#you gotta be ready for me to completely lose my shit

[myname-isnia]

The fragile remains of my mental stability have been completely and utterly shattered and I will need five to ten business days to recover

[everyonewooeverywhere]

MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED

pairing ✭ mingi x afab!reader

synopsis ✭ mingi is just feeling that baby fever.

genre/rating ✭ smut 18+ MDNI

word count ✭ 1k

notes ✭ this is a request from @meltingmidas 💗

warnings ✭ smut, heavy breeding/pregnancy kink (that is literally the whole plot 💀), pet names (mama, sweetheart, he calls himself daddy), implied creampie

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You could tell something was different with Mingi the moment he dragged you into bed. He was more forceful than usual, gripping hard at your ass and thighs, massaging them with his hands and murmuring about how pretty they were.

This behavior in itself was nothing out of the ordinary, but something about the way he held you and the way he kissed you so desperately, made him seem more…needy. 

He was still patient, though, letting his foreplay take its course. His soft lips engulfed your own, and his throat let out breathy groans every time you tugged at his hair. The silky strands were soft under your fingers as you pulled at them at every moment of pleasure. 

His hands trailed from your thighs to your naked tummy. He brought his lips to your ear, “Baby~” his voice was low and husky (a sign he was unusually horny), “remember that conversation we had earlier?” 

You tried to think back to that morning, tried to recall what you had said to him, but the way he kissed your neck between words drove you crazy. All you could think about was the wetness of his lips on your skin. You shook your head.

He hummed in mock disappointment, “Come on. You can do it.” He smirked at the little gasp you made when he reached his hand into your panties, “Use that pretty little head of yours.”

The soft whimper you let out when he slotted his middle and pointer fingers between your folds almost made Mingi lose his composure, “Mingi!” You gasped at the contact of them on your clit, “I don’t know.”

“Oh baby…” he cooed, “It’s okay.” He pushed two fingers into your pussy, groaning at how wet you already were, “Do you need me to remind you?”

You arched your back slightly and nodded with your mouth dropped open. 

“Pretty girl,” he murmured, kissing the valley between your breasts, resting his cheek on one as he played with the nipple of your other. Pinching it between his fingers and watching how you gasped lightly at the contact, “You remember how we talked in the kitchen earlier.”

Talked? You only remembered him fucking you over the countertop this morning.

“You asked me if we were ready for a baby,” he glanced up at you, his face still resting on your chest, “I can’t stop thinking about it.” He moves his hand down to your stomach again, “I just keep imagining you so full with my cum. You wouldn’t be able to keep it all in.” His fingers speed up, “And your tummy so swollen.” You moaned out his name as his fingers pushed you close to your first orgasm, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you mama?:

“Pl-ease,” your back arched completely off the bed.

He leans up to kiss your forehead, “Shhh, it’s okay. Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum for daddy.” His bottom lip disappears between his teeth as he watches you release on his fingers. Your thighs already shaking.

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“You’re gonna let me cum inside you, right baby?” He muses, hissing as your nails dig into his back, “It’s ok. Mark up my back, mama,” he groans into your ear, “Gotta let everyone know who’s baby’s in this pretty belly.”

Just the thought of him cumming inside you has you going absolutely insane. That thought paired with the movement of his hips, so calculated and deep. God so deep. 

“Shit,” he wrapped an arm around your waist and held you against his chest. Keeping his pace up. Allowing himself to bury his cock deeper than either of you thought possible.

“You’re gonna look so pretty with my baby in you. Don’t you think?” You nodded dumbly, barely aware of anything but his cock hitting your spot over and over and fucking over again.

Your pussy was his. His to bury his cock in every day and night. His to spit on and kiss whenever he saw fit. And absolutely his to breed until there was no question where you belonged. 

“Oh fuck, I’m close,” he grunted. He hovered his face above your own. Smirking when you leaned up anf tried to kiss him. Despite his teasing, though, he cupped your cheek and kissed you softly, “Come on mama. Can you cum on my cock?” He rested his forehead on your own as you nodded, “Yeah? Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum for me.” When you tightened around him, he felt himself snap. He kissed your lips again, deeper this time, as you both came together.

When he pulled out, he sat back at watched you from between your legs. You chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. Mingi ran his thumb from you clit down to your hole. Making sure to push every bit of cum back inside you. You shuddered with delight at every touch. 

And he just watched you. Letting you regain your composure and your ability to think. Massaging your thighs. Just giving you little touches to remind you of his presence.

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He snuggled up behind you. Dressed in just a grey pair of sweatpants, he held you close. Nuzzling his nose over the skin of your neck, you giggled softly at the contact. His arms held you securely into his chest, and his hands rested over your belly. 

“He’s growing fast,” Mingi commented groggily, clearly about to fall asleep.

A smile formed on your lips that he couldn’t see, “He is, isn’t he?”

“Do you think we’re ready?” He asked, more out of curiosity than genuine concern.

“Baby, we’re probably never gonna be fully prepared,” you rested your hands over his own, “But I know you’ll be a great dad.”

He hummed and kissed the nape of your neck, “I could say the same for you.”

“Yeah?” he nodded, his hair tickling the back of your neck.

“Do you think,” his hand on your stomach, “we could have another one soon?”

Your only response was a kick to his shin.

[carmenberzattosgf]

Being almost full term with Carmen’s kid and basically (almost) begging him to fuck you to induce labor 😵‍💫 him being hesitant at first, but then giving in eventually. And he’s so gentle and keeps asking her if she’s okay and stuff. Maybe afterwards she does start to feel contractions or something idk.

You’re about thirty-nine weeks along with your first with Carmy, a baby girl. You’re both overjoyed about it, but in all honesty being pregnant is exhausting. This kid needs to come out, and you’ll try anything to make that happen faster.

When Carmen gets home from work, the first thing he does once is walk over to you on the couch. “How are my two favorite girls?” he asks, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. His hand naturally falls to hold your belly.

“Personally, I am ready to get this kid out of me, but she sees to be content with kicking the walls of my stomach.”

“Should be any time now. C’mon, let’s go to bed. I’ll take a quick shower and join you.” Carmy, being the gentleman that he is, helps you up and walks you into the bedroom, guiding you with a hand on the small of your back. He pulls back the covers and gets you settled on your side of the bed, then takes a quick shower. It’s barely 10 minutes before he’s out of the bathroom and cozied up next to you. His hand rests on your bump, rubbing softly at your skin.

“Carm, I have an idea.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” He’s propped up on one elbow so he can look at your properly.

“I think you should fuck me into labor,” you say, plainly. His eyes spread wide open at your words. Carmy thinks he must have misheard you.

“Sorry—what?” He asks, completely dumbfounded.

“Orgasms are suppose to cause contractions. Please, Carm. I’m desperate at this point.”

“Are you sure that won’t like… hurt her? Or something like that?” His worry is quite cute. He always wants to make sure his girls are safe and protected.

“Carmy, your dick isn’t that big,” you joke. Evidently, the joke doesn’t land well, seeing that he doesn’t even crack a smile. “Okay, okay, sorry. It’s perfectly safe, Carm. I promise. Please?”

“Okay, baby. I’ll fuck you.”

Carmy turns you on your side so you face away from him. He eases behind you, letting his chest support your back. It escalates from there, both of your hands working together to remove clothing.

When Carmy pushes into you, his hips move slowly, almost teasingly. One of his hands is wrapped around your upper thigh, lifting your leg up to let him hit deeper.

“Fuck—baby—“ he groans loudly into your ear as your heat engulfs him. You’re soaked. It hits him that you’ve probably been thinking about this all day, which only makes his hand grip your thigh tighter.

“S’full—still feel so full.” You reach a hand back to thread your fingers through his curls. The only downside to this position is not being able to see his pretty face.

“This okay? Can I move?” He presses soft, wet kisses behind your ear while he waits for your answer, still bottomed out inside of you.

“Please. Please move—“ you beg, pulling at his hair. Your cunt pulses at the raspy groan he lets out.

“I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you feel so good for me.” When he starts fucking into you, his hips don’t move rough and rapidly like you’re expecting. Instead, Carmy mouths at the back of your neck while he thrusts into you slowly, without losing any power behind his strokes.

The position makes his cock hit deep inside of you. Every time he bottoms out, his cock draws a whine from your lips. The sensation is mind numbing.

“Still good, baby? Need me to change anything?” He asks in between kisses. His voice is already thin, like he’s trying his best to be gentle for you.

“Shit—it’s perfect Carm. I’m—I’m already close—“

“Me too—pussy’s squeezing me so fucking perfect. Shit—can’t wait to get you pregnant again. Gotta keep you full of me—“ he murmurs into the skin of your neck without even thinking. The pace of his hips increases as his hand pushes your leg back further.

“Carm—Carmy. Want that—wanna give you so many babies—“

“Cum for me then, yeah? Get this one out faster so I can knock you up again. Let go baby, be a good girl for me.”

His words send you over the edge. Your legs shake as you cry out for him, pulsing around his cock. Once you reach your peak, Carmy grows all the more desperate. His hips practically slam into yours as he nears his high, the sound echoing against the walls alongside your moans of his name.

Carmen bites into your shoulder as he cums. He presses his hips as flush as he can with yours given the position. It’s not like he can get you pregnant right now, but he’s cumming deep inside you like that’s the goal.

“Holy shit—“ you gasp.

“I know—so fucking good, baby.”

“Um, Carm? I think I’m actually having contractions—“

[skinnyducky]

in her defense // v.h.

a/n not gonna lie.. this was supposed to come out a LONG time ago. however, the og idea i had in mind just didn’t fit my writing style so i scrapped it and rewrote the entire thing. so, here’s what i came up with. hope you enjoy :)

p.s. i missed y’all soooo much !

vinnie hacker x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.3k, edited

WARNING: language, bladder mentions, and m*x. that is all. 

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Surprisingly, dinner with Vinnie’s friends wasn’t as awkward as she thought it would be. This was her first time meeting them, and honestly, she was a bit nervous in the beginning. It’s not like she didn’t have a reason to be, though. Sure, it wasn’t like she was meeting his family, but still, these were friends. These were the people he spent the majority of his day with—besides her. Their approval meant everything to her because if they didn’t like her, that could definitely put a damper on her and Vinnie’s relationship, and she definitely didn’t want that.

The group had arrived at the fancy restaurant around nine. It was nearing eleven. They spent almost an hour and a half just chatting amongst themselves and sharing embarrassing stories they all had about Vinnie. It wasn’t until midway through Jack’s story of Vinnie almost electrocuting himself that Y/n felt the need to use the bathroom. She crossed her legs, fighting against her bladder in hopes that she wouldn’t miss this story. But her bladder was putting up a good fight, one that she was on the brink of losing.

She flew up from her seat and turned to Vinnie. "I’ll be back. Gonna go use the restroom."

Vinnie nodded in response, sending a smile her way. "Alright, babe. Take your time."

After pecking the boy’s cheek, Y/n sprinted to the restroom. Upon reaching the ladies’ room, she flew inside and stumbled into the nearest stall. "Oh, that’s nice." She smiled, relieving herself of the pressure on her bladder. Once she was done, she wandered out of the stall and towards the sink. As she began washing her hands, she took the time to check herself over, ensuring that she didn’t look like a complete mess. While she was doing so, she noticed something strange.. something that looked like it didn’t belong in the women’s restroom. Shutting off the sink, Y/n slowly turned around, hoping to herself that what she saw was just in her imagination. Unfortunately, it wasn’t.

There, clinging to the wall, just a few feet away, was a row of perfectly polished urinals.

"No way." she gulped.

There was surely a reasonable explanation for this, right? There had to be a reason for urinals being in the women’s restroom. After trying to come up with every possible explanation, Y/n concluded that she was in fact in the men’s restroom. It’s not like she strolled in here on purpose; she really had to pee and didn’t think to look at the signs on the door.

"I gotta get out of here." She started sprinting towards the door, ready to make her escape. But before she could even lay a finger on that door handle, she heard the sound of laughter coming near. But this wasn’t just any laughter; no, this was.. male laughter.

"Shit." She slapped her lavender-scented hand over her mouth and ran into a stall before she could get caught. Locking the door behind her, she climbed onto the toilet and crouched down so no one would see her head poking out.

The guys entered the bathroom, and based on what Y/n was hearing, there were only two of them. However, that wasn’t the only thing that she heard. There was something familiar about those voices. It only took a second for Y/n to recognize those voices as belonging to Vinnie and his good ol' pal, M*x.

"Jack's such a dick," Vinnie chuckled, his stream trailing behind his voice. "Thank god he didn’t say any of that in front of Y/n. She’d probably leave me in a heartbeat if she heard all of that."

M*x joined in on the laughter. "Can’t argue with that, man. Can’t argue with that."

It was silent between the two as they tinkled. The second they finished, however, M*x cleared his throat. "Uh, can I ask you a question?"

After flushing the urinals, both boys walked over to the sinks. "For sure. What’s up?" Vinnie asked.

"Are you positive she’s the one?"

The question made both Y/n and Vinnie confused. Based on how things were going at dinner, Y/n was confident she made a good impression on all of Vinnie's friends. Although, come to think of it, M*x was a bit standoffish. Maybe she didn’t leave as good a mark as she thought she did.

"Uhm, yeah. I’m pretty positive." Vinnie chuckled. "Why? Is something wrong?"

"I just.. I just don’t think she’s the one for you, dude."

"And why is that?" All traces of amusement had left Vinnie’s tone. Now, all that was there was curiosity, and a hint of anger.

M*x swallowed the lump in his throat before saying the unthinkable. "Not gonna lie, bro, I think she’s a hoe."

Y/n felt her nails dig into her skin as she fought back the urge to fly out of that stall and give that dickhead a piece of her mind. Who the hell does he think he is? He’s barely said two words to her, and already he’s come to that conclusion. What a douche!

Vinnie scoffed, clearly offended by M*x’s accusation. "What the hell, dude? Why would you think my girlfriend’s a hoe?"

"I mean, she was practically flirting with every guy at the table. You saw the way she got all handsy with Jett. Don’t act like you didn’t."

Now, Y/n was a believer in many things. She believed in ghosts, aliens, and mermaids, but not this—and she hoped Vinnie didn't, either. How could M*x mistake her being nice for flirting? And what the hell did he mean by her getting "handsy" with Jett? She was picking a piece of lint off his sweater. "Hmph, talk about jumping to conclusions," she thought.

"You know what, M*x, you’re an idiot." Vinnie stated.

This time around, M*x got offended. "Vinnie, how am I an idiot for telling you the truth? I’m just telling you what I’m observing, and from what I’m observing, your girlfriend is playing you."

"And that’s just it," said Vinnie. "This is what you’re observing, not anyone else."

"Bro, I’m your friend. Shouldn’t that count for something?"

"It would if you had solid proof, but you don't, so no, it doesn’t count for shit."

"Why are you acting like this man?"

"You just called my girlfriend a hoe and then accused her of flirting with you guys with no evidence whatsoever." Vinnie snarled. "How would you feel if I accused your girlfriend of flirting with us without any proof?"

Max was quiet.

"Right, you wouldn’t like it. So, if you've got some sort of issue with her, just say that. Otherwise, keep her name out your mouth. We good?"

"Yeah, sure. We’re good."

With that, the two boys exit the bathroom, the stench of tension following closely behind. Leaving the stall, Y/n couldn’t fight the smile that broke out on her face. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't concerned about Vinnie believing what M*x said. In situations like these, boys tend to believe their friends, and considering the fact that she and Vinnie hadn’t been together for that long, she really didn’t know if he’d see through the bullshit. Thankfully, he did, and Y/n couldn’t have been happier.

Escaping the horror that was the men’s restroom, Y/n practically skipped back to the table. Just before she sat down, she planted a kiss on Vinnie’s forehead.

He giggled, blushing like a schoolboy. "What was that for?"

"Just a thank you."

With furrowed brows, he asked, "For what?"

"For being the best boyfriend ever," Y/n replied. "Also, you’re gonna have to tell me what Jack said and why in the hell it would make me want to leave you."

"Yeah, for sure." Vinnie laughed. As he was about to stuff his face with a spoonful of mashed potatoes, he paused. "Wait, what?"

[love-hatred-stuff]

》 hey, hi~ here's a draft that I wrote instead of continuing other fics that I wanted to write, lmao I hate myself :')

》 Eddie Brock(Venom) x (f)Reader

⚠ a little warning; age gap (10y), daddy issues here we goooo, just a tiny bit spice and some sprinkle de dinkle ★angst★

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Eddie hadn't had sex in what felt like centuries. Actually just one or two years but who's counting when all he can do is use his hand and Venom mostly doesn't even let him finish. That monster doesn't give shit about it, he claims that Eddie wouldn't need it. He needs food and water but not a jerk off.

Well if he knew why he'd been going on it so much lately, maybe Venom would let him, but he's not ready to give that up yet. It's probably the only thing about Eddie, Venom hasn't completely figured out yet.

It was you. You were the reason he was slowly but surely losing the mind he shared with the compatible slimy alien inside of him.

•••

"Eddie thanks for checking, but I can manage." You told him on the other line of the phone.

Eddie just wanted to help you pack and carry your things since you were moving to another apartment. You've been able to get promoted again and now you were at the very top of the not even so small company you've been working at for about five years now. You could say you were pretty good at your job.

"I habe plenty of strong people here, helping me out. I don't even have to carry anything, I just decide were the furniture and boxes are getting placed. You don't need to worry, darling."

Eddie had a smirk dancing on his lips. You knew he could do everything they were doing, at least twice as fast.

"I should come over later then. I'll bring dinner." He suggested.

"Great idea. But don't let Venom choose take out again, please Eddie." Ugh the way you were saying his name made his brain go blank and suddenly Venom was hyperaware of what was going on.

"Promise. See ya." He immediately ended the call, leaving you a little confused. Ed could sense what Venom felt, just beneath the surface.

"Holy Shit!!!" Venom growled.

"You kidding me? She's the reason you've been going to the gym and eating healthy now? Why you've been completely desperate to stroke your dumbass dick?" Then he laughed. Finding it hilarious that Eddie was in love again. After his last woman, Anne, he'd been taking a while to open up again. Actually he didn't talk to any other woman besides you.

The thing was just, that you were ten years younger than him and he'd practically seen you grow up. Of course he never saw you the way he does now, back then. But it was quite bad how hard he had fallen for you in the last few months.

"I KNOW! She's too young for me. I'll keep my distance, okay? It wasn’t my intention to develop feelings." He tried defending himself.

"As if I cared, you nasty human. Get you dick wet if that's what you need." The symbiot snarled.

Eddie was surprised, to say the least.

"You're not gonna disturb us?" He asked in suspicion.

"Thought you wanted to keep your distance? Not anymore? Kidding. Do what you gotta do. Since you're my host I gotta let you have at least one thing."

"That'd be great." He smiled to himself.

"Now get your ass up at get her something nice, if you wanna get inside her pants."

"I don't wanna get inside her pants! Well- maybe a little, but I care about her more than that."

Eddie sensed, by Venom's silence, that he doesn't wanna get involved in his love life any further. Although he couldn't blame Eddie, you were gorgeous little human. A young one at that.

So he showered and grabbed his keys, so he could get dinner and some flowers. He was a little nervous buying these, because he knew that would be the first romantic move he's ever made on you. You probably only saw him as like an uncle or something, nothing more. Knowing his luck, he didn't even expect you to like him back.

He would know soon.

•••

Well, but who knew, he's gonna find himself underneath you instead?

Eddie was sitting on the couch, the only thing that wasn't completely packed with stuff and boxes. You were straddling him, taking his breath away with the way you moved your skilled tounge against his. He was a little hesitant though, barely touching your hips with his hands because he didn't know were to put them. He wanted so badly to grip your sides tight and push you closer against his crotch.

But he was unsure. Even though you clearly gave him all the signs that you wanted this, he felt like he was using you. Venom's earlier words spiralling in his mind; '-if you wanna get inside her pants.' No! He didn't! He wanted so much more than that. So it felt wrong to just jump you the moment you said you liked him back- well you didn't really say anything, you just smiled to yourself as you accepted his flowers and began to stalk towards him, until this moment, where you plastered him with marks and kisses.

Despite all those doubts, he felt heavenly, holding most of his sounds back, almost impossible. You were a woman with so many strengths, kissing and grinding being apparently one of them. Glad, he found out.

He only realised seconds later that you'd stopped and were looking straight at him.

"What's wrong?" Your worried look scratched at his heart instantly.

"Nothing." He lied.

He was a good liar. But you weren't buying it, you knew him well enough.

"You don't want this? You should've said so, Brock."

Ugh, another pang shooting through him stronger than he'd expected. The usage of his last name? Nah. You only did that when you were seconds away from switching your emotions. You were gonna tell him to piss off and stay away from you, until you forgave him, unless he would tell you the truth right f*cking now. He knew because he'd disappointed you once before. That was a complete different scenario, and now you felt personally attacked. He could feel it, even Venom could.

"No! I really really want this! Or else I wouldn't have told you what I did earlier. It's just, that it feels wrong touching you, with my hands."

Oh. No.

He just made it worse, didn't he? Judging by the way your face went blank, his speech definitely went sideways.

"Get lost." You were pointing to your door with your finger, giving him a stern look.

He felt like a little scared kid again, being scolded by his mom. Only ten times worse.

"What? No! I'm saying this because I'm so much older than you, y/n! I swear on my mother and the symbiot living inside of me that I've been craving you for the longest time now. I love you, god damn it! But I shouldn't and I know that, alright? But I can't help it. I'm sorry if I send you the wrong signals. I'm just worried that people will take you away from me, because of that." Eddie stood up and slowly walked towards you, trying to not make you even more uncomfortable than he already had.

You looked a little more relaxed now though.

"So you denied me because you feel a little perverted? God, Eddie you're not a grandpa and I'm a grown woman with a good life ahead of her. Do you think I would throw that away for a forbidden romance? You and I are perfectly okay to be with each other. Nothing's gonna happen, it's only ten years, Brock." Eddie flinched again at the end. Seemed like he had to soothe you a little more.

"Could you please stop addressing me with my last name, it scares me a little. I get it now. I'm sorry for worrying so much, sweetness." Eddie gently touched your cheek, caressing it and putting a strand of hair behind you ear.

"You have a lot of making up to do, you grandpa." You glanced up at him, allowing a tiny smile to dance on your cherry lips.

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To be continued...?

Love, love, love

~ love-hatred-stuff ♡

[delimeats-000]

losing v to matt

Pet Names

summary: check the request

warning: smut, language

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

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“truth or dare?” matt says pulling a card from the deck to ask his next question.

“truth.” i whisper in the dark of matts room, the only light being the laptop in front of us.

“how old were you when you lost your virginity?”, he chuckles in a low tone.

i shine him an awkward smile, before picking up his root beer to take a sip “uhhh, that information is not yet available.”

“what?” he whisper yells, eyes blown wide.

“i just haven’t had a connection with someone like that.”

“fair.” he shrugs.

i feel weird so i try to explain. “it’s not like i don’t want to, like if i met the right guy who respects and genuinely likes me then yknow hop in my pants but i haven’t found that person i mean i found you but like you dont like me like that although i wouldn’t be opposed if you wanted to-”

he cuts me off with a kiss.

he pulls away slowly, “sorry.” i lean in kissing him again.

“wait, are you ok with this?” i pull away looking back and forth between his eyes for any sign of uncomfort.

“yes, i really really want this.”

we kiss once more, the deeper it gets the more he pulls me in. one hand on my cheek and another on my waist he pulls me to sit in his lap. i wrap both arms around his neck, pulling him into me.

pressed up against eachother, he begins kissing down my neck. shuddering under his touch i let out an unintentional moan.

“shit. dont do that, gonna make me hard.”

i grab his face and have him look me in the eyes. “what if that’s what i want?”

he flips us both over, on top of me he pecks my lips before asking, “are you sure?”

i nod my head.

“use your words, beautiful.”

“matt, please. take my virginity.”

“yes ma’am, you gotta be quiet though ok? dont want nick and chris to know im in here fucking you.”

he takes off his shirt and asks my to slide my pants off aswell. moving down the bed he runs his hands down both sides of me. they glide down to my lace underwear and he kisses my pantie line. he hooks his fingers under the waist band pulling them down and off completely.

“im gonna make you feel good, ok?”

“yes matt please.”

“good job, using your words.”

he spreads my legs and smiles, “so pretty.” his thumb comes up to my clit, rubbing in circles and at a slow pace.

“fuck, matt. i want you inside me, please.”

“gonna stretch you out first, sweetheart. just be patient.”

all these pet names are killing me, i know he knows by the way i squirm under him with every name he groans out.

he runs a single finger down my folds and gets it wet before sticking it inside of me. his finger does circles inside me. i moan, at the new sensation if his long slender finger in me.

with one more moan he adds another finger scissoring and curling them slowly.

“matt, fuck- im ready please”

“are you sure baby?”

“yes matt please, fuck me”

“anything for you, pretty girl.”

i let out a long whine at the loss of his fingers, he pulls his pants down along with his boxers.

kissing me softly he lines himself up with my entrance, he gently pushes in stopping when his tip in inside me.

“FUCK!! fuck- matt”

“shh shh, i know princess. we have to be quiet remember?”

“yes, sorry matt”

“dont apologize baby, it’s ok.”

he stays still for a moment longer let pushes himself into me completely without warning.

i cover my mouth to not let out any noise. “good girl. so proud of you.”

not wanting to waste anymore time i ask him to move. he slowly thrusts into me. the pace is agonizingly slow, i need more.

“matt faster, please.” i whine.

he speeds up now pounding into me holding my right hand in his and with the other he presses down on my lower stomach.

“doing so good baby, you look so pretty taking me like this.”

“fuck ma- matt i think im cumming.”

i feel myself come undone all over him. “good girl, cum for me baby.”

and with that i completely release everything i have onto his cock, im a moaning mess as we ride out my high. he pulls out and with the loss of his dick inside of me i feel empty, he begins stroking his length getting himself off the the sight of me fucked stupid in front of him. he cums all over my stomach, the warm white ribbons burn into my skin.

he leans over and kisses me, “you did so good for me. lets get you cleaned up now yeah, princess?”

“yes, please.”

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i really like this one, love you 🫶🏼

[ctheathy]

*whisper* I missed you fawning over Banzai’s fingerssss~

U can delete this if u want lol

choke him he likes it

Oh, you BET >=} <3<3

⚠️ Suggestive themes warning ⚠️

You could feel the fur of his tails tickling against your skin as you had a tight grip on his wrists. His tails swayed excitedly in your face, caressing your cheeks as he had a smug grin on his face. “You look so cute when you're on top of me, my dear~”

“You are so beautiful. I swear you're the reason why the sun shines in the sky, the reason why the flowers bloom every spring, and why the oceans are calm.... You are far better than the heavens themselves. You're so gorgeous.”

damn flirt. Without mercy, you just shoved him right back into the bedsheets as soon as he tried to get up from his position to get a better look at you, making him let out a grunt with a big blush on his face, still having that shit-eating smirk.

He bit at his lower lip as soon as his head got pushed back into the softness of the sheets, his breathing seeming to get a whole lot more heavier by that simple act alone. “Please... Please... Completely destroy my body, ruin me... I'm yours” he spoke in between pants, he was already getting one heck of an arousal by your dominating nature. You raised an eyebrow as you saw him biting away at his lips to try and keep himself from losing himself, but you weren't having any of his petty attempts. He's gotta learn the consequences of teasing you with those stupid fingers of his.

You leaned in, your warm breath teasing him as you whispered something in his ears, making them twitch. “I’ll show you the definition of destroyed...~” you seductively spoke before you nicked his ear with your teeth, holding it for a bit before allowing it to slip once more. The act making some of your saliva to get in contact with his fur, making him shudder in a pleasant way. His breath was only getting more severe as you went on and he was turning a little in your grasp, but you had no intent on letting go. And honestly? Neither did he want you to, as he kept himself down like an obedient, submissive little partner

Your fingers ran over his fragile frame and every nerve in his body just seemed to be so very sensitive. He shivered with every little move you made on him, his breath hitching in his throat as his body was on high alert due to everything you were doing. The next time he looked up, you were almost on top of him once again as your noses were practically touching. Not like he minded, he had found the position and being able to examine your features like this quite pleasant. He spoke out your name, a bit breathless right about now.

“you are truly the God that walked down from mount Olympus. No other being can compare to you. You own my heart and my life, you own me. You are going to have me wrapped around your finger for eternity. You are a Deity worthy of worship. You are my master. My everything... Say ‘I love you’ or I'll die from the pain.”

He was quite literally ranting as he was panting like a dog, his eyes growing more and more into one of pure love the longer he looked at you. His body trembles with the intense longing for your touch, but you still resist and instead continue to stare at his frame. His body is literally quivering right now, as if begging for more. But Tails just can't find the words to ask. He wants to tell you how much he desires you, but he's just way too nervous. He's just left with his panting breaths. “Please... don't stop...p-please”

You leaned in once more, nibbling at the crook of his neck as you pressed your index finger into his throat. Slowly adding more pressure onto it and making him squirm lightly under you. But he still had that huge grin plastered on his face, making it pretty obvious that he was getting a thrill out of this. Tails lets out a long, satisfied moan as he wraps his hands around your neck. He is letting you fully take control of the situation and he looks so ready to let you decide where to go from here.

Your free fingers caressed him all over, all while your mouth was still teasing his neck with all your might. You made sure to give him breaks by allowing your index finger to cease pressure at times. But every time, he clung back onto your hand and pressed it right back down. Every time you stopped it felt like he was dying, like that was his one chance to feel happiness again... it felt so unfair! It was so cruel of you to tease him like this... and yet ...he loved it. He felt every inch of you marking his neck, giving him all of your love and attention. That spot on his neck was forever imprinted in his memory. Tails is still panting, trying to maintain his thoughts. He feels incredibly overwhelmed with emotions right now due to just your presence alone, but now it seems like he is going to get even more. His head starts to get light as he doesn't even try fighting back anymore. He seems to be on the verge of completely submitting himself to you.

“No... no... please, not more. Just a little more, I beg for the love of god. I can't take more of this. Oh god, oh god. Yes, yes, yes.”

His sharp teeth bite away at his lower lip as he stares at you with wide eyes. He was now completely in the moment as he felt an explosion of pleasure course through his body. He wanted this moment to never end. He was going to make this moment last as long as possible. Every single part of his body seemed to be at attention and all thoughts were thrown out the window as he felt every cell in his body become excited. Tails’ mouth opens again as he lets out yet another moan of the sensation while feeling your touch. It's almost as if the man would do whatever you told him to do... just for a little more of your touch. He could see your eyes piercing through his soul, his eyes darting back and forth in an attempt to maintain eye contact with you in the midst of all the pleasure. You gave him an intimate kiss on the lips as you pressed down your finger once more, your fingertips teasing him by stroking him right under the neck. All while still being pinned down by you, it was too much...

But he wanted this.

Tails’ eyes roll in the back of his head as a pleasant and warm sensation of pleasure radiates throughout his entire body. He wraps his arms around you and returns the sensation. His lips find yours and he gives you a loving and meaningful smooch. Despite having an audience, he wanted to stay like this for eternity. He was content and for the first time in years, he felt at peace.

He loved you ...

[saintmagx]

call it what you want 🎶

Grayson Waller x Reader

An: I just loved this idea and had to write about it! Also not sure what Scarlett goes by irl so I’m giving her the nickname Beth cause I think that’s what I’d actually call her 🤔

‼️ warnings: swearing, use of real names, not proof read, we are dramatic asf, Grayson is dumb and oblivious but we love him, not really much substance just a little short story‼️

“No, absolutely not.”

“Matty please?”

“Yn I’m sorry i just can’t. I’ve spent so much time trying to be the bad guy, if I go, I lose all credibility. I’m sure if you ask Trin and Beth, they would go with you.”

“Trin is bringing Jon and Beth is bringing Kevin. I will literally be third wheeling everyone. Know what? Just forget I asked. It’s fine.” Upset, i storm off.

Taylor Swift. Taylor fucking Swift was the cause of this argument. The Eras tour was finally heading to Florida and i had tickets for us and our friends to go, however between purchasing the tickets and the actual concert itself, Matty decided - no wait sorry Grayson fucking Waller decided to start beef with the swifties - Rendering his attendance impossible.

Grabbing my phone I do what literally everyone else does when they need to rant about their man. Put it in the group chat for the girls to back you up.

Me

Matty says he isn’t going to the concert 😢

Trin

Girl I’m sorry. That boy is dumb as hell. Why he starting beef knowing we had this concert?

Beth

Men are dumb - screw him, we will still have fun girl 💕

Me

Honestly I don’t even wanna go now, yall can find someone to take our place.

Trin

No no no we ain’t gon do that. You’re gonna get you fine ass dressed to impress and you are gonna come to the concert with us.

Beth

Honestly yn it wouldn’t be the same without you there, please come - I’ll make sure your glass is always full 😜

Trin

I second that! Come on girl.

Me

Know what you girls are right, screw Matty. I’m still gonna go and enjoy myself. Drinks on yall though - promise is a promise 😚

Friday Night Smackdown

Backstage I stand with Trin who is currently warming up for her match tonight.

“We haven’t really spoke about it to be honest. I know I’m being over dramatic but he knew how excited I was for this concert.” I complain

A familiar scent fills my senses. A strong pair of arms wrap round my waist enclosing me in a tight embrace.

“There’s my girl, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He says.

“Well you’ve found me, now I gotta go get ready for my match.” I say u wrapping myself from Mattys grasp.

“I’ll see you out there Trin.” I announce before quickly leaving, leaving him confused.

“Boy, you done fucked up.” Trin

“What did I do wrong?” He says.

Shaking her head she replies “the fact that you don’t even know what you’ve done wrong makes this whole thing even worse.”

“Come on Trin, help me out.” He pleads

“The concert Matt, she was looking forward to you and her going and you’ve let her down. Do you know she wasn’t even going to go because of it? This is something she loves and wanted to experience it with you. You better get your shit together and sort it out before the gig.”

“Fuck!” He says letting out a huge sigh. He didn’t mean to hurt yn, he knew she was looking forward to the concert but didn’t think it would be a big deal if he wasn’t there.

“This whole swiftie thing has just got out of hand, but don’t worry Trin, I’ll fix it!”

“You better.”

Day of Era’s concert

Perfect you say to yourself.

You and the girls had decided to dress up as your favourite Era. You had gone with Lover era. Standing looking the mirror you had found the perfect dress, a pink off the shoulder tulle mini dress, it was the epitome of lover - and of course your outfit wouldn’t be complete without and arm full of friendship bracelets ready to swap with all the other attendees.

You had sent off a text to Trin and Beth to tell them you were ready to leave. A small knock at the bedroom door startles you slightly, knowing it would be Matty you tell him to come in. Turning around you are met with Matty dressed up with pink trousers - similar to the shade of your dress. A white Taylor swift T-shirt and and a few little friendship bracelets on his arm.

“We ready to go babe?” He asks

“I thought you weren’t coming?”

“I wasn’t, but I didn’t stop to think how much you wanted me to be there, and how much I wanted to be there with you. I want to have all these experiences with you and I can’t do that if I’m sitting at home.”

He walks closer to me and takes hold of my hands, looking into my eyes he continues.

“I love you so much yn, no swiftie beef is gonna stop me from making your dreams and wishes come true.”

He leans down and tenderly kisses my lips.

“I love you too Matty, you have no idea how much this all means to me.”

The truth is he did know how much it meant to yn. He could see it in her eyes and he made a silent promise to himself that he would never again be the reason her eyes were filled with sadness.

Thank you for reading whatever the hell this was. Appreciate the likes and reposts.

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[mrsbsmooth]

If you sent your S6 LI a nude while they were at work:

Did these for S4 but someone got in before me for S5, but now that we've got all the LIs, here we go. I don't have gifs this time, just HCs lol.

Andy

Has his hands full right this very second, holding a particularly nasty cat. Leans over to quickly glance at his phone, sees the image preview. Eyes go wide, and he leans in to make sure he's seeing things correctly. Completely loses all concentration, he's coming home with scratches up his arms. But don't worry, he's gonna get his girl to put a few more on his back when he gets home.

Bella

Can't really look at her phone while doing a set, but she feels it buzz a custom vibrate pattern in her pocket, and smiles a little. It's late , and there's only one reason that her girl would be awake at this hour... so Bella knows exactly what's in that text message. And she knows she's not sleeping at her place tonight.

Chloe

She doesn't have her phone while she's practicing or on stage, but as soon as she comes off it you best believe she's squealing. Everyone's asking her what happened, and she's proudly announcing that her girl just sent her a nude. But she's not sharing. The other ballerinas aren't getting a look at her girl.

Elliot

He's in the middle of streaming. His phone chimes, sees its from his girl, pauses to look at it (because he always pauses the game for her), and immediately just freezes. He glances up at the camera, then back at his phone, then back at the camera.

"Sorry guys, gotta go. Something has... uh... come up. Don'tforgettosubscribebyee!" Slams the computer shut, he is gone.

Flo

She's probably overseas, so she can't rush home like the others, but she can take a break, jumping into the nearest bathroom, locking the doors and taking a sneaky nude back. She's been in enough photos, she knows how to take them. The pic she's sending back is good enough to frame.

Francis

Doesn't have a phone. Even if he did, doesn't have reception in the middle of the forest.

Jamal

Got his airpods in while practicing in the half pipe. Siri reads it out. 'Text message from My Girl. Attachment: 1 image. Text message reads: I want you.'

Jamal immediately wipes out on the half pipe. He's fine. He climbs out, packs his shit and is on his fucking way.

Lewie

Just finished training, checks his phone. Eyes go wiiiiiide. The lads see him and know exactly why, but he quickly locks his phone and packs his shit. Doesn't bother showering. He can do that at her place when he drags her in there with him.

Marshall

Like Flo, sneaking into the bathroom to send her a dick pic back. He’s a sexting pro, in minutes she’s on her way to drop by wherever his event is. Crazy quickie in the backseat of his car. Gives her a kiss, fixes his clothes, back to work like nothing happened. Sends her a text a little later to let her know he’s ready for round two

Ozzy

Would barely be able to tell anything was awry. The tiniest smirk, the subtlest flash of fire in his eyes, and a text back.

"Damn"

Roberto

He can't talk right away, (he's flying a fucking plane, obviously). But he can check it at the hotel that night. He's immediately sending her one back, and then, he's picking up the phone to call her. He's not hanging up until they're both satisfied.

Ryan

Like Bella, he's probably performing, so he can't respond right away. But when he sees it, he's sending her a message back straight away, gushing about how beautiful she looks... and telling her in no uncertain terms exactly, step-by-step, what he is going to do to her when he gets home.

Bonus: Hamish

Checks the message, fires a text back, slips it back into his pocket. No prospective buyers any the wiser. She opens the text back: 'On your back on the dining room table. Fifteen minutes.' He's making a... quick stop at home before his next showing.

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 10

i can't abandon them.

we don't sacrifice one life for the greater good if we don't have to.

you’re obviously hiding something from me, and it’s making me feel crazy.

i was sober enough to know better.

i’m sorry if i was shitty earlier today.

whenever i’m happy, everyone sounds the alarm.

the more people i cut out, the quieter my life got.

i love you, but i don’t have time for this.

i’ve never felt this helpless in my life.

you asked me before if i was happy, and i realized, i’m not. i’m not happy.

we both know if you’re shopping for an affair, i’m the first call you’d make.

you two are a powder keg ready to explode. 

i guess i’m scared that i don’t have what it takes to not fuck this up. 

you could do this without me.

it’s about winning. and i do. a lot.

when i’m with you, i want a future.

are you asking me to choose between you and my family?

i believe in solving problems. not whining about them.

what’s more important? your dreams or your pride? you only get one.

you don’t suck as much as most people.

your purpose is to live for you.

okay, that move? putting up walls? that used to be my move.

i think you’re just addicted to the drama of being miserable.

spoiler alert. life is meaningless.

wow, we really are bad people to date.

if you let me save your life, you’d be saving mine.

i’m an expert on self punishment.

it is me. i am standing with you. just please let me in.

just leave me alone with my humiliation.

“i’ll be happy when we can be together,” that’s what i always told myself. but what if we can’t be?

what if all we have is now?

you know more than anyone that the game isn’t over until it’s over.

you’re not the worst thing you’ve ever done.

i wouldn’t even want to do it without you. you make me better at this.

you love taking care of people.

i was worried. i came to check in on you. is that allowed?

don’t you dare ignore me. i have feelings!

if you’re always a disappointment, then it’s impossible to disappoint. 

what if i just, like, completely melt? what if i just fuck up and fail?

do i have time to go outside and scream “fuck”?

i can take what comes next.

contrary to popular belief, you’re not a total waste of space.

you have a future. don’t throw it away.  

every single cell in your body wants to blow things up and see what happens, that's what you are.

chivalry may be dead, but i didn’t kill it.

nothing is final. not even death.

that’s your family portrait, and you’re not in it.

life will crush your dreams and destroy your spirit.

why do i always let my heart get in the way of my happiness?

blowing up relationships seemed easier than having to lose people over and over again.

i had a dream. i was by your side, and it felt like we were changing the world.

i have to know what something is to believe in it.

there’s no one i’d rather walk through the fire with than you.

you think it’s the end? or the beginning? 

praying helps with some things. others, you have to take into your own hands.

i need us to be “us” again.

don’t think about what could go wrong. think about what could go right.

i’m just seeing things differently now.

i’ve done a terrible job of loving you when you’re in trouble.

you deserve the room to screw up.

i spent so much time trying not to be who i was, i don’t even know who i am.

you’re not okay. you’re stubborn.

i should have known better. i should have been better.

this place, it’s not you. it’s who you had to be to get to what’s next.

risking your life comes easy to your crazy ass.

i guess i’m just your fantasy.

you look like hell spit you out.

careful. i’ve had enough people coming for me today.

you look like shit.

sometimes we gotta let the people we love figure out their problems their own way.

it doesn’t make you any stronger going through this alone.

just be patient with me.

you’re something else. when you believe in something, nothing’s gonna change your mind.

don’t let love make you out to be a fool. leave before you’re left.

nostalgia’s got me in its vice.

what’s left of your soul will melt your poisonous heart.

i came to save your life. i wasn’t about to let you die a hero.

i’m barely living.

yeah. our timing is shit.

do you want chaos?

i’m sorry you’re afraid of being alone.

why should i trust you today, when things are shit, if i couldn’t trust you yesterday?

your now is not your forever.

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 48

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Y/n goes a little apeshit at JojaMart lmao

Author’s Note: *Crawls out of a pit covered in dirt and blood. Slaps this chapter down in front of you, on a SUNDAY no less!*

My health situation hasn’t improved whatsoever, but I will prevail, damnit!!

I wrote most of this and posted to ao3 early this morning, and haven't had a chance to proofread really. I'll do my best to get that done soon ^.^ Sorry if there are any weird wordings. Also sorry for the complete lack of Seb and Magnus in this one, I hope the shenanigans make up for it <3

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I hate that stupid, cryptic, blue note I got.

Ever since it came, I think about it every time I check the mailbox, without fail. I don’t want to, I kinda just want to forget it exists, but I just… I dunno. I have a bad feeling about it. A gut feeling. Like, something’s totally up with it. It’s just been sitting in my closet for safekeeping until I decide what to do, though.

For some reason, I’ve been too nervous to bring it back up to Magnus. He’s forgotten it exists, from what I can tell. I think I’ll do my best to keep it that way for now. It feels more like my burden to bear than his, and besides, he’s already got the whole region to take care of.

After today’s confirmation that I don’t have bills or anything important like that, I head inside to get ready to leave the farm. Reeeally hoping my routine will shake out my heebiejeebies.

I got the OK from Magnus to use his fancy shrine for Spirit’s Eve. Got an idea of what I think I want to make myself look like, too. Maybe a tiefling or something. If tieflings don’t really exist, I’m sure some sort of succubi, or imps, or some sort of creature that looks like one’s gotta, no? I suppose I could always fall back on just pretending I’m an elf… man, a tail and horns would be so fun though. 

Either way, tomorrow is the big day and I am so ready for it.

I mean, like, almost ready. Whatever.

Today I’m going to Magnus’ place to get some practice in. Just a precautionary measure to try not to, like, blow myself up or something.

I’m gonna keep my outfit cozy and easy to move around in, but I have half a mind to make sure I wouldn’t mind losing these clothes in particular if something goes wrong with the transformation. Just some leggings, some crew-cut socks, an old hoodie, and my favorite boots, since I won’t have my shoes on in the shrine anyway. All of it is in black. Sebastian cosplay. 

I’ll pop my red studs in too, gotta commit to the bit. I haven’t had time to talk to The Emo and see if he actually did get his shit pierced last night, but assuming he did, and assuming he was able to use these for it, I wanna go all out, baby.

Now, before I head to the tower, I’ve got some errands to run around town. I woke up a bit late so there’s gonna be more people out than I’m looking forward to, but hopefully I have no creepy Alex encounters or awkward conversations with Shane again.

I promised Sam I’d visit him at work sometime soon, so I might as well head there first. He hates it there, and it’s been a while since we’ve caught up, so I’ll hopefully be a welcome distraction. I’ll bring him a coffee too to keep his spirits high.

After it’s done brewing, I grab two foam cups and pour the coffee in. Knowing Sam, he probably needs this stuff sweet, and I’m in the mood for sweet too, so I pour in a bunch of vanilla-flavored creamer. To make the beverages ~gourmet,~ I add a little whipped cream to each, as well as a light drizzle of chocolate syrup. After securing the plastic lids and giving Cannoli some well-deserved love, I head out.

While I pass by the bus stop, I make eye contact with Pam. I’ve never spoken to her, but… I dunno. I can’t tell if I like her or not. She gives me a nasty stink eye and I can only further assume she’s as mean as she outwardly appears. Unless she was just cursed with an intense resting bitch face...

I smile Pam’s way anyway. She doesn’t smile back, but that’s okay. It doesn’t benefit anyone to be so judgemental of her.

I pass a few local moms once I make it to the town square. None really mind me, which could mean they either didn’t notice, or they don’t care. Either is fine by me. I don’t hear what they’re saying, but Caroline talks very animatedly just before the rest of the group bursts into laughter.

I turn my attention back ahead as I pass by Pierre’s and nearly bump into Marnie as she’s leaving the shop.

We both squeak out a little “Oh!” before apologizing in unison.

“I wasn’t really paying attention,” I double down. 

“Oh, that’s fine. I rarely ever am!” She then motions to the two cups in my hands and adds, laughing, “At least the coffee’s safe!”

I awkwardly nod in agreement. Then, a brief flash of myself actually spilling coffee somewhere down the road raids my mind, my necklace tingling against my skin and my fingers practically buzzing.

Great.

“Everything alright, sweetie?”

That probably looked weird. “Yeah, sorry,” I try to recover, “just sleepy today!”

I take a sip of coffee to emphasize my point. Plus, I might as well drink what I can before these puppies go down. Hopefully I’ll be able to save at least one of them when the time comes.

“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that!” She puts a gentle hand on my shoulder. “I need to get back to the shop, but take it easy and don’t overwork yourself, you hear?” 

I nod, thanking her and waving her off with a shy grin before I continue moving. Once I get closer to the spot I’m supposed to be spilling these drinks — just before that little bridge over the river by JojaMart — I begin to walk more cautiously. If I can just keep these steady and focus on the ground… 

A sneeze creeps up on me. Oh god. Oh god oh fuck oh no.

Just as I’m beginning to carefully place one of the cups on the side of the bridge for safe keeping, the sneeze forces its way out of me. Luckily, one beverage — the one I hadn’t drank from yet — stays safely in my hand. Unluckily, the one I was working on trying to keep safe fell to the stones at my feet, opening up and dispersing its contents fucking everywhere.

God damnit. 

“Nice one.”

God fucking damnit.

I look up to the voice. It turns out Shane’s outside having a smoke. He’s at the opposite end of the bridge watching my clumsiness unfold with an aloof look about him. He’s bent over to lean on the stone wall, his right elbow propped up and his corresponding cheek in his palm. His left forearm is flat against the structure while his left hand lazily dangles his cigarette between two fingers.

Is that pink nail polish on one of them? I wonder if that’s Jas’ doing. 

I merely groan back my response, picking up the now-empty cup to discard in the trash bin near the store. As I proceed on my walk of shame past Shane, I point out, “At least my clothes stayed safe.”

Shane follows and asks, “How many ants do you think you murdered with that accident?” 

I grin a little at his dry humor. “Oh it was a massacre,” I bounce back. “The war in Gotoro pales in comparison.”

“Ha!” Oh my god, I made Shane — the grumpiest fuck I’ve ever met — laugh?! “Right on. Seems like pointless violence anyway.” 

I turn to see if I can catch him smiling for the first time, like, ever. It’s not there anymore, but there’s a residual brightness in his features.

Shane snuffs out his cig on the ashtray built into the garbage’s lid, abandoning it there before shoving his hands in the pockets of his bright blue shorts.

“Those sons’a bitches,” he nods in the direction of my carnage, “they had it coming.”

My nose scrunches as I laugh a little, giving him a funny look. “Damn, what’d they do to you?”

There’s a playful glint in his eye, as he deadpans me. “Exist.”

I shrug and nod — I get it, they can be pretty annoying! — and follow the man as he makes his way through the white-rimmed, glass-centered automatic doors. I try not to cringe outwardly at how many self-righteous pro-Joja fliers are on them.

Shane stops a few steps into the store. Turns around. I stop too and look up, tilting my head. What’re you looking at, punk? I think to myself. Dunno if I’d be pushing my limits by trying to say it out loud. Better not.

Shane gives me a weird look too, but I can barely see it. My senses are taking their damn time getting used to the obnoxiously fluorescent lighting.

“Don’t you shop at Pierre’s?” Shane wonders out loud.

I blink a few times as I adjust to the environment and then nod. “Visiting Sam,” I explain.

“Ah.” He nods too, in understanding, and then looking the other way he continues, “Enjoy.”

Shane makes his way towards a door to the right of the manager’s office. Says “Employee’s only,” so I’m assuming it’s a break room or something. I don’t miss the incorrect apostrophe, but choose not to linger on it either.

“You too.” He looks back over his shoulder, so I pair my well wishes with a lazy salute.

“Buh.”

…Buh?

I smile. I think he’s warming up to me!

Feeling a tad lost now that I’m alone, I look around before making any advances. Should’ve asked Shane if he knew where Sam would be around now. I dunno how the shifts work around here.

The cashiers to my left — a visibly exhausted red headed woman, probably in her late 30s or early 40s; and a scrawny, scruffy looking teenager, with thick-framed glasses sitting atop his freckled nose — both look miserable.

The boy is boredly leaning against the counter, zoned out on the ground in front of it. The woman looks totally spaced out on nothing in particular. It almost seems like she’s fighting off sleep, too. Poor lady. 

The woman and I lock onto each other. She looks away from my face before I can even register it, but I notice her eyes flicker longingly to the coffee cup in my hand a few times after the fact. I peer between her and the beverage twice before I all but scurry away into the aisles. I’m too awkward for this. My only option is to retreat. Never said I wasn’t a coward.

While I venture past the boatloads of boxed, bagged and canned foods in search of the resident dog boy, I observe some of the products. Some don’t look safe for consumption, while others seem like they’d be fun to try as a one-off sort of deal. It overlaps a few times as well. I mean, why wouldn’t I want to try this cereal which very explicitly states on the box that it’s more sugar than grains? It makes me stifle a giggle. I like the brutal honesty. 

I stop and stare at it for a sec. Gnawing my lip. Wondering if I should just…

No. I shan’t.

I break away from temptation and trek on. As I reach the end of the aisle, I pan across the back of the store. More shelf-stable products, a small produce section… ah!

Sam looks like he’s supposed to be mopping the floor near the freezers. To be fair, he is holding a mop, and it is touching the floor! But instead of cleaning, he uses the tool as a microphone; singing against the end of the brown wooden handle, both hands passionately gripping it as he bends his torso to quietly belt one part in particular. Sam’s eyes are shut, his bulky black headphones are secured over his ears, and he has not a single worry in the world. 

Holding his coffee in both hands now, I stop walking and lean against a nearby shelf. Observing. Waiting. Eventually he’ll have to see me.

He does a little spin move and carelessly bumps into the bucket of soapy water he’s working with, causing it to slosh around a little. Some of it lands on the floor, and some on the pants of Sam’s jumpsuit. Doesn’t faze him in the slightest. 

He does another spin the opposite way and nearly knocks over the conveniently placed display of sprinkles that are situated right in front of the ice cream freezer.

I feel like I should probably stop him before something bad happens, but he looks so damn content and so stinkin’ cute that I can’t be assed. 

Just as I’m thinking this, he opens his eyes, completely avoiding my direction while he immediately peers over his shoulder. Sam scans around, getting a full view of the proximate areas. It seems like he’s just making sure he’s not about to get caught by his boss or something, if I had to guess.

Eventually he lands on me. We both smile wide, and I triumphantly hold up his (unspilled!!) coffee in one hand, presenting it with a small flourish of the other and a bow of my head.

“For you, my good sir.” I make sure to sound extra fancy, dropping my voice an octave and annunciating my words a bit too much.

He looks around again before meeting me in the middle with a fist bump, completely ignoring my bit. Aw man.

“Hell yeah, thanks dude!” 

I shoot some awkward finger guns at him, “You got it, bud.”

“You didn’t make yourself one?”

I sigh, lamenting, “I did…”

Sam scans my face as we share a short silence. Then, the lightbulb almost visibly goes off in his noggin. “You spilled it, didn’t you?”

Pursing my lips, I nod. “I spilled it, yeah.” 

“Buuummer, dude.” He pats my head and I sigh, leaning into his touch. I’ll be damned if I don’t still love head-pats, even if it’s been a while since I’ve gotten one. “Wanna split this one then?” he offers, palm still on my crown. At this point he’s just trying to messy me up.

“No thanks, I’ll just grab another later if I’m really craving it.” Not having noticed the trance I’ve been in as my hair gets slowly and steadily ruined — it feels nice, okay? — I finally look up at him, cheekily glaring as I manually remove his large hand from me. I add on as I try to repair the frizzy aftermath, “Sick performance, by the way!” 

“You think so?” he beams. Makes me laugh.

“Of course! It looked like you were having a lot of fun.”

Sam’s face is a bit flushed as he takes the compliment, not even trying to hide it; he has a big goofy grin on his face, too.

It drops and Sam looks behind him as a deep voice with a bit of a southern twang booms from one of the aisles nearby. “Samson?”

“Shit, here.”

Sam hurriedly places his coffee into my hand and rushes back near his water bucket, looking around for his manager as he moves. I try to make things less suspicious by pretending to look at some nearby end caps. 

I take a peek over when I hear Sam greet the man, “Hiya! What’s up, Morris?”

Crossing his arms and puffing out his chest to try and make himself look mighty, a man in a navy blue suit, a bright red bow tie, and a poorly-applied black toupee corrects him. “That’s Mr. Saxton, son.” 

I roll my eyes. Awesome to know the guy running this Joja is just as insufferable as the dudes who work on the corporate side.

Sam puts an anxious hand on the back of his neck, and halfheartedly smiles as he apologizes, his speaking patterns much more formal than before. Poor guy… it hurts to see him having to tone it down so much for this dipshit.

I turn my attention back in front of me so as to give him some privacy. Not sure he’d want me to hear him getting his ear talked off.

This display is full of holiday cards... I might as well waste some time with these bad boys. I pick up one with a cartoon beagle wearing a birthday hat on it, stealing a sip of Sam’s coffee as I read the pun on the front: “Have a doggone good birthday!” Alright, nice and cheesy start…

I flip the card open. It starts blaring Baha Men’s “Who Let The Dogs Out.” Fucking hell. Jumpscare me, why doncha! I shudder at how tinny the music sounds — likely made worse by its volume — then close the card and place it back in its spot, not bothering to read more.

“Excuse me, miss?”

I peer over my left shoulder, and see that Mr. Saxton is making his way towards me. A vein is popping in his forehead, but he has a toothy smile on his face that screams customer service. Not sure what’s going on and feeling a little anxious about the situation, I don’t answer with words — I just turn my body to him and watch him expectantly. 

My eyes flicker to Sam real quick, who’s closer to the opposite end of the freezers now. He’s looking over here though, and when his eyes catch mine, he mouths “Go!” and motions his arm towards the front end of the store. Maybe he got caught socializing or something… wouldn’t doubt that there’s probably heavy surveillance in here. Man.

I look back at Sam’s boss as he says, “I’m going to need you to discard your beverage.”

My brows furrow and I tilt my head. “Why?”

Ah, he’s the asking-questions-is-talking-back type: He huffs a deep breath and tilts his head as if to mimic me, clasping his fingers together in front of his ribs. The smile and vein are both still on his face.

“It is not only unacceptable to bring your own food into a grocery store,” he strains, “but I cannot have you spilling your drink all over our products.”

…I haven’t spilled anything. What does he think I am, some crusty little kid? 

Damn, this is bringing out a rage that I haven’t experienced since working behind a Joja desk. I didn’t know I was even capable of it anymore. Must be something about the overstimulatingly bright blues, or the blindingly white strips of lights. Same ones we had above each cubicle in the office.

My anxiety is rapidly replaced with a petty yearn to cause a ruckus as I realize that I don’t work for Joja anymore. I never have to even come here again, actually.

I don’t answer to this fucko! I don’t answer to anyone!

Screw this guy!

Feeling courageous, I put on my own customer service mask as I inquire, “Do you want me to spill this on your products?”

“E-excuse me?!”

I hover the cup near the cards, tilting it a little. Doing a little eyebrow wiggle too for good measure. “It feels like you dooo.”

“I— w-what are you doing?”

Seb would be so proud if he were here. Not sure how Magnus would react, but I’d like to imagine he’d support me too.

Completely on impulse, I bring the cup in front of me and splash a little coffee in the man’s direction instead of the cards’. The now-lukewarm liquid splatters onto the white button-down beneath his jacket and rapidly seeps into the fabric, leaving a light brown, unsightly splotch.

Sick, got him where it hurts and none got on the floor! Less work for Sam!

Making sure my voice is just as cheery as Morris was trying to keep his, I cap this off, “Stop treating your employees like crap and stop treating complete strangers like children, asshole.”

This feels so good. My heart is racing and my pits feel a little moist and I might just end up an anxious mess the second I walk away, but I’ll be damned if this isn’t cool as fuck in the moment. When Leah asked me last week if Magnus ever wanted to go apeshit, it didn’t even occur to me how badly I wanted to go apeshit.

I walk down the nearest aisle as Morris continues sputtering something about me leaving, paying for this, whatever.

Shane’s kneeled down in the middle of the aisle stocking shelves. He faces me for a moment and grins slyly. “That was cool as hell.” Why does this feel so validating? “A woman after my own heart.” 

HUH?

I blink that fucking flashbang away — seriously, the last time I saw him he was still being a dick, and today he’s treating every interaction like we’re fully acquainted, if not more, what the heck — as he turns away to scan items onto the shelf again.

“I really didn’t do much…” I really didn’t. Just kinda caused a minor inconvenience for the guy. 

My hands are shaking though, so it must be catching up to me.

“That still took some balls.” He glimpses at me briefly and adds, “Y’look like you might cry, though. Get outta here before I change my mind about you.”

I huff out a quiet laugh and steady Sam’s — well, my, now — coffee in both hands. “On it, boss.”

[mikolovesracing]

are you gonna kiss me or not? pt 1

//::george is constantly teasing oscar about how cute him and lando would be together, until an incredibly questionable night with the boys::\\

🧡🖤requests and inbox is open🖤🧡

ok dont judge me. but ik lando has listened to country music on occasion and i love country music. unapologetically:) two parter for you guys who like that kinda shit:)

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“lando! i told you five minutes ago to be ready in five minutes!” charles shouted from the bathroom as he smoothed down his button up and placed his sunglasses in the middle like an accessory.

“and i told you i thought this was a fucked idea and you’re all muppets!” lando replied, criss cross on his bed but most certainly could be ready to go if forced to.

“we’re in VEGAS! get off your ass, fluff out your hair or whatever and come with us! look! i got shots!”

“it won’t even be fun, we’re just going to lose a bunch of money and be hungover tomorrow from running around, what about this seems like a good idea? besides, we have a RACE this weekend, may i remind you? partying on a wednesday is like, weird?”

charles huffed and pulled his phone out of his pocket, furiously typing away. lando tapped on the group chat and watched, silently enjoying the show.

charlie lec: lando is being a bitch

maxxy v: well in his defense he’s not much of a gambler

danny ric: I DON’T CARE HE’S FUCKING COMING

sir hamilton: someone come get they boy fr

chronically shirtless: oscar*

alex albon: oscar*

carloOOOOOs: oscar*

lance stroll: oscar*

no1 american: oscar*

yukiiiiiiiiiiiii: oscar*

gasLY: oscar*

oscar piastri: what is wrong with all of you, honestly?

oscar piastri: were NOT dating

oscar piastri: NOT TOGETHER

oscar piastri: just happen to be two homos on the same team. you’re all freaks.

chronically shirtless: well somebodys gotta match MY freak

gasLY: what i’m here for!

charlie lec: JUST COME GET HIM

chronically shirtless: drag him if you must oscar

oscar piastri: if he doesn’t want to go don’t make him???? you all suck???? peer pressure much?????

charlie lec: OSCAR

charlie lec: PASTRY

charlie lec: piastri*

charlie lec: just come get him! 616.

oscar piastri: fine.

maxxy v: charles is very convincing

chronically shirtless: should i come too?

chronically shirtless: correction, can i come too?

lando onewins: if even one of you besides oscar steps in this room, i will make it my personal ojective to kick your ass from here to next week.

“you really are just a massive pain in the ass, charlie.” lando huffed, letting his body fall backwards.

“yes.” charles replied, spraying cologne on himself, there was a knock on the door and he practically skipped to the door, opening it and letting oscar come in. he stepped inside and walked over to the far end of the room, standing over lando, arms crossed over his chest and grinning down at him.

“come on, get up.” oscar said holding out a hand.

“i really don’t like gambling, oscar.” lando defended himself. oscar grabbed lando’s hand and pulled him forward, lando let his body stay limp and smirked to himself as oscar was still succeeding againt lando’s deadweight…with one arm.

“come on, please? you don’t have to gamble you can just like drink or something, i dunno, i’m just not gonna be bullied by a group of twelve year olds in mid twenties bodies tonight.”

“if you’re asking me to babysit, absolutely not.”

“not babysit just join us! be there in like the moment and shit.”

“you sound so corny right now.”

“and you sound like a bitchy gay. get up.”

lando felt his face go white and he nodded with pursed lips, flopping himself over and sitting up on the bed. he could leave in what he was in, a completely sheer black button down which he felt incredibly exposed in, a pair of black slacks and lime green trainers that he insisted upon even when charles said they were the most hideous shoes he had ever seen. he twiddled with his bracelets, snapping a particularly stretchy one that a fan had given him against his wrist to calm his anxiety. he hated vegas. it was so campy and stupid and a waste of money, sure there were neat parts like seeing the different hotels, the cirque shows, booze, but gambling was so far out of his forte that it ruined the entire desert city for him. oscar equally as hated gambling, quite literally the opposite of fun for him but he had been really enjoying roulette this trip around and was hoping to sit at a table for maybe twenty minutes before getting bored and watching someone else lose money.

but oscar loved seeing lando, and the pictures that lando took when they went out with their friends. lando was always incredibly observant and had a way of capturing moments that otherwise would be lost to time and memory. oscar had saved and printed a lot of the pictures that lando would take, sticking them to the wall in his room above his bed so that he could always reflect on good memories, find some solace of peace when he was thinking too hard at odd hours of the night by himself that he longed to be spent holding the older mclaren driver to his chest, running his fingers through his hair and pressing soft kisses on his forehead.

danny ric: did you peer pressure little lando norris enough into coming pastry boy?

sir hamilton: ^^^

yukiiiiiiiiiiiii: i’ll come pull him off the bed if you need help

gasLY: you can’t reach the bed yuki

yukiiiiiiiiiiiii: ouch:(

maxxy v: did pierre upset little yuki :,((

danny ric: womp womp

chronically shirtless: yeah womp womp:(

alex albon: the slander lol

charles lec: you can all be here in five if they don’t end up having sex on the bed

chronically shirtless: I’M SORRY WHAT?

no1 american: SORRY??????

danny ric: not surprised

carlOOOOOs: >:( ew

maxxy v: well thats now a vision in my head that i can’t get out

estie bestie ocon: have i missed something?

yukiiiiiiiiiiiii: i hate all of you separately and on a deeply personal level.

lando onewins: i will ensure

lando onewins: that each one of you

lando one wins: dies slowly

oscar piastri: and painfully

oscar piastri: very painfully

lando onewins: this is homophobia and you’re all dead the moment you enter the threshold of this suite.

oscar piastri: AND STOP CALLING ME FUCKING PASTRY BOY

chronically shirtless: lol

maxxy v: lol

danny ric: k pastry boy

yukiiiiiiiiiiiii: YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN WITH THE BULLYING??? YOU’RE ALL SO MEAN

gasLY: sorry yuki can’t hear you from down there get a chair to stand on

yukiiiiiiiiiiiii: eat shit and die pierre.

gasLY: love you too!!!!!!!

chronically shirtless: wait esteban is still in this chat wtf?

estie bestie ocon: yes? why? problem georgie?

chronically shirtless: YOU NEVER REPLY! i have perfect reason to think you’re not in it besides you always threaten to leave when i start sending memes

sir hamilton: and you reply too much

chronically shirtless: we are TEAMMATES lewis! you should be on my side:(

danny ric: exile the brit.

sir hamilton: which one?????

lando onewins: suddenly im only belgian.

chronically shirtless: you can’t mean me, i literally keep this chat alive!

danny ric: goodbye george russel.

danny ric removed chronically shirtless

lando onewins: hey im british again!

estie bestie ocon: lol

charles re-entered the room and smiled at the sight of a standing lando and frowning at his once again horrendous choice of balenciagas. he clasped his hands together, pulling the two mclaren drivers who were seemingly having a staring contest out of their hypnosis.

“there’s about to be a lot of people in this room. i would stop undressing each other with your eyes now.” charles stated, fixing his hair in the full length mirror one last time. oscar joined him in the mirror, trying to fix his flop of hair so it laid perfectly across the side of his face. lando wasn’t too pressed about his curls, knowing they were going to get blown around in the cool breeze of las vegas no matter what he did. he had thought about bringing his camera but remembered that he does indeed fall easily to peer pressure and will do the utmost to outdrink pierre gasly at all costs.

charles leclerc wasn’t lying, within the next ten minutes over half the grid was in the rather small hotel room, crowding the two beds and talking incredibly loudly amongst each other. lando slipped in an airpod and shuffled his playlist. brooks and dunn’s sweet melodic tone filled his ear and he was able to drown out the chaotic part of the room where someone was passing around fireball shooters of all liquors, one of them ending up in his hand. he cracked open the lid, regrettably sniffed it and threw it back down the hatch. he physically shivered at the spicy liquid and rubbed his face, tossing the empty bottle in the bin. oscar smiled directly at him and put a stabilizing hand on lando’s shoulder but neither was sure who it was meant to hold up, the touch was welcome anyways and lando slung an arm around oscar’s back.

oh god what if this is too much? what if someone notices and catches on? we say it as a joke but what if like, someone thinks we’re actually together or something? would that be such a bad thing?

lando wouldn’t let himself just have anything, letting his brain spiral and pick apart the implications that having his arm around oscar’s back might have. he was supposed to be the cool headed, older and mature, chill natured one and instead he felt like a giddy teenager talking to his crush for the first time. everyone kind of unspokenly knew there was something between them that neither would admit to, but everyone had a rough idea that lando liked oscar and vice versa. but with neither of them confirming nor denying rumours, it was eventually decided on that they’d just bully the two into being together as painfully obvious as they were.

“allright lando?” oscar said looking to the brit who nodded with a smile. “what are you listening to?”

“oh just all your favorite american bands.” lando replied with a smirk. oscar hated country music, lando enjoyed it some and shared the enjoyment with logan who was always humming some brooks and dunn or luke bryan song.

“ugh you and your weird taste in music i swear, it’s never something normal lando.”

“never. who would i be if not for my shit taste in music?”

“gentlemen may i have your attention please?” daniel yelled over the commotion and excitement in the room, “it’s been a banger of a season so far mates, i enjoy every second i get speeding down the track next to some of the most elite racers…and max verstappen!” there was a laugh over the group, “but on this the eve of starting a weekend of exhaustion, heat and hell, it is time. tonight? we party like men! let’s get out there, load ourselves with liquor, win some money and fuck shit up!”

there was a resounding cheer in the room from every driver and another round of booze was passed around. this was going everywhere horrible fast and lando was silently enjoying every second of seeing some of his closest friends enjoying themselves. a malibu shooter ended up in his hand and one in oscar’s as well. they shared a smile, linked their arms together and tossed the coconut rum down, oscar gagging slightly at the taste.

“i don’t drink often!” oscar said over the noise. lando laughed at the already tipsy aussie who was using him for support. lando could drink six more of these and never feel a thing but he was letting the familiar buzz of relaxation wash over his body. he would regret this tomorrow.

“i know! pace yourself!”

“i don’t know that i can! i’m just a mere young lad with potential to be ruined by the most horrible influences i know.”

“i’ve got you, don’t worry!”

this was the only time tonight when lando would pick up his polaroid camera, flipping it so that he could snap a shot of him and oscar with the seemingly uncontrolled chaos in the background. it was perfect

and lando was in love.

so was oscar.

[stuck1nthelimbo]

im so normal about them — 📌 post | masterlist | ko-fi

2 》Candle/Wax play - Dirty talk - A/B/O ― Honest Conversation [Fushiguro Toji x f!reader]

Having a dirty mouthed neighbor gotta be a headache, right? Right???

TAGS!!! 1.8k, no penetration, dirty talk, teasing, no beta

“Food’s ready, let’s go inside.”

I’ve invited Fushiguros over for dinner: my parents are out of town, my cousin has invited his friends over and instead of having the sensible thought and asking my friends, who’d be more than happy to stay over, my dumbass decided it would be more polite and a kind gesture to invite the family from the next door, who moved in not too long ago, the Fushiguros.

Mr Fushiguro Toji lives with his son, Megumi, who, despite his quiet demeanor, is a great kid. He occasionally visits to play video games with me. His father, on the other hand, oozes a terrifying aura. Each time this man passes me by, I feel the coldness pierce my skin, even if the heat scolds the place. His emerald eyes gloss over whenever we talk as if he is looking past me, somewhere deep into the abyss, and doesn’t give a damn about what I have to say. And while he looks mesmerized, I can’t help but admire the strong jawline, wide shoulders, long, bony fingers, and the very prominent vertical scar on the right side of his lips.

After my cousin and I are finished with the preparations, I prance to find Toji outside on our patio, in complete darkness. I can only tell his approximate location by the burning red cigarette hanging between his lips. My vision adjusts to the lack of light, and I discover him sitting on a patio swing, legs crossed, one arm stretched over the top of the backrest, another hand carefully holding the cigarette.

“Food’s ready, let’s go inside,” in the silence and the pitch-darkness of the night, I can still make out the silhouette, strong digits holding the cigarette between them and his chest rising with each drag and dropping as he puffs out the smoke. If I strain my senses, I can hear steady breathing despite the heavy smog.

“When are your parents comin’ back?” he's not in a hurry, the apathetic voice draws a scoff out of me. He has no interest in my parents' whereabouts: he’s concerned whether his actions will have repercussions. I flop beside him, the swing can handle both of us. His muscles become aware of the proximity. They tense and flex underneath a grey skin-tight shirt.

“Why do you ask?” my question perks him up and in a moment, I feel his large palm clasp around my knee. Bold move. Tiny hairs all over my body stand tall, and the contrast between his frozen hand and my hot flesh creeps a shiver down my spine. His fingers dance on the soft skin and sneak upward.

“You wanna know why?” the question is rhetorical, he's not expecting an answer.

“Yeah, why not?” I get curious. Man who has been shamelessly flirting with me for the last couple of weeks, making up excuses to be near me and openly showing interest in yours truly, I know something fascinating is about to happen. He is brash and crass. His lips and fingers firmly grasp the cigarette, then he takes a long drag, and the smoke gradually steams out of his nostrils.

“I’m counting how many times I can nail their daughter,” my eyes lose focus when his fingers nip on the plump meat of my thigh.

“What gives you an idea I’ll sleep with you, willingly?”

“Won’t sleep with me?” he sneers and puffs the rest of the smoke in my face, “you put your ass in my face and now won’t sleep with me?” I wave the threads of smoke out of my sight with a pout.

“I’ve never done such a thing. Don’t be rude,” just his shit-eating grin gets me hot and bothered, but I’m not going to entertain his perversions further. However, his grip gets tighter on my thigh, literally nailing me to the spot. Even if we can barely make out each other’s shapes in the night, dimly lit by the moonlight, his large palm entraps me, squeezing my face and puckering my lips.

“You’ve never accidentally rubbed your ass on my dick, you’ve never accidentally forgotten to wear a bra, you’ve never accidentally kept your blinds open and undressed at your window,” his hot breath spills over my face, “you’d be in a bliss if I fucked you right here and now.”

“You wouldn’t touch me…” fueling his anger makes me tremble with excitement.

“You’re gonna start begging me,” he grits his teeth.

“Oh, I would never beg you…”

There and then, the invasion halts. He eases back, pressing his back on the backrest of the swing, lighting another cigarette, a large palm shielding the burning red end from nature’s elements. Early grip leaves burning marks and it tingles up to my groin. Toji's sudden attitude change brings me confusion and a little bit of discomfort. I can’t predict his actions if he’s calm or non-responsive. He puffs out a great deal of smoke out of his nostrils, and his glossed-over eyes dart away from me, somewhere in the distance, in the darkness of the night.

“So that’s how it is… Little girl thinks she’s so good,” he firmly smacks his lips, “so good, suddenly she doesn’t want the big old me.”

“Why would I –”

“How many times have you looked at me from your window?” he jams himself in the middle of my sentence. Index finger pointing at the garden of his house, whilst holding the cigarette perfectly still between the aforementioned finger and middle one, “While I’m out in the garden, how many times have you stared at me and thought what would you do to me?” he pauses, rolls eyes at his mistake and corrects himself, “no, what would you let me do to you?”

I hold my breath. My throat burns and feels parched, but not from the smoke I inhaled seconds ago.

“What do you think I’d let you do?”

“Oh, sweetheart, anything,” his eyebrows knot whilst his eyelids droop, “You’d let me do anything to you,” he sounds each syllable out, the smirk on his face looks sinister and depraved, “you’d suck me off under the table, if I asked you, nicely,” he mocks me, “I wonder if you drool each time you stare at my crotch and think how big it is?” his head cocks to the side.

I can’t help but keep quiet, Fushiguro’s hoarse husky voice sounds too good to be stopped in the middle.

“I can answer your question and quench your thirst, metaphorical and literal,” he jeers at me, “and tell you I’m big enough,” he leans forward, bringing himself closer to me and whispers, “big enough to hurt your tight cunt,” he leans back again, throwing head behind and whistling another round of smoke through his lips, “oh, I can imagine, you bouncing your ass on top of me, trying to adjust to the size, whining… Now that gets me hard.”

I swear it feels like I’m in a trance. He can’t be more right, but who in their right mind will admit they want to be fucked by an older male, who's referred to as “sir” or “Mr” by even my mother.

“You stare at my pants an awful lot, tryin’ to learn the shape by heart? How many times you’ve fingered yourself, wishing it was me?” “Never…” I spit out something. All the time, I meant.

“Oh, never?” he springs his head up, readjusting himself in his seat, “Well, me, on the other hand, I’ve thought of fuckin’ your pretty face on multiple occasions, darlin’” again with the mockery, “Especially in the morning, it would be fantastic: you, under the sheets, trying to fit all of my cock in your mouth, then you make a mess, and as a punishment, I’d have to mercilessly fuck you into the mattress, until you’re a blabbering mess.”

How many times have I thought of the same situations? Multiple times, multiple moments, multiple nights. My heart pounds in my chest, in an attempt to smash the ribcage wide open and toss itself out.

I snap out of my delusions the moment I feel a strong hand grasp my wrist and yank me toward itself. My hand presses against something firm.

“Can you feel how hard I am?” I can feel the stiffness underneath my fingertips and tell the size. My hunches are right. Also, he is truthful in his words. He’s well-endowed, “imagine what would happen if these little punks weren’t home. I’d fuck you stupid in your living room,” thoughtful pause, “or any room for that matter.”

Two can play at this game. If he’s going to drive me over the edge, I have tricks up my sleeve as well. They're not as effective, but still decent.

“Oh, I prefer being fucked against the wall,” his body jerks faintly, undivided attention to what I have to say, “your hands are big enough to wrap around my neck, and you’re big enough to carry me around,” in the meantime, my eyes adjust to the poor light, his starved expressions become clearer, “or I can try being a brat, then you’ll get mad at me and put me in my place, won’t you?”

“You’re playing with fire,” Toji hisses through his teeth.

“Ah, I have even better: it’d be best if you did me in front of a mirror, sir,” and I feel his cock twitch under my fingers. His body‘s honest with me, “You’d make me watch, wouldn’t you? Make me watch every time you’re thrusting inside, right?” Toji’s teeth gnash audibly, “Make me watch how big you are?”

In the meantime, his free hand figures its way behind me, griping my ass cheek so tight, if my body was any less dense, it’d spill between his fingers. It’s painstakingly hard for him to hold the cigarette in the other hand as well, instead of tossing it aside and teaching me a lesson. I continue.

“Your hands would look so good on my neck,” his long digits crunch the cigarette butt, “or anywhere. I have soft skin,” Toji’s hand slithered under my shirt, confirming simple facts, “To-ji,” I sing his name softly and feel another tremor under my hand. His pants are strained, but he’ll find no relief this time.

He leans closer to claim an undeserved kiss and I pull my head back. The pungent smell of the cigarette makes me scrunch my nose. His upper lip twitches, baring the white canine tooth.

"Oh, big teeth, do they leave dark bruises on tits?" his breath hitches. Before he demonstrates the sharpness of his fangs on my chest, I slip out of his flimsy grip, readjusting my crinkled clothes, “we have a dinner to attend to, sir~”

I love being the only spectator who recognizes the clouded, murky glares this man throws my way during the dinner, his fingers gripping the silver dinnerware almost to the point of bending them. I catch a glimpse of thick veins scarring the surface of the skin on his biceps as well.

After a lovely dinner, right before leaving for good, he hangs at the entrance door and lowers his head to whisper.

“If you’re not in my living room by 12 o'clock tomorrow morning, I’ll make sure the rest of the neighborhood hears you sob.”

I hold my fist up in front of him, poking the pinky finger out with as much innocence as I can muster.

“Promise, Mr. Fushiguro?”

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[spirit-meets-the-b0ne]

In the middle of my HotD rewatch

The gyroscope of interpretation on this show has been at the forefront of my rewatch along with now having read some of the script and read/watched cast interviews.

This one inference made by Olivia Cooke (via Sarah Hess) has plagued me for the first few episodes.

Now, now I know these waters are really muddy what with a few obvious conceptual things: "isn't this queer baiting" "if it wasn't it wouldn't be good sapphic representation anyway" "this is an actors interpretation" blah blah blah. I'm not arguing any of that.

Just that Olivia's head canon held against this scene hits SO MUCH HARDER

Because I gotta say MY GOD imagine how that strikes Alicent if at some point her mother caught them together. Before they even really knew what they were doing (objectively to the tune of they were 13/14 not fully clear on platonic/romantic love) her mother impressed upon them it was wrong. When they denied and in some way or another Alicent/Rhaenyra saying "she never touched me." Only for Alicent to hear it echoed back to her years later like this... Knowing that even in her naïveté she would recognize the truth. That Alicent’s mother, naturally, kept this contained. Which honestly plays more to truly making Alicent more complex by the way she saw what “scandal” her mother covered up for her only for her to act out some perversion of this with Aegon when she’s a mother. A learned behavior twisted in the worst way, because that's what she knew.

Listen I fully understand that this show is NOT taking this angle even though there seems to be a huge division between what some writers and actors are playing to and the editors at HBO imaginably being like "what's all this gay shit?" BUT

I think it's part of what this show missed about TRAGEDY and I mean come on you want drama???? These girlies were ready to hand it to you on a silver plater! In this context I needed:

Rhaenyra being devastated by the news that Alicent was going to be marrying her father. The sheer heartbreak of “this can’t be happening” and knowing she would have lost Alicent to a husband but not THIS. Show her with Syrax, confiding in her dragon because now she has no other friend to talk to - I’m just saying if they were going with the context of “Fire & Blood itself is an unreliable narrator and only shows certain people’s views” - then a scene like this disrupts nothing. Tell me how when they prayed together and Alicent told her to "kneel with me" that part of Rhaenyra prayed for that world where they flew off on dragon back and ate cake.

Alicent being devastated - having her heart torn in two, crying behind every closed door knowing she was going to break the heart of her best friend. The deleted scene does give a peak of that being the case - but again it could/should have been included. Show me Alicent begging Rhaenyra to forgive her and desperately saying she loves her. I think one of the things that Team Green argues the most could have been explored by this avenue, Alicent is a victim of her marriage - it would be inherently more compelling if in the process she is also losing the closest thing to a "first love" she had. Show me Alicent at her desk writing letters to Rhae once a week and then ceremoniously burning them in the braziers. Alicent leaning more into religion as a means of getting out from under her repressed desires and past actions.

Show me both women struggling in their adulthood to even remember why they held "such childhood affections" for each other. Knock the fucking wind out of me with a line like, "the worst part of it all was that they only ever wanted to love each other."

To me one of the worst parts of this production (of which there's a few) has got to be this was the apex of completely missed opportunities to explore. In the premise of "going by unreliable sources" their queerness would be suppressed information. I even think it plays into the dynamic between Rhae-Alicent-Criston in a kind of "Jennifer's Body" way where Rhae was really only interested in him as the object of Alicent's desires which I believe is made a little clearer in the books. A kind of "see this could have been us if you didn't marry my bag-of-bones father" for Rhaenyra who clearly had no aversion to consorts.

I'm sorry to go on this rant, and yes I KNOW - the counter arguments for many of these points. I would even argue some of them further such as the sapphic representation not being invalidated simply because both women do end up with men in the source material. If this was the case then why was "Portrait of a Lady on Fire" received so well? This at the very least to say if they made Alicent and Rhaenyra explicitly queer it would still be less controversial than what the queer men on that show got … Still its not even to say "it's a better way" to explore more of Rhaenyra and Alicent's characters but its at least A WAY to do it. More than we got. Surely both sides could agree on that.

Sorry, now I'm just being pedantic. As a queer woman naturally I have a bias but I still think this was objectively a missed opportunity to explore. Both girl's back stories could have been enriched and tbh a lot of HOTD fans I know also had the same complaint that the time skip came in too early. I think it also makes things less likely to be so divisive between TG and TB when you look at the central pillars of this conflict. You can truly grieve for Alicent and Rhaenyra and what they lost already while on the verge of losing it all. Anyway, I gotta go cry about my divorced lesbian war wives.

[wazzappp]

Alright whose ready to see my lose my mind over continually more ridiculous au ideas? Trick question your gonna see it happen anyway (I have. so much bullshit. i have an entire other au that I havent posted about yet and i am thinking. about the re7 au again brother. I have fallen into the pits don't come save me or I'll drag you down too).

also jesus FUCK @moosemonstrous coming in clutch again with both star wars knowlege and the ability to actually remember things beyond a day and a half of talking about them THANK YOU.

STAR WARS AU

The Jedi originally came to Tatooine looking for Gabe. Sensing his strength with the light side of the force they thought he would be a prime candidate for training. Unfortunately for them, Robbie and Gabe are a package deal. They begrudgingly allowed him to come along as well because he is also force sensitive, but a little older than they would usually let in for training. Robbie agrees to because 1. if he just says no who KNOWS if they'll just take Gabe away forcefully and 2. STEADY FOOD SOURCE. ROOF OVER THEIR HEADS. ADAQUATE MEDICAL CARE. NO MORE FUCKING SAND. He doesen't trust these people as far as he can throw them but FUCK anything must be better than here.

During a sparring session another padawan purposefully infuriates Robbie, causing him to reach out to the dark side. He nearly kills the other padawan with the strength of his outburst. It then becomes EXTREMELY EVIDENT that Robbie is VERY strong with the dark side of the force. As a result of this outburst, one of his eyes gets the usual 'sith look', he gets special training to try and suppress those feelings, and he gets permanent pariah status in the Jedi Temple (I have. plans. i am being vague on purpose because FUCK I want to draw this scene in my head so bad but I also want to get this out to yall in the same month so it will be coming later. my dramatic bitch syndrome demands it).

After the clone wars get started (he's around 16 at this point) the Jedi realize that they need more people to fight. Robbie, though being previously disqualified for his history, is accepted for training and assigned Jedi Knight Johnny Blaze as a master.

Unfortunately, along the way Johnny starts picking up more solo missions and eventually disappears about 6 months in and everyone thinks he's defected (he's spying on the sepratist's for the republic). Which MEGA sucks for Robbie because 'holy shit the unstable padawans master defected' is getting thrown around and thats really not great. He wanders off deep into the temple where he can hopefully find a place to throw his feelings around in peace and stumbles into the artifact room, which opened in response to sensing the dark side. Bad news, you cant use the same method to get out.

Even MORE unfortunately one of these sith artifacts starts talking to him. After telling him how to get tf out of the vault and convincing Robbie that things are about to get bad ('I FELT what you could to out there kid do you REALLY think they're gonna let you stay? You gotta get out of here. And if you take me with you I can guide us to a ship they can't trace')

So Robbie sets out to run away, fully planning on taking Gabe with him and gets second thoughts while packing to which Gabe goes 'fuck that were GOING' (he's like. 11. But he'll be damned if Robbie goes somewhere and leaves him who knows how long). While escaping via unauthorized ship takeoff, Elis holocron makes it look like Robbie has fully gone to the dark side and there are clones sent to stop him.

Robbie responds by using the force to throw another ship at them and escapes with Gabe. Now they're both on the run. Robbie wanted by the jedi council for kidnapping, and Gabe wanted back to complete his training.

Eli died as a dark side user and a wannabe Sith. He never really graduated into full sithhood and spent most of his time working for Senator Ivanov and his dealings in Hutt space. He was OBSESSED with the prospect of immortality and sought ways to survive even after death.

When he was used as a scapegoat by Ivanov (he reported Eli to the Jedi council to make him look a little less suspicious), his back up plan of imbuing a holocron with his force presence was put into use. He's been sitting gathering dust in a vault of darksided relics for the past 10 years, just waiting for his chance to get out.

Gabe is an EXCEPTIONAL student in the Jedi temple. He enjoys learning about the force and how to use it, and for the most part gets along with his peers. His mobility aid has been improved since Robbie first built it for him out of scraps he was allowed to take from working on ships on Tatooine. Some days are still better than others, and there are times when a wheelchair is more appropriate, but generally the braces are good for daily use.

He is VERY defensive of his brother and absolutely will not hear a bad word said about him (many bad words are said about him. everyone things Gabe is incredibly sweet, but also to blinded by his love for his brother to see that he poses a threat). It very much so does frustrate him, he's just better at dealing with those feelings then Robbie is.

Anakin gets his fun force choking so I think that Robbie should get something fun and funky and special too so enter: JAW BREAK!! Yes it is very ring inspired but I wanted to make it MORE. So fuck it he rips the whole jaw off its hinges I think this would also probably kill you very dead.

Plus some doodles because brainrot brainrot brainrot brainrot

[green-alien-turdz]

any life tips for someone still in school(school tips or not)

really mfin struggling n your real smart so i figured id ask you first

Ion know if I'm the best person to be askin life advice from, but I'll do my best. Also I suck with mildly vague prompts, so I'll do my best.

-Give yourself some mfing grace. You are not perfect n you won't ever be. That's not a bad thing! You're only human. Of course, set goals for yourself n always aim for somethin greater, but holy fuck, it's okay to not meet that. At the end of the day, you fuckin tried n that's all that matters. Even if the only effort you can put into tryin one day is just showin up or even just plannin shit out, it's a step towards bein better. You don't have to meet all of these unrealistic expectations you have for yourself. You are not a robot.

-Take breaks. Legit, if you keep pushin yourself too hard, you WILL burn out n the longer you've been pushin yourself, the longer you will take to get outta that. People will spend years thinkin that they have to constantly be this machine. Eventually you'll start to stumble, get mad, push even harder n then fade out. It can happen in the blink of an eye, which is why it's SO important to take time for yourself. Make sure you're not stressin 24/7 about whatever it is you be stressin over. The world will not end bczus you needed to catch your breath.

-Appreciate what n who you are, no matter what stage in your life you're at. If you're flunking classes, you've still got greatness in ya. If you aren't that great at socializin with friends n shit rn, that doesn't mean you're a terrible person. We can't always be what we want to be, n there's nothin wrong with that. Every second you are alive, you are growin in one way or another. There's ups n downs, but that doesn't mean shit. You are gonna be way harder on yourself n think 10x worse of everything you do that just about anyone else would. n even if there is some dickhead out there who wants to talk shit non-stop about you, fuck what they think, man. If some sad mf has nothin better to do than to put others down, then their word don't mean shit. There are times in life where you won't like what you see lookin back at you n if you're ready to change, go for it, but if you need a minute, that's okay too.

-Make an effort to see the good. Whether you're really strugglin rn or if you're in a good position mentally, always take a second to just appreciate anythin that is good. It can be the smallest things! They can be stupid things, it doesn't matter. Find some sort of positive anchor to keep you as grounded as you can be. Life treatin you like shit n you feel like shit? At least I know that this show or movie I really like exists. Did you lose someone? Well at least you had them for the time that you did. So on n so forth. Sometimes you just gotta step outside n breathe, allow yourself to just realize that you're alive. It might not be great, or good, or even okay, but you're here n there are good things out there for you.

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Okay, now some like actual life tips lol

-You are not your grades bro. Whether it be your parents expectations or your own, the way schools gradin works just doesn't always align with how a mf might work n operate. Sometimes we just mess up a bit too or don't understand a topic all too well n there's nothin wrong with that. It just seems like a big deal bcuz of how they like to measure n quantify how smart they think you are with a letter or number. You're not gonna get everythin in life, so it's complete bs that something that you maybe just needed more time on can have a shitty score slapped on it n have you made to feel dumb n shit like that.

-If you can get a job n want one, then fuckin do it. Apply everywhere. Even if it's somethin you don't think you'd be good at, trust me, you'll pick it up. The rejection can suck, but you get right back on the mf horse n apply more places. Call or go in to check in on your application (this just reminds them sometimes to fuckin look). Interviews can be nervewrackin, but for a minimum wage job, they'll legit be around 10-15 minutes (n that's stretchin it for some). When you get the job, you will probably feel like a dumbass or a child bcuz you don't know how to do shit yet- but give it a few weeks n you could do everythin with your fuckin eyes closed. They are not gonna treat you what your worth n it's gonna suck. Hours are long when you need more time for school n non existent when you need cash. If it doesn't work, that's fine too. Hopefully you can stay at jobs for at least a year, that shows commitment on resumes.

-Don't allow yourself to be walked all over. I know this kinda goes against some of what I was sayin in the work tip, but that's slightly different (but there comes a point there too where you need to put your foot down to bein treated like garbage). This world will try n chew you up n spit you out a hundred times over, but don't let stupid mfs be the ones to do it. That friend who kinda treats you like shit? Well, talk to them about it, see if they change. n if they don't, end the friendship. Yeah it sucks, especially bcuz you probably still care about them, but if you allow even one mf to treat you n your feelings like some useless or disposable thing, then others will take the same opportunity with you. It's not always that simple, trust me, I still have people in my life that have done horrific things to me which I still allow to treat me like shit- but if you can, please bring yourself to do it. You are worth so much more than how some people might treat you. Even if this isn't an issue in your life rn, there will be people along the way who will be douches n try to take advantage of you or your generosity or whatever the fuck else. Shut that shit down as fast as you can.