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i’ve been stressing with my sugaru x bimbo reader fic sorry guys

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Chobits, ch. 57

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tattoo artist geto x bimbo reader??

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omg tysm for 100 likes i appreciate it a lot 🤍

you met armin at a collage party—accidentally. To be honest you weren’t even supposed to be there. It was one of those over crowded, loud , sweaty walls from drinks spilling & sticky cups. But he was there, sitting on the counter in the kitchen, scrolling on his phone while sipping some drink from his red cup, shoulder tense, and his legs crossed

usually the total opposite of what you would go for. grey tee, gold chain, black jeans hanging perfect on slim hips. his hair was a little messy, like he didn’t care, but his nails were clean, short

you didn’t know what pulled you toward him, but there you were, shoulder to shoulder near the fridge. armin looked at you and smiled, a lazy kind of smile like he already knew something you didn’t. “you’re not having fun,” he said, voice syrupy and teasing. you raised a brow. “neither are you.” he giggled, took a slow sip of his drink, then leaned in. “i have my own definition of fun.”

and that’s how it started.

Eventually you found out you both go to the same campus, different majors. he was in political science. you were pre-med. your worlds weren’t supposed to overlap—but somehow they kept doing just that. You started seeing him more. In the library. outside of lectures. walking past you on the quad, headphones in, a to-go coffee in hand, dressed like he wasn’t trying but always looked too good.

he never yelled for your attention. he didn’t need to. a glance from armin was louder than anything.

then it turned into study sessions.

you’d meet at his place. you’d pretend to pull out your laptop. he’d pretend to care about chem formulas for ten minutes before he was behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, lips on your neck.

“you sure this is organic chemistry?” he’d whisper, dragging his fingers down your stomach. “shut up,” you’d breathe, already folding into him. the worst part? you kept lying to yourself. kept telling yourself you were helping him. just being nice.

but it was armin’s fingers that learned your body better than any formula. long, pretty fingers with little white stars that tapped your clit in circles until your legs shook and you were crying into his chest. he’d call you “pretty baby,” pull your panties to the side and eat you out so slowly you’d beg him to stop teasing. but he never did. he loved to watch you squirm.

you told your roommate you were tutoring.you told your boyfriend you were “on campus late.”you told yourself that you weren’t in deep. that this wasn’t a thing.

but you knew better.

especially when armin started getting comfortable.

he would start making snarky comments, he’d tug you into his lap when you walked in, grip your waist, say, “missed you,” real low in your ear like it wasn’t supposed to mess with your head. he’d even pull ur phone away from you mid text pressing you on who ur texting even tho afterwards he said it was a joke both of you knew it was a lie.

but you’ll let him do it anyway

you let him push up your shirt, mark your tits with his mouth, fuck you raw on the floor while your untouched textbook sat open on the table.

“you like lying to him?” he’d mutter, hands around your neck, your body shaking under him.“no,” you’d whisper, but your hips said something else.“you like sneaking around to get this dick?”

didn’t answer. you just came again.

after, he’d sit back, watch you catch your breath, all flushed and trembling and used.

he’d wipe your lip with his thumb and say,

“yeah. that’s what i thought.”

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i’m gonna make a second blog for funnn

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you met armin at a collage party—accidentally. To be honest you weren’t even supposed to be there. It was one of those over crowded, loud , sweaty walls from drinks spilling & sticky cups. But he was there, sitting on the counter in the kitchen, scrolling on his phone while sipping some drink from his red cup, shoulder tense, and his legs crossed

usually the total opposite of what you would go for. grey tee, gold chain, black jeans hanging perfect on slim hips. his hair was a little messy, like he didn’t care, but his nails were clean, short

you didn’t know what pulled you toward him, but there you were, shoulder to shoulder near the fridge. armin looked at you and smiled, a lazy kind of smile like he already knew something you didn’t. “you’re not having fun,” he said, voice syrupy and teasing. you raised a brow. “neither are you.” he giggled, took a slow sip of his drink, then leaned in. “i have my own definition of fun.”

and that’s how it started.

Eventually you found out you both go to the same campus, different majors. he was in political science. you were pre-med. your worlds weren’t supposed to overlap—but somehow they kept doing just that. You started seeing him more. In the library. outside of lectures. walking past you on the quad, headphones in, a to-go coffee in hand, dressed like he wasn’t trying but always looked too good.

he never yelled for your attention. he didn’t need to. a glance from armin was louder than anything.

then it turned into study sessions.

you’d meet at his place. you’d pretend to pull out your laptop. he’d pretend to care about chem formulas for ten minutes before he was behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, lips on your neck.

“you sure this is organic chemistry?” he’d whisper, dragging his fingers down your stomach. “shut up,” you’d breathe, already folding into him. the worst part? you kept lying to yourself. kept telling yourself you were helping him. just being nice.

but it was armin’s fingers that learned your body better than any formula. long, pretty fingers with little white stars that tapped your clit in circles until your legs shook and you were crying into his chest. he’d call you “pretty baby,” pull your panties to the side and eat you out so slowly you’d beg him to stop teasing. but he never did. he loved to watch you squirm.

you told your roommate you were tutoring.you told your boyfriend you were “on campus late.”you told yourself that you weren’t in deep. that this wasn’t a thing.

but you knew better.

especially when armin started getting comfortable.

he would start making snarky comments, he’d tug you into his lap when you walked in, grip your waist, say, “missed you,” real low in your ear like it wasn’t supposed to mess with your head. he’d even pull ur phone away from you mid text pressing you on who ur texting even tho afterwards he said it was a joke both of you knew it was a lie.

but you’ll let him do it anyway

you let him push up your shirt, mark your tits with his mouth, fuck you raw on the floor while your untouched textbook sat open on the table.

“you like lying to him?” he’d mutter, hands around your neck, your body shaking under him.“no,” you’d whisper, but your hips said something else.“you like sneaking around to get this dick?”

didn’t answer. you just came again.

after, he’d sit back, watch you catch your breath, all flushed and trembling and used.

he’d wipe your lip with his thumb and say,

“yeah. that’s what i thought.”

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kittens ♡︎

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currently writing about arminnn

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Write. Write what you want. Write things that set your soul on fire. Write things you’re truly passionate about. Being a writer means being an artist. Writing is about self-expression. 

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plug!eren who you had been ignoring because god he was just a walking sin. but eren knew any and everything, just how he knew you would be at the club tonight so he had to make an appearance looking sexier than ever. he was waiting for you to feel his hard glare and run to the bathroom just so he can take his time walking down there and slipping in locking the door behind him. “this what we on mama?” is what he always said to you, because you running was just a reoccurring thing. “hm?” you said walking towards him, your hands wrapped around his neck loving his weed and expensive cologne smell, that had your pussy contracting in your underwear.

while you were a good girl, law major at that - you had a deep bad temptation for the man in the black jeans and shiny jewelry. “take’em deeper make me feel yo apology” pushing his balls deeper into your mouth you gargled around them, spit dripping down you chin while his cock bobed on your face. “mmh” eren loved you on your knees, he wouldn’t dare let your pretty skin touch the nasty floor thought so his expensive jacket was beneath you collect what you dropped. you moved his big balls out of your mouth using both hands to jerk him off while pouting up at him. “m’sorry rennie” you licked around his pink tip, before taking the whole head into your mouth sucking on it like a lollipop causing his knees to buckle

“f-fuck ma- i forgivehm” eren’s eyes closed, as you took him deeper and deeper into your mouth. no gag reflex in sight, once you had half of him in your mouth, you moved his hips so he can began to fuck your throat. “t-this the shit that got me gone” he mumble, grabbing the back of you head and going deeper. your eyes started to water but you loved everything about this, your hips rotating against noting craving something to stop the thumping of your clit.

“you gone be my girl?” his low red eyes glazed over you, his thumb whipping a lone tear while he still fucked your throat the he knew would be hurting by the morning. “huh baby? you gone be my girl” stilling his hips eren allowed you to nod, smirking and letting your see the silver grills in his mouth. “good answer, it was gone be yes anyway” he left you with that before starting back to fuck you mouth. your hand fondled with his balls, teeth skimming at his skin, while your throat contracted around his tip.

eren’s toes poped hard in his jordan’s from pressing down too hard when he started to stuff your mouth. he stayed inside of your wet hole until his cock was empty, and dick limp. but that didn’t last long once he removed himself, thinking of all the ways he about to fuck his now girlfriend!

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hii guys i kindaaa switched aesthetics so i set up everything on this account and yeah here’s my first little writing

Light has definitely fucked you in his dads office before.

“You realize where you are, right?” Light smirks, pressing you down against the polished surface of his dad’s desk.”“Right where he reviews crime reports…” “Where murderers beg for mercy. Where your name might end up if we get caught.” You barely get a breath in before he’s pressing closer, lips grazing your ear. “Shh, baby… wouldn’t want the other officers to hear how fucking desperate you sound for me right now.”

His fingers tighten at your waist, slow grind teasing ur desperate cunt more than giving.He leans in, lips at your ear. “Or maybe you like the idea. Like knowing your moans could echo down the hallway.”

The cold wood bites into your skin. The scent of musky cologne and old paper clings to the air wrong, all of it, and that just makes it worse. but you loved it so much, that addictive smell you can’t get enough of.

“If he walked in, what would you say?” he murmurs, dragging it out. “Or would you just let him watch?”

you tried to find the words to respond but you where too fucked out to say anything the only thing that came out was breathy moans “n-gh hah~.. no.” he slams his angry mushroom head into the gummy walls of ur cunt “hm? what’s that ..ngh~ can’t hear you ,you might wanna speak up”

But all that leaves your lips is another broken moan then he stops. Just like that.Still inside you, still holding you—but motionless. Then his hand slides up. Slow. Unhurried. Fingers curl around your throat, firm enough to make you freeze. He forces your head toward him, until your eyes lock.

His voice is low, sharp enough to cut.“Didn’t you hear me?” A beat of silence. His grip tightens just enough to make your pulse stutter. “Don’t make me fucking repeat myself.” “please light..i need you so bad..” You hear your own voice and barely recognize it—shaky, raw, soaked in need. You’re trembling under him, breathless, wrecked.

But he doesn’t move.

Instead, he just stares down at you. Smirking.

Cruel.

“I didn’t ask you to beg.”The words hit harder than a slap. You freeze. His hand tightens on your throat—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who’s in control. “You think whining like that gets you what you want?”

He leans in, lips ghosting yours.

“Cute.”

Then he pulls back again. Stops moving entirely. You squirm beneath him, desperate for friction, but his grip pins you down—body locked, voice gone, nothing but the burn of denial.

“You’ll speak when I tell you to.” A pause. His eyes on yours, unblinking. “And you’ll cum when I say you can.”

(this is sooo short because i kinda ran out of ideas but i hope you all like it!! sorry it took to long i get bad writing block-dolly)

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Light has definitely fucked you in his dads office before.

“You realize where you are, right?” Light smirks, pressing you down against the polished surface of his dad’s desk.”“Right where he reviews crime reports…” “Where murderers beg for mercy. Where your name might end up if we get caught.” You barely get a breath in before he’s pressing closer, lips grazing your ear. “Shh, baby… wouldn’t want the other officers to hear how fucking desperate you sound for me right now.”

His fingers tighten at your waist, slow grind teasing ur desperate cunt more than giving.He leans in, lips at your ear. “Or maybe you like the idea. Like knowing your moans could echo down the hallway.”

The cold wood bites into your skin. The scent of musky cologne and old paper clings to the air wrong, all of it, and that just makes it worse. but you loved it so much, that addictive smell you can’t get enough of.

“If he walked in, what would you say?” he murmurs, dragging it out. “Or would you just let him watch?”

you tried to find the words to respond but you where too fucked out to say anything the only thing that came out was breathy moans “n-gh hah~.. no.” he slams his angry mushroom head into the gummy walls of ur cunt “hm? what’s that ..ngh~ can’t hear you ,you might wanna speak up”

But all that leaves your lips is another broken moan then he stops. Just like that.Still inside you, still holding you—but motionless. Then his hand slides up. Slow. Unhurried. Fingers curl around your throat, firm enough to make you freeze. He forces your head toward him, until your eyes lock.

His voice is low, sharp enough to cut.“Didn’t you hear me?” A beat of silence. His grip tightens just enough to make your pulse stutter. “Don’t make me fucking repeat myself.” “please light..i need you so bad..” You hear your own voice and barely recognize it—shaky, raw, soaked in need. You’re trembling under him, breathless, wrecked.

But he doesn’t move.

Instead, he just stares down at you. Smirking.

Cruel.

“I didn’t ask you to beg.”The words hit harder than a slap. You freeze. His hand tightens on your throat—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who’s in control. “You think whining like that gets you what you want?”

He leans in, lips ghosting yours.

“Cute.”

Then he pulls back again. Stops moving entirely. You squirm beneath him, desperate for friction, but his grip pins you down—body locked, voice gone, nothing but the burn of denial.

“You’ll speak when I tell you to.” A pause. His eyes on yours, unblinking. “And you’ll cum when I say you can.”

(this is sooo short because i kinda ran out of ideas but i hope you all like it!! sorry it took to long i get bad writing block-dolly)

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LIGHT YAGAMI

-light fucking you in his dads office