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musubi-sama · 3 months

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“Classmates”

You are officially Shoko Ieri’s girlfriend, but why are you being followed and gently threatened by two tall, disgustingly handsome men?

CW: afab!reader x shoko ieri, modern au, mild stalking, the boys being intimidating, toys, cunnilingus, shower sex, lady love, mild plot

AN: This is baby’s first fan fic, my first piece of fiction and self-indulgent prose. The world needs more yuri/sapphic/lady stories and I hope I can do it a modicum of justice. I will probably write out the two flashback references as additional chapters once I figure out what I want to do with them.

WC: 4.9k

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“Let’s continue that little thread from last night after classes today?” she responds before pulling away and heading off to the lecture hall. “I’ll make sure to take ‘extra meticulous’ notes for you!” Your girlfriend puts extra emphasis and holds up sassy airquotes (even gives a little sideways nudge with her hip) because she’s notoriously a poor lecture student and you pay attention almost too much and too well, taking notes furiously from your front and center seat.

You give her a cute giggle and wave as she walks away; you’re heading off to meet with your adviser to discuss a research opportunity. While you walk across the quad into the neighboring dining hall to grab your usual Starbucks order (iced caramel machiatto).

Meanwhile, a pair of tall, offensively handsome men doing what would otherwise be a scene from a spy movie, fold the top half of a newspaper down and watch you and Shoko embrace and go your separate ways.

“Suguru, who the hell was that talking to Sho?” the white-haired, ethereally blue eyed man says a bit too loudly to his dark-haired, enigmatically purple eyed friend. The pair sit on the bench gawking, although the dark haired man winces at the volume of his friend.

“You’re going to give us away, shush, Satoru! I don’t know who she is or what that was about but let’s follow her” Suguru gets up and beckons in your general direction “and see where she goes” Satoru gets up and they both follow you at a safe distance, catching up with you as you are waiting for your order at Starbucks. Satoru perks up and nudges Suguru in the side with a cheeky smile when he hears the barista announce your order. “She can’t be that bad, she’s got a sweet tooth!”

“Let’s see where she goes from here.” Suguru pinches his chin as he watches you from across the cafe. You navigate around a few tables to reach the exit and head off to your meeting. While waiting for the elevator to the fifth floor, you catch a flash of messy-but-styled white hair from around the corner, but chalk it up to sleep deprivation and stress.

You make it to your adviser and he walks you through a few research opportunities, but the drawback is that you will need to take a year between finishing your primary in-classroom education and your clinical rotations. And the one that you like the most is across the country. Great timing, just after you finally get a girlfriend and think you may have your little life settled into a comfortable routine. Maybe you wait a few weeks to discuss this with Shoko. But maybe she would want you to bring it up sooner, it’s not like you haven’t known her for four years already. The responsible partner would talk about it soon. But you’ve never been too keen on bringing up tough subjects in a reasonable or quick manner, opting to mull quietly, by yourself, not wanting to bother other people or respond to negative feedback.

As you’re arguing with yourself, you take the elevator back down the ground floor and head outside to hole up in the library until Shoko is out of the morning’s lectures.

Except you don’t notice the two tall handsome boys following you from the lobby across the quad. They take notice of your internal conflicts written across your face and lack of spatial awareness to surround you and you bump into a dense, immovable statue. Fortunately for you, it’s not an actual statue, but a person, so there is a softness in the knock and a pair of arms quickly wrap around you to make sure you don’t fall. Two sets of arms, actually.

“Ah, Iamsosorry” You attempt to stammer out as you are brought out of your internal arguments. You look up to see long, feathered jet-black hair, reaching past the shoulders, but pulled partially up into a bun. Face framed by bangs hanging on one side. Piercing, focused, concerned violet eyes, and a soft smile. Your first impression is that he is cat-like. He catches you off-guard but you feel safe. As you step back to give him space and continue to your destination, your back bumps into an equally statuesque figure. But he’s the polar opposite when you tilt your head back and look up at him. A shock of white hair, dark round sunglasses, giant smile bearing all his teeth, ocean blue eyes piercing you. It’s unsettling how it feels like he’s reading every thought you’re having right now, in the past, and the future. “Oh, excuse me…” you mumble but it just trails off.

“Oh hello there.” Suguru places his hands on your shoulders to steady you. It feels nice, reassuring, considering you just knocked around some coastal rocks. “My name is Suguru Geto and this is Satoru Gojo. We just happened to see you walking across campus and you seemed distracted. Wouldn’t want you walking into anyone and causing a disturbance. Present company excluded, of course.”

“Yeah, what’s a girl like you doing so distracted?” You’re caught off guard by the brazen question. And confused by the implications. What kind of girl do they think you are?

“Sorry, I really just want to go to the library. I’m meeting my girlfriend soon.” You try to side-step the pair and they move in tandem to block your path. Ah, you start to feel the familiar anxiety of being pestered by someone who can’t understand that ‘no’ is a full and complete statement. What you fail to notice, is the shock that zipped through the boys’ expressions.

“I am sorry for the brashness of my companion” Suguru tilts his head up to give Satoru a piercing stare before his gaze softens again and he looks back at you. You feel as if you’re the only person in the entire world as he looks down. Completely taken by his gaze, feeling his arms re-settle on your forearms for a moment before dropping to his sides, giving you space with the lack of physical touch. “But we saw you with a friend of ours and we were just concerned for her. She always introduces anyone beyond a mere acquaintance to us, and we are only looking out for her best interests.” Satoru uses this opportunity to step around to your front, hands in his pockets. Although he still has a mischievous grin on his face.

“Er, what? I am sure that any one I am friends with surely doesn’t require a white knight or dark stallion to protect her honor.” You attempt to cut the conversation short.

“You’re right. You’re absolutely correct, dear. How about we get to know you over dinner? Our treat for being so forward. Tomorrow, pick you up at 7:00? I know a place that does great bananas foster with homemade caramel” Satoru winks, and you realize you’re still holding your coffee. You’re clutching it now, hoping he didn’t see that you asked for extra caramel drizzle in your coffee today. You’re a people pleaser, so you just quickly agree to the plans. You ask for their LineID and as you’re walking away, you get two messages immediately:

Can’t wait to see you, sweets! Looking forward to dinner and getting to know you.

Finally making it to the library, feeling buzzed, and not from the sugar or caffeine. But you manage to find some shred of focus for the next two hours. Your phone buzzes and you start to pack up your books and laptop. You respond to Shoko’s message that she’s out of class and heading to the dining hall with a quick “Yay, save me a seat!” message even though you know you don’t have to ask.

“How was the Pharmacology lecture?” You ask, while attempting to unhinge your jaw around a particularly ambitious forkful of salad. Your girlfriend just smiles at you over her soup.

“Hm, well you know how engaging Dr. Smith is at his age. I made sure to get an audio recording of the lectures and of course the slide notes include the markups from in-class.”

“Aww, thank you! You’re the best.”

Shoko gives you a fond smile as you both settle back into eating lunch. You continue chatting about classes, you feel confident over your polite dodging of any real answer to how your adviser meeting went “Ah, well, I am waiting for him to email me with some details on a couple research opportunities.” Shoko seems satisfied, or at least doesn’t have any follow up questions to your response. You don’t feel comfortable about lying to your best friend, your girlfriend, but you didn’t really tell her lies. Just, not the whole truth. You’ll tell her, soon. You promised yourself. That was the decision you had settled on right as you bumped into-

“Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something. I have two friends I’ve known since forever and I want to introduce you to them. I have kept you from them until now because they can be somewhat, very, incredibly, protective of me and intrusive to anyone who gets close. But they are good people, even if I have to kick their asses when they pull their little “baby Shoko” stunts.” Shoko puts her hands on yours and looks straight at you, although struggles to keep eye contact when she mentions her friends’ not-so-kind traits.

You consider her question and do not want to respond too quickly or eagerly, but you have wanted to build some new relationships before your life gets too much more hectic with clerkships, graduation, and intern year on the horizon. And if these new friends are already friends with Shoko, then it’s even easier because you would want any new friends to be comfortable with both of you. You may only be newly dating, but you’ve already fallen for Shoko quite hard and want to settle down. Or something like that? You haven’t taken a breath to really figure your brain out.

“Oh, well, why don’t we get drinks and see how things go? I like the idea of making new friends, let’s give it a try!” You try to hold back your over-eagerness, but you let slip big excited eyes and slotting your fingers into Shoko’s hands and squeezing. A small squeal may have also escaped your lips, you’re bad a poker. And Shoko loves it. She gives you a soft smile, leans over to drop a peck on your cheek. The rest of lunch passes with easy conversation. You head off to your afternoon lectures and study sessions together.

After classes finished, you both headed back to Shoko’s apartment. Even before you started dating, you spent most of your free time at her place. It was closer, bigger, quieter, and nicer than your apartment. You grab a pair of beers from the fridge after you finished cleaning up from dinner and walk over to the couch. Shoko turned on Netflix and started the nightly ritual of scrolling new and recently updated shows to see what caught either of your interests before settling on one of the six shows you’re already in the middle of watching. You sit sideways and hand over one of the beers, laying your legs across your girlfriend’s lap. She settles on watching the next episode of your shared guilty pleasure, Doctor X. During the opening credits, your phone buzzes several times with messages on Line.

“Ugh, what is it now? I should’ve left it in the bedroom” you grumble as you lean over to the table and pick up your phone that has now buzzed four times. You see a newly familiar name pop up and scowl.

“What’s wrong, love?” Shoko perks up and looks over to you as you start to read the messages, more coming in while you’re reading.

“I literally ran into a pair of criminally attractive guys. Boys, really. They did that High School-Hollywood thing of boxing me in, making me look up, and then not taking no for an answer. I agreed to get dinner with them tomorrow just so they’d leave me alone and go away.” You flash her the phone with the messages. Her usually subtle expression shifted much more dramatically when she saw who you were talking about.

“Wait. You ran into, literally? Gojo and Geto? Tall, one with white hair sticking up in stupid directions and acting with way too much bravado, the other with big ear gauges and an air of incredible self-confidence? Today? Where? When?” She stops her idle massaging of your legs and turns towards you, taking your phone to read more carefully what they had sent:

Heyyyyyy. Wear something cute? Do you like Mediterranean? :)

“Yyyyeah that matches the pair. Why, do you know them? Have they bothered you on campus before?”

Shoko snickers softly. “You could say that. Remember the pair of friends I wanted you to meet? Looks like they found you first.”

“Oh.” You look down at your hands for a moment and then suddenly you remember what Suguru said to you “we saw you with a friend of ours and we were just concerned for her…” “Oh, wait a second. You’re the friend they were talking about!” And you relay the conversation you had with Suguru and Satoru to Shoko who just shakes her head and sucks her teeth.

“Yeah, those bastards. I told them to wait till this weekend, I had news for them and someone to meet. But they just HAD to get impatient.”

“I will call off dinner! Can I have my phone back, please?” you reach out your hand to begin composing a polite response to the nuisance pair.

“No, don’t. Just have them come over first. And then they can take BOTH of us to dinner.”

As soon as you send off your address, you put your phone down. Shoko’s ministrations on your legs intensifies subtly, but clearly with an agenda. You lean back against the arm of the couch as Shoko slowly massages her hands up your legs, focusing on the softer flesh on the insides of your thighs. You part your legs for her slightly as she gets closer to your clothed core.

The days have been long and you’ve hardly had time for yourself or your relationship since you’ve put official titles on it. You shift yourself so you’re now straddling Shoko. You reach your hands around her neck, threading your hands under her long, wheat-colored brown hair. When you met her, her hair was only touching her shoulders, but now it’s reaching far down her back. Her lips are so soft and inviting, a gentle sheen of spit covering them. Your eyes rake over her face, taking in every facial micromovement. You admire her lone freckle below her eye, something you’ve always found cute.

You lean in, lips parting slightly as her eyes glance up at you, pupils darkening in desire. As your tongues slipped past each other, they danced delicately but with increasing urgency as your lips press harder and Shoko takes a brief opening to nip at your lower lip, drawing out a soft moan from you. Your hands hold her neck tighter, one slipping up through her hair, giving it a light tug. Her hands start sliding back in between your legs, the side of her pinky finger lightly grazing your center which elicits a small grind from you. As your kiss slowly turns more frantic, trading breaks for air with trails of urgency on each others jawline, Shoko reaches under your shirt to gently wrap her hands under your voluminous tits. Still seated in a soft bralette, your nipples begin to harden as her hands slowly squeeze and make their way into the bralette and find your nipples with a soft squeeze.

You drop your hands to your sides and toss your head back at the sharp, but pleasurable sensations and start to roll your hips in Shoko’s lap, looking for some friction and relief for the growing tension. You whimper as the pinching and squeezing intensifies, tilting your head back up and you are met with eyes filled with pure lust. “I told you I wanted to continue from last night” Shoko growls. You just respond with a low moan. Shoko then uses her forearms to slide your shirt up and over your head, taking your bralette with it.

Now, your fully exposed chest and abdomen, your nipples clearly taut in response to the pleasure being shown to them. Shoko then leans down to one, taking it in her mouth with a light suck. Keeping her hand squeezing the other, she lightly bites down, rolling the puckered nipple in her teeth, sliding her slick tongue across. She releases it with a pop, letting it and your breast drop and give a little lewd jiggle. She repeats the process on your other nipple. You are still wantonly grinding your hips in her lap, keening against her touch.

As your body continues to relax, your brain slowly shutting off the noise and entering that cozy, listful, lustful subspace headspace, your hands claw at your girlfriends’ shirt and pull it off of her during a brief moment when her lips aren’t attached to your body. The moment her skin is exposed, you bring yourself vertical and then over, pressing your breasts into hers, enjoying the soft and supple squeezes from your body weight onto Shoko. You reach in to grasp the sides of your shared mass of tits, squeezing and pushing them together.

You are in a daze, skin on fire, as you are drunk from your beer and the lust spreading through your veins. You always knew you were bisexual, although you couldn’t put a fine point on it until you met Shoko while at your lab’s new grad student orientation 3 and a half years ago. You moved across the country for grad school, knowing you’d need to start over again and find new (local) friends. You were taking in the space when you turned around and saw Shoko Ieri walk in the room, immediately disorienting you and a sudden warmth spreading into your center. You couldn’t look her in the eye for the entire first month.

“What do you want to do tonight?” Shoko brings you out of your daze as she wraps her hand around the back of your neck. “Want to start with that new toy I picked up recently?”

“O-oh, yeah, I haven’t tried something like that before!” You start to untangle yourself from Shoko and roll off the couch. You’re chased by Shoko into the bedroom as she reaches out to pinch at your sweatpants-covered ass, you making sure she can still catch you. There’s fun in the chase, but so is there in getting caught. You leap at the bed, spin around and sit on your legs patiently while Shoko disappears into her closet. She returns quickly, now in nothing but a lace thong and brandishing a modest, slightly curved silicone dildo in her hands, twirling her hair with her other hand. You bounce a bit in anticipation, soft tits still jiggling as you stop moving. You move to remove your sweatpants, but are cut off.

“Ah ah ah, hands off. Why are you trying to deny me the fun? I said we are going to continue from yesterday. Which means it’s my turn to return the favor.”

“We don’t need to keep a running tally for equitability sake!” you whine, sticking your lip out in an over-exaggerated pout.

“You’re right, but since this is celebrating us putting some structure and a title to” she waves her hand between the two of you “this, I want to finish what you started. Now, lay back, please.” You settle on the duvet, heart racing, feeling giddy. Last night you off-handedly said ‘I love you’ over dinner at home. It came out of nowhere, but you were just chatting and catching up from the day over a bowl of spaghetti, and it just fell out of your mouth while Shoko nearly choked mid-slurp.

Shoko sets the toy down on the bed and climbs up the bed, caging you in. As she reaches your middle, she sits back on her heels and tugs at your pants. She loved how you always returned to your own apartment or hers and would immediately change into comfortable room wear, shedding the stuffy denim and wired bras for soft cottons and gentle elastics. Pulling your hair back to keep it out of your face, it certainly made easier to grab in the heat of sex and teasing. After she removed your pants and panties, reveling at your exposed frame, Shoko admired your neatly trimmed hair framing your glistening pussy. “Mine.”

Soft kisses with small nibbles sprinkled in begin to chase up the inside of your legs, feet planted on the bed. As the kisses intensify, your knees fall further apart. Your hands come up to your hair as you lace your fingers through to ground yourself. Gently, two fingers spread your folds open and you let out a small gasp. “Mmm I just love to tease your pussy.” One slender finger slides in, your soft walls pulling it in deeper until your girlfriend’s middle finger is sheathed up to the knuckle. She flips her palm upwards and curls the finger inside of you while bringing her thumb to rest on your hardening clitoris. Your hips begin to buck at the movements, moans increasing. Slowly sliding her finger out, pressure still on your clit, Shoko adds a second finger and begins to rub circles with her thumb and thrusting her fingers in and out. She looks up from her ministrations to watch your face go through a million small emotions in pleasure. “That’s it, love. Let me hear you, don’t hold back.” You unwind on her hand, fluttering around her fingers, riding out your high with loud moans and grinding hips.

As you come back down, Shoko reaches over to the toy, aligning the flat, angled tip with your hole, pulling out her fingers. “Ready?” she whispers, but with an edge of gravel on her voice. She also grabs a small remote that you didn’t initially see and reaches up to place it in your hands. “I also got a treat for you. Feel free to press the buttons as you want and see what happens”

Slowly, Shoko presses the toy into your soaked pussy, as the tip disappears in, she turns it on to the lowest vibration setting. You give a sharp inhale as you push your head back further into the pillows. You recollect yourself as the toy makes its way further into you, and bring your hand up to see what this remote is. Just two buttons, marked by a plus and minus sign. You touch the plus button and suddenly a sultry and surprised “Ahhh mmmmm” Shoko whines from between your legs. Her progress to slide in the toy momentarily halted as she adjusted to the vibrating inside of her. She regains composure as she seats the toy fully inside you and rotates it around until you slam your eyes shut and cry out in pure pleasure. “Ah ha, found it. So hot.” Shoko bought a g-spot vibrator and adjusted it till she found the right spot inside of you.

Squirming somewhat, Shoko slowly moves the vibrator around, placing her free hand on your abdomen with pressure against you. Your hips begin to gyrate and roll with increased intensity every time the head of the toy makes contact with the spongy sensitive bundle of nerves inside your walls. “Sho—Shooookoooo ple- FUCK please~” you preen and attempt to stammer out some words. You increase the intensity on the remote.

“Ye-s, l-ove? You’re doing so, so, hnf, well, better than the fantasies I had all day of this- of this mooooment.” Shoko showers you with praise, stuttered by her own building pleasure, knowing exactly what is to come next.

“Ahhh, Sho—Shoko, I’m-com-” You attempt to tell her what you’re feeling as the pressure in your abdomen has reached a fever pitch, ready to incinerate you at the lightest touch. Shoko steadies the vibrator right on the nerves and brings her thumb up to apply pressure to your clit and lowers her body to get closer to your core. “Give it all to me.” At that moment you scream obscenities as your body releases the built-up pressure and you squirt directly into Shoko’s waiting mouth. Helping you ride out your pleasure pushed Shoko over the edge, too, as she rolls her hips along with the waves of her own orgasm. As your body begins to slow it’s movements, she turns off the vibrator and removes it from you. She also reaches down to her own bullet vibrator and removes it, still shaking as you’re too high on your own pleasure to find the remote.

Shoko sits up and wipes your slick from her face, reaching a hand up to you to clean off. “Good girl.” You whimper at the affirmation, pulling on her wrist to bring her up to you, her body draped on yours. When you finish lapping up the wetness on her hand, you twist your head over and your mouths meet in lazy but passionate kissing. Tongues lazily exploring each other, gratitude shared between the two of you.

“Shower?” You nod, slowly rolling yourself over, legs finding the ground albeit a bit shakily. Shoko steps out ahead, sliding into the en suite ahead of you to warm up the shower and grab towels. You stand in front of the mirror admiring your body, re-adjusting your hair and pulling the strays that have fallen out back up. You step in to the shower, bottoms of your feet chilled on the hard tile floor, but skin warmed by the scaldingly hot shower.

“Ahhhh, perfect” You reach out to rest your hands on Shoko’s waist as you both take a moment to relax in the warmth of each other and the water.

“Yeah, you are, love.” You giggle at the admiration. Shoko’s hands come up to gently massage your breasts, lightly pinching your nipples. She closes the gap between you and nudges her leg in between yours, rubbing her thigh against your sensitive folds. You let out a soft moan, feeling sensitive and on-edge already, after just a moment. “I’m not done with you yet.”

You continue to grind on her thigh as she holds pressure against your heat. Your hands slide up to Shoko’s chin, cupping her face and you dive in for a kiss. Your lips are urgent and needy as you moan into her mouth, biting her lips with every wave of building pressure. After several minutes, Shoko breaks the kiss, pulling away and you whine as her leg also pulls back. She begins kissing down the column of your neck, down the center of your clevage, past your navel, sinking to her knees to worship at your altar.

Wordlessly, Shoko nudges your legs further apart, guiding you so you are now leaning against the cold wall of the shower. Placing her hands on the front of your thighs, she slides them up to your folds and with her thumbs, spreads your pussy open, exposing your wet core to the warm shower air. She leans in to take a soft lick, savoring the first taste. You lean back on the wall for support, hands threading through Shoko’s hair.

“God you taste amazing. I can’t get enough of you.” Shoko uses her nose to rub against your oversensitive clit, reaching her tongue inside your sensitive cunt, applying light suction as she goes. Drinking up every drop your body offers, you can feel her moans reaching deep within you. Moving between deep licks inside your pussy to abusing your clit with the tip and flat of her tongue, you can feel the coil again twisting inside of you. With your moans completely unrestrained, you use your grip on her head to keep her pinned against your center.

“Baby, love, god” Shoko praises you at each short breath she takes. You don’t even have a moment to tell her as suddenly the coil snaps and you silently scream as she eagerly accepts the orgasm she pulled from your body. Her hands wrapping around your hips, holding you close as you buck against her touch. Once you have stopped moving so harshly, she stands up and your lips crash together one more time, you licking your wetness off her face, her embracing and holding you.

“I’ve never felt so relaxed with someone, Sho. You’re my best friend, my love, I can’t see a future without you.” Your mouth is moving faster than your brain, letting your admissions tumble out. A common occurrence for you recently. Shoko just smiles and you wash each other clean, taking time to massage tender areas, and scrub the rough ones. After you step out of the shower, you both go through your nightly skin care and pre-bed routines. Passing products between each other, prepping and moving as one practiced unit.

Now laying in bed, you are in the crook of your girlfriends’ arm while you both scroll on your phones. Eventually putting them down and rolling into a more comfortable sleeping position (as cute as cuddling is, you both know that it’s not comfortable for sleeping all night. No one likes numb limbs!). You both drift off to sleep, feeling happy and content with each other.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #shoko smut #shoko ieiri #jjk shoko #shoko x reader #shoko x you #bisexual #jen の writing #jen の stories #“classmates”

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tas01 · 1 year

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I wanted to share some things I've manifested. There's more I've done. So there will be part 2 in my future posts.

Manifesting men into my life.

Finding random love letters on my car. Just from walking by men or being in a store.

My affirmations

All men are instantly attracted to me.

That guy right there likes me and wants to date me.

That guy wants my number, he's going to give me his number.

That guy thinks I'm so beautiful.

All men want to date me

I'm so beautiful and the prettiest.

Manifest my desired phone. (Samsung Ultra 22)

I ended up trading my old phone in for my desired phone. And out of nowhere, there was a sale going on that day. I ended up paying nothing for it. And my phone company upgraded my phone plan at no charge.

My affirmations

Yep, it's mine.

I can afford it.

I love my new phone.

I have my new phone

It's the prettiest phone I've ever owned.

Another thing I did is I kept looking at the website and pretended I was shopping for it. And I put it in my cart and pretended I purchased it.

Desired Body

I lost 15 lbs in less than a week. With no change in diet or my exercise routine.

I did drink more water as a placebo effect. (Diet loss tool) I believed it worked because I already have this as my dominant thought. My thought of drinking tons of water will help me show quicker results.

I kept looking into my mirror by saying these

Affirmations

Omg I am so freaking skinny.

I am losing so much weight.

I can't believe how amazing I look.

I look so happy and healthy.

My SP

I've been feeling super closer and building a stronger and closer relationship with my Sp.

Affirmations

My sp loves being my best friend.

I love being my sp best friend.

My sp loves sharing everything with me.

I love sharing everything with my sp.

My sp loves talking to me everyday.

I love talking to my sp everyday.

My sp thinks about me all the time.

I think about my sp all the time.

My sp is comfortable around me

My sp says I am the only woman he wants to be with for the rest of his life.

My desired job

They hired me with no experience or a degree in this field. I'm a patient at this place and they said they were looking for someone to fill in and if I was interested. I said YES! PLEASE!

Affirmations

I don't remember affirming. But I just knew that I would be working there and feeling how amazing it would be to work here. I guess I was living in the end. As if I was already working there. 🥰

Manifested today a free coffee from Starbucks. I Affirmed today hm I wonder if I can manifest a free coffee. The lady said to me as I was purchasing a bag of coffee and I was also going to pay for a coffee to stay here so I can blog this post. She said you know I can just use your coffee out of this bag so you won't need to pay for the vente 👏😁 There are no big or small manifestations. There's no time limit. Everything you want is yours. 💋

Life is easy, life is simple. As soon as I say something I want, I instantly can have it.

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small-sinclair · 10 months

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Little Lady

Rusty Nail x fem!reader

Haven’t wrote this guy before but I wanna try it :3. It’s based off this.

Contains: I’m going to have Rusty and the reader about the same age (Rusty: 26, reader: 23). In this au, he’s just starting to kill.

Tw: light stocking, mention of murder, blood

Tag: @sketchy-rosewitch, @fluffy-little-demon, @poir0t-houck, @waxxl0ver, @crumb @ninakuli, @whimsyvixen, @roadkillerx

Part 1

When he saw you, he knew he had to have you. He knew that you were meant for him, but he wasn’t a fool. You’re smart, a perfect college girl, while he’s just a low-end truck driver. You don’t want to be anywhere near a drifter, a man that leaves for a few days, leaving you all alone. You wore a cute dress with flowers on it while he wore greased clothes and bloody boots. But when he saw your smile and heard your laughter, something inside his heart skipped.

He drove his truck along the sidewalk and came close to you, but you didn’t seem to mind. You gave him a smile when he called out, “Hey, little lady! Could you direct me to a station?”

“Yeah,” you answer, pointing down the street from your college. “Keep heading down that way and you’ll be close to the interstate. There’s a Love’s there.”

He looked at the road then back at you. He took in the sweet scent of lemon and vanilla, and he felt like he was home. There was something so bright and beautiful about you… he just didn’t know what it was.

“Thank ya kindly, miss.” He rolled up his window and started his way down the road, but his eyes drifts to his side mirrors. He wants to remember you.

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A week past before he drives by the college again, and he sees you walking back from class. He couldn’t believe you were there. It’s like you were waiting for him… but he wasn’t going to fool himself. He just couldn’t.

Still, Rusty pulls up close to the side and rolled down his window. He admired your soft lavender dress with birds on it. He doesn’t expect you to remember him, but it doesn’t hurt to try. “Hey, little lady!” He calls out, making you jolt.

When you looked up, your eyes lit up and friendly smile formed. “Hey, again!”

“Hate to bother you but,” Rusty looks at the road as he drives slowly next to you, “but do you know a good coffee place?”

You smile and point down the road again. He sees your little charm bracelet shining in the sunlight. “Yeah! Just before you hit the interstate, pass the Love’s, there’s a coffee shop with a green roof.”

“Not Starbucks, right?”

You laugh and shake your head. “No. It’s called Luda’s Place!” you look back at him. “Great lemon bread!”

He nods and looks up at the road then back at you. “Okay… thank you, miss!”

“Have a good one!” You called, waving. You watched has his rid jolted with more speed, and you had a smile on your face. You hold your books closer to your chest and smiled. It was nice seeing him again.

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The next week that followed, he saw you again, but a storm was coming from the north. He knew he had to haul fast to beat it, but he couldn’t help but pull up next to you once more. His eyes wondered over you light pink dress with roses sowed neatly. Your hair was put up in a braided bun, and your smile was just as bright as it was before when you saw his truck.

He slowed and pulled next to you. “Hey, little lady,” he says from his truck.

You look up then forward again. “We have got to stop meeting like this.”

Rusty shrugs. “I do agree with you on that.” He puts out his cigarette in the ash tray. “Looks like rain.”

“Heard it’s a bad one,” you answer as you walked. “You’re not driving in that, are you?”

He shrugs as he looks in his mirror to see the dark clouds behind the truck. “Have to haul metal parts, darlin’.”

“But do you really?” You asked, lifting your brow. “I saw the radar, and it’s mostly red and purple.”

He scratched his chin in thought. “I guess you’re right.” He looks down. “You know a good place to sleep?”

“Yeah,” you pointed ahead. “Two streets up, turn left. Follow that road and it’ll take you to a motel.”

He tips his hat, but he thinks. “Do you need a lift?” He asks.

You shake your head. “No, I’m good, thank you!” You flash a smile. “Hope you drive safe!”

He rolls his window up before starting down the road again. This time, when you wave goodbye, he looks almost sad. Someone as pretty as you shouldn’t be walking alone before a storm, but he didn’t want to push his luck farther in fear of freaking you out.

Besides, the whimper from the back of the van caught his attention. His eyes flicker in the mirror to see the man tied and gaged next to his whore of a wife. He smirks then hammers down. He couldn’t wait to play his game with them.

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It goes on like this for 2 months.

Every week, he passes by you, rolling his window down to call for you. You couldn’t help but smile at wave as he slows his semi down. Even if he has someone tied in the cab or a dead body to hide, he always made sure you never saw the blood on his hands or in the scruff of his chin. He learned that you were a fashion design major, so you wear the dresses you made. Not that he minds, of course. He also learned that your graduating soon, and it made him smile.

“Where you thinking’ of going?”

“Somewhere far from here,” you answered, looking up at him with a glimmer in your eyes. “I always wanted to travel.”

He hums as he drives slowly next to you. “I’ve been everywhere, and I’ve never seen anything quite as beautiful as you.”

You blush as you hide your face behind your sketch book. “Bet you say that to every girl.”

He shakes his head as he blew cigarette smoke away. “Nah, just you, little rabbit.” His eyes glanced behind him at the woman, who was tied and gaged, in the cab. She had tears fall from her eyes as the blood dried from her lips. “I best be on my way then.”

You look up at him then at the road. “Be here next week?”

“As always,” he promises. “You just be safe.”

“You, too!”

As he drives off, he makes a plan for himself. He knows what he has to do to get you to come with him.

#rusty nail #rusty nail joyride #rusty nail x reader #joyride 2001 #joyride 2008 #joyride 2013 #slasher #slasher fic #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #rusty nail fanfic #joyride fanfiction

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hugejk · 5 months

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“Hold this” PG6

tiny little blurb tbh 😋

nun but fluff 💕

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The day after christmas was always hectic for you. Getting gift cards and money as gifts because you didn’t really have anything on your list anymore. So spending the day going to various stores with your boyfriend was always the plan.

Waking pablo up early, already excited and ready to go shopping. Pablo was not a morning person, shaking him vigorously to wake him up.

“5 more minutes….” he said turning over taking a heap on blanket in his arms.

“it’s already been 20 minutes cmon” you said dragging the n. After you said that he finally sat up, his short hair barely messy.

“pablo stop giving me the stink eye let’s go already.”

“i’m not giving you anything” he said finally getting out of bed. going straight to your shared dresser and pulling out some jeans and a plain white tee. You gathered a few things, your wallet, those gift cards and money, lipgloss and eyelash glue.

Pablo stretched some more and got his shoes on, grabbing his keys and looked to you to make sure you were ready. Even though you’ve been ready for an hour already.

driving there was always you favorite part, you had your music on playing whatever was on shuffle, you and pablo have this tradition where whenever you go shopping you have to get a new starbucks drink to try. So when pablo pulled into the drive through you got excited.

As he pulled up to the speaker he realized he never asked you what to get, and as the lady on the other end started to speak he looked at you nervously.

“what is it this time?”

you unbuckled yourself and leaned over him and started speaking,

“can i get two venti salted caramel mochas please? Extra whipped cream on one of them”

pablo could never understand the concept of ordering drinks at starbucks, all the choices and sizes always confused him. So most of the time you did the ordering.

as he payed for the drinks you gave him a little peck on the cheek, you pointed to the window as the woman standing there had your drinks.

now you guys were on your way to the local mall to see what stores there was. You already knew what you wanted to get. pablo on the other hand, had no idea what he was getting or where he wanted to go.

as he pulled into the parking spot you pulled down that little mirror in the car (pls tell me you know what it is😭) and started checking your makeup, reapplying your sparkly lipgloss. pablo stared at you in awe, the way you looked just had him in a trance.

“alright let’s go”

“i love you”

“i love you too pablo” you said as you kissed him and opened your door getting out of the car. As pablo immediately walked over to you and took your hand in his you guys started walking over to the entrance.

“ooo look at that dress! do you think they have my size?” you said looking at a dress through a window.

“amorcito, we haven’t even seen all the stores.” he said with a little disbelief in his tone, in a blink he was in the store looking at a black sparkly dress with you.

“we can come back and look at it cmon” he said dragging you out the store. One store caught your eye, bath and body works. Your favorite store, they had everything! body wash, lotion, body spray, and candles. You dragged pablo in the store and immediately started smelling the body sprays they had on display.

“does this smell good to you? I like it” you said as you kept smelling a new scent they released, holding it to pablo’s nose as he sniffed it too.

“that does smell really good” as you looked at him a lady walked up to you guys asking if you needed a bag,

“yes!”

“no thank you”

you looked at pablo and took the bag she offered and put the body spray in the bag walking over to the candles and smelling them, pablo relentlessly followed you. As you continue around in the store you told him about work drama, asked him how certain things smelled, stupid questions. Pablo’s favorite part was checking out, as soon as he stepped out the store he told you he had a headache.

you reached in your bag and pulled out a little pouch with advil inside, taking him to the vending machine and paying way too much for a water. It seemed like pablo just couldn’t stop complaining as he started begging you to get some food.

you sighed and took him to the food court with various options for food, but he already was in line for a random burger place. You followed him and scanned the menu

as you guys finished eating you went to some random clothing store, looking through all the pants and shirts. Pablo behind you on his phone carrying clothes you want to try on. Holding a shirt up to your torso you turn around and ask him,

“does this look good on me?”

“of course it does, everything looks good on you”

“okay! here hold this” you said as he dragged on behind you his arms shaking from everything he was holding. You made your way to the dressing room and took all the clothes you had and went into a stall. Pablo finding a seat and still scrolling on his phone.

But this specific outfit had you questioning if you wanted it or not, you walked out and called for him,

“does this outfit make me look weird? i can’t tell if i like it or not, does it make me look fat? does it-“

you got cut off by pablo telling you that you look gorgeous in everything, you looked in the mirror behind you and put your hands on your hips. you walked back to your stall and put on the clothes you had on originally finally deciding what you were gonna buy.

walking with pablo to the register with him still holding everything you thanked him for his hard work. As the woman at the register told you your total, you pulled out your wallet until pablo had already had his card out and put it in the pay thingy (you know right? 😭)

you looked shocked, you had the money to pay for it but he payed for you anyways. She handed you the bags and you gave them all to pablo of course. And made your way back to the car.

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A/N: i got lazy towards the end 😜

#gavi #pablo gavi imagines #pablo gavi #gavi x reader #pablo gavi fanfic #pg6

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rainstops · 5 months

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i'll pay for your number

modern au yae miko, hu tao, yelan (seperate)

a/n: this is painfully cheesy becuz i cant flirt, also yelans part is so rushed

summary: the genshin girls see you at their local shop, and immediately have a crush on you. will they manage to get your number?

warnings: alcohol (yelan), a weird creep flirting with you and not leaving you alone (yelan)

yae miko Miko was never one to fall for anyone who she sees. But as soon as she walked into her local starbucks, she noticed you behind the counter. It took her just a glimpse to notice that you were new. She was a regular at this shop, and on any other day she would've went to any of the other workers because they know Mikos order. But luckily she happened to get out of the house extra early.

You greeted her with the probably sweetest smile she had ever seen. It made her heart flutter, and almost made her mess up her order. What is happening here? she is usually never like this! What spell have you cast upon her to make her act that way?

while ordering she was fumbling over her words and she was fidgeting with her fingers. and now she was just supposed to walk out of the store like nothing had happened? as if she wasnt absolutely crushing on you, even though she has said only like two sentences to you? (even if she was in slight denial about crushing on you).

yae miko decided to shoot her shot, but the way her mind was all blank when she locked eyes with you, didnt help her to come up with something.

suddenly your sweet voice interrupted her thinking. "sorry did you want caramel on top?", really anyone else wouldve never forgotten mikos order, not in a thousand years, and if someone did, yae would wonder how thats even possible.

but in your case, it was okay. seriously even if she needed to repeat her whole order to you, she wouldve did it happier than ever.

"well i think you sweetened my day more than that caramel ever could hm?"

oh god why did she say that.

you just blinked at her a few times. "so is that a no...?", did you even realize she was flirting with you?!

miko sighed. "just put caramel on it", she shook her head. she wasnt going to achieve anything like this.

well luckily your co worker came to the rescue! "[name] did you not realize that the girl youre serving right now was so obviously flirting with you? seriously you need to give her your number or something. the sigh she let out was almost painful to hear. also shes one of our regulars"

luckily you were standing with your backs to miko, and whispering. and when you mouthed an "ohh" you immediately knew what to do. even if you were kind of oblivious to flirting, its not like you were entirely stupid.

"heres your order, and i hear youre one of our regulars? I look forward to regularly seeing you", you leaned over the counter, sweetly smiling at her.

god what was that feeling? her stomach and head felt all fuzzy, and her heart was about to burst out of her chest. she felt her cheeks redden. what was she supposed to say? you knocked her whole vocabulary out of her brain with just one sentence. were you even flirting with her? or was she being entirely delusional?

well she had everyday from today on to figure that out, didnt she?

Hu tao

Working at a funeral parlour, of course some flowers were needed. She was a regular, running to the flower store next door. She’s even befriended the friendly old lady who owns the shop!

Yet when she was told to get some more flowers, she groaned. She had other work to do as well! Can‘t someone else do it? Well it wasn‘t too bad of a task, she could chat with the nice lady again, and then return to the task she was finishing before.

So when she stepped through the door with the little bell above it, she didn’t expect someone so… young?

The smell of the flowers hit her, and that’s also when she saw your face. Your soft smile at the sight of a customer walking through the door made her heart flutter.

“Hi how can I help you?”, your smile wandering from ear to ear. Hu Tao was screaming on the inside. How was your voice so sweet? And your smile so gentle and your face so gorgeous??

…was it always this warm in the store?

“O-oh! I’m from the funeral parlour next door, I was just looking to get some flowers for… funeral decoration”, Hu Tao internally cursed herself. Since when was she stuttering over her words like this??

“I think Grandma- well you know the owner of this store, told me about you! Hu… Hu Tao?”, YOU KNEW HER NAME??? This was a foreign feeling for Hu Tao, how come someone could make her feel so… you must’ve bewitched her!

"Yeah thats correct!", phew why was she getting so dizzy?

"okay then hu tao which flowers would you like to buy?", you leaned onto the counter, your hands holding your head.

"Just... two bouquets of spider lilies... please", dammit! was she not capable of forming a full sentence anymore?! why did her face feel so hot! focus hu tao focus!

instead of focusing hu taos thoughts drifted into a whole different direction. what would you, the cute flower girl look like handing her a few red roses? or maybe hu tao could give you some roses herself? she would love to see your face turn as re as the roses... or-

"here are the bouquets! anything else?", your voice snapped hu tao out of her thoughts and she jumped a little.

hu tao needed to get out of here, before her head was going to burst and her heart was going to fly out of her chest.

"thank you!", hu tao just said while grabbing the bouquets, slapping some money on the counter, and running right out the store.

you looked after her, smiling. "weird girl", you laughed and shook your head, while noticing the huge amount of money she left on your counter, which was far beyond of what she owed you. you took a mental note of asking her about it the next time she came here. after all, you were going to see her pretty frequently now, no?

hu tao on the other hand, was out of breath from running. why was she even running from you? hugging the flowers, she looked down onto them. from now on, she was going to make sure, that she was the one who picked up the flowers everytime...

yelan

another loss. over and over she kept loosing the horrible gamble she was in right now. anyone else wouldve chosen a different game, a different table - or even a different location by now!

but... yelan just couldnt bring herself to move away. why? - because you, the dealer of the table were just too cute! yelan couldnt believe her own thoughts, but here we are.

yelan was not even paying much attention to the game anymore. her attention was mostly on you, trying to figure out if there was a way she could get your number, without having to directly ask for it.

even you were wondering by now why she hasnt left the whole entire place yet. not like you wanted her to leave, you didnt want to lie to yourself, and in all honestly, she was kind off attractive. nonetheless, she seemed a little... out of it. has she had too much alcohol?

one way or another, your shift was about to be over. your other co worker was already walking up to you to take over the table.

you greeted him and with a simple and quick exchange, you left to go get your stuff, and then head home.

as always, you walked past the bar. to ur dismay, a weird old creep stopped you and started flirting with you.

"hey cutieee - where ya headed", you werent standing particularly close to him, but even from where you were stading, you could tell that he reeked of alcohol.

you decided it was best to ignore him and just keep walking. yet the man had other plans for you. he yanked you by your wrist, and you pulled you closer to him.

"sir please let me go", you tried your best to remain somewhat professional and not punch him in the face right then and there.

but it didnt seem like he was going to let go anytime soon. he kept babbling something about going back to his place, while you tried to push yourself away from him, since convincing him with words didnt work. you werent even sure if the words arrived in his brain.

you were about to ask literally anyone for help, when a woman stepped in.

she pushed the man off of you, and standing between the two of you, keeping you safe from him.

"didnt you hear her you creep? she doesnt want anything from you", this obviously seemed to anger the man, yet the woman seemed to not care about amything his drunken state had to say to her.

she simply rolled her eyes, took your hand and walked away with you.

"are you okay?", she asked.

"ah- yeah thank you so much for helping me", and saying the things i cant say, you wanted to add, but figured it was unprofessional.

the woman in front of you sighed.

"do these kind off things happen to you a lot?", she asked. "kind off yeah, but its what you expect when you work in a place where alcohol is being sold", you answered.

"well if anything happens, just call me", she said, handed you a slip of pape, before wandering off without another word.

only after she left you noticed your quick heartbeat in your chest, as if your heart was begging to be left out of the place where it belonged and follow your savior the woman.

maybe you were going to call her even if it wasnt 100% necessary.

#rainstops #yae miko #yae miko x reader #yelan #genshin yelan #yelan genshin impact #yelan x reader #hu tao #yae miko genshin #hu tao genshin impact #hu tao x reader #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines

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ericsprincess · 7 months

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i can't stop for you and me

nc-17, Sung Hanbin/Reader, office au, lawyer!reader, also bully!reader (kinda), doormat!Hanbin, cunnilingus

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A/N: Reparations ;) This is a gift for a friend. I'm not a ZB1 fan and I don't know them well, so I hope it’s at least a little bit of a fitting scenario for Hanbin.

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Fucking CUTE. You think while spinning your pen between your fingers. You’re sitting behind your big wooden desk, peeking over the dossier that you’ve been pretending to read for the past 15 minutes, your eyes scanning through the office in front of you, until they find your favorite target - your new pretty assistant, Hanbin.

To be honest, he’s not even doing anything particularly cute, he’s quite literally just doing his job, staring into a computer screen and typing occasionally. He’s that pretty and adorable just by existing, with his delicate porcelain doll face and black hair.

I should have hired that old lady, you lament, but you know it’s bullshit. You knew you’re gonna give him a job offer the moment he walked into the meeting room for his interview, all fresh from school and excited to start his career. He looked so proper and polite, thoughtfully answering every question, even daring to blush and sweat under your scrutiny. You took one brief look at his CV to check if he’s qualified enough, and he was. There might have been better, more experienced candidates, but you decided to do this thing for you, just this once. Treat yourself.

And now it’s coming back at you in full force.

This is not good. This is a problem. His presence makes you feel things and all of them are inappropriate at the very least.

It’s not helping that he would obviously bend over backwards to make you happy. You don’t even need to finish the question and he’s already eagerly rushing to complete whatever unnecessary task you made up this time. No request is dumb enough for him to object, and you actually tried. He would just happily go about his way to fulfill it. You could send him to sort cases by alphabetical order backwards and he would just ask when it’s supposed to be done. Sometimes you like to ruffle his feathers a little more by giving him work that he’s clearly not ready for, like that one time where you made him give a presentation to your client instead of yourself. You actually thought he’s going to faint, but somehow he powered through it just by sheer determination, earning an approving smile and nod from you, going all red in reply.

Not to say that thanks to his good looks he solved your perpetual problem of missing partner at every work function and dumb dinner party with clients. Now you get to drag your handsome assistant along as your plus one to every event, where you can not only parade him around, but also enjoy him fussing over your comfort, bringing you drinks, holding your coat or bag and even driving you home. You can see the jealousy in others and it makes you secretly happy.

You wouldn’t be able to do that, if you hired that old lady.

And even today, despite being already long past his shift, he still decided to stay working late, just because you did. The office is already empty and dark, the only sole source of light shining on his face is his computer screen in his cubicle and the light coming out of your glass walled office.

He rubs his eyes.

You slap the dossier down on your desk.

“Hanbin-sshi, can you please come here for a second?” you call out.

“Yes, ma’am,” he immediately replies and gets up. He’s sluggish and obviously tired and you almost feel bad for him. Almost.

“Can I help you with anything?” he asks.

“Yes. I would like you to run to the Starbucks, I want some coffee. I’d like a venti pumpkin spice latte-” you pause, seeing as he’s struggling to fish out his phone to take notes. “with four shots of espresso, almond milk, light caramel drizzle, light foam, one pump of pumpkin sauce, one pump of maple pecan sauce and salt topping. Thank you.” you smirk at him as he’s dutifully tapping everything down.

“No problem, I’ll be right back, ma’am,” he bows a little and rushes out of the door.

Your stomach rumbles. Actually.

“Actually!” you call out, but he doesn’t reply. You jump out from behind your table in hope of maybe being able to catch him, but when you run out of the office you can see he’s already left.

Oh well. Maybe I’ll just send him for the second time, when he gets back.

You turn back to return to your office, when his computer pings with a message.

Huh? He didn’t lock his computer?

You take a look, and really - he didn’t. He must have forgotten or just didn’t care, since no one else is left at the office at this time.

Moreover, the message is not from your designated work chat app, but from a personal one. You lean forwards to take a look at the unread notification.

matt says: so how’s the late hours with the sexy boss going? dude you’re a masochist.

You blink. Without any hesitation you click on the chat and scroll through the last messages.

hb says: fuck it's getting really hard to hide my boners from her

>every time she orders me around i can barely think

>i just go home and jerk off everyday thinking about her bossing me around

>if she ever finds out im screwed

>i literally stayed working late, just in case she wants something

>she could ask me to eat her pussy under her desk and i would just crawl under

>matt i’m so fucked

Your reflection on the computer screen twists into a wide grin. Oh. What a beautiful bunch of revelations.

You had a hunch that he must like taking orders and feeling accomplished by completing tasks, but you didn’t know it’s sexual for him. Much less, that it’s because of you, in particular. But hey, at least it validates your own interests in this little game.

You do your best to curb your giddiness and return back behind your desk. Hanbin appears a few minutes later, with your coffee in hand and a little bag in another.

“Here, ma’am. I also took the liberty to bring you some snack, since it’s really late and you must be hungry.” he hands you both.

You open the little back and pull out a blueberry muffin. “Thank you, Hanbin-sshi,” you take a bite. “It’s like you’re reading my mind. I hope I’m not putting you through too much trouble.”

“Oh, no, really, it’s not a problem,” he’s quick to assure you, shaking his head.

“Hanbin-sshi, it’s such a joy to have you. You’re always so eager and helpful, I could not pick a better assistant,” you smile kindly at him.

“T-thanks, ma’am, this really means a lot to me.” he stutters, cheeks already burning red.

“Sometimes it feels like I could ask you to eat my pussy under my desk, and you would just crawl right under, wouldn’t you?” you ask with a smirk.

He freezes. Gotcha.

“I-..”

“You?”

“I- I actually, I would,” he admits. He looks nervous, like he's sure he’s busted, outed as a pervert and will be fired immediately. It looks good on him.

“Okay,” you nod and push yourself off your desk on your chair. You gesture at the space. “Be my guest.”

He looks at you disbelievingly, as if he’s not sure if you’re serious or if it’s just some kind of a prank. But eventually, he seems to make up his mind.

He slowly falls on his knees. He looks at you, as if to check whether it is really something you want, and when he sees you’re not putting a stop to it, he slowly crawls on his all fours under your big desk.

You roll your chair back to its place. You look down, where two big eyes are staring right back at you.

“I hope it were not just empty words, Hanbin-sshi. I’m sure you don’t want to disappoint me,” you warn him.

“No, of course not, ma’am,” he hurries to assure you and visibly gathers all the courage to actually touch you. He runs his hands over your legs and leans forwards.

He starts kissing your thighs, while bunching your skirt up, even daring to suck and lick a little at your skin. He slowly gets to your pussy and he doesn’t hesitate to lick over your panties, already wet ever since you discovered his true feelings. It’s like he’s trying to get as much of your taste as he can through them, licking until they are completely drenched with both your juices and his saliva. He’s kneeling in front of you, holding you around your hips, his whole face buried in your crotch, like he doesn't care if he can even breathe.

It feels good and you’re getting more and more aroused, but you can’t wait for a more direct stimulation. You grab him by his hair and pull him off you by force. You quickly lift yourself up to pull down your panties, and he frantically helps, even tries to dive back in, but your hold won’t let him.

You look into his eyes and wait a second until he calms down a bit, while he whimpers. He’s all red and clearly aroused and he looks so pretty, you’re sure you will never forget this sight of his delicate face, eager to pleasure you.

“Now you can,” you say and let go of his hair. He doesn’t hesitate a moment and quickly leans forwards to get back your pussy.

It feels like his tongue is everywhere. He’s licking all over your pussy and trying to push his tongue in. You have half a mind to tell him to use his fingers, but his tongue already feels so good, you want to see if he will manage to make you cum only like that.

And it seems he will, since when he moves to your clit, it’s basically game over for you.

He’s clearly bringing out his A-game, rubbing all over your clit with flat tongue in cruel tempo, building up your pleasure, until he can tell you’re getting close, then switching to quicker flicks, his mouth sealed around your pussy as if he was making out with it.

You’re getting close and you know he can tell, just by the sounds you’re making. You’re so wet it must be dripping off his face. He’s tireless, his tongue never stopping, he’s even moaning a little, as if it was him being pleasured.

You grab him by his hair and push him even closer and then you’re cumming, smothering him with your pussy and juices and not letting him breathe at all, not until you’re finished. He’s not fighting it, letting you ride his face as much as you need, slowly coming down from your orgasm.

You let him go, and he takes a deep breath. He looks up at you.

You roll your chair back a little. You take a moment to enjoy the look at him all out of his mind, kneeling under your desk, red, sweaty and disheveled. He’s breathing heavily, aroused and undeniably close to orgasm, without even touching himself.

“Are you hard, Hanbin-sshi?” you ask.

It’s a stupid question, his cock is obviously tenting his pants, even leaving a dark wet spot on them. But he nods regardless, eyes glazed over, face still wet. His black hair is sticking to his face a little.

“If you manage to drive us to my apartment without either crashing or cumming, I’ll suck you off. What do you think about that?”

You can see his breath hitching. He doesn’t even need to answer.

“Go get your coat.”

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fqiryspit · 1 year

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𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 ; 𝐞.𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝘌𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘦𝘷𝘪 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Summary: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐘/𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞?

cw: College!AU, Full smut, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, getting absolutely railed, Relationship Problems, Love Triangles, Smut, Historia is pregnant with Erens baby, Eren and Y/n are together, Levi is with Petra, Sad sex, Y/n is lowkey depressed, Eren is bad at feelings, Starbucks Levi, Levi is Bad at Feelings, Historia the Hoe, mega toxic, Toxic Eren.

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you were on autopilot as you walked into the apartment building, eyes glossed over in a haze of one motive,

having your fist in Historias mouth.

the receptionist waved at you but you passed by her, your cold keys clacking against each other as you pressed the elevator button

the old lady at the counter face contorted in confusion, your coldness is out of character, but before she can ask the steel doors slam shut.

you feel your stomach twist as you walk down the hallway, not understanding the feeling until you knock on her door,

it's excitement.

"I'll be there in a sec!" you hear her pitchy priss dumb bitch voice hiss.

she doesn't even check the peephole as she blindly opens the door, stupid, what if someone on the other side had bad intentions?

the handle turned,

but me? I have only the purest intentions.

"Y/n?" your eyes traveled up her frame, meeting with her doll blue eyes

the same eyes that widen when your fist smashed into her cheek.

her blonde locks spiraled to the side as her neck strained at the harsh momentum, her lips screaming "WHAT THE HELL!" as she held her throbbing cheek

she stumbled back as she looked up to you, utter confusion turned into fearful realization,

you know...

fuck.

you pulled her by her collar, hitting her against the door, closing it in the process

"you fucked MY boyfriend" you scream, eyes wide as fucking fury filled your veins

"get.the.fuck.off.me, you FUCKING LUNATIC!" she screeched as the tip of her shoe smashed into your knee

losing balance at her action, you fall onto one of your knees, hopping back up just for your shoulders to be pushed down and your chin held up

"eren doesn't want some psychotic bitch in his life. stay away from him" she said through gritted teeth

you sucked on the side of your gums to compose yourself

she...is telling you to stay away from him?

you jumped up with your knee bent, kneeing her in her stomach earning a scream from her, she bent down in reflex to hold her stomach,

your nails dug into her scalp as you forced her head up,

"I'm not some fucking slut that fucks other people's boyfriends" you spat,

"Well maybe he just didn't want to be with some boring ass bitch like you" her blue eyes flamed as she glared at you

"No, maybe if you didn't get yourself pregnant we would've been fine" you snapped back, jaw locked in place as you stared in disgust at her

"I never wanted to be pregnant, Do you have any idea how much that broke me?" she cried, hot tears running down her porcelain face as she screams at you

"I have a pretty fucking good idea myself" you laughed through your words, you're gonna go through all shit of what she went through...you hope you come out not as messy

"I WAS NOTHING. I'm forever just some forgotten mom, a mistake"

"I'M SORRY THAT'S NOT MY FUCKING PROBLEM!" you dropped her head down to kick the tip of your shoe into her stomach causing a dry struggle of air to release from her lungs

"like it or not it is your problem, you don't want him, you don't want to fix this...you just wanna tell yourself you're fighting...be honest with me Y/n, who exactly are you fighting for?"

...who am I fighting for?

"don't try and relate to me, don't try and act like you know how I feel in this shit that you caused." you hissed with gritted teeth, sweat dripping from your face as you pant, knuckles sore and heart racing as you mutter the next words,

"Historia, I mean this with everything in me"

"I will never forgive you"

she slowly looks back up to you, sucking in her blooded lip while staring into your dead eyes

"and I'll never apologize"

your fist ran up in a matter of moments, not thinking as your fist cracked against her temple, her glossy lips crying out as her head begin to throb, her teeth still shut together as she huffs in anger, before you could react she threw her fist at what was in front of her

it was like slow motion as Historias fist moved towards you,

somethings wrong

you don't know why, but something is terribly, terribly wrong

and then it hits you.

historias mighty fist was about to hit,

the one place a mother should never let slip

the safe haven you've built for your baby was about to have one rude awakening

and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it

Chapter 20

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sidemenxyn · 8 months

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Being w3s assistant for 24 hours (Calfreezy’s video)

Tw: language, slight harassment and I believe that’s it!

w2s x Y/n Willows

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“Welcome to another video, today we are going to be surprising Y/n by being her assistant for 24 hours.” Cal spoke. His cameraman followed him as he walked towards your office.

Knocking on the door he heard you beckon him in, opening the door you spun in your comfy sidemen chair and saw Cal with his cameraman Harry (gfilm). You smiled “hey guys, what’s up?” Cal asked “for my video can I be your assistant for 24 hours?” You raised an eyebrow and asked “my assistant?” He nodded, you beamed “ok!” Cal turned and gave the camera a thumbs up.

Callum asked “so got anything I could do?” You thought for a moment then responded “yeah, could you do me a favour- well two favours. First being, could you go to Starbucks and get me a cheese toasty with a iced coffee. You two can get something if you want and then on your way back to my office can you get a hoodie of Harry’s? Any hoodie.” He smiled “yes boss, we’ll be back!”. “Ok bye!” You smiled as they left you office to go do his first job.

After some time you had finished editing the video, by the time you’d finished Cal and his cameraman had came back. Cal handed you Harry’s hoodie you thanked “thank you, did you guys get anything?” Cal answered “only a frappe” you nodded as he waited for you to put on Harry’s hoodie. Once you did, he handed you the toasty and your drink. Thanking him again he then asked “what’s next?” You replied “if you want you could go through the video I just finished editing. You know I like yours and Harry’s opinions on my editing.” He smiled and nodded. You left him and Harry (gfilm) to watch your video you were going to post.

Walking into the living room, you spotted Harry sitting there on his phone. So you walked over and sat next to him. You smiled “Hey, love” he gave you a kiss on the cheek and said “Hey, aren’t you filming with Cal?” You nodded and said “he’s being my assistant for 24 hours so I got him watching my new video I’m due to post.” He nodded and asked “can I watch it before you post?” You beamed “of course, you know I’ll show you before I post it.” He smiled and placed his arm around your waist.

After some time, Cal came into the living room and said “all done, it’s good nothing needs to be changed.” You smiled. He asked “is there anything else I can do for you?” You looked at your Apple Watch and spoke “you can come with me to get my nails done and run a few errands. That’s if you want to though.” He nodded, “course, let’s go.” You gave Harry a kiss and went to put your shoes on.

Getting into your car, you and the two boys buckled up. Harry (gfilm) starts to record again. As you were driving through the streets of London, Cal asked “so what are you getting done? Like what nails?” You replied “look on my phone, go on Pinterest and look at the most recent photo.” He did as he was told and complemented the nails and showed the camera. The girls in his comments agreed that the nails were cute too.

Now at the nail salon, you look up at Cal and spoke “if you get bored your both fine to go somewhere to eat or something.” Cal replied “ok, we’ll probably go in a bit.” You nodded and took a seat. Since your friend was the nail tech lady, you and her were catching up on some drama; to which Cal would record his reactions to the drama. You turned to Cal “what do you think she should’ve done?” Cal agreed “she should’ve done what you two were saying, that’s outrageous what she did to that girl.” The spicy drama was just starting as your long nail appointment took a little longer than usual.

As you were walking out of the nail salon, you looked at Cal and asked “when we get back can you do me another favour?” He asked “and that favour is?” You answered “go through my gym clothes and sort them out with me? I need to give some to my friend I told her she can have some.” He nodded.

After that you and the boys headed to M&S, as you walked in Cal asked “what are you getting exactly?” You said “uh, well we need some food for tonight since our food delivery isn’t till tomorrow and I need to find some white shirts for the upcoming sidemen video.” Cal nodded.

As you looked through the men’s shirt, Harry and Cal went over to the snack isle and went to grab some food. As you were looking at shirts some teenage boys approached you “yo, you woretoshaws missus?” You looked over to see some boys dressed in all tech-fleeces. You nodded “can I help you?” He asked “can I get your number?” Some of the boys laughed, you knew that they were immature. You asked “I’m sorry? Didn’t you just ask if I was woretoshaw’s missus?” He nodded “yeah, can I get your number though??” You said “uh no sorry, I have a boyfriend?” You were baffled about the encounter. The other boy spoke “he can do better than w2s, swear.” You shook your head and awkwardly smile. The boy then asked again “so?! Can I get your number, b?” You scoffed “first of I’m not your b, and secondly you all know I am in a relationship, so no sorry.” As the boy spoke Cal and Harry entered the isle.

The boy spoke “are your just being a bitch, give me your number. I can do better than him, swear. You too hit for him.” You gave him a discussed look and spoke “please go away, your being rude and immature.” Cal asked “what’s going on Y/n?” You turned sighing n in relief as you heard Cal. You replied “these boys were wonder if I could give them my number.” Cal raised an eyebrow and spoke “was there need to call her a bitch?” The boy protested “yeah, she isn’t giving me her number.” Cal glanced at Harry making sure he was filming the conversation. Cal spoke “well if she said no, why are you asking still?” The boys kept protesting and in the end the security guards removed the immature boys out of the shop. Cal checked up on you which you were fine.

You looked at Harry and asked “did you get that?” He nodded. You then explained to the two boys and the camera what happened you also looked at the camera and added “if your like those boys please don’t come over to me in public. If you know me I like when people say hi or ask for a photo but don’t be a dick to me, ok?”. Cal was angry at those boys, cause this never happens to you. And cause you and Cal are close he felt the need to protect you. He was like a brother to you, which was cute in your eye.

After your small day out, you three entered the apartment. You texted Harry beforehand asking if he was filming which he wasn’t. You call out “Harry?!” He called back “yeah?!” You walked into the kitchen to see him sat at the booth with his laptop in front of him. You said “you’d never guess what happened at fucking M&S?!” He raised an eyebrow “what happened.” You explain everything and then Harry showed your boyfriend the video clip. Harry was annoyed at that, he hated these type of people. He never liked interacting with people while he was doing everyday tasks. So to see this frustrated him.

As Harry was editing a video, you were sat in the bed with Cal. Cal would hold up a piece of gym clothing and you’d say keep or give depending on the item of clothing. Cal held up a blue pair of cycling shorts, you couldn’t remember if you had worn them the other day. You looked at Harry and asked “Harry? Did I wear them last week?” He turn in his chair and looked at the shorts Cal held up. He replied “yeah, you getting rid of them?” You shook your head “oh no, they are my good shorts.” You remember as you saw the small logo on the inside of the waist band. Harry smirked and said “good.” Making a little joke there for you to giggle at and Cal made a grossed out face. You then bridging out with laughter.

It was now evening, meaning dinner was around the corner. So you got Cal to help you out, along with Harry. So all three roommates helped cook dinner for the night. And to say it was delicious was an understatement.

So after dinner, you decided to stream. Leaving Cal to have his own time, after a while Cal and Harry got bored so as the ‘best’ roommates they were; they went to your room and have gave your peaceful and loving stream, some energy. They were cracking jokes left right and Center while laughing loudly. The stream you were doing was a house decorating video, you were currently making the living room and since the boys were there you asked “what do you think? Should I add some blue to match the green?” The boys moved closer to your pc screen and agreed to add some blue and they also complement you living room “I’d buy that house if I could.” And “you should’ve been a fucking interior designer not a fucking streamer.” Once again your three erupted with laughter.

After the late night stream you all went to bed. And with the next morning you decided to do the outro “so guys, hope you enjoyed me controlling Carl’s video for the day! Like and subscribe have a good day!”

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baxteravenue · 8 months

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HOW TO FAKE IT 2

part i.

summary: when jack and yours management team come together to create a perfect pr relationship you and jack must do your best to keep it as professional as possible... but when you have to spend a year together the lines between real and fake can become a little blurry.

STAGE TWO: A Little Bit Of Water

It had been maybe three weeks since your trip to Louisville with Jack, where you got to spend some time with his family and friends. You were glad everyone in his circle loved him and that he trusted them because for the entirety of the time that you were with him there beside the random fan picture there was really nothing else that tied the two of you together.

But now it was game time, because the two of you were back to the real world.

“And you're wearing Tommy?” You asked wrapping your arms around Jack as the two of you walked into the hotel the both of you were staying at, noticing all the lingering people who were not subtle with their secret picture taking.

He nodded, looking down at you stealing a sip from your Starbucks. “Mm that’s too sweet Y/N.”

You shrugged, “I like it sweet.”

“I know you do.” He winked at you, making you laugh.

“I’ll drink some Phocus next time.”

“Okay actual question, do you actually like it?” Jack asks you as he presses up for the elevator.

You’re silent for a moment before you shake your head earning a dramatic look from him. “It’s not that it’s not good, it's just that I don't like energy drinks.”

“Oh but you’ll drink a twelve pack of coke in like a day?”

You frowned, “Leave my caffeine addiction alone.”

The elevator opened up letting the two of you walk in and just as it was about to close for the two of you another person walked in pressing another floor. You politely smiled at the person.

It was quiet before the lady turned to the both of you before smiling again, “Do you mind if I get a picture with you? I mean my daughter would kill me if I didn't. She loves your latest EP, what's it called, Honeymoon Avenue?”

You smile, nodding your head excitedly. “Of course baby, can you take the picture?” You ask Jack.

He nods, “I got y'all with a good picture.”

Jack gently takes the phone from the lady’s hand taking as many pictures of you two, smiling, hugging and laughing. You even record a video for her daughter who you learned is named Jasmine.

The two of you say goodbye as she gets off on her floor leaving you two alone for a minute longer before getting off on your floor.

“You’re so kind and gentle with all of them, you put me to shame.” Jack smiles at you as you enter the two bedroom suite the two of you are sharing to get ready.

“I try to be as kind as I can be, I know what it’s like to be awkward and stuff and just say things at the wrong time.” I laugh, “I was homeschooled so…”

“That makes sense.” Jack laughs along.

You push him gently, “Jerk.”

Jack pulls you into him on the small couch, shaking his head. “I’m just messing with you sunshine.”

You can’t help but notice all the freckles on Jack’s face as he speaks closely to you and you feel woozy at how blue his eyes are and you can see all the crinkles near his eyes. You stand up fast almost falling over, “Hair and makeup is here I have to take a shower.”

Jack gives you a confusing look before nodding. “Okay, I’ll let them in when they knock. Neelam and Iris should be here any minute anyways.”

You can’t even respond to him, all you can do is throw a thumbs up and shut the door behind you.

“Oh fuck no, this can’t be happening.” You mumble.

Jack actually has no idea what just happened and can’t even think too much about it because a whole glam team is entering the room as soon as you shut the door behind you.

You and Jack ride separately to the VMA’s since he has to be there earlier since he’s performing and presenting. You’re excited to see him bring out Fergie.

You get out of the car and are immediately led to the carpet where fans are lined up behind barriers and cameras flashed every second. You waved at the loud crowd to your left, immediately backing up to take pictures.

“Y/N, I knew you were going to be here!” A girl screams and you laugh.

“You look so good!”

“I love you all so much!” You practically scream giving as many people as you can hugs, and taking selfies.

“Where’s the new music girl? And tour?”

You bring your index fingers to your lips, “Patience is key!”

You pose for several pictures before being led to a few people for short interviews.

“Hello gorgeous, you look stunning.” A random interview compliments you as you walk up to them.

“Thank you, you look absolutely gorgeous as well.”

“Your outfit is seriously so simple but stunning, very classic.”

You nod, “I had to take some inspo from Mimi, the queen, her VMA look from 1997 has always been etched into my brain so I had to pull that inspiration from her.”

“Well you are pulling it off. What about music should we be looking out for that?”

You shrug, “Maybeeeee.”

You move on getting mostly the same questions.

“And Jack Harlow?”

You know that they want you to slip up but you just give them a cheeky grin, “He’s performing today isn't he? I like his song First Class, so I’m excited to hear that.”

You’re getting escorted away before she can even respond to you.

“Good?” You ask Iris.

“Just enough.” She winks back leading you to your seat that’s right next to Jack who’s opening up the show.

Right before it’s about to begin though Neelma rushes through pulling you up, whispering something in Iris’ ear and before you know it you’re being dragged away backstage to fake airplane set.

“First Class set, makes sense.” You giggle as you walk up to Jack who's getting mic’d up.

You see everyone else, random models who are seat filling and several celebrities.

Fuck it, let’s put on a show.

You place a soft kiss on his lips, “Kill it baby.”

Jack looks taken back for a second before pulling you back onto him and placing another kiss on your lips, “Two times for good luck.”

They lead you to your seat right across from Becky G and when you know he can’t see you touch your lips a bit.

“You two are so cute.” You hear the familiar voice of Becky G, “You both compliment each other really well.”

You smile shyly, “Thank you.”

Just as you thought the performance is a hit and goes ever so smoothly except for when you can’t keep a straight face as Jack wraps his famous pineapple juice line to you.

And when he wins his award your heart soars with pride and you’re the loudest in the room.

“I have the most amazing support system, and the sunshine in my life right now is very bright… Thank you.”

You know the cameras are on you but the smile on your face is not for them.

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x y/n #come home the kids miss you

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s3lfinvolvedh3athen · 9 months

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I'M TAKING SUCH GOOD CARE OF MY LITTLE WHITE BOYS MDNI (18+) NSFW

Zendaya ate this line so mf bad.

Blackf!reader x Armin x Eren.

Warnings: drug use (mary jane), vulgar language, allusion to s3x.

nails, fit

part 1,

armin: yo, you still coming over?

reader: yeah, just gotta finish some errands rq

armin: ayt eren's gonna be here too so imma leave the door open

reader: ouu, okay bruno mars

armin: *side eye*

Giggling at the messages, you look up when you hear your order called.

"Matcha frappucino for y/n"

Sliding your phone back into your pocket, you walk up to the counter and thank the barista with a smile.

Yeah, okay. So your 'errands' weren't exactly errands. Who cares? You're sipping on a Frappuccino, your nails are done and a Sephora bag's draped over your wrist. If anything, today's been productive.

Strolling out of the starbucks, you make your way towards your car. Taking in the iridescent sunset and skyline.

Getting into the vehicle, you situate yourself before peeling off. Opting for silence in favour of music cause let's be real, there's only so many times you can listen to the same 7 songs. Plus, this gives you a chance to appreciate the 'little things' in life.

Or at least that's the excuse you'd be using. Honestly, you were weirdly freaking out and couldn't understand why. Today was chill and now you were gonna smoke, munch and head home to sleep. So why did it feel like your guts were trying to claw their way out of your stomach? Violently? Maybe this was a sign to stop doing 'drugs'... lmao nah that couldn't be it.

Stopping at a red light, you use this as a chance to take a sip of your frappuccino and hopefully calm your nerves. Yeah, the crystal-like texture worked to cool you down. But it also scratched and irritated your throat. Making you wonder if it was really the best drink choice... it totally was. Risk and reward. You'd back the drink and pop a lozenge.

Finishing the rest of your matcha, you fish around in your glove compartment for the hard medicated 'candy' that would provide you with relief. Placing the lozenge into your mouth, you drive off at the unsubtle change in light colour.

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚__________________________________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐♡❁ཻུ۪۪

Tossing the controller in frustration, Eren flops onto his belly on the floor with a drawn-out groan. "Fuck this game, and fuck the both of y'all"

Sealing the paper with an amused grin, Armin lights the J and inhales before handing it to you. Exhaling as he responds to the brunettes dramatics "Shhh, you're scaring the bud"

"WARIO CHEATS"

Ghosting your drag, you take another puff before passing to Eren with a shake of your head.

"You say that every time, maybe you just suck"

What else was his response gonna be if not a childish immitation of what you just said.

The three of you pass the J around while making light conversation. Ashing the roach and placing it on a stray napkin, your ears perk at Eren's suggestion.

Never have i ever

Humming in agreement, you shift on the couch closer to the blonde when Eren gets up off the floor and gestures for you to make space.

Plopping onto the couch, he stills before turning to look at you judgementally.

"Fix your face, what's wrong with you?"

"Dude, your ass is hella warm. Got the seat feeling like a furnace, you been farting or something?"

Guffawing at the absolute nerve, you launch one of the throw pillows at his head while kissing your teeth.

"Shut the fuck up man-bun."

"Aye, aye, aye. The ladies love this man-bun"

Pausing at his words, the three of you exchange looks before bursting into laughter. Yeah, y'all were toasted and the dry mouth was starting to make you uncomfortable.

Getting up, you asked if they needed anything from the kitchen before getting yourself some water.

Leaning on the island while sipping from a glass, you let your eyes wander around the kitchen. You've been in this kitchen countless times but never seem to get over how nice it was.

As you continued your scan of the space, you heard footsteps approaching you. Turning around, you were met with the duo questioningly looking at you. Hints of red dancing in the whites of their low eyes.

"Dude, you've been in here for 10 minutes"

"Awhhh, did you guys miss me?" you teased, turning back to place your glass on the counter before hopping up to sit.

"Maybe"

"Yes"

Smiling at the two when they simultaneously respond, you pick up your glass before draining its contents.

"You guys are actually obsessed with me, it's getting concerning" you drawl out with feigned worry lacing your tone.

"Man shut up, we have a game to play and it's dry with just two people"

"Facts, I'll start"

As the game progresses, armin and eren prop themselves on either side of you with one arm leaning on the counter. So far, things were pretty tame. Although, the questions were definitely starting to border on sexual... okay that's a lie. The questions were getting downright nasty. The three of you completely abandoned the 'never have I ever' part and just started interrogating each other.

"You're lying, there's no way the last time you had sex was three months ago. What about that guy you're always with?"

You confusedly turn your head in both directions, glancing at the two.

"Guy? What guy?"

"The guy with the weirdly coloured bowl cut. It's like... a pinkish red?"

Racking your brain for the 'guy' in question, you recoil when it hits you.

"Oh my God, do you mean Floch??? You think I'm having sex with Floch??"

"Whatever his name is"

"First of all, i'm not always with him you psychos. Second of all, he's not my type and honestly, I don't even think he likes me like that."

Noticing the two boys sharing a look. You tilt your head before asking about it.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"That look you guys just gave each other"

There it is again. That stupid fucking look.

"Oh my godddd! If you guys are gonna leave me out then imma just leave" you bluff, moving to slide off the counter. Stopping when they both place a hand on your thighs to keep you in place.

You weren't really gonna leave but they didn't need to know that.

Rubbing circles on your left thigh and looking up into your eyes, Eren speaks up first.

"He definitely likes you like that"

You turn your head, fixing your gaze on the blonde when you feel his grip on your thigh get stronger. Tingles running up legs at the pairs actions.

"He looks at your ass constantly"

"Always got his hands on you in some way. Your shoulders, your waist."

You couldn't hold back chuckle sitting in your throat.

"Are you guys jealousss? Cause it sounds like you're jealous. Real bad." you drawl out with the same sing-song teasing voice you previously used. Poking fun and the guys cause there's no way they could be jealous.

But the tension in Armin's jaw and crease in Eren's brows told a different story. An unexplored story that may be better off staying as such. Unexplored.

Armin looks away from you, his next words causing the other males hand to strengthen its hold on your thigh similar to the latters.

"Yeah, and what if we are? Hm?"

And you felt it. That same feeling you experienced earlier. The violent twisting in your guts.

Your next words were an attempt to be humorous. A failed attempt to dispel the now intense energy in the kitchen.

"Damn, you guys keep this up and I'm gonna think you have a crush on me"

"Can you blame us though?"

Your voice so quite, it's almost as though you didn't say anything. Almost.

"What?"

Was this some kind of joke to them? Armin couldn't even look at you. And Eren? Eren couldn't stop looking at you.

Hopping off the counter with an exasperated sigh. You turn towards the pair, trying to gage the authenticity of their words before speaking.

"Look, i know i flirt with you guys and we joke around a lot but this isn't funny."

My god, your skin was on fire. You could still feel their touch on your legs. Still feel the subsequent tingles that lingered on your skin. You didn't know where to go from here and you needed space.

Eyes flickering to Armin when he approached you. Quelling your need for space and igniting your need for more when cups your cheek with his hand.

"We're not even remotely joking right now Y/n. You're free to leave whenever you want princess. I don't want that though. I want you to stay... we want you to stay."

My brain hurts so bad rn. Everybody shut the fuck up and appreciate this.

Imma definitely post part 2 soon but lmk what y'all think so far.

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kissesfrombangtanatnight · 4 months

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Roman Reigns: Date Night (Pt. III to Don't Forget the Strawberries and Whipped Cream.)

Author's Note: I'm really enjoying writing this for you all.

Warnings: none really other than the occasional swearing and mentions of blood w/a visual

The Next Morning

You’d just gotten off a long night shift at work. You don’t know exactly what you did to your patient, whose name you learned was Kade, but she ignored you the rest of the shift. You were confused as you two started on a good note, but then she just immediately shut down as your conversation progressed. It troubled you. But hopefully, you didn’t leave a bad impression on her. You hugged Vallerie goodbye before hopping into your car and starting the ignition. Before going home, you were going to make a quick stop at Starbucks and get your favorite drink and some breakfast.

Ten minutes into your drive, your phone rings through your dashboard, and your husband’s name pops up. You smile to yourself before picking up the call.

“Good morning, baby. Are you off work yet?” he asked, sounding like he was moving around.

“Yes, it was a loooong shift. I’ll explain when I get home.” You say stopping a red light.

“Okay, you know I’m all ears. I’ll have a bath ready for you when you get back, okay? You’re off the rest of the weekend, right?” he questions.

“Yep. Which means I’m relaxing the rest of the weekend…. that is if our little nugget allows it.” You giggle.

“No worries about that. I already got it covered. She’ll be at my mom’s for the rest of the weekend. I got something special planned for us.”

You finally make it home, stomach full of the breakfast and coffee you chugged down on your way home.

You park your car in your driveway, your husband’s car already in its usual spot. You get out of your car, and your tiredness starts to hit you like a diesel truck. You could barely put one foot in front of the other. Before heading into your house, you walk to your mailbox. That’s when you hear your name being called. You turn around to see your neighbor, Miss Williamson, walking her poodle. She was an elderly lady, sweet, and nosy, but an overall lovely woman. She smiles at you, a small hint of confusion on her face as she takes in your appearance. You’d hope to make this conversation very short, all you wanted to do was take a hot shower and lay down with your man.

“Good morning, Miss Williamson. How are you?” you smile at her, waving your hand.

She approaches you as her poodle, Miss Fefe, sniffs you. She was a friendly dog that took a liking to you. You giggle as you pet her head.

“Good morning Y/n. It appears you’re just getting off work?” she asks, looking over at your house and then back to you.

“Yes, ma’am. I just started going back to work. I’m thankful for it though. It gets me out of the house.” You tease as she furrows her eyebrows.

“Hmm..I thought I saw another car in your driveway last night when I was walking my dear Fefe. Must’ve been seeing things. Hahaha,” she says, shrugging her shoulders.

“Yes well, I’m pretty tired I’m just going to-“Your words were interrupted by the sound of your front door opening and your husband calling out to you.

“Y/n! You’re home.” He smiles at you before turning his attention to Miss Williamson, his smile then disappears. He and her didn’t like one another. He felt she was way too nosy for his liking. She was like a neighborhood watchdog to him, and he couldn’t stand it.

“Ahh Mr. Anoa’i. Nice to see you on this fine morning. I was just talking with your lovely wife.” She says giving him a fake smile and wave as Miss Fefe begins sniffing around your yard, looking for a spot to piss on.

“Nice to see you too Miss Willy Wonka. Mind getting your mutt off my lawn?” he says, a fake smile now plastered on his face.

You gasp lowly, “Joseph! Don’t say that. Sorry, he didn’t mean that.” You quickly respond as Miss Williamson gasps.

“It’s Williamson to you. I was just talking with Y/n about how I thought I saw another car in her driveway last night. Care to explain?” Miss Williamson says, sticking her nose up at Joe.

“Other than the dementia you have; no I have no explanation other than no one is here besides me.” He says as her and your mouths drop at his comment.

“Joseph!” you say hurrying over to him and clamping your hand over his mouth.

“Why I never! Come on Fefe, let’s go dear. This grass looks artificial anyway.” she says, storming off as her dog hurries behind her.

As you watch her walk away you turn your attention to your husband before you burst into laughter.

“Did you have to say that?” you laugh as he too begins to laugh, wrapping his arms around your waist. He shrugs, bending down to capture your lips onto his. He then pulls away, moving aside so you can walk through the entrance.

“What? She’s annoying. One day she’s gonna run her mouth too much and someone might hurt her.” He says as he closes the door behind him, following you upstairs into your master bedroom.

“Well, I’m sure she means no harm. After all, her late husband was a police officer, so maybe she feels it’s her duty to know what’s going on in the neighborhood.” You reply, walking into your bedroom and kicking your shoes off, sighing in relief.

Your husband comes up behind you as you pull your shirt over your head.

“Well, she needs to mind her business. Anyways, enough about her, freshen up so you can eat, okay?” Joe says, removing your bra as he kisses along your neck.

“Boy, uh uh. I smell like ass. Let me wash before you start kissing all over me.” You grin as you bend down to remove your pants, to which your husband lands a hard smack on your butt, earning a yelp from you.

“See you downstairs.” He winks, heading out the door, making sure to close it behind him.

The Next Night

“Girl yes, we’re having a little date night tonight. Girl yes, I got the lingerie on. Red! His favorite color. You know he gone rip this off of me.” You laugh with Vallerie on the phone as you go into your walk-in closet to pull out the dress you were going to wear for your dinner date with your husband who was downstairs, patiently waiting for you.

You check yourself in the mirror, admiring yourself.

You know, since becoming pregnant, you were highly skeptical of what your before and after appearance was going to be. But honestly, you didn’t look too different than when you did before being pregnant. You smile at the little bit of curve that baby weight gave you. Hopefully, tonight will lead to a little bit of intimacy between the sheets because you’ve missed feeling your man inside you. It’s been a while. Of course, he tried to be intimate during your pregnancy, but with hormones and insecurities, you refused to let him touch you in that way. But tonight, you hoped, would be a different story.

You spray on some perfume before heading out the master bedroom door. Your heels click as you make it to the living room to see your husband standing there, looking as sexy as ever.

“Hey, sorry I took so long.” You giggle as he turns to look at you, admiring you from head to toe.

“No worries, you look stunning as always.” He smirks, approaching you and pulling you into a kiss.

His hands start to travel down your body, feeling and loving every curve before landing on your butt. You moan softly as he gives it a little squeeze. He must restrain himself as he pulls away from you.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later, come on, let’s go enjoy dinner.” He says lowly, planting one last kiss on your lips before grabbing your hand and leading you out the door.

You two make it to your favorite restaurant, a place that you two used to go to when you were back in high school. This place held so many good memories. You walk together through the parking lot and the restaurant doors, immediately being greeted by a waiter.

“Yes, reservations for Anoa’i.” your husband says in his deep voice as the waiter looks through his booklet before smiling and nodding, grabbing two menus.

“Great, just follow me please.” He instructs as he leads you through the restaurant and into a private section of the restaurant.

“Thank you.” You smile as you and Joe take a seat, him pulling your chair out for you like the gentleman he is.

“I know our anniversary isn’t until next week but after hearing how exhausted you sounded on the phone, I wanted to do something special for you.” He smiles momentarily before picking up his menu to skim through it.

“Well after you pampered me all day, I’d say you did a great job. Thank you, Joe. I love this. I need this. Yesterday was a little…..off for me at work.” You say softly, picking up your menu to look through it.

“Care to talk about it?” your husband inquires, momentarily setting his menu down to look at you, giving you his full attention.

“Well…it wasn’t like it was hectic or anything because I only had one patient…. but the one that I had was….a pretty sad case.” You say, shaking your head and leaning against your hand, looking at your husband sitting across from you.

He nods his head in understanding, and he grabs your hands, kissing your knuckles.

“Want to talk more about it? If not, you don’t have to.” He reassures you, giving you a little smile.

That’s one thing about your husband. He was always supportive of your career. Always curious to know more about your job and responsibilities as a nurse. It made your role as a nurse and his partner feel even more important cause he cared enough to know about your day.

“Well, it was a woman. She was badly beaten and dumped behind a dumpster like some trash. You should’ve seen her….she looked like she was hit by a train. It’s so sad. Actually, she’s an old schoolmate of ours. She knows you and I both. She knew we both dated. She knew you used to play football, everything. I don’t remember much about her, but I just knew she looked familiar when I first saw her.” You say as his eyebrows contort into slight confusion.

“She knows me? Hmm…what’s her name?” he says, letting go of your hands and leaning back into his chair to grab his menu again as the waiter approaches your table again with a bottle of your favorite wine. He pours you both a glass.

“Ready to order?” he asks as you both nod your heads.

Once ordering your food, the waiter walks away, and you and Joe resume your conversation, sipping your wine.

“Her name was Kade. Sound familiar?” you ask as your husband stops drinking his wine, his expression almost unreadable.

He places his glass of wine down on the table before tilting his head at you, “Kade?” he questions as you nod your head before shrugging.

“Yes. Like I said, I don’t remember much about her, but she knew a lot about us. But I guess that’s what happens when you’re the ‘it couple’ in school.” You giggle as the momentary glint of alarm etches across your husband’s face and goes unnoticed by you.

It’s silent for a moment as you both sip on your wine, listening to the live orchestral band playing not too far from your table. It was a calming atmosphere. However, you couldn’t help but notice your husband shifting around in his seat.

“Babe? You okay?” you ask as he has zoned out.

“Oh sorry. Haha Just thinking. So anyway, tell me more about work. Was this Kade woman difficult to deal with?” he asks to resume drinking his wine.

You shrug, “No, not really difficult. Just…..shutting herself down once I asked about her love life. Which I probably shouldn’t have done because it’s none of my business, but I just wanted her to not be so timid with me. You know?”

“Yes, I understand. So, what did she say?” he asks just as your dinner arrives at the table.

You both say a quick prayer over your food before digging into it, your tastebuds immediately savoring the delicious steak and potatoes. You halt eating before you resume your conversation.

“Well…..she told me she was not married, but she had a daughter. And-“ Joe immediately cuts you off as he begins to choke on his food. You were about to get up to pat his back but he gently declined your help.

“A daughter?! I mean……a daughter?” he says, regaining his composure.

“Yes……..a three-year-old, but sadly her daughter was taken from her. Then she said something about running away from the father. I don’t know. She didn’t say more.” You say, going back to eating your food.

It’s silent for a moment as you two enjoy your food before he clears his throat.

“Well….I can’t say much other than you’re a special nurse for caring for her in such a horrible time in her life.” Joe says as you give him a small smile.

“I hope so…..but anyways enough about work and more about us.” You say as your husband nods in agreement, glad you were dropping the topic to something heartier.

After a wonderful dinner with your husband, you both laugh as you walk through the parking lot and into your car. Not long, you’ve both made your way home. He parks the car in the driveway as it’s now dark and the moon is glistening beautifully in the sky. The mood was currently set as you couldn’t keep your hands off of Joe the entire ride home.

You couldn’t help but touch and grope his manhood as he grew hard underneath your fingertips. You had to keep your legs clamped shut to keep from touching yourself knowing you couldn’t satisfy yourself like your man could. But here you are, having been patient but now you were in full-blown heated mode wanting nothing more than for your husband to take you in the house, rip your dress off, and fuck you into the sheets until you were crying from pleasure.

“Let’s get in this fucking house, now,” Joe says impatiently as his dick grew heavy and hard, as he wanted nothing more than to stick his dick deep within your walls. His mind was clouded with all the nasty things he was about to do to you, and he couldn’t wait.

You both hurriedly get out of the car and slam the doors shut, hopefully not waking up the neighbors with your eagerness. Your husband almost trips on the pavement as he’s already unbuttoning his pants. You giggle as you both walk down the walkway before you stop dead in your tracks, Joe accidentally bumping into you.

“What? What’s wrong baby?” he asks, confused as to why you stopped walking.

You say nothing as you point at a familiar poodle that was sitting comfortably on your front porch, but when she notices you, she eagerly gets to her feet, barking softly at you, and wagging her tail.

“Fefe? What are you doing here girl? Shouldn’t you be home?” you say as she barks before descending the steps and stopping next to your feet.

She barks softly, making circles around your feet before she sits down in front of you, licking your leg.

“The hell….that woman needs to keep her dog in the house instead of on other people’s property. Shoo. Go home, mutt.” Your husband says, shaking his head at the dog.

“Shh..don’t be mean. Isn’t that right girl? Maybe she got lo-“ you say as you bend down to pet her but you notice something red smeared on your leg from where she licked you.

You look at your leg before looking closely at her mouth and teeth. She had a slight red tint to the fur surrounding her mouth.

“Here….open your mouth Fefe….” You say as she obeys, licking your hand and the red substance smears onto your hand again.

“What the hell did you get into girl?” you ask as she whines, rubbing her head against you.

“Awww maybe I should walk you home. This is so unusual though. Miss Williamson never lets you out of her sight.” You say as you stand back to your feet, petting the poodle on top of her head.

“Babe. She’ll find her way back home. Let’s just go inside and finish what we were starting because this can’t wait any longer.” Joe says, pointing impatiently at his prominent boner in his dress pants.

“But I-“ he cuts you off, kissing you deeply.

“She’ll be fine. Now come on.” He says kissing along your neck as you’re overcome with desire again.

“Maybe you’re right. Come on. Go home Fefe.” You say as your husband throws you over his shoulder, gently shoving the dog aside as you both hurry inside your home.

Fefe whines again, staring up at your front door as it slams shut before deciding to go back home to her owner who was lying in a pool of blood in her basement.

What do you guy think happened to Miss Williamson? What's Joe hiding from Y/n? Will she ever find out the truth about the man she married? Stay tuned..........

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miss-mania · 11 months

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>be me >Lady Ranni's overworked PA >she asks me to get her an oat latte macchiato and a galaxy donut from starbucks >third trip in five hours >out of service sign in front of the elevator >have to crawl out the window and scale down the outside of Ranni's Rise >it takes twenty minutes to climb down and another twenty minutes running at a full sprint to get there >nearly killed by giant lobsters, a huge skeleton bird and some tweaker who spat poison into my eyeballs >finally make it >out of galaxy donuts >order the soy latte macchiato >they write the completely wrong name on the cup. like not even remotely close >sprint back to work blind, still can't see shit because of the poison in my eyes >climb back up the tower >Lady Ranni smiles, thanks me, and takes the coffee >sniffs it >"Dids't thou forget my order, my fair PA? Perhaps entrusting thee with such a vital task was a mistake?" >apologize and basically grovel it was so embarrassing I was crying and shit >"I'll make this right, my lady." >go to climb out the window again >"What dost thou hope to prove, my dear assistant? Iji repaired the lift yesterday and merely forgot to remove the out-of-order sign." >Take the elevator down >Walk out the front door and stop just outside to cry >Suddenly I'm completely drenched >Look up just in time to see Lady Ranni's giant hat retreat into the top floor window >Wipe the soy latte macchiato off my face >"OAT MILK! I will not brook disobedience in this matter!" >"Yes Lady Ranni" I hate this place I hate my life

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mellowsadistic · 2 years

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Tiffany finished putting on her business suit and hurried down the stairs. She had to resist the urge to roll her eyes when she saw her boyfriend sitting in the kitchen, still in his dressing gown. But she couldn’t complain really, she knew. He worked from home, and it wasn’t as if he didn’t make good money. In fact, more than once he’d suggested she quit her job and be a stay-at-home girlfriend. Tiffany wrinkled her nose in disgust at the very thought. She was a career woman, not some dumb housewife! No matter how much she loved her boyfriend, she couldn’t stand the thought of being dependent on him like that.

She gave him a kiss on the cheek and hastily drank the morning coffee he’d made for her. It tasted a little funny, but she was grateful all the same. Usually she had to stop off at Starbucks on the way to work for her caffeine fix. In fact, now that she thought about it, it was odd for her boyfriend to be up so early at all, especially since they’d been up late last night for Halloween. Most of the time he went right back to sleep after she got out of bed, after cuddling her tightly and preventing her from getting up for at least five minutes every morning. Maybe he was finally developing a proper work ethic… She drained her cup and headed over to the front door.

“Where are you going, little lady?” her boyfriend asked in a bright, syrupy voice.

“What?” Tiffany replied, bristling a little at his tone as she fumbled with her coat. Little lady? She’d have to have a word with him about his condescending attitude when she got home that night. Or at the weekend. Or whenever she had some free time. “I’m going to work, obviously.”

“Silly girl,” he laughed, shaking his head. “Halloween’s over, baby. It’s time to take off your costume.”

Tiffany turned around, looking irritated. “What are you talking about?” Then she blinked. She suddenly felt very dizzy. She looked down at her clothes, at her professional linen suit. Charcoal grey, with a white shirt beneath. That wasn’t a costume. Was it? Her head felt strange and tingly, and she had to put out a hand to balance herself against the wall. Her coat dropped to the floor. What was the matter with her?! She glanced sharply at the empty coffee mug. No. Daddy wouldn’t do that. She must just have low blood sugar or something... Then she blushed hotly. Daddy? Where had that come from?!

“What have…” she mumbled, her words coming out slurred. “What you… done?”

“It’s alright, baby,” her boyfriend sad gently, walking over and holding her steady. “I’ve got you. I think you’re a bit confused, sweetie. This is just a costume, remember?” He brushed his hands over her suit jacket. “You dressed as a big girl for Halloween. A big, smart businesswoman. But it was just a costume.”

“Nooo…” Tiffany groaned. She hadn’t even dressed up for Halloween, had she? Didn’t she think that was stupid? Her head felt so funny, but she could tell something was very wrong here. “Dat’s not… That’s not pwetend!”

“Yes it is, little one,” said her boyfriend, more firmly. “You don’t really go to work, Tiffy. You’re far too sweet and silly for that, remember? You’re just a baby.”

“Baby?” Tiffany echoed, stupidly. Why did her mind feel so foggy? “Nu… Nu-uh! Notta baby! I’m a big giwl!” She glared at her boyfriend. “You… You doing somefing to me!”

“Tiffy,” he said warningly, “Daddy says it’s time to take off your costume. No more playing pretend now. Do you need a smacked bottom, baby girl?”

Tiffany whined. She shook her head. This wasn’t right!

“Then go upstairs and change into your normal clothes,” said Daddy. “They’re in the spare bedroom. Off you go.”

He patted her on her bum to send her on her way, and Tiffany found herself heading back upstairs obediently. Somewhere in her mind, she knew she ought to put up a struggle. She ought to resist. But it was so hard to think properly, and she didn’t want to get a spanking. She walked down the hall and into the spare bedroom. When she saw what was laid out for her on the bed, her face reddened and she let out another whine. But she knew better than to disobey Daddy.

She started with her suit pants first, stripping them off and folding them neatly on the bed. Her big girl underwear went next, and she couldn’t help pouting as her panties dropped to her ankles, never to go up again. She sat her bottom on the thick nappy that lay on the bed and taped it up around herself snugly. Then she stood up, the bulky diaper crinkling noisily between her legs, slipped off her suit jacket, and started unbuttoning her grown-up shirt. Her bra followed quickly, then her shoes and socks, and soon Tiffany was nude but for her nappy. Fully dressed for the day. She felt a bit better after that. She’d done what Daddy told her to do. She smiled. What a good girl she was. The tingles in her head were growing stronger, becoming more and more powerful, and with them came a rush of pleasure inside her skull. Her nappy felt right, even if it was embarrassing. That must be what she normally wore, not the boring old grown-up costume on the bed.

Then Tiffany suddenly became aware of a pressure in her bladder and her bottom. She frowned, thinking hard for a few moments before she remembered what it meant. She had to go potty! She took half a step towards the door, towards the bathroom, before she stopped herself. Because she was being stupid. She was just a sweet, silly baby. She didn't know how to use the potty! Giggling at her own silliness, Tiffany squatted down and started doing her morning poo-poo in her pants, just like she did every day. She did a big pee-pee too, filling her oversized baby pants to the brim with tinkle.

Once she was done, she straightened up, grinning broadly, and waddled off to find her Daddy again, Pampers jiggling between her thighs. She wasn't after a diaper change of course, because she knew it was up to Daddy when she got a clean nappy. No, she’d forgotten to give him his morning blowjob! She was such a little dumb-dumb! How could she forget her only job? Then after that Daddy would feed her breakfast, and they’d have a nice, long cuddle, followed by a full day of playtime. She couldn’t wait!

#mellowsadistic

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