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[scuderiahoney]

In motion question for purely research purposes-

how easily can bunny be pursuaded into dying her hair to the timberwolves colour (blue I believe) after a good season? And

1) whose gonna encourage her (in my head alex is def one of them)

2) whose gonna begrudgingly help her apply it on while shaking their head

3) on scale of 1-10 is how bad is her meltdown after she realises that its not.. the best colour to have on your head (oscar's definitely trying to be empathetic but he cant stop laughing)

-😴

OKAY i love this!!! but i read it and sort of could imagine it having happened in the years before Oscar joined the team. and then i got carried away so. a lil in motion blurb perhaps? set during freshman year!

“This is a bad idea,” Max says from the doorway, nose wrinkled.

“It’s a little late for that opinion,” Lando snarks, brows furrowed in concentration. “The dye is already on her hair.”

Alex, who’s sitting in the countertop in the bathroom, is grinning. “It’s a great idea!”

His hair is freshly bleached, a bright blonde shock atop his head. Hs’s next in line for dye after you. Lily’s going to scream, for one reason or another, when she shows up and sees it. You don’t have a boyfriend to disappoint, thank god. Lando spreads a bit more product onto your hair. There’s no going back now.

“Does anyone in this house think through their impulsive thoughts?” Max asks, voice full of disapproval. “Yesterday Charles almost bought a puppy in the grocery store parking lot. I had to drag him away.”

All three of you turn to Max with frowns. “You could’ve gotten a puppy and you didn’t?” You ask, jutting your lower lip out. “That was a stupid decision.”

“Says the girl with the dye in her hair,” Max says, rolling his eyes.

Half an hour later, you and Alex have rinsed the bright blue dye from both of your heads, and you’re taking turns with an ancient blow dryer that you’re sure one of the old players’ girlfriends had left behind. Lily’s due to come over any minute, and you’re rollercoastering between regret and excitement about your new hair color. It’s just your ends, not the whole head. It’ll be easy to chop it off if it comes down to it. Alex is grinning. Max is still in the doorway, watching on in horror.

“It’s just hair,” Lando says, elbowing you.

You laugh. “Easy for you to say.”

“Yeah, did you let Lando encourage you?” Max asks. “You remember when he shaved his own head on a livestream, right?”

“I raised money for charity with that!” Lando snaps.

“Yes, but-“ he pauses. “Why did you even dye your hair, anyways?” Max finally asks.

You shrug. “Playoffs are coming up. Timberwolf blue.”

“That is not Timberwolf blue.”

You huff and turn to him in the chair you’re still sitting in, in the bathroom. The motion makes your still healing knee twinge just slightly- all three of them see the look of pain on your face and freeze. You let out a breath, and the pain fades.

“Let me have this,” you ask him, looking up with a sad expression.

Max melts. Lando rolls his eyes at you in the mirror. Less than a year as friends and you already know just how to play to his weaknesses. You know Lando’s too- he just doesn’t know it yet.

Lily ends up loving it, on both of you, and Max warms up to the idea eventually. But when they lose in the first round of the playoffs, you quickly grow sick of the color. It’s quite bright, quite startling, and it seems to remind the whole team of the loss. Max takes you to the hairdresser, pays for your haircut, and begs you to never dye your hair blue again.

“What if you win the championship?” You ask, smiling teasingly at him.

He snorts out a laugh. “Then I will help you dye it myself.”

[honeytrap26]

JJK men when you come home from a night out with your friends.

summary: How JJK men react when you come home from a night out with your friends. cw: !!MDNI!! blowjobs, eating out, just straight up horny woman who love their smexy boyfriends. aunote: Sorry I’ve been gone. Had a lot of stuff come up and I’m currently sick with an awful cold. Just a quick one while I work on the rest. I hope you guys enjoy and happy reading!! Let me know if you want one with the rest of them (aged up) etc.🐼🖤 wc:1k+

Satoru Gojo

Stays up all night to track your little icon on his phone to make sure you and your friends get home safely. He’s laying in bed naked, the covers are lazily draped over him, when he finally sees your icon outside of the house he lets out a giddy laugh and shuts off his phone and pretends to be asleep. Gojo hears you stumble through the door and mutter “shit” as you bump into the wall. He can hear you slip off your heels and throw them on the ground, the sound of your purse hitting the floor as you make your way into the room. He tries to hide the smile on his face when he hears you sigh muttering “he’s already asleep.”

You strip off all of your clothes and crawl under the sheets next to Gojo. Your lustful eyes are observing Gojo’s face, your hand roams his body, your fingers trailing up and down his strong arm. You straddle his thighs slowly grinding on him while you kiss his chest, lightly licking his nipples. You can feel something begin to harden and rise underneath you, you lean down and give his neck light suck, your hand pushes back his messy hair revealing his half lidded blue eyes looking at you,

“B-baby, please…” he bites his lip letting out a strained moan.

“I knew you weren't sleeping.” you giggle, and pull him in for a passionate kiss. Gojos big hands grab your ass, giving it a hard smack before he pull away, he cracks a big smile and flips you over, the back of his hand caress your face,

“Let's have some fun baby girl.” 

Suguru Geto

Is still up when you get home, he's still playing games with Gojo and the crew. He hears Gojo yelling “Darling! You’re home…gawd dayum… girl….. you’re fucked up. Oh. No. NO. Don’t throw up here! AHH!”

Geto laughs at Gojo’s feet shuffling through the other end. One teammate down.

“SATORU! You’re making us lose!!” Toji yells through his headset. “Oh hey ma, how u doin-Oh shit you’re fucked up too? No- Ow! Don’t smack me. I was yelling at Satoru. Blame him!” 

Two teammates down.

“Shit, come on boys!” Geto sighs, “Haibara you good?” Geto pauses for a moment. “Haibara?”

A ping for the chat box pops up.

‘ Press F to pay respect to Haibara.’ Gojo types.

Geto’s head slumps forward in defeat, three down.

“It’s just me now.” he takes a deep breath and focuses on the game. He feels your hands massage his tense shoulders from behind, you lean down and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hey love, I see the other girls are fucked up… was that your doing?” he smirks, his eyes not leaving the screen.

“I would never do that, it was all Mei this time.” you say, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck taking in the scent of his body wash and shampoo. You give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Uh-huh…Sounds like both you and Mei planned it seeing as Nanami isn’t saying anything.” Geto let’s out a “yes” under his breath as he gets a headshot kill and captures the flag they lost because of Gojo.

Getos feels your arms leaving his body, he gives your hand a quick kiss before you walk away.

You position yourself underneath his desk and tug at his sweats.

“Babe, what are you doing?” he quickly glances down at you.

“I wanna look at your tattoo. I didn’t get to look at it upclose.” he feels you pull his brief and sweats off.

“That’s not just my sweats-oh fuck…b-baby. Not so-mmmm.” he groans, feeling you lick and suck his balls. His cock jumps up at the sudden ministrations, your licks are sloppy, your teeth graze his cock. Making his body tense up. He leans back in his chair, his hand comes down to guide your head up and down his hard member. He thrusts his hips up into your mouth making you gag a bit.

“Good fucken girl.” he groans, he slips off his headphones.

“I’m back on. Suguru where ya at?” Gojo’s voice echoes through Geto’s headphones.

“Hey fuck face you’re makin us lose!!” Toji comes back in yelling.

“On the right, on the right! Suguru ON THE RIGHT!” Haibara says.

“Got him. Last one. Reloading.” Toji says.

“Shit babe, gonna cum.” Geto grabs your hair and pushes your head down, taking all of him in your mouth. He shoots his load into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat.

“Suguru. Suguru?! SUGURU!!” They all shout in unison as the words DEFEAT pop on the screen.

Nanami Kento

Is dead asleep, man is exhausted. He works long hours so give him a break. He feels bad for not going out with you but he knows you can take care of yourself. You're cackling loudly singing “I'm gonna get some dick tonight. Woop woop.” You stumble into the room and see him sleeping there so peacefully. You grab the blanket and yank it off of him. “Nanamin, Nanamin, Kento, Mr. Big dick Kento. I wanna fucckk.” you giggle and straddle his hips.

Nanami groans, his body shivers from the cold air hitting him. “What are you doing?” he mumbles, still half asleep.

“I want you. I missed you so much, I didn’t get to see you before I left.” you pout, showering his face with kisses. “Sooo wake up..” you kiss his lips. He turns his face away, his big hands come up and hold your waist. He finally opens his eyes, adjusting to the hallway light illuminating the room.

“I’m up. I’m up.” he yawns. “How was your night, beautiful?” he moves your hair away from your face tucking it behind your ear.

“It was good, I’m a little drunk but I missed you more.” you give his hand a kiss and  lay on his chest. Nanami wraps his strong arms around you, he shifts his body so you're laying next to him. His hand gently caresses your hair.

“No Kento, I wanna fuck not cuddle.” you try to get away from him but he squeezes you tighter.

“Shhhh go to sleep. You're drunk” he holds you tighter.

“Nanamin…” you whine. Silence fills the room. His body twitches in response. You sigh and lay there admiring his features.

“He’s already asleep again.” 

Toji Fushiguro 

Is always down to fuck, especially since you decided to be a tease by bending over right in front of him while he was sitting on the ground waiting for Megumi to come back with his books. You tried to run out of the room but Toji grabbed your legs pushing you back onto his face. His nose digging deep into your clothed cunt. If Megumi didn’t come running back from your moans, he would’ve ripped those pantyhose right off and given you a little present before you left.

You open the door trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake them up. Whenever you’re gone Megumi and your husband slept together, but to your surprise Toji isn’t asleep, instead the lights are dimmed down low in the living room and he’s laying on the couch butt ass naked scrolling through netflix trying to find something to watch.

“You’re finally home.” He says nonchalantly, not looking away from the screen.

You pause for a moment to check the time on your phone.

“Toji it's 3am why are you not asleep?” You take off your shoes and hang up your coat.

“You're horny when you're drunk. Just thought I'd make it easier for you.” He smirks, and tilts his head up at you.

“I was DD tonight so I’m not drunk and I have vomit all over me.” You sigh and sit next to him on the couch. He sits up and grabs your legs so they’re resting on his thighs, he begins to massage your feet, moving up your legs. You let out soft moans and sighs of relief.

“Feels good? Seems like a long night.” he says as he leans down to kiss your legs.

“Yeah it was kinda a long night, remember I told you that my friend found her boyfriend sleeping with another girl?” 

Toji nods in response.

“Well she was already drunk by the time I got there and it was a mess, we ran into her boyfriend and his new chick there.” you close your eyes and lean back against the couch. You feel Toji move for the couch to the ground, your legs are on his shoulders now.

“How about I help make you feel better?” he says as he spreads your legs open.

“Toji, I smell like puke.” you chuckle and push his head away.

“Not down here baby girl, you smell sweet just like you did earlier today, don’t tell me you don’t remember what you did. Teasing me like that.” He smirks and pulls your legs closer to his mouth. His hands squeeze your ass and rip your pantyhose apart.

“Toji, that was a nice one!.” you playfully slap his hand.

“Sorry babe, you're irresistible to me.”

[honey-riley]

MDNI, 18+ warning!! gn!reader

Thinking about Simon Riley on his knees, begging.

Simon is secretly softer when it comes to you, his doll, his sweet thing. He wants everything and anything to do with you, following you around like a lost puppy as you brush him off :(

That was, until one day, while at home, doing daily chores, Simon was pleading for attention, his hands wrapping around you from behind as you attempted to wash the dishes.

Brushing him off again, telling him that you're busy, he gets on his knees, pressing kisses to your sweet thighs, and the curve of your ass :(

"Please, baby." He would whine, begging for your attention.

[honeyglazedgoblin]

i’m giving tumblr a bigger sneak peak than anyone else- but my booking is coming along nicely 👌🏻

[hanniejji]

NAVIGATION

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[bnha]

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[talesofsorrowandofruin]

Last Line Tag

Thanks for tagging me, @honeywrites! :D

Here are the latest lines from Totentanz:

Well, it was supposed to be a monthly letter. In practice she rarely bothered writing more than once every three months. This time it was closer to four.

Tagging @fayoftheforest, @seamajorshanties, @littlerothridinghood, and anyone else who wants to do this! :D

[honeybewriter]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Dark, Badass Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Aged-Up Character(s), Dark Character, Character Death, Dark Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Memory Loss, Aftermath of Violence, Akumatized Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Summary:

Finally, after three years Hawkmoth was defeated. Finally, LadyBug's work was complete, but it came at a cost.

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Two years after defeating Hawkmoth, Lady Justice finds a miraculous holder lurking around her city. Will the cost of her victory help or hinder her when they meet face to face?

[ao3feed-ladynoir]

Dark Wings Risen

Dark Wings Risen by honeywriter

Finally, after three years Hawkmoth was defeated. Finally, LadyBug's work was complete, but it came at a cost. | Two years after defeating Hawkmoth, Lady Justice finds a miraculous holder lurking around her city. Will the cost of her victory help or hinder her when they meet face to face?

Words: 4905, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Dark, Badass Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Aged-Up Character(s), Dark Character, Character Death, Dark Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Memory Loss, Aftermath of Violence, Akumatized Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30837998

[howdywrites]

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[scuderiahoney]

Be Brave

Oscar Piastri x reader

Masterlist

Summary: You’re a teacher, and someone’s had the brilliant idea to send your class full of 5 year olds to the McLaren Technology Centre. Chaos ensues. Oscar’s there to help.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: none

a/n: this is not the angst I threatened or the fic from the dialogue poll I did, but a secret third thing: a request I finally got the motivation to finish after seeing cute pics of Oscar with kids. Enjoy!

In hindsight, whoever’s idea it was to bring a classroom of five year olds to the McLaren Technology Centre- an active car factory- has definitely never stepped foot in a classroom full of five years olds. You’re lucky- your students are quite well behaved, and you’ve got plenty of parent chaperones with you. It turns out that about half your class’ families seem to be McLaren fans. Half your students had showed up today in bright orange- papaya, one of them had corrected you. You’re not complaining- it makes them easier to spot.

The field trip has been fun. The kids are thrilled about everything. It’s just. Tiny hands, tiny humans, wandering through an active car factory? You’re on edge the whole time. You’re constantly scanning the class, counting to make sure you haven’t lost any students as the tour guide tries to explain mechanical engineering in words that 5 year olds will understand.

You breathe a mild sigh of relief when they bring you into a large, open conference room. They’re going to have someone come speak to the kids in a few minutes. While you have the chance, and a closed room with enough people to guard the exits, you stand in front of your class and tell them to go wild. Seventeen five year olds begin to run around the room. One 5 year old clings to your hand in the quietest corner of the room.

Sammy. He’s a quiet kid, not one for the chaos. He’s stuck to your side the whole morning, staring at everything with big eyes and jumping at all the loud noises. You relate to him more than you’d like to admit. Somehow, the quiet kid turned into a teacher. It seems almost hard to believe looking back, how painfully shy you were.

Sammy tugs on your hand and points at a large mural on one of the walls. “Who’s that?” He asks.

The room you’re in has the two current drivers plastered on the walls, larger than life. You look where he’s pointing and smile.

“That’s Oscar Piastri,” you say, extending the syllables for him.

“Os-car Pi-as-tri,” he sounds out. “That’s my dad’s favorite driver.”

You smile. “Wanna know a secret?” He nods, and so you whisper loudly. “He’s my favorite too.”

Sammy giggles. “Oscar Piastri.”

“He says it better than most of the broadcasters, I think,” says someone behind you.

You turn and come face to face with none other than Oscar Piastri. You hope your shock isn’t too obvious, and you try to control your wide eyes. They’d said someone from the team was going to come talk to your kids- you hadn’t expected it to be one of the drivers. You smile politely as you feel Sammy step behind your legs.

“Hi. Sorry about the…” you wave your hand in the general direction of the children running around behind you. “If they didn’t get some excercise they were never going to make it through the rest of the day.”

“No worries,” Oscar says, smiling brightly. He looks at Sammy where he’s hiding behind you. “Not this guy, though?”

“No, Sammy here is very well behaved and polite,” you say proudly, before whispering, “and quite shy.”

Oscar nods in understanding. His face has gone soft. You weren’t lying when you said he was your favorite, and it only increases with the way he looks at the five year old so fondly. You think maybe Oscar understands Sammy all too well. You turn over your shoulder to look at the little boy.

“Sammy, should we practice being big and brave and introducing ourselves?” You ask. He frowns slightly but nods anyways. “We’ll do it together, okay?”

He nods again and steps out from behind your legs. You stand up straight, and he follows suit. Then you stick your hand out to shake Oscar’s as you introduce yourself.

“It’s very nice to meet you,” he says, repeating your name back to you. “I’m Oscar.”

Sammy takes a tentative step forward and sticks his tiny hand out. You drop back just a bit and pull your phone from your pocket, giving Oscar a questioning glance and making a camera sort of motion with your hands. He nods eagerly before he crouches down to Sammy’s level.

“My name is Samuel,” he says, as he shakes Oscar’s hand. “But you can call me Sammy.”

You hide an endeared laugh behind your hand and snap a picture of the two of them. You know his parents will be thrilled.

“Hi, Sammy,” Oscar says sweetly. “My name is Oscar. It’s very nice to meet you.”

“You’re my dad’s favorite driver,” Sammy says. “And my teacher’s favorite driver. So I think you’re my favorite, too. Os-car Pi-as-tri.”

You stare down at him with wide eyes, suddenly feeling betrayed by your favorite student. Your face grows warm, but Oscar just laughs lightly and smiles up at you.

“Is that so?” He says, turning back to Sammy. “I’m honored.”

He stands back up, and Sammy goes back to clinging to your side. There’s a bright smile on Oscar’s face. You know yours matches it.

“So, are you our guest speaker?” You ask, trying to will your face to cool down.

He nods eagerly, eyes darting around the room, watching kids run everywhere. One of them bumps into the back of your legs and squeaks out a quick apology before running away again. He laughs lightly, hiding it behind his hand.

“Hopefully Lando and I can keep them entertained,” he says.

“Oh, they’ll be fine, they’ll sit quietly when I ask them to,” you say.

He gives you an uncertain look, a soft smirk on his lips. You laugh, hoping it’s not painfully obvious how taken you are with him. He’s been your favorite driver because of his level head and dry humor, but standing in front of him you can’t help but notice how cute he is. Before he can say anything in response and challenge your ability to control your class, Lando comes stumbling into the room.

“Okay, now this is my kinda school trip,” he says, an impressed grin on his lips. He elbows Oscar. “This was me as a kid.”

Oscar gestures towards Sammy, still tucked against your leg. “This was me, I think.”

Lando laughs and nods. He tilts his head at you, and you stick your hand out once again and introduce yourself. Sammy follows suit. Lando bends to shake the five year olds hand, giving both you and him an impressed smile.

“Sammy’s working on being big and brave and introducing himself,” Oscar says.

“Well he’s doing a great job,” Lando says with an approving nod.

“He’s got a great teacher,” Oscar says, grinning at you.

With that, your face grows hot again. You clear your throat and turn over your shoulder to look at the class. They’re beginning to slow just slightly. Perfect timing.

You clap your hands, and each of them skids to a stop, turning to look at you. “Okay, friends! Come sit up here, we have some very special guest speakers.”

The children all make their way to the front of the room, sitting down on the carpet in a semicircle. Even Sammy wanders away, taking a seat near the back. You turn back to Oscar and Lando, who both have impressed looks on their faces.

“I think we need you to run our meetings,” Oscar says, brows raised.

“Oh, if you give them permission to go crazy consistently when they need it, they’ll listen when you tell them it’s time to be calm,” you say with a shrug. “My mum was a teacher, too, she taught me that.”

“Yeah, if Zak let me be a menace before meetings I’d have a lot easier time sitting through them,” Lando agrees. “Alright, you little muppets!”

He steps in front of the class. Oscar gives you an exasperated smile, like you’re both sharing a moment of understanding. Maybe Lando’s still a 5 year old at heart. You laugh and step back with the chaperones to watch them speak as Oscar follows Lando’s lead. It’s fun to watch. You realize they couldn’t have picked better speakers.

Some of the kids recognize the drivers, but even the ones who don’t are enamored once they find out that these guys drive race cars for a living. You snap lots of pictures of your students staring up at them with wide grins. Lando continues to call them muppets, earning laughs each time. Oscar gets down on their level and uses a little model of the car to explain the aerodynamics. They give a horrible demonstration of slipstream, with Lando pretending to drive and Oscar pretending to be the air. Then, at the end, they open it up for questions. Eighteen tiny hands fly up into the air.

“Do you speed when you drive a normal car?” One of them asks.

“Never,” Lando lies.

“D’you ever fight with other drivers?” Another student asks.

“We try to leave what happens in the race on the track,” Oscar answers. “We’re all quite nice to each other outside of the races, actually.”

Lando shrugs and shakes his hand from side to side. A few of the kids catch on and laugh.

Sammy is sitting in the back of the group, his hand raised. He’s not waving it around, not bouncing up and down. But you watch Oscar scan the group, see him spot the tiny hand anyways.

“Sammy,” he calls out. “What’s your question?”

Sammy looks shocked to have been called on, but he clears his throat and speaks up. “What’s your favorite color?”

The grin that breaks across Oscar’s face is endearing. Lando smiles, too, presses his hand to his chest. You wait for the canned answer- papaya, you think.

“Mine’s bright green,” Lando says.

Oscar nods. “Mine is blue. What’s yours?”

“Mine is blue too,” Sammy answers.

“Good taste.” Oscar says. He exchanges a grin with you. You smile proudly at Sammy, so happy to see him step out of his shell just a bit.

The next student who gets called on says, “my mum told me to ask if you’re single,” and you clap your hands and walk towards the front.

“Okay, friends, I think Oscar and Lando have given us enough of their time,” you say. “Can we all say a big thank you?”

A chorus of little voices calls out varying forms of thank you. One of them screams it, and Lando winces. Oscar’s cheeks are pink, probably from the student asking about his relationship status. Is it bad that you almost wanted him to answer? You’re being ridiculous, you know. But his flushed face is cute, and you can’t help but smile at him.

You shake their hands one more time before they leave. “Thanks again. You’ve really just made their days.”

“We were happy to,” Oscar says.

“Yeah, you’ve got a good group of kids,” Lando agrees.

“And they’ve got a good teacher,” Oscar repeats his earlier comment.

You laugh, feeling your face grow hot. “Oh, I don’t know about that.”

Oscar goes to say something else, but someone leans in through the door and calls out to him and Lando. He smiles sheepishly as Lando urges him towards the exit, tugging on his shirt.

“It was nice meeting you!” Oscar calls out before he disappears through the doors.

You turn back to your class and refocus. It’s time to move on to lunch, which is always the worst part of any field trip. Someone comes by to bring your group to the cafeteria. Your field trip worst nightmare- a large, open room full of people. You make sure all the chaperones are set with their groups and head off.

It goes fine. At first. You get the kids settled at tables and do a quick head count. Everyone’s there. They provide lunch for the kids, so you help to hand them out to everyone. Eighteen five year olds sit quietly, eat sandwiches and drink juice. You breath a little sigh of relief.

Then the kids all decide they need to go to the bathroom. You split them up, send them with chaperones in groups. You stay back at the tables with the ones who say they don’t need to go, knowing full well that in ten minutes they’ll be whining for the restroom. You clean up spilled apple juice and eat half your lunch. The bathroom groups come back one by one. Seventeen five year olds sit down at the tables.

And no, that can’t be right. You count again. Seventeen. One more time- seventeen. There’s an empty seat. You turn to the nearest chaperone, who also has a panicked look on his face.

“Sammy,” he says, eyes wide. “He was in my bathroom group, I swore he came back with us-“

You can’t panic. You turn to the nearest McLaren employee and tell them the situation. The look on her face tells you she’s going to panic, so you take control of the situation. You ask her to get everyone on the lookout for him, to page him over the speakers. Then you turn to your class.

“Friends,” you say, loudly. “Has anyone seen Sammy?”

Casey, one of the louder boys, raises his hand. “He stopped to tie his shoes when we were coming back.”

You could strangle the parent for not noticing, for not keeping an eye on the kids, but you don’t have time for that. At the very least, you have a starting point. You delegate a couple chaperones to stay with the kids in the cafeteria, and enlist a couple others to help you look. Panic is itching at the back of your brain, but you keep it tamped down. You’ll find him, and then you’ll freak out about it.

You split up, wandering the halls and asking everyone if they’ve seen a shy five year old with dark hair. They all tell you no, but that they’ll keep their eyes peeled. You check around corners, behind doors, in conference rooms and offices. You think you accidentally interrupt what was likely a very important meeting, though when you explain you’re looking for a missing child the men in suits all seem to understand.

The longer it goes on, the more sick to your stomach you feel. It’s Sammy. He got separated from his group and probably panicked just like you want to do now. He could be anywhere. He’s tiny, he could be hiding somewhere you’d never even think to look. His parents are going to kill you-

Oscar calls your name. It’s probably odd that you already recognize his voice, but you don’t have time to worry about that. You turn to look at him, and relief washes over you. He’s standing at the end of the hallway, his hand holding onto Sammy’s. You want to march down the hallway to them, but instead you collapse against one of the walls and press your hand to your mouth. Oscar pulls him towards you.

“I found him wandering in the hallway upstairs,” Oscar says. “He said he got lost.”

You nod, crouching down to Sammy’s level. He hides behind Oscar’s legs slightly.

“You’re not in trouble,” you say. “It’s okay. You found a helper, right? We always say that, look for the helpers. It’s okay! But next time you stop to tie your shoe-“ Oscar muffles a laugh behind his hand at that. “-you tell a grown up, okay?”

Sammy nods solemnly. You stand back up.

“Thank you,” you say to Oscar. “I owe you one, big time.”

“No worries,” he says, shrugging. “Knew you must be freaking out, so.”

You reach for Sammy’s hand and head for the cafeteria. To your surprise, Oscar follows. You’re not complaining.

“I’ve only been teaching for a year,” you explain, though you doubt he cares. The nervous energy needs to go somewhere, you suppose. “And I still feel brand new, you know? And school trips- don’t even get me started.”

Oscar laughs. “But field trips were the best part of school.”

“I lost a five year old in a car factory,” you say dryly. “Field trips are much less fun as a teacher.”

Oscar nods in understanding, trying and failing to hide his laughter. You come into view of the cafeteria and start counting heads. There are seventeen other 5 year olds still sitting at the tables. Sammy joins them, and you breathe a sigh of relief. Oscar does too. You pull out your phone and call the other chaperoned who went off to look, and tell them to head back to the cafeteria. With any luck, you might still be able to finish the tour.

“He’s a good kid,” Oscar says fondly, and you smile.

“He’s my favorite,” you admit. “I was a shy kid, too.”

Oscar leaves soon after that with a soft smile and an even softer goodbye. You wish he was the one leading the tour, but you know that would never happen. You’re lucky enough to have had the chance to meet him. He’s the same age as you, and he’s a world famous racecar driver. He’s probably already forgotten your name.

The rest of the tour is uneventful. None of your students wander off, and all of them are well behaved. They spot photos of Oscar and Lando in the halls and point excitedly at them, calling out their names. Finally, you’re brought out onto the lawn near the lake, and you give the kids a few minutes to play in the grass. You have the strong urge to lay down on the lawn and let them run until they all pass out. They have boundless energy, but you’re exhausted.

Someone nudges your arm lightly. You turn, expecting it to be a kid or a chaperone, but you come face to face with Oscar again.

“Oh god, did I lose another one?” You ask frantically.

He laughs. “No, no! Just came by to say goodbye.”

“Oh,” you say in understanding. “Thanks again, you know, for finding Sammy and for talking to the kids. I don’t think they’re gonna stop talking about this for ages.”

Oscar’s cheeks are flushed. “I’m glad they had a good time.”

You nod. “I did too, even with all the chaos. You have a really cool job, you know?”

He shrugs. “Not as important as yours. Tiny minds, shaping the future, you know.”

You let out a puff of air. “Sometimes it feels like I’m just struggling to keep the tiny humans alive, let alone teach them anything.”

He’s staring at you with this warm look on his face. You like his smile. There’s something comforting about it.

“Nah, I see the way they look at you. And Sammy introduced himself, you taught him that,” Oscar says. “That’s way more important than shapes or letters.”

Your face grows even hotter. “Thanks, Oscar.”

You see the bus pulling up the road out of the corner of your eye. About time to round the kids up. You turn towards your class, who are running around on the grass.

“Well, I’ve got to get them rounded up to go back, so unless you want to get mobbed by tiny humans you might want to make a run for it,” you say. “They’re distracted now, but they’ve been talking about you all afternoon.”

Oscar laughs brightly. “Yeah. I’ll head out. Um- d’you maybe-“ he pauses, and when you turn to him he shakes his head. “Sorry. Maybe I need to go back to school. Just. Have a good rest of your day. It was lovely meeting you.”

“You too,” you say warmly. “Thanks again.”

He disappears and you watch him go. You wonder what he was going to say- it sounded an awful lot like a question. But he’s gone now, and you’ll probably never see him again, so you try and let it go. By the time you get your class back to the school, it’s almost time for pickup. They’re all half asleep at their desks, absolutely worn out. Parents come by one by one to pick them up, and when Sammy’s dad shows up, you pull him aside and explain everything, the worst feeling in your stomach.

He laughs and shakes his head. “He does that to us all the time. We’ll be on a walk and he just- stops. Don’t beat yourself up about it.”

Sammy wanders over as you’re still processing the fact that his dad isn’t mad. “Guess who I met?” He says, staring up at his dad with a wide grin.

“Who?” His dad asks.

“Os-car Pi-as-tri,” Sammy says.

“That’s actually true,” you chime in. “I have the pictures to prove it.”

His dad looks at you with wide eyes. “If you’d have led with that, I wouldn’t have even heard you when you said he got lost.”

Despite what Sammy’s dad said, you toss and turn all night. Thankfully, it’s a Friday, so you don’t have to teach the next day. Every time you close your eyes you think of seventeen tiny heads, and one missing, and you feel sick to your stomach again. When you finally do fall asleep, you dream of children disappearing and warm brown eyes paired with an Australian accent. You spend the weekend trying to get your mind off of all of it.

On Monday, Sammy’s mother brings him into the classroom earlier than normal. You’re still turning on the lights and straightening things when they come in. He’s holding a little bouquet of flowers, and your heart melts.

“Sammy wanted to apologize for getting lost,” his mother says. “We know you must’ve been very worried.”

You let out a breath. “Thank you, Sammy.”

He nods, and you take the flowers from him. Then he scurries away to the play area.

“It’s okay,” his mother says. “Peter said you were really beating yourself up over it.”

You shrug. “It’s my worst fear, you know? I hate school trips.”

She laughs. “You know, he really likes you. We were worried, with how quiet he is, that he’d hate school. But you make it fun for him. So thank you.”

You smile, unsure of what to say in response other than, “thank you.”

You turn to your desk to find a vase or a cup for the bouquet, and that’s when you see the other flowers. A mix of white peonies and white roses and greenery, with little orange flowers stuck between all of them. You stop in your tracks. Behind you, Sammy’s mother laughs.

“Got a secret admirer?”

You shake your head uncertainly. You’re not sure how anyone even got flowers into your classroom this early on a Monday. But there they are, sitting proud and pretty. There’s a note tucked into the stems with your name on it, and so you pull the little envelope out and open it.

Hi,

I hope you had a lovely time at the MTC. I really enjoyed meeting you. I’d love to take you out for dinner sometime. Hope this isn’t too forward,

Oscar

His number is written below. You let out a squeak. You can tell she wants to look over your shoulder or ask who it’s from, but she bites her tongue. Sammy’s your favorite student, and his parents are up there, too. But this feels like too much to share with a parent, so you shove the note in your pocket.

“Just a friend,” you lie.

“How sweet,” she says, nodding. “Well, I’d better be off. I’ll take Sammy out to the playground. We just wanted to stop in and chat.”

“Thank you,” you say, turning to her with a smile. “And sorry. Again.”

She gives you an amused smile. “It’s okay.”

You carry the note around in your pocket with you the whole day, unsure of what to do about it. Of course, all your students notice the flowers, and they tell all their friends at lunch, who then tell all their teachers. Suddenly everyone seems to need to borrow something from you, sticking their heads into your classroom and just then noticing the flowers. How pretty! Beautiful! Who are they from? You tell them all the same thing. A friend. It’s only when your favorite coworker, Maggie, comes into your classroom later that you finally tell someone.

The kids have all gone home for the day, and you’re cleaning up the last bits of paper from your class activity. She walks in and beelines for the bouquet on the desk.

“Okay, I have a theory,” she says.

“And what’s that?” You ask.

“Orange flowers,” she says. “Someone from your trip on Friday.”

“Papaya,” you correct softly.

“Huh?”

“They call it papaya, not orange,” you say. She gives you a look, one brow raised. “I know. I…”

You dig the envelope out of your pocket and throw it to her. She opens it and gasps, sinking down in your desk chair. She must reread it five times, letting out giddy noises.

“So when are you getting dinner?” She asks.

“I haven’t texted him yet,” you admit.

She stares at you with wide eyes. “He’s your favorite driver and he gave you his number and you didn’t text him?”

“That’s the thing though, Mags,” you say with a sigh. You lean against one of the desks. “He’s an F1 driver. I’m… me.”

“Yeah, and he liked you enough to send flowers to your classroom.”

“It’s not that, it’s…” you shrug. “Those guys date supermodels and actresses and pro athletes. I’m… a teacher.”

“Babe, if you don’t text him you’ll regret it,” she says. “Big time. Just give him a shot.”

You take your flowers home with you, placing them carefully in the passenger seat of your car. You set them on your kitchen counter. They oddly feel like they belong there, like that’s what the room has been missing, though you didn’t know it before. And as you sit there and eat dinner, you take out your phone and type in a new number.

…..

It takes a while for your schedules to line up, but when they finally do, you find that Oscar’s a fun person to go on a date with. Fun might be an understatement, actually. You’ve never had a better time on a date.

You’ve been texting since the day he sent you the flowers, back and forth trying to coordinate a date at first. And then it turned into little funny texts, photos of things throughout your days that made you both smile. You update him on your class, he tells you what chaos Lando’s been causing. He sends memes, and you send him ones back. By the time you actually see him in person again, it’s like you already know him.

You’d been worried that a date with someone like him was going to be a fancy restaurant that you would feel out of place at. But he suggests a little hole in the wall pub that he says is his favorite, and you eagerly agree. You meet him there in a casual outfit, jeans and a cute sweater. He’s dressed in jeans and a sweater too, his hair adorably messy. He has that same warm smile on his face.

The two of you sit and order, and any awkwardness you’d expected just isn’t there. It’s like you’re two old friends, already comfortable with each other. He jokes with you, and you match his dry humor step for step. He’s the only person you’ve ever been on a date with who doesn’t seem to bore of your stories about 5 year olds. His knee knocks against yours under the table, and you don’t pull away. You find yourself leaning closer, actually. You’re longing to reach across the table, to feel his skin against yours.

You look around later and realize it’s been quite a while since the two of you sat down. The restaurant is starting to empty out. Oscar seems to notice the same, and reluctantly asks for the bill, refusing when you try to pay for your own. You both stand up from the table and head for the door. You stop just outside, breathing in the cool night air.

He nods towards a nearby park. “Wanna take a walk?”

You definitely aren’t ready to say goodbye, so you agree. He sees you shiver slightly, and within seconds he drapes his jacket over your shoulders. It’s warm, like him, and it smells like him too. You smile bashfully up at him as you shove your arms through the sleeves. When your hand pops out, he wastes no time in linking your fingers together. You bite back a gasp.

His hand is warm against yours. It sends a shiver up your spine. You hold on tight to him and hope your palm isn’t sweaty.

He turns to look at you. “I had a really good time tonight.”

You smile. “Me too.”

“I was thinking, wondering I guess,” he says, “If you’d maybe want to do this again?”

You slow to a stop under a streetlight. He follows suit. You press your eyes shut.

“Oscar, I… I had a really good time. And I really like you,” you tell him. “But you’re world famous and I’m just me. I just don’t know…”

He squeezes your hand. “We can take it slow.”

You sigh and open your eyes to look at him. The fluorescent light shines off his fluffy hair and his cheekbones. He has a hopeful look in his eye that you’d hate to rid him of.

“You make me feel grounded,” he says. Your heart twists in your chest. “You have since that day at the MTC. You’ve just got this calming presence. And I think you’re funny, and pretty, and- yeah.”

“You think I’m pretty?” You tease.

He blushes. “Shut up.”

It’s scary, really, to think about. You want to try but he’s a bit intimidating, no matter how well you get along. And the attention that will come from dating him is even scarier. But you think of Sammy, hiding behind your legs, and how you’re trying to teach your students to be big and brave, and how you should try that, too.

You laugh and squeeze his hand. “I think you’re pretty too,” you admit, just to watch his cheeks grow redder. A sheepish smile crosses his lips, and he rolls his eyes playfully. “And kind, and funny. So yeah. We should do this again.”

“Cool,” Oscar says.

“Cool,” you agree.

Then he kisses you under the streetlamp, his hand still linked with yours. And yeah, you could get used to this.

…..

Two months later, when Sammy comes into class, he points an excited finger at you.

“I saw you on TV!” He squeaks.

You laugh. “Did you?”

He nods assertively. “My mum said I was probably wrong, but I know it was you. You were holding hands with Os-car Pi-as-tri.”

You laugh and put a finger to your lips. He takes the hint, but he laughs the whole way to his seat. You think it might be time to talk to Oscar about going public with your relationship. After all, if the five year olds are catching on, the adults will be soon, too.

When your students find out, they beg you to take them to a race. You think back to the McLaren field trip and decide you’re never, ever taking eighteen 5 year olds anywhere near a race track. That would be bad for everyone’s health. But when Sammy shows up as a grid kid at the next British Grand Prix, that’s all on Oscar. It’s definitely not because he’s your favorite student.

Okay, maybe it is.

a/n: my lovely 🐈❤️‍🩹 anon sent me a photo of Oscar with a grid kid & said: Oscar and Sammy. Please look at this photo I screamed over it. can imagine teacher!reader standing off to the side trying not to cry over how cute Oscar is tbh. anyways thanks for reading!!

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JJK Men

Freak like me

summary: JJK men when you try to tie them up. cw: !!MDNI!! a little bondage, smut, oral, riding, teasing, some after care. CONSENTING. aunote: I'm back with more jjk shawtys. More aunotes is at the bottom. Enjoy and happy reading!! 🐼🖤 wc: 3k+ (not proofread, I spent wayy too much time on this)

Choso Kamo

Is secretly a kinky freak. He loves it when you tie him down to the bed and edge him off by riding him until he’s about to cum. He loves to see his cock and balls swell from being overstimulated.

“Please mommy let me cum.” he whines as he grips the leather straps that are restraining him from grabbing you and fucking into you senselessly.

“Uh-uh. Mommy hasn’t said that you can cum yet.” you grab his face and kiss him as you slowly grind your hips into his. Choso whines and whimpers, he tries to wriggle free but his legs are tied to the posts at the end of the bed.

“Please, please, please, I wanna cum so bad for you mommy.” he bucks his hips up into you. You slap his balls lightly making him twitch and moan in pleasure. 

“M-mommy…” he groans, you pick up your pace and rock your hips against his making the bed creak. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you, his eyes are shut tight as he tries to overcome the overwhelming pleasure.

“G-gonna cum.”

“Beg for it.” you moan out, nearing your orgasm as well.

“Please let me cum inside of you mommy.” Choso whimpers out, his fingers tugging at the leather straps a few more times until they snap and break. His arms immediately wrap around your waist as he pounds up into you. He buries his face in between your boobs as his load explodes inside of you shooting ropes, and ropes of cum inside of you. You’re both panting, trying to catch your breaths. You move his hair from his face and litter his face with gentle kisses.

“I love you.” you kiss his wrists that are red from the restraints.

“I love you too mommy.” he says back and kisses your collarbone.

“You don’t have to say that anymore Cho. It was just for role play sex.” you giggle, his face is nuzzled in your neck.

“I-I wanna keep saying it.” he mutters. You could feel the heat of his cheeks against your skin.

Nanami Kento

Isn't having any of your bullshit. You must think he’s stupid if you didn’t think he saw all of your orders through Amazon, you even checked the box that says “discreet packaging”. So when he walks into the house and sees the trail of red rose petals that leads to the bedroom he just ignores it and walks to the kitchen to have dinner. You’re waiting for him in the bedroom, you’re in a leather bodysuit holding a leather tassel whip. You wait patiently for him, but he doesn’t walk into the bedroom. You sigh a little and walk out to the hallway and down the stairs to see him sitting there, his leg crossed over the other one, his foot tapping the tile floors.  His tie is wrapped around his hand, he motions for you to sit on his lap.

“Eight” 

Smack!

“N-nine”

Smack!

Nanami see’s you anticipating the last smack from his tie, your laying across his lap, he rubs your red cheeks softly,

“Is this what you wanted?” You like to be a cum slut?” he pulls your ponytail so you’re looking at him. Your cheeks are flushed and hot from the pain of him smacking your ass.

“You like to be MY cum slut?” his hands squeeze your ass, he spreads them apart and dips his fingers in between your folds, rubbing up and down your wet slit. His index and middle finger find your clit, he presses harder and slowly rubs around it making you squirm on his lap.

“Did I find your sweet spot, pretty girl? Are you going to cum for your daddy, you cum slut?” he moves his fingers faster, feeling your thighs squeeze around his hand, your holding back your moans and your breathing picks up, you’re so close to cumming but then he stops and slaps your ass with his tie.

Smack!

“Say it pretty girl.” his fingers begin to rub again, he smacks you one more time.

“I-I’m going to c-cum d-daddy, please.” you whine, your legs begin to shake as you try to hold in your orgasm.

“Finish your count.” he smacks your ass again.

“T-ten!” you moan out as your orgasm takes over, your legs are shaking, your body twitches on his lap, his fingers continue rubbing and abusing your clit.

“S-stop daddy, sensitive.” you mewl out as your body writhes from the overstimulation. Your hands come up and grab him.

“Oreo.” you mutter out, Nanami stops and carries you up to the bed, throwing you on it. He lets you take a breather as he undresses himself. Nanami comes up from behind you and places gentle kisses on your ass, his touch is now gentle and loving, he kisses up your spine, he chuckles from the visible shudder and goosebumps that appear on your skin.

“I love you.” he says, as he positions himself in front of your entrance.

“I love you too.” you moan, feeling his cock slid into you, stretching you out.

Nanami thrusts are slow and hard, he grunts with every thrust making sure to pull all the way out to the tip and ramming back inside of you, he takes a moment to fully fill you up, until you both reach your climaxes together.

You're laying together in bed, your head on his chest, he tilts his head down to kiss your forehead,“You’re not slick by ordering all of that on Amazon. We do share an account together.” 

You let out an amused huff and kiss his chest. “I wasn’t trying to be slick, I knew you wouldn’t have done it if I asked you.

Gojo Satoru

Is willing to try it, but he says he would be able to get out of those little restraints easily. That you shouldn’t even bother but you took a note from Tojis book and tired him out to the point where he didn’t want to get out of them because that was the only way he was going to get any pleasure from you. So for the next few days you would handcuff him to a chair and edge him off. You’d start off with a strip tease wearing his favorite black lace lingerie with heels. You’re wearing that deep red lipstick he loves and the reason why he loves it so much was because he loves to see it smear all over your face as he facefucked you, he loves to see your red lipstick marks all over his body after he makes you beg for his cock.

“Please…just touch me. Just a little. My balls hurt so much baby.” he pleads with you. You straddle his lap and push his face into your breasts. His tongue immediately starts licking at your breasts, he bites your nipples through your lace bra. You let out an approving moan.

“Fine I’ll give you a little something more this time since you've been such a good boy.” you get off of Gojo, he has a full view of your ass as you bend over and pull off your panties. You see his cock twitch ever so slightly as your hand slips in between your thighs, you rub circles around your already soaking wet slit. You giggle as you see Gojo’s eyes glaze over, that same ravenous look in his eyes appear as you continue to pleasure yourself in front of him. You slip a finger in and let out a very beautiful, very sexual moan.

“Mmmm baby, your fingers are so long. They hit just the right…. spot…mmm” you continue to tease him. Gojo growls under his breath and the chair creaks as he tries to break free from the handcuffs. You turn around and sit on his lap, you lick your fingers tasting yourself, Gojo looks desperate to taste you again to lick all over your wet cunt and make you scream his name. You slide down on his hard cock and sit there for a few seconds letting him stretch you out. 

“B-baby, please.” Gojo whines and he bites his bottom lip. His legs curl up as he tries to thrust his hips up into you. 

“Do I need to tie your legs too?” you moan out as you start riding him, moving your hips up and down on his shaft.

“Ahhh” he moans out, you can see the veins in his forearms bulge and he continues to pull handcuffs. “You’re such a fucking tease.” he grunts out and throws his head back from your motion picking up speed.

“I know you like this.” you stutter out feeling your orgasm building up, you grab onto the chair to steady yourself as your hips move up and down.

“You’re gonna get fucked so hard Every. Single. Day. I’ll make sure you’re sore all the time.” he moans, his pleasure washes over him as he cums deep inside of you.

“Looks like I’ll just have to keep you tied up then.” you playfully joke, kissing him on the cheek, before getting off.

“You mean these handcuffs?” he holds up your fluffy pink handcuffs that are bent and twisted. He drops it to the floor, you see his cock jump in excitement again.

“Satoru… I was just kidding. This was all just role playing..” you say slowly backing away from him.

“Is that so?” he gets up from the chair, stroking his cock. “Well baby we’re in a new role play now.” his eyes darken and a devilish grin appears on his face.

Geto Suguru

“Whaddya doin?” Geto smirks in amusement as he closes the door behind him. He hears the handcuffs drop on the floor.

“O-oops, I made a mess.” you stutter out, quickly grabbing the handcuffs and hiding them behind your back again. Your breasts are covered in whip cream with a cherry on each nipple.

 Geto lets out an amused huff and crosses his arms. “Oh yeah? And how are you gonna clean that up?” he raises an eyebrow.

“W-wanna help me clean it….up?” you quickly glance at Geto before turning away again, your cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

“Nah I’m okay. I’m a little tired tonight.” he pretends to yawn and walks over to the fridge.

You stand there shooketh and what he just said. You feel like a total dumbass, what were you supposed to do next? You're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the whip cream can, you turn towards Geto who’s also naked now, his thick hard cock covered in whip cream.

“Oops….looks like I made a mess too.” he tilts his head to the side. He walks over to you and places his hands on your waist pulling you closer to him. He leans in to give you a quick peck on the lips. 

“What were you gonna do with these?” he says holding up the handcuffs he took from your hands.

“How did you-” you’re cut off by him pulling you in for another kiss, he leads you towards the kitchen and lifts you on top of the countertop. Geto grabs your hands and places them behind your back, you suddenly hear a click and your eyes shoot open.

“Wait no, it's not for me. It's for you!” you protest, he simply lets out a breathy laugh.

“Yeah? Maybe you should be a little more confident next time princess.” he starts to lick at the whip cream on your breasts. He picks up the cherry stem and brings it up to your mouth, you bite into it, a bit of the cherry juice drips down your chin. Getos wipes the juices with his thumb before he brings it to his mouth and licks it.

“It’s sweet like my beautiful princess.” his strong arms are supporting you as he continues to help you “clean” up. Your quiet moans fill the room, the TV playing softly in the background.

“Wanna show me what you had in mind, beautiful?” his hazel eyes are filled with lust, his thumb caresses your lips, you open your mouth and suck on his thumb, he takes off the handcuffs with his other hand and gives them to you. You push against the wall with his hands cuffed behind his back, you kneel down and begin to lick at the tip tasting the sweet cream. Some of it falls onto your breasts, Getos head is tilted back against the wall enjoying every moment of your mouth lapping up all of the whip cream until you eventually make him cum all over your face and breasts. You spread his cum all over your breasts massaging them as he watches you through heavy lids.

“Now that we’re done with foreplay are you ready to get fucked princess?” Geto says, undoing the handcuffs.

Toji Fushiguro

Doesn’t play those games, you thought you could trick him into wearing a collar with a leash. Hah! Sucks for you, you’re the one wearing it now and you’re the one who’s getting facefucked by him. 

“Take out my cock.” he says, pushing you down on your knees.

Your saliva drips down your chin and onto your chest and boobs. Your gags fill the bedroom, Toji is holding your hands against the wall, your hands are bound by the leash. 

“Mmmm, you really thought you could put me in a choker?” he says, slowing down his thrusts so you can breathe.

You nod and try to answer but your mouth is stuffed with his big cock so it comes out as a garbled mess.

“I fuck you good and treat you like my queen and yet you want to be treated like a dirty whore?” he grunts when you deepthroat his cock. He lets go of your hand and tugs the chain towards the bed. Toji makes you get on your knees and arch your back for him, he leans down to lick your clothed slit then he slips your panties off and stuffs them in your mouth.

“You didn’t get a gagball so I guess this’ll work.” he smirks and slaps his wet cock on your ass before sliding in and fucking you hard and fast. He grabs the leash and pulls on it hard making you arch your back even more for him, your moaning loud for him, mumbling his name over and over again. Toji grabs your and hold your body close to his,

“Shit, I’m gonna bust baby.” he yanks out your panties and kisses you sloppily, your tongues dance and play with each other. A few more thrusts and he fills you up to the brim. Toji pushes you both onto the bed, still inside of you,

“You’re wrists okay, my beautiful wife?” he kisses your wrists and gently massages them.

“A little sore but it’s okay, my love.” you respond.

“I’ll make it up to you by buying your favorite dessert.” he says, kissing them one more time before carrying you off into the bathroom for a warm relaxing bath.

Ryomen Sukuna

“Consort, why have you summoned me to your chambers?” Sukuna stands at the door of your chambers.

“Master, thank you for coming to my chambers at this hour.” you bow at his feet.

“Stand consort, tell me what it is that you need from me?” he sighs and looks down at you.

“Master, I-” 

A growl escapes from his mouth, he yanks you up to look at him.

“You’re my wife, why do you insist on calling me.” -he pauses- “Master.” he says through gritted teeth.

“My apologies, Mas-” you're cut off by him crashing his lips onto yours, his big hands come up to caress your face. He parts from your lips, leaning down so his forehead touches yours.

“It pains to hear you call me master, I am your husband, my love. Do you not see me that as much?” his voice is low and soft. Your hand comes up to caress the monstrous side of his face, he kisses the palm of your hand.

“My beloved Sukuna, I love you the most, you should know that by now but I have to keep up appearances, for the maids might hear the way I call out your name so casually. After all, your main priority should be on Pure Consort Uraume.” you say in a hushed tone.

“Is that you’ve summoned me here, so you can call out my name?” a sly smirk appears on his face.

“Leave and do not come back until morning. Do as I say or you will be beheaded.” he announces, the sound of feets shuffling is heard outside the paper walls before silence befalls the two of you.

“Shall we get started, my love?” he begins to kiss down your neck, pulling your garb down revealing your collarbones and cleavage.

“S-sukuna, I have summoned you here because I’ve thought of a new way to help you.” you gently push him away and fix your garb. Sukuna sighs in frustration when you leave his side. 

“Show me before I lose my patience with you, my love.” he says, pushing his hair back.

“Here it is, my love. I will sit here that way you will not have to touch me.” you present to him a swing and hold up the ropes attached to the swing.

“You jest, you deserve punishment for that.” he growls and grabs your wrists pushing you onto your comforter.

“M-master.” you cower from him, facing away from his face. A pained expression falls over his face, his hand reaches out to caress your face again but he hesitates and pulls away. 

“Why must you be so afraid of me? Of my touch. Is it because I did not choose you to be with me in the next life?” his eyes soften, observing your face for any answers.

“That is not true, I wish you to be happy and Pure Consort Uraume is better suited, she will be able to help you in ways that I cannot.” a tear falls down the side of your face. Sukuna reaches over and wipes it away, making you turn to face him.

“I love you and I always will. I will find you no matter which era and how many years have passed. So please let me show you, by making love with you until the crack of dawn.” his lips are inches from yours, his red eyes soften, a smile appears on his face and all of a sudden he looks like he once did before he was cursed as the King of Curses. Sukuna and you make sweet and tender love, not ever touching the swing you made. He left hickeys and kisses all over your body even on the areas that were cursed, they burn his lips but he doesn’t care, you gave your life up for him so only half of him would become a curse, you are his beloved. His one and only and for you to create such a contraption so he couldn’t touch you or hold you,was so foolish to him. He loved you and he always will. 

aunote: And then Yuji ate his finger and Sukuna set out to destroy all sex swings in the current era. 🤣🤣

I hope you all enjoyed this one! I tried to make them as different as possible, a lot of bjs and oral stuff. Sorry the ending sucked, i just wanted to wrap it up and not make it into an entire fic.

Don't come for me about being historically accurate, I tried my best and I loosely based it off of the apothecary diaries. I know I know.

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a sneak peak at a book i’m working on

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Last Line Tag

Tagged by @writinglesbian to post my last few lines!

“Wasn’t planning on it,” they assure her, and she gives them a fearful little half-smile. “But I understand what you mean. I think things will be different, but not necessarily so intensely.” They pause. “I really don’t want to hear the gossip on this one.”

“I don’t think my dads will tell anyone.” Lilith considers. “Well, not Michael.”

Tagging @goose-books, @honeywrite, @bailey-writes and @dogwrites! No pressure at all; just interested to see your stories! 

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eleven questions !

the rules:

answer all the questions

ask eleven of your own

tag eleven people

the questions:

[1] first oc you created?

the first oc i ever really created was for a 1D fanfic and i can’t remember her name lol

[2] most recent oc you created?

that would be Fang for my wip ‘The Graveyard Heir’ who’s really important to the story and yet i just created him like yesterday???

[3] brief overview of your writing process?

it’s really simple: story idea/special oc comes to brain, i make playlist for idea, i write summary of idea, i create more ocs for idea, i write more ideas to make it into a wip, then i write the first draft 

[4] do you use external sources (playlists, pinterest, etc) to bring your wips to life?

you bet i do, i make spotify playlists and weheartit collections for all my wips really

[5] book that inspired you to write?

harry potter was a big influencer but also every other fantasy book out there tbh

[6] what’s the longest you’ve worked on a wip?

i’m still working on it and will be for a long time, but i’ve already spent like two years with the idea for ‘the graveyard heir’ in my mind

[7] favorite quote?

“into the forest i go, to lose my mind and find my soul”

[8] oc you connect the most with?

definitely atlas bc of his anxiety 

[9] would you want to see one of your wips adapted? in what medium?

yes omg that’s the dream! i’d love to see my wip be a tv series 

[10] favorite part of the writing process?

the first draft bc you’re just flushing out all your ideas and it doesn’t! have! to! be! perfect!

[11] least favorite part of the writing process?

writer’s block it’s my worst nightmare

my questions:

who is your favorite oc that you’ve created and why?

what is the last line of your wip you’ve written?

what is the opening sentence of said wip?

do you use faceclaims for your ocs or just imagine them to your liking?

what unusual/strange habits does one of your ocs have?

what is one song that could describe your oc?

if you had to take the plot and characters of your wip and put it in a completely different setting, where would it be?

if your ocs were all suddenly superheroes, who would be the best?

what is your least favorite thing about writing?

how many wips do you have currently?

do you follow a strict writing schedule?

i’m tagging:

thank you again @thetragediies for the tag! // @bmariewinter + @dayswriteblr + @briannaswriter​ + @anzwrites​ + @honeywrite​ + @the-midwrite-oil​ + @somegaywritersfactory​ + @theforgottencoolkid​ + @alixismad​ + @cogwrites​ + anyoen else who wishes to do this!

sidenote - so sorry if you’ve already been tagged before and don’t want to do this again!