Ok So I've Just Been Reading A Lot Of Stories On Redit And By Some Freaking Coincidence They All Involve

ok so i've just been reading a lot of stories on redit and by some freaking coincidence they all involve cheating.

to take my anger out i imagined a scenario:

You who just found out that your S/O cheated on you with a mutual friend are so angry you go to the first party you find because

1.free drinks

2.with loud music you can't think

then Loren sees you from afar and he's so happy because it's so unusual for you to show up in these kinds of places he walks over and starts a conversation you barely hear because all you think about is how identical he is to a dog happy with his owner and you remember the day you met he said he would do anything for you.

"anything?"

"what"

"you said you'd do anything for me, did you really mean anything?"

Loren, with absolutely no hesitation: "yes"

I don't know going forward, my brain cycles between him murdering your ex or fucking in the bathroom of the party

Tw: NSFW themes. Kinda angst, mild exhibitionism.

His hands were shaking. Grasping at every exposed bit of skin he could, squeezing and massaging. His breath was heavy, labored and hot. It fanned the back of your neck as your body jolted with each thrust.

The toilet seat thudded dully under the massive jocks weight. His arms circled around you, hugging himself to your chest while he struggled to form any coherent sentences. Merely mumbles of adoration. Praise. Your name.

He sung your name like a prayer. He begged and begged and begged. You weren’t sure what for. He didn’t explain. You didn’t know if he could.

He whined deeply and gruffly, hips seemingly having a mind of their own as they smashed and squished against a your thighs.

In and out. In and out.

His lips were hot. Unbearably almost in combination of your sweaty skin, as he trailed hot and heavy kisses up your shoulders and neck. Sucking and biting and marking.

You let him, only to get back at the person who got you into this position. You felt a bit bad playing with the wonder boys feelings. What with the way he seemed to cry your name while bucking his hips into you so fervently.

When he finally started singing his I love you’s he made quick work to force your lips together and swallow any rejections on your tongue.

“Loren-“

“No no shh please, please let me have this. Let me have you just once. Just right now please.”

Your heart hurt hearing him, though with your foggy mind and recked insides you couldn’t pay much mind to the feeling. Only squishing his face to your chest and pressing deeper into his old.

Loren breathed sweetly at that, continuing his previous brutal thrusts, that only seemed to have groan more desperate, if that were even possible.

The more you felt his hands sweetly cupping and holding your own, tracing each bit of skin as he pumped himself into you, the more you felt your previous reasoning for doing this fade a way.

Why hadn’t you been dating Loren again? He had made his feelings more than abundantly clear before you were dating the jackass you were with now.

And loren was so…devoted to you. It was almost scary. He acted like he couldn’t breath without you. That this, what you were doing right now, was something he had fantasized over..craved for years.

Oh god if only you knew.

You blinked dazedly, sharply arching your back when a particular thrust hit your sweet spot, and Loren’s entire pattern switched.

His hips angled ravenously into your thighs, thrusting deeply and even at times stoping just to grind into you. You shuddered as he layered more wet passionate kisses against your skin, forming a small heart into your chest. You thought you peaked at initials too, but when you felt yourself being lifted and cradled fully into his sweaty chest, you didn’t bother to check again.

Your back met with the deliciously cold shower wall, and you marveled at the strength of the jock before you, who held you up by your thighs and continued thrusting.

“Y/n y/n y/n y/n”

It was a breathless whisper but it made your stomach flutter and your body clench, drawing out a low whimper and moan from loren, who slotted himself into the crook of your neck. Your arms circled around his head, holding him close and relishing in the feeling of your bodies sliding and pressing and grinding against each other.

“I love you…I love you..”

At this point you don’t think he was even saying it to you. It sounded more like a fact, something he was merely stating to the air in his own haze, as he hugged you so dearly. The weight of him inside you was intoxicating. Loren was nothing to sneeze at by any means.

“I-“

Loren didn’t let you reply. Not with the way he quickly fell to his knees in the shower, twisting you around and forcing you onto your own, bringing you back into a dip as he laid himself over you, lifting one of you legs to make sure he never once separated from you.

His thrusts were wild. So fucking desperate. Like he couldn’t control himself at feel of your body so sweetly warming and squeezing his cock.

Your eyes rolled back at the angle, and you barely had time to balk at the sight of his letterman underneath you, protecting you from the cold tile of the shower.

“Loren-“

Fuck would he not let you get one word out. He seemed hell bent on keeping you from talking, despite how typically he clung to your every word.

His thrusts grew erratic, chasing something you couldn’t see but prioritizing your experience over it all. He breathing was heavy, gasping, and at one point he dropped your leg gently and hovered over you, his shadow shielding you from any wondering eyes.

You weren’t sure why until the door unlocked and a drunk couple tried to wander their way in. Your eyes widened soberly, before they rolled back again when Loren kept thrusting, his hand covering your mouth gently, keeping your sounds to himself while he glared literal daggers at the couple who stared stalk still.

“Get out.”

It was a growl and tone you had never heard from the jock himself. Only whispers from people who had been there to witness it.

Fucking hell it was so hot. You gripped his forearm tightly, body convulsing when you came, though Lorne didn’t cease his pace, only cooing gently in your ear when the couple finally left and locked the door.

“Baby…fuck baby…thank you..thank you…you feel so good y/n..just one more please? Please I’ll do anything I’ll- nnnng…!”

Your body became play dough very quickly, only held up by the Loren’s strong arms that man handled you so gently, you didn’t think you could just call this sex anymore.

It was far too passionate to be just sex.

What with the way he so gently repositioned you on your back, hugging you deeply into his curving chest, his back hunched as he kept your legs locked firm around his waist, and as he continued to beg and cry and moan for you. Only for you.

Your finish was fast approaching and you finally regained the strength to hold onto the tall male, who groaned deeply and who’s hips shuttered when your nails dug into his skin.

“Loren…-“

“Y/n please…please…just let me have this..”

You paused, blinking blearily.

Then you sighed, gently. There was no disappointment in your tone, when you gently kissed the side of his neck and leaned back to stare the distraught captain in the eyes. You marveled at the flush of his cheeks, and the sheer desperation in his his shiny eyes. You brought your hands gently around his jaw and smiled.

“Okay..”

Your lips gently pressing into his own seemed to be the final straw for Loren, who’s hips grew violently and hard before he came thunderously, moaning deeply with your own high riding alongside his.

Your breath shortened and choked at the weight and heat in your belly.

He didn’t pull out when he finished. Only shuttering and shifting slightly, relishing in your warmth.

You peaked, out of breath, at his expression, and had you not been on the brink of sleep, you would’ve felt concern at the wide of his eyes, and the untamed smile that split his cheeks.

“I love you…so much y/n..”

“I know..”

“No…you don’t.”

lie detector test w influencer or actor y/n and bkg. Asking all the juicy questions either to each other or from the interviewer. From like Twitter questions/interviewer it would def be juicy funny questions like “who do you think is a better kisser” or some shit and from each other it’s like “do you actually get annoyed when I ___” and just overall gossipy but so funny to see each other intrigued by the answer lol

LIE DETECTOR TEST

cw: okay so fuck me because i wrote this and then it didn’t save as a draft so back again. FAVE TYPE OF FICS ARE THE YOUTUBERY JOINT VIDEO INTERVIEWS !!! LOVE THEM !!!!! edit: fank u to those who helped me with the questions !! my brain was not working

bakugou would hate them. he doesn’t get worried about many things, he usually always has his strength and skills to back him up in most cases. but sharing actual intimate feelings, thoughts and opinions with the world isn’t his thing. he likes the way the public only knows what he lets them know though he also knows your questions are gonna push him far out of his comfort zone.

you’re both wearing the same designer. it’s part of the shoot with the magazine and you look stunning. bandeau top and maxi skirt. while he’s in an easy cream linen shirt and black slacks.

“y’look beautiful,” he says to you, honest and true. he drags your hand onto his lap when the makeup artist that was patting your face finally leaves.

“thanks gorgeous but don’t try and butter me up now. i’ve got all my questions ready,” you grin and bakugou answers by pecking your lips.

“you’re not gonna try ruin my name are you?” he smirks and you only shrug.

“maybe.”

he’s strapped up first. velcro bands at his arms and chest. apparently they’re checking his heartbeat and blood pressure. wires at his temples and scattered all over his skin. honestly it reminds him similarly of a mission he was on a few years back and when he was captured but he pushes that to the back of his mind.

“hello everyone! i’m yn and this is—,”

“katsuki.” always katsuki with you in interviews. on his own he’s dynamight. the thought makes your chest heat.

“and we are doing the lie detector test! katsuki’s already wired up so i’m going to be asking some raw, hard hitting questions.”

bakugou’s eyebrows raise and you know he’s dying to say an inappropriate innuendo. you both blink at each other before you burst out laughing and he smirks.

“yeah, what she said.”

the first one is easy but it’s what you want to hear. you already know the answer, you’re sure the whole world does since this isn’t something he keeps a secret.

“do you love me?”

bakugou grins at you. you’re holding a clip board, eyes bright at excitement towards him and he soaks it all up.

“no. not at all,” he says. he sort of regrets it right after because he sees a hint of disappointment behind your eyes. it’s not like he tells you daily and you’ve been together for a year now.

john, the lie detector guy shakes his head behind you. “he’s lying. a lot. his heart rate is high.”

bakugou flexes his fingers, looking down at them, “just checkin’ this shit works.”

you kick his foot, “don’t lie about that!”

bakugou drops his head onto his shoulder, slow smirk, “you know i love you though?”

a rare bakugou katsuki for the viewers. even the crew is leaning in to know more.

you’re all overwhelmed by his attention, whispering a tiny, “shut up.” then, “@dynamiteforever212, dynamite spelt the right way, asks who do you prefer? deku or yn.”

bakugou scoffs, “obviously you. you’re both annoyin’ though, especially together.”

you fake a gasp, hand to your mouth, “you’re jealous of our beautiful friendship.”

“yeah, no. i think i have more benefits with you than he does.”

you chuckle, “you’re so annoying. next question, @virtualizated asks would you be okay waxing my ass hair?”

bakugou breathes out heavy through his nose, not expecting that question. “no. you should keep it.”

you cover your grin with your mouth, “you’re so silly.”

john speaks, “erm, answer is inconclusive.”

you turn back to katsuki, “you’re lying?”

bakugou shakes his head, “yes i would wax your ass. yes you should keep it.”

“you’re nasty.”

“just for you,” he grins and you roll your eyes.

“he’s telling the truth.”

“do you genuinely think you love me more than i love you?”

bakugou scoffs. this is a conversation you have a lot in your relationship. a cute ‘love you’ ‘love you more’ exchange gone wrong. he knows what the truth is and you’re wrong.

“yeah i do. i do. you don’t get it.”

“he’s telling the truth.”

“see it’s true, i do.”

you frown, “no that just means your head’s so big you think you’re right.” you look at the cameras, pointing at bakugou with your thumb, “i love him more.”

he stares down the camera lens, “she’s wrong. i do.”

“we aren’t doing this again.”

“you brought it up baby.”

“just checking you’re still delusional.”

“sure i am.”

you flick through your cards, “@moominsuki asks, do you think i’m more attractive than you?”

bakugou rolls his eyes. these questions feel obvious, don’t the viewers have eyes?

“of fuckin’ course you are. you seen her? you seen yourself?” he points at you, “i pray to whoever’s up there daily that you keep me around another day.”

your smile fights it’s way onto your cheeks and you feel your body getting warm from his attention.

“he’s telling the truth.”

“you say that like you aren’t completely gorgeous.”

“but babe, we’re not the same. i know i’m not ugly but you’re actually different.”

you bite down on your lip before letting go. he tells you this at home but having an audience to this conversation makes you shy. “good different?”

he nods and there’s no room for you to disagree, “miles away from me. good different.”

you both stare each other for a few seconds, him looking longingly, a tilt of his cheek while you can’t stop fidgeting. you look away abruptly, “okay, n-next question!”

“have you been jealous of anyone recently?”

this time bakugou isn’t as quick to answer so already you know the answer.

he groans, throwing his head back but not being able to move from being strapped in the chair. “how are you askin’ me questions you already know the answer to?”

“because when i asked you before, you denied it.”

bakugou tongues the inside of his cheek. looking at you then away. he’s sexy when he’s stubborn. tense jaw, intriguing frown. even his muscles bulge when he crosses his arm across his chest.

“yes i have been.”

you smirk, “when?”

“oi, let’s wait for john to answer.”

you roll your eyes, “john?”

“he’s telling the truth.”

bakugou grunts, “fucker.”

you laugh, “okay when?”

“i’m sure you’re not even allowed this many questions,” he mutters but he still gives in anyway, “when we had that dumb hero event and that guy started flirtin’ with you.”

you roll your lips in your mouth, loving the entertainment, “why were you jealous when you know i love you?”

bakugou blushes, red flushing his neck and the apples of his cheeks. “i am not admitting this in front of the cameras.” he jolts his head to them and you watch all the crew studying you both, eager for an answer.

you cross your arms, “fine.”

“dynamight, could you? just for editing sake?” a staff member chips in and you do too, “come on dynamight!”

he huffs, closing his eyes before opening them, “he looked similar to your ex boyfriend, who i look nothing alike.”

you pout, rubbing your hand across his thigh, “and you know i love you, that’s an irrational thought and—,”

“you’ll always choose me. yeah i know. you all happy now?”

you and the camera crew all begin to nod.

miles “i got it” morales earth 42 miles 591 words

Between the both of you, Miles is always the first to stand up when the bell rings at the end of class. With all the textbooks you bring to school, he knows your backpack is just one mechanical pencil away from hitting a ton and for that reason he never lets you carry it yourself. In fact, he makes it his mission to pick it up before you do. With his own backpack on one shoulder, he’ll watch for the exact moment you’re done tucking your supplies away just to interrupt you as you’re mid-reach so he can scoop it up into his free hand by the top handle.

“I got it.”

Miles always pays for you guys’ dates. You knew this wasn’t abnormal when it came to relationships, seeing as he’s the guy, you’re the girl, and that’s just the ‘societal norm’ or whatever. It’s how your dad told you a male should treat the girl he’s with, and based off how Miles acts, you assumed his own father had given him the same speech as well before he passed. But even when you two take a stroll to the corner store to pick up some cheap snacks for a study session—the total coming out to as little as $4.37 for some sunchips and sour gummy worms—he still won’t let you pay.

He’s already getting his wallet out before the cashier can read the total off. And when you try and protest, he’s all—

“I got it.”

When your laces have come undone and you hadn’t noticed.

“Ma, your shoe’s untied.”

You’ll stop in your tracks and look down at your loosened laces, prepared to hand your phone off to him so you can bend down to tie them, and like always—

“I got it.”

When the pizza you ordered an hour ago finally shows up at the door and you get the ‘arrived’ notification on your phone—which he’s already seen because he’s always looking over your shoulder as you scroll your time away on tiktok, watching them with you as an excuse to be all up on you—you can bet your life on what his response will be.

“I got it.”

You knew he only wanted to be a gentleman, but at this point, you were convinced ‘I got it’ was his middle name instead of Gonzalo.

For a while now, Miles has felt like he has to take responsibility and do everything even when something isn’t asked of him, and you wanted him to know that same sentiment didn’t have to apply to the two of you. So you started trying to beat him at his own game.

Brushing past him and rushing down the concrete steps of his apartment building to make it to the passenger side door and open it for yourself before he can.

Keeping your backpack on the opposite side of your desk so you can have the chance to pick it up before him, even if it earns you a subtle glare each time. And while some days it really is too heavy for you to carry—heavy enough to make you question exactly what point you’re trying to prove here—you remain determined.

Having cash ready and smacking it down on the peeling countertop of the bodega before your snacks have even been rung up, and regardless of how insane you look and how the clerk squeezes his face at you to confirm that, the triumphant grin you give Miles (who’s struggling to contain a smile of his own) doesn’t falter.

“I got it.”

you and solomon were insufferable.

sometimes the brothers thought you both did it on purpose. they wouldnt put it past solomon to be so lovey dovey with you just to rub it in their face, but you would never! right? still every time they saw you and solomon being domestic together every one of them had to hold back the feeling that you were doing this to get under their skin.

they’d catch you cooking for solomon, humming to yourself while he sits nearby reading a book or working on something quietly. you would help solomon put on his jacket when he would leave and sometimes he’d tie your shoes for you. or you would feed him a bite of your desert from your spoon. you both ran errands for each other. you’d even write solomon little notes for him to find. it was like the two of you were an old married couple, domestic and in love, and it annoyed the brothers to no end.

they never said anything to you, but every now and then solomon would catch a glimpse of them scowling at him, and he was living for it.

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trick or treat! can i get a treat with mephistopheles from obey me? 🍬

"this is an... odd tradition you have in the human realm," mephistopheles murmurs stiffly, snapping another photo with the professional camera in his hands.

"why? the devildom has haunted houses."

"in the devildom, haunted houses aren't so... juvenile."

click! another photo, this time focused on the ambient lighting outside the entrance of the spooky attraction you'd brought him to. he lowers the camera from his eye and looks around once more.

"well, at least give it a try first before you write it all off. c'mon."

fair enough. mephisto follows you into the haunted house, lingering a little closer than he usually would. why? it's a question he ponders himself as the two of you stroll side by side through unimpressive decorations and flashing lights inside this pseudo-maze.

you're human. utterly, completely insignificant. in the grand scheme of it all, you'll be six feet under within a century. if he blinks too long, you'll be a withered like a rotten apple on the ground in autumn, waiting to become one with the dirt from which you rose.

and yet-- mephisto moves a little closer.

a scare actor pops out from around the corner. you jump in surprise, shrieking and clutching onto his sleeve as you're startled. he's startled, too-- not by the actor (he saw that jumpscare coming a mile away), but by your decision to cling on to him in a moment of fear and irrationality. suddenly this boring attraction feels a little warmer than it did before.

"is that all it takes to scare you, human?" mephisto asks smugly. "i should have realized a lowly creature like yourself could be scared so easily."

despite his harsh words, the usual bite of a bitter tone was absent, replaced by something almost... fond? he was surprised to hear it himself.

maybe you would be gone in the blink of an eye-- humans, after all, are very fragile. but mephisto is starting to see something in you, something deeper than the surface that he initially brushed off. is this why diavolo adores you so?

"come," he beckons. his gloved hand finds your bare wrist and tugs you close, coaxing you against his side as you continue to walk through the haunted house. "let's keep going."