#my sibling is a fucking nerd

[toxicrevolver]

I’VE ACQUIRED A PICTURE OF THE STUPID TURTLE MY IDIOT SON LIVES WITH.

Thor (stupid turtles actual name) is not a huge fan of being found. Hence why him and the arm holding him are covered in fuzz. He was hiding and according to my sibling (the arm pictured) he did not want to be found.

Said sibling is over at @staticmonster999 and can vouch for what I’m about to say about this dummy.

So we acquired Thor in the most unusual way. We already had a box turtle (Tony) but she was in the bathtub having a soak when Thor showed up so irrelevant. The front door of our house was open bcs air flow while cleaning. And this stupid fucker just. Walked in. He fucking walked into our house. And wouldn’t leave. We tried. Several times. We lived next to a field and there was a tree line on one side so first we placed him out in the field and the second and third time we put him by the tree line. Nope. It didn’t stick. He walked back to our house and just waltzed on in as if he fucking lived there. We’re pretty sure he was an abounded pet (we lived next to a bougie neighborhood full of dickbags.) so we just gave up and kept him. We already had one box turtle so owning two wasn’t much different.

Now Thor currently terrorizes my idiot son, 2 doofus dogs, and anyone else who goes to the house he’s at bcs he free roams. His shell used to be a bit flatter so when he would get flipped on his back he’d just be stuck, and now that he’s domed out more he is capable of flipping himself back over but chooses not too. Because he’s lazy. So if he gets flipped upside down he just lays there until someone flips him right side up again. He likes worms. Like an unhealthy amount. Little dude will gorge himself on them so we have to limit his worm intake.

If you have stupid turtle questions ask away and I’ll try to answer or I’ll ask my sibling. I’ll also answer Sherbie questions bcs that’s my idiot son and we love him here.

Idiot son tax:

Honorary tags: @smushedmuffin @haahka (if y’all ever don’t wanna be tagged anymore let me know)

[fate-defiant]

These four wormed their way into my head last night and would not leave me until I spat something out so here's some assorted headcanons, a comic that I'm not sure I understand the punchline of myself and the youngest inn-bling(ba dum tss) in ten to fifteen years.

[soupandflowers]

Analyzing China in the recent Gangsta chapter (and what it means for next week)!

this chapter was all i could think about today (especially since i love china to oblivion) . i'll be using the translations provided by @withnofreetime ! thank uuuu 💖💖

☆ This chapter was one of the more interesting ones! First, I'm going to recap when Japan plays his card that forces everybody to receive a shock and force them to pay an "obligated fee"

When Canada sets off the shock button, everybody gets electrocuted. however, i've noticed something:

China is extremely uncomfortable. It looks like he had to cover his mouth in order to prevent himself from showing any signs of vulnerability. And it doesn't even make sense because he was only in second place of receiving the damage, meaning his shock was super light. In fact, he literally tries to lie and play it off here.

Literally Japan and Germany got higher shocks than him yet they only rather look mildly uncomfortable.

And of course, there is Japan playing out the second part of his card, where the total damage that everybody just took will be redistributed to a single opponent if they fail to fight back with a card that manages to fulfill their district's obligations.

This page is the real kicker here. of course who wouldn't fulfill their obligations? But like Japan said, there is a wolf among sheep.

And that wolf happens to be none other than.. China.

The main question is: Why China?

☆ Well of course there is to acknowledge Japan's history with China. They've both had a past with each other in real life and in canon. China practically raised Japan. Of course Japan would go after somebody he is most familiar with in the face of battle, because that knowledge will be his greatest strength.

As we know in the card game, there are two forms of costs: the economical one where the representive pays out of pocket in order to play a card and the stamina one where the representive pays out of their energy every time they receive a shock. So we can assume that Japan is not only knows of China's age, but he is also well aware of his lack of stamina as well. China's lack of stamina is his greatest weakness. But China's strength is his economical cost of 17,000. He has the ability to play really strong cards just like America! And that's why Japan's card is so dangerous here to him! Because his card states that the cost increases the higher up ranked a district is. Not to mention the sheer size of his district and him having the largest population may also play into this factor of maintenance for the district. If what Japan said about China is true, then no wonder why China is unwilling to pay maintenance for his district. The costs are going to be really high and it will give him a lot to manage. If he is going to play this on China, then China is literally left with only two choices:

A.) Go through with the card's demands and lose the strength of his economical power. If he goes through this one, he'll more than likely struggle with the rest of the battle. Or B.) Refuse to go through the card's demands to keep his economical strength and risk losing his stamina from the cumulative shock. If he goes through this one, he is more than likely to be put out of the battle in general (remember, he literally couldn't handle even a small shock!)

BUCKLE UP THIS SHIT IS ABOUT TO GET REAL

[panicatthecourtx]

*sobs into hands* creek Hijack au. I will never know peace

[maigetheplatypus57]

Maybe it's just where I live but watching Jaiden's video made me realize that I have such a skewed perception on how popular chiikawa is. Like what do you mean chiikawa isn't popular in the US it's literally everywhere in my life. I see people with chiikawa plushie keychains on their bags as often as I see other mainstream anime merch. Everytime I go home my sibling shows me yet another piece of merch that they either spent copious amounts of money on or their partner bought for them. I paused the video and started squinting at the screen to try to figure out if Jaiden was referring to the same pop up said sibling dragged their partner and me to for their birthday. I saw this sad little guy on the sidewalk on my way to work once and I'm 90% sure that the reason it was gone was not because the original owner found it but because someone else chiikawa-obsessed took pity on it and decided to "adopt" it:

[fictionallyinparadise]

Scout's voice brings me such serotonin it isn't funny. He says the most fuckin stupid shit and I go "hehe!!!" and kick my legs and smile like a dumbass 😭

[quirkychaoticraptor]

One thing my OC, Spider, will have in common with Hyuga: their need for sleeps after a big fight.

Spider, out of breath, bleeding, and bruised: Are we done, yet....?

Hyuga, equally as bloodied: I don't know. And I don't care. I'm tired, and I wanna smoke.

Spider: I'm tired, too, ya know! I wanna sleep....

Hyuga, with his sassy smirk and cracking his knuckles: I can help with that.

Spider: I think I'll stick to passing out at home.

Hyuga: You just don't trust me, kid.

Spider: Correct. You'll land me in a hospital.

Hyuga: *eye-roll*

[christakisbang]

everyone...watch love next door....

[magic-tape]

"oh ho ho, i like you, my balls are getting hard"

"Granite in your pants, as it were, yesss"

"Oh, I got two big balls of basalt"

"BASALT" BRENNAN SAYS

OUT OF ALL THINGS

for context, basalt is like those column thingies

those!! ^^^^^

[sotogalmo]

6:30

Tired of freenoodles fluff. (Makes them miserably comphet and species dysphoric because they want to be gay married together but the world is a fuck)

[skullsfiction]

PR nightmare | oscar piastri

paring: oscar piastri x singer!reader

summary: y/n is considered a pr nightmare. let’s watch her get into her first relationship.

notes: yet another repost from my old account, i tired to make it exactly the same, enjoy!

— y/n has posted new pictures!

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yoursername: my manger told me to tell you guys that the illuminati is NOT real and i was just joshing around !! 😂👍👍😂

view comments below!

user1: ugh this is SO BELIEVABLE

user2: | WAS WAITING FOR THIS POST

user3: yeah let's all ignore the "i wrote songs about an f1 driver!!!!"

user4: the pictures 😭

yourmomsuser: pic credits?

yoursername: you're like 60 why do you know what pic credits are ??

user5: the illuminati is totally real 🙄

mclaren: 👀

yourusername: NO THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING PLS LOOK AWAY

user6: no offense, but how did you stumble across F2 oscar???

yourusername: my brother is like a HUGE f1, 2, AND 3 nerd and he always forces me to watch races with him 😣

yourbrothersuser: you literally ask me to tell you when oscar's back on the screen???

yourusername: okay kill yourself????

yourbrothersuser: @/yourmomsuser

yourusername: GOD YOU ARE SUCH A SNITCH

ynupdates: y/n and her brother; jacob, were seen at the airport earlier today, she later posted the picture on the right, on her story, confirming that she is in fact traveling. y/n has no shows coming up, and she rarely travels with jacob. thoughts?

view comments below!

user7: guys guys..the monaco grand prix in literally in two days.

user8: SHES GOING TO THE GRAND PRIX. I KNOW IT.

user9: why's her brother kinda??

user10: you can't even see his face 😭😭?

user9: I CAN JUST TELL

user11: everyone saying she's going to the grand prix are like getting my hopes up??????

user12: WATCH HER GO SOMEWHERE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT 😭

user13: okay guys..but we never talked about what songs could be about oscar

user14: IVE DONE SO MUCH THINK ABOUT THIS!!!

user13: GIRL PLEASE TELL

user14: OKAY OKAY!! one that REALLY stands out to me is "my love mine all mine" because, we all know y/n has never had a boyfriend before, SO when she writes love songs, obviously people speculate that she's in a relationship

user14: WHEN SHE WAS ASKED ABOUT THE INSPIRATION FOR "my love mine all mine" she said "i sadly do not have a boyfriend yet. but there is someone i've had my eye on for some time." SHE COULD HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT OSCAR AND WE DIDNT EVEN NOTICE

user15: istg if y/n doesn't show up in the paddock tomorrow, i will throw a fit.

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yourusername: i could tell you where i am and what im doing, but its funny reading the theories

view comments below !

user15: are you going to a secret illuminati meeting user16: pls y/n pls just tell us

user17: this is cruel AND YOU KNOW IT

user18: pls lord, let y/n go to the monaco grand prix🙏🙏

user19: there's no way she ISNT going to the grand prix, i mean she's with her brother, and he's literally like the biggest f1 fan ever?? why else would they be traveling together

user20: maybe they're traveling together because they're siblings😭😭 ?? it doesn't have to connect to f1

yourbrothersuser: y/n pls put the phone down. i need a good nights rest for tomorrow.

user21: TOMORROW ???? IS ??? THE ???? GRAND ??? PRIX ??? ARE ???? YOU ??? GUYS ???? GOING ????

ynupdates: it seems like the rumors are true! y/n and jacob are currently at the grand prix!

view comments below!

user 22: 1 FUCKING KNEW IT

user23: everyone knew it...

user24: WHOO CAREEESSS oscar and y/n interaction WHEN ???

user25: ugh i NEED grid x y/n interactions RN

user26: y/n this, oscar that. WHAT I NEED IS TO SEE Y/NS BROTHER MEET MAX

user27: omg can you imagine how happy he is rn

— mclaren has posted new photos!

liked by yourusername, f1, yourbrother, landonorris, oscarpiastri and 837,938 others!

mclaren: monaco was a dream! thank you y/n for joining us view comments below!

view comments below!

user28: 1 SHOULVE BEEN THERE. I COULDVE METY/N. THAT SHOULDVE BEEN ME.

yourusername: thank you for having me🧡

user29: okay now make oscar and y/n kiss

yourbrothersuser: thank you for making my dream come true 🙏🙏

redbullracing: @/yourusername our garage next

yourusername: i think @/yourbrothersuser would enjoy that more then i ever could

redbullracing: he's always welcome to join 💙

yourbrothersuser: AHHHHHH OMG OMG

user30: okay now more grid x y/n content

user31: the way this became like a meet and greet for y/n was INSANE

user32: who would've thought there would be so many y/n fans at a F1 race??

user33: everyone's a y/n l/n fan.

— y/n has posted new photos!

liked by, mclaren, landonorris, oscarpiastri 763,928 others!

yourusername: do you think he'll try weed with me now that he's my boyfriend?

view comments below !

user34: EXCUSE ME BOYFRIEND???

user35: OMG Y/N GOT HER FIRST BOYFRIEND!! АННННН

user36: OSCAR AND Y/N??? HELL YEAH

user37: okay let's just pretend that doesn't say what it says 😭

yourmanger: y/n please change that caption.

yourusername: i don't know how ☹️

user38: WHO CARES ABOUT THE CAPTION!!! Y/N AND OSCAR SHIPPERS RISE

mclaren: in case that caption isn't a joke, y/n please refrain from getting our drivers high.

yourusername: YOU GUYS ARE NO FUNN

user39: i love how public y/n is. like she genuinely acts like she doesn't have millions of followers

oscarpiastri: love i already told you, we cant get high.

yourusername: YOU WOULD IF YOU LOVED ME.

maxverstappen1: i'll get high with you y/n 🙋‍♂️

redbullracing: no you will not.

[iceonneo]

spoil you ; p.js

jisung x fem! reader summary : the shy sporty nerd and you are alone together, how could you hold back? warnings : [ smut ] college au [all characters mentioned are adults] switch! jisung - sub majority , swear words, handjob, fingering, use of names, orgasm !! mdni ¡¡

"what the fuck." you gawked at the sight of park jisung walking around the hallways. his attention elsewhere, earphones plugged in his ears muting off the commotion.

"oh my god." you breathed under your breath.

"what is it?" your bestfriend shuts her locker right beside yours, shooting a judgey glance your way.

"jinni, is.." you groan. "is it just me or is this park jisung dude getting finer and finer by each passing day?"

jinni narrows her eyes before looking at you fully. "it's just you."

you shoot her an uninterested look as your eyes follow his figure turning around the hallway.

“maybe if you’re so interested in him,” your friend chuckes, “he’s got game with my brother tomorrow, you could come with me and I'll introduce you.”

your ears immediately perk up upon hearing the newfound information. “game? basketball? jisung’s on chenle’s team?”

you await for her response with curiosity bubbling inside you and when jinni nods, you squeal.

“i love you so much-AK!” your hands immediately encircle around jinni’s figure as the girl laughs against you.

“all giddy and happy over a literal nerd!”

“a hot one!” you chuckle into her shoulder.

an image of park jisung playing skillfully with an orange ball, darting across the court with his arms on display was a sight you definitely spent the night envisioning but witnessing the glamour in real time itself was something else.

the entire game your eyes were glued to his figure.

the you who was the least interested in basketball would’ve never believed the same you decided to spend your afternoon drooling over a nerd in your class dribbling around a ball.

the way his body glistened in sweat, making him shine. the crease on his brows, his long fingers bouncing the ball, his broad back dodging the other players away as he darted across the court, quickly passing the ball to his teammate with his dominant hand.

you sighed dreamily, face nestled into your palms with your elbow digging into your knees as you watched him with heart eyes. your sparkling gaze carrying half admiration and half... lust?

the bright ball squeaked loudly before bouncing back into jisung's grasp. his large hand gripping the ball with intensity as his feet reacted quickly. soon enough, as if the situation carried out in slow motion, you watched him jump into the air, the ball shooting off his hand and forwards. before you know it, it was in.

score!

the loud cheer jinni let out beside you knocked your elbow off as you got up along with her. a loud grin took over your features as you joined her silly act of hyping her brother up.

soon enough chenle strides by, him shaking a laughing jisung as he jumps in victory. jinni pulls you by the arm hastily as you both make your way down the steps.

once you both have made your way down, jinni abruptly lets go of you, embracing her brother sloppily. the action makes you yelp out slightly before a pair of arms catch you.

the same pair of arms you've been ogling at since two hours. you look up to see jisung looking down at you, his eyes slightly widened as you take your time shamelessly gaping at his features. a droplet of sweat falling off his drippy wet bangs onto your forehead as you closed your eyes in bliss as if this were a dream. jisung gulps down, obviously flustered. "hi there, [name]?" he squeaks out.

chenle's laugh beside brings you back to your senses as you glance around realizing you were just sprawled over jisung's arms like some tarantula as the siblings carried on their conversation. blinking your lashes at him you almost bump your nose with his before hurriedly getting up back to your feet. "oh! hi there, uh sorry about that."

"no! I mean that's fine, uh you're.. at the game?" he asks with a shy yet 'what the hell was that' look, fingers grazing the back of his head.

"yep!" you beam at him, "figured I'd keep jinni company today. didn't know you played too."

"oh!" jisung laughs timidly, "it wasn't until recently, chenle dragged me in somehow." he shrugs out.

making an action of covering your mouth, you say to jisung with narrowed eyes, "I think when it comes to basketball, chenle drags everyone in anyway."

jisung mimics your action, crouching down to your eye level with with a funny look mirroring you, "I think so too."

you both giggle before leaning back away from each other. you part your lips open to finally drop the question, "would y..."

would you like to go get dinner with me later?

your sentence evaporating into thin air as you watch jisung abruptly get pulled away by his teammate along with chenle towards their coach, where the rest of the team was celebrating.

your shoulders hung down before which jisung turns his head back smiling at you and mouthing 'sorry'. the grin on his face wiped away as he collides into his group of friends.

the sight making you snort loudly as you watch jisung scurry away in embarrassment scratching his head. oh he's such a loser. a loser you were already falling for.

"miss ma'am has a crush huh?"

"jinni!" you jumped as your friend appeared out of nowhere. "oh lord, you're still here?"

"not anymore!" she smiles wide before pushing a backpack and keys into your arms hurriedly.

"what's this?" you frown, ready to hand it back to her.

she moves away quickly, dodging you, "keep this in chenle's locker please please please, I've got a date, okay bye!"

as soon as you're processing her words you look up to see her already running towards the exit.

"no, no, jinni! not the locker room ew!"

"c'mon, you owe me one!" were the last words you heard before her figure disappeared from the door. you sigh before looking around to see student and teachers starting to move out.

boys locker room. gross.

twisting the knob you entered the space. the place slightly warmer than outside as you walked in. looking around all you could see were rows of red lockers lined up.

further walking into the space your eyes roamed until noticing the number you were looking for. 106. you insert the keys in as you twist them around. tutting with a frown you withdrew the keys upon hearing no click.

deciding to check one more time, you brought the keys closer to the keyhole.

before you could twist them around again a tap against the back of your shoulder made you jump. “what the actual- oh!”

and like the terrible luck you carried with you it had to be park jisung who spot you in the men’s locker room!

he was still in his jersey with a teal towel hanging off his shoulder. a surprised expression on his face as he raised his brows in question.

beyond bewildered you turned to fully face him as you let the rambling began.

“uh this isn’t what it looks like- I was just here to you see-“ you held the bag towards his face before continuing, “keep this in chenle’s locker but for some odd reason the keyhole won’t budge godda-“

jisung put a finger against your lips.

oh fucking hell.

he chuckled before continuing, “shh, anybody could come in anytime, unless you don’t mind being spot in the men’s locker room. and by the way, that’s my locker. chenle’s is beside.”

with a quiet ‘oh’ you were about to back up before your luck worsened as you heard a few noises emerge from the door. someone had entered.

a trail of curses left your mouth as you unknowingly clutched the boys shirt.

jisung spotting your grip, hastily press himself against you with an attempt to hide you.

and as if the commotion elsewhere had turned a blur to your vision your gaze darted towards the boy. you held your breath. the sweat decorating his body made him glow almost, his eyes wide and sparkling kept a watch beside in alarm, sweat dripping down his sharp adams apple as you took in his defined collarbones.

his toned body pressed against yours slowly driving you insane as things you shouldn’t be thinking floated around your mind.

he probably didn’t even notice you sticking closer to him, lessening the gap just to get more of him.

your eyes stuck at his lips. so close and so tempting. plump and sweet enough for you just to lean in and suck on them.

the thoughts running in your mind interrupted as jisung grabbed your forearm. in surprise you looked at him who only turned towards you gulping.

the last thing you process is his lips against your ears as he whispered a don’t freak out and grabbed you. next thing you know he’s pulling you to the opposite direction and all of a sudden the door shut pulling you into a compact room.

and that’s when you realise you’re in one of the the shower booths with literal park jisung.

park jisung who was leaning against the door slightly panting with his eyes closed breathing a sigh out. as soon as he reopened his eyes and looked at you the realization hit as the boy took a step towards you.

“im sorry” he whispered. “the crews out, we can’t leave for a while.”

“that’s alright," you sigh out. "thanks for the saving though.”

a subtle teasing smile replaced on his lips as he raised his brows, “so, what were you doing with my locker?” he leaned closer.

“hey! I said i thought that was chenle’s!”

“mhm.” the boys grin grew wider and so did your eyes.

“listen! I was just keeping his bag in like jinni had asked me too, guess I must’ve misremembered the number because I was thrashing the keys into yours, not like i knew that was yours, obviously! why would i even like ever open your locker in the first p-“

a loud thud on the door and a ramble of the knob.

“hey! this booth empty?”

shit.

jisung quickly fidgeted the water knob, turning it on as mildly warm water showered down immediately from the showers.

“yeah dude this one’s occupied!”

“aight, my bad.” the footsteps turned away as jisung hastily made an poor attempt of covering himself from the water.

he turned back hissing only for more water to spray over him. his clothes started getting wet within no time. realizing he had no spare he started with pulling his shirt over his head.

realization hit quickly enough as he turned towards you who was cornered away from the water with concerningly wide eyes. words barely forming in his throat as he got out, “oh my god! oh my god oh my god I’m so sorry, I should’ve taken you to notice it’s just that I didn’t have a spare so I, I just-“

as if you had decided to throw away all you shame dignity and presence of mind today , your fingers found the hem of your top. “what are you…” his eyes widened more than they already were.

and before he knew it, there you stood in lacey bra tossing your removed shirt over to him. “don’t have a spare too, keep this dry with yours.”

“o-oh um yeah I-I’ll do that I g-guess uhm” his pupils shaked as you sucked a breath in finally taking up him shirtless. his body were literally perfection. the abs subtle yet hard. his body lean but muscular and toned. shoulders wide and frame long as hell.

if it weren’t for the water for sure you would’ve been caught drooling over him.

soon your fingers graze the waistband of your skirt, lingering them around until the boy turns. and soon enough those drop down too. you throw them over him as he barely catches it, distracted from the view in front.

“keep that dry too.”

“uhm! your u-uh un… under garments might just get wet any way so there’s like not really a point I think I don’t know it’s up to you not like im asking you to get soaked you know season change and bad cold spreading around the campus like crazy nowadays all that but I’m just saying they’d get wet nevertheless-“

“I think I’m already wet.” you took a step towards him.

yeah, you’ve lost your darn mind.

jisung’s eyes widen and you could almost giggle the way he’s trying to keep his eyes off your body. “o-OH!, wait I think I brought the towel with me, you could cover yourself with that, it must be somewh-“

“no jisung,” you step even close, so close that jisung’s breath gets hung up in his throat as he barely manages to poorly squeak out a confused yelp like a mouse caught in a trap.

“I’m wet.”

and like a light bulb lighting up in his head his frown dissolves with realization and you soon feel his hand hovering over your hips with uncertainty. “you're uhm like... wet there?”

where else jisung... bingo!

you hum lightly, reaching up to his shorts and hooking up your fingers around them. “so wet.” your other hand over his as you make him grip your waist. don't hesitate.

as if his demeanors slightly changed jisung’s movements tense up as he looks as you with gaze swirling slowly with need. “f-for me?”

“well obviously!" you bite back, losing your demeanor as jisung shifts, a small giggle taking place on his lips, "o-oh".

"for you, since so long. I’ve been thinking about you since forever. i want you now please.” and your arm sneaks in his boxers. palming his growing bulge as you try now to waver by his astonishing length.

“do you want this too?” you whisper into his ears, whipping out his dick.

jisung almost melts into puddle under your touch. his surprised gasp evident when you stroke him slowly. “p-please oh fuck... ah!”

you almost gawk over him. his cock long and hard. veins adorning around and tip already wet by the precum surfacing. running a thumb over his leaky tip you feel jisung shake slightly, his lower half digging into your palm beyond desperate.

feeling yourself already damp your underwear, you begin to fasten your movements yet keeping a slow pace, enough to have him whimpering in a public shower.

your hands glide over his length up and down before you let your free hand unclasp your bra. the garment loosening as you yank it off and toss it towards the clothes piled.

jisung’s eyes sparkle as he looks at you for approval. the nod you pass makes him gulp as he advances towards you. his hands cup your breasts together as he explores around with his thumbs over your tits.

your eyes close as you start pumping his cock again.

the sudden movement makes jisung jerk slightly as he quickly opens his mouth and takes your nipple in. your breath hitches as you feel his warm tongue circle around your nub teasingly.

you spit onto his cock before beginning to jerk him off again.

the pitched moan jisung let’s out gets muffled over your chest as he lets out a shaky breath near his ears. "s' fucking pretty" you mumble, adorning his dick.

you speed your motions further, glancing below to see his frown increase. he sucks onto your breast tightly before pulling out with a pop.

the soft shaky breaths evolve into deep sighs and short suppressed whimpers as your curved grip fiercely pumps his length.

his body is heaving along with your movements as his frown keeps increasing. his lower lip trapped between his teeth as the groans barely keep in.

“I’m.. ah im!”

“you are what?” you snap as jisung quickly whines out.

“fuck mhm, I’m so close..”

you lean towards him licking his earlobe slightly, your movements constant. “are you gonna cum for me baby? make a mess here hm?”

“I’m gonna cum for you, faster please..” as soon as the words leave his lips you take a moment to admire his fucked out state.

his eyes rolled back, brows pulled together, breath hitched as uncontrollable whimpers leak out of his lips. you almost moan out at the sight. feeling your underwear turn uncomfortably wet you use your free hand to take it off. as soon as your soaked core feels air against it you sigh.

"ever since I've seen you, all I've wanted to do was spoil you." you murmur against his mouths as his eyes flutter shut, whining.

your lips meeting jisungs as you take your time. sucking and biting the lower and upper lip hungrily. his tongue quickly slipping into your parted mouth.

as soon as his mouth gives up against yours you know he’s close. you pull out, focusing on getting him off, your fingers tightly curled around his cock as you pump him up and down over and over, whispering dirty things into his ears watching him lose his mind. “I can’t- I’m..!”

you feel him shaking sharply as he groans pitch up, he clumsily moves his crotch against you in need and before you know it, warm streaks of cum are sprawled all over your chest and arm.

“you did so well baby.” you pamper him, kissing the crown of his head as he leans towards your touch with his eyes closed, panting heavily. a deep blush over his cheeks an.d his face entirely flushed.

"damn, could've asked me out atleast." he breathes out as you roll your eyes.

jisung regains his composure after a while as he finally notices your dripping core. his eyes hook on the sight. his one arm sliding over your inner thigh and the other swiftly pulls you over. “think I’d return the favor.”

after the glance towards you, his hand is already advancing towards you, parting your thighs as he stares at your pussy. his thumb pressing over your slit as he rubs the spot. feeling beyond aroused, you lean back with a sigh. soon his index finger is in, gathering the wetness as he caresses your folds while his thumb rubs your bud.

a choked moan is released from you when he pushes the finger in you “ji…”

“gonna make pretty feel so good.” he kisses your knee and you almost fall in love with the boy.

next thing you know, three of his fingers are ramming up inside you while his other hand grips into your flesh, keeping your legs wide open despite the squirming. “ji baby ah! oh o- oh my god!”

in no time, he’s learned your pussy by the back of his hand already, his fingers curl in against your g spot as you moan out terribly, tears springing to your eyes. he begins the thrusting again as you press a palm against the wall to keep you from colliding with the wall.

meanwhile he’s having the time of his life. watching you get wrecked and moan so sweet just by his ruthless fingers. the way your eyes roll back and jaw falls slack, legs shake uncontrollably and breasts with nipples painfully erect bounce glistening with the running water, jisung could simply come over the sight.

he wonders if he’s making you feel so good by his fingers just how good would his cock feel deep in you, stretching you out, hitting all kinds of positions, thrusting with a pace that leaves you begging for more, his fat cock abusing your pussy by pounding into you despite your orgasm, making you scream overstimulated. the sight that he’s blessed of yours right now makes him want to make you cum over and over again. with his fingers, mouth, cock- until he's overflowing out of you.

his thoughts are interrupted by your grip on his arm. “I’m close baby, so close just fuck me like that mhm.”

filled with determination, jisung leaves you stunned as he tilts you sideways, hitting a new angle as he resumes moving his fingers into your swollen puffy cunt again and again.

your moans no longer suppressed, you cry out loudly as he fucks to you. your whimpers broken and choppy synchronized with his thrusts until you squirm wildly, feeling your orgasm wash over you. your body falls limp against his as he holds you gently, hands caressing your thighs.

if someone told you a few days ago you would be entangled in this situation with the park jisung in some boys shower room, you wouldn't have believed that for the price of your left limbs.

his fingers grazing against your head as the others clutch you for support as you lay against him, panting.

"you okay?" he asks, slightly panting with red ears. you respond with a nod. "yep-"

the moment not lasting for long as you both hear the click of the door. the inserting of keys. dangling and clicking of metal. footsteps walking away.

your eyes widen, mirroring his, as you pull yourself off him. "did we just get fucking locked out?!"

oh, shit.

an original iceonneo work.

[selfloverrrrrr]

Can you please do fem!reader using her t*ts to tease Gojo and then she proceeds to noncon Gojo? But in this case, Gojo is reader's step brother. Thank you!!

I didn't write with siblings or step siblings.... sorry.... so I'm writing it like reader and Gojo are roommates 💗

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Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

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Gojo's POV

It started on move-in day. I was halfway through organizing my manga shelf when the front door slammed open. "Hey, roommate!" her voice chimed. Y/n. I turned. And choked. Shorts. So short. Tank top. No bra. And a big, toothy smile like she had no idea that her outfit had just sent his brain into nuclear overdrive. I adjusted my glasses. “H-Hey.” I replied. “Oh, you're cute,” she said casually, brushing past me with her duffel. “I was expecting some sweaty gamer guy with anime body pillows.” My ears turned red. I had one. It was under the bed. “I—uh…” she cuts off my words. “I’m kidding,” she laughed, plopping on the couch and stretching like a damn cat. “This is gonna be fun.”

One morning she bent over the fridge in those tiny ass shorts that might as well be underwear, humming to herself like she wasn’t ruining my life one inch of exposed skin at a time. I swallowed hard. "Morning, Satoru!" she chirped, glancing over her shoulder with a sweet smile. "Did you sleep okay?" No. Not really. Not when I kept dreaming about her riding me in that tank top she wore to bed last night. The one where her tits practically spilled out the sides every time she ride.

"Y-Yeah," I managed, adjusting my hoodie to hide the problem in my pants. "You?" She walked over with her yogurt, plopping into the seat across from me at the kitchen island. “Like a baby,” she said, spooning another bite into her mouth. A drop landed right on her chest, between the curves of her breasts. I stared. I didn’t mean to, but fuck—it was like that glob of yogurt was mocking me, sliding down the slope of her cleavage as she dabbed at it with a napkin. “You okay?” she teased, catching my gaze. “You’re looking a little flushed.” I ripped my eyes away and pushed up my glasses. “It’s just... hot in here.”She grinned like she knew. Like she’d noticed the way I always turned red when she walked around braless. Like she enjoyed it. She probably did.

Y/N’s POV

He's my roommate. He’s tall, nerd, never brings anyone home, and wears his oversized shirts like armor. Shy around girls, Keeps to himself. But then I noticed things. The way he turns red when I walk around in a tank top and no bra. How he fumbles with his glass of water when I lean over too far. How his eyes always flick down to my chest, just for a second… but then he punishes himself with guilt, looking away like he committed a sin. So I started playing with fire. Because who won't want the hot nerd of the university...?

Gojo’s POV

I was in my room one night. On my bed. Laptop open in front of me. I pressed the play button. And the hentai video started playing. I didn't use to watch hentai a lot. Very few. But y/n making it too hard for me to survive. I needed sex so bad. Hentai is the only thing that helped me. I chose the video in which the girl has the same size hair as y/n, same hair colour, same eye color and same height.....

The guy ripped off her clothes and pushed his dick inside him. Fuck I wanna do that with y/n....I pulled down my sweat pants and started jerking off. What would it feel if she's beneath me, spreading her legs... Begging me to put my cock inside her. Then I'd tease her and finally put it inside. Thrusting and she's trying to take breath but can't. Fuck she looks so hotttt.

I leaned down and captured her nipple in my mouth and she moaned. Grabbing my hair and I sucked harder and harder. God I loveeee her boobs. I was too close. I imagined her begging me to cum inside. I was about to cum when *knock* *knock* *knock*. I almost got scared. Fuck.... This this messed up. I quickly shut my laptop. Took the wet wipe, wiped my hands, pulled up my sweat pants and went to the door. I opened the door. And y/n standing in a tank top with no bra again.... But this top? A bra covers more than that top. And shorts.

Y/n's POV

I was passing by his room when I heard him moaning behind the closed doors. It's not the first time I heard. But I got an evil idea tonight. I knocked on his door. He took some time then finally opened the door. He's sweating and god he's not wearing a tshirt just his sweat pants? He looks so hot. His face flushed slightly. "Umm..... Y-yeah?" He asked. I cleared my throat. "Yeah Gojo, I was struggling with today's project... Can you help me?" I asked.

"Oh.... I-i.... Y-yeah.... Sure. Come in" He said. And I went inside. "I've already done it.... This one. Here" He said and handed me the project. I turned the pages. "This one. Professor said to do a slide show for this one. Did you made that?" I asked him. "Yes I've... It's in my laptop" He said and handed me his laptop. But suddenly he paused for a moment. 'Wait shit... The hentai is on the screen' he thought. "W-wait he said and raised his hand to stop but I've already opened the laptop.

Gojo’s POV

My heart plummeted. She opened the screen. My soul left my body. I hadn’t closed the damn tab. I could see the moment her expression flickered. Her eyes widened slightly. Then narrowed. Then... she smirked. A smirk. Like she knew. Like she understood exactly what she was looking at. “Oh,” she said slowly, voice soft but laced with wicked amusement. “Interesting taste.” she said. I stammered. “It’s— that’s— I mean, I didn’t—”

She looked at me. Not at the screen anymore. At me. And stepped closer. “Is that what you think about?” she asked, lips curling, voice low like sin. “When you moan my name behind your door?”she asked. I felt like I was about to get a huge heart attack. I froze. My mouth was dry. My brain—completely gone. Her fingers grazed the waistband of my sweats and I nearly jumped. My dick twitched like it had hope. But I didn’t say anything. Couldn't. Wouldn’t. She leaned up, whispering against my ear, “You didn’t even bother to clear your history. Naughty.”she whispered.

I felt like I'm about to bust. A whine left my throat embarrassing myself more. my knees buckled. My body was reacting faster than my brain—hell, my dick was already straining against my sweats like it wanted to make the decision for me. But no. No. I grabbed her wrist, firm but trembling. “W-Wait.” My voice cracked. I sounded like a damn virgin anime protagonist. Fitting. She pulled back just a little, that wicked grin still painting her face, eyes glinting with mischief like she was daring me to keep pretending I was innocent. “I—It’s not what you think,” I blurted out, still holding her wrist like that would ground me. “I—I wasn’t thinking about you.” A lie. A bad one. Even I heard how weak it sounded. "When did I said that you WERE thinking about me?"

Y/N’s POV

His throat bobbed. He looked like he wanted to melt into the floor. Still holding my wrist like it could stop this train from crashing, like he had any control left. I leaned in, real slow, my breath ghosting over his flushed ear. Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, pupils blown wide, and his cock visibly twitching through those thin sweatpants. One more nudge and he’d probably cum untouched. How pathetic. How cute. I pushed him on the bed and got up on him. When I sat on his lap his whole body was shaken and I could feel his dick pulsed through the fabrics. He gasped and his hips bucked upward.

I leaned closer. He looked like he was about to cry. "You know.... I heard you moaning my name last night..... I wanna know what were you exactly thinking?...... Me riding you, begging you to cum inside me?" I asked and grinded my hips. He whimpered. WHIMPERED. I looked at him. He clenched his eyes closed. And he's crying.... Awwww he's crying now? I smirked. "Look at me when I'm with you" I said. He slowly looked at me..... He's whimpering and crying just from one grind?!

I rolled my hips again—slow, lazy, and unkind. He gasped, a choked little sound, hands fisting the sheets like if he let go, he’d fall apart completely. “Oh, baby,” I cooed, brushing his silver hair back from his damp forehead. “You’re shaking.” I said. “I-I’m not,” he whispered, voice breaking like glass. His hips twitched involuntarily again, dick straining so hard against the fabric it must’ve hurt. He looked so edged. So ruined already.

I learned close and kissed him. He moaned in the kiss and I deepened the kiss. He's so desperate. I tugged his pants down enough to reveal his dick. His clenched the bedsheets. He's kissing me like his life depends on it. I pulled down my panties. I went up and cupped his chin with my one hand. "Are you a virgin?" I asked. He just looked at me with teary eyes. I tighten my grip on his chin. "I asked you something" I said. He nooded. Tears still falling from his eyes. I smirked. "That means I can make you mine" I said. I lined my entrance with his dick "Please please please please........ please...." he whimpered.

I started riding him. Going as fast as I can. We both were moaning like sluts. Noone could ever imagine that his dick could be that long. His dick was touching the deepest parts inside me. I knew I couldn't hold it long. He's only saying two words please and yes. My pussy clenched around him and he moaned out so loudly. After a few minutes I came. I learned down and buried his face in my boobs "I love your boobs" He whimpered.

I laughed and kept thrusting up and down. He's drooling. His throat bobbed. With the last thrust he screamed and came. Gojo became so weak he fell on the bed and I fell on top of him. We both breathe heavily. "I-i.... I'm s-sorry–" He said. I cut him off "for what?" I asked. "I.... Came... Inside" He said. "Did you hear me ever telling you that I don't want you to cum inside?" I asked. "C-can we..... Should.... D-does than m-means–" I cut off his sentence again. "Yes...... You can date me" I said and gave him a kiss.

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[mediumgayitalian]

It is so rare, for a day of peace. So, so rare. For the Apollo cabin to be empty, for siblings to be busy, for the sun to be gentle and the birds to be sweet.

"Hey, Will."

So serene. Truly. Cecil lounging on Will's bed, remembering to have taken his shoes off for once. Quietly flipping through a comic book. Will, suffering but willingly, with his Calculus III textbook on the floor. Actually making progress this time, gunning through practice questions.

And Lou Ellen.

It always has to be one of them.

Lou Ellen watches, velvet skirts tucked under her crossed ankles, dark eyes squinting in contemplation.

Will barely looks up, scrawling something illegible over the most graphite-smudged paper maybe in the entire world.

"Yeah."

"Can we kiss for a little bit?"

That works. The slowly shifting sun through the dusty windows pauses. The chisme plants turn, slowly, shifting their stems to the center of the cabin. Will takes a full seventeen seconds to visibly separate from his textbook, process the question, and erupt into a shade of red previously unknown to man.

"Um," he says, or rather squeaks. "Yes?"

Cecil snorts, turning a page.

"Bicycle."

"Shut the fuck up, Cecil."

"Just like your father."

"Shut the fuck up, Cecil."

"I just want to try something," Lou Ellen soothes, potentially hearing the lack of breathing happening in Will's general direction. "Like, for science. That works for you, right, nerd?"

"Science generally begins with a hypothesis and due process," says Will weakly. But he dutifully crawls over to her direction, settling in front of her. "Um. Now?"

"Now would be great," Lou Ellen agrees. She tilts her head. "So do you just, like, go for it, or...?"

"I mean. In my experience?"

"Which is about to go from two to three," Cecil adds.

This time, Lou Ellen and Will are in perfect sync:

"Shut the fuck up, Cecil!"

Cecil flips another page and promises nothing.

The determination has slowed some of the blush in Will's face, containing it high in his cheeks. Or, well, spite. Cecil-branded fury. That does a whole lot of activating every modicum of ADHD impulsivity in Will's soul.

"Okay," he says, nodding to himself. He meets Lou Ellen's wide, round eyes. "Okay, so I'm gonna -- lean in. And we gotta close our eyes or it's weird. And then I'm gonna kiss you, okay? And you test."

Lou Ellen nods, serious. "Got it."

She breathes in, then out. She purses her lips, leaning forward. Her hands rest, fingers spread, on her knees. Her eyes flutter shut.

Will exhales. He squeezes his eyes shut.

He leans in, gently, and presses his lips to hers, resting a warm hand on the soft curve of her jaw.

"Hm," says Lou Ellen, as they separate. "Hm."

Will shifts nervously.

"You smell good," he offers. "And you taste like orange shampoo. In a good way."

Lou Ellen narrows her eyes at him. She reaches her hand out slowly, like how you may approach a startled horse, and grabs Will's chin with the tips of her fingers.

"Why," Will says.

"Hm," says Lou Ellen, again. She moves his face from side to side, inspecting. Will does not protest, but does choose to make an entirely unintelligible gesture with his hands. "You are hot, aren't you."

"Gah??" Will says. The confusions shifts rapidly from his face; his eyes widen, pupils narrowing, he tries and fails to pull slightly away and generally makes a collection of noises that boil down to hey, pardon. "I'm??"

Cecil choses this moment in time to tuck his comic carefully away, facing his friends in full. He also chooses to take this time to appraise Will's slightly squished face, nodding smugly.

"Yeah, he's a babe."

"Right, okay, that's what I thought. It's the bone structure, right, it totally --"

"Yeah, yeah, and the pouty lips, that definitely --"

"--you're so literally right --"

"You ever watched his shoulders?"

"They're biteable! Biteable, and when he plays volleyball it's like --"

"--yep. And his legs are approximately the length of the equator."

"Freckly, too, it's so --"

"His eyes??"

"I know??"

"Honestly wild."

They turn to him, twin dark brown eyes glowing amber in the sun, appraising him from his golden hair to his bare toes. Will, unfortunately, seems to be right on the urge of passing out, so red he has begun to glow, so warm Lou is forced to let go, and so lightheaded he has begun to sway.

"Hngg-what," he mumbles, eyes far away. "Wha -- I'm --"

Cecil pokes gently at him with his toe.

"I think we broke him," he observes.

"I see," Lou Ellen agrees, chin in her hands. "That's kinda cute, too."

"Oh yah. He's like -- he's never not a smokeshow, you know? Like he's hot when he's mad."

"Smoking."

"And the whole -- it's diabolical to say, but he's like..."

"Movie star pretty when he cries. Yeah, yeah, I hear you."

They turn to each other, lips pursed in thought. They turn back to their slightly dying friend.

"Hm," they say, together.

Will begins to pray. His father, intrigued, only shifts to better the lighting on Will's face. Will agonizes, shifting to pray to his aunt. This too proves useless.

"You know," says Lou Ellen. She taps her manicured finger against her cheek. "We could always share him."

Cecil raises his eyebrows. "We could?"

"Do I??" Will gestures wildly, face now glowing so brightly he is kind of hard to see. "Get a say??"

Cecil and Lou Ellen look at each other. They look back at Will.

"No."

"Nah."

"That's! I am -- taken, okay! I!"

Cecil snorts. "A long-standing crush on greasy Gerard Way does not count as --"

"It's not his fault he's greasy!"

Lou Ellen observes the boys. She hums to herself, rocking back on her knees.

"-- and he's hardly ever here, you met him like twice --"

"Four times! And he's charming!"

Hm indeed.

"I have an announcement to make," Lou Ellen announces.

Both boys stop immediately. Lou Ellen nods graciously, sitting regally on Will's bed. Will pouts a little, but says nothing.

"I am considering converting to lesbianism," she says solemnly. "I'm not sure yet, but I have been presented with a case and it is compelling."

Will and Cecil shrug, making noises of agreement.

"Yeah, fair."

"I mean, girls. I get you."

Will clears his throat. "But, uh. No boys? For sure?" His pout returns. It is indeed very cute. "Did I do a bad job?"

Lou Ellen reaches over and pats him very gently on the head. Her bangles get in his eyes a little. He blinks them away politely.

"Aw, no. You just seem very hung up, and I'm not sure how well dating Cecil would work, and no one else will talk to me yet."

"Dating me is an amazing experience, I have references," Cecil says, at the same time Will says, "Wait, still?"

There is a pause. Again, they speak at the same time:

"Stop using me as a reference, Cecil, gods."

"You want me to vandalize their possession for you, Lou? I would love to do that for you."

Lou Ellen moves to pat Cecil gently and condensendingly on the head.

"I'm good. Thanks, though. Chiron says they just need time. And perhaps an ass-kicking, if I feel so inclined."

"Sage."

"Good advice, that."

They all nod at each other. Wordlessly, they stand, returning to their earlier positions: Cecil, reclining on Will's bed, having abandoned the comic book for a nap; Will, poking at his math; and Lou Ellen, passing a green spark around her fingers and carefully Observing.

It takes her several minutes of reflection to blink and realise.

References.

Her eyes widen.

"Hey, wait a second --"

[knight-of-flowerss]

Nerd!Cregan brothers best friend type situation like Jace’s twin sister and obviously even in the au she’s the princess-esque type, rich family, cregan and jace she thinks are losers but like her and cregan actually make such a sweet couple like ugh him rambling about a game and she’s like babe i really dont give a fuck or understand but i love you so im listening (but really she’s just drooling over his bicep as he waves it around explaining some anime shit)

NERDS HAVE THE BIGGEST DICKS OKAY???

HEHEHEH YESSSS I LOVE NERDS OH MY GOD 😭🙏

Sorry but she's deffo his childhood bully💀 "dad, how did you meet mom?" "Oh, she would cut my hair and chase me and your uncle around with a knife when we were little.. hm.. good days.." and kids are like wtf- 😀🧍‍♀️

This is lowkey a brain dump of Nerd/Geek!Cregan, would love to write a more story like one but I just HAD to do a brain dump lmao

Also I have three different geeky things mentioned in here, 1 is Demon Slayer, 2 is Star Wars and 3 is a poem and if y'all can tell me what poem, I'll give you a lollipop or something or like a fic idk girl

MDNI 18+!!!

MASTERLIST

"So- Tanjiro and Nezuko are siblings, yeah? Their whole family gets killed by a demon and Nezuko gets turned into one! And there's these people- they're called demon slayers - they kill these demons and like protect everyone and-" At this point, you had zoned out. He was just sat there rambling on about Demon killer or Slayer demon or whatever the fuck it is.

Your loud smacks are heard through his yapping, the chewing gum becoming a weird, warm, melted texture in your mouth since it'd been there for so long.

Cregan was hot. So fucking hot. But goddamn, sometimes you had to tune him out.

Like, even during sex you have to shut him up.

You're actually surprised he isn't more quiet during sex. He's fucking his best friends little sister and all he can do is whine and moan. I mean, I think he got it from you though.

The first time you fucked him, it was his finals week. Non-stop revision for the overwhelmed nerd. Physics or chemistry or whatever confusing science shit he did - it had a specific name - fell on deaf ears.

You had asked him about it, to put his mind off of cumming too fast. Virgin. So he rambled on and on about endless science-y things, even getting so engrossed to the point that he had kind of forgotten that he had one of the hottest chicks in school bouncing on his cock like her life depended on it.

But his whines and moans were the best, literally music to your fucking ears. This was never supposed to happen. Never. He was this whiney little bitch boy that she's known since all three of them were in nappies.

You were there when he wet himself at Jenny D'Minco's sixth birthday party and everyone laughed at him, you included. You were there when he cried over the fact that you crumpled his favourite Pokémon card when he was eight. You were there when he busted his nose trying to impress a girl at the roller rink when she was sixteen and he was barely twelve.

You were even there the first time he came in his pants. 15 years old, surrounded by hot, older girls in bikinis at a pool party and one rubbed up on him? Yeah, he was a gonner before he even registered it.

Watching him grow up, seeing all the awkward shit that made him a 'nerd' and a 'geek', etc, should've given you the ick, it really should've. Especially since he was three years younger that you, but you're a nasty bitch deep down inside.

You lied to yourself. Telling yourself you didn't like him. That he was weird and an incel. But god, you'd be lying if you said that watching him jerk off in the bathroom sink when he thinks he's all alone in the house didn't turn you on to the fucking max.

But he had joined University. Left everyone behind. And so did your younger brother. He left a scrawny, whiney bitch that you wanted to jump the bones of but held yourself back, and came back a fucking man that could probably do curls with your full weight and not even break a sweat.

Safe to say, your panties didn't survive that one.

He had grown more confident over those few years too, truly finding himself at Uni. As if he wasn't himself already. But he just felt more comfortable in his own skin.

And back to where we began. Anime. Fucking anime. This man rambles about anime when he should be choking you out with his bicep as he fucks you from behind. But noooo, you're fuck buddies with the bloody BFG who refuses to hurt you.

After what seems like hours to you - it was really just three hours, I mean, how inconsiderate y'all, it ain't even that long 🙄 - he finally paid attention to you.

"And Anakin gets sent to protect Padmè in Naboo, which is obviously where they finally admit they love each other, until Padmè like- rejects him! To keep each other safe, but still!-" Your spit drools down his arm as his fingers delve into your warmth. It doesn't even seem to phase him, the fact that he's finger fucking you blind.

He has some YouTube video on in the background, showing the timeline of Anakin and Padmè and their love story, a Jedi and a former Queen turned Senator- God! You're actually learning some of this bullshit!

A high pitched moan escapes you before you can help it as his fingers find that one spot that makes your legs turn into jelly and your eyes roll back into your head.

And this fucker doesn't bat an eye.

"I think the way they had Padmè's funeral is so interesting- I mean, they literally posed her to still look pregnant, no one knew Luke and Leia were even born! They literally protected them from Anakin- Vader, since birth!" He gushes, grinning at the fact. He didn't find the fact that she was dead enjoyable or anything, he just appreciated the time and effort put into the fifth and sixth episode, the extra details making it so much better.

Cregan's gaze finally flicks down to you and his smile goes from wide and endearing to soft and affectionate. "Gods.. you look so beautiful right now sweet'eart.." Yep. That did it. Him looking into your eyes as he calls you "sweetheart" in that thick accent of his? Oh, you were a gonner before you even realised it.

With a loud whine, your thighs clamp around his arm, trembling slightly as you utter a soft "fuck.." under your breath. And then the part you love the most, his fucking whimpering.

No matter what you do together, no matter how loud or quiet you are, Cregan always has a reaction when you cum. Always. Whimpering and whining as his lip catches between his front teeth and his eyebrows furrow.

Also, don't get me STARTED on when you haven't seen him in a while and you're finally alone. Literally bones = jumped.

He weeps softly, tearing streaming down his face as his hips buck up, whimpers slipping from his lips involuntarily as you suck him off. Well, he always cried when you do. Probably one of the hottest things he does.

You're evil too, you don't even let him cum. Just leaving him high and dry until he finally musters up the courage to treat you how you oh so desire.

I mean, dominant Cregan groaning and moaning in your ear as he pounds into your cunt is fucking amazing and all but, riding him is just so much better.

His thick girth filled you up perfectly, each ridge catching on your gummy walls. "A-and.. the Duke kills the Duchess- well.. fuck- ah!.. He gets jealous and- shit!"

He gets so loud that you have to clamp your hand over his mouth, gripping his cheeks firmly as you ground your hips, teasing him just enough.

You love your geeky fuck buddy- I mean like! You like him.. but he's hotter when he can't shut up, drunk on your pussy.

Tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom @cryinonthefloor553 @visenyablackwood @velaryyon

[glossypolaroidkisses]

Blue body paint Luigi…

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"Now, what the— How the fuck—"

Luigi twists and turns, his back facing the mirror as he tries to coat the last unpainted stretch of his skin in blue. He groans loudly in the living room, contorting his body in an attempt to get the brush to the middle of his back.

"Fuck," he mutters, struggling.

You roll backward in your desk chair, out of your room and into the common area.

"You good?" you ask, startling him.

"Shit—"

"Oh— Sorry, I thought you knew I was here."

Luigi exhales, catching his breath. "I thought you were already at the rally with Cassy. You're good."

"No, I stayed back to study. Sorry, Lu."

"You're good, you're good." He cracks a light smile.

Luigi is your roommate, along with two others. Your best friend, Cassy, is Luigi's best friend's sister. Before Penn, you and Cassy were dead set on rooming together. Her brother, Sam, mentioned he was looking into an apartment-style dorm with his best friend, Luigi, and now the four of you rent it together. Cassy and Sam are siblings, you and Luigi are their best friends. You and Luigi are friends and roommates to each other, but nothing more.

"You need help, though? I just heard you huffing and puffing."

Luigi chuckles, rolling his eyes. "Huffing and puffing, damn." He hesitates. "To be honest, yeah. This paint..." His words trail off into a sigh, admitting defeat.

"School spirit, am I right?" you say sarcastically, getting up and walking over.

Luigi laughs. "Yeah, yeah."

"Everything good?" you ask, noticing his short, semi-awkward answers.

"..Yeah, it's just all this twisting and turning..." He gestures to his lower back. "Y'know, spondy."

"Right, right." You sigh before holding out a hand. "Brush?"

He hands it over, and you step onto the towel he laid out. "You're such a nerd."

"For cleaning precautions? Do you want to scrape blue paint out of tile grout?"

You laugh. "Absolutely not."

"Exactly."

You shake your head, about to start painting, but then you pause. Up close, his back is broader than you realized, his physique stronger.

"Everything alright?" Luigi asks, noticing.

"Yeah... yeah," you chuckle awkwardly, brushing it off. Of course you've always known Luigi was attractive—anyone with eyes does—but you've always shrugged it off. No point in stirring up drama between roommates or complicating things with your best friends. Besides, you're all swamped with school 90% of the time anyway.

"Wait, wait. Before I get my hands dirty, do you want Advil for your spondy?" you ask.

Luigi chuckles.

"What?" you ask. "Did I say it wrong? Not cool enough for the medical slang?"

"No, no. It was just cute, the way you said it. I've never heard you say it before." He moves on quickly. "Uhh, yeah, actually. Thanks. I would get it, but—" He gestures to his feet.

"You fucking painted the bottom of your feet?" you ask.

"Well, no... but close enough. I'm scared to leave my towel island."

You giggle, shaking your head as you search through the medicine cabinet. "Holy shit, didn't know you're a druggie, Luigi."

He laughs. "Yeah, my back is a real addict."

"If any of these go missing, I definitely didn't sell them for noodle money."

"Honestly, a couple of those pills could probably get you about forty packs of instant noodles."

"I want the good stuff, y'know, Huang's Noodle House?" You close your eyes dramatically at the thought of your favourite spot.

"I didn't know you like Huang's." Luigi sounds genuinely interested. "We should go."

"Yeah, and Cassy and Sam—"

"Ehh, Sam doesn't really like noodles."

"Oh. Then Cassy... I'm not sure if she does, actually."

Luigi hums in thought. "We could just go, then." His voice is casual, but something about it lingers.

You pause, fingers wrapped around the Advil bottle. Then, shaking it lightly, you ask, "Is that an invitation?"

Luigi glances over his shoulder, smirking. "Only if you wanna go. Otherwise, you heard nothing."

You let out a small laugh, trying to ignore the way your stomach flips at the idea of going to Huang's alone with him. This is just food. Just noodles. Just roommates grabbing a bite.

"Why not?.." you say, tossing the bottle toward him. He catches it in one hand, shakes two pills out, and dry swallows them. "...If you're paying." you add. Luigi huffs a laugh. "Wow. First, you steal my drugs, now my money?"

"Roommate tax." You tap the paintbrush against your palm. "Alright, turn."

He shifts carefully, and you notice how aware he is of his movements. Cassy told you about his back, and while he never complains much, you've caught him stretching, adjusting his posture, rolling his shoulders when he thinks no one's looking.

Your eyes flicker down his back as you dip the brush into the blue paint. His broad shoulders. The way his muscles shift under his skin. The sharp, clean lines of his shoulder blades.

This is fine. Totally normal. Just painting your roommate blue.

You start with broad strokes, trying to be quick but even.

"How the hell did you do this last year?"

"Badly."

You laugh. "Why do you even do this?"

"Sam and I started first year, a few frat guys joined in, and now it's tradition. Plus, we always get free drinks."

"Ah, so it's a scam."

He grins. "A hundred percent."

You keep painting, working your way down his spine. His skin is warm under the paintbrush, and you have to focus hard to keep your strokes even.

"You're really dedicated to school spirit for someone who called our mascot 'a corporate sellout' last week."

Luigi laughs. "I stand by that. He's got three sponsorships, that's insane."

You shake your head. "Alright, turn a little, I gotta get this side." You tap his ribs lightly, and he follows your instruction. The movement draws your eyes to his jaw—strong, slightly stubbled.

You swallow.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

"So," he says lightly, "what were you studying?"

"Just some readings. Hard to focus."

"Yeah?" He smirks. "Because I'm here, or because you're thinking about noodles?"

You press the brush into his shoulder a little harder.

"Ow." He winces dramatically. "Abuse."

You snort. "You're literally covered in paint and complaining about a brushstroke?"

"Look, I'm delicate."

"You're insufferable."

He laughs, and you try to ignore the way your stomach flips again. You sigh, pulling back. "This brush is too small."

Luigi smirks. "You calling me fat?"

Your eyes widen. "What? No, you're just—" You pause. "Big."

Luigi blinks. "What?"

"Like... broad."

His smirk deepens. "You think I'm broad?"

You roll your eyes. "Objectively."

He chuckles, stretching slightly. "Use your hands. Might be easier."

Your hands?

You stare at his back for a second like it's suddenly an entirely different thing.

This is fine. Totally normal. Just painting your friend blue. With your hands.

Right.

"Okay," you say, a little too quickly, setting the brush down. You press your palms into the cool paint, spreading it across his back in slow, deliberate strokes. The texture is strange—thick, slightly tacky as it glides over his skin—but what gets you more is the warmth beneath it. His muscles shift slightly under your touch, solid and strong, and you have to focus hard to keep your movements steady. You let your hands glide from his upper back to his lower, fingers spreading the paint in slow strokes.

Luigi exhales, deep and slow. "You're being so gentle." His voice is teasing, but there's something else underneath it—something softer.

"I don't want to hurt you," you murmur. "Your back—"

"You're not hurting me." A pause. Then, with a slight turn of his head, he grins. "It's actually really nice."

You swallow, pressing your fingers into the dips of his shoulder blades, blending the paint with smooth, even pressure. The moment stretches, quieter now, filled only by the soft sound of your hands working over his skin. His breathing is steady, slow, like he's letting himself relax into it.

You clear your throat, "Well, I'm almost done. Just gotta make sure it's even."

Luigi hums in response, tilting his head slightly like he's considering something. "You're really good at this."

You scoff. "What, painting?"

He smirks. "Ever considered a career in body painting?"

You roll your eyes. "Didn't you know? That's why I'm at Penn."

His chuckle is low and warm, and you can't help but smile as you take a step back, running your eyes over your work. The blue paint covers his back smoothly, deep and even, accentuating the defined lines of his shoulders and spine.

"What do you think?" you ask.

Luigi twists slightly to check his reflection in the nearby mirror. "Damn," he smirks, flexing his arms just a little. "I look clean."

You roll your eyes but laugh. "Alright, you need help with anything else?"

He catches your gaze in the mirror, his smirk softening just slightly. "Nah, you've done enough. Seriously—thanks."

You wave a hand dismissively, suddenly feeling warm. "Yeah, yeah. Go win the school spirit award and drink cheap beer, or whatever."

Luigi snorts, then—before you can react—reaches over and swipes a blue-painted finger across your cheek.

"Hey—!" You gasp, stepping back as he grins mischievously.

"Oops," he says, absolutely not sounding sorry.

You narrow your eyes, pointing a warning finger at him. "You're dead."

Luigi just winks, stepping carefully off his towel island. "Catch me after the rally, then."

And with that, he grabs his shoes, flashes you one last playful grin, and heads out the door—leaving you standing there, heart pounding, with a blue streak on your face and a whole lot of thoughts you probably shouldn't be having.

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