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[fearofgodessentialshoodie]

A great deal of popularity exists worldwide among clothing items such as essentials, t-shirts , hoodies and tracksuits. The designs and styles of clothing are a staple of summer fashion. Summer can be uncomfortable for some people, so they want something comfortable.

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[sugurufic]

I Wanna Ruin Our Frienship (Geto x F!Reader)

Summary: You want to try out a tiktok trend with your friend who you maybe have a crush on

Word Count: 1.1k

Content: Fluff :)

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You’ve been seeing this trend all over tiktok for quite some time, but you never got the time - or courage - to try it out. You had a not so low-key crush on one of your friends, Suguru. His beautiful appearance was easier to resist when you didn’t know him closely, but lately his soft voice, his pretty eyes, and his silky hair have been plaguing your thoughts.

So you finally got the time and the courage to try this trend on him, confessing your attraction to him in disguise. And you could use the trend as a perfect cover-up, in case he didn’t like you back. Easy-peasy!

You’re both sitting in the parking lot in your car, having just done shopping for your essentials, snacks, instant ramen, coffee and period care stuff. 

“Suguru, there’s this trend on tiktok…” You start, setting your phone on the dashboard and turn to him with your best puppy eyes. “Will you do that with me, please?” looking straight into his pretty eyes is never easy, but with the plan in your head it’s even difficult.

“You know I can’t say no when you look at me like that.” He whines, but the steady smirk on his beautiful face says otherwise. You love the way his bangs fall on his face, they compliment him well, you think. “What’s the trend?”

“I can’t tell you that yet,” you giggle. “I’m recording it just for us anyways,”

“Okay,” he relents with a sigh. “At least tell me how to act.”

“Oh, just be yourself,” you keep it vague. “I’d prefer your honest reaction,”

“Really?” he draws out, almost purring in your ear. You have to deliberately suppress the shiver that threatens to come down your spine. Sometimes, you think he does stuff like this deliberately just to get a reaction out of you. Instead, you grin at him, and press record on your phone and the audio starts to play.

Jenny darling, you’re my best friend, you lip sync, looking at Suguru’s smiling face in the video. You just pray that he hasn’t come across this trend yet.

But there’s a few things that you don’t know of, the song continues, and Geto turns to you with a confused frown on his brow. He looks you up and down as if trying to decipher you, to see through the lyrics.

Why I borrow your lipstick so often, you lip sync, and Geto wets his tongue, pretty eyes jumping back and forth between the camera and you, extremely confused at the lyric.

I’m using your shirt as a pillowcase, you continue, finally turning to him. You bite your lip as you think of your next move, body heating up in anticipation of his reaction. He’s looking at you now, foxy eyes focused completely on you.

Leaning forward, you put your hands on the collar of his t-shirt and pull him close so that your noses touch as the speaker says, I wanna ruin our friendship. You could swear he looked about as nervous as you felt and when you let him go without kissing him, he too had a pretty pink flush on his face, breathing heavily.

We should be lovers instead. He doesn’t look very happy with that. You’re scared that you’ve pushed too far, but then his big hand gently wraps around your throat and pulls you to him, kissing you properly. His lips fit against yours perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle meant to go together, so soft, so delicious and all-consuming. Geto has the best pair of lips that you’ve ever kissed.

You’re flustered, shocked, delighted and feeling like a dream all at the same time with the intensity of Geto’s kiss. His hand doesn’t leave your neck as the song continues to play, long fingers pressing down on your pulse point, making you shiver. The video stops when the time exceeds, and you finally pull back, nearly panting with the intensity of your emotions.

“If you needed an excuse to kiss me you should’ve said so,” Geto tries to sass you, hiding his pink face behind his hand. He’s playing with his bangs, a habit you’ve noticed he does when he is nervous. 

“I think both of us know who actually kissed who, Mister,” you sass him, suddenly feeling very confident. “I can still feel your hand on my neck,”

He clears his throat again, attempting to gather himself. His pretty eyes, usually full of confidence and looking straight into your soul, are averted as he asks, “So… did that song mean anything?”

“Only if this kiss means something to you,” you say, shying away from his words.

“Gods, I’ve wanted to do that for so long now,” he says, the tone of his voice sending shivers down your spine. If it wasn’t for his damned voice, he’d be easier to ignore. “I’m sorry I kissed you so suddenly,” 

“We both know you don’t mean that, pretty boy.” You say, narrowing your eyes at him with a smirk. You put your hands on his collar, pulling him close yet again to kiss him. He hits record on your phone once again, putting his hands on the small of your back to pull you as close as he can to the passenger’s side. This kiss is less intense than the first one, but so much more intimate - your lips move in a graceful dance, savouring each other's perfume, taste and the feelings that the kiss surfaced.

“Darling,” Geto purrs against your lips, forehead resting on yours and noses touching. “You should let me take you out to dinner first,”

“You need to ask me to dinner first then,” you whisper, lips brushing against his.

“I’m asking you now,” He says. “Let’s have dinner outside tonight, just the two of us. What do you think?”

“I’d love that,” you whisper before planting another peck on his lips then separating. You pat your thighs, getting ready to drive back to Jujutsu Tech. You can feel the change in the stale air of the car, but it’s a good change. Geto takes your phone to send the tiktoks to himself, grinning like an idiot. You like Suguru just a bit too much, and you hope that he likes you a bit too much too. But there are still things to figure out, and you don’t want to worry about that yet. 

The two of you are awfully cheery on the drive back, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by your friends. They don’t question you, yet. You’re getting ready, dressed in a lovely shade of red and applying a lipstick to match when a loud shriek deafens you. Getting out of the bathroom, you see Shoko and Satoru sitting on either beds of the room, a hastily dressed Suguru rushing in, trying to snatch away the phone in Satoru’s hand, veins popping out on his forehead.

“Give me back my phone!” Geto yells, lunging at Satoru. 

A/N: Man's so pretty I wanna kiss him stupid

#geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru #jjk x reader #geto suguru fluff #geto x you

[buckyysdoll]

— 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐜𝐬 — ╰┈➤ + more generalised dating headcanons ๋࣭ ⭑

જ⁀➴ 18+ MDNI — summary: pretty self explanatory — based on an old request from when i was @sjjwriting; <𝟑; cw: preg!reader, allusions to sex (eg, oral — f!rec), large (but legal) age gap, maybe ooc tony? i haven’t even yet seen the ‘iron man’ films, so shoot me now :’), brief mention of praise/degradation kink, daddy kink; tony still dies at end :( !! pairing: tony stark x fem!reader

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• okay this may seem morally questionable but there's gonna be a pretty big age gap

• as in, if tony's in his forties during the franchise as we know it, then you’re gonna be in your early/mid twenties. SO I PROMISE IT’S LEGAL, OKAY?

• you met when tony got involved with peter parker, as you lived with him and aunt may in new york. you weren’t related, but she’d been best friends with your mother since her own teen years, and when your parents had passed she had taken you in as her own. you loved her to bits

• peter was a good few years younger than you, and hence like a brother figure — one who annoyed you like hell, but that you still loved just the same.

• cut forward to the avengers’ era when you and T are in an established relationship -> you’re part of their circle and already it feels like home at the compound — you just fit right in

• and while that means you’re one of the group and you couldn’t be more thrilled, tony absolutely hates the way that you're so quick to endanger yourself in his eyes

• therefore — frequent and explosive arguments when you want to get involved but he simply won't let you

• — "tony you can't shut me out of this! i have every right to help if i want to.”

• — "no, you have every right to back the hell away and not get yourself killed because of me."

• but still, the avengers swiftly came to be like family to you

• you and natasha get close as you're nearer in age than a lot of the others are to you; you and her have girls nights out, and tony puts you to bed when you come home drunk

• essentially, in other words, you’re getting the princess treatment all. the. time.

• eg, being the only one that can touch/do certain things around the compound

• and as per sugar daddy! regimen, of course tony stark just spoils you rotten

• and i mean full-on, absolutely dotes on you — both gift giving and touch are his two main love languages

• for example, if you’ve had a bad day? there's his credit card -> "go cheer yourself up a little, honey"

• at first, his fellow avengers are kinda 👀 about such a vast age gap, but they see the way the two of you are with each other — just different. complete.

• because who he is [apart from] and [with you] are like two fully separate people, to be honest.

• nat seeing him in a good mood: “who are you, and what’ve you done to tony?”

• he’s just obsessed with you to be honest, and as such way too overprotective

• — “and where exactly are you going in that dress?"

• — "out for drinks with natasha?”

• — “like hell you are"

• you being like the mom friend even to the members of the group much older than you

• somehow being perfect for tony when his bold hotheadedness is met with your even calm.

• no one ever would’ve thought of him as likely to settle down, but when he met you that was it — his days of being playboy were suddenly behind him

• you host the stark parties with him and look like a young trophy wife on his arm; at least, that's how it appears to the people on the outside who don't know how much you're in love

• sitting on his lap in avengers’ meetings with your arm across his shoulder and his own around your waist

• easy domestic sweetness at the compound — heads resting on shoulders, hands held just because. a cup of coffee made and a kiss on the cheek; soft, whispered “i love you”s at night.

• walking around the compound in just his oversized shirt and your panties, not sparing so much as a single thought for the other avengers you happened to live with. instead, you bet your ass you’ll just walk straight into the kitchen, tony’s hand in yours and a question to ask: “morning guys, who wants coffee?”

• the rest of the group being extremely protective of you, too — especially natasha and steve

• the latter, of course, wants to know exactly what his intentions are with you; and Tony's response is pretty much exactly what you'd expect — not happy at all

• — it went something like, "it's not the 1940s anymore, rogers. in modern terms, that means mind your own business."

• meanwhile, natasha just opted straight for the threat on behalf of her friend; for the girl who was like the sister she felt she’d been missing for most of her life: "you'd better take care of her, tony. i may be your friend, but i’m still an assassin.”

• peter parker, already like an aforementioned brother, called you “mrs stark” way prematurely despite how you’d known him for most of your life. you thought it was cute, and he was in pure shock on the day you first told him you and tony were dating.

• in reality though, by now, tony's had an engagement ring stored away for ages; all he needs now is the courage to actually ask, but the goddamn question just won’t come out.

• and who is it who, eventually, gives him the advice that makes him finally do it? none other than rogers himself, who tony is now reluctantly grateful to know.

• because it turned out that tony was surprisingly insecure about the age gap, but tried hard to hide it. and when you eventually found out you couldn’t quite believe that he was actually saying these words.

• you’d never loved anyone the way you loved him — and yet, he didn’t even see why you did? he didn’t understand why someone so young and vibrant and beautiful as you would ever want to settle with a man “past his prime” and who came with a “fuck ton of emotional baggage.”

• and so only you three knew the truth of your love’s well-kept facade: the great Tony Stark wasn’t quite so arrogant as he’d have the world believe.

• though he was close enough to it <3

• so, you savoured the time spent proving it to him — how you feel — with your hands, mouth, tongue. Sex with tony is certainly an experience, going rougher when you want it but so tender when you don't.

• and let me tell you that man gets pussydrunk as hell and it drives him insane.

• just imagine this level-headed genius who approaches every problem and scenario with logic, suddenly unable to focus past the hard-on in his jeans because you sent him a dirty text while he was in the middle of a meeting

• and you do that a lot — teasing him in public is your new favourite thing; a photo of you scantily dressed or a message saying just what you'll do to him later

• his hand is always on your thigh when driving, or when just sitting anywhere in public/at the compound.

• he’ll also deliberately tease you in public or when you’re both with the others at home, just to watch you blush and struggle through attempts at conversation while his hand beneath the table’s roaming higher up your skirt

• tony’s had so many meetings with the other avengers that he’s had to cut short — all because of you, because he needs you right there and then, and can’t seem to wait a single moment longer

• not that you’re complaining

• he takes you on dinner dates in restaurants where he still insists he pays; even after all this time spent together, he’s never once stopped trying to romance and treat you <3

• he’ll leave a box with a bow on your shared, kingsize bed and within it? — a dress and a note: wear this for me tonight, and be ready for 7. love you, honey, it reads

• and good lord, the man has very expensive good taste — it feels too much !

• but it appears that he literally cannot stop buying you gifts; that man is whipped as fuck and he knows it, yet somehow wouldn’t change it for all the world.

• you two often leave for the bathroom at most social functions, like you’re teenagers again. but what can he do, when there’s a counter right there waiting for you to sit on, for him to kneel before as he slides that thin scrap of lace down your knees, off your ankles, to the floor?

• but still, he’s a perfect gentleman in public — a hand on your lower back to guide you through crowds.

• going to black tie events on his arm as his "pretty, young thing,” turned eventual wife

• let's be real, there’s a clear daddy kink. also heavy on the praise, maybe light degradation? pet names "sweetheart,” "honey,” “baby" — the latter mainly after a fight

• you being the only one that can make him see reason, despite how you often have your differences, too.

• most of your fights come from when he’s trying to martyr himself for the world, yet still you're the only one that can humble him, who he’d get down on his knees and beg for.

• having to be protected because you're with a man in such a high position of wealth

• "mrs stark” 💅🏻 has such a good ring to it now, much better than “that young girl he’s with”

• jealous and protective tony when men make their thoughts of you quite plain; and though he’s rich and successful — now an old household name — he’s not above the odd fight for your honour 😌

• absolutely adoring happy, who’s now become your personal security guard, too. you get along so well and to him, you’re both like a good friend and a kind of daughter figure in one

• even after all this time, you still team up with peter to tease mr stark ♡

• the four of you are like a family — five, once your little baby daughter is born <3

• and of course, she’s a daddy’s girl too — just like her mama, and who really could blame you?

• when you're pregnant his protectiveness absolutely ricochets up several notches; not to mention his own hormones for the mother of his child ;) -> those too have risen <3

• so now he’s far less subtle and even more of a total, stubborn pain in your ass ♡

• nine months come and pass, and all the while tony is just worried sick. he’s desperate to stop doing missions, but when the world needed saving — what choice did he have?

• and so you become a young mother to your sweet baby girl and let tony do just what he has to; and when he doesn't come home you’ve become a young widow left to raise your daughter without her daddy </3

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[thevirtualvalentine]

pierced!tragalgar law x pierced!reader

content warning: oral sex, dry humping, heavy kissing, established relationship, essentially modern, reader has a new lip piercing and law indulges in a fantasy.

Law with an alt gf with piercings… Like I can picture the two of you now. Maybe when you started dating you didn’t have the collection you did now, you could have started with a simple nose hoop. One of his favorite things to do is compare your piercings side by side with your faces squished together in the mirror. Some of his favorite pictures of the two of you are from these shared moments.

He has to say though, this recent piercing of yours has him going insane. Every feature on your face feels so delicate to him. He loves the way your nose fits perfectly between your eyes and the soft curve of your cupids bow. However, what he didn’t expect was to be mesmerized by your vertical labret, the shiny metal glistening each time you speak, how it disappears and reappears from behind your teeth when you smile at him.

God it was so fucking alluring and it was driving him crazy. He could not wait to get his mouth on you, to tug your lips between his teeth again and to feel the metal on his tongue .. maybe other places too.

But he’d wait. He’s patient. Fairly pierced himself, Law wouldn’t compromise your healing process. Lip piercings are prone to migrating and need adequate time to heal. He is a doctor after all.

He abided his time with soft pecks for now, but you could feel his lingering desire tracing your lips each time he pulled away. His tongue softly glazing the cool surface of your new piercing. You wouldn’t lie, it set something ablaze in you, anticipating when your new addition would heal.

Two months have passed by now and you feel your new body modification is healed. You find Law sitting alone in his study nose deep in a medical textbook as his glasses rest carefully on the bridge of his nose. For some reason seeing him this stressed out makes you want to relieve him the best way you know how, with your mouth.

Making your way over to him your hands find his shoulders to which he audibly groans when you begin massaging him. “Baby you need a break, yeah?” He only hums, the tension in him begins to loosen. He’s truly putty in your hands.

Law grumbles when you pull his chair back from the desk, chair scraping against the floor as you ignore his protests. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll let me do as I please,” you tell him while climbing into his lap.

It seems like all his protests leave him when he realizes you’re only clad in his t-shirt on top of him. Your hot pussy only covered by his own clothing. Then you’re kissing him. Metal gliding against his mouth as your hands find his hair. Your hips try to fall into a familiar rhythm on his dick but his hands stop you.

“Careful, you should be more delicate with that,” he’s not condescending but moreso concerned and for that you’re touched.

Your need for him only flourishes, a soft whine escaping you as you lunge for his lips. He doesn’t stop you, only meeting you back with equal passion.

You missed this, sitting in his lap as he grinds you into soft putty on his growing cock. It’s not long before his tongue starts exploring your lips, suckling on the bottom fat where your piercing resides. The slowness of it all has you writhing in his hold. He’s taken to sharp thrusts into your growing wetness as he slobbers all over you.

It’s thrilling but you can’t possibly take anymore of his teasing. You place your palms on his shoulders while breaking for air. His lips immediately find occupancy on the vacant skin of your neck, nibbling at the unmarked terrain. “Let me suck you off, I wanna know if it’ll feel any different,” you need more of him now, more than he’s giving you.

He can sense your greed, he’s empathetic to it. “Go on then.” Always so smug.

With one final hump into your cunt he lets you clamber off him, slinking to the floor on your knees. He loves those beady eyes and the metal that decorates your features, but most of all the silver in your lips makes his cock twitch within his pants.

Your hands couldn’t seemingly work any slower to unbutton his pants and pull out his aching dick, “wait wait—,” his breath heavy in his throat, “kiss it.”

Occasionally Law would surprise you with what he wanted, but it never disappointed you. You smile as you fist his member in one hand and kiss his tip with your plush lips.

He shivers from the contact, “you okay?” He swears you’re a vixen looking up at him like that from your knees speaking so softly to him, metal bouncing with the movement of your mouth.

“It feels good, keep going,” and at that you smile. Dragging the tip of your piercing up and down his shaft as you lubricate his dick with spit. Laws breath always betrays him, his nostrils flare as you take him deeper in your mouth. Either of your hands making sure to take care of what your warm wet mouth doesn’t.

He can’t stop watching as the shiny piece of silver appears and disappears as you suckle his dick like candy. It makes his balls ache with need as his grip on the arm of his chair tightens.

“You’re so pretty love, y’know that. Pretty mouth stuffed full of dick. Shit feels so good on my cock, you got no idea.” Somehow he makes you drip without even touching you.

To finish him off you place both hands on his shaft while making sure to drag your lips and tongue carefully near the slit. Not even a few seconds later he’s glazing your tongue with his hot load as he moans into his fist.

“Fuck fuck, sto- stop you’ll overstimulate me..” he huffs as he flicks your forehead. You won’t stop sucking on his tip trying to drain his big balls.

“Let me return the favor, yeah baby?” it’s then you catch a glimpse of a bright silver ball peaking just behind his teeth.

When did Law get a tongue piercing?

#law #trafalgar law smut #law smut #one piece smut #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law x reader #law x y/n #law x you #law x reader #one piece x reader #extremely self indulgent #one of those pics is actually mine

[cryptixani]

jjk men cat cafe! au...

𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒑𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒇𝒆! 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒔, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒏. 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ��𝒊𝒕𝒆...

a/n: hii, this is the beginning to a oneshot series i've decided to do for a couple of the jujutsu kaisen men, set in an au where there's no curses or sorcerers or any tragic horrible deaths and they all work at the same cat cafe! this is sort of an intro chapter to set the scene and introduce them, then i'm going to write a continued installment for each specific man. i've also opened requests for this au, so feel free to ask for further drabbles of smut or fluff for any of the guys featured if you like. <3

warnings: none. following installments will likely contain smut, and may also feature violence, mentions of violence, and/or distressing themes. absolutely none of it will be cat-related, for those that might be worried.

characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, choso kamo, kento nanami, sukuna, mahito, toji fushiguro.

there was a new cat cafe that had opened, on the outskirts of the city centre - not far from where you lived. it looked really nice, actually. every time you had peered into it in passing, you had noticed the warm lighting and comfortable seats, how nicely decorated the place was and how much stuff there was for the cats - hidey holes and platforms and bridges and shelves and scratching posts, the list went on. it was clear the place took very good care of their kitties.

you had been meaning to go for a while, it was just a matter of time. your regular local cafe had been getting boring recently, and you were on the hunt for a new place to buy a drink, sit about and do work on your laptop in.

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it was a chilly weekday afternoon when you had randomly decided to give the place a go. you had been out anyway, picking up a few essentials from some other stores - fresh deodrant, some some new socks, boring stuff like that. your laptop was in your bag anyway though, as you had been intending on taking your favourite spot at your regular haunt and spending a few hours finishing up some essay drafts with a nice hot cup beside you. coffee or tea, didn't really matter at this point, as long as it warmed you from this biting wind.

but then you had passed that cat cafe, and it gave you pause. you were overcome by a sudden urge to go inside - why not? your brain reasoned, you'll get to do your work with some cute kitties about.

so your turned on your heel and headed over to the glass doors. they were heavy, though you managed to get them open by yourself. stepping inside, you felt a rush of warm air surround you, which was an absolute delight after walking around in the cold.

another door greeted you, these ones less difficult to open. you figured having two doors was a safety measure, so the cats couldn't escape. smart.

now you were fully in the cafe, and you took a little look around. it felt different on the inside, bigger and cosier. there were plenty of nooks to set up in, and plenty of cats lazing around. the air was warm with a subtle scent of coffee and clean cat - fitting.

you were pulled out of your little daze by the sound of someone clearing their throat beside you. turning your head, you blinked as you realized there was a guy stood by the front desk, smiling at you. he had an undercut, the top of his hair dyed a bold pink that somehow suited him. he wore what you assumed was the cafe uniform - baggy pants and a plain t-shirt, all black, though a small logo of the cafe was embroidered onto the left side of the shirt in white. on the right side of the shirt, a little black badge with the name 'YUJI' printed in bold white lettering was pinned, a little lopsided.

"hii!" the young man greeted you politely, already fiddling around pulling out a small black binder and pen from behind the desk. "welcome to catpuccino cafe, i'm yuji! did you prebook your visit?"

"oh, no." you shook your head with a small smile. "just a walk-in. is that okay?"

"definitely. we're usually super quiet in the middle of the week." yuji replied, flipping through the binder briefly. "if you ever wanna visit on a weekend or during the holidays, though..." he whistled, setting the binder down facing you on a blank page, the pen on top. "...it gets super busy. anyway, just write your name, phone number, and the date and time please! is this your first time visiting our cafe?"

you nod and pick up the pen, quickly noting down the details yuji had asked for. once you were done, he put the binder and pen away.

"yeah, it's my first time visiting any cat cafe." you replied with a little smile.

"aw, that's great! i'm glad you chose ours, you'll love it here!" he grinned, and from the genuine enthusiasm he seemed to radiate, you couldn't help but believe him. he continued. "we have a small hourly fee we charge seperate from any food and drink. it's mostly to cover the kitties needs, stuff like their food and litter. most people pay for one hour, but since we're currently so quiet, you can do more if you like?"

you thought over his offer for a moment, before nodding.

"i think i'll do two hours, if that's okay? i have my laptop with me, so i wanna do some quiet work here too." you replied. yuji's grin widened, if that was even possible.

"sure!!" he nodded, rattling off the total whilst getting the card machine ready for you. you tapped your card and he checked that it went through before stepping out from behind the desk. he was definitely a bit younger than you, though he seemed well-exercised and energetic. he gestured for you to follow, beginning to lead you through the cafe to find you a good spot. as he did, he pointed out various kitties you both passed by.

"that little guy over there is piper, he's pretty quiet. oh, there's cinnamon!! she's super soft, and has the cutest little meow. there's jazz and jibe on that little shelf up in the corner, they're a package deal."

you smiled warmly as you followed yuji, your eyes following his gesturing at each of the cats. you were surprised at how well he seemed to know them all, though then again it also made sense - you were sure the workers here were responsible for the cats too.

finally, yuji stopped at a cosy looking spot in the corner. a comfortable looking armchair by a bigger table, not far from a pretty big cat tree. you could see at least three kitties lounging there already.

"this spot seems like it'd be nice to do some work in." yuji spoke, smiling. "feel free to get settled down, one of our servers should be with you soon. there's a little menu there on the table for you to browse. hope you enjoy your time here!"

with that, yuji was off, bustling back to the front desk to greet more customers coming in through the door. you sighed softly and smiled to yourself, glad that you had picked this place out already. between the cute kitties and the cosy, quiet vibes, it seemed perfect for a few hours of focus. you set your bag down on the floor beside you, blinking in surprise when a small tabby kitten prowled out from under your chair. it stared up at you curiously for a moment, sniffing your hand when you held it out before giving it a little nuzzle. after that, it pattered off, looking to find something new to do.

you straightened and smiled, watching the kitten go. adorable. next you pulled off your coat, pushing it down into the armchair you were sat in. your eyes flickered over the table, before spotting the menu yuji had mentioned. you picked it up, turning it over slowly. the cafe seemed to offer a variety of drinks and snacks, including little treats to buy for the kitties. for now though, you decided to pick something out for yourself.

between hot and cold teas and coffees, alongside even a few various hot chocolate and smoothie options, you felt spoiled for choice. though as you scanned the menu, you eventually settled on a drink choice that clicked instantly. it sounded perfect, and you instantly knew it was what you wanted to try. now just to order it.

you looked up over the menu, finally taking in the view of the cafe from your seat. you had a good angle, pretty close to the back so you could see the entire interior from where you were. there was a handful of fellow customers scattered around, most already with food and drink in front of them, talking or petting relaxed kitties. you looked for any servers, beginning to spot them throughout the cafe. as you glanced at each one, your brows furrowed slightly, the warmth surrounding you suddenly feeling a little more intense. you couldn't help but notice how every single one of these servers seemed to be tall, male, and tragically handsome.

oh.

one was currently taking an order, brows furrowed in concentration as he scribbled in his little notebook. his dark brown hair was tied up in messy twin buns, bangs framing his face. you squinted your eyes and swore you caught sight of a face tattoo. his all-black uniform, same as yuji's, looked a bit baggier, and he wore cargo pants instead of regular ones, along with heavy black boots.

another two men were chatting together in the corner idly. one had short, messy white hair and an idle smirk on his lips, dark rounded glasses sitting on his nose. his uniform was a bit more form-fitting, and he wore a black longsleeve shirt under the cafe logo t-shirt. the other man had long straight black hair, tied half-up into a bun with some loose bangs on one side of his face. his uniform was much more oversized, and he wore black baggy pants that tapered in at the ankle. he was listening to the white-haired man chatter, smiling slightly and nodding along, both men relaxed.

not far from the two, another man with short blond hair and green-tinted glasses was stood flicking through a binder, expression stoic and focused. his different uniform - still all black, but instead of a casual t-shirt he wore straight pants and a button-up with the cafe logo embroidered - seemed to indicate he had a slightly higher position. manager, perhaps.

you spotted two more men off near the back, by one of the doors. one had a haircut similar to yuji's, though he seemed taller and more muscular, his uniform tight around his torso. the other man had long, grey-ish blue hair tied in three sections by the ends. he seemed the leanest of them all, his t-shirt loose but his pants straight-fitted. they also seemed to be talking, though judging by the intensity of the pink-haired one's glare and the concealed venom of the blue-haired one's smile, their conversation didn't seem nearly as pleasant.

the door they were stood by was partially open, and through the small sliver you could see what you assumed was the kitchen where the drinks and food were made, seperated from all the cats. you just caught a glimpse of a man bustling about, tall and about as muscular as the pink-haired one with short black hair that fell around his face, black t-shirt tight and form-fitting.

mouth a little dry, you shift back into your seat and glance down at your menu again, processing everything your eyes had just seen. how the hell was this place so jam-packed full of testosterone? did every attractive man in this area just see the cafe opening and think, 'yeah, i'm gonna work here'? not that you were complaining, but this almost felt like one of those too-good-to-be-true situations. but it wasn't, it was real. and one of them was about to serve you.

holy shit, one of them was about to serve you.

you pull your phone out of your pocket quickly, heartrate picking up as the realization hit. using the black reflective screen as a little makeshift mirror, you do a quick check-over yourself. no smudges on your face or anything in your teeth... hopefully not. it was pretty difficult to see in the reflection on the screen. you ran a hand through your hair, trying to neaten it up a bit after how wind-swept it had gotten outside, when you suddenly hear a throat clearing right above you.

#gojo x reader #geto x reader #choso x reader #sukuna x reader #mahito x reader #toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #geto suguru #choso kamo #mahito #ryomen sukuna #toji fushiguro

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if it's alright may i request saitama, genos, and garou with a fem reader with massive tits? like just how would the boys react (nsf/w mixed w sfw hc's pls :D) to a reader with the big naturals, which if you do this request tysm!! :D

aight bruh. I have experience in this field

If he had a Big Tittied S/O

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SFW

He don't like you borrowing certain t-shirts cause you stretch them out and make that weird sag in the front. He specifically got 2 shirts a couple sizes up to avoid that

He comments often about your back hurting he doesn't know how you do it fr he feels bad

Crumb magnets, we can all agree. Always says some shit like, "Saving some for later?" when you eat something that he knows will cause that. Definitely laughing at you

N/SFW

Hope u like breast/nipple play bc it's basically mandatory for him (with consent ofc) Sometimes he just does it cause he's bored. Like he doesn't want to have full on sex he just wants to play with them and get you going like organic stim toys

Falls asleep on them midway through sometimes. Best sleep he gets

The internal struggle between wanting to fuck you hard enough because the way they bounce is just cool to him and not wanting to hurt you/temporarily paralyze you waist down so you can't do shit

If you wear any sort of pretty lingerie/leather it's gurenteed you won't be going anywhere for a few hours. Or days. The outfit might be ruined too. He gets quite animalistic

SFW

He has the math on the actual size of them thanks to endless shameless staring to perform the calculations. So take him bra shopping with you, cause he WILL know what will fit or not.

Same with shirts he'll tell you if they'll flatter your shape or squish out wrong. And he don't care if you stretch his shirts out on accident

Somehow knows if someone is staring and will confront them loudly (a bit of possessive jealousy if you will)

N/SFW

I've HC that Genos loves all things squishy matter what part of the body it is, so he does like hugging/squeezing them. Not always in a sexual way, though. He's just been metal for so long he's forgotten what his own flesh felt like so it's more of fascination.

Aside from that he likes having you grind/hop on his dick while he's sitting up/against something, say like on a couch, as he sucks on your tits

How he had the conversation of getting micro vibrators installed in his fingertips, you'll never know. Might have installed them himself to avoid that explanation. Very handy for universal use!

You got polka dot tits always. That's where most of the hickeys go. You can't wear low collar nothing for SHIT. It might be done on purpose

SFW

Dude is insensitive to how sensitive tiddies can be, pain wise. He likes fucking around and squeezing/poking them to get on your nerves. It's recommended if he keeps up his bullshit to punch him in his own tiddy.

Missing a bra? He's wearing it and waiting for you to notice. Always in the outside of his clothes or his head over his hair

He never realized how useful they were at holding shit and insists you help him with looting shit from places, or stores.

N/SFW

Absolute tits dude hands down he's got mommy issues. They make him more submissive if he focuses on them too much. So while he likes teasing/sucking them, if he gets too into it he starts switching up

While his preference is being on top, he can't help but watch how they move when you're on top. It's a consistent internal struggle. The visual of it makes him cum faster

Same with boob jobs, he's not lasting more than 3 minutes max. Essentially, big tiddies are the magic to get you a very whiney, submissive bitch if you choose embrace that power

He likes cumming on them so whether it's oral or vaginal/anal he pulls out to cum on them

(edit: corrected the spelling and took out "bitch" because y'all ain't bitches)

#one punch man #opm #anime #opm x reader #saitama #genos #garou #saitama x reader #saitama hcs #genos x reader #genos hcs #garou x reader #garou hcs #caped baldy #blond cyborg #garou the hero hunter #saitama n/sfw #genos n/sfw #garou n/sfw

[genderqueerdykes]

i'm struggling a lot with what to label myself. I've always felt a connection with butchness, but my idea of "masculinity" doesn't really seem to gel with the predominant image and fashion.

Part of it is that I'm disabled. I'll never be able to comfortably wear jeans or suits or hard leather men's shoes or workboots. Usually it's just crocs or something soft on the inside. I'm usually just hanging out in a t-shirt and sweatpants. I'm also just a big fan of small accessories like a single earring or a bunch of rings.

It also means my partner has to help me with a lot of things. I wish I could do more "chivalrous" things like helping with heavy objects or fixing things but like. I can't do that. I do try to be a loving and supportive partner, but I mainly do that through cooking or helping them schedule appointments or keep track of things their ADHD makes it hard for them to remember. I feel like this all means I can't really fulfill the butch role?

I flirted with the idea of being a "soft butch" for a while but I was told that it was a fake meme scale thing, like futch. I know a lot of people on here are like "do what you want forever" but I'm just very confused and I specifically feel like I don't have a claim because of my disability.

i wanted to say that i feel you very deeply there, and i wanted to relate to your experience, because i totally get it-

i have to dress for comfort and to accommodate my disabilities, so i get what you're saying. wearing boots is hard for me, i have to wear sneakers/trainers or other shoes that are comfortable while being supportive- that's why in most of my pictures i'm wearing the same shoes, because i can't really deal with a lot of different styles of shoe. being autistic also makes this difficult

i've actually written about how the "chivalrous" stereotype for butches is dangerous and completely leaves out disabled butches, you may want to give it a read and see if it helps you feel a bit better, because you're not alone, that stereotype bugs me deeply-

butches do not have to be strong or "chivalrous," butches are simply masculine queer people. to essentially force butches to be stereotypical cis men is uncomfortable, and it's not fair to the butch. you are allowed to be butch in whatever ways are accessible to you- if you can't align with that stereotype, then break it. you're not meant to fit into a mold! i'm tired of the idea that all butches have to be clones of one another:

butches can do whatever the hell they want!

you're butch no matter how you present or behave because you said you're butch! i hope this helps, take care of yourself!

#asks #answers #butch

[trousle-ink]

Ddlc profiles and sleepytime headcannons

Yuri:

Sleeps in loose tank tops and braids her hair

Stays up all night reading

Bundles up and sleeps in a fetal position

Natsuki:

Sleeps in t-shirts so big they're basically dresses

Needs a plush by her side or else she Will Not Be Able To Sleep

Mouth breather

Sayori

Sleeps in shirts that fit her snugly (how do ppl do that i dont get it)

Has tons of stuff on her bedside table including a glass of water she never drinks

Limb dangler

Monika

The cute nightgown and sleep mask that smells of lavender are essentials

Has a whole nighttime routine she follows religiously

Sleeps like the dead, barely has to make her bed in the morning

#tag yourself im a bit of everyone #its either tank tops of big ass shirts for me #no matter how much i tidy my bedside table is always cluttered #ddlc #doki doki literature club #doki doki plus #doki doki #yuri #yuri ddlc #natsuki #natsuki ddlc #sayori #sayori ddlc #monika #monika ddlc

[octuscle]

Hey Chronivac, could you help me out? My bf is Dutch and we’re in Rotterdam to meet his family. But his dad and brothers are all big bodybuilders and I’m a tiny nerd. Is there a way you could help me blend in and impress them?

Dan zal ik zien wat ik voor je kan doen... Is your friend also a colossus like his father and brothers? If not, you may soon be crushing him….

Your "brothers-in-law" have fun almost crushing your hands when greeting you. And your "father-in-law" greets you with a hug that leaves you breathless. Your friend laughs and tells them to leave you in one piece. You smile and ask where you can put your suitcase. Your friend says that you sleep on the second floor and a brother-in-law asks if he should carry your suitcase up. No, it's okay, you can do it. With the last of your strength you reach the room. You are drenched in sweat. And you ask your friend to excuse you downstairs for a moment. You would like to lie down for a moment. Zeker, geen probleem!

You open your suitcase. What kind of necklace is that? It must be a surprise gift from your boyfriend. It looks damn expensive. And it looks a bit silly around your neck. But somehow it feels good. You grab a t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts from your suitcase, change, and lie down on the bed. And immediately fall asleep.

No idea how long you have slept. But you wake up to a crash. And you have a strange pain in your right upper arm. Because you haven't blown up your sleeve yet. You yawn and stretch. You tense both biceps again. And your right sleeve is also hanging in tatters. You have to make a real effort to take off what's left of the T-shirt. And you'd better take off your boxer shorts, too. They won't last much longer either. A glance at your watch shows you that you've just dozed off for fifteen minutes. And that you should slowly do a training session again. The long flight and the drive from Amsterdam have thrown you out of your training routine. Your suitcase is a bit smelly. The sweaty clothes from the training during the stopover in London are not dry yet. But maybe your boyfriend and/or his brothers are up for lifting some weights with you now. So you put on your sweatshorts, tank top, hoodie and your training shoes and run down the stairs. The family is sitting in the kitchen. And your father-in-law seems to read your mind? Do you want to beat jet lag with a good workout? You nod. Jongens, wie komt er? asks your friend's father. And his three sons jump up.

With five people in the jeep, it's pretty cramped. Even though you're the smallest in the group, you all take up a lot of space in each other's shoulders. When the car parks in front of the gym in Sint-Andriesstraat, you breathe a sigh of relief. Because you can get out of the cramped car. And because you can literally smell the iron. The gym is just the way you like it, reduced to the essentials. And a good selection of nutritional supplements. Since the last real meal was way too long ago, you first get yourself a decent protein shake. And then jump rope for ten minutes to warm up. The wimps go on the cross trainer. Only your friend and his father follow your example. Fuck, your friend is really hot, but the thought of a threesome with his father makes you really horny.

It's really cool to learn from experienced bodybuilders. Your father-in-law gives you and your friend a lot of good tips. A lot of it would have helped you in the gym at the university in the States for sure. Shit, you guys could have been a lot bigger. Your friend and you pose in front of the mirror. You are really satisfied. But it goes even bigger. After two hours, the others have no more desire. But you would no longer fit together in a car anyway. "Ga je gang, ik heb nog een uur nodig en dan kom ik met de metro." you call out to them. You need another hour here.

After the workout you need a shake. And you talk a bit with a trainer. He thinks you have a good chance of turning pro. Maybe with an injection cycle. He has some good stuff. Your father-in-law takes it too. Okay, you already thought that. You don't get that big just with good nutrition and hard training. You answer in almost accent-free Dutch that you are thinking about it.

After the workout, just a quick check in the mirror before you put your sweaty tank top back on. Very clever not to take anything with you to change… But you like the picture in the mirror. The chain comes really nicely. Could have been a bit longer. If you develop as planned, it will be too tight on your neck… But now you have to let the air out of your intestines. The protein falls are one of the best parts of the workout.

But now off to the Maashaven stop and then home by train. Maybe you jog the last meters through the Zuiderpark. The sweatier you come home, the better.

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #male transformation #muscle transformation

[my-own-walker]

kit walker smut where they’re having an affair, or if you don’t write stuff like that, that’s okay :)

In A House That Isn't Mine

note: OOOOOH SPICY BITTTCCCCHHH YES!!! gotta make Y/N the cheater here tho bc kit is too kind to cheat...

summary: a disgruntled housewife, whose husband is likely already cheating on her, takes her sorrows to our very own kit walker (pre-asylum).

warnings: adultery/cheating/affair/whatever tf you wanna call it, sm*t duh,

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I was growing tired of nights spent alone. I held a cigarette in my teeth while lighting it and proceeded to take a long drag. From my seat at the dining room table, I watched the window. Headlights passed by sparingly, each one getting my hopes up. 9 pm. It seemed likely that my darling husband would not be returning home tonight.

I was married off in 1959 at the age of 20. It was pseudo-arrganed. In that, my father was friends with my husband-to-be's father. They were business partners, actually. His boy was shy of "boy" status, at 30 years old. His father worried for his unmarried child, and my father offered 19-year-old me up. How dandy.

Upon meeting Keith, I was swept away by his chivalry and coyness. He was my prince charming. My own girlish fantasies of being a wife and mothering children blinded me from what was truly happening. We married in the Spring, just after my twentieth birthday.

It wasn't even when the ring was finally slipped on my finger that things changed. It was when we began having fertility issues. Issues that, let's just say, were not my fault in the slightest. But, in his eyes, it was me that couldn't give him a child.

That was when the late nights began. The child in me that was excited to welcome my husband home, prepare his dinner, and kiss him goodnight was crushed. He increasingly spent nights away from our home in the two years we were married.

It was only fair that my eyes began to wander as well. I received no attention from my own husband, so I sought it elsewhere.

My car, bought for me by my father as a wedding present, had a small leak in the tire. As part of my daily chores, I went to go get it patched up at a local repair shop. My car was my only freedom from the hell I was living in.

The old man who answered the phone at the shop earlier in the day was not the man who greeted me when I arrived. Certainly not. This was a man my age, with soft golden curls and a lazy smile. He moved with confidence and had a piercing gaze that made my stomach flip.

He fixed my tire quickly and handed me his home phone number scribbled on a scrap of paper with a wink. Kit Walker, MElrose-3437. I assume he hadn't seen the wedding band on my finger.

It was a while before I gathered the courage to actually call this 'Kit' character. The receiver suddenly felt heavy in my hand, knowing I was doing something wrong, but it was another night in which Keith didn't care to come home from 'work.'

Seeing Kit became a regular thing. My being married was no problem for him. We fooled around whenever I felt lonely, which was essentially all the time.

And on this particular night, the feeling was too much to bear. Seeing the fifteenth car pass by with no sign of my husband, I stood and walked to the phone.

'Hello?' his low voice spoke over the line.

'Hi Kit,' I replied.

'Y/N,' he sighed. I could hear him smiling in his voice. 'How are ya?'

'Come over?' I asked, wasting no time.

'You sure I can?' he spoke lowly.

'Yes,' I uttered. I hung up the phone and rushed to the bedroom to make it presentable. If my husband saw it fit to lay in some other woman's bed, it was perfectly fine that Kit laid in ours.

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Kit arrived within the hour. He completely changed my perspective on life. The air felt lighter as soon as he entered the house. He smelled of tires and dry wood cologne. He wore a simple white t-shirt and motor-oil-stained jeans. He shut the door behind him with care and stepped further into the home, meeting me in the foyer.

'Hey beautiful,' he sighed, bringing me in for a kiss. I breathed him in. Light stubble scratched against my face as he held me tight.

I wore my flouncy floral pajama set that just barely covered my backside. The babydoll-style top was embellished with a blue satin bow, and beautiful puffed short sleeves. The shorts rode up slightly when I stretched my arms up to hold Kit tightly. It was only natural that his hands wandered downward.

‘I couldn’t wait to see you,’ I murmured into his lips. ‘It’s been too long.’ He pulled back and contorted his face.

‘Damn, it has been long, hasn’t it? Two weeks or so,’ he agreed. ‘I couldn’t wait to see you either.’ His tone turned darker as he turned his attention back to my lips.

‘Too long,��� I hummed. Kit continued to kiss me as I led the way through the foyer to the stairs. The dark wood creaked under our feet. The house was dim, with only the dining room and bedroom lights on. We ascended, lips still locked, fumbling with articles of clothing in the dark.

We arrived at my plush shared bedroom. Only my bedside lamp illuminated the space, giving it a warm pink glow. We, still locked in each other’s embrace, staggered onto the bed, knocking a picture frame off the wall. It fell onto the top of the headboard and pitched at an angle onto the floor. The glass shattered upon impact, the sound ringing out in the empty house.

I laughed up at Kit, who was positioned on top of me. He didn’t smile, though. Instead, he lurched off of me to go retrieve the broken picture. I watched as he flipped it over slowly, more glass falling out of it onto the carpet.

‘It’s your, uh, wedding photo,’ he coughed.

‘God dammit,’ I exclaimed. ‘I’ll have to get a new frame.’

‘Won’t he care?’ Kit muttered, looking up at me with concern on his brow.

‘Baby, I don’t think he’d notice if I died,’ I laughed. I stooped down onto the ground and began to help Kit pick pieces of glass out of the rug.

‘You looked so happy,’ he murmured, holding the photo. ‘With him.’

‘I suppose I was,’ I said nonchalantly, dragging the small waste bin from the corner of the room over to where the frame had broken. We both discarded the glass in our hands, Kit still holding the photo.

‘I can take that,’ I began, holding my hand out, ‘I’ll put it somewhere else.’

‘Do you still, uh, feel anything for him?’ Guilt was all over his face as he stared down at mine and Keith’s smiling faces.

'He doesn't even begin to interest me. Not even curiosity,’ I assured the curly-haired boy in front of me. I placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled the photo out of his hand with the other. ‘He could come home now and I wouldn’t even hide you.’

‘Y/N,’ he spoke.

‘I promise Kit Walker. Consider this picture an ancient relic. I only feel something for you,’ I continued. ‘He’s nothing to me.’

‘Y-you,’ he stammered, looking deep into my eyes. I grabbed his neck and pulled him in to kiss me again. He melted into my touch and embraced me fully, picking me up and tossing me onto the bed.

My pajama shorts were the first thing Kit tore off my body. The thin fabric slid down my legs with ease. To his surprise, I wasn’t wearing anything under them.

‘Shit, Y/N,’ he laughed, before tossing his own shirt to the side. ‘You’re too much.’ His fingers slid through my wet cunt’s folds before feeling their way directly onto my clit. I moaned sharply. He worked me to my core until I was nearly screaming. Then, he pulled away, resting back on his heels.

Having no time for teasing, I sat up to Kit’s level and hooked my arms around his neck, connecting my lips with his and guiding him roughly to a laying position. I straddled his legs and worked to unbutton his jeans. I tugged them rather ungracefully off his body and threw them aside.

His large erection was prominent, pitching his briefs up. I palmed the bulge, leaning over him to pepper kisses all over his skin. He whimpered and breathed heavily. I started at his collarbones, then worked down his stomach, taking my time as I reached the hem of his underpants. I slid his white briefs down his legs and watched his hard dick spring up.

I positioned myself atop his cock and started riding him, feeling his full length hit my middle. I arched my back in pleasure and felt Kit do the same. He continued to whimper and whine.

‘Oh, yes,’ he cried.

My cunt’s walls tightened around his massive length. I couldn’t help but yell out. Before no time, I succumbed to the waves of orgasm. Still riding him, though, I was determined to get him to finish.

Within a short time, Kit came inside me. I felt his hot load spill into me as he breathed raggedly. I moved off of him and flopped down onto my side, feeling the silken sheets on my skin. My head rested on his shoulder and my hand on his chest.

‘Fuck, Y/N,’ Kit breathed after a beat. ‘You are so divine.’

‘Just let me know when you’re ready to go again,’ I purred, propping myself up on my elbow.

‘Shit, let me get a cigarette first, woman,’ he laughed. I grabbed his face to attack him with kisses.

He surely helped me feel less alone.

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Idk what to say here so WAHHHHHHH

#evan peters #evan peters fic #ahs #evan peters x reader #evan peters x female reader #evan peters oneshot #kit walker #kit walker x reader #kit walker imagine #kit walker x female reader #kit walker smut #ahs asylum

[fearofgodessentialshoodie]

The other detail is that they do not require too many washes to stay sparkle, and most importantly, they seem cool. At essentials t shirts, we were given a prominent form of shirts for every male and female.

#essentials mens t shirts #essentials t-shirts #are essentials t shirts oversized #how do essentials t shirts fit #fear of god essentials 3-pack t-shirts #men's essentials t shirts

[watermelonlovershigh]

Can you write something about what it's like in the moments after sex with harry? like you two just laying there trying to collect yourselves and maybe some of what the aftercare consists of

AN: sure, here you go. enjoy!!!!

This story contains: talks and descriptions of sex, super fluffly

{ husbandrry - softrry - any era of your choice }

word count- 536

Things that happen in the moments after sex with your husband, Harry.

The moments after sex with your husband Harry are some of your favorite moments you share together. Just having came down from the highs of your orgasms, laying under the sheets, completely naked and sweaty. It's so intimate and somewhat relaxing.

Sometimes you'll request that Harry stays inside of you for a while longer. It can be a weird feeling because his cock is essentially getting smaller and smaller, though he's naturally big so it still fills you up, and the softness his dick becomes can feel like you have some sort of squish toy in your pussy.

Other times Harry will be forced to remove himself from your cunt because he's so sensitive and the aftershocks of your orgasm are making your vaginal walls occasionally contract and squeeze his softening penis.

You'll typically lay there, both of you breathing heavy, and needing as much physically contact as possible. Sometimes that is Harry laying directly on top of you, his head on your breasts, you having your arms around his back to hold him tight. Other times it could be you laying across his chest, face cozied up in his warm neck, with Harry's arms wrapped around your bare back, holding you close.

Then if you had sex in a more cuddled position, Harry will be spooning you from behind, your naked body fitting like a puzzle piece to the front of his. Or even you both facing each other, your top leg hooked over his thigh, your breast pressing into his glistening chest, your forehead against his collar bone, and Harry's hands lazily drawing shapes and lines down your soft back with his chin resting on the top of your head.

After you've cooled down and regulated your breathing, Harry will get up, after some light bickering on your end from not wanting him to leave you, and grab the necessities to perform aftercare on you. It doesn't matter if you had some slightly rougher sex or made love, aftercare is so important in his opinion.

Harry will grab you a bottle of water, a nutrition bar, a warm, damp cloth, and a fresh pair of panties. After coming back to you and wiping up the mess between your legs, he'll help you sit up and change into some underwear and sometimes a t-shirt, not always do you want to sleep in a shirt, then help feed you the snack and water.

The last thing Harry makes sure you do before sleep is use the toilet. If you really have to pee after sex, this step in the aftercare process will be done before the changing and snack eating. But he tries to wait until you've drank some of your water so you don't have to pee throughout the night.

Depending on how great the sex was, your legs can either be working or not working. If they are working you'll manage to walk yourself to the toilet. If they aren't working right, Harry will lift you off the bed and carry you to the toilet. After you've peed and wiped yourself, you make your way back into your shared bed where Harry will hold you close and you both will fall asleep in each others arms, no matter the position that may be.

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[sex-storytime]

Coming Together

I met Jeff when I was 23. It was late August and the thickest heat of the summer. We met at the park, chatting each other up about our dogs (who happened to look very similar to each other). Jeff caught my eye from the first moment I saw him. He was tall, dark, and handsome, as cliche as of a description as that is. The first time I saw him he was wearing a tank top and his shoulders and arms looked super tanned and strong. His arms are still one of my favorite parts about his body. He has a very classically handsome face with a defined jawline, thick and shiny dark brown hair, and sexy blue eyes that sometimes look green in a certain light. He's extremely fit and lean, with defined cut abs, and strong arms and shoulders that drive me wild. He has a deep voice that is commanding and sexy. After a week or two of playful flirting, he asked for my number and we made plans to go on a date.

We met that Sunday evening in front of my apartment to go for a walk along the river near our neighbourhood. It was a warm night and I debated about what I should wear for probably an hour before we met, but I ultimately decided on a thin white tank top tucked into a navy blue cotton mini-skirt and a pair of leather sandals. Underneath, I wore my favorite white lace bra that made my perky breasts feel full and lifted and a matching white lace thong. I had decided before we even left that I didn't want to sleep with him that night, since we were essentially strangers, but I couldn't resist the temptation to wear a matching set of lingerie since I always feel sexiest when I do.

When I went outside to meet Jeff, he was wearing a blue long sleeved sweater and a pair of shorts and loafers. I was again confronted with the sexy shape of his shoulders and arms, and he seemed taller than I remembered as I leaned up to hug him hello. We headed out for our walk and ended up strolling for about 3 hours--we were lost in conversation and had some really intense chemistry.

When we finally circled back to my apartment, I didn't want the night to end, but I wasn't ready to have sex with him yet. When we arrived, Jeff leaned in closer towards me, feeling the small of my back gently with his sturdy hands. I looked up at him and he asked if he could kiss me. As our lips met, I could feel myself getting wet and excited since I had spent the past 3 hours anticipating what his tongue would feel like against mine. We made out for a bit in front of my place and I finally got the chance to feel his arms and shoulders and they turned me on. My mind was racing thinking of how his body would feel underneath his sweater. The feeling of just my thin white tank top separating his hands from my skin was driving me wild.

He asked if I wanted to come over to his apartment and watch a movie, which I knew was code for sex. Reluctantly, aware of how tempting the situation I was about to be in would be, I decided to accept his offer. As we walked back to his place I continued to remind myself not to sleep with him yet.

We arrived within a few minutes to his place. The long walk and the late summer heat had left us both a little hot after the walk and he began to take off his blue sweater and change into a grey t-shirt. I turned away instinctively, feeling as though I couldn't look at his body yet--I knew seeing his strong arms and tight abs would make me wet with excitement and make sticking to my plan all the more difficult. He made a joke about me turning away when he changed. I know he wanted to catch me looking at his shirtless body.

We decided on a scary movie to watch. He turned it on and we sat close together on the couch, him with his muscular arm that I had grown so fond of over the evening around my shoulders. I don't think I payed a single moments attention to the movie...I was so fixated on the feeling of his warm skin touching mine.

My mind began to wander to the thought of what his cock looked and felt like. I could feel my pussy swelling as I tried to quell my thoughts, and I realized I was instinctively squirming...crossing and uncrossing my legs in an attempt to subdue my visceral bodily response to being physically close to him.

Before I knew it, he gently grabbed my chin and began to give me slow, deep kisses that left me overwhelmed with lust. His shoulders felt so tight and strong underneath his grey t-shirt (which happens to be my favorite thing for a man to wear--I find it so sexy), and before I knew it, I was straddling him.

Our kisses intensified as I felt his strong hands slowly slip under my skirt. I swirled my tongue slowly around his, feeling his shoulders as I slowly moved my hips around in a circular motion over his body. I could feel my clit engorging as his hands gently gripped my ass--one hand moving from one side to the next, and the other feeling up and down the side of my stomach, working his way up to my breast.

I was becoming so overcome with desire that I knew I had to stop things or I would lose all control and have sex with him, and despite our obvious physical chemistry, I still wasn't ready for that.

I told him that we should stop because I wasn't ready to sleep with him, and I slowly returned to the spot next to him. I glanced over to see the outline of his cock in his shorts...it was bulging so much and I felt overcome with the desire to unzip his shorts and take his cock in my mouth. I was desperate to see what it looked like and feel it in my hands, but I had to be patient.

We continued watching the movie, and I wasn't able to focus on anything besides the feeling of my thin lace thong soaking wet.

I decided it would be best for me to head home, as it was starting to get late and I was losing what little self-control I had left. I knew if I continued sitting next to him I would straddle him and slide his thick cock deep inside of my tight pussy in a matter of minutes.

We got up from the couch and began walking towards his kitchen. I leaned up against his kitchen counter, feeling the cold counter top against my ass through my thin skirt. I had a silly thought of how much I hated my skirt for separating me from Jeff's body the entire night. I wanted him so much. Waves of excitement coursed through entire body and I couldn't help myself...I had to keep kissing his full, sexy lips.

He pinned me further against the kitchen counter top, this time his kisses were deep and hard and I felt his hard cock pressing against my bare leg through his shorts. He reached his hands onto my perky breasts, slowly but firmly pulling them out of my thin, white tank top and white lace bra. He let out a moan of excitement as he saw my small, perfectly shaped nipples, hard and firm with desire. His tough strong hands felt so powerful cupping my soft breasts and my breathing became short. I let out soft moans of pleasure as he kissed up and down my neck. I felt his soft beard brushing against the curve of my neck and knew that my clit was completely engorged.

He lifted me onto the counter top effortlessly and I spread my legs as he pressed his pelvis towards me. I lifted his grey t-shirt over his head and marveled at his sculpted, gorgeous abs and arms. He was ridiculously sexy and I almost couldn't believe that I was here with him, desperate to feel my lips wrapped around his cock. I glanced at his bulging shorts to see how excited he felt when he suddenly lifted me up from the counter so that he was holding me, my thighs wrapped tightly around him.

Because he was holding me, my skirt was lifted up so all that was separating my wet little pussy and his fat hard cock was his shorts and my white lace thong, which was sopping wet at this point. I felt my breaths become rapid and short, and I let out little moans of delight as he began to thrust onto me as though he were fucking me right then and there. It felt so sexy to be so close to having his cock thrusting in and out of me. The teasing was driving me mad with desire, I felt incredibly turned on. I gripped his soft hair passionately and ran my fingers across his broad, sexy shoulders and down his back. I could feel his muscles gently moving underneath my fingers as his hands gripped my ass so firmly...I thought I was going to cum then and there.

By some insane sliver of self-control, I put our near-fucking make out session to an end. I told Jeff I just wasn't ready to sleep with him yet and that I should head home. We kissed goodbye and I embarked on the 5 minute walk back to my place.

My wet pussy was almost shaking with desire as I rushed home.

Finally there, I closed the door behind me and immediately kicked off my sandals and slipped out of soaking wet thong. I felt my right hand slip under my skirt and I gently felt my pussy lips, still swollen with desire. I brought my left hand to my mouth and sucked on my index and middle fingers, imagining the taste and feel of Jeffs thick hard cock between my lips.

I began to touch my engorged clit in a circular motion, going faster and pressing a little bit harder as I took my fingers in and out of my mouth. Feeling my lips around my fingers was just a fraction of how it would feel to take Jeff in my mouth and my awareness of the difference in the size of my fingers and the size of his massive cock was making me feel incredibly turned on. As I continued to rub my clit with more and more intensity, I let out soft moans of pleasure. I took my left hand from my lips, licking them in a swirling motion as I would on the tip of Jeff's cock, and pulled my breasts from my shirt and bra, feeling the cold wetness from the fingers I was sucking on my breasts. My nipples were hard and I gripped my left tit hard as my clit became more and more engorged.

Leaning back against the door, I was circling my clit like mad. I moved my other hand down to my dripping wet pussy, and slowly began to enter my fingers inside.

Teasing myself, I put them in just a tiny bit until I was begging for it in my mind. As I inserted my two fingers fully into my wet pussy, I let out a moan and a whisper, "Jeff..."

He was all I could think about...imagining his hard cock and his sexy shoulders was making me so aroused. The inside of my pussy felt so fucking tight around my fingers and I thrust them in and out faster and faster, as my other hand continued to circle around my pulsating clit. As my moans grew and my pussy began to drip my juices over my hands, I felt myself on the precipice of cumming.

With my fingers as deep as possible inside me, my other hand was rubbing my clit harder and harder and finally, I came so hard my knees were shaking. I couldn't wait to feel Jeff's cock inside of me.

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For the next week I couldn't keep my mind off of him. Each time my phone buzzed I hoped it would be him asking to see me again. After a few days without hearing from him, I dramatically decided that it was over. He was probably disinterested in how big of a tease I had been the other night.

That afternoon, I took my dog for a walk in the park and ran into Jeff. I saw him from a few steps away and my heart began to pound in my chest. He looked somehow more handsome than I remembered and I was so nervous to see him since I had made up in my mind that he wasn't interested.

As I approached him, he looked at me and smiled. I instantly felt more at ease. We spent a few minutes catching up on what we'd been up to in the past week. While he was talking, I glanced across his shoulders from left to right and was overcome with the memory of how it felt to have my thighs wrapped around him. I felt my pussy softly pulse at the thought. I needed him inside of me.

After what turned out to be an hour long conversation, he asked me on another date for the following day. I felt both relieved and nervous at the prospect of kissing him again.

At that point, I still wanted to wait to get to know him better before sleeping with him. I let this guide me when choosing what to wear this time, deciding that a skirt or dress created way too much temptation for me last time. For this date, I went with a pair of skin tight jeans that made my round ass look amazing, a dark blue low cut top, and a matching set of black lace lingerie.

As with our first date, he came to pick me up and we set off for an evening stroll through Soho.

As we strolled along, his charming personality continued to impress me. At one point on a crowded street, he put his hand on the small of my back to gesture me forward through the crowd. As I felt his hand on my lower back, I instantly decided that I wanted him to fuck me that night. I couldn't wait any longer and I didn't know if I'd have another chance.

We strolled and chatted for probably another two hours, finally ending up back in our neighborhood. I asked if he wanted to come up and he obliged. As we walked through my building door I began to feel extremely nervous but also aroused and excited at the thought of taking his cock in my mouth so soon.

We entered the elevator, and as the doors shut, I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and began kissing him hard.

Our lips pressed together and I felt a wave of intensity course through me as I ran my hands through his soft hair. He gently wrapped his strong hands around my waist, moving slowly to caress my ass over my skin-tight jeans. Suddenly, he pushed me back to the other wall of the elevator, pinning my hands above my head as our kissing intensified. I felt his tongue swirling gently around mine and the force of his body pushing me against the wall, and feeling his hard cock on my leg from under his pants, made me immediately wet.

The elevator door opened on my floor, and I grabbed his hand and hurriedly led him to my apartment. Once inside, our kissing commenced and we made our way to my bedroom. As soon as we were there, Jeff began to put soft, slow kisses along my neck. I let out a gentle moan of pleasure as he kissed me right below my ear lobe. I could feel my pussy pulsating.

As he kissed my neck, I felt his hands slowly inch their way below my shirt, making their way up. He slowly lifted my shirt off and began to move his kisses down my torso. Feeling his soft lips against the skin below my belly-button was making me so aroused. As he kissed my stomach, I moved my fingers through his hair--I couldn't get enough of it.

He stood back up and passionately held my face in his hands as he kissed me hard and fast, my breath getting quicker and my soft moans becoming more frequent.

Quickly, he pushed me onto the bed and started unbuttoning my tight jeans. I felt so overcome with arousal that I was becoming impatient...I glanced at his bulging cock through his pants as he pulled mine off, revealing my black lace thong. "Fuck..." he said softly.

He began planting small gentle kisses on my pussy over my thong, he could feel how wet I was. I let out a soft moan that turned me on even more and I could feel my pussy pulsing for Jeff's cock. I needed him inside of me.

He moved my thong over to one side to reveal my engorged clit and wet pussy lips and he softly traced his tongue up and down my lips. I felt my hands tighten to grab the bedsheets as he teased me with his tongue for a bit longer. I couldn't help myself and I grabbed my tits, revealing my nipples from the black lace. I squeezed them hard and he glanced up at me. We made intense eye contact and he let out a sexy groan that drove me wild.

He swirled his tongue around my clit very slowly, and I felt it becoming more and more engorged when he spat on it and entered one finger inside of me. I moaned "Fuck..." as he began to thrust his finger in and out of me...slowly at first, then faster and faster in sync with my breaths.

"Take off your bra," he said in his deep sexy voice. It was commanding and assertive, and I couldn't wait to hear what else he would demand me to do.

I unhooked my bra and felt his hand move up and grab one of my nipples, his other still thrusting in and out of my wet pussy. I could feel myself on the verge of cumming, I was so stimulated by him eating me out and the excitement of what was to come. As he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of me, now using two of them, and swirl his tongue around my clit, faster and faster, I was almost there...

"You're gonna make me cum..." I whispered between moans.

He began to move his tongue even faster and it sent me completely over the edge. I felt my entire pussy shake as I came.

He looked up at me and said "Good girl." I was so turned on by him saying that. I thought I needed him inside of me before but now I was desperate to feel his cock.

I pulled myself up to him and grabbed his face, guiding his mouth to mine. I kissed him long and hard while I moved my hands underneath his shirt to pull it off. His body was ridiculous--his abs so tight and his arms so sculpted, just looking at him turned me on. I began to kiss his chest slowly as I worked my way down to his pants. As I hurriedly unhooked his belt, I looked up to meet his eyes.

Keeping eye contact, I pulled his fat cock out of his pants. It felt so thick and hard in my soft hand. I glanced down at it and could see a drop of pre-cum forming at the tip and I slowly dribbled my saliva over the tip and moved my head down to swirl my tongue very slowly around the tip of his cock.

With one hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock, I took him in my mouth slowly--I could barely fit half of him in my mouth at a time because his cock was so big and I felt incredibly turned on by my awareness of his size. I switched between thrusting his cock in my mouth quickly and swirling my tongue and teasing him slowly up and down. He let out moans of excitement and I looked up at him.

"I want your cock inside of me," I told him.

Quickly and assertively, Jeff stood up and pushed me forcefully onto the bed. He spread my legs out on the bed and pulled my thong off. I looked down at my pussy and could see my juices all over my lips. I bit my lip as he began to slowly rub the tip of his cock over my engorged clit.

"Babe..." I said softly, "Fuck me, please..."

He looked me in the eyes and began to put the tip of his cock in, but stopped there. I was panting. I felt so overwhelmed by the desire to feel him inside of me.

"Please" I whispered.

He inserted his entire cock inside of me and then immediately pulled it back out so only the tip was in again.

"Fuck..."

I was going to explode. My pussy was so fucking wet, I couldn't contain myself.

"Fuck me, Jeff. Please..." My breaths short, dispersed with soft sighs of pleasure and excitement.

He inserted his entire cock inside again, and did the same thing--immediately pulled back so only the tip remained. I was going to go mad. I felt so incredibly turned on as I looked at the vein in his fat cock and my swollen pussy lips wrapped tightly around his tip.

"Please Jeff, please fuck me..." I said loudly.

He let out a moan and suddenly began fucking me hard and fast as I screamed with pleasure.

He held both of my legs up as he fucked me fast and deep. It felt so incredible to finally have his cock inside of me.

Watching the muscles in his abs and arms slowly move as he fucked me was driving me wild. I could feel my pussy becoming wetter with each thrust.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

I did what he asked and he spat in my mouth. It was unbelievably hot to have him control me like that. I felt my pussy grip his cock tighter as his saliva covered my mouth and lips.

He began to slowly kiss along my calf and ankle, making his way towards my foot. He gently kissed my manicured toes.

"Oh my god..." I moaned softly. "...Babe...You're going to make me cum again…"

His cock was so deep inside of my tight pussy and I felt myself so close to cumming again. The buildup made me so horny I couldn't believe I was able to cum so quickly.

As he thrust his cock in my pussy faster and harder each time, I pressed my fingers into his back as I came so slowly. It felt unbelievable. It felt like I was completely in control and completely out of control at the same time. It felt like I came for an eternity.

As my grip on his back loosened and my body became relaxed, he flipped my legs over and said, "I want to see that pretty little ass."

I was practically shaking from the orgasm and his words made me so aroused again. I quickly turned over and got into doggy style, wanting to please him. I would've done anything he asked. I wanted him to boss me around.

He slowly pressed his fingers around my asshole, eventually moving his tongue to doing the same thing.

"Ooh...good girl," He said as he began to very slowly insert his finger inside of me. I felt my pussy shake. I slowly moved one of my hands towards my clit and began circling it.

"Good girl, rub your clit for me..." He said. I was insanely turned on. He began to finger me a little faster and said, "Do you think you can take two fingers?"

"...Yes, babe" I said between moans.

"You think you can take it?" He said again assertively.

He slowly inserted both fingers and I felt my pussy drip. "Fuck, baby...." I said.

As he moved his fingers in and out slowly, getting a little bit faster with each thrust, he began to insert his cock inside my pussy. It felt so incredibly arousing to have his fat cock inside of my pussy and two of his fingers in my little ass.

"I can't wait to take your cock in my ass one day," I told him.

He moaned as he began to force his cock in my pussy faster and faster, moving in synch with his fingers. "That feels so good..." I told him.

We both were breathing quickly and gently moaning. I was still gently circling my clit--the feeling of having all three stimulations, my clit, my pussy, and my asshole, was unbelievable. I had never experienced anything like this before, and I knew I was getting close to cumming again. I knew this time would be intense because he was hitting my G spot perfectly in this position, and I felt like I was going to have a clitoral orgasm too.

As he thrust harder and harder, and I rubbed my clit in unison, I let out deep moans.

"Uh...Uh....Jeff.....I'm cumming.....Uh......"

"Fuck...I'm gonna cum," He said.

"Jeff...." I screamed.

In that perfect moment, I felt his hot spurting seed fill my pussy at the exact moment that I came.

I came so hard--harder than the other two times combined. I felt my legs shake and my pussy pulse as I came for what felt like an eternity.

We both dropped to the bed, exhausted with pleasure.

#rachel #fucking #her perspective #her pov #first love #first time #unprotected sex #sextacy

[humiliatingsluts]

The Good Neighbour: Part 1

Simon was moved in to his new home, at last. The day had been a nightmare: the van he booked was cancelled, he had gotten lost on the way, and he still wasn't sure where essentials like underwear or his toothbrush were amongst all the boxes. But, everything was in his new house, and there was a chair and a bed for him to sit and to sleep. All he had the energy to do was put sheets on the bed, and pass out.

The next morning, he began the unpacking. Within a couple of hours, he was sweating and his t-shirt was nearly soaked through. He was also hungry. The only food he had brought was a packet of biscuits, which had lasted barely an hour. He decided that rather than shopping, he'd introduce himself to his neighbours. He walked outside and down the street to the house next door. As he approached, he looked through the window and saw movement behind the slatted blinds.

Suddenly he realised: it was a woman masturbating. She was sitting on her sofa, wearing a dressing gown that was open to display her entire naked body. She was in her fifties, and Simon couldn't stop himself staring at her. She was curvy but clearly fit, and each time she humped against her hand he felt his cock harden. She had a tattoo on her thigh but he couldn't make out what it was. Simon was only twenty-three: he had never been with a woman any older than he was. She had her eyes closed, and Simon couldn't resist watching her fuck herself and grope her tits. He suddenly realised that he had walked all the way to the front door and would be obvious the moment she opened her eyes. He tore his eyes away and knocked loudly. He resisted turning to see the reaction he drew, and waited nervously.

She opened the door wearing only the robe and looking slightly flushed. She smiled at him. "Hi" he managed, "My name is Simon and I've just moved in next door. I'm wondering if I could borrow some bread or something, just until I get unpacked?"

"Hi Simon, I'm Lauren, number eleven I guess? Of course you can, in fact I've got some leftovers if you'd like to eat, do you like bolognese? Come on in." Simon didn't need asked twice, and followed her inside. She lead him to the kitchen and started microwaving some spaghetti. "Where have you moved from?" she asked, and they both started chatting about their lives. Lauren had lived here for over twenty years with her husband. Simon felt guilty at having watched a married woman fuck herself. But if she realised she'd been caught, she didn't show it. Eventually they both sat down at the table to a plate of food. Simon ate it as fast as he could, now starving.

When he looked up from his meal, he realised Lauren was sitting back in her chair, with her gown now half open and her tits completely out. She smiled at his shock, and casually teased her nipples. Simon could only stare at her, his cock getting hard again. She stood up, letting her gown fall open, and walked over, taking his plate away. "My husband is out at work all day during the week, you know." Simon couldn't even reply and she casually put the dishes in the sink and turned back to him.

"You can look, but not touch. Well, not touch me." she giggled and Simon realised she was starting at the bulge of his cock, clearly visible through his sweat pants. He watched in disbelief as she started rubbing her cunt again, this time walking towards him until she was barely a metre from him. She started moaning his name and fucking herself fast with two fingers, and Simon started rubbing his cock through the sweat pants. He had never been so turned on.

He realised what he wanted to see, and managed to speak, surprising himself with how commanding his voice sounded. "Turn around and bend over." Lauren seemed surprised, but she shook off the gown and did as she was told. She spread her asshole and pussy and started fingering even faster. He had his cock out now and jerked off, getting closer and closer to cumming. Lauren was too, and her moans were driving him crazy. He groaned another command, "Come watch me cum." and Lauren turned around and knelt by his feet. He wasn't brave enough to try to cum on her, but he shook in pleasure as he sprayed cum across his stomach and chest, staring at the naked woman who was arching to make sure he could see her ass and tits while he came.

She smirked, "Thank you Simon, I liked making you cum." He panted and could only manage,

"Fuck, me too"

"Any time you need a little help, I'm just next door. It'll be nice having someone around for company." She took some kitchen roll and offered it to him. He cleaned up and took the hint, leaving her house in a daze. She stayed naked as she sent him away, proudly standing at the door despite all the other houses nearby. He returned home and found himself too horny to manage nearly as much unpacking as expected. Later, he spotted her husband arriving home. He told himself he must know what his wife was doing. That evening he jerked off to the thought of her body displayed for him and passed out immediately.

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It's Kawaii~Chan time

I am gonna ramble about my rewrite so yknow, enter the theater with caution

I just wanna start off by saying I renamed her to Hanami, which is the Japanese word for flowers viewing, more specifically viewing cherry blossoms. I figured this fit her more "cutesy" design as well as her usually pink and white color pallette. Also excuse me if they look bad, these were made a bit ago and I, for some reason, decided it'd be best to use the mirror tool the entire time

So, for her Phoenix Drop High uniform I just redesigned the uniform and gave her the same every girl will have. I changed it to have a blazer and a longer skirt like actual school uniforms in America although I kept the socks, loafers, and bow because those all fit, I'm just also giving everyone the same pair of socks.

Her season 1 outfit has been drastically changed. I decided I wanted her to have a more lolita-esque style instead of just vaguely cute, and let's all be real here, her season 1 outfit sucked. So, I gave her a longer, puffier skirt, a shit ton of ruffles, and some cute gloves. I think now is also the time to have a little fun fact section about meif'was. Their nails and hair grow faster than humans, with their nails growing than both humans and werewolves. That's why Hanami has long nails and freakishly long hair

Next up is her adorable Love~Love Paradise outfit. I'm actually super happy with how it turned out and I'm in love with her little buns. Her bathing suit with all its ruffles was made up by me :D

Her Lover's Lane outfit is the one that went the most unchanged because it's honestly my favorite outfit of her's. It just looks the most visually appealing with the addition of dark pink being a primary color. I just changed the dress up a bit with the neckline and added ruffles

Starlight is honestly my favorite. There's just something about color block clothes that itches a scratch in my brain. The giant bow and see-through ruffles also added a lot. You cannot thank me though, I took this design from someone else's swimsuit. Her nails changing for the first time since season 1 and now having blue with the pink is also a nice nod to how she opens up to Zane about not really being herself

When Angels Fall. Oh God, When Angels Fall. I fucking *hate* their "disguises" in When Angels Fall. Buy I'll get into that later, right now, it's just Hanami. I didn't like her outfit much because she had literally never worn pants in the series before and to just suddenly toss her in a pair of jeans and t-shirt? Like it's supposed to show how drap everything is but why would she just have a t-shirt and jeans packed?? Starlight is an island resort and theme park, so most people will be wearing bathing suits, much more breathable fabrics than *jeans* and Starlight merch. That's why I gave her a different bathing suit bottom and a Starlight shirt. It's the least you can do when you're the most visually distinct character. She also is covered in bandages because cats, when stressed, will over groom and can injure themselves. So Hanami picks and scratches at her skin often due to stress so she has very chipped nail polish and is covered in bandages. Also she cut her hair (sad violin noises)

Her final outfit is for my "season 7". Jess hasn't made it but I want to eventually tie up my rewrite, so I'm making one. Me and my girlfriend refer to it as the "epilogue" although it's not really an epilogue, she just called it that once and I can't think of a better name. I gave her essentially a mix of her season 1 and Lover's Lane outfits because why not

Now that her designs are done I get to infodump about her personality (hehe)

She's basically the same as Kawaii~Chan, but I make her a better person. She doesn't manipulate Aphmau into joined her bakesale! She also tones down a lot, so while she still struggles with boundaries, especially when it comes to shipping, she doesn't have a fucking shipping shrine in her basement. She's also autistic in my rewrite, so her not getting boundaries, baking being her special interest, and her masking her behavior to fit what she thinks people want/expect of her all comes from that. Will I maybe end up projecting on her? With the shipping stuff yeah, but only because Aphmau and Kawaii~Chan made me think shipping people together until they stopped being friends with you was normal

So thats it, the exit to the theater is on the right, make sure to throw your trash away on the way out. Have a good day

#aphmau #aphblr #aphmau mystreet #aphmau rewrite #aphverse #aphmau fanart #aphmau kawaii~chan #aphmau phoenix drop high

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“well what does butch and femme even mean!!”

butch = complete rejection of femininity, and reclamation of masculinity (as a woman or nonbinary lesbian) to solely attract other women/sapphics.

femme = subversion and reclamation of femininity (as a woman or nonbinary lesbian) to solely attract other women/sapphics

These two identities are gender nonconforming due to the fact that womanhood itself is defined as a compliment to manhood. Historically, womanhood was only considered to serve men. Lack of attraction to men has oftentimes defined lesbians as “failed women”. For example, you can see this in how medical gatekeeping forces trans women to have to perform hyperfemininity and heterosexuality in order to receive access to transition care because those standards were considered the defining features of womanhood. This gatekeeping was significantly more widespread in the past (and I hesitate to say if that’s gone away in the present).

Butch and femme are two sides of the same coin. Counterparts. They are nouns, complete identities, not just descriptions. Butches protect femmes, femmes protect butches. They are also not mandatory or required to be a lesbian, so it’s not necessary to fit into either category. They are not “another gender binary.”

Butches are not “basically men” and they do not benefit from masculinity. Femme does not inherently mean hyper feminine, and it does not require performing patriarchally imposed expressions of femininity (such as wearing make-up, shaving, only wearing dresses). Butches and femmes are still butches and femmes even when wearing plain t-shirts and pants some days. It’s not an outfit to take on and off.

“Futch” does not exist as a material identity because butch means a strict rejection of femininity, while femme is a subversion of femininity. There are also roles that are considered with butch and femme, while futch does not have anything of the sort. “Futch” = neither, essentially.

This post is meant to be simple to get the basic idea across, as there’s more aspects to butch/femme culture that I didn’t go over. Butch and femme also involves specific behaviors in relation to courtship, roles, or protection of each other. You can read stone butch blues to get a better idea of that aspect as a starting point. That’s all! 👋

#lesbiansafe #lesbian #butch #femme #ok to rb ! #i didnt go into my personal experiences as a femme #but my nonbinarism and femmeness feels like the result of ‘failed woman’ a lot of the time #i cant go super deep into lesbian bar culture and I mainly wanted to explain the dynamics of modern butches n femme