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rinhaler · 5 months

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toji fucking his step daughter because his wife won’t give him any attention and she’s the second best thing :3

-🌹

daddy toji my beloved :3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, praise (good girl), biting, age gap, stepcest, cheating, daddy kink, creampie, bimbofication, virginity loss, fingering, masturbation.

words: 2k

Toji doesn’t know what to think, what to feel, whenever he sees you floating around the house. You’re confident, that he knows. Short skirts and tiny t-shirts are usually your go to attire, whether you’re at home or going out with your friends, you often dress scantily.

He tried scolding you about it, but you didn’t listen. And his wife, well, maybe if she supported him more he wouldn’t be thinking such oh so inappropriate things about his cute little step daughter.

“Where is she?” you ask, rudely, snapping Toji from his thoughts as you lean across the breakfast bar. He has to force himself to not look down your top, your cleavage on full display. Though his eyes do slip downward when he realises you aren’t even looking at him, too engrossed with your phone. “Said she’d give me money t’get my nails done.” you tell him, and he now knows you’re referring to your mother.

“She’s back to school shopping with Megumi.” he tells you, breaking his stare from your low cut crop top and looking into your eyes. Have you always been so skanky?

You’re a grown woman. He can’t believe you’re still leaching off of your mother. Nails can’t be that expensive. You should get a job and pay for them yourself. What makes you so special that you just get whatever you want just because you asked?

“Oh, well, you’ll have to gimme it.” you smile at him briefly before texting your friends again. You don’t even notice when he scoffs, shaking his head in disappointment.

What’s annoying him more is the fact that you’re reminding him so much of your fucking mother. Before she grew up, before they grew old, she was exactly like you. Vapid and gorgeous. She had him wrapped around her little finger back in the day, and he’s sure you are the same with every boy you come into contact with.

He feels his cock strain against his slacks as he thinks about all of hot and wild sex they used to have back then. Honestly, these days, he doesn’t remember the last time he got his dick wet. Now he’s just a miserable, pent up dad in a regular marriage. That’s life though, right? That’s just what happens as you get older.

Your wife loses interest and you develop a porn addiction.

“I’m not pay—”

You silence him as you pull your old school pink flip phone to your ear and hold up a finger in front of him, smiling when you hear your friends voice. “Yeah I’ll be there in thirty! Daddy’s givin’ me the money.” you beam at him, your shoulders bouncing as you talk excitedly.

Toji shakes his head again, reaching into his back pocket to grab his wallet.

He’s wrapped around your finger, like mother like fuckin’ daughter.

“I’m not fucking Satoru!” you tell your friend, rolling your eyes. Your step father freezes, for just a moment, before pulling out some money from his wallet. You look down at his hand and see the pitiful amount, taking his wallet from him and stealing a few extra bank notes while you rest your phone between your ear and shoulder. “Ugh. No one believes me! Do you? Whenever I tell anyone ‘m a virgin they think I’m lying.”

“Hang up the phone.” Toji tells you, but you barely hear him. You look at him for a split second before focusing on the call again.

“No, I didn’t! I sucked him off and that’s all I’ve done.” you huff. “Also my step dad is here so, like, stop talking about it.”

“Kid, hang up the fuckin’ phone.” he tells you, louder.

“Wait a sec,” you tell your friend, moving the phone away from your ear. “What?”

“Hang. Up.”

“Oh my God!” you moan, “I’ll meet you there, Toji wants to talk to me— yeah I’m probably getting in trouble because of you! Hahaaaa okay, byeeee~!” you smile, hanging up and giving your full attention to your step-father. He doesn’t speak, and neither do you. Not for a while, not until the silence makes you too uncomfortable to keep it going. “Is this ‘cuz of the money? You didn’t give me enough.”

“I— no, sweetheart.” he shakes his head. “Were you lyin’ to your friend, just now? About being a virgin?”

“Hm? No, why?”

Toji huffs out a breath, his cheeks filling with air as he thinks things through. He’s shocked, to say the least. He always thought you were putting out like a pro. He knows you’ve been on birth control for years. He’s had to drive you to get your injection a few times. He never thought about it much, just a regular dad chore when your mother wasn’t available.

But you’re a woman, now.

He’s surprised you haven’t been fucking since you were a teenager. But he’s even more surprised that you aren’t sexually active, now. He can’t help but wonder why. What’s stopping you? You dress like a slut, after all. Why aren’t you acting like one?

He reaches over and grabs his wallet and the money from your hand. You want to protest, but he walks by you too quickly for you to object. He hurries up the stairs and slams the door after himself.

“A— Am I grounded?!” you yell, hoping for a response.

Nothing.

You follow up the stairs, running up them as best you can in your high heels, and wait outside of his bedroom door. You knock a few times, and get no response. So you begin to pound on the door.

“Toji! You can’t ground me anymore!”

“You’re not grounded, come here.” he instructs. You open the door and walk into the room. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, belt unbuckled and zipper down. He must be changing into something comfier to wear around the house. “Sit.” he tells you, patting his hand on his lap.

You go to him, immediately, sitting sweetly on his thick thighs as he thinks about what to say.

“Didn’t realise you were such a good girl,” he tells you, kissing your shoulder softly. “You’re like a nice version of your mother.”

“Should divorce her if y’don’t like her, daddy.” you tell him, looking down at your imperfect nails. You giggle when you feel him bounce you on his leg.

“Maybe I should.” he tells you. “But I’ll be lonely.”

“You’ll have me ‘n Megumi!” you remind him. “Well, maybe not me as much, but, y’know.”

“Ah, sweetheart, don’t wanna lose you. Not now, not ever.” he kisses your shoulder again. “How come you’re a virgin, huh? Savin’ it?”

“Mhmm… wanna give it to someone special.” you tell him, looking his direction and batting your pretty, false eyelashes. “Everyone thinks ‘m a slut… but ‘m not! Promise! Makes me embarrassed that I haven’t done it yet, sometimes, though.”

His cock aches as he hears you talk. How dumb yet adorable you sound as you discuss your sex life, or lack there of. He isn’t even a little surprised that people don’t believe you, he wouldn’t have believed it himself if you hadn’t told him. He can see in your pathetically wet eyes, though, that you’re being truthful.

He is overwhelmed by the need to bare his soul to you. To tell you what he wants. What he needs and desires from you most right now. There’s no shame within him as he puts his hand down his pants and wraps his hand around his cock, pulling it free. He holds your body in place with his free hand, his arm possessing enough strength to keep you firmly in place.

You’re just like your mother.

If your mother wasn’t a cold, celibate bitch.

“Daddy wants to be your someone special, darlin’.” he informs you, words warbling as he pleasures himself behind your back.

You can hear it. You can hear the tacky sound of his cock being rubbed again and again. The way his breath and speech is slightly uneven. He sinks his teeth into your bare shoulder and you wince. It’s not too hard, but it was unexpected.

He’s surprised you don’t object when he splits your legs apart so that you’re straddling one of his thighs. His hand roams up your thigh and beneath your skirt, towards your clothed cunt. Though when he gets too close, your legs shut, quickly.

“You’re my daddy, you can’t touch me there!” you remind him. But he knows. He knows he’s your daddy and that’s exactly why you should let him. Admittedly, part of you wants him to. You want to feel someone make contact with your untouched core for the very first time.

Someone that isn’t you.

You’re sure Toji is very experienced. He’s so handsome, even now. You’ve seen pictures of him when he was your age over two decades ago. He’s beautiful, like a film star. You know he was fucking like it was going out of fashion.

Your mother has told you what a stallion he is in bed, you’re close like that. There’s no secrets or shame between you. And honestly, it did make you feel a little jealous. You felt like you were missing out on something. Sex, in general, and Toji.

But you never thought you’d be like this, with him.

“Baby, who’s gonna make you feel more special than your daddy, hah?” he asks. You feel your resolve weakening as he kisses your neck deliciously. You want to scream at him, to tell him where you want him to touch you.

He teases your body until your arching and squirming to follow his touch. And you practically cream around his thigh when he lifts up your top and tweaks your nipple. You’re weightless in his hold as he moves you around like you’re his little doll. He licks and laves over your pulse point while playing with your tits. His free hand moves your panties aside with a goal in mind. Two thick fingers slide effortlessly into your tight, virgin slot. The resistance is there but he ignores it. You ignore it.

And within minutes you’re having your first orgasm on account of another person. You aren’t sure why your mother has stopped having sex with Toji, you’d be begging him for it every chance you got if this brief encounter is anything to go by.

“Fuck me, daddy, please? Please—”

“Thought daddy’s can’t touch their little girls there?” he smirks, already helping you turn around to face him. He kisses you, sloppily, as he lines his thick cock up with your tight hole. “Sh, sh, shhh, baby… good girl, c’mon, take daddy’s cock. Jus’ like that.” he talks you through it as you sob. Little cunt stretching to accommodate his monstrous size.

“T-Too big! Daddy’s too big for me!” you tell him, though he silences you with another kiss.

Truth be told, he doesn’t particularly care if it hurts or not anymore. He doesn’t care if you can’t take him, because you will. He does all of the work for you, lifting you up and down like a toy while he thrusts up into you.

He almost cums from the sight of your eyes turning white and your tongue hanging out as he pummels into your sweet spot. He wonders if you’ll keep telling your friends you’re a virgin. It’ll be a fun little secret, for both of you, he thinks.

He finishes with a string of grunts, fucking his seed deep into you again and again until he’s got nothing left to give.

You feel so icky and sweaty as he starts to calm down from his release. He kisses you, sweetly, thanking you repeatedly. He needed this badly. It’s not even just sex anymore. He’s tired of feeling lonely and he’s tired of being neglected.

You’re not your mother though, are you?

You won’t make him feel like that.

“Don’t tell her, sweetheart.” he tells you, brushing your hair from your face and kissing your cheek. He grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding you to look at him as he speaks. “This stays between you ‘n me, alright?”

“Mhmm!” you nod, leaning forward eagerly to kiss his lips. “Always wanted you to be my special person…” you confess.

“Yeah?” he smiles at that, you really are sweet when you want to be.

“Wanna do it again, daddy. Can we?”

“Of course,” he nods, “I’m addicted to this little pussy, now.”

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iwannasuckyourmonstercock · 2 months

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Never alone

Yandere Kim Hongjoong x Reader

Warnings: Stalking, creepy bf but he really just loves you <3, spanking but no smut, maybe I'll do a smutty part two - "I'm Hongjoong by the way, nice to meet you." the man in front of you told you while you were still unsure if it was really that nice. Probably not as he was at fault that your cute crop top was now dripping wet and the sticky feeling of the liquid wasn't all that nice on your skin.

You knew going to that damned party was a mistake. When your friends first asked you to come to the frat party you had cringed at first. Rightfully so because first of all was it a frat party and they always ended with at least one person in an ambulance and secondly would you have to go out. Now, it wasn't like it was going out that you particularly didn't like. No, usually you loved going to parties, going for a walk or going out for shopping. But lately it had begun to feel uneasy. Whenever you stepped outside you could feel it.

Lingering eyes, faint footsteps. Someone was always following you. You didn't have any proof to be fair but you knew it. Call it seventh sense or whatever but it made you not wanting to go out for anything at all anymore.

Obviously nobody would believe you, call you paranoid. So you didn’t tell anyone. Your friend Yuna had always been way too convincing and she was the very reason why you were now standing in front of an incredible attractive man that had just emptied his whole cup of whatever he had on your top.

After he had apologized a million times he had dragged you up to the bathroom, giving you a towel to dry yourself up. It seemed that he was one of the boys that were hosting that party as he left you shortly just to come back with a fresh shirt for you. "You can change if you want... It must feel terrible against your skin, y/n."

"Ah, thank you... It really does, so thank you." you said, accepting his shirt. After he left the bathroom you cleaned yourself up a little and changed into his shirt. Your white crop top was completely ruined so you didn't bother to try saving it, just putting it in the trash. As soon as you stepped outside you noticed that Hongjoong had waited for you. He looked way too good for someone who was just leaning against the door and playing with his phone. "You didn't have to wait for me."

When he heard your words he looked up, eyes wandering over your body. He looked like he wanted to eat you up right in that moment, but even so he held back, just shifting his gaze to your face.

"Of course I had to. I just ruined your night by being too careless so I have to make it up to you." he grinned, putting his phone in his pocket. "Well, I don't want to ruin your plans but I'll probably leave soon anyway so you don't have to bother with me." "That's a pity. I hoped after getting your attention I had a chance of getting to dance with you." You sighed. He did get your attention. Not in a positive way but still.

At last you decided it wouldn't hurt to dance with him. After all it had been a mistake for which he had apologized and made up for. So you just grabbed his arm, dragging him down to the dance floor. Being outside hadn't felt so good in a long time and dancing with Hongjoong was a lot of fun. The way you two moved to the beat was incredible and you loved how he always found new moves to the songs that came up. Honestly he gave you just what you needed that night. Just a carefree moment.

After some time you two had fetched yourselves drinks in the kitchen, having some small talk. He was an art major. Photography was his focus but he also loved painting he had said. And apparently he even made his own music as he had sheepishly admitted. Sadly you had to leave soon as Yuna had managed to get shitfaced drunk and you weren't too keen on letting her leave alone. When you sat in the taxi with her you cursed yourself, realizing that you two didn't even exchange each others number.

The next encounter with Hongjoong was pure coincidence. You had made the mistake of taking the last victory of going out without any troubles as a sign to go out more often. Maybe he lost interest and stopped? Or maybe you really had been just paranoid?

Now you were basically running down the street. This time you had seen him. It was a guy, well built and tall. And he was following you. For good ten minutes already. The party you had went to this time was in a nightclub. You didn't stay too long, only until 3 am. Yuna had offered to walk you home all the way but you declined it, deciding that you could walk the last ten minutes alone. Well now you didn't even dare to walk home, just running in circles as you didn't want to lead him right to your home. Apparently you didn't pay attention to anything but running so a loud gasp left your mouth when you felt ran against a hard chest. "Wow, you seem very eager to see me again." Hongjoong laughed, putting an arm around your waist so that you wouldn't fall. His laughter died down when he saw your tear stained face. "Oh god, did it hurt or why are you crying...?" he asked carefully.

You slowly shook your head, wiping the tears away with your sleeve. “Someone’s following me… please help me…” you begged him lowly, not daring to look behind you.

He didn’t waste any time before he looked over your shoulder and put his arm around your shoulders now. “Ah, there you are. Finally, I’ve already waited for you. Let’s go home.” He said a bit louder with the intention that the man could hear it.

Than he led you to his car, opening the door for you and letting you in like the gentleman he was before going to the drivers seat to get in himself.

“Would you like me to drive you home or do you want to go to my apartment? I mean, I wouldn’t really want to be alone in a situation like this so if you want to-“

“Yes, let’s please go to yours.” You interrupted him in his sentence. Your stalker knew where you lived, you were sure of it. So it was better to go to a place where he couldn’t follow you. And Hongjoong seemed trustworthy.

Hongjoong nodded and started the engine before starting to drive to his apartment.

It turned out that he didn’t live in the frat house from the last party. He actually had an own apartment. Apparently he shared it with a friend as you noticed how there were more shoes and jackets in the entry than a single man could have. But otherwise it was very clean. No dust, no things standing around.

Also it was very modern, you noticed. A lot of paintings and photographs were on the walls and also hand made statues were decorating the place. It made it look very cool but also very unique.

“Ah… i made it myself. I call it the lucky shot as I feel like this is almost the most beautiful shot I took.” Hongjoong said sheepishly as you stopped at one of the photographs.

“Only almost? What was your most beautiful shot than?”

He stared at you for a moment, eyes darkening for a split second, before chuckling.

“You’d like to know, huh? I deleted it by accident. So I can’t show you but it was a very nice scenery and someone I hold dear was in it.”

“I’m sorry to hear that… it must’ve been hard to realize that you deleted something you value so much…”

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. I’m a bit clumsy sometimes… and at the end I’ve got it captured in my memory. Now… if you want you can take a shower. I should have some make up remover somewhere… Seonghwa, my roommate, had a girlfriend and she placed it somewhere so she wouldn’t have to go to bed with make up… they broke up but he never threw it away.” He explained. “Come in, I’ll show you the bathroom.”

You followed him to the bathroom and smiled. Even the bathroom was clean and it amazed you. Usually two guys living together meant that the place would look like shit.

“Thank you, Hongjoong, really… you saved me from that stalker and-“

“Not helping you wouldn’t have been an option. This is something you should be able to expect from anyone… now go on, the clean towels are under the sink and I’ll leave clean clothes in front of the door… I hope You’re fine with wearing something from me, I don’t have any women’s clothes.”

You nodded softly and waddled into the bathroom. After removing all of the make up and taking a nice shower you felt much better. The clothes Hongjoong had prepared for you were almost fitting perfectly and you had to grin a little.

When you came out you followed the amazing smell until you stood in the kitchen.

“I’m making some ramen. I figured we both would need a late night snack after all this.” He smiled. Apparently he had changed into his pajama too and somehow he looked really hot.

A plain black shirt with some sleeping shorts never looked so good but honestly nobody could blame you. After being followed for almost a month now there was no time for you to truly relax. So you hadn’t had any intimacy in more than a month now. This probably did effect you a lot more than you’d like to admit.

“Thats nice of you…” you smiled and sat down, watching him while he cooked the ramen.

“I can’t leave a pretty girl hungry, can I?” He chuckled. “So was your friend fine? After the party? I remember you had to drag her to the car and she didn’t look good last time.”

You blinked at his words. Did you mention what you had been doing and with who? Surely you did.“Yes… she is fine. Tomorrow she’ll feel awful as she did drink quiet a bit but it should be fine.” You told him with a smile.

“I’m glad. She must have a lot of faith in you if she trusts you to drag her home after every party…” he mumbled under his breath and served the food than in two bowl.

You mumbled a quick thank you before taking the bowl. It wasn’t that special but right now the food seemed better than anything else you could have. And you didn’t even notice how you were devouring the food until Hongjoong chuckled next to you.

“You look really cute when you’re hungry.” He grinned and you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small blush in your cheeks.

“Shut up…"

He just chuckled and returned to his food.

To be honest his presence made you feel incredible comfortable. You couldn't really put your finger on it but even during your first encounter it felt like you knew each other forever already.

Like he knew you inside out.

But you didn't have much time to think about anything as Hongjoong already started another conversation. You two talked for hours and eventually moved to the couch in the living room. A film played on the TV screen but the both of you couldn't really care less about what happened there.

"I swear, I always have the baddest luck ever! I'm not even joking, when I had my last date my alarm clock didn't work, my car broke down and the bus I had to take got into an accident!" you laughed.

Hongjoong laughed really hard and shook his head. "Nah, nothing against me. I actually got there but during the date it turned out she already had a boyfriend. He showed up and made a huge scene. I ended up in the hospital that day."

A small gasp left your lips and you covered your mouth so he couldn't see how you had to hold back your laugh. You both had no luck with dates it seemed. He nudged your shoulder with a small chuckle.

"It's okay... You can laugh about it. I didn't die so it's okay." he assured. "We both have are just not really meant to go on dates, I guess."

"I guess we're not meant to go on dates... We'll find our other half in a different way." you sighed and looked over to him. His eyes were fixated on you and it made you a bit nervous which made you stop in the middle of your sentence.

"Like meeting our soulmate at a frat party..." he breathed out without breaking the eye contact.

"Or getting saved by our soulmate from some creep..." you added and noticed how the man in front of you got a bit closer to you.

Somehow it felt right when he got even closer and slowly cupped your cheek with his hands. His intense gaze was still on you and it made you almost blush. It made you feel like the most wanted person on earth. Like he wanted more than just a bit of fun for the night. Like he really, really loved you.

"Is this okay for you..?" he whispered against your lips.

So you just leaned forward to him to feel his soft lips on yours. Both of you clearly wanted it and right now you wanted nothing but him.

Quickly the shy kissing turned into a heavy make out session and he had pulled you on his lap, his arms around your waist. His smell was all around you and it made you dizzy. Everything felt right and soon your clothes were on the floor while the both of you made love on the couch in Hongjoongs living room.

Everything was perfect.

Nothing was perfect.

It had started with a small fight over something so mundane and now you two were full blown fed up with each other. And also way too proud to apologize to the other. Also, the stalking only got worse.

“You’re both way too fucking stubborn. Either you love each other and make up or this could be the last time you talked to him.” Yuna huffed, throwing a pillow into your face.

With a sigh you caught it, shaking your head.

“You… don’t understand. I don’t get why he would even ever be jealous because a friend stayed the night over! He did sleep on the couch and we know each other from our childhood on!” You sighed, shaking your head.

“Maybe he is just insecure or something like that. And you wouldn’t like him having a woman stay with him too.”

It wasn’t that at all. You hid the fact that Hongjoong had looked like he could smash the face of your friend when he came into your apartment in the morning, seeing you both together in the kitchen.

And he almost did, if you hadn’t stopped him.

It was scary and something you’ve never seen him do before. Ever. That was a side of him you didn’t even know existed.

Yuna consoled you a little longer before she had to leave, wanting to catch the last bus.

After she left you wrapped in your blanket, watching some drama and eating some leftovers.

Right now you didn’t want to think about Hongjoong nor your stalker. So you watched the drama, letting it distract you from the fact that you had to talk to Hongjoong sooner or later. Rather later, if possible tho.

And for your stalker.... You would have to go to the police. You swore you saw someone taking pictures of you. And a dark, looming shadow followed you wherever you went to. It was frightening.

Soon, you feel asleep like this, the drama continuing to play as your eyes fell shut.

When you woke up you were met with darkness. The TV was out and it was weirdly cold.

Slowly you rubbed your eyes, yawning and stretching a little. When another cold breeze hit your now exposed skin you shivered.

Where did that come from?

Quickly you stood up, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders as you went through your apartment to see where it came from.

You froze when you saw an open window. And not only that, a person was climbing out of it, apparently a little startled as you came as they began to hurry.

Screaming, crying, yelling, throwing things after the person or calling the police - you should do all those things. But instead you couldn’t move.

The stalking hadn’t stopped. And they even got into your apartment now. It was hella creepy and soft sobs left your mouth as you slowly sunk down to the floor, crying out of fear.

What did they want from you? Steal? Hurt you?

Either way, the feeling was horrible and the only thing you could do was call your boyfriend. You couldn’t say a thing but your soft sobs were enough to alert your boyfriend who sounded like he had just woken up.

Only five minutes later was he with you, using the spare key you had gotten him.

It should’ve alerted - after all he lived at least fifteen minutes away.

But in that moment all you could think about was how warm he felt against you and how good he smelt.

God, you had missed Hongjoong. No matter how hard you had tried to hide that.

“It’s alright, baby… it’s alright… I’m there now…” he told you soothingly, rubbing your back and kissing your forehead.

He was all you needed right now.

A few weeks passed and things changed. You had moved in with Hongjoong.

Seonghwa, his roommate, was alright with it. You two got along very well and he understood your situation and that you didn’t exactly want to be alone - nor did you want to stay in your old place.

Hopefully the stalking would stop now. With two dudes in the apartment nobody would dare to break in, right?

Being with Hongjoong felt safe and you decided to forget the accident with him and your childhood friend. It had been a one time thing after all, he’d never do it again. Your boyfriend had promised that.

“Babe, are those the last few bags?” Hongjoong asked, hands full with your stuff.

“Yea, that’s all.” You confirmed and he sighed in relief. A huff left your lips.

“What? Tired? Seonghwa carried most of them, you know.” You chuckled, shaking your head.

Your boyfriend grinned and put his arms around you. “Yes, but I carried the heaviest boxes, you know.”

You couldn't even be mad at him - he was cute as he cuddled up to you, although his sweaty skin was a bit sticky. He was calmed down by your presence as much as you were with his. It was endearing, really.

"Shower, babe. You need a shower." You told him, softly pushing him away.

It made him whine and cuddled up to you even more. Obviously he was very much against the idea, shaking his head and pouting cutely. He obviously knew which weapons to use against you. His cute side always got the best of you after all.

"Than... how about a shower together?" you suggested, making him smirk and nod in agreement. Well, what a surprise. - You were shaking.

It had been a dream. Living with Seonghwa and Hongjoong was a dream. Hongjoong spoiled you with all the attention and love, while Seonghwa mostly took care of the duties around the apartment. You learned that Hongjoong covered Seonghwas part of the rent too and in return Seonghwa cooked and cleaned. All in all, a wonderful thing. Especially since you were free from your stalker. At least you thought so.

For a few weeks it had worked. And now? You wanted to do a nice thing and clean for Seonghwa while they were both out.

By now you had your degree - but as of right now there hadn't been any job offer for you. Not even any replies to the ones you applied for. Frustration was slowly creeping into you but your boyfriend was very encouraging, reassuring that you would for sure get a nice job soon. He kept your spirits up and provided everything for you without a single complaint. You had never asked for that - but received it all nonetheless. Hongjoong was a proud and stubborn man. And once he was set on something, there was no use arguing.

Well, the least you could do was help Seonghwa than, right?

And now you were devastated. While dusting Hongjoongs office room you almost tripped over a tile. Obviously you wanted to fix it, you couldn't have your love tripping on it, could you?

But when you noticed that something was underneath the tile you knew that whatever was there, Hongjoong didn't want anyone to find it. What could it be? You knew a lot of your boyfriend. Still, sometimes you felt like he didn't tell you the whole truth.

He worked a lot, but still, he could afford this expensive apartment, provide for both you and himself and he also still had enough money to suggest a vacation. With the job he had in an office... Well, maybe if he had a few more years of experience. But as a newbie it was not really believable. You simply chose to believe him when he explained that his passion for making beats and songs got him a few extra thousands a month.

Despite your gut telling you not to, you opened the box you found under the tile.

A loud gasp left your lips when you saw the pictures of you, along with letters and private objects from your life that got lost way before you even knew Hongjoong.

"What are you doing?!" You heard a harsh voice.

It was Seonghwa. You were lucky. If it had been Hongjoong, you would've been in trouble.

But when you turned around, his face told you everything.

He wasn't surprised. He wasn't shocked. He wasn't completely shaken like you were. He knew. He fucking knew.

Seonghwa knew that his best friend was the stalker that you so desperately tried to get rid of. He knew that he was sick, invading your privacy, taking pictures of you and stealing your panties, jewelry and more.

"N-No... Hwa, please... please don't tell me..."

You wanted to throw up. It made you sick.

"He isn't like that... He really loves you. More than anything in the world." Seonghwa tried to reason with you, but the tears were already running down your cheeks.

He let you as you pushed him away, going to your room and getting a bag so you could quickly pack the most important things up before your boyfriend - your stalker - would return.

Only when you wanted to flee the apartment did he stop you, holding your wrist and pulling you into his chest.

"Shhh.... Shhhh.... Don't worry. He will always take care of you... You love him, don't you? It doesn't even change anything." he told you, seemingly also trying to believe the words Hongjoong had fed him.

When you got violent, he did too. With force he dragged you into Hongjoongs room, cuffing you up.

"Let me go! Fucking psychos!" you accused him, trashing around and trying to kick him with your feet.

"Hongjoong will understand..." he mumbled, ignoring you and leaving you alone. You could only wait for your doom.

"You have been such a good girl... Why now?" he asked, disappointment lacing his voice. A loud smack resonated in the room as Hongjoong hit your bottom for the tenth time.

Tears were running down your cheeks and you sobbed. It hurt, but your body was only turned on, reminded by the many nights where Hongjoong had trained you to love this pain.

"Now you must act up... Bad." Smack. "Girl." Smack. "I gave you everything and you act like this just because of something like this? Just let it go. I only wanted to take care of you, watch out for you. Only I am allowed to hurt you."

Stubbornly you shook your head. "N-No... You fucking stalked me, you are crazy, leave me alone!" you fought him, making him chuckle darkly.

"Remember darling, you are never alone."

#yandere #kim hongjoong #yandere kim hongjoong #yandere hongjoong #yandere ateez #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez hongjoong #stalker hongjoong #creepy ateez #dark hongjoong #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #hongjoong smut #hongjoong

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im-yn-suckers · 25 days

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Hi! I saw your post about Enha with a Latina reader and I was wondering if you could do one with an American reader if possible? Thank you if you do!!

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ bf!enha x american!gf!reader ·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙✩warnings; kissing, food, mention of thongs, very minor cursing. not proofread!!✩̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙ ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ mia says; oh em gee suys i posted !!american go crazyyy im american yall fr⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

⁺₊heeseung

he loves going to basketball games with you. and like he WILL buy you tickets to go see the lakers

hes not the biggest fan of rollercoasters but hell go on one w u !!

you wear an "american aesthetic" outfit but its really js mary janes w frilly socks, a skirt n crop top (is pinterest stereotypical guy ??)

⁺₊jay

american gf and american bf>???? he will take you to cinnabon on dates while in seattle and would love going to new york to see the empire state building, going to florida for disney, dc, chicago, cali etc.

one time while in cali, you were eating in n out and you fell in love all over again bc hes just so pretty eating a burger in the car watching the sunrise.

'babe, since we're in chicago, wanna take the cta?? it might be fun'(had to inlcude my home) it WAS NOT. some crackhead got on the bus and started cursing

⁺₊jake

'are you patriotic' 'HELL YES I AM' with a custom made american flag w you on it (like the chaewon one)

'babe, these are thongs' 'THOSE ARE FLIP FLOPS JAKE' 'then whagts a thong??' 'um. what do aussies say?? oh!! bum floss' "THATS A THONG???' yes babe that what it is

will watch baseball games w u ^^ (pt1)

⁺₊sunghoon

listens to lana del ray w u

'jolly ranchers?? never had em" and will get a headache for eating five back to back

'wait targets are real??" yes baby boy, they are

⁺₊sunoo

apparently apple pie is american (??) so hed for sure love it !!

omg babe, please take im to baskin robbins please. and let him get mint choc ice cream

'tipping?? tf, no' he WILL roll his eyes. if you have seent hat one clip where him and jay were shopping somewhere, they bought smth and needed change. jay walked away w/o the change and sunoo waited ToT

⁺₊jungwon

'baby, look at that huge bird!!!' 'the bald eagle??' 'it doesnt look very bald to me :(' 'no wonnie, its called a bald eagle' 'but why, it has feathers??'

so apparently having cookouts is an american thing (?? pt2) and wonnie would have so much fun !!

'baby i want it!!!' 'an american girl doll??" "yea!!'' wonnie :(

⁺₊niki

watches baseball games w u (pt 2) and basketball games (pt 2) w matching jordans and jerseys. hed also buy lakers tickets ^^

will watch the real houswives of dallas bc why not

'are you patriotic' 'HELL YES I AM' with a custom made american flag w you on it part 83 never shuts up abt you bc he loves america (source:weverse)

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barbsgirlfriend · 3 months

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Velvet & Veneer Headcanons Pt. 3

(If you notice inconsistencies between posts it is because I use google translate. My first language isn’t English, it is Swedish. And I also changed some stuff)

Velvet✨✨

Basics

Full name

Velvet Lyric Mazzola

Alias

Vel (pretty much everyone), sis (Veneer)

Age & DOB

19 31/7/05

Gender & Pronouns

Cis Female She/her

Sexuality

Lesbian

Occupation

Singer & Performer

Religion

Agnostic

Appearance

Weight

68.95 kg (152 lbs)

Height

192 cm (6’3)

Body Shape

Rectangle

Body Type

Mesomorph

Skin Color

White

Face Shape

Circle

Hair

Long, wavy, healthy, bright green

Eyes

Round shaped, bright blue

Normal Apparel

Extravagant clothing, skirts, jean shorts, crop tops, makeup

Distinguishing features

Beauty mark above lip, scar on her left arm from childhood, dimples, five tattoos, and a big ahh forehead

Personality

Personality Type

ESTP-A (the entrepreneur)

Short Description

Velvet is extremely goal-orientated, and would put her friends or family down to reach her own goals. She strives for attention and love. Velvet might seem mean on the outside, but deep down she has a soft spot for her twin brother, Veneer. She’s extremely protective of her loved ones, but she isn’t the most reliable. Velvet barks more than she bites, but she can knock a bitch down.

Traits

Mean, ambitious, artistic, humorous, intelligent, controlling, protective, talented, somewhat toxic, and strong

Likes

Bubble baths, perfume, money, shopping, expensive clothes, praise, candles, mani pedis, the beach, purple crop tops, and roses

Dislikes

Trolls, being ignored, cheap perfumes, the feel of velvet fabrics 💀, her parents, being bossed around, balloons

Hobbies

Singing, dancing, songwriting, yoga, sketching makeup ideas, collecting vintage magazines, hairstyling, and zip lining

Fears

Thantophobia, atychiphobia, athazagoraphobia, cynophobia

Backstory

On July 31st, 2005, Velvet was born along with her younger twin brother. Her parents only wanted a boy, so she never got a lot of attention. She was cared for on and off by her parents and grandparents. Velvet made a strong connection with her grandmother, January, who was a famous singer in her days. Her grandmother was the main reason she wanted to start singing.

At the age of six, she was enrolled to a private primary school with her brother. Velvet became instantly popular for her famous grandmother and dentist parents. She became friends with almost everybody and loved her younger years. In year 3, her grandmother passed away. It was difficult on Velvet as she lost her main caretaker and friend.

At the start of secondary school, Velvet started becoming rebellious. She and Veneer would sneak out of the house to go to parties, smoke, etc. Eventually, the two were caught. As a punishment, they were given too many activities to worry about instead of sneaking off. She really started to despise her parents.

Velvet would skip her extracurriculars and use her free time to hangout with her friends or sleep. In year 12, she started dating. Velvet was dating the goalie for the school’s football team. However, he was a cunt. He was toxic and emotionally abusive towards Velvet.

This relationship was very draining for her. It made Velvet’s mental health really decline. One day, she got into a heated argument, and he hit her. Velvet went to protect herself, but Veneer jumped in and beat the fuck out of him. Safe to say, he never messed with her again.

Around that time, she started her singing career. Velvet would post her songs on SoundCloud, and got a few thousand followers! She felt consumed by the fame and wanted MORE. Velvet convinced her twin brother to start singing with her a bit after. They became insanely famous stupidly fast.

Velvet was blinded by her fame and money, making her toxic and controlling. It was so bad that she had to go to weekly therapy to control herself. She moved out of her parents house and into a beach home for her and Veneer.

She lives with Veneer right outside of Mount Rageous. she’s pretty happy now. She loves her life and how far she’s come.

Favorites & Least Favorites

Food

F: East Coast oysters. LF: scrambled eggs

Drink

F: raspberry lemonade. LF: Pepsi

Song

F: Agora Hills (Doja Cat). LF: 9 to 5 (Dolly Parton) she’s sick and tired of crimp singing it

Season

F: Summer. LF: winter

Place

F: her grandmother’s music hall. LF: childhood room

Color

F: purple. LF: red

Relationships

Mother: Veronica Mazzola/56/living

Father: Valentino Mazzola Jr./58/living

Brother: Veneer Mazzola/19/living

Other: Grandma/Mom’s Side/January Harmony/85/deceased, Grandpa/Dad’s Side/Valentino Mazzola Sr./92/deceased

Lover(s): Joey/20/living/ex, Orchid/18/living

Other

Birthplace: Mount Rageous

Residence: 5 miles out of Mount Rageous in a Beach House

Nationality: Mount Rageon

Ethnicity: Mount Rageon

Veneer

General

Full Name

Veneer Adagio Mazzola

Alias

Ven (almost everyone), bro (Velvet)

Age & DOB

19 31/7/05

Gender & Pronouns

Cis male He/him

Sexuality

Bisexual with pref for men

Occupation

Singer & Performer

Religion

Christian

Appearance

Weight

67.13 kg (148 lbs)

Height

183 cm (6’0)

Body Shape

Rectangle

Body type

Ectomorph

Skin Color

White

Face shape

Circle

Hair

Medium, wavy, soft, bright green

Eyes

Round and bright blue

Normal Apparel

Extravagant clothing, heels, jeans, t-shirts, tank tops, bracelets, earrings

Distinguishing features

Scar on upper lip, tooth gap, and three tattoos

Personality

Personality type

ESFJ-A (the consul)

Short Description

Veneer is extremely smart… like VERY smart. He’s insane with how good his intuition is and how quick he can find your biggest insecurities. Veneer is goal-orientated like his older twin sister, but he’s more secretive about it. To most, he only seems to be a flamboyant himbo. But in reality, Veneer is a caring but shady bitch.

Traits

Loud, judgy, overall friendly, happy-go-lucky, flamboyant, sensitive, protective, strong, talented, intelligent, mean

Likes

Pop music, gossip, anything gucci, the champagne toast scent from BaBW, beanies, vintage clothing, expensive jewelry, smell of gasoline

Dislikes

Cheap food, being bossed around, cigarettes, Velvet spraying perfume on him, being tickled, being alone, lavender scent, having no money

Hobbies

Dancing, singing, gardening, shopping, sketching fashion ideas, crocheting, acting, playing tennis, fishing

Fears

Atychiphobia, acrophobia, traumatophobia

Backstory

On July 31st, 2005, Veneer was born along with his older twin sister. Their parents only wanted a boy, so Veneer got the most attention growing up. He was spoiled to death by his parents, but it made him uncomfortable. Ever since he was a toddler, he was weirded out by his parents. However, there was an important figure in his life that made him not uncomfy: Valentino Mazzola Sr.

His grandfather supported his love of dance and acting, but also taught him “manly” things. Veneer was very close to his grandfather. He started attending a private primary school with his twin sister. Quickly, he became popular; not just by his family being famous. Veneer was an extremely nice kid in Primary School.

In middle school, Veneer started to experiment with who he was. He started painting his nails, got his ears pierced, and acted more feminine. But this angered his parents; they said that they didn’t want a gay child. With that, he started becoming very secretive. Veneer didn’t talk to certain people for months on end.

When he got to year 10, his grandfather past away. It was really hard on Veneer. On top of all the stressful activities he had to do; he had to suffer loss. This was when Velvet and Veneer started their singing career. (Ha that rhymed).

He felt so happy that people adored him; he felt even happier his sister was getting the attention she deserved. Due to getting famous, Veneer really stopped caring. He became himself and didn’t give two shits if his parents started complaining.

Veneer became an icon in Mount Rageous quickly. He is just as greedy with his fame as Velvet, but he can control himself more. He loves his life, his family, his boho chic home decorations, and his money.

Favorites & Least Favorites

Food

F: Lobster tail LF: coconut

Drink

F: Pipeline Punch Monster LF: sparkling water

Song

F: I’m Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman (Britney Spears) LF: Rude Boy (Rihanna)

Season

F: Fall LF: Winter

Place

F: the beach LF: elevators

Color

F: hot pink LF: bright yellow

Relationships

Mother: Veronica Mazzola/56/living

Father: Valentino Mazzola Jr./58/living

Sister: Velvet Mazzola/19/living

Other: grandma/Mom’s side/January Harmony/85/deceased, Grandpa/dad’s side/Valentino Mazzola Sr./92/deceased

Lover(s): Kid Ritz/19/living

Other

Birthplace: Mount Rageous

Residence: 5 miles out of Mount Rageous

Nationality: Mount Rageon

Ethnicity: Mount Rageon

(Thank you for reading this massive thing <3 )

#trolls #trolls 3 #band together trolls #velvet trolls #band together #trolls band together #trolls veneer #velvet and veneer #trolls velvet and veneer #velvet and veneer trolls #veneer trolls #trolls velvet #trolls headcanons #velvet x orchid #velvet and veneer headcanons #this took way too long #headcanon #veneer x kid ritz

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red--story-writer · 9 months

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headcanons!

'picked clothes'

you're out Shopping for new clothes with your man

Baki Hanma

- Baki is surprised you asked him to go Shopping with you but he willingly comes with you

- the first minutes are going quiete good until you walk pass the dress corner with Baki, his eyes immediatly stop at some of the dresses and you can see in his eyes that he's trying to image you in eavh of them

- you suggest that you pick a few but don't buy any, since that's not what you're there for

-Baki agrees but as you reach the changing room, 80% of the dresses you have got picked out by him

-you try on each of them and without a word, you can see in Baki's eyes which dress fits you and which doesn't

- they're rarely any dresses like Bodycon's, the dresses he picked are rather simple and in a summer dress style, so mostly light and airy

-at the end, you and Baki leave the shop with dresses instead of what you came for

Jack Hanma

- Jack doesn't care.

-as long you're not showing too much skin.

-It's your first time shopping with him and you make sure It's a rather hidden clothes store

- when you go shopping with him you can buy whatever you desire, only dresses or general clothes that show too much skin are not getting a okay from him

- a dress that only covers, not even everything of your tits and not everything of your butt or puss are a even more and strict no

- "Love. when you want something, then search something that doesn't look like It's made from scraps of cloth."

- he'll probably put you in the hoodie corner if you try anyway

Katsumi Orochi

- Katsumi is the type who let's you wear whatever you like, It's only important for him that you feel well in what you wear

- but if you go out with a slightly more open dress then he always insists that you take a jacket with you

- when you two go shopping he stays always with you, you only manage to get rid of him when you tell him to look at something gor himself

- when you found something you like, you have to try it on. It's a must. his Heart aches to see you in anything new you chose

- when you try on dresses or short tops, his heart melts

- he loves seeing your body either free or well emphasized

- and don't you dare say anything about your body! one wrong word and you'll have to handle cuddles,kisses and lovely time for the next...well, probably weeks

Retsu Kaioh

- almost the same as with Katsumi

-Retsu also let's you wear anything you desire as long you're happy in it

- it just shouldn't be too short....

- when you went shopping with him you found a very short crop top that barely covered your tits, when you opened the cabinet he jumped infront of you and covered you with his body, his eyes widen at you in shock

- I mean, he liked it a lot but It's Nothing he would let you wear in public, at home yes but outside It's too Dangerous in his opinion, unless you have something to Cover it with

- but that's only for tops, you could wear the smallest shorts in the world, that wouldn't really bother him...he would stay behind you all of the time anyway

Kaoru Hanayama

- oh boy.

- first of, he ALWAYS goes shopping with you, and guess what, he doesn't rent it, no, his appearance is enough already to make everyone but the personal leave

-his gang stays outside and watches everything, making sure you are out of danger

- it doesn't take long till you get carried in the elegant section

- you could shop by the normal clothes, but you got some big oaf with you that prefers you in something elegant

- so you're looking at everythingtops and pants while he's lost in the dress section-

- you pick some good pants and nice tops, easy,not too much and just right for you

- he comes to you with...dresses. a LOT of dresses, and yes, you have to try on every single one of them

- as you do so you notice already that every single dress is tight fitting to the body and some also have very revealing parts of the body

- as you show them to him his heart skips a beat, he admires your entire body,your entire self in the dress, just everything, his eyes shine at the dresses he likes the most on you and with neck kisses and his hands on your hip he shows you the ones he really wants you to have

- of course, jewelry shouldn't be missing either, but the necklaces and earrings are usually light and beautiful to wear, mostly in silver or gold, of course only true material

- and yes, you leave with a lot of dresses but you managed to sneak some normal clothes with them.....that might cause a bit of a punishment when you're at home

#reader #character #character x reader #story #baki #kaoru hanayama #baki hanma #doppo orochi #gouki shibukawa #katsumi orochi #baki gaiden #baki gaiden scarface #baki son of ogre #baki the grappler

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breannasfluff · 8 months

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Ok writing requests are closed BUT I would like to request a lil drabble that I think you'd have fun writing? I'd like to see your interpretation, during Wing Boi Swap, of Legend's affections towards Ravio. Give these birds sum fluff. (Only if you want to, ofc. also plz post the tumblr link to the discord thread if you do!)

“Darling?”

Ravio’s squawk turns into a wheeze. He also walks directly into a wall instead of making it through the doorway.

Legend blinks at him. “Are you okay?”

“Did you just call me…darling?”

Ah, maybe that’s too strong for the bowerbird. “Sorry, it just slipped out.”

“No! No, I mean…I don’t mind.” Ravio’s cheeks are dusted with red, which only highlights his freckles.

Legend coos and edges closer. “I just want you to know how special you are to me.”

“Y-you're just saying that because of the curse.”

The red is spreading to the tips of his ears. Legend gives in to his new hawk instincts and crowds into the satin bowerbird’s space. His wings hit the wall and he squeaks.

The vet isn’t one for looming, but it feels right to fluff his wings and arch them, hiding them from sight. The other avians are out shopping, anyway.

The space between them is heated by the merchant’s puffed breath. The blush is steadily crawling down his neck.

“You’re mine, you know that?” Legend leans in and their chests bump. He plants a gentle kiss on one burning cheek, then does the other. “Mmm, your feathers are so pretty. Such a tease, always flashing secondaries.”

Instinct kicks in and Ravio’s wings spread slightly, giving Legend a close-up view of inner glossy feathers. He continues to kiss the merchant’s red cheeks and sinks his hands into the proffered feathers.

The bowerbird trills and the signal slides into the mating range. The red continues to spread below his shirt. “Mr…Hero…” It’s half whimper, half moan.

Legend gives a reassuring coo, stroking sleek feathers. He doesn’t need to preen, just enjoy the feel of them sliding over his fingers. Finally, he pulls them back so he can pull down the strap of Ravio’s top and kiss his shoulder.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?”

Want want want–surprise! comes the answering call. Below it burbles, nervous, nervous.

The merchant does not need to be nervous. Legend turns his attention back to the shoulder he’s kissing. The rest of his arm could use some love as well.

Actually, he doesn’t want the other shoulder to get lonely, either. The left shoulder has a few larger freckles and he lets his tongue dart out to touch them.

Ravio squeaks and his wings flare against the wall. “Mr. Hero! What are you doing?”

Legend blinks up through his lashes at him. “I’m showing you the attention you deserve, Ravi. Do you…not like it?” He pulls back slightly because he won’t force anything the bowerbird doesn’t want.

The merchant is quick to nod, then shake his head. “I like it! I–it’s just a surprise.” Want you, want you, he coos and oh, the sound is electrifying.

Want you, Legend answers. He leans into Ravio again, pressing against him. Skin meets skin on their stomachs and the merchant’s chest heaves and jumps.

The hollow at the base of his throat is too tempting and Legend dives in to nip at the skin with his teeth. Ravio melts at the motion and he does it again, nibbling a little more.

“You’re going to leave a mark,” Ravio hisses.

Good. Let everyone see that the merchant is his intended mate. He sucks on the skin, rolling it slightly between his lips to leave a mark.

Want! Want! Ravio’s call is needy and his hands pet at Legend’s waist, tingling as they brush between his crop top and skin.

Legend pulls back slightly to observe his flockmate. Ravio is a delightful shade of red, flush extending across his skin. His wings are in disarray from being pressed to the wall, feathers puffed. There’s a prominent red mark on his collarbone. The vet can’t help but preen slightly. He did this. He turned Ravio into a needy, cooing mess.

Want! Want you! Ravio sings, reaching for him.

Legend loves him too much to resist.

Also find it on AO3 here

#ravioli #lu wing bois #ravio #raviolink #ravio x link #romance #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #wb legend #wb ravio #ravioli ship

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creative-heart · 15 days

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"Too sweet to resist"| Simón Hempe

Lucia's notes: Ok, so I may have listened to Too Sweet by Hozier and got the image of Simón in my head, so this little piece came about,loosely based on that song, I recommend listening to it while reading. I really hope you lovelies enjoy it. Also, if smut isn't your alley, please just scroll on through. Especially thinking of you @castawaycherry 🤭

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI: If you do not want to read the smut part, please stop reading at the second cut.

Summary: When Reader asks her friend Simón for some help on learning to be more flirtatious and getting laid, they never imagine the turn this tutoring will take.

Warning: Heavy smut, making out, oral (fem! receiving), p*netration, somewhat of a praise kink?, slight age difference (entirely appropriate and legal). Please do let me know if I missed any.

Word Count: 2.5 k

Simón is the epitome of a rebel bad boy, known for his nocturnal escapades and daredevil attitude. Living his life under the cover of darkness going from one bar to the next, always seen out on the town with some hot chick on his arm; so when his long time neighbor and friend Y/N looks up at him on a lazy Sunday with those big blue eyes of hers, laying down on his couch, her head on his knees and says “Could you please teach me how to be flirtatious? I’m tired of being a virgin, I wanna get laid” he all but chokes on his own spit. Thing is, Y/N is the complete opposite to Simón, she’s always been the quintessential goody two shoes, never so much as looking away from the right path, she exudes innocence and virtue. The curly haired guy looks down at her, eyes wide still trying to asses if she had really said what he thought she had said “Come on….” she whines “will you teach me or not? I think 21 is a good time to finally get some action” the redhead huffs.

Simón just keeps staring at her “Are you for real?” he chuckles “I mean, I know you’re a bit of a prude, but you’re not too hard on the eyes, I’m sure you’ve at least kissed someone by now sugar”. Y/N rolls her eyes at the comment getting up grabbing her things to head to the door.

“Could you at least not make fun of me?” he hurries after his friend and smiles holding her by her arm.

“Okay okay, sorry, I’ll help you, but I have a few ground rules, whatever I say goes, from clothes, to actions, and you need to get an open mind okay babe? We’re gonna cover our basis, verbal, non verbal flirting, kissing, and I’m gonna teach you a thing or two about sex, you gotta be prepared, cause after getting you all Hemped up, you’re gonna be turning heads right an left. Most importantly, there’s no falling in love here okay, all this is educational, we clear baby?” he says, the tone of his voice getting lower as he brushes a strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear, the younger girl nods looking up at him the blush taking over her cheeks as she clears her throat looking away, his gaze way too intense. Simón holds her chin with one hand making her look back at him “No, lesson number one, never look down, confidence is sexy, whenever you talk to a guy, you need to look confident, like you rule the place” Y/N nods softly looking at him. “Okay, let’s go shopping, these clothes look like you’re a 9 year old who just took her first communion.” Simón walks out after her going to the mall to get her some new clothes.

~~~~~

After a couple hours of shopping for a whole new wardrobe for Y/N, they have decided to go out that night for lesson number two, and so they’ve hit the last store to get her something decent to wear for the outing. Simón sits down at one of the couches outside the dressing room area waiting for his friend to come out and show him some options, if he’s honest, he’s been having quite a good time with this so far, but when the petite redhead comes out of that dressing room wearing the little all black ensemble consisting of a tight, mini skirt, a turtleneck crop top, black tights, ankle height boots and the little black leather jacket, he’s taken aback- well shit, since when has Y/N had so many juicy curves and why haven’t I seen them before- he says to himself as he eyes the younger one up and down taking in the image in front of him. “Well? what do you think?” Y/N says twirling around, little handbag in hand. “Ye-Yeah, I think that’ll do it” Simón clears his throat before geting up, with a small nod Y/N gets back in the cubicule to get changed back.- Just teach her how to get laid Hempe, she might be hot, but you’re not what she deserves- the green eyed guy keeps repeating to himself.

That night, right before they get to the bar, Simón has briefed Y/N on the flirting basics, little looks, how to play with her hair, what to say, what not to say, the base of what gets a man, what gets him attracted to a woman. They walk in and much to Simón’s pride and frustration, Y/N gets quite a few looks her way while they walk to the bar to get some drinks. As the night carries on, the older guy finds himself one of the ladies he’s used to and gets to dancing, all the while keeping an eye on his friend, who clearly doesn’t need much help getting some male attention, how could she in that outfit that showed all her curves just so perfectly, her legs on display. He’s equally proud and…jealous? is this jealousy he’s feeling when he sees Y/N in a corner making out quite heavily with some random guy.

“Hey, everything okay?” He looks back at whats-her-name nodding absentmindedly humming in affirmation, “You seem way too distracted handsome” she says in a stupid little voice stroking his chest.

“Yeah… sorry, I need to go” he states hurriedly, making his way to his friend and clearing his throat “Y/N/N? we need to go”; he makes sure to use her nickname as to assert some kind of dominance over the random guy who was groping his friend shamelessly. Y/N looks at him confused her eyes moving between Simón and the blonde guy she was making out with. He holds her hand walking her out of the bar straight to the car.

“Simón…what happened back there? I mean I thought it was going quite well…don’t you?” Y/N smiles walking with hurried steps after her friend who’s all but dragging her to his car.

“A little bit too well for him, he was groping you shamlessly, it was going too fast, didn’t want you to get into an uncomfortable situation” The dark haired guy lies with ease as he gets in his car “come on, I’ll take you home” his voice darker and raspier than he would have liked. Y/N looks at him stunned getting in his car, if she didn’t know her friend so well as to know he had no reason to, she’d said he’s jealous, but why would he be, it was the plan, and it was working. Maybe he was after all just looking out for her.

~~~~~

As the weeks go by, Simón starts finding himself getting a bit too invested in this tutoring of theirs. He looks at Y/N as she takes off her makeup after a night out “I think it’s time I teach you a few tips and tricks on kissing….but I believe it’d be best if I… if I show you” he sits up better on the bed clearing his throat. The redhead looks at him through the mirror raising an eyebrow before turning around to look at him properly, he couldn’t deny she was getting way more confident in herself and looking inherently sexier as well.

“Oh… so this tutoring comes with practice as well?” she smiles unintentionally flirtatious. She had always thought Simón was quite goodlooking but since spending so much time with him lately, him teaching her all the things he had been, she was falling slowly but steadily for the guy, even though she knows what he had made her promise on that first day. Y/N stands from where she was sitting at her vanity, making her way to her bed sitting right in front of Simón “okay then teacher, show me” she bites her lower lip gently. Simón looks alternately between her eyes and her pink plump lips as he reaches out, one of his big hands on Y/N’s cheek, the other on the side of her neck pulling her closer before pressing his lips to hers. The kiss starts slow, yet so intense, Y/N’s hands find their place on the guy’s chest as he pulls her closer by the hand on her neck, when the younger lets out a soft sigh of pleasure that dies in the dark haired guy’s mouth, he takes it as his moment to slide his tongue in her mouth as the fight for dominance begins and it is oh so intoxicating. Y/N’s taste is drunkening and Simón takes both his hands to his friend’s waist pulling her to his lap and she doesn’t need much more instructions, she quickly straddles his legs both her hands moving swiftly to his hair gently tugging at his curls. The dance of their tongues feels so natural, they seem to understand what the other wants, what each other need from this kiss.

As their lungs burn from the desperate need for air, Y/N hesitantly pulls away just enough to allow the much needed breath to get into her body, in short shallow gasps. In the dimly lit room, the air thick with anticipation, their gazes lock, sparks igniting between them as desire courses through their veins and Simón be damned, he cannot pretend he’s not wanting more from Y/N, his hands roaming the girl’s body, seeking to find every single inch of exposed skin they can, needing to feel the warmth and softness of her body. His touch, rough yet tender, sends shivers down Y/N's spine as he pulls her close, his lips tantalizingly close to hers.

With a primal urgency, their lips meet again in a fervent kiss, hungry and demanding. Simon's hands roam freely, tracing the curves of the redhead's body, igniting flames of passion with every caress.Y/N's fingers hastily tug at Simon’s shirt needing to pull him closer as their kiss deepens, tongues dancing in a sensual tango of desire. And Y/N can feel the heat of his hardening cock press up against her, before she can process what’s she’s doing, she moves closer to him grinding against the elder’s cock, suddenly desperate to feel more as the same time she can feel the tanned skin man’s hands roam lower, igniting a firestorm of sensation in the center of her gut as he traces the contours of her thighs, leaving a trail of burning desire in his wake. Breaking the hot kiss for the shortest time possible, Y/N pulls the shirt off over Simón’s head with his help, as he in turns all but rips her clothes from her.

Simón can’t wait any longer, as soon as her clothes are off her body, he lays her down and with a dark look on his face as if asking for permission he starts kissing down Y/N’s body once he sees the smallest nod from her. The girl’s eyes flutter closed, her breathing heavy and ragged, as she feels the lust running through her body, she needs him, she needs to feel him all over her body, and he knows exactly how to drive her crazy. Simón looks up at Y/N’s face through his lashes as he keeps peppering hot, open mouthed kisses all over her skin, the eventual nip at her skin eliciting the most exquisit little moans from her slightly parted lips. Once he reaches her hip bones he takes a quick look down at her center and bites his lip muttering under his breath “fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me babygirl”. As Y/N’s eyes flutter open again to look at him, absolutely darkened by the need and lust in her, she sees him swiftly and expertly taking her lacey underwear off smirking “were you hoping to get laid tonight sugar? wearing this little black number” he doesn’t even let her think of an answer before he takes his face down to her already slick folds and he hums looking at her, so wet for him already “and I haven’t even touched you yet princess” he coos lowly, the rasp in his voice and his praising words doing an absolut number on her and she whines wanting more, needing more.

Before she can say anything, his tongue softly ghosts over her cunt, circling her already throbbing clit “Oh fuuck” Y/N cries out in a pathetic little whimper. Not that she had never touched herself, but this was way better, far more intoxicating and his tongue felt so good on her needy clit. Simón looks up at her through hooded eyes humming at her reaction, as he slowly traces a finger over her entrance before sliding it in and he moans feeling how tight she is around his digit, steadily and gently, he eases his way in her pumping his finger to the rhythm of his tongue. “P-Please Simón” Y/N whimpers through her moans. Simón pulls away just enough so he can talk “tell me babygirl, what do you want?” the redhead looks down at him, her hand tangled in his curls “more, you, I want….you” she whispers while trying to move against his hand needing more from him.

The curly haired guy stands up, needing nothing more from her to take the next step and nimbly takes the rest of his clothes off, his enlarged cock springing free as soon as he lowers his underwear. Y/N’s eyes immediately drawn to it, he quickly rolls a condom on before climbing back on the bed between her legs and looks at her “ok, this might be a tad uncomfortable at first, and if at any point you want to stop, just say so yeah?” the girl merely nods softly, unable to talk as all she can think about is Simón inside of her and as the older guy guides his shaft to her entrance letting it coat with her slickness, he leans down to kiss the spot right below her ear as he pushes in slowly, letting her adjust first. Y/N’s eyes flutter closed once again a high pitched hiccupy moan coming from her parted lips as she gets used to the intrusion, it kinda burns, but it’s the best burn she’s ever felt in her life, and she needs more; she bucks her hips gently towards his. Simón smirks sliding in all the way slowly whispering in her ear “so eager baby, who knew you’d be so insatiable” he chuckles lowly as he starts moving in an out of her grunting, as he feels how her tight walls perfectly take all of him and he knows he won’t last long. Too soon he feels Y/N’s ragged breaths and moans as she tightens around him.

“Simón…fuck I’m….I can’t” he smirks kissing her deeply before whispering against her lips “let it go baby, cum for me” and that’s enough for Y/N, she feels her orgasm take over her with his words and the way he feels inside her, her eyesight going black, feeling rush after rush of passion washing over her. Not long after, Simón feels his thrusts get more and more erratic as his own ecstasy takes over him and he collapses on top of his friend’s body panting, eyes closed and he knows….he knows Y/N is just too sweet to resist, and he knows she’ll be the death of him, the sweetest death anyone can wish for.

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ideasarestuckinmyhead · 6 months

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Hello can I request a auron hc, were Rook,Auron and Faust are at the mall and a lady (cough Karan cough) yells at Faust and rook yells at them and auron is just in the back smiling, and when they leave rook says "Don't talk to me or my child ever again" and leaves with the boys

Don't speak to me or my child.

A nice day right? Yeah no Faust had a fight with Star and since he's basically Rook's brother in law they decided to take him shopping. Auron was dragged along.

As Rook and Faust were trying to go into a store a older lady said something about Faust's outfit

Rook was about to say something but Faust didn't want to deal with a Karen and just went into he store.

Rook while chatting to Auron about something Faust went to check some crop tops and the Karen came back to yell at him

Some slurs were thrown and Rook was livid. They stalked over there and started to verbally rip the woman apart.

Auron was 100% being them while they were yelling at this Karen daring her to try and get physical with his partner.

Rook: AND DONT EVER TALK TO ME OR MY CHILD AGAIN YOU FUCKING BITCH!

Auron lowkey got turned on seeing Rook degrade someone.

When the Karen tried to say something Security came over and escorted her out.

Rook was fuming saying how they wanted to tear that butch a new one in court when Faust asked them

Do you see me as your kid?

Rook blinked and shrugged it just seemed right to say in the moment

Feeling lowkey that Faust would wonder how Auron and Rook be like if they were his parents or even then as parents in general.

Auron also was slowly calming down Rook since they were still saying shit about the Karen.

He took them om a shopping spree to calm them since he felt proud that they stood up for Faust when he got cornered like that.

Let's also say that lady lost her job a hour later and got her car missing.

He may not like Faust all the time but that's still his younger brother.

Auron can't help but want to see Rook demolish more people in a verbal argument....

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #red writes

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the-magicians-blue · 2 years

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PLEASE YOU WRITE THE BEST SHORT FANFICS OF MICAH AND I NEED MORE! IVE NEVER BEEN MORE DESPERATE IN MY LIFE. I NEVER COMMENT ON THINGS OR LEAVE MESSAGES THIS IS HOW BAD MY MICAH BRAIN ROT IS!

Damn we are DOWN BAD out here huh? 😂 here a plus size mc fic for my fellow plus sized babes 💕

11:51pm

Micah is OBSESSED with your fluffiness. Why get a squishmallow when he’s got you to squeeze? He also loves how confident you are in your body, never afraid to wear crop tops or body-con dresses or anything that showed skin. He loved seeing you love your body.

In contrast, Micah had a tendency to be insecure about his own body. Sometimes he wishes his abs were a little more defined or feels like he should work out more. After years of being picked on and overlooked because he was nerdy and unattractive he sometimes finds it hard not to get down on himself. He felt like his body was one of his superficial charms and if he lost it you’d loose interest. When you had a conversation about it you had nothing but kind words for him.

“You are beautiful Micah, and I’d think that regardless of how you look. I know its hard to believe that just because someone says it but I truly mean it. I know what its like to feel a little insecure, just because I wear skimpy clothes sometimes doesn’t mean I’m not capable of feeling self conscious. To be honest, the way you look at me when I wear them helps boost my confidence. I hope that whenever you feel insecure you can look at me and know I think you’re the sexiest man alive, even if you don’t feel like it.”

He wanted to cry at your words. It didn’t help that you were caressing him so gently as you spoke. He felt so loved that he couldn’t think to do anything else but kiss you.

After some quiet time together you decided to take Micah to go on a window shopping date and try some clothes on. You wanted to cheer him up by putting some cute clothes on and hyping each other up. It definitely worked. After the first few outfits Micah was all smiles, blushing a little as you shower him with compliments with each outfit he put on. Of course he was the same way with everything you tried on.

“Damn angel~ I don’t think I’d be able to let you out of the house looking that good! I’d be too tempted to touch. I mean I’m already extremely tempted but I’ll be a good boy for now~”

After a while the two of you went to the food court to eat and talk. You let him choose so you had grabbed burgers from his favorite spot in the mall. As you two sat and ate you were suddenly approached by some random girl. Her two of her friends were watching from two tables down. A little confused you both stared at her before you asked if she needed something. Ignoring you completely she turned to Micah and smiled, and said she liked his outfit. He nodded and thank her, thinking she’d leave after that but she didn’t. Instead she asked him for his number. Micah looked at her more lost than he was before.

“Uh… you do see I’m with my partner right? I’m not available and not interested.”

Micah was about to return to his conversation with you when the girl scoffed at him, claiming that there was no way you could be his partner. She then said that she’d rather him just say no than making it seem like someone your size was a better option than her. She then started demanding proof you were actually dating. Micah had a very strained smile on his face, ready to chew her out when you suddenly pulled him into a deep kiss. When you let him go he sat there in a flustered daze as you spoke.

“That enough proof? If you’re not gonna respect me, at least respect yourself. Getting mad over a taken man, do you know how desperate you look hon? Oh and by the way, my size hasn’t kept from anything but an outfit.”

The girl stormed off infuriated. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation. When you turned to look at Micah he simply stared at you with his eyes full of adoration. While he hated that you had to deal with people like that he couldn’t deny seeing you shut someone down like that was hot to him. After a while you became flustered at his intense stare and asked what was up.

“Oh nothing angel~ I just got reminded of how hot you can be and I’m just enjoying it. Have I told you I loved you today? I love you so much.”

The two if you started to laugh at the situation. People were weird, but at least the two of you could be weird together.

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lowlights · 2 years

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You Belong with Me

This is dedicated to my beloved @ezrasbirdie who let me force my way into their life and demand to be their friend. Birdie, you are a gift and one of the kindest people I have met. You make every day better!

You Belong with Me

W.C.: 3.1k, no beta sorry

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x female, plus size reader (descriptions are fairly blank though)

Warnings: sex toys, masturbation, praise, rim job and anal play, lingerie, Dieter’s real name is used, P in V sex, cum play, cum eating, lots of dirty talk, reader is in control and the softest dom, Dieter is a subby boy, everyone gets to cum a lot, a smidge of cockwarming, lots of "good boy" talk, reader is female and plus size. Filth and feelings.

“Is this a sex thing?”

“Can’t a guy just blindfold you without it being for sex?” Dieter asks with extra big puppy dog eyes. He knows exactly how to work you after all these months together.

You scoff. “I mean, not usually, Bravo.”

“Alright, baby, you got me there,” Dieter chuckles. “Just let me do this? Please?”

You sigh and turn around so he can wrap the black silk over your eyes, obstructing your view of his sprawling, open-concept living room. He kisses the back of your neck before tying the silk, sending a shiver up your spine.

He guides you around the corner and through the door into the small study with a pointless Los Angeles fireplace. It was staged perfectly, most likely by some top celeb designer who loved a client with no opinion and a black AmEx card. You had been inside the room precisely one time when Dieter had given you a tour of the house more than eight months ago.

“Did you blindfold me to walk me 12 feet into the next room?” you wonder as Dieter guides you to a stop. So dramatic.

He pulls your blindfold off with a soft flourish. “Tada!” he announces.

Your jaw drops open as you look around the room. Apart from the floor-to-ceiling shelves of books that no one will ever read, and an artfully arranged desk with a sleek Mac, there were several small tables draped in luxurious plummy purple silks and blood-red velvets.

And every surface is covered in sex toys.

Vibrators, dildos, and plugs in every shape and color. Riding crops, nipple clamps, and what you have to assume is a harness for a strap-on dildo are also on display, along with several items you’ve never seen in your life. You pick up a set of silver handcuffs, lined in black fur, and hold them up for inspection.

“Dieter, what the fuck is going on?” you question, eyes wide.

Dieter looks a little unsure as he reaches out to rub his hand nervously along your hip. “Well, I wanted to do something special for your birthday tomorrow. I know you’re not big on getting photographed out together, and thought we might get papped walking out of a sex shop. So, I had them bring the sex shop…here,” he says, gesturing with his head.

Your heart goes gooey. “Dieter, this is the most bizarrely sweet thing I think you’ve ever done for me,” you confess, still looking around with eyes the size of dinner plates. “Are we supposed to…use all these things?”

He smiles, a cockeyed grin that’s won you over again and again since your first date. “You remember a couple of weeks ago when you said you wanted to get an assortment of toys and use them on me?”

As if you could forget that morning he had you sprawled out underneath him, sweaty and boneless after a string of unforgettable orgasms. He had used your toys on you (basically all of them) and you lovingly threatened to get him back. The sensation of his length hardening against your thigh had told you that he loved the idea, although you couldn’t have imagined it happening like this.

“Yeah,” you say with a coy smile, “I remember.”

“Wanna pick some out together?”

You and Dieter walk hand in hand around the room, inspecting every toy and setting aside the ones that look like fun. He explains to you a few of them that you haven’t seen before, and you pick out some items that he’s never tried either. It’s thrilling, and the anticipation of using them makes you giddy with excitement.

It’s romance, Dieter style.

Dieter never had a problem letting you take the lead. Some days you needed to be in control, and he loved it. There were times when he liked to pull you apart piece by piece instead. It always worked, the two of you, from the very beginning. You both valued open communication and prioritized each other’s needs, something that still shocked Dieter

Your birthday had been perfection; Dieter had taken care of everything. Spa services brought to the house, lunch with friends at your favorite little cafe, and a movie marathon on the gigantic bean bag in his living room that could easily fit four people. You both know what’s coming next.

“I feel bad now,” he admits, long after the credits have rolled. “I should be making you feel amazing on your birthday. Why did I think this was a good idea?”

You push his unruly brown curls away from his face, kissing his forehead. “You listened to me and are giving me exactly what I want. How is that not a good idea?” He hums an acknowledgment.

“Besides, I know exactly what I want to do to you tonight. I’m excited, babe. Are you?” you ask him as you hug him close to you.

“Fuck yeah I am. Can I make you cum after?”

“Yes, you can,” you reply with a grin.

Now, it was time for your final birthday present: Dieter, naked and scrubbed clean, waiting for you on his bed.

You changed into one of the presents that Dieter had gotten for you: a high-cut black teddy with a cinched waist that made your tits look amazing. You look yourself over in the large mirror, confidence oozing from every pore. This was a newer feeling for you and something for which Dieter was directly responsible.

You flip off the light and walk out of the bathroom, stopping in the doorway. “Hey, baby. You like?” you inquire, doing a little twirl for the sweet man waiting for you.

“Oh shit. Yeah.” Dieter has done exactly what you told him to do: he’s made himself comfortable on his bed with not a stitch of clothing on. Despite your instructions that he isn’t allowed to touch himself, he is already half-hard. You might have made him wait out there a few minutes, just to edge him a teeny bit.

Set out neatly on the bedside table are all the toys that you selected. You saunter over to them, giving Dieter a show as you bend at the waist to inspect them. You hear Dieter murmur expletives under his breath when you give your ass a little wiggle before picking up a tiny bullet vibe.

You kneel next to him on the bed and kiss him deeply. He’s already hungry, grabbing at your big tits when you lean into him. “Hands at your side, baby,” you command gently. He immediately complies, sending shockwaves of excitement through your body. You’re in control now, fully and completely, and fuck- it feels good.

“I’m going to tell you exactly what to do, Dieter. If you do everything just as I say, I’m going to reward you. It’s my birthday and I’m in charge, right?” He nods excitedly in response as you straddle his thighs. “Good boy. You’re so good, giving me just what I want.”

You turn the small silver vibe on, a low rumbling setting, and drag it up from his navel to his collarbone. Goosebumps blossom on his gorgeous skin when you circle his nipples with the vibrating toy. His hands shoot up to your thighs, kneading into the thick flesh there. You immediately pull the vibe up and he whimpers.

“No touching, remember? I’ll tell you when you can move,” you remind him. “What’s your color, baby?”

“Gr-green. I’m sorry,” he says.

You immediately bring the vibe back down, much to his relief. “That’s my good boy.” You drag the vibe down across his belly and down the trail of hair to the base of his cock. Dieter whines and does his best to keep his hips still, trying so hard to be good for you. He craves your praise more than he ever has before. His cock is almost fully hard, and you drag the vibe along the underside of it as you watch pre-cum start to bead at the tip. Your teasing is agonizingly slow.

“Baby, I- if you keep that up I will cum right now,” he moans. He starts to thrust, little stuttered motions, thighs starting to shake.

You remove the toy and shut it off, tossing it on the bed next to you. Dieter’s hips still their movement but his flushed red cock, nestled against the soft slope of his belly, throbs with need. “Not yet. I wanna show you something else,” you say as you reach for a little blue plug and a bottle of lube.

“Is that for me?” Dieter asks in an excited voice.

You stand up move to the end of the bed, putting one foot up on the tall mattress so that Dieter can fully see you. You pull your teddy to one side, showing off your gorgeous little pussy as you squeeze some lube on the short plug and position it between your legs. “No, it’s for me. This isn’t just for your ass; I read that you can use it for a vaginal plug too. So I’m going to slide it…ooh, into my warm cunt and stay nice and stretched out for when I let you fuck me tonight. Sound good, Dietz?”

“Yes. Yes. Oh god, yes.”

You replace the crotch of your teddy and crawl back over to him, the satisfying fullness making you smile like the cat who caught the canary. “Besides,” you whisper in his ear, “I want it to taste good when you eat me out. That stuff is flavored like cotton candy.”

Dieter wants to touch himself to badly, it’s evident. His eyebrows furrow in concentration and you see his fists balled at his sides. You lie down next to him, head propped up on your hand, wiggling slightly on your plug. “Look at me,” you command. He obeys. “Look at me and touch yourself.”

Relief floods his face. “Really? Thank you, oh my god, thank you.” He starts stroking his large cock, swirling his thumb around his thick head.

“Tell me how it feels, Dieter.”

“So fucking good. I wish it was your hand.”

“I know, baby boy. But I wanna watch you. Keep going. So good for me.”

Dieter never breaks eye contact, hand moving swiftly up and down his cock. His cheeks are tinged pink and as more praise falls from your lips, he gets closer and closer to his peak. You lean over and fit a small little device on your finger, barely bigger than a thimble, and switch it on.

“Hold on til I say, alright?” you say.

“I wanna cum, please can I cum? Can I cum? Can I…can I…I’m gonna…”

You lean over him, kissing him deeply. He moans into your mouth, a filthy pleading sound. You reach down with the tiny finger vibrator and press on that spot right behind his balls. “Dieter Matthew Bradford, you will cum for me right now.”

Your decisive tone, coupled with the use of his real name, sends him over the edge. He spills all over his belly, hips jerking, still never breaking eye contact with you.

“Yes, good job, my sweet boy. Look at how pretty you look, painted with your pretty cum. Love you so much,” you coo, peppering his lips and perfect nose with kisses. He pants under you and you let him catch his breath before giving him his next command. He tries to speak several times, but the words die in his mouth. He reaches out to you, hands roaming everywhere over your body, and you let him touch all he wants.

After several minutes, you grab the bottle of lube and another toy. “You did so good, I think you need that reward. Get on your knees, baby boy.”

Dieter flips over and rests heavy on his forearms, his little ass presented to you. You squeeze a tiny bit of the cool lubrication gel on his skin, watching him shudder as it runs down and collects in the dip of his sweet hole. “Color?” you ask.

“So green.”

“Good. Let’s see how that cotton candy lube tastes, hm?” You circle your tongue around his opening before licking a long, wide stripe. He almost collapses at the sensation, and if he could find the words he would praise you himself. But he’s too lost in the sensation of your deft lips and tongue, kissing and licking into him so sweetly. Months ago, he asked if you would ever do something like this- never thinking it would come to fruition.

Fuck, is it his birthday or yours he wonders to himself.

It’s filthy, what you’re doing. It feels like it should be wrong, like one of you should protest. But you like it, and you love what it’s doing to Dieter. He’s a writhing, wriggling mess under you. You didn’t have to tell him not to touch his cock, he just knows he isn’t allowed yet. Nevermind the fact that his cock is weeping, further staining the sheets below him. He doesn’t need to touch himself yet, not with your mouth on him like this. Seconds stretch into minutes, both of you lost in pleasure.

You’re not going to let him come like this, though. No, this is just the preamble to what you really want to do.

When you pull away, depositing one final kiss on his non-existent asscheek, his head whips around. His bottom lip is pouting even more than normal.

“Don’t worry, it’s just time for the next part,” you reassure him, once against pulling your teddy to the side so that you can remove the plug from your pussy. “Look at how wet you’ve made me, baby. Look how sopping wet this toy is. I bet it would slip right in to your ass so good right now.”

Dieter lets out a filthy moan as you collect the remaining lube from around his asshole before pushing the toy in to the hilt. He rocks back into the toy, over and over, fucking himself on it while you hold it.

“Fuck, so filthy. I never knew you were so filthy, I fucking love it,” he babbles. Making sure the toy is secure for the moment, you tell him how you really want to see him.

“Get on your back and spread your legs for me, okay?” He does so immediately, willingly opening up for you so that you can settle between his thighs. You tuck a thick pillow under his hips so that you have good access, and gently pull the toy out. Dieter is nice and stretched for you.

“So I read about this one here,” you explain, showing him the next and most expensive toy. “It massages your prostate.” Dieter’s eyebrows shoot up. “But, there’s a twist. I’ll show you.”

You lube up the toy liberally, wanting to make it as comfy for Dieter as possible. The toy slips in easily, and you take a moment to appreciate how vulnerable this man is for you. It took him a while to be fully open and honest with you, to share every dream and insecurity, and talking about your feelings with someone was never the most comfortable thing for you either. Until he came along, that is. Something just clicked with you both, a cosmic connection that made you want to work through hardships together instead of alone.

And here he is, as physically vulnerable as possible, waiting for you to tell him what to do next. Looking at you like he wants you, like he would die for you. He loves you, and you love him. Is there anything more vulnerable than that? Probably not.

You take advantage of the moment and kiss along his thigh. “Alright, baby. See this remote? It controls the toy inside. It doesn’t just control the intensity, but look.” You turn it on low and he immediately moans. “Turn it to one side, or the other,” you demonstrate. “It will vibrate whatever way you tilt it.”

“Holy shit, where did- who came up with this? Jesus, it feels so good.” You pass the remote over to him and he tries it out. His eyes go wide.

“Yes, just like that. Baby, you’re in control of it. I want you to find the right spot while I ride you,” you tell him, positioning yourself over his still-hard cock and sinking down onto his thickness.

“Finally, finally, yes. Oh my god you feel so fucking good, I can’t…oh my god, I can’t last. It feels too good with this,” he says, words tumbling out faster and faster.

You drag yourself up and down on his cock, over and over. Your thighs already burn and you don’t care at all. He feels amazing, better than any toy, better than any combination of toys. Even after wearing the plug, he still stretches you out to your maximum.

“Good, you don’t have to last. I want your cum, Dieter. I want you to fill me up and then use that gorgeous mouth of yours to clean up your mess. Do you hear me?” you ask him, breathless. You cunt clenches around him right when he hits the perfect spot with his toy, and he cries out as his seed fills you. You drape yourself over his torso as he comes down, pulling the remote from his hand so you can shut off the toy. You warm his softening cock inside of you until he slips out.

You leave a trail of kisses along his neck. “You did so good, Dieter. So good. Fuck, that was amazing.”

Dieter looks down at you, confused. “Wait, are we done? I was looking forward to eating my good girl out. I made a mess of her, and I need to clean up my mess.” He smiles at you, pupils lust-blown. “If you want, that is,” he adds sweetly.

“Yeah, I want,” you say, rolling off of him and onto your back. He immediately flips over and settles between your legs.

“Mmm, cotton candy,” he moans as he dives into your slick folds. You blindly reach out, patting the bed until you can reach the remote to the toy again, flipping it on. Dieter jerks upwards.

You grin impishly at him. “Good boys get to feel good, right, baby?”

Dieter’s smile matches your own. “Yes ma’am,” he replies, dipping his had back between your legs. He knows just what you like, quickly working you to the edge of your orgasm.

“Best birthday ever,” you think to yourself, as light explode behind your eyes.

You tell him that, out loud, somewhere between orgasms three and four. Or maybe it was four and five.

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY BBY #Dieter bravo #dieter x female reader #plus size reader #filth and feelings #also i know a lot about toys now lol #fic research always cracks me up

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I've fallen in love with trans girls usopp oh my god

Nami and Robin know she's trans they invite her to go shopping, spa days hair appointments. They accept and welcome here before usopp knows about it.

Usopp still feels a little silly asking to join them on their little outing. She doesn't want to ruin it by being the only "" boy"" when it's a girls night. If she doesn't ask Nami drags her along any way. Even before they expected her to be trans they were always comfortable around usopp. Nami more than anyone, the amount of time she's walked in on usopp showing just to ask what she wants for dinner (Luffy does it too but he does that to everyone he would start conversations while his crewmate is on the toilet) or to join the bath to relax and unwind It's normal. It's just usopp she takes her to the spa all the time. Mud bathes, facials, back massages. Nami gets a full mani pedi nothing extra just french tips, ussop just like trim and buff with a clear gloss.

When they go shopping Robin likes to find nice outfits for her to try on. She takes things from the women's section and places it in men, for her to "find". Like 'oh usopp look what I found in the men's section. Try this on it would look nice on you' and it's a flower print low cut shirt with flared sleeves and bell bottoms with a matching bandana.

They also notice when usopp is feeling insecure about her body or identity. She takes glances or full on stairs at herself in the mirror looking at every flaw or part that causes dysphoria. They try to find ways to distract her, if by clothes or going to the bathhouse is too much for her at the moment they take her to lunch or sightseeing.

After she comes out the girls welcome her and have a girls day. After they pry sanji off of her it's straight to shopping. They try on bra after, after bra, after bra. What size would you think you'd be? What size do you want to be? B? C? Nothing over DD. What color do you want? Undies tucking or non tucking? Bikini or boy shorts? How about the lace set. Sopes and body washes. Coconut and vanilla or how about hibiscus and honey? Clothes! You need some nice clothes and shoes. Heels you need one pair of heels and a nice evening gown just in case our captain puts us in a situation where we need to look nice. Her hair is cute already but it would look better if it was half up and hair down especially with this cute scrunchy that Nami found.

They come back to the ship with bags and boxes all carried by sanji. All belonging to usopp, the trip was honestly overwhelming to say the least but she enjoyed herself. She tries different looks throughout the month but she falls back on her signature brown overalls but now unclamped and worn as pants and a yellow crop top and floral pattern bandana. She also got a belly ring.

Sabaody was a nightmare. She spent two years training getting stronger for her captain, yeah getting fit was great (she loves her muscles) but growing a beard not so great. It felt like her body was betraying her but she couldn't worry about that now, not when her crew needed her in top form. After the two years she learned a lot about plants and found some are high in estrogen and can increase hormone levels. Not by a lot but enough to alleviate some dysphoria it helped a lot with her hair growth mostly. Speaking of hair she made a blade from stone so she can shave, it's better than the cheap razors you have to buy.

When meeting up again, Nami could tell she was a little self conscious about her appearance. She was going to give words of encouragement but was quickly interrupted by sanji being a little too overly affectionate to usopp. Fawning over her, missing her and admiring her soft skin, pretty eyes, her scent of eucalyptus and mint. He buried his face in her new long and luscious curls and babbled sweet nothing to her until Nami pulled him off. Most of her troubles washed away after seeing Sanji still obsessed with her even though she's not looking like her ideal self at the moment.

Buy honestly she still hates it. Sanji words of affection can only do so much. She hates getting dressed with the others, Shopping trips and spa days aren't as fun. She looks good, hot even but still a stranger to herself. She gets up earlier than most of the crew to get ready. shower and mostly shave, she hates shaving in front of the other girls. she's welcomed by Saji and heart shaped pancakes.

Usopp is tickled but still feels down. She asked him if she's feminine enough and she looks like a woman. Sanji is still in awe with her and answers yes 100 times yes. She gets a little frustrated and asks again not as a boyfriend but as a fellow trans person. Does she look feminine enough. Of course he gives the same answer but in a more serious tone and he tells her she looks like a lot of women. They have been to countless islands and met tons of people including women that are buffer and broader than her and they're still women. Luffy also chimes in agreeing with him (he also stole usopp's pancakes) saying she looks like a lady who would be on Amazon Lily. They reassure her that there's no one way of looking like a woman or being a woman but if it's dysphoria related they can call up Ivankov to fix things up for her.

Okay this is- This is so relatable, tbh. And also- Auch. It hurts.

I am so in love with the idea of transfem Usopp, too! She has been through so much,, And I love the way you portrayed her problems with dysphoria and the way the crew helps her out all the time. The experience of her asking Sanji if he thinks she's feminine, not as her boyfriend but as a fellow trans person... It's so- Ughhh. I love this. Please. It's so good. I love them so much. Thank you for this.

#one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso #transfem usopp

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 month

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For day 6 of the event, I used #16 from prompt 7 for the heroes from Class of the Titans. I went more with just the kind of theme of the sentence, instead of the actual sentence itself, so the headcanons are more about how they feel about dressing up for prom, what they would wear, etc. I hope any fans of the series enjoy it, as this was a super fun post to think about and write!

“This invitation says I have to wear a dress/tuxedo. This is stupid!”

Jay

Jay has absolutely no problems with the fact that he’ll have to wear a suit to prom. He knew that when he decided that he wanted to go to prom. It only makes sense for formal dress to be required and he was prepared for that when he asked his date to the prom, when he bought the tickets, etc. In fact, in Jay’s opinion, it’s kind of nice to get a chance to dress up all fancy and live it up with your friends for one last night before graduation happens and everyone scatters to wherever they’re heading for the next chapter of their life.

Jay doesn’t really put a super lot of thought into what he’s going to wear to prom. He knows right away that it’s going to have to be a tux, just because there’s not near as many options for formal menswear as there is for women’s prom outfits. He rents his tux, as he has no reason to own one and that’s a hefty splurge to buy one outright.

Jay does prefer a preppier, more classic style and that factors into the tuxedo he eventually decides to rent. It’s very traditional, right down to the black bowtie and he makes sure it’s well-fit to his body. He’ll have tried on more than a handful of suits and tux’s before deciding on something like the below picture.

Theresa

Theresa is absolutely beyond excited for prom. Not only is she head of the prom committee, but she’s been thinking about what she’d wear for prom since about grade 10. Like most teenagers, she really doesn’t get the opportunity to dress up like some princess and dance with a cute boy and have a huge party with her friends. Her father had tried to get her to do a debutante ball, but her friends wouldn’t have been allowed and she really wasn’t into that kind of thing, so prom is her only chance to have that big moment, as far as she’s concerned.

Theresa is definitely putting a lot of work into finding the perfect dress. She has so many options and she never could iron out exactly what kind of style of dress she wanted. A large part of her really wants that princess style ball-gown, with the big fluffy skirt, but she also really likes the look of a mermaid gown. She knows she wants something full length and nothing too low-cut. Other than that, she isn’t sure what style or colour she wants. Black and white are too overused, so she does want something with some colour or maybe some sparkle, something to stand out. She goes to a lot of different stores and tries on probably over 40 dresses before she settles on her final choice. In a slight moment of really taking advantage of her privilege, cost was never an issue or something that entered her mind while prom shopping and she also really splurges on hair and makeup for the big night.

She definitely ends up wearing something with a fuller, fluffier skirt. I think that was non-negotiable for Theresa at the end of it. However, I think her initial thoughts of what she wanted wasn’t actually what she wanted. She ended up being really attracted to the two-piece sets, with a crop top and a long skirt. It was unique enough that she didn’t feel like all the others would be wearing it, and she found one that she felt set off her colouring and suited her body the best. She feels like a million dollars in it, and at the end of the night, that’s all that matters. She’d be wearing something like the picture below.

Archie

Archie isn’t the most comfortable in fancy clothing. If it was up to him, everyone could just wear whatever they wanted to prom, especially since he considers it kind of biased against those who don’t have a lot of extra income to spend on things like tuxes and suits. However, he knows that nothing he says, or how loud he complains, is going to change decades of tradition, though he does try. He sucks it up and does decide to rent a suit.

Despite how against formal wear Archie is, he does actually put a lot of thought into what he’s going to wear to prom. He is the one of the few who thinks to ask his date what they’re going to wear before he actually goes shopping for suits, to find out if they want him to keep to any colour scheme or anything. Any hints makes it easier for him to figure out what to wear. With their opinions, he kind of has a vision of what to get. He prefers a suit over a more formal tux, and he’d prefer something a little bit different from what everyone else will be wearing. Blending into the crowd of guys stuffed into penguin suits sounds like no fun to Archie, and he definitely puts a lot more consideration into suits that are patterned, are different colours than black, or have small unique details.

I think in the end, he settles for a well-fitting suit in a non-traditional colour, like the picture below. It suits him really well actually, and he does think he looks really cool in it. He also makes sure to get his hair dyed the day before prom, so that any roots are covered and his hair is nice and vivid in the prom photos.

Atlanta

Plain out and out, Atlanta really wants to go to prom and have fun with her friends, but she really is the type who just doesn’t feel comfortable in a dress. She can’t move as well in it; she doesn’t feel like she can dance at all in a dress and heels, and it just makes no sense to her that she should have to make herself unhappy and uncomfortable for that long just because ‘that’s the way it’s always been’. She definitely petitions the prom committee for women to have the right to wear suits or pant outfits that fit the formal requirements.

Once she has gained that permission, Atlanta actually enjoys going prom shopping with Theresa, though she does get really tired after about the fifth store that Theresa drags her too. She found exactly what she wanted at that fifth store, so she didn’t see any point of going to a bunch more stores, though she humors her friend and doesn’t complain…too much, at least.

Atlanta rocks the suit look for women. Because she’s naturally very drawn to nature inspired tones, she picks a suit in a non-traditional colour, something in a dark green or a jewel tone. I could really picture her in something like the below picture.

Herry

Herry really doesn’t care all that much about what he’s wearing to prom. He’s just super-hyped about the whole thing. He and the whole group are planning on going to this restaurant he’s been wanting to try since forever to eat before prom, along with their dates and he’s really looking forward to that, to going and having fun with everyone at the dance, and then heading to Neil’s after-party. He knows Neil enough to know it’s going to be a weird and wild event and overall, having to squeeze his huge body into a formal suit for the chance to do all this? It’s nothing he can’t handle.

Herry actually does pay attention to the dress code for the prom and, after several students do complain, the requirements for attire are a little less strict than previous years, which actually cheers him up immensely. He’d been having a really hard time finding a button-down suit and a tie to fit his frame, so he leans a little more on the casual side.

He definitely still wears a proper suit. It’s actually an old one of his grandfather’s that Herry gets tailored to fit him better and to update it a little. But because it’s allowed, he personalizes the look a bit more to him by wearing a dark t-shirt under the suit instead of a button-down and tie. He chooses his accessories carefully and does spend quite a bit more time than he normally does on his hair. I imagine him heading to prom in something like the below picture!

Odie

Odie really isn’t much into the idea of a suit and tie. He wants to go to prom, but there was a time when he was considering skipping it, just to avoid the whole tuxedo ordeal. He’s small and slight of frame and finding a full out tuxedo to fit him is no easy task, and that’s not even going into how uncomfortable he is.

It’s not until the requirements for prom attire come out that Odie decides there just might be hope in him being able to attend prom. He does a lot of thrift store shopping and rummages through hand-me-downs from older family members. He wants something that feels true to who he is and shows his own personal sense of style, so he has a real specific look in mind. He does eventually find something.

I think he goes with the latest trend of tucking a casual hoodie under a blazer and dress pants, for a look that’s both relaxed and comfortable but also formal. He goes and has his hair done up professionally for the prom and he’s minimal but tasteful for his accessory choices. I could see him rocking something like the below picture!

Neil

Oh, but fashion, dressing up, carefully choosing outfits, and getting a chance to play with all that? That is so up Neil’s alley that it’s not even funny! He actually looks forward to choosing his look for prom just the tiniest bit more than he’s looking forward to the prom itself and he’s looking forward to that almost more than his body can withstand. Neil is definitely the person who is planning not only his outfit but also his date’s outfit, because they can’t clash with him. Their outfits have to compliment each other, not distract, or battle against them.

Neil likes to play with fashion rules, and he definitely keeps up on trends. He’d want something new and trendy, while also showing off his fantastic figure. He wears clothes so well. He’d want to still remain formal, but also wants something that has a bit of an edge to it, something a little bit more memorable than just a boring tux. It’s also really important to Neil though that the outfit photograph extremely well.

Neil figures out that you can never go wrong with just basic black. He plays up the ‘bad boy rebel’ style and image in his choice of what to wear and ends up with an all-black ensemble like the one below. I feel he’s actually really smart in the accessories he chooses – a pair of small stud earrings in his left ear and a classy looking, expensive watch.

#unrequested prompts #class of the titans #cott #cott headcanons #headcanons #high school au #jay cott #theresa cott #archie cott #atlanta cott #odie cott #neil cott #herry cott

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