#I look so dumb today with my One pair of pants I always wear and one of the only t shirts that won't make me overheat that I don't

[mellotronmkll]

I hate all of my clothes I only feel comfortable and confident in like 4 pieces of clothing and I hate everything else but I hate shopping for clothes even more plus it costs money so I feel like I'm just stuck wearing clothes I hate and look stupid in and it's so so much worse in the summer because I own literally one pair of pants that are weather appropriate that fit me that I also don't want to kill myself while wearing and they're not even cute. But I just wear them every single day

[sanjifucker42069]

Looks Like Lingerie to Me - Sanji x Reader

Word count: 854

We gender-neutral and short af today boys. This is crack treated semi-seriously lmao, and an actual drabble. I love idiot!readers, there isn't enough rep for us dumbasses. This is written with OPLA!Sanji in mind bc I dig the super effective suave vibe

Suggestive, there's swearing, the word cock is used once. Brief description. (Ha! Brief!)

Let's be real...Sanji might wears shirt stays....and that's hot as fuck

It was midday when you found yourself outside the men's quarters. You had been lounging around on the upper deck when Usopp had asked you to grab a wrench he'd left in his room. Fair enough, you weren't doing anything, wouldn't hurt to help. And so you padded off, making your way to the bedroom. It was the middle of the day, no one should be in there. You'd passed Zoro napping against some bags, you could still hear Luffy. Sanji definitely had to be in his domain of the kitchen. Still, you offered a quick courteous knock as you flung open the door to the men's quarters, wandering into the space with no preamble.

"Sorry boys, I gotta grab Usopp's- Holy shit!"

Sanji's head shot up to stare at you, cheeks lightly pink. He was stooped over, pants pooling at his knees. Sure, his thick thighs were enticing, and his position stuck that gorgeous ass out at a delicious angle, but your eyes were fixated on the crossing fabric that adorned his upper legs. Was that…a garter belt? You felt lightheaded at the view before you. He looked delectable. The cook quirked an eyebrow at your staring.

"See something you like, love?" He drawled, sending you a cocky grin. Sanji felt his ego swell when you tripped over your words. Had you actually paid attention, you'd notice how his usual clothes were covered in flour, but you weren't exactly the most perceptive.

"I…thighs." You spoke dumbly, causing you to mentally smack yourself. "I mean, sorry. I didn't think anyone would be in here at this time." 

With great hardship, you tore your eyes away from the garment. It looked like a garter belt, had to be! You always knew Sanji liked fashion, and that he could be a pervert, but you didn't expect him to be unembarrassed at being caught wearing lingerie. As if they were possessed, your eyes trailed their way back to his thighs. The elastic was biting into his thigh meat, bulk deliciously spilling over the edges. Saliva flooded your mouth. What you wouldn't give to touch them. To bite them. Fuck what if you-

Wait. 

Sanji had said something.

"Wha?" 

Nice going idiot.

Sanji had abandoned his grip on the trousers, gracefully dropping them and stepping out of the puddle of fabric. Your breath hitched as he turned to you.

Abort mission! 

Fuck you didn't even look at his underwear. Shit, fuck, that…that was clearly the outline of his cock, a pair of grey boxer briefs doing a horrible job at hiding his silhouette. You were thankful that the length of his dress shirt covered the majority, or you'd be due a visit to chopper from fainting.

"I said can I help you, love?"

An awkward cackle escaped your throat and you blushed. Oh, he could help you alright. Instead, you opened your dumb mouth again.

"Is that…why are you wearing a garter belt?"

Sanji froze. An uncomfortable silence filled the room.

Oh shit! Oh fuck!

You opened your mouth to apologise when that bell-like laugh permeated the awkwardness. 

"What?" He laughed incredulously. "They are shirt stays."

Sanji felt his heart squeeze when you cocked your head confused. You really had no idea how cute you were, did you? Trying to be polite and stop laughing, he coughed into his fist.

"They keep my shirt tucked in sweet thing. Can't be looking unprofessional around you cuties." Sanji winked, smirking with satisfaction as your face grew redder. He expected an 'oh' or a 'sorry'. He certainly didn't expect a;

"I'd call having no pants but lingerie on unprofessional."

"You were the one who bust in here!" He argued. "And it's not lingerie!"

"Ah…sorry about that. I meant to grab a wrench Usopp left in here. I…uh…I should go."

"Mmhmm." 

You wandered stiffly to where Usopp slept, finding the tool with ease, and trying desperately to not look at the cook. Sanji watched you, amusement clear on his face at your robotic movements. Wasting no time, you rushed back to the door. 

"Oh, uh, Sanji?" The man hummed in response. "I, uh, I'm sorry for thinking you were wearing lingerie. Not! Not that there's anything wrong if you were, you'd look hot in it. I mean! I….uh…no, you'd definitely look hot in it. What was I saying?"

Silence. Sanji was staring at you with wide eyes, face now red from your comments. You clicked your fingers.

"Right, right! You should probably put some clothes on. Don't want you catching a cold ha ha." You forced out a robotic laugh. "Sorry again."

You slammed the door shut, leaving a confused and slightly aroused man in your wake. Sanji sighed, making his way back to his sleeping area to change into clean clothes. The door creaked back open. Sanji groaned quietly. Who now?

"You have to admit, they are kinda slutty though, right? Sorry! Bye again!"

You were gone before Sanji could even process your words properly. He groaned audibly this time, raking his hands down his face. He needed a fucking smoke. You were going to be the death of him.

[ririkookiemonster]

Breaking Point - PJM

Summary: After months of tension, your roommate Jimin catches you grinding on his hoodie in a moment of pure desperation.

Pairing: Roommate!Jimin x Roommate!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Unprotected sex (DO NOTTTT) Dirty talk, degradation, mutual masturbation, name calling, grinding on hoodie, oral sex (m&f receiving), perverse (both jimin and oc are perverts with pent up frustration and lust), rough sex, slight choking, tit slapping, clit rubbing. Just porn.

Word count: 2.4K+

Writer: riri🪽

Writer’s note: ahhhh idk what was i thinking when i wrote this. this is just pure filth haha. let me know in the comments how you feel about it.

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“Holy shit! W-what the fuck Y/N? Is that my hoodie?” Jimin exclaimed, looking at you in your worst state possible.

Naked. Pathetic. Grinding on his hoodie. Teasing yourself.

You gasp in surprise when you see him standing on the entrance of your room, flabbergasted.

What was he even doing here? He was supposed to go out with the boys tonight. You swore you saw him leave, and that’s how you ‘borrowed’ his hoodie from his room.

“J-jimin what are you doing here!?” You shrieked, immediately covering yourself with a blanket.

God. this was so embarrassing.

“Y/N I step out of the apartment for like one minute and by the time you sneaked into my room and steal my hoodie? Jesus! you’re such a fucking pervert.” Jimin said, eyeing you from top to bottom in your vulnerable state. You bit your lower lip, trying to avoid his gaze, but you were too horny to actually come back to your senses.

“C’mon, give me my hoodie back!” He stepped closer and grabbed his hoodie from your hand, taking a look at it. You just lowered your gaze, still unsure what to say.

“Oh my god, look at that wet spot right there. You’re washing this up, Y/N.”

“Yes, I will wash it, sorry.” You said, as you tried to stand up, but you heard him interrupting you.

“No, no, dont stand. Sit down. Sit down like a dumb fucking slut.” You were kinda surprised by his little remark but then again, you were too horny to care.

He was looking at you, his eyes like a hawk. You felt a little embarrassed, but surprisingly, not uncomfortable. Jimin clicked his tongue, taking in your vulnerable form in front of him.

“Here, you wanted this right? Take it. Show me what you were doing.”

“W-what!?” You look at him in surprise, eyes narrowing at his demand.

He wanted you to show him what?!

Was he joking?

“You heard me. Show me what you were doing with my hoodie before I walked in.”

He definitely wasn’t joking.

“Jimin, I am sorry I-”

“C’mon, show me. You were so confident earlier, sneaking into my room, and stealing my hoodie, grinding on it. But now that i am here, you’re all shy?” Jimin said, his eyes scanning you from top to bottom. Even though your body was covered in the blanket, he could very well make out in what position your body was. Legs spread, fingers playing with each other, and your nipples still hard.

“I wont do it again, I promise..” You say, barely in a whisper, earning a scoff from Jimin. You both knew in what state you were in. Wet and willing.

“C’mon now, Y/N. I have to go back to my friends. You’re really losing an opportunity to play with yourself in front of me.” Jimin said, standing up to leave.

“Wait.. don’t go…” You called out, voice barely above a whisper, holding his arm, preventing him to go.

Your actions made Jimin smirk, he got what he wanted. after all, he’d always imagined you in a state like this. He was just a man. And you, he wont lie, had an amazing body. He’d find his cock stir slightly in his pants when you’d wear your favorite pink shorts in front of him. Or when you’d wear that black spaghetti of yours, that exposed a bit of your cleavage when you’re all comfortable, watching TV.

God knows how many times he had to control himself in front of you. You were his roommate. he didn’t wanted to look like a pervert to you. But today when he caught you doing not-so-pure things with his used hoodie, he knew he wasn’t the only perverted one.

He gawks at you, his eyes full of lust, licking his lower plush lip “Oh, you want me to stay?” He chuckles and runs his fingers through his dark hair. He had THAT mischievous smile on, that made you utterly crazy. Every. Single. Time.

“Go ahead, grind on that hoodie, slut.” Jimin commanded, taking some calculative steps towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hoodie on his hand, with a wet spot of your juices, reminding you of your perverse.

He gently tugs at the blanket that engulfed your frame, revealing your smooth body. He gazed at your perky breasts, nipples hard. your soft abdomen, your curvy hips, and your delicious wet cunt. He mouthed the words 'Oh my god' as he saw your glistening core, his cock standing in salute.

Fuck, he had always been dying to see you like this…

You gently take his hoodie back from his hands, movements slow and delicate. You bought the cloth to your wet sex, feeling the same sensation you felt minutes before. Hell, you were so horny. Maybe it was his scent, maybe it was just Jimin.

You closed your eyes when you felt the fabric rub against your clit, making you moan unconsciously. “Mhhh Fuck..”

You start to grind on his hoodie, lewd noises unconsciously leaving your mouth.

Jimin smirked, imagining his dick wrapped against your cunt instead of his hoodie. His hand went down to his shaft, undoing his pants, pulling out his hard cock. Jimin looks up at you, his eyes filled with lust, his cock throbbing in his hand as he speak. “You’re enjoying this as much as i do, aren’t you, babygirl?”

You let out another moan in response as he starts to pump himself, looking at your slutty self fucking his hoodie shamelessly. “Mhm just like that baby, fuck yourself just like that.”

He's pretty when he masturbates like that, staring directly into your eyes as he whimpers, breathy and sweet.

Each of his little moans makes you wetter, and your body continues to tremble with need. It's so unbelievably hot how he tilts his head back, exposing the V of his jaw and his Adam's apple, bobbing each time he swallows in pleasure.

You can’t control yourself any longer, especially when jimin looks so fuckable right now, pumping his huge cock right in front of your eyes. Your hands find its way to your clit, rubbing it fast, and desperately, moaning out profanities, and Jimin lose his mind.

Grabbing your hips, Jimin yanks you closer so he can switch places with you, now kneeling in front of you. His mouth water seeing your beautiful glistening pussy, screaming to be eaten out. And so he wastes no time. A wet, hot tongue against your center. You moan at the sudden feeling, your back arching as Jimin repeats the action, the tip of his soft muscle lapping at your leaking folds until he stops at your clit, circling it with an increasing pressure that has you whining at the sensation.

"Fuck, Jimin," you moan out, hands curling into fists as you try to keep your legs as open as possible.

"You’ve been wanting this, don’t you, Y/N? Dreamt about me eating your cunt out till you cum in my tongue."

You are a mess. Your lips parted, hips squirming, back arched, getting eaten out by your roommate like you’d dreamt of.

"Arrghh f-fuckk," you stammer, relishing in the feeling of his lips brushing your swollen bud, and his nose bumping into your needy bundle of nerves. "Y-yes! fucking love it!"

He parts your legs wider, allowing him to sink deeper; his nails dig into the flesh of your thighs which has you moaning, whimpering as he makes out with your cunt. You feel your walls clench around nothing inside, your high nearing, and as your legs start to quiver, your moans becoming chipped and louder, he - suddenly removes himself completely, earning a while from you.

“I wont let you cum so easily, slut. you’ve been teasing me since forever with that slutty body of yours. Now be a good girl and suck my cock.”

Jimin gets up from the bed, and stands in front of you, his cock bobs and hangs heavy in front of your face, close enough that the tip brushes your cheek and smears precum across your face while you remain seated on the bed.

He grabs one of your hands again before he brings his girth to your mouth, your lips spreading as your tongue darts out, licking away the salty pre-cum before he comes closer, aiding you.

Not needing to be told twice, you lean forward to lap at the precum dribbling from Jimin’s slit, making him groan. His body trembles slightly as you suck him into your mouth, and it feels good to know you're not the only one affected.

The rumbling around Jimin’s cock has his throat let out low groans; his head falls back as his fingers squeeze your hand once before he lets go and buries it in your hair.

"Look at you. Such a stupid little cock slut." He groaned, watching drool leak from the corners of your mouth as he thrusted into you. Every hit of his cock against the back of your throat pushed tears into your eyes, eventually causing them to spill out onto your cheeks. "Fuck," he said through gritted teeth.

He knows he’s when he feels his cock throbbing vigorously. He grabs your hair into a fist, pulling you away from his cock, a thread of saliva and his wet slick attaching your lips and cock still.

“I want to fucking cum inside you, Y/N”

He pushed you back in the bed, so that you flat on your back, as Jimin hovers over you. You’d never seen his face this close. Jimin cradles the side of your face and slots his lips with yours for the first time.

It felt so good kissing Jimin.

He holds you gently as your lips glide together, his kiss completely opposite when it comes to oral sex. Gentle and light. He moves his lips with yours, tasting himself on your tongue and moaning into your mouth when he does. You pant against each other in between kisses, Jimin using the opportunity to bite and suck on your bottom lip until you're pushing yourself against him, seeking more.

He pulls away and gets up from the bed, discarding his hoodie off of his body, his body completely bare now. He hovers over you once again, this time groping your left tit in one hand, his thumb flicking over the sensitive nub, and rubbing your clit in the other.

"You want me to fuck you hard, don't you? You want me to fuck you like a slut, treat you like the dirty little whore that you are." He growled and roughly grabbed your thighs, pulling them apart, his cock aligned on your pussy. Youre a moaning mess, his assault on your breast and clit never stopping.

Just then you felt a sting on your left breast, making you yelp at the sensation.

“Answer me Y/N. You want me to use you good like a whore or not?” he growled.

“F-fuck Jimin y-yes please!” You whimpered, face contorted with need when not long after, you felt another slap on your other tit.

“Please what, bitch?” He asked, his hand not stopping the relentless abuse on your clit, when you feel him twist your nipple, demanding you to beg again. You could feel his rock hard cock poking your entrance.

“Please Jimin, fuck me like a needly little slut right now!” you whimpered, not caring about anything. You’ve wanted his cock for long now anyway.

Lining up, Jimin sunk his throbbing cock inside of you, the angle of the position letting him sink until he was fully inside of you, the glide was easy from how sloppy wet you were.

"I've always wanted you, you know..." he pants loudly as he continues to thrust in you. "Such a shame that you never let me have this pussy before.”

He kept one hand on your hip and another pressed into your shoulder to keep you in place as he finally let go, pounding into you with all the force he had. Every ounce of pent up lust and confusion he had for you all these months came pouring out through the fervor of his thrusting. The way you moaned his name sent chills up his spine.

The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the squelch of your pussy dripping and coating Jimin’s cock.

“You're so tight... So wet and tight around my cock. Fuck!" He growled and his thrusts became erratic as he began to slam deeper and faster into your tight hole.

"You’re... So... Fucking..” He reaches forward and grabs your throat, squeezing gently. "fucking... tight… Fuck!”

He could feel you squeeze him, and he dug his fingers Tightening on your throat.

"Do you wanna cum, baby?"

"Fuck jimin please!" you sputtered. "Please let me cum."

Jimin slapped your cheeks, feeling his own orgasm approaching as he thrusted into you in an animalistic pace. He starts to rub your clit furiously once again.

"Cum, you little whore. Cum all over my cock like a good girl." He growled, his filthy words finally making you snap.

Jimin had you screaming and writhing as he fucked you through your orgasm, Sweat was beading at his forehead and glistened across his chest and back, chasing his high. Jimin leaned down to press his body against yours as his hips continued to snap into you.

Jimin moaned against your skin as he reached his release, painting your walls for the first time. "Oh fuck," he moaned, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. Jimin collapsed on his back beside you, eyes fluttering shut as he watched stars shoot behind his eyelids. You were still panting and he felt your quivering vibrate through the mattress. Both of you, utterly spent.

“…dont you have to go..?” you finally ask him, after gaining enough energy to speak. His eyes opened up, looking at your beautiful face red, hair fucked up, makeup melted down your face, cum and sweat drenching your body from the pleasure he gave you.

“Why? you gonna steal steal another hoodie from my room after I go?” He jokes, tucking a strand of hair from your face behind your ear, watching your lips bloom a smile.

“Fuck you.” You roll your eyes.

“Already did.” Jimin smirks, pulling your body closer to his.

“And i will, in future.”

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[iamasimperyk]

Can professor rafe be a series of fics I love it ! It’s gotta be my favorite image him being jealous and he doesn’t give you the time a day since they fucked and he sees guys approaching y/n even getting turned on by her since she’s a flirt when she talks but doesn’t notice and rafe gets jealous and tells y/n to stay but she’s like mmm no thanks because now rafe gonna be the one having to go after her if he wants her

Thank you so much for your request💕 I already thought about making this into a series or at least write more one shots for this trope. So, if you have more ideas tell me all of them🤭I hope you like what I have made out of your request!

Regrets

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of sex, Mention of sexual acts, Angst, Fluff, Not proof-read, English is not my first language

Pairing: Professor!Rafe x Fem!Reader

How could you have been so stupid? Of course, Rafe ignored you since your last encounter, just like last time. Even if your crush on Rafe was big, you didn't want to be his fuck toy just for him to use whenever he wanted.

You started to ignore Rafe the same way he ignored you. During lectures, you focused and ran out of the classroom as quickly as possible when it was over.

You started to attend more parties and got to know some people—mostly boys. They desperately tried to get your attention, but you were too nice and pure to even notice. For you, they were nothing but nice and chill.

"Come on, give it back to me." You giggled, jumping up and down to snatch your book out of Lucas' hand.

You met Lucas and his friends at a party, and ever since then, you have been a part of their friend group.

"Mmm, Y/n/n, I think you are too short." He snickered and held your book up a little bit higher than before."

"Not true. Not everyone can be a giant like you." You tried to jump higher, your skirt rising up more, almost exposing your panties.

Lucas handed you the book and sat down before he pulled you onto his lap.

"Ey, she already sat on your lap this morning," Nick, another one of the group, spoke up.

"It's my turn. I couldn't even bring Y/n/n to one of her lectures today." A third one answered.

Before anyone else could say something you decided to speak up, "Boys, it's okay, there is enough for everyone."

You couldn't help but giggle. Everything was nothing but a big joke to you, and in your opinion, the boys were just acting silly.

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Rafe felt pure anger when he saw how close you got to those boys. He couldn't believe you were too dumb to notice how whipped all of them were for you. They wanted to get in your pants, and you didn't even notice, always wearing those short little skirts and giggling like a bimbo.

But why would he care? He had a wife and a child. Whatever the two of you had was meaningless. Right?

At least, that was what he tried to tell himself, but the truth was, he was jealous. He never had been more jealous in his entire life. He had to have you.

"Ms. Y/l/n, please see me in my office in 5 minutes." He said in a strict tone as he walked past the group of friends.

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"What does Cameron want?" Liam, another boy, asked curious.

You just shrugged and stood up, taking your bag, "I have no idea. I will see you guys later."

You waved them goodbye before you made your way over to Rafe's office.

After you knocked, Rafe was quick to open the door and locked it after you entered.

"What do you want?" You asked a little annoyed.

"Who are your new friends?" Rafe rolled his eyes, sitting down in his leather chair.

You let out a little sigh, "I don't think that's any of your concern."

"Oh, but it is. You see, I thought things through. I want you, Y/n." Rafe admitted, looking straight into her eyes.

You let out a little laugh, "I wanted you too, but you fucked me, and then you ignored me, and then you did other sexual things with me, and then you ignored me again."

"I am sorry. What do you want me to say?" He raised his voice a little.

"You have a family. I suggest you live your life, and I will live mine," You mumbled, "I will see you tomorrow, Mr. Cameron."

You left the room, and a little tear ran down your cheek, which you wiped away quickly.

For the first time, you were the one to leave Rafe, and to be honest, it felt good.

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Rafe was shocked. His whole life, Rafe had always got what he wanted. This was the first time someone rejected him. He had to make a decision— you or his family. But deep down, Rafe already knew who he was going to pick.

That was how Rafe found himself in front of your dorm at 3. a.m.

You opened the door, letting out a yawn, "It's 3 o'clock what is so-" You immediately stopped talking when you saw who stood in front of you.

"Hi," He scratched the back of his head, "I am really sorry, Y/n. Please let me explain everything."

You wanted nothing more than to be angry but had always been a person to forgive easily.

"I hope your explanation is good enough to prevent me from sleeping." You mumble and let him in, glad your roommate slept at her boyfriend's.

"Oh, and I brought you some chocolate." He smiled a little, holding out the bag.

"I hate chocolate," You told him, sitting down on your bed, "Did you make sure no one saw you?"

He nodded, setting the back down with a sigh, "As I said, I am sorry how I treated you."

"Yeah, you already told me that a few times." You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

"My marriage has not been easy the past years. When I saw you for the first time, I immediately knew I had to have you. But it was wrong in so many ways, the age gap, the fact that I have a wife and a child." He started, sitting down on the bed as well.

"After I fucked you, it didn't know what to do anymore. I cheated on my wife, but I didn't regret it. I tried to ignore you, don't ask me why, maybe I was scared or just stupid, I don't know. Then you teased me during lecture, and I lost control over myself once again."

"That doesn't explain why you are here." You interrupted, fiddling with your fingers.

"I know, princess. After I saw you with those boys, I knew you wouldn't wait forever. I had to make a decision between you and a marriage I wasn't happy in. Y/n, I feel young with you, free, happy. It's risky and won't be easy but I want you." He cupped your cheeks.

You stared at him with wide eyes, "Oh my god. I destroyed your marriage."

Rafe quickly shook his head, "No, love. You just helped me do something I should have done a long time ago."

"But your child-" He interrupted you, "She would like you."

You had no words. Rafe wanted to be with you, for real this time.

"How do I know you won't ignore me once again tomorrow?" You asked, looking into his blue eyes.

"I guess you have to trust me one last time." He mumbled before he leaned in to kiss you.

"One last time, Rafe." You answered and closed the gap between the two of you.

After you pulled away, you smiled at him, "It's Saturday, can you stay with me?"

He nodded, "Of course, princess."

"And, Rafe?"

"Yes?"

"Could you pass me the chocolate?"

Rafe let out a chuckle. Of course.

[lotomber]

Hi lovely ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ may I request smth nsfw w/ dazai eating reader out while they’re face down ass up? while they’re wearing cute panties and he kinda teases them for it ! gn or fem please, and thank you so much (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

Hii anon! I hope you enjoy it. (≡^∇^≡)

Little Bunny!

Pairing: Dazai x Fem! Reader

Word count: ~550

Warnings: Nsfw, Oral(f receiving),Mdni, not proof read

After a long day of doing overtime on a case Dazai returns home late today. Keys jingled as he opened the apartment door, He entered the living room and found you reading a book. As soon as you saw him you kept the book down and rushed to hug him with a wide smile.

"Bella, you aren't asleep yet ?" he said as he returned your embrace.

"I was waiting for you, Are you tired? You are quite late today." you looked at him with your arm still around him.

"Hmm yes I was tired but not anymore." He leaned in your shoulder giving you butterfly kisses on your neck as he brushed your hair behind your ear.

"He he, Dazai that tickles." his pecks quickly turned into nibbling as he left red marks on your neck. You felt heat rushing throughout your body as his hands started caressing your thighs lifting up your skirt a bit. His tongue lightly brushing over the marks he made. His lips soon met yours in a passionate kiss. Until he slowly pulled away, panting "You look so delicious....I can't hold back anymore."

He swiftly lifted and carried you to the bedroom, passion filling the air with each step. He gently pushed you onto the bed. Removing your skirt, as he saw your cute bunny panties. Dazai looked at you with a smirk on his face, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He traced his finger over the lace of your panties, giggling as he saw your face turned bright red.

"Huh, what do we have here?" Dazai said innocently, playing dumb. "Is that... a bunny on your panties? How adorable. They almost look like they need a kiss." He turned you on your tummy as he moved his fingers on the hem of your panties teasing you.

"You're so adorable y'know So cute....yet so naughty!" He lifted your ass up kissing the bunny on your panties. You couldn't help but let out a low moan from the anticipation of what was about to come.

"Hmm Is my little bunny ready to feel good? I bet you would look even more adorable without these on~" As he tugged down your panties to your knees. He gently clawed your thighs opening your ass up, arching your back in a perfect curve with one of his hands. As he runs his tongue licking your wet folds. A long sigh escapes your mouth from the sensation of his tongue. He starts moving his tongue in circular motion on your clit. As you clench the sheets, pushing your face in the pillows trying to muffle your moans.

"Nah nah that won't do darling, I need to hear more of my little bunny's sweet voice." He lifts your face up a bit before going back to your pussy, plunging his tongue in your cunt, sucking and slurping all your juices mercilessly. "Ahh f..fu-ck Dazai I'm cumming."

"Shh just let me finish my meal"

You came all over his face as he sucked your clit a bit hard. He licked all your mess before looking at you again. You try to regain your breathe before speaking again "You're such a meanie always teasing me". Dazai let out a chuckle as he saw you pouting.

"Hmm But my little bunny loves it when I tease her, doesn't she~ "

A/N- Interactions and reblogs are appreciated!

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[writers-ex]

kinktober: tennis practice

tennis instructor!chaeryeong x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: dom!chaeryeong x bratty!reader, mommy kink, thigh riding, praise kink, dry humping, teasing, perverted thoughts

"again." one whack. "again." two whacks. "ugh again!" another whack. chaeryeong sighs and motions you to stop. "look i know its hard but you've got this princess i believe in you. why don't we take a ten-minute break?" nodding you drop to the floor and lay flat against the concrete thankful to catch your breath.  

it's not that chaeryeong had anything against you but rather that she wanted to make sure you did good enough to make your parents happy which made you happy and in turn made her happy. these past few sessions of tennis practice haven't been easy but she saw your rapid improvement and wanted to see how far you could go. however today's session had been rougher than others and well... there was no one to blame but yourself, at least that's what she kept telling herself. you arrived to practice early as usual helping her set up for today but when you came out of the locker room she almost tripped on her own feet. never had she seen you wearing a short white tennis skirt and tight crop top to practice, it was always your favorite pair of booty shorts and loose shirt so what made today different? seeing you sprawled out on the floor her eyes can't help but wander up your body as she eyes your figure, lingering at the patch of exposed stomach you're showing. to make matters worst your heavy panting and the light breeze cooling you off ends up doing more harm than good as your skirt lifts to show her a glimpse of your panties.

trying to compose herself and not imagine more dirty scenarios you both could be doing she clears her throat to get your attention. "i-i'm going inside to get some water do you want anything?" you sit up to face her having your legs spread up to feel the air and stretch a bit, looking up at her with wide innocent eyes you shake your head.

"no i'm good chae." nodding she quickly makes a beeline inside hoping to shake off the thought of you eating out of her against the wall. inside the locker room, she grabs a drink of water and rests her head against the wall. 

"calm down, it's just an outfit nothing more. it's just an outfit nothing more. it doesn't hug her body really well, her ass isn't that visibly seen-oh shit." feeling a wet pool begin to spread she rolls her eyes and groans. "what's wrong with me??"

"nothing, i'm just thankful my efforts finally were noticed by you for once." startled by your voice chaeryeong jumps and sees you with a knowing smirk leaning against the entrance of the locker room. "you didn't lock the door 'teach' but i just did~" walking closer to her with newfound confidence as she tries to shrink into the wall you place a hand on the side to cage her in. "for the past few months that we've been training together did it never occur to you that i thought of you more than just an instructor? that i worked extra hard for our session to make you happy?"

"b-but your parents told-"

"don't you remember how badly i didn't want to come here? how i protested loudly outside the club and the next day i became as soft and gentle as a sheep? why else other than seeing you chaeryeong and then figuring out that you were going to be my personal trainer?" letting out a happy laugh you stroke her cheek. "that and the secret glances at my legs when i take breaks or when you tell me to watch my form?" pinching her cheek you shake your head. "i'm not dumb chae but clearly you-" cutting you off with a crash of your lips together she grabs your face and switches positions so your back was against the wall while she was the one caging you in. 

"clearly you know what i want and that outfit of yours wasn't helping." guiding your hand to the now very wet pool in her sweatpants she scoffs. "what are you going to do about it princess? will you follow my special training or are you going to keep acting out?" eyes widen at how wet she was you excitedly nod eagerly to follow instructions. "good." letting go of you she goes to a nearby bench and spreads her legs open. patting her thigh she motions you to sit. "come on sit on mommy's lap." racing over you sit on her lap and wait quietly. positioning you so that your clit was directly on her covered thigh she holds your bare waist tightly. "good girls don't get to feel good unless they show mommy how badly they want me. you were teasing mommy too much so now you're going to have to get off from my thigh and then we'll see." lifting up your skirt so she has a better view of your panties she looks at you with a smug smile. "really? care bear panties? what are you five?" embarrassed at your poor choice of underwear you bury your head in her neck whining. 

"don't make fun of me i didn't have time to buy anything nice i just put on a skirt and my tightest shirt hoping you would rip everything off me..." chuckling she strokes your hair.

"and i will...once you ride my thigh." starting to bounce her leg she repeatedly hits your hole feeling its wetness with each bounce. "look mommy is already doing the work go on and ride me princess i know you want to~" moaning at the action you nod mindlessly and sit upright. using her shoulders for support you start to match her bounces with your grinding feeling a jolt of pleasure with each bounce. feeling your panties get soaked through chaeryeong stops her movements to watch you start to grind faster and faster eager to ease the knot growing in your lower body. "that's it princess keep going ride out your pleasure don't hold back." whispering into your ear she starts to kiss your neck leaving little love bites around your collar. slowing your movements to feel her hot breath against your collar she slaps your ass making you yelp. "did i tell you to stop? cum on my thigh or i'm walking out of here right now." 

"no!!" like a light switch you start rubbing yourself against her thigh feeling her tense up to allow you better movement. grabbing her chin you pull her in for a kiss as you feel yourself cum over your panty and her thigh after grinding on her for so long. satisfied she strokes your shivering body and pulls away cupping your face she coos at you.

"good girl~ mommy is so proud of the mess you made." tugging at your panty waistline she moves her fingers inside to rub your clit. "so wet! i guess we'll have to cancel today's lesson to clean you up." leaning in she rubs slower to whisper into your ear. "we won't be needing clothes for round two."

[gennyanydots]

A Normal Life

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!reader

A song fic warmup before I start on my two fics for the #love is in the air tgm challenge.

Fic inspired by the song “Normal Life” by July for Kings.

Masterlist

Bradley was nervous. He knew he probably had nothing to worry about. Probably. You’d been together for two years. This was inevitable, but there’s always that quiet voice in the back of his mind whispering to him that this isn’t the life he deserves. He isn’t meant to have the life his parents missed out on. If they wouldn’t have it then why should he get it? You’ve quieted his fears on more than one occasion but it’s still always there whispering.

His palms are damp no matter how many times he’s wiped them on his pants as he waits. He told you to meet him at the beach at 8. He knew most likely you’d be late. You can’t be on time to save your life. You’d been shocked when he didn’t get mad at you the first time you made him late somewhere. Why would he? You still got where you were going. Who cares if you were late?

He feels like he’s going to crawl out of his skin while he’s waiting. This is partially his fault. He got here early. He got here early AND knew you’d be late. Just putting himself through extra torture. He could go and wait with his friends. They’re a little bit aways from him, waiting for the big show. He told them he wanted to be alone though. To sort through his thoughts.

He hops up and down a couple times to try and burn some of that excess energy off. It doesn’t help. He shuts his eyes and takes a few deep breaths before he hears someone walking in the sand towards him and places a hand on his left shoulder.

“Calm down, Rooster. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Bradley rolls his eyes. Wrong. There’s a lot of things to worry about, “Untrue.”

Maverick chuckles, “And what exactly is there to worry about?”

“What if she says no? What if she hates the ring? What if she’s just been going along with this relationship for fun and she actually hates me?”

Maverick shakes his head, “Your girl saying no to you? I don’t think she’s ever done that before. She stares at you like you hung the moon. She hangs off every word you say. Hell, she laughs at your dumb jokes.”

Bradley shrugs, “At least someone around here thinks I’m funny.”

Maverick laughs and ruffles Bradley’s hair, “If she hates the ring take this one back and get a new one but I’m pretty positive she’ll love it. You were smart getting Amelia to drag her to the mall and make her look at rings. Casually. Like she couldn’t guess why she was being dragged from jewelry store to jewelry store.”

“That wasn’t even my idea!” Bradley says exasperatedly.

“Just sayin’. Your girl could never just go along with a relationship. She’s too stubborn. And not that good of an actress. Someone would have caught on by now. She’s not faking her feelings for you. She loves you. So much. Head over heels. To the end of the earth. Forever and ever kind of love. Even if you do forget to take out the trash sometimes and put things up too high on the shelves for her to reach,” Maverick says with a grin.

Bradley grumbles, “I got her a step ladder.”

A pair of headlights pull into the small parking lot.

“Show time. Don’t mess up,” Maverick says and shakes Bradley’s shoulder before letting go and calling over his shoulder, “Don’t think. Just do.” He hurries back to wherever the rest of his friends are.

Bradley takes a deep breath. Don’t think. Just do. It’s still some bullshit advice but it’s all he’s got.

You get out of your car, looking beautiful in a pair of rolled up jeans and one of his hoodies. Bradley loves it when you wear his clothes. An unspoken claim that he revels in.

You walk up to him with a smile on your face and he opens his arms for you to step into, which you do and fling your arms around his middle.

He smiles when he hears a muffled, “Missed you today.” from his chest and he kisses the top of your head.

“Missed you too, babe,” he says as he buries his face in your hair and takes a deep, calming breath. Your presence has always calmed him. Quieted his racing mind. Gave him a soft place to land. A home for his heart.

“Did you just sniff me?” he hears you ask and he laughs.

“Yeah, I did. I like that new shampoo you’re using. Smells nice,” he says against your hair.

“That’s weird, Bradley. Stop sniffing me,” you say and playfully push at his chest but he just holds you tighter. He just needs a few more seconds. He closes his eyes and to himself in barely a whisper, making sure it’s too quiet for you to hear, says, “Talk to me, dad.”

He thinks of his very few and fleeting memories of his parents together. How happy he remembers them being, regardless of how much time they spent apart. His mother’s smile that was always plastered on her face when she was even talking about his dad, even after his death. They truly were meant for each other. He always wondered why his mom never remarried. Never even tried to date after losing his father. He gets it now.

He loosens his arms from around you and takes a half step back and lets his hands run along your arms until he finds your hands and holds onto them both as he squeezes them gently. Your eyes look up to meet his and he sees a soft smile on your face and he takes a steadying breath.

“When I was in my 20’s I thought being alone was best for me. Forming any kind of attachments was hard. Making friends was hard. I was convinced that whoever I cared for would leave me in some way or another. I didn’t understand why I needed anyone. I was upset. Mad at the world. I started to wonder why I was so miserable. I tried to remember back to my happiest times as a child and as hard as it was to admit, it was whenever I was surrounded by people. By my parents. By their friends. By Maverick. By my childhood friends. I also remembered what I dreamed for myself. It wasn’t anything extravagant. Just a normal life. A fast plane. A pretty wife. Some children of our own. A house to settle down in until they’re grown. Then maybe a house out on the beach. The American dream,” Bradley said then slipped down onto one knee still holding your hands and looks up into your eyes, which ho notices are filled with tears. “Do you want to live a normal life with me?”

He hears a soft sob then, “A normal life? With Bradley Bradshaw? That’s a dream come true.”

He grins and pulls you down to him, which knocks you off balance and you end up sprawled on top of him. He wraps his arms around you and covers your face in kisses while your giggle fill the night air.

“What’d she say?” Bradley hears yelled towards the two of you.

“Yes!” You yell from on top of him and you laugh when you hear the cheers off in the distance.

Bradley grins and rolls you off of him and sits up before grabbing the little black velvety box from his pocket. You smile as you hold out your hand. He places the ring on your finger and you pull back your hand to look at it.

“This looks familiar,” you say with a laugh.

“That wasn’t my idea!” He says and stands up then offers you a hand to help you up.

You let him help you then snuggle into his side, “I don’t believe you, Mr. Bradshaw.”

Bradley shrugs as he leads you over to your group of friends, “Believe what you want, Mrs. Bradshaw.”

[bambinotattoo]

Hey everyone, I hoper you have a great day today. Treat yourself and each other great today.

So this past weekend I wasn’t feeling that well, not well at all. Which Is kinda rare honestly, either way. Over the last few weeks/days I have been noticing myself experiencing episodes of light headedness and even passed out a time or two. Which is effin scary cause I live along ( future Mommy, now is the perfect opportunity to tell me it’s okay, your here to take care of me!! “A boy can dream”.

So as you can imagine passing out and falling down can be pretty dangerous, actually crashed into my bedside table on Saturday and broke it into PIECES. CHIPPED A BONE IN MY HAND TOO. I’m not a big fan of hospitals and all of that, but thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to go and just make sure things are okay. Being a full time diapered baby, sometimes it can be tricky. I generated speaking will only go if I have a friend or sitter to kind of help be a buffer. Just in case I say something dumb, or someone gets suspicious. I will also usually change into a “Normal” diaper and avoid wearing anything to “babyish”. Just easier that way.

Well, lol, this weekend I was feeling so gnarly that decided they can think what they want…I am coming comfortable and as myself. I was wearing a pink Princess with a booster, a bright blue onesie and some pastel blue full zip and baby patterned pair of footed Jammie’s. Fuck it, right. Lol. As well, the only diaper bag I had packed was my pink clear acrylic see through backpack style one. To put it lightly, it was Halloween in my bubble and boy did I get the stares and looks. I just put my paci in and ignored them. Thankfully the waiting room was fast and I was taken back with in 15-20 minutes

By the time I was escorted back, I had filled my diaper almost to the point of leaking. Hell I was sure the front desk girl could hear me release embarrassed pee pee streams the whole time we checked in. Which always happens. A great way to know if your really got me flustered is immediate bladder evacuation, followed my a beat red face and a goofy smile. The nurse that brought me to my room was trying to mind her own business and just get on with things, but offered to help get me into a gown since there were s many snaps on the Jammie’s. She then discovered the onesie, which of course had been leaked on showing I was blatantly a helpless little pissy pants. I ended up just standing there silent, looking scared to death I’m sure, while this attractive woman near my age stripped me of my baby clothes exposing just my saggy, stinky, diaper. And a pink baby one at that. She looked up at me with a little distaste and I started wimpering. She quickly began to console me and wrapped me in the gown and had me sit down.

“I know it’s none of my business, but that diaper is pretty wet isn’t it”

“Um, y…ye…yea”. As I started getting more upset.

“Hey little guy, it’s okay, it’s okay. Is that your diaper bag over there”

“Um, yes. Yes it is.”

“Okay, here in a lilts while when I get a few seconds would you mind if I changed you?”

This wasn’t the first times something like this happened, it pretty common. Just never had I come to a medical situation with this much ABDL swag before. She just smiled and told me to try and calm down and things would be just fine. She exited the room and I was left alone awaiting the doctor and etc

The first doctor came and went, nothing to crazy, but wanted me to consider seeing a Urologist while there. I sure maybe, but knew it was a no.

Several minutes later and the fist nurse came back in and closed the curtains behind her.

“Okay little guy, let’s get you more comfortable…huh?”

I just nodded and signaled for my diaper bag. I pulled out a Tykeables, my wipes, powder, and desitin as I had been nursing a rash for a few days. She giggled at the powder and ointment and said I need to make sure and change more often to ovoid that. I told her I know, and joked about needing a full time caregiver to make sure.

She actually popped my paci in, gave me a smile and told me to relax, and everything will be done quickly. I couldn’t tell her that I loved being changed without sounding like a creep so I just smirked, laid back, and started rhythmicly sucking my pink pacifier. She got the VERY wet diaper untapped and began to wipe me down with the SUPER cold wipes (I’m used to my wipe warmer). Right as she was going to slide the new diaper unde me and as she was saying

“Okay, life your butt”

There was suddenly commotion near the screen that separated my spread eagle bottom with a diaper being slide under, and anyone walking past and or etc. she immediately shouted

“Hey, hey…I’m busy in here…DO NOT COME IT. Private private stop”

And guess what, they did not stop. To my horror and here annoyance the doctor from earlier and THREE resident doctors started piling in. He saw what was going on and didn’t care at all. I am laying there, more red faced than I had even been while getting a change while the doctors just hung out waiting for her to finish. I tried closing my eyes to block out the more than uncomfortable situation, right up until when the doctor said

“So, why are your wearing diapers that look like that? Aren’t those the like fetish ones people wear?

The doctors and nurse changing me all tried not to laugh.

I wasn’t able to communicate that well through the fog of humiliation but did manage something to the effect of…

“I don’t like it when they leak. These kinds are thicker and make me feel more secure.”

The doctor made his snide remarks the nurse finished up and I was dry, and covered again. After a battery of tests the doctor wasn’t concerned about my passing out and all that, but did want to keep me for 24 hours for observation. I argued and pleaded to not be held over, but the decision had already been made and there was already a bed on the 8th floor being prepared. The nurse that changed me went out above and beyond and explained that she was talk to the nurses station where I’m going and let them know of my special needs, that way there wouldn’t be any confusion. I asked if I could have a friend bring some some supplies because I only had 1 more diaper in my bag and my onesie wasn’t the cleanest. I did, and my friend Ashley who babysat a occasionally was giving to drop by later with a care package.

After getting up to my room I began calming down and accepting the situation I was going to make the best of it. Around that time a nurse I hadn’t met yet comes in knocking and wanted to introduce herself and figure out all the details and etc.

“H there, Eric? Yes hello, my name is Nora and I willl be your nurse tonight and until 6am or so. I hear your an extra special little one, yea? Lol.

I really didn’t know what to say or what she expected me to say, but I just smiled blushingly and nodded my head.

“You really are a shy one, they were kidding. Lol. Okay, so, this is a hospital, I am a nurse, and diapers and changes are absolutely normal and nothing weird! I hear you like the babyish ones and even the cute toddler clothes too”.

Still blushing, she just smiled and started coming near me.

“Well, let’s just see what we have going on, shall we? I will be checking you everytime I’m in the room. So just be prepared for it. Are you used to that or are diapers a new thing”

What ya think, y’all want the rest?

[blackcatbard]

im so sorry this turned out so long

so idk if anyone has ever gathered this, but i might have some self esteem issues.

for a long time i wore Jeans And A T-shirt, with a hoodie if it was cold. in middle and early high school i was never really a tom boy, but i rejected a lot of feminine things because it felt easier to say i didnt enjoy it rather than say it was because i think i'd look bad/stupid wearing it.

as i got older and left high school, i still have a bit of anxiety about wearing anything other than pants and a shirt, but ive started inching my way towards trying out fashion styles ive been interested in for a while, particularly kawaii style and its various sub categories. youve probably seen that i draw my persona in cute shirts and skirts and thigh highs and hair accessories, but up until very recently the bravest thing i did was finally convincing myself i could wear a skirt. i still get nervous that im just not the kind of person who can pull some of the styles im interested in off, especially because im someone who doesnt wear make up and isnt interested in ever learning how to wear make up.

one thing ive always loved and wanted to wear was thigh highs, but it almost scared me to even think about actually trying to wear them. well, i needed some new shoes, and while i was ordering some the site i was on also offered different kinds of socks... including thigh highs.

my order of a new pair of boots and three different pairs of thigh high socks came in today. and its kind of embarrassing to admit but...

im still really nervous to wear them out, my first opportunity to do so being friday. but right now, im wearing them as i lay in bed, kicking my legs and wiggling my toes and getting really... idk emotional? i had a strange moment of, for lack of better term, euphoria when i first put them on.

its a small step, and it seems really silly. but, i cant help but feel like some part of me might finally be healing a little bit. that sounds really dramatic and dumb but kdjdhdk idk.

i just like my new socks.

[thecollectionsof]

On the bakery AU for the hell of it...

Crystal loves the Wednesday special, and it's always something she looks forward to after a long day of lectures.

Gigi doesn't work Wednesdays that often, so she's caught off guard by Crystal seemingly being a regular that's got a particular order that gets started the moment the door chimes from her arrival. Crystal doesn't mind the waiting though, happy to tell Gigi of the genius modifications she's made to the special (it's chocolate syrup).

i got through one ask of yours where i didn't write a full fic and i count that as a win!!! we're back to normal though. so here's gigi and crystal meeting in the bakery au. what happens next?

The bell chimes at 4:40pm, and Gigi takes the time to brush the front of her apron off roughly with her hands before turning to look at the customer. 

She’s met by a girl wearing the busiest outfit she’s seen all day, but miraculously she’s able to make it work. A patterned pink shirt that’s obviously merch for something was tucked into a pair of pants with flower patches traveling up one leg and fringe sticking out at odd angles, and this girl has an actual, real, goddamned mullet. 

She also has one of the prettiest smiles that Gigi’s ever seen, but that's besides the point.

Gigi only realizes she’s taken too long to greet this colorful customer when she cocks her head, polite but questioning. 

“Hi, um, what do you want?” she starts, then cringes. “I mean—sorry that came out wrong, I’m just really scatterbrained today”—right now, because she can’t stop looking at this girl, but whatever—“hi, welcome to Jackie’s! What can I get for you today?”

The other girl laughs, and it’s small and polite but it’s also adorable and lights up her face. Gigi wants to make her laugh again.

“I haven’t seen you here before, you must be new! Hi, I’m Crystal, and it’s a Wednesday so gimme what you got.” Crystal heaves a painted messenger bag onto a chair at the bar and fixes Gigi with another smile. 

And she thought the only customer that made her feel butterflies was Nicky. Crystal seemed intent on proving that wrong, and her little innocent smile proves that she doesn’t even know what she’s doing.

“I don’t have anything waiting for a Crystal, should I just make you a Wednesday special?” The fact that they had never given it a name was always dumb to her, but according to Jackie there was a regular who thought it was funny. Gigi can see why she wouldn’t change it, if this was the person she was talking about.

“Yeah, and! Add some chocolate syrup to it, please.” She smiles again, and Gigi smiles back.

“Okay! One Wednesday special with chocolate syrup, anything else?” 

“Uhhh…” she trails off, looking down at the pastries. Her eyes eventually settle on a cookie that Gigi had set out not even 15 minutes ago, one that looks like a cat wearing glasses. (Jackie was allowing her more creative freedom with the cookies, and she thought it would be fun.) “Wait, this one is so cute!” 

Gigi can feel herself start to blush, so she ducks her head a bit, pretending to be very intently entering something on the screen in front of her. 

“Thanks, I, uh, I made that one. I thought he would be cute, and I’m glad you like him. It. I’m glad you like it. The cookie.”

Smooth, Gigi. At this point you should’ve just told her that you name them.

“He’s very cute! I’d like him too, please.”

Don’t say his name is Wilbur. Don’t say his name is Wilbur. Whatever you do, don’t say his name is—

“—Wilbur.”

Okay, sure. Fucking hell.

Crystal cocks her head to the side once again, letting out another little laugh. It’s tinged with confusion, and Gigi knows that her face has gone bright red. At this point, though, she’s more focused on trying to suppress the embarrassed tears that are threatening to gather. This is why she doesn’t talk to pretty girls. She only just got okay at talking to Nicky, and then of course another pretty girl has to walk in and ruin all of her progress. Ugh.

“My name’s Crystal?”

God fucking—

“No, that’s—Wilbur’s, um… I name the cookies. And that’s… Wilbur. Sorry, I didn’t mean to—it just slipped out. Yeah.”

“Oh!” Crystal’s smile grows wider. “Then I’ll have one Wilbur, please!”

And of course this girl was still so nice even after she messed up the conversation in fifty different ways. 

“Okay, uh, that’ll be $6.50, please.” Gigi watches her pay, and then watches her drop a few dollars in the tip jar. She didn’t know why she was tipping her after all of this, but she wouldn’t say no to a nice tip.

“Okay, perfect, I’ll get that for you in a sec.”

Crystal slides into the stool that previously held her bag, her eyes still resting on Gigi. “The Wednesday special is my favorite, I always come get it after classes,” she starts, and Gigi can hear the rhythmic thumping of her feet kicking against the wood of the bar. “It tastes so much better with chocolate syrup, though, and I’ve been trying to get Jackie to change it to have the chocolate syrup in it already for like, forever, but she keeps saying no.” Crystal pouts a little but, and Gigi suddenly feels like maybe she should talk to Jackie. And just ask. It’s the nice thing to do.

“Yeah?” she prompts, half focusing on making the drink in front of her. “It seems really sweet.”

“It is! But it’s really good!” Crystal says, before rummaging around in the bag again. She pulls out five dollars and slides it over the bar towards her. “I don’t know if you get free drinks, but here. Try it and tell me if you liked it next time, okay?” 

Gigi doesn’t take it. “You don’t have to—”

“Either I’m paying for you to try it so you don’t spend your own money, or I'm just paying you to try it, but either way this is for you. Take it!” She picks up the bill and wiggles it towards her enticingly. She takes it with a smile that feels too fond and familiar for just having met this girl, but she doesn't care to stifle it.

“Okay, okay, I will! I promise.” She reaches up and grabs the bill, tucking it into the pocket of her apron. “So, you come in every Wednesday?” she asks, sliding Wilbur across the bar on a little plate before returning her focus to getting the chocolate drizzle on top to look perfect.

Crystal breaks off one of Wilbur’s legs and pops it into her mouth. “Mhm!” she starts, then chews for a second and swallows. “Can’t stay away. I swear, Jackie has to beat me out of here with a stick for ‘distracting the customers’ sometimes, but. I’m a customer too, I’m allowed!” She has a shit-eating grin, and Gigi sighs in secondary exasperation, but she can’t fight the smile off her face. 

“Oh, so you’re a troublemaker?” Gigi quirks an eyebrow, and they make eye contact over the decorations Jackie had put in front of the various machines to make it feel more homey. 

“Only when I want to be,” she replies with a wink. She breaks off Wilbur’s head and pops it into her mouth, making a little happy noise as she does so.

Maybe Gigi should pick up more Wednesday shifts. 

They chat aimlessly for a while longer, but eventually both the mug and the plate are empty. Crystal packs up the sketchbook she had been doodling in when Gigi had to actually do her job, and as she slides off the stool she flashes Gigi one last bright grin over her shoulder.

“Try the coffee. You’ll like it, trust me, Gigi!”

And she walks out, just like that. Gigi tries to pretend like her heart doesn’t pick up at the sound of her name falling from Crystal’s lips for a moment, but she eventually gives in, letting herself feel giddy. It’s nice to have a little crush sometimes, something which she’s reminded of when she sees Nicky every morning.

Gigi hesitates for only a second before she grabs another cup, pushing away the little voice in her head that says that it was stupid. She looks down at it, then grabs the chocolate syrup. 

“What the fuck, why not?” she whispers to herself, then prepares a second Wednesday special, Crystal style.

She takes a moment when it’s finished to look around, as if someone would catch her and think it’s weird, but naturally, no one does. She takes a small sip, ready to see what Crystal was so proud of creating. 

Her nose scrunches up, and she puts the cup back down. It’s way too sweet.

[slvt4tristan]

my biggest rival

pairing: tristan dugray x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff

description: you and tristan have been competing academically at chilton for years, and it’s not exactly like you two have a peachy relationship. translation: you hate each other. however, you’re forced to work on a final group project together that’s worth a huge chunk of your grade. both stressed out from finals season, maybe it’s time to find a new thing to compete and see who’s better at, something that satisfies the both of you way more than schoolwork.

warnings: 16+ only, smut, blow job, face sitting

notes: i feel like i got way too carried away with this one but oh well… i’ve been getting a ton of requests to write more after my first story and i’m sorry this one took so long <333

You’ve come to the conclusion that Tristan Dugray is impossible. Today you were invited (more like forced) to come to his house to work on a final project. However, he seems hellbent on doing anything and everything he can to slow your progress. You didn’t understand how he got such good grades, good enough to rival even yours, if he had such a devil-may-care attitude about schoolwork. God, he annoyed you so much, and at a time when you already had so much stress built up from final exams, you were at your breaking point.

“Stop being so tightly wound,” Tristan scoffed, “I bet this is your first time in a boy’s room” He was seated next to you on his bed. He was wearing a white dress shirt with the buttons mostly undone. Your eyes drifted every now and then to his defined chest muscles. A pencil was tucked behind his ear.

“As opposed to you, who fucks every living thing, probably doesn’t even make them cum, and never looks their way again,” you responded bitterly, not taking your eyes off your notes.

“Oh? What makes you think I don’t make the girls I sleep with cum?” he suddenly shut his notebook, which he was only pretending to write in, and sat up at attention. Of course now that you two were talking about your sex lives, he was attentive and ready to participate.

“Just a hunch about guys like you.”

“Guys like me?” There was a hint of teasing in his voice, egging you on.

“The hot popular kids everyone wants to fuck, and when they finally get a chance, the sex is disappointing and the guy is gone in the morning.”

“I’m a guy that everyone wants to fuck?” he asked in a cocky tone, inching closer to you, almost breathing in your ear. “Including you?”

“No chance in hell.” You quickly shot back, but not before he saw your flustered complexion and nervous fidgeting.

“Hmm, I’m not sure if I believe that,” he replied, “Let me make a proposition to you. Since you claim I suck so bad in bed, let’s have a little bet. If you win, I’ll help you with this dumb project.”

“What’s the bet?” You said, gulping.

“Let’s see how fast we can make each other cum. I’ll time it. Judging by how visibly tense your shoulders are, you need a major stress reliever.”

You hated the fact that he was right. Everything had been weighing down on you so hard that you felt badly stretched thin. Plus, he wasn’t a bad looking guy. There wasn’t really any harm in this… right?

“I’ve never been one to shy away from a wager, but… one question. What happens if you win?”

“Let’s just say I get a special request from you.” He smirked.

“Deal. Uh, who should go first?” You found yourself more nervous than expected now that the real thing was getting closer.

“Ladies first is what I always say.” Tristan grinned, retrieving a pulling out his phone to set the stopwatch.

Huh, I guess the best strategy would be to suck him off, you thought to yourself. You gently lowered yourself onto the floor in front of Tristan, finding a comfortable position on your knees. Looking up at Tristan, you could tell he was getting flustered at the sight of you kneeling for him. You smiled to yourself. He was cute with sweaty hands and red cheeks. You reached up and pulled the zipper down on his khaki pants. He was wearing checkered boxers, and the tip of his dick had leaked a patch of pre-cum onto them. You wrapped your fingers around his clothed clock, making him let out a breathy groan. His head was tilted back, lips open, and adam’s apple showing on his throat. You couldn’t deny it, you liked what you saw. You pulled down his underwear and revealed his hard, needy dick. Quickly, you took the tip in your mouth and massaged it with your warm tongue.

“Agh, y/n, please!” He shouted, his brows knitted together in pleasure.

His moans turned you on too, and soon you shifted to place your knee underneath your clothed clit. You began slowly rubbing yourself up and down against your own leg, feeling the tingly vibrations and warm pleasure waves make their way throughout your body. You took him fully in your mouth, licking up and down his shaft whilst sucking. Every now and then you would moan against his dick, sending vibrations up the sensitive body part. He was thrusting his hips now, desperate.

“You’re good at this babygirl, just a little bit more!”

The nickname increased the pulsating sensation in your clit, you desperate for him. You began bobbing your head at a merciless pace, bringing him closer to orgasm. He let out a strangled moan, yelling a mixture of affectionate nicknames and your name. His hot cum shot down your throat, which you swallowed quickly.

“Did you swallow my cum?” He asked, still breathing heavily, while reaching over to stop the timer.

You nodded, wiping around your mouth and standing.

“Fuck, I really like you.”

You felt crimson reach your cheeks.

“I- thanks, um… what’s the time?”

“3 minutes and 17 seconds,” he said sheepishly.

“Not bad.” You commented, shrugging.

“Ready for your turn? I saw you humping your leg while you were giving me a blowjob, you must really want me, huh?” Of course he had to be as cocky as ever throughout this whole process.

“Shut up.” You responded, taking the initiative to straddle his lap, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“Eager.”

You chuckled. For a second, everything froze. You were seated on top of him, gazing into his deep blue eyes. Your gaze drifted to his lips: plump, soft, pink. Was kissing allowed when the stopwatch wasn’t on? Would he think it was weird? Were you the only one who didn’t really care about the bet anymore, and just wanted to have more of him?

“Kiss me, beautiful.” He breathed out.

You closed your eyes and leaned in. His lips were warm and plush against yours. You kissed again and again, lazily making out. He bit your bottom lip gently and tugged on it, causing you to jump and move closer to him. One of his hands moved to your lower back, and the other just below your breasts. He slid his tongue into your mouth. The hot muscle licked against your own, slowly massaging each other. You began slowly grinder against his forming bulge, clit feeling delicious friction. Finally he broke away, and you felt embarrassed for your indulgence.

“Baby, as good as you taste, I kinda wanna eat something else,” he groaned, reaching over to set the stopwatch.

You were surprised. You never really thought of him as the type to eat pussy. You had had a few choice sexual encounters before, but you were still a virgin, and had never been eaten out. However, you had… read some things. So, of course, you weren’t about to say no.

“Let me undress you?” Tristan asked.

You nodded in consent. He lifted off your shirt, revealing an intricate cream-colored bra decorated with a bow and lace.

“You wore lingerie to my house?” He chuckled.

“N-no, it’s—I wear this all the time.” You lied.

“Don’t be shy. It’s exactly what I like to see, babygirl.”

Feeling emboldened, you grabbed his hands and placed them on the breasts. In response, he squeezed them and began playing with your tits.

“Did you like that too?”

“Yeah, I did. You have cute tits. I wanna see more.”

He reached behind your back and unclipped your bra with one hand. You had the urge to cover up your naked breasts, but Tristan quickly began sucking on them. He pulled away to rid you of your pants. When you had stripped down to just a pair of underwear, he pressed the base of his palm against your clit and started with circular motions. He then slid your panties down and pocketed them discreetly.

“Sit on my face,” he said, lying back flat on his bed and smirking.

Oh, this was going to be fun. You straddled him and slowly lowered your pussy onto his mouth. You could feel his hot breath sending shivers straight to your clit. You relaxed and placed all your weight on Tristan’s face. He licked a stripe across your cunt, testing the waters. It felt like bliss when his warm tongue met your clit.

“More!” You whimpered.

You could feel Tristan smiling against your core. He grabbed your hips, shifting you forward so that you clit rested on the tip of his nose. Then, his tongue plunged into you. He began a merciless pace of fucking you with his tongue, hitting your g-spot consistently. You began to drag yourself up and down, his nose providing friction for your clit. Soon you were desperately riding his face as he thrust into you with his tongue.

“T-tristan, I’m getting close!” You stuttered, your mind had gone dumb from pleasure.

“I know baby,” he groaned against you.

He slid his tongue out of you and brought it up to your clit. This time he laid it completely flat against you, inviting you to use him however you wanted to get off. You bucked your hips against his tongue, sliding up and down until your climax started to build.

“I’m cumming!” You yelled.

A string of moans which mostly consisted of “Oh, Tristan!” left your mouth. You gushed onto his face. Slowly, you lifted yourself off him and laid down on his right, panting and cunt aching with pleasure. Tristan was good. He casually laced his fingers with yours.

“So… was it okay?”

“Not just okay,” you giggled.

He grinned at you, cheeks dusted with red, and sat up to check the stopwatch. Glee spread across his face.

“3 minutes and 11 seconds,”

You cursed under your breath. Now all the embarrassing things Tristan might make you do at school were racing through your mind.

“Alright, lay it on me. What’s my punishment? Please don’t make me wear something ridiculous,” you snorted.

Glancing over at Tristan, you realized he had a more serious expression on his face, and wasn’t laughing with you. He looked almost nervous, fidgeting with his fingers and working up the strength to say something.

“Y/n, I want you to let me take you out on a date.” When he saw your shocked expression, he attempted to backpedal and coerce you further, “Look, I know this is all kind of fucked up. I mean, we’ve already given each other head before we’ve had our first date or even, I don’t know, hugged. But I just… really want you to give me a chance.” You could see the sincerity in his eyes.

“Okay, Tristan. I’ll go out with you,” You beamed.

“Great! Uh, I mean, thank you. I won’t let you down.”

He slipped his hand back into yours and gave you a reassuring squeeze. You carefully laid your head on his shoulder and sighed.

“I guess this stupid project can wait until tomorrow.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” He grinned.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

That’s my man | Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom flashes his pants-less bottom half on live TV

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 0.3k

Request: Can you write about Tom not wearing pants in an interview?

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Tonight, Tom was doing promotion for his new movie 'Cherry'. It was an interview on the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, but timing was bad so he had to do the interview in video-conference.

''Darling, have you seen my black trousers?'' 

Tom searched through the living room of the rental apartment, the place already a mess although you had only been here for two weeks. Filming a movie out of state sucked. You never know where anything is. 

''No black, but I got these,'' you replied, taking a grey pair from the back of a chair.

Tom glanced at the pants you were holding and shook his head. ''Can't wear these. Everything that's on that chair are items my stylist brought me to try-on. I really need to do that today-'' His eyes caught the time on the clock and he began to stress. ''Shit, I got two minutes before the interview...''

''I'll fetch you something,'' you reassured, kissing his cheek.

''You're the best, darling,'' he said with a thankful smile.

You ventured into the bedroom where his other suitcase was, knowing you'd find something there. 

''At this point, pajama bottoms will do. No one will see,'' Tom called from the living room.

When you returned with a pair of grey joggers, Tom was already sitting in front of the laptop and talking to Jimmy Fallon. How did he find pants so fast when he couldn’t seem to find any ten seconds ago? You got closer and took a peak at his bottom half, only to see he had no pants on. 

You shook your head in amusement. It was a look. The gelled back hair, the fancy suit jacket...and his boxers. He wore socks too. Let’s not forget the white socks.

You were about to pull out your phone to capture the moment to laugh at later, but your expression changed when you saw him stand and show off to Jimmy that he was not wearing any pants. Oh god. You even heard him mention the lack of hair on his legs and laughing about it.

Sometimes you couldn't believe you were dating this guy... 

Why couldn't he do normal, event-less interviews? It’s like something always has to happen, something that will get him in trouble like leaking things, or swearing, or doing dumb things like going pants-less on live TV.

''Tom! Stop it!'' you hissed, knowing he will get a call from his agent right after this interview.  

He raised his eye over the laptop to look at you. ''My girlfriend is not finding this funny,'' he told Jimmy after sitting back down. ''I think I'm gonna get in big trouble after this live interview.''

[sukirichi]

sweet angel

With a heart of gold, sweet lips, and white lace all over your body — he’s pretty sure you’re his sweet angel.

REQUEST. lingerie under his white button up shirt for gojo + somnophilia + established relationship + oblivious reader

CONTENT/WARNINGS. smut, somnophilia, mentions of insecurity, very slight angst, creampie, cockwarming, body marking, UNEDITED

NOTES. I haven’t written Gojo for a while but I sure do missed it! We’re gonna have more Gojo content this week too! if i finish my wips anyway lmao

next

The clock blinks back a painful three am to you, the time way past what Gojo’s promised. You don’t stop the sigh leaving your cherry red lips as you stare at the mirror, jaw clenching at the sight. Today’s supposed to be your second anniversary with Gojo, and instead of spending it on a skyscraper dinner like last year’s, you both insisted on staying at home for a more romantic date instead.

Him being the strongest sorcerer, it’s only a given that he’ll be busy, even to this day. He’s unable to take a day off, but he promised to come home on time.

The dinner’s gone cold, the candles melted and aroma of roses sticking hard to the walls. You’re wearing his favourite black dress paired with ankle boots, wrists clinking from the bangles and makeup done to perfection. Today’s supposed to be simple, quiet, and romantic – especially with your surprise for him – but he’s still not home.

Washing your face in the sink and covering the dishes, you blow out the candles, heading back to your shared room to call it a day. You swipe your dress with Gojo’s white button, wanting to feel that he’s still with you even with just his scent.

A blaring red that reads three forty-five is the last thing you see as you burrow deep into the covers, trying your best to ignore the panging in your heart.

He promised he’d be home soon.

“Honey! I’m ho—” Gojo blinks at the darkness of your penthouse, hands patting the walls before flicking on the lights. He’s not surprised to see that it’s neat as usual, but then his gaze lands on the dining table, and that’s when he realizes he’s fucked up.

The candles are already melted halfway, one wine glass still and the other already washed in the sink. You must’ve taken a few sips as you waited for him; an image he can imagine already. He’s admired you long before dating you that Gojo’s used to your habits, like how you’d rotate the drink in your glass three times before you drink, tongue darting out to taste the wine mixing in with your lips.

He knows all this, mostly because it always drives him crazy when you do that, and he’s lost count of the times he’s pushed you up against the counter, shoving his tongue between your lips to find out what it is about wine and flavoured lipsticks you liked so much.

It’s a little hellish to him the more he thinks about it, even more so because you’re completely unaware of your effect on him.

But he’s not the only one, since no matter how perceptive Gojo could be, he’s scatterbrained more often than he likes to admit. And of fucking course he forgot tonight was your anniversary. He never set dates on his calendars, waving his hand and confidently stating he had an ultra memory and didn’t need reminders.

Well, now that ultra memory is reminding him of the last time he’s forgot to attend your work event, a time you needed him more than anything else, and you didn’t talk to him for a week straight.

He wishes you would shout at him, push or shove him even, call him names and tell him he’s horrible, but you’ve always been a sweet, little thing – you’re timid even in your frustration. You never glared at him, never scolded him, and it’s even more terrifying because you’re still so sweet to him – preparing him meals, giving him a kiss before he leaves for work – but Gojo isn’t entirely dumb. He notices how you turn away from him in your sleep, your arms that would usually be wrapped around his torso now hugging yourself in an attempt to make yourself small and invisible.

That’s how you felt every time Gojo doesn’t keep to his word.

Unseen. Unloved. Unheard. Unimportant. He’s no mind reader, but it’d be pushing it if he can’t even turn to your thoughts like that.

And even in your slumber, it’s written all over your face, evident in the way tears are staining your cheeks under the sheets. Gojo sighs upon seeing your crumpled form on the bed, your dress hanging neatly from the closet and your heels placed beneath it. He crouches down in front of the shoe, his hands crumpled into fists. This wasn’t just any shoe – it’s the one he made you get during that time you were debating whether you could pull it off, but he encouraged you that you looked gorgeous in anything. Despite having bought it a long time ago, you never wore it, only on this day because you trust your comfort and safety around him; one he’s so effortlessly crushed.

Gojo quickly changes into his pyjamas not long afterwards, sliding himself next to your body in slow, careful movements to not wake you up. Aside from a slight stir, you remain deep asleep, the frown permanent and deep on your face.

It breaks his heart to see you like this, especially because he knows he’s the one who caused it.

Gojo runs his hand across the apple of your cheeks, caressing your precious face on his palm before leaning forward to kiss your head. You smell amazing too, and yet, you’re uncomfortable with whatever’s playing in your head. He could take a good guess and assume it’s him.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs into your skin, sliding his arm over your body to pull you close to him. “I didn’t mean to forget, I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

He knows he should apologize when you’re awake, but he wants to say it now before his guilt eats up at him. Gojo’s eyes flutter close when his hands come into contact with something...lacey, and he pauses, lifting the sheets to inspect the material. He doesn’t really know what he’s expecting, but his breath stutters anyway, his aquamarine eyes zeroed in on his shirt draped over your form, the top three buttons left open and you’re not wearing shorts.

Gojo curses under his breath. His reaction is immediate; blood rushing to his groin and legs nudging yours apart. He doesn’t bother hiding under the sheets not anymore as he runs his hand over your body, his touch suddenly so cold in contrast to your warmth.

He’s fucked you a lot of times in different places and angles, so he shouldn’t be so nervous, yet he is, and his hands are fucking shaking.

His head snaps to your one more time, revelling in the way you open your legs just as he pries them apart. Even in your sleep, you’re still so trusting, so wanting – so perfect for him. Gojo situates himself between your thighs as he unbuttons your shirt one by one, his teeth clenched so hard it wouldn’t be anything surprising if he actually cracked his jaw.

You’re nothing short of looking like an angel; the thigh straps squeezing the flesh of your thighs and exuding such heavenly beauty he’s stunned.

You let out a sigh at his erection rubbing you through his boxers, completely unaware that Gojo’s fallen back on his thighs, eyes wide at the white lingerie set clad in your body. He licks at his lips, debating which land he should trudge on first.

The thigh straps he wants to rip with his fingers, the white lace panty that’s already nearly transparent with your arousal, or the frilly cups holding your breasts in place?

This is the first time Gojo’s gotten close to losing his mind, and lose his mind he did. Thoughts of making it up to you flies out the window, his emotions running turbulent with anger and regret in place. If he’d just gotten home, if he’d just killed the curses faster, he could’ve kissed you and heard you beg for him in your awakened state; he’d have the pleasure of seeing you squirm under him while he rips this pretty set apart.

His dick throbs harder at the fact you wore this for him, but you must’ve been so tired and sad to wear proper pyjamas. Should he be thankful? Angry at himself for making you feel this way?

He doesn’t fucking now, his mind is nothing but a mess as he sucks a wet spot into the juncture of your neck, large hands groping your breast. You mewl a little at the contact, neck arching to the side while you sigh, that slight dip in your brow a telltale you must be still in a sleepy daze.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters through pants as he cups your mound, only to be met with such astounding wetness. You look so innocent right now in comparison to your soft moans that it ruins him. You’re a good girl, such a sweet lover for him that you’re always letting him take in charge under the trust he’ll make you feel good. This trust is extended even in your wildest dreams, but you don’t need to worry about that. He’ll soon make it a reality.

Gojo is too needy that he doesn’t bother pulling your thong off anymore, pulling it to the side with two fingers before his thumb flicks at your clit. He’s rewarded with a sharp inhale, cheeks planted to the pillows and you look so pretty, so hauntingly oblivious that the only thing able to pull the strongest sorcerer limb by limb apart is through your needy wet cunt.

He aligns himself with your entrance, groaning when his tip is coated with your slick, the warmth of your pussy radiating off of him. It’s fucking stupid that Gojo shivers, and he knows it’s pathetic because he chuckles, lifting both your legs up before he hugs them to his chest.

You’re so wet that Gojo no longer finds the need to prepare you, his eyes falling down to where your bodies connect, breath taken away at how your lips eagerly spread apart to take him in. He’s a little too big for your tiny, sweet pussy that your lips pinch into a flat line, chest rasping up and down.

He wants to apologize, wants to caress your face and look you in the eyes as usual to tell you that you’re doing good, just breathe and the pain will be gone soon.

The situation deprives him of that privilege, so he’s left with no choice but to kiss your ankles affectionately before thrusting all the way in. A loud moan echoes around the room the moment he’s seated in, dick throbbing inside your heated pussy that’s so tight it’s nearly suffocating.

“Oh, my baby,” he thrusts in slowly, not wanting to completely wake you up despite the fact you’re unconsciously grabbing the sheets already. “My sweet, pretty angel – I’m so sorry daddy couldn’t fuck you tonight but look at you, you’re so wet,” he bites your calf at the last word to muffle his groans, the tight sucking in of your pussy to his length making his cock throb. “Did you touch yourself when I was gone, hm? You must be so unsatisfied, but I’m here now, I’ll take care of you.”

Gojo’s unable to keep his promise to you before, but he’ll definitely keep this promise now. He leaves little love marks at your skin, reaching forward to tug the cups of your bra down. He’s rewarded with the intoxicating luxury of watching your breasts bounce at his pace, your nipples the only thing stopping the material from completely falling.

You mewl at the pleasure he’s giving you, the constant friction of your hardened buds against the cups must be so heavenly by now, and you’re tightening around him, walls clamped down over his dick that Gojo never wants to let go.

He thrusts harder this time in response to your greedy sucking, his tip kissing your cervix. You throw your head back deeper into the pillows, hands patting every spot beside you. He knows that look all too well – mouth falling open, eyes shut tight, brows pinched together and that angelic little pant – it’s the face you always wear when you’re about to cum and Gojo wants to make it up to you, pushing your legs to the side before heaving his weight forward.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, “Coming already?”

The sudden stretch in your body only has your walls sucking him harder, his hips stuttering in its pace. Gojo kisses you flat on the lips as his hands thread to yours, squeezing it momentarily just as pleasure washes over him too. You come first, the spasms of your cunt similar to that one time you’ve accidentally gripped him too hard in your hand that Gojo’s cum suddenly landed on your eye. It’s tight, too fucking tight, that Gojo actually loses the ability to breathe.

His hips snap harder, dick driving deeper into your hole that’s already leaking out with cum. Your precious lingerie set is ruined, guaranteed to get him another pout that Gojo shakes his head, gripping hard at your hips while he chases his own high.

“I’ll get you another one, angel, I’ll buy you – fuck! – all the sets you need if it means dressing pretty for me like this,” he stutters in one breath, mouth latching around your nipple. He tugs at it in his need to reach his breaking point, no longer caring that you’ll wake up anytime soon, not when he’s so close and the squelching of your pussy sounds like heavenly music to his ears. Gojo thrusts in one last time hard enough that his balls make a loud slapping sound against your ass, but he doesn’t slide out, keeping himself right deep into your cunt in his orgasm.

Breathing heavily, Gojo falls on top of you, thankfully still strong enough to not crush you with his weight. He’s leaving fluttering kisses all over your face, your sweat slicking his skin.

He wants to pull out from the sensitivity, but you feel so warm and comfortable that Gojo plops down to the side, hugging your back and kissing your shoulder with panted breaths. You’re still recovering from the tremors of your orgasm that’s most likely still a dream to you, body trembling in his arms. Gojo does you a favour by throwing your bra to the side, his hands acting as a replacement for the missing piece.

He sighs onto your neck, barely managing to properly cover the both of your bodies in his exhaustion after a long day. He holds you close and tight in his arms, an I love you merely audible from his lips, followed by a regretful I’m sorry.

Gojo dreads tomorrow morning, in all honesty. There’s no easy way to explain that he “simply forgot” after all your efforts, his heart already darkening with the fear of seeing you pull away like you did the last time. His eyes droop down as he makes a mental note to just do whatever he can, but you’re stirring in his arms, lips puckered at the edge of his jaw.

“Satoru,” you whisper, hands tracing patterns on his chest. “You’re home. I’m glad.”

Soft snores follow after that, but Satoru is wide awake just as you’ve fallen asleep once more. He’s left speechless, and he doesn’t hold back in hugging you closer to his chest as a silent promise of never leaving you alone again. Even now, you’re still such a sweet angel, and how lucky is he to find someone like that?

[dreamonseems]

8 Daughters

Pairings: Jack Harlow X Reader

Summary: Jack and Reader fall become teen parents they break up but they find there way to each other again.

- So I made the reader Canadian sorry I'm Canadian lol

Part 1

Jack's POV

Today is my daughter 4th birthday. I'm thinking to myself how did we get here, the time has gone by so fast. She was just a little bean in her mommy's tummy and now she's four. One day she'll be 13, 16, 20 I hope that she can look back and see that those were happy times in her life. I hope that one day she can look back and see that no matter what me and Y/N always put her first and did what we could for her.

I am 23 my career is poppin I finally was able to achieve my goal as an artist. I'm happy but there is still alot that's missing number one is Y/N. She is the mother of my child the only person I have fallen in love with, but I fucked up. How did we get here I know we were both dumb kids young full of dreams. I know we are still very young but with how fast we had to grow up 18 feels far away like ancient history.

Remembering the past is tough, tough because I miss it I miss you Y/N I wish I fought harder to keep you. I remember like it was yesterday how we first met. It was at a party at one of my homies house I was by the kitchen drink in my hand talking with some buddies when you walked in.

You looked like the baddest bitch around wearing tight leather pants, a black sheer crop top, and of course you had great taste for shoes black new balances. Your hair long black and curly was tied up in a high ponytail. makeup was on point you just looked like the whole package.

I had to talk to you I had to, almost like something was telling me you would be in my life forever and I needed to get to know you. So that is what I did I approached you.

"Hey I'm Jack"

"Y/N"

We talked the whole night and after that night all I wanted to do was see you again. We ended up becoming attached at the hip we saw eachother almost everyday. I never talked to anyone that much ever in my life.

We talked about our dreams and goals in life. I told you about my goal to become a rapper. You shared with me how you came all the way from Canada to study dance. How you've never been away from your family so it's scary being on your own. I remember that's when we had our first kiss after I told you.

"On your own no ma you have me now and I'll never let you go"

you blushed covering your face with your hands trying to hide, but I couldn't let you do that I wanted to see your pretty face and kiss you so that's what I did.

A month after that we had sex with eachother for the first time. I remember being really nervous all I wanted to do was make you feel good. I wanted everything to be special I never got like this with any other girl it kinda scared me in a way, because all these feels are so new to me. I didn't even think I could fall in love so young. I always thought I'd be fucking around through my 20's and then find someone after that. You were a true blessing you also gave us a blessing.

Yup that's right after that wonderful night with you, I guess we didn't notice the condom had a hole and well you got pregnant. At first I was shocked I thought what about my career my dreams what's going to happen. But I turn to look at you the tears running down your face how can I only think about myself this girl I love also had dreams and goals she wanted to achieve its not only about me it's about us.

"We can make this work no we will make it work from the moment I met you I knew you were the one for me so if this is the journey life is taking us then I'm all in" I bring her into a hug and tell her.

9 months later on a Friday night at 10pm, weighing 6 pounds, our little star Polaris Juila Rose Harlow was born, with 10 little fingers and 10 little toes. I never really considered myself a religious man but that night I truly thanked God for giving me two of the biggest blessings in my life.

Part 2

[kaijime]

what kinda panties would the hq bois be into 👁👄👁

what kind of panties would they be into

cw. fem reader

a/n. they’d probably like you without any panties at all but anyways

daichi sawamura. probably likes you wearing boy shorts, not so you can be covered up, he just thinks it brings out your thighs.

sugawara koushi. something that doesn’t cover anything, probably a g-string.

asahi azumane. he personally likes anything you wear, but i think he prefers things with frills. that’s why at least once every two weeks, he makes time to work on a new pair for you, with the frills he knows would look good on you.

tanaka ryunosuke. likes you wearing his briefs (clean, obviously), he thinks you look cute wearing his clothes. but if he had to chose he’d probably say string bikini panties.

nishinoya yuu. thongs. specially if they’re lacy, makes him go feral in mere seconds.

ennoshita chikara. high cut panties. if you strip tease him while wearing those, and you pull on the sides of it, he’s a goner.

hinata shoyo. this boy really likes you wearing booty shorts, not technically panties, but they’re his favorite. will definitely ask if you would wear them around the house.

kageyama tobio. i think he would like them high waisted too, but he likes the ones with strings too, he can’t decide, any panties out of the ordinary turn him on.

tsukishima kei. open crotch panties!! he just wants to have access to you at all time.

yamaguchi tadashi. frills, anything with frills and he’s a goner. and garter panties, the ones that have a hook for your thigh highs because he also likes to see you in those.

oikawa tooru. two sided knot panties, you tie the strings on either side of your body because he likes to undo them, don’t ask him why.

iwaizumi hajime. booty shorts, but extra short so he can see your ass whenever he wants, begs you to wear them around the house too.

matsukawa issei. thongs!! he likes how easily he can slip them to the side whenever he wants.

hanamaki takahiro. lacy panties. the less they cover, the quicker he’ll get hard. bonus points if they’re black, he thinks they look good on you.

kyoutani kentarou. any style, just thin so he can tear them off quicker. he knows how to take them off for you, he just doesn’t have the time or patience when he finally gets to see you naked.

kuroo tetsurou. i think he likes them lacy too, but also white, because he likes to see them soaked.

kenma kozume. he’d probably like garter panties so they can go with your thigh highs, and with a cute bow in front so he can think of it as a present.

bokuto koutarou. any style, but with a pattern in it. he always tries to guess which patters you have on today “the blue stripes?” “the red dots?” there was this one time you wore lacy grey ones, you thought he would like them but he just goes “oh look! same as my hair!”

akaashi keiji. french cut panties, but with lace. specially if they’re high wasted, he loves when you wear them and he likes to tie your hands with them.

konoha akinori. probably thongs because they’re so thin in the middle, easier to take you whenever he wants.

ushijima wakatoshi. man thought he liked you with your day to day panties, until one day you wore a g-string for him. he was suddenly enlightened.

tendou satori. thongs!! sadist mf probably pulls the string and let’s it go, just to watch you writhe as the string slaps your sex.

goshiki tsutomu. booty shorts. he thought of them as basic before you wore them, now they’re his favorite.

shirabu kenjiro. anything, but with see through lace.

aone takanobu. he probably likes cheekster panties, loves how your ass looks in them, but can’t bring himself to ask you to wear them more often.

kenji futakuchi. another one who likes open crotch panties but lacy, fucks you dumb the first time you wore them around him.

atsumu miya. frills!! pink frills!! likes to see you in pastel colors as well, but his favorite is pink.

osamu miya. tap pants, not technically panties but he’s super into those, specially if they’re white and see through.

suna rintarou. likes thin panties, probably with strings on the sides. also likes it when they’re see through, bonus points if it’s a mesh.

sakusa kiyoomi. another one who likes g strings, specially if they’re lacy. probably prefers you wearing black but any color you choose will have him drooling either way.

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𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ~ 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 ♥︎

a business man kuroo x femboy!male reader concept!

TYSM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS <3

ok females calm down i know everyone’s horny for kuroo, which is why i’ll be posting a female version of this too! i’m just a male who is indeed horny for kuroo soooo….i see u men

CW: heavy degradation..like HEAVY, oral, anal, pet play, bdsm, a little bit of somno (literally just touches your ass while ur sleeping that’s it), face fucking, dycraphilia, lotsa swearing hehe, hate fucking essentially.

was it his fault? not entirely. kuroo had been at the end of his rope before he even walked in the front door. having to deal with corporate executives who thought they were actually useful all day was a chore in itself.

kuroo loved his job, loved his company, loved the money even, but most importantly he loved you. he loved everything about you. he loved how you’d come running down the large staircase when he came home, ready to receive a plethora of hugs and kisses from you. you were the only part of today he was looking forward to.

so when he came home to an empty house, not one with the sounds of your music or your feet rushing down the hall to greet him. he was honestly disappointed. “baby?” he called out loud enough, looking around the main floor a bit before going upstairs. now the sight before him made his heart squeeze, you curled up in the blankets of the bed with your head buried into his pillow? he wanted to cry.

that’s when he noticed it, your clothes. kuroo is as bisexual as it gets, he’s quite literally the poster child. however, in your mlm relationship it was very apparent the type of boys he was into, femboys. with a slight gulp he pulled the blanket back just a bit, careful not to wake you. the large pink night shirt that cling to your body with the literal pair of panties nearly made him pass out.

“even when you’re sleeping you aim to please me..” he mumbled running his fingers down your back before cupping your ass cheek with one hand. no movement from you yet. you two had talks about kinks before, it wasn’t uncharted territory and sure enough he remembered what he was doing right now was okay, you’d given him consent multiple times to do it but even then he still wanted fresh consent. maybe you fell asleep because you weren’t feeling good or were having a bad day and needed to sleep it off.

he lightly shook you, “hun..” he whispered leaning down to kiss your cheek softly. smiling when you whined softly. “you okay babe..? anything wrong?” he asked softly. you opened one eye, making him smile wide. “mhm…’m okay” you mumbled sitting up slightly, your shirt falling off your shoulder slightly. “that’s good..now…i have a favour to ask, kitten”

after the petname you knew what that favour was going to be. “anything for you.” you smiled softly, shifting your position so you were sitting on your knees in front of him. you knew what came next and so did he.

“sucha good boy” he praised softly, hands finding the collar around your throat. “you didn’t take it off since last night? that’s cute..maybe i’ll get you something similar that you can wear in public?” he hummed.

you knew better than to speak unless he was genuinely asking you a question but you still gave him a gently nod to show your interest.

“what a good pet…to be completely honest with you, i’ve had a terrible fucking day. you know how i get when i’m not having a good day don’t you angel?” he asked, a hint of cockiness to his tone.

“i’ll be back. by the time i am you know what i expect to see.” with that he kissed your forehead and left the room. you didn’t want to test him today, sometimes you’d be a brat but today was not that day.

you quickly stripped down, clothes folded neatly placed on the side table so they were accessible for aftercare. your hands found your lap, pressing your hands in between your legs to hide the inevitable boned that came with him using you like he wanted to. surely he wouldn’t know if you gave yourself a little attention right? it was just so hard to stop yourself..it would feel too good.

snaking one hand down you grab onto your own length, gently stroking it. you shiver a bit at the feeling, both your cold hand and the sexiness of know that if you’re caught kuroo would make your life a living hell for a couple of hours, was thrilling.

when you and kuroo started getting into bdsm he put rules in place, ones that you needed to follow in the bed and even in regular life. one of the big ones? always ask your master permission to play. it was almost like you could hear him saying it back in your head, the guilt was starting to set in but it was just too late. right as you went to stop your movements, the door opened again, leaving you and kuroo in a very long intense gaze.

“well..what do we have here love? is my good boy breaking the rules?” he simply walked over, tossing the lube among other things he brought to the side chair near the bed. “n-no i didn’t do anything!” you whined in protest.

kuroo slowly leaned down, hand gently cupping your face, “i don’t fucking believe you.” he whispered before bringing the hand on your cheek back a bit to give it a smack then quickly taking the stinging skin back in his hand. “one thing i hate more than a whore who doesn’t fucking listen is a liar.” he spits.

he could quite literally get off on the shocked expression on your face currently, “now let’s try this again. did you break a rule?” he asked, eyes literally begging you to try and lie again. “yes master..” you sighed in defeat, you knew the punishment would be bad.

“do you know what happens to naughty boys that don’t listen and lie? do you kitten?” he let go of your face now, walking over to some of the things he brought up to the room. “they get punished” you replied quickly, not wanting to give him any other reason to punish you harder. “they do…you’re so smart baby..” he came back over, shoving you flat down on your back before using a flogger over your pretty pink tip.

“if only you weren’t a needy dumb slut.” he laughed striking again. you were left there to just wiggle and take it, whines and gasps leaving your mouth like a gospel. “i just wanted to come home and have a good time with my pretty kitty..and of course your stupid cock had to ruin it.” he sighed, peering down at you slightly just to see if you were still okay but judging by your face you loved it.

“i can’t wait any fucking more. get on your hands and knees, and you better arch that fucking back” he grumbled leaning over to grab the lube. this is how you knew kuroo was stressed or upset. even if he was punishing you he always took his time giving you what you wanted but now it was straight to the point.

“god look at that beautiful ass..too bad it’s attached to a cumdump like you, it’s going to be fucking tortured today i promise you that much boy.” he hissed giving it a rough slap. you flinch forward from the sting, a loud whine leaving your mouth. that only makes him do it again, harder this time. so hard it’s already formed a raised little imprint of his hand.

with every smack you jolt forward causing your cock to rut against the blankets, there was just so many sensations at once that you couldn’t help it when you came untouched, load seeping out onto the bed.

you’re fucked.

“did you just fucking cum?” he laughs loudly, one more extremely hard slap coming down, basking in the way you scream and whine about being sensitive. “you’re fucking pathetic. is that all you need? the bare fucking minimum?” he cussed at you. “you better fucking apologize” he grunts out.

“i-i’m so sorry! ‘m sorry master i-i didn’t mean too! it just feels soo good!” you practically sobbed, babbling like an idiot about how much you love him and that you’ll do better. he loved breaking you like this but he knew it was also emotionally taxing. “what do i always tell you baby?” his voice was a bit softer now, wiping a stray tear that did slip from your eye.

“t-this is just for fun..you don’t mean anything you say” you sniffled looking up at him with those cute little eyes of yours. “that’s right. good boy” he praised, “colour??” he asked immediately after. “green” you smile giving him a little thumbs up.

with your confirmation kuroo quickly grabbed you by the small amount of hair you had, pressing your face against the tent in his pants. “good..then it’s only fair i get to cum too yeah?” he smirked, stroking your hair gently.

“yes sir you do..i promise i’ll do good for you!” you ramble quickly, tiny hands working on his dress pants buttons. he watched you with hooded lids, just admiring how quickly you were trying to please him. “maybe your punishment will end if you’re good enough, but remember kitty it won’t be easy” he smirked knowing exactly what he was going to do.

you didn’t reply, just gave him a tiny nod. if you had to work for it then you would. you pull his cock out of his pants, kitten licking at the top a few times before licking a long strip from his balls all the way back up to the tip. to say you had a oral fixation, especially when it came to kuroos cock, was an understatement.

“that’s it…g-good boy-fuck” he praised, hands roughly gripping at your hair. holding you in place when you tried to take most of his length into your mouth, what didn’t fit your hands fumbled with. however kuroo was determined to make it fit.

kuroo roughly pulled your head down onto him, basking in the sound of you choking and gagging on his cock, “awh what’s the matter? bit off more than you can chew??” he smirked fucking your face with aggression, hips snapping up flush against your cheeks.

the tears that rolled down your cheeks made him unbelievably horny that he couldn’t stop himself, grunts and moans leaving him mouth while he used yours as a person fuck toy. you knew he was close when his perfect rhythm faltered a little and his grip on you was even tighter. to show him just how bad you wanted it, your hands found his balls, rolling and playing with them.

“goddd~you want this l-load so bad huh? hm? nggh! fuckk! you want it? yeah? fucking taking it stupid slut.” he sounded so unbelievably hot you can’t even help the bit of precum now leaking from your sensitive tip. soon after his statements you felt a warm sensation flooding down your throat, almost choking and coughing slightly since there was so much.

kuroo was still letting out loud moans of exctasy, ending with a soft hum he pulled his cock out of your mouth. the second you were freed you let out a gasp for air and a little bit of a cough but kuroo didn’t care. he grabbed your chin, opening your mouth with his other hand to make sure not even a drop of his cum went to waste. “good kitty..you took my cock so well…maybe you do need a reward?” he hummed, laughing deeply when you nodded quickly.

“face down ass up pretty boy.” he stated, having no problem jerking his still sensitive cock back up into a full erection. you did exactly as he asked before feeling a cold piece of metal against your back, you knew it well. the lead that attached to your collar. after it was clicked into place there were a few kisses up your back before you heard his raspy breath in your ear, “if you cum again without my permission this ass is going to be so fucking bruised and sore you won’t be sitting for months.” he whispered softly before biting the tip of your ear.

your breath caught in your throat but you nodded quickly, “yes sir..i’ll be so good i just really need to feel you..” you whine out, having to force your hips not to rut against the bed. “it’s cute when you’re so unbelievably pathetic for me” he smirked before gently rubbing the tip of his cock against your hole. “you’re clenching around nothing..so pretty..”

you choked out a tiny sob from just how needy you were, he always did this. he liked to break you down before even touching you, you loved it. “a stupid whore” he laughed loudly before giving you another harsh smack. with that he lubed his cock up, groaning a bit from how it felt.

with that he pushed inside, moaning when he bottomed out. he had this plan where he was going to make you cockwarm him for a bit just to tease you but the second he thought about all the stupid shit he had to deal with today? his hips snapped up and aggressively into you making you scream out but he wasn’t listening.

he was stuck in his own head, mentally cussing out everyone he worked with as he fucked all his anger out into his pretty kitty. “a-ah! da-mm! daaddyy!” you whine out nearly snapping him back to reality fully. “what? can’t handle it? is it too much for you?” he spat quickly, his pace not letting up. “everyone’s-nn-fuckin’ disappointing me today! i’m not taking it from you kitten.” he seethed, basking in the sound the bed made as it smacked off the wall.

“daddy! fuckk! ‘s soo goodd” he listened to the way you moaned out, his cock twitching so hard inside you that you could feel it. “yeah? you like it when i fuck your stupid boy pussy” he grinned knowing the way that made your heart skip a beat. “come on then, prove it. show me how much you love this fucking cock, stupid bitch” he smirked smacking your seriously irritated ass cheeks.

that sparked something inside of you, your hips throwing themselves back onto his cock. your moans so loud for him it sounded like screams. “p-please!” you managed to scream out between the loud babbling that left your mouth. “please what kitty?” he grunted, doing his best to focus on you and the squeezing your ass that was practically trying to milk him.

“plea-hhng! please c-cum daddy please!” you screamed, thank fuck he didn’t have neighbours. he smirked and shoved you down so your head was pressed again the mattress, holding your head there he let out a loud fucking moan before completely stilling. you could feel it shooting out in ropes, it felt so good that you came instantly and once again untouched.

“hmm that was cute~” he hummed almost immediately back to his normal self. “colour my love?” he asked gently rubbing your back, wondering if there was possibility to go again. “red” you murmur making him nod before slowly slipping out of you. “are you hurt? was it too much?” he pouted softly, gently rolling you onto your back to keep eye contact with you.

when you couldn’t reply he gently scooped you up and carried you into the bathroom, “it’s okay baby..kuroos got ya’”