you pinch his nipples and tease them with your tongue, he knows he's done for.

his tears don't stop and neither do his moans of your name, just like your hand against his cock. he makes an effort to not scream your name when he cums for the third time in the span of such a short time by biting down on his bottom lip, he bites down so hard it draws blood. the muscles on his abdomen clenching and unclenching and you swear you've never seen a sight so beautiful.

your boyfriend looks so good like this, it's actually downright unfair how pretty he looks all blissed out like this.

the strongest man on the planet all pliant and needy under you is sure an ego boost.

and absolutely none of that helps with your own growing arousal.

his body writhes harder when you kiss him, everything feels so intense, even the kiss. with his brain turned almost all to mush he tries to sloppily kiss you back, all tongue and teeth accompanied by his soft whimpers which make you giggle.

and normally he'd laugh with you too if he wasn't all flushed and sweaty and acting like a dog in heat. his eyes still glossy as his chest heaves with the uneven breaths he takes.

and to no one's surprise he's still somewhat hard, viltrumite genes do wonders to your libido it seems.

"can you give me another one mark?" my god are you fucking crazy?! let him breathe!

but how can he deny his baby? especially when you look at him like that, but he's not even sure he can cum anymore and-

"please?" you bat your eyelashes at him.

and yeah, he's a goner.

it's gonna be a long night.

© digitald0rk 2025. please do not steal my work, thank u. interactions, like and reblogs are highly appreciated. tysm for reading and i hope you have a good day / night >:3 want more? click here ★

[p1girlfriend]

LANDO NORRIS X READER – CHAOTIC COUPLE HEADCANON

– You two are so loud. Like, it doesn’t matter where you are — someone is always telling you to quiet down or stop play-fighting.

– You’ve definitely been kicked out of at least one grocery store. Why? He tried to race you with a shopping cart. You ended up in the frozen food aisle screaming “DRS OPEN” as he pushed you like a maniac.

– Lando records everything. He has folders in his phone titled things like “her being insane 🤪” and “me being bullied 2024 edition.”

– You roast him CONSTANTLY. Like: “Who’s the best driver on the grid?” “Uhh, definitely not the guy who hit the bollard in Baku.” And he just gapes at you like you personally shattered his ego.

– Your inside jokes make no sense to anyone else. Just pure chaos. He’ll text you a picture of a duck and you’ll answer “not again, Lando, we talked about the explosion.” Like… what???

– Pillow fights. But violent. Like someone ends up on the floor gasping for air and you both call it “bonding.”

– But also? So baby. You wear his hoodies all the time. And he acts like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

– Lando: “You look ridiculous.” You: wearing his hat backwards, hoodie falling off your shoulder “You’re obsessed with me.” Lando: “Unfortunately.”

– He gets jealous in the pettiest ways. Like if someone flirts with you he’ll start over-performing. Kissing your cheek too loud. Carrying you on his back. Making you sit in his lap at dinner.

– You’ve definitely done horny shit in questionable places because neither of you have self-control. Like the McLaren motorhome bathroom? A storage room at a party? The simulator seat? Chaos.

– Arguments don’t last more than 10 minutes because you either both forget why you’re mad or one of you makes a stupid voice and the other loses it.

– You both scream at F1 races like armchair experts. “WHAT WAS THAT MOVE?” “I’m literally in the car—” “I KNOW AND IT WAS TRASH.”

– He calls you everything but your name. Baby. Gremlin. Trouble. Miss Ma’am. “The love of my life but also the reason I’m unwell.”

– And you? You call him “McLando” when you’re teasing. He pretends to hate it. He does not hate it.

– And when it’s quiet — when you’re curled into his side after a long day of mutual chaos — he’ll kiss your forehead and whisper, “You’re my favorite kind of madness.”

[slxtarchive]

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 … you’ve never been eaten out and matt’s never tried…so firsts all around

ᥫ᭡ … you and matt had been hanging out in your room for the past hour. you had just gotten home and he decided to stay over for a bit.

you were watching a show that had a tiny sex scene in it.

“it cannot be that good.” your jaw was dropped as the actress was screaming.

matt laughed at your comment. “that guys ego is definitely high if he’s getting a reaction like that.

“yeah, like she’s practically screaming and shouting. although, who am i to judge. i wouldn’t know.” you shrugged. “but i mean if she’s screaming that loud at being eaten out, imagine how good the sex is.”

unfortunately that comment you made had matt fantasizing about how it would be to eat a girl out and it was odd because he saw you as the girl.

he was fidgeting with his shorts as he felt himself harden at his thoughts. he decided to try to ignore it until you asked him an interesting question.

“had a girl ever screamed like that when you had given her head? i’m curious.” you popped a popcorn in your mouth.

he hesitated. “u-uhh, i’ve never really…” he didn’t finish his sentence. you gulped.

“really?” you asked in shock. “sorry, i just…i’d just thought that you have.”

“no..have you ever..you know..” he didn’t want to say anything else.

“ever…” you were waiting for him to ask.

“been eaten out.” he blurted. his boner making things worse.

“oh! um no i haven’t. i’ve like imagined it but nope, never happened to me.” the movie was the least of both of your worries now that you were both thinking of the same topic.

matt couldn’t help but imagine how you’d be in that situation. someone’s head in between your thighs — preferably his head.

“all quiet now.. have i made things awkward.” you pretended to wince.

“oh, no sorry i was just thinking… i kinda wanna know how to. like how to eat a girl out, it’d be good to have some experience i guess.” he confessed.

“uh huh…” you nodded slowly. “maybe…you can practice? on me.”

his eyes widened at your proposal. “you don’t think it would be a little weird?”

“no, im just gonna tell you what feels good and then we’ll both get what we want! given you make me cum, duh.” you laughed.

keep it cool. you thought.

“are you sure?” matt asked again, not wanting for this to be something you’d regret in the near future.

you nodded and that’s how you got to the position in which you were leaned against the headboard waiting for matt to take your underwear off.

“go ahead.” you reassured him as he toyed with your waistband.

“okay.” he whispered pulling your panties down slowly.

the suspense of the situation had you aroused. you were excited but at the same time nervous. you kept telling yourself, he’s your best friend, it’s okay. he won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with.

your pussy and matt were face to face. he gulped a little intimated because he wanted to be good at it.

“sooo i just, go right in?” he asked pursing his lips.

“i guess so… maybe idk, foreplay? or wait is this considered foreplay?” you asked confused.

“i don’t- im not sure.” he said, unable to tear his eyes away from your center.

“okay, so maybe like use your fingers first?” you knew it was seconds away from being awkward.

as you were about to just say forget it you felt matt’s finger ghost over your leaky hole. he gathered some of your arousal and lathered it over your clit. he then continued to stimulate your clit. your legs bucked up at the sensation.

“am i doing okay?” he whispered, the only thing illuminating his face was the sunset lamp in the corner of your room.

“y-yeah.” you moaned slightly, as he continued to stimulate you. you looked down at him, his fluffy hair and his beautiful eyes. the sight alone had you wanting to just-

your thoughts couldn’t even complete because you felt matt’s hot tongue on you. you let out a deep breath as you leaned back and closed your eyes at the pleasure.

his tongue flicked over your clit as he looked up at you for reassurance that he was making you feel good. while matt was taking his time, his thoughts were elsewhere enjoying the way you tasted. in seconds he was devouring you, addicted to the way you tasted.

he licked a long stripe over your center pulling your thighs toward him. he sucked on your puffy clit. “r-right there. fuck—” your eyes tightly shut.

“you taste so fucking good…” matt muttered against you. he was consuming you. it was as if he lost all control in himself. he couldn’t get enough. “tell me how good i’m doing.”

you nodded quickly. “you’re doing s-so good.” you threaded your hands through his brunette hair. yes you had fantasized about this situation — not with matt specifically but this situation for sure.

matt’s ego boosted as a spurt of whimpers escaped you as he entered his middle finger in you. he pumped it in and out whilst continuing his previous work on your clit. he had been doing so good, you were on the verge of cumming.

matt could tell too — by the way your thighs were starting to close around his head and shake. he didn’t know how he had lived without the taste of you on his tongue. he didn’t ever want to stop. he wanted to do this everyday of his life.

you tried to blurt out the words but you struggled; sensitive to how fast he was flicking your clit. he looked up to see your struggle and grinned against you.

“go on, cum on my tongue. i wanna taste it.” he begged. matt needed to taste you. he enjoyed seeing you writhing underneath him. the way you were struggling to grapple onto reality.

you nodded finally feeling your body seize up as your orgasm washed over you like a big wave. you were tugging on matt’s hair trying to get him away from your sensitive pussy but your orgasm made him want to push you further.

you had begun to feel so sensitive you tried to push his head away as much as you could while whining. “f-fuck — sensitive matt.” you begged and he finally pulled away.

your chest was heaving up and down. you had started to slow your breathing and opened your eyes. matt with your shiny substance drooled and covering his mouth and chin. he had a smug grin on his face symbolizing he was definitely pleased with himself.

“please tell me you’ll let me do that again.” he licked his lips.

you took another deep breath and combed through his hair with your hand. “how could i not?”

© slxtarchive

[tiredandsapphic]

PINING, MATTHEWS?

pairing ꩜ precrash!lottie matthews x fem!reader

summary ꩜ lottie finds herself oddly infatuated over the local record shop girl, the feelings mutual

an ꩜ wc 1.5k, oh medicated lottie, come home, the kids miss u

Who knew Wiskoyak would be cool enough to have a local record store. Thank gods it did, because it was probably one of the best jobs someone could have. Though if it wasn’t for your parents’ connection to the owner, you’d probably not have the job. But here you are, working part time in the perfectly dusty store.

Lottie didn't even know there was a record store so close, not until Van brought it up one day after practice. She practically forced the poor girl to visit claiming that there's more to the music world than just Mazzy Star and The Cranberries.

With her ego half bruised and a newfound curiosity, she searches for this so-called store with Van's shitty directions. She eventually finds it, tucked behind a local cafe and mechanic shop. 

When she enters, she's hit with the smell of incense and cigarettes, walls lined with posters. Faint record playing in the back, something she can't quite recognize, maybe Kate Bush? Her presence surrounded by the rows of cassettes and dusty vinyls, she almost doesn't notice you.

You're at the front counter, legs kicked up on a stool, chewing on a pen cap as you scribble in your notebook. You don't even look up.

Her so-called rich-girl aura doesn't exactly scream grunge record store— she suddenly feels very out of her element. But determined as Lottie is, with a pretty girl and a mission in front of her, she awkwardly approaches the counter.

Her footsteps draw your attention up, expecting some middle-aged guy looking for another Nirvana cassette. Your eyes widen slightly when your gaze travels up a figure in a letterman jacket, to deep brown eyes. Shit.

She smiles at you right away, her discomfort clearly on her face and now you feel the sudden need to make it all better. "Hey," is what you start with, mirroring a warm smile as you look up.

"Hi, I— uhh, to be honest, my friend kind of bullied me into coming here, and I have zero clue what I'm even looking for." She explains in a voice that makes you melt. She's sweet, but god she's fidgety, weirdly nervous. It's like watching a candied tragedy.

Laughing softly, you throw down your notebook, leaning forward on the counter to give her your undivided attention. Lottie's face is now feeling more warm.

"Oh yikes, I see," you raise your brows in a soft teasing way, "well I can help with that. What do you like?" And the question is so genuine, it's like you actually want to know, not just because it's your job.

She fumbles for a moment, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, the smallest crease in her brow. It's adorable. 

"I think Mazzy Star and Fiona Apple— but I also really like The Cranberries before a game." The tall girl admits and you nod along, slightly smitten by her taste. And a wave of realization runs over you.

"A game? Oh wait shit, you play for the Yellowjackets." You exclaim and it takes her back a bit, then an embarrassed smile grows on her face. "I'm guessing that the friend that bullied you into coming here is Van?" 

Lottie laughs and nods, "Mhm, that's her. She speaks highly of this place— and you, apparently you're ‘the girl that knows her shit’. Honestly I didn't know it existed." She admits, her eyes on you the whole time. You just chuckle.

"Yeah, a lot of people say that. It's my little heaven, I really only got the job because I know the owner, and of course, know my shit." You admit and stand up, smoothing down your clothes as if you were trying to look presentable. "Also I can totally work off your taste, it's good." You smile and she flushes, you can't help but flush as well.

"I'll feel less like a lost cause, thanks." Her footsteps trail behind you as you walk towards one of the aisles. "I'm Lottie by the way." She adds, if not a little awkwardly.

You give her a smile and tell her your name, which makes the girl beam just a little more. Lottie eyes you as you flip through some shelves, admiring the determined look on your face.

You start to pull out some albums, making small comments, even little music facts. Lottie's knees suddenly feel so weak.

You stop yourself mid word vomit, painted nails gripping a The Cure vinyl. "Oh my god, I've been rambling for the past 10 minutes on music, I'm sorry, you must think I'm a dweeb." You laugh, your cheeks feeling hot.

"No—" she adds, maybe a touch too quick, "not at all," she laughs softly, "it's cute, please, I don't think I've learnt this much about music before than now." She says as if she wasn't looking at you instead of the vinyls the whole time.

You look at her as if she just proposed— your heart certainly feels like she did. 

"Okay, good, because I haven't even shown you half of it yet." You grin and she just nods, more than happy to watch your fingertips skim the vinyl spines as you talk.

You probably talk for way too long, but the lack of other customers and her personality becoming less nervous just makes something click. She makes small jokes that have you laughing, and your job just becomes much more worth it.

At one point she skims over, standing in front of a small section that's labelled 'staff picks'.

"Careful. That section's dangerous. You might leave with a personality." You say casually with a teasing look.

She just blinks at you then laughs, and you walk over. You grab a vinyl off the wall. "Actually, here, I think you'll really like this."

And you hold out an Alanis Morissette album. "If you don't like it, full refund." You say half jokingly, but you're too confident in your music match making skills. "Perfect before a game too."

Lottie's deep gaze flickers from you to the album for a few moments before she takes it, her fingers brushing yours. Your internal record player skips. 

"I'll take your word for it." She nods, clutching the album like it's holy.

It's not even then that Lottie goes to cash out, she still trails by as you show her more, even sharing your own favourite artists, which she locks in her mental diary.

You eventually walk over to the counter to ring her up, almost saddened to do so. You wanted her to stay longer, so did she. Though her short trip evolved into something much longer.

Lottie keeps glancing at you during checkout. She's got that flustered soft fidgeting, biting her lip, her fingers twitching by her wallet, clearly wanting to say something but chickening out. 

So, while she's distracted digging through her bag, you build up the courage to make a move— sorta. You grab a post-it note, scribbling your number and writing 'Call me if you want more dangerously good taste. Or a date. Whichever.' and tuck it into the sleeve of the album.

You look back up and slide her the album, taking her money, as if you hadn't just did the boldest thing you've ever had the courage to do.

"Thanks, for all this." She says as she grabs the vinyl off the counter.

You just nod, "any time, I know this was your first time here, and I really hope it's not your last." 

Lottie smiles, her internal circuit malfunctioning. "I'll have to make sure you're on shift then, next time." She says softly before whispering a soft goodbye.

Your heart thumps as you watch her leave, blinking like you've just had the rug pulled from underneath you. You immediately bend over the desk like you've been shot in the chest, your hands on your face. You don't know whether to throw up or celebrate.

Later that night, after a long shift haunted by thoughts of the tall athlete, you lie on your bed, sprawled out like a coming-of-age movie.

Then your landline rings, coming from your cluttered desk beside your bed.

Your heart stops, it could be anyone, but your chest knows.

"Hello?" You answer after the second ring, finger fidgeting with the twisted wire.

"Hey, it's— uh. Lottie. From earlier." Her voice is a little shakier on the line.

"Oh. Oh, hi." Suddenly the wire of your landline is very intriguing, acting as if you weren't the one who asked for this.

"So. I found something in my record sleeve." She says, open ended.

"Oh. Yeah. That." Total deer in headlights. "Was that okay?"

She laughs at your tone softly, "More than okay. I was wondering... if maybe I could take you up on the offer." 

"Which part?" You're nearly breathless.

She pauses, "Well, preferably both, but the mostly second part." 

"Good, I was mostly hoping for that part." And suddenly your world flipped, for the better. 

You clutch your pillow tighter, the idea of a date with her no longer just a dream, but now a promise.

[rinsnumber1fan]

Where bf rin walks up to you and sees you in a MAID OUTFIT.

You were a staff member in Blue Lock. One particular day, you were exhausted because of all the work you were given, managing files, statistics, keeping up with the blue lock players. Since you didn't really ever get the chance to talk to the only female in blue lock, Anri, you decided that for a break you'd visit her dorm room.

You made your way in her room uninvited like you owned the place, and you jumped over her bed with a yawn. "I'm exhausted." You groaned and Anri had a tired smirk on her face with the whole being bossed around by ego thing. "First time?"

An incredible idea popped into her brain "you know I have an idea." She begins with a grin "I'll let you test out some of my clothes and you can see which one you like. And in exchange you give me that red satin dress you showed me the other day." You squinted your eyes, " That's a little unfair , you know. That dress costed me a fortune." You argued but she sighed.

"Alright atleast let me get the white one." You blinked twice, "deal."

And with that the two of you began rummaging in her drawer, looking for different clothes and you even tried a few. They were great.

Something peeked from the corner of your eye, and you pulled it out of the drawer and undid it while anri tried on your dress. "Woah what's this?" You titled your head.

It was a white colored dress with a blacks in it, and revealing cleavage. [Somewhat like the cosplay Marin Kitagawa did] it was really , really sexy.

So I tugged it back in. "You won't try it on?" Anris voice had an obvious grin on it. "It's way too- revealing.. and where would I even wear this?" But I feel like I shouldve asked why she had this in the first place...

She groaned "you're so boring." And I closed my lips together, "shut up..." But she forced me to wear it anyway.

"HEY- OI!!!" "Just trust me!!!"

-- meanwhile --

Rin was walking down the hallways of the night instead of sleeping. He needed his phone to make a call to his mother who was really worried about him being out there alone.

He was caught in between all the different floors and doors and couldn't find egos office. In the end, he decided to enter that one room which seemed like it had the most light coming from the inside.

He turned the door knob, opened it, stopped and froze.

Because he totally just saw his girlfriend wearing some weirdly cute sexy maid outfit. The words die in his throat for a moment, his eyes unintentionally linger on your frame for a few moments before he let's out the smallest of a sound from his mouth which sounded like a "u- a-..." like he didn't know where to start.

And you? You were a whole other being right now. You literally almost passed out when you see that man who was too shy to even hold your hand in public in your doorway- well it was Anris.

"R-R-RIN!!!! UHH THIS IS... NOT..." a few awkward chuckles escape your mouth and you step forward towards rin to stop him from misunderstanding anything but rin already broke. You turned to your left, to your right, where did Anri go?!

Rin clears his throat, "yeah... I'm sure." You almost smack him , "why do you sound so sarcastic?!" He paused for a brief moment before his eyes lingered on your eyes, his gaze slowly felt half lidded and lustful and it almost felt like he was undressing you with his eyes.

"I just," he walked closer, and you stepped back. "You're.. really pretty..."

Red.

He had a fucking nosebleed.

Trails of crimson dripped down from his nose to the tip of his upper lip, he froze - you froze. "RIN!!! YOURE DYING--"

"i- ill come back later--" and he steps back, trying to shut the door but not when you lean closer with those oh so very oblivious eyes, "No!! You're having a nosebleed!!" And he feels himself twitch when you get closer. "God, stop- that.." and he took another step back.

"Don't forget to change when you get back!" He yelled as he literally ran away from the situation. And maybe from the ever growing bulge in his pants.

You stood there for a moment with a confused, blinking expression and tilted your head to the side "Uh...i think i did something wrong."

Yes, you started a war.

A/N: LEAVE A COMMENT PSLPSLSPLSLSPLS I WENT BLUE THEMED FOR THIS ONE!!!

[lacy-oh-lacy]

Property of Jennifer ･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Jennifer's Body Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Jennifer Check x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: Jennifer fingers you under the table while you're on a date... with someone else.

CW: DubCon, Toxic!Jennifer, Jealous!Jennifer, hidden-public, exhibitionism?, fingering, mention of spanking, reader goes on a date with a guy (the scene still makes sense if you're not into guys though)

Adam was the worst kind of jock stereotype. A total idiot. Somewhat charming until anything didn’t go his way. A guy who made it his goal in life to sleep with as many women as possible and then slut-shamed the few he actually got under his belt.

He wasn’t your type in more ways then one, yet on a Friday night you could’ve spent doing anything else… you were sitting across from him at a shitty diner, helping him stumble through small talk.

You blamed Jennifer entirely.

If she hadn’t of fucked and ghosted you AGAIN, you wouldn’t of been so desperate to get her out of your system that you’d say yes to the first loser to ask you out.

Adam wasn’t your main concern at that moment though. Your main concern was the devil herself, striding into the diner you knew she hated in the shortest skirt she owned …and for the first time in a week she was looking right at you.

Your attention had been wavering all night but you must of been obvious that time because Adam checked over his shoulder, following your gaze  and catching sight of Jennifer a second before she arrived at your booth.

“Oh my god, hi!”

That valley-girl voice of hers made your heart flutter but you knew to raise your guard.

“Jennifer, hi… what are you doing here?”

She laughed, a plastic sound. “I could ask you the same thing.”

The thought of deflecting as skilfully as she had done was appealing, but instead you ripped the Band-Aid off. You were done caring about what she thought.

“I’m on a date actually.”

The strain in her smile wouldn’t be noticeable if you weren’t watching her reaction so carefully.

“Oh, where’s your date?” She looked around, eyes very obviously passing over the man in front of you.

Oof. You didn’t exactly like the guy but you felt a secondhand sting at that. Cringing, you shot Adam an apologetic look as he waved a hand to get her attention.

“Uhh that’d be me.” 

“Oh!” 

Despite her passive-aggressive tone, her big glossed smile softened the blow. It made it hard to be mad at her. At least it did until she turned her head away from him to mouth “yikes.”

Suddenly she sat down cramped against you, hand dropping to your thigh. “Well I’m just waiting on my own date. Mind if I sit with you guys for a few minutes?”

You didn’t know what made you tenser, wondering where the hell she was going with this or the hand caressing your thigh.

“Well, like I said we’re on a date. So actually-“

Said date cut you off as he leered, slack-jawed at Jennifer. “It’s fine. What’s a few minutes?“

You gritted your teeth, mind badgering you with images of all the other places you could’ve been that night. “Why do you even want to sit here?”

She groaned. “He said it’s fine. Take a chill pill.”

Jennifer’s words were accompanied by a squeeze to your thigh and you jumped. It didn’t hurt but you felt your skin buzz under her touch, heat spreading low in your stomach.

Jennifer’s attention seemed to go back to Adam but that didn’t stop her from keeping yours with her hand inching up your skirt.

“So, I didn’t catch your name.”

He frowned, a crack in his horny haze. “Are you serious? Adam… We sat together in chem?”

“Okay, geez, don’t go stalker-boy on me.”

Her tone was just light enough to let the comment slide, but you could almost physically feel the mood slowly sinking.

She turned to you, face too innocent to have her hand so close to your privates. “What about you, how’d you two meet? Was he hanging outside your house with binoculars and a stiffy?”

“We also met in chem.” He answered for you. His tone was dryer, welcome already wearing thin. 

Apparently Adam’s ego was the one thing stronger than his libido. 

Unlike yours. Jennifer’s wandering hand was dangerously close to making you forget that you were even mad at her.

“I’m sorry, was I asking you?” She leant into you, ‘whispering’ at a volume you were sure the next table over could hear. “Does he always talk over you like that?”

The question and the underlying insult went over your head. Feeling Jennifer’s breath on your neck clouded your brain and feeling the tip of her finger begin dragging up your slit through your panties short-circuited it.

Fortunately a waitress came over, putting a pause on the tension at the table. Unfortunately that was when Jennifer’s finger reached your clit.

Your eyelashes fluttered and you bit your lip to keep back a moan. This was way too risky. The waitress would move on from Adam to one of you any second.

“What are you doing?” You hissed against Jennifer’s ear.

Unfazed she whispered back. “You’re lucky I’m not bending you over my knee.”

Then she turned back, looking the picture of innocence when the waitress addressed her.

“Anything for you, Dear?”

The woman looked so demure and unassuming. You had no idea how Jennifer could look her in the eye while drawing circles on your clit.

“Actually she’s only staying a few-“ Adam started.

“I’ll take a coffee.” Jennifer interrupted, smiling brightly.

“It’s a little late. Do you want that decaf?”

“No. I’m not planning on doing much sleeping tonight.” The subtext in that sentence embarrassed you enough but then Jennifer turned to you. “You want anything else? My treat.”

That sent the waitresses gaze your way and your face burned. You really didn’t want a stranger looking at you right now.

“No thanks.”

You cursed your squeaky, cracking voice and averted your eyes as quickly as possible.

Even with your awkward position limiting her, it was like Jennifer’s touch electrified you. An overwhelming pleasure followed her fingertips and you could only swallow your reactions to it for so long.

As the waitress went on her way Jennifer tugged at your panties and mindlessly taking the cue you raised your hips just enough for her to pull them to your knees.

That was when Adam’s focus returned to the two of you and you startled, realising what the fuck you were doing.

He was totally gonna catch you!

But then Jennifer’s fingers pushed inside of you, curving and making you see stars, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You could only spread your legs wider and silently pray you didn’t look as wrecked as you felt.

“Okay, I’m sorry, how long were you planning on staying? Don’t you have a date coming?” Adam huffed.

“Yeah.” She looked slyly at you “any second now.”

You writhed in your seat. Embarrassment, guilt and so much lust created a boiling hot cocktail inside of you.

“Whatever.” He sighed, leaning back in his seat and staring at the ceiling.

Jennifer snuck her other hand under the table and you gasped loudly at sudden, rough friction against your clit. 

Sure enough that caught other patrons attention. As people glanced at you you didn’t know what you wanted more… to cum or for the earth to open up and swallow you whole.

“Hey, you good?” Adam asked.

“Yeah… yeah, just um, water went down the wrong pipe.”

You hadn’t touched your glass since Jennifer showed up but you trusted he wouldn’t of payed enough attention to know that.

“You should be more careful.” Jennifer said, tone loaded in way that made you squirm.

It was really, really hard to be careful with the high she was working you into. It was too much, the way she massaged your g-spot while three flat fingers rubbed quickly over your pussy. 

Hellish heat overtook you as she brought you over the edge. It took everything in your power to keep your mouth shut, face pointing down to hide your shame.

You gripped the table like a lifeline as pulse after pulse of pleasure rocked your body. Her touch became almost overstimulating.

You felt Jennifer’s breath on your ear before you heard her silky, hushed voice “You’re mine. Got it? Don’t forget that again.”

Cool air hit your warm centre as she pulled out and you nodded eagerly. Thrumming with the aftershocks of orgasm you barely registered Adam’s voice.

“Hey what’s up with all the whispering? I swear, you’d think you were on a date with Jennifer.”

[slytherinshua]

SUMMER'S #1 PERK

genre. fluff. warnings. gyuvin is shirtless ‼️⁉️ n reader gets very shy. AND GYUVIN IS SO FLIRTY GOD. not proofread cause it's 6 am and i'm going to sleep but i'll fix it later if i have to skdjsk. pairing. gyuvin x fem!reader. wc. 1k. request. requested by 🥟 anon for prompt #27: "eyes up here, idiot" ++ written for @blue-jisungs <3 (i forgot if this was a deal before or not but uhh ik im getting gunwook in return for finishing this so a win is a win 💪) a/n. the zb1 delusions continue guys (send more in if u have any 😭‼️)

You had never been a fan of summer. The overwhelming heat, sticky sweat, and endless free time just clashed with you. As soon as summer started, you were already counting down the days until it would end, much preferring winter to it any year. 

But, as you sat on the pool chair under an umbrella, you realized that summer might have at least one perk to it. And that was your boyfriend shirtless at the pool.

You had been dubious at the idea of swimming with your boyfriend’s friends when he suggested the idea to you that morning. It was only your second or third time hanging out with them, and you never particularly liked water activities. But all your prior reluctance seemed to have disappeared into thin air the second Gyuvin walked out of the house with iced lemonade in his hands and a very clear absence of any swim top. 

You couldn’t help but blush at the sight. Truthfully, the most you had seen was him in a tank top as the weather got warmer. You were always one to take things slowly, and while you knew he worked out and definitely had muscles hiding underneath, you were never in a rush to see them. Maybe because you knew you would get flustered like you were now. 

Gyuvin’s eyes searched for yours, as they always did when he was apart from you for any amount of time. His face brightened when he spotted you sitting cross legged on the pool chair, book in your lap, trying your best to look anywhere but him. 

“Want some lemonade?” He asked as he walked over, holding a cool glass topped with a pink straw and a paper umbrella. The sun shined straight down on him, doing wonders to warm his skin tone to a rich golden colour, his chest and abdomen catching the warmth of it as well. 

He had told himself he wouldn’t get his hopes up about your reaction to him being shirtless. He loved having an effect over you; it boosted his ego. But he didn’t want to be cocky. It was true that he had worked on his chest and abs a little harder specifically for you. Who could blame him for wanting to look nice for his girlfriend? He just wanted to match up to how pretty you were.

He didn’t miss the way you were avoiding eye contact, or the flush that was taking over your face. Now that he saw how shy you were, he couldn’t help the grin that spread to his face. You took the lemonade from him and used it as a distraction, although you snuck another peak at his stomach when he handed you the glass.

“The boys want to do a relay race. I’ll be back once I win!” He said cheerfully, leaning over your chair to give you a kiss on the forehead.

You let out a sigh of relief when he turned away from you, so sure you were going to completely melt into a puddle under his stare if he looked at you for even a second longer. Watching him from a distance was infinitely easier on your racing heart.

The boys did several rounds of relay races, and then started to play catch with some pool toys. You just watched them with a smile on your face. They were having fun, and you loved to hear your boyfriend’s laugh. He was on a team with Jiwoong, Yujin, and Ricky for a game of pool volleyball, and somehow, miraculously, they won against the others.

You saw Gyuvin cheer, hugging Ricky in celebration. It was cute how hard they celebrated just for winning a game of pool volleyball. Gyuvin then turned to you, grinning as your eyes met. You smiled at him and he beckoned you over to him, meeting you at the side of the pool.

You dipped your feet into the water, sitting on the poolside as the other boys got out to dry off. Gyuvin swam over to you, still somehow taller than you despite standing much lower in the water.

“Did you see I got the winning point?” He laughed, pushing his hair back off of his forehead as he got to the edge of the pool. 

“I saw! It was a super close game.” You smiled as he wrapped your legs around his waist, closing the little distance between you two. “You know, you distracted me from my book.” You draped your arms around his bare shoulders, not minding how they were still wet from the water.

He started to smile, “Oh? How so, baby?” He teased, already knowing where this was going. 

“How am I supposed to focus on anything when you’re shirtless?” It was hard to even say it in front of him, the sight of his smirk widening making you blush. You would’ve run away from his teasing if you could, but he had you trapped, hands securely on your waist, keeping you close to him.

“Eye's up here, idiot.” His eyes twinkled as he lifted a hand to your cheek, feeling how warm it was. You couldn’t even think of a suitable defense to save yourself from the embarrassment given how your brain was short-circuiting. Not that Gyuvin gave you any time to respond regardless, much more focused on capturing your lips with his. 

Seeing you shy only made him bolder, confidence bubbling in his chest more than it ever had before. Your blush was already the most adorable sight Gyuvin had ever seen, but to know it appeared because of him made his heart warm in his chest. 

Summer’s biggest perk was definitely this. Shy giggles, flushed cheeks, and warm kisses shared in the pool with your (shirtless) boyfriend. 

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[slightly-knot-insane]

You can write something about a humanoid lizard!m × reader!fairies who hate each other and constantly arrange fights, and then fuck hard (つω`*)

Put a Spell on You

[ m!lizard hybrid x fem!reader fairy ]

content: licking, nsfw but not particularly explicit, p in v, anal tw: slight dubcon

In the beginning, you really did hate him. It was a sort of generational trauma and traditional rivalry passed on to you that you just couldn't ignore. Not around him.

Nothing about him was appealing to you. His attitude - horrendous. His humor - dark. His ego - enormous. The fact that he was significantly bigger than you didn't help. It was rather annoying, to say the least. He would tease you, grab you out of nowhere and fling you like a toy, pat you like a puppy, and scratch you under your chin while cooing. The sole advantage you had against this lizard hybrid was that you could fly and use magic... kinda. In any case, you were preparing a spell that would teach him a lesson.

Once you got him alone, you tried your spell on him and... it didn't work. Why? How? He realized what you were trying to do and gave you a deadly smirk. "Little fairy, did you just try to cast your magic on me? Don't you know that's illegal?"

Your arms danced, and your magic flickered and twirled around your fingers. But it was too weak, too fragile. The next moment, his index finger and thumb encircled your waist, entrapping you. He hissed and licked his green lips. "If you give me a kiss, I promise I won't tell anybody."

"Screw you!" You hit his arm with your fists, but his hard scaly skin hurt you more.

"Playing hard to get, are you? Don't worry, I know how to break fairies like you." He grabbed your wrists and lifted them high above your head. And then his long rough tongue emerged.

"You wouldn't dare!" you screamed. He chuckled and licked your exposed neck and shoulders, before moving his tongue down your corset and in between your breasts. "Ah! You asshole, that's d-disgusting."

His nimble tongue wriggled around and found your nipples. With a complacent hum, he kept playing with them, flicking them left and right. Your fine hair stood up, as sharp jolts of pleasure surged right into your cunt. "Nghhh... ah... ahhh..." You stopped complaining and dived right into this delight. Because not only did it feel good, but this teasing also charged your magic? Your skin became electrified, and the power zipped through your veins. Yes, yes! You will show him! You will get him now! But then, with a slurp, he returned his tongue behind his sharp teeth.

"Very delicious, I must say," he commented and snapped his jaw. "You're probably the tastiest fairy I've had the pleasure to lick. But I'm afraid I have other things to attend to now. Seek me out when you want to bewitch again." He winked and walked away, leaving you to impotently fume.

Next time - as weirdly as it sounds - you make sure to masturbate and tease your erogenous zones to prepare yourself. It is hard to focus on your goal because, contrary to your common sense, you wanted that tongue of his on your skin more than you wanted victory.

You locate him, sneak up on him and... It works! Your spell blooms around you, and you cast it against him. He can barely turn around before he shrinks to... to... well, your size. Which wasn't your plan. You wanted him smaller than you; you wanted to carry him around on your palm and dunk him into a toilet. But he is... your size. Even slightly taller. Fuck.

But seeing him absolutely shocked and disoriented is entertaining. "You... you did it?" He checks his body and touches his face. "You shrunk me?"

"I did!" you proudly exclaim.

"For how long?"

"Uhh... maybe a few hours."

"Perfect." He grabs you around your waist and pulls you closer. "Now that we are the same size, I can finally hold you properly."

You laugh in his face. "You want to hold me properly? Is this a joke?"

"No." He takes a good sniff of your neck. "You are aroused and I'm aroused, and we can finally see eye to eye - in more ways than one. I'm glad your magic worked. But let me tell you - you put a spell on me a long time ago, gorgeous."

To say you are surprised would be an understatement. Especially after feeling his hard cock against your stomach. "Oh wow," you smile.

"Would you look at that," he smirks. "You didn't manage to shrink all of me."

"Ha! Let's put your money where your mouth is, split tongue. You better not be all talk."

He wasn't. Far from it.

The spell lasted for 2 hours, and you used that glorious time to the last second. But it wasn't enough. Luckily, you were so hungry for his cock and aroused enough to cast a spell to make him slightly larger so that he could stretch you to the verge of pain. It felt so good when he rutted into your tight pussy. Once he demanded your other hole, you made him slightly smaller to reduce the discomfort, but soon you wanted him bigger and bigger again.

You ended up exhausted - body and magic. With slight regret for allowing yourself to fuck your enemy, you swore you'll never do this again. Ever!

And then you do it again, and again, and again. Eventually, you two realize that it's time to end your generational rivalry and start a new chapter for lizard folk and fairies. It will be a far more mutually rewarding experience for everyone.

[cherie-doll]

uhh sweats 💧💧 no idea if you write for m!readers but maybe something like cod men x shorter boyfriend who really wants to top them 💧🙏 if you’re comfortable writing male x male pairings that is, since I know it’s not as popular in x reader writing spaces!! If not that’s okay too, have a great day/night 💕

i went through hell and back for you

⨯ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

Price has always taken the lead, thinking he can get more of a reaction out of you, but the flush that swept across his cheeks proved his point wrong. His winded breaths as he felt the shocks of pleasure jolt throughout his body like electricity, then suddenly tightening. You have this grown man gripping the bedsheets, toes curling, gruffy voice- AHRBHJBAJ

Simon honestly just needs to be shown that you CAN be in control of his reactions, to cause and provoke reactions from him. But as soon as you're pressing your forehead against his and discreetly trailing your hand from his chest down his shirt, slipping it under and feeling the warmth already pooling in his lower stomach, hiking his shirt up he's realized he's fallen right into your trap.

Johnny tends to be all bark no bite. When you say you wanna top him he gives you a look that trails you up and down, as if assessing you and narrowing his eyes, doubting you could make him cum faster than he makes you. It's almost embarrassing for him, when he's repositioning himself higher against the pillow, bracing the headrest above him for support. His eyes won't even meet yours, gaze flickering away; awkward and embittered but no doubt good, maybe he should've reconsidered.

You didn't even ask Kyle lmao. Just saw him sitting on the couch, manspreading on the couch; completely oblivious to what malicious intent you had. Without even giving it so much as a second thought, you pulled at the knot his strings on the waistband of his sweatpants. Before he knew what was going on you were already sinking into him, his head rolling back and as you grinded down on his hips, positioning yourself.

It was a late night making out session, cute and sloppy until Roach couldn't speak, his knees getting weak as you held him closer, skin pressing against one another. It only felt natural for him to wrap his legs around your waist, not knowing you were already brushing your hand against the waistband of his pants. His throat made a weird noise in surprise, something of a choked cry. A shudder he decided to just let ripple through his body as he followed the rhythm you set.

Alejandro lucked out. He loves the completely hazed look in your eyes, his own glistening as he felt himself being able to just follow your movements, however sloppy and desperate you were holding onto him he was quick to redirect your movement, guiding you. The beatific look on his face, making it seem like he was expecting this.

Rudy panicking, not understanding what you meant before you're already pulling him towards you. It was early morning and you woke up hard, his back muscles are just so tempting and upon seeing the shirt he put on before getting out of bed ride up, you saw the unbuttoned shorts he lazily pulled on you almost went feral. His arms above his head on the bed, just craning his neck as he watches you swiftly discard of his clothes, just accepting it.

Phillip is a brat that needs to be tamed, he's smirking and rolling his eyes at you giving an attitude just because since he thinks he's the bigger person he can just manhandle you however. Clearly, he must be taught the essence of pleasure, to fuse with you as his mouth runs dry, for once not being able to say a sly remark. Instead, gritting his teeth as he hisses in pleasure from how untrained he is at receiving the same treatment he's been handling you with.

Again, Makarov would require you to stroke that big ego of his, preferably when you've managed to press him against something like the counter or wall, and he's forced to look down at you, his eyes following your hand as you reach into his pants, the beads of sweat already forming on his hairline. You can FEEL him tense up, not used to being in the opposite position for once, as he doesn't know where to place his hands. Your name slipping through his lips as a series of curse words as well when you prod your tip in, teasing him, torturing him a little before slamming in.

Keegan is the type to want to do sex with his teeth and mouth, so while you're topping him you'll need to keep his mouth busy too. He adores lapping at your collarbones, sucking on them before he can bite in deep while you're slamming harder. It's sort of an alternative for him to keep from groaning too loudly because he's one hell of an animal.

König used to be so shy when it came to these things, not realizing he had an advantage due to his larger size. Now, he liked to slip his cock into you whenever he felt like it, he barely moved his hips, just using you as a sort of cock sleeve. Well, you had to fix that, right? Make his brain short-circuit and forget how things work, have him recognize the musky smell of his sweat and shakily glance at your face above him.

Horangi's small smile around his eyes, observing your deliberate movements, in no rush to get started. You wanted to test him, give him a taste of his own medicine, to get back at him for all the times he made you wait. Now, you want him to be unable to take his hands off of you, to split him open to the core and still make him desire more. For him to not be able to distinct the tears from his sweat, place his head on your shoulder and let his breath warm your ear with his ragged breaths, his lips inches away from your neck as he pants.

Nikto inhaling deeply, his eyes following you, wondering what you would do to him when you sat him down saying you wanted to try something out. He had come back from an exceedingly tiring day, his shoulders sore and ready to collapse into a deep sleep, but not before he got his release from all that pent up stress and frustration that comes with a hard day's work. He's so restrained during sex the most he'll do is grunt, you want more from him. You're insistent as you continue pressing his navel, knowing that's where he must feel the clawing. He's pained with elation, relishing in that pulsating tenderness when you pause, draw out and start all over again.

[evolnoomym]

Made Of Pain❄️

Grumpy!Joel Miller x Emotionally Constipated f!OC

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Summary: You have your routine, a way of having fun but without catching unnecessary feelings. You play this game so well, that is until you decide to play with Joel Miller. Maybe this time you take it too far.

Rating: 18+ mature content mdni!!!!

Word count: 2.4K

Authors note: Hello Friends 🫶🏻 Here I present Maneater!Moon/ emotionally constipated!Moon to y’all, she’s a mess and I hope y’all enjoy this story.🩵

Please let me know if you are interested in more, since there are possibilities for a sequel. 😏

Warnings: no y/n, F!OC, Moon as always, Maria & Tommy are a couple, Moon hates men, she’s definitely toxic in this one butttttt for a reason, daddy issues(duh), alcohol consumption, hints towards sa (not with Joel), implied age gap, Moon is kinda badass, smoking, lots of cursing, name calling, slight femdom vibes, she has a tattoo, protected p-in-v action, hard sex as a form of self-punishment, blood, eating blood (I guess???), inner conflict. If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Shoutout to @saradika-graphics & @cafekitsune for the dividers 🩵

And shoutout to @joelmillerisapunk & @always-andromeda for proofreading 😇

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. 😂🫶🏻

You were happy that Maria found the guy of her dreams, really. Tommy was a good one and as long as he didn’t make any mistakes you would accept his presence.

-In the beginning he had to really try and get on your good side,- because you judged every move he made.  

At the end of that night he felt inclined to share his observation “So, you don’t like people, huh?” Tommy was not wrong.

 “I don’t, no, not most of them at least. Men, specifically, I find to be quite the disturbance.” You gave Tommy the famous look, one that he later described as “similar to Medusa’s stare.”

And it’s true, you don’t like them, men. They always gave you reasons to despise them. Whether it was your Dad lying to you all the time, abandoning you for a new life and instead choosing to love the bottle more than his daughter or all those guys who seemed kind in the beginning and then turned into depraved monsters, taking and taking whatever they could. Nowadays you play them like they did you, making them fall for you and then kicking them out. Break hearts to feed your own ego. To you it’s a game, be the hunter or be the prey. And you don’t ever want to be the prey again. 

You’re brought back to the present when Maria’s soft voice cuts through the recollections “So, what do you think?” 

Right. She had asked you to go out with her, Tommy and his older brother. 

“Uhh, sorry. Tell me again why you think this is a good idea?” 

“He is your type, older, and I thought maybe you two would get along?” 

You shake your head “No, I think you want me to date your boyfriend’s brother so we can go on those awful double-dates. Fuck no.” 

Maria lets out an annoyed huff, “Would it really be so awful to finally stop these power games and trust again?” She knows that you want to be loved, Maria is the only one who knows what hides behind the stone cold facade you built up. 

“You know I can’t.” Your words have a sense of finality to them so Maria doesn’t even bother arguing. 

“Just promise me not to play with him?” 

“I won’t play with him.” 

Tommy picks Maria and you up around 8pm, when you slide into the backseat you’re confused finding the other backseat empty.

“Well hello, Thomas. Where’s the old man?”

You ask in a fake sad voice.

“Well…hello Mooni, he’s meeting us at the bar. And maybe ya shouldn’t call him by that name once we’re all together.” Tommy replies.

“Or what? Will he throw a fit over getting a little teased?” You laugh at the prospect.

“You’re laughing now, but he might, he’s a little grumpy so don’t poke the bear too much. Just looking out for you.”

“I think I can handle myself, but thanks for the heads up,” and with that you fall into silence for the rest of the car ride.

The bar is a neat little establishment Tommy had first met Maria in, so it’s special to them. You don’t dislike it entirely but still could see yourself in a different place.

As you make the order for everyone’s drinks at the bar it doesn’t take much longer and you catch a gruff, more weathered version of Tommy swagger in. It must be Joel. He isn’t unattractive but he looks like an asshole and that is your kinda guy. Those are the ones you have the most fun breaking down; they deserve it.

After confirming the order and table number, you make your way back to the others. Joel is tall, which you notice as he gets closer. He looms over the table, casting a big shadow with his broad shoulders, strong stance, and a cute butt. He must feel your presence at his back, because he swiftly turns around. He was already attractive from behind but actually seeing his face was a whole different experience. Maria was right, he was your type, older and slightly on the verge of greying. Mature.

He eyes you suspiciously up and down, with a hint of distaste. Oh, you don’t like that.

Tommy chimes in, “Joel, this is Moon. Maria’s friend, I told ya’ about her.”

Joel simply grunts in acknowledgment.

“Yeah, fuck you too man,” you say as you push past him, making sure to knock your shoulder into his on the way.

Once you sit down, your hand goes to grab a cigarette from your case, placing it between your lips and reaching for the lighter. Joel’s annoyed face greets you, watching how you inhale that first head emptying dose of burning tobacco.

You make sure to blow it in his direction.

He mumbles under his breath “Disgustin’,”

“Oh my god, could you be any more fucking ridiculous? Maybe the grumpy old man should just stay home instead of making everyone miserable.” You lean more over the table with each word of your rant.

“Moon,” Maria sounds like a scolding mother “cool it.”

“Sure,” you lean back, nod, and take another inhale.

Perfect moment for the waitress to show up with the drinks. You immediately drink half of it; you need it to stomach the rest of the evening.

Tommy, Maria, and Joel have resigned to friendly chatter. You just observe, not really one to intervene much. It’s just how you are, either really loud or really quiet, super happy or super sad…always these extremes. Most of all reckless, selfish, and emotionally sealed shut.

It’s how you always get in trouble, just like tonight.

You gulp down the remaining cocktail and get up. The trio stops talking.

You look at Joel „Can you at least Dance?“

He’s caught off guard by the switch up in your behavior, too stunned to answer.

„Well?“

„Just say yes Joel, there’s no saying no to that one,” Tommy informs and he’s right.

You hold out your hand and tug him out of his seat and onto the dance floor.

He just awkwardly stands in front of you.

„You know you can touch me, I don’t bite.“ as you laugh.

„Oh really?“ he muses

You shake your head „Hmm, no, I have no idea what you’re talking about Joel.” You say it in a mocking sweet voice.

„You’re a real fucking brat,“ he gets closer.

„True.“

„A real fucking bitch,“ he leans in to whisper in your ear, sliding his arms around you.

„Oh no, ouch…“ you giggle into his ear. „You know what I think?“ you question.

„What?“

„You are a dirty old man, who loves bratty little bitches like me. Don’t pretend you don’t, that would just make you look dumb.“ You gently stroke your hands up his arms and lay them around his neck. You press your tits against his chest.

„Bet you like this, my young tits touching you. Hmm, are you thinking about my wet little cunt?“ you press kisses below his ear and on his jaw.

Course you double down. „Makes you hard, doesn’t it? You wish you could fuck my tight pussy, huh? Say it Joel, say I’m right.“

Joel curses Tommy for ever trying to get him more out of his comfort zone. His own little brother pushed him into the arms of the devil.

His cock is indeed swelling at your filthy—almost hypnotic—words.

“Trouble, that’s what ya’ are,” Joel grunts.

“See, there are two options. Either you want to kill me or you want to fuck me.” You ponder.

You unlatch from him and turn around, pushing your butt against his crotch. The bulge is undeniable.

“Well, well. I think I know the answer.” You swirl your hips a couple times before facing him again.

Joel tries to kiss you but you dodge it.

“What was that?”

“You don’t kiss me. Never, unless I tell you to. Yes?” You don’t even care if he understands, you take his hand and start dragging him again, this time to the bathroom.

In there, Joel bends you over the bathroom counter. He flips up your skirt, tugs down your thong and bunches up your top around your middle. Doing so reveals what must be a massive tattoo. Joel is unsure of the meaning behind the painting that covers your entire back, he sees snakes and a woman’s face in Fine black lines. He realizes after a moment that it must be Medusa. Her mouth's stapled shut; how odd.

You’re unaware of his discovery, too lost in the pleasure of having his hands on you.

But then he traces the outlines of her and says. “Nice tattoo ya’ got there,”

You freeze and immediately stare at him through the mirror with an intensity. “Don’t touch it.” Your tone leaves no room for arguments.

He takes his hands away, instead busying them by unzipping his pants and patting down his pockets for a condom. He stops his search when you pull out one from your bra and hand it to him. He almost wants to ask, but your eyes let him know not to.

Joel wastes no time, rolls the rubber down his length and nudges his tip at your entrance.

He’s taking too long, so you make the rash decision to impale yourself with his hard cock.

The sting is exactly what you need to silence those self destructive thoughts.

He should’ve never seen her but it’s your fault. You broke the rule of not letting a man take you from behind. No, it’s always a position which makes you face them or puts you above them. In control. Most of all, they don’t see her. It shows a weak spot, giving whoever is on the receiving end of her stony gaze too much power in hurting you.

Joel’s pained hiss takes you back to the present moment.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. Jesus,”

You groan “Shut up and start fucking me, would you?”

He picks up the pace instantly, slamming his throbbing cock into your cunt. Your hips will surely be bruised by the next day.

“Soooo good, just like that,” he’s doing a damn good job. Until one of his massive hands tries to push your chest down, attempting to put him in control.

“Stop pushing me,” you mumble.

Your voice is not loud enough for him to hear, so his hand continues.

Your barely able to get a word as he’s fucking you into oblivion.

“S-s-stop, J-Joel,” you try to move your shoulders to perhaps make him notice but this turns out to be just as fruitless.

Enough is enough. You muster up the strength to lift your chest. In a split second you knock back your head, colliding with his lip.

Joel stumbles back in pain and shock. “T’fuck was that for,”

You don’t care to answer, turning around and hurdling him into the toilet stall. You push him down and take a seat in his lap. His cock fills you again, you make quick work of riding him in earnest. Slamming yourself down hard over and over. Until you suddenly stop to lift a finger to his bleeding lip, swiping generously through the ruby liquid and sucking that finger into your mouth. You keep intense eye contact with Joel while doing so.

“Jesus, you are fucking crazy,” he mumbles.

You start riding him again and whisper back. “Just how you imagined me, right?”

Your thighs start feeling sore pretty quickly, Joel notices that, of course he does and tries to offer help.

“Why don’t ya’ let me do some of the work, huh?”

You shake your head. “I don’t need your fucking help, Joel,” you practically hiss.

“Please,” something about the way he begs has your act crumbling.

“Okay, but you fuck me against the door,” you instruct.

“Sure,” he hoists you up with him by grabbing your thighs but before he can move you give more instructions.

“I want you to slam me against the door and then pound me.”

“What?” Joel is confused about your request.

“Are you really that hard of hearing old man?” you lean in and rasp in his ear. “Slam me against the door and fuck me. Or are you too much of a pussy, huh?” You know exactly what your taunting will get you.

Joel makes an angry throaty sound almost like a bull.

Your backside colliding with the plastic of the door as well as your head too has you deliciously dizzy. You need the pain as a distraction of how much you betray yourself by letting him take control.

“You like that, fucking bitch?” You laugh at his words.

“I do, but can you finish now? I'm getting bored.” More taunting.

And Joel gets to it. Fucking up into you so roughly that you think your shoulder blades will be bruised as well by the way he slams you into the door. You can feel him so deep, hitting all the right spots. In the haze of his throbbing member fucking the air out of you, Joel’s thumb rubs soothing circles into your thigh. A stark contrast to the brutal pounding he gifts you.

Joel’s rhythm slowly gets more uneven and you know he’s close. You put one hand on his face and the other slips down between your body’s to rub your clit.

“Come on Joel, I know you wanna cum for me, don’t you?” You lean closer until your lips almost touch his. “Fill me up, do it. I love that big cock in my tight cunt and you do too, right Joel?” Your words combined with how you pulsed around him were too much to bear. He couldn’t stave his orgasm off any longer and soon shot spurts of his warm cum into the condom.

He slipped out of your used hole, and you made fast work of pushing him further away before fixing your clothes. Joel's about to speak up when you cut him off. You saw that look in his eyes and you don’t like what it means.

Maybe this time you took it too far, you can still feel his hands on your body, how gentle he was, so caring even through all the roughness. Something you don’t deserve.

You are used to being touched. But with Joel it’s different. And you don’t like it. You lowered your guard too much.

You need to get out of the toilet stall and away from Joel. The last thing you say to him before disappearing is full of disgust.

“Don’t get any stupid ideas, this didn’t mean shit. We just fucked.”

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[sharksandjays]

anybody else notice that lloyd is just having so much fun fighting in dragons rising? Of course, with the more serious villains like the Imperium and stuff like that he can become serious, but overall you see him smile a lot more while fighting.

And it's just super cool to me because it's sorta hinted throughout the seasons that the ninja think of certain villains as below them. Like uhh i forgot who but didn't kai or someone call the Mechanic a "third tier" villain in season 6, whereas nadakhan was first tier.

And it could be associated with arrogance but honestly? I just think the ninja know their jobs. Their jobs are to basically keep ninjago together and the citizens alive. Anyone that is a major threat can be handled by them, whereas anyone less than them will be handled by the police force.

But the thing is, the ninja LOVE fighting! They spar all the time, of course to keep their stamina up, but also because they find it fun! Cole was ITCHING to fight for half of the older seasons, and Kai always rushes into them. Even Jay seems to have fun with them. It makes sense that they would see low-level villains that they can easily beat as a game, as something amusing. And yes, there's probably an ego boost in there. Like "lol look at that guy that i just beat in 0.5 seconds while the police are struggling for a day to find and arrest him."

So I honestly just see Lloyd in Dragons Rising as having fun. Low level thugs like the guards in Imperium that he can just flaunt his skills to and maybe add a few flourishes to the fight that he'd never be able to use in a real fight...maybe a little flip that Jay had taught him, or a special spin that Kai showed him. And when he's fighting Wyldfire he's just!! Amused!!!

Ther''s also probably an added "PLEASE these ppl think they can beat ME?" to the mix. Again, it might look like arrogance...but think about this. It's deserved arrogance. Lloyd has literally beaten the master of evil itself. Twice. And here's this 15 year old Kai equivilant raving about killing him. It must be really amusing to him. He is very skilled, professional, and powerful. He knows his worth. Humility is hard to have when you were forced to carry the burden of the world at 9 years old.

[astral-cookiery]

Hugging Headcanons. || Ft: The Red Dragon Crew.

A/n: This has been in my drafts since uhh... July? Whoops. I scrolled down and saw that it was like. 95% complete and decided that I should finish it. Anyways, enjoy!

Hollyberry Cookie

She's the sort to hug without warning, as tightly as possible, and for as long as possible. No, you cannot escape until she sets you free. No, she is not fully conscious of her own strength. Wildberry Cookie has probably had to intervene to set you free at least once or twice before.

Despite her high status as both a queen and an Ancient, she does not stress formality hardly at all. Regardless of who you are, she will choose a hug over a handshake or formal greeting any day.

If you let her, she will pick you up. It does not matter if you are bigger than her. She will try, and unless you're for some reason slippery, she will succeed.

Yk that one scene with Dark Cacao where she kind of had him in a headlock? She probably does the same to others on occasion, just when she's feeling goofy, or if they're standoffish like DC is.

Pitaya Dragon Cookie

"Issss thisss some kind of trick, cookie?" - Bestie doesn't really recognize a gesture like that. They weren't exactly known to be the most peaceful before banding with Hollyberry Cookie, and thus didn't experience regular social things like a hug. How sad.

They would probably try to fight you if you hugged without warning. Trapping their arms like that? Bad idea. The great Greenish-Red Dragon can win any battle, regardless of disadvantages!

Oh, turns out Pitaya likes hugs quite a bit, once they get used to it. Have fun in the dirt, because they lean on you a little too much, unaware (or uncaring) that you can't quite support all their weight. Oh well, they don't care if they get dirty. If you really like laying in the dirt for some reason, try petting their hair while you're at it. Be warned, you will be staying there for quite a while.

Tail wags. You can hear the thumping of their spiky tail hitting any nearby objects while they hold you close. They really hold onto you too. Not quite as tightly as Hollyberry, but you won't be going anywhere.

Royal Margarine Cookie

Haaave fun boosting his ego. Because that's exactly what hugging him will do. The fangirls envy you, they didn't get a chance to hug him! No fair!

Buttercream might also rest her head on your shoulder sometimes, since she's decided that she likes you. Occasionally she accidentally knocks you over since she doesn't know her own strength. (And tbh a dragon is heavy.)

There was one time after fighting the red dragon that he just sorta. Aggressively hugged you (in private of course.) He hadn't seen you since before Dragon City was set aflame, and he was worried for your well being. Please hug him tightly back. He might cry.

I dunno, I feel like he pets your hair too. His arms probably rest across your shoulders and he just can't help but want to pet you for some reason.

Tarte Tatin Cookie

No, she will not set the cannon down. You get side-hugged, fool. Congratulations.

She's used to doing that sort of picturesque side-hug thing since she doesn't like to not have her cannon in her hands at any point in time, and since it's the most convenient when someone wants to take a photo with her.

It takes a very special person and a very special occasion to get her to put it down for once (like when the magma dragon was slain). It is at that point that she will give you a proper hug.

Rests her chin on your head, arms are folded across your shoulders. You can tell how tired she is after hunting dragons all day just from her tired sigh and the way she sort of tiredly leans against you.

Snapdragon Cookie

You do not hug the baby. The baby hugs you. Or at least they try.

They will fly full speed at you and then you have to catch them, or be tackle-hugged to the floor. If you don't stop them in time, they will happily tumble to the floor with you, squealing all the while.

Their arms are a little too short to wrap all the way around your torso, but they can hug your neck just fine.

Honestly, their aggressive hugging behavior gets directed at anyone. Pitaya Dragon Cookie finds it hilarious when they tackle cookies to the ground for the sake of a hug. Stop encouraging them.