#chewie writes

[cobelschewtoy]

Rewarding Loyalty

Harmony Cobel x Helena Eagan x Reader

Sapphic Severance Week 2025 - Day 2: Loyalty

Summary: The company deems you should be rewarded. All rewards of this nature are to be overseen by an Eagan and, as your mentor, Ms. Cobel will be the one to administer it.

Or, Ms. Cobel fucks you in front of Ms. Eagan.

Tags: dubious consent, power imbalance, mentor/mentee, fingering, voyeurism, praise kink, inexperienced reader

Words: 1.5k

Author's Note: By the company, I do mean Helena asjsjndnd. The idea hit me and then I wrote this in one sitting. Enjoy <3

Reader is wearing a skirt and panties.

ao3 | masterlist

You follow Ms. Cobel, your mentor at Lumon Industries, as she walks to Ms. Eagan’s office. All Ms. Cobel has told you so far is that you’re to be rewarded for your loyalty to the company, and that Ms. Eagan will be overseeing it.

Ms. Cobel knocks on Ms. Eagan’s door and you take a deep breath. You’ve never been summoned to her personal office before and it’s nerve-racking. You can’t even enjoy the beautiful view the floor-to-ceiling windows offer.

“Come in,” Ms. Eagan’s smooth voice says.

Ms. Cobel holds the door open for you, a new experience, and you nervously step inside. Ms. Eagan is sitting behind her desk, wearing a pleasant smile. One you’ve seen in countless photos. Strangely, there’s a table in front of her placed perpendicularly to her desk. Since it’s in the spot you would normally stand when talking in Ms. Cobel’s office, you awkwardly stop next to it.

Ms. Cobel closes the door behind you and stands of to the side. You shoot her a nervous glance but her expression has yet to change. It rarely does.

“I would like to personally congratulate you on your efforts yesterday,” Ms. Eagan says.

“It’s what anyone would have done, ma’am,” you say meekly.

“Unfortunately not,” she says.

 You aren’t sure how to respond and you send Ms. Cobel another glance. She now has her hands clasped together in front of her. You copy the stance.

“Loyalty is always rewarded at Lumon,” Ms. Eagan says continues. “Sit on the table.”

“The…table?” you ask hesitantly.

“We wouldn’t want Ms. Cobel to kneel on the hard floor, now would we?” Ms. Eagan says with that same pleasant smile.

You have no idea why Ms. Cobel would need to kneel on the floor but you shake your head and obediently move to sit on the table. Bizarrely, Ms. Cobel guides you to sit on the edge facing the window, leading you to have to turn your head to look at Ms. Eagan. Your legs hang in the air and you cross your legs. Half to keep some semblance of professionalism and half so you don’t accidentally flash Ms. Cobel.

“Look at me,” Ms. Cobel says and you do immediately.

She steps closer, her skirt brushing your knees. Your hands flex in your lap. She’s rarely this close, despite your own desires, and she isn’t holding anything. What could the reward possibly be?

One hand hooks under the knee of the leg you’ve crossed on top. She gently lifts it and uncrosses your legs. You let her. Ms. Cobel will sometimes move you around when you’re in the way and not quite getting the clue. Your excitement when it comes to observing can make you a little oblivious to anything else. You don’t think too much of it, even with Ms. Eagan watching, until her hand dips under the edge of your skirt.

“Ms. Cobel!” you half-gasp, half-protest as you grab onto her hand and stop her.

“Settle down.”

You gape at her. This is not you getting too excited about a result, and yet she’s giving you that exact expression.

“Place your hands on the table,” Ms. Eagan commands.

Your head snaps to look at her and embarrassment floods through you as you realise what she just saw. Then you process what she said. Your eyes flicker nervously between her and Ms. Cobel but you do as she says. You’d never disobey the next in line for Lumon, let alone Kier’s heir. Ms. Cobel places her hands on your knees and gently opens your legs again. 

You can’t say you’ve never thought about her touching you. There’s rarely a night where you don’t daydream, in the safety of your bed, of what your mentor would be like if she touched you. But Ms. Cobel is so professional you had never dreamed of it becoming a reality. And your boss touching you like this is meant to be wrong isn’t it? Yet the head of the company is in the room, watching as your boss touches you however she likes.

You hold your breath as one hand creeps under your skirt. It’s an effort not to close your legs again as she gets closer to your wet heat but you manage. You still startle when her fingers brush against your panties. You squeeze the desk tighter when she finds the wet spot forming on it. Her fingers circle the spot and you have to swallow a whimper. Her fingers are right above your entrance.

“You are free to express yourself,” Ms. Eagan says.

You twitch. Her smooth voice combined with Ms. Cobel’s fingers on you is almost too much. Your eyes flick to her for a moment but quickly skitter away when you see where she’s looking. It’s not at your face.

“This is a reward,” Ms. Cobel says. You meet her eyes and the slight approval there as you opening your legs wider. “Enjoy it.”

She makes it sound so simple that you nod. She pulls your panties aside and runs her fingers through your dripping folds. A shiver runs up your spine. She gathers your wetness for a moment before nudging at your entrance.

“You’ve done so well,” Ms. Cobel says.

Your breath catches in your throat. 

“Yes,” Ms. Eagan agrees, “You’re performance has been highly-rated.”

There’s a slight expression shift in Ms. Cobel’s face but you can’t quite read it. You also can’t bring yourself to look at Ms. Eagan with your mentor’s fingers almost inside of you. 

Ms. Cobel circles your entrance one last time before carefully pushing two fingers inside. You whine quietly when she doesn’t stop until she’s three knuckles deep.

“You’re taking your reward well,” Ms. Cobel says, lower this time. “You’re behaving perfectly.”

Another whine escapes you, this one sounding closer to a whimper, and you squirm slightly on her still fingers. They move and you gasp as they begin to slide out of you. You try to open your legs wider, a needy sound escaping you, when you think she’s going to pull out all the way. You moan when she pushes back inside instead. Her pace remains slow and steady. It’s a struggle not to grind down on her fingers, not to beg for more.

“Express yourself,” Ms. Cobel says firmly and her thumb finds your clit.

You press into her hand eagerly as your head tilts back with a moan. You stop trying to hold back. You’ve been given leave to enjoy the reward as you will, so you do. You moan as Ms. Cobel fucks you and whimper when she swipes firmly with her thumb over your clit and try to grind down on her fingers every time they’re completely inside of you. Ms. Eagan would have faded into the background if it weren’t for the sound of her breathing. It’s gotten unsteadier and louder with every noise you make. 

You turn your head and force your eyes open. Her eyes are stuck to where Ms. Cobel’s hand disappears under your skirt. One of her own hands has disappeared below the desk and you swear you can see her arm moving. You buck harder into Ms. Cobel’s hand.

“See what your good behaviour does?” Ms. Cobel asks, too quietly for Ms. Eagan to hear. You nod hurriedly, nails digging into the wood of the desk as you get close to your high. “Such a good thing.”

You cry out as you come, clinging to the desk desperately as Ms. Cobel guides you through it. A stifled moan comes from the direction of Ms. Eagan’s desk and you have to lean on Ms. Cobel for support as you shudder around her. 

You slowly relax into her as your high leaves you, forehead against her shoulder. The lingering tingles making your legs weak. You only straighten up when she pulls her fingers away. She pulls a handkerchief out of her pocket and you watch with slight mortification, and a hint of longing, as she wipes her hand clean. Ms. Eagan is entirely composed when you look over at her, both hands back in front of her on the desk.

You smooth out your skirt nervously. Your hands are slightly sore from how hard you were clinging to the desk. Ms. Cobel steps back and gestures for you to get down. You do, leaning on the table at first to make sure your weak legs won’t embarrass you.

“Do not speak of this reward outside of these walls,” Ms. Eagan says. “It does little to make the other workers jealous.”

“Jealousy is not a virtue Kier holds dear,” Ms. Cobel concurs.

You nod. It was doubtful that you would without the warning (how would you even begin?) but now you’ll be sure to mind your tongue.

“Thank you, Ms. Eagan,” you turn to your mentor but you can’t quite meet her eyes. “Thank you, Ms. Cobel.”

Ms. Cobel brushes the back of her fingers against your cheek, just for a moment.

“You’re very welcome.”

[lazerswordweilder]

Vader but after learning he has a son goes ‘the last time I chose Palpatine over my family it was the biggest mistake of my life’ so instead of fighting and chopping Luke’s arm off, they (Luke, Leia, Han, Chewie, and C3PO) show up and there’s an actual dinner and no bounty hunter or stormtroopers and Vader’s sitting in the chair and not looking at them, through the force Luke’s getting ‘mental breakdown’ vibes and they all collectively go ‘hmmm something’s wrong here’ and sit down while Vader just stares into a plate of food he cannot eat because the medical care he’s given was crap.

And eventually Han starts making jokes and it prompts the most awkward conversation/small talk in the history of ever, and after lapsing into more awkward silence Vader just blurts out ‘you’re in the rebellion.’ and Leia’s about to start the whole ‘denying even though he knows she knows he knows thing’ but she can look into peoples souls and decides the best answer here is yes.

And so as they wait to get jumped (since when did the empire need confirmation they were the bad guys?) or are contemplating weather there was poison in the food, Vader just goes ‘what if I wanted to join the rebellion?’ and he’s just not really doing good enough to be embarrassed or awkward about that, but everyone else is gawking at him.

And even the non-force sensitives can tell that this isn’t a bluff and Vader’s actually had something crazy enough happen that he’s genuinely considering defecting.

And by this point the Death Star has happened and Leia’s very confused and starting to verge on her own (probably smaller than Vader’s) breakdown, Luke is slowly filling with hope, Han is pondering when the hell kind of situation he got himself into- and then C3PO breaks the silence, with some nervous comment

And it makes everyone in the very tense room to break into laughter and get that ice broken and emotions temporarily decreased enough to put personal feelings aside, they decide this could be a HUGE asset for the rebellion if he’s not lying (and they don’t think it is)

And so cue what they assume is going to be the most awkward hyperspace trip ever but in reality Vader’s in the worst mental state he’s been since Mustafar and doesn’t even feel up to insulting this absolute hunk of junk that should not be flying and seriously why do they trust this ship-

(More info in the reblogs)

[phoenixkaptain]

Reading the novelization of A New Hope already changed how I saw Luke as a character but Splinter of the Mind’s Eye is going one step further and making me question the very fundamentals thought to be obvious about Luke.

Like, Luke is, for lack of a better term, a nerd. He studied languages and cultures -

“”Yes,” Luke admitted modestly. “I used to study a lot about certain worlds, back on my uncle’s farm on Tatooine. It was my only escape, and educational as well. This,” and he indicated the creature resting a massive long arm on his head and shaking him in a friendly fashion, “is a Yuzzem.””

-he wants to study more languages and cultures-

“Empty doorways beckoned to him and he was tempted, very tempted, to enter one of the ruined structures to find out if its interior was as well preserved as the outside.

This was not, he reminded himself firmly, the time for playful exploration. Their first concern was to find a way out, not to go poking around this ancient metropolis. However wonderful it was.”

Luke wants to know about people. He wants to know about cultures and creatures and he wants to be able to communicate and…

He really just. Is a great Jedi. He jumps between Leia and danger and he befriends the Yuzzem the prison guards thought would kill him and he wants to explore the creepy abandoned ruins of a civilization long past and he uses Anakin’s lightsaber underwater to cut the stem of a lilypad they use as a boat and he comments that the rock formations are almost too beautiful to cut down and he knows how to work Imperial explosives and

He’s a Jedi, man. He’s a Jedi. He’s been a Jedi this whole time, before any of us even knew what that actually meant.

[wh1ski]

His Perfect Doll

pairing : toji fushiguro / fem reader

rating + word count : explicit + 2.7K

tags : free use, daddy kink (?), one mention of breeding, slight choking, slight body worship, slight bimbofication (?), i suck at tagging.

got bored and was like hey, lets write. ask box is open for requests. enjoy <3

the relationship you had with toji wasn't that different than any other relationship. just like any woman, you cooked and cleaned for your man, you folded his laundry and even ironed them… there was the small, rather noticeable, fact that you just happened to do all of these things naked. toji didn’t buy you clothes. instead he bought you fishnet bodysuits, maid aprons and thongs, knee high stockings and mary janes. anything that left very little to the imagination, anything that could give him quick access to your body. you didn't mind this, you were living the life! anything you wanted, toji would buy you. all you had to do was present yourself to him whenever he felt like fucking.

sometimes it wasn’t fucking. it was toji tying you up on the couch and having a toy thrusting in you while he played his little game system next to you, letting whoever he was playing with hear you moaning loudly in the background. other times it could be toji coming home from work and just wanting to bury his dick in something warm. you on his lap, reverse cowgirl style, dick inside you while he scrolls through his phone and slaps your ass anytime you try to move. you were nothing but a living breathing sex doll and you preferred it no other way.

you were making cookies, something sweet for your sweetie, when he walked in the house. you didn't speak, just turned to smile at him and wait to see if he needed you to do anything for him. toji looked at you with a grin, placing his gun on the counter before taking off his shirt, scarred abs on full display. you could have melted at the sight of his body, your cunt starting to clamp down on nothing as you got further excited to see just what toji was in the mood for today.

there was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he walked towards you slowly. you wanted to squirm, walk towards him, anything to get your hands on him quicker. but you didn’t. you knew better than that. you were tojis perfect doll and you aimed to please him. once he got close to you, he pulled the apron you were wearing off. exposing you wearing nothing but black stockings, a thong and your favorite pair of heels. he only whispered two words to you, his lips so close to your face, your eyes staring deeply into his with yearning. “bedroom. now.” and you automatically turned around to begin walking in that direction, no thoughts in your head other than the ones about how you were ready to be a good human fleshlight for toji.

before you could even take a seat on the bed, toji was grabbing your tits from behind, making a small gasp come from you. involuntarily, your hips bucked forward and a moan slipped out as he rolled and pulled at your nipples. god, he always knew how to make you feel so nice. you could feel how hard he was, he wasn't even trying to hide the fact he was grinding against your ass. “i've been thinking about playing with you all day. been thinking ‘bout how good you look bouncing on my dick, how filthy the sounds you make are, how wet you get when i touch you.” a shudder ran down your spine, toji had such a way with making dirty things sound like romance.

he let go of your tits, pushing you down to lay across the bed. you could feel his finger slip under your thong, not bothering to even pull it off but settling for placing it off to the side. his hand felt so big as he gripped your ass, massaging it with a few slaps here and there that made you bite down on your lip to hold back any noises. toys don't make noises. you knew toji liked it when you sounded like a whining, sex driven, bimbo whose only purpose was to cum for him but you liked to have him earn those babbled sentences from you. it was the one little act of control he allowed you.

“god, i love the way your ass moves. im gunna fuck you until your body gives out, gunna have you nothing but a cum covered mess.” you could hear the smirk he wore, you could feel the thick hot dick that was rubbing against your ass, trails of precum being left in its path. “get on your knees and hold it open for me. let's see how wet you are, i bet you’re already leaking for me. such a good fucking girl.” and with a slap on your ass, you were on your knees, chest and face pressed against the mattress with your pussy on full display for him. your hands behind you doing exactly what he said to do. you groaned at the pressure, arching your back even more - desperate to be filled.

he hummed, inserting a finger inside of you. if you weren’t used to how ready your body always was for him, you would have a cringed at the wet sound it made, a few drops landing on the bed. toji always made you feel needy, your mind numb from arousal and thoughts only focusing on looking like a brainless cumslut for him. you wanted to please, you wanted to be good for him.

his finger curled inside of you, hitting the spot that made you let out a highpitched moan, your body slowly moving to fuck yourself on his finger. he laughed at the sight, pushing in two more fingers and starting to thrust and curl inside of you. you bit your lip, eyes rolling in the back of your hand as you started bouncing back on his fingers. “you’re fucking needy. they’re only my fingers, baby. ah, what can i expect from a fucking sex doll, huh? anything to get off right?” toji reached under you, pulling hard at your nipple.

god, your mind was fogged. desperate sounds of want coming out of your mouth, his name being repeated like a broken record. “yes daddy, more please. wanna feel you, wanna be full of your cum. please, pleas-“ he took his fingers out of you, slapping your ass before yanking you up by your hair and pulling you back to his chest. there was a smirk on his scarred lips as he shoved his fingers in your mouth, letting you taste yourself, you sucked on them desperately. staring up at him from under your eyelashes, you couldn’t help but feel so pleased you got to be fucked so good by him. nothing but a doll, nothing but the warmest hole for him to cum in.

toji grabbed your tit, leaning down to suck on the hardened nipple. his teeth grazing it as he teased a bite. your hand went down your stomach, trying to sneakily slip your fingers between yourself. he laughed at that, this time actually biting your nipple in warning. you moaned, hand leaving your stomach and going to grab at his hair. toji pulled back, taking his fingers out of your mouth and pushing you back down on the bed. “roll over. feet on the headboard.” and you listened, lifting your legs slowly over your head until they were touching the headboard, hands reaching down to spread your pussy open for him. he looked so fucking good, staring down at you with dark eyes, dick on full display - hard as he rubbed a hand over it before tapping it against your wetness, rubbing it over your clit over and over and ov-

“please fuck me. please make a mess of it, i want to cum on it while you’re inside. come on toji, stop teasing.” it was so evident he wanted to laugh but instead pulled back completely. leaving you whining and turning your hand over on the pillow. toji tilted his head, looking at you. “last i checked, toys don't talk. stop using your fucking mouth for talking. you’re prettier when you’re moaning and taking my dick.” were you feeling testy today? probably. toji hadn’t used you before he went to work like he usually did. it had been at least 30 hours since you had felt him inside of you. so you bit back, “please, please. just put it in.” you could see the change in his eyes as his hand shot up and wrapped around your throat.

“didn’t i say shut the fuck up?” he was so close to your face, hand so tight around your throat that your head was getting light. you felt scared, he liked it when you were scared. you gasped, trying to breathe as he leaned down to bite at your lip. he pushed back, letting you go as you gasped for air. was it bad that you were more wet now than ever? no, not at all. “you wanna be fucked so bad you’d disobey me?” his eyebrow was raised, a hand going up to run through his hair. was this a rhetorical question? did you have to say anything back?

you didn’t have too. because then he was ramming himself into you and then you were shouting at the force, tears coming into your eyes as he hit your cervix. “fuck,” his voice was breathy, deep, and from his chest as he continued to pound relentlessly into you. your eyes were glued to the bulge that appeared in your stomach with each thrust and his eyes were stuck staring at your face. “is this what you wanted?” he asked, leaning over you so that you were face to face. “wanted me to fuck you like the whore you are? look at you, you’re almost fucked out already.” his finger came up to wipe the drool that was on the corner of you mouth. you hadn’t even realized you were drooling, his dick just felt so fucking good. it was hitting every spot your fingers could never reach, your stomach felt full and your mouth seemed like it couldn't close as you stared at him stuck in pleasure as whine after whine came out of you.

he stared deep into your eyes, making the prettiest sentences out of the nastiest words as he thrusted into you: gonna make you eat the cum out of yourself, look at how your tits bounce when i fuck into you, fucking you so good you’re drooling on yourself. your lower stomach tightened, your legs starting to shake as you felt your orgasm begin to hit you. toji felt so good, so good, so good as he grinded down into you, his hand beginning to rub at your clit. “you gonna cum for me, baby? cum on daddys dick, come on come on.” he encouraged, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge and right when you got there, toji pulled completely back. he just pulled out of you and stopped massaging your clit but the noises you let out as your orgasm was ruined made it sound as if you were grieving. you felt yourself want to sob, hips twisting and head turning while toji laughed above you.

“you didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” you whined as he spoke, running your hands down your body as your hips grinded against nothing. toji grabbed your leg, turning you on your side and throwing your leg up over his shoulder. you looked up at him, his eyes were taking in every curve in your body, you poked out your ass a little, bringing your leg down and wiggled enough to be a tease. toji liked the shows you put on for him and you liked that you could make him turned on. he stroked his dick as he watched you grind down on nothing. “you’re such a fucking slut. you can’t even wait a few more seconds, fucking the air are we?” he slapped your ass, spreading you open so he could position himself while you impatiently pushed down towards him.

toji groaned as he eased slowly back in, grabbing the back of your knee and pushing your leg down on you as he started thrusting in you. for a second you thought you felt his dick pulsing inside of you and felt a warm sensation in your stomach again. the noises you were making must have been turning him on by the second, you sounded so helpless. so pathetic and needy, like if he stopped he was going to kill you. “you take it so well, such a good fucking hole for me. god, you look so filthy. whining and moaning, me fucking you senseless. you can't even make a sentence, beautiful. pathetic.” oh you loved him. you loved him, you never wanted this to stop - the pleasure, the pain, the way his nails digged into you.

you wanted to be as sultry and nasty for him as possible, grabbing your tits in your hands and beginning to suck on your nipple as you stared up at him. his hips stuttered, rhythm messing up and mouth going slack. “just like that baby, fuck.” his rhythm went back to normal, but his eyes were low and his grip was tight and he was rolling his hips and his words werent making sense and, “fuck you’re so tight, so fucking wet for daddy. my fucking hole, my bitch in heat,” your jaw went slack as he started massaging your clit, moans falling out your mouth as your massage at your tits, pinching and pulling at them as they bounced in your hands with each hard thrust. he was all but drilling into you, the headboard slamming against the wall - you kind of felt bad for your neighbors. its like his pace was getting more and more erratic, your stomach tightening and heating up once again. “i'm gonna cum, i'm gonna cum. daddy! please please, your dick feels so good. ah, im so wet for you fuck fuck fuck.” you were in such a state of pleasure, you fucking forgot you werent supposed to talk. toji didn't seem to mind, he was groaning and squeezing you hard enough to leave bruises.

the sounds of skin slapping skin, the headboard banging loudly, the squelching of each thrust and you all but screaming with pleasure was enough to send you overboard. your body tightening up as you squirted all over his stomach and screamed his name. toji kept massaging at your clit, helping you through your orgasm. “good job, baby. you left a mess all over daddy, fucking beautiful. i love when you cum for me, fuck.” your head was so light, the pleasure turning to overstimulation as he kept playing with you. you were sensitive, your mind telling you to stop but your body still grinding against his hand. you wanted it all, you wanted everything he could give you. desperate.

you knew he was close from how his moans got louder, how his thrusts became more and more forceful. “‘m gonna fill you full of my cum, breed you like the good little bitch you are. you feel so fucking good, such a desperate bitch. youre clamping down on me even after you came. you don’t want daddy to stop, huh? want me to fuck every little thought out of that head of yours?” and then you could feel the hot cum filling you up, you stayed still whining as toji fucked into you like you were just a fleshlight, just a toy for him to use - and you were. his and his only. toji leaned down slowly, kissing you with so much love, rubbing his hands over your sides. “you were such a good girl,” he said, pulling back to kiss over your neck, your shoulder, the top of your breast.

you knew toji loved you. he could have anyone and he wanted you. out there, you didn't know who he was but inside the apartment you shared he was a king. you would treat him as such. so when he pulled out and sat up right, saying clean me off. well, that's just what you did.

[samu-writes]

12 DAYS OF SMUTMAS

12 days, going up to Christmas, where I’ll post a smut one shot in the F1 RPF fandom :)

Here is the prompt list, where you’ll be able to find the links every day, and here’s the fluffmas masterlist

1st: [made for me]

degradation - carlando

3rd: [my love mine all mine]

choking/leaving marks - loscar

5th: [sweet dreams]

somnophilia - yukierre

7th: [if you were my little girl]

age play/daddy kink - chewis

9th: [you’re hot ‘n you’re cold]

temperature play - loscar

11th: [keep me warm]

cockwarming - lestappen

13th: [i hate you, i love you, i hate that i love you]

hate sex - carcar

15th: [first time in paradise]

first time - bearnelli

17th: [small, small, baby]

size difference - carcar

19th: [you can kiss my ass goodbye]

overstimulation/dom sub - lestappen; trans!charles

21st: [high in california]

drugged sex - bearnelli

23rd: [title in work]

semi public - carlando

[qiupachups]

miles.g / wiles

.｡.+*☆ headcannons 👾💭

contents: general hcs, mention of his father’s death, i call 42-miles ‘wiles’, me sorta bullying him

a/n: after a lot of procrastination and harassment gentle encouragement from @vhstown i’m finally posting my hcs. :3c (they’ve been sitting here since july)

Despite his tough guy exterior and criminal career, he's actually a massive nerd geek. Like: gundham, comics, posters all over his room.

Until you bring up those interests, he won't mention them. But once you start a conversation about them, he can tell you all the lore front to back or tell you where and when each collectible is from. Just listening to Wiles and nodding along will make his day.

Accepting help from others is not an option. Ever. He's an overly D.I.Y guy since his father's death and it's staying that way.

... unless you're very close to him. Wiles will begrudgingly accept your help and then be adamant on repaying you. No matter how trivial it was, he'll show his gratitude through service.

Wiles has great memory and knows all the lyrics to his favourite songs. Go through his playlist and pick something at random- he'll recite them flawlessly!

A good memory also helps with remembering those flashes of songs playing on your lock screen. Just a split second glance? He's adding it to his playlist, maybe listening to it as he works on his latest gear.

Would be a straight A student if he were there half the time. The only thing keeping his total grades down is attendance, where he’s often absent.

However, if he’s in a group project with you, Wiles will put more effort into it. Getting a ‘C’ or GPA point lower is fine if it means keeping Brooklyn safer. What’s not fine is him being the reason for your lower marks.

Unlike his counterpart from 1610, Wiles’ art is more realistic. He tries to capture the subjects’ essence quickly and minimally, so colours are an afterthought.

Accuracy was his pride in art until it came to you. He’d be so nervous in getting your smile right, scribbling failed attempts over and over again. Wiles even resorted to a pencil sketch.

Following the passing of Jefferson, Wiles has gotten much closer to Rio. That’s a no brainer; he was fourteen— a kid. And Jefferson never got to see his son in that overpriced Visions uniform.

Wiles makes an effort to speak more Spanish. He lets his mamí braid his hair even if it hurts like hell. Those stupid telenovelas aren’t that bad on the second watch.

Once upon a time, Wiles used to be a choir boy (keyword: used). He’d love singing hymns and doing nativities before he could read; all for his mamí and dad to see.

However, the christmas after Jefferson’s passing felt… empty. Wiles quickly lost his passion for choir and now just attends mass with Rio at most.

After years of experience being a choir boy, Wiles has the voice of an angel. Not that you’d know, of course— he intends to take that to the grave. But there’s also a deeper, darker secret… he can’t rap to save his life.

An extremely personal and harrowing Musically comment told him so. Following that attack, twelve year old Wiles abandoned his account with only a black profile picture left behind.

Like any other middle schooler, Wiles had a hype beast phase (he denies it). When Aaron got a Hype shirt for Wiles’ 12th birthday, words couldn’t describe how he almost knocked Aaron down with a hug.

The shirt’s first stain had Wiles distraught and furiously searching ‘remove paint on shirt hacks’ on Youtube. His heart would probably stop if he misplaced a gift from you.

Wiles isn’t the best cook, but he can definitely make himself a good meal. With Rio working night shifts and Uncle Aaron doing… jobs, he has to be self-sufficient.

A secret lil’ side project: he’s trying and failing to replicate Jefferson’s mac ‘n cheese. It wasn’t the best, but it was his. Something’s always off when Wiles makes it and he’s not quite sure what.

Sure, cooking isn’t that hard, but baking is like wizardry to Wiles. AP Chemistry and it’s endless calculations felt way easier than making pan de agua with his mamí.

But, mamí didn’t raise no quitter! On a particularly busy birthday, Wiles pulled together a modest little cake for Rio. She burst into tears seeing the shaky ‘!Feliz Cumple!’ written in too-sweet icing.

Calling Earth-42 a wreck is a massive understatement. Shit’s like Gotham, only very real and very deadly. Just breathing in that damn city air makes Wiles’ skin crawl.

Luckily, he’s got an outlet: boxing. A fun hobby he picked up from Uncle Aaron became his release. Wiles might never be in the ring, but Brooklyn’s more than enough.

a/n #2: what the fuck. this was supposed to be short and silly and fun. exsqueeze me how did this… erm. disjointed mess.

[bigrhet]

Frankly I think that if we get a DA after TV, and Illario ends up being the crow companion, that would be be a really good way for BioWare to worm their way out of the Crow sanitation hole they wrote themselves into. Lucanis talks good about the Crows? Yeah of course he was Grandma’s favorite, Gods little prince. He says his training was torture, and he has panic attacks, but frankly I can definitely see a ‘his training was actually softer, to the point where his empathy and care for others made it out unscathed’. Which is not the case for an assassin who probably went through the actual Crow training, like it seems Illario “Lesser” Dellamorte did. Or potentially even more rigorous Crow training, since Illario always seemed set up for failure.

Lucanis is more willing to risk failure for others as we see in the Wigmaker job, and Illario is the one concerned out this. Lucanis isn’t, probably because subconsciously, he knows the consequences for him failing would be minimal or null.

Just take it as a “if Lucanis had to kneel on gravel for hours, I had to kneel for days” type take on Illario. Just say Lucanis kind of got the softer stick, everyone we see did, honestly. I think it would be a notable if not acceptable re-retcon.

He definitely wouldn’t hold back telling the truth and shit talking grandma as even though he is technically ’crow nobility’, unlike the others (even Rook bc Viago is not hurting their ass let’s be real), he was never treated that way. Illario is so oddly at the bottom and top of the social ladder that if he’s written in as a returning Cullen-type character, they could prob go ‘yeah Lucanis was given the privilege of rose-tinted glasses kind of, and was able to make it out with his humanity intact because of his Grandma’s weakness toward him, Illario wasn’t given that minuscule affection so he didn’t’ and then go from there.

[haedia]

Oh god. I just had an Illario thought. And maybe I'm not the first to have this thought but I haven't seen it around yet.

So, the part that I have seen around: I think it's kind of fair to assume that one of Illario's parents was definitely not Caterina's favorite (and maybe even her least favorite child) which in part leads to her not valuing him. Which is, of course, an inversion of her favoritism for Lucanis being at least in part because she favored his mother.

But what if Illario's other parent was an elf? (or other non-human whose traits disappear when they have children with humans) Then the Dellamorte the Lesser has another awful layer to it. It's not just about him being the disparaged grandson of the (probably very much) not favored child. It's also him not being fully human. Possibly the only grandchild of the family who isn't.

It wouldn't even have to be anti-elven/racist sentiment that encouraged Caterina to look down on Illario. If that elven partner wasn't someone she approved of? It wouldn't matter if they were human or not -- Caterina doesn't really strike me as the kind of person who tolerates it when people defy her in any form. Unless they're Lucanis, of course. And, by extension, probably his mother too.

But say that he is half elven. Then you get stormy self-destructive thoughts of "If I were fully human, maybe she wouldn't have done this to me" and then later, him allying with the Venatori becomes darkly tragic and gives another layer to the self-loathing. Then it's not just about using them to gain power and assert his position as First Talon. No, it becomes about subjugating and stamping down a part of him he is certain is why he's been maligned his entire life.

From Caterina's perspective, assuming her dislike of her child's partner/spouse is from disapproval of the match itself and not racist in origin, Illario is lesser because her child disappointed her over and over again and she's incapable of seeing her grandson as his own person. She can only see him filtered through the lens of her dead, disappointing child.

From Illario's perspective, Caterina heaps praise and her own distant form of love on Lucanis well beyond whatever he receives. He's not as good as Lucanis is at least some things but he's not incapable. And he's better at certain things than Lucanis. He's still a master assassin who has lived to be in his mid-thirties (which is impressive given the profession!). And yet he'll never be good enough for his grandmother. He's no doubt picked at it for years: the differences, the whys.

Why he's not good enough. Why he can never measure up. Why he's treated so differently. Why is he different?

Everyone who's suffered as the scapegoat or otherwise unfavored child wonders at some point: was I born wrong?

And, if Illario's other parent isn't human, well...there's no way he wouldn't have wondered if that's why she treated him so differently.

How could he not?

[byronic-mess]

Shared dressing room

relationship: Charles/Lewis

rating: teen

additional warning: none

Charles wasn’t sure what to expect when he found out that he’d be sharing a dressing room with Lewis.

He wasn’t sure why Lewis had agreed to this, but he knew it was going to be torture for him. Charles had been successfully hiding that he was bisexual for years now, he didn’t need Lewis coming in with his tattoos and abs and ruining all of that hard work. He had been there when Lewis had taken his shirt off on the podium in 2018, and he’d nearly folded then and there. The only thing that kept him from chasing after Lewis like a starving animal was his fresh Ferrari contract and the fear that someone would catch him. How he was going to deal with seeing that sight every race weekend, he didn’t know.

Lewis treated it like it was normal for him to have to share, even though Charles knew from George that Mercedes had separate dressing rooms for its drivers, like Ferrari used to until this year, apparently. Charles had to force himself to look away when Lewis changed, standing there in his boxers, telling Charles about something unimportant. It was torture. Lewis was hot, there was no two ways about it. Charles had thought years of being teamed with Carlos would have gotten him used to having a hot teammate, but he wasn’t Lewis levels of hot. Charles hadn’t had a crush on Carlos, either. 

There was something about Lewis that drew him in, left him wanting more. He loved listening to him talk about Roscoe or about his music or fashion, and every new thing he learned about Lewis seemed to draw him in even further. He was completely gone on him, and now they were having to share a dressing room. It didn’t help that Lewis was touchy. He was so physically affectionate, Charles didn’t know what to do with it. It was more than just friendly shoulder pats and high fives. It was hugs. It was a hand on the small of his back. It was an arm wrapped tight around his waist. The touching only seemed to get worse once they were away from the prying eyes of the media. There, Lewis would cup the back of his head and grin at him, telling him how well he’d done in a race. There, Lewis would bring their foreheads together and promise that he’d get them next time. It was overwhelming and Charles never wanted it to stop.

Lewis held Charles close and Charles was losing his mind. He’d only seen Lewis be this touchy with Sebastian before, and they were a lot closer than he and Lewis were. It was getting harder and harder for Charles to ignore his desire for Lewis. He was dying to know what his lips would feel like pressed against his, what it would feel like to hold his waist and pull him close. One of these days, he was just going to go for it, consequences be damned. 

And that’s exactly what he did.

The two of them had just podiumed for the first time together, and Charles could feel his urges buzzing under his skin. He was surprised he managed to wait until they were back in their driver’s room before he was pulling Lewis into a kiss, swallowing the surprised noise he made against him. Lewis was still for all of tw seconds before pressing into the kiss, tangling a hand in Charles’ hair and tugging him closer.

“If you’re going to do that every time we podium together, I've gotta start working harder.”

Charles laughed, giddy, and leaned in for another kiss, tugging Lewis close like he’d imagined doing so many times. He didn’t think he’d ever say this, but thank god for that shared dressing room.

[itsblasttothepast]

I find strange that in most Chestappen fics where Checo is pregnant (whether is a Omega!Verse or not) the authors portray the whole process, how Max gets the news and becomes all territorial and the growing belly and all, but with Chewis there's no such thing.

If they have kids (and it's a big IF), they just appear out of nowhere, like an afterthought to end the story, but nothing in how he get the news and the process, and I think it's such a wasted potential for a sweet Chewis fic.

So, talking to @myfuckinglifep-blog, this is a crack snippet for what I wish someone would write someday (also, it's omega!verse, so if this isn't your cup of tea, then I recommend stop reading and moving on to your dash) (and it has BFF Max and Lestappen, BTW):

Charles: Max! Stop! Why are you punching Lewis?? Max: He got Checo pregnant! Carlos, Fernando and Charles: WHAT?? Lewis: WHAT?? I got him... WHAT? Max: You didn't know??.. oh... damn, Checo is going to kill me! Yuki: Idiot! I told you to wait! You deserve to die. Charles: What possessed you to come here and punch Lewis without talking to Checo first? Max: Checo was crying! I don't know what to do when an Omega cries! With Charles, I usually have sex with him! Charles: MAX! Max: But Checo didn't want to have sex with me, because he's pregnant with this asshole! Carlos: Why are you offering sex to crying Omegas, Max? Max: I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WHEN AN OMEGA CRIES! Lewis: I got him... what? Yuki: You all deserve to die, I'm going to run over all of you with my car the next race. You're warned. Pierre: Even me? Yuki: Especially you!

Wouldn't this be an amazing fic? No? All right, please someone write Chewis with Checo pregnant 🥹

In another take, many fics with dark!Max, where he's all twisted and obsessed with Checo, but no Chewis... I do think Lewis can have a dark side too! It would be super interesting.

Anyway, /end rant.

Picture relevant for the plot 🫢

[cobelschewtoy]

You’re Mine

Helena Eagan x Reader

Summary: Helly kisses what isn’t hers. Helena needs to remind you exactly who you belong to.

Tags: strap-on, hair pulling, rough sex, ficlet

Reader is wearing nondescript pants.

Words: 600

Authors note: Helena give me one chance I swear you won’t regret it.

ao3 | masterlist

Helena watches with cold eyes as Helly kisses your innie. Kisses you. The one good thing Helena has that Helly doesn’t.

It doesn’t matter that Helly made friends. That people care about her in a way they never have about Helena. Because Helena has you. You care about her. You see her and you love her and you’re hers. Helly putting her filthy hands on you is something she won’t tolerate.

Helena’s hands are clenched tight enough for her nails to dig into her skin as she stalks out of her office to find you. You’re at the kitchen table, reaching up for something in the cupboard. She doesn’t care what. She walks up behind you, tension in every line of her body, wraps her fingers around your waist and shoves your hips against the counter. You yelp in surprise, catching yourself so you’re already partially bent over for her.

“Helena?” you ask.

There’s only confusion in your voice. No fear or hate or annoyance. She grinds her hips against yours and feels the way you shiver. The stiff strap-on between her thighs was the right choice. Normally, you’re the one to worship her in the bedroom. This will be a rare treat for you.

She wants you to feel the ache as you make your oblivious way around the severed floor tomorrow.

“Did something happen?” you ask, always so concerned for her.

“Quiet,” she says and grips your hair. You submit instantly, letting her pull you into an arch as she devours you with her eyes. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you say. “Only you.”

Her free hand pulls down your pants while the one in your hair pushes until you’re lying flat. You’re wet enough that she can fill you with one thrust. She isn’t in the mood to give you time to adjust and relishes the way you gasp. She pulls out all the way to the tip before pushing back inside of you. You jolt and moan. Her free hand goes to your hip to keep you still as she fucks into you again.

Her pace is harsh and it isn’t long before she’s pulling you up by your hair again.

“Helena,” you whimper.

She allows a small, greedy sound to escape her.

“Say it again,” she says and tugs at your hair.

“Helena,” you moan.

“Who do you belong to?” she emphasises the question with a rougher thrust of her hips.

“You.”

Helena watches the way you gasp and moan and cling onto the counter. It makes her want to devour you whole but she remains firm in her control. She isn’t an animal.

Instead, she digs her fingers in and watches you slowly fall apart under her. When you start making those little high-pitched noises that mean you’re getting close, she snarls,

“You’re mine.”

“Yours, yours, yours,” you chant in time with her thrusts.

She feels the way you tense and break under her. She lets her nails dig in as she watches you writhe and moan for her. She memorises every twitch as you slowly come down. All this time and she still finds watching you fall apart fascinating.

She doesn’t move again until all that’s left of your orgasm is little shivers wracking your spine. She slowly drags her strap out, noting the way your breath hitches, before just as slowly pushing back in.

“Again?” you ask.

“I want you to feel this tomorrow.”

You nod, taking a deep breath. You slowly cross your wrists at the small of your back. She exhales sharply. Yes, this is exactly what she needs.

[qpp-townie]

I think part of what people struggle with when hearing a term like Queerplatonic Relationship is that it doesn’t fit into one of the boxes they already have set up for how the world works and so rather than make room for it, they try to shove it where it doesn’t belong or argue that it actually shouldn’t exist.

It is a term trying to convey information. It is not a trick or delusion or oversight on my part.

If I introduce you to someone and say ‘we are in a relationship’ most people (in the US at least) will default to thinking that means a romantic relationship which involved dating and now being a monogamous couple with sex, seeking marriage. Maybe not with that much detail, but that one word CAN carry a lot of implications that some would like to avoid from the start.

So i’d rather say ‘we are in a queer platonic relationship’ because that immediately tells you more information. It is a queer relationship and it is based on more platonic feelings (which doesn’t mean it is entirely platonic, but that’s an important part of it). It also tells you that these people have talked about their relationship and agree on this label, which should just NEVER be up for debate. If someone asks your opinion on a label that’s different, but same way you don’t get to decide who is queer or tell others what their feelings are, we are calling ourselves this for a reason.

But here’s the thing, saying that we are a QPR does not tell you the whole story! Same way saying you are dating, together with, married to, etc. someone, does not give you the full context of a relationship! Someone can say they are married, but later specify it is an asexual romantic relationship. Someone can say they dating and that can mean they are exclusive or seeking other partners. There are similar things qprs “typically” exhibit (but don’t have to), like closeness, living together, and no expectations of having to woo or romance the other person. But it is a broad term meant to encapsulate many types of relationships that fall outside the norm of building a nuclear family and amatonormative (romantic love is the most important kind of love) societal standards (which is not a universal standard for human relations, if there is a word in a different language/culture that fits better then that is of course okay!)

And I hope this can be a lesson about interacting with queer people/ people different from you in general, but rather than saying ‘that sounds like this thing/ that sounds fake/ I don’t want to call it that cause I’m used to this other thing/ i’m used to these boxes and just going to put you in one based on what you said’ just say:

‘cool! I’m not familiar with that, can you explain more?’ or even just ‘okay!’

[wh1ski]

His Hot Mess

pairing : human!sukuna / femreader

rating + word count : explicit + 2.8k

tags : public, you two are exs, guy gets beaten up, jealousy, mentions of training, hair pulling, in front of a mirror, slight degradation, angry sex, talks about forced sex but not actually forced, guys omg i need to get better at tagging.

i totally had to shorten this a bunch. ask box is open for requests. enjoy </3 !

to put it short, you were supposed to be done with him. he was an annoying fucking control freak who thought the world revolved around him. that’s just not life ! but, as you stared at the guy you had been making out with laying on the floor of the club bathroom covered in his own blood - your panties never seemed more wetter. you chose to ignore that last part though.

sukuna was standing over him, toothpick between his teeth as he looked down at him with a bored expression. it wasn’t the guys fault, you kind of felt sorry for him. you were just trying to fuck to forget. coming to your favorite club dressed in a very exposing dress, sitting at the bar until someone grew the balls to come talk to you. it's as if sukuna could sense whenever someone else touched you. five minutes into a heated makeout session and the poor guy was being snatched away and beaten into a pulp.

you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, choosing to cross your arms and glare at sukuna instead. “you dumb idiot, you can’t beat up every fucking guy i decide to fuck!” you yelled, turning around to fix your lipstick in the mirror - ready to go right back out and find someone else to dry hump. just who did your ex think he was?! honestly, it was getting out of hand at this point.

you two have been broken up for two entire months and for some reason everytime you got a man in your bed he would be in the hospital the next day. sometimes you would just be texting a guy and suddenly a message about how they were not worthy would get sent to you and then you would see his hand was broken the next day in public. you weren’t stupid, you know it was the giant idiot next to you doing all of this.

“were you really going to stoop so low and fuck someone like him?” sukuna said, twirling the toothpick with his tongue as he kicked at the guys head - who just groaned and curled further into a ball. “you really think someone like this deserves to touch you? have you no self respect?” you snapped, turning around to slap him in his face. he didn't even budge, instead a smirk spread across his face and god, he looked so good you wanted to kill him.

“leave me the fuck alone, sukuna. we are done, we are finished. you are nothing but a fucking dick to me.” you sneered, going to walk past him when he stopped you by wrapping his hand across your throat. you wanted to fight back but your body just seemed to want to listen to him and it made you even more mad. sukuna leaned down, licking a strip up your neck, “oh, im nothing but a dick to you now?” wrong word choice.

the pitiful fight you were attempting to put up was useless, sukuna was almost a foot taller than you, broader, nothing but muscle. that didn’t stop you though as you scratched at his neck, his face, his arms ( fuck his biceps were so nice ). sukuna just laughed, reaching a hand between your legs to pull down your underwear as you thrashed in his hold. “oh come on. you said it yourself: i'm nothing but a dick to you. dont you want to use me just a little bit?” his cocky attitude was pissing you off. you found yourself wishing sukuna had walked in when the other guy was already deep inside of you. anything to wipe that smirk off his very attractive annoying face.

“so this is what we’re doing? you’re going to beat the shit out of some guy and then force yourself on me?” you asked him, trying to hit him but finding both your wrists held in one of his hands. he shrugged, looking down at you and licking his lips. his split tongue did not help your attraction to him, making him look dangerous, monster-like even. “do you honestly think this is me forcing myself on you? i can show you force.” he whispered deeply, yanking you by your throat and slamming your lips against his. it was all spit, all teeth clashing against each other and a hint of iron as he bit your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

part of you wanted to submit to him but that part was denied as you tried your hardest to win dominance over him, win some sort of control. sukuna made you feel so small, so insignificant, easily replaceable - it's the main reason you two broke up. but your body was undeniably his and his alone. no man could ever make you feel the way he made you feel, cum the way he made you cum, thoughts numb, screaming loudly as he rocked into you harder because he knew it too. he knew he could have you in the palm of his hand within a few seconds.

and thats just what happened. your fighting turned to moaning, your struggling turned to pulling him closer and sukuna just smiled in the kiss, humming as he felt you finally cave into him. you hated that about him and loved it all the same. he pulled back, rubbing his thumb against your throat, “this doesn’t seem like im forcing myself on you. what happened? run out of steam for our little fight? i was kind of enjoying your pathetic attempt at resisting though, you could have done a lot better. are you not embarrassed right now?” before you could say anything in return ( something snarky and didnt make sense ), he was turning you around towards the mirror and pushing you down over the counter.

this was a very risky thing to do. this was a public bathroom, anyone could walk in at any moment… not to mention there was still a badly beaten guy a few inches away from the two of you. this would not look good at all. “um… is this really a good idea?” you asked, staring at his reflection in front of you. sukuna made a noise of disbelief, shrugging his shoulders, “just a few seconds ago you were whining into another mans mouth, ready to fuck on command. but since it's me, you have the audacity to question the situation. interesting.” there was a look of distaste on his face, his eyes darkening with jealousy, disgust, lust, anger. the look went straight to your groin, heating your lower stomach and making you rub your knees together. awe he was going to destroy you ! wait, no. oh no, he was going to destroy you.

you bit your lip staring back at yourself in anxiousness. your mouth was swollen, eyes big and bright, blood on your chin from the erratic kiss you two had shared. it was easy to make sukunas temper flare up… you decided since the two of you aren’t together anymore to do just that. make him angry. “well, i bet he would have been a better lay. i felt his dick press against me when we were kissing… huge.” you mouthed the last word, smirking as you waited for sukuna to react. there were a few moments of silence, where you hoped he wasn't going to walk off, and then he was clearing his throat, taking his trenchcoat off slowly all while avoiding eye contact as he hung it up on the hook. unbuckling his belt as he hummed a tune to himself, pulling it off and setting it on the counter next to you. your stomach was turning and twisting in anticipation, thoughts flooding your head as you awaited ( what you hoped ) would be a lovely little punishment for your words.

truth be told, even though you have slept with other men since the two of you ended things, none have made you cum. your fingers were never enough, the toys never satisfying and leaving you longing for the real thing even more. this was all a show, all a little show because now you two weren’t together and the possibilities were endless. “hmm.. what? cat got your tongue?” you asked him, tilting your head to the side with a fake pout. huge mistake.

he yanked your head back by your hair, making you wince at the pain. his hand moving to the front of your dress and ripping it open, your breasts popping out. he leaned over you, his expression neutral but you knew he was livid. you could see it in his eyes, something sinister and twisted deep in them. “you want to keep fucking talking to me that way, princess?” his voice was thickened with anger, deeper than usual and it made you let out a whine. but it wasn’t enough to stop you from talking back, “are you going to do nothing but talk or are you going to finally fuck me, prince?” bingo.

his eyes flared, turning you around to pick you up and place you on the counter, placing his hand on the ripped fabric and completely pulling you out of the ruined dress. oh yay no. “i can’t believe you would think it's okay to talk to me like that. im a fucking king and you are just a bitch i can replace whenever i fucking feel like it.”

“then why don't you go do that then!” silence. you knew why he didn't, you knew why he chose to stalk you from a distance. sukuna loved you, he just didn’t love you properly. the downfall of both you, an unavoidable experience. the lovesick girl and the emotionally unavailable boy, bound to be nothing more than a failed experience and live the rest of their lives with the scent of the other lingering off of them. he didn't say anything, just sucked his teeth, pushed you to the mirror and leaned his face right between your legs, pushing them up on the counter.

the first lick sent chills down your spine, the second had you let out a moan. by the fifth, your legs were wrapped around his head and you were a whining mess. he ate you out so good, his tongue perfect in every way. he didnt just eat you out, he was more like devouring you, tongue fucking you into oblivion, sucking and licking at your clit. no fingers were needed to get you off and he knew it, too cocky with this skill that sometimes had you wondering just where he learned that. you grinded on his face, hands in his hair as you all but shouted his name. maybe no one was coming into the bathroom because it was very obvious what was happening.

sukuna lifted his head to spit on your pussy, his nose, cheeks and chin completely wet. he looked filthy, he looked unhinged, you wanted to consume him. after a few more moments, he pulled back and wiped his face, smirking as he leaned to give you a kiss. your boy, your man, your beast. he picked you up, rubbing his dick against you. you hadn’t even noticed he had been stroking himself while he tasted you. “our breakup has made you start to talk too much. all my hard work went to waste, all the training. we’ll just have to start over, huh?” you wanted to say something back but then he was pushing his full length into you, shoving you down on him and there were no words left to be said.

“oh what's that? cat got your tongue?” he mocked and you could do nothing but stare at him dumbfounded. you missed this, you missed how full he made you feel, you missed the way he looked at you with so much admiration and need. as he started moving, you wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning loudly at the sounds your pussy was making for him.

“i could break you if i really fucking wanted to.” your head was bouncing as he pounded into you, his arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted you up and down on his shaft, breasts pressed between the two of you with how close he was holding you. trying ( and failing ) to utter out some sort of comeback left sukuna laughing, a smirk showing his pointed teeth. “want me to stop so you can talk?” he asked, stopping his thrusting and giving you a look of amusement as he waited. it was pathetic really, your mouth opened and closed like some sort of fish trying to think of something to say. when you couldnt, sukuna just sucked his teeth and went back to pounding into you. “that’s what i fucking thought.”

you wanted to reply with something snarky but couldn’t form anything other than please, dont stop, just like that, sukuna. melting for him, wet for him. you put your head in the crook of his neck, clawing at his shirt, nails scratching his skin through the fabric. “don’t wanna look at me now?” he snapped, pulling himself out and putting you back down, your knees weak as you held his arm for support. he turned you around, pushing you against the counter, nipples growing hard at the cold contact. “you’re gunna watch me fuck you and you’re gunna watch yourself love it.” he grabbed you by your hair, holding your head up so you had no choice but to stare at the reflection in front of you.

nasty it was. you looked fucked out, he looked feral. you naked with nothing but your heels on and him with his dick out on full display. he eased back into you, tightening his grip on his hair as he slowly pulled back out before snapping his hips forward quickly. “fuck,” he groaned, “i know you missed me, just say you did. can’t nobody fuck you like i can.” thrust. “listen to how wet you sound for me. such a needy girl. i can't believe i deprived my princess.” thrust. “say it. tell me who you belong to.”

and you did, shouting and moaning his name as your legs grew weaker with each snap of his hips. your stomach was growing tight, your legs shaking and daring to give out. he must have noticed because soon his hands were around your waist and lifting you up, arms under your knees and pussy on full display in front of the mirror. “don’t close your eyes. watch it.” he murmured in your ear as you stared with your mouth agap, watching as he fucked right into you.

everything felt so overstimulating. the music from the club, the lewd sounds sukuna was making come out of you, the view of your pussy sucking him in thrust after thrust. you threw your head back against him in pleasure, almost screaming as you felt yourself move closer to your climax. “gonna cum for me? you’re fucking gorgeous. my girl, my beautiful girl. you take my dick so fucking well. look at how pretty your pussy is with me filling it up.” you came so hard, your legs tensing up as you squirted, watching the fluid drip down his dick and onto the ground. “there you go. god, you came so much. you missed me, didn’t you?”

you did, you did, fuck you did. his grip tightened as he held you in place, fucking you like some monster in rut. he was talking to you but your head was so foggy all you could focus on was him inside you. he said something like: such a good fucking girl for me before you snapped back into reality and focused on what he was saying. “i missed your fucking pussy baby. mine, all mine, all fucking mine.” he groaned out, biting the side of your neck to leave his mark before cumming right in you. it was the lewdest thing to witness: your cum and his spilling out of you.

for a second the two of you just stood there. him whispering in your ear and forcing you watch as he slowly fucked into you, the cum seeping out and onto the floor. sukuna placed you on the floor, holding you around the waist so you didn’t fall. “next time we need a bed and about a yard of rope. i wonder if you can talk that much shit with your panties in your mouth.” what a dick. you loved hated him…

he grabbed his trenchcoat and placed it on your shoulders. going on and on about how he would be moving back in tomorrow, something that you never agreed to. but who were you to deny him? and if there was a long line of red-faced people when you walked out of the bathroom, that was okay too.

[wowe-ed]

Dime, ¿Cómo te mira?

× Chestappen (Checo Pérez/Max Verstappen) + Chewis (Checo Pérez/Lewis Hamilton)

× Rating: Explicit

× Pwp + Infidelity + Cuckolding

× Dead dove: do not eat (I'm being careful, but better be safe than sorry)

More under the cut:

× Cheating + Unhealthy relationships + Established relationship + Jealousy + Bottom Checo

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“Feeling,” he tries to speak, fails as a moan interrupts him, and tries again, “Feeling stressed?”

“That obvious?” Max answers back with a laugh, hands caressing his chest and back, roaming freely over the naked skin.

It’s something powerful, something Checo’s missed, something he didn’t know he needed today, particularly. He falls into the bed, arms unable to support his weight any longer, managing to turn his head just enough to keep breathing.

Most of all, it’s great, just how he likes it, and perhaps it’s the particular hit somewhere inside, or the way Max keeps touching everywhere rather than his hips like he tends to do, or Checo’s wandering mind after a long day, that makes him talk again against the mattress. “Yeah, just like that, Lewis —”

Max stops moving.

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saw someone else call jiseok a girl in the big fluffy hat and yeah i think i'm gonna have to gif it after all

[qiupachups]

hobie brown

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contents: general hcs, london based hobes bc i live there

a/n: my wife! the picture above is ‘stay close to me— omega sessions’ by bad brains (super cute song and so hobie)

When he’s not playing shows, antagonising fascists, or staging unpermitted political action slash performance art pieces— Hobie takes care of his garden. There’s just about anything growing on his canal boat that can survive London.

It’s fun just like him! He can repurpose whatever he finds into a planter, which includes old Henry Hoovers.

Most things we take for granted are ridiculously scarce in his world, like running hot water. Not wanting to waste this luxury, Hobie developed the skill of taking extremely fast showers.

Sometimes it feels like he steps in and comes straight out. It’s a little unnerving.

Once a month, Hobie does a super deep clean of his canal boat. He finds all sorts of inter-dimensional trash he’s collected over the weeks. After heaving it off the deck, you swear the boat groaned in relief.

Where does it all go? Miguel’s dimension, of course. The man didn’t have to guess the mystery fly-tipper when he saw the bags flickering through the colour spectrum. In Hobie’s defence, the waste disposal system is better in Earth-98.

If you hadn’t realised yet, Hobie is a methodical and thoughtful spidey. He plans for the best times to grow his produce and harvests them at the perfect time (not always since he’s usually… busy).

After freezing or preserving the amount he needs, he gives the rest to his community. So, expect some strawberry jam materialising at your doorstep.

For as longer as he remembers, Hobie could always cook. There was never a time he didn’t help feed his community or volunteer at F.E.A.S.T— even with his responsibilities post spider-bite.

In Hobie’s eyes, there’s nothing better than a good home-cooked meal. He can make something (amazing) from nothing so you can trust him even when it feels like there’s just dust left in the cupboard.

Multiple spideys can agree that Hobie’s singing isn’t the best. When Gwendy gave him a very forced smile, it only broke his heart a little. The face of Hobie’s idol basically admitting his singing sucks isn’t a big deal. Duh. He’s a big girl— he can handle that…

Thankfully, playing his MaryJane (guitar) more than makes up for it. If he’s not using it to torment police, he’ll make the best damn art that’s gonna stick in your head rent free.

With at least eleven piercings and counting, the dos and don’ts of them are like second nature to Hobie. That’s only eleven we can see— who knows how many more he has hidden? Without a doubt, there’ll be more to come.

Instead of getting blood poisoning from Claires or judged by a pretentious tattoo artist, go to Hobie. He’ll refuse payment but he wouldn’t turn down a drink.

Hobie isn’t called the Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man for nothing. His genuine (almost violent) care for his community has earned him the respect of basically everyone, despite their initial concerns.

“A dependable young man.” That’s how the elderly women tend to describe Hobie. They’re his biggest allies since he’d drop almost anything to help them cross a road or carry groceries.

Gwendy’s chucks aren’t the first and certainly won’t be the last thing he’ll steal. (You seriously think Hobie just happened to have shoes in her size and colour?)

He’ll definitely nick something of something of yours when you’re not looking. Once you realise, he’ll hold it high above your head and force you to jump for it. Why? Because he can.

Like every other British teen, Hobie’s dabbled in some underage drinking. It’s not illegal if you don’t get caught! When he’s drunk, he’ll be obnoxiously sweet and yell stuff like “You’re gorgeous, luv!” because he truly means it.

In addition to Hobie’s strange array of skills, being good at pub games is another. Beer pong, darts, etc… you name it: he’ll clear it. Hell, he might start organising them if he’s drunk enough.

In his personal humble opinion, roses are way too cliche for a romantic gift. It’s overdone, boring and stupidly difficult to obtain in his universe. So instead, Hobie rips off that patch you’ve been eyeing and gifts that to you.

As much as he’d like to, Hobie couldn’t rip off every patch for you. Instead, he makes a matching set and he’s cheesy enough to sew his one over his heart.

tag: @vhstown thanks for bean card xx