#it’s fine. it’s fine. it worked out. oh my god i’m so fucking tired
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Had the worst morning and I was SO brave about it. Did not trip facefirst down an abyss of viciously mean self-talk about ordinary human fuckups. Cleaned up the proverbial spilled milk and then went out and socialized instead of crawling back into bed and writing the day off as a loss.
#listen me n my brain weasels are a wee bit fragile on christian holy days at the best of times#and then i went and burned myself like an asshole and DROPPED MY FRIEND’S BIRTHDAY PIE ON THE CARPET#on my landlord’s. pale beige. carpet.#my very lovingly crafted pie with homemade all butter crust and the last of my frozen rhubarb and some very red strawberries#…and then i swore viciously for like three solid minutes whilst getting out the carpet cleaning solution and the shop vac#and then i deep cleaned the carpet and made another FUCKING pie crust and this time put blueberries in it#and it was definitely not as good as the first one would have been because i was rushing. and also i missed lunch.#but hey i did arrive in time for dessert with blueberry pie. so.#*FERAL FRUSTRATED GROWLING NOISES*#it’s fine. it’s fine. it worked out. oh my god i’m so fucking tired#my posts#should i file this under#culinary adventures#🙃
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How to stop feeling like an awful person after accidentally crossing someone’s boundary even though you talked to them about it and apologized and know you won’t do it again and they understood it was an accident and it’s fine and you two are still on good terms
#god I just#Ughhghhg#I can’t stop THINKING about it it wasn’t even that bad they said i was doing a bit and it was getting annoying#and I said i was sorry like multiple times and I said I won’t do that but again and they were like ‘no you can! it just got a little annoyi#ng it’s fine!’ and I still feel like a terrible person#I think I’m tired that’s gotta be it#or I’m mentally going through what I went through with my old friends and how I got mad at them and lashed out when I shouldn’t have and#refused to apologize and got into a big argument and then had one conversation about it and got mad again and then lashed out AGAIN and then#texted that I didn’t want to be friends any more and then I cried for weeks and every time I’d see one of them I’d want to throw up and I wa#s constantly miserable I didn’t want to go to school and I did everything that I could ok the comic because it was a fun distraction but it#also made me sad because I wanted to finish it and show it to them but they weren’t ever actually interested in it and I never got to show#them and I even made two characters in it based on two of my best friends in that group at the time and now I don’t know if I should delete#them entirely or keep it or change the characters???????? I don’t know#fuck#oh yeah one of those best friends basically took the plot of HBD and changed it a little and is gonna make a fucking short film with it#it’s a stupid fucking plot too it’s one of those like coming of age stories where the main character wears a ghost sheet and it’s actually a#metaphore for being socially anxious because he has a bad home life but then! then he’s walking to class and someone steps on the sheet and#it comes off! and they become best friends and they work through their problems!#Jesus fucking Christ I can’t believe her#I told her it was similar and that she should change it but we were gonna discuss that the week I texted I wasn’t coming back so#If she makes it I’m gonna sue her I don’t fucking care I told her I fucking told her and later that fucking day she ‘came up with it on her#own’ fucking Christ man get a life#I need to stop typing and go to sleep idk why I did that#sorry for the rant!
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QUICKIE! — TOJI FUSHIGURO
SYNOPSIS...toji just can’t keep his hands to himself after not fucking you for a week...which results in a quickie
INFO...toji x fem!reader, reader and toji have kids, toji calls reader mama, doggy, groping, spanking, missionary (?), praise, cream pie, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
“Hey do you have anything to wash?” You walked up to Toji holding the laundry basket in your hands as he played with your two kids.
He looked up at you from the floor. “Nah, I’m all set, mama.” He smiled, handing your son his favorite toy. With a nod, you walked away with the full basket, heading towards the laundry room. You sighed at the clean pile of clothes that you had to fold, rolling your eyes in annoyance.
You threw the dirty clothes in the wash before grabbing the detergent. You let out a small squeak at the feeling of your husbands hands snaking around your waist. “You scared me,” you chuckled.
“Sorry,” he responded, pulling you against his chest, sinking his head into the crook of your neck. He placed a small kiss on your skin, hands rubbing up and down your waist. “Should’ve asked me for help.”
You closed the detergent, placing it back on the shelf as you started the washer. “It’s fine, I got it,” you replied. Toji hummed in response, his hands moving lower and lower down your body. “Toji, what are you doing?” You giggled.
You tried to turn and face him but he kept you from doing so. “Uh uh, stay just like this for me,” he whispered. He pushed his hips against your ass, his cock semi-hard. “We haven’t been able to do anything for the past week. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little pent up, and you walking around with these shorts and tank top isn’t helping one bit.” He smacked your ass before giving it a harsh squeeze.
You bit down on your bottom lip, feel him grow more hard as you moved your against him. It was true, you and Toji haven’t had sex in the last week or so. Both of you so tired from work and the kids, running errands, it always got in the way of your sex life. You hadn’t really thought about it much before, but now that Toji brought it up, you were feeling quite pent up too. “So, what’re you gonna do about it, hm?” You asked, teasingly.
A low chuckle left his lips, his fingers grazing over your skin, making their way under the fabric of your clothes. His hands came up to your chest, cupping your tits and squeezing them, groping them. Your skin started to heat up and arousal pooled in your panties. Just his touch alone was enough to get you all hot and bothered. “We gotta be quick.” He hurriedly bent you over the washer, a swift hand pulling your shorts and underwear down. “I’ll never get tired of seeing this ass…fuck,” he groaned. He palmed himself through his sweats, admiring the view of your dripping cunt.
Toji wasted no time in pulling his sweats and boxers down, cock springing free and leaking pre cum. He let out a shaky breath, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, mixing his arousal with yours. He could already feel how warm and wet you were, cock throbbing at the thought, anticipating how you feel around him. Slowly, his head pushed past your entrance, your lips wrapping around him, sucking him in. “Ohhh fuck, baby—mmm shit,” he breathed. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you back on him, going deeper to reach your sweet spot.
“Ah, oh my god.” The stretch was so deliciously intoxicating, sending your brain into a spiral and he’s barely moved yet. “Baby, we gotta be quick, please,” you begged, afraid that one of the kids might knock on the door and interrupt. You felt him thrust slowly, letting you get used to the feel of his cock before going any faster.
“Shhh, it’s fine. They’re watching a movie.” He began pulling you back against his hips so you met his thrusts, your walls clenching around him each time he threatened to pull out. “This pussy is so wet for me, goddamn,” he grunted, moving faster.
“F-fuck!” You stammered, feeling how hard and fast he was going. “Feels so fucking good!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, hands gripping onto the edges of the washing machine as you tried to hold yourself stable. “Nnngh! You’re so deep! Oh my god!” You squealed.
Toji pulled you up, your back pressed against his chest as he continued to pound into you. “Shh, mama. I know it feels good, but you gotta keep quiet for me, okay?” He placed his hand over your mouth, his arm wrapped around your waist to hold you steady. Your eyes fluttered shut, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. “Ohh fuck yes. Shit, this pussy feels so fucking good.”
Your muffled moans fell upon deaf ears, your legs felt like they were jelly. Pleasure clouded your mind, all you could think about was him fucking you until you came over and over again. Suddenly, he stopped. He grabbed your hips, turning you around and lifting you on top of the washing machine. He pulled you close to the edge, your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. Both watched as he slowly slid back inside, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he felt you wrap around him again. “Look at me, don’t take your eyes off me,” he demanded.
You stared back at him with lustful eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you fought so hard to hold back your moans and whimpers. Your brows furrowed in pleasure, feeling how close you were to cumming. Your jaw dropped, head falling back as he grazed over your g-spot. “Oh fuck you’re gonna make me cum!” You cried, gasping for air. “Fuck! Fuck! Baby!” You whimpered.
“I know, mama. Let it all out for me. Cum on this dick.” He kept his pace the same, feeling you clench around him, a sign you were close. His hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, tongues messily moving against each other as he swallowed your moans. Finally, the coil snapped. You pulled away from the kiss, eyes rolling back, body quivering as you came. Toji covered your mouth again, muffling your curses and moans. “There you go, that’s my good fucking girl.”
He pulled his hand away, staring back at you with half lidded eyes, loving the cum drunk look written all over your face. “Cum in me,” you spoke.
“But, your not on—”
“I don’t care, cum in me,” you said with desperation.
“I fucking love you,” he chuckled with a smile, his thrusts growing sloppier. He was fixated the way his cock disappeared in you, each time he pulled back out he could see your cum at the base. It only drove him more crazier. “Nnngh, ah! Oh, baby I’m gonna cum!” His hips stuttered against yours before he buried himself deep inside of you, feeling him coat your walls with his sticky cum. “Fuck!” He grunted. “Ah, yes!” He breathlessly chuckled.
“I think we both needed that,” you laughed.
“I agree.” He smiled, pulling you closer to place his lips on yours. He slowly pulled out, his cum slowly dripping out of you. “We made quite a mess.” He looked down between your legs and then back up at you.
“We’ll clean it up—”
A knock on the door startled both on you, thankfully Toji had locked the door. “Mommy, daddy, the movie is over! We wanna watch another!”
“It’s your bedtime, sweetheart! Maybe tomorrow!” Toji shouted back. Both of you looked at each other, sharing a few seconds of silence before laughing. “I think we might have to start doing quickies more often, yeah?” He whispered.
“Once you put the kids to sleep, meet me in the shower.” You kissed his lips, entangling your fingers in his hair.
“I just can’t get enough of you, mama.”
#☆—sickslimez#anime#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk smut#toji x reader#toji smut#toji x y/n#toji x you#toji x reader smut#toji#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fushiguro x y/n#toji fushiguro smut#toji fushiguro x you#toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro x reader smut#toji oneshot#jjk toji
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OH MY GOD CARMY SMOKING WHILE YOU RIDE HIM walk with me…
maybe you’re at his place, or his office, and you’ve just been kinda needy all day. not to an ‘annoying’ extent, but carmen sees it because he knows you. so when he tugs his jeans and boxers down just enough for you, you pounce
he leans back in his couch/chair, pulling out a cigarette and lazily watches you go at it. maybe he’d tug your shirt up so he could ‘see his girls.’ his nonchalance just drives you fucking crazy and he lets you do it yourself, no matter how many times you whine for him to help because ‘you were fuckin’ gagging for it all day, who am i to interrupt, huh? jus’ keep fuckin’ me like that’
i don’t think he’d blow smoke in your face (intentionally) but if you find it hot he would. and once he’s done he puts out the cigarette, his lax grip on your thighs tightening as he starts snapping his hips against yours
Also includes this ask I got shortly after: Camry smoking a cig during sex has my mind going brrrrrrrrrrrrr. It's so lazy, too. just slow riding him while he lays back and watches. Maybe it's punishment for acting up???? You're just whining on his cock begging for him to help you cum.
I. YEAH. YOU GET IT. Time to expand on these thoughts. ( this ended up being 1670k words of filth)
You find yourself at Carmy’s apartment on his day off. Those don’t come around too often. You expected him to do something by now, but he hasn’t made a single move to get his hands on you. He kissed you when you came in, but that was about it.
You take matters into your own hands. Try to, at least. You are practically all over him, never leaving his side. When he’s standing at his kitchen counter that evening, pouring you a glass of wine, you quietly walk up behind him. Your arms wrap around his waist while you rest your forehead on the center of Carmy’s back. You let your hands gently slide over the taunt muscles of his stomach over his shirt as you speak.
“I’ve missed you, Bear. Missed your hugs. It feels like I’ve hardly seen you all week.” He sighs into your touch.
“I’ve missed you too, baby.” Carmy turns around to hand you the glass. “Work was extra crazy this week. I’m sorry I didn’t have time to see you.”
“It’s alright. I know it was out of your control…Maybe there’s a way you can make it up to me?” You flash him a look he knows full well.
A breathy chuckle leaves his lips. “Sweetheart, I’m exhausted. Can we just watch some tv?”
You don’t even attempt to hide the pout on your face as you settle next to him on the couch, leaning against him with his arm around you. Carmy put on a show he knows the both of you like.
You only keep your hands to yourself for one whole episode. Your movements start slow. At first you begin to trail your fingertips along his side. It’s not long before your hand slides up under the fabric of his white tee.
“Baby, what are you doing?” Carmen’s voice is smooth and calm. You lean up to press a kiss on his check, followed by a quick one to his neck.
“Oh. Nothing.”
“Let’s not play dumb now. I think you know better than that.” He leans back away from your body, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I’m going to let you try again. What are you doing?”
You fold instantly. “I need you, Carm. I really need you.”
“Yeah? Missed my cock, huh? Want it so bad that you don’t care about how tired I am?”
“No! No, that’s not it—“ you protest quickly.
“Fine.” Carmy begins to unbuckle his belt as he speaks. “But I’m not putting in any work.” He lowers his jeans and boxers just enough to free his dick.
Without a second thought, you stand up from the couch and pull down your pants and underwear. Once you straddle his hips, you reach down and pump his hard cock, spreading the precum over his length. Carmy takes in the sight of you as you gradually sink down onto him. Slowly, inch by inch.
Despite how many times you've been with Carmy, you still haven't gotten used to the stretch. In a position like this, it almost feels like he's in your stomach. Your eyelids squint shut while you take deep breaths and try to adjust. Though, at the sound of a lighter, your eyes pop right back open, staring down at Carmen with wide-eyes. A cigarette rests between his lips, having just been lit.
“W-what are you doing?” You’re expecting him to start guiding your hips, but he doesn’t. Carmy leans back against the couch, making himself comfortable. He lets his legs spread wide, forcing you to straddle higher up on his hips. The action presses his cock even deeper inside of you. He looks as though he’s having an evening cigarette, only difference is that you’re on top of him.
His tattooed fingers takes the cigarette from his mouth so he can blow out the smoke. Carmy turns his head to the side, blowing the smoke cloud away from you. The smell quickly fills up your nose. "I told you, l'm tired.” His voice is stoic. If it wasn’t for his cock pulsing inside of you, you wouldn’t think he’s turned on. “Go on and get yourself off. I'm going to enjoy my cigarette."
You start slow, grinding your hips on him. Your hands rest on his lower stomach for leverage as you rock against him. His abs are taunt and hard underneath your palms. The motion rubs your clit on his pelvis, causing a breathless moan to leave your throat.
Carmy remains still beneath you, watching you with lust-filled eyes. One of his hands rests on your thigh. His other hand tends to the cigarette in his mouth. He speaks up after a moment of letting you rock against him.
“Should have just let you sit on my thigh if all you’re going to do is grind on me. Thought you said you wanted my cock?” He waits for your response, bringing the cigarette back up to his lips to take a deep drag.
“I-I do—“ Carmy doesn’t let you finish your sentence, lightly blowing smoke into your face. He doesn’t miss the way you clench around him from the simple action, but he chooses not to tease you for it.
“Then fuck yourself on me. You’re a big girl. You can do it by yourself.”
You whimper pitifully. You want his strong arms to grab your hips and slam you down onto his cock, but that wasn’t going to happen. You rise up on your knees, letting his cock thrust almost entirely out of you. Your hips sink right back down onto him afterwards. The pleasure is unexplainable, sending electricity through your veins as he bottoms out.
You set a slow pace, not able to go as fast without Carmy’s help. His pupils are blown wide as he stares up at you, before his gaze moves downwards. He watches as his cock disappears inside of you with each slow thrust. You’re dripping, coating his dick with your arousal. The sight of his thick cock stretching you out hypnotizes him.
His lack of words and refusal to help is killing you. You need him to fuck you. Your thighs burn, growing tired from the repetitive movements. “C-carm. Need you to help. Please- please I need it.” You cry out.
“You were the one gagging for my cock all day. Why should I help? Just keep fucking me like this, yeah?” He’s nearing the end of his cigarette, only a couple more minutes of life left in it. You try your best to continue bouncing on him, but it’s getting more difficult by the minute.
“Carm— fuck!” You exclaim as his cock nudges against that spot deep inside you. Carmy ignores your cries. He takes his hand off of your thigh and tugs the material of your tank top up, exposing your tits.
“There we go. Now I can see my girls.” He still doesn’t go any further than that, letting his hand go back to resting on your thigh. Not even so much as rubbing a thumb over your breast. He goes back to watching you move, fighting the urge to hold your tits for you while you bounce.
The muscles in your legs begin to twitch, but not from being close to your high. Your legs are exhausted, and your pace shows it. You’re getting slower, not going as consistently.
Carmy reaches the end of his cigarette, taking one last long drag. He grabs your face with his hand. His thumb on your chin opens up your lips. Carmen exhales the smoke into your mouth, expecting you to inhale it. You do exactly that, letting the smoke fill up your lungs before blowing it out in the space between the two of you.
Now fully satisfied, Carmy reaches over to stub out his cigarette on the ash tray sitting on the side table. Without offering a single word, Carmy digs his hands into both of your thighs and starts slamming his hips into yours. Sounds of skin against skin echo against the walls.
“Shit! Fuck, Carmy—“ you moan, not even trying to control your volume. “I can— I can feel you in my stomach, shit—“ You take one of your hands and press beneath your navel, feeling his cock as it thrusts rapidly into your soaking cunt. “Feels so good, Carm.” You’re blabbering at this point, high on the feeling of him inside you. Your orgasm draws close fast.
“Yeah you needed me so bad that you couldn’t get off without me? Is that it? My little girl needed some help?”
“Yes—“
“Then what do you say?” Carmen is nearing his own high, too. His pace grows sloppy.
“T-thank you— fuck— thank you, Carmy.”
“There’s my respectful good girl. Just needed a little bit of punishment to get her back.” He detaches a hand from your thigh, moving it to your aching clit. He rubs tight fast circles on the bud with a calloused thumb. “Go on, baby. Cum for me. Soak my cock.”
Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. Euphoria floods through your veins as Carmy fucks you through it. You collapse into his body, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. The sounds of your moans and whimpers muffles in the skin of his neck. Your body shakes from pleasure.
Carmy removes his thumb from your clit, not wanting to overstimulate you. You had already been punished enough. His hand rests at the back of your head, cupping it gently. The gentleness of his hands starkly contrasts the way his hips sharply thrust into you.
“Atta girl. Just a bit more—“ he groans, offering you some praise. With a few more powerful thrusts of his hips, Carmy spills inside of you, filling you up with his cum. You both remain wordless in each others’ arms for a moment, trying to catch a breath. Carmy is the first to break the silence. “You happy now?” This time his voice has a hint of laugh to it.
“Mhm.” You kiss his neck. “Very happy. Thank you.”
“I think you know I’ll do anything you want at this point.” He laughs. “Now, can we go clean up and go to sleep? I’m even more exhausted now, baby.”
#carmen berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto#carmy berzatto x reader#the bear fanfiction#carmen berzatto smut#the bear#carmy berzatto smut#carmy berzatto#I’m actually really proud of this one#hopefully it doesn’t suck!#brain rot
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smut with jungkook touching himself thinking about you pls? 😭
Why didn’t you answer the phone?
pairing: dom!jk x fem!reader
genre: drabble, unedited
word count: 600
warnings: male masturbation, oral 4f, panty sniffing, bicycle position
note: sorry if it’s too short I’m really tired but…yes. thanks for reading! -dubu☆
Jungkook struggled with the zipper on his jeans, yanking his pants down hurriedly. He walked over to your clothing hamper, skimming through until he found a pair of your used panties.
You were away on a girls trip and decided to send your boyfriend a particularly alluring video of you in your hotel bed, an “I miss you,” caption feigning an aura of innocence around your suggestive message.
He quickly responded with a video of his own, shirtless, and not forgetting to let you know how much he missed your presence at home. He’d been doing fine at first, mindlessly letting his music and workouts consume his persistent thoughts. But now all he could think about was railing you until you couldn’t walk.
You were in the large bed surrounded by mounds of white pillows and a cloud-esque comforter, cutely propping up on the headboard to send Jungkook another video. You pulled your cami lower, letting your cleavage spill from the shirt. Lace bra purposefully showing through the white fabric, you told him about your day on the beach.
“Baby? What’s taking you so long to respond?” You sent annoyed at him for not calling you. He glanced over at his phone, mind too foggy to think of you texting him back.
He climbed into your shared king bed, pressing the crotch of your panties to his nose and inhaling deeply, groaning at your scent. He palmed himself through his boxers thinking of how needy you looked in the video, tits basically out and lips pouty for his attention.
“Fuck —“ he pulled his boxers off letting his cock spring free of its confinement, whimpering when the cold air met his member.
He slowly slide his hand over his length, stopping to spit in his hand before continuing his movements. His tip leaked aggressively, pink and angry against his muscular hands. With soft moans falling from his lips he imagined your pussy, nose buried deep in the center of the cotton fabric.
“Jungkook oh my god,” you moan loudly, your words reverberating around the room. He hummed against your clit in delight, hand pushing upward on your tummy to reveal the bundle of nerves. His mouth worked swiftly on your cunt, tongue lapping at your entrance. He pulled away suddenly, chin glistening with your mess.
“Grind on my tongue, baby.”
He whimpered at the thought of your pussy on his tongue, placing your panties in his mouth to get a direct taste. He lulled his head back against the headboard, stroking his cock with one hand and letting his other hand grope his balls. Heavy and filled with cum just for you, he worked to release quickly. The lewd and slick sounds echoed around the room, reminding him of the sweet sounds your cunt made.
“Good girl, bounce on my dick just like that.” He grunted hotly, hands gripping your ass as he watched his cock disappear inside your pussy. “I know you’re close, bunny.”
You were utterly wrecked, forehead sticky with sweat as your boyfriend egged you to your second orgasm. You nodded furiously, letting out strained calls of his name in response.
He pulled the panties from his mouth quickly wrapping them around his cock. Using both of his hands to jerk himself off, he vividly imagines your pretty face. Cumming simultaneously, white stripes spilling over dainty fabric.
It took him a few moments to calm himself down before his phone began to ring loudly, your ring tone. He briskly grabbed his phone from the dresser, trying to speak in a normal tone.
“Why didn’t you answer the phone, Koo?”
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i don’t mean to go on a rant but I’ve been reading reviews of Poor Things bc i hate being happy and ohhhh my goddddd
spoilers under the cut but I have complaints about people’s (lack of) media literacy
Oh my god okay so first of all, if you haven’t seen a movie how are you going to comment on it. Reading summaries and other people’s reviews only is not sufficient to make an original point. you do not know what you’re talking about. just stop.
Second, the movie is. satirical. Which I thought was obvious from the absurd premise and surreal visuals? This is not supposed to be the real world. Nor is it advocating for all the stuff it shows. In fact, it’s even actively indicting some of what it shows. For example: fucked up power dynamics in sexual relationships exist in the movie, but the movie is not saying they are good, it’s criticizing them. Is this not getting through to people?
Third, and related, it’s not ! just ! about ! a sexy baby !! Partly because again, satire. But also partly because she rapidly goes through childhood & adolescent maturity. And it’s not meant to be, like, linear… the regular laws of empirical data and science do not apply to this world… so she is not in fact, like 6 when she’s having sex but more like 16. Which you could argue is still a minor, and im not disputing that, because again the movie is critical of this part and duncan is a total loser. But there’s a massive difference between the mental development of those two ages. ALSO there’s literally nothing inherently wrong with baby bella autonomously discovering masturbation. That’s extremely normal for little kids, often just as a way of self-soothing because it feels nice and not with any awareness of sexuality. And it’s fine if you thought that was a weird scene! but it’s hardly pedophilia to include in the film when the “baby” in question is in fact played by fully grown adult emma stone and I cannot believe that I’m seeing people accuse this movie of that
Fourth, if you claim your takeaway from this movie is “it wants me to believe that women’s power only exists through their sexuality” then I don’t believe you’ve seen the entire movie (see point 1). Narratively it’s only a means to an end for Bella, and when she gets tired of it, she stops! She gets bored of duncan and reads philosophy! She leaves her sex work career and becomes a medical professional! And, even in the sex scenes, while there are many, they center her and her experience, her pleasure. Yes, her tits are out a lot but the sex scenes are weird, intentionally grotesque without being violent. The montage with duncan is shot through a fisheye lens and literally pans away from the bed to focus on a bird landing in the room. Duncan can proclaim himself the best lover in the world, but he’s really not important to the scene ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
In conclusion, I know the people I’m complaining about aren’t going to read this, but just in case, I urge you to learn media literacy. And anyone else who read all of this, thanks lol!! accepting good faith discourse in the notes/replies
#this is literally just me complaining about people lacking media literacy so look away if that sounds boring#also there be spoilers#poor things#poor things 2023
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No Sleep
“Buckkkk…” You try to shake him off but he wouldn’t quit. “Bucky, I’m tired. Try later.”
“Sleep.” Bucky groaned.
“Take your hands off then!”
“My hands are off.”
“Then why- OH MY GOD!”
You leap out of the bed to switch the lights on. “Get out! Get outtttt!” You cry while jumping with all your might.
Bucky gets out of the bed CALMLY to stand in-front of you, with his hands on his hips, “I’m confused.”
You shriek as you feel something crawling all over you, “There’s something on the bed.”
He looks back and turns to you, “I see nothing.”
“That’s because you didn’t look dumbass.”
He sighs and rummages through the bed.
“Shake the blanket properly. God, I can still feel it crawl all over me.”
“Are you sure that you felt it doll? Maybe-“
“Are you victim blaming?”
He flops down on the bed, “Who’s the victim here?”
“Me! Unknown creature crawling all over me. Who else?”
Bucky points to himself, “Or me, who is awake because his wife supposedly felt something crawling all over her.”
“I’m getting a divorce you liar. You promised to protect me.”
“From real things.”
You groan, “Whatever. What’s the use being married to an avenger if I still have to deal with insects?”
“I bring more to the table,” Bucky pouts.
“Sarcasm won’t find whatever that was.”
Bucky picks your pillow to search, “Nothing.” He picks his pillow, “Surprise, nothing.” He removes all the pillows and blanket away, “Nothing!”
“Bucky, I know I felt something. Plea- FUCK FUCKKKKKK,” You exit the room in full speed. Away from the humungous spider crawling on your bed frame and your husband cursed under his breath.
You leaned on the couch, wrapping your hands around yourself, stopping yourself from thinking about the spider crawling all over you, while you slept cluelessly.
“Doll,” Bucky slowly appears out of the room.
“Is it gone?”
“Yeah. Spider is officially free.”
“You promise?“
“I promise. I flipped the bed around to be sure.”
“Okay. I’m sorry, I promise I’ll work on it.”
Bucky laughs, “Can I hold you?”
“Mhm,”
He walks towards you, pulls his hands out of his pocket and wraps himself around you. You felt yourself slightly slump on him and breathe all of him in. One of his hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer and the other gently stroking the nape of your neck.
“I’m sorry for screaming.” You breathed out.
He pressed a kiss between your brows, “I’m sorry for not believing you.”
“Water under the bridge.”
“Hmm, don’t bother working on it.”
You move back to look up at him, “Really?”
He laughs, “Yeah, I like being there for you. You’re always so independent, which I love and respect, but at times I like being needed.”
“I need you more than just to get rid of insects.”
“Yeah. What I’m trying to say is,” He kissed your nose, “don’t change yourself for me and I would happily spend any night getting rid of spiders or anything else that crawls on you.”
“Who’s going to get rid of you?”
“Funny. Let’s go back.”
“I need a shower.”
Bucky sighs, “Fine, I’ll make the bed.”
You kiss him and quickly run into the washroom to scrub every bit of your body.
*1 hour later*
Kill me, Kill me right NOWWWW!
You turn to stare down at the damn digital clock. Every time you tried to close your eyes, you would want to itch. You looked back at Bucky. He had his arm around you and half of his face covered by the pillow. You moved his arm as gently as you could. You grabbed a blanket and pranced into the living room.
You got yourself comfortable on the floor, holding onto your blanket as you blankly looked out to the city lights.
“OW!”
“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
“Yeah. What are you doing sneaking up on me and stepping on my hair?”
He lifts your head to place the pillow and lays next to you.
“Buck, go back and sleep. I’m great here.”
He pulls the blanket to your neck, “Would you go back to bed if I asked you?”
You sighed and pulled yourself closer to him.
“I love you, doll.”
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concert, part 2
part 1 | part 2 | (cw: age gap 25/41, nsfw smut)
The concert is a fucking blast. König and I are headbanging in unison to the songs blaring from the speakers and I love seeing the wild expression on his face. It’s exactly how I imagined it. Lorna Shore is also an amazing live experience, my god. I think I’m gonna have a bunch more lines on my face because every breakdown is bringing out my stank face.
Most of the concert goes well, without any incidents. Most of it.
If it wasn’t for the guy who almost knocked me off my feet running past us to the moshpit. König catches me when I topple over, his hands grabbing my waist and pulling me up again. The look on his face as he stares down the guy that just shoots a little “sorry” in my direction is downright abysmal that for a moment even I get a bit scared.
And I grab his arm putting my whole body weight on it when I see that he wants to go after the guy. “König, please, I’m fine.”, I shout at him, pulling on his arm to get his attention on me.
He stops, turns around and leans down, coming face to face with me. His eyes search it for any indication that would go against my claim, his hand cupping my cheek, the thumb softly caressing just once. And I just want him to do it again.
“I swear, I’m fine, it happens. I’m not made of glass.”, I explain to him and do a little dancydancy to demonstrate that my limbs are still working.
That pulls a little chuckle from him and he finally relaxes. Nodding, pulling back, and then he straightens back up, re-taking his position right behind me like my own personal bodyguard. And I lean into him again, shamelessly so, somebody might even call it ‘snuggling into him’.
I’m feeling touchy and I maybe would have had a guilty conscience if he didn’t do the same. His hand skimming over my naked arm, him pulling me against him when somebody pushes past us again. His big burly arms framing me. And it feels good. Oh, so good.
Luckily the heavy music blasting from the speakers is distracting me from the attractive man at my side, so I can keep some of my sanity while I try and tell myself that this totally is just two strangers going to a concert and not at all a date. Mh-mh, not a date.
I push those thoughts away and will myself to stay in the moment and let the music carry me away. I’m already getting tired and sweaty from all the jumping, shouting and moshing I’ve been doing, but also the concert is slowly but surely coming to an end.
I jump up a bit, going on my tiptoes, but I can’t see the band members on stage through the sea of bodies in front of me. König leans down, one of his hands on my shoulder.
“Everything okay?”, he asks me, loud against the noise, his breath skitting over the shell of my ear, and I ignore the tickling feeling that this elicits.
I turn to him speaking into his ear as well. “I don’t see anything.”, I complain to him. “But this is my favourite song.”
“You wanna sit on my shoulders? I bet you’d have a better view from up there.”, he suggests, patting said shoulders. They do look like a very comfy seat. Or a comfy leg rest. *cough cough* Get yourself together and the mind out of the gutter, I tell myself.
“Uh, sure.”, I say, totally not sure how this will work. He pulls his hair to the side and just leans down a bit, hoists me up at my waist and places me on his right shoulder. He holds up his hands and I grab them as I reposition myself, slinging my leg over the other shoulder, so that my thighs are now resting on both of them.
I didn’t factor in that I’m only wearing a skirt. The fabric is bunched up, which means that there are only the two thin layers of my panties and my tights between his neck and my pussy. Great. Just peachy.
His hands grab my thighs, his fingers digging into me, holding me steady and save. I’m so high up, so I can see everything, but right now my attention and more importantly the attention of my body is on the man whose head is between my thighs – so to speak.
“All good?”, he shouts up at me and I shout back a “yes”. Holding onto his head, making sure not to pull on his hair. But I can’t ignore the way it feels silkily smooth underneath my fingertips. I resist the urge to run my fingers through it and focus on the concert going on in front of me, joining in the refrain of ‘Dancing like Flames’.
And so the 'Pain Remains' Trilogy plays out with me on his shoulders experiencing the end of the concert with maybe the best seat in the house.
“Did you have fun?”, he asks as we leave the venue.
I’m doing double time on my steps to keep up with his long strides and the adrenaline from the concert still coursing through my veins turns my almost running into skipping along. “Yes, I did.”, I say smiling up at him.
A cold gust of wind blows through the street and a shiver runs down my spine which makes me slow down and cross my arms in front of my body.
“Wait, here, have my jacket.”, he says, slowing down as well, already putting the worn leather onto my shoulders.
I pull the piece of clothing tighter around me, getting enveloped in his scent while the smooth fabric of the inner lining skims against my skin. “Thanks.” We’re making our way to the car and he opens the door for me again, just like he did before.
“So, do you feel like you kept up with me today?”, I ask him then, a sly smile forming on my lips. He shoots me a look, an intense one, before he closes the car door. The look alone should have totally shut me up. But it doesn’t.
“So, how does it feel to still be out past your bedtime, old man?”, I continue as he climbs into the driver’s seat.
He doesn’t even look at me while he puts the seatbelt on and pushes the key into the ignition. “I’m glad you were more well behaved when we were at the concert.”, he says, a light gravel in his voice. A sound that does stuff to me. A sound that makes me brave and stupid.
"Do you know what a brat is?", I ask him and amusement paints my voice. I’m enjoying this way too much right now. Teasing him in person is so much better than over text.
He fully sideeyes me, pulling up one of his brows, then he turns his head to look at me. His gaze is heated, but I can see the restraint in it as well. He slowly tilts his head to the side and at the same pace the grin on my face falters, melting away. The hairs in my neck are starting to stand up and I have to suppress a shiver of excitement. From him just looking at me like I'm prey, someone to chase down, someone to devour.
"I'm familiar with the concept.", he says nonchalantly, leaning a bit towards me, when one of the corners of his mouth tips up. "Do you know what a brat tamer is?", he asks, smirking at me. And my brain short-circuits. My jaw drops, my chin is on the floor, figuratively speaking.
He laughs, short and darkly, as I'm still recovering from the sentence he just dropped. He straightens back up and fiddles with the ignition until the car starts.
"Sit up straight and put your seatbelt on for me, Liebes.", he says, his voice getting all authoritative. The tone makes my spine stiffen up and I do as he told me. He laughs again, seeing how I'm following his orders, when he shifts the car into gear. Without even looking at me, he drawls: "Good girl.", and I fold like a goddamn lawn chair. The little sigh dropping from my lips telling him (and me) exactly how this is making me feel.
He doesn't say anything, so I glance at him while he pulls onto the street. The smirk on his face is cocky and self-indulgent, his hair is still swept to one side and my god, the jawline with the scruff 5 o'clock shadow is doing stuff to me. The mental image forming in my head is so not safe for work.
Me splayed out on the bed, my front to the mattress. Him kneeling over me, his knees framing my ass as he's buried balls deep in my pussy. His strong hands have a tight grip on me, pushing me down into the soft sheets while he fucks me deep and slow, his hair whipping back and forth when his hips snap forward, his groin pressing up against the soft pillows of my ass repeatedly. Praise is falling from his lips, telling me that I'm his good girl, that I'm doing so well for him, that I feel so fucking good while his hand spanks my booty, alternating between my left and right cheek, reddening the skin with every slap.
His chuckle, the real König chuckling at me while driving, is pulling me from my dirty daydream and I can't help the blush forming on my cheeks. "Now where did you just drift off to?", he asks me.
"Nowhere.", I say, trying to deflect.
"Uh-huh.", he pulls up his brows, totally not believing me.
“Well, what did you expect when you told me-“ I lower my voice and mumble: “that you’re a brat tamer…” That pulls a laugh from him, a sound I’m already addicted to.
“You mean like when you told me that you’re a little brat?”, he throws back at me. “Two can play that game, Fräulein.”
I tilt my head to the side, but I can’t argue with that. “Touché.” I feel like we just dipped our toes into some unchartered territory that made everything a little bit more sexual than it already was, a little clearer where this is headed – probably sooner than later. Because even if we keep making jokes and bringing up our age difference (which I still think isn’t that bad), I can feel the pull of attraction towards him. And with the way he keeps looking at me, I’m sure he feels the same way.
We were flirty in our texts and we were touchy all evening. I remember the way my thighs hugged his neck when I sat on his shoulders. How his fingers dug into the pillowy flesh, holding me tight.
The way his arms closed around me, shielding me off from the people around us. Me shamelessly leaning into him, relishing the way his body feels against mine. How I felt safe at the concert with him as my personal bodyguard.
And every single thing heightened the feeling of need, of want, of desire that was already there when I saw him sitting at that table at the pub.
I try to hold off from squirming in my seat, having a hard time keeping my cool, especially when my eyes wander to him all the time while driving. How his knees almost graze the steering wheel, the way his knuckles strain when he grips it. His hair falling over the side of his face. The tattoos, the shirt he got hugging his biceps just the right way, just… every single detail.
I spend the ride home trying to keep my thoughts holy, but I can’t. His image and my imagination don’t seem to mix well.
He pulls up to my apartment complex, parking the car and turning the engine off, but he keeps the sound system running. He turns to me and the sentence I wanted to say gets stuck in my throat. I wanted to thank him for taking me to the concert, making me feel safe. Very obviously going out of his own comfort zone to accommodate me. Even when we still didn’t know each other for that long.
But the way he’s looking at me shuts me up before I can start talking. His gaze is intense, just like before and the effect is all the same. And I can’t tear my eyes from him, drinking him in.
“Don’t look at me like that.”, he says, not breaking eyecontact.
I bat my eyelashes at him, feigning nonchalance. “Like what?”
A little growl drops from his lips and the sound sends a wave of need between my legs. Like I even needed more of that. He leans a bit forward, inching closer and closer. “Like you want me to do something about this tension between us.”, he whispers, low and darkly.
“Maybe I do want that.”, I answer and he doesn’t need more encouragement than that.
His hands grab my face, his fingers tangle in my hair, and he presses his lips onto mine. His hold on me is soft, but the kiss is fiery. And for the first time I can really feel that he wants me as desperately as I want him.
I grab him, his t-shirt, pulling him against me. I can feel his broad chest under my fingertips, the warmth of his body, the hard muscles that I also was snuggled up against before. His leatherjacket falls from my shoulders and pools around my hips.
“Fuck.”, he grunts against my lips, letting one hand drop down to push the car seat back. He pulls me with him, onto his lap, my thighs spreading over it. His hand brushes down my back as his mouth finds mine once more to kiss me, feverish, demanding, needy. And I answer it with the same fervor, brushing my tongue against his, moaning as I taste him for the first time. The flavour of beer that we both drank cutting through his own scent.
He grabs my ass cheek, squeezing it through the fabric of my skirt and the touch is making me squirm in his lap, grinding onto him. I feel his hard length against me, straining against his jeans, my tights and panties not really being a barrier as I roll my hips, relishing the feeling of the fabric on my wetness. The feeling of his dick right underneath me.
“Do you wanna come upstairs?”, I breathe against his lips. I almost add that I don’t want to give my neighbors a show, but that seems to be a little on the nose.
He pulls my head back a bit, his eyes searching mine and I can see the unbridled lust in them. Other than that, it seems like he’s exercising restraint, stopping the movement of my hips on his lap. “If we do that, we’re gonna fuck.”, he states matter-of-factly.
His words colour my cheeks red. “I guess so.” is all I manage to say because the imagination alone is already making me hotter than I was before.
His gaze flits between my right and left eye, back and forth, like the answers are already pouring out of them. “Are you sure you want this?”, he asks softly.
I break eyecontact and nod because this whole interaction is making me shy all of a sudden. The brattiness is gone.
His hand that was still tangled in my hair strokes down the side of my face until his fingers grab my chin and turn it up, to make me look at him again. “Use your words, Liebes. Do you want me to fuck you?”, he rewords his question.
My breath halts in my throat and for a moment my mind goes completely blank. I just stare at him, swallowing down the nervousness I feel. “Yes.”, I answer him, my voice steadier than I would have expected.
He pulls up one of his eyebrows, looking at me like he’s expecting something more, the serious expression on his face turning heated and cocky.
“Please.”, I whisper which earns me a satisfied growl as he captures my lips again. The kiss is sloppier than the ones before, he bites my lower lip which sends a zap of pleasure right to my core and makes me moan against his lips some more.
He pulls back a little bit, his hot mouth pressing small pecks to my cheek and down to my neck, all while scooping me up and opening up the car door. He presses me flush against him as he gets out the car with me in his grasp, making sure I don’t bump my head on the car frame.
My arms wrap around his neck, my fingers digging into his shoulder, holding onto him, my thighs resting against his hips, while he locks the car and just uses one arm to steady me, like I weigh nothing. Well, to him I probably don’t.
Determination in his step, he approaches the building and I dig into my little bag with one hand to get the keys to my flat.
part 4
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Joey B Blurbs: Drive My Car
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Summary: You still haven't learned your lesson… and are back with a Joe prank! Now it's calling your poor husband to tell him about your discovery of “Christmas gas”.
Warnings: Fluff, slight illusion to smut
Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
Imagine universe: Into The Mystic
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December 12th, 2023
I still don't know how Joe isn't tired of me and my tricks yet. After all of the pranks I've pulled on him I just keep finding more.
Bored in bed since Joe was gone, I found a prank I could do on him over the phone and immediately got down to business.
He was at his parent's house helping his mom build a new dresser like the amazing son he is while I stayed at home with Tyson and Miles. They weren't awake yet so I could put Joe on speaker while recording with his iPad.
After making my hair look decent I pulled Joe’s contact up and called him.
In usual amazing husband fashion, he answered in less than two rings.
“Hey Joey.” - you
“Hey, Mama. What's up? Do I need to step outside for this.” - Joe
Even though I loved Robin with my whole heart, I really didn't want her to think I was a ditz who thought diesel was “Christmas gas”.
“Uhm, yes.” - you
“Okay gimme a sec.” - Joe
A few moments later you could hear the back sliding door shut and Joe told you to keep going.
“Okay so the other day I saw this TikTok about this thing called Christmas gas and I wanted to try it. So I did. Now my car barely even got home and it was making a weird sound.” - you
“Baby… what? What the fuck is Christmas gas and where did you get it?” - Joe
“The gas station we always go to! It's just gas that's supposed to smell like pine wood for the holidays.” - you
I had to mute myself because I was dying laughing. Joe sighed and groaned out of pure annoyance before clearing his throat to speak.
“You actually put it in your car?” - Joe
“Mhm. Should I have not of?” - you
“I don't know, y/n! I've never heard of damn Santa gas or whatever the hell!” - Joe
“Christmas gas! It’s a limited edition!” - you
“Limited edition… baby why would they have limited edition gas?” - Joe
“I don't know. It was like three more dollars a gallon though and didn't even smell like pine wood.” - you
“Oh my god. y/n, was it coming from the green nozzle?” - Joe
“Yes! You have heard of it!” - you
“y/n, that's diesel babe! Did you put diesel in your car?” - Joe
“No, I put the Christmas gas in.” - you
“The green nozzle is diesel, y/n. That's why it was 3 more dollars than the regular gas, and why your car isn't working, because you put diesel in your gas car!” - Joe
“Are you sure? The gas station was decorated for Christmas and the green pump even had lights on it.” - you
“Yes, I'm sure! I'm gonna have to call the mechanic and take your car in when I get home later. Hopefully, your engine isn't ruined.” - Joe
“Is my car going to be ruined, Joey?” - you
“I don't know baby. You have to stop doing those stupid TikTok trends, y/n.” - Joe
“I’m sorry Joe. If my car’s ruined don't feel like you have to get it fixed.” - you
“That's BS. Imma get your damn car fixed. Just promise you won't do stuff like that till you run it by me because it might be a scam.” - Joe
“Okay, baby. I love you.” - you
“I love you too, just don't use your car till I get home. If you need to go somewhere before I do just take one of mine.” - Joe
“Thank you, just one more thing to tell you before you go.” - you
“Please tell me you didn't get your oil changed with reindeer piss.” - Joe
I busted out laughing and Joe giggled along with me, proud of how he was quick enough to make a funny joke.
“No! But… this was a prank.” - you
“Oh my god y/n! So your car is fine?” - Joe
“Yes. I haven't even left the house… or even the bed yet today.” - you
“Shit babe, you had me worried for a minute. Well, I'm gonna go. I love you.” - Joe
“I love you too! Kinda sad I won't get to see you play sexy mechanic though.” - you
“Pregnancy hormones?” - Joe chuckled
“They’re through the roof.” - you giggled
“I’ll help when I get home.” - Joe
I could practically hear his smirk in his lust-laced promise.
“Bye, Joey.” - you
“Bye, Mama. Don’t be buyin’ any gasoline from elves ya hear?” - Joe
“Yes, sir.” - you laughed and Joe hung up
That gorgeous man is a saint for putting up with me.
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𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 part two | previous part ౨ৎ oscar x reader
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y/n l/n
lando norris
message y/n l/n?
yes > no
you have sent a message!
oscar
heyo
y/n l/n
hi oscar
sooo
ur famous.
oscar
uh yeah
is it gonna be a problem?
y/n l/n
not at all
😆
oscar
you don’t see me
any differently now?
y/n l/n
uhm
no?
i mean, you’re not taylor swift famous….
oscar
glad about that
must be a bit tiring being that famous
y/n l/n
i’d assume 🤔
if u don’t mind me asking
where do u live
oscar
the uk, for the most part
i travel lots though cause of my job
you?
y/n l/n
i’m living in france for a bit
with my two friends 😁
oscar
that’s nice
i like it over there
y/n l/n
yeah it’s quite alright
oscar
how long have you been
living in france?
y/n l/n
not too long
originally i just came here for a wedding
then my friend bought an apartment while she was drunk
oscar
how does one buy a whole ass apartment
while being drunk 😭
y/n l/n
honestly
i have zero clue
kinda funny tho
tell me more about yourself 🥸
oscar
well it’s my first season in formula one
i’m kinda awkward in person
i started karting when i was 10
i prefer dogs over cats
i like tim tams
sorry i don’t know what else to say……
y/n l/n
rookie season, wowie
i’m also awkward in person dw!!
karting at ten? woww i was eating chips on
my bed and watching austin & ally…
dogs over cats……… immediate no 🌝
tim tams are yummy
oscar
it’s your turn to tell me yourself
y/n l/n
okay okay uhm
I’m in uni atm
i have two cats named cinnamon and sugar
oscar
two cats?
y/n l/n
yes yes
oscar
oh! so uhm
how are u on this fine evening
y/n l/n
🌝🌝
very very good
you?
oscar
that’s good
i’m better now that I’m talking to you
y/n l/n
🫣
you’re a flirt, piastri
oscar
🤔🤔
maybe i am
but you like it, don’t you?
y/n l/n
i do
😵💫
oscar
i have to go now, sorry
bye :)
y/n l/n
bye oscar!
y/n ⛄️
guys
he wants me so bad ong
xienma 🛐
dulce hotline guy?
y/n ⛄️
yes yes
okay so
i know a bit more about him now
xienma 🛐
do tell
madeline 🤺
yes, tell us abt ur man!!
y/n ⛄️
okay so he’s an f1 driver for mclaren
so basically just cars??? it’s his rookie season
he started karting when he was 10
he loves tim tams
he prefers dogs over cats 🌝
madeline 🤺
that’s kinda boring
xienma 🛐
leave her man alone 🤓
but dogs over cats??
what ABOUT YOUR CHILDREN?????
madeline ⛄️
nah fr
he could POSSIBLY be the father of
cinnamon and sugar 🤔🤔🤔 if he likes
dogs more!!!
y/n ⛄️
dw guys
i can change him 🙏🏼
LOOK AT THIS GORGEOUS MAN
madeline 🤺
we’ve lost her to a man
xienma 🛐
aww he’s a cutie
i’m a ynoscar truther!!
madeline 🤺
i guess i’ll support u guys
just don’t let this be like ur old situationship
xienma 🛐
i second that
y/n ⛄️
i won’t guys, trust!!
he seems like a sweetheart
xienma 🛐
well, i hope everything will
work out for you guys 😁
just want u to be happy!
oscah 🦅
lando
norris
landoh 🤓
yes ?
oscah 🦅
i am so heavily attracted to her
landoh 🤓
dulce hotline girl???
oscah 🦅
obviously
look how beautiful she is
landoh 🤓
did you insta stalk her mate
….🌝
oscah 🦅
uhm
🤣🤣!!
maybe i did
she has two cats
cinnamon and sugar
landoh 🤓
wow mate
are you going to be a father to cats 😱
oscah 🦅
uhm no
i dunno
🤔🤔
landoh 🤓
how does she feel about like
you being famous
does she care?
oscah 🦅
no I don’t think so
she said i wasn’t “taylor swift level famous”
landoh 🤓
thank fuck you aren’t though
that’s good that she doesn’t really mind
about you being famous 🤔🤔
oscah 🦅
i agree
oh my god
oh my hod
landoh 🤓
what ????
oscah 🦅
she messaged me
oh mgmgod
-&;@2&;@?&2&/_*{+~£|¥_£|¥_
bye
bye
TALK TO U LATER
landoh 🤓
I’m actually SICK
seeing u obsess over a girl
this isn’t you babe 🥺🥺🥺
what happened to landoscar
😭😭💔💔
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y/n l/n has sent you a message
y/n l/n
hi oscar 🤓🤓
oscar
y/n l/n
oscar
hi y/n :)
also, you’re sending me all these memes of myself
so does that mean i’m in your camera roll?
y/n l/n
woah
oh
yeah you kinda are.. taking over my camera roll
didn’t even realize
oscar
wow are you already obsessed with me?
y/n l/n
uhm
i don’t think so, piastri
maybe YOU’RE the one obsessed with me!!
oscar
are you trying to use reverse psychology?
clever girl
y/n l/n
clever girl?? i’m blushing
oscar
wasn’t my intention but i’m glad
bet u look cute
y/n l/n
you’re insane for saying that
lord.
oscar
sorry sorry
y/n l/n
yeah no it’s fine
just !
😵💫🤔
oscar
quick topic change..
you know why i prefer dogs over cats?
y/n l/n
hm no
why?
oscar
cause i’m scared of cats
y/n l/n
how could you be scared of this baby
oscar
okay well i’m not scared of your cat in specific
just other cats…
y/n l/n
oh so ur biased 🙄
oscar
yes
well
no?
maybe
y/n l/n
you’re never meeting my cats.
oscar
wait no
trust i’ll change for them
y/n l/n
you know what’s funny
you kinda look like a cat yourself
oscar
oh my god
wait
why do i kinda look like one
y/n l/n
oscar pastry is a cat confirmed
piastri***
oscar
🥐
i’m oscar pastry fr
y/n l/n
wowie 🤓
okay i’m gonna go eat now
#dinner time
oscar
alright, bye
have a nice meal
y/n l/n
byee!
y/n ⛄️
HIIIIIII GUYSSSS
xienma 🛐
someone’s happy
what’d he do now
y/n ⛄️
he’s just so
sooooo 😍😍
madeline 🤺
we lost her
she’s down deep
xienma 🛐
i think they’re cute idk
pretty good looking couple imo
y/n ⛄️
i think so too, i might be a little biased though…..
do u guys think that men obsess over
girls the way we obsess over them
like this better be him 🤣🤣🤣
xienma 🛐
GIRL 😭😭
madeleine 🤺
no cause real shit
i wonder if they get giggly n shit
y/n ⛄️
FORREAL U GET ME!!
madeleine 🤺
like do they just go :3 when we message them
xienma 🛐
totally
y/n ⛄️
he totally goes like that when i msg him
he’s so cat coded idk what to tell u guys
madeline 🤺
no wonder y u want him so bad
y/n ⛄️
🌝🌝
xienma 🛐
i’m ynoscar truther forever
madeline 🤺
they barely kno each other 😒😒
THEY MET ON A DATING APP
xienma 🛐
okay girl just cause your little situationship
didn’t work out, doesn’t mean u have to be a hater..!
madeline 🤺
don’t bring that shit up again……
yall fake
y/n ⛄️
woah man
I didn’t say anything
i’m eating dinner!!
and mad, what if he has a cute lil friend 🤫
i’ll set u up 🔥🔥
madeline 🤺
our wag era 😈
y/n ⛄️
ok bye i’m leaving
😴 nap time
xienma 🛐
dream abt oscar xx
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Hiiii I was wondering if I could request smth along the lines of reader's old guy friend is in town from college and she has him over at her and Leon's apartment and he gets jealous so later he makes her sit there n watch as he jerks off so he can cum on her face and mark her as his 😭
pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader
summary: an old friend of yours comes to visit, and leon gets a little jealous. he has to make sure you remember that you're all his.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, masturbation, facial, praise, jealousy
word count: 2.3k
a/n: i hope this is what you were wanting! thank you for requesting :) sorry if leon comes across as slightly insane, ummm that's just how i get when i'm jealous so... as always, i appreciate the reblogs and comments oh so much <3
tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz
“It’s so great seeing you again,” you say as you pour lemonade into two glasses. The liquid crackles over the ice cubes, and you pick them up and hand one to the man standing on the opposite side of the counter.
Chad, your old friend from college, had come for an unannounced visit this afternoon. You didn’t particularly want him here, but you were being polite and catching up, going through normal small talk.
“Yeah, so it’s been great working there. Fingers crossed it stays that way,” he says.
You respond with a cordial laugh and smile as you hear the front door to your apartment opening.
“Hey babydoll, I’m-” Leon calls as walks through the entry. His eyebrows raise when he sees the unfamiliar person standing in his kitchen. “Who’s this?”
“Babydoll? Very cute,” Chad says to you teasingly.
Leon narrows his eyes slightly. It was a minor change in his expression. Chad probably didn’t notice it, but you picked up on it immediately.
You walk over to him and tuck yourself against his side. “This is my friend from college, Chad,” you say and look up at him. You rub his side reassuringly, knowing that Leon could be a little… territorial. “Chad, this is my boyfriend Leon.”
“Nice to meet you, Leon,” Chad says.
“Likewise. I’m sorry to interrupt. I didn’t know you would be here,” Leon says. You eye him, silently telling him to play nice. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.
“Neither did she. I’m just in town for the weekend, thought I’d stop by. Got her address from a mutual friend,” Chad clarifies.
“How nice,” he says. You hoped Chad took this as a normal interaction, but the clipped nature of Leon’s tone was pretty obvious.
“We’re just finishing up here, sweetheart. I know you’re probably tired from working,” you reach up and stroke his cheek, giving him a look that says what you’re really communicating, “You can go relax, and I’ll join you as soon as I’m done.”
Before Leon can reply to you, Chad chimes in. “Don’t worry, big guy. Fifteen more minutes, and she’s back to being all yours.”
When did she stop being all mine? Leon wanted to answer. But he knew it would mortify you, so he kept his mouth shut. Instead, he lets out a forced laugh.
“Have fun, babydoll,” he says to you, pulling you closer for a tighter hug and planting a kiss on your lips. With that, he walks off to your shared bedroom.
He shuts the door behind him and groans. He knew this was fucking stupid and immature, but god, he couldn’t help it when it came to you. He knew he could trust you, that you would never betray him like that. And he knew it should be embarrassing, all logic and reason being thrown out the window in favor of the primal part of his brain that looked at you and could only think one thing: mine.
It was just so frustrating. He paces the room for a moment and pinches the bridge of his nose. He tries to tell himself it’s fine. He’s being over dramatic. It’s all fine.
But every part of his mind and body are telling him it’s not fine. You're his. And who does that dumb fuck think he is to make fun of you for liking the name babydoll? Who does he think he is calling him “big guy” like they’re buddies or something? Who does he think he is, intruding on your private time together by coming over uninvited?
The whole thing pissed Leon off even more because he knew the real root of why he was getting so riled up about this even if he didn’t want to admit it. He had been so fucking horny all day, and all he wanted tonight was to come home to his sweet girl and stuff her full of his cock till neither of them could think straight.
Constantly, throughout the day, he pictured you whining, face contorting in pleasure, clawing at his back as he was balls deep inside that tight, wet pussy. He envisioned the way you wrapped your limbs around him and whimpered “My Leon” when the pleasure got too good. And now that he was thinking of this again, he felt himself getting hard inside the constraints of his jeans.
He could hear you out there talking to Chad, and it was driving him crazy. He could hear your laughter, but it wasn’t genuine. It didn’t sound true like when he told you a stupid joke. No. Obviously, you didn’t even really want this guy here.
While that should’ve made him feel better, it just worked him up more, convincing him you should’ve been in here with him instead, your face pressed to the mattress and your ass in the air while he filled you till you were leaking his cum.
After a while, it finally sounded like the conversation out there was winding down. He couldn’t restrain himself anymore. He had to give in a little bit. He adjusts himself to conceal his half-hard cock and walks out to the living room, acting as if he was getting a drink. He sees you saying bye to Chad at the front door.
At first he’s relieved, finally this douchebag will be out of your hair. But then he looks closer. That guy had his hand on your shoulder, his fingers rubbing tiny circles on the fabric of your shirt. Leon sees you shrug the hand off, but it does little to quell his anger.
Then this fucking guy brushes a strand of your hair out of your face as he says goodbye. You shrink away from the contact but still. It takes everything in Leon not to explode and rip that guy apart. He keeps his cool though and just glares daggers at him.
Chad catches a glimpse of him as he leaves. His expression falters a little as he sees the hateful look Leon’s shooting him, but he quickly puts on his stupid fucking smile again and waves. “See you another time, big guy.”
Leon’s blood boils at the comment. That guy thinks he’s so fucking funny. In reality, he was pathetic, hitting on you when he knew your boyfriend was in the other room. He wanted to go out there and wipe that smile off that guy’s face again. Let him know who’s girl you really were.
You turn around, and it’s like you can feel the fury radiating off of him. “Leon…” you say softly.
“What?” he says flatly before walking to the fridge to gulp down some water. He needed to cool off. He didn’t blame you for his own childish feelings, and it wouldn’t be fair to lash out at you.
You walk over to him tentatively. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” he says before swallowing the water. God, just look at you. So fucking cute he could barely take it. Looking up at him with those adorable eyes, your voice all soft and sweet like you couldn’t say a mean word if you tried. He couldn’t take it out on you, but he was so pent up.
“Are you sure?” you ask.
“Baby, I’m fine,” he repeats before finishing his drink. He decides to go back to the bedroom. You could follow if you wanted, but being in this state of anger when you were being so gentle was making him wild. He wanted to ruin you and have you crying that he was the only one you’d ever want. It was making him hard again.
You follow him to the bedroom and stand in the doorway. He’s sitting on the bed, clearly frustrated, and you have a good idea of what the problem is.
“You know he’s just a friend- actually, even less than that. He’s just some guy I used to know. I hadn’t thought about him in years before he showed up today,” you say.
“I know.”
“Then what’s the matter, my love. Why do you seem so tense?” you coo as you walk towards him.
Leon hesitates. He knew how pathetic the words sounded even before they came spilling out of his mouth. “The way he was touching you? And the way he talked. He’s such a dick.”
“I know,” you sigh, “Like I said, we aren’t friends. You’ll most likely never see him again, so I wouldn’t give him anymore of your energy.”
“Is it not obvious you’re mine?” he continues, “And the whole babydoll thing? Fuck that guy. I like that you like when I call you babydoll. It’s cute. He’s fucking stupid.”
You just nod, letting him rant and get it out of his system. Kneeling down in front of him, you rub his knee and up to his thigh. “I like when you call me babydoll too. It’s very sweet,” you agree with a small smile.
It was an innocent gesture, getting on your knees in front of him. An attempt to make better eye contact with the way he was sitting. But now, his dick was solid. He shifts a little.
“Because you’re precious,” he breathes and leans forward to lay a kiss on your forehead.
You sense the shift in his demeanor and see his physical fidgeting. “How can I make you feel better, babe? Take your mind off it?”
He stares at you for a moment, contemplating what he wants. “Just stay there,” he grunts when he figures it out. He undoes his belt and slides his pants and boxers down his legs. His flushed cock rests against his thigh.
You assume he wants a blowjob, so you reach for it. You’re surprised when he grabs your wrist and stops you. “Not right now, honey.”
He leans back a little and wraps his fingers around his cock. He begins stroking slowly, up and down. He lets out a deep breath.
You raise your eyebrows at him but don’t protest. If this was what he wanted, why would you oppose?
“Just stay right there, angel. Just need a minute,” he says.
He looks down at you, his eyes hooded with lust. You were perfect to him. The way you watched and didn’t say a word, letting him do what he needed.
“My pretty girl,” he grunts and teaches with his free hand to stroke your hair. He pumps his cock a little faster, “Spit on it for me, babydoll.”
You do what he asks, leaning forward and spitting down onto his cock. His hand slides up, taking your saliva and spreading it over the head and down the shaft.
“Good girl,” he says. A low moan rumbles in his chest as he jerks himself off in front of you. You just watch silently.
You keep your eyes on his fist and the beads of precum that leak from the angry, red tip. While you gaze at this sight, you tilt your head and rest it on his thigh.
He didn’t even fully understand why, but seeing you do that sets something off in him. A guttural sound erupts from some deep, primitive place inside him, and his hips buck into his hand. The way you looked so content to just watch him please himself. It made him feel the connection to you that he so desperately needed to be reminded of.
“Sweet baby,” he moans, his head falling back, “My precious girl. Only mine.”
He starts gently fucking his closed fist, biting his lip and whimpering as he does. You grew damp between your thighs at the sight.
“You’re my baby. Mine. You wouldn’t do this for anyone else. I’m the only one who gets to have this, see you on your knees watching me jerk off,” he mumbles, more to himself than you as the rush of impending release fogs his head.
“Mhm,” you simply agree.
He moans more, his eyes half shut at this point. His hips keep working slightly. Soft, wet noises fill the air as the mix of saliva and precum coat his dick throughout the process.
“Baby, say you’re mine. Say it to me. Wanna fucking hear it,” he groans.
“I’m yours,” you say.
“Yeah, you are,” he grunts, “Nobody else gets my baby girl. You’re only for me.”
He whimpers again and his breathing becomes ragged as he gets closer to the edge. It’s so close, he can feel it right there.
“Gonna cum on your face, baby. Gotta see that you belong to me. See my fucking mark on you,” he rambles out.
“I want you to cum on my face. Wanna feel my Leon claim me as his own,” you say.
Once he hears those two words, it’s over. He makes a noise that’s somewhere between a growl and a whine as he cums. Euphoric release floods his veins while streams of hot, sticky cum cover your face. He thrusts upward into his grasp as they flow out of him and coat your skin.
When he’s finished, he looks down at you with dilated pupils. All the anger had left him with his orgasm, and now it was replaced by pure love for you. You still looked so cute covered in his cum.
He sits up and strokes your jaw. “Thank you, baby. Sorry for getting so intense,” he chuckles.
You smile and rise to sit next to him on the bed. “It’s ok. I get a little crazy when I’m jealous too,” you say.
“Oh? I don’t think I’ve seen that,” he says teasingly.
“Well, don’t try to find out,” you say and smile at him.
You sit there for a moment, wondering if you could clean your face now. He seems to know what you’re thinking. He rubs your thigh and kisses your hair.
“Give me a few minutes to get it up again,” he whispers in your ear, “Then I’m cumming deep inside that pretty pussy while you're still covered in my last load. Gonna have everyone in this city hear who you belong to when you're screaming my name.”
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turning tables - a vinnie hacker short
a/n: requested by @tcvazq; lowercase intended
cw: swearing, jealous vinnie, vinnie being a dickhead, angry sex, unprotected sex, slight handjob, pussy eating, dirty talk, creampie, fluffy aftercare. this an nfsw short, everything written is fictional. interact or don’t, i’m not your mother
summary: trying to fuck the attitude out of an angry vinnie fails to work when he decides it’s better to fuck you dumb
“what the fuck was that guy’s problem?!”
“vin, it’s not that big of a deal! he was just being nice!”
“he was flirting with you! did you not see him staring at your lips? he wanted to kiss you!”
“okay, now you’re being stupid. he was a nice boy who just wanted to chat.”
“god, you’re so fucking thick-headed!”
“excuse me? i’m thick-headed? okay, that’s fine.”
i storm off, unable to take any more of his attitude. i slam the door to our bedroom and into the bathroom, where i feel the tears spill from my eyes and down my cheeks. the house is silent, dead silent. like you could hear a pin drop it was that quiet. i break that silence by turning the tap on to wash my face. as i dry my face with a towel, i feel a pair of hands harshly grab my waistband of my shorts to rip them off.
“vinnie what the fuck?! no! you don’t deserve this! if anything, i should fuck your nasty attitude out of you!”
“oh yeah? prove it then,” vinnie spat.
i push him out of the bathroom and shove him onto the bed with everything that i have. i spit on his cock and jerk him off super fast. hearing slight groans from his lips, i speed up my actions, my wrist feeling like it’s on fire from the rapid pace of me jerking him off. i feel my movements getting tired and sloppy, my wrist burning from trying to prove him that i can fuck his attitude out of him.
“give up princess?” he says, all cocky and confident in himself
“no. shut up.”
fucking dickhead. i straddle his waist and align myself over his cock. i sink down onto his cock, letting myself go all the way down until i reach the base as his tip hits my cervix. i moan at the way his cock stretches me out and the way it feels so deep and so full inside me. i start bouncing up and down really fast, trying to fuck the attitude of his him but once again, i’m met with light groans. twat. i’m growing tired of this, i give up.
“tired princess? you give up now?”
i shoot him the middle finger before i’m flipped over and thrown onto my back, legs spread and pussy out in the open air.
“how about i fuck you dumb, maybe my attitude will go away.”
vinnie dips his head down and starts devouring me like an animal. licking, biting and sucking my clit and folds, the pleasure is too much. it feels so good, i hate it. but i love it too damn much. asshole. cute asshole. i hate him. oh fuck i love him, he’s unreal. i feel myself cumming all over his face, i wasn’t even ready to announce it yet! he wipes his mouth clean and begins jerking himself off. what a cocky bastard! he shoves his cock inside me, giving me no time to adjust as he pounds me into oblivion.
i can’t help but moan, whine and cry out at the intense pleasure of it all. the way his cock glides through my wetness, the way his veins hit all the right spots and the way his tip hits my cervix, god it feels fucking amazing. i’m so close, i can feel my walls clench around vinnie’s cock, ready to explode all over him.
“vinnie, i’m gonna cum, oh fuck right there don’t st- ah!”
i cum around vinnie’s cock, my juices coating him all the down to the base and down to his balls. Vinnie cums not long after, his warm load spurting inside me as it paints my walls white. he pulls out and helps me clean myself up. he sits me down on the toilet so i can do my business before helping me wash my hands, put my pyjamas on and tucking me into bed. he plays with my hair before we fall asleep in each other’s arms.
the next morning, i wake up, my head pounding and legs shaking. i think back to last night’s events and now i understand why. i go to get up out of bed but crawl back in because i can’t move. it hurts to walk. vinnie walks back in from the bathroom, smile on his face.
“morning, princess. how’d you sleep?”
“fine. you hurt me.”
“what do you mean?”
“i can’t walk, idiot!”
“oh. sorry.”
“i guess i should apologise. i didn’t mean to make you angry. the poor guy wanted to talk.”
“no, i should apologise. i just got jealous seeing you talk to a guy that’s not me. sometimes i get scared that you’ll leave me for someone else.”
“vincent, no! i would never do that. don’t be silly! you’re mine and i’m yours.”
“good, cause now i want cuddles.”
“come here, you big goof!” i giggle, stretching my arms out for the boy in front of me.
we spend the rest of the morning cuddling, kissing and making up after last night. I think we both learnt our lessons. vinnie’s lesson being that he doesn’t have to be so jealous anymore as my eyes are on him and him only, and my lesson being don’t try and fuck the attitude out of my boyfriend as i’ll just get fucked dumb to the point where i can’t move a muscle downstairs.
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can you do hickeys smut with jj maybank and after all their friends see it and take the mick out of jj
i love you so
pairing(s): bf!jj maybank x gf!fem!reader , the pogues x reader
warnings: a little smut, unprotected sex, p in v, pet names, creampie, overstimulation, use of y/n once
summary: jj marks you up for everyone to see, including your friends.
authors note: thank you for the request! sorry this took so long but i hope you enjoy :)
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do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.
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his lips trailed across your neck, sucking and biting at the skin there, his body planked over yours.
your hands tangled in his hair as you bit your lip to suppress the moans threatening to slip out when his hips pressed into yours. “oh, fuck.”
he kissed down your chest and continued to lick and suck at your breasts, leaving pretty little bruises across your skin. some in places only he’d ever see, and others in places for everyone else to know who you belonged to.
“jj, ‘m so close,” you mumbled, your hips rolling up into his to match his rhythm before his lips were back onto yours.
“you gonna come for me, sweet girl?” he mumbled against your lips. “hm?”
you simply nodded, too tired to do much of anything else right now. your nails sunk into his back when your orgasm approached like a tidal wave, crashing over you and triggering his own.
you felt the warmth fill you up, making your legs shake with the slight overwhelming stimulation.
he pressed a few gently kisses to your cheeks then forehead before leaning up.
“wait,” you stopped, hands searching for him. “can we just lay here for a minute?” you asked softly.
“‘course, sweetheart,” he said, laying down by your side and looping his arm around you so you could cuddle in close.
—
the chateau, for once, was actually not burning hot inside. so here you all were, you and jj cuddled up on a couch, john b and sarah the same on the other one with kie and pope to their left against the arm.
due to the heavy rain outside, you guys decided it was best to stay inside and just chill for a little until mother nature decided to move on.
everything was fine, everyone having fun and enjoying time together. that was until your best friend, sarah, glanced at you when you turned your head a little too much, causing the neckline of your shirt to drift down slightly. “holy shit, jj,” she exclaimed. “you’re like a vampire or something, dude.”
then john b had noticed it. “jesus, man. take it easy, will you? poor y/n.”
“oh my god,” kie jumped in. “did that hurt?”
“there’s absolutely no way that it didn’t,” pope added.
a blush began to settle over your cheeks as jj laughed and you buried your head into the crook of his neck.
“i call it art,” your boyfriend said. “i like to think i’m an arti—“
he was cut off when you slapped his stomach and mentally cursed at the embarrassment.
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just a little thought about college!steve
“i’m not in the mood harrington.”
you can feel the smirk in his voice, no need to tear your eyes away from the textbook.
“come on, give that pretty little head of yours a break for five minutes.”
that pretty little head of yours. infuriation with him was hard when he knew how to get you in your sweet spot.
you sigh. “i have a big test steve.”
the table creaks lightly as the boy sets his weight atop it. you run a tired palm down your face.
“you need a break.” there’s sincerity in his tone that relaxes the tension in your neck, no matter how much you wish it wouldn’t. succumbing to his sweetness was going to be the end of you, but it would be a mighty fine way to die.
“fine.” you huff, tossing your pencil to the side and bookmarking the page. “you have five minutes.”
when you finally look at steve, his smug smirk is replaced by a boyish grin, brown eyes gleaming behind the frames of his glasses. he circles around the back of your chair, the woodsy scent of his cologne dizzying your already tired brain. he leans in close, breath tickling your ear.
“just relax.” the low timbre of his voice sends heat down your spine. he chuckles as you swallow hard. “i gotcha.”
his thumbs gently press into the base of your neck, rubbing circles in your tired muscles. you nearly moan at the sensation, having been hunched over the table for almost three hours straight. you bite your lip as your eyes flutter shut, leaning back into the chair and further into steve’s touch.
“atta girl.” he says breathlessly. “relax for me.”
this is starting to feel slightly more intimate than it should, but you’re too tired to care. his hands are working wonders for the tension in your body. steve digs the heels of his palms into your shoulders and this time the groan that leaves your lips is unavoidable.
“fuck, that feels good.” you preen, thankful there’s no one else in this area of the library baring witness to this moment.
“yeah?” he taunts. “feel good baby?”
“don’t call me baby” you huff out. “you know i hate it.”
“but you’re so hot when you get pissed off.”
“steve.” you whine. he’s smart enough to get the message; that you’re absolutely spent and just need this little moment of peace, no time for banter that takes up too much energy you don’t have.
he continues his ministrations in silence, taking note of the areas you seem to react to and giving them more attention. steve works his way to the ends of your shoulders before giving them a final squeeze. he moves around to sit on the edge of the table again.
“feel better?”
you sigh, eyes opening to meet his. the glow of the sunset streaming in from the long glass windows casts him in a glow that makes him look like a god. streaks of amber illuminating the high points of his face, capturing flecks of gold in those chocolate irises. your breath nearly hitches at the sight, and you swear a blush forms on his cheeks.
“much.” you shake whatever feeling started to bloom. “thank you.”
“no need to thank me.” he pushes off the edge of the table, heading for the double doors that lead back out to campus. “can’t have you falling on your pretty face before i get to take you out.”
you roll your eyes, but you both know it’s only teasing. steve leans back against the mahogany and crosses his arms, biceps flexing in a polo that hugs every curve of his body just right.
“so same time tomorrow?”
you quirk a brow. “i’m sorry?”
he gestures to you like this is the most obvious thing in the world. “i’m assuming this test isn’t until friday so you’ll be here again tomorrow.”
you glance back at your notebook, then back at steve. “uh, yeah. yeah you’re right.”
the smirk finally makes it appearance. “great. i’ll be here.”
“steve.”
“oh come on! i can quiz you with those flash cards you were making last week.”
your brows furrow. “how do you know about my flash cards?”
he winks, and your heart skips a beat. “i know a lot more about you than you think baby.”
you shake your head, reaching behind you to crumble a stray piece of paper and throw it at him. he dodges it swiftly, but not before bumping into a bookshelf.
“don’t call me that!” you say through your laughter. he laughs along with you, and the feeling from before creeps into your chest again. it’s your turn to put your chin up.
you cross your arms to match his pose. “you better be on time harrington.”
his eyes widen a bit, like he wasn’t expecting you to cave to his advances so easily. this time there’s no mistaking; the flush on his cheeks is evident. steve nods before backing away the last few paces. “see you tomorrow then.”
“see you then, pretty boy.” you quip, before turning back to your work, a smile plastered across your face.
steve catches a glimpse of it before turning on his feet out the door. he’s grateful to turn back around and find you still turned away from him, so you don’t see how he carries that same grin all the way back to his dorm.
#i would fold in an instant#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington smut#steve harrington fic rec#steve harrington#joe keery#stranger things
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My Top Aaron Quotes
men who are just constantly tired of everything>>>>>
“Well buckle up, wiz kid.”
“So yeah, I am gonna miss you. I’m really gonna miss you.”
“Sue me. Except don’t. My brain is already fried from the financials, I don’t need to throw legalese on top of that.”
“Fuck it. There’s nothing in here I can’t replace. I want you."
“Oliver”
“I didn’t say I wanted to spend the day with you, I asked if you wanted to spend the day with me. I asked first.”
"Ell"
“Hey, stop it. Because you know how much I like you running your fingers through my hair. Makes my brain go all fuzzy.”
“I appreciate it. And you.”
“Oh, it’s not playing dirty. It’s just me making you feel good.”
“I didn’t realise I was apparently dating an anthropomorphic backpack.”
“H-hey—stop it. You—no, your kisses are just… it tickled. Shut up. So what if my sides are ticklish, it’s not like that’s weird, you shit.”
“Oh, and now you can’t even find the strength to lift your head out of my lap, hmm? You poor thing. Who knew that being lazy could be so exhausting?”
“I love you very much. Now get off me.”
“You talked a big talk back then. But it turns out you’re just a cuddle-hungry softy after all, huh? Yes you are. At least when you’re still sleepy, anyway.”
“I also know you’re probably the kind to fly off half-cocked and make me chase you down with the SPF 50 like a madman. If for no other reason than to infuriate me.”
“Come here. Come closer. Because I said so.”
“I love you. And I love rain. And I love being with the person I love while it rains. Isn’t that a fun little combo?”
“You are very cute looking up at me like that.”
“Or is the thought of a few more minutes in my arms that much of an imposition? Asshole. Mmm. I love you too.”
“I can’t even try to say a nice thing without you having to get some snark into it, can I? No, I wouldn’t have it any other way. You brat. I love you just as you are.”
“You make me better. And that’s no small order when you’re talking about me, given the high level I already started at.”
“A man’s gotta eat. And you’ve always been my favorite thing on the menu.”
“Oh yes, you’re so put upon. Your evil boyfriend only makes you a whole breakfast spread, he won’t then also let you sleep in even later than you already have.”
“Eli”
“Yes, in a shocking twist, I do find your absence unpleasant. Perish the thought, right?”
“Time spent with the people I care about is important to me. It doesn’t have to be time doing anything special, it doesn’t have to be conversations about our future or some greater purpose or any of that shit, I just want to be with the person that I’m with.”
“Sure, there are plenty of ways to sleep on a couch just fine. It’s your hybrid approach that lands somewhere between gymnast and pretzel that tends to get you in trouble.”
“You’re okay. It’s gonna be okay.”
“If it feels like it's coming on again, come tell us, okay?”
“I only met them a handful of times. They're sweet. They laugh a lot. They spent most of the time giving Elliott shit, it was funny. Not in like a mean way, like the way you do when you love somebody that much. They were a good balance for one another.”
“God I sound old. And I feel old. And I’m not, but it feels like it. A grumpy old man. Might as well start yelling at kids to not play so loud in the neighborhood, really complete the image.”
“Stop calling me an old man, only I’m allowed to call me old. Don’t be mean. I’m in a vulnerable state. I need baseless praise.”
“Yes. Holding you feels very productive.”
“Yeah. Let me just rub it on that pretty face for a little bit…”
“ It’d be fine. Almost as fine as you. I’m tired, I’m allowed to be stupid.”
“El, I have never hated you. You’re my little brother, I love you.”
“No the windows are mirrored glass. You should know that, you worked here.”
“Whose is it? Louder”
“Thank you baby. Yeah, thank you for trusting me like you do. […] All I wanna do is prove myself worthy of that trust.”
#haven’t don’t one of these in a while#been busy okay#redacted aaron#bubbler’s top quotes#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redactedverse
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Imagine this: Changbin hiding the fact he tried to masturbate thinking his lover was out for too long..forgot to take out the vibrator in him and he tries to lie while holding back the noises..the whole night it's in him moving around and he keeps holding back..but when they are about to sleep his lover asks him if he's hiding anything..this has been in my head and it turns me on
anon. oh my god.
🏷️ sub!changbin. dom!gn!reader. established relationship. sex toys.
it’s so good. way too good to stop. changbin keeps the vibrator inside him while he fists his cock for what seems like forever.
he wishes that the vibrator was being controlled by you, so he recreates your cruelty — and sweetness — by hiding the remote under his pillow while he uses yours between his legs.
but before he could hump the pillow, hell seeps through the crack between the door frame once changbin realizes you’re at the door.
knock, knock, knock.
“binnie, i’m back,” you yawn, stretching your arm as you swing the door open.
oh fucking shit.
changbin isn’t quick enough despite your slow movements. he pulls up his shorts but forgets to turn the vibrator off, so he simply clamps his legs shut with your pillow instead. he looks all sorts of weird, face fully flushed and sweaty, his body covering more than half the bed, curly hair tousled although he hasn’t slept, face shocked as if he didn’t expect you home — though he should have, it’s just that he didn’t check the time.
so much for jerking off. rather, so much for thinking about you.
“how’ve you been?” you tilt your head, curious at your suspiciously flushed boyfriend.
thank god that the vibrator that you got for changbin is silent, but why did it have to be so strong? changbin
“i just…worked out a bit,” he huffs, “uhh, did some cooling down exercises here.”
“didn’t you just come from the gym?”
“i did! and…i was bored, so i did jumping jacks…” changbin cuts you off a little too excitedly.
there’s a star in changbin’s eye when he winks at you as a distraction from the fact that the little toy is fucking him on the highest setting. he struggles not to whine, so he coughs a bit after shooting you a reassuring smile.
you’re not really buying it though, but nothing shows on your face. he mistakes it for the coast being clear. he kind of hopes you’d briefly get out of the room, though.
“oh well. i also have some unfinished work.” you sit down on the edge of the bed beside his legs, reaching for your laptop from your bag. “mind if i just finish this?”
he minds. a lot.
firstly, you look way too hot. you’re just in everyday semiformal, but that’s the exact type of clothing changbin imagined you in while he was abusing his cock earlier. secondly, you’re right there and way too close. it makes the butterflies pool in his stomach, but the butterflies fly in tornadoes until they burst into flames. he figures it’s from both from the close proximity and from the sickeningly unforgiving vibrator.
and thirdly, the said vibrator found its way through changbin’s sweet spot, giving him a full body shiver. you could feel him quivering through the comforters.
“is my binnie okay?”
“i’m f-fine. just tired.”
you silently question whether muscle spasms can cause vibrations as big as that. they could, but not like that. in fact, he shakes eerily similar to the time you tried that vibrator for the first time.
he was a screaming mess. his ass was moving on its own, in the air and quivering from the sensations inside him. he kept begging for you, unclear with what he desired specifically, but you knew that he just wanted you. all of you. he wanted more of what you were doing, whining your name with no aim of a demand, drooling onto the bedsheets while his fists grabbed helplessly onto the pillows as you put the vibrator into the highest setting for seconds on end, making him cum.
it’s too bad he can’t do any of that now.
so he stares. he stares at you and what you’re working on while awkwardly trying to shift positions on the bed. he tries helplessly to stop the vibrator from hitting the spot that gets him cumming the hardest, but it only goes further in. his walls clench and tighten around the toy while he watches your fingers. he catches your reflection in the laptop screen.
he’s so fucked, literally and figuratively.
you look back at your pitiful boyfriend.
the poor pillow between changbin’s thighs and the vibrator is suspiciously wrinkled, but you think nothing of it as your boyfriend shifts his position slightly again. you think he’s just acting naturally cute like this, thighs squeezed against the fabric while the curvature of his ass peeks from behind his hips.
it looks delicious. so plump that not even the facade of his body can cover it. it looks especially full, and you know this even if you’re unaware that it’s literally filled.
you can’t help the urge, and so you slap changbin’s ass.
what a fucking mistake.
the boy’s eyes widen as he successfully bites back a supposedly loud whine. that’s what he thinks, as a little whimper betrays his lips in the process.
but you try to think nothing of it, smirking at him instead.
“so cute,” you coo.
if only he could run to the bathroom without cumming in his shorts. everything affects him to such a high degree that he’s red, warm to the touch, and sweating buckets. he merely digs his head into his pillow and clenches his ass instinctively, hopelessly looped back into the never-ending cycle of suffering that he got himself into.
then you get up from your spot. you slam the laptop down and stretch, putting the device lazily on the bedside table without a second thought. you toss your accessories off and simply stretch your back until it hits the bed, lying down beside changbin.
shit, shit, shit.
“i had a long day,” you start. “can we cuddle?”
“ah, uhm, sure, b-but i’m…a little sweaty and sore, yeah.” changbin fails to keep his cool.
“but we always hug even if you’re sweaty and sore.” you pout and squeeze his bicep. “we even fuck like that.”
god, if you don’t stop talking to him like this.
changbin lets out a small whine, attempting to hide his face in the pillow again. that’s when your suspicion ticks. you could feel a strong vibration against the bed and you’re not sure if it’s your boyfriend or your overheating laptop by the bedside table.
“are you sick?”
“no…”
“then what’s up?”
he looks away and that’s when you notice how watery his eyes are. his face is fully flushed, his ears are red. sweat gets his bangs sticking to his forehead. he looks like he’s quite literally heated up.
and he is. the vibrations of the machine inside his ass heats him up, which doesn’t help his already warming walls. his plush ass keeps it in and the more he involuntarily clenches, the more that he feels it whirring and hitting his insides. it almost hurts but it’s so good, and you’ve been at this for so long but he can’t blame you.
he wants to just admit it.
“are you hiding something?”
but he can’t.
“n-no…”
“binnie, you’re stuttering. you don’t look okay. is anything bothering you?”
he could cry. from the pain, from the pleasure, from the fact that you care so much about him that his heart swells as much as his sweet spot is swelling at this point. he can’t help this insane amount of love but fuck, if he could just turn it off.
but a part of him doesn’t want to.
and when you find out, you don’t either.
you yank your pillow out of changbin’s thighs and the vibrator slips out from the force.
you’ve been thinking about it since earlier: your pillow was sitting between his legs for seemingly no reason. though, you know him better than he does, and you know that’s a sign that he’s horny. he always masturbates with your pillow between his legs. you could only guess why, but your intuition serves you right as changbin stares in horror at the vibrator whirring outside of him.
for some reason, the emptiness of his ass hurts, but your reassuring smile cuts through it as he stares at your face.
“if you wanted me to help, you should’ve asked, binnie.”
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