#anyways yes yes 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️

[gladiatorcunt]

bruh why is hamzah so fucking fine my 2020 self was definitely hearing people out 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

no because like……

[ruinix]

Quinn, eating your pussy at his own pace, for hours.

Hello, lovely. I didn't expect to receive another ask for another drabble. I am not ready (actually panicked when i received this). Anyways, I may have gotten overboard with the details before what you requested. Once more asking you to put the bar down🧎🏻‍♀️because.... i'm crying 😭😭😭

Treat

TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Lots of kisses, Oral (fem receiving...as requested), Q just wanna eat you up--🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️

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You’re a treat. A fucking delicious one. Every time Quinn looks at you, his mouth instantly waters.

He always makes sure that you’re not doing anything that could be dangerous like chopping vegetables, cooking, or hopping over the counters to reach the highest cabinets. He will never endanger you. Though, work calls, phone calls with your friends or family, watching TV, watering plants, on your way out for errands, walking around the house because of boredom…those things aren’t dangerous. Important, sure but those can wait, right? You just look so delectable. Like a treat that’s just for him.

Quinn is sane enough to be wary, yet he could barely control himself when he pulls you for a kiss, pushing you against the nearest surface—the wall adjacent to your home office. He must kiss you and taste you mixed with your flavored lip balms. It's vanilla. Fuck. His. Life.

It would always be, “Oh, Quinn. I need to answer this call.” “Quinn. Sweetheart, I’m busy.” “Quinn, I need to go out.” “Quinn, we need to finish doing the laundry.” “Quinn, I need to do the dishes.”

Right now, it's, "I'm waiting for a call, Quinn."

Bla-fucking-bla. Everything can wait.

Quinn needs you. He’s always so fucking busy with hockey—practice, media, the games. He wants to be with you and taste you whenever chance he gets. And it’s now, now, and always now. It doesn't matter if he has an optional skate that he must prepare for. It doesn't fucking matter.

So, he kisses you deeper, holding your cheeks after he turns off your phone, relishing on your taste, making sure to deepen the kiss so both of you forget when one starts and one ends.

Do you know he could still taste the gum you chewed on an hour ago? Do you know he could still taste the caramel lollipop you were sucking on just now? God, he wants to taste everything mixed with you. You’re his favorite flavor. He wants something more. By the way you’re panting and grinding against his thigh, you want it too.

He’s getting drunk on your tongue, your taste, your touch that he could barely lead you to your bed. When you two part, a string of saliva connects you. Your eyes are half-lidded, pupils blown. Your lips are red and swollen. Your hair is fanned out beneath you like a halo. He nearly shudders when your hands find his cheeks.

“Can I?” he asks, while your thumb traces along his lower lip.

“Yes,” you would reply without hesitation, already knowing what he’s craving.

That’s all he needs. He’s kissing you again. Your lips. Your chin. Your cheek. Your jaw. Your earlobe. Your neck, taking his time to suck the fading kiss marks. Your collarbones. He almost tears your shirt open—too many buttons, fuck he just wants to touch you—but he knows better. For every inch of skin he exposes, he kisses and licks.

So divine. You smell like him. Fuck, you used his body wash again.

This is unfair. He feels like he’s losing and falling into your trap. Quinn wants that though. He wants to be trapped with you and nothing else. He wants it so fucking badly.

He could feel your silent chuckle, could feel the scrape of your nails on his scalp. You’re laughing at him, so he pulled down your bra. His lips find your nipple. He sucks, turning your laughter into tiny gasps. That’s it. He can’t have you laugh at him. Not right now.

He takes his time teasing your pretty nipples, licking and sucking your breasts’ undersides from time to time. Relishing his smell on you. His sweet treat. You make him so fucking hard. He knows he’s leaking—pre-cum staining his gray sweatpants—for you. All for you.

Your whines and pleas only make him want to tease you more. Your hips keep pushing up, thighs squeezing around his torso. Your hands that were busy tugging at his hair are now pushing down on his shoulder. You need more. Quinn knows that, but the taste of sweat on your skin is making him hold onto you tighter, making him lick every bead of your skin. Just a few more taste of your skin.

You’re trembling now. The first time you tremble when he touched you, he panicked. But now, he understands your body like the back of his hand. It’s your anticipation, isn’t it? You want all his marks. You want him. You need him. He understands that. Oh, so well, because he feels the same.

“I love you,” he murmurs into your skin, his eyes flicking to yours.

Your cheeks are flushed as you bite your lips. Your eyes shine with tears. Your eyebrows drawn together. Sweat drips down from your temple. “I love you,” you whisper.

Quinn swore his heart skips a beat. His stomach flips. Hearing those three words always makes him fall for you harder.

He almost drops this, like he could just appease his craving by kissing you. He could be satisfied with that. However, the moment his fingers slip over your panties, feeling how soaked you are, he can’t just stop. He yearns for your pussy. So, he continues. He goes down and down and down, hands expertly removing your skirt—which looked heavenly on you, by the way.

Now you’re just left with nothing. Totally bare. You look so majestic. All spread out for him. He sees your quivering hole, your arousal oozes, almost dripping.  What a sight. A delicious sight.

Quinn just dives for it, tongue licking from entrance to clit, making you mewl. He can’t stop the moan that escapes him. You taste so divine. His favorite aphrodisiac. His elixir.

Lick after lick, he revels in your taste. Your arousal coats every swipe of his tongue. It’s making his head spin, his cock aching. Yet he’s only tasting. Just tasting. Nothing more. Nothing yet. He has time. He has to savor this.

Fuck, he’s so hard. So fucking hard that when he dipped his tongue in your quivering hole, he almost comes as your wall tightens. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He could feel it through his cock. It’s always like this. It’s like you’re fucking him when he only has his tongue in you.

Your taste. Your smell. Your wetness. Quinn needs all of it.

He grips the back of your thighs, making you rest them over his shoulders, as he feasts on your pussy, hips rutting into the bed. Everything feels so good for him. The feel of your thighs squeezing his head, threatening to asphyxiate him on nothing but your pussy. That's one way to die, isn't it? Quinn doesn't have any complaints. As long as he's tasting you. As long as your pussy clenches around his tongue. He could just die like that.

When his nose grazes your clit, he feels your pussy throb, squeezing so tightly. Yes. Fuck yes. You’re cumming around his tongue, your thighs quivering, your hands ruthlessly tugging on his hair, your hips grinding on his face. Quinn firmly held you, slurping and sucking your cum. Tastes so fucking good. He holds your hips down. He doubles his efforts, devouring everything you have given him.

“Quinn,” you pant, trying to push him off. “'m sensitive.”

He knows. He fucking knows. He shamelessly doesn’t care. More. He needs more. You can give him more.

Your curses for him to slow down stutters when he sucks around your clit, his fingers replacing his tongue. He could feel your surrender as you grind against him, back arching when he hooks his fingers to your sweet spot. Your whines get louder. So much louder because you’re coming again and Quinn is already there, tongue deep inside your pussy, taking everything. So exquisite.

He takes and takes until you come down from your high, panting and quivering, but Quinn still wants more. He fucking needs it. He wants your taste to last until the next day. He wants to feel you come again and again around his tongue. It’s not fucking enough.

“Quinn,” you say in a broken plea.

“One more, baby,” is all he says. “One more.”

You answer with a whimper, head nodding.

You both know he’s a liar.

It’s never ‘one more’. Never even when he gets you to come twice more. Even when he comes in his pants—cum making the gray dark which only makes him more feral. Even when you get overstimulated as well as his dribbling cock. Even when his phone rings for that fucking optional skate. Even when you two are dripping with sweat. Even when exhaustion takes hold of you.

He would just slow down, but never part from you like your pussy is the only thing keeping him alive. It fucking is.

Quinn would eat you out for hours. He could do it for days, but you would always slap him off you after two hours. But today, he’ll go for three.

[neilissevered]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ FROSTBITTEN, BY YOU!

“Your hands are cold”…“Then warm them.“ In which a silly tease turns into an affectionate gesture. Weak Hero Class 1 x GN! Reader (Seperate) Friends to "Something More" trope Characters included: Yeon Si-eun , Ahn Su-ho Wc: 1k+

An: the header makes it look like shse 😝😝😝 reqs are open! (Just no dark stuff pls) Might just take me a while to get to them bcs I’m reviewing for uni 🙂‍↔️ btw I also added more spaces i between the text. Idk if it makes it more readable since I like to use the smaller text size but lmk if you guys prefer the other one!

⤷ YEON SI-EUN

Let’s be real, he’d probably be perplexed at first. A million theories running in his smart brain (how to effectively warm a cold hand…with a cold hand)

He’s honestly like WikiHow…sometimes.

But jokes aside, Si-eun is a very guarded person who is trapped in his own emotional space.

He’s cold and distant and a little out of touch with reality (he has his little world basically.)

Si-eun only lets his friends stay “close enough” beside this huge wall, and it’s his defense mechanism to protect himself from getting hurt 

But there will be an exception for you. A little crack in that wall. Maybe.🙂‍↕️

It’s cold. The kind of cold that bites your fingertips and turns your breath to mist. It’s almost winter in Korea, so you wouldn’t be surprised if it starts snowing, which is why you already have a thick puffer jacket on to protect you from the onslaught of the cold. 

Yeon Si-eun seemed to share the same idea but appeared completely nonchalant, except for the faint flush of his ears and nose as the cold air bit at his face. He looked ethereal in how calm and composed he remained, as if the cold didn’t touch him at all.

You, on the other hand, felt like one more gust of icy wind might snap your bones clean in half. Frostbite, then shatter, then crumble into snow dust. That’s how it felt. But still, you didn’t complain. Not out loud, anyway

You never do, especially not around Si-eun.

Not because you’re afraid of his quiet indifference or the walls he puts up. 

It’s just… You want to protect this.

The peace.

The soft, quiet moments you and he share, like this one.

You walk beside Si-eun quietly, your backpack slung over your shoulders. The sun is already sinking, dipping behind the buildings like it’s retreating early for the day. The silence between you is familiar. Comfortable.

But ‘quiet’ is probably an understatement. You’re doing your best to quell the chattering of your teeth while you clench and unclench your jaw like an idiot because it would be embarrassing if Si-eun notices and suddenly points it out.

And..he does notice it.

The way your shoulders are just a little hunched.

The way you tuck your hands into your sleeves.

The way you blow on your fingers when you think he’s not looking.

And yes, your teeth chattering too. 

“Your hands are cold,” he says suddenly, breaking the silence. It’s the first thing he points out—even he isn't sure why either. 

You glance over, a little surprised…maybe mortified too, because you just jinxed yourself. Has he been looking? The thought of it made you flush even more at his factual statement. You weren’t even sure how to respond.

So you played it off with some light teasing. 

You smile a little and shrug. “Then warm them.”

You expect him to ignore it, like he usually does, or deadpan at you, unamused with your antics. But he stops walking suddenly.

You turn, your own feet stuttering as he’s suddenly two steps behind you. “Si-eun?”

He looks… hesitant. Like he’s overthinking something that shouldn’t need this much calculation. You were about to tell him it was just a joke, but then, after a beat too long, he slowly reached out.

Your breath catches.

His fingers, stiff at first…brush yours.

Then he takes your hand fully, slipping his fingers between yours, palm to palm.

If you were flushed before, now you're beet red. 

You feel how cold his hands are, too. But neither of you says anything. 

The moment shifted, enveloping you in a sense of intimacy and connection. Your gaze drifted downward to where your hands intertwined, feeling the warmth of his touch replace the cold air around you. As you gently squeezed his hand, a new gesture that changed the reality of ‘this’ shared moment, anchoring you both in its authenticity.

He doesn’t meet your eyes, just stares ahead with his usual indifference. But you can see how his ears, nose, and cheeks slightly reddened. 

“You said to warm them,” he mumbles.

You squeeze his hand again gently, heart thudding louder than your shoes on the pavement. “Yeah,” you whisper. “Thanks.”

You don’t speak the rest of the walk home. But he doesn’t let go either.

Later that night, he texted Su-ho

Si-eun: “They looked cold, it was just logical”

Su-ho: “ “Just logical”??? u gonna propose next or run a weather report?😹”

Si-eun: “blocked.”

⤷ AHN SU-HO

This guy's confident… Ridiculously so that he’s kinda impulsive at times.

He’s not afraid to tease, push buttons, or take the lead.

But I believe he’s emotionally reactive and perceptive. He just masks it with charisma or action yk.

He will play along. Challenge you back…until it all becomes very real. Fast.

You’re walking side by side, the shortcut between blocks quieter than usual. It’s getting late, and it's mostly because Su-ho decided to drag you out of your home for a very adventurous trip…to the convenience store. You weren’t complaining, though. You got free, hot ramyeon, and you got to spend some time with your…best friend.

Yeah. 

But the cold has crept in hard. Your fingers sting a little from being out too long and without gloves because of the impromptu hangout, and so you keep flexing them inside your sleeves, hoping that your body warmth will be enough for your fingers not to fall off.

Su-ho glances over.

“Your hands are cold” he says, voice casual, like he’s just pointing out the weather.

You raise an eyebrow, rolling your eyes a bit while a little smile tugged at your lips at the sudden observation, “Oh, thanks. Totally didn’t notice.” 

He smirks. “Hey, just saying. I’ve got an eye for details.”

You snort. “Okay…Then warm them.”

It was intended as a light-hearted teasing, a fleeting comment that would slip effortlessly into the air between you as you transitioned to a new subject. Yet, in that instant, Su-ho halted his steps, his demeanor shifting.

 You suddenly understood that your playful banter had morphed into a challenge, one that left no room for retreat. What seemed like mere humor now possessed layers of profound significance, and you found yourself fumbling with its..double meanings far too late.

You blink. “Wait, I didn’t mean—”

He’s turned toward you, one brow lifted, a flash of challenge in his expression. The corners of his mouth were slowly morphing into a grin because you just gave him a very dangerous idea. “What? You think I won’t?” he says, cocky grin in place, but there’s a real flicker of heat behind it.

“Say less.”

Then, without giving you time to overthink it, he reaches out and takes your hand in his.

His palm is warm. Solid. Confident, like everything else he does. But his grip isn’t teasing. It’s steady, focused, and…real.

The air between you changes — shifts from playful to something charged. He looks at your joined hands for a second, then back at you. His grin suddenly softened as he looked at you with so much sincerity.

“Better?” he asks.

You nod, surprised by how warm your chest feels, too.

“Yeah,” you say softly. “Actually… yeah.”

Su-ho doesn’t let go of your hand. Not after he’s sure you want this too. If anything, his grip tightens, more certain now, like he's claiming something he's longed for. He doesn’t even try to hide it. Instead, he keeps walking, dragging you with him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Told you,” he says, smirking again. But quieter now. “I’ve got a good eye for details.”

You don’t reply. You just hold on.

Because for once, he isn’t talking like he’s trying to impress anyone. He’s just there…With you. Hand in hand.

Later, you and Su-ho passed by Si-eun

Si-eun stared at both of you, then at your joined hands

“Didn’t know hypothermia made people flirt.”

Su-ho smirks. “Didn’t know you cared,” as he brought your hand closer to his lips to blow warm air into them

You’re pretty sure your face is warmer than your hands now.

Wooo tysm for reading until the end🙂‍↕️ just thought of the prompt suddenly bcs it’s been pretty cold here in my country😭😭

Dividers by: @cursed-carmine

[melanated-writersblock]

🪮Beauty Supply Store Run w/ ATEEZ🪮

A/N: For my blacktiny that like to keep their ✨hair did✨, the idea crossed my mind a time or two and existed in my drafts as a title alone for months, so I thought I’d finally add some sort of body and post it🙂‍↕️. Not too terribly long, but I hope it’s still enjoyable nonetheless! As always, likes, comments, & reblogs are greatly appreciated!

⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹ Hongjoong ⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹

⟢ You two were out running errands all morning and this was your last stop before heading home.

⟢ Hongjoong figured he’d go in with you instead of just staying in the car.

⟢ You went straight to the back and got your go to burgundy braiding hair.

⟢ Hongjoong made it his business to buy hair coloring so his hair could match your braids when they’re done.

⟢ When you made it to the register, he got offended that you even pulled out your card to pay and stared you tf down until you put it back up🥴.

⟢ “Please don’t do that again while I’m here.”

⟢ Ofc he whipped out his card and paid!

⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹ Seonghwa ⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹

⟢ It got to a point where he was spending more money than you🤦🏾‍♀️.

⟢ You already had a plan of attack for what you were gonna buy, but once Hwa saw all the extra stuff the store had he kinda went off the rails.

⟢ Not even half way through the store yet and he was already toting a hand basket full of hair ties, those zigzag headbands that pull your hair back in a wave pattern, mini claw clips, skin moisturizer, eye cream, face masks, lip balm, etc.

⟢ You had to stop him from buying a children’s bonnet because it had animal crossing characters on it!

⟢ “Hwa please, you don’t need all of that!”, “But there’s stuff in here for you too! Look, you just ran out of lipgloss so I got this one and there’s shimmer in it.”

⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹ Yunho ⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹

⟢ You went in to specifically get more deep conditioner and Jamaican black caster oil with a couple of other stuff for your next wash days, and asked Yunho to keep you on track with your shopping.

⟢ You tried not to stare at stuff for too long bc Yunho likes to spoil you, and it wouldn’t make any sense if you’re trying to be good in the store but he goes and gets the stuff anyway😩.

⟢ He made a joke about buying you your own beauty supply store in passing, but knowing him it wasn’t a joke I fear…

⟢ The store had a sale on crochet locs and he saw the want in your eyes, so he snuck to the back to get 8 packs and paid for it while you wondered back in one of the aisles to get the spray bottle you forgot.

⟢ “I’ll be in the car when you’re done, Love.” Yunho called to you from the register before making a discreet run for the door so you couldn’t see his surprise.

⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹ Yeosang ⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹

⟢ He’s a yes man I fear…

⟢ You knew you wanted to do a protective style, BUT you hadn’t decided which style you wanted to do yet, so Yeosang proposed the idea of “letting the hair god decide”, which meant you’d think of a style while shopping…bless his heart🙂‍↔️.

⟢ He didn’t know there were levels to this shit so now y’all have been in the store for an hour looking through different types of hair.

⟢ “If I get these bundles I could do a sew-in,” “That would look so nice!” “Waaaaaiiittt, if I get another pack of double strand cuban twists I’d have enough back home to do faux locs, should I?” “Yes you should,” “I gotta do waist length box braids immediately.” “You have to, and they need to be waist length exactly!” “Or should it be a bob?” “Yes, get a bob!”.

⟢ He’s just happy to be gang forreal😭.

⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹ San ⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹

⟢ The first time San went to the supply store with you, he didn’t know what he was expecting but he was gagged.

⟢ He thought he was on top of the names of the hairstyles you would wear…

⟢ Imagine his shame when you admit you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him he was wrong several times.

⟢ You gave him a crash course on your most favorite styles right there while walking through the aisles.

⟢ San has Pinterest open and at the ready with every namedrop.

⟢ “So the goddess locs aren’t passion twists,” “Right.” “And passion twists aren’t bantu knots.” “Exactly!”

⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹ Mingi ⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹

⟢ Like a kid in a candy store.

⟢ Was vibing to the radio station, and kept pointing out the wall posters with different hair models on them, “You’d look so good with this style!”

⟢ Keeps holding up different packs of braiding hair colors to the side of your face, and you can’t help but laugh “Boy, what are you doing?” “I’m doing a color evaluation on you like in those youtube videos!”

⟢ The hair store turns him into a yapper, he even started chatting up the owner.

⟢ He kept going back and forth between the aisles and the front register, and had a full conversation happening with you and with the owner…AT THE SAME DAMN TIME.

⟢ But by the time you were ready to check out, someway…somehow…you ended up with a big ass discount😝!

⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹ Wooyoung ⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹

⟢ Wooyoung made it his business to accompany you to the hairstore the next time you went after you returned home with $264 worth of stuff last time.

⟢ Crazily enough, you were only in there then for a new rat-tail comb cause you broke the last one in the middle of parting your hair.

⟢ He pushed the cart while you walked the aisles, following your eyes and what they were landing on.

⟢ “Aht! Aht! Put it back.” Wooyoung scolds you, pointing at the empty spot below the wig wall. You groan before putting the honey balayage Latisha unit back on the hanging rack.

⟢ “But Latisha is always sold out when I come up here though,” “You’re here for a new hair dryer and Eco Styling Gel, and “Latisha” is not one of those two things.”

⟢ You stare at him annoyed as he blows you a kiss, “I’m leaving your ass home next time.”

⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹ Jongho ⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹

⟢ A PRO✨

⟢ Your Jongiebear is not new to this, he’s TRUE to this!!!

⟢ He came over to your place to spend the weekend a while back and saw you in action doing your own twists.

⟢ He was curious and wanted to know more, so you spent the evening telling him hair stories and the importance behind it and what it means for you, he’s been enlightened ever since.

⟢ He made a playlist on youtube full of tutorial videos for various hairstyles, so he can “help you with your hair” but it’s also to spend more time with you.

⟢ He has golden hands and you literally only trust him to help you install or take down your styles when you do them at home now.

⟢ He was installing your bubble braids with your leftover packs of hair, but half way through you ran out.

⟢ He initiated the trip himself, fully determined to finish the style in the span of 4 hours like the youtuber said it would be. And you walked in that store grinning from ear to ear.

⟢ He knew the brand, texture, color, and length, don’t play with him😮‍💨.

⟢ You were gonna pay but he was so in his zone, you had to let him have his moment. He paid for the packs, and the bubble braids came out 👑FLAWLESS👑!

⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹ Hope you liked it! Lemme know your thoughts🫶🏾 ⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹

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[sunlit6279]

what kind of music do you think the arcane characters would listen to? asking because you seem like a chill dude

First off, anon what’s your opinion on marriage? Hey, anon, what’s your ring size? Secondly 😃 and for reals this time, this is a brilliant ask, I’ll happily take up on your request

But just fyi, I’m BIG into popculture. AND gen z (don’t throw tomatoes at me omg) so maybe you can imagine what kind of music I listen to 😭 but I also like to think that my playlist can be quite diverse. But idk we might still have a very different music taste soooo eh. Yeah idk just wanted to put a ⚠️disclaimer⚠️ here I guess so that y’all don’t come and bash me because it’s literally music and I just saw an opportunity to yap so I’m doing this 😭🎀 Simply put, this is for funsiesss hope you get a laugh?

⚠️a few more disclaimers; not proofread, I was a bit too invested in this (and crazy), I took the modern AU approach!⚠️ So anyways all of this to finally say; I’m starting with our favorite hot-headed lesbian,

Vi

YOU KNOW she’s screaming from the top of her lungs singing this! Oh and imagine this! rookie Rockstar!Vi covering this song in front of an audience, probably during a school festival or something and the crowd goes crazy. Her beloved girlfriend Caitlin is in the crowd. But do you know who else in the crowd? Right next to Caitlin? Maddie. Violet knows what has been going on during their break, and this is a message directed to her. Maddie was trying hard to seduce Caitlin to get her for herself. But she notices quickly all of this was in vain when her “date” next to her is headbanging and genuinely smiling ear to ear for the first time in her presence. When the song ends, Vi spits cocky: “Get your ass out here. Caitlin’s mine.” Her band roars proudly in response 😎

AND YOU KNOW that Vi switched to she/her pronouns to make Caitlin know that she meant her and only her.

OR, YOU KNOW that Vi and Caitlin went to Paramore’s concert when they performed this song for the last time ever and they were having a blast and making out to this song for sure! ☺️ Vi was fired up and Caitlin loved every second of it.

Viktor

The slowed version because that’s just the typa person Vik is 🙂‍↕️ (pls ignore the image used for the song lmfao) But either way. Hear me out, okay? This was a suggestion from Jayce (so no I’m not at fault here! 🙂‍↔️). And yes, Viktor’s response was just as anyone expected: He raised his brow when he looked back at his lab partner. “You’re kidding?”

Panicky, Jayce flapped his hands to ease Viktor’s annoyance. “I hear this song everywhere and it always makes me think of you…! It’s not what I usually listen to but it gets into your brain before you know it. I genuinely thought you’d like it just a little bit. I mean… won’t you give it a listen?”

“Yeah, wrong guy, Jayce.” Jayce nodded quickly and accepted his fate. “Yeah, okay, I know this was dumb of me.”

Viktor didn’t add a word and continued his research back in his corner. Jayce grimaced, cursing at himself. “I-I’ll leave you to it, then. Text me when you’re home.”

The moment Viktor heard the door shut behind him, he sighed. He tucked his hair strings behind his ear and got back to work.

Much later, he noticed his tension grew bigger. He wasn’t being on task at all. Jayce was right. The short snippet he showed Viktor was already stuck in his head. He tried hard not to succumb to the temptation, trying to prove the air in the room that he wasn’t already a little bit hooked. Whether he’d listen to the full song and like it or not.

He looked at the time and smacked his lips. Jayce might be worried at this exact moment but Viktor felt like he couldn’t leave just now. He “barely made any progress”, he thought. He took a big breath and ran his hands over his hair. “I need a break.” He leaned over the counter to feel more relaxed and grabbed his phone in his pockets to surf the internet. But he had to take a double take when he realized he was in fact on his music app and not on social media. Already tapping the search bar. Viktor furrowed his eyebrows, aggravated by himself.

“Tsk.” He typed the lyrics he understood reluctantly, hoping that was enough for the engine to recognize what he meant. Luckily, it did. He let the song play in the background while he finally did what he intended to do with his phone: Surf the internet. When he was done with his break, he let it play on a loop “unknowingly”. He told himself he was too busy to risk and touch his phone now. That would interrupt his flow, he said.

Needless to say, it didn’t take long until he was swaying his body and snapping his fingers to the beat contently while he continued his research.

(and you KNOWWWWW he’s feeling cvnty the more he listens to the song, Jayce absolutely loves seeing that side of Vik, too!) (Jayce asked him once, “oh so what does it mean?” Vik responded with, “you wouldn’t understand”)

Mel

My woman. Oh how much I love her. Come on, we’ve been knowing she’d listen to lots of Beyoncé. She mostly listens to this when she’s already on a high and it’s physically impossible to hold her back. Usually it’s Elora next to her, sitting on the couch inside the karaoke room, holding her own microphone tight to her chest, absolutely fascinated by the performance she’s witnessing. Elora knows that her best friend can be a bit of a dork sometimes, but it amazes her every time anyways when it happens. But she doesn’t stay starstruck for too long, when Mel pulls her in to join her performance. They both rap Jay-Z’s part together, afterwards exchanging verses, Elora filling on the adlibs, the high notes, while Mel is grinding on her to make them both feel something. Hairs are being swung, physical space is non-existent and laughter filling the room 🥹❤️❤️ ugh I LOVE girls being silly together!!!! (I genuinely love what they have here!!! I love gays girls!!!! I love happy Mel!!!!!)

(oh and imagine Mel in a white y2k outfit that gives BEYONCÉ and her loose hair is POPPING. see how much she’s glowing?)

Ekko

YOU KNOWWWWW Ekko’s a huge fan of Kendrick since FOREVER (and is gobbling up his new album yupyup 🙂‍↕️) and went absolutely feral this summer when this song dropped and cheered when he knew he was on the winner’s side. Ekko is a complete music nerd and will tell you every reference and metaphor of this song alone. Powder asked him ONCE (1) about the rap battle between Kenny and Drake and got info dumped within 0.000000001s :))) She loved it. Hearing him sing makes her want to move her body with him. She knows Ekko isn’t really the type to sing in front of people so when he gets all hyped up and shows this side of him she feels special.

There’s a chance they did a TikTok together too… 🌝 but it might be in the drafts oops

(by now, he fully memorized the whole song 🙂🙂)

Claggor

Yup. Him. The man. I know it’s random but I can’t get him out of my head,, So this is more like a self-indulgent bonus. You’re welcome! xx

BUT IMAGINE! He was sent to make the dishes and he was soooooo not feeling it at first until he bit through it and listened to music to make him feel a bit more motivated. When this started to play he was LOCKED. IN. He did the whole “imagining he’s in an edit” kinda thing, jumping in place, flexing his muscle at literally no one at all, singing some verses aloud because he was so into it. Which he rarely does. Claggor is not a singer. Maybe a shower singer but everyone at home quickly shrugs it off, because honestly, who hasn’t done it before? But imagine his surprise when he sensed someone next to him, slowly handing him a plate.

“Uh—”

Vander pulled a face. “Wanna talk about it?”

Claggor simply shook his head awkwardly.

Ugh 😩 you guys I love him so much??? I hate men but I would let him in my bed (/hj)

no but in all seriousness, I can’t really tell why I chose this song but it just felt right? I imagine Claggor to be this cool, chill guy and genuinely funny to be around

and this song (among many others ofc) just oozes that vibe

[dannyriccsystem]

since we are doing an appreciation circle i am joining in !!!! I AM JOINING I LOVE ALL THE DRIVERS <3 in fact i love them all so much that i redownloaded cats and soup and named all my cats after various drivers :3 even if i js started watching the sport this season idc i am sooooo fond of each and every single one of them 🩷 anyways onto some appreciation :D

as a mclaren girlie seeing both drivers absolutely THRIVE as a team and as individuals makes me so so so happy, and the great Z once (many times) said, NEVAAAHHHH pit 2 sexy beautiful gorgeous baddies against each other 🙂‍↔️ both oscar and lando are good friends (if this is a PR friendship then i’d like to know who’s been asking them to sniff each other) and their fans need to get out of their asses and learn to appreciate 2 incredibly talented drivers. lando is js the sweetest most sunshine coded driver on the grid he is js a sweetheart with a little bit of sass!!! i have no idea why there’s been such an uptick in lando hate and srslly. defending lando on the internet is not enough i need a mini militia 😠 and oscar is The Polite Cat ™️ my sweet sweet super fast baby 🙂‍↕️ im js soooo proud of him:( 

AND WILLIAMS MY GOSH!!! they’re doing so well this year!!! and i have ALWAYS been a carlos girlie even before i was an f1 girlie so i am happy to see that carlos is giving himself the space to warm up to the car without getting frustrated (the video of him saying that it’s only been a couple races so he isn’t too disheartened is js smth i hold close to my heart) AND ALEX ALBON OR SHOULD I SAY GOATLEX GOATBON!!!! him bringing a midfield car to the front rows on so many of the races!!!!! not only is he an incredible driver he is an AMAZING human!!!! he’s soooo cute and soooo silly he is js the sweetest soul ever<3 albodium soon i swear i can feel it in my bones (i am also in love with his girlfriend) 

the ferrari horrors my persist but so does the hope on charles and lewis <3 they maybe going through it but at least they still manage to keep it together hehe charles is such a gentle dude and he is so patient and insane to have stuck with this team for so long, you have GOT to appreciate his loyalty 🥹 and lewis is genuinely the most incredible man Ever of all time… and not to mention what an amazing dog dad he is ☹️ (AND YES ARTHUR LECLERC APPRECIATION!!! what a soft boy…!!) 

redbull maybe a dumpster fire of a team but at the end of the day… they still are but ykw!!! we been knowing. max is js so pookie. yes he’s committed several crimes(/j) but he is still so cute ☹️ the whole incident with him and george in the last race cracks me up but i js think we should hold max accountable (3 points was too fucking harsh the 10s was enough) and stop blowing the whole thing out of proportion (there’s still ppl fighting abt it like jesus) AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON YUKI. there’s a reason yuki rhymes with pookie ehehe he is such a cute guy js a silly little dude… a goober even if you will 

AND VCARB ARE TRULY JS!!! LIVING LIFE RIGHT!!!! i miss isuki bad but isack and liam are such a stupid brain rot no thoughts behind those eyes duo i adore them too much 🥰 isack is js. he’s such a sweetheart… js the most cutieful baby ever. and it did take me sometime to warm up to liam but honestly all it took was seeing one video of him looking downbad for his gf 🙂‍↕️ liam is a cutie he js needs someone positive beside him !!!

AND HAAS. MY #2!!!! I LOVE HAASSSSSS!!!! i do not care if they have a stupid fucking shitbox car at LEAST they somewhat care abt their drivers a little bit more imo ☝️esteban rlly got divorced (rip pierresteban), changed his wardrobe (GOOD FUCKING BYE HAIR GEL), and decided he was done being violent. i respect him for that. i’ve talked abt this before but ugh este’s hair js seems so soft i NEED to touch it. and i am not allowed to talk abt ollie bc apparently i get ‘too enthusiastic’ and ‘sound insane’ and am ‘too in love’ but i will anyways bc i love him. and he’s honestly been doing decent like yeah the last few races have been difficult but he has been VERY consistent in climbing through the ranks between quali and race day and i hope the future holds better things for him <3 

alpine pisses me off but it’s soo annoying bc they arguably have the cutest car on track (except for the vcarb)… hate it when bad teams have good looks 💔 i adore franco’s silly nature and miss his banter with alex :( and i miss jack so bad i miss my surfer boy PLS 💔💔💔 and pierre is js. so hilarious. so genuine. his energy too unbothered his smile too bright his dog too cute THEY ARE GOING TO KILL HIM!!!!! 

AND THE SAUBERS LORD I LOVE THEM. the video of gabi playing with nico’s daughter is js permanently burned into my brain. i adore their dynamic to no end it is js so refreshing <3 the start was a bit rocky for them but the season seems to be turning in their favour so i keep praying for more hulkoints he deserves it <3 nico is such an inspiration bc i could never imagine being so long in the sport and never tasing a podium. his perseverance is such an admirable quality :( and GABI!!! gabi my champion i love love love him his energy is so infectious and his smile is sooo cute and i love that he might js snap and enter his villain arc anytime 😁 

and aston martin!!! i don’t consume a lot of their content but both of them are js MEGA sillies. alonso’s tiktok’s are js proof that this is his world and we are js living in it (not to mention him and my dad are like the exact same age… kill me now!!!) AND I AM A LANCE STROLL DEFENDER TILL I DIE. i used to be mostly neutral abt him but he deserves so much more. as someone who has an incredibly loving dad i get it. he deserves all the love ever he is js a shy soft boy!!!!! 

AND FINALLY MY MERCBABIES. MY OTHER #2 LMAO 😭 i love them so bad. i love their dynamic i love their banter i love everything abt them. 10/10 pls give me more content. george is an absolute DIVA and no one could ever make me hate him. he is literally one of my absolute favourites fr (he is also the most yurifyable driver on the grid this year btw i js had to throw that in there) AND FINALLY MY BABY. MY KIMI. i know it’s been a horrible horrible triple header but it’s honestly the fucking car. mercedes lock in pls. kimi is js too cute and silly and damn talented and i can’t wait to see him back on track this weekend!!!! 

also js a silly special appreciation for daniel ricciardo who will always be in my heart and whom i miss so deeply (having watched the 2024 season from the outside wounds me)… dani, the grid needs you’re energy again… if you can hear me… PLEASE 💔 

ik i went overboard but AS IF ITS MY FAULT FOR LOVING ALL OF THEM!!!!! MY SHAYLAS!!!!!!!! - 🩷

JOIN THE APPRECIATION CIRCLE. I love reading these, nothing better that positive and uplifting messages.

Why do Lando vs Oscar when you could do… Landoscar….. I love them both so much look at my idiots

AND YES YOU WERE THE ORIGINAL ALEX ALBON LOVER. I fucking love Alex so much, and I love Carlos. And honestly they’re both so beautiful. Last night I was rewatching the video where they react to their driver scores and I forgot just how TALL Alex is, especially compared to Carlos… 😭 And you’re right, Lily is soo… ❤️😍

Charles is. Now I have Leclerc brain. He’s just so sweet, I fear. He’s got such a genuine personality. Everytime he cries, I cry. Lewis too. I appreciate how much of a change he tries to make with his platform. It’s hilarious seeing homophobic and racist F1 fans obsess over Lewis Hamilton like. Do you know?? Who that is?? And what he stands for?? He literally wore a fucking pride helmet in QATAR of all places, be so fr. I love them and I’m happy Lewis is finally getting to race for Ferrari, I just hope they don’t continue to fail him

I stand with my cancelled wife. (joke) he definitely should be held accountable but it is upsetting to see how harsh the FIA is on him? It was kind of a crazy punishment. BUT ANYWAY. Max and Yuki really are a silly duo, I loved them during the miami lego parade where Yuki was like “drive like I’m your baby in the back” 😭 and you know, while we’re at it, the whole…… “hey big daddy” thing…. Yuki we did not forget

LIAM AND HIS GF OHHH KILL ME NOW. I actually was kicking my feet and giggling watching some of her videos the other day. That man is WHIPPED and I don’t blame him. I want that with Isack, when is it my turn. The VCARB boys are honestly off in their own world. Like, everyone is fighting and arguing and then we have Isack and Liam making silly TikToks and having fun and I’m SO here for it

Haas. I will always love you Haas. Seeing Esteban happy and glowing. wait.

this is him to me. He’s free from the horrors of the Alpine team and can finally be unbothered. moisturized. happy. focused. flourishing. Ollie too tbh. They’re both the sweetest boys ever, I never understood how someone could hate either of them. Those are my sweethearts

Alpine�� I miss you Jack Doohan. More and more everyday 😩 He was just too pretty for this world they had to get rid of him before he served too much cunt. And then they brought in Franco Colapinto who, arguably, serves even more cunt.

WHY AM I GETTING GIDDY WRITING THESE. I LOVE MY F1 DRIVERS SM

HULKOINTS HULKOINTS. I ACTUALLY GOT UP AND CHEERED. He’s so close to a podium, all I want is one, AT THE VERY LEAST, p3 for him. He’s such a determined guy and honestly Nico is probably one of the best drivers, he just happens to be in the worst car. Him dragging a sauber to p5… Honestly kind of attractive DON’T PLAY WITH ME RN.

Lance Stroll :) You’re so right, I also have the most loving dad so I just really relate. He deserves so many kisses. And Fernando omfg I love him he’s too real all the time. I need them both to score big points and prove everyone wrong

AND MERCEDES. Listen. Toto is the dad, Kimi is the child, and George is the fun wine aunt. I love my babies so much, I’m so proud of Kimi for living up to expectation and George for consistently getting podium after podium and staying near the top, even though it kinda seems like his team wants him dead (WDYM YOU FORGOT THERE WERE TWO PITSTOPS IN MONACO?!?!?!)

and DON’T TLAK TO ME ABOUT DR3. I LEGIT CRIED FOR HOURS AT AN EDIT OF HIM YESTERDAY. he’s so beloved, I wish he was there for the lego race he would have had so much fun. Daniel Ricciardo I mourn you like a wife waiting for her husband to return from war.

SO ANYWAY. YEAH. This is your daily reminder that the drivers are human too, and you can’t preach mental health while actively taking time out of your day to shit on someone who is just. DOING THEIR JOB. It’s genuinely never that serious. these guys are just trying to have fun 😭

[plaidpajamallama]

A short but cute chapter 4 of YRM! I loved it per usual! Laila is going to be a problem, and I’m here for it 😈 I’m happy that Jey ain’t getting involved in the bullshit…(right author??? 🫵🏾🫵🏾🫵🏾) Rhea tryna get in the phone and not guessing the password correctly then Jey turning over in the bed, I was like “mhm see the lord don’t like ugly, and don’t go looking for trouble miss girl!”, and she put that phone right on down, as she should! 😂 my poor baby and her trust issues 😭🥺 Raquel, Dakota, Nikki, and Dominik when I catch you! y’all will pay for your crimes🤬🤬🤬 and now she feeling guilty for even attempting to go through the phone 💔 also, Laila you raggedy heffa! Got the nerve to follow Rhea on IG and liking the posts as soon as they post 🤨😒😒😒 oh, she a fan, she a fan! You know what, I hope she be mad af whenever she go on her page and see Rhea fine ass! I just know she be seething in anger knowing that Jey ain’t thinking or worrying about her no more! 😁😁😁 *insert smiling dog gif* Lord that lady is psycho and I just know she bout to do some crazy shit! I’m curious about why she snuck out on Jey in the middle of the night though??? My first thought was she got a baby by him and ain’t want him to know, but I feel like she would proudly flaunt that baby off, so it can’t be that. Idk what it is but I know it was probably some bullshit! Once again, another great chapter even if it was short! I’m so ready for the next one! But I have a feeling that the next chapter is going to have me mad af and possibly lose my mind or leave me in tears 😅🥲 Keep up the great work! And those one shots have been eating as well! Can’t wait to read more of my requests and your own ideas you come up with as well! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️👏🏾

-🌹

Glad you like it!😁 don’t know why you keep pointing at me everything fine….anyway Yes everyone who hurt me baby will pay the price 😭 A raggedy heffa killed me 😂 (you ain’t wrong tho) Oh yeah Laila crazy but we’re see just how crazy soon enough 👀 I will say no it’s not a secret baby though that did cross my mind too 😆 don’t limit yourself you can be mad loss your mind and cry all at the same time I have

I promise I’m working on another one of your requests 🫣I’m not good at writing multiple things at once I gonna focus on one were get there tho ☺️

[hyuna-what-are-you-doing]

more unhinged shit my ballet teacher has said (only from today)

ah our violent princess is here.... did I say violent? I meant violet well actually violent works as well. anyway.... your here! (talking to me)

take a seat take several everyone down on the floor

ah my heart rate goes tak tak tak whenever I see something wrong. today it's going TAK TAK TAK TAK TAK 🫣

hummm jay yes that leg suggesting amputation might help 😃

background where are my back ground people MOVE😤

nO your late out of time just go home at this rate 🙂‍↔️

are you a fool your sure acting like one

leave circus life for you🙂‍↕️

I need me some wine.... actually no need stronger who has the good stuff I ask cause I know what you guys get up too hand it over 🤗

your foot should be banana why is it giving cucumber? FiX 🤯

it's giving salsa hips but I don't remember ordering salsa I want a refund 🥺

*points to a poor dude* is this how you dance when you go clubbing? I see why your single I suggest dance lessons....wait.....

🤌mama where did it go wrong?🤌

I wish I had the confidence to be that incorrect everyone give applause 🤨

no wrong watch me *does steps* it's pa cha ta che (idk what this means he likes his random sounds) your going ah ahh ahhh ahhhh AHHH

YES disco disco I forgot I walked into a club😵‍💫

ooo tension who broke up tell meeee🥺

can you two at least pretend to be in love I'm not asking for much

[sttoru]

KARINAAAA HIII ITS BEEN A WHILEEEE

haven’t open tumblr for a few months bcs i’m busy.. sighhhh college and also doing a part time job at the same time 🙂‍↔️

anyways, how are u doing? I saw you’re in a hiatus rn 🥹🥹 i thought you were abt to quit LMAO

also, not sure if ur still playing hsr but i got the new 5 star chara feixiao tehe (even though i lost my 50/50 before but still managed to get her) but didnt get the lc unfortunately 🥹

anyways i hope you’re doing okay 🫶🏻 stay safe and don’t forget to eat and stay hydrated <3

-♠️

AVENTURINE NONNIEEEE ITS UUUUUU 🕺🕺🕺 !!! I MISSED U LOOOOOTSSSSS — hope u’ve been doing well my love

please don’t forget to take care of urself even if ure busy w ur job and college <33 happy to hear from you again, thank u for this msg xx and yes, i haven’t been as active as before on here hahadnb unfortunately:’(

and yesyesss i play hsr still, congrats on getting feixiao!! she’s so goooood, even at her e0 🙂‍↕️ so jealous of u rn dusirjj i lost my 50:50

but thank u again for dropping by!! mwah mwah iloveuuuuuu

[lierrea]

Welcome you Unfortunate Folks!

If you’re reading this, you’ve unfortunately stumbled upon a blog about crazy (stupid) ideas, trying them out, and having a 75% Chance of blowing up in my face because of how outlandish they are!

If you’ve heard of Danny Gonzalez, this might be similar to his undercover videos! But instead of going undercover, I’d be going as “myself” , and unlike Danny, I am broke and constantly questioning if anything is worth it 👍 also I’m not Danny.

I feel like a sales women, please help me.

ANYWAY, I’ve decided that I’m going to (try to)be the BEST at a video game…. Don’t know which one yet… but I’m working on it!

The 0.1% chance that this will get more than 2 likes 💀

[ruinix]

your writing is genuinely amazing…like we are not worthy….

i humbly ask for a continuation of the bj blurb you did with Quinn where him and reader are 69ing 🧎‍♀️

Hello, anon. Lovely. Yes, of course, but it is I who is not worthy of you for reading my fic. I fear this moved up the queue because…just because. Anyway, for context, Part 1 is [ Payback ] aka BJ blurb. But if you squint…it can be a standalone (maybe? i think it is or I might be delusional). Please enjoy...

Fifteen

TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Handjob with spitting, Hair tugging, Overstimulation (both), Cum tasting, Oral sex (m receiving / Blowjob, then both / 69) 🙂‍↕️, slightest bit of Choking, a sprinkle of Dominance, Quinn literally losing it over you 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️

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You’re just staring. Quinn thinks it’s—his proposition—an easy sell, but you look so annoyed, glaring at him from between his thighs. You’re looking at him like he just wronged you. He’s confused.

“You don’t want me to have more?” You huff, crossing your arms, eyebrows meeting, glaring up at him with so much anger.

“My Love, I’m not saying that.” Quinn sighs, flinching when you don’t ease up on raining down hell on him.

"Quinn!" You stand up, mounting his lap, hands grabbing his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. You pout, peering at him with such wide pleading eyes—gone is the glare. You repeat, “You don’t want to give me more?”

“What are you saying?” Quinn groans. The pain is sending heat to his sensitive cock. His mind is hazy. He’s not sure why you’re pouting when he just told you he wants another position. “I didn’t say that.”

Because…why would he get in the way of what you want? When did he ever do that to you?

You want pancakes for morning? Sure, he’ll make you some while he makes his own plate of smoked salmon, eggs, and potatoes. You want coffee? He’ll brew you a cup. You want beer? Even if he doesn’t drink anymore, he always keep the cans of your favorite brand in the fridge. You want a cocktail or mocktail? He has recipes in his phone.

You always get what you want. He’ll make sure you have everything you want. Everything you need. He’ll give it with no hesitation. So why the fuck would you think he’ll not let you have your fill of him?

“Well, you basically said it.” You sniffle for effect which works immediately.

Quinn is sitting straighter, mind clearing up yet he’s still confused. What did he say again?

“I want to eat you out, then I’ll fuck you,” were his stumbling words. Well, that’s the problem, isn’t it? You fucked him too much with your mouth that he didn’t say all of what he wanted to say. No wonder you’re pissed and sad.

“Sorry, my Love.” Quinn brushes a hand over your glistening lower lip that was just around his cock. “I meant to say and to rephrase, I want to eat you out while I fuck your mouth.”

You whimper almost immediately. Your grip on him finally eases. He, kind of, likes the pain, but the release only send more heat to his cock. You nod, grinding your clothes pussy over his aching member, hands rubbing over his shoulders to further your point that you’re pleased. Quinn is too. This is the reaction he was thinking about. Not the glare. Just you, being so needy as him, while his own hands grip and trace circles on your thighs.

“You should turn off the TVs. You’re wasting energy,” you murmur against his lips, teasing him with kisses that you’ll make him work for.

You’re just there, but you’re not letting him kiss you. Quinn keeps trying to kiss, failing and failing because you decide to kiss the corners of his lips. You’re driving him insane.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, willing himself not to come again as you grind over his cock, he turns off TVs, groaning when your hand wraps around his cock. Just tell him if you want him dead. You’re killing him with every stroke. If he hasn’t yet seen stars from the earlier tryst, he is now.

“My Love,” he gasps—shamefully sounding like a whine. “I will come if you don’t stop.”

“It’s okay. I won’t waste it.” You nip at his ear. He can feel your tongue tracing along the shell of his fucking ear. “Just one more. Then we can go to the bedroom?”

“F-fuck,” he breathes, hips shallowly meeting your rhythm. “You’re copying me, aren’t you?”

He feels your grin against his ear. You finally let go of his ear to meet his gaze, mischievous glim in your eyes. Of course, you are. Of fucking course. No way this is unprovoked. This is you enacting revenge on him for how much he teased you before. Isn’t it? Fuck.

He’s so fucked.

Still, he doesn’t mind it, but you’re really killing him. Especially now, because you fucking spit on his dick. The way you immediately slick it down his cock, mixing it with his arousal—he is fucking dribbling pre-cum or maybe it’s already fucking cum. He’s not sure.

“You don’t like it?” You taunt, brushing ghost-like kisses on his parted lips.

Cruel. You’re so cruel.

“Please, my Love,” he pleads.

You’re making him feel so weak.

“I promise. Just one more.” You press a soothing kiss on his eyebrow like it would help him.

Your words are exactly what he whispers when he fucks you—with his tongue or fingers or thigh or cock. Oh, you’ve plotted this so hard, haven’t you? It’s working so much. Quinn doesn’t understand why it does. He’s so utterly confused why it’s so hard to contain himself when he can fuck your pussy and make you come around him so many times without coming instantly. So why is your hand undoing him so easily? A fucking mystery.

It honestly doesn’t even matter.

Fuck. It feels so good. Like a high without drugs or alcohol or caffeine. It’s just you.

“I need your cum, Quinn.” You finally capture his lip, tongue immediately moving against his.

He groans because. Fuck. His. Life. He can taste himself. His cum. God, he tastes so good on you.

“’m close,” Quinn mumbles.

He bites down on his lips because of how fast you part from him, a trail of saliva just breaking and hitting his chin. Curses string past his lips when you greedily licked over his dribbling slit. He’s fucking gone. He can’t stop coming into your mouth. Can’t stop his hands from grabbing your head, down his fucking length so he can spill down your throat. You said you won’t waste it. He trusts you. He does. But fuck, he needs to make sure. Needs it to reach nowhere else but inside you.

He whispers your name, pleading for you to stop sucking, but you keep sucking, flattening your tongue up his underside. His vision turns fucking spotty that he wraps his hands around your hair and forces you off his cock. Pop. The fucking pop of you releasing his cock from your suction. You succubus. Nymph. Minx. Oh, God. There’s no saving him.

“Stop, stop.” Quinn pants, sweat beading on his skin. “Give me a fucking minute.”

“You never gave me a minute last week.” You smirk up at him, scratching his thighs with your nails. “Did you?”

“No,” Quinn groans, letting go of your hair, trying to fix it but failing. “Sorry.”

Shrugging, you stand up, grabbing his hands to help him up. Quinn feels like he ran two marathons. His legs are almost jelly as he walks after you. He can’t stop looking at your ass especially when you push your shorts down, revealing nothing else. You got no panties? Fuck. He almost wobbles when his fucking cock just stands. You tut, pushing him down to sit on the bed.

His lips part, failing to produce words. His throat is fucking dry. Blush heats up his cheeks when you hand him a bottle of water, coaxing him to drink while you strip down to nothing. Quinn has never drunk water so fast. His hands tremble around the plastic, squeezing like it’s a squeeze bottle—it’s not. He made a mess which would normally drive him insane. Not today.

Not when you just sat on his lap, hands going up, from your inner thighs to the glistening flesh where it meets your pussy, to your waist, to your breasts. Like you’re presenting them to him. Evil. So fucking evil like a Demoness.

“You wanna fuck these first before—”

“No,” he cuts you off, his sight darkening, his blood simmering. He’s done playing your games. You can play some other time. “Sit on my face, my Love.”

Quinn grabs your throat when you try to speak. You whimper when he pressses down your arteries, controlling the blood flow to your brain, just how you like it. Your whole demeanor shifts from the teasing brat to helpless and needy whore. Just like that Quinn grabs your rein. So easy when you were so fucking playful.

“Sit on my face or I’ll have your head hanging over the edge to fuck your throat while I eat you out,” he threatens.

Your sharp breath and whine, your hand gripping around his wrist when he gives another firm squeeze, and your arousal dripping on thigh are all signs that you want both.

You’re so hungry today. Still can’t get your fill of him when he already gave you two full loads. Greedy.

“Which one first?” he asks, releasing you, making you whine and grab his hand to put around your throat again. He does, but he doesn’t put the pressure you thoroughly need.

“I want to sit on your face,” you grumble, annoyance leaking out of you.

“What’s gotten into you today?” Quinn asks, gripping your hip with his other hand. As much as he likes the mind-blowing orgasms, you’re not normally like this. Like you’re proving a point.

“I just wanna reciprocate…” You sigh, looking away then back again. “Plus, a bit of revenge. You made me lose it last week. I want to do it too. I chose today.”

He watches your tongue dart out to lick your lips, watches your eyelashes fan as you blink. Your hands rub over his chest like you’re stringing a spell. It’s working. Whatever shadowed his vision clears. All he can see is you. His heart pounds. Quicker. Much quicker than it already did.

You’re staring at him with those pitiful eyes. He can’t help but melt.

“You can do whatever you want,” Quinn groans. “I did go hard on you last week, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” you huff, biting your lip. “I loved it.”

Of course, you did. Quinn enjoyed it too. He always enjoys his time with you. Whatever you two do. Movies. Cooking. Cleaning. Kissing. Fucking. Sitting down on the couch without doing anything. He loves doing things with you.

“I enjoyed what you did to me,” Quinn pertains to the earlier moments. He instantly gets rewarded with a wide smile. Your smile that makes your eyes crinkle at the sides, eyes sparkling with so much joy. “You made me lose my shit.”

You laugh, so amused, so proud of yourself. You should be. You have that right. He loves you so much, so he kisses you. Less unhurried. Never less of love.

But when you scoot further down his thigh, pussy grinding over his cock, he’s once again a goner. It’s all fucking blink. Now he’s lying on his back, gripping your hips, pulling you down, tongue slowly lapping over your pulsing clit to your entrance. Fuck, tastes like a perfect pussy. A delectable pussy.

Oh, the way you scream, trying to get away when he’s only starting.

“Oh, baby,” he murmurs as your back arches, as you helplessly pant. “I thought you want more?”

Your answering sob drowns out his senses. This is what he needed. Everything feels so right, so fair. He savors your taste, sliding his tongue into your quivering pussy. You’re so wet. You haven’t come yet, have you? He got to fix that. That’s not fucking allowed. He needs to feel you come so hard around his tongue.

You whimper, grinding down, hands on his abdomen for leverage. Your words are nothing but gibberish, yet he understands it. You want more. More. And more. He’ll give you more. You don’t need to beg. Not now. Some other time, maybe. Before he can start plotting, Quinn swipes his finger over your clit and pussy pulsates.

You let out a breathy scream. You grind down while also trying to run from the pleasure. So Quinn hooks one arm over your thigh. You can’t escape him. Not when he’s the one feasting now. You can’t rob him after he came for you. He won’t let you.

You keep muttering his name, keep trying to get off, keep grinding on him. His pretty girl is so conflicted. That’s cute. You’re cute.

Your thighs are quivering. Your weight on him. Quinn loves that so much. He smells your arousal, your cum, your pussy. He smells everything. He would love to die between your thighs. Die with your taste on his tongue. The only thing that’s missing is your lips around his cock. Where the fuck are you?

You mutter his name in a whiny voice, cursing and sighing. You probably fail to remember why you two are in this position. You always do that, but it’s okay. Quinn’s here for that reason. He traces up his hand over your thighs, your hips, and your back. He put pressure on your arch of your spine.

Finally, he feels your breaths on his cock. Your clumsy kisses on his shaft made him thrust up. Damn. He doesn’t think any of you will survive this position. Both of you are losing it. Why are you two only doing this position now? God, your lips, your tongue, your mouth, your throat. All of them feel so good.

Your wanton moans send vibrations through his whole body, so he makes sure to do the same, humming into your pussy, tongue tracing every crevice in you, sucking and gulping your arousal. Your responding sounds bring him more pleasure. Physically around his cock. Emotionally because he’s the cause.

Fucking perfect.

Quinn replaces his tongue with two of his fingers—the ring and the middle—and his thumb traces and teases your clit. He licks up to your other hole. He can’t neglect any of you, can he? No. Never. He’ll die if he does. Too bad he can’t reach the lube in the drawers. Too bad your arousal or his spit isn't enough lubrication. Too fucking bad.

‘Next time’, he thinks.

Quinn gives it a few more kissed before he’s back to your pussy, because you’re whining for him to stop. If you don’t want his touch there, then he won’t. He knows you. You just don’t want it today. That’s perfectly fine. Whatever you want.

He slides his tongue besides his fingers, stretching you. He knows how much you can take. You can take more than this. Oh, you do. And you love it. It’s the way your pussy clenches around his tongue, his fingers. The perfect squeeze like you’re afraid that he'll leave. He will never. He will—

You kiss his fucking tip like you’re making out with him. Your hand rubbing down his fucking length. Harsher, harder, sucking and playing with him as he does with your pussy.

“Fuck,” Quinn mutters as you do.

“Quinn,” you breathe as you kiss along length. “Close.”

He knows. He fucking knows. He can feel the familiar tremors he felt just minutes ago. The tremors he thoroughly memorized every time his cock is seated inside you. To know you is such a gift he’ll never take for granted.

So, he lets you come again, lets your cum drip into his awaiting tongue, lets you ride your orgasm. He lets you even the playing field, because now, both of you are in the same tally.

Two for two.

A good ratio, but not for Quinn. He needs you to come more than him. He needs you to soak him and lose it because it’s too much. He needs you to writhe and beg for rest. He needs your head over the edge while he fucking uses your throat. He needs to hear you gag. He needs to see your tears on flush cheeks. He needs to see your pussy red and raw from just his tongue while you get overwhelmed.

He already lets you have your control, but you’re always on the losing side here. He has more stamina and more drive to use you. Oh, the ways he’ll use you for what you’ve done to this supposed lazy rest day.

You’ve done this.

You should be prepared for more. The way you whine so softly, you’re still clueless about what you’ve done. You thought he’d just let you get away.

Quinn is kind. He’ll let you have your fill of his cum. You want your stomach to be filled with, so he’ll give that to you. It will warm your stomach, but you would realize that your pussy is not. Not a single drop of cum inside.

He knows it will drive you fucking insane.

You will be begging to be filled while also begging to stop. You will be so conflicted.

That’s a perfect scenario.

Because Quinn will not listen.

You can have whatever you want, but he already decided…not tonight.

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