#NEW PROFILE PICS FROM HIS NEW COMPANY

[creschendos]

[#첸] NEW PROFILE ⠀ #CHEN #INB100 #아이앤비100

#exo #chen #cbx #inb100 #official #favorite #AHHHHHH!!! #NEW PROFILE PICS FROM HIS NEW COMPANY #SO HANDSOME

[httpdollie]

OBSESSIVE FANBOY! GETO SUGURU X IDOL! READER HC

contents warning: nsfw/dark content, yandere and stalking, manipulation, manager! geto, perv! geto. Public sex, recording, breeding kink

18+ content, minors dni and ageless blogs will be blocked

nsfw taglist and requests are open

— GETO SUGURU

Fanboy! Geto who is the most subtle and successful out of all the other fanboys

Fanboy! Geto has stanned you since predebut, he was infatuated with your y2k aesthetic especially how well you suited it

Fanboy! Geto who tells his friends he “only likes your music” and your group has good vocals but make a point to let his friends know you’re his bias

Fanboy! Geto who has a private account on twitter with zero followers he has just retweet all of ur pics and videos

Fanboy! Geto who watches all your vlogs, and has seen every season of your variety show, falling in love with you personality and weird humor but also cause he thought you were hot)

Fanboy! Geto who has every single version of your groups albums, selling all other pcs of your groups members/ trading them for your photocards

Fanboy! Geto who spends thousands and thousands of dollars on his addiction, not even caring because he feels like it was money well spent

Fanboy! Geto who attends every single concert and is front row with a mask and his hair in a bun, but never attends fanmeets up close, thinking the close proximity to you would make him too nervous to say anything

Fanboy! Geto who meets you in cafe purely on accident, you bumped into him, spilling your iced coffee all over him, profusely apologizing and offering to pay for his shirt and he reassured you on how it’s completely before he almost instinctively made an excuse to leave cause being near you made his heartbeat too fast, the interactions leaving him completely smitten over you

Fanboy! Geto who’s admiration for you completely changed after that meeting, sparking some thing inside him he never though he’d feel before, love, he was immediately enamoured

Fanboy! Geto who follows behind your car, just once, to make sure you get one safe

Fanboy! Geto who’s visits the cafes and food you recommend when you travel

Fanboy! Geto who always take double takes when he sees girls that look like you, then openly frowning at them when he realizes it’s not you

Fanboy! Geto who’s a delulu stan and felt like you were talking about him specifically when you were asked what your type is and you said “Guys with long dark hair,” after that he was sure you would love him like he did you

Fanboy! Geto who sends a love confession as fanmail but never signs it cause he thinks it’s his personal way of getting his feelings out so he can move on but can’t help but get annoyed whenever he overhears someone say they’re a big fan of yours

Fanboy! Geto was in so much distress when he found out your company was mistreating your group, especially for not ensuring your safety and not paying you, which lead to it disbanded shortly after

Fanboy! Geto who follows your social media’s closely, watching to see if you’re going to debut again because he’s been a loyal fan so long as wasn’t going to stop now

Fanboy! Geto who hates all other kpop groups because none of them are as good as yours in his eyes

Fanboy! Geto who has anonymously doxxed your anti’s before for sending hate/threats

Fanboy! Geto who worries for your safety cause you don’t have a company to protect you so he takes it upon himself to follow you home (from a distance, of course) saying he’s only making sure bad fans don’t hurt you… because you were his

Fanboy! Geto who calls in a couple favours to pull the new manager job for your trio debut once you announced what company you joined on twitter in the reply section of your profile…

Fanboy! Geto who acts super nonchalant about his job but he, gojo and nanami go absolutely crazy in their gc (that’s obviously on his personal phone not his business one)

Fanboy! Geto who’s so happy about the gap between fan and idol has closed, now your just his

Fanboy! Geto who intimidates people so he can push for your group to lean into being more sexy now that he can have a say

Fanboy! Geto who favours you in your trio but keeps it subtle by giving you gifts through the form of food and clothes and saying he’s just trying to take care of his star

Fanboy! Geto who never tell you about his obsession, no matter what

Fanboy! Geto who takes pics of you bending over in tiny little skirts, or pics of you leaning over with your chest pressed together and jerk’s off to them later

Fanboy! Geto who pushes for more sexy dances and for you to be the center, saying it’s for fan service and cause you’re the most popular but in reality he just wants to see you dance like a whore in skimpy clothes

Fanboy! Geto who compliments you everyday, his sweet yet nonchalant demeanour making your cheeks feel ablaze as his never ending comments making you practically swoon over him, just the way he wanted you to

Fanboy! Geto who loves your little crush on him, teasing you endlessly, watching you pout whenever he tells you he’s going out with someone (which is so obviously a lie but you believe it)

Fanboy! Geto who teases you when you two are alone about how cute and sexy you are, laying in your bed comfortably while you try on the new clothes he buys you and spinning around for him, not knowing he’s rubbing his cock under the blanket

Fanboy! Geto who has to practically go fuck his fist in the bathroom after you have dance practice, every single time

Fanboy! Geto who has gets you alone before asking you out, watching you get all nervous as he confronts you about your crush and he cock twitched when you confirmed you liked him, someone about how you had no idea what he did to get here, really turned him on right now, he loved your naïveté 

Fanboy! Geto who asks you out but says you have to keep it lowkey because your fans will get jealous.

Fanboy! Geto who’s so happy he worked hard to meet you cause you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him

Fanboy! Geto who’s into public play, and teases you under the table all the time, pushes you into bathrooms to play with you or gropes you from behind when people aren’t looking

“What would your fans think know their little songbird likes having her pussy stuffed with my cock all the time, mmh?” He whispered into your ear, slamming into your wet cunt from behind with your dress lifted over your ass. “Come on dove, use your words for me now.”

“Yes— ah fuck!” You say biting you lip trying to stifle you moan.

“Don’t hide that pretty smile baby, your on camera.” He said cheekily, slowing his thrusts but making them harder and harder with each one while he fucks you in front of his phone in the bathroom stall of a high end restaurant.

Fanboy! Geto who tells you all the time about how pretty you look when he fucks you on camera, sometimes watching it back with you while he plays with your pussy, trying to see how long it’ll take for you to become overstimulated

Fanboy! Geto who nearly cums in his pants when you tell him you wanna try it raw but he needs to pull out cause you’re not on birth control

Fanboy! Geto who’s so in love with you as you are him that you’d never suspected anything from him

“Aww come on, you look so fucked out already…” He teases, rubbing your over sensitive clit and watching you squirm while he watches you ride his cock, you movements slowing as your legs become weak. He grabs your ass, giving it a squeeze before he starts making his hips meet yours. He watches your face confront with pleasure before he switches positions with you, you now laying on the bed, but on your stomach. He pushes his thick tip inside you, teasing your hole before giving in, thrusting into you hard but slowly

“Fuck, you feel so tight!” He groaned as his paces quickens. “Want my cum in you? Huh say it pretty girl.” He continued his assault on your pussy, one hand on your hip and the other gripping hair. You babble incoherently you pathetically nod. Making him pull out completely . “Come one songbird, let’s hear you.” He coos at you.

“Need your cum in me please Sugu’…” You whine you, looking back at him. Feeling both his hands on your hips now, he rubs his cock along your puffy cunt, before slamming deep into you, making your toes curl.

All you can hear are your moans and whimpers along with the sound of skin smacking into each other. He gave you kisses along your back before he held you down, balls twitching has he emptied his load in you. Watching to squirm as he fills you up before slowly pulling out. Watching his cum leak out of your pussy.

“I think it’s time you guys had a hiatus anyways huh? We can have alone time?”

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#— dolly writes #— dolly’s dark thoughts 💭 #jjk smut #geto suguru smut #jjk x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru #getou smut #geto smut #suguru geto x y/n #geto x reader #getou suguru x reader #getou suguru smut

[httpswritings]

@alexiaps94 has liked your profile — Alexia Putellas x Reader

Word count: around 648

Warnings: none

Summary: You and Alexia match on an exclusive dating app.

“@alexiaps94 has liked your profile”

That was first notification you saw when you first checked your phone in the morning, still half asleep.

Some days ago, you signed up on Like.ly, an app similar to Tinder but extremely exclusive. The app was directed to wealthy people and reputed celebrities. You had to e-mail the company and wait if they accepted you on the company. If you were, you had to go through an interview where they'll ask you all types of questions, as the company itself would look for some potential matches to get you started. They did not succeed to your liking. They matched you with all sort of celebrities, but nobody properly caught your eye. 

You weren't a football fan, but you knew who Alexia was because of the expectation she woke up when she won her second Ballon D'Or and when Spain won the World Cup, as the press talked non-stop about the different problems with the federation, especially about the incident during the final. 

You clicked on her profile. Her profile pic was a picture with her dog, Nala. She had more pictures uploaded; you could see her with her family, her friends, her team and by herself. You scrolled down to the “About Me” paragraph.

“Hi! My name is Alexia. I like playing football, spending time with my family and learning new things. 😃”

“Cute”, you thought. You hesitated about what your next move should be. You liked her profile but decided to not write her yet. 

“Hi. I saw your profile some days ago and you seem lovely. I'd love to hear from you”. You hated the way you wrote that text. “Y/N, you want to get to know her as a friend, maybe as something more, this is not a business meeting”, you said to yourself. Your text was fine, you were only overreacting. If you knew they way Alexia reacted to your text, you'd feel more than accomplished with yourself.

“Hi, Y/N. Thank you! You seem really lovely too. I'm seeing that you have four cats! Wow, that's some good company. I think a get along better with dogs because I've been around them my whole life, but the cat life sounds fun too. 😸”

You chuckled as you read her message. “She's indeed very lovely”, you thought. 

“Yeah, so damn crazy, but it's quite fun😸😹” You had never used those emojis. Weird. Adorable but weird.

As you kept talking during the week with Alexia, you got to know her better. She told you about the passing of her dog, Nala, and how bad that affected her. You told each other about your life: family, friends, place of work. She even taught you a little bit of football, and you were so entertained you couldn't quite believe it, as you never showed any interested in football except for some random matches of the men's world cup. You started to educate yourself in women's football.

“Can I call you?”, was the message you received from her on a Saturday night. You had spent the whole day rotting on your sofa and talking to Alexia until your eyes started to feel really heavy. As she called you, and you responded, you started to breath uncontrollably rapid but at the same time, you felt so comfortable listening to her. Alexia's voice was soft, and her laugh sounded so delicate, you felt butterflies in your stomach every time you made her laugh.

“It was nice talking to you, Ale, but we both need some rest, especially you. You have training tomorrow.”

“... I liked hearing you calling me Ale”

“I like hearing you, Ale.”

“God, are you always this flirty?”

“Not in person. I'll have to be a little bit tougher when I'll have you in front of me.”

“No, don't be. I'm pretty sure I'd love the timid version of you. I can't wait to see it.”

#alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #woso #woso imagine #woso x reader

[justagirlwholikesadam]

Pornstar! Sandor - Headcanons

not my pics

Warning: big hairy man, mention of twitter, porn star, reader is female, masturbating, use of sex toy, people being thirsty online, voice making people cum, big dick Sandor.

A/n: I want him so bad. Depending on the feedback, I might do a second part, including the reader. Enjoy-L

Pornstar! Sandor goes by the name The Hound and is only online. He never shows his face, only his body. The people who knew him, knows why. 

Pornstar! Sandor has a following of 1.2 million people on Twitter. They are all infatuated by his big body and big hands. The comments on his page are filled with people asking him to destroy them with his 8.5in dick. They ask him to choke them with his big hands. 

Pornstar! Sandor has a big and strong chest that’s covered with dark coarse hairs, it tracks all the way down to his belly and hits the jackpot below, between his legs. 

Pornstar! Sandor is a lumberjack on his days off when he’s not jacking off in front of millions. He doesn’t cum for days until he records a new video. He gives with the people want and they want to see him blow a huge load. 

Pornstar! Sandor sometimes does videos with only his voice! His voice is deep and rough. “Touch that fuckin cunt for me, little bird.” He even throws some for the guys too and they become feral for him even more. They want a big hairy daddy. “Open your ass boy, let me see that hole.” He groans and moans drives the people crazy.

Pornstar! Sandor has videos of him using a pussy sleeve, his followers get jealous when he fills the toy up with his cum. He even shows it to the camera, showing his audience his thick and white cum dripping from the abused hole of the toy. 

Pornstar! Sandor's profile picture on Twitter is of him sitting on his dark green couch, with his legs spread wide. He’s manspreading and his flaccid cock is hanging between his legs. His thick arms are crossed over his hairy chest and his beard is long enough that it can be seen in the picture. 

Pornstar! Sandor is his own boss, he has had offers to tons of companies in the porn industry. He wants to be on his own, dealing with his own money and creating content when he wants to. Plus he didn’t want to deal with anyone because of his scarred and burned face. 

Pornstar! Sandor rarely looks at his DMs, mostly because it’s just messages of people wanting to fuck him and tell him how hot he is. He just shakes his head because they won’t say it once they see his face. 

Pornstar! Sandor is in bed, he can’t go to sleep so he decides to go on Twitter and look at his DMs. Scrolling a few messages he stops when he sees a message. It’s not too sexual but a simple, “Hello, The Hound. I hope you have an amazing day today as always thank you for uploading today's new video. I always finish with a smile on my face.” 

Pornstar! Sandor clicks on your profile and he bites his bottom lip when he sees your picture. You are a sight for sore eyes, a pretty thing. Your smile and your eyes, he’s looking at the top you’re wearing. He looks at your page to see other pictures of you. He’s breathing heavily as he continues to scroll on your page. 

Pornstar! Sandor glances over to look at his clock on the nightstand by his bed. It’s 3am and he wonders if you are awake or even in the same time zone as him. He clicks on the little envelope across your profile picture. 

Pornstar! Sandor hits send when he writes back to you and goes back to your page. All he can do is wait, right? Nah, he’s already naked, that’s how he sleeps. He grabs his cock with his right hand as he uses your picture to get off. 

#sandor clegane #sandor clegane x reader #sandor clegane fanfic #games of thrones #sandor the hound clegane #games of thrones fanfiction #rory mccann #sandor clegane au #sandor clegane headcanon #got the hound #the hound

[scaredcrab]

A match! (drabble/hc)

Character: ☼ Wukong x Reader; ☾ Macaque x Reader ☽

✐ Context: You got a match in a dating app!

✐ Category: Funny. Cute. Romantic.

I never used one of those apps before, so I'm basing this solely on what I saw from posts and videos on the internet.

☼ Sun Wukong:

✐ Probably it all started when MK noticed how alone his master seemed to be.

✐ To help, Mk would create the account for Wukong, a thing that the monkey was totally against, but he decided to give it a try to please his student (or maybe he totally wanted some new company).

✐ Your profile did catch the Great Sage's attention easily.

✐ The description said that you like animals, and your hobbies included cooking, baking, and watching a lot of different series that he particularly liked too (the adventure ones with clear inspiration on JTTW).

✐ An animal lover would be perfect to deal with the Monkey King and his little monkeys, the fact that you were into making food was a huge attractive, and it was clear that watching TV would be a nice activity since you two shared similar interest when it comes to entertainment.

✐ And your cute profile picture showing off your beauty kinda made him more interested in this whole dating idea.

✐ Happy news! His solicitation to talk got accepted! Soon the two of you were babbling about your favorite shows and other common interests.

✐ If you choose him as your match, your profile probably stated that you were in search of someone funny. His profile picture was a blurry pic of one of his little monkeys with a puffy cheek for eating an oversized piece of fruit.

✐… And seeing this interest in amusing men, made Wukong put all his goofy charm on display, you would laugh so much while chatting to him.

✐ The fact that your online crush has martial arts as one of his hobbies listed on his profile did get your eyes too. I mean, who doesn't enjoy the concept of a strong person that know how to defend themselves?

✐ Ok, you had to admit that the idea that he would have a sexy fighter body also made you interested.

✐ When you asked for a photo of him, you had to ask him to "turn off the cute monkey filter he was using".

✐ He didn't manage to make you believe that he was in fact the Monkey King, he had to take a photo of him in human form (but continued to say that this wasn't his original appearance, and you laughed at his "silly joke")

✐ When the moment of the first date finally happened, you arranged to meet in a humble cafeteria, but busy enough to have almost all the tables occupied.

✐ Sun Wukong appeared in human form to avoid any type of outdoor confusion. Happiness fuelled him by seeing how things just clicked naturally between you guys.

✐ But when the date ended, and you two were ready to say goodbye, you gave him a surprise kiss in his nose and he literally transformed back in front of you.

✐ A poof sound was emitted in the air, revealing a ginger monkey with a scared expression. Silence tainted the surrounding for a bit, until your partner broke it.

"Uuhhh... Well, I'm the Monkey King, just like I said before... Yey?"

"That was... Kinda cute." - You said with shocked eyes and blushing cheeks.

✐ With you knowing who he really is the dates got more interesting, he took you to fly in his cloud, to see his land, to know his monkeys and his successor, to watch him training.

✐ It would take a long time for him to work up the courage to ask to be your boyfriend.

✐ After plucking up the braveness and arranging a cute, and romantic date, he would appropriately propose (or as appropriately as he could manage).

-✐-✐-✐-✐-✐-✐-✐-✐-✐-✐-✐-✐-✐-✐-

☾ Macaque:

✐ Macaque was probably bored and searching for any distraction when he downloaded the app.

✐ He thought that playing with one stranger feelings was a fun idea.

✐ Soon he found your profile that wasn't just the perfect victim, it was quite of charming to him too.

✐ First, the profile showed a beautiful frame, elegant, yet simple.

✐ The description informed that you were a "night owl", a person full of flaming passion to give, with meditation and writing novels as the main hobbies, but reading and watching theatrical plays as activities you enjoyed too.

✐ It was more than clear that you two would talk about good stories. His interior artist was crazy to show his many shadow plays to someone special, Macaque just didn't want to admit it openly.

✐ Of course, you had no trouble getting interested in this captivating and attractive figure.

✐ The profile picture showed his dazzing human form, and the way he described himself clearly highlighted his dramatically theatrical side, so poetic and mysterious at the same time.

✐ The two of you would spend late nights talking about different ideas for dramatic scripts, judging movies and book scripts you might be seeing, and sharing gossip about any interesting celebrity drama.

✐ Any time you had a question about how something would work mechanically in a fight, so you could write in your book you would talk to him, as the profile made it clear he was a fighter.

✐ Even more fun was asking side effects of specific blows, such as how a person feels after receiving a kick in the chest.

"I'm going to research how much a person bleeds after being stabbed."

"You need to specify how the cut was, if it is superficial, only a few drops will come out of the cut, if it is a larger tear, the blood will come out more quickly, but it depends a lot on the severity of the blow."

"... Wow... You totally have to help me with my book. Let me give you more details..."

✐ Mr Six Ears started to build some unconscious expectations after seeing how enchanting you were. Any amount of flirtation coming from him was returned by you with an even more effective dose of sweet talk.

✐ The monkey didn't notice, but over time any notification he heard made his own heart flutter. Your passionate side was slowly making him delirious with strong emotions.

✐ You set up your first date at a memorable restaurant, sure it wasn't the most expensive in town, but the high quality was remarkable.

✐ Even though the place was full of elegant people, he couldn't take his eyes off you.

✐ Flirtation filled your table conversation, both of you dedicated to making the other feel attractive. You mostly praised his voice, making clear that to you his voice was much prettier than the singers in the background.

✐ In the end he pulled you in for a kiss in the expectation of messing with you, having fun playing with you, but what he felt was something too good for him too.

✐ Subsequently, the end of the date made him notice how he was actually feeling.

✐ He didn't talk normally to you for a month (a thing you didn't like at all, it's super common for people to disappear after the first date), but after that break he got more intense, he clearly had something to tell you.

✐ A date was arranged at the theater where he works. After a beautiful shadow play presentation in which he told the story of the legendary Six Eared Macaque, he called you backstage for a chat.

✐ Macaque showed his true form, he was ready to be rejected for lying, but you smiled as if you already knew he was probably a demon.

"You weren't exactly discreet about your supernatural abilities, I saw you grab a bottle of wine from the shadow of our table on the last date."

✐ The next few dates got better and better, and not long after he found himself officially dating you.

#lmk #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk macaque x reader #lmk sun wukong x reader #lmk fanfiction #sun wukong x reader #wukong x reader #macaque x reader

[aemonds-fire]

Dragon Girl

Summary: Aemond really likes a lady in red.

Pairing: Modern Aemond Targaryen x Fem Reader

Word Count: 3431

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, SMUT, profanity, she/her pronouns, p in v sex, unprotected sex , fingering.

Author's Notes: AU Aemond did not lose his eye, but has the scar in this.

Fact - NARS makes a shade of red lip color called Dragon Girl. I couldn't leave that alone. Enjoy!!!

Enjoy! Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated.

Fire's Masterlist

Dividers by firefly-graphics

You're sitting at your desk in your little home office, going through emails on a Monday morning, when one from your co-worker and friend Sara gets your attention. It’s about a get-together she’s organizing at Greyjoy’s, a favorite hangout when everyone still worked in the office. You check the recipient list and see most of the people from your department, along with some of the newer people you haven’t actually met yet.

Sometimes you miss being with people at the office, but you’ll take the benefits of working from home. You send off your response, saying you will be there and get back to work.

You and Sara usually keep a running chat going while you work. She tells you about life as a new mom and gets on you about your social life, or lack of one. Today the two of you are chatting about your boss, Larys, scheduling a late afternoon meeting for Friday, and looking forward to getting together at Greyjoy's.

"I can’t believe the one time you actually have a date, Larys has to schedule a late meeting," Sara complains.

"Sara, it’s not a date. I’m just meeting a friend for dinner," you reply. "I’ll get ready at lunch, hope Larys keeps the meeting short, and pray that I don’t get stuck in traffic."

"How’s the response for Greyjoy’s? Are a lot of people coming?" you ask.

"Some can’t make it, but we’ll have a good group of people," she replies. "But I haven’t heard a response from our mystery man yet."

You knew the "mystery man" she was referring to was Aemond Targaryen. He joined the company after everybody started working remotely. Targaryen is a pretty well-known name; it's one of those ‘old money, filthy rich’ families based in Kings Landing. Since then, you've been trying to figure out why he is working at a small, independent company. Also, he never turns on his camera for meetings, and his profile pic is some kind of dragon symbol, which makes the two of you quite curious.

Through your jobs, you have fairly regular contact with Aemond through emails, chats, and calls. He seemed very quiet and reserved at first, but over time he’s loosened up. You feel that the two of you get along pretty well, though you’ve heard from Sara that not everyone cares for him. She told you that Cregan Stark can’t stand Aemond, saying he has a chip on his shoulder.

On Friday, you get ready to go out after work while on your lunch break. Once you dress and put your hair up in a messy bun, you put on your favorite red lipstick before getting back to work. Soon your meeting reminder comes up, and you join a bit early. Sara and a few others are already on.

Sara sees you and says, "Hi lady, looking hot! Date night tonight. Ohh, that red looks good on you!" You smile shyly, a little embarrassed, and message her privately, Thanks, Sara. Do you really need to broadcast that I’m going out to everyone? And it’s not a date!"

Larys finally joins, and the meeting begins. To no one’s surprise, this meeting was really unnecessary or could have waited until next week. Larys finally begins to wrap it up, but before he does, he asks Aemond a question, but there is no response from him for a moment. Finally, Aemond responds, apologizing that he was distracted for a moment.

The next work week is passing fairly quickly; nothing out of the ordinary. It’s Wednesday, and as usual, you are chatting with Sara.

"Hey, do me a favor; the next time you talk to Aemond, ask him if he’s coming to Greyjoy's." Sara types in the chat. "I haven’t heard back from him, and I’m dying to see what he looks like."

You chuckle as you answer, "I’ve talked to him a few times already this week; it's unusual for him to call that much. Oh, he asked me how my date went. Thanks, Sara."

"He calls you; I just get emails from him, and he asked a non-work related question? Hmmm, anything else?" she asks.

"Yeah, he said the red lipstick looked good on me," you tell her.

"So you get calls, a question, and a compliment? In a few days? That’s more than I’ve got from him in six months," she says. "Funny, I say you have a date, and he pays attention."

Oh, stop; you are really trying to make something out of nothing," you tell her. But he does sound hot. Kind of low and sexy, with a bit of an accent."

You’re pretty much caught up with your work, so you decide to message Aemond about joining the group next weekend.

"Hi Aemond, did you get Sara’s email about everyone getting together next Saturday?"

"Yes, I did," he responds.

"Are you going?" you ask.

"I haven’t decided. It’s not really my kind of thing, and I’d only be going for one reason," he replies

"What reason is that?"

"To see you," he replies.

"Oh, you’re funny," you say.

There was no response from him after that, but a few minutes later, you get an incoming call from him.

"Yes, Aemond," you answer.

"I’m not being funny; I’m serious. I would only go to see you."

"Well, I’m flattered, but you still haven’t said if you are going or not," you remind him.

"I have a better idea. Meet me at Sapphires for a drink on Saturday?" he asks.

You are not sure what to say for a moment, since you weren’t expecting this.

Sensing your hesitation, he adds, "Just a drink or two. If you don’t like me, it’s not like you actually see me at work."

Giving in to your curiosity, you decide to accept. "Alright, Sapphires on Saturday, but give me your number since I have no idea how to find you there."

"Don’t worry, I’ll find you, but we’ll exchange numbers anyway." 

With the summer heatwave continuing, you opt for a simple navy blue dress. After putting your hair up in a loose bun, you put on your favorite red lipstick and headed out to meet Aemond.

Sapphires, a cozy cocktail bar, has a chill ambiance and eclectic decor. Once you enter the black doors, you are welcomed by cool air conditioning, contemporary music, and softer light. Glancing around, you notice a tall man with beautiful silvery blonde hair standing at the end of the bar, looking directly at you.

‘Please let that be Aemond,’  is your only thought as he begins walking towards you.

He’s dressed in black pants and a button down black shirt with the sleeves rolled up on his arms. His hair is long and loose, and the way he looks at you, it’s a part smile, part smirk, and you find it very alluring.

"Y/N, glad you could make it," he says charmingly. "You look lovely this evening. That red is such a pretty color on you."

‘Damn, he’s handsome.’  "Aemond, hello, and thank you. It's good to finally meet you," grinning at him.

‘The pleasure is all mine, Y/N," he responds. "I have a table for us in the back.

As he leads you to a small corner booth, he asks what you would like to have. While you take your seat, he places a drink order with the bartender before joining you. You exchange a few pleasantries before your drinks are quickly brought over.

"Thank you," you say. You take in his features as you take a sip of your wine. His face is angular, with sharp edges, and a scar that runs from his forehead, through his brow, and down his cheek. His eyes are a beautiful blue.

"You’re welcome. Have you been here before?" he asks, his long, slim fingers resting on his glass.

"Yes, but it’s been a while. It hasn’t changed, though," you tell him. "Do you come here often?"

Aemond nods, "Yes, a few times. I prefer a more low-key atmosphere."

The conversation is flowing easily, along with another round of drinks and a shared appetizer plate. As the evening goes on, you are pleasantly surprised by how much you are enjoying his company and how attractive you find him. You try to keep your gaze subtle, noticing the contrast of his shirt against his pale skin, and the veins running up his forearms. You also sense the attraction is mutual, catching quick, enticing stares from him.

You bite your bottom lip as you debate asking him something you have been dying to know.

Aemond arches his brow, watching you, "There you go, biting that lip. You know you do that when you’re trying to decide whether or not to say something."

"I do?" surprised by his observation.

Aemond gives you that little half smirk again, "Yes, you do. Now what do you want to ask me?"

"It’s none of my business, and you don’t have to answer, but I have to ask. Your family is a big deal; why are you here working for our little company?" 

"It’s complicated." sighing. He hesitates for a moment before continuing, "My father plays favorites, and I’m not his favorite. After I got my degree, I tried working for the family company, but I soon realized it wouldn’t matter what I accomplished or how hard I worked. It’s already been decided who inherits and who gets what corporate titles."

"I suppose family and business can get messy," you say with an understanding nod.

"My family is messy to begin with, so I decided to strike out on my own," he shrugs.

He continues on about his family, telling you a little about his parents and his siblings. He continues into a little of his family’s long history, including a very old family legend.

You grin at him and say, "Wait, let me get this straight. An ancient Targaryen legend says your ancestors rode fire-breathing dragons? Seriously, what were they smoking?"

He chuckles, "That is the legend. We were a family of dragonriders."

You look at him playfully and say, "I can see you riding a huge dragon. I see black leather, a long coat, a sword, and your hair blowing in the wind. You could pull that off."

"Do you think so?" he asks with a laugh.

Oh, yes, you would look good," you say, unable to resist being a little flirtatious.

Aemond leans closer to you, not even trying to hide the seductive look in his eyes. "Do you know what really looks good? Those pretty red lips of yours," his voice low, and pure temptation to your ears.

He reaches across the table and runs a finger along the back of your hand, before gently grasping it and rubbing his thumb over your skin.

"I can’t stop thinking about those lips; they're driving me crazy." 

Partially encouraged by the wine you’ve had, and the powerful attraction to him you’re feeling, you find yourself angling closer to him.

"Just curious, but what have you been thinking?" you ask as you gaze into his eyes.

"Hmm, I’d rather show you than tell you," moving even closer, you can feel his breath on your neck. When you turn your head a little more towards him, he lets his lips graze across yours. When you part your lips slightly, he kisses you slowly, before pulling back slightly. "I really want to take you home with me, or go home with you."

You can feel the heat of your desire spreading through you, "I think I’ll take you home with me. My house is ten minutes from here.”

Aemond quickly pays, leading you out to the parking lot. He insists on you riding with him, since you've had several drinks. When you reach his sleek black Mercedes, he kisses you again, pushing you against the car, before opening the door for you.

As soon as your front door is shut, his hand goes to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss, while his other hand grips the curve of your hip. He hums against your skin, "I could kiss you for hours. So pretty." He lavishes attention on your lips, sucking and nipping, slipping his tongue into your mouth to entwine with yours.

Your arms go around his slim waist, pulling him to you. "You’re not so bad yourself," you whisper breathlessly, returning his kisses with equal fervor. Your hands feel nothing but hard, lean muscle on his body.

He moves on from your swollen mouth, caressing your neck with his lips and tongue. "Every meeting, thinking how pretty you are. Then you wear that fucking red lipstick. Drove me crazy; all I could think about was that pretty mouth," his voice low and husky.

You feel his hand moving down your thigh, sneaking under the hem of your dress to squeeze your bare flesh. "Am I living up to your expectations?" you ask prettily as you extricate yourself from his grasp. "Bedroom is this way," you say, taking his hand and leading him down the hallway.

You stop in the middle of your room, holding your hair up. "Want to unzip me?" glancing over your shoulder at him. The blatant desire on his face excites you, sending shivers through your body.

"My pleasure," he whispers, kissing the back of your neck, before slowly pulling down the zipper of your dress, placing soft, wet kisses down your spine as he goes. You hum as you feel your skin tingle and shrug your arms out of the sleeves, letting it fall to the floor, before stepping out of it and turning to face him, while saying a silent prayer of thanks that you decided to wear the pretty lace bra and panties set.

"You’re overdressed; let me fix that," you say as you start unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a patch of blonde hair in the center of his chest. You mimic his kisses as you bare his chest, trailing your lips on his skin. You inhale the scent of him, clean and woodsy, as you taste him, your tongue teasing his nipples, feeling him breathe deeply. Soon you feel his hand in your hair, pulling you back up for another kiss.

Aemond moans into your mouth, kissing you deeply, as he palms your breasts before reaching around and unfastening your bra. "Perfect fucking tits," as he cups them, feeling their weight in his large hands, thumbs teasing your hardened peaks. He steadily moves you back until you reach your bed. "Lie down," he whispers in your ear.

You turn and crawl onto your bed, giving him a great view of your ass, before settling on your back in the middle of the bed, propped up on your elbows. You watch him strip down to his boxers, his erection straining against the silky fabric, while he never takes his eyes off of you.

You can feel the wetness leaking from your pussy at the sight of him. Long and lean, with defined muscles, you can’t believe how good he looks. You breathe a sigh of appreciation, while you stare seductively at him, saying, "Fuck, you’re gorgeous." 

With a sly, sexy smirk on his face, he gazes at you. "Take off your panties for me," he instructs you, staring as you comply, while palming his cock over his boxers. "Good girl, now show me that beautiful pussy of yours."

You shiver at the silky smooth sound of his voice, before spreading your legs wide to give him a full view of the most intimate part of your body. "Like what you see? Your voice is low with arousal. Your entire body is aflame with lust, and he has barely even touched you.

"Mmm, yes, I do," he replies, as he takes off his boxers, his hard cock springing free. "Like what you see?" he asks teasingly, before coming over to lie down next to you.

You can’t help licking your lips when you see his very nice sized cock, flushed with red at the tip. "I like that a lot, you say, nodding your head.

Aemond lowers his head to suck on your nipple, flicking his tongue over it as he slides his hand over your belly, down between your thighs. He moistens his fingers in your wetness, massaging your clit. "You’re already wet for me," his voice thrums against your breast.

You can feel his hard cock against your thigh, hot against your skin. You tangle your fingers in his hair, gasping as he slips a long finger into you, then another, pumping them in and out, curling his fingers to rub the spot of nerves inside you. brushing his thumb over your clit. You already know you're not going to last long; the tight pleasure building within you.

"After you come on my fingers, I’m going to turn you over and fuck you," he says between nips on your breast. "You’re going to feel so good around my cock, I know it." When he adds a third finger, you can't help but moan, fisting the covers of your bed.

Your orgasm hits soon after, your walls clenching around his fingers as he keeps working them back and forth.

While you lay there panting, waiting for your heart to stop pounding, he reaches for his pants, pulling out a condom.

"I hate those," you say, rolling to your side and playfully dragging your nails along his thigh. "Everything is good on my end, all clean with an IUD. I’m willing to skip that if you are."

Dropping the foil packet on the floor, he said, "Good here too. Now turn over so I can fuck you."

Pulling yourself up on your knees, you feel him move behind you, pushing down on your back slightly, while he guides his cock to your entrance. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushes his hard length into you, causing you to gasp at the fullness you feel.

"Fuck, so tight," he hisses, drawing back halfway before plunging back into you. "Put your hands behind your back," he said, holding your wrists together in one of his large hands. Soon, he sets a steady pace, pumping smoothly. "Mmmm... you’re taking my cock so well," he said, praising you.

Soft whines come from your mouth every time he drives his body against you. "Yesss, fuck…" turning your face against your pillows. You feel you will go insane from the sensations of him repeatedly hitting that sweet spot deep inside you, driving himself deep into you again and again.

"Keep making those pretty noises for me," he says, snapping his hips harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin louder, and your whimpers now little cries from the tightening coil of ecstasy deep within you. "Such a good girl," he tells you.

With your wrists pinned behind your back, you’re reduced to mewling pleas, "Don’t stop…close…Aemond…" feeling an intense climax building quickly. A few more hard thrusts are all it takes to make you shudder with spasms of euphoric release, leaving you unable to get out more than strangled whines.

Your orgasm causes you to clench around his cock, earning you a grunted "Fuck... from him. His pace becomes erratic, his fingers digging into your skin as you feel his cock begin to twitch inside you, followed by hot spurts of cum.

Aemond finally releases your wrists, wrapping his arm around your waist and helping hold you steady as you both reel from the aftershocks. He slowly pulls out of you, both of you collapsing onto the bed, panting. He gathers you into his arms, placing soft kisses on your shoulder. "Fuck, that was amazing," he murmurs, "You good?"

"Mmm, gonna feel that tomorrow," smiling when you see his look of concern. ‘Worth it," you tell him, snuggling against him.

"Sorry," with another soft kiss. "Let me stay, and I’ll make breakfast in the morning," he whispers in your ear.

"Deal," you laugh. "Be right back," you say, moving to get up. You go into your bathroom to clean up, slipping on a short robe before returning with a damp washcloth for Aemond, "Just toss it in the hamper. I’ll get us some water and snacks."

Once you’re settled back in bed, relaxing next to Aemond, you remember something that makes you start to laugh.

"What’s so funny?" he asks.

"I just remembered what that shade of red you like so much is called," you say, grinning at him. "Dragon Girl,"

 He looks at you, chuckling, and says, "I guess this is just meant to be."

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[octuscle]

Hello Sir! I know you can help me with my problem. Soon new year, and in new year I want become big brut hairy bear, with bald head. I ready pay any price for it. Can you help me in this question?

You couldn't necessarily tell by looking at Liam. But he was already 19 years old. He constantly had to show his ID. He was annoyed. At least he wasn't ugly. On the contrary. He had hundreds of followers on TikTok. But most of them thought he was a kid. No one believed that he had finished school and wanted to start training as a draughtsman the following year. When he asked a construction company for an internship until then, they told him that they didn't accept underage trainees.

"Guys, how old do you think I am? And what can I do to be thought of as older?" Liam added to his new pic. Comments poured in. bears_and_boys_1982 sent him a link. Looked interesting. Probably something similar to FaceApp, Liam thought. He downloaded the app. And nothing happened. One of his buddies had replied that he should meet them for a cigarette and a beer at the bus stop. If he smoked enough, he would soon look older too. Liam laughed, put on his fake Moncler jacket and set off to meet his mates.

It was already after 11 p.m. and Liam was just about to turn out the lights when his cell phone beeped. "Installation complete, defining profile" was on the display. What the hell? Ah, the app from the bear and boy guy, Liam remembered. Let's see. It really was something similar to FaceApp. And it seemed to be free. You could capture a whole range of things. Age, occupation, hobbies, weight, height. Liam played around a bit. But it was awkward to use, the interfaces were old-fashioned, and there were no pictures or graphics anywhere. Liam lost the fun pretty quickly. He was also tired. He locked the phone, put it on the bedside table, turned off the light and soon fell asleep. The cell phone buzzed a few times during the night. Messages lit up. "Settings saved", "Target defined" and finally "Transformation started". After that, there was silence. Until the alarm clock rang at 04:30.

Quietly, so as not to wake his parents, Liam went to the bathroom. This internship was exhausting, but also fun. He was assigned to the bricklayers. Actually, he would have preferred to do something in the office on the computer. But his colleagues were nice and he had the feeling that working in the fresh air was good for him. Showering before work was silly. Liam sprayed some Axe under his arms, brushed his teeth and set off. The bus always picked him up at 05:00 and drove him to the construction site with the other colleagues.

After work, Liam drove back to his parents' house. His father needed help building the new carport. In other words, Liam was supposed to build a new carport. Initially, Liam's parents had grumbled that Liam didn't want to study, but only wanted to be a craftsman. Nowadays, the two wizened academics were happy that at least one of the family knew how to work. Before it got dark, Liam prepared the concrete for the foundations, dug the holes for the foundations, built the formwork and poured the foundations for the carport. Tomorrow he would install the support beams. Liam declined his mother's offer to stay for dinner. He had an appointment with a few colleagues for a beer. And even though the work had been exhausting enough, he would still like to go to the gym for an hour beforehand. He was increasingly developing a paunch from too much beer and too much junk food.

Life on the construction site was a man's world. The containers were small and stuffy. Especially for a colossus like Liam. The bunk bed, where Liam slept downstairs for safety reasons, was hardly more spacious than in a submarine. The air reeked of sweat, beer and male farts. But mostly also of cum and testosterone. Liam loved this world. He was almost always sorry to go back home at the weekend. Here there was always the opportunity for a quick fuck or a blowjob, just like tonight in the shower room. The apprentice looked almost greedily at Liam's fat, cheesy and uncut cock. It didn't matter whether colleagues were about to join him. At best, an orgy would develop.

The weekend at last. Liam had been a foreman on the construction site for a long time, but his boss still called him home at weekends to do smaller jobs. Hehehe, Liam knew what these tasks were. As a rule, his boss's wife wasn't at home on weekends like that. The boss would then cover the beds with the leather sheets that he hid from his wife in the tool shed and Liam would then fuck him on the sheets, in the hot tub or on the kitchen table.

He always felt a little uncomfortable in his boss's house. He hated the pictures of that princess who died a hundred years ago hanging at the shithouse. And he constantly had to be careful not to lose any of his body hair or beard, which could make his boss's wife suspicious. And Liam was constantly losing hair everywhere. Especially from his head. But Liam also didn't give a shit about his boss's problems. There was a good commission for the weekend work. And there was also commission if he pissed standing up and didn't lift up the toilet seat or if he shot his cum on the carpet while he was cumming. The rest wasn't his problem. By the time his boss's wife came back from the yoga weekend, he was long back in his man cave. With a bit of luck, with the hot apprentice's head between his thighs.

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[nichirinpen]

DILF for Hire

TojixReader

Can also be read here on Ao3

Synopsis- You hired a stranger to accompany you to an event your Ex is attending. One thing leads to another and the next thing you know he's come home with you.

Content Warning- AFAB reader descriptions, Smut, cunnilingus, Edging, vaginal penetration

~Minors DNI~

You knew it was risky using an app to find a date. There were all those horror stories about  'ChadsList'  and weirdos who kidnapped women or killed them. You hadn’t wanted to use a dating app for obvious reasons, one unsolicited dick pic was enough to have you delete them forever. But this new app that had taken the world by storm seemed reputable. At least to you it did.  Called "  Don’t Sweat It " it touted itself as a reliable and safe network that did everything right. 

Background checks? They did it. Social media checks? Also done. Hell to even sign up to the app you had to provide your driver's license and wait a month to hear back. But you got it and got in. The level of security you knew other users had to go through put you at ease. 

Maybe too much at ease. Looking at the man looming over you, the thick scar near his mouth, the way his lips curled as if he were annoyed. Perhaps it was just as bad as internet rumors said. 

"You're  Name . Right?" His voice was deep, the tone of annoyance sending a shiver down your spine. The man was tall, so tall he was half titled to look down at you as he waited. You nodded stiffly, looking at the app confirmation that sat cheerfully on your phone. The clean shaven smiling man in the photo was for sure him.

"You're Toji?" Your voice came out as a squeak, the words half strangled. Clearing your throat you blushed, looking back down at the app. It was indeed Toji, he looked exactly like the photo on his ad space. 

That's how the app worked. They knew people wanted a reputable site for odd jobs and requests so one was built.  Part of it functioned for the buying and selling of goods, the other half for finding someone to fulfill a request. Need a babysitter for a night, they had hundreds. Need someone to take grandpa to the doctor? Pick your driver. And for you, sadly, you had entered a search for a companion. Specifically one who would go to a company party with you and play boyfriend for a few hours. After scrolling past people who were definitely way too young to use the app, you had found Toji. Profile had stated he was a single dad, 34. The ad in question, " Anything goes ".

You sincerely hoped not. More so for his sake and his kid. Toji looked like he could crush someone with his bare hands but you still found the ad a tad reckless. 

"So what's the plan?" His gruff voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you blinked rapidly to clear your head. 

"Well. Tonight at 8 pm there's a company dinner I have to attend. Like I messaged earlier, I don't want to go alone." 

Toji nodded, leaning back against the glass display he was next to. The fake cakes glittered obnoxiously, their cheerful sign telling you to ‘ check out the third floor! ’ You waited nervously, glancing about the busy space. Being smart was one thing you had wanted to do, so the local mall had seemed like the best place to meet him. Shoppers bustled about the well lit stores, chatter over-layed the low music that seeped from the old speakers. It wasn’t as packed as it normally was but that suited you just fine. There were security cameras and other people if he tried anything.

"Is that why you're all dressed up?" His question sounded judgmental. You flushed, looking down at your dress and heels. The elegant black dress paired with your favorite black heels was a muted choice. You wanted to look good but not stand out. Even so. The neckline swooped low, your breast pushed up nicely by the built in bra. And the dress hugged your form, leaving rather little to the imagination. It had been custom tailored after all, a gift of sorts meant for another occasion. You bit your lip in frustration. It made you feel like a clown wearing it in the middle of a mall where kids bustled past, pizza in hand. 

"It is indeed." It was also why you had asked him to dress nice. Apparently Toji's interpretation was a tight black shirt and sweatpants. They complimented his form, but not at all what you had in mind. He looked like he was ready to go to the gym, not sit at a 5 star hotel bar and down liquor. 

"We need to get you a suit." Your words seemed to annoy the man slightly. His eyebrows twitching as if he were trying to suppress a nasty comeback. Toji simply nodded and gestured for you to lead the way.

You did so, wobbling slightly in the heels as you made your way across the mall to a suit shop. It was the oldest store in the mall, it's elderly owner, one you knew well unfortunately. As you made your way to his shop you glanced at your wrist watch.  6:58 pm . Would that be enough time? You hoped so.

The bell above the door signaled your entry, the little old man scurrying from the back with a huge smile on his face. Mr. Itadori looked tired, the lines on his face deep. You noted the lack of his grandson in the shop. Poor old man must be working overtime.

"Ms.  Name !!" How pleasant to see you again!" Mr. Itadori’s cheerful countenance made you feel guilty for some reason. The old man took your hands with a smile. His dry hands felt like cold paper against yours. Squeezing them gently you shot him a small smile.

"Picking up a suit for Gojo?" 

You shook your head slowly. "Uh no. Gojo is. Gojo bro..." You paused, finding the words stuck in your throat. The old man looked at you worriedly, his fluffy eyebrows pinching as he waited.

"I need a suit for my friend!" You went for the easy route, gesturing to Toji. Mr. Itadori shot you a look before turning and sizing up the tall man. Your companion towered over him, his face stoic.

"Silly Toji here forgot about the company dinner tonight. So we rushed over here!". The forced cheerfulness in your voice was so blatant. You winced, knowing you had no one here fooled. Just a little longer and you could be out of here. Away from the questions that lingered in Mr. Itadori’s gaze. He would never ask, he was far too polite, but you could see he knew exactly what you weren’t saying. And he pitied you for it. 

You waited as the old man took measurements and hummed over the fabric. He moved like lightning back and forth from one suit rack to the next. Toji watched impassively, his green eyes occasionally flicking over to where you sat. You hoped he would just quietly accept this and that the night would go over well. Paying 1,000 dollars for essentially a glorified escort was going to make a dent in your savings. Part of you was ashamed, the thought of using funds for such a stupid reason made you want to curl into a ball from embarrassment. But the part of you that was angry, hurt and betrayed, was stronger. 1,000 was a small price to pay if it would make Gojo Satoru jealous and maybe even hurt.

“I'm thinking we play off the black you are wearing dear.” You jumped slightly at Mr. Itadori’s voice. Nodding, you quickly focused, shoving the anger that had welled up back down. The small old man stood in front of Toji, holding a black suit with a dark red button up underneath. You tilted your head at the combo, but nodded. Mr. Itadori had been making suits for 60 years according to him. You were not about to question a master tradesman. Mr. Itadori quickly closed the curtains around the dressing area, scurrying over to you as you both waited. 

“He’s a nice looking fellow.” His statement had a question hidden under it. You hummed, deciding to not open that can of worms. Mr. Itadori hummed back, his keen eyes peering at you from under bushy eyebrows.

“I’ll never give him another discount on suits.” You turned at the words, frowning slightly. Mr. Itadori jerked his head towards the shop front, gesturing to nothing in particular.

“You’re a nice woman, Gojo was lucky you ever gave him the time of day.” Mr. Itadori’s brows were furrowed as he scowled up at the ceiling. He seemed genuinely disappointed in the other man. You smiled, patting his hand gently. “You don’t have to change your business up because of me. I know he’s one of your top clients.” 

Mr. Itadori grumbled, crossing his arms, “Well maybe I'll just stick him with a pin now and then.” 

You laughed at that, shaking your head at the old man. He seemed pleased by your reaction, his expression clearing into a cheerful grin. Both of you turned in surprise as the curtain was roughly shoved back, revealing Toji fully dressed. The suit looked good on him, really good. You weren’t sure if it was just him or if Mr. Itadori was that good at his job. The black fabric clung in all the right places, emphasizing the muscles that sat tense beneath. 

“Hmmm which tie.” Mr. Itadori held up a few, all of which Toji brushed away. 

“This is good.” He unhooked the first 3 buttons of his shirt, exposing his collarbone and neck. You pretended not to see, turning to Mr. Itadori and digging through your clutch. Pulling your debit card from its spot, you handed it over with reluctance. A new suit was not on your list of monthly expenses. But hey you had come this far right? 

“Ah, no.” You nearly jumped out of your skin as Toji pressed against you, the hard plane of his chest snug against your shoulder. The man knocked your hand from its outstretched position, offering up his card instead. Your eyebrows raised at that and you looked up questioningly. Toji said nothing, his nostrils flaring slightly as he looked at you.

No, not quite. You felt your cheeks and neck flush, he was very blatantly staring down your dress. The angle from his height gave him a nice view of the tops of your breasts and the hidden skin of your sternum that the dress was covering. Pretending not to notice you shifted, tucking your debit card away in your clutch. 

After paying you hurriedly left the store, your watch said  7:20 . That was the perfect amount of time to get a cab to the venue. You wobbled your way down the stairs to the first floor, hell bent on making it to the front doors. Toji followed behind slowly, his hand stuffed deep in his suit pockets. He seemed unbothered whereas you were all nerves. Your stomach clenched and you again began wondering if this was a bad idea. The quest for revenge or at least a small slice of it seemed to be paved with stupidity. You chewed at your bottom lip as you pulled up the cab app. It cheerfully asked for your destination which you input with slightly trembling fingers. Pushing through the front doors of the mall, you input your address and almost immediately got a ride confirmation. Thankfully there was one a block away and you sighed as you stood at the curb waiting. 

“So how bad did this guy fuck up?” Toji’s voice was low and even, his eyes roaming over your form as you turned to look at him. The question confused you for just a moment, but one look at his smug, almost cat-like smirk, you knew what he meant. Toji knew exactly why he was hired without you being forthcoming.

“Uh well.” You tapped your foot nervously against the sidewalk. The cab turned into the mall parking lot and you waited, not sure what to say. It skidded to a halt near you, the back doors unlatching. Toji opened your door for you, allowing you to slide in before he made his way around the other side. Once he was settled the cab was off, the driver quietly ignoring the two of you. With the divider in between, you knew that he couldn’t hear, not that it mattered. 

“We dated for 6 years.” You leaned back in the seat with a sigh, tilting your head to look up at Toji. The man nodded, his expression apathetic. 

“I bought this dress for an evening that was planned.” You paused, feeling that icy clench in your heart. It hurt to say these things out loud. You had barely acknowledged them the past few weeks, drowning your feelings with too much work and way too much pizza. But you had to confront them, that was the whole point of tonight. 

“Uh three weeks ago we were supposed to sit down and he was going to propose.” You looked away from the man, your gaze locked on your reflection in the window. Toji was reflected as well, his eyes skipping over your form as he waited. 

“Instead the day before I get a text. All it said was  ‘It’s over ’.” You clenched your fists, your fingernails biting into your palms as you thought of the message. Of the calls being denied and then eventually you being blocked. It was as if 6 years hadn’t happened. As if you were a stranger pestering him. No goodbye, no explanation. Just over.

“Sounds like a pretentious prick.” Toji huffed. You glanced at him, slightly surprised. The older man shrugged at you, his expression impassive. 

“He told you when he was going to propose?” The man shook his head, dark hair obscuring his eyes slightly. “Tacky.” 

You shrugged, looking down at your hands. Truth be told you had disliked the fact that he had told you, that it had been so planned out. But that was Gojo Satoru. He was the son of a successful CEO, his life wasn’t just handed to him but also meticulously planned out. Every last detail, including breaking up with you. Your stomach churned at the thought of seeing him. What was that saying? Don’t date coworkers. You were feeling the consequences of ignoring that big time. 

“It is what it is.” You sighed, glancing back out the window. A large rough hand was on your thigh, thick fingers squeezing gently. You jumped slightly, heat rushing through your veins as you stared at him. Toji shot you a smirk, fingers tightening again as he squeezed your thigh.

“Hey you paid me for the night. Let’s give the little bastard a good show eh?”

You laughed in surprise, one hand pressing against your mouth as a snort left you. Out of all the things he could say, all the reactions, this was different. Everyone else had given you sympathy mixed with a hint of  ‘I told you so  ’. It had infuriated you to no end the sorry and the looks that said that you should have seen this coming. Even worse, your mother making that face you knew meant ‘  What did you do wrong? ’. 

But Toji? The man had withdrawn his hand but his smirk stayed the same. He looked like he lived for fucking around with people. Your eyes went to his hand, now resting in his lap. Toji had nice hands, the skin was nicked with small scars here and there, but they were charming. In an odd way.

The cab lurched to a halt and you felt your heart drop. There was the hotel, in its shiny glory. Bright lights flashed outside, a small group of press loitering around the entrance. Of course they were. Gojo posed for the camera like no other high society figure. He reveled in it. You hated it, the flashing lights, the lewd questions. Always entertained by the white haired man but never you. Nothing was worse than being splashed across the front page of a tabloid. What had they called you? ‘ The Mouse.’  You grimaced, unbuckling your seat belt. 

Toji had already exited the car, yanking your door open and extending his hand. You raised an eyebrow as you stepped out, gently sliding your arm around his. Toji took the lead, his large shoulders easily punting a reporter aside as he made his way up the stairs. You kept your head ducked slightly, hoping that the unfamiliar man and your lack of flair would keep them disinterested.

“Hey, it's Ms. Mouse!” You flinched at the shout, your hand tightening on Toji’s arm. He looked down at you, taking in your pinched expression and tense body. From behind you could hear the reporter shouting again, the man’s greasy voice drawing the attention of the other reporters. 

God this was a nightmare. You should have never come out.

Your heart dropped as you felt Toji’s arm leaving yours. Was this too much? You hadn’t exactly been upfront with the man. The request was simply  ‘Need a date for a work event.’ . 

“What the fuck did you just call my girl?” Toji barked. You watched, flabbergasted as his large hand whipped out, grabbing the weasel looking reporter by the scruff of his jacket. Toji shook the man slightly, snapping the question again. The reporter looked mortified, his waxy face going pale as he stuttered excuses and apologies. Toji merely scoffed, shaking his head before letting the man go. You watched as the reporter fell on his ass, sliding a few steps down before he caught himself.

“Let’s go.” Toji placed his hand against your waist, guiding you up the last few steps. The doormen swung the heavy gilded doors in, bowing as the two of you entered. You flashed your work badge to the security detail, Mr. Panda. The large man smiled at you, his signature hair buns wiggling slightly as you were let into the event. It was packed, event staff and your company's many employees bustling about. You recognised a few faces here and there, but the place was so packed it was hard to get anyone’s attention. Not that you necessarily wanted to at the moment. No, the target of tonight's actions would suffice.

“Ms. Mouse.” Toji snatched a champagne glass from a nearby waiter, downing it in one gulp. You nodded at his words, feeling slightly awkward. He was a stranger and yet, he was being shown the most awful and anxiety-inducing parts of your life.

“You act more like a mink.” He shot you a smile, the words and action making your heart swell for some reason. You coughed, trying to think what to say. The skin of your ears burned slightly and you hoped he hadn’t noticed. Words failed you as you trailed to the large gilded bar. Sliding up to the counter, you signaled the bartender. The young woman flashed a smile nodding dutifully as you asked for a Bailey’s. 

“Irish liquor?” Toji leaned against the bar, not bothering to leave much space between the two of you. His hip pressed against yours, the warmth spreading across your skin. You nodded in response to his question, shoulders shrugging. As your drink was passed to you, you nearly spat it out as Toji asked for vodka, no ice. Shooting him a look, he merely smiled. 

“I like the strong stuff, puts hair on your chest.” 

You snorted in response, taking another sip of your drink, “Oh yeah you can attest to that?” The words were teasing, playful, but you could see Toji’s pupils dilate slightly at the words. He leaned in, one large finger playfully sliding down your right bicep. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Mink.”

You hummed in response, the lack of words more due to you attempting to regain composure. His teasing tone and finger had your stomach fluttering. A low heat pooling in your nethers as he slid the finger back up to your shoulder.

“Oh My God!” You both flinched at the loud squeal that rang out across the venue. It was so shrill the sound somehow was louder than the rest of the party. You knew that voice all too well, with a sinking heart, you turned, glancing over your shoulder at the commotion. It was Gojo of course, his new shiny pink haired fiance plastered to his side. She was the one squealing, her shiny skin and lips reflecting the party lights all too well.

“Jesus how much plastic is pumped into that bimbo?” Toji’s question made you chuckle. He wasn’t wrong, the woman looked like she was three surgeries away from being on one of those botched surgery shows. Not that it mattered to her, no being the heiress of a large makeup company meant she had little to worry about. Especially so with her future husband secured before any surgery could go wrong.

The squealing was apparently about jewelry, because of course it was. The man was laughing, his stupid suit sparkling slightly under the bright light. It made him look ethereal, as always. Gojo was larger than life, otherworldly looking. And he knew it.

Part of you felt incredibly insulted. Had you not been dumped by him, had you never dated him and this was just a regular work event? Incredibly uncomfortable and inappropriate. No one would stop him of course, Son of the CEO and all that. But you could see the discomfort rippling through the ground, the shared glances and small grimaces. 

You flinched as his gaze shifted, his fiance chattering away with one of her friends. Gojo’s icy blue eyes met yours, eyebrows lifting slightly. He was surprised you were here. You took a small step back as he started cutting across the crowd, your back hitting the bar.

“Can I touch you?” Toji’s odd question pulled you from your frozen state, you gaze lifting to his. The man was leaning awfully close, his warm breath tickling your forehead. His eyes crinkled in the corner and the grin he was wearing was definitely a shit eating one. Toji was up to something. 

Your gaze went back to Gojo, the man stopped by a few coworkers and blessedly still several feet away. His eyes kept flicking to you however, the blue you once loved making your stomach cramp with worry. Looking back at Toji, you nodded once, wondering what he was up to. It wasn’t like he had asked to touch you early on the stairs. 

Toji leaned in, one hand sliding around your waist while the other tugged your chin up, tilting your head towards his. You gasped in shock as his warm lips met yours. His tongue slid into your mouth, teeth clicking together slightly at the passion in which he kissed. Toji pressed against you, the hand at your waist sliding lower until he was grabbing a handful of your ass. It made your knees weak. His rough kiss was breathtaking, literally. You flushed, pulling away to catch your breath. 

Toji smirked, his eyes not on you but over your head. Without turning you knew he was staring down Gojo. Something very few people had the balls to do around here. 

“I am going to freshen up in the bathroom.” You stated shakily, your face tomato red. Also regain your composure, how many coworkers had just seen him grab your ass like that? 

Toji merely smirked at your words, downing his vodka in a single gulp. You scurried away, slipping down the back hall and into the ladies room. There was no makeup to fix, you had opted for a simple lip gloss. You dabbed a wet paper towel around your lips, taking off the excess gloss that had been smeared there. There was nothing to do about the bright red of your face, time would cool your flushed cheeks. You were tempted to splash cold water on your face, but that would lead to drippy mascara. 

Opting to not stress about it, you took a deep breath, puffing out your chest slightly as you fixed your dress. You looked good and you had successfully gotten in a little jab at Gojo. It wasn’t much, but it was as good as it was going to get. He was a spoiled rich boy, he would forget you and forget this moment in a matter of days.

Stepping from the bathroom, you started down the hall, back to the loud noise of the party. Your head felt slightly foggy still from the kiss, like Toji had somehow stolen your breath. Cheeks burning brighter, you felt your stomach tighten at the thought of his lips against yours again, his hands sliding over your skin.

“So who is the meathead?” You spun around, the train of thought broken. To your dismay the worst case scenario was playing out. Gojo, in his bright blue suit, stupid dark shades nestled in his hair, stood in the hall. Hands shoved deep in his pockets, he sauntered up to you. He was upset, despite his large grin. There were creases near his eyes, a slight twitch in the right corner of his mouth. Gojo was just barely keeping it together.

Toji had really gotten under his skin. You swallowed the urge to smirk, leaning against the hallway wall casually. Feigning disinterest, you gestured down the hall, back to the large crowd.

“You mean my date? Toji?”

Gojo nodded, “Yeah, since when have muscle heads been your type?” He was definitely irritated and as he took another step forward, you shrank back. The super angry part of you wanted to ask what was so great about his new bimbo fiance. But you didn’t have the heart. She wasn’t the one who broke your heart, she wasn’t the one who had ignored your texts and calls for answers. Just because she had chosen an unfortunate set of surgeries didn’t mean you could be nasty about her. It would make you no better than Gojo. 

“I'm surprised a guy like him even has a suit.” Gojo laughed, the sound slightly strangled. You took another step back, lips pulling in a straight line as you attempted to swallow the small pang of fear that bubbled up in your chest. Gojo was known for always getting his way, known for jealousy. You had seen it while dating him, the anger and stonewalling he would direct at you when someone dared glance at you the wrong way. As if the glances of strangers were your fault.

“Kinda soon after a breakup to let another man shove his tongue down your throat?” His voice was much too loud, a half yell that felt like it echoed around you.

“Says the man who dumped me for a heiress.” You snapped back, crossing your arms against your chest as you leaned back, trying to avoid his advancing pace. Your words irked him, his thin white eyebrows dancing slightly as he tried and failed to hide the snarl that flashed across his face.

“You know I was going to be nice.” Gojo laughed, brushing a hand through his hair roughly. His stupid small glasses were flung off, skittering across the floor behind him. The man paid no mind, leaning forward as he spoke. He looked almost manic and as he opened his mouth again you caught a whiff of alcohol. 

Just great. Drunk Gojo was a persistent asshole who would whine, yell and cry until he got his way.

“After Hillary and I got married, I was going to let you be my mistress.” He spoke with such sincerity it was laughable. You snorted, one hand coming up to cover your mouth as your brain tried and failed to think of a snappy response. 

“No thank you.” A simple answer, but your words upset him, the man swaying as he took another step forward. His brow crinkled and you could see tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. He would cry, then yell until finally you crumbled. Or at least that was what he was expecting. But you were no longer dating him, no longer giving him your heart on a silver platter.

“No one else is gonna give you what I can.” His words slurred slightly, a single tear sliding down his cheek. What he was giving you was the start of a migraine. But you had no time to respond, a warm hand sliding around your waist. It was Toji, glaring at the other man. You relaxed slightly, pressing against him with a small sigh. He was a stranger but still more welcome than the sniveling man that stood in front of you.

Gojo stood up straight, his jaw clenching as he took in the tall man. His blue eyes shifted back to you, once again shining with tears.

“Please, no one else can give you what you want. Just me.” Gojo’s lips trembled as he looked at you, his eyes begging you for an answer. Instead of tugging at your heart, it made you angry. You clenched your fists, trying to think of an appropriate response. 

“Full offense pal but you don’t strike me as the pussy eating type.” You let out a shriek of mixed shock and delight at Toji’s words. The man smirked at you, his fingers tightened slightly on your waist and you became painfully aware of just how warm he was. Gojo for his part was standing in shock, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“Speaking of, let’s get outta here.” Toji laughed this time at your look of disbelief. You allowed him to shepard you away from Gojo, your face burning red at his words. Gojo was shouting something as you made your way to the front door, but you couldn’t hear it. Rather your mind didn’t bother to pick it up. You were too focused on Toji’s hand, it had slid back down to your ass, thick fingers squeezing the flesh gently as you walked. 

“Fuck that guy.” You nodded numbly at Toji’s words, blinking as he shoved something in your hands. It was your clutch, you must’ve forgotten it at the bar. You took it gratefully, fishing your phone out clumsy. 

“Your place?” Toji asked, his voice low. You blinked at him in surprise, your hands freezing mid air.  What did he mean?  You tilted your head, brow furrowing as you waited for him to elaborate. 

“I was serious.” He gestured back towards the hotel venue. Your frown deepened. Serious about what? 

“You look stressed, getting eaten out might relax you.” He spoke so matter of factly, no trace of teasing or sarcasm. His expression was genuine for the first time that night. You felt your mouth drop open as you sputtered, unsure of how to respond.  Was he serious? Part of you hoped so, the thought of his head between your legs, green eyes watching as his tongue lapped at your folds. It made your knees weak.

You shook your head, snapping yourself out of that train of thought. He was still a stranger. Toji waited, a small smirk on his lips as if he knew the internal battle you were having. Plucking your phone from your hands, he opened your messaging app. You watched as he clicked on your most frequent contact, Nobara. Toji lifted the phone slightly, snapping a selfie of the two of you. In it you looked slightly dumbfounded, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. He sent the photo, then handed the phone back to you.

“Now your best friend knows how I look.” 

This guy was too smooth. You bit your lip, looking down at your phone as you thought. To your place or not? As if to give you a nudge, Nobara responded.  ‘Please tell me you got a piece of that beef cake.’ 

You opened the Cab app, quickly typing in your address. Looking back up, you wiggled the phone at the man. He smiled, slipping his arm around your waist and escorting you down the stairs. There was no more press outside blessedly, they had either left or slipped into the venue uninvited. Looking up at the night sky, you chewed at your bottom lip, heart racing as you thought of what you were about to do. This was utterly unlike you. And yet, you found yourself incredibly thrilled. 

The cab arrived and as you sat in the back, you couldn’t help but bounce your leg. You could hear your heartbeat as the cab turned on familiar streets and made its way towards your apartment. Toji looked calm, leaning back against the seat as he watched you. His gaze was almost predatory, green eyes narrowed to slits. It made your heart skip a beat.

The cab stopped and for a moment you were frozen. Then you were out, walking shakily up the stairs to your apartment building. Your key card got you inside and then the two of you were making the long trek up to the 8th floor. The excitement waned slightly as you stumbled up a step, your heels catching on the metal stairs. 

“Which floor?” You looked up at his question, wiggling your heel from the stupid gap between the metal slats. Toji motioned up the stairs, wordlessly asking his question again.

“Oh! 8th Floor.” He nodded, then swooped in, lifting you with ease. You squawked in surprise, the hard planes of his shoulder digging into your stomach. Toji bolted up the stairs, easily clearing the long trek in a matter of moments. You stared, impressed as he set you down. The man wasn’t even winded. He seemed to know what you were thinking, flexing his chest, the buttons of the suit visibly strained, just barely keeping together.

Your hands trembled slightly as you swiped your key-card again, your heart pounding so hard you could hear it. The thrill of doing something like this was making you dizzy with excitement. Opening the door, you tiptoed past your two neighbors to your apartment at the very end of the hall. The door creaked as you opened it and slipped inside. Toji followed, his eyes roaming around your rather messy apartment. You felt a twinge of embarrassment, the pile of clothing near the door was meant for donation, yet you hadn’t had the time or the heart to take them away just yet. Nearly everything in that pile was gifted by Gojo or something he had mentioned as his favorite. It was a sad reminder of the past, one you wished never happened.

Kicking off your heels, you crouched, rubbing at your feet. The shoes while amazing looking pinched your toes way too much. You wiggled the appendages as blood rushed back into your pinky toes. 

“Did you pick this or him?” Toji’s voice sounded judgmental and as you turned to look you felt your face heating up again. He had plucked the light blue lace lingerie that had been sitting on the top of the pile. Shaking your head, you stood and snatched it from him. 

“Him.” You tossed the garment back on the pile, your shoulders slightly tense. It was hitting you again that Toji was a complete stranger. You felt nervous, fingers twisting together slightly as you stared up at him. 

“What do you prefer?” Toji leaned in as he asked the question, his eyes narrowed to slits. He was teasing you, his pupils dilating as he took in your look of questioning surprise.

“Honestly?” You picked at the fabric of your dress, unsure of where to look but not wanting to meet his intense gaze. “Nothing. No fancy lace, no leather or anything like that.” 

Toji smiled at that, nodding. He didn’t comment on your opinion as you expected. Most men did, asking why you didn’t feel sexy or what was wrong with looking good. You thought you did look good, no wrappings or decoration needed. 

“So. We’re doing this?” You gestured lamely towards your bedroom. The open door showing your black comforter and the closed blinds beyond. Toji shrugged, reaching up to undo his suit jacket buttons.

“Only if you want to. If not, I can leave.” His words hung in the air, green eyes locked on your face as he waited for your decision. You chewed at your bottom lip, gaze flicking between him and your bedroom. It wasn’t like you were drunk, quite the opposite you were fully lucid. And as odd as he was, Toji didn’t scare you, didn’t set off any alarms. In fact the only thing he set off was your arousal. The man had teased you already to the point of being wet. 

Taking his large hand in yours, you led him to the bedroom, closing the door behind you. The apartment complex was touted as being sound proof, but you still didn’t want your floor neighbors hearing anything. 

Turning back to him, you held your arms awkwardly to your sides, unsure of the next step. You had never had sex randomly with a stranger. It was always with a partner that you had been dating for a good amount of time. This was new and you were feeling slightly insecure. You shifted nervously, biting your lip as you tried to think of the first move.

Toji sat on the bed, shrugging his suit jacket off and tossing it on the floor. You watched, slightly mesmerized as he rolled up his sleeves. His muscles rolled under the tight shirt, their outlines tantalizing beneath the red fabric. Toji caught your glance, smirking slightly as he shifted his leg, spreading them open as he patted his thigh.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, head tilting as you watched him pat his thigh again. Slowly, you shuffled over, face burning as you sat on his right thigh.

“What do you like?” His question had you pause, eyes searching his face as you pondered. Had any of your previous partners ever asked you that before? You didn’t think so.

Cheeks burning, you ducked your head slightly, eyes locked on your hands which sat limply in your lap. Toji’s chest was warm against your side, his large hand resting against your waist gently. You shivered as his lips brushed against the skin of your neck, the sensation exhilarating. He bit the skin gently, your heart rate picking up at the action.

“Im not sure.” You answered honestly. Gojo hadn’t been the best of partners, despite 6 years together you could easily count the few amount of times he had made you orgasm on your hands. He had been very selfish in the bedroom, often leaving you feeling like a glorified sex doll rather than a partner. Before him had been partners as inexperienced as you, awkward fumbling, not quite figuring things out. You had yet to be with anyone who was experienced. The thought had you blushing deeper, more so from embarrassment at the unspoken revelation.

“Can I take the lead then?” Toji nibbled at your ear, his grip on your waist tightening. You nodded slowly, your heart rate picking up again as a shiver ran down your spine. His hand slid to the zipper at the back of your dress, fingers quickly tugging it down. You shivered as the dress opened, the warmth it had been holding being replaced by cool air. 

Toji’s large hand moved to your back, fingers pressing against your spine as he drew his hand downwards. You sat, eyes wide and lips slightly parted as you waited for his next move. His eyes weren’t on you, not quite. Toji was focused on your skin, his lips moving so softly against your shoulder that it tickled. 

The man had come off earlier as impatient and slightly crass. But now he was moving achingly slow. He smirked at his expression and you felt your face flush deeper. Toji was doing this on purpose, he was teasing you. 

“No bra?” His thick fingers tugged at the back of the dress, the fabric quickly sliding down to your waist. You shivered, goosebumps cropping up as the cool air hit your chest. Nipples standing on end, you let out a small sigh as you shook your head. “Built into the dress.” 

Toji hummed at this, his eyes locked onto your breasts. If you didn’t know any better you would think this was his first time seeing a pair. His eyes were wide, pupils dilated. A puff of air left his lips and you laughed, deciding to tease him back.

“So you’re a boob man huh?” Your words set forth a flurry of motion. Toji’s movements were so fast and fluid you barely had time to register the fact that he had indeed moved until you were on your back on the bed. Your mouth dropped open, heart racing as you stared up at the man crouch on top of you.

“I am an everything man.” Toji practically purred, his voice so low you almost didn’t hear it. Part of you wanted to laugh at the words, but he spoke with such conviction all you could do was nod, lips parting as you stared up at him. You shivered as he shifted, tugging your dress from your hips and tossing it aside. Both of you paused, you from embarrassment, Toji looking near feral. With how tight the dress had been, wearing underwear really wasn’t an option. You pressed your thighs together, your face burning as you looked away, not wanting to look at Toji.

The older man laughed, licking his lips as he straightened. His fingers deftly undid the buttons on his shirt, the red fabric flying to the far corner of your bedroom. The white undershirt quickly followed, leaving his chest exposed. You swallowed at the sight. 

Beefcake indeed. Toji was built, his broad shoulders and chest complimented by his rather slender looking waist. Scars littered his skin, the small marks scattered about wildly. His muscles rippled beneath his skin, making you wonder just how he worked out to be that in shape.

‘Triangle Shaped’ Popped into your mind and you giggled. Toji squinted at the noise, his belt half undone. You bit your bottom lip, watching as the belt slowly slid from the pant loops. It too was tossed, the sharp noise of his zipper following the sound of the belt hitting your dresser. Bright green boxers made your eyebrow lift slightly and you stifled another giggle. Not at all what you had expected. 

Leaving just his boxers on, the nice suit pants quickly lay draped across the floor. Toji joined them, to his knees at the edge of your bed. You lifted yourself on your elbows to see him better, waiting for his next move.

“OH!” You gasped as he grabbed both of your ankles, tugging you to the very edge of the bed. His head was positioned right above your cunt, warm breath fanning across your skin. You shivered in excitement, eyes wide as you watched him.

Toji spread your legs, warm breath tickling the sensitive wet flesh of your pussy. You shivered again in his grip, the warm puffs of air feeling teasing as they slid over your skin. His grip shifted from your ankles, sliding tantalizingly slow down your calves, then thighs. He finally rested his thick fingers on your waist, pinning your legs in place on either side of his head. 

“You like teasing?” Your question was slightly shaky, your heart beat making your lungs feel breathless and head hazy. Toji smirked, nodding as he licked his lips. His dark hair obscured his eyes slightly, the green hue of his pupils nearly hidden beneath the dark curtain. It was like being stared at by a hungry predator. You wanted to urge him to start, to stop staring so intensely, but your words sat trapped in your chest. The anticipation was too thrilling, your body angled towards him as you waited, breathless. 

Toji bent his head, lips gently caressing your inner thigh. The touch was barely there, each one butterfly light as he trailed down to the apex of your thighs. A strand of dark hair tickled against your other thigh, the sensation matching his infuriated soft kisses. You squirmed slightly in his touch, stilling as his hands tightened their hold. Toji paused, looking at you through his lashes.

“Be still darling.” You nodded, suppressing the shiver that ran down your spine. The man smiled at you, his grin sharp and catlike. 

“Good girl.” He pressed a kiss against your clit, sending a wave of pleasure deep through your core. You gasped, trying your best not to let your hips buck into his face. Toji chuckled, tongue sliding roughly across your clit. You moaned quietly, clamping a hand over your mouth as he dragged his tongue across your folds. His tongue was burning hot against your pussy, the warmth he radiating seeming to all spill out through his mouth. Your fingers tightened over your mouth, a strangled moan slipping out.

Toji bent forward, his nose rubbing against your clit as one hand slid up your side, tugging your elbow and pulling hand from your mouth. He wanted to hear you, a fact that had your face bright red.

His hand slid back down your side, rough fingertips teasing as he slid the hand up your thigh then down. You whined low as you felt a finger slide against your folds, the finger resting at your entrance. His lips were on your clit again, sucking harshly as the finger gently circled your entrance. You wiggled your hips slightly, breath coming in pants as he continued with the slow torturous pleasure. Toji chuckled again, the vibrations making you whine.

He pulled away from your clit with a pop, pressing his tongue flat against your folds as he slipped a finger inside you. The thick digit was met with slight resistance, your walls tightening around the finger slightly. 

You shivered as Toji began pumping his finger achingly slow, the pleasure a dull burning in your stomach. He ran his tongue up your pussy, laving at your clit before turning suddenly and biting the inside of your thigh. You yelped in surprise, hips bucking up in response.

The action shoved his finger deeper, your walls fluttering slightly as his finger scraped against the sensitive flesh. 

Toji slipped in a second finger, the action stretching you. He chuckled at your red face and the short panting breaths you let you. The man was reveling in teasing you. He spread his fingers wide, the ache of feeling overly stretched starting up. You let out a whine, hips moving as he began rhythmically pumping his fingers. His rough skin felt heavenly, the friction building the tight heat coiling in your abdomen. Toji hadn’t broken his intense gaze, his eyes drinking in your gentle writhing as he pushed his thick fingers in deeper with each stroke. It was erotic in an odd way, you liked how he looked at you.

Toji’s teeth scraped over your clit, the action sending you over the edge. You gasped as you came, your walls spasming around his still pumping fingers. 

Toji pulled back, letting your legs dangle limply over the edge of the bed. He smirked as he licked his fingers clean, eyes crinkling with amusement as he took in your relaxed form.

“Feeling better?” Toji teased, nudging your leg with his knee. You nodded, it had been a while since you had orgasmed. Toji smirked, turning and grabbing his slacks from the ground. You sat up, confused as he started tugging his pants on.

“You’re leaving?” You tilted your head as you asked, brow furrowing. Toji paused, one eyebrow raising as he looked at you. 

“I said I’d eat you out and I did.” 

You nodded slowly, gesturing with one hand to his very tented boxers. “What about you?” 

He narrowed his eyes slightly, glancing down briefly before back up at you. “I didn’t want to impose. I'm not a horny teen, I’m not pushy with women I barely know.” 

You blushed at his words, they rang true. He was right, you were just strangers. Still, you felt the heat in your stomach coiling again, not quite wanting the night to end. “Well, I wouldn’t mind.” You bit your lip as you spoke, “If you were a little pushy.” 

He stood for a moment, hands on the waist of his slacks as he decided. To your delight, the pants were dropped, Toji kicking them off with a grin.

“I can blow you?” You suggested, feeling slightly embarrassed to utter the words. Toji shook his head. “Gagging is a turn off.”

You opened your mouth to state you wouldn’t gag, and found yourself speechless as he dropped his boxers. Maybe you would gag, the man was thick, much thicker than you thought possible. What he lacked in length he made up for in girth. You shivered as he gave himself a quick pump, his thumb rubbing against the beads of precum that sat on the head.

“Ready?” Your nod of affirmation was jerky, your eyes locked on his cock. The man slid onto the bed and you wiggled backwards to give him room. He nestled between your legs, warm skin pressing against you. 

Toji grasped both of your thighs, pulling your hips up to meet his. You gasped as he entered you, eyes wide as you struggled to accept his length. Toji was surprisingly gentle, his hips still as he waited for your body to relax. You did so slowly, moaning as he pushed further in, the stretching of your overstimulated walls making you nearly cum again. Twisting your hands in the comforter beneath you to ground yourself, you mewled as he stretched your walls further.

“Almost there.” He grunted, teeth clenched in a partial snarl as he slid in another inch. His broad chest was flushed, large arms shaking slightly as he held still again. The sight was divine, Toji looked like he was holding himself back just barely. You shifted, canting your hips into his and allowing for the last bit of him to slide in. The man grunted in surprise, hands tightening their hold on your thighs.

The grip was intense and you knew you would have bruises the next day. You found yourself shivering at the thought, walls fluttering around his cock as you drank in the sensation. Never before had you had a partner like him in your bed. It was exhilarating. 

Toji drew back slightly, his thick cock rubbing against your walls as he pulled nearly all the way back. There was a small pause and then he was slamming back into you, the force mind numbing. 

You let out a long gasp, head lolling back as the tip of his cock hit your cervix. The mix of pain and pleasure added to the fire in your stomach and you matched his pace as Toji began thrusting into you. Toji spat out a curse, the word strangled. You shuddered as he leaned over, biting your calf. He was like a wild animal, the odd composure from earlier slipping away as he thrust into your wet heat.

You felt your release building again, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to a second release. Walls fluttering around him, you softly let out his name, hips canting to meet his. Toji tilted his head back at his name, eyes narrow slits as he took in your light panting and sweat soaked skin. 

He moved, again faster than you had time to comprehend. You cried out as he flipped you, still fully seated within your heat. You found yourself face down in the comforter, cunt aching as he pulled back and began thrusting again. Moaning into the blankets, you scrabbled to ground yourself, feeling his heavy weight pushing you further into the bed. His broad chest pressed against your back, pinning you in place as he continued his almost desperate thrusting. 

You felt one of his large hands slid beneath you, roughly grabbing your breast. Toji shifted slightly, putting his weight on one elbow, the other hand pulling your hips closer roughly.

“Where?” The question confused your pleasure-addled mind. You moaned in response, pushing your hips back into him. Your walls fluttered wildly as a smaller orgasm hit you. Toji groaned, head resting against your back as he continued his pace, thrusting through your orgasm. It was too much, tears of over stimulation leaking from the corners of your eyes. Your cunt ached, each thrust scrapping harder and harder against your cervix.

“Where little mink?” His voice was strained, words coming out in a gasp. The fog in your mind cleared slightly and you pressed your hips against him. “Inside.” The word was whispered, barely audible, but Toji heard. 

The man’s grip on your hip tightened painfully, his thrusting becoming erratic and sloppy as he chased his release. You moved weakly with him, feeling as though your bones were made of jelly. Toji came suddenly, his teeth latching onto the skin of your back as he thrust his cock deep within your walls. You whined at the sensation, the warm feeling of being utterly filled was erotic.

For a moment the two of you lay, locked together. You quickly caught your breath, head pressing into the comforter as the urge to sleep washed over you. 

Toji rolled off of you, his limp cock slipping out. You shifted, rolling on your back to look at him. The man smirked at you, one large hand reaching out to pinch your nipples. You swatted at his hand, a laugh weakly leaving your lips.

“We should do this again.” Toji sat up, reaching to snag his boxers from the floor. You nodded quietly in response. It would be nice, maybe you could become something other than strangers.

“It’s late, so I need to get back.” He was standing now, reaching for the rest of his clothing. You sat up, feeling slightly dizzy as you watched him dress. Sluggishly you tugged on a bathrobe, ignoring the sensation of his cum sliding across your thighs. 

Walking Toji to the door, you paused, looking up at the man. He leaned down, pressing a kiss against your forehead. 

“If you don’t mind kids, you’re more than welcome to join me tomorrow morning for breakfast.” 

You raised an eyebrow at his offer, smiling in response. “I’d love that. Where should we meet?”

Toji smirked, opening the apartment door before turning to you. The look on his face was one of extreme amusement.

“How about the lobby?” You tilted your head, eyes narrowing at his teasing tone. Toji jerked his thumb to the stairwell that sat across the long hallway. “I live on the 5th floor. See you at 8?” 

Your mouth fell open and you nodded stupidly as the older man laughed. He leaned in again, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before sauntering down the hall. You watched him leave, rolling your eyes at his perfectly sculpted behind. The night had not really gone as planned. But you were just fine with that.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #smut #jjk smut

[airbendertendou]

BLUE BOY! ♡

synopsis : [name] meets someone a little… captivating while waiting for a friend from housen. kantou!mikey in mind.

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The streets of Shibuya welcome you jubilantly. You browse store’s windows with pursed lips, remembering what caught your eye and what you think others would like. With a vibrated chime, your phone beckons for your attention, drawing it away from the necklace you’re looking at.

yuken !!

omw

see u there shortly

Scrunching your nose in excitement, you grin and send a simple heart back. He’ll know what it means — will know how happy you are to see him. Humming happily, you continue your small stroll, keeping an eye out for blond hair or the store you’re meant to meet at — whichever comes first.

A crash interrupts your quiet afternoon. You ignore it, only watching from the corner of your eye as a tattooed boy runs past ; he’s followed by a few others. You shrug, deciding to mind your business and keep your eye out for your close friend.

As you turn, a flash of shoulder length blond hair catches your attention. With a grin, you race after him and tap on his shoulder excitedly. “Didn’t think you’d sneak pas— huh?”

Except, the guy turning around is not Odajima Yuken.

Soulless, enticing black eyes meet yours. He raises an eyebrow — you jerk your hand away from his shoulder, his touch suddenly burning you. It feels like you’re the only two ; like an entire city has disappeared and left you in the rubble.

Gulping, you try to reign in your shocked expression, composing yourself clumsily. “Sorry, I—“

“You know this person, boss?” Someone new stands to his right. Black hair is styled in a sort-of-mohawk way, red lining his eyes until it’s pointed into a wing. He looks you over, lips curving as he does. “Not bad…”

Blackened eyes still haven’t left your figure. “I don’t.”

“I thought you were someone else,” you speak quickly. Your palms feel sweaty ; itchy with the stares piercing into you. You want nothing more than to get away from this situation ; to get away from the blond in front of you. “I’m so sorry. I’ll leave now.”

The call of your name stops you, freezes you in place. Yuken strolls up casually, his hands in his pockets. He eyes your company, “making friends?”

“Ah.” The dark haired boy speaks. He goes from the stranger to Yuken and back again. “Makes sense. They do look alike.”

Your eyes find his once more and you freeze again before looking away. “Again, I’m really sorry.”

Turning quickly, you wrap a trembling hand around the inside of Yuken’s elbow, halfway dragging him away. Get out of this situation ; get away from them. You let out a small breath of relief — you can still feel his eyes on you.

Your name is called again, quieter this time.

Kokonoi hums, looking at his boss in question. “Something up?”

Mikey doesn’t answer, simply stares after you. As you look back one last time, you can’t figure out the tingling you feel. Can’t understand why the stranger behind you emits such an odd response from you.

The right side of his mouth tilts up as you flinch and look away. “Cute.”

——♡——

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[fertilize-my-eggs]

Getting some sugar from the king

A/N: this is other reupload, don't worry I'll be making three parts to this, I remember someone ask me for a sugar daddy shigaraki x reader soo I hope the smut in the next few days, btw this older tenko and he's gonna be season six soo not a skinny gamer boy. ( I KNOW THIS IS CRINGE LEAVE ME ALONE )

Warnings: ddlg + age gap + insecure reader + slightly antsy + little masturbation.

You sigh heavily, your face is covered in sweat as you begin to tear up a bit, you are on the floor curled into a ball… crap I can't pay rent for this apartment.

You feel stressed from college, having a job and still can't pay the rent. You pull your phone out and ask your friend for advice.

You: [ hey bestie… I need some advice for paying this rent and I… Idk what to do please help >n< ] 

You click send and wait for a few minutes, you hear a bing from your phone and begin to read.

Number 1# bestie: [ Hoiii~!! Uhh I'm not sure bestie but you have to promise not to get mad? ]

You: [ mhmm why? If it's something crazy then I will murder you -_- ]

Number 1# bestie: [ pleaseeee bestie promise me >.< ]

You remove the sweat from your face as you begin to type.

You: [ alright… fine I promise now tell me. ]

They were typing, then pausing for a few seconds then typing again.

You let out a loud gasp as your eyes wided.

Number 1# bestie: [ okiee!! How about you find yourself a sugar daddy?? 0.0 I meant I've been a sugar baby for quite a while and I-... Been thinking they will help you out plus you need to relieve some stress girly… gets some d in you😏😜  ]

You cover your mouth, start to laugh.. Me as a sugar baby??? Would anyone give me money that easily? You begin to sigh long and heavily as your head taps the wall.

No one's gonna want a fat woman like me, you knew your best friend almost your whole life. You were more curvy while they were slim and petite. She could get anyone that fast and you weren't really interested in dating in the past but hey gotta get some quick buck to pay rent.

You: [.... Okay I'll try but it's just gonna paid rent… you play too much lmaoooo 💀💀 ]

You: [ soo uhh how do I get a sugar daddy? ]

You hear the bing again and see she's sent a link.

Number 1# bestie: [ this is where I find my men!! Goodluck on finding some men and good dick~!! >v<]

You: [ STOP YOU PLAY TOO MUCH!! I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN…. But thanks you bestie luv u😊💕 LMAOOOO  ]

You see the laughing emojis and some spicy emojis along with it as you roll your eyes.

You click the link and it pops into a website as you begin to read, you get a little nervous but you need the cash fast..

After creating an account, you start to scroll, you see different men with different status and your eyes begin to wided.

How the hell do they get so much money??

You click on a profile that has very interesting photos and status.

Name: tenko shimura

Gender: male

Age: 45

Status: one billion

 looking for a long term, someone to keep me company and unlock a player two to play with. (Looking for 20-45 women, close by)

He's really an interesting human being… Wait, is he a gamer?? You look at the photos of him as he is in some casual wear, sometimes even a shirtless pic or two… you can't help but get flustered, he's pretty athletic and has some scars on his-... Oh my god is that a cat???

You zoom in to see he has two cats and corgi.

Oh my god… I need to message him.

You begin to type a simple sweet message hopefully he'll be interested in me.

You slowly get up from the floor to get ready for a shower.

You check your phone to see if he messaged back and he did.

Tenko: [ Hello Y/n, thank you for the message. Do you want to meet up? ]

You thought about it and messaged back.

You: [ sure!! We're can meet up by that new coffee cafe shop I hear it's has cats and I've never went there =D tomorrow? I'm available. ] 

You put the clothes on the counter of your small restroom as you begin to remove your clothing as you look at the message.

Tenko: [ sure wear something nice okay pretty? ] 

You start to blush red, wear something nice.. I-.. Uhh I don't have anything fancy like a dress.

You: [ oh I-... I don't have an nice outfit tho. ]

There was little silence in your room until you heard the bing again and your eyes wided more.

Tenko: [ don't worry, we can go shopping after coffee ;) ]

Your cheeks feel like it's on fire and type back.

You: [ awww really? You don't have to… you're too sweet. ]

Tenko: [ shush, I gotta spoil my player two after all. ]

You felt more red and had a huge smile on your face… it's just a payment for rent that all.. As you message back.

You: [ *link* There the coffee shop meet at 8am goodnight tenko~!! ]

Tenko: [ goodnight player two hope you sleep well ;) ]

That wink emoji… I think he's just being playful, you sigh dreamily as you hop into the shower, taking a long shower to get ready for tomorrow.

You feel your belly getting warm and giggle softly.

You start to clean everything, shave your body parts.. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't care, he seems very laid back and chill to talk to for 45 years old.

You wonder, he has very long hair, he probably wears it in a bun or ponytail then you feel your core getting heated.

You slowly have dirty thoughts going through your head as you dream of having a rich gamer have his way with you.

Your fingers slide down your wet body to rub your clit.

Imagine it's his finger and soft gentle voice whispering in your ear.

" you're so wet for me angel. " you pant softly, would he be gentle or rough with you.

Your finger speeds up faster and your other hand moves to your entrance.

"such a filthy whore, you love being played like this?" You nod your head fast into your own dirty fantasy.

You wonder if he can last long or have a big penis… I mean size doesn't matter to you but god hopefully he will be a great lover in bed and doesn't last like two seconds like older men do.

You quietly giggle, your high getting close as you slide two fingers inside.

" mhmm don't stop.. Tenko. " You mumble to yourself.

You finally reach your high when you rub your clit fast, imagine his body being close to you and smelling your sweet scent.

Your body twitches, shaking a bit as you sigh softly.

Fuck… yeah my friend right about one thing, I need to get laid fast.

You quickly get out, take a quick dry off your body then head to your bedroom.

can't wait for tomorrow you thought as you begin to sleep cozy in your soft queen size bed.

#older shiggy #sugar daddy shiggy #tomura x reader #minors dni #fanfic #shigaraki tomura #x reader #chubby reader #smut #mha #bnha

[not-goldy]

Some Jkk are too scared to be serious, but this is how I felt ever since Jk went live and reacted to Jimin after he replied Me too on Jimin's miss you post. So one could say cool, he misses Jimin and he's promoting his solo work like a friend and bandmate would. HOWEVER, that is not what JK did. He turned it up a notch and PURPOSELY blushed, giggled, kicked his feet, stared with heart eyes, gushed and listened to love songs in between switching videos. This to me, is flat out OTT baiting if he doesn't feel some type of way about Jimin, cause he purposely acted that way knowing the camera was on him. I have had Jkk tell me its not baiting, right, if he's in love its not, but if not, to me it was suggestive in his actions, meant to get a reaction to him and Jimin and it worked and only he knows why. Even worse would be if he he's not queer but knows Jimin is and how Jimin use to feel about him and did that. I don't believe this though. I believe Jk is queer and I think the man is in love with jimin. That said, Locals were even talking about that live. Not to mention it dropped during Jk's CK clip/ambassador announcement. So they were trending with 250,000 or more tweets cause of that ad on top of his Jimin live. Ever since then I have been observing Jikook too and then JK kept coming on and doing it. Kept bringing up Jimin, even their past trip. I also look at the timing, when JK's new hang out buddy Tae was busy with his girlfriend Jennie everytime she came back from tour and Tae would go MIA. I just hope it wasn't a case of Jk just looking for company cause he was lonely cause he got ditched by his older bro for his girlfriend. TK would be hanging out while Jennie was gone, but then Jk would always show he was alone when Jennie came back. Maybe its why Jimin kept turning Jk down. Maybe he knew it. Who knows at this point. One thing I learned is Tae is proof you can bait fans into thinking you are dating your bandmate by being over the top clinging and namedropping every 5 seconds, while you have an entire secret girlfriend for 2 years no one knew about til a hacker got angry. Look at festa dinner. His clinginess to Jk had tkk declaring they were married and 3 days later he was caught with jennie in Jeju and confirmed by her leaked pics. A whole mess. I would have left town if I were a tkk and never looked back. What a slap in the mouth (deserved tho, they definitely deserved that slap to reality). I just don't ever want to see this with jikook and it turn out to be the case. I might throw up.

He's leading Jimin on??????

Funny how I used to think Jimin was the one leading him on 😂

"It's worse if he's not queer and he acts like that knowing hoe Jimin feels about him."

I think the same and actually used to say the same thing since day one of their ship inception but in reverse order I guess.

Can you DM me? I would like to go back and forth on this with you. I don't enjoy writing lengthy blogs at this point in my life.

Here's JKs profile

Shy teenage boy thrust into the midst of boys he older boys he respects and admires. He's still trying to figure out what romantic feelings are, what he finds attractive, sexually provocative, and what his sexuality is.

Here comes a hyung closer in age to him that looks- androgynous, is good with expressing himself, isn't shy to speak out and perform infront of everyone. At night he's nice to cozy up to and snuggle- and sometimes they do that naked.

It feels good but he's not sure what it is he's feeling. He just knows they spend a lot of late nights doing nothing in particular and he enjoys it. They have a lot in common, and he's emotionally supportive and creates space around him for him to be himself.

He's falling but he doesn't know it yet.

Then there's the hyung in particular, goofy as fuck messing with things he doesn't understand. He's tempting faith and he doesn't know it. Each time he pokes at this younger Maknae thinking he's in control he's not. Now he's acting a fool pretending he's on top of things. But when he pretends kisses him, he looses his balance. His heart is beating in his chest faster than he can handle.

But he's stubborn. He's not in love and it's not even a crush. Yet he can't stay away either. He can't stop. The teasing back and forth, the push and pull is getting to him. Now doesn't feel like joke when he's being teased back. Now it feels like micro rejection and he stuck wondering why this younger friend keeps pushing away. He wants to be close.

They both dancing around naked fires.

The little boy is getting a hang of it. He's sure he's not into girls. He's sure there's something between him and his beautiful hyung. He's recklessly falling and he's not afraid to fall. He's ready to quit. He can be a dancer. He doesn't have to sing. He doesn't have to be in a band. He doesn't have to hide who he is.

The hyung on the other hand, this his dream. He's worked hard to be here. He works even harder than any one else just to be on the team. He can't risk it. He's not impulsive, he's not young and stupid. He's a hyung. People have expectations of him and he can't let any one down.

He writes it on his ribs- nevermind. But it's easier said than than. He's falling and this is the moment of his youth. It's epic. But he's worried the curtains will eventually fall and they'd have to face reality.

To the best of my knowledge this is Jikook.

Do you see where in this narrative of mine Jungkook is the one stringing Jimin along??

It's always been Jimin with the ball in his court really😩

I'm gonna shed a few tears, I'll come back and read the rest of your post- can you break it into two asks so it's easier for me to respond to the 2nd part separately?

[lunaekalenda]

Any spare head-canons or scenarios for a needy Ren? 🥺🤲 Like maybe him waiting for you to come home from work dressed in nothing but your shirt and clinging to your pillows because it smells like you? Desperately rutting his hips into your bedsheets because your scent is everywhere and he just found your laundry? Whining out his Angel’s name over and over again because he needs them so bad? I’m down horrendous for him and its honestly embarrassing XD

of course, of course! thanks for asking and sorry for the wait! i'm also down bad don't worry it's normal

nsfw under the line · obsession, stalking, possessiveness, yandere behavior · be aware.

· there isn't a moment he hates more than when you have to leave the nice apartment he got when you both started dating. even when he keeps his old apartment, and you didn't care to sleep on it, as little as it was, probably because Ren has something on that flat you shouldn't see. And also, from where will he spy you whenever you go back home?

· If the case is you leaving to sleep at home and clean the apartment you're still paying and in which you pass some nights, with Ren or without him, it's easy. He still has all those little hidden cams and, with a quick walk to his old flat, he can have you again in front of the cam, changing clothes, after showering, and his favorite: missing him.

· If you're leaving for work, that's a whole new world. He doesn't have cams at your workplace -yet- and still, he finds new and creative ways to keep you clear-cut on his mind. First, he has all the audiovisual content he has been collecting since he discovered your apartment number. Pics, videos and audios from the most diverse types and only one purpose: make him hard.

· If he had to rank all the things he has from you, he would definitely put first your first time together. Just hearing you moan his name while his fingers tickle with the memory of you clenching around them makes his eyes shine with lust and his voice break with desire.

· In any ways, it's also common to find him wearing your clothes, specially, your t-shirts. Some of them are too loose for him, some too little, but he still hugs them and takes them to his nose with his eyes closed, imagining you're already there, with him, and not in that stupid work where he has no way to enter.

· He doesn't know how many co-workers you have, how many of them are attractive, how many of them flirt with you. Maybe some are too touchy and maybe some too flirty, but it isn't anything that can't be fixed. Just tell him, and he'll be more than glad to make those hands useless and cut those tongues off so his angel won't get those problems at work anymore and, hopefully, with an example, everyone in the department, no, in the whole company, will learn what happens when you try to touch his angel.

· But, in anyway, he spends most of the time admiring your pics together, remembering the date you had last week or admiring and kissing the ring you bought each other after a couple months together.

· The first hours are pretty easy: he watches a couple videos, probably touches himself to them, cleans the mess he leaves after and daydreams about you and him, and the perfect future both of you are gonna have if you stay by his side, because there isn't anything he wants to avoid more than killing you. Don't obligate him, angel, it's really easy. Why wouldn't you stay with someone who loves you this deep?

· If you're late, he stalks your social apps profiles and also your GPS location - it's not his fault that you sleep leaving the mobile phone so accesible and with a bunch of easy passwords.- He isn't more than a worried boyfriend. Why are you late? Maybe something happened to you... Maybe you're with someone while he waits for you at home.

· Other times, he makes chores. He helps with everything he can, and you can't agree more on how lucky you are for having such an attentive and helper boyfriend by your side. He insists on doing the laundry almost every day, even when you have warned him a couple times because some of your panties - specially, thongs. - have been missing for a while. Ren promises always to search them harder, thinking the washing machine might probably have a hole that makes your panties and only your panties disappear.

· Even when he washes his own underwear, socks and bras, you don't find suspicious that the only things missing are your panties. Ren likes to keep anything that strongly smells like you, usually, with kinky purposes: Likes to touch himself with your t-shirts on, to put them between his teeth to get the scent closer; to improvise a flesh-light with your pillow, the one you use for your pretty face, and your bedsheets, that still keep the smell of your gel; to wrap your underwear around his cock and to use it for his own pleasure. There are little things he enjoys, solo fun with you in mind.

· Already at night, your absence is unbearable for him. He calls you at the exact hour your turn finishes and sends you messages to know he should go and pick you up. Gets happy as a puppy whenever you text him a selfie for his private collection with the caption "I'm way home!"; but also get irremediably sad whenever you delay because of extra work. Sometimes, that sadness just makes him wait for you on the couch, pouting as your name escapes from his mouth.

· Other times, it makes him a little angry, but nothing that will transcend after putting you against the first surface he finds and remembering you that there's a boyfriend who loves his angel very much and waits for their return everyday to find them being late. Making him wait. But no worry at all, angel. Starting tomorrow, you'll probably keep a mic and a cam on so he can make sure you're being productive and not leaving him, alright?

#ren #14 days with you #ren 14 days with you #ren 14dwy #ren x reader #ren x you #ren x y/n #ren/[REDACTED] x reader #redacted x reader #ren/redacted #14dwy #14dwy headcanons #14dwy fanfiction #14dwy fic #14dwy x reader #14 days with you fanfiction #tw: yandere #tw: obsession #tw: killing mention #tw: stalking

[a-strange-inkling]

I hope this doesn’t sound odd (but then again I have Cheech from Cheech & Chong as my profile pic so nothing is odd for me lmao) but you’ve mentioned the Munson family having an affinity for Disney (especially since the 90s was a peak period for the company lol) and I wanna ask if it’s ok what are Eddie, Chrissy, and the girls’ favorite Disney movies?

Omg I love this question so much! ✨✨ Not odd at all!

The girls are like me and got to grow up during the renaissance! What a time to be alive!

As we know Maggie’s favorite is The Lion King, she also loves The Little Mermaid too. She vibes with Ariel. Some others include The Rescuer’s Down Under, Hercules and Mulan when those come out.

Livvy’s all time favorite is Beauty and the Beast it’s her favorite movie throughout her whole life, of course Aladdin and Little Mermaid are high ranking. She’s a huge fan of Hunchback when that comes out. She also enjoys some Disney Dark Age ones too like The Black Cauldron and The Great Mouse Detective.

Chrissy’s favorite is Beauty and the Beast as an adult, but she loved Robin Hood, Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty best as a little girl. Tangled becomes her new favorite the moment that comes out.

Eddie is thrown into the Disney world by his daughters, he’s more of a Star Wars guy (I know he and the girls have long debates about the originals, the prequels and then the sequels throughout the years lol), but growing up he liked Robin Hood and Fox and the Hound (Chrissy can’t watch that, it’s too sad for her).

But watching with the girls, he admittedly enjoys Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast and even The Lion King before he’s over exposed lol He also vibes with Hunchback too, it’s super hardcore and he enjoyed the book in High School.

#hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #old haunts #ask answered

[tomorrowusa]

The formerly respectable platform formerly known as Twitter has become a haven for Russian trolls (many of whom are likely bots).

Comrade Musk is intent on repeatedly performing digital fellatio on Vladimir Putin. I suppose that failing oligarchs need their own safe space.

Now analysis by a volunteer group of researchers who track Russian-language information operations on X says Russian trolls flocked to Musk’s post and news accounts that reported on his meme. “The Zelensky tweet from Musk seems to be the most commented by Kremlin trolls over nearly three months,” says Antibot4Navalny, the anonymous group of volunteers behind the findings. In the days after the post, around 160 inauthentic accounts pushing pro-Russian messaging sent some 400 posts praising Musk as a “Russian patriot” and photoshopping him into Russian military uniforms, according to the group. They say the main messaging can be summarized, in part, as “Comrade Musk supports Russia.” Three independent experts, including one former disinformation researcher at Twitter, reviewed the findings from Antibot4Navalny and concluded that the accounts praising Musk and pushing Russian narratives are likely to be part of a coordinated campaign. They say that while there was a small number of accounts pushing the messaging—the post has 93 million views—the targeting may show the accounts testing their messaging and tactics.

Hey, it's the RUSSIANS who are calling Musk "a "Russian patriot". From them, it's a compliment. Outside of Russia in the current context, it's more likely to refer to war criminals committing genocide.

One former Twitter disinformation researcher, granted anonymity to allow them to speak freely without fear of retaliation, looked at a sample of the accounts highlighted by Antibot4Navalny. “Most accounts had multiple signs of inauthenticity,” the former staff member says, pointing out that their analysis was done using public-facing data, and only X would be able to make “hard findings” based on technical data available to the company. The former staff member says the accounts had repeated behavior in reposts and “inconsistent or clearly falsified” personal information. “There was a spectrum for how realistically or well chosen an account's profile pic is,” they say, with some profile images being pulled from elsewhere online.

It's likely that Russia is using Twitter as a wide open proving ground for disinformation for the 2024 US election.

If you are still on Twitter/X, you are an unintentional accessory to Putin, Musk, and MAGA fanatics. I don't even visit Twitter any more. The only time I see tweets are when people post them elsewhere.

It may be painful to leave Twitter if you've been there for years, but think of it as analogous to quitting smoking or some other bad habit. You'll soon be digitally healthier after you leave.

#twitter #x #elon musk #russia #vladimir putin #russian bots #disinformation #musk is a 'russian patriot' #путин хуйло #stand with ukraine #leave twitter #quit twitter #delete twitter #ffs get off of twitter

[mywillbedone]

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[plaintext: Checker]

Checker is a blonde coyote.

His youth in a small high desert town was not unconventional, and he worked for a time at a mortuary, before deciding to fake his own death in a dirt bike "accident" to give himself a new start and avoid coming out to his family and community.* He briefly (very briefly) attended classes in Boulder, CO.

One afternoon, Checker left class in his beat up Corolla, and just started driving. Wherever whims took him. He finally ran out of gas just down the road from a convenience store outside of [redacted]. At the Reel Quick (goods and bait, open late for your convenience!) he was promptly adopted by the proprietor, Mr. Bramble. Mr. Bramble has made it his mission to make sure every trans kid in the county knows they have a safe place with him (his mama bear instincts are strong).

Checker is now the only employee at the Reel Quick outside of the Bramble family. (Though they will all insist he's family too.) Mr. Bramble was delighted to have a willing graveyard shift employee, though Checker often works other shifts too.

Most nights Checker spends in the company of his mixtape and thc vape. Sometimes, his best friend Betony (or perhaps he's just Bet's best friend?) drops in to hang out and do appalling experiments with convenience store food and appliances.

Checker is a romantic at heart, and hopes one day to make something of himself and reconcile with his family.

*it was not convincing. bank statements in his name still arrive at his parent's home, and most of his belongings disappeared at the same time. they hope one day he will return and explain himself, but feel that they should give him the space to do it on his own terms if he was that desperate.

Likes:

90s alternative

novelty baseball caps

home baked treats

caffeinated drinks

fishing

not having to stock because someone else always seems to do it while he's gone

Dislikes:

anything that makes his anxiety worse (basically every situation)

authority

the fact that he's never seen the gasoline refilled at the shop

social media

doing dishes

full pic of Checker:

#open late for your convenience #checker #the music canonically exists in his world so yeah that means all of these artists have a furry version in my brain #no i wont tell u my hcs #i have more backstory and general plot concepts so if u wanna ask #abt other characters worldbuilding what the storys gonna be about etc feel free #Spotify

[nancydrewwouldnever]

Sydney Sweeney has her own movie production company and she's only in her 20s. Do you think Chris will have his one day or put in the work to make that happen? Because if he's really doing the gene kelly movie that's going to require so much work and training and right now it seems like he doesn't want to do that . Idk if this made sense

No, he never will. He piggybacks onto Mark Kassen's company, it seems. Look at that Gene Kelly project PR release from January 2022 - it specifically states Kassen as co-producer.

#ask #gene kelly project