#and if you suck at your job maybe you SHOULD fucking lose it!!!!!

[kabutone]

i do not understand why something is hard to deal with if it “becomes politicized” if you are a person in a position of power. literally just unpoliticize it

like people say the reason the CDC is severely downplaying the ongoing pandemic is because it’s been politicized. but like if you are The Fucking CDC then maybe do what is right regardless of what the stupid people think??

like if you are a kindergarten teacher and your class starts to demand that they live off of cookies and never eat a vegetable ever again are you gonna cave to them or fucking make the correct decision with your authority?

like honestly i feel like we could all stand outside the CDC and chant “bleach is good for you!!!” and after a couple of months they’ll be like “oh god…. we need to confirm it. we need to tell them it’s okay to drink bleach”

like imagine what would happen if they DID respond properly and promoted masks and clean air? what is the fucking worst that would happen? people would get mad at them on twitter???? or are they scared they’re gonna lose their jobs or be killed?? tough shit that’s what literally everyone else in this country has to worry about every single fucking day!!!!!!!!

this could be said about any other issue too, like reproductive rights or racial discrimination. like everyone in charge feels like they HAVE to cave to the bigots for some reason. they’re all just shaking in fear going “PLEASE kill your neighbors please just go kill women and disabled people and black people but dear GOD do not say mean things to us on the internet!!! please oh my god!!!!”

i honest to god do NOT understand what is stopping them from doing the right thing aside from fear of backlash from the bigots on twitter. and sure maybe they do pose a threat, they stormed the capitol and injured police officers. but joe biden, mandy cohen, rochelle walensky, and hundreds of others sit in the safety of their cushy fucking jobs while MILLIONS of average everyday people are at significantly more risk of being hurt or killed by these growing fascist ideologies!!!!

you are a hundred times safer being a politician than you are being black, trans, gay, disabled or any other minority group. you are safer in your fancy office or senate seat than me and my loved ones are in our everyday life. i’m not saying anyone deserves to fear for their life or safety but it wouldn’t fucking hurt for those in power to feel a FRACTION of what the average person goes through. real leaders shouldn’t cower behind their safety nets and pray that the people they promised to protect are harmed or killed first.

#and if you suck at your job maybe you SHOULD fucking lose it!!!!! #every day people lose their jobs over shit like being gay or being disabled #personally if you use your position of power to kill people i think you should AT THE VERY LEAST lose your job. #besides how many politicians have been assassinated in history? i know there’s been a few but compare that to HOW MANY TRANS PPL ARE KILLED #you are MUCH MORE LIKELY TO BE HARMED OR KILLED if you simply EXIST as a trans person #than if you were a politician fighting for trans rights #anyway. anyone that has to exist as a minority in america is stronger than any us politician

[not-the-cheese]

one sentence summaries of every TMA episode

(1-60 i'll add more soon)

part 2 up!

world's most effective anti-smoking PSA

man DOES NOT open coffin. everyone claps.

woman is judgemental towards neighbor even though she has hobbies that are just as weird.

book makes multiple people fall off chair.

man finds bag of teeth and decides he absolutely needs to fuck around and find out.

worm sti.

there was a SCARY MAN in the WAR.

fuck this tree

well at least ted bundy was a great father :)

i'm like 55% sure vampires are real and i'm willing to take those odds

bitches be dying. you're next.

we kill this man because he made the soda too warm.

sorry ur husband's dead. maybe get some help.

Unbox with me ! (GONE WRONG)

hah i'm safe from this one because i have decided to Never Go Into a Cave Ever.

man is so annoying about this spider that even his cat can't be bothered

man's bully finds a book about a Bone Turner and subsequently begins turning people's bones.

this guy sucks at DIY home improvement

aw maybe this priest didn't do anything THAT bad!

oh fuck nevermind

THE SKY ATE MY SON.

the worms stole my identity. i haven't left the house in days.

man beats german children at game of bravery and wins a coin (he later loses this coin)

my ex boyfriend gets casted in the muppets and dies

sorry mom, i've abandoned jesus for a new religion : jesus in the dark.

tall squiggly and HANDsome

old man arm wrestles demon through door knob

the buzzfeed unsolved guys finally catch a ghost but it's their sound tech

immortality but at what cost

working at the big meat factory was so traumatizing it made me vegetarian

i go to america and get almost killed by a furry

well if you love that wasp nest so much why don't you MARRY it (and then she did)

antisocial boat crew bands together to exclude one guy from a midnight party. he dies from the rejection.

bone apple teeth

remember when that norwegian guy threw a tantrum about us not digging a hole? turns out we were right to not dig that hole.

babe come over my parents have taken ill and passed away

man fucks around and it costs him everything

HOMOPHOBIC CHINESE VASE

oh god oh fuck the worms are here

thank you for participating in worms! please rate your wormsperience from 1 to 10.

the wormsperience has left me deeply scarred. i'm going to get lost in a tunnel about it.

🎸music makes me loose control🎸

spooky stories to tell at the next police slumber party

child threatens to run away and join the circus one too many times, and now the circus has come to cash in.

these mosquitoes are mad sus

man frequents local barnes and noble and then dies(?) after liking a book too much.

realtor gets eaten by the backrooms twice. it's a terrible shame.

both me and this weird goth dude have an unsatisfying italy vacation

guy who turns people's bones gets a new job where he continues to turn people's bones.

man who should never be allowed to build prisons builds a prison.

Something Big Is In The Water.

what if u heard me about 15 feet behind you fumbling around and calling out ur name 😳 (and we were both prison guards)

i'm going to be honest i didn't retain anything from this episode except that this guy has the silliest old man voice ever

everybody hates the tax man, including these creepy taxidermy animals

hmmgh. ant house.

so turns out being only 55% sure that vampires are real in my career as a vampire hunter has had some consequences.

the only thing keeping you company in space is your abandonment issues

🎶 the snack that smiles back 🎶 (my husband!)

maybe the real treasure was the house siblings we encased in spider web along the way.

your dead brother wrote books about ancient myths and WHAT

Part 2

#i hope this convinces you to listen to tma #podcast #the magnus archives #martin blackwood #tma #jon sims #sasha james #podcasts #gay podcasts #tim stoker #elias bouchard #peter lukas

[rebelfell]

steve harrington x virgin!reader

Started writing about a nerdy/loser reader getting a job at a summer camp alongside the former king of her former high-school. But only bit I really liked was this piece of smut.

cw: bigdick!steve has entered the chat, fingering, oral (fem receiving), first time piv (unprotected, ‘cos I didn’t describe the condom, but he's wearing one and so should you)

18+, MDNI ︱ 1.4k

“Just, ah…” You winced slightly as the tip of his head pressed at your entrance. “Go slow?”

Steve paused, heavy lidded eyes coming up to meet yours. “Wait, are you a…have you never?”

You watched the reality of your virginity dawn slowly on his face, and squirmed slightly in his arms as you tried to refocus his attention.

“It’s fine, Steve. Don’t worry about it.”

The pressure of his length pushing against your core rescinds as he pulls away and you can’t help the petulant sight that falls from your chest.

Figures, you thought bitterly.

But Steve kept his mouth close. He littered your jaw and neck with kisses, his hands kneading your waist as he kneeled slowly and his lips continued their journey downwards. He wove a serpentine pattern across your chest, over the swell of your breasts, briefly sucking one nipple into his hot mouth while he rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger. You sighed pleasurably at the feeling and vibrations rippled across you as he hummed around your peaked bud before pulling off with a lewd pop. His eyes watched for your reaction, dark and hungry as he kissed down your sternum and carefully spread your legs further to make space for him.

“Steve, wh-what are you—”

“Just want you to be ready,” he murmured, lips skimming over your navel. “Don’t want it to hurt.”

He brought his fingers to your entrance, lazily circling it with them, swirling lightly all around it, brushing your inner thighs as he did. You closed your eyes and tipped back your head, losing yourself in the sensations of Steve’s slow, gradual build. It feels so…nice.

He kissed tentatively at the apex of your thighs, nose pressing into your mound, and internally you cringed at the thought of what you must look like down there. You couldn’t very well shave regularly when you were sharing the showers with twenty other counselors and could count on maybe a solid six minutes of hot water. And in a million years you wouldn’t have been able to anticipate this. So you almost certainly weren’t living up to King Steve’s standards.

Steve said nothing, though. If anything, he only buried his face further in the down of your hair, inhaling your scent like it was his dying breath. The wet heat of his tongue surprised you as he licked a fat stripe through your folds and actually moaned, the sound deep and rumbly in his chest.

“Fuck,” he whispered, soft and reverent as a prayer. “You taste like…summer.”

His grip tightened on your thighs, tugging you closer, smothering his face in your center, licking and sucking at you eagerly, ravenously. His tongue chased off any glimmer of insecurity you might have felt, his enthusiasm evident in the noises that filled the room.

A tingling feeling licks its way up your body, making your cheeks and chest and ears burn hot. Your hands flexed, needing something to hold onto for fear you’ll float away untethered into the ether. With one, you palmed at your breast, missing how it had felt when Steve squeezed them over your staff shirt. The other found its way to twist itself into floppy, caramel-tinged tresses.

“You can pull it if you want,” he teased, the words muffled by your cunt. “I can take it.”

He moaned instantly at the sharp tug you gave, dragging his face against your heat so his nose stroked your clit as you rolled your hips forward.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he growled. “That’s right, baby, ride my face. Make me make you come.”

You rolled your hips again, desperately chasing an end you couldn’t even see you were so lost in the forest of your feelings. Steve lips sealed around your clit, sucking it with intention as he brought his fingers back up. At last, he breached your entrance, slipping one in easily and following it close with a second that made you writhe at the gentle stretch. 

The pumped in and out of you at a pace just slow enough to be torture, curling upwards and toying with that spot inside you that had you gushing around his fingers. You’re barely conscious as waves of pleasure rushed across you, chest shuddering with your moans as you gripped at him desperately. His tongue soothes your swollen flesh as he coaxes you through your orgasm, helping you ride it out to the very last second.

In more ways than one, you’re grateful for the warm-up when Steve stood between your legs and brought the head of his cock back to your entrance. Is it at all possible he’s gotten bigger? 

He glided it through your folds—once, twice, three times—letting the ridges catch on your clit and making you keen with each too-brief pass. He held it at the base and lifted it slightly, only to let it drop and jolt you as it slapped heavy against your dripping pussy. A dark chuckle fell from his lips at the way your eyes bulged and you gasped at the feeling, not ready for the impact. 

And then, in the kind of contrast that rivaled Jekyll and Hyde, he leaned over you and spoke sweetly in your ear as he aligned with you.

“Are you ready?” he asked. 

You nodded, too choked up to answer, pinching your eyes closed and bracing yourself to finally feel him. It doesn’t happen, though. He leaned in closer, a hand coming up to cup the side of your face as he lowered his voice to a whisper.

“Hey…look at me.” 

Your eyes flew open to find his face hovering inches over yours. The tip of his nose brushed your own and you could practically count his long, dark lashes that fanned around mossy eyes that were almost black in the moonlight. Pieces of his long hair fell forward, the ends of it tickling your face before he pushed it back with his hand. The moles and freckles that dusted his tanned skin were more numerous than the stars in the sky you could see through his cabin’s windows.

“If you want this, you need to tell me so.”

His voice is firm, unyielding, but it’s not mean. Truly, you believed if you were to push him away and tell him you’d changed your mind, he would just tuck himself back into his shorts and be on his way. Except you wouldn’t ever do that. Because, fuck did you want him so bad.

“I want it,” you whispered. “I want you.”

It’s all the invitation he needs. 

The feeling of him finally pressing inside is intense, but not so overwhelming that it makes you whine or want to cry out. He goes slow, stretching you methodically as you take him inch by inch. And each time you think he must be buried to the hilt by now, you find there’s another stretch, another inch he can push inside. It has your chest heaving with each one.

“Too much?” he asked as his gaze flicked down to study your face.

“N-no,” you lied, legs shaking from the effort of holding them open. 

As though reading your mind, Steve gripped behind your knees and pushed your thighs up towards your chest, holding them there for you. The new angle gives him enough purchase to push in deeper still, making your back arch and your breath punch out in relief.

“We’re so close, baby,” he huffed, hair falling forward again, dusting his brow that’s damp with sweat in the sticky, humid air. “You’re taking me so well, fucking sucking me in.” 

With his words, you can almost feel your walls trying to engulf him. They burn from that last blissful stretch until he’s seated fully inside, his pelvis grinding against yours. The fullness you feel is exquisite. By all accounts, it shouldn’t work. It shouldn’t fit. It shouldn’t be so right. 

You pictured him pressing on your other organs; twisting up your insides; the way he’ll demolish you as soon as he starts moving. Just the thought has you growing wetter by the second.

“Shit, look at you,” he chuckled, staring down at where your bodies meet, almost in awe. “Can’t fucking believe it…”

If you were being honest, neither could you. Part of you is afraid to breathe, convinced one wrong move will rupture something. But maybe even moreso, you’re dying to find out if it will. 

“Okay, Harrington,” you sighed, shooting him a challenging smirk. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington one shot #steve stranger things

[rinhaler]

toji fucking his step daughter because his wife won’t give him any attention and she’s the second best thing :3

-🌹

daddy toji my beloved :3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, praise (good girl), biting, age gap, stepcest, cheating, daddy kink, creampie, bimbofication, virginity loss, fingering, masturbation.

words: 2k

Toji doesn’t know what to think, what to feel, whenever he sees you floating around the house. You’re confident, that he knows. Short skirts and tiny t-shirts are usually your go to attire, whether you’re at home or going out with your friends, you often dress scantily.

He tried scolding you about it, but you didn’t listen. And his wife, well, maybe if she supported him more he wouldn’t be thinking such oh so inappropriate things about his cute little step daughter.

“Where is she?” you ask, rudely, snapping Toji from his thoughts as you lean across the breakfast bar. He has to force himself to not look down your top, your cleavage on full display. Though his eyes do slip downward when he realises you aren’t even looking at him, too engrossed with your phone. “Said she’d give me money t’get my nails done.” you tell him, and he now knows you’re referring to your mother.

“She’s back to school shopping with Megumi.” he tells you, breaking his stare from your low cut crop top and looking into your eyes. Have you always been so skanky?

You’re a grown woman. He can’t believe you’re still leaching off of your mother. Nails can’t be that expensive. You should get a job and pay for them yourself. What makes you so special that you just get whatever you want just because you asked?

“Oh, well, you’ll have to gimme it.” you smile at him briefly before texting your friends again. You don’t even notice when he scoffs, shaking his head in disappointment.

What’s annoying him more is the fact that you’re reminding him so much of your fucking mother. Before she grew up, before they grew old, she was exactly like you. Vapid and gorgeous. She had him wrapped around her little finger back in the day, and he’s sure you are the same with every boy you come into contact with.

He feels his cock strain against his slacks as he thinks about all of hot and wild sex they used to have back then. Honestly, these days, he doesn’t remember the last time he got his dick wet. Now he’s just a miserable, pent up dad in a regular marriage. That’s life though, right? That’s just what happens as you get older.

Your wife loses interest and you develop a porn addiction.

“I’m not pay—”

You silence him as you pull your old school pink flip phone to your ear and hold up a finger in front of him, smiling when you hear your friends voice. “Yeah I’ll be there in thirty! Daddy’s givin’ me the money.” you beam at him, your shoulders bouncing as you talk excitedly.

Toji shakes his head again, reaching into his back pocket to grab his wallet.

He’s wrapped around your finger, like mother like fuckin’ daughter.

“I’m not fucking Satoru!” you tell your friend, rolling your eyes. Your step father freezes, for just a moment, before pulling out some money from his wallet. You look down at his hand and see the pitiful amount, taking his wallet from him and stealing a few extra bank notes while you rest your phone between your ear and shoulder. “Ugh. No one believes me! Do you? Whenever I tell anyone ‘m a virgin they think I’m lying.”

“Hang up the phone.” Toji tells you, but you barely hear him. You look at him for a split second before focusing on the call again.

“No, I didn’t! I sucked him off and that’s all I’ve done.” you huff. “Also my step dad is here so, like, stop talking about it.”

“Kid, hang up the fuckin’ phone.” he tells you, louder.

“Wait a sec,” you tell your friend, moving the phone away from your ear. “What?”

“Hang. Up.”

“Oh my God!” you moan, “I’ll meet you there, Toji wants to talk to me— yeah I’m probably getting in trouble because of you! Hahaaaa okay, byeeee~!” you smile, hanging up and giving your full attention to your step-father. He doesn’t speak, and neither do you. Not for a while, not until the silence makes you too uncomfortable to keep it going. “Is this ‘cuz of the money? You didn’t give me enough.”

“I— no, sweetheart.” he shakes his head. “Were you lyin’ to your friend, just now? About being a virgin?”

“Hm? No, why?”

Toji huffs out a breath, his cheeks filling with air as he thinks things through. He’s shocked, to say the least. He always thought you were putting out like a pro. He knows you’ve been on birth control for years. He’s had to drive you to get your injection a few times. He never thought about it much, just a regular dad chore when your mother wasn’t available.

But you’re a woman, now.

He’s surprised you haven’t been fucking since you were a teenager. But he’s even more surprised that you aren’t sexually active, now. He can’t help but wonder why. What’s stopping you? You dress like a slut, after all. Why aren’t you acting like one?

He reaches over and grabs his wallet and the money from your hand. You want to protest, but he walks by you too quickly for you to object. He hurries up the stairs and slams the door after himself.

“A— Am I grounded?!” you yell, hoping for a response.

Nothing.

You follow up the stairs, running up them as best you can in your high heels, and wait outside of his bedroom door. You knock a few times, and get no response. So you begin to pound on the door.

“Toji! You can’t ground me anymore!”

“You’re not grounded, come here.” he instructs. You open the door and walk into the room. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, belt unbuckled and zipper down. He must be changing into something comfier to wear around the house. “Sit.” he tells you, patting his hand on his lap.

You go to him, immediately, sitting sweetly on his thick thighs as he thinks about what to say.

“Didn’t realise you were such a good girl,” he tells you, kissing your shoulder softly. “You’re like a nice version of your mother.”

“Should divorce her if y’don’t like her, daddy.” you tell him, looking down at your imperfect nails. You giggle when you feel him bounce you on his leg.

“Maybe I should.” he tells you. “But I’ll be lonely.”

“You’ll have me ‘n Megumi!” you remind him. “Well, maybe not me as much, but, y’know.”

“Ah, sweetheart, don’t wanna lose you. Not now, not ever.” he kisses your shoulder again. “How come you’re a virgin, huh? Savin’ it?”

“Mhmm… wanna give it to someone special.” you tell him, looking his direction and batting your pretty, false eyelashes. “Everyone thinks ‘m a slut… but ‘m not! Promise! Makes me embarrassed that I haven’t done it yet, sometimes, though.”

His cock aches as he hears you talk. How dumb yet adorable you sound as you discuss your sex life, or lack there of. He isn’t even a little surprised that people don’t believe you, he wouldn’t have believed it himself if you hadn’t told him. He can see in your pathetically wet eyes, though, that you’re being truthful.

He is overwhelmed by the need to bare his soul to you. To tell you what he wants. What he needs and desires from you most right now. There’s no shame within him as he puts his hand down his pants and wraps his hand around his cock, pulling it free. He holds your body in place with his free hand, his arm possessing enough strength to keep you firmly in place.

You’re just like your mother.

If your mother wasn’t a cold, celibate bitch.

“Daddy wants to be your someone special, darlin’.” he informs you, words warbling as he pleasures himself behind your back.

You can hear it. You can hear the tacky sound of his cock being rubbed again and again. The way his breath and speech is slightly uneven. He sinks his teeth into your bare shoulder and you wince. It’s not too hard, but it was unexpected.

He’s surprised you don’t object when he splits your legs apart so that you’re straddling one of his thighs. His hand roams up your thigh and beneath your skirt, towards your clothed cunt. Though when he gets too close, your legs shut, quickly.

“You’re my daddy, you can’t touch me there!” you remind him. But he knows. He knows he’s your daddy and that’s exactly why you should let him. Admittedly, part of you wants him to. You want to feel someone make contact with your untouched core for the very first time.

Someone that isn’t you.

You’re sure Toji is very experienced. He’s so handsome, even now. You’ve seen pictures of him when he was your age over two decades ago. He’s beautiful, like a film star. You know he was fucking like it was going out of fashion.

Your mother has told you what a stallion he is in bed, you’re close like that. There’s no secrets or shame between you. And honestly, it did make you feel a little jealous. You felt like you were missing out on something. Sex, in general, and Toji.

But you never thought you’d be like this, with him.

“Baby, who’s gonna make you feel more special than your daddy, hah?” he asks. You feel your resolve weakening as he kisses your neck deliciously. You want to scream at him, to tell him where you want him to touch you.

He teases your body until your arching and squirming to follow his touch. And you practically cream around his thigh when he lifts up your top and tweaks your nipple. You’re weightless in his hold as he moves you around like you’re his little doll. He licks and laves over your pulse point while playing with your tits. His free hand moves your panties aside with a goal in mind. Two thick fingers slide effortlessly into your tight, virgin slot. The resistance is there but he ignores it. You ignore it.

And within minutes you’re having your first orgasm on account of another person. You aren’t sure why your mother has stopped having sex with Toji, you’d be begging him for it every chance you got if this brief encounter is anything to go by.

“Fuck me, daddy, please? Please—”

“Thought daddy’s can’t touch their little girls there?” he smirks, already helping you turn around to face him. He kisses you, sloppily, as he lines his thick cock up with your tight hole. “Sh, sh, shhh, baby… good girl, c’mon, take daddy’s cock. Jus’ like that.” he talks you through it as you sob. Little cunt stretching to accommodate his monstrous size.

“T-Too big! Daddy’s too big for me!” you tell him, though he silences you with another kiss.

Truth be told, he doesn’t particularly care if it hurts or not anymore. He doesn’t care if you can’t take him, because you will. He does all of the work for you, lifting you up and down like a toy while he thrusts up into you.

He almost cums from the sight of your eyes turning white and your tongue hanging out as he pummels into your sweet spot. He wonders if you’ll keep telling your friends you’re a virgin. It’ll be a fun little secret, for both of you, he thinks.

He finishes with a string of grunts, fucking his seed deep into you again and again until he’s got nothing left to give.

You feel so icky and sweaty as he starts to calm down from his release. He kisses you, sweetly, thanking you repeatedly. He needed this badly. It’s not even just sex anymore. He’s tired of feeling lonely and he’s tired of being neglected.

You’re not your mother though, are you?

You won’t make him feel like that.

“Don’t tell her, sweetheart.” he tells you, brushing your hair from your face and kissing your cheek. He grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding you to look at him as he speaks. “This stays between you ‘n me, alright?”

“Mhmm!” you nod, leaning forward eagerly to kiss his lips. “Always wanted you to be my special person…” you confess.

“Yeah?” he smiles at that, you really are sweet when you want to be.

“Wanna do it again, daddy. Can we?”

“Of course,” he nods, “I’m addicted to this little pussy, now.”

© 2023 rinhaler

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[ghostaholics]

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂

➸ PAIRING: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x gn!Reader ➸ TAGS/WARNING(S): none ➸ BANNER CREDIT: cafekitsune & benkeibear

Detail-oriented, exceptional manual dexterity when it comes to sewing him up. Your movements are careful and controlled – meticulous with regards to everything that you do but especially focused on how the edges line up so that they don’t overlap. Other medics – they'll rush. Botch it. A shoddy job like tectonic plates of skin forced to converge on each other, because in his line of work, stitches are an afterthought when there's another bloke with a sucking chest wound whose deep in the throes of respiratory distress and the only immediate threat about Ghost's own injury is the small amount of blood he'll lose. Whatever will get it closed. Nobody else cares much about the cosmetic factor. But you do. Painstakingly so. It's a thankless job to spend three times longer than it should to get it right, but he makes sure to express his appreciation for the consideration you put into every single graze/cut/gash (even more diligent if the injury's to any part of his arm that could mess up his tattoo sleeve). They always heal nicely.

He looks for you, after-hours – well late into the night because you were occupied patching up other soldiers. It'd been a grueling mission, lots of WIAs needing your attention. He doesn't even have a good excuse for this. It's a trivial thing, maybe, to bother you. Like asking Atlas for a favour, with the weight of the world on your shoulders and the soul-crushing responsibility of holding lives in the palms of your hands as though you're the last line of defense against death. This is stupid. This is beyond fucking stupid of him. Almost turns around and walks away from the medical tent, because that's how ridiculous it is. But he convinces himself to head in, asking if you can fix the stitching on his mask because the only person he trusts more than himself to do it is you. Though his request is benign, the significance behind it is profound in ways that he won't admit to himself. There are very few people he can count on. And of course, you say yes with a tired smile and a brightness in your eyes that never seems to dull in front of him no matter how exhausted you might be. It's one of the rare instance he lets his guard down, shows his face. He keeps you company the entire time, telling you about why he wears that mask while you restore it back to original condition.

The irony of having an injured medic: Simon's saddled with the pitiful task of having to step into your role because there's a gash on your forearm that needs to be taken care of. He knows how to do a basic stitch – is fairly confident that he can thread the sutures just like you’d showed him a million times by now whenever he’d been looking for a reason to see you ( ❝ Show me how to do it right. The proper way, yeah? ❞ ). And he's admonishing you to hold still, except it's sort of difficult when you're being treated like a bloody pincushion. He'd never let anybody else get away with making fun of him for that but this is you so he lets it slide. After talking him through it (which you find quite odd, considering that he never would've struck you as someone who’d need extra time and help), you inspect his handiwork, mildly impressed.

❝ Oh, you actually... well, you did quite a decent job. ❞ ❝ Of course. ❞ Because he wouldn't settle for anything less than perfecti— ❝ But then again, it is a little off over here, ❞ you point out, just to deflate his pride. There's still smugness to his tone. ❝ Would you like me to start over, then? ❞ ❝ Not on your life, Riley. ❞

He doesn’t mention how phenomenal he is at suturing, doesn’t mention that he sat in on a class for combat specialists early on in his career even though he didn't need to be there and was commended for his technique by the leading instructor. He definitely doesn't bring up the fact that he's been taking long on purpose just because he likes your company.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #cod drabble #cod headcanons #cod mw 2 #cod mw x reader

[lnfours]

Helloooo prompt (maybe reverse) "i pictured you with other girls in love... then threw up on the street." With Lando x reader (she is a legal expert for McLaren) having a fight because he underestimate her job. So during a social event, after seeing her smiling and talking with Charles about her work activities, he gets jealous and afraid of losing her.

god anon, thanks for killing me! tom’s-gf has been found dead!!

this also got so long omg i’m sorry

10k celebration

lando felt sick. physically ill, almost like he was going to throw up.

“you okay, mate?” oscar asked his teammate and friend, worry etching his face. lando was unaware of his paleness, his eyes visibly sad as he looked over towards where you were standing with charles.

he had his arm wrapped around your waist, head leaning down towards your face so he could hear what you were talking to him about. you had a bright smile on your face and he could tell you said something funny with the way his friend’s eyes squeezed shut, both of your giggles almost loud enough to be heard over the noise.

“lando?”

his attention flipped back to the aussie next to him, shaking his head and furrowing his eyebrows as he desperately tried to fight off the nauseating thoughts of you and his friend that snuck into his head. anxiety was a fucking bitch.

“yeah, i’m good. why?”

“you look pale,” oscar stated, “and you keep looking at y/n and charles with this weird look in your eyes, almost like you’re sad.”

lando shook his head, swallowing the sip of his drink, “nah, i’m good, mate,”

oscar quirked an eyebrow, “did something happen between the two of you?”

lando immediately was transported back to the hotel mentally, where a little over an hour ago the two of you had it out. he was frustrated, and he took it out on you, which he shouldn’t have done. and one thing led to another…

“seriously, lando, i don’t fucking tell you how to drive the car! why’re you trying to tell me how to do my job?!”

“i’m just saying that maybe you should try getting behind the wheel of a literal rocket before you complain about your job to me.”

he didn’t mean to sound like he was underestimating you or your job, he knew you worked hard for the company. he knew how many late nights you had pulled at the office to get extra work done and to stay ahead of things. he wasn’t entirely sure why he said what he said, but now he was really wishing time travel was real so he could go back and undo it.

lando’s silence was an answer, “mate, just go talk to her. i’m sure she’s over it by now, whatever it is. you know her, she doesn’t stay angry for long.”

oscar was right. you got over things quickly, only really needing twenty minutes before you moved onto the next thing. but right now, the anxiety was eating at him as he watched charles lean in closer to you for a photo. he just had this overwhelming feeling that you hated him and that this was it. it was the end of the road for the two of you.

oscar grabbed the glass from his teammate before shoving him forward, “my god, go!”

lando compiled, shoving his hands in his pockets as he concentrated on not letting his legs give out as he walked towards you two. your eyes landed on the worried looking brit, your eyebrows furrowing. your confused look caused charles to turn around.

“hey, mate,” charles said, “you’ve gotta hear about this story y/n just told me-“

“actually,” lando cleared his throat, “i was wondering if i could borrow her. i’ve got to talk to her,”

he sucked in a nervous breath as you responded, “yeah,” you grabbed your purse off of the bar behind you, looking over at the man next to you, “i’ll be right back.”

you led lando through the groups of people, the fresh air filling lando’s lungs as he desperately tried to feel better. you stood in front of him, searching his eyes.

“you look pale,” you frowned, placing the back of your hand on his forehead, “you feeling okay?”

his heart was going a mile a minute, his hand grabbing yours. your eyes met his in silent question, “i’m sorry.”

your expression softened, “lando-“

“no,” he said softly, “i’m sorry. i know how hard you work, and i had no right to yell at you or tell you that your job isn’t hard. i could never do the things that you do. you’re absolutely incredible and i’m sorry,”

you let him ramble on, waiting for the right time to speak, “you never complain and it was dick move for me to yell, just please…”

he felt like he couldn’t breathe. you frowned, knowing what was going through his mind all too well. a small tear dropped from his eyelashes and your heart shattered in your chest, “lando,”

he licked his lips, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to keep it from quivering. his shoulders shook and you reached out to him as he let out a quiet sob. you wiped the tears away from his cheeks before wrapping your arms around his neck. he breathed in the smell of your shampoo, immediately clinging to you as he buried his head into your hair.

you rubbed his back, “it’s okay. i promise, it’s okay,”

he sniffled softly, “you’re just the best thing to ever happen to me, and i don’t want to lose you over a stupid argument. i’m sorry. so so sorry,”

you pulled away, meeting his glossy eyes and giving him a soft smile as you wiped away the fallen tears, “it’s gonna take a lot more than a silly argument to push me away.”

he let out a soft chuckle and you smiled, “there’s that smile.”

he rolled his eyes playfully, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, mumbling a soft, “shut up,”

you reached up and planted a kiss on his lips. his mumbling against yours when he pulled away to breathe, “i love you.”

“i love you more, handsome.”

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader fluff #lando norris x reader imagine #lando norris blurb #lando norris x you #lando norris fic #lando norris imagine #fluff #blurb #formula 1 #formula one #f1 #ln4 #ln4 x reader #ln4 imagine #🍾; jordan’s 10k celebration

[planet-dusk]

pay me // s.cb

you're having the worst month of your life: you got dumped by your ex, lost your job and now your car has broken down. luckily, the mechanic knows a way for you to repay him.

⛓️ PAIRING :: seo changbin x f!reader

⛓️ GENRE :: smut, dubcon, car mechanic!au

⛓️ WORD COUNT :: 1.3k

⛓️ WARNINGS :: dubcon !!! (sex as payment), mc is a virgin, corruption, degradation, mention of anal, pussy spanking, unprotected sex, oral (m), possessive behavior

⛓️ NOTE :: 18+ minors dni. this work contains dubcon. proceed with caution if the above warnings may be triggering to you. i do not condone any of these actions. the characters don't represent real people. this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. don't edit, copy, repost or otherwise steal my content.

📍 skz masterlist

Your hands are shaking under the mechanic's stern gaze. Sweat coats your brow when your card declines for the third time. 

“Are you sure the card works?” The man frowns. You’re standing in his small office at the back of the shop. It was the only one in town open on a Sunday and he towed your broken car all the way there. 

You bounce on the balls of your feet. His dark eyes make you nervous. You know there’s not enough money in your account; the repair was more expensive than you expected. 

“I can call someone. Let me grab my phone from my purse. It’s in the car.” 

The truth is you have no idea who to ask for help. Your cheater of a boyfriend broke up with you last month. You don’t talk to your parents. And the handful of friends you’ve got all have their own troubles. 

“So you can drive off without paying? Don’t think so.” The mechanic (Changbin, Seo according to the tag on his shirt) crosses his arms in front of his broad chest and watches you closely. “What kind of work do you do?”

“I-I,” you stutter, taken aback by the question. His probing eyes burn right through you so you don’t dare to tell him anything but the truth. If you’re lucky he might even take pity on you. “I got fired last month.”

“Sorry to hear that.” His smirk doesn’t match his words. “So I’m guessing you don’t have the money?”

“I promise I can pay you back later—” 

He shakes his head and wipes his hands clean on a towel. “Heard that one too many times before. You’re not leaving without payment.”

Tears burn behind your eyes as everything around you comes crashing down. The breakup, losing your job, the car… It's too much. You blink the tears away and take a shaky breath. You’re not going to cry in the mechanic’s office. 

The man steps closer and tilts your chin up with his hand. He smells like a mixture of motor oil and sandalwood. Something twists deep in your gut. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He smiles. “I have a solution."

When the mechanic had told you how to repay your debt you’d expected he would want you to give him a quick handjob or suck him off. Even though you felt shame at such a transaction you had agreed. You didn’t see another way out. You’d just have to get him to cum quickly so you could leave and never think about this day again.

But it would be a lie to say your eyes weren’t drawn to his strong arms and muscular chest. 

What you didn’t expect was for Changbin to put you over his lap with your skirt flipped up, the cold air hitting your exposed cunt. 

He has been playing with your pussy for what feels like hours. His rough fingers circle your hole and trace your lips, ignoring your throbbing clit. It drives you crazy.

He laughs at your helpless wriggling and spreads your folds to spit in your hole. You can feel it trickle down together with the last of your dignity. 

His wet thumb presses up higher, against your asshole and you gulp in surprise at the strange sensation. 

“Have you been fucked here before?”

"N-no," you hiccup. 

“Maybe I should be the first. Fuck your tight ass while your needy cunt stays empty until you’re begging me to cum.” 

You can feel his heavy cock prodding at your stomach and you wince. He'll never fit. Fear mixes with arousal and he laughs again. 

“Does that thought make you wet, sweetheart? Look at you. You’re fucking dripping.”

Changbin applies more pressure now, thumb almost breaching your rim. You realize he could do anything he wants to you. 

And you would let him. 

Shame washes over you and you hide your burning face in your hands. 

"What's wrong, princess?" he mocks. 

When you stay quiet Changbin slaps your pussy with the flat of his hand and you tremble at the sting. It’s the first attention your clit receives and the pain bleeds into a dull pleasure that settles in your core. 

"Answer me." 

You shake your legs anxiously. You and your ex never got the chance to take it any further than third base. He had already left you for another girl by then. One he could fuck any time he wanted. One that didn’t want to wait. 

“I’ve never… I’m…” you start. “I’ve never had sex before.” 

Changbin groans. You’re a virgin? His cock twitches at the thought of being the first man to fuck your pretty little cunt. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he echoes his earlier words. “I’ll ruin you for every man that comes after. Make sure you want nothing but my cock.” 

You whine at his words. You feel so deprived you could cry.

"P-please," you whisper. The neediness in your own voice disgusts you. 

"Please what? Please stop?" 

You shake your head meekly. "Please, sir, want your cock." 

Changbin laughs. "Such a spoiled little whore. Can't even pay me and now she wants my cock? What makes you think you deserve it?"  

He slaps your clit again, harder this time. You sob. 

“I-I’ll be good for you, sir.” 

“You better be. I spent a whole day fixing your car.” 

His strong arms hoist you up and he bends you over his desk, your hips hitting the hardwood tabletop. You hear him fumble with his zipper and then, without warning, you’re breached by his heavy cock. 

You cry out at the burning sting, the stretch bringing tears to your eyes. “H-hurts, ah, sir—” 

Changbin grunts and grasps your waist, setting a relentless pace. “You made a promise, sweetheart. Now pay me.” 

You whimper and sob as his thick girth stretches you open. It’s a foreign sensation, pain mingling with pleasure until the sting fades away and all you can feel is the tightening knot in your tummy. 

“You’re lucky no one else is here today to watch you getting fucked like a whore.” Changbin’s hands tighten their grasp. His hips snap into yours roughly, hard enough to bruise. “You fucking love this, don’t you?” 

You mewl in response. It’s impossible to think straight when he’s pounding into you like this. 

He laughs. “Who would’ve thought you’d be such a slut? Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Gets me so hard, princess. Gonna make you cream around this cock until you can’t take it anymore.” 

You’re crying and drooling all over his paperwork now. Your entire body burns in humiliation at getting fucked like this: bend over a desk in a repair shop, letting a stranger use your body for payment. 

But the worst part is that you’re enjoying every minute of it. 

“Make me cum, sir, please,” you’re begging him between sobs. You feel so high-strung you think you can snap at any moment. 

Changbin slaps your ass harshly and you cum with a cry, your cunt squeezing around him like a vice. He fucks you through it until you’re clawing at his desk. 

You gasp for air and try to squirm away from him. “Too much—sir, hhng, ahh—” 

He pulls out and grabs your limp body to turn you around and force you down on your knees. You look up at him with wide eyes, red-rimmed and makeup smudged from crying. 

“Look at what you do to me, sweetheart.” Changbin strokes your cheek and your shaky hands come up to guide his cock to your mouth. He’s fucked you so dumb you’d do anything to get more. 

He rests the tip on your lips before pushing past them and drool spills from the sides of your mouth as you choke around his cock. “I think I’ll keep you here for a while longer, princess. Until I say your debt is paid.”

#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids hard hours #skz hard hours #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #changbin smut #changbin x reader #stray kids yandere #kpop yandere #dom!idol #sub!reader #tw: dubcon #;skz longfic

[myslvtwritings]

Playing minecraft headcanons with the uppermoons (+Muzan & Enmu)

this will be a modern!AU (they’re still demons tho)

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(this is also my first post lmao)

Muzan

okay it takes a HELL ton of convincing to have Muzan himself play with you.

he views any sort of game as ‘dumb’ or ‘childish’

you try to remind him that it’s not in the slightest but it doesn’t do anything much (bro is stubborn)

he’s the demon king? why should he associate himself with the idiotic games mortals play?

eventually he goes give in (bc he loves you in his own weird demonic way..)

strictly on survival mode. doesn’t care what you do but he sees creative mode as a ‘easy way out’ and he wants to be a hard ass (no surprises here)

kills any mob in sight and any mob that comes near you (claims he does it because he’s the demon king and wants to overpower everything and everyone but in reality he just wants to look out for you)

loses his SHIT when he gets dies in the game (triggers his fear of death lol)

you made a joke about him being like the mobs in minecraft because they burn in the sunlight (like him)

he doesn’t play with you after that but he secretly enjoyed spending time with you! (shh, you’ll never hear it from him)

Kokushibo

doesn’t take too much convincing (thank god)

he lowkey enjoys trying out new things with you! you’ve always done everything for him so the least he can do is return the favor.

probably doesn’t really understand it at first so you gotta explain the game to him

gets frustrated easily in the game but it’s more of a silent rage. you take notice of it because his body language changes so it’s not exactly difficult to spot.

like muzan he’ll kill anything that goes near you. (he’s protective even in the game)

most likely will envy your game abilities. (it’s okay you’ll teach him!)

you find it cute that he’s so serious about it sometimes

The both of y’all share jobs in the game and end up creating a lovely little house!

spoiler alert he burns it down after he finds out you can burn things in the game. he did it for no reason whatsoever.

you don’t really mind all that much though. you’re just grateful you got to play with him!

Douma

douma loves and i mean LOVES playing with you!!

this man is bored. (like all the time) so doing something like this will definitely keep him occupied! but he may grow bored quickly because that’s just how he is.

he still adores playing with you though and wants to do it again!

he’ll praise you for how great you are at the game. literally head over heals for you<33

the type of mf to pick up a flower (specifically a rose) and drop it at your feet in the game.

pouts like a toddler when you don’t notice it:((

“Y/N?! didn’t you see the flower i dropped right in front of you!”

he’s clingy even in the game and will follow you around EVERYWHERE.

he is jealous of your building skills and begs you to build him a house💀

Douma’s fav biome is probably the ice plains spikes biome. anything that has to do with snow or ice!

he too also gets frustrated in the game sometimes and SUCKS at hiding it. he doesn’t have outbursts though (surprisingly)

most likely will rizz you up even in the fucking game😭

then after like a few hours of playing he gets bored and either wants to eat (women) or cuddle with you. (maybe both)

Akaza

Akaza is the most interesting to play with out of them all (because he’s just so goofy when playing)

the only thing that’s annoying is that he’ll chase danger quite literally for fun. he will fight anything. I MEAN ANYTHING.

i pity the mobs who (tried) to attack you..

game rage? it’s in his veins. (it’s semi-amusing to witness him get pissed off)

make sure he doesn’t punch a hole in your TV or your computer (whatever you play on) that shits expensive.

like during his battles bro uses only his fists to kill everything. weapons? nah. pro is anti-weapons. uses his fists for quite literally everything and will throw a fit when he dies.

he’ll praise you whenever you kill anything though! (he’s a sweetheart like that)

he’s like a guard dog even in the silly game. (over protective is an understatement)

he attempts to build you a house (it isn’t too horrible, surprisingly)

one time when the two of you were mining deep within the caves for diamonds Akaza found some and broke/mined it with his fist. (you got so pissed)

he apologized and found you some new ones though! thankfully, he didn’t use his fists to break the block this time.

overall, Akaza really does enjoy playing with you! he grows fond of it and now playing minecraft with him is one of y’all’s favorite things to do together<33

Hantengu Clones

(i’m writing the four of them all together because i’m lazy)

want to know what’s more than chaotic? playing some challenging game with 4 very emotional demons.

At first Sekido immediately rejects the idea of playing the game with you and his three other brothers (the hantengu clones are brothers in this AU)

After a shit ton of persistent begging from you and Karaku and Urogi he only submits in the end and plays (mostly because of you)

Karaku and Urogi literally are beefing the entire time (Sekido’s rage is at it’s boiling point because of those two jackasses)

Aizetsu cries like a baby whenever he accidentally kills anything (except for the mobs)

whenever he sees a mob his scaredy-cat ass sprints away in the opposite direction.

Urogi and Karaku bully him RELENTLESSLY for this. (Aizetsu is a victim)

Urogi is the type to secretly go into creative mode grab a shit tone of diamonds or netherite and is like; “Heyy, lookie what i found!!”

no one falls for his bullishit.

they all protect you in the game and show off in front of you. (it’s embarrassing)

Karaku is surprisingly good at the game but like Akaza he’ll chase danger for fun.

Aizetsu only feels safe around you so he’ll follow you around and cling to you in the game so his two brothers stop harassing him.

Sekido only plays for a few minutes before getting aggravated and just abandoning the game as a whole.

(he is the type to punch everyone playing the game. even you sometimes but Karaku and Urogi mostly fall victim to his attacks)

Sekido surprisingly leaves Aizetsu alone.

the five of you try to create a world where it’s just peaceful (Keep on dreaming, kid. that ain’t happening)

everything goes downhill, half of the world is ENTIRELY demolished and all of you died over 1000 times.

playing with all of them is too chaotic. you can’t really take it seriously. You only can when you’re playing with one of the clones one on one.

y’all didn’t play again after that madness. 😭

Gyutaro

now Gyutaro here is the only chill one to play with. (finally a normal one)

like Kokushibo, it doesn’t take that much convincing! in fact, he agrees to it almost immediately.

at first he is confused and doesn’t understand how to play minecraft but he is a quick learner and figures it out on his own.

Gyutaro doesn’t have a preference for survival or creative mode. He just does whatever you want.

Whenever y’all play in a survival world you two share tasks and duties and actually create a pretty decent looking world!

he still has your back though. Will kill any mobs that interfere with his little home he created with you.

he enjoys building houses and is surprisingly really amazing at it! he finds comfort in building.

however, whenever you, Daki and Gyutaro all play together it’s mostly him and Daki arguing and being all competitive. It’s mostly Daki’s fault because she’s the cause for half of the mayhem that happens in the world.

sometimes Gyutaro plays even without you. (he grew fond of the game quickly and likes the game)

the both of you play together everyday and go onto the same world every time because y’all created a beautiful old-fashioned city on there. (he cherishes it immensely and is insanely proud of the masterpiece of a world the two of you made as a team)

Daki

Daki is infuriatingly annoying but also entertaining to play with at the same time.

she is a giant rage quitter like Sekido and Akaza.

throws tantrums frequently over the smallest things that go wrong in the game.

she will be jealous of any item you get that’s better than hers.

this lil shit steals everything you earn that’s better than what she has. (you notice every time)

you confront her about it and she has the audacity to lie. (like girl yk damn well)

you end up taking your stuff back and she will BATTLE you for it. (you win these matches every time. that alone only adds to her angered state😭)

she will deliberately quit whenever something doesn’t go her way but later come back and declares she wants to try again.

it’s like a endless loop because this happens every. single. time.

(she’s such a brat istg)

will always steal your diamonds and put them in her chest and say she found them first.

while you’re asleep she will secretly go into the world and take all your shit and you’ll wake up back at square one.

(lowkey you want to stop playing with her)

y’all barely even work as a team but when y’all it’s always ha fight (mostly her fault btw)

once she notices your frustrations. She’ll level it down for you so no need to worry! (this earns your respect)

but whenever y’all are in creative mode shes so much more fun and enjoyable to play with!

you two usually build big ass mansions together and with y’all’s godly building skills you two make an incredible looking house and live in it together!

Enmu

Enmu absolutely looooves doing everything with you! he says yes immediately when you ask him to play with you.

after all he’s your personal simp. this fucker will gladly do whatever you say w/o any hesitation.

Enmu has actually heard of the game ‘minecraft’ before but never actually played it and barely knew what it was really about.

oh boy, but when he does he becomes OBSESSED.

I kinda feel like he dislikes survival mode and prefers to be in creative mode! but if you like survival mode he won’t mind trying it out with you.

he likes killing the animals for fun.. will randomly slaughter anything even if it has a family (bro is a sadist after all)

you tell him it’s not necessary to be doing that but he doesn’t care nor listen.

his love language is building you trains in the game. (you love them very much)

Enmu is usually very calm when he’s not on a mission so playing this game only soothes him further and he doesn’t act overly crazy and zesty like he usually does around Muzan

Builds trains every time y’all play and is somehow INSANELY skilled when building them (??)

Similar to douma, he’s the type to rizz you up in the game.

Sulks when you don’t notice him when he attempts to.

He constantly nags you to play with him some more and gets a lil upset when you become tired.

“Oh, Y/N!, how can you be tired? we’re having soooo much fun!!”

forces you to stay up just so he can introduce you his own train world he made for himself. (he named all the trains)

you’re out cold after playing with him every time. High key finds it adorable when you pass out after hours of playing with him. He’s so amused how humans can grow tired so easily.

#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #kny demons #upper moons #uppermoons x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #muzan x reader #kokushibo x reader #douma x reader #akaza x reader #gyutaro x reader #daki x reader #hantengu clones x reader #demon slayer headcanons #kny headcanons #muzan headcanons #kokushibo headcanons #douma headcanons #akaza headcanons #sekido x reader #aizetsu x reader #karaku x reader #urogi x reader #minecraft #crack post #headcanon #x reader #enmu x reader

[pyramid-of-starrs]

Don't Be a Sweat

Pairing: Gamer Yunho x Gamer Fem Reader

Genre: Smut & Fluff

Warnings: Sub Yunho, dom reader, fem reader and parts but no fem names, cum eating, exhibitionism, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe pls), cursing, if its anything I missed pls let me know.

Word count: 4.8K (one day I'll get past 4k lol)

A/N: First sub Fic, I think I did an okay job but let me know if you like it!

Minors dni

Smut under the cut

The door to your best friend’s room opens and you and her walk into it, you both plop down on her bed tired from a long day of socializing. You both decided to do attend a "group date" that the designated match maker of your friend group set up. 3 hours of karaoke with the lamest guys you think you've ever met it was so dreadful and boring, you would have much rather been home streaming yourself playing overwatch or the new PSN free games of the month.

"I know what you're thinking Y/N." Your best friend turned to you and said,

"And what am I think little Ms. Mind reader."

"You're thinking "God those guys sucked I bet they couldn't even beat me in a 1v1 on Minecraft." or something like that." you both laughed.

"Good effort but you can't 1v1 on Minecraft there is no fighting on it, Minecraft is-"

"Ah- spare me the nerdy details I hear enough gamer bullshit with my brother. Anyway, what the hell was she thinking setting us up with that pack of losers of the year." She laughs and shakes her head.

"Oh god did you hear the one ranting about all women wanting money." you joined her in her laughing.

"If you're gonna ask me my income you're gonna need to cook and clean blah blah blah go live in the fucking 50s then! Oh, and the one that hounded you when you told him that you're a streamer."

"I bet I could beat you at this! I bet you've never heard of this! Like gag me, literally."

You two started laughing louder at your impressions of the men, they truly were just that pathetic, but to you, every man was.

Being a streamer, you run into your fair share of overly misogynistic incels that hate you just because you like games and have a vagina but in reality they would crumble at your feet if they ever saw you. Hot women that play games make men angry for some reason and you wanted nothing more than to break them down . Beating them after they whine about how you're a terrible and only popular because you're pretty, always made you smile. It was kind of a sick enjoyment you got out of beating them but who care, sweats get no sympathy from you.

Speaking of sweats as you and your best friend were enjoying having a laugh you suddenly heard loud knocking on the door. Your best friend rolled her eyes.

"Ugh What!" she knew exactly who it was.

The bedroom door swung open and in walked your best friends twin brother Yunho. Yunho was also a gamer like you, very tall and handsome but you two have never seen eye to eye. Ever since the day you became friends with BF/N Yunho terrorize you. Calling you names,  embarrassing you in front of guys, making fun of your hair and outfits and just being an all-around bully. Eventually feelings became mutual, and you only put yourself around him to hang out with your friend but other then that you and Yunho couldn’t even have a conversation with out arguing.

“Can you guys shut the fuck up already? I’m trying to play squads with the guys, and they can barely hear me over you two.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever they will live.” Your best friend said while trying to wave her brother off.

You let out another giggle “You guys can barely shoot straight I’m sure we aren’t the reason you guys are losing, y’all just suck.”

You and BF/N started laughing together again as she slapped your shoulder.

“Ohhh Y/N maybe we should invite Yunhos friends over they are actually kinda hot and a few game like you, you’ll really like the really hot one uhm what’s his name- oh San!”

“Ooouuu, he sounds sexy, maybe we should invite them over.”

“As fucking if, my friends would never date a chick like Y/N.” Yunho rolled his eyes.

“And what the hell kinda chick am I Yunho.” You folded your arms and tilted your head ready to pop off at him.

“The kinda chick who can’t keep a guy even if he was locked in her basement because no one wants her ugly ass.”

“Now I’m ugly? Well, who dyed their hair Blonde just to get a girl that ended up fucking everyone BUT you.”

His ears and face turned red in embarrassment.

“Sis, you told her about that?”

“Yuyu, I had too, I wanted her to feel bad so you guys could talk, and you could finally tell her you like her.”

Boy if his face wasn’t red then it sure was red now, he even tried wiping the embarrassment off.

“What !? As if I would like some girl that spends all her time gaming and talking shit online like a fucking loser. I’d never date someone like her!”

“Good cause it’ll never fucking happen, maybe I should do what BF/N said and fuck your friend just to piss you off!” You stood up at this point, who the hell does he think he is calling you a loser.

“Fuck you Y/N!” He yelled before walking out and slamming the door, thank God Yunho and BF/N moved out and into their shared apartment so their parents didn’t hear the argument.

You plopped back down on the bed.

“God what the fuck is his problem? It’s like he hates my guts for no reason.”

“It’s just like I said Y/N, the boy likes you.” She yawned and stood up to change into her sleeping clothes.

“What? BF/N be serious here.”

She finished getting ready for bed and you got up to change into the shorts and shirt you brought with you to spend the night.

“I am being serious; he’s always liked you that’s why he’s mean to you.”

She got up and turned off the lights and got under the covers, you did too, you two faced each other.

“If you don’t believe me, ask him yourself tomorrow, good night, Y/N.”

“…night.”

You two eventually drifted off to sleep but your mind was still racing, did Yunho really like you? Isn’t that “boy is mean to the girl he likes” trope only in moves and poorly written fan fics? (Girl I’m trying my best)

Around 2am you were woken up by Yunho yelling, he was most likely playing the game with his friend, you could hear him faintly saying “Bro get him” and “Fuck” in the next room. You were going to go back to sleep but decided to see if what your friend said was true because it was slowly eating you up. You got up and walked to the room next door and knocked on his door. You could hear him telling his friends he would be back and then he opened the door. He had on random graphic tee and some grey sweatpants; fuck why does it have to be grey sweatpants. His room was nice, the lights were out but the LED strips around his bed still lit up the room.

“Oh, its you, what do you want?”

“Um, well can I talk to you for a second?”

“I mean I guess…” he walked back over to the gaming chair that was stationed in front of his TV and sat back down.

You decided to sit on his bed on the edge facing the TV and there was a brief awkward silence before he broke it.

“You came to my room just to sit here and stare?”

“No…um…”

“Spit it out dude God, what’s your problem why can’t you be normal?”

Even with you trying to talk to him he just pisses you off.

“I heard you got the new street fighter game, lets play it.”

“What ?”

“Yea let play, loser has to do whatever the winner says.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, no I’m going back to playing with my friends.” He picked up his controller and put his headset back on. You just couldn’t understand why Yunho was so mean to you, what you ever did or why he just woke up and chose to treat you this badly. If what your friend said was true then you needed to find out, tonight! While Yunho continued to play with his friends you took matters into your own hands and snatched his headset and controller.

“What are you-“

“Sorry, Yunho is busy he’ll get back on later.” You said directly into the mic then quit his game mid match.

“Y/N What the fuck is your deal?”

“Shut up.”

He sat quietly while you started up the street fighter game, you tossed him back his controller and grabbed the unoccupied one and turned it on.

“Now like I said, loser has to do what ever the winner says got it?”

“…fine”

“Good.”

You two selected your characters and the match started, 3 rounds, unlimited time. You and Yunho played while making random grunting sounds and shouting one worded taunt but even he couldn’t match up to your acute game skill. The match ended with you as the winner, and you raised your hands in victory.

“That was such BS.”

“Don’t be a sore loser YuYu.”

“Don’t call me that! I’m not a kid any more Y/N.”

“Whatever, since I won you have to do whatever I say now.”

“What do you want me to do.”

“Hmm…for now you have to sit next to me on the bed.” You said in a slightly shaky voice.

He arched his eyebrow but chose not to question it getting up from his gaming chair and sitting next to you on the edge of the bed. Your heart started to beat a bit faster, Yunho has never made you feel this way before but with the thought that he may like you in mind it made you feel a bit shy.

“Earth to Y/N, come on let’s go again.”

“Y-yeah okay let’s play.”

Why was this making you so shy, you aren’t that kind of person especially for Yunho, so why is the thought of him liking you driving you crazy. You had zoned out thinking and didn’t realize you were losing, by the time you snapped out of it you had lost the match.

“I thought you were supposed to be some awesome ass gamer, that was terrible.”

“Shut up! What do you want me to do ?”

“How about you play in just your bra from now on.”

You scoffed because you knew that he was doing this to embarrass you, you knew he just wanted to belittle you. Even if he did like you, he was still an ass, and you were determined to finally put him in his place.

“Fine you want to play it like that, say less.”

You took off your night shirt and Yunho looked back at the TV to get ready to play the next round. Round after round Yunho lost to you because you had to show him who’s the top gamer here. You kept his theme of stripping, and he was left playing in just his underwear, his face was red as a tomato, and he was flustered playing. The next round started, and he pulled the ultimate foul move of gaming, pausing to see the move list.

“Come on YuYu don’t be scared of losing.” You laughed at his embarrassment.

He growled lowly. “Shut up, why are we even doing this anyways?”

“I have my reasoning, so come on and lose like a champ.”

Your eyes focused back on the TV and before he could unpause the game to take his loss, a message from one of his gaming friends came up.

xX_CallMeDaddyMin_Xx: Yo, Yunho did you screw that streamer chick your sister is friends with finally lol.

You both read the message and before you both could react another friend sent another message; you realize it’s coming from the group party chat. You disconnected his mic but forgot to leave the party too.

__bl00dy__San__: Yeah, tell her how you always watch her streams, probs jack off to them to lmaooooo.

Before anymore messages could come through, he turned off the TV.

“Ge-Get out I’m going to bed.”

He was a blushing mess, everyone just kept outing his little secrets today, he got under the covers and covered his face, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him, he was so cute when he was shy, and you hated to admit it. You crawled up next to him, now was your chance to get some revenge.

“Come on YuYu, tell me if what they said was true.” You snaked your hand under the covers slowly, trickling down his leg.

“Leave me alone.”

“Do you watch my streams YuYu?”

“Go the hell away Y/N” he said in a muffled shy voice, you needed to tease him more now, this was your area of expertise. Once again you were used to toxic guys trying to come into your streams to harass you, but you had a love for turning those same yelling dickheads to whimpering messes, it gave you so much power, and to finally have that advantage over the same guy that has bullied you for years. You were going to enjoy this way more then you should, and so was he, you reached up and whispered into his ear.

“Why YuYu? Don’t wanna admit you like to watch me stream even though you hate me.”

Your hands reached his V line, you played with the band of his boxers.

“I-I don’t hate you…”

“Oh really? How do I make you feel then YuYu?”

Your hands dived into his boxers, and you found his semi hard length, you started to rub up and down the shaft slowly to really tease him. One thing you hated to admit about Yunho was that he was packing. You grew up seeing him in all kinds of clothing and sometimes would see the outline, but you’d rather choke then admit he had a big dick but now that you’re feeling it it’s undeniable.

His bit back a small moan at the feel of your fingers on him, his mind was racing, the girl he’s been madly in love with since they were snot nosed was in his bed feeling him up, how could he possibly function.

“….you’re okay I guess.” He continued to hide his face in the covers.

“No, no little baby, I need a better answer then that, or do you just want me to stop and leave.” You stopped moving your hands but didn’t take them out of his underwear.

“No…please don’t stop.”

“Oh, you don’t want me to stop YuYu? Am I making you feel good? Is that why you watch my streams? Because I make you feel good baby.”

He didn’t respond so it was time to push these answers out of him, or more so rub them out of him. You gripped the base of his length and started to slowly pump his dick, he let out a soft moan at the sudden friction and it made your clit jump, you needed more and so did he.

“You…you look nice when you’re gaming.”

“Aww thank you baby but I’m asking you how I make you feel, so tell me that.”

Moving your hands up and down his shaft you directed your attention to his tip, pumping it tightly as precum slowly oozed out of it, you spread it over his tip the more you pumped, you wish he wasn’t so shy so you could watch his pretty pink tip be teased right now.

“Do I turn you on Yuyu? When I watch and degrade those guys on my stream does it make your dick throb? Do you wish I was talking to you?”

He could barely focus, the slow stroking on his length made him dizzy because the sensation was so strong.

“How about you let me see you Yuyu, let me see you fall apart for the girl you claimed to hate all these years.”

You pull the cover back and pull his dick out of his boxers, his dick was red and ready to burst, the tan shaft had pretty veins bulging on it, he had some girth, but the length was something to look at.

“Wow Yuyu your dick is so pretty for an asshole.”

He covers his face and looks away from you, he didn’t know rather he wanted to disappear or cum, your teasing was so sexy, but he didn’t envision the first sexual encounter with you going like this, but he wasn’t mad at it either. You started to pump his dick even more and moved down to it. As you pumped his dick faster, he bit down on his lips hard.

“Don’t hide YuYu let me see what you look like when you cum, is that what you want baby? You want to cum for me like a desperate little slut?”

“…yes…please…”

“Please what baby?” You kept a steady pace as your grip tightened a bit.

“…please let me cum for you Y/N.”

You grinned a bit at his begging.

“Show me Yuyu, show me how you touch your self when you watch my streams.”

He was shy but he was desperate, he sat up and you removed your hand from his needy dick, and he replaced it with his own. He avoided your gaze, his whole face was red, and his eyes were low, he wanted to cum for you so bad it was driving him crazy. He started to pump his sensitive cock, throwing his head back onto the LED lit bedframe, breathy moans coming from his plush M shaped wet lips.

“Ah…Y/N…please watch me cum.” He tightly closed his eyes as he could feel his climax steadily approaching.

You had a lustful yet evil smile on your face.

“Of course, baby I’ll watch you stroke your slutty dick all night if you want me too, but I want to see more baby so don’t cum just yet, okay?”

He opened his eyes, his vision was hazy, his climax was right on the horizon and having him hold it only made it worse.

“Please…please let me cum for you Y/N” his grip on his shaft was firm as he continued to fall apart under you gazes.

“Mm well since you ask so nicely and you’re so desperate, go ahead and cum for me Babyboy.”

His moans were soft but got louder as his strokes became faster until his came. He shot hot ropes of cum from his throbbing cock, he continued to pump as it shot out and landed on his legs. His chest puffed in and out as he held his dick in his hands, he tilted his head on the side of the headrest of the bed. You giggled at his fucked-out state.

“You’re actually so cute YuYu.” You gathered up all the cum that came out onto your fingers, his eyes opened to see what your next step was. You put your now cum covered fingers into your mouth and sucked all of it off as he watched.

“Come on Yuyu, I want to play some more.” You sat on your legs and reached behind you to unclasp your bra, when you removed it Yunhos eyes was glued to your 2 mountains. You took it a step further and removed your shorts and underwear. Yunhos breathing spiked again and his softened rod started to rise once again.

“Do you want to touch me Yuyu? Go ahead and touch me wherever you like.”

He eagerly nodded his head and reached out both hands and gripped both your breast, he started to massage them.

“Ah~ that feels so good, touch me more okay Yunho.”

He brushed his thumbs over your nipples, and you moaned even more, your aching cunt became hot as you threw your head back.

“Ca-can I kiss you?” he shyly asked.

“Of course, baby.”

He didn’t waste another minute and planted a hot kiss on your lips. You’ve had sex with plenty of guys before and kissed lots of them, but this wasn’t like any kiss you’ve ever had, this kiss had dept and meaning to it, however now that you realized it, this whole moment felt so sensual. His touch on your breast gave you goosebumps and his tongue entering your mouth made you want him even more, you never realized just how much your body yearned for Yunho until now. Your tongues were doing an elaborate dance before he disconnected your mouths.

“Y/N…I need to taste you please…” Before you could even respond he pushed you down and got between your legs.

“You’re such an eager little baby, you want to taste my pretty little pussy that bad?”

He once again nodded eagerly, the look in his eyes looked like he wanted to literally eat you. You decided to give him what he is craving, and you spread your legs nice and wide so he could get a nice view, he leaned down and put his face inches away from your soaking cunt, he was so close you could feel the small breaths he was taking.

“It’s so pretty Y/N” Your face got hot at the compliment, one of the rare times he has complimented you and its about your pussy, you felt like melting. He licked one long stripe from your hole to your clit, then flicked his tongue on your nub, your legs flinched to close, and he swiftly brought his hands up to hold your legs open. He was eating your pussy like he was on death row, and this was the last meal he requested. Your back arched and staggered moans started to come from your mouth. He inserted one then two fingers into your hole, your pussy clenched and unclenched repeatedly around them as he sucked your clit like it was a lollipop. Your hands gripped his newly bleach blonde hair.

“You’re doing so good Yuyu, I’m going to cum on your pretty face if you keep going baby.”

“Please Y/N, please cum on my face, I need more of you.”

He hadn’t even entered you yet and he was already pussy drunk, he kept licking your core like his life depended on it. Your hips started to buck and you grinded down on his face, the feeling of his lips wrapped around your clit and his long slender fingers deep inside you, you had reached your limit. You came on his face, your clit throbbed, your hole started to squeeze his finger tightly, you had a firm grip on his hair, and he kept lapping up your juices. Over stimulation started to kick in and it seemed like Yunho had no plans on stopping anytime soon. You tried to push his face away, but he was stronger than you and kept going.

“Yunho! I’m gonna go crazy and wake your sister up, stop!”

He finally released your swollen nub from his lips and took his fingers out of you, he looked up at you with his face covered in your wetness, his eyes looked to pure and sincere yet the entire scene of him still having your legs spread wide was everything but pure.

“I’m sorry…I just need you so bad Y/N…”

“Then hurry up and fuck me Yuyu.”

His eyes gleamed like a kid that just got told he can open his gifts on Christmas eve and not Christmas.

“R-really? Oh my god okay let me grab a condom.” He excitedly got up and walked over to his dresser. He grabbed on condom from the top drawer, and you could swear you saw his invisible golden retriever tail wagging, he was so cute you giggled to yourself. He walked back over as he was tearing open the condom, he fully removed his boxers before getting back between your legs. He rolled the condom all the way down his length and lined himself up with your entrance.

“Are you sure about this Y/N? We don’t have too if you don’t want to.”

You reached up to cup the side of his face and smiled warmly at him.

“I want this Yuyu, please take me, I need you just as much as you need me right now.”

He leaned down to kiss you deeply and inserted the tip into you. You winced as your pussy began to stretch around his dick. He kept the slower pace as you moaned into his mouth, his length just kept coming, it felt like it was never ending. Once he bottomed out in you, he stopped the kiss.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay baby, I promise.”

He stroked into you once. Twice. Three times. Then stopped deep in you and closed his eyes tightly as he held his position inside of you.

“What’s wrong? I told you I’m okay, you can keep going.”

“I-I know but- I’m not” a rosy blush covered his high cheeks bones yet again and that’s when you put two and two together.

“Yuyu did you…did you cum?”

“…yeah”

He pulled out of you and the condom was filled with his cum, he took the condom off in embarrassment and tossed it into his bedside trash You wanted so badly to tease him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, instead you reached your arms out to invite him in for a hug and he gladly accepted it. He dropped down on your body, and you hugged him tightly, even though he just came his dick was still hard as rock.

“Are you still horny Yuyu?”

“Yea but that was my last condom.”

“So, you are a little slut huh?”

“Not now Y/N” he was still sad that he couldn’t fully experience his first-time having sex with you the way that he wanted too.

“…Are you clean?”

“Of course, what kinda question is that?”

“…well, I am too.”

“What are you saying right now Y/N?” He leaned up to make sure he was understanding exactly what you were saying, and he wasn’t just hearing what he wanted to hear.

“I’m saying…if you want to keep going without a condom…we can…I trust you.”

That was all Yunho had to hear, he leaned back down onto you, and you hugged him again, he reached down and lined himself back up into your entrance and slid his dick back into you. His ear was right by your mouth as you let out a throaty moan, he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly, pumping into your pussy slowly and deeply. You gripped both his shoulders and drip your nails into them.

“You feel so good inside me Yuyu it’s so deep.”

He started to pump into you deeply, his tip hitting your spot like it was a drum as he drilled into you. He groaned as the over stimulation and his soon approaching climax was rushing forward.

“I’m about to cum Y/N please cum with me.”

You dragged your nails up and down his back leaving red streaks up and down his back as he stroked deeply into you. You started to see stars; you tried your best to moan quietly but you couldn’t the feeling was too amazing. In perfect sync you two came together, you could feel the hot liquid deep inside you, thank God you were on birth control or you’d for sure be good as pregnant.

He still held you tightly and gave no signs of letting go, his dick softened inside of you.

“Yunho pull out so I can wipe up.”

“I want to stay in you forever Y/N, I love you so much.”

You couldn’t help but smile when he said that.

“I’m so sorry I’ve been so awful to you, it’s not an excuse but you drive me so crazy, and hearing about that stupid group date my sister dragged you too pissed me off so bad. I want to be the only one taking you out, I want to be the only one seeing you like this…” He kept going, just spilling out all these feelings he had held in for years, you felt like your heart was going to explode. As he was still talking, you pulled him into a kiss.

“I like you too loser.” You kissed him again and he slid out of you, you could feel everything seeping out of you, he reached over to his bed side table and grab a few of the tissues that were in the tissue box. He carefully wiped out your overstuffed pussy and threw the tissues away. He pulled the cover over you both and brought you in too cuddle.

“Yunho, I have to sneak back into your sisters’ room before she wakes up.”

The door swung open, and your best friend stood in the door frame with dark circles under her eyes.

“Too fucking late for that, I’m glad you two worked out your feelings for each other but next time do it quietly and when I’m not fucking home.” She slammed the door as she left, and you and Yunho just laid their giggling with each other.

#Yunho smut #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #atz smut #yunho x reader #writenbypyramidofstars

[gunnerfc]

Manchester Date | Alex Greenwood x Man City!Reader

summary: an off day in Manchester means having time to actually go on a date with your girlfriend!

warnings: none!

WC: 1.3K

AN: to the anon that requested this, I'm sorry it took ages! Writer's block sucks but I hope you enjoy!

You groaned as you were woken up by your girlfriend’s alarm, waking you up earlier than you needed to on your day off. You could feel Alex shuffling beside you to turn the rude alarm off, hoping that she would ignore it and stay in bed with you. 

However, you opened one eye to see her stretching before getting out of bed. You groaned one more into your pillow knowing she was going to make you get up as well. 

“It’s too early, babe. Come back to bed,” you whined, hoping it would convince the blonde to listen. 

Alex laughed as she leaned over to give you a quick kiss to your forehead before whispering “the grind doesn’t stop, baby.” A phrase you were known to say whenever Alex complained about long gym sessions. 

You buried your face further into your pillow before a muffled “fuck off” was heard. Alex laughed once more as she left you to get ready for a session at your local gym. You let out one final groan as you sat up in bed, not looking forward to having to work out on your day off.

The entire you spent getting ready, you made your displeasure known and each time all you got in response was a teasing comment from your girlfriend. After you were done getting ready and had a quick breakfast, you were both out the door and headed to the gym. 

You only stayed about an hour at the gym and you refused to tell Alex that working out did make you feel a bit better. If you had, you would have heard “I told you so” all morning, and while you didn’t mind being teased by Alex, you were still a little upset you couldn’t sleep in on your day off.

After you both had a shower and a bite to eat, you found yourselves lounging on the couch with a random game on. You enjoyed these quiet moments with Alex since your jobs demanded so much of your time, it always felt like you didn’t have enough time for each other. But, you’ve made it work so far.

“We should do something fun later, y’know. Spend our day off having a date night or something,” Alex said as you watched the home side score. 

“Well, I thought sleeping in would have been fun,” you huffed jokingly, but Alex knew there was a little bit of truth to your words.

Alex rolled her eyes at your words, knowing you were just being dramatic for the most part.

“I’m so sorry you had to wake up earlier than you liked, baby.” the blonde gave you a fake look of sympathy before returning to her original statement. “We could go try that new restaurant that just opened that we’ve been meaning to go to,” Alex offered.

You nodded your head at her suggestion before adding to it, “and maybe we could go play mini golf at the place we went to with the girls.”

“Do you think you could handle losing, y/n/n? You’ve already gotten up on the wrong side of the bed,” the defender joked as she stood up to start getting ready.

You let out a dramatic gasp as you followed her upstairs, all but shouting “WHO’S FAULT WAS THAT?”

You both took your time getting ready, not wanting to rush. You were ready before Alex was and were waiting on the edge of the bed when the blonde finally exited the connecting bathroom. You gave her a quick look up and down before an overly dramatic whistle. 

“You look so pretty, my love,” you cooed as you stood from the bed and met her halfway.

Alex pulled you into a quick kiss before giving you a light push to your chest. “I’m not gonna let you win, babe,” she promised before leaving you in the bedroom.

“I don’t need you to let me win, for your information. I’m great at mini golf!” You exclaimed in disbelief, even though you both knew you were lying. The last time you played mini golf with a few of your teammates, you came in last place. 

Alex didn’t comment verbally, instead giving you a look that meant she obviously didn’t believe you. You tried your hardest to convince her and yourself the entire walk to your car but you knew it was doing nothing for you. 

The drive to the mini golf place went by faster than you would have liked, giving you no time to try and hype yourself up to do well. You beat Alex before she could pay for your time on the course, still hoping you would magically be a pro at mini golf. 

Your hopes came crashing down as Alex made a hole-in-one on the first hole while you took five shots before the brightly colored ball finally went in. Alex tried to hide her smirk when you finally joined her at the other end but failed when she saw the look on your face. 

“Shut up.” You mumbled when you passed her, knowing your losing streak was going to continue. Alex laughed at the tone of your voice but didn’t say anything as she got ready for the second hole.

You were right, your losing streak did continue with Alex beating you by a landslide. You huffed as you made your way back to the car, the smirk the blonde tried to originally hide now proudly gracing her features. Once back in the car, you reluctantly pulled up the directions to the restaurant without saying a word.

“It’s okay, baby, you’ll get better soon,” the defender joked and was met with a pointed look in response. 

You didn’t say anything as you pulled out of the parking lot, ready to leave the mini golf experience as fast as possible. Alex’s hand joined yours that was resting on the center console as she laced her fingers with yours. While keeping your eyes on the road, you brought your joined hands up to place a small kiss on the back of her hand. 

The new restaurant was only a few minutes away, yet the parking lot was packed. It took longer to find a parking space that ended up being one of the furthest from the door. 

The wait for a table didn’t take as long as you thought considering the number of cars outside, which you were grateful for. Sitting down, you took in the newly opened place, the vibes of the restaurant were very pastel and fun and just overall happy. You and Alex quickly scanned the menu before deciding on what you both wanted and enjoyed just being on a date while waiting for your food.

When the food did arrive, you quickly thanked the waiter before taking a bite. You both offered the other a bite of your own food so you could try a bit, making a note to order something new each time so you could experience the full menu. 

As you ate, your mood gradually got better from your embarrassing loss at mini golf and you were just happy to be able to spend time with Alex away from the pitch. Since you paid for golf, Alex made sure to beat you to pay the bill. You playfully rolled your eyes as she quickly picked up the piece of paper before you could.

After paying, you took your time walking back to the car. You swung your intertwined hands back and forth as you went, the happiness fully taking over. 

“I had fun today, we definitely have come back,” the defender spoke as you got the car. You were quick to open the door for her, getting a quick kiss as a ‘thank you.’

Once you were back in the driver's seat, you responded to her statement, “for sure, maybe without the mini golf though,” you joked. 

Alex laughed as you started the car and began the journey home. You may have gotten rudely awakened before you wanted and you may have lost at mini golf by an embarrassingly large margin but you were still over the moon to have the day off to spend time with Alex.

#woso x reader #woso #man city women x reader #alex greenwood x reader #engwnt x reader #alex greenwood

[miioouu]

I think about Camgirl x soap….maybe part 2??

Haha, finally done with university so now i have all the time in the world to think and drool over hot fictional men with you all!!! Here’s part one of this. TW: smut, phone sex, female reader WC: 950 

Weeks pass since you and your favourite fan started talking. Although you've learned a bit about him, never his name “Call me Soap, kitten. Sounds hot when you do” And now you don't have to wonder what he sounds like. If you think his comments in the chat are lewd, you're not ready for the voice messages he leaves you past midnight. 

Breathy whispers, low groans and whines; he told you he has to keep quiet, he shares a room with his colleagues, and yet, he can't help it, it's become a routine for the both of you now. You wait for your screen to light up, a giddy smile on your face when you press the play button “Thought ‘bout you all day long bonnie. Sucked at practice today, my aim’s shitty because of you now, might lose my job because of you, sweet kitty” He always starts the blaming, making you roll your eyes as you bite your lip, waiting in anticipation for what's coming next. The sound of his sheets being shifted under his weight, he hisses when the bed creaks a little too loudly, it makes you giggle the way he blames you some more. “But you'd like that, eh? If I lost my job? You'd love it, all my attention would be on you, not like it's not now…you're always on my mind, those pretty tits of yours. Gosh those perky nipples, wanna suck on ‘em'' His breathing becomes heavy, and so does yours. It doesn't take a genius to know that he's slipping his hand under his boxers, the sound of the elastic softly smacking against his skin is an obvious indicator, and you can't help but join him. “Want my hands all over you, pretty girl. I know you want it too, yeah? So soft I bet. So plush, just want to bite you, and leave my mark on ya.” 

And he blames you again “So far away from me. If you were here, it would be your hand wrapped around my cock, kitty. And if I’m lucky enough maybe it would be your mouth, yeah?” He takes in a sharp breath, and so do you. You exhale shakily as your fingers dip under your cotton panties, sucking your teeth at how wet you are, maybe you should send him a picture? He deserves it after all. The tip of your digits brushing against your twitching clit, and you huff, imagining, and being sure that his hands would feel a lot better; rough and calloused against your soft skin, it would feel like heaven. “Fuck, I can already picture it, bonnie. Those sweet lips of yours, you know I love it when you put on that red lipstick too. Can you imagine it, how it would leave a pretty ring around my dick? So pretty, all yours to taste too.” He hums, the sound of his slick can be faintly heard in the background of the voice message. You drooled at the thought, making you think about how he’d taste. Salty, a little sour maybe? Maybe even with a hint of sweetness, the guy is in shape and cares about his health. If not for the military, for you; the pride that swells in his chest whenever you mention how badly you want to bite his arm, how much you need to lick on his abs. The image alone flusters you. You groan as you push your panties down, they frustrate you as you keep drawing tight circles against your bundle of nerves, trying to match his pace. You know how he likes it too, he’s spoken about it before; “Slow kitty… I like the build up. Slow and nice, not too tightly. And then my mind starts to wander, to you and that silk blue set, and I go crazy. I can’t help it, ok? Wanna know how tight you’d be around me.” 

“Or maybe, if the Gods are on my side, I can feel that pretty cunny of yours, eh? What do you say? I think she’d love me. God, kitty, I wanna stretch you out. Wanna make you cry on it, wanna make you bounce on it, wanna make you cream on it. Gosh kitty, I bet you’d love it. I’d fuck you so good, I promise you I will, so good you’d forget about those silicon toys of yours, they can’t compare. I’ll make it so you can’t think about anyone but me, no one will ever make you feel the way I’ll make you feel sweetheart.”  

His voice is rough and breathless, like he’s slowly descending to madness, slowly ascending to heaven. The rest of his message is the echoing of his groans and shallow breaths, it’s like he’s biting his lip to not let out a too loud noise. He spits on his sensitive tip, letting if ooze down his length and the thought of it alone is making your arch your back. He’s so good at it, he should’ve been the one on the screen, he’d make millions from his voice and heavy accent alone. It’s the repeating whispers of your name that gave him away and pushed you over the edge. You moan out his ‘name’ again, you let it roll out your tongue like a prayer, Goodness, you needed him badly too. He deserves a reward no? The man that got you obsessed and delusional, he deserves a picture of your drenched fingers pulled apart and connected with your juices. He also deserves that last message you sent before completely shutting off your phone to mellow down your excitement and anxiety “Maybe you will feel ‘that pretty cunny’ soon, mmm? What do you think?”

#soap x reader #soap smut #johnny mactavish #johnny mctavish x reader #johnny mactavish smut #johnny soap mactavish #johnny soap mctavish x reader #smut #cod smut #female reader #cod x reader #call of duty

[pro-mammonologist]

A Little Show

A little unhinged exhibitionist Mc Drabble with mammon in which there’s a little twist to make it more fun and intimate. Wrote after a terrible day a work and during pre-menstrual horny

Very nsfw teehee cocky dom mammon is my bread and butter

GN!Mc x Mammon

You could feel the jiggle of your ass vibrate at the slapping of Mammon’s pelvic area against your skin as you braced against the couch. Mammon was standing on his knees on the edge of the couch, fucking into you nice and hard while his arms surrounded you and kept your hands pinned down. You tried to bury your head into the plush of the cushions but you knew Mammon wanted to provide a show.

A show for… well, whoever happened to be interested within your home. Lucifer sat in a recliner, sipping tea and watching closely as you came undone from Mammon’s touch. And Asmo was too eager to get closer but Mammon said if he could see who was watching he’d lose his spunk and probably get a little bit too possessive for this fantasy of yours.

You see, they have all shared lovers, but you’re a bit different. Mammon wants you to himself but still knows how hot it is when a shy, introverted, sweet, little thing happens to have a taste for exhibitionism. Mammon is a show off when he wants a fuck but when he’s in love with the one he’s fucking, he’s gotta have boundaries right? Or else his greed will make him a nightmare for you.

Mammon had no clue who was watching when he fucked you, you didn’t know either, just that you were being watched, you could feel the eyes and oftentimes you and Mammon had a good guess as to who was in the room when you subbed for him and wanted to make it public.

Yours and Mammon’s eyes were draped in black silk to obscure your vision, despite that, Mammon knew exactly where to touch and you did too. Not as though you could move when his hands had your own pinned so deep into the cushions there will probably be an indent for a long time. You were crying out louder than your pride wanted you to in front of others, but the thought made heat swell in your groin. Mammon was proud of himself for making you such a mess on his cock. Your hole was pulling him in repeatedly, begging for him to keep going for as long as he could and your pretty mouth made it even better. One of Mammon’s hands left yours and his fingers met your face and your ajar mouth.

“Suck ‘em.” He said and you started to lap at his fingers, taking them in to sate your oral fixation. You could hear Mammon’s panting in between a small laugh. “Your moans are so cute even when they’re muffled. You ain’t supposed to talk when your mouths full.” He stopped fucking for just a second to breathe and pull your body back against his. “Maybe if you do a good enough job I’ll let ya suck my cock, eh?” You could tell he was feeling extra cocky, especially how he played at teasing you. He was still inside you down to his balls and his cock was pulsating almost with how high his heart rate was.

You heard a small chuckle from somewhere in the room and you immediately knew who it was from the pitch. Mammon hopefully didn’t notice or was too drunk on you to give a shit. Regardless, you desperately wanted to know what he was thinking.

Well, what Lucifer was thinking was how Mammon’s whole demeanor changes when he’s inside you and how you become some unraveled by it. Does Mammon’s dominance truly arouse you so? Had Lucifer had known you enjoyed such a teasing personality, he’d have been sure he was the one fucking you instead. Perhaps Mammon would spontaneously develop a cuck kink and he’d be lucky enough to be the bull. If anything Lucifer would want a much larger crowd than just his brothers should you be so aroused by company. Only a select few could still watch and all would have to keep tight lips despite wanting to show off how much he could make you lose yourself.

Asmo on the other hand was far too enamored by the intimacy of you and Mammon together and how your bodies meld so beautifully that it’s almost poetic. How many times did it take for you two to know each other so well? To have each others bodies down to a t? Asmo was fascinated by how your mouth parted in ecstasy each time Mammon first would bottom out inside you. Would you always love how Mammon stretches you? Would you ever get tired? Or perhaps would Mammon ever tire of you? No, that’d be impossible. What made Asmo truly so obsessed with your little fantasy was how you, an innocent little human, was so turned on by something so naughty. What made it even better was how Mammon became more and more confident with his words and actions. This time, Mammon so confidently threw your body around to suit your needs and said everything he needed to make you melt. God, Asmo was jealous.

Mammon’s fingers finally parted your lips and your spit dribbled down your chin. He gently guided the two of you to turn around so that you’d be almost facing them and then Mammon sat back, guiding you to sit on his cock while your back pressed into his chest. His hands on your thighs, he squeezed them and lifted you slightly.

“As much as I want you to suck me off, I’d much rather make you cum on my cock first. You’d like that right? Tell me what you want, Mc.”

“I wanna cum first too.” You answered tentatively, heat rising in your face and you could practically feel Lucifer’s snicker and Asmo’s silent awe project toward you.

“So shy even now. Come on Mc, don’t worry I can do the work for ya. Gonna let me back inside you? Huh? Tell me exactly whatcha want.” What happened to your tsundere Mammon you’re supposed to be the confident and teasing one, not him! It’s like the arousal has poisoned his head!

You were at a loss for words but you had to say something or else you might be too humiliated to continue this let alone eat at the same table as your observers. “I just want you to fuck me, don’t leave me hanging like this.”

Mammon bit into your neck and made you gasp. “Heh, you’re too cockdrunk for details right now. That’s okay, your embarrassment just makes you cuter.” Mammon let you sink down onto him and you inhaled sharply. “Atta human, so motherfuckin’ tight.” You were humiliated but it all faded the second he was inside you again. “Gonna be a good human and take it all for me? You wanna take it all?” Mammon slapped your thigh. “Why dontcha beg for it?”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #mammon x mc #mammon #mammon smut #obey me mammon x reader #obey me nightbringer

[simmyfrobby]

Being a bitch about the leafs getting a dewey is immature. Sadposting and making little edits about how awful Toronto is? Fuck off. Just because your team cant make the playoffs dont blame the teams that can. We will love him on the leafs. Get over yourself.

okay so i normally delete these kinda asks without bothering w a reply because i honestly think they’re kind of tiresome & because i know you’re just being a fan and if i can forgive wild fans for being unreasonable about their team i then i can forgive leafs fans for it too. 

with that said: braindead take.

just. stupid. so stupid, in fact, that i will write a reply because i think it genuinely might make me feel a little better. 

okay so lets start right at the end. WHY should i get over the fact that a player i like is no longer on my team. why should it matter that you’ll love him. my team was sold of in little bits to teams i either don’t care about or actively root against. 

that?? sucks?? 

i care about my team. i want my team to win. i want my favourite players to stay on my team and when they don’t that’s upsetting. this is not a revolutionary concept.

also the way it all played out was kinda shitty. i knew we would likely lose duhaime, but after losing pat i thought we would maybe get to keep dewar. and when the deadline passed i thought we were ok. hell, even connor thought he was safe. and that he would get to stay with his friends. and then it turns out we lost him at the last second. and that’s fucking gutting. 

“we will love him in toronto” ok. even if that is true, my favourite toy was taken away and given to some other kid. i don’t care whether or not they’re happy to have him. i didn’t want to give him away. were you happy for the canes when bunting went there instead of coming back to the leafs??? no because that’s not how this works. i don’t want good things for the leafs i want good things for my team. i don’t want other teams to win i want my team to win

and that’s allowed.

encouraged even.

“sadposting and making little edits” ok this is fair and accurate and i might make it my blog title if you don’t mind. it is funny to me that you interpret that poem as being about how much the leafs suck and not about?? how being traded suddenly?? and your best friend being traded away?? sucks??? poems are funny things and don’t say anything definitively, so you are allowed to interpret it however you like, but i haven’t gotten any angry avs fans in my inbox yelling about my "duhaime sadposts"?

but ok! directors note & something worth keeping in the back of your mind when interacting w this edit and also all other dewar edits: 

This is not!!! About you!!! 

i am not trying to hurt your feelings!! i do not care about your team!! for the love of god please just unfollow my blog.

also. and this is pedantic but i want to say it because its been bothering me. you don’t get “A Dewey”, you get Connor Dewar. the deweys were a matched set and without duhaime on the same team what does that even matter. you don’t get “dewey 2” you get Connor Dewar. congrats! that's great! he’s wonderful. please treat him nice etc etc.

being a bitch about the leafs is immature and i will do a better job of tagging my anti-leafs posts from now on. ill even tag all of my dewey poems as anti leafs if they're this upsetting to you.

one final thing: the wild not making the playoffs is very much the fault of other teams and i absolutely could blame other teams for it. theyre better and they beat us and now we might not make the playoffs. again: that's how this works. i get your point though, its not the leafs´ fault the wild have been miserable this season but i reserve the right to dislike them either way :)

congrats on the cute little guy. i will miss him very much. and again: PLEASE unfollow.

#i was right. that did make me feel better actually. #and im sorry but. bert went to the leafs and i had to listen to leafs fans complain about how much he sucked for several months #didnt love that. pardon me for not being overly optimistic about how dewar will be received #hope to be wrong ofc #i will miss him SO FUCKING MUCH u guys #fuck.

[azuremist]

Cohost sucks, too (but not for the reasons that one user said)

So, you may recall a person on tumblr saying that Cohost sucks, which accused a transfem on the cohost team of predatory behavior. That was transmisogynistic bullshit, and was blatantly untrue.

But cohost does suck. Just for reasons unrelated to that.

Listing everything loosely in an order of “weird and sort of annoying” to “holy fuck”:

Tag capitalization is determined by how the first person who used the tag capitalized it

You have to personally email support and wait for them to get back to you if you want to delete your account

They call themselves a “not for profit” or “non profit”, despite being registered as a for profit LLC

There is only one moderator for this site of 30k+ users, which means reports aren’t responded to for weeks at a time

Staff and the userbase have a very odd parasocial relationship. The staff chronically overshares, call users their ‘friends’, and have gotten mad at users for reporting too many things on weekends, after hours, or holidays (with the subtext being that you should not expect them to do anything after hours). They even publicly post about how they are worried about paying rent because of the site’s financial situation, which is frankly disgusting. Especially when you see people in the comments barely able to scrape up the $5 USD to give them for the subscription service.

A member of staff publicly bragged about how Cloudflare forgot to bill them for hosting, which is not only wildly unprofessional, but could likely get them sued. (And Cloudflare could, at any time, ask them for the money they owe, for the record.)

Staff say that they want to be transparent with financials, but are incredibly inconsistent about financial updates

The platform is losing $10k-40k USD each month

Meanwhile, staff currently pays themselves $94k USD a year, per person. Sure, that’s not as much as the average person with their job title… but Cohost is losing tens of thousands of dollars each and every month, so that doesn’t really apply.

On top of the previous two points, staff doesn’t accept volunteers, and they’ve consistently implemented features that make no difference to the financials of the company

TL;DR:

The cohost staff are tech people who wanted to do a startup, got a loan from a rich friend, and is doing nothing to make the site sustainable. Meanwhile, they’re paying themselves almost $100k USD a year while still guilt-tripping their dirt-poor, largely queer userbase.

It sucks, because I really believe Cohost could succeed. You know what, no — I know Cohost could succeed. Between the Elon Musk-ification of Twitter (who has deemed Tweeting “I hate trans people” fine, but automatically blocks people from Tweeting “I hate cis people” for hate speech), and the owner of tumblr going mask-off transphobic Zionist… Right now, maybe more than ever, there is a serious niche of ‘social media for queer fandom nerds’, just waiting to be filled! And on the surface, Cohost is perfect!

And I like everything about Cohost… except for how it’s being managed. I want to see it succeed, because it could be amazing, if the people behind it just made better decisions. But, ultimately, I do not trust the people running Cohost to help it realize its potential.

Alas, it seems this isn’t the tumblr alternative we are looking for.

#cohost #tumblr #tumblr alternative #long post #azure does a thing #this one’s been cooking for a lil while

[lemonlover1110]

𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐭

Satoru Gojo & Suguru Getou

[Chapter 7] Dinner Party

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader x Suguru Getou

Chapter Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Infidelity, Oral Sex, Slight Fingering

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“Suguru?” You’re fairly surprised when you notice that your husband is home at a decent time for the second time in the month. Maybe he isn’t so busy anymore. Maybe he’ll actually come around. 

“Hey, honey.” He smiles as he walks over to you. He kisses your forehead before he takes a seat next to you on the couch. He clears his throat, watching what you do. You weren’t doing any of your new fancy hobbies, you’re just on your phone. “You’re not doing any of your fancy hobbies?”

“I just got home from getting my nails done.” You share. You’re about to ask why he’s home so early, but you decide against it. You’ll choose to believe that he finally decided that it’s time to make time for his wife. “How was work?”

“Extremely tiring.” He shuts his eyes as he slouches on the couch, throwing his head back. His hand goes to your thigh, and he opens his palm so you’ll place your hand with his. You do so, intertwining your fingers with his. “I miss you so much, pumpkin.”

“I miss you too, honey.” You respond. For a moment you sit in silence, appreciating each other’s presence. Before he completely ruins it, revealing that he isn’t here to spend time with you.

“I invited Satoru and his girlfriend over for dinner tonight.” He says, causing your eyebrows to furrow. You let go of his hand and stand up from the couch. “Where are you going, honey?”

“You’re only here when you need something from me.” You point out, and the man takes a deep breath. He’s far too tired for this. What he needs is a long warm bath, a nice movie, and some quality food. Not a nagging wife. He doesn’t respond, wanting to avoid arguing, but you continue. “Would it kill you to make some time for us? Why do you want to make time for Gojo and his little girlfriend, but not for your wife?”

“I don’t have the energy to deal with this right now.” He puts his palms over his face which muffles his words. But you hear him loud and clear, and it almost sends you over the edge. But you decide to take a deep breath, giving yourself a moment to calm yourself down. 

“I think you should check your priorities, Suguru, because I’m not staying around forever with this kind of treatment.” You threaten, although you know that you’ll stick around. You have adjusted to this lifestyle of luxury, and you’re not going to lose it because your husband is prioritizing his job. He’s possibly having an affair too, but you choose not to think about it.

“Look, I have to fucking work and make sure everything is afloat so I don’t lose my fucking position. You know why? Because you’re so fucking expensive. You spend so much fucking money, and I have to fund it. You don’t fucking stop, and yet here you are, bitching about me when I’m doing this for you.” He begins and your nails begin to dig into the skin of your hands. You’re about to speak, completely mortified at what he’s saying, but he continues talking, “All you fucking do is complain and bitch about something. I can’t find a moment of fucking peace with you. I’m so fucking tired, don’t you understand? The world doesn’t fucking revolve around you.”

“Well you better start believing that the world revolves around me because I’ll find someone who does, and leave you all behind.” You say as you begin to walk away. Suguru loudly sighs, which causes you to stop, slightly turning to look at him, “Also, you can suck your own dick tonight. Even better! Ask Gojo and his stupid girlfriend.”

Thirty minutes before Satoru and his girlfriend are set to arrive, you’re in the kitchen making sure everything is perfect. Obviously you’re not setting things up on your own, but you have to make sure nothing is fucked up. Satoru already makes fun of you for your decaying marriage, you wouldn’t want him to make fun of you because you can’t host a proper dinner. 

You wear your new shiny red dress, diamonds that your husband got you for your birthday, and black red bottoms. You made sure to look your best. Not only to force Suguru to come to his senses, but to make a person or two upset. 

“Honey, will you fix my tie?” You hear as you put two wine glasses down. You roll your eyes at Suguru, who walks up to you. He sticks out his bottom lip before he says, “Oh, honey, I can’t stand when you’re being mad at me. I’m sorry.”

“Why would you care?” You ask as you fix his tie. “Why are you dressing up so fancy?”

“The same reason you’re dressed so beautifully.” He responds, making you click your tongue. You let go of him and focus back on setting everything up. His arms wrap around you, hugging you from behind before he kisses your cheek, “Baby, you look so beautiful. God, I love you so much. Please don’t be mad at me.”

You don’t say anything in response. And you don’t say anything while he kisses your cheek over and over again. “I’m so sorry, baby. Spend all my money, I don’t mind. The world revolves around you.”

You know he’s doing it because he wants you to act your best during dinner. You didn’t exchange a word while you were getting ready. He only wants you to act like the perfect wife in front of his friend so you don’t embarrass him. Yet you laugh and accept his apology, telling him, “Alright, alright. You’re forgiven. Let me finish up here.”

“Let me help you.” He responds, a grin on his face. He’s glad he’s forgiven and that he didn’t have to buy you a new car this time. At least a car gets you moving, he’ll never forgive himself for spending the cost of a new home on a purse; one that you don’t use. 

“Make sure they go home early.” You tell your husband, who chuckles in response. He then hums in agreement. He doesn’t want to spend too much time with them, and additionally he doesn’t want to upset you. Maybe you’re right, and he has to spend more time with you.

The doorbell rings an hour later. Satoru, of course, is thirty minutes late, which makes you annoyed. But you didn’t expect anything else from him. Suguru’s hand rests on your waist as you two welcome Utahime and Satoru into your home. You maintain a fake smile on your face as you greet them, same as your husband.

“Was there a lot of traffic?” Suguru asks when he closes the door. You take the bottle of wine from Utahime and begin to walk to the kitchen with it. Usually you’d hand it off to someone, but the less time you spend with them the better. After everything with Suguru, the last thing you want to do is socialize. Especially with Satoru and his girlfriend of all people. However, you want to show off your pretty dress and your jewelry. 

“Throw this bottle away.” You order as you put the bottle down on the kitchen counter. You know Satoru makes an absurd amount of money, but apparently he can’t pay for a decent wine. “Have four glasses ready in less than five minutes. We’ll be in the living room.”

You walk out of the kitchen and to the living room, where Satoru sits next to his girlfriend on your white couch, while your husband sits on the armchair. You don’t want to awkwardly sit alone on the loveseat, and certainly don’t wait to join Satoru and his girlfriend on the couch. So you go to your husband’s side and take a seat on his lap. Suguru happily welcomes you. 

“You know there’s other seats available, right?” Satoru jokes, and you roll your eyes. You’re really not in the mood to deal with him. Suguru’s arms wrap around you and he brings you closer to him. 

“Do I need–” You begin but you cut yourself off. You have to act like the perfect wife that you are. At least in front of your husband. “I just want to be close to my husband.”

“Aren’t you two the perfect couple.” He comments, putting up an obnoxious smile. You look away from him and at his girlfriend. She wears a white dress that’s certainly a style choice. Definitely something that you wouldn’t be caught wearing. “I really wish to end up like you two.”

“So, Utahime, how long have you been together? Satoru never told us about you.” Suguru changes the topic since he knows that you’ll just end up bickering with Satoru, and he doesn’t want to hear that. Utahime gets red in the face, truly embarrassed to hear that from Suguru. She clears her throat as she scooches away from her boyfriend, clearly upset as this information comes to light in her world. You watch her reaction, chewing on the inside of your cheek to fight back the smirk that threatens to come onto your lips.

“We’ve been together for nearly a year.” She confesses, and you turn your face to look at your husband, hiding the smile that comes onto your lips, and only letting your husband see it. Suguru pinches the bridge of his nose. He had something in his mind, but it slipped when he noticed your reaction. You manage to fight off your smile, and you purse your lips together.

“Oh you poor thing. Why would Satoru hide you for so long? You’re so pretty.” You begin, and you feel Satoru’s eyes burn into your skin. You ignore him, smiling at his girlfriend, your hands going on top of your husband’s that rest on your waist. “When Suguru and I started dating he began to show me off the first week. In less than a month I had met his parents.”

“Really? Satoru refuses to introduce me to his parents.” Utahime shares, glaring at her boyfriend. Satoru’s eyebrows are furrowed as he looks at you. You’re clearly satisfied with what you’ve done in so little time, but your face won’t show it.

You feel your husband’s lips kiss your jaw before his lips go up to your ear, “Drop it.”

The maid finally comes out with four glasses of red wine. You each grab one and you quietly sip on your glasses. Both you and Satoru stare at each other. He’s clearly displeased with you, while you’re satisfied.

“Dinner should be ready soon.” Suguru comments, hating the awkward silence that fills up the place. Of course it won’t be immediately solved when there’s food in front of you, but it’ll make things go faster.

“Is this the wine I brought?” Satoru questions, and you shake your head. You know better than to straight up insult his selection.

“We want to save that for another occasion.” You answer, and Satoru knows exactly what you mean. It’s in the trash. You don’t save stuff for later. You’re a simple woman in some senses, you like something, you immediately open it. But when you don’t, you save it for later. But Satoru won’t push the subject tonight, even though he would’ve asked to see the bottle any other time. He’s with his girlfriend tonight, and you clearly have the upper hand. 

“I picked it out, I was really hoping to taste it.” Utahime reveals. You really can’t say that you’re surprised. By the way that dress she picked out looks, you can tell that the woman has poor taste. Satoru is about to make a snide remark about how he’ll pick it out of the trash, but he once again remembers that he has to stay in his best behavior before you bring up how amazing the beginning of your relationship with Suguru was. How at the end of your first year together, Suguru had proposed but you rejected the proposal because it was simply too soon. He doesn’t want Utahime to get similar ideas.

“Hmm… I’m sure Satoru can buy you another bottle. I’ve seen how much he earns yearly, he can definitely afford something so cheap.” You comment as you stand up from Suguru’s lap. You begin to walk to the kitchen, saying, “I’ll go check up on dinner.”

Ten minutes later, you’re seated at the dining table. Suguru sits at the end of the table, to your right, while Satoru ends on the other end to your left. You’re forced to look at Utahime, who is tense. She barely touches her food, her gaze falling on her beloved.

“Did you buy a new table? This is definitely smaller than I remember.” Satoru asks, and you nod in response because Suguru clearly hasn’t even noticed about the new furniture in your home. Suguru is quick to change the topic, turning his attention to Utahime. 

“So, Utahime, what do you do?” Suguru questions, which finally tears Utahime’s eyes from Satoru and she looks at your husband. Suguru smiles at her, trying to look inviting. Satoru is his best friend, and of course he wants his best friend’s girlfriend to feel welcomed.

“I’m… Trying to do music.” She answers, and you burst into laughter but you disguise it as a cough, grabbing your cloth napkin and putting it over your mouth. Satoru wants to act annoyed at this, but he wants to laugh as well.

“Really? Singer? What genre of music?” Suguru asks. Now you’re certainly curious what her answer is going to be.

“Well… You can say I’m more aligned with the pop genre.” She responds and it takes everything in you not to laugh again. She looks like a very serious woman, there’s no way she isn’t bluffing about this. You take a sip of your wine before you clear your throat.

“Utahime, how old are you?” You speak up, and she definitely doesn’t look too pleased with the question, or at least that’s what you can gather from the brows that furrow. You immediately try to play it off, “Just wondering how far apart in age we are. You can’t be much younger than us.”

“I’m 32.” She answers, and your eyebrows raise. She isn’t  younger than you, in fact she’s three years older than everyone at the table. And out of the four of you she’s the one that’s delusional enough to try and become the next pop sensation.

“Really? You wouldn’t be able to tell.” You try to smile, but it doesn’t come off as genuine. “Satoru’s dating preference is women that are younger than him, so I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Why did you buy a new table?” Satoru asks, wanting to change the subject. He’s a bit curious as well because the last table was lovely. Suguru wants to ask as well because he hadn’t noticed the change in furniture. He knows he spent too much fucking money on the last one, and he can’t help but wonder why you decided to rearrange the furniture.

“Well, Suguru is barely home and the other table was simply too big for a singular person. This fits better for a single person.” You share, and Suguru sighs, regretting the question that left Satoru’s lips. Satoru clicks his tongue before he shakes his head in disapproval. But at least that’ll show Utahime that your marriage isn’t as perfect as others make it out to be. 

Satoru has introduced her to a couple other friends, and Suguru and his marriage have come up a couple of times. There’s always a mountain of praise when it comes up. It looks nearly perfect. He thought that maybe suggesting dinner to Suguru would show Utahime that Suguru’s marriage is far from perfect, but the cards haven’t been playing in his favor until now.

“You put work above your wife?” Satoru questions, knowing that Suguru does. For no other reason would you two send flirty texts to each other. Although Satoru isn’t the best boyfriend he could be, he at least tries to make time for Utahime.

“Well, I have to make sure I can pay for her every want and need. And pay for everything in the house as well. She couldn’t have bought this new table if it weren’t for me and my money.” Suguru points out. You feel your blood boiling at his words, but you can’t do anything but sip on your glass. The grip is too tight, almost enough to make the glass break in your hands. “I’m sorry I don’t have as much time for you as you’d like, but as I told you earlier, I need to make sure you have enough money to spend.”

“I do think you're a bit ungrateful for not appreciating what he does.” Utahime speaks up, and you have to put the glass of wine down because you swear it’ll just shatter into pieces. You’re so focused on taking deep breaths that you barely notice the hand that lands on your left thigh. It hits you when you feel his hand caress your skin, and it calms you down. Because you know out of all of them you have the upper hand, otherwise Satoru wouldn’t be caressing your thigh. Bursting into a fit of anger will just make you seem weak. “I get that you’re angry, but he’s trying his best. From what I can gather you like pricey stuff and he has to pay for it. How else would he be able to afford it if he didn’t spend all day working?”

“You’re new here, honey, so I’ll be nice.” You begin, fakely smiling at the woman. “You’re under my roof, so you follow my rules. You only speak when you’re spoken to. And did any of us talk to you about my husband’s work? No. So you better shut that pretty mouth of yours before I give you a reason to never speak again.”

“Be nice.” Suguru tells you in a rather threatening tone, and you glare at him as well. That is before Utahime speaks again.

“See I could gather that you were a bitch when we met, but most women try to disguise it just a bit.” Satoru’s eyes widen and you dig your nails into your palms. You’re so close to grabbing the glass of wine and throwing it to her face to give her another nice scar that’ll suit her face. Utahime then clears her throat, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”

“I do get that what my wife said was out of line but please refrain from ever calling her such derogatory names.” Suguru speaks up, and worry fills up Satoru. Suguru will do anything for you, that’s something that Satoru has noticed, and if you asked Suguru to fire him, Suguru would do it in a heartbeat. “And, honey, I think it’d be best to apologize.”

“I’m sorry.” You end up saying. You end up slapping away Satoru’s hand before you stand up from the table, “If you’ll excuse me for a moment, I’ll go check on the dessert.”

“I’m going to go see if she needs any help.” Satoru says not too shortly after, standing up from his chair and following after you. They’d both question why Satoru is going to help, but both end up assuming Satoru is going to further apologize on Utahime’s behalf.

“You’re all dismissed.” You tell the staff that’s in the kitchen as you angrily walk into the room, and within seconds they’re out of the kitchen. You check the plated desserts that are on a tray on the kitchen island, when you hear,

“She isn’t like this. I’m sorry.” Satoru begins which causes you to chuckle.

“A struggling artist. How embarrassing for you. You’ve really downgraded from intelligent beautiful models.” You comment as he walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you, hugging you from behind. You don’t fight it, but you end up asking, “What are you doing?”

“You know she’s right, you are kind of a bitch.” He says and you roll your eyes.

“I never claimed I wasn’t but your mediocre girlfriend isn’t coming into my house and telling me that I am one when she stepped into a conversation she wasn’t a part of in the first place.” You respond, feeling as his fingertips touch the skin that’s at the bottom of your dress. That reminds you that he hasn’t answered your question, “Are you crazy? What the fuck are you doing? My husband and your girlfriend aren’t too far away.”

“That’s something I miss about you. You’ve always been a bitch but you make it look cute. Utahime just gets on my fucking nerves.” He shares, and now you don’t care to stop him. He begins to fuel your ego, and of course you’re not going to do anything about it, especially when your heart craves payback. Although fucking Utahime’s boyfriend for revenge is a bit extreme, you’ve never claimed to be the most rational person.

“You’re trying to play it off like you miss me?” You ask, and you hear his subtle huh? “Satoru, we both know you want to fuck me simply because I’m Suguru’s wife.”

Satoru lets go of you, and you turn around to face him. You have a smirk on your face as you take a seat on the island. “Just because I decided to be a housewife, doesn’t mean that I’m fucking dumb. We both know I’m extremely smart, Satoru. You don’t want me because you miss me, you really couldn’t care less about our past relationship. You just want something that Suguru has.”

“What–” He begins, and you cut him off.

“I don’t care. Use me the same way I want to use you.” You grab his hand and pull him toward you. Your finger grabs some icing from one of the plates, and you spread it all over Satoru’s lips. He’s about to wipe it off, confused about this whole interaction until your tongue licks his lips. You clean off the icing, and just when he’s about to connect your lips, you push him away. “Don’t ruin my lipstick. It isn’t transfer proof. You wouldn’t want to let them know.”

You feel Satoru’s soft hands land on your thighs, and he begins to spread your legs. Goosebumps spread through your body while you watch him lower himself. However, you don’t leave him there for long. You don’t let him push your panties to the side before you grab a fistful of his hair and push his head back, “We have to go back before they come to check on us. Don’t let them get suspicious.”

“What’s another five minutes?” He asks, and you shake your head disapprovingly.

“Sneaking around is fun because there’s a possibility that we might get caught. It isn’t so fun when you make it extremely likely to get caught.” You lecture him, letting go of his head. Yet he still pushes your panties to the side. He presses a kiss on your clit, which makes you say, “But you’re just begging to get caught. You don’t care, do you?”

You have so much to lose but you don’t stop him as his tongue begins to run through your folds. You’re touch deprived and unbelievably mad at your husband. He’ll only make time for work or for Satoru– But after this you won’t mind him making time for Satoru. “Oh, you probably want him to walk in right now, don’t you? See me getting eaten out by you.”

His mouth begins to suck on your clit while two fingers run through your folds and gather your slick. He gets his fingers wet enough before he pushes them inside of you. When you feel his thick fingers inside of you, it’s when it hits you how real this is. You’re cheating on your husband. The man you vowed to love forever. This surge of guilt overtakes your body, and you feel your stomach churn. You grab a fistful of Satoru’s hair and push him away.

He chuckles as he sees your face, taking his slick-covered fingers out and moving them to your clit. His fingers move in a circular motion while he cockily raises a brow, “Don’t tell me you’re feeling guilty… We haven’t even actually done anything yet.”

“We have to go before they come here and they find us like this.” You tell him. His tongue goes back to your cunt and he swirls it around your clit.  “Satoru…”

“Just when I finally got to taste you again.” He says, detaching himself and standing up right, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You fix yourself up, your body extremely warm and your mind hazy as thousands of thoughts run through it. He begins to walk away but you say his name, “What?”

“Grab the tray and bring it out.”

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Do you have any Masky x reader hcs?

Thank you I'm glad you think so also since there were few requests for Masky both sfw and nsfw I decided to put it into the same headcanon post to make it easier for me since I was getting overwhelmed at the amount of requests.

Masky/ Tim SFW and NSFW HCS

SOMEWHAT NSFW POST MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI 18+

Warnings: spanking, praise, dirty talk, fingering, oral, marking kink, teasing, edging, bondage, mention of smoking, thigh riding, smutty smut, maybe friends to loves?

Character(s): Masky/Tim x Reader

SFW

When you first caught Tim's eye he would try to get to know you more

It was just something about you that made him smile.

And at times he would be really protective over you and be a huge sweetheart

But once you mention how protective he is he will deny it

To be honest he just doesn't want to lose you.

Though out his life he didn't have many friends, even now. So having you near and being able to talk to you makes him happy.

Friend or Lover he is just happy to have you in his life overall

He loves to spend time with you because it helps him relax from being a vicious killing machine.

And after some time he will soon realize that he started to like you as more than a friend and would get into a relationship with you after finding out.

During his confession to you he would be quite shy but soon pushed that aside and tell you straight up.

He would do some small talk but soon get annoyed at himself and take the risk.

Masky seems to be the type to be new to the whole dating thing so he appreciates it when you are patient with him and vice versa!

And if you are ever insecure about your body he will always be there by your side to boost your confidence.

But if he hears that someone is bothering you he has his own special ways of handling them.

And no, he wouldn't kill them. Not straight away at least.

As a partner he would do anything to protect you from harm and even other dangers.

And he may even tell you about other things like his job if he feels like you can take it and that you both trust each other.

Tim would definitely come up with cute little nicknames for his darling too and you would too!

When he first heard you call him one of the nicknames you made up for him his heart melted.

This man just loves you so much.

NSFW

During sex Tim is attentive and caring. He enjoys the sensual side of sex the most.

He sees the time you both have during sex as your time together alone and you both should be able to enjoy that.

With that being said he doesn't like the idea of risk-taking and public sex.

It just ruins the mood in his opinion.

Trust is also a big thing during sex.

It means a lot to Tim that you trust him and he is glad that he can trust you and also stops him from being afraid of hurting you.

Tim is quiet most of the time during sex but it doesn't stop him from praising you and commenting dirty things.

"You're doing so well Sunshine, just take it in a bit more."

"I can't wait to see you filled with my cum, sugar."

And be prepared to be teased and edged by him.

He loves the teary-eyed look and noises you make as he plays with you.

Oh and he loves to edge you while he fingers you.

And he always teases you by sucking on his fingers after he finger fucks you half-dumb.

Seeing your face flushed red makes his heart skip a beat.

Tim loves going after your neck and covering it with kisses and hickeys.

And if anyone sees the hickey he isn't embarrassed by it. Now they know you are his and he's yours they will be less likely to bother you.

Plus he thinks it makes you look even more tempting.

Tim gets off to the sight of you tied up or chained to the bed.

I don't know what it is but the sight of you defenceless and at his mercy just makes him crazy.

And if he ever comes home after a hard day and sees you in the bedroom all tied up and ready for him makes it better.

Tim like the others isn't opposed to taking head but he loves to give instead of receiving.

He just loves seeing your face and hearing your sweet moans as he takes every bit of you into his mouth and savours the taste of you.

But don't think you're safe from the teasing and edging either.

He could go on for hours just edging you with his mouth until you can't feel your legs.

If you ever find yourselves in the car or just at home but too tired to do anything Tim is always happy to have you ride on his thigh, and vice versa if you want to be in control for a bit.

Tim will do his best with aftercare.

Of course he loves you and will always try to get the things you want but sometimes after sex, he grabs a cigarette and starts to smoke.

If you aren't a fan of the smell he will go to the nearest window and talk to you and do it or wait a while and just cuddle with you to smoke.

But even with that he still loves every single part of you and he always wants you to know that.

Requests: Closed

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