#lollipop x reader

[glitchcat808]

first time requesting on your blog!!!

can I request flower, lollipop, or ruby (Bfb) with reader that has a double life as a superhero and normal life as a singer but reader kinda forgets about a concert they had with (flower, lollipop, or ruby) and remembers when fighting crime in superhero form so they try to make it to the concert as fast as possible but the concert has already ended. and their co - singer just leave when they get in at the end out of anger but they forgive each other the next day

I almost forgot to add to make it a oneshot and angst to fluff

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pls and thank you!!

OHHH YOU INTO SOMETHIN' !!!!

Hmmm, i feel like ruby will just get worried at us and flower will just get annoyed. SO YOU KNOW WE GOING WITH THE GIRLBOSS YES WE DO!!!!/POS

ALSO, since the request doesnt say any romantic/platonic relationship with the characters, i decided its best if i make the reader and the girly into a romantic relationship (hope it doesnt bother you!!/pos)

ALSO² [O/N] means Object Name, since i didn't want to make names for the members of the band, and didn't have an idea what contestant should be who (don't hit me the fanfic juice was running out 😭/hj/nm)

TW: SCREAMING, CURSING, VIOLENCE

Two jobs can be hard

Another day of crime, and it was already exahusting. You were going with your day, passing around the city, waving at citicens that saw you pass by, and many, but many fans asking for photos or autographs, and also the common fights with the evil, you know the deal.

The only thing you could thing was the concert Lollipop was making for tomorrow, preparing your voice was getting in the way because of the whole "saving the city" job you have. You didn't really think much on how you got this job, maybe because of the determination it gave you to save the people you loved, and future people you will care about, but that was too cheesy to think about.

While you did enjoy saving lives and stuff, you also love to sing. That was also a passion you had as a kid, listening to your favorite singers and hearing how they hit those high notes was amazing! Let me say that again- is amazing! You love to see the people get excited to see you, and after a long night of beating thieves that always brings a smile to your face.

Another thing you love is your girlfriend, Lollipop. She is the one that got you into singing, well, motivated, Flower took the idea after watching you do covers on the internet. She is there for you after vocal sessions, for rehersals, for anything really. She is also the bassist, and fans have said that she touches the bass like a "sigma"...whatever that means. But there is other fans saying you and Lollipop make a good couple, some say the sound of your voice and the notes your girlfriend touches are a total match! How cool of a compliment!

While you planned a list on what to do before the concert, you heard a noise comming from a dark hallway. It scared you to the point you jumped a little, getting into a fight position, not before putting on your accesories that hide your identity. Being a hero to a famous city WHILE being a popular singer and people seeing those two people are only ONE?? Not today!

You slowly walked to the hallway, careful to not make a sound that will make the moment get ruined. "Be a puppy, be a puppy, be a puppy" You repeat on your mind. If it was another thief, you were going to explode.

As you slowly got close to the thing that scared you, you carefuly got the flashlight you hid into your clothes, and pointed the light to the figure as fast as you can. The creature made a sound of surprise, looking at you like a deer in the headlights. The object had a black plastic bag into their hands, sparkles and shine getting into your eyes, pleasure of the flashlight into your hands. Both of you staying silent for a minute, shocked, confused, until the thief started to get up and run in a split second.

"HEY, GET BACK HERE!" You yelled, chasing after them. Some of the money getting into the way, but you pick it up with your powers. Oh, did i forget to say you can hold things with magic? Cool, right?

While you runned to get them, a singular candy was running in circles into the back stage. Looking at her phone every five seconds, checking at the hour and new messages, nothing can be seen. "Where is she now? She should be here since five minites ago!" Lollipop groaned, looking at the mirrow, checking her makeup. "I'm sure she is on her way, give her some time" Flower said, giving her friend some green tea she prepared for her. Lollipop grabed the cup and started to drink the liquid, and left the utensil at the top of the drawer.

You launched at the object, getting them on the ground. With one hand, you holded them down and with the other you used your magic and grabbed the bag and made a knot with all the stolen materials inside. The thief moved, but you punched them in the face, as they groaned in pain. You started to hit them more until they eventually calmed down, and finally, you used both of your hands to appear a rope, and tied their hands down.

"This is why you don't steal, you thief!" You exclaimed, looking down at them. "Don't say it like that, your not my mom!" The thief told, looking at you with anger. "You should have thought about the consequences before stealing, you know?"

"Yeah, but you should have thought about wearing that outfit, you Metroman copy son of a bit-"

The officer car turned the engine, as the sirens got into the background, getting quieter as the car moved to the other side. You stayed there, looking at how justice was served. "I don't look like Metroman, you little..." You mumbled into your breath, fixing your clothes. You started to walk back to your apartment, stretching your arms. "Man, what a day!" You said to yourself, looking at the stars. After all that trouble, you couldn't help but try to remember something important, but what could that be?

Groceries? No you already did that yesterday. Wash your clothes? Nah, you can do that later. Feed the cat? Wait, Lollipop already did that. So what could that be?...

It had something to do with Lollipop tho, so what can that mean?

...

THE CONCERT!!

You rushed to the stadium, running as fast as your legs could take you. Trying not to get hit by any cars, checking to see if you were going to the right direction, until you got into the place. You pushed the doors open in a second, looking around to get into the backstage. You runned to the back of the building, as you opened the doors with a leg kick. "I'M HERE, I'M HERE!! SO WHAT DO WE-" You cut yourself off, looking at the band's dissapointed, angry looks.

"So this is the time you get here? WHERE EVERYONE LEFT?!" The drummer yelled, dissapointed. Everyone looked frustrated, betrayed by you. "HOW DO YOU THINK WE GOT EVERYTHING DONE WITHOUTH YOU, HUH? WE HAD TO MAKE [O/N] SING FOR YOU, WHICH THE FANS DIDN'T ENJOY OR LIKED" "Hey, but i sing good :'( !" "SHUT UP, DUMBASS!"

As a fight happened, you looked shocked. How bad of you to forget about such an important thing, you just had to go into that hallway did you? You tried to look at your girlfriend for comfort, but she mysteriously wasn't there. She must have been so sad you didn't go that she just left...

"THATS IT, I'M DONE" The member that started the fight screamed, grabbing their things at leaving with a slam on the door. The other members decided to do that as well, there wasn't anything much to do anyways. They grabbed their instruments and started to walk, until the last member grabbed your shoulder. "Please try to come back more early next time, and don't forget about it"

That left shivers down your spine, but they just left you there. The door closed, and you took a seat into the couch. The soft material hitting your tired body, as small tears got into your eyes. You started to see blurry, letting out small sobs. You didn't want anyone to see you like such a mess, so you just got up the furniture after a little while. You were just about to grab the handle of the door, until you heard a familiar voice.

"Well, well, look what we got here. You left me down you know that?" Lollipop, it was Lollipop. You tried your best to wipe your tears, your clothes getting wet for this action. "Don't try to hide it, i already know" She said, her voice starting to show more dissapointment. You slowly turned around to her direction, looking at the ground. She let out a sigh, and walked towards you. 'Oh no, what have i done? She is so mad at me! Dammit, i should have been more careful about the time! I'm such a was-'

Lollipop slapped you, right on the face. Your head turning around for a little, feeling your face burn. Both from embarrassment and the pain on your cheek. Your girlfriend looked at you mad, so, so mad. She turned around, about to leave, until she tellls you something that breaked your heart.

"You should be proud of yourself, dumbass..."

The door closed, as you slided down the wall, getting into your knees. You holded your hurted area of your face, and the humiliation made you cry, cry so hard that you were going to have a headache. You cried about many things, about how you missed the concert, how you made your band members aka your friends dissapointed, and because the slap hurt like hell.

Next day, 9:00AM

Yep, you were right, your head hurt like it never did before. You woke up with a hurtful headache, blocking your eyes from the sunlight on the window. You just had to get ready anyways, same rutine anyhow. You washed your face, cleaning the dried tears, made some breakfast and got dressed. The sound of the door making you stop what you were doing, pushing your sweater down. You walked to the door, opening it.

It was Lollipop, surprisingly. She had a box of donuts on her hands, with a bag on her arm. "Thank god you are awake, i was not going to wake you up" She said, annoyed. You looked confused, didn't she slapped you yesterday? What did she wanted from you?

"Listen, i know you are thinking what i'm doing here. And i just wanted to say that i apologize. I should have been more careful of my actions, and talked to you about it" She looked into your eyes, bringing the box of food into your chest. You grabbed it, and made some free space for your girlfriend to get into the room. She walked in, and closed the door. Lollipop put the bag into a table, and started to get the things out of it.

"I also wanted to bring you something to enjoy while i take care of that pretty face. What flavor do you want?" She said, holding two cups of boba tea. You let out a happy gasp, and grabbed one. You hold the remove from the TV, and put your favorite show on.

While you two cuddled, Lollipop took care of your face. Getting some ice on it, while kissing it better. She later told you she wanted to get you to the park, and you accept the request. You both walked around, looking at the sky, trees, and animals that passed by. At the end, it was peaceful, you and her looking at the clouds on the grass. Sometimes pointing out funny looking clouds, or butterflies that fly to close to your faces.

It was currently the afternoon, both of you heading over to the apartment. You had her hands on her own, a smile on your face. You got over the lobby, and stepped in the elevator. Your girlfriend pressed the button to the fourth floor, and the elevator doors closed. Some calm music reaching your ears, making you more relaxed than before. You looked at Lollipop, her looking at the walls. Your hands reached for her face, making her look at you. You reached over her cheeck and kissed her, as a thanks for the day. She smiled, and side hugged you. Her warm figure comforting half of your body, and you liked it. Eventually, you had to fight the bad again, but that could wait for some more hours.

YAYYYYY, GOT BACK INTO WRITING AGAIN :DD. Man, i really missed writing my own thoughts so much! If any of you see a change on my writing, its because i want to bring more fun into it. So i just tried to included more scenes into the fanfic, hope yall like it <3!!

[vanteguccir]

Thinking about oral fixation chris who would have a lollipop on his mouth while you suck him off and then shove that same lollipop on your mouth to go down on you. PLSSS WRITE THIS

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLOLLIPOP * CHRIS STURNIOLO * BLURB

SUMMARY　::　where Chris shoves the same lollipop he had on his mouth inside Y/N's while she sucks him off

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x reader

WARNINGS　::　SMUT (mdni)

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error

Chris lay back against the headboard of his shared bed with Y/N, a strawberry lollipop in his mouth, his gaze dark and intense as he watched Y/N between his legs.

Y/N’s eyes were locked onto his, filled with desire and anticipation. She licked her lips, feeling drool accumulating above her tongue with the vision, feeling a shiver run down her spine as Chris’s hand tangled in her hair, guiding her closer. The lollipop bobbed between his lips, and he smirked around it, his free hand caressing her cheek softly before gripping her hair more firmly.

"Look at you, so eager to please." He murmured around the candy, the words slightly muffled but clear enough to send a thrill through her. "You love this, yeah? Love m'cock?"

Y/N nodded quickly, her breathing ragged. She could feel the heat pooling in her core, her body aching for his touch. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock, tasting the salty essence of him. She flicked her tongue out, teasing the tip before taking him into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard.

Chris groaned, the sound deep and guttural, muffled by the lollipop he sucked on, his saliva mingling with the candy. His grip on her hair tightened, and he pushed her head down further, guiding her to take him deeper.

"That’s it, take it all." He growled around the lollipop, his voice husky with arousal. "So good, baby, so fucking good."

Y/N’s eyes watered as she struggled to accommodate his length, her throat constricting around him. She gagged slightly but pressed on, determined to please him. Her hands wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking in tandem with her movements.

She swirled her tongue around the head, flicking at the sensitive underside before taking him deeper again, saliva dripping down her chin and onto his thighs and balls.

The sight of her, so needy and messy, drove Chris wild. He kept the lollipop in his mouth, moaning and salivating around it, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"Messy little thing." He taunted, his voice low and dangerous, his tongue swirling around the candy. "Look at you, drooling all over me. My little cockslut."

Y/N moaned around him, the sound vibrating through him and making him groan louder. She could feel his cock twitch in her mouth, the taste of pre-cum coating her tongue.

She sucked harder, her head bobbing faster as she chased his release. Chris’s breathing became more erratic, his grip on her hair almost painful as he thrust into her mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat with every movement.

"Fuck, I’m close." He hissed around the lollipop, his eyes squeezing shut as he fought to hold on. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust, the lollipop scaping a little between his lips before he sucked it in again. "Look at me, petal."

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked up at him, her mouth still working feverishly. Chris’s gaze was dark, filled with an almost feral hunger.

Before he could cum, he pulled her off him roughly by her hair, his cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop. Before she could catch her breath or ask anything, he roughly shoved the lollipop into her mouth, the candy sticky with his saliva.

"Now, keep your mouth shut." He commanded, his voice rough and authoritative. "Don’t you dare make a sound, yeah? We don't want Nick or Matt to listen to your pathetic moans."

Y/N nodded quickly, a low moan escaping from her throat with his words, her lips closing around the lollipop, the taste of Chris and the sweet candy mingling on her tongue.

Chris’s hand cupped her chin, his thumb brushing over her swollen and wet lips.

"Good girl." He praised, his voice softer now but still laced with that dangerous edge. "So obedient, so perfect."

Y/N moaned softly around the lollipop, her body trembling with need. Chris smirked, his hand trailing down her body, fingers ghosting over her skin.

"So sensitive." He murmured, his touch light but electrifying. "So desperate for me."

He pushed her back onto the bed, his body covering hers as he pulled the lollipop off of her mouth roughly, ignoring the small clink it did when hitting the back of her teeth, kissing her deeply, tasting the sweet taste of sugar and strawberry that filled every corner of her lips and tongue, traveling around it.

He pulled back without a warning, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at her, his right eyebrow going up after seeing her chasing his lips involuntarily.

"Y'my little sweet treat, yeah?" He whispered, his voice a low growl as he shoved the lollipop back inside her mouth, making sure to hit the ball-shaped head to the back of her throat, smirking with the small choked sound that escaped her closed lips. "Now, let me fuck you right, babe."

© vanteguccir

[r0seb100d]

Take another drag, turn me to ashes

[sincerely-anascot]

xXminors dniXx

Hange *peeks into Levi’s office*: Hey, Shorty. Is your gorgeous girl around? Need her at the training grounds.

Levi *behind his desk*: I’m not her fucking keeper, am I?

Hange: Right… *they leave*

Levi *looks down between his thighs*: You better finish what you’re doing before you go—Hngh. Shit, your mouth feels incredible—

[stellarstars-stuff]

[Y/N] comforting Two from Gaty's disappearance!

"Wait, i have forgotten about the delivery! I'll be right back!"

"...Okay."

BONUS: (Earlier...)

(Bruha that line art of Two looks Official HEHEHHAHAHQH)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 7

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You sit at your desk, shaken as the sound of the mug shattering repeats in your head. You can smell the dark roast as you stare fuzzily at your monitor. You hadn’t even taken the coffee you brewed. You can see it in your mind, forgotten on the counter, lonely, going cold. 

You have no thirst for the maple shortbread roast. You rub your fingers together, the feeling of the shards, the incessant jitter that won’t leave you. You tried to play it cool but now you’re really scared. 

You open your Teams and type out a message to your manager. You’re spending half a sick day and going home. Her curt response betrays her agitation. She’s not impressed but you don’t care. Work isn’t as important as taking care of yourself. 

You shut down and pack up your bag. You slide your chair under your desk and keep your head down as you head for the stairs. You avoid the elevators to evade any notice. It feels like admitting defeat but you’re not sure there’s any victory to be had with that man. 

As you exit the building, the weight lifts from your chest and the slouch eases in your shoulders. Maybe you can ask to change desks. That would be a start. You can get a bigger thermos and bring lots of coffee so you never need to venture into the breakroom. This could work. 

Oh boy. You think you’re going to have to quit. You really don’t want to, you feel like you’ve barely begun. And he isn’t the only person there, it isn’t his company, so why should you have to run away? 

Dana can be… decent and there’s that woman with the vintage blouse you met in the breakroom. Somehow, you never managed to spill her coveted hot chocolates in your carelessness. It’s as if the universe put you on the path of this angry man, but why? 

Screw the universe. It can’t tell you how to live. You’ve never really worried about fitting into its machinations and you won’t start now. 

You don’t want to go home right away. You veer around and head down to the cafe a few blocks down. It’s a bit of a trek but you’ve heard good things. You go inside and wait your turn, ordering an iced fruity tea and a lemon scone. 

As you turn to go, you see that woman through the window. The one from the office in her thrifted clothes. You love her style. A braid red belt with brown tweed pants and a bell sleeved button up. She doesn’t see you wave as she turns away and carries on, earbuds tucked into her ears. 

You claim a table by the window and as you unwrap your scone, a man marches by, raising your hackles as you see the determination in his step. He heads in the same direction as that woman, intent and unbothered by his surroundings. You’ve seen him too, he works in one of the fancy offices. 

You pick at the scone and nibble on the corner before sliding it away again. You’re still addled by your breakroom run-in. You thought this would be a distraction. Or hoped it would. 

You leave, unsatisfied. Home it is. Alone, but safe. 

You take the bus halfway then walk a few blocks to your apartment. As you get inside, you’re restless. You do your best to settle in.  

Gaming doesn’t calm you down, even as you go around to say hello to your villagers. You shut that off and grab your half-done crochet project but the hippo is too much of a challenge to ease your nerves. So you get up and run yourself a hot bath. 

You undress with the door open. You bask in your newfound solace. It took you a while to get out of your parents’ place but now you’re on your own, you don’t have to worry. 

You slip into the water with a sigh. A playlist drones from your phone on the counter and you mix in scented epsom salts. You start to feel a bit bed as you recline and close your eyes. You stay like that until the water is lukewarm. 

You get out and pull on your fluff rope with the pink cheetah print. You feel renewed and ready to relax. Just don’t think about the inevitable. Tomorrow you’ll have to be back in office. 

You shuffle around you apartment lazily and turn on the television. You curl up in the corner of the couch as Sailor Moon transforms in the intro sequence. The music fills your small space. You’re comforted by the childhood favourite. 

You ease into the cushions and feel yourself starting to doze. You’d still be at work if you didn’t take the half-day. You shouldn’t be falling asleep already but you can’t resist the nap. 

You close your eyes and something scratches down ear canal. Some sort of friction. You don’t pay it much mind. There’s always noise from the hallway or the street. But it happens again and again, then you feel something. 

You sit up in fright and turn to the figure sat next to you. You’re so stunned, you can’t find your voice to scream. You take a deep breath and Curtis raises his index fingers. 

“If you scream, I’m going to have be bad,” he warns. “So let’s not do that.” 

“How’d you get in here?” 

He tilts his head as he watches the television. You peek over. You like this episode too—but that’s not the point! 

“Curtis--” 

He hushes you and sits back. “You don’t make it hard to follow you. You’re so oblivious, you have no clue what’s going on right in front of your face.” 

“I...” 

He shushes you again and looks at you. “You’re going to get real hurt one of these days.” He crosses his arms and puts his head straight again. “It’s up to you. Is today that day?” 

[zestys-stuff]

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[starrylevi]

You’re walking up to Levi, catching him as he hands a swirled lollipop to the last child on line. You see him take a pause for a short moment, staring at the lollipop with a small frown as if he’s remembering something. He briefly closes his eyes, lamenting in whatever memory is in his head before opening them and giving the excited child the treat. For anyone else, this doesn’t mean anything. But you know Levi, and he’s had moments like these before, when anything in his environment triggers a memory. He wears the same pained expression every time, and every time you feel your heart ache.

“Hey.” You say softly with a small smile as you approach him, gently placing your hand on his forearm.

He looks up at you, his eyes sad and childlike for a moment before he answers. “Hey.” He sighs.

You hate seeing him like this. “You know….they’re probably making fun of you right now.” You tease, trying to make him feel better.

You watch Levi’s eyebrows knit together out of confusion.

“Hange would never let you live this down.” You clarify for him, referring to the fact that he was giving out candy.

Levi immediately rolls his eyes but you see a ghost of a smile on his lips. It doesn’t last long. “Good ol four eyes…” You hear him say quietly, looking straight ahead as his features soften at the thought of them.

You move your hand from the loose grip on his arm to his shoulder before leaning down to mumble into his hair. “I miss them too.”

You feel Levi’s hand move over to where your hand is resting on his shoulder, his two fingers securing your hold on him. His touch is gentle but firm. He doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t have to. He lets out a small hum of approval, briefly closing his eyes at the feeling of comfort you bring him.

You can’t bring back his fallen comrades; you can’t replace them either. You know you can’t fill that hole. However, that doesn’t stop you from pouring love into it.

[kingkatsuki]

Just thinking about Ren Kaji lending you his hoodie when it’s cold outside. He’s quick to notice the way your shoulders tremble in the cool evening air as he pulls his headphones up from around his neck to slip them around yours for safe keeping. Pulling the grey hoodie up and over his head; hairs now flying in every direction from the static as your eyes catch the way his shirt rides up slightly from the movement.

You can feel the warmth of it consume you as he offers it to you, a subtle pink dusting his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears as he takes his headphones back. The chill almost comforts him as he keeps in step beside you as he walks you home from work— it’s far too dangerous for someone as pretty as you to be out this late alone, and you definitely should’ve brought a jacket. The early sun deceptively warm as it made way for the brisk evening chill.

The comforting scent of him envelopes you as you pull it over your head, slotting your arms through the fabric as your surrounded by the warmth of his body. Burying your nose in the collar as you move to bundle your cold fingers into the front pocket, when you feel it.

Bundles of empty, plastic lollipop wrappers sit inside the bulging pocket as you try to hide the smile on your face. Kaji could’ve dumped these on the floor each time he opened a new one, the town littered enough as it is. And yet, each time he reached for a new sucker, he made sure to keep the wrappers of the old ones until he could find somewhere to dispose of them properly.

He’s such a dork. You smile as your fingers feel through the pocket, until you find exactly what you’re looking for. Wrapping your fingers around the stick as you pull out his last lollipop, nimbly unwrapping it as you pop the strawberry sweet between your lips with a soft hum.

“That was my last one.” Kaji grumbles, as though he’d only offered you his hoodie— not its contents.

“You can have it back if you want, Kaji.” You grin, smaller fingers wrap around the stick to pull it from your lips as he notices the sheen of your spit against its glistening surface as you hold it out to him.

Now all he can notice is the same glossy sheen that glistens against your pouty lips, and he’s certain he doesn’t want the lollipop anymore.

He wants something sweeter.

[taiga-atetheluck-boom]

lollipop ~ stray kids drabble

members: hwang hyunjin

genre: fluff, romantic

warnings: kissing, food/sweets, pet names, holding hands

You and your boyfriend, Hyunjin, were walking hand in hand at a carnival. While chatting about whatever drama that came to mind, you saw a sweet stand and a giant pink lollipop caught your eye. “Jinnie, look!” You pointed to the treat. “That looks so good!” Hyunjin's eyes widened at the size of the lollipop. “Babe, are you sure you can finish that? I don't think even I could,” he stated nervously. It took a few seconds of convincing, but he did buy it for you. You excitedly took a lick, puckering slightly at how sweet the taste was. Your partner giggled at you, then kissed your forehead. “You're such a cutie,” he said, taking your hand again. You cheerily skipped with him on the way to the ferris wheel. As soon as you sat down, you handed Hyunjin the lollipop saying, “Here, I can't finish this, it's too sweet!”

work made by me, reblogs appreciated but please don't repost.

dividers and moodboard made by me, please don't use or claim as your own.

post date: 3/28/25

queue post date: 3/29/25

[r0seb100d]

Tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots

Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude

That's why I said, "Come take a ride with me"

When? Whenever, whenever you ready

[acapelladitty]

could i request m!reader teaching maximus how to pleasure himself or even teaching him to to pleasure lucy? a first time between them. it doesn’t have to be strictly soft and sweet either. perhaps some teasing, premature ejaculation on maximus’ part. thank you for your time 😊💚

lessons in lust

Pairing: Maximus/M!Reader

Summary: Sick of being so inexperienced around sex, Maximus asks for help and you offer to show him the ropes (pun intended).

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In the week since Maximus had strolled into the bathroom you were hiding out in to enjoy a little private time, you had found his eyes burning into the back of your skull on multiple occasions - his face holding back a question he was desperate to ask.

Eventually you had given in.

What?

His answer had surprised you as much as it excited you.

Can you show me how you did that?

And so you found yourself sharing a cot with him, both sitting on opposite ends as something electric and unknown hung in the air.

In nothing but off-white underwear and an even dingier vest, the cloth more grey than anything, Maximus' face was oddly intense - the same intensity it no doubt held when the Brotherhood had him sit through their many lessons - and it was oddly endearing.

"Relax, Max." Sweeping your hands in front of you in a calming gesture, you hold his eye as you gently cup your cock through the fabric of your underwear. "Now, just watch and I'll talk you through what to do."

Pulling yourself free without shame, the way that Maximus' eyes widen fractionally as he takes in your brazen arousal sends a voyeuristic thrill down your spine. Cock in hand, you trail your fingers along your shaft as you tease the skin. Heat creeps across your neck with every stroke and you inhale deeply as you tilt closer to Maximus' position so he can see you as freely as possible.

"Some guys like a strong grip and some like it to be a bit softer. What matters is the friction and how good it feels as your hand glides across the skin."

"Uh huh." Swallowing, Maximus shifts uncomfortably and your eyes flick to the tent in his underwear which he seems determined to hide. "And what about the-" He gestures lower with his fingers, indicating your balls as they hang within their sac.

"Oh, the balls. Well, uh, it feels nice to play with them as you jerk off but they can be sensitive if you get a bit too rough."

"Okay. So not too hard."

Adding that to his mental list, Maximus leaned in closer as he ran a hand across his forehead - the fingers coming away damp with sweat.

"What about women? How do they-" Maximum lets the question trail off, his gaze slightly clouded by some distant thought. He had someone in mind, obviously, but the question catches you off-guard regardless, not expecting him to ask such a thing.

"Women have their own nice spots," you explain patiently as your hand continues to stroke along your cock with a practised ease, "and there's one near the top of their sex parts that feels even better than this apparently."

News to Maximus, his attention split between your cock and your face, he nodded sagely as though understanding what you were saying.

"So, if I find it then I pull it like that? Like you're doing?"

"Oh hell, no. Don't do that." Thinking of the few women you'd been with, you wince on their behalf as you continue to stroke along your cock. "It's too small anyway so you're supposed to touch it more gently."

"Oh, okay."

"Yeah. All right, now I need you to pull yourself out for me." Feeling your balls tighten and your legs tense, you can sense your release approaching and you let go of your cock to stave it off for the moment and draw out the pleasure. "I can already see that you're feeling excited to show off."

Maximus does as told, a shy glance all he offers before his hands dip beneath the band of his underwear to release himself - his cock visibly straining and tenting against the fabric.

Pulling his cock free, the sight of him makes your own length twitch in hand. Different to your own, his cock is slightly larger in both length and girth and a stunning deep colour which looks both velvety and soft as it stands to attention. The tip of his cock is visibly wet, pre-cum leaking from his slit as the excitement of a free show and the pleasure to come has him ready to go.

Your own cock slick with pre-cum you match his movements as he strokes his hand along his cock, mutually masturbating while allowing him to set the pace.

Maximus pauses as his hand rolls over the engorged head of his cock, his spine stiffening as the sensitive nerves there overwhelm him for a moment. He seems to like it though as his lips form into a slight 'o' shape and he repeats the feat, his teeth coming into play as they bite at his bottom lip.

Having no concept of moderation, Maximus chases his pleasure with abandon - his hand moving quickly and messily across his length as he used the pre-cum as a makeshift lube for his hand. It's a show which makes your lose focus on yourself, your attention gripped by how easily he wears his pleasure on his handsome features.

Before too long, his sexual inexperience showing in how quickly he reaches his peak, Maximus' breathy grunts dissolve into a sharp moan and he comes all over himself; his release arcing in thin ropes across his hand and cock as he gazes down at himself with open interest. His brow is furrowed and you smile at how tense his features seem until the satisfaction of his release smooths him out.

"And it explodes every time?" Maximus asks shakily.

"Every time." Painfully hard now and aching for your own release, you continue to edge yourself as you answer his honest questions. "It's salty too. You can taste it, it won't do anything bad."

Experimentally, Maximus brings his fingers to his lips and tastes his own release with a heated expression, one laced with curiosity. It's a flavour which he reviews with a shrug.

"It's," he pauses, "different."

Suddenly struck by just how weird and intense and so fucking hot this whole scenario is, you match his dopey grin with one of your own as you roll your thumb across your cockhead and settle into your own arousal.

"Yeah. It's definitely different."

[cyberneticfrk]

characters who take their time when pleasuring you. they kiss every inch of your skin, from your forehead, to your feet. they leave small pecks over all of your body, muttering praises such as “so beautiful…” and “my perfect angel…” they remind you how perfect you are and don’t leave any part forgotten.

you’re their perfect angel, and they’re the luckiest person to have you

reiner (aot), miguel (marvel), karube, kuina, tatta, last boss, kyuma (aib), vi, caitlyn, ekko, jayce (arcane), ganondorf, link, urbosa, sidon, yona, tauro, rauru, sonia (loz), sanji (one piece) swan, mariska, lewis (lollipop chainsaw)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

It’s your first day at work. Your nerves have simmered over to a nice whirlwind. Even as you sit at your desk, going through the various training materials. You haven’t managed to calm down. Your heart is beating so fast.

Everyone’s been nice. You don’t know why you’re jittering. Like your mother says, you’re overthinking, and like your father says, you need to sit still. You grab the armrests and try to make yourself stop moving. It only makes you want to boil over.

You swivel back and forth and look at your coworkers. They’re all so busy like bees in a hive. They know exactly what they’re doing and you still feel lost as you sift through endless SOPs and corporate training videos.

You see a woman with purplish red curls with a mug, steam curling over the brim. Ah, that’s a good excuse for a break. You still need to figure out the office coffee machine. Daniella, your supervisor, briefly pointed it out during her tour. It’s one of those fancy industrial pod brewers.

You stand and nearly skip between the desks. Be cool. You slow your pace and hold your shoulders straight, your squared toed kitten heels clacking on the tile. You poke your head into the kitchen and find only one other employee inside.

The man’s shoulders are broad and straight as he stares silently at the coffee machine. It grinds and spurts out dark coffee. You come up next to him to peruse the spinning rack of pods, tapping your chin as you think. You peek over at him.

“Hi,” you smile, “any recommendations?”

His pale blue eyes meet yours for an instant before quickly flicking back to his cup. A plain black porcelain mug without any decoration or glitz. You already know which cup you want to bring in; the one that looks like a honey pot and has a small lid resembling a bear sticking his head out with a little honeycomb stitch between his ears.

You take one of the paper cups and a pod of the butterscotch twist. You stand back and wait your turn. He scowls as if mentally urging the cup to fill.

“I’m…” you introduce yourself, “I just started over in Research and Development.”

He doesn’t respond. He puts his hands behind him, clutching them tightly as his forearms tense. The tendons bulge out beneath his skin. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, a grey button up with black trousers. A bit grim but an aesthetic for sure. There’s several rings on his fingers as they curl around each other.

“It’s my first day,” you continue the one-sided conversation, “so… that���s why you never saw me before.”

He growls and grabs his cup as the machine dings. He doesn’t acknowledge you as he turns on his heel and marches out. You watch his back and shrug, blowing out between your lips. You get it, some people aren’t the social type.

You put your cup under the spout and tap the touchscreen. It takes you a lot of poking around to figure out how to brew the coffee. You step back and wait. Caffeine should definitely help your nerves… fuel them at least.

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Lunchtime comes and you grab your bento box and head down to the cafeteria. Daniella said you could eat your desk if you wished but you need a break from the screen. Besides, you notice that most people don’t.

You enter the cafeteria. There are tables here and there but they’re already crowded. You notice a few people from your department and head over to that table. Tammy moves her bag onto the seat before you can claim it. You frown and apologise as you back away.

Hmm.

You look around. You don’t know anyone. You don’t mind making new friends but it’s like high school all over again. Everyone has their clique and you’re just wandering in between.

Your gaze falls on the only table with more than one seat free. There’s a single person sitting at it, his head down as he runs his hand over his close cut hair. Hey, it’s… that guy. He didn’t give you his name.

You cross the room and near a chair, putting your hand on the back of it as you hover by the table.

“Hi, um, do you mind if I sit here?”

His eyes dart up and he says nothing. He shrugs and sits back, smoothing out the pages of the book in front of him. You sit, your bento box clanging loudly as you do. You give a sheepish smile as he clears his throat but doesn’t look at you.

You flip back the clasp and pop open the lid. He shifts in his chair as you take out your plastic cutlery from the little compartment. You try to be quiet but you can’t help but hit the fork off the side.

You look over at him. He has only his empty mug and a half-eaten protein bar. You look back at your colourful medley of food. Maybe he’s on a diet.

“Do you like hummus?” You ask.

He doesn’t look up. You bite your lip. You’re just being friendly but maybe he’s not hungry.

“Um, uh, you remember me?” You poke at your couscous, “from the kitchen? I didn’t get your name.”

He sighs and turns the page. You nod. Not much of a talker. You let your fork lean on the edge of the bento and grab the sides of your chair, scraping it closer. He snarls and finally looks at you.

You stop and show your teeth like a threatened animal. His jaw clenches and he refocus on his book. You stir the couscous and take a bite, swallowing as your curiosity piques.

“What are you read–”

“I’m not,” he grits and shuts the book without marking the page.

He stands and pockets the protein bar, swiping up his mug and book. You gape at him, stunned. You don’t know why he’s so upset. You’re just trying to be polite. He storms away and you frown at your food. Well, you’ve always got a friend in snacks!

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dallas bought a lesley gore vinyl just because girly!reader likes her n he’s really down bad

[grunge-princess-nymph]

🩷 This is something I wanted to make this to another friend, @dearest-painter . She's seems to be a big fan of yandere, and she's also a big fan of both Lewis Legend & Mariska. I recommend you go look at her blogs as they are just as great as my other friends. 🩷

🩷💉 On The Nurse's Bed

Pairing: Yandere Lewis Legend x Starling!Fem!Nurse!Reader

Genre: Romance

Warning: Possessive Behavior, Major Character death

Fandom: Lollipop Chainsaw Repop

Summary: Hiding won't help you out when you're being hunted down by a zombie who knows all the right places.

Note: This is inspired by one of posts created by @dearest-painter . Her last post had ended with a cliffhanger and I wanted write what happens next. I also believe you wear the nurse outfit from the game, only that I had added some more details to it.

"Damn it, babe! When I get my hands on you, I'll show you why you dont try hiding from me!"

Those are the only words you remember before everything went down. Now, you were hiding under a desk keeping yourself from being noticed by the strongest & last member of the dark purveyors.

Sadly enough, Juliet had sacrifice herself to save you and Nick which ended up with her getting killed in the process to which adds up to two lifeless bodies, your lover & now your sister.

You were able to put Nick's head in a more secure and safe place inside a closet so he won't killed too. As much as he wanted to protest wanting to avenge his dead girlfriend, you knew you're sister would've wanted him to be save much more as you.

Unfortunately, it won't be too long before Lewis finds you and does god's know what to you.

Though, he's not your only concern. You were worried about the rest of your family and friends as well. Knowing full well that those other purveyors, including Swan, are after their darlings as well. And they will not be taking no for a answer.

Those could be one of the main reasons why the whole zombie apocalypse is happening in San Romero once again. If anything, you were really hoping that the rest of your family are still alive as well.

You heard the footsteps getting closer to your hiding spot as you kept your mouth close not wanting to make a peep. Your heart beating rapidly as you felt every pase as you were holding your breath. Looking down, you can see his shadow creeping across the tile floor crossing your path.

Suddenly, the footsteps stop as the shadow came into a halt causing you to tense up, worried it might be the end for you.

It been few minutes before the sound of the footsteps came back, but in a opposite direction from you, taking the shadow with it. Before you knew it, they came into a further distant as the steps became quieter as you heard the door slide close and they disappeared.

Relief washed over you as the feeling of the coast being cleared came into mind as you crawl out from your hiding place. The next thing that came to thought was your presumably deceased sister's boyfriend, Nick, who still in the closet just outside in the hallway.

Without even checking the room, you ran to the door only to find it locked from the inside. And before you can think of anything else...

"Did you really think you can hide from me for so long?"

....You had nearly jumped when you heard a hand slammed on the right side of the door right close next to your ear. You immediately spun around and you're eyes were met with two dead tired eyes as you found yourself pinned to the hard surface.

Lewis smirk down at your pathetic attempts to puts some distance between you both as you started hitting his chest viciously. "Let go of me!" You exclaimed as you tried to fight him off with every might you have left.

He laughed. "Struggle all you want, I'm not letting you out of my sight again, babe!"

You immediately pulled out one of your arms swung at Lewis in attempt to slap him. However, he had caught it before the palm of your hand could make contact to his jaw and held them in strong grip. "Feisty little whore, I love that!"

Before you knew it, your back was off the door and onto the hospital bed with your feet still on the floor as Lewis held both your wrists above your head keeping you in place.

You had wanted to scream, curse, or just called him any offensive names you can think of. But before you could, you instantly became silent with something pressing against your lips....

His lips....

You frozed.

Your face was suddenly flustered as you blushed into a light shade of red and you immediately shut your eyes closed.

It was your first kiss. Your very first kiss. And the biggest part of it is, you never had kiss your lover, even when you had started dating. Which means, the zombie of rock n roll just stole it, single handily.

Just as you were about to give in to it, it ended.

And not long after, the buttons on the top of your white dress were suddenly being unbuttoned, barely revealing your bra that fits perfectly and tightly to your bare breast.

You knew what was about to happen, and you were unsure if you should fight him off or just let him be in charge and enjoy the pleasure.

With your eyes still close, you merely gasped as Lewis lips were now at your collarbone, only this time, you can also feeling the tip of his tongue.

"I got a feeling when I start biting, you're gonna be begging for more..."

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