#I try to pull the video up so I can unmute it

[pucksandpower]

Say My Name

Oscar Piastri x streamer!Reader

Summary: when fans mistake Oscar for your ex while he is hanging around in the background of your stream, you get introduced to a side of Oscar that you’ve never seen before

Warnings: 18+ content

Your fingers fly across the keyboard as you narrate the intense battle unfolding on your stream. “Oh damn, that was close! I almost got sniped there.” You lean in, eyes narrowed at the screen. “Gotta be more careful or this round is over.”

The chat explodes with messages cheering you on. Being one of the top female gaming streamers has its perks, like an incredibly loyal fanbase that hangs on your every word.

You glance at the viewer count — over 50,000 watching live. Not too shabby.

“Okay team, let’s rush B, I’ll try to draw their fire.” You move your character into position, heart pounding with anticipation.

Suddenly, a quiet thump comes from the living room behind you. You start, whipping your head around, but see nothing amiss through the open doorway. Must have been your imagination.

You refocus on the game, calling out tactics to your teammates. Another muffled sound, like something soft hitting the floor, catches your attention. You turn off your video and hit mute on your mic. “Hello? Is someone there?”

No response. You’re just about to unmute when a very familiar face pops into view from the hallway. It’s your boyfriend of nearly two years.

Your face splits into a huge grin as you take in his messy hair and the rumpled clothes he slept in on the flight. “Oscar! You’re back early!”

He crosses to you, bending to press a kiss to the top of your head. “Missed you,” he mumbles against your hair.

You tilt your face up for a proper kiss, “I missed you too, ba-”

But you’re cut off as his lips crash into yours, insistent and heated. Heat blooms in your cheeks at the sudden, passionate embrace. Far too soon, Oscar pulls away, leaving you flustered and breathless.

“Sorry,” he says with a smirk that suggests he’s anything but. “Couldn’t help myself.”

You shake your head, laughing. “You’re ridiculous. I’m working, you know.”

“So I noticed.” Oscar settles onto the couch just off-camera, casual as can be. “Don’t mind me, keep going.”

“You sure?” You eye him skeptically. The stream has been on a short period without your commentary and the chat is getting restless. “I can take a break if you want.”

He waves a dismissive hand. “No, no, I’m just going to hang out here for a bit. Go ahead.”

Hesitating only a moment, you turn your video back on and unmute your mic. “Alright folks, sorry about that little pause. I, uh, got a surprise visitor.” You gesture vaguely toward where Oscar lounges behind you.

The chat instantly lights up with questions about who was there. Smiling to yourself, you ignore them for now, re-focusing on the game.

Over the next hour, it becomes increasingly difficult to concentrate. Oscar keeps distracting you, making silly faces and gestures whenever you glance his way. More than once you have to stifle a laugh after catching sight of him. Your fans seem to find your giggly mood delightful, though they remain oblivious to the cause.

Finally, in a rare break between matches, you swivel in your chair to face him. “You’re being so disruptive,” you stage-whisper. “Don’t you have better things to do than pester me?”

Oscar feigns innocence. “Who, me? I’m just sitting here, love.”

Rolling your eyes, you stretch your arms overhead with a groan, back popping from sitting so long. Oscar’s gaze shamelessly rakes over you, darkening.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you mutter, fighting a smile.

“Like what?” His eyes glint with mischief.

You open your mouth to respond, but a new donation notification pops up on your stream, cutting you off. “Oh, wow, thanks for the ten thousand bits, Legend27!” The expensive donation isn’t that unusual, but the comment attached gives you pause.

I’m so happy you and Eric made up! You two are couple goals for real.

Frowning, you scan the new barrage of messages flooding the chat … and find dozens echoing similar sentiments.

Your stomach drops as you finally realize what your viewers think is happening. They assume Oscar is actually your ex, the one you briefly dated and had an awful breakup with over two years ago. Apparently his surprise appearance has led them to believe you two have reconciled.

Heat floods your face at the misunderstanding. Objecting seems pointless though — you’ve learned it’s better not to discuss your private romantic life on stream. “Ah, thanks guys, you’re too kind,” you finally say, aiming for a neutral tone.

Beside you, Oscar stiffens, catching the implications of the messages. His jaw clenches and you watch as his face cycles through a series of micro-expressions — first surprise, then confusion, quickly followed by displeasure and … jealousy?

Uh oh. This could get messy fast if he gets worked up. You try to subtly shake your head at him in a silent plea to ignore the chat.

No such luck. His brow furrows deeper and you can practically see the tension ratcheting up in his shoulders.

Suddenly, Oscar surges to his feet with a muttered curse. Before you can react, he’s stalking around the side of your chair until he’s directly in view of the camera’s frame.

“Oscar, what are you-”

But he cuts you off by cupping your face in his hands and kissing you hard. Your startled squeak is smothered by his fierce, possessive mouth moving over yours.

Powerless to resist the onslaught of sensations, you melt bonelessly against him as the kiss stretches on and on. Only the escalating number of notifications showing the shock and exclamations from your viewers finally breaks through the heady fog.

With extreme reluctance, Oscar ends the kiss, both of you panting. He keeps his face buried in the crook of your neck, lips brushing your flushed skin as he growls, “She’s mine.”

Then, before you can respond, he reaches past you and slams his palm into the power button of your streaming setup, shutting everything down.

The simultaneous howl of outrage from tens of thousands of confused fans cuts off abruptly as the screen goes black. Only the two of you are left in the ringing silence that follows.

“Oscar!” You finally manage. “What was that?”

He pulls away enough to meet your wide-eyed gaze, his brown eyes blazing with an intensity that steals your breath.

“I got … jealous,” he admits, seeming almost surprised at his own vehement reaction. “When they thought I was your ex. I didn’t like that at all.”

Your expression softens at his uncharacteristic show of vulnerability. Reaching out, you trace his sharp cheekbone with gentle fingers. “You have no reason to be jealous, silly man. It’s only ever been you.”

Some of the blazing heat in his stare banks into smoldering embers at your reassurance. “Yeah?” A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Good.”

He leans in again until his lips are a hairsbreadth from yours. “Because you’re mine, okay? And I’m yours.”

“Yeah,” you breathe out, dizzy with wanting him. “I’m all yours, Oscar.”

The possessive words seem to flip a switch in him. With a low, rumbling sound of approval, his mouth slants over yours once more in a searing, demanding kiss that makes your toes curl.

The abrupt ending to your stream is already causing a social media firestorm of epic proportions. But surrounded by the circle of Oscar’s arms, his familiar warmth and love, you can’t find it in yourself to care even a little bit.

After all, you think dizzily as he deepens the kiss, your fans should have recognized that you two were a couple from the very start — because Oscar Piastri is most definitely not your ex.

He’s your everything.

***

Oscar’s hands are everywhere, seemingly unable to get enough of you as his kisses grow more and more fervent. Your back hits the wall with a gentle thump as he crowds closer, caging you in with the solid warmth of his body.

“Missed you so much, love,” he rasps against the heated skin of your neck. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

A whimper escapes your lips at the scorching path his mouth blazes over your pulse point. “I m-missed you too, Oscar.”

His name falls from your lips like a prayer and he rewards you by sucking a mark into the sensitive spot just below your ear. Pleasure zings along your nerves at the hint of delicious possession in the act.

When he finally pulls back to gaze at you with dark, hooded eyes, his lips are reddened from enthusiastic use. The sight sends a molten flare of desire arrowing straight to your core.

“Say it again,” he commands roughly, voice gone low and gritty in that way that never fails to make you melt.

You blink up at him, momentarily lost in a lust-fueled haze. “W-What?”

“My name.” His large hands skim over the curve of your waist, bunching the fabric of your shirt. “Say my name again.”

“Oscar,” you breathe without hesitation, watching raptly as his pupils blow wider at the sound. “Oscar, Oscar, Oscar ...”

Each breathy iteration seems to stoke his hunger hotter. His fingers flex against your sides like he’s holding himself back from something.

On a daring whim, you slant your mouth near his ear, letting your lips brush the shell with every word. “Oscar Piastri,” you practically purr. “My Oscar.”

A broken groan is your only warning before he���s on you again, mouths crashing together in a heated crash of lips, teeth, and tangling tongues. His hand comes up to cup the nape of your neck, angling your face for deeper exploration.

When you finally manage to tear your lips away, you’re both panting harshly, chests heaving. “What’s … gotten into you?” You pant.

Rather than answer, Oscar just shakes his head and dives back in for more fervent kisses, like a man dying of thirst and you’re the most delicious drink he’s ever tasted.

It’s not until he suddenly grips your waist and spins the two of you around, depositing you on the desk with a surprising lack of finesse, that you realize just how wildly affected he is.

Oscar licks into the seam of your lips like he’s staking a claim and something within you shatters at the stark, naked wanting in his eyes when he pulls back the tiniest bit.

He just stares at you, chest heaving, gaze roving hungrily over your features like he’s memorizing you all over again. His pupils are blown wide, just thin rings of molten brown remaining around the black.

When he speaks, his voice is low and gravelly in a way that vibrates through you. “Say. My. Name.”

“Oscar,” you respond immediately, not even having to think. His hungry gaze burns over you and you feel stripped bare and vulnerable under the weight of it.

But rather than make you want to cover up, it has the opposite effect — you’re reeling him in, hands fisted in his shirt to pull him closer. You never want this delirious, frantic sense of possession and desire to end.

“Again,” he grinds out, sounding utterly wrecked already.

“Oscar.” You bare your neck for him as you say it, like presenting an offering. He groans low and deep, instantly ducking to mouth along the column of your throat.

His hands are everywhere, pushing up the hem of your top, kneading along your sides and ribs as he nips and sucks bruising paths across your collarbones and chest.

“Don’t stop saying it,” he orders, more plea than demand.

So you let his name become a breathless prayer falling from your lips, over and over between gasps and keening whimpers. You lose yourself in a heady feedback loop — the more you speak his name with naked wanting, the wilder it seems to drive him until his touch grows scattered and devouring.

At some point his hands finally succeed in tugging your shirt up and off. Your name doesn’t even register when his scorching mouth closes over one peaked bud, your back bowing at the shuddering bolt of sensation that lances through you.

All you can seem to process is the feel of his calloused palms mapping every inch of newly-exposed skin and the desperate mumble of “Oscar, Oscar, Oscar ...” spilling shameless and endless from your lips.

Eventually, the heated exploration of his mouth and hands becomes too much to simply lay there and take. With a low, guttural sound you haul Oscar upright and swing your legs around his hips, relishing his full body shudder.

“Not enough,” you accuse roughly, rolling your core against his in clear invitation. “Need you closer, Oscar.”

His heated groan at your wanton demand is music to your ears. Strong hands grasp your thighs to hitch your legs higher around his waist as he surges against you.

“So impatient, my darling girl,” he teases. This close, you can make out the faintest brush of freckles scattered over the bridge of his nose and cheekbones that you’ve mapped and memorized with lips and fingertips a hundred times before.

You can’t help but reach out to graze them with your thumb, gazing up at him with naked adoration. “My Oscar,” you murmur reverently.

His eyes slip shut for a beat, jaw ticking as if your words have an unexpectedly profound effect on him. When he opens them again, his gaze is fierce and intent.

“Yours,” he vows simply, leaning in to seal the promise against the plush of your lips.

The kiss is somehow softer and headier than before. You get lost in the lush glide of his mouth, every sliding brush of lip and tongue shorting out whatever rational thoughts remain until all you know is his name — the shape and taste and weight of it against your own.

It’s the only thing that seems real, vital, until at some point Oscar’s mouth leaves yours to trail hot, openmouthed kisses down your chest and stomach and lower still.

Your back bows as you squirm incoherently against the press of his lips and tongue. His restraint seems to have finally snapped, movements growing hungry and rough as he works you steadily higher.

“Oscar,” you sob out his name like you’re breaking apart, pleading for something you can’t quite name. He answers with a rumbling sound of satisfaction that vibrates hotly against your sensitized flesh.

More, is all you can think as he redoubles his efforts.

At some point, you must have arched helplessly off the desk because suddenly his hands are at the small of your back, fingertips digging in hard as he holds you arched for his questing mouth.

The intimate angle of his positioning has your jaw dropping open on a silent scream of overwhelmed pleasure. All that escapes is a strangled gasp of, “Oscar!”

He growls something incoherent against you that might be praise, might be reassurance, might just be your name groaned out roughly in shared bliss. But you honestly can’t tell anymore — you’ve transcended far past coherent speech and rational thought.

Everything has devolved into just sensation and feeling and the endless loop of his name spilling over and over from your lips like a benediction.

Oscar, Oscar, Oscar ...

Just when you think you might actually shatter into pieces from the intensity he’s wringing out of you, strong hands are abruptly hauling you up and off the desk in one smooth motion.

You cling to him with heavy limbs, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he staggers the few steps to your shared bedroom. At some point his shirt has vanished, allowing your hands free rein to roam over flexing muscle and heated skin.

When the backs of his legs hit the edge of the mattress, he pauses to claim your mouth in another searing, shattering kiss. He whispers something fervent and intense against your lips, your name perhaps intertwined with endearments or promises.

You can’t be sure. All you know is the shape of his name against your tongue, the only word your mind seems capable of holding onto as he lowers you reverently to the sheets and stretches out over you.

When he finally sinks into you with a harsh groan of relief, your back bows and you let out a broken, high keen — his name once more torn from your lips in breathless ecstasy.

“There you are, that’s it love,” he growls hoarsely as he begins to move, words interspersed between drugging, thorough thrusts. “Let me hear you, let me hear my name on those pretty lips.”

So you do, shamelessly loud and incoherent now as he gradually unravels you from the inside out. His name and gasped pleas and frantic praise all blur together in a continuous stream of blissful delirium.

At some point, his own control seems to splinter apart, hips snapping hard and deep as his pace turns utterly unrestrained. Still, you chase that shattering edge, crying out for Oscar as your whole world narrows to the merciless intensity of his driving thrusts and demanding hands kneading your flesh with staking ownership.

When you finally go soaring over that dizzying peak with his name torn hoarse from your throat, he follows you over almost violently with a ragged shout. Oscar’s arms shake dangerously as he holds his weight off of you, pupils swallowing up the copper of his eyes entirely in onyx pools of spent lust.

As you slowly float back down from that searing high, limbs heavy and sated, you reach up to trace the sharp line of his cheekbone. He turns his face into your palm with a shuddering exhale as if grounding himself.

For several long breaths, all that can be heard is your shaky inhales mingling together while your racing heartbeats gradually return to normal.

Finally, Oscar presses a warm, lingering kiss to the center of your palm before shifting to stretch out beside you, his weight dipping the mattress.

You immediately curl into the reassuring heat of him, despite the sweat still cooling along your skin. One of his arms bands around your waist, holding you flush against his side while his other hand comes up to card soothingly through your hair.

Nestling your face into the curve where his shoulder meets his neck, you press a gentle kiss to the hollow of his throat and whisper, “Hi.”

“Hi yourself,” he murmurs back, low and slightly scratchy in the aftermath. You can hear the smile in his voice as his fingers keep carding idly through your hair.

Silence falls again, comfortable and peaceful in the aftermath of your frantic passion, both of you simply basking in the warmth of shared nearness.

Eventually though, the question you’ve been avoiding asking slips out in a hazy murmur. “What brought all … that … on, Oscar?”

He’s quiet for so long, you begin to wonder if he fell asleep. Just when you’re about to shift to look at him though, he speaks up.

“When your fans assumed I was your ex … the way they were celebrating that the two of you got back together ...” His fingers stroke almost absentmindedly through your hair as he pauses. “I dunno, something in me just .. .snapped a little. Seeing them say over and over how perfect he was for you ...”

He trails off with a low chuckle, and you can’t resist craning your neck to glance up at him curiously. When your eyes meet his, his expression is rueful.

“I couldn’t stand the thought of any other name on your lips, love. Even your own.” His fingertips trace the line of your jaw with unbearable tenderness. “All I wanted was for you to say my name like that — like it’s the only word that matters in the entire world.”

Just like that, a fresh ember of want rekindles low in your belly at the slightly awed honesty in his voice. You exhale a shaky breath, searching his stormy gaze for … what? Evidence of how crazily affected you are by such a simple revelation?

Whatever he finds reflected in your stare seems to give him pause as well because his eyes almost immediately darken with renewed hunger.

“Say it again then,” he husks, rolling until he’s leaned over you, hands planted on either side of your head. There’s no demand in the words, just low, thrumming need thrilling between you both.

So you reach up to cup his face in your palms, rubbing your thumbs over the sandpapery stubble along his strong jawline as you gaze adoringly up at him.

“Oscar ...” you breathe out his name like a sacred invocation. “My Oscar.”

His eyes slip shut and he makes a low, ragged sound of pure satisfaction on an exhale that ghosts across your lips.

“Yeah,” he rasps, bending lower until his forehead rests against yours. “That’s it, love … that’s all I ever want to hear.”

You pull him back down to you then, unable and unwilling to resist sealing the promise of those words against his lips with your own.

And as everything inevitably dissolves into heat and need and formless ecstasy once more, you lose yourself to the endless chant of his name on your lips — your entire world whittled down to just that one exalted word, over and over and over.

Because really, what other name could ever matter when Oscar Piastri is the only name you’ll ever need?

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[robinwinghood]

Is anybody else having trouble playing videos on the dashboard?

#tumblr #I try to pull the video up so I can unmute it #and it just won’t play #works fine if I use the date to open the post tho #on mobile

[recklessmatt]

veins and video games - m.s

PAIRING: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.9K

GENRE(S): smut, established relationship au

SUMMARY: you notice how good matt’s hands look while he’s playing video games. 

WARNINGS: smut [soft dom matt, teasing, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), fingering, slight overstimulation]

“just five more minutes, baby,” your boyfriend, matt, says for the nth time this evening, his eyes not even leaving the PC screen as he speaks. 

“ugh but you said that last time.” you whine sprawled out on his bed for god knows how long. 

matt mutes his mic and turns around to look at you and says “I know babe, but i promise just 5 more minutes and i’m all yours okay?” then turning back around to return to his game. 

“ughhhhhh” you groan rolling over to your belly and going back to your phone. matt turns around looking at you, seeing a pout on your lips he starts to feel bad for playing for so long. he then has an idea.

“baby come sit on my lap and watch me play.” he says, you perk up and make your way over to sit on his lap.

he gives you a quick kiss on the forehead, unmutes his mic, starts the game and you intently watch him play. you watch the screen for a little bit but then your eyes drift down to follow the movement of his hands and fingers. you notice his veins pop out everytime he moves his hands and his fingers move quickly across the controller. now thinking about how good his fingers would look inside of you, you start to rub your thighs together for relief. you then unintentionally start to move on his lap getting a little more comfortable which causes matt to let out a breath.

matt grabs your hips and says, “baby, stop moving.” quietly so the boys won’t hear him, eyes still not leaving the screen. 

you pout your lips and move again still feeling uncomfortable. matt then utters out a small groan so quiet you almost missed it. you bite your own lip and smirk to yourself knowing what your movement caused, starting to feel something hard poke you from under. you move on him again and that causes his character to die.

“FUCK MATT WE ALMOST HAD HIM!” you can hear chris yell through matt’s headset. “we got him for the next game bro.” matt replies.

taking advantage of the small break, you start to trace your fingers along matt’s veins, loving the way they look in the light. you then bring his fingers to your lips, give it a small kiss and that’s when you slowly start to put his fingers in your mouth. matt is watching you intently with a dark look in his eyes. you make eye contact with him and start sucking on his fingers pretending like it’s a lollipop. you start to feel matt get even harder from under you and you start to move on his lap causing matt to let out a groan.

“matt you good?” you hear nick say through his headset. “yeah, just stubbed my toe. let’s start playing.” matt says, pulling his fingers out your mouth, giving you a warning glare. you pout and then an idea comes to your mind. 

you get off his lap and get down on your knees in front of him. matt looks at you not knowing what your intentions are. you start to pull his sweats and boxers down just enough to take his cock out. the feeling of your soft hand wrapping itself around his shaft causes him to let out a quiet groan. you look up at him with wide eyes and that sight alone will make him cum. he sucks in a small breath as you lick up a small stripe, taking him in your mouth, lips wrapping around the tip of his cock as you swirl your tongue around it.

you smile when matt jerks his hips up at the contact, his bottom lip between his teeth trying to keep his cool as you start to take him further down your throat. you make a ‘hm’ noise that sends vibrations through his body. you notice his jaw tightens and his grip tightens around his controller as you start to bob your head up and down at a rhythmic pace. He looks down at you and that sight alone makes you draw out a quiet whine. he throws his head back, closing his eyes causing him to lose focus in that game.

“MATT CMON BRO WHAT'S GOING ON WITH YOU TONIGHT” chris yells through his headset.

as matt is about to speak, you swirl your tongue around his tip and sucking on it like your life depends on it, and that makes him let out a loud groan.

“fuck.” you hear matt nearly growl into the mic, hips faltering as he tries his best not to cum down your throat.

“sorry guys im not feelin too great tonight imma have to clock out for the night.” matt says into the mic all in one breath trying his best not to stutter. immediately after telling nick and chris he leaves the game, takes off his headset, and shuts everything down. pushing his chair away from his desk he gives you a disapproving look. hair messy and out of breath, the tip of his cock still resting on tongue, he’s never looked so hot.

“you couldn’t have waited 5 minutes could you hm?” matt says with a husky voice shooting straight to your already soaked panties. “i just..” you begin, starting to pout your bottom lip out with wide eyes that make him go crazy, “i just wanted your attention.” “yeah baby?” matt smirks, getting up from his seat and dragging you to his bed. 

you nod eagerly, letting him lie you down on your back and pulling your panties down, sinking straight into the soft silk sheets and legs spreading automatically. matt pulls his lip between his teeth, tracing you up from your thighs up to your pretty pink lips. he taps the bottom of your lip with his thumb signaling you to open, you comply letting him shove his fingers in your mouth. you start swirling your tongue and sucking on his fingers like you were on his cock. matt lets out a groan, replacing his fingers with his lips. the kiss is hard, heavy and messy, getting you even more wet if that was possible. you slowly start to feel his fingers running down your waist all the way to in between your thighs causing you to let out a small whine.

matt pulls away, “what’s wrong baby?” saying mockingly. you start to let out inaudible words. “use your words pretty girl” giving you a soft kiss. “matt i need you.” you whine bucking your hips up trying to get some type of friction. “i don’t know baby, after that stunt you just pulled, i don’t think you deserve it.” he slowly teases you purposely avoiding the one spot you need him the most. “matty please i’ll be a good girl for you.” you whine. he smirks, “oh you’re gonna be a good girl for me baby?” you nod eagerly, begging, “yes yes yes i’ll be so good for you please” and that’s when you finally feel his fingers rubbing your clit in circles. 

you let out a sigh mixed with a moan finally feeling that relief you’ve been needing for ever. matt continues to rub in circles slowly getting faster and faster. “matt please i need your fingers inside me.” you sigh out. “so needy baby” he says as he starts to insert a finger into your wet cunt. “oh fuck baby, you’re so wet and tight for me.” he moans out and inserts another finger starting to pick up the pace causing you to let out a loud moan. all you can focus on right now is how good his fingers feel inside of you and the way he curls his fingers is just hitting you all in the right places all while he’s giving you wet kisses on your neck. the combination of the neck kisses and him fingering you with those long slender fingers makes you closer to your orgasm.

“feel good baby?” he says as he picks up the pace even more. you moan out, “mmm i’m close matty.” “I know baby i know, i can feel you clenching around my fingers. you’re doing so good for me.” he says starting to rub your clit with his thumb as he fingers you and that pushes you towards the edge. “oh my god” you scream out drenching his fingers in your juices. matt slows down his pace letting you ride out your high and once you finally calmed down he brings his thumb to your bottom lip signaling you to open. you let out a moan tasting yourself on his fingers looking at him deeply in his eyes making him let out a small sigh. he immediately dives in for a passionate kiss, tongues fighting with dominance. you feel his hands going to your waist to the edge of your shirt starting to lift it. you break away from the kiss to help him out by pulling your shirt over your head as he does the same to his own, reconnecting your lips together, he removes your bra with ease. “open your legs wider sweetheart.” he mumbles against your lips. you comply feeling the tip of his cock rubbing against your wet slit. the feeling makes you let out a small whine still sensitive from your previous orgasm which makes matt chuckle lowly. he starts to slowly insert himself letting out a loud moan. “fuck baby, you're so tight for me.” he says bottoming you out, once you’ve adjusted to him he starts to pick up the pace keeping a steady rhythm. “oh fuck matt, fuck fuck fuck…” you moan out. he continues to pound into you at a fast pace, hands gripped onto your waist. “mmm baby you feel so good. you’re doing so good for me.” he moans out, slowing his pace slightly making you feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of you deeply. he brings his thumb to your lips and you close your lips moaning around it. “fuck..” he picks up the pace going harder and faster feeling your tongue on his thumb and that causes you to let out a scream. “matty close close close…” you moan out feeling another orgasm creeping up. “yeah baby? cum on my cock for me.” he groans out putting pressure on your clit. that action alone made you scream out his name covering his cock in your juices, but he doesn’t slow down. “matt…can’t…too much..” you say breathless. “yes you can baby. you’re gonna be a good girl for me right?” he leans down giving you sloppy wet kisses on your neck slowing down his pace but going in oh so deep. “mhm wanna be… your good girl…” you say, slightly fucked out causing matt to chuckle. he then throws one of your legs over his shoulder letting him fuck into you at a new angle. “mmm you take me so well baby im so close baby.” he says ramming into you at a faster speed. you can’t even speak words properly so you just let out noises. “you gonna be a good girl let me cum in you huh?” he says in a low voice. “uh huh uh huh” you nod your head clenching around him repeatedly.

“oh fuck im cumming baby, fuck im cumming.” he says squeezing his eyes shut, hips moving faster as he feels you clenching. you scream out feeling your third orgasm of the night wash you over as matt lets out a long string of curses and moans releasing his load into you. his hips slow down letting you both ride your high. he slowly pulls out, both of you wincing at the loss of contact. 

“you did so good for me princess.” matt giving you a gentle kiss. taglist: @luverboychris <3 she my bitch fr

author's note: hi dis my first story i've ever written, if you like it, kisses for you, and if you hate it don't tell me or i'll cry. i was actually debating on whether to start writing or not but i got a request (surprisingly) and so here's this but n e weighs fanks for reading mwah <3

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[gumisgirlfriend]

(๑>◡<๑),, TEASE

PAIRING:: megumi fushiguro x fem!reader WARNINGS:: 18+ NSFW CONTENT, megumi has a fat dick, praise, use of pet names (doll, sweetheart) SUMMARY:: craving your boyfriends attention, you decide to try and tease him while he plays video games with yuji.

Megumi sits on the couch, his usually messy hair dampened from his recent shower. He looks so pretty just sitting there, concentrated on his game, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. Sometimes you wonder how you landed such a pretty thing like him.

"Need somethin' doll?" Megumi asks as you curl up beside him on the couch, moving his headset off one ear. You shake your head, leaning on his shoulder. "Just wanna see you, 'Gumi.." you murmur against his neck. His hand pats your thigh. "After I'm done we can watch a movie or something, 'kay?" He says, before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. "Noo.." you pout, resting your cheek on his thigh as you gaze up at him through your eyelashes. "Want you now, 'Gumi.." you murmur pleadingly, your sweet pout almost too precious to resist. But as much as he'd like to indulge in you, he had already made a promise to Yuji. He lets out a heavy sigh, running his thumb over your cheek. "Told Itadori that we'd play tonight, sweetheart. Wont be long, I swear." his velvet voice purrs. "Mmm.. okay..~" you mutter disappointedly, turning your gaze to the screen to watch as he plays. You can sometimes hear Yuji through his headset, yelling, and Megumi murmuring curses under his breath.

After ten minutes, you start to grow more impatient, your hand tracing small, teasing circles on his thigh. You sit up, fumbling with the straps of your tank top, your hardened nipples peeking through temptingly. He catches a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eye, biting his lip before his gaze shifts back to the screen. You slip off the thin tank top, breasts still covered in hickeys and love bites from days before. "Gumi.." you whisper, your hand running teasingly up and down his inner thigh. His breath hitches, and he desperately tries to keep his eyes on the screen. He quickly mutes himself in the party. "Don't do this to me, doll.." he whispers back to you huskily, feeling his sweatpants tighten. Your hand caresses the growing heat in his pants, making his pretty cock twitch. "Pretty please.." you whine temptingly, pressing a soft few kisses around his adams apple as you stroke him through his pants. Your fingers slide underneath the waistband and into his boxers, feeling warm precum drip from his tip. He lets out a low groan, his head rolling back as his game comes to an end.

Your boyfriend unmutes himself in the party, “Mm, Yuji, I-I gotta go.” He mutters quickly before leaving the party, tossing off his headphones and controller.

“What the hell, Fushiguro?!” you hear Yuji yell before he leaves the party.

“Just couldn’t wait, could you?” he says, a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

You bite your lip innocently, shaking your head, “Want you so b-bad, ‘Gumi.”

He pulls you onto his lap, tugging off your shorts to reveal your dampened panties. He pulls out his dripping cock from his boxers, guiding your hand along it. “Just look what you do to me, doll..” he whimpers out, his hips bucking into your fingers. He pulls you by the waist into a sloppy kiss, letting out low moans into your mouth as you gently stroke his pretty cock.

Megumi flips you haphazardly onto your back, pressing more kisses down your neck and collarbone, all the way to your love-bitten breasts. He pins you to the couch as you kiss hastily, his erection teasingly brushing against your soaking wet panties. You break away from the kiss, lips coated in saliva. “P-please..” you sputter, your hips eagerly bucking against his.

“I know, doll.” He coos’, his fingers tantalizingly circling above the waistband of your panties, before tugging them off and down your legs. His tip teases your puffy clit, before he aligns his thick cock at your entrance. “Hold onto me, ‘kay baby?” he whispers reassuringly, his fingers interlacing with yours. Oh so slowly, he thrusts into you, earning a needy moan from your lips, nearly knocking the wind out of you, and a low hiss from him.

As he plunges into you again, you can barely get a word out, “G-Gentle..” you whimper, still adjusting to his size.

“I-Ive got you, baby. Don’t worry.” his velvety voice purrs, pressing gentle kisses along your jaw as he thrusts into you tenderly. As you adjust to him, he picks up the pace, murmuring praise after praise in your ear. “You take me so good, doll..” he moans into your ear, his hands pressing you back into the couch as he starts to rut into you desperately. “F-Fuck..” he growls between heavy breaths, his tip repeatedly meeting your G-spot.

Your legs wrap around him, “‘M-m close, Gumi!” you moan out as your eyes glaze over with pleasure.

“Me t-too, baby.” He nods, continuing unrelentingly as you feel yourself reach your peak. With one last thrust, he buries his cock to the hilt inside you, eliciting a cry of his name from your lips.

Your back arches, and your legs tremble as he presses into you one last time, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss as his warm seed fills you. His grip softens on your hands, and his forehead presses to yours. “Love you, baby.” he breathes out, cupping your face in his hands as he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead.

Suddenly you both hear noise come from Megumi’s headphones..

“What the fuck, dude?!” Yuji screams at the top of his lungs.

Megumi facepalms, his face flushing red.

“You.. forgot to leave the party, didn’t you?” you mutter, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Yup.”

#megumi fushiguro #megumi x y/n #megumi x you #jjk megumi #jujutsu megumi #megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi smut #jujutsu kaisen

[wandasgf]

Omg please write something about this

reader Is still very much a sub just extremely bratty. And the video doesn’t have to be vanilla at all it could be Wanda and her friends fucking reader, saying all kinds of nasty stuff to her.

TANTRUM. mdni, 18+.

pairings ; stepmom ! wanda maximoff + f ! reader

summary ; why won't wanda pay attention to you? does she want you to throw a tantrum?

warnings ; mommy kink, brat ! reader, dom ! wanda, sub ! reader, hair pulling, teeeeeny hint of manipulation, implied smut, blackmail

wc ; 801

a/n ; i hope this is what you were looking for !! i know it's a bit short, but i'm very open to writing more for this universe ! p.s. i didn't proofread

“Sweetheart, Mommy is very busy with work right now. Can you wait a few minutes?” Wanda says after she mutes her microphone, flashing a smile and holding up a finger to signal to her colleagues on the video conference that she’d been interrupted.

Their voices are muffled for you because you’re not really paying them any attention, only zeroing in on the fact that Wanda had told you to wait. Why would she ever make you wait? Weren’t you more important than her work?

“I don’t want to wait.” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest and furrowing your eyebrows in annoyance. You were a little offended that she would choose some boring video conference over you, you were even wearing her favorite mini-skirt and top.

During the day on weekdays while your father was at work was the only time you two really had together, otherwise Wanda was stuck playing house with your stupid father, so her rejection only upsets you that much more.

Wanda sighs, she can see you getting worked up, you’re almost glaring at her for Christ’s sake. “I know you don’t, honey, but I’m working so you’re going to have to. Alright?” She knows she’s chosen the wrong approach when she sees your bottom lip start to wobble and that familiar fire in your eyes. 

“But I. Don’t. Want. To!” You stomp your foot, raising your voice slightly. And if looks could kill, Wanda would be 6-feet under. “I want you to pay attention to me now! Do you not love me anymore? You said you loved me! If you loved me, you wouldn’t tell me to wait!” 

Wanda was fine to let you throw your little tantrum, stomp your feet and whine at her, but she was not fine with letting you raise your voice at her. She was well aware of the video you held over her head, the one where she’s fucking into you from behind and talking about how good it feels to be in her stepdaughter’s cunt, but she will not tolerate this. 

She gives you a tight lipped smile before turning back towards her computer and unmuting herself. She sighs, “I hate to cut this short, I know we’re coming up on an important deadline, but it seems there’s some kind of family emergency. Poor Y/N is so upset she can't even tell me what it is. Does rescheduling for Thursday afternoon sound good to everyone?” 

She receives a few sympathetic smiles and responses to confirm that Thursday is good before she apologizes again and leaves the call. She stands from the chair at her desk and begins walking towards you, “Sweetheart, I don’t care how upset you are, you do not raise your voice at Mommy.”

You only roll your eyes in response, huffing and looking away from her, still upset that she was going to make you wait for anything even as simple as a smile from her. 

“I don’t appreciate the implication that I don’t love you, either.” Wanda grips your chin and forces you to look at her, “What’s gotten into you today? I thought you were going to be a good girl.” 

“I am being a good girl.” You grumble, trying not to let Wanda’s voice affect you, “You’re the one being a bitch. I thought today was our day.” You huff, trying to break free of Wanda’s grip on your chin. 

There’s a pause, and you can’t figure out what’s going on in Wanda’s head as she stares blankly at you, until she smiles and moves her hand from your chin to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. At least, that’s what you thought she was doing. 

She grabs your hair and pulls. 

“Despite what you have come to think lately, you are not the one in charge here and you are not to speak to Mommy like that ever again.” She’s calm as she speaks, the only indication of her anger being the tight grip in your hair. She tugs a little harder and you whimper, tears stinging at your eyes. “Do you understand?”

“That hurts…” You whine, pouting up at her. You had gotten so used to being able to get away with anything since you took that video, you had forgotten just how rough Wanda could get. She mocks your pout, “Aw, it hurts, does it?” And you think she might loosen her grip just a little until her features betray her anger and she’s glaring down at you, “I asked you a question, sweetheart, and I expect an answer.”

“Mhm, I understand.” 

“I think it’s about time you’re reminded of who’s in charge, huh? Mommy has been very understanding of your behavior lately and I think you have taken advantage of that a little too much.”

#💌 anons #alice's fics ! #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch smut

[dancingdonatello]

Heya! I can make a request to make with a romantic rise Donnie x reader where the reader is a yellow bellied slider turtle mutant? Maybe they’re besties with Leo since they’re both slider turtles and Leo is like a wingman for his twin? (P.S. you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to feel free to delete it whenever you want and be sure to take care of yourself!!!)

donnie x slider mutant reader

“Slap them.”

“What? No. Nardo, are you dumb?!” Donnie shoved Leo away, angry. “I’m not falling for your dumb tricks!”

“I don’t mean like hard!” Leo placed his hands on his own cheeks. “C’mon, it’s how we do our rituals or whatever. They had it on Nat Geo.”

“I’m not going to ask them in such an archaic and primal way.” Donnie rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.

Leo scoffed at him. “So, how are you going to do it then?”

Donnie smirked.

—

You came into their lair crying. “Donnie! My phone is threatening me!” You screeched as you ran into the lab. Leo snorted. Raph and Mikey looked unsurely at each other.

“What happened?” Leo asked as you walked out of the lab.

“My phone was, like, asking me out or something!” You explained shakily. “It was so scary, but Don said it was a, uh, ‘bug.’ I didn’t see any though.” You stared at your phone, squinting at it.

Leo snorted again. Raph and Mikey looked super confused.

“Why don’t we talk in my room?” He stood up and dragged you away, smirking all the while. He winked at Donnie who peered out of his lab with a forlorn look.

“What?” you asked him as you sat down on his bed.

“You know how sliders go like this to ask someone out basically?” He danced his fingers on your cheeks.

“You mean… in the wild? With unmutated turtles?” You looked unimpressed. “Sure.”

“Well, Donnie was asking you out on your phone, but it obviously didn’t work.”

“What?” Your eyes widened. “I had no idea!” You went to stand up but he held you down by your shoulders.

“Here’s the plan.” Leo smirked evilly. “$50 bucks if you agree.”

—

“C’mon, Don, do it.” Leo swung an arm around his shoulders. “It’ll be so funny—I mean, so… uh, what’s the word?”

Donnie glowered at angrily.

“What I mean is… the phone thing didn’t work. So, why not go old school?” Leo shook him gently.

“Fine, if it’ll get you to shut up!” Donnie shrugged his shoulders to make Leo’s arm fall. He stalked over to you and Leo pulled out his phone to record.

Donnie cleared his throat to get your attention.

You passed your video game controlled to Mikey and he easily took over, prepared to beat Raph in mario kart.

He motioned for you to follow him away from his brothers, too nervous to notice Leo slowly following.

“Listen… this is difficult for me to say…” Donnie nervously rubbed his arms as if he were cold. You patiently waited for him to speak. “But, um, I guess what Leo wanted me to do was to let my actions speak for me.” He still seemed unsure of Leo’s plan, not knowing you were in on it.

He slowly raised a hand and gently patted your cheek. You stared at him in silence.

“Um?” He patted it a little harder. Your eyes squinted at him.

“Are you trying to slap me?” You asked and Donnie’s eyes widened. “That’s… like the most disrespectful thing you can do to a slider.” Leo had originally wanted you to be more dramatic, but… you didn’t want to destroy his feelings when he was trying to vulnerable.

“No!” He stepped away and shook his head rapidly. “Leo told me—Leo told me… Leo!” He shouted, catching sight of his brother recording from a doorway.

He chased after him and you listened as Leo’s girlish screams got farther and farther away.

Well, you’d be using your new $50 bucks to make it up to poor Donnie. Maybe if you managed to snag Leo’s wallet, too, you could have a nice dinner.

#rottmnt x reader #rise donnie x reader #tmnt x reader #donnie x reader #rottmnt x gn reader #donatello x you #donatello x y/n #donatello x reader #tmnt donatello x reader

[know-its-for-the-better]

it’s 5am and i just woke up from having a dream that i was schlatt’s gf. (i don’t think this needs any warnings i’ve never like written anything on here so ig there’s implied smut at the end but that’s all the rest is just fluff. this is nothing too special just exactly how i dreamt it)

the only part i can recall is him being in a video meeting w the chuckle sammy boys and me being on the couch next to him on my phone just wanting to be near him. his laptop was in his lap and his hand was on my thigh. and then he started doing that thing where he fake cries and puts his hands on his face and a visible tear comes out except i didn’t realize it was fake… and so while he’s on cam with the boys i looked up from my phone and saw him crying and immediately pulled him into my chest and comforted him softly and wiped the single tear while i held his face and peppered him with kisses and then i remembered he was on discord/facecam (can you see faces on discord idek. i don’t use it. like they were having their weekly chuckle meeting. the point is that i was visible being all gooey.)

and then he started laughing bc he realized i thought he was crying fr and then he goes on mute to say “baby it was just for a bit. i’m alright i promise.” and then my face turned bright red bc i realized the boys heard all that and saw me kissing him all over. but taking advantage of him being on mute i put my hand up to cover my mouth and whisper in his ear “guess where i went today baby.” to which he replies “where’d you go toots” and then i was like “i picked up a new matching set just for you.” and then he whispered into my ear, “god, you sure know how to turn me on.” and then after he said that, he unmuted and i said “sorry boys!” and then kissed him on the cheek and left the room with a wink to go change into the cute little matching set for once he was off the call.

sidenote: i’ve never written anything like this or even attempted a fic or blurb. i just had the dream and decided to tell y’all about it, however i am kinda becoming really open to the idea of perhaps trying to write something, so if you liked reading this i guess just let me know? idk i had fun but it’s also bc i dreamed it and IT WAS REAL TO MEEEE

#schlatt x reader #schlatt fluff #schlatt x you #schlatt #jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt x you #chuckle sammy #chuckle sandwich #chuckle sandwich fluff

[fluffylino]

Pay Attention

-requested by a lovely person who i unfortunately cannot tag (limji<3) -

Genre: smut

[chan in his freeze mv outfit? YESSSSSSS]

Warning: everything is discussed before hand, so nothing here is non consensual even if it seems it is, sir kink, slight exhibitionism? Ull know what i mean, a polyamarous relationship

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: online classes can be boring but chan knows a way to keep you satisfied even if that includes other means....

Enjoy~

If you could leave this boring class you would, but you needed to pass these upcoming exams, right?

Thirty minutes into the lecture and you could hardly focus on what the professor was saying.

The only thing keeping you here was this particular professor who was teaching your college batch for two months. He had one lecture every two weeks.

He was decent, the tsundere kinda type and quite strict about attendence. Especially attendence.

On other days, you'd enjoy his sessions but today was not one of those days.

Today, you just wanted to roll into a ball and fall asleep. Chan had shooting for an individual scene, so you couldn't possibly see him before late evening.

Five minutes passed.

Five became ten.

Ten became fifteen.

Until the front door opened, revealing your older boyfriend.

Arousal pooled in the pit of your tummy when he turned around, pulling his shoes off.

Fuck, the suit really accentuated his arms and the fake scars? Along with the slicked back dirty white hair? You knew you were utterly doomed.

"Oh hello baby" he whispered, unsuccessfully trying to hide from your camera's view. You dismissed him.

Checking twice if your mic was muted, you subtly turned your head, pretending to write nonsense into your notebook, as well as started a conversation.

"How come you're still in those clothes?" this man had the audacity to laugh.

"I knew you'd like it" He teased, not even bothering to spare you a glance. The newspaper seemed a lot more important to him.

You were about to retaliate until you heard your name over the microphone. Masking on the best faux expression, you unmuted yourself.

"Have you been paying attention?" Mr Lee asked in a firm voice.

"Sorry sir, I was just noting down some points related to what you were stating" it was a spur of the moment reply and surprisingly he went back to teaching.

"Sir?" Chan mumbles from the side. You don't understand what he means.

"Isn't that title reserved for me?" He says casually. Chan stands up, walking to you until he's just out of the camera's view.

"Chan" it isn't supposed to come out so weakly. You swear it wasn't but his gaze his so strong on you. Its almost as if this was a game.

His phone began to ring and wasting no time he picked it up. In that time, you went back to paying what little attention was left to class.

Professor Lee's microphone and video was off, a very rare thing to happen. Opening the chatbox, you read the message he had sent two minutes ago.

'please revise whatever few textual questions are left, i will be back in a few minutes.'

Flipping through the pages of your textbook, you barely even realised where your boyfriend was until he was crawling on the floor.

"What are you doing"

Pressing a finger to his lips, he makes himself comfortable under medium sized desk.

"Chris no, please not now" you protested although you really wanted him. It was the fear of being caught or potentially heard by all your classmates that turned you on.

"Relax, darling. I'll be quiet, okay? I heard from a little birdie just now. They told me you look tired and need a good distraction"

Your eyes widened yet you kept quiet. His camera turned on and within minutes he went back to explain what was neatly written on his presentation slide.

Chan, on the other hand, had pulled down your shorts. Leaving you in just your panties.

Unconciously you tugged at his hair when he teased your covered slit with his tongue. Gradually sucking on your sensitive clit.

"Keep your legs open for me"

"I can't t-too much, sir"

A moan slipped past when he pushed your thighs apart, holding them there with his hands.

"Be quiet, yeah? I bet you want to be heard by Mr Lee"

Your eyes darted to the laptop screen, noticing how Mr Lee was focusing on you. An unexplainable feeling made its way to your mind.

"Class has ended, miss l/n...you're the only one here"

Almost immediately you left the online meeting, a dark blush settling on your cheeks.

Within the next couple of seconds chan's phone began to ring and you noticed a familiar name on the screen

Pulling away from you, Chan picked up the call, answering right away.

You didn't miss the way his lips were swollen, remnants of your slick all over his chin.

"Well hello there Mr Lee Minho, you're just in time"

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Im sorry i got carried away😭

And for the people who didn't get it. minho, chan and the reader are in a relationship.

#stray kids smut #skz smut #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #skz drabbles #lee know #bang chan smut #lee know smut #stray kids headcanons #bang chan imagines #lee know imagines #lee minho smut #stray kids

[stardustluvs]

I would love to see a Karl x Foolish fanfic where Karl is riding Foolish’s thigh while he plays video games. Maybe Karl was in the mood in the middle of Foolish playing some games, so they compromise!

Almost Caught - Karl X Foolish

MDNI

Word Count: 1,045

Pairing: Karl Jacobs x Foolish (established)

Summary: Karl gets himself worked up over fanart, it’s too bad his boyfriend is busy playing games with his friends…or…is it?

Warnings: NSFW, Thigh riding, Almost getting caught, Foolish referred to as Noah, Punz is also mentioned/referred to as Luke

Author’s Note: I adore this request and had SO much fun writing it!

Requests are open! || masterlist

Karl groaned as he scrolled on his phone in bed. He’d been mindlessly liking fanart on twitter for like half an hour now. A lot of him and his friends, and a lot of him and his boyfriend.

His fans were creative, to say the least. They were so very talented. He hadn’t realized how long he must’ve been scrolling because he started to find fanart from accounts that he otherwise probably wouldn’t have paid close attention to.

NSFW fanart accounts.

These accounts had taken time and effort into making absolute masterpieces of him and his friends. He couldn’t help but cringe a little at some of the “ships” that people had come up with, drawing him in sexual relationships with people he’d never even pictured in that sort of light before.

Then, there was the art that featured him and Noah.

Even some complete accounts dedicated to NSFW art of the two of them.

Karl knew it wasn’t necessarily weird for him to look through it, for fucks sake they’re dating, but it gave him such a feeling of excitement.

His mind created little stories to go with each piece of lewd fanart that he scrolled past. He hadn’t even realized how much this affected him until he was subconsciously grinding against a pillow he had been mindlessly cuddling.

“Fuck..” He cursed under his breath, the pillow not providing nearly enough to what he so desperately needed.

He looked at his phone again, switching apps to text Noah.

“Are you busy?”

He stared at the phone screen for what felt like at eternity.

“Playing val with Luke, why?”

Karl rolled his eyes, unsatisfied with this answer.

“Need you.”

Waiting…

“Come here then.”

That provided a rush that was sent through his body quickly, excitement filled his head as he stood up to go to the other room, where he would be able to hopefully find relief.

Upon entering the room, he could see his boyfriend sitting at his computer. He wasn’t streaming, thank God.

But, he was on a discord call. He muted himself and turned to Karl, beckoning him over. Karl obeyed and walked over to Noah who pulled him down onto his lap.

“You can use my leg to get off, but you have to be quiet,” Noah said softly, even though he was muted on his call anyway.

Karl let out a shaky breath at the realization that Noah wasn’t going to get off of his call. He would continue playing with his friends, with their friends, who would have no idea of what was happening on this end of the call.

It gave Karl an even bigger feeling of excitement. He nodded as he adjusted himself against his boyfriend’s thigh.

Noah waited a moment for Karl to get comfortable before unmuting on his call.

“Sorry, I’m back,” He said, resuming his gameplay as though nothing had happened.

Karl started to grind down against his boyfriend's thigh. He set a steady pace for himself, trying his best to keep quiet.

How on earth Noah was able to continue playing like nothing was going on was beyond Karl.

Karl sped up a little bit, his hands moved up to rest behind the other’s neck, playing with his hair softly.

In his head he had silently been begging for Noah to just fuck him, whether he muted his call or not, he just wanted him, so fucking bad.

He’d listen as he would bicker with Punz over something that had happened in their game, not that Karl was paying attention to that or anything, too focused on trying to get off to care what anybody was saying.

Noah pushed his leg up ever so slightly into Karl, helping him gain just the slightest bit of more friction.

Karl couldn’t help the whine that left his mouth. One of Noah’s hands moved from his keyboard to grab one side of Karl’s waist, holding him in place slightly, also as a warning that he needed to be quiet.

“What the fuck was that?” Karl could hear the question through Noah’s headphones.

It should’ve been terrifying, but God, it made him wanna be louder.

“What was what?” Noah asked, giving Karl a bit of a look before putting his hand back to his keyboard to resume playing.

Karl could hear the confusion in Luke’s voice though muffled and quiet.

Thankfully, the conversation passed and it had been forgotten…until Karl made another noise.

This time might’ve been just a tad more on purpose than the first time. Noah was starting to get worried at how suspicious Luke had to have gotten, trying his best to play everything off as best he could.

That’s when Karl had a bit of a fun idea, he grabbed a little at Noah’s hair and pulled.

“Shit-” Noah groaned, accidentally.

“Bro what the fuck are you doing?” Luke laughed.

Karl couldn’t help but giggle softly to himself. He knew he was being a bit of a problem, that was the fun part. He started to grind down harder into his thigh, his breath catching as he got closer to his release.

The way Noah was unable to give an adequate answer to Luke had to have been madly suspicious, and Karl, knowing he was the reason, was absolutely obsessed.

"I'm not doing anything," He lied through shaky breaths, his hands leaving his keyboard once more to grab Karl's waist.

He helped Karl grind against his thigh, having to bite down on his lip to keep from making any noises. There was just something about seeing Karl in this sort of light…

“I’ve gotta go, talk later,” He said quickly before hurriedly leaving the discord call and pushing his focus completely onto Karl.

“Mm..fu-uck,” Karl whined now that the coast was clear.

His noises became more frequent and high pitched right before he came, riding out his high.

When he calmed down, he leaned against Noah, catching his breath.

“You’re gonna get me in so much trouble one day,” He mumbled, thanking god that he was able to leave the discord call when he did.

“Mm… ‘s okay, I can help you now though…” Karl grinned, getting up off Noah’s lap and on his knees.

Thank god he left that discord call.

#dsmp #mcyt #dsmp ship #karl jacobs #foolish gamers #karl jacobs x foolish #koolish #ship fic #smut #smut fic #karl jacobs smut #foolish gamers smut #dsmp smut #mcyt smut #koolish smut #kit’s requests

[pray4saint]

invisible string

masterlist & descrip. pg. 13+. established relationship. bf!ted. soulmates but on accident, kinda. song inspired fic. fake locations used in story. swearing. playful use of 'whore' and/or 'bitch' referring to reader's friend. use of 'y/n' and 'f/n' for friend's name.

a/n. i'm a swiftie so inspired by invisible string by taylor swift, tags: @slxtmeri

”i'll be back in ten, alright?” you nod and your boyfriend kisses the top of your head before leaving your apartment and shooting you a smile on his way out the door. you'd completely forgotten about the fact that you were on the phone and they had to clear their throat to get your attention again. ”sorry– were you saying something?” you say with a sniffle at the end of your sentence. ”yeah but now i'm on something else.”

ted had gone out to get you more tissues and cough drops and more frozen pizzas because in the last week you'd come down with a cold and despite how much you told him he didn't have to go to the store, he did. he was just that boyfriend.

”right okay, what is it?” you ask, snuggling back down into the sofa, blanket pulled right up to your chin. ”okay your boyfriend ted, he looks like that one guy from uh,” they snapped their fingers a few times as if trying to order the memory back to mind. ”two-ish years ago, remember? at the lynx lounge-bar?” the air you exhaled came out almost as a laugh. ”first of all, how do you remember that?.. and second, you'd have to show me a picture 'cause i don't remember it.” they scoffed, before sliding out of the call to find it. ”give me like five minutes.” you used your hands to push yourself off the couch, ”while you're doing that, i'm gonna go make tea.”

”okay."

”aha! i fooouuund it! y/n!” you your phone up from the counter, shaking your head at your friend. ”yes? did you find it?” that question comes out a little more sarcastic than you intended but this was one of your close friends, it didn't really matter. ”yeah, i found more than one. they're sending right now.” your lips form into a little 'o', and you tap out of the facetime call to open your text messages.

to say you were surprised was an understatement. it was ted in the photos with you. one with your head buried into his shoulder while he struggles to hold you up. another at a booth with you sitting on his lap, surrounded by your at-the-time large group of friends and one or two of his. your jaw seemed to drop farther after each picture. the third was horribly shot, with you and ted laughing while trying to dance. then the fourth was actually a video, music blasted but still you could hear your own giggles into ted's arm and shoulder and neck as he jumped around to the song with you on his back. you guys were wasted wasted. ”oh my god.” you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in. ”that is him. at least, it looks like him. uh,” glancing up at the time, ted should be home any minute, you smile. ”how did you remember that, damn.” your question isn't rhetoric but it's still a statement and you tap back into the call to see your friend, muted, laughing their ass off. ”unmute yourself you whore.” again, they burst into a fit of laughter but this time you can hear all of it. ”i'm hanging up.” you say and they put a hand up in defense, ”wait–” wheezing. ”WAIT BITCH,” a cough and attempt to catch a breath. ”does he know?” you smile, sniffling, trying to bite back the laughs that want so badly to escape. ”he will when he gets home, and when he does i'm hanging up on you–” your eyes flick up to the turning of the door handle and you wave at your phone. ”bye bitch.” the last thing you hear is a cut-off gasp before you end the call.

”hey teddy,” you coo, tossing your phone onto the other end of the couch, pulling the blankets snug around your middle. ”hi sweetheart. you alright?” it never failed to amaze you how often ted would ask if you were alright. ”yeah, just got off the phone with f/n.” you smile as he marches over to you, leaning down for a quick kiss before continuing on to set the bag of goods on the table. ”oh, anything interesting?” he wasn't even looking at you, he was moving items from the table to the cabinets but he was still invested in what was happening despite having only been gone for ten minutes. ”yeah actually,” you start to trail off, thinking about the right words to say. unfortunately, nothing comes of your short contemplation so you just blurt it out. ”do you remember being at the lynx lounge-bar approximately two years ago?..” your voice dies out at how specific the question sounds as you say it. ted's head turns to you and his face is scrunched up in confusion. he sets the last item down on the counter and steps closer to the back of the couch, leaning over you. ”maybe. why?”

maybe you did sound a little crazy to him, because what reason would you have for bringing up something he barely remembered? ”just something f/n mentioned is all.” you didn't smile, although your voice gave away how excited you were. ”okay y/n what's going on? am i about to get sniped or ambushed?” despite his serious-ish tone, you knew he was joking. still, you rolled your eyes at him, and reached across the couch for your phone. ”i was there that night.” you voiced, opening the photos that f/n had sent you. ”and you're never gonna believe this teddy, we,” you looked back up from your phone at him and gestured between the two of you with your index finger, ”were there together.” you turn your phone to face him with a smile on your face.

”what? there's no way.” he got up close to the back of the couch to look at your phone screen. his eyes seemed to have been lost in the pixels. ”that is you, right?” you ask, pointing to the man in the picture who is most obviously your boyfriend. ”yeah, i just, wow. talk about fate.” he smiles, eyes still on the photo. ”almost like an invisible string, huh?” he asks, standing up and moving to stand behind you, hands on your shoulders. ”yeah, like an invisible string.” you mutter as he leans over, placing a small kiss atop your head. ”and y'know y/n, if the universe wanted us to be together so badly, we should make sure it's forever right?” he asks, and watches as you straighten your back and turn around where you're sat. ”oh?” you already knew what this was about, all your friends knew, your family knew, his audience knew how badly he wanted to marry you. ”just a heads up sweetheart.” he headed back for the kitchen to get you more medicine to take.

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

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[bonjourtae]

Gaming and cockwarming | Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

↳ Genre: Smut

↳ Word count: 3k

Summary: When jungkook was playing with his friends online, you needed him more than ever, deciding to cockwarm him whilst he played a game. However, his friends saw everything

↳ Warnings: cockwarming, humiliation, degradation, overstimulation, praise, exhibitionism kink, kook lovesssssss showing you off to his friends, little bit of aftercare :), (tell me if i've missed anything!)

"Stop fucking moving, baby." He gritted through his teeth, muting his mic as he said it.

You were feeling bratty. You needed his attention. Fuck that, you needed all of him right now.

Your boyfriend loved playing video games. He loved them so much, sometimes he would completely forget about you, his girlfriend of nearly two and a half years. Nothing big.

He unmuted his mic, going back to screaming random gamer talk like 'Over there!' and 'Tae! You just got me killed you fucking idiot.' Going back to ignoring you for god knows how long.

You knew he loved you. So fucking much. It's just he was too invested in his games at the moment. And that, that got you bored and left you touch starved.

You tried hiding the faint laugh coming out of you, trying to keep it in as you thought of all of things your boyfriend would do to you after. You couldn't wait until his game was done.

Teasingly, you clenched your walls around his thick cock. You knew you were only meant to be cockwarming him; you weren't even meant to be cockwarming him, it was only because you wouldn’t stop distracting him until you got something.

Jungkook moaned a low 'fuck', inaudible for his friends to hear through the microphone. He muted his mic once again, slapping your thigh and dragging his hand up, almost touching your heat until he pulled it away, grabbing your neck harshly and pushing your head onto his shoulder.

"Do you think I'm dumb? Hm? Don't you think I know what you're doing," He tutted out, "Should I unmute my mic? Tell them how needy my little slut is being? I can unmute it right now if you-"

Grabbing onto his thighs tightly, you whimpered and shook your head, gulping down the ball in your throat, starting to feel rather small compared to your boyfriend, subbing out. You didn't want to be humiliated in front of his friends - at least you think you don't.

He smirked at how quick you had turned into a mushy sub for him, just by him threatening to humiliate you, turning his microphone back on. "Sorry, sorry. Just had to deal with something, y'know."

The way his long, thick cock stretched you out fully, his tip hitting your cervix, throbbing against it, almost driving you insane. Key word; almost. But the fact he wasn't moving, barely showed you any kind of indication he will move soon, did drive you crazy.

"Kook… P-Please…" You practically breathed out, quieter than a whisper, looking back at him, your eyes tearing up from the lack of attention and your hand playing with his hair as your eyes moved from his eyes to his parted lips.

You silently thanked that his camera wasn't on, but you knew he would turn it on right now, just to humiliate you if he wanted.

"He's behind you moron! Oh my god, Jimin and Namjoon you're literally useless at this game!" He screamed out, eyes looking at every pixel on the screen as his fingers pushing buttons and moving the sticks like it was his first time, as you grinded slowly on his dick, wanting some kind of friction. Any kid of friction.

Whimpering, you bit down on your bottom lip as you continued to slowly, slowly grind on your boyfriend. Your mind thinking it might be better he turned his camera on, humiliating you. At least you'd get action.

You felt your slick drip onto his balls, your slick coating his skin, threatening to spill onto his expensive gaming chair.

He whispered out a 'fuck' throwing his head back for a brief second, feeling your juices coat him and your pussy clench around his dick, his breathing turned heavy. It didn't last long though, he snapped back into 'gamer mode' and acted as if nothing happened.

Whilst there was a small minute break in his game, he grabbed your thighs, squeezing them hard. You let out a gasp at the sudden attention, only to have his hand cover your mouth.

Moving the microphone away from his mouth, not turning it off, he whispered into your ear, "Keep it down, baby. You want me to fuck you whilst I play? Want my cock pounding your slutty pussy as my friends watch, huh?"

You shake your head, 'no', secretly wanting him to pound into you, no matter if his friends watch or not. It wouldn't be any different from when Jungkook sends videos to his friend group chat, videos of you sucking him off, him fingering you, him fucking you.

You loved attention. You couldn't get enough of all the attention from his friends, who were also your close friends, after Jungkook sending a video. All their comments praising you, boosting your ego. 'Fuck, she's a filthy girl', 'If you ever break up, the first thing I'm doing is fucking your girl, Kook'.

Jungkook loved showing off what's his. He loved sending them explicit content of you, knowing that no one else will ever get to finger you. No one will get to eat you out. No one else will get their dicked sucked by you. You're all his. Only his.

"Oh, who am I speaking to? Y/n, she's here with me." He cut you out of your thoughts. Thoughts that only made you hornier.

Jungkook placed his headset on your head, moving your hair out of the way as he turned his camera, you oblivious to his action.

You heard a 'oh' sound come from the boys. You heard a bunch of questions. 'How are you?' 'Where's Jungkook?' 'When should we next meet up all together?' Slightly confused, you brushed any questions off your shoulder and said a faint 'hi'.

Jungkook nuzzled into your neck, wanting to smell you, wanting to get closer than you already were. "Don't be shy, baby. You know the boys, right? They sure as hell know you." He laughed out, your face blushing at his words as you remember the latest video you had sent to the group chat; you taking all your boyfriends dick down your throat until tears streamed down your cheeks, face turning red and gagging around his size.

The thought made you unintentionally clench around his dick, triggering Jungkook to groan out. "Shittt, fuck Y/n."

Jin, Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi halted mid-conversation, Taehyung and Jimin slightly giggling. You were suspicious but you didn't think much of it, they always had their weird moments and so you thought nothing of it.

You were oblivious to the light beaming next to the camera, indicating it was on and showing you sitting on Jungkook. Oblivious to the fact they could almost see Jungkook's dick inside of your cunt; your skirt covering it. Only just.

Without you realising, he looks at the camera, looking at the six of his friends, watching with wide eyes; clocking onto what's happening.

"Let's take this off, baby. You've been such a needy slut, haven't you, hm?" He sighed out, gently pulling the headset off your head, placing it on the table. What you didn't know is the reason he took the headphones is so that you wouldn't hear the boys speaking as they watched him pleasure you.

Thinking he had muted the microphone during the break in his game, you cried out a strained moan as he slithered his hand under your skirt, touching your sensitive clit. You head was thrown back onto his shoulder, your face turned towards his neck; the neck where you were giving him hickeys and soft kisses when you're normally sitting on his lap.

He quickened the movement of his fingers that were circling your clit, only causing you to non-stop moan, your slick to continue dripping onto his balls and now onto his chair. The sensation of it all caused your hips to start moving, trying to get friction as you felt you had been edged a hundred times.

He tutted loudly. "Uh-uh-uh. You're such a needy cockslut, huh? So fucking needy for my dick." He grabbed your hips, keeping an iron hard grip on them and he said nothing but promises and dirty things he would do to you.

"I bet you wanted me to fuck you in front of my friends, didn't you? You like the idea of them getting hard at you being a slut for daddy's dick, hm?" Without knowing, you nodded as soon as he finished the question, still trying to grind yourself onto him.

"Why's that, baby? Why would you like them watching you as I fuck your brains out?" He teased, smirking as his hands was tracing lines up and down your thighs soothingly, moving his chair backwards to have 'more room'.

You almost choked out your answer when his slender fingers came to your clitoris once again, adding more pressure than the last time, his circular motions speeding up. "To show them h-how well you treat - fuckk - how you treat me. How y-your cock fills me up so good. Fuck!"

Your walls clenched around your boyfriends dick, almost spasming around him like when he overstimulates you. You came as the speed was almost too much to take. Your eyes had rolled to the back of your head, your head was thrown against his shoulder, your legs were trembling, trying to close but unable to because Jungkook’s legs locked in between yours, spreading your ones out, making sure to give his friends a nice view. Making sure they know that he's the only one to make you like this.

"Hold your skirt up, baby. It's getting in the way" He uses the excuse, just so the boys could get a good look of him stretching you out.

Your body was still a little shook from your last orgasm, so you sat there for a moment, trying to gather any sort of 'oomph' left inside of you. When you finally had enough energy, you grabbed the skirt, holding it up high as your boyfriend started moving your hips for you, also thrusting his hips up, meeting your movements.

"So fucking tight. So tight, as if I didn't pound into your tight little pussy on the bed behind us yesterday." He groaned out into your ear, speeding up the pace for the both of you. The way your cum had coated his dick before, left it easy for him to thrust into you as you rode him. It always burned at first, as if his dick were so big it was ripping something inside of you; perhaps you would never truly get used to his size.

Moans, groans, squelching, panting and skin slapping was the only thing heard in the room. Your vison started blurring from so much pleasure, "T-Too much, Kook, fuck."

"You can take it, baby. I know you can. You were so desperate and needy - shit - for my cock. You can't say it's too much now, hm. Take it in like the good cumslut you are. Maybe after I finish my game for good, we can go properly onto the bed? Would you like that, baby?"

All you can do is moan out in approval. You were sure he literally fucked your brains out of you. The only words you knew were 'fuck', 'shit' 'Jungkook'. Nothing more, nothing less.

He sped up, trying to now reach his high. Although he was trying to reach his high, he always put you first; he always made sure that you finish first and enjoy it.

"Ju-Jungkook, I-I'm close, fuck!" You stuttered out, almost embarrassing how you stuttered so much. You couldn't help it though. His dick filled you up so much. Filled you until you could see the bulge in your lower stomach.

He brought his hand to your stomach as you were looking at it. Correction, you tried to look at it. Your head was thrown back and eyes were rolled at the back of your head from the overstimulation. You couldn't help what your body did anymore.

He looked up at the boys reactions as the tip of his dick poked at your skin with every thrust. Jimin was sighing heavily, his boner clear. Taehyung, Jin and Yoongi was palming their boners through their joggers. Hoseok and Jin watching, wide eyed and their boners on display. He chuckled at their reactions; still knowing he's the only one to put you in this state. The only one to pleasure you like this. The only one to hit your spots as good as he could.

Your hands were grabbing onto anything and everything. His thighs, your thighs, his arm, his desk, his hair, his neck as your knuckles were turning white grasping to grab something. The hand he had on your lower stomach, moved lower down to your cunt, his hand grazing over your clit before touching it again, only adding onto your pleasure.

His other hand slipped under your, basically see through, shirt. His hand played with your sensitive nipples, his cock thrusting in and out of you at a speed you couldn't even think about in your mind and his other hand rubbing your clit in circular motions, adding more and more pressure to bring you over the edge - and it did.

Jungkook's thrusts got rougher, harder, and faster, pounding into your dripping cunt, hitting all the right places, sending you into a hard, body-shaking orgasm. You swear you nearly blacked out when your vision went blurry. Seeing stars, your pussy coats his dick with your cum, going on his thighs, balls, and the seat under both of you.

He thrusts went even faster after you came, making you scream from the stimulation of having two orgasms and your boyfriend pounding into you so hard, most likely bruising your cervix, catching up to his high which finally hit, his breaths hard, short, and paced.

His comes undone, shooting his hot strings of cum, painting your walls inside as he still thrusts in and out, trying to lengthen the pleasure for the both of you as he pushes himself as deep as he could, one last time before stilling as his cum still shoots out.

"Fuck, that's it. Take it all, baby. Take all my fucking cum." He moaned out. His moans could make you cum again, but you weren't sure if you had any more in you; you hadn't came that much before. Ever.

Before he did anything else, he leaned forward, his hand coming to grab the computer mouse and moving the camera that showed you and him. All of you. He also made the boys screens bigger, you now piecing together they had just watched all of that.

Your cheeks had never been so red, you hid in your boyfriends neck, hoping you could disappear right then and there. Although you were so embarrassed that you just wanted to be swallowed by a hole in the floor, it started getting your turned on again, getting a glimpse of all of them; heavy breathing, boners, mouths open in shock and eyes glued open.

You would've got up and cleaned yourself but that was physically impossible. You tried standing up to walk away, pulling yourself slowing off his still-hard dick, not aware that your legs were jelly, you had sunk back down onto him as you never managed to get off him complete, moaning loudly, forgetting you have an audience.

"We all missed out on the game. The game all of us had been grinding for at least a month. We missed it all because you were being a needy slut for me, isn't that right?" Jungkook spoke out, cuddling you from behind as you were still sitting on his cock.

You nod shyly, being lifted off your boyfriends cock and being laid on the bed before he walked off into the bathroom.

Jungkook made sure to place you on the bed so the boys could still see your dripping cunt. So, they could see the creation your boyfriend had just made inside of you. You didn't have any energy to care. Jungkook didn't mind if his friends got off on the thoughts of you; he knew that he's the only one who would have you.

"Such a pretty slut. My pretty, pretty slut." He cooed at you.

Every time he complimented you, you felt as if you were some high school girl, getting butterflies even when her crush looks at her. He carefully cleaned you up, laying on bed for a few minutes, cuddling you and whispering the sweetest things into your ear, kissing your forehead before you drifted off to sleep.

Not wanting to wake you, he got up, tucking you into bed. He walked back to his computer, putting his headset on, one ear free of his headphone so he could hear you if you needed anything and to make sure he wasn't being loud enough to wake you up.

"Fucking hell, Kook." Taehyung was the first to speak out, hearing 'mhm's' and the others agreeing with his words. Jungkook had a mix of a sweet smile and devilish smirk plastered onto his face.

"Yes, she's my girl and my girl only. I'm glad you think she's as hot as I think she is." All the other boys looked shocked, not wanting to pass any boundaries, worried that Jungkook would think they want you to themselves.

Jungkook chuckled lightly and their responses of them defending themselves. "Well, you're saying one thing, but all of your boners are saying other shit. It's okay. Even if she's the hottest person in the world, no one has ever treated me like she does. That's why I love her." Within an instant of understanding that Jungkook doesn’t care, most of the boys had turned their cameras off and given excuses such as 'I'm going to the bathroom' or 'I'm getting something to eat' but Jungkook knew they were going to jerk off.

He sighed loudly. "Poor, single boys." He chuckled to himself and started playing a game, waiting for the others to come back

#bts #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts smut #smut #bts jungkook #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts hoseok #bts yoongi #bts seokjin #bts namjoon #bts x reader

[raibebe]

hi!! i’m in my sugar baby/sub jeno and sugar baby/switch jaemin era. so can i request jeno and jaemin making a complot and acting like brats just to get a reaction from you?

If you had known that a simple text of “I’ll be late today, something came up. Use my card to get yourselves some dinner.” could wreck so much havoc, you’d have denied your client’s wish of an emergency meeting.

Not even half an hour after you had send the text, Jaemin had answered with a simple “we’ll keep ourselves busy”, adding a winking emoji. You hadn’t thought much of it when the notification had popped up on your smart watch but what had caught your attention was the image he had also sent. You had expected maybe a picture of their food or them snuggled up in front of the TV and a PlayStation controller in Jeno’s hands but definitely not a picture of Jeno’s body, wrapped up in the prettiest dark lace and on his knees, his thighs spread wide and his mouth stuffed with Jaemin’s cock.

“That’s not what we agreed on,” you texted back quickly, trying your hardest to keep your poker face even though your client only saw you as a small tile in the conference call.

Jaemin’s answer came almost immediately: “Shouldn’t have left us to ourselves then.” Despite knowing that he only did this to get a rise out of you, you couldn’t help but to swallow the obvious bait. “I can’t even leave you two alone for one evening. You’re being very bad.”

“Don’t say that or you’ll make the baby cry,” was Jaemin’s quick answer, followed by another piece of media, a video this time. Making sure that you were muted and your phone’s volume set to low, you pressed the play button and immediately your screen was filled with the image of Jeno again, his eyes filled with tears. “Mommy,” he whined before Jaemin roughly fucked into his mouth, making him gargle around the intrusion. “Mommy’s not here,” Jaemin spoke, his voice wickedly sweet as he held a struggling Jeno down on his cock, “Mommy’s not coming home for a while.” For a few heartbeats, all you could hear was Jeno fighting back his gag reflex before he roughly slapped Jaemin’s thigh in quick succession, a signal that he needed air. Jaemin quickly complied, pulling Jeno back by the scruff of his hair. “Spit,” he commanded and Jeno obeyed wordlessly, spitting the mess of saliva and precum that had built up in his mouth onto Jaemin’s cock. “We’re gonna have so much fun without Mommy’s stupid rules,” Jaemin chuckled, roughly patting Jeno’s cheek before the video cut off.

You hadn’t even noticed that your breathing had picked up in speed until you looked up to see your reflection on the dark screen of your phone. “Fuck,” you cursed, subconsciously rubbing your legs together. You were far from being a hormonal teenager but just the short clip of your two sugar babies had made you so horny, you could feel yourself getting wet. With a quick look at the clock in the bottom corner of your screen and another quick glance at the explicit video on your phone, you made a quick decision. Unmuting yourself, you interrupted the call: “I’m terribly sorry but a family emergency came up, I’ll have to leave.” You didn’t wait for anyone to comment, simply slamming your laptop shut, roughly grabbing your jacket and keys, and calling Jaemin’s number as you left your office.

“What is it?” He sounded breathless already, the microphone of his phone picking up faint squelching noises. “You’re in trouble,” you only said, smashing the elevator button to the underground parking lot. “Your fault for not coming home.” You could vividly imagine the pout of Jaemin’s shiny lips as he spoke the words. “If either of you cum before I’m home, I’ll put both of you in your cages and you won’t get to cum for a week.” The threat made Jaemin’s breath hitch before he let out a high-pitched whine. “Don’t cum,” you reminded him again. “Yes, ma’am,” he immediately complied.

“Babe, Baby. We have- Fuck we have to wait,” he stumbled through his words, “Mommy’s coming home now.” Next, you could hear a muffled whine and the shuffling of blankets before loud panting filled your ears. “Mommy?” “Oh my sweet little angel,” your voice immediately softened when you heard Jeno’s soft voice. He was in deep. “You mad?” “Mommy’s disappointed. You’re not supposed to play with each other when I’m not around and you’re usually so good at following the rules.” “‘m sorry,” Jeno hiccuped, “We wanted you here so bad an- and we thought this was a good idea an-“ “Deep breaths, doll,” you interrupted him, “Take a deep breath for me, babyboy.” As the elevator doors dinged open, Jeno took a shuddering breath just like you had asked him to. God, he was always so obedient when he slipped into his headspace. “Be good until I come home,” you reminded him, only hearing more rustling like Jeno was enthusiastically nodding his head, “No cumming until I’m home.” “Okay,” he spoke so quietly that you almost missed it.

“Such a good boy,” you praised him before disconnecting the call so you could drive home safely, trusting that the threat of having his cock caged for a week and the promise of more praise was enough to make Jaemin and Jeno behave for another fifteen minutes.

#jeno #lee jeno #nct #nct dream #jaemin #na jaemin #jeno smut #jaemin smut #jeno imagines #jeno scenarios #jeno drabbles

[donghoonie-3]

'22 KINKTOBER - DAY 06

video games - Kai

For: anon

Warnings: sub kai, dom reader, blow job, ball sucking, reader sucks kai off while he's playing a game, pet names. Lmk if I missed anything<3

kinktober masterlist ♡

Your boyfriend kai has been playing his favourite game on his computer ever since he came back home. You really wanted to spend some time with him but every time you ask him when he's done he says "just one more round". So you decide to finally get up and go over to him.

"Kai-" "just this round and I'll be done I promise" he says with his eyes focused on the game. "You said that two hours ago kai, I'm not buying it" you say with a sigh. "I knowww but- AHH YEONJUN HYUNG KILL IT!!!!!" he ends up screaming into his mic.

You let out a sigh and thought for a second on what to do...and then an idea popped up to your head. You get down on your knees and go under the desk then spread his thighs. "What are you doing?" He asks with a puzzled face.

"If you don't want to get off the game that's fine, I'll have my own entertainment down here" you smirk and he just stares at you with confusion.

"Can I?" You whisper with your hand travelling up his thigh. He knows exactly what you're about to do and it's turning him on so much. "yes" he gives you consent to continue.

You start off by rubbing your hand over his growing tent making Kai suck in his breath. "Remeber you're mic is on so be quiet" you warn and he hums showing that he understands.

You give his clothed cock a nice squeeze making him close his eyes for a second and let out a sigh out of pleasure.

You then slowly unzip his pants. "Lift your hips up hyuka" you whisper to him so that his members don't hear you. He obeys you and lifts his hips up while trying to to lose the game.

You swiftly take off his jeans and underwear in one go letting his dick hit his obdomen. You spit on the tip of his cock and rub your spit all over his length with your fingers.

While you're down there teasing his dick he's biting his lip and trying not to let out any noises of his. The second he feels your lips wrap around his tip he almost let outba desperate moan but covered his mouth in time. Seeing this reaction of his eggs you on to take his whole dick into your mouth just to see his reaction but when you see his hand reaching over to mute his mic you stop your movements and say "no. You're not allowed to mute your mic" but he mutes it anyways.

"But what if they hear-" "no kai, you'll just have to stay quiet and take it. Unmute your mic unless you want to be punished" you demand.

His dick twitches at the thought of him getting caught with you sucking his dick so he unmutes the mic. "Good boy" you whisper to him before taking his throbbing dick into your mouth.

You start off by sucking on his tip and teasing his slit with your tongue. It takes everything for Kai to not moan your name out.

You take as much of his length into your mouth as you can and use your hand on the rest that didn't fit. "Shit-" he almost moans again.

"You good bro?" You hear yeonjun through his headset. "uh- y-yeah I just...I almost died haha- the bosses are really...really hard to defeat" he makes up an excuse and thankfully to him, they buy it.

He looks down at you to see you already looking up at him. You pull off his dick completely. "You're doing good hyuka" you praise him before sucking on his dick again, you hand going to his thigh and squeezing it lightly.

He throws his head back at the feeling of your throat around his dick. "so good" he whispers, for a second forgetting that he's on call. His head shoots back up when he realizes what he says, hoping that they didnt hear him or that they think nothing of it.

You take his dick out of your mouth and go back to stroking it. Both of your hands twisting in different directions as they both go up and down in a fast pace.

His breath becomes more uneven as he tries to hold his moans. You switch up your actions again, this time using the palm of your hand on his tip and rubbing it in circles as you lean in to suck on his balls.

He almost gives him self away again almost. He covers his moan up with a cough and you smirk at him. "Are you okay?" This time you hear Taehyun speak. "Y-yeah i- i uhm i-" he can barely speak with how good your making him feel. "I think I have a cold or s-someting" he continues and coughs at the end of his sentence to prove his statement. "Ah okay, I hope you'll be alright" you hear Taehyun answer back to him.

Kai continues to try and play the game but it gets harder and harder the more you suck on his dick. His hands turning into fists as he covers up another moan with a cough. He sees his team is loosing in the game but he couldn't care less at the moment, not when you're sucking the life out of him.

"You're doing so good for me pretty boy" you praise him again and kiss his thigh. He let's out a shaky breath at your words. You can tell he's getting close so you speed up your actions. Your hand going up and down his length as you suck on his tip like a lollipop.

"Kai are you crying??" Beomgyu asks him since he heard his shaky breath. "Huh? N-no I just- i- fuck yn-" he failed to be quiet and let out a whiny moan. "KAI???" Soobin yells. "AT LEAST MUTE YOUR MIC" Beomgyu yells out. "IM GETTING OUT OF HERE YOU ENJOY WHATEVER THE FUCK YOURE DOING" Yeonjun says and leaves the call.

You pull off his tip and giggle a bit. "I'll let you mute your mic now, sorry baby" you whisper. "Thank you" he whispers to you as he mutes his mic. "That was- ahh- humiliating oh god" he throws his head back and let's his moans out freely. "I bet you liked the risk though hm hyuka?" You say. "y-yeah maybe-" he answers.

You go back to sucking on his tip and before you know it his cumming on your tongue while moaning out your name. "yn yn yn yn oh god oh my god!!" He whispers.

You pull off and swallow his load. You continue to jerk his dick off to let him ride out his high. "Aah- o-okay too sensitive now-" he whines and so you stop your actions. You put his pants back on him and get out under the table.

"Now time for the real punishment for not giving me any attention" you say with a stern look and he gulps out of feer and excitement.

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[sunghoons-mole]

telling enha you’re pregnant

GENRE // enhypen hyung line x afab!reader 

WARNINGS // reader and enha are NOT married, unplanned pregnancy, this shit is SO CHEESY WITH A SIDE OF EXTRA CHEESE i may have cringed a little writing it but also cried, lots of fluff

FROM THE AUTHOR // i’ve always found it absolutely adorable when i see videos of women telling their partners that they’re pregnant - wouldn't enha be so cute about it... :’)

enjoy! :)

“Heeseung?”

You poked your head around the doorframe, excitement bubbling in your chest. Heeseung sat in his gaming chair, headphones on, staring intensely at the screen. “Get him, Jake- OH COME ON.” He slapped his hand to his forehead, glancing over at you. “Hey, love.” 

He muted his mic and took one side of his headphones off. “I heard you taking a shower when I got home, so I was just gaming with the guys for a bit. But we can hang if you want, I can get off for a while-”

“Hee, I need to talk to you.” You stepped into the room and grabbed his hands, trying to pull him up. 

A concerned look spread over his face, but he quickly unmuted himself and said “I’ll be right back. Start the next round without me.”

Once he had set his headphones on the desk, he followed you out of the office and into your bathroom. He noticed it was still warm and steamy from your shower, and as concerned as he was about how you were acting, the warmth and the smell of your shampoo calmed him. 

“I know we haven’t really discussed this, and I’m worried, but I’m also really excited and I think we can figure it out. We’ll probably have to turn the office into a room, but its not like we use it that mu-”

Heeseung grabbed your hands that were frantically waving as you spoke quickly, trying to get your thoughts out as fast as possible. “Y/N. What are you talking about?”

You blushed and looked down at the bathroom counter. His eyes followed. There, on the sink, was a pregnancy test.

And it was positive. 

His eyes widened and his face turned red as his eyes met yours, letting go of your hands and putting his over his mouth.  “Y/N.”

“Hee, we’re gonna have a baby. And I’m scared. And I know you’re scared, but we can figure it out. Okay?” You smiled at him. It was the truth, you were terrified. But you were also beside yourself with excitement. You hoped he was too. 

He put his face in his hands and turned away, pacing. Your heart sank as you watched, assuming the worst. Heeseung didn't want a baby with you. You had ruined his plans, changed the course of his whole life forever. You didn’t know what to say to make it better. The room was spinning, and you felt as if you might fall over. 

He turned to face you, eyes soaked with tears and - smiled.

Then he giggled and pulled you into a hug, holding the back of your head with his hand and breathing in the smell of your freshly washed hair. His sniffles were loud in your ear, but you were too relieved to care. You squeezed him back, your own tears threatening to make their escape. 

“I’m scared, but I’m not that scared. We’ve got this.” He pulled away and held you by the shoulders, looking into your eyes. “You’re going to be the best mother, Y/N. I can’t wait to see it.”

He kneeled then, grabbing your hips and planting a kiss on your stomach. You were barely showing, but now that you both knew, it felt as though they were already a part of your family, a part of you. “As for you, little one, I’ve decided to give you my office. I’ll even sell my PC if I have to.”

You laughed, knowing that was unlikely, but the statement was cute enough for you not to care.

He put a hand to your belly, and looked up at you, eyes sparkling. “It’s us now.”

“Jay?”

The sizzling of whatever Jay was busy working on in the kitchen was loud enough for him to miss it the first time. But the second time you spoke his name, he turned around quickly, spatula in hand. “Hey. Dinner’s almost done, I promise.” He turned back to his cooking, then added “I know how hungry you get,” with a chuckle. 

You rolled your eyes, and tried to focus on what you had to say, but the food smelled delicious, and you realized just how hungry you actually were. You decided to wait until after dinner to break the news. 

Keeping quiet was very difficult. You ended up tuning him out for most of the meal because you were busy fantasizing about how he would react. 

Jay removed his apron and suggested a movie night, and when you were both seated on the couch under a blanket he turned to you, tucking your hair behind your ear. “You’ve been quiet. Something on your mind?” 

You giggled, and he looked at you, surprised. Under the blanket you reached into your pocket and grabbed the test, holding it under still. “I have some news.”

“Good news I hope?” He chuckled, and looked at where the blanket was rustling in your lap. You pulled the test out and handed it to him. His eyes widened as he stood up, turning the living room light back on. He stared at it for a moment, eyes darting from the test, to you, and back to the test. “Holy shit.”

“Is it good news?” You stood up, walking over to him. 

“Y/N. Yeah, holy shit.” He pulled you in for a hug, sighing happily. “Holy shit.”

You laughed against his shoulder, relieved that he took the news well. “I’m a little nervous to have a little Jay running around. That’s gonna be hard to handle.” 

He pulled back and pretended to be hurt, putting a hand to his chest and scoffing. “Oh please. He’ll be an angel.”

“Jake.”

Jake jumped at the sound of your voice pulling him out of his sleep. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, looking at you. “What? What's wrong?”

You grinned at his concerned expression. He had been napping on the couch after work, and you waking him suddenly was unusual. But you had exciting news to share, and it couldn’t wait.

“Nothing, love. I have to show you something.” You showed him the test that was behind your back, and he squinted at it, still waking up. “What’s that?”

You cupped his cheek in your other hand, rubbing your thumb across his cheek. “I’m pregnant, Jake.” You smiled, waiting for his reaction. 

He was still sleepy, so you gave him a moment. He was still squinting after a few moments, so you sat next to him and started rubbing his back. 

After some silence, he jumped up from the couch and stood in front of you, mouth wide open. “You’re... we...?”

You nodded, smiling. He reached for the test and you handed it to him, watching his expression switch from shock, to concentration, to excitement, and a little bit of fear. His smile was radiant as he closed the test in his fist and tackled you into a hug, both of you falling back onto the couch. Laughter filled the room as he left kisses all over your face like a happy puppy. 

He paused, smiling down at you and buried his face in your neck. “I love you. I can’t wait to start this new chap-” His eyes widened and the smile disappeared from his lips as he started to get up.

“What's wrong Jake?” You sat up too, worried. 

He ran down the hall and into the bathroom, and you stayed on the couch, waiting. You heard the sound of the sink running, and then Jake came back out into the living room and put his hands on his hips.

“You okay?” you stood up.

“You let me touch that test with my bare hands!” Jake said. “You PEED on that!”

“Sunghoon!”

Sunghoon had just walked through the door, ice skates in hand, when you pounced on him. He was tired, and wasn’t ready for it. 

“Hey, Y/N.” He was in a bit of a mood, but seeing you always made him feel a little lighter. He tried to put the mood aside for you, especially since you seemed so excited to see him. You always did, and that made him feel special. 

“I need to tell you something!” You were bouncing on your heels, holding his shoulders and smiling at him. He offered a genuine smile back. “Okay. Give me a minute to put my stuff up and change.”

After a few moments, Sunghoon emerged from your room in a hoodie and sweats, running a hand through his hair. You sat patiently on the couch, looking up at him. 

“What’s going on?” He stood in front of you, hands in his pockets.

You motioned to the coffee table between you and Sunghoon, where an object wrapped in a paper towel sat. He looked at it, then back at you, and picked it up cautiously. 

Waiting for him to unfold it felt like years, and your heart was racing. His pretty fingers pulled the paper apart until he was holding the test, looking at the positive symbol silently. 

Then he laughed.

“Okay, you got me.” He set it down on the table and shook his head. “I’ll admit it. I was a bit surprised at first. It looked so real.” He pivoted and headed for the kitchen. “You want some popcorn?” You sat there, dumbfounded. “What?”

“Popcorn.” He grabbed a bag of kernels and turned to you, holding them up. “If you want some, I’m gonna make two bags, since you always eat all of mine.” He flashed a tired smile. “Hoon, I’m pregnant.”

“Yeah, I saw,” He rolled his eyes. “Now do you want some-”

He froze, and turned to look at you, popcorn bag still in his hands. “Y/N, this isn’t funny. Your pranks are always hilarious, but this isn’t.”

You could see the muscle in his jaw flexing as he stared at you, connecting the dots in his mind. You stared back and put a hand on your belly, rubbing circles on the barely visible bump. The corner of your mouth turned up slightly.

He dropped the popcorn bag and ran his hands through his fluffy locks, pushing the hair back and exposing his forehead. “Y/N. Y/N, oh my gosh.” 

He slowly walked back to you, mouth agape. “A baby. We’re gonna...”

You began to cry then, smiling through the tears and nodding at him. He kneeled before you and used his thumb to dry your cheeks, then kissed you on the nose. “Don’t cry, Y/N. You’re gonna make me cry.” His eyes were already wet and shiny as he held your face in his hands, smiling bigger than ever. 

He kissed you long and gentle, and you held his face as he held yours, keeping your foreheads pressed together long after your lips separated. You wished you could stay in this place forever, staring into his loving eyes, but you knew you were going to have a child to raise, so you soaked it up as long as you could. 

~

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[robinrites]

Day Six: My Son

Happy Day Six of Whumptober!

TW: Kidnapped, slight torture (not graphic), panic attacks (not graphic)

Summary: Tim has been kidnapped by people who don't know he is Robin, and are holding him for ransom in hopes that his father, Bruce Wayne, will pay them well for the return of his son...but the kidnappers seem to have different ideas about returning him in one piece.

“We have your son.” Bruce slammed his fist against his desk, growling before letting the video continue. “We have your son Mr. Wayne, and if you want to see Timmy here make it home okay, you’re gonna want to listen real closely to what we have to say.” Bruce watches as the man pulls Tim up by his hair so he faces the camera. Panic flashes in Tim’s eyes as he tries to say something, only for it to be muffled by the gag. Tim squirms from the man’s grasp until his hair is released, allowing his head to lull forward. “Now, as I was saying, 10 million dollars, cash, untraceable. Gotham docks two nights from now. If we catch wind that you’ve told GCPD or Batman… let’s just say the only way Timmy here is going home is in a body bag capeesh?” 

Bruce unmutes his microphone, but leaves his camera off so they can’t see the Batcave in the background. “I’ll do it, just please don’t hurt him.” 

One of the men off camera laughs, “We would never hurt anyone, isn’t that right Timmy?” His hand enters the screen only to hit Tim across the back of the head. Tim doesn’t raise his head, and Bruce can swear he hears Tim whimper. “Now, we best be going, lots of work to do-” 

“Wait!” Bruce interrupts, “Can I at least talk to him? Please? I just need to know he’s okay.” One of the men grunts, then yanks the gag out of Tim’s mouth. Tim weakly raises his head to look at the camera in front of him. 

“H-hey Dad.” He shakily says while Bruce tries to ignore the dried blood on the side of his face. 

Bruce tries his best to steady his voice, both for Tim and his own sake. “Hey Tim, how are you feeling?” 

“I’m okay Dad, my head hurts a little. You’ll come for me right?” 

Bruce lowers his head, thankful Tim can’t see him right now. “Of course I will, I love you son.”

“I love you too Dad.” One of the men jumps in front of the camera as Tim says this, and even though he’s wearing a mask Bruce can tell he has a smug look on his face. 

“Well, like I said we’ve got lots to do. Gotham Docks, two nights from now, midnight, don’t be late.” The camera cuts off and Bruce immediately stands up. He dials his phone as he begins to pace the cave. 

“Hey B, what’s up?” Barbara asks as she picks up the other end, unaware of what just happened. 

“Barbara, it’s- it’s Tim. Something happened and- and I just got a ransom video. They haven’t hurt him yet, but if they do I’ll never forgive myself and obviously I could just give them the money, but they don’t know I’m Batman so what if they try something-” 

“Bruce, calm down, it’s going to be okay. Can you send the video my way? I’ll see if I can pick up any clues, maybe Tim said something to help us find him. He’s smart Bruce, don’t forget that.” In spite of the panic she feels, Babs somehow maintains a calm tone of voice. “And while I’m doing that we can send everyone out to look for him.”

“They said they’d kill him if they caught wind I told Batman, Babs-” 

“I know you’re stressed out right now, so you’re not thinking straight. You’ll stay at the cave, in case they call again, while the rest of the team will patrol Gotham.” Babs pauses, “I use patrol lightly, they’re really going to be searching for Tim, but casually enough that hopefully our kidnappers won’t pick up on it. Sound good?” Bruce doesn’t verbally answer, but after years of working side by side with him, Barbara knows him well enough to know his answer. “Good, now I’m going to send a message to the team about Tim, what was he wearing in the video?” 

Bruce racks his brain, despite it happening minutes ago, “Red jacket, it looked like a green t-shirt underneath. That’s all I could see.” 

Babs makes a note of this quickly before continuing, “Okay, I just sent out a message. I’m gonna head your way and then we can go over the video together, I don’t think you should be alone right now. Plus I’ll need a second set of eyes.” 

“Barbara?” Bruce rubs his hand over his face, trying to get himself to focus on anything but the danger Tim is in. 

“Yeah?” 

“Thank you.” 

The second Barbara arrives at the Batcave she begins to scour the video for any clues as to where they might be holding Tim. She knows having Bruce pace in the background isn’t helping any, but the other alternative is to send him out on patrol where he could get a little too hands-on with any low-level criminal he’d come across. Hours pass, with little to no progress in finding Tim, when another call comes through Bruce’s phone. 

“Unknown number, it’s them.” Bruce states, determined to get any clue on the whereabouts of his son. He picks up the phone then transfers the call to his computer so he can record the video. 

“Hello Bruce, miss me?” It’s the same masked man as before, but Tim does not appear to be in frame. 

Bruce growls, “I don’t even know who the hell you are or what you want with my son.” 

“Oh dear, someone’s grumpy.” He laughs.

“Where is TIm? I want to see him.” 

“‘Where is Tim?’ Oh that’s a good question.” He pauses, then a scream is heard off screen. “Oh, sounds like him, shall we go check?” 

“You said you wouldn’t hurt him.” Bruce bites his tongue as best he can. “I’m doing everything you ask, it hasn’t even been a day. I haven’t involved anyone else I swear.” 

The man picks up the camera and begins to walk out of the room, down the hall slightly then into another room. He turns the camera around so the focus is no longer on him, but on Tim, hanging from his arms in the center of the room. 

“Now I want you to keep in mind that I haven’t broken my promise. I haven’t touched a hair on Timmy’s head. My friend Ace, on the other hand… well let’s just say I turned my back for a couple minutes, whoops!” The man walks closer until the camera is almost in Tim’s face, who doesn’t raise his head or even acknowledge the camera’s presence. “Say hi to Daddy for us.” Tim drops his head even lower, feigning unconsciousness so the man walks away. “Or be boring, that’s fine too. Well, since Tim 's not in a chatty mood, I guess I’ll be going now. Just wanted to remind you of what was at stake if you fuck up. Bye!” 

The line instantly goes dead, followed by Bruce storming out of the room. Babs considers following after him, but instead opts to scan the new footage for clues. After an hour straight of watching the video, Babara is about to give up when she notices Tim moving his fingers strangely. A second look and she realizes it’s ASL. L-I-B-R-A-R-Y he spells with his fingers, so quickly Barbara has to slow the video down to register it. 

Barbara glances at the monitor displaying the location of all the teammates to see who is closest to where Tim is. 

“What do you have for me, Oracle?” Jason asks as he picks up the phone. 

“I think I found him.” Oracle pulls up the directions to where she thinks Tim is being held. “Just outside of Gotham, there’s an abandoned library. I think it got destroyed during some battle Batman had, but the underground part should in theory be intact. I think that’s where they’re holding Tim. You’re the closest one, and you’ll have to go in solo, it’d take too long for backup to arrive. I’m going to look for the building layout while you drive there so you know what to expect so at least you won’t be going in completely blind. I know it’s a lot to ask but-” 

“Tim’s family, Oracle. That’s all there is to it. Send me the address and I’ll head over immediately.” 

Jason pulls up to the library and can’t help but pause as he takes in the building. Half of it has been turned to rubble while the other half barely stays upright. He pulls up the blueprints in his helmet for easy access as he begins to search the building for the entrance to the basement. He makes quick work of the two guards in front of the door, then carefully descends. As Jason carefully walks through the wall, Babs leads him towards the room Tim should be held in. He comes across a couple more guards before arriving at a locked door. Jason picks the lock, and tries to stop himself as the door swings open to reveal Tim being beaten by a man into unconsciousness. 

Rage takes over as his vision becomes red. Jason tosses the man against the wall before laying into him with his fists. The man begs him to stop, but one look at Tim tells Jason that he doesn’t deserve his mercy. His hand goes for his gun, one less asshole in the world, but then Babs’ voice in his earpiece stops him. 

“He’ll suffer longer in prison.” She states. Jason knows this is true, and as much as he would like to finish the job, there are more important things at hand. He spins his gun around and hits the man with the butt of his gun, knocking him out. Jason stands, then spits on the man before he turns around to go tend to Tim.

“Ja-Red Hood?” Tim wearily asks, struggling to lift his head. Jason unlocks the chains around his wrists, catching him as he falls. 

“Yeah buddy, it’s me.” He wants so badly to take his mask off, to show Tim a familiar face, but he knows there are probably more goons in the building and he cannot deal with a secret identity reveal currently. “Let’s get you out of here huh?” Tim doesn’t answer, already fast asleep in Jason’s arms, the safety Jason provides finally allowing for exhaustion to take him over. Tim sleeps peacefully until they return to the Batcave, knowing he’s in the hands of people who care about him again.

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[keefwho]

April 07 - 2024 Sunday

11:13pm

5.5/10

This morning I was in a good headspace listening to breakcore and doing last night's dishes. I had planned for today to be a no-think day but that period of peace I had didn't last too long. I took my shower and made eggs, spam, and a fried potato for breakfast. I was watching a Bob Ross documentary while I ate but all I could think of was my old friend NK who I haven't talked to in years aside from a few brief appearances in his Twitch chat. I decided to ask him if he wanted to watch it with me and we might be doing that either Thursday or Friday. I was a little stunlocked after breakfast, I didn't know what to do and I was falling into my usual thought patterns. I knew I had to do something. I felt like cleaning the shelf above the fireplace and I did that with the recognition that it was like a self care thing. Doing it didn't effect anyone but me and only I was going to take joy in doing it and I decided that mattered. While I cleaned I joined DV in his server and he had a lot to talk about regarding his (sort of) partner. So we had a big long chat about things, it felt good being there for him. After the talking we just played Helldivers normally and that was fun. Eventually I disengaged to go make lunch. I made tuna spaghetti and I made it right for the first time in awhile. I was watching Sagwa and sending DS funny screencaps. Afterwards I was bored and I knew it. Instead of fighting it like usual, I succumbed to the boredom. I watched more Sagwa with the intent of not really paying attention. I booted up Cities Skylines with Sagwa on the side for a little bit and was trying to start my EPCOT playthrough but ended up scrapping what I did. I also found some good city building playlists to listen to. Eventually DS got on her PC and she worked on her fursuit while we watched furry videos and a couple old informational videos. She put the eyelashes on the head today which was huge in pulling the look together. Some of the furry videos we watched featured some horny chatter which was offputting and gross, this is the first time that's been in the videos we watched. The best way I can describe it is trashy. And of course it's all gay boys (Im bi so I'm not gay hating). But there is this trend of horny gay males who don't have an off switch. I've experienced this a lot first hand and it's really left me feeling sour. In bed we rolled our puzzles, read a Cleo chapter of Monster High, and played KH2 as usual. I entered the tron world today. After she fell asleep, I hopped into desktop VR to join BD and chill. DV joined as well with some more ranting because he essentially broke up with that person from earlier. GT also joined and I talked to everyone a little bit individually. I had muted KH2 since it was loud for me and before journaling, I unmuted it to have some noise but DS got woken up by it so I feel kinda bad.

~~~

Today my big thing was I succumbed to my boredom which was the right thing to do. Its okay to have a nothing day. Also the time spent with DS this afternoon was exactly what I needed. It might have been the headspace I was in. I was conscious about enjoying the time for what it was. I was also still in that bored headspace so I was just chilling, I wanted nothing more than the company while we watched stuff and my mind wandered.

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