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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 3 months

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❤ Yandere Hater ❤

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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WARNINGS: Incel vibes; Hate; Noncon (in his imagination cause he's delulu).

◾ Yandere!Hater who fucking hates your guts. Frankly doesn’t understand all the hype surrounding you.

You’re mediocre, at best. Nothing that special about you so he fails to understand why you’re getting increasingly popular these days.

You're not intelligent. You’re not talented. You’re not funny.

Heck, you’re not even that pretty.

Fuck, you’re actually nothing interesting.

Just another brainless bimbo on her 5 minutes of fame.

◾ Yandere!Hater that spends hours scrolling your social media, spamming your posts with countless mean comments, hoping you see them. You deserve them and he hopes you cry reading them. Worthless bitch.

Acting all sweet and delicate in front of cameras, but he knows better. You’re just another stuck-up assed girl.

Probably feeding on attention and money while being a slut to every rich guy that you get a chance to meet.

◾ Yandere!Hater who runs an online account - dedicated to you, obviously - where he venomously spreads hate against you. It’s his little safe-haven, where he gets to expose your fake ass to the world.

Actively targets and attacks anyone that dares leave those disgustingly cute supportive comments under your posts. Gets involved in so many Discord and Twitter arguments that he’s lost count on how many times his account has been banned.

It’s not his fault that your fans are stupid simps.

◾ Yandere!Hater who thinks the absolute worst about you. You’re an ugly arrogant bitch. But that doesn’t stop him from rubbing one off while his eyes are glued to that Instagram photo you recently uploaded - you’re at the beach, a huge smile on your face and your body only covered by the skimpy tiny bikini.

He furiously touches himself at the sight, imagination drifting towards a scenario where he runs into you at the beach.

You’ve briefly mentioned in an interview about your fear of the ocean, never having learned how to swim. Dumb you.

So he thinks about your plastic smile quickly disappearing as his hand grabs you by the hair, violently dragging towards the water. You seem pretty weak, especially given he has a strong toned body when compared to yours.

His cock twitches at the thought of you desperately fighting, begging him with tears shining in your eyes. He’d tame you rather easily, a mean slap or two making you shut up.

He’d pull you into the water, ignoring you as you hyperventilate. Push you to the deepest parts of the sea, the ones where only his feet are able to reach, forcing you to cling on to his shoulders for dear life.

You’d cry and whimper, begging him to take you back to the sand.

But he’d only smile, slipping your bottom off - uncaring of the fact that the waves take away the thin piece of fabric.

So what if everyone sees you half-naked when you get back on land? You’re a slut and everyone should know that.

◾ Yandere!Hater who almost cums at the thought of telling you to ride him - right there on the water - or otherwise he’d just drop you in the water.

Your choice.

You can either ride him quietly as he holds your ass with a tight grip or you can find out how to swim for yourself. He closes his eyes, relishing the climax that runs over him, imagining it’s your tight pussy that brought him to his orgasm, his cum dumped deep in your little cunt.

◾ Yandere!Hater who pretends like this was one rare occasion that won’t happen again but day after day, he finds himself with a hand down his pants, abusing his cock while imagining fucking you in the most degrading ways that exist.

◾ Yandere!Hater that gets more and more spiteful of you, which leads to a few disastrous encounters with you in public - only possible thanks to his network of connections with paparazzi - finding you as you go out with friends.

Encounters those that end with him being wrestled away from you by the buffy bodyguards that work for you, while you cower behind your friends, who weakly try protecting you from the eyes of the lunatic who just tried to drag you into his car.

◾ Yandere!Hater that promises himself to do humanity a favor and take you away from the spotlight, maybe a place in his basement is more appropriate for you.

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #yandere x you #yandere x reader #tw: yandere #yandere concept #female reader #yandere headcanons #yandere oc x reader #yandere x darling #yandere imagines

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arthropooda · 2 years

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#Twitter #@agiantpaperclip #Spongebob #Bikini bottom #Friend #Cents #Krabby patties #Sandy cheeks #Diver suit #Photo

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jksprincess10 · 2 months

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Precious || Sugar daddy ! Lucien Flores x reader

Summary: You meet with your sugar daddy at his California residence. (2k words)

CW: sex in exchange of money and luxuries, feelings, slight angst, infidelity (Lucien is married), jealousy, daddy kink, English and Spanish pet names, f masturbation, fingering, blowjob, praise kink, dom!lucien, unprotected p in v, emotions, sad-ish ending (sorry i'm feeling emo), minimal editing. Also, I haven't seen the movie, so this might be OOC,

A/N: We all saw that video right? Thank you twitter for this. Also, thanks to @ozarkthedog who inspired some of this.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

When you made an arrangement with an older man for money, you hadn't expected that he would be... hot. You also didn't expect to fall for him.

But standing in front of you, Lucien Flores was something else. A colorful, silk-like shirt let you see glimpses of golden skin. Expensive jewelry on his throat. A wedding band on his finger as he brought the cigarette to his lips. From a wife he did not care about. A wife he left at his main residency.

But here, in California, everything was a dream. He treated you like a princess, all you had to do was to be pretty and let him fuck you, which wasn't hard when he was so handsome, and when you were madly in love with him.

"Was your trip okay?"

"Yes, everything was perfect. Thank you for the first-class trip, daddy."

He smirked and let the cigarette fall to the ground, before crushing it with his shoe. He sat on one of the lounge chairs on the patio and patted his lap to encourage you to sit on it. You climbed up and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him down to you. His strong cologne tickled your nose.

"I missed you." He whispered, and you wished you could believe him. You wished he had missed your personality, your humor, and not only the way you sucked his cock.

"I missed you too." You responded truthfully.

“Sweet girl. What am I gonna do with you?”

“I don’t know, what will you do?” You responded mischievously.

“Did you bring the bikini I got you? Will you go lay prettily in the pool while I get some work done, hm?”

You nodded enthusiastically, and got off his lap to strip off your tight dress to reveal the red bikini that covered barely anything. The top was just enough to cover your nipples, and the bottom was more of a g-string than anything else. Lucien’s gaze devoured you, making you feel vulnerable, but hot.

You did as he said, laying in the pool on top of an oversized donut as he took work calls on the patio, attentive dark eyes looking at you from time to time.

After an hour under the sun, waiting for him, you got bored, and you wanted to play. Lucien was still on a call with a client, and you vaguely heard him speak Spanish, words about house prices and vague promises. You waited until he looked at you, then, your hand sneaked under your bikini bottoms that left little to the imagination. Like an automatism, your fingers recolted some of your wetness before circling your clit. The point wasn't as much to pleasure yourself than to provoke Lucien.

His eyes darkened, his attention fully on you as he kept speaking. He simply curved his fingers in your direction, beckoning you to come closer.

So, you did. You ungracefully got out of the pool and walked towards him like an obedient puppy.

"What are you doing?" He mouthed to you, while his client talked on the other end.

"I'm waiting for you." You responded innocently.

Lucien didn't seem satisfied with your answer. He got closer to you, until you were stuck to the patio door, your ass leaving a mark on the clean glass. He kept talking on the phone, as if nothing peculiar was happening, and he pulled your bikini to the side, so he could access your seam. His fingers went through your slit, sensing how wet you were. He looked at you with a disapproving look, and you gasped as he started circling your clit.

"... yes sir, with your budget, I certainly can find you the house of your dreams... I'll see you on Friday."

He hung up and put his phone in his back pocket.

"You want my attention so bad? You have it now." He groaned. His free hand held your waist tightly, and you wished he kissed you in that moment.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and bucked your hips against his fingers, gasping when he put two of them in your wet hole. He started pumping them in and out unceremoniously, filling the air with your obscene wet sounds. You cried softly, your back arching against the door.

"Lucien... please...I'm sorry..."

You felt him hitting that spongey spot inside of you again and again, as his palm rubbed against your clit. Your legs started to shake, and he held you up as you almost fell under the intensity of your orgasm.

"There you go baby..." He pressed his nose against your hair as he guided you through your ecstasy, inhaling your sweet, intoxicating scent. When your eyes met his, you stopped fearing he would push you away and you pulled him into a kiss. He crowded you against the house, holding you tight as he responded back with his whole body.

Only to be interrupted by another phone call. He groaned and let go of you. Still, his hand held your shoulder and he slowly pushed you to the ground.

"You will suck me off while I take this call, yeah?"

He took the call before you could say anything, but he knew you would obey. You unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers until his dick sprung free. Thick, uncut, and perfect. You salivated just looking at it. You started by licking the tip almost timidly, looking up at him through your lashes as he talked about serious work-related stuff. He looked so in control. You took him in the warmth of your mouth slowly, his hand cradling your head indicating that you were doing a good job. You were so horny for him, you could barely hear him talk, only hearing the soft vibrations of his deep voice. You bobbed your head up and down slowly, how he liked, sometimes adding a bit of teeth, just grazing the sensitive skin.

"Good girl." He mouthed to you, and you warmed up at the praise.

You accelerated eventually, hollowing your cheeks to make him feel everything. His hips bucked lightly into your mouth, encouraging you to keep your pace. His breath was getting heavier, and you could tell his concentration was failing him slowly.

"Can I call you back? I have another line I have to take. Yeah, okay."

Lucien hung up and dropped his phone to the floor.

"God... this mouth of yours, baby."

One of your hands played with his heavy sack as you kept sucking him, his body responding to you with thrusts.

"Let me come on those pretty tits." He breathed.

You hurriedly untied your top and just as you let his cock fall out of your mouth, he guided his cock with his hand as his come started spurting out. He painted your chest, and you let him make a canvas out of you.

Lucien helped you up and pecked your lips.

"Go wash up, make yourself pretty for your daddy while I finish a few calls. I left a few things for you in my room. We'll have dinner and I'll spend the night focusing on you, okay?"

"Okay, daddy." You looked at him one last time, and you disappeared in his house.

Lucien treated you like a princess, and you indulged in a delicious meal in his presence. You tasted the best wine the restaurant had to offer. You enjoyed his company and you talked about everything. The only cloud to your evening was a call from his wife, and you tried to burry your jealousy. Your job was to be the young and pretty mistress to the rich man, not his wife.

But you knew Lucien read you like an open book. When he brought you home, to his large bedroom, he crowded you against the wall, one of his large hands beside your head, the other one low on your back.

“What was that about, baby?”

You couldn’t look at him, couldn’t bear his big, sad brown eyes that would unravel the truth so easily. The hand beside your head cradled your jaw, and you had no choice but to look at him.

“Nothing.”

He tsked. “Don’t lie.”

“I don’t like when you talk to your wife when I’m here. It feels… wrong.” You sighed.

“Mi corazón… ” He cooed. “I have to play the part of the loving husband. Doesn’t mean you’re any less precious.”

You bit your bottom lip, swallowed your tears.

“Prove it.”

Lucien leaned in, and his lips grazed yours, his big nose bumped against the tip of yours. “You’re my precious little thing. Can’t live without you.”

Your body responded to his, molding against his chest as you arched your back. He kissed you, fiercely. The hand against your face almost bruising. Your whimper of his name died against his lips, swallowed by his tongue. When you came back out for air, his lips traced your jaw, your neck, your cleavage. Expert hands unzipped the dress he bought for you, and it pooled at your ankles. You kicked it away, and in a hurry, you undid his soft shirt. You leaned down to kiss his chest as he smelled your hair, holding you close.

“I want you.” He whispered painfully. The older man guided you and discarded your body on fire on his comfortable bed. Lucien got rid of his pants as he took the time to look at you, sprawled on his bed, dressed in precious lace. “My pretty girl…”

You felt heat rush to your face, and you realized how much you wanted to be his.

You both peeled off the last layers separating you, and he laid between your spread legs, his body warm against yours. You were always so ready for him. It took him mere seconds for to make you come, only so he could slide into your wetness easily and selfishly. He didn’t deserve you. You wrapped your legs around his hips as he stilled. Your cheeks were wet with tears, that he kissed away.

“Look at me.”

You did with a weak smile.

“There you are, my pretty girl.” He cooed.

“Yours, yours yours” You chanted back as he started moving slowly, but with strength that took the breath out of your lungs and made you close your eyes.

“You’re always taking me so well.” He praised. “Keep your eyes on me. Keep your mouth occupied, mi corazón.”

You sucked on the chain dangling from his neck, the metallic taste keeping you grounded as you watched him with adoration. You muffled your cries and kept your eyes on him as he started thrusting his hips faster, making your eyes want to roll in the back of your head. But you kept your focus on him, on the slight crows feet around his eyes, on his smile lines, on his beautiful, adoring eyes.

“You will come on my cock, baby.” His hand reached to where the two of you were joined, and his thumb pressed on your swollen clit, circling it at the same messy rhythm as his hips, letting you tighten and convulse around him. “Good girl.”

His words, his fingers, and the tip of his cock that kept hitting your G-spot made you see stars. You kept your eyes strained on him as you choked his dick and came around him with a muffled moan. He guided you through it, before grabbing your hips and fucking you deep and fast. His chain left your lips, and you replaced it with his mouth, kissing him slow and deep.

“W-Where do you want me?” He groaned inside your mouth.

“Inside.”

Lucien cursed as he spilled inside of you, before laying against your body, his head on your shoulder as he caught his breath. You caressed his curly hair and held him close, scared of loosing him.

“I love you.” You said in the smallest voice possible.

He looked up at you with sad eyes, and he kissed you long and slow. He would break your heart and you both knew it.

#pedro pascal #lucien flores #lucien flores smut #lucien flores the uninvited #lucien flores x you #lucien flores fic #lucien flores fanfiction #lucien flores x reader #lucien flores x yn #lucien flores x y/n #the uninvited #the uninvited fic #the uninvited fanfiction

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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musician eren x black influencer wife imagines p2. (dating phase)

this is still going to be a full series, it’s just taking a while to finish the first chapter! 😭

themes: both sfw and nsfw, phone sex, kinda pervy (ish) eren, back shots, pussy eating, unprotected sex, slight mention of angst, spoiled rotten reader 🤭

from that night on in the club, the two of you were attached at the hip. Always talking in your little bit of free time and following each other (and you’re like one of the only four people he does). He even throws a few comments on your pictures and everybody loses it because he never does that.

all the stan accounts on Twitter swear that y’all are fucking and he does nothing to correct it either. Because he wishes it were true. Even likes some of the tweets just to throw everybody off.

“Shit, if they say it’s true, then I guess it is. I’m not clearing up a damn thing. Let ‘em think what they want.” (he’d never tell you but sometimes, he ‘relieves stress’ by daydreaming about what it would be like.)

would sometimes scroll your feed and when he’d see a video of you on the pole or even twerking in some string bikini, it’d get him all riled up and he’d become frustrated until he couldn’t take it.

eren really hadn’t seen or been intimate with anyone in years so he was a little rusty when it came to communication. He hadn’t had to worry about another person or check in so he’d go hours or even days without responding but when he did, he was happy to talk to you.

“..sorry ‘bout that. Just been working a lot. I missed you though.”

baby boy was committed to you and his music only so you knew he wasn’t capping. You wouldn’t have to worry about his ass cheating..ever! Too much effort and he was infatuated.

you didn’t press him too much because you respected his hustle and he done the same. Having a woman around that was about her bread and none of the bullshit was a sigh of relief. Even though your job was social media, you never engaged the rumors and kept your business private.

the sexual tension between y’all is CRAZY though. It’s even more fun than the act itself. The texts, the teasing..the FaceTime calls! That’s where it gets real nasty. Masturbating for each other when you were alone, telling you all the things he wanted.

“I’m putting it in your guts when I see you..fucking you on sight, for real..”

there were no worries of him taking advantage or using this to label you as a ho. He appreciated that you’d even share such intimate things with him. Things that the rest of the world couldn’t see.

which is why it was all the more fun when the two of you linked up and made those fantasies a reality. You’d come by his studio when you were in town, wearing something tight just so he’d want to rip it off.

“..you wore this just for me? Pretty ass..I love it.” Something about those compliments from him just hit DIFFERENT. 😫 damn the Instagram comments.

he always made your wait well worth it. You’d heard his lyrics so you knew his ass was some pressure..but nothing could prepare you for it. Sometimes you’d only have about 48 hours together and he wanted to spend 24 of them fucking the shit out of you.

tells everybody not to hit his line for a damn thing while you’re here because he has ‘important business to handle.’

from eating your pussy in the front seat of his Wraith after dinner (loves when you grab his hair and puts his face in it)

HE DEFINITELY EATS IT WITH HIS GRILLS IN TOO! The bottom row with gold slugs and diamonds in them!!!!!

to letting his chain hit your face while he’s deep stroking your shit. Loves back shots on the balcony and making you squirt.

was low key scared he’d either come too quick or hurt you but even after all that time, he still had it. You didn’t make it easy though!

talks you through those nuts so good, you’re two seconds from living in his skin. “I know, baby. I know…and you’re doing so good. You taking this dick just like you said.” (and it’s big too bitch like omg! 🥴)

honestly, he had always been a freak but he couldn’t just give that dick to anybody because he’d definitely created a couple of stalkers in his lifetime and it wasn’t fun. You were the person to bring out that side again. Because of it, everyone notices a change in his mood and how much happier he seems.

although you never pressed him about making things official, it never made it easier when you had to leave again and go your separate ways. None of it felt real..he knew he wanted you but he was scared of commitment and screwing it up.

causes a little bit of a rift for a minute and you question if he’s just using you for album inspo or a quick fuck.

but when you’re packing to head to the airport one morning; tears in your eyes and ready to break down, he pulls you to his chest and says what you had been waiting to hear.

“…I don’t want you to go, (y/n). I love you..but we’re both grown and got things we’re chasing. So we’ll do whatever to make this work..promise.”

and he sticks to that..months pass..y’all are going strong and are happier than ever. You spend every second that’s possible together and even learn to take a few extra days for yourselves. Taking trips out of the country to just to stay out of the cut and makes you his top priority.

gifts of every variety from Birkins to jewelry, he cops it for you. Much like everything he does, he perfects it and is the ideal boyfriend.

You’re spoiled rotten, having your way on and offline and even he has to admit it’s cute watching you flex your new things..leaving everyone to speculate who’s sponsoring. But that’s y’all’s little secret. The relationship is wonderful and the best one you’ve ever had.

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campyvillain · 1 year

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oh yeah the One Funny Thing going on in twitter world rn is that the Girly Teengirl bit from spongebob like the one where pearl kicks out a lookalike of spongebob with brown hair and a dress from her slumber party because she thinks she’s spongebob in disguise when Girly Teengirl is just a completely unrelated character, yeah that bit went viral on there recently and because of it twitter users are roleplaying like they’re citizens of bikini bottom who are canceling pearl From Spongebob for treating Girly Teengirl unfairly

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lemonlover1110 · 1 year

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hii!! can we get a toji x fem reader where they’re in a hot tub and start getting into it🤗🤗🤗🤗

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Reader uses daddy once, Toji calls reader babygirl once

Discord +18 - Twitter - Ko-Fi

“Finally…” Toji sighs, getting into the hot tub. After a week of looking after the kids nonstop on your vacation, you two get a moment to yourselves. The kids tired themselves out, making them go to sleep early, and now you have so much time to yourselves.

Toji stares at you, and the way the bikini top looks on you gives the man a couple of thoughts. But he doesn’t say anything, just listening to what you have to say. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, just humming and nodding as you speak.

“Are you listening?” You question, and he hums in response. You move to get in front of him, your hands cupping his face and then pecking his lips, “I hate it when you lie, honeybutt.”

“I hate it when you call me honeybutt.” He tells you, and you chuckle because you know. He pecks your lips, his hands going to your back and wandering until they reach the back of your bikini. “I’ve just been thinking about how sexy that top looks on you.”

“Really? You like it?” You bat your eyelashes as you look at him. Your hand grabbing one of his hands and bringing up to your breasts. He squeezes without having to be told to do so, while your lips go up to his ear, “I put it on for you.”

“Aren’t you sweet?” Toji responds. His lips land on your and his tongue enters your mouth without missing a beat. One hand goes down to your bikini bottoms and he pushes them to the side. Two of his fingers run through your folds before he begins to play with your clit, causing you to softly moan into his mouth. He inserts a finger into your cunt, making you moan into his mouth again.

You bite down on his lip before you pull away, and at that moment he inserts another finger into your pussy. He slowly moves his fingers in and out of your cunt, smirking as he hears you softly moan into the air. He curves his fingers just right so they hit against your sweet spot, making the pleasure for you even greater. “I’m barely even doing anything, why are you such a mess? Babygirl can’t handle two fingers?”

“I– Can.” You try to defend yourself, but the way you stutter weakens your argument. His thumb begins to play with your clit, heightening the pleasure. You begin to thrust your hips, making the water splash. “Toji–”

“Is it good? Do you like it, baby?” He questions before his lips land on your again, muffling any sound that comes from your lips. You feel your orgasm approach, slowly taking over you. Toji ends up pulling away this time, and he bites down your lip as well. He takes his fingers out of your cunt before you can orgasm, making you whine. “Aw? Do you not want my dick, baby?”

“I just want to come.” You respond. Toji’s hands wrap around your waist, and he moves you so a pulsating jet makes your eyes roll to the back of your head as it hits the spot. Toji watches, a chuckle leaving his lips. Just about anything can make you come, you’re so fucking pathetic; but he loves it. “Please–” A moan cuts off your voice.

“That jet can do it, can it not? Or are you just so demanding that you need my dick?” He asks as he pulls down his swimming trunks. You don’t answer though, moving so you can get as much pleasure from the stream as you can. “Huh? Do you need my dick?”

“I need it so bad, daddy. Need your dick, please.” You say. He moves his tip through your folds before he slowly pushes his cock into your cunt. You throw your head back and slowly take it in.

He gives you a moment to adjust to his size before he slowly moves in and out of your cunt, and you shut your eyes. Your mouth falls open, and your soft moans are now much louder than before. Toji’s mouth lands on yours to quiet you down before someone from inside can hear you.

Toji finds it hard to control himself while he’s inside of you. You feel so good wrapped around his cock. With every pacing second he picks up speed, and you both hear the loud splashing sound of the water that mostly lands back in the hot tub– but some of it makes a mess outside the tub.

“Toji, it’s so good–” You tell him, pushing him away just so he can hear the obvious. Toji’s forehead rests on your shoulder as he leans down. He’s groaning, trying his best to act like a human and not a feral animal. “Fuck–”

“Such a good little cunt.” Toji finally says as one hand goes down to play with your clit. You don’t need the extra stimulation because you can come alone from his cock. But you also don’t mind the extra stimulation. Already worked up from before, your orgasm builds up fast.

“Oh– Oh! I’m gonna come–” You announce as his cock continues picking up speed. If he wasn’t so lost in you, he’d be surprised that the tub still has water. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, your mouth open as you freely moan into the air. Your legs spasm as you reach your high, his name leaving your lips.

“So fucking good.” Toji mutters, chasing after his release. Toji bites down on his lip, looking down at where you two unite. He’s so focused, while your head is thrown back and you continue moaning.

His thrusts soon become sloppy, and he groans, releasing his cum into your cunt. He keeps his cock inserted, and he moves his head so his forehead presses against yours as he catches his breath.

“What was the thing you were saying before?” Toji asks, causing you to laugh.

“It doesn’t matter now.”

#jjk #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fushiguro toji #toji zenin #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #daddy toji #jjk toji #toji x y/n #toji smut #toji imagine #toji fic #toji fushiguro x you #dilf toji #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader

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dairy-farmer · 2 months

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Omg pretty please post that DickTim fic here! Twitter is a no go zone and I don’t have an account so can only see the one post(?) not the rest

answered out of order:

sure! no problem!

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dicktim| tim is stuck sitting on dick's lap on the ride back from the beach. damian called shotgun and as the 2nd smallest tim has to sit on dick's lap in the back with all the bags, coolers, and towels.

the ride is bumpy and tim keeps grinding down on dick.

it's not on purpose. it's just that the sun has gone down and they're taking some back road home because it's bruce's turn to choose the music and he wants to listen to billy idol for an extra 20 minutes.

plus everyone aside from tim and dick are asleep.

the car keeps rocking and dick's hands are holding tim's hips steady during the ride. his hands are big and tim can feel the warmth seep through his thin cover up. unlike his siblings tim had forgotten to bring along a change of clothes so was stuck wearing his wet bikini.

the only protection he had was a thin cotton robe but tim could still feel ocean water seep through and onto dick's pants. he could hear the jokes about 'wet spots' already.

tims not sure when it happens. he has his arms rested on the headrest of the seats in front of him then

the car hits a pot hole or something and tim's body jumps up and when it comes down he's further back on dick's lap. no longer straddling his leg but now right on his crotch where he can feel a half chub pressing up against his crotch line.

tim freezes and feels dick do the same.

penises are weird. they get hard for no reason tim knows that. it's not dick's fault and it's not tim's either.

then bruce drives over speed bumps for some godforsaken reason and now tim is biting down on his lip to stop from letting out a sound at him grinding down on dick.

dick's grip on his hips tighten and tim hears him let out a slow, shakt breath.

okay not good. grinding down on his brother's clearly aroused cock isn't good and tim isn't sure if either of them will be able to look each other in the eye for the rest of the week.

they also can't bring attention to it. it's too humiliating to ask bruce to drive better because tim is grinding on bruce's cock with the way the car has tim's body swaying and rocking side to side. unlike dick tim's not buckled in so he only has a hand wrapped around his waist.

tim is biting down on his lip, tesnely holding still and trying to not be hyperaware of the cock between his thighs.

bruce is normally not such a shitty driver but tim and dick get thrown around with every high speed turn and after several minutes tim is muffling his pants.

one of the turns plus how tightly dick was gripping his hips to keep him still caused tim's swimsuit to shift. the crotch of tim's bikini bottoms were moved to the side and tim's fully pussy was now pressed to dick's sweatpants covered cock.

tim COULDN'T let dick know.

with the thin cover up reaching just under his butt tim was sure dick couldn't feel the difference and he's never know.

tim never having fully dried off and the 'wet spot' already on dick's thigh would cover for him.

but then bruce kept making sudden stops.

braking for birds, turtles, and small signals on the road. each stop tugged dick's pants down a little further each time. the seat belt kept dick still but tim kept flying forward and hitting the backseat of where jason, duke, and cass were asleep.

tim's forward momentum tugged dick's pants down until one more horrible break had dick's terribly aroused cock pressing against tim's dripping pussy, aroused from all the pressure to his little clit.

both of them went immediately still.

the suddenness of skin skin contact locking

them in place.

tim muffled a whimper and felt dick's strangled breath breath against his exposed neck. dick's fingers fixed against his hips.

they couldn't say anything. they couldn't say anything at all the humiliation would KILL them. they'd never live it down.

their siblings were all in the car and would never let them forget it and it's was too late to reach down and adjust without accidentally....brushing against each other.

tim felt as the lips of his cunt spread open, slotting dick's cock between them and sliding back and forth

on him with the movement of the car.

tim was biting down so hard on his lip he was sure he was going to break skin.

dick was similarly breathing hard, his grip almost painful on tim's hips.

it was torture. an agonizing slow grind with dick's cockhead occasionally mashing into

tim's throbbing clit and forcing out an unwilling spark of pleasure that has the muscles in his thighs and insides clenching.

it was like some horrible feedback loop.

dick grinding into tim's clit feel good and makes him wetter. tim being wet makes dick's cock grind easier.

his cock grinding easier means he can rub tim's clit more often.

tim knows it feels good for dick. he can feel his cock throb between his pussy, he can only hope he doesn't cum anytime soon other wise-

tim is able to catch himself faster but as he sinks back down he doesn't pay attention to where he's sitting.

the grinding has gotten tim wet enough that he doesn't even feel as dick's head goes in. another inch is when he finally registers but by then it's too late.

tim is only half sitting on dick's lap with about an inch and a half of cock in him when dick suddenly grabs his hips and forces tim all the way down.

the move stretches tim's pussy suddenly open and tim's mouth falling open to yell is covered by dick's palm.

something tim is grateful for because otherwise they'd have woken up the whole car and there was no way either of them could've explained what had happened.

still tim's entire body shivers, trembling as he tries to adjust to the feeling of a cock (dick's cock!) splitting him open

tim muffled whimpers and felt his insides clench around the cock pulsing in him, fuck it was so DEEP he could feel the head of it beached right against his cervix.

dick pressed his mouth to the back of tim's neck and tim squeezed tighter as he felt teeth sink in.

shit. it looked like dick was having as bad of a hard time too.

it didn't get much better. the car kept rocking tim, moving him side to side and back and forth and with each movement tim was riding dick.

tim was doing his best not to move but it wasn't working.

dick's palm was splayed on tim's stomach, feeling the belief of where his cock was in tim. his other hand was gripping tim's hip trying to keep him flesh to the base of his cock and stop tim from moving too much.

despite both their efforts neither of them was able to stop the clench of dick's balls and the flooding release into tim's pussy. tim felt the warmth hit his trembling walls and did his best to stifle his cry.

he felt dick's cum begin to seep out from the tight plug of his cock

and desperately reached down to catch them and wipe them on his white swimsuit bottoms.

no one would notice the wet spots but white cum stains?

they'd know immediately what had happened and they'd be mocked for life.

when dick goes soft he doesn't pull out. they both know it's the only thing stopping the river of cum from flowing out onto the seats.

by the time they're pulling into the manor tim is exhausted, his thighs are trembling and his limbs are weak.

dick managed to work a towel under them to catch the emissions but tim's not even sure if it's enough.

his clit is raw and sensitive because dick had started working at it as some sort of apology for continuously cumming inside him.

tim's hole is worn out and aches because he's been getting fucked for the entirety of a 3 hour car ride.

when tim climbs out, his bikini bottoms fixed into place, he's met with a wave of sympathies from his family for how he's walking.

bruce makes a vague promise about letting tim have the front seat next time and tim, exhausted from the car ride, just nods.

he doesn't care either way. he's wet and sticky. his thighs hurt. and his pussy is full of cum.

tim doesn't care about seating arrangements.

all he wants to do is sleep.

but the next time they're all packing into the car, tim pretends to call shotgun too slow and instead climbs into the back with dick who is perhaps waiting for him with a bit too eager of a gleam in his eye.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #dicktim

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bluebot01 · 3 months

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The so-called "florida bikini" which people have been drawing on twitter (well, the bottom is my own variation)

#robot girl #robot girls #ロボ娘 #メカ娘 #oc #oc art #うちの子 #digital art #illustration #イラスト

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jojikawa · 1 year

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could i request baby making with chamber? so much foreplay, multiple orgasms with the hottest dirty talk, breeding-kink-ish and the best aftercare?🥹

i really love your writing!!

CHAMBER x FEM!READER

tw// NSFW Themes (sex), unprotected sex, poorly google translated French, lap-sitting, spanking, Vincent casually sexualizing fem-bodied reader in a public setting, choking, light BDSM, breeding kink brain rotted Vincent, dirty talking, sub reader, dom Vincent, oral (both giving and receiving) aftercare.

by Sanyulmi via Twitter

Everyone in the protocol celebrated their off days differently. Pheonix spent his time trying to get at different girls or—Jett. Yoru spent his time with games or taking a ride out to the garden. Raze would spend time with Killjoy, etc!

Your days were different, though. You often found yourself out of the country or at a resort somewhere in France. The warm air, the exquisite food selection, and the company of Vincent Fabron. He was the man generous enough to spoil you any chance he got. He simply adored you. Vincent would do anything to put a smile on your face. Vacations became the norm at the very beginning of your relationship with him. As soon as his bank account blew up from his sales of weapons, Vincent became Chamber. It was quickly dubbed to be the perfect relationship.

Now, what about the future?

Vincent always dreamed of starting a family with you. He wondered how your children would look and how he would fair as a dad. He was a man that could do anything since he wasn’t sentenced to endlessly working to provide. The dream of being able to spend time with his family.

It was a Friday morning when he finally came to his senses. The two of you have been planning parenthood for a while but there was no set date of when you’d try for a baby. It was just something that…would happen. He was also tied up with his scheme with mirror Vincent. Another thing was that he didn’t want to pull you away from the protocol if you were truly enjoying your time with them. He was very considerate.

Until…he wasn’t.

Sometimes you were just too hard to resist.

The French man found himself staring at you, respectfully. You two were relaxing on the beach together and you were just an arm’s length away from each other. He watched as you took off the silk kimono, revealing a bikini that left nothing to the imagination. It brought together your breasts for flattering cleavage. The bikini bottom was a high-rise thong that made your waist look small and your hips curvy. You hadn’t been paying Vincent any mind the whole time until you decided to finally get up.

You turned around. “Vince, I think I’m gonna go in the water for a bit-“ You trailed off when you saw his smug face that was previously staring at your ass. “Vincent.” You narrowed your eyes. The sudden shift in your tone caused him to snap out of his daze. His eyes then rose upward to your breasts. So shameless.

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and breaking the line of sight. “What are you doing?” You asked, unamused at his behavior. He wasn’t the gentleman he always portrayed himself to be. You knew him best.

“Oh, me? I am just enjoying the view.”

A giggle left your mouth. “Oh really? I believe the beach is over there but for some reason, you just can’t keep your eyes off of me.” You placed your hands under your breasts making them jiggle just a bit. He wanted you so badly. “There are things in this world that are far more beautiful than this beach.” He took a sip of the nearby cocktail that was sitting on the end table beside him.

“Mmm. Who knew I could have found someone so romantic.” You smiled softly before eyeing him once more. “Are you not hot wearing all of that?” You saw that he was still wearing his usual attire. A suit. At the beach.

You loved his look but he was the only one dressing like that…apart from the bodyguards that were just out of sight.

“Of course, mon amour, you know I have my suits made to be breathable,” Vincent muttered as he adjusted the umbrella over his head for more shade. “Well, can you help me finish putting on some sunscreen?” You grabbed the bottle you had previously been using before politely giving it to him.

“Anything for you.”

You smirked at Vincent before sitting on his lap with your back to him. You brushed your hair out of the way, revealing the exposed skin of your back. You heard him fiddling around with the bottle, removing his gloves before applying it accordingly. The process was normal at first until he would get to your lower back. His hands were roaming a little…too much. You felt his fingertips dig themselves into your waist before his hands firmly found themselves gripping your hips. Your perfect baby-bearing hips.

Was it true that some men become more attracted to women based on their ability to carry children? Maybe…but for Vincent, it was very true! You were the only woman worthy of carrying his seed.

“Mmm. You don’t miss a meal, do you, Mon trésor?” He muttered under his breath, taking in every ounce of you. Perverse thoughts filled his mind as he undressed you even more with his eyes. His comment took you by surprise, almost making you jump at his words. “Vincent?! We’re in public.” You absentmindedly shifted your weight beneath him. The friction began making his pants tighten. “Oh, l know, sweetheart but I hardly get to enjoy you until we have time alone like this. I miss it so very much~”

“Maybe later if you’re good.” You remove yourself from his lap. The expression he made was almost cute. He definitely missed you in more ways than one. It wasn’t something he could control either. His eyes always lingered on you, every day of the week.

You then left Vincent to be by himself for a little bit. Not only could he be smothering sometimes, but it was also just nice to be able to explore some parts of the resort by yourself. It wasn’t long before your husband caught up to you, finally dressing in appropriate attire for the weather. At the sight of him, you couldn’t help but place your hands on your cheeks and smile like a complete idiot.

“Aww, Vince, you look so cute.” You remarked as you made your way over to him. Although embarrassed, Vincent smiled as well. It was always nice having a pretty woman call him “cute”. “Well, mademoiselle, I do have to admit that I was getting a little warm.” Vincent sighed, eyes lingering once again on your exposed assets. He wanted nothing more than to just fondle your breasts, not caring who was looking. “Just in time for dinner as well.” You snapped him out of his daze. You knew Vincent to be more engaging than this but you just assumed he was probably tired from traveling.

The two of you made a reservation at a nearby restaurant. It was much fancier than anything you’d eat at, personally, but you could never say no to thoughtful gestures.

The evening began well. The two of you were seated quickly by the staff because of Vincent’s status so you were happy. There was a scheduled performance so he had a booth reserved where you could sit side by side instead of just across from one another. That was when Vincent’s behavior finally began to make sense to you.

When you received the menu to order, you felt his hand creep up your thigh, beneath the table. “Vincent.” You placed your hand over his. “The night’s almost over, can’t you wait a little?” But your statement was ignored by him gingerly rubbing your inner thigh. His fingertips just brushed the crotch of your bikini bottoms.

No one was able to see, not when the waiter that had come by to deliver your pitcher of water…before promptly spilling it on you!

You instantly lose the feeling of pleasure as the cold water washed over your chest, dripping into your lap. It was too much water to make a scene to stop the performance, but it was enough to soak you. Now you want to change.

“I-I’m so sorry, Miss!” The young waitress began apologizing profusely. It was clear that she was new, so you wouldn’t hold it against her. “Oh, it’s alright, I guess.” You muttered, beginning to shiver as well.

You had been expecting Vincent to intimidate the young lady. This was a 5-star restaurant and he paid a lot to bring you here but…he was distracted. Again.

He watched the cold water stimulate your breasts. It hardened your nipples so much that they were practically poking through your bikini top. It felt like it was only the two of you in the room. The subtle movements of your breasts jiggling as you receive the towel from the manager to dry yourself. He saw you turn towards him, mouthing something he couldn’t hear. You noticed his eyes were looking at you at all.

“—…cent…”

“…Vincent!”

Finally, Vincent made appropriate eye contact. “Do you think we can maybe go back to the hotel so that I can change? My swimsuit is really clingy to my skin.” You instinctively pulled up the strap and let it go to slap your skin, making your breasts bounce once again.

“U-Um, chérie, you’re right. Let’s go to the room and come back.” The French man cleared his throat before helping you out of the booth. You smiled at the manager before asking her to hold your booth until the two of you came back.

Upon entering the room, Vincent quickly broke off from you, locking himself in the bathroom. ‘What’s with him?’ You thought to yourself. Although dumbfounded, you carried on, undressing and looking for something super cute to match Vincent. When he exited the bathroom, he was met with a pleasant surprise.

Your damp, naked body.

“There you are.” You sighed. “Do you remember what bag I put my other outfits in?” You bent over, rummaging around in different bags until you found what you were looking for. “Oh, here they are. They were in your bag.” You giggled to yourself. “How did that happ-“ You cut yourself off, feeling a presence behind you.

Vincent pressed his body up against yours from behind. His masculine arms enveloped your frame into his. Your ass ground up against his bulge. “Je suis désolé chérie but I just wanted to let you know how good you looked today.”

You hummed, leaning further into him. “Oh really? I could already tell you wanted to say something by how you were staring at me with those hungry eyes.”

A hand moved from your waist to one of your breasts, and his fingers brushed your nipples, gripping and twisting them to make them hard once again.

“Vincent! The dinner~!” You whined. “I know, sweetheart.” He replied, in a low voice. “You’ve been teasing me all day with that body of yours and I’ve held this feeling in as well.” Vincent removed his tie. He released you, allowing you to turn and face him. “Can we do it my way, now? It’s been all week.”

Your lips parted for just a moment. At first, you couldn’t remember exactly what he was referring to but in a split second, it came to mind. He wanted to do it without a condom. He didn’t particularly like the way it felt for him but he’d always wear them anyway. He proposed the idea of doing it without one because he wanted to feel your walls without any restraint.

“Fine, but we have to be fast. I don’t want to miss the show.” You said sweetly before Vincent promptly took both of your hands and put them together. He wrapped his tie around your wrists, making a cute bow on the front side for you to be satisfied with. You exhaled, lowering yourself to your knees where his growing cock was.

“Go ahead, don’t be shy.” He placed his hand on top of your head. Your face heated up as you meekly listened to him, pulling his dick out of the trousers. The tip was already strained with precum when you began to kiss it softly. Moans exited Vincent’s mouth when your soft plump lips came in contact with his cock. The gently placed hand on your head began to grip your hair.

You made swirls with your tongue before letting it deep into your mouth, touching the back of your throat. Your actions made him tremble and jerk at the pleasure. Saliva dripped down your chin and the sight of your pretty mouth wrapped around his dick was enough to make him cum for the first time. His load filled your mouth with most of it slipping down your throat.

Vincent pulled his dick out of your mouth. Now, he was really getting into it. “Is that all?” You managed to say. You whipped your mouth of any more contents and swallowed what was left. “We are only just getting started. You are good at what you do, you know.” He raised his hand to brush the strands of hair out of your face due to his roughness. “So, I’ve been told.” You remarked. Vincent chuckled. “I know it’s something I’ve said a lot by now.” He picked you up, placing you on the bed.

“I’m going to breed you so well, mon amore.” Vincent's smirk sent chills up your spine. The only thing you could do was patiently wait until you were bred, honestly. The two of you kissed passionately. It started innocently and progressed into something needier—hungry. You failed to quiet the moans coming out of your mouth when he moved to your collarbone and breasts. His teeth and tongue abused your tender skin, leaving marks that your co-workers would surely see very soon. “I can’t wait to fill your womb with my cum. I promise you will love it too, ma princesse.” His lips latched onto your nipple, sucking and enjoying the sight of you squirming at his pleasure. He sucked and played with your tits until they were so hard that just the wind was able to stimulate them.

“All day…” he began, his voice rumbling against your skin. “It’s taken so much out of me not to just rip those clothes off of you.” He chuckled. “And here you are, being a good girl and taking them off for me.” He resumed his actions, taking a hand and slipping it between your folds just to get an idea of how wet you were getting. “I better be the only one who can make you this wet.”

“Vince…” You whispered, squeezing your eyes shut. He was really just doing what he wanted with you. His kisses trailed down to your stomach and then your inner thighs. He spent a lot of time there, licking and teasing just above where your slick folds were. “Ahh, I remember you always being so tight. Even too tight for my tongue.” His thick wet muscle inserted itself inside. It was a combination of fingering and going down on you, consuming all the cream that dared to leak out. Your core was heating up between your legs. You didn’t have any control over your body. The only thing he wanted you to do was helplessly lay there and tremble at his touch.

“I want to hear how loud that pretty voice of yours can get.” Vincent declared against your skin. He ate you out nice and slow, edging you enough to drive you insane. “Vincent, baby, please!” You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to find your high so that you could finally cum. Your thighs closed around his head as you felt the euphoric warmth wash over your body. Broken moans left your mouth and when you finally released Vincent, his mouth was covered in your cream. “I can tell you’ve really been holding it in.” He cleaned up what was left. Now it was time for the main show.

Vincent crawled on top of you, releasing the buttons of his shirt, allowing you to see his abs and the glistening sweat that coated his skin. “You still want more…?” You mewled, stomach churning with nervousness and pleasure. “Of course, mon amore. I’ve yet to breed you.”

You instinctively began to fidget in your bondage. His eyes were still hungry and it felt like if he were an animal, he would ravage you. You felt his dick rubbing between your folds, pre-cum leaking out and wetting your entrance. The way you shied away and hid at times like this gave him the strength to penetrate you. The feeling he got inside was something closer to joy or happiness when he saw your innocent expressions become not so innocent…

He began slow, thrusting into you firmly, making you gasp and jump with every stroke. He knew you were enjoying his pace when you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer. Vincent couldn’t resist wrapping his hand around your neck, squeezing softly, and began to pick up the pace.

“You’re taking me so well, amore.”

The tip of his dick kissed your womb with fragments of his cum leaking inside. He was already getting close but he didn’t want to cum just yet.

You felt Vincent pull out. “I want to see that beautiful ass of yours.” He helped you turn over, effortlessly making your ass point up toward him. He took your cheeks in both hands, jiggling them so hard that the vibrations stimulate your pussy and make you wetter. It was abrupt but he would periodically slap them, just to see your reaction. He loved being the only person that could ever dream of doing this with you. Your cheeks turned red from the contact and now he was finally ready. He inserted himself inside once again. This time he was much more aggressive, pounding you much harder.

“V-Vincent!” You cried but he didn’t listen. The sound of your ass slapping against his pelvis was too intoxicating. “I have to breed you.” He said. “I need to get you pregnant with my kids.”

“You’re s-so selfish!” You whimpered. “You’re right, I’m so selfish.” He growled. “No one else can have you but me.” Years began to fill your eyes with overstimulation. Your core was burning and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I’m gonna cum…” You mumbled. Vincent chuckled deeply. “Then cum, beautiful. Squirt all over my big cock.”

Your body tensed up. Your nipples became hard and your eyes rolled back. You moaned loudly and the feeling of hyper-relaxation filled your body. You released your juices all over him. You felt his loud fill your womb as he grunted and gripped your ass cheeks while pushing himself further into you.

You were left speechless. You could definitely go another round but Vince seemed to be soft now. He was out of breath but the way he looked while tired made you blush. His face was red from blushing too. He was cute while flushed. “Oh my, what have I done to you?” The man sighed while eyeing you with an apologetic expression. He removed his tie from around your wrists.

“I think you should rest after that.” He suggested. You knitted your eyebrows together. “But the restaurant…” you whined. “Don’t worry, amore. We can go back tomorrow night, I promise.”

Vincent took it upon himself to run you a bath in the other room. He figured the warm water would soothe your holes and womb from what just occurred. It was a surprise but you actually needed help walking. Your left leg went numb from all the pleasure and he had to catch you from falling. He placed you in the tub and you thought that would be the end of it but he got in with you!

He was so very sweet, washing you in an innocent manner and even cuddling with you as you soaked. It was pretty much needed given everything that just happened. You hoped that this would satisfy him enough to finally enjoy the trip instead of being distracted by your ass breasts. He really made you smile sometimes when he was just being himself. You showered each other in kisses before exchanging “I love yous”.

“I love you, (y/n)!”

“I love you too, Vincent!”

#valorant #Valorant chamber #Chamber x reader #Valorant x reader #Valorant smut #Chamber smut #valorant headcanons #Valorant hcs #Vincent Fabron #Vincent Fabron x reader #Valorant fanfiction #valorant imagines #chamber headcanons valorant #[💌] - request

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sisisimss · 5 months

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✮✮✮ lookbook #9 - Gia Jett ✮✮✮

Here's a full lookbook from everyday outfit to cold weather outfit, watch her speed cas here!

everyday

top ✩ skirt ✩ shoes ✩ chain ✩

formal

dress ✩ heels ** ✩

athletic

top & bottom set ** ✩ sneakers ✩

sleep

top ✩ bottoms ✩ slippers ✩ durag ✩

party

catsuit ** ✩ heels ** ✩

swim

bikini ** ✩ sandals ✩

hot weather

top (cant find link, its by BFS/plasticsimz) ✩ shorts ✩ shoes ** ✩ socks ** ✩

cold weather

top ** ✩ jeans ✩ shoes (cannot find link - is by Kryptonita dec 2022) ✩ beanie ✩

so sorry for the paywalled cc! cc with two asterisks (**) means that it is paywalled. Although i can't link it here due to creators sending out dmca's that can get my page taken down, there are ways you can find what you need...

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#ts4 #sims 4 #cas #sims 4 cc #sims #sims4 #the sims 4 #ts4 cas #lookbook #mylb #my lookbook

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xmsimmerx · 14 days

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I'm starting ANOTHER series called "Shop The Look - Fits Edition" hehe. All CC used to create the outfits showcased in the picture will be linked below. Enjoy :D Follow for more.

Outfits [From Left to Right]:

Everyday Outfit: Cris Rings // Bucket Hat // Mia Necklace // Daphne Cardigan // Jade Pants // Platform Sandals 04

Formal Outfit: Pomodoro Earrings // Necklace V2 // Matilda Dress // Pearl Leather Heels 01

Athletic Outfit: Sport Jumpsuit // Toasty Toes Socks 05 // High Top Sneakers 03

Sleepwear: Morticia Robe V2 // Flatform Sliders 01

Party Outfit: Tia Earrings // Dainty Pearl Engagement Ring [TSR] // Mia Necklace // Ethel Cardigan // Betsy Skirt // Antonia Tights & Vera Shoes

Swimwear: Sereia Bikini Top & Bottom // Thong Sandals 01

Hot Weather Outfit: Angela Top // Leo Jeans // Platform Slippers 02

Cold Weather Outfit: Roux Coat with Turtleneck // Anklebiter Booties

Thanks to the amazing cc creators ♡ @caio-cc @aharris00britney @ayoshi @divinecap @its-adrienpastel @jius-sims @sentate @solistair @serenity-cc @arethabee @dogsill @rustys-cc @greenllamas

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No more internet for you (Pierre Gasly)

Since Pierre seems to be a danger on the Internet, you have to cut the problem from the source

Note: english is not my first language. I'm sorry that I didn't think this had potential at first because the longer I thought about it, the more I wanted to write it as a funny and breezy thing

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

Tw: references to smut

Switching your laptop off at the end of the work day, you tidied your desk and placed your belongings inside your backpack, checking if you had everything before closing the office and making your way out, ready to head home so you could see your boyfriend. You hadn't seen Pierre yet since you left the house early to go to your university office and he had arrived back from Monza around lunchtime if everything went according to the plan he had.

Unlocking your car, you placed your backpack on the back seat, unzipping it so you could retrieve your phone from the pocket it sat in since your afternoon break, bringing it wirh you when you sat on the driver's seat.

Turning your mobile data, you check your personal e-mail, only seeing a few newsletters from online shops you buy from before the notification bar showed that you had a few messages on your group chat with your friends. Making a mental note to try and schedule something with them and Pierre, since he was home for a bit after the triple header, you opened the app to see what they were talking about.

From Anna: I never took you for that type Y/N, you always looked like missionary to me, or maybe some ankle on his shoulder action but never that

From Marie: Nah, I mean, have you seen how Pierre looks at her butt? It's obvious that that's how they like it, even I would do her like that

From Louise: Don't you remember that time that she insisted that she wouldn't wear the tiny bikini bottoms from her favourite set when we visited them? I bet Pierre got handsy and she couldn't hide the marks

You read the messages and did not understand why, all of a sudden, your friends were mentioning your sex life. Did they want any advice? You weren't exactly unexperienced since Pierre liked to experiment a lot in the bedroom and you didn't mind it either, the trust you built on eachother over the years making it a lot easier. Wanting to know what they were on about, you typed a reply.

From Y/N: I love you guys, we've shared our youth together, the good and the bad, but why are we talking about my sex life all of a sudden?

Louise was quick to reply while you saw that Marie was typing.

From Louise: Y/N, dear, please go and see your boyfriend's photodump from Monza

From Marie: if this is the last time we ever have the chance to get a message through to Pierre, please tell him that at least he's going with a good bang in the bag

Opening the Instagram app, you flick through the pictures, seeing him the blue t-shirt you loved so much, specially against his tanned skin, the thermometer picture that you had nagged him about to send you everytime he took it and then a few more from the garage until you reached his Twitter inquiry for what grid position he would start on race day, given the amount of penalties the other drivers had, and pressing to see the comment section, you found the top comment replied by your boyfriend of four years, the damned dog emoji staring back at you as you looked at the screen.

Exhaling, you opened the app the communications service that had installed their service at your shared apartment had provided you with so you would be able to control who got on your WiFi (if there was something that living in student housing taught you was that sometimes people want the things without having to pay for them, and that remained an attention point for you) and blocked Pierre's devices from your shared house's WiFi, deciding that your boyfriend had had enough Internet for the time being.

Just as you were about to turn on the car, your phone pinged with two notifications, one from your group chat and the other from a text from Pierre

From Anna: I could think of worse ways to go honestly, Pierre is a lucky guy, still such a shame to see him go like this though

From Pierre: Mon coeur, I think there's a problem with our Internet connection

Opening your apartment's door, you heard what you assumed was Pierre's feet making their way to the entrance while you took your coat and shoes off, setting then aside as you placed your backpack in its usual place. Pierre stretched his arms to greet you, having not seen you in a few days and having missed you a lot, dropping them when he sees the crease between your eyebrows, "What's is wrong, mon coeur?", he asks genuinely worried. Looking up at him, you pushed your glasses to rhe top of your head, "Why did you go and tell everyone about what we do in the bedroom?", you out it simply, watching how his lips tilted as a smirk made its way into his handsome face that threatened to could your thoughts, "Now the whole world knows Pierre", you tried to reason. Chuckling, he tried to grab your arms, your reaction to step back almost like a reflex, "C'mon baby, it's funny, and at least people won't ask anymore", he smiled "and you and I both know how much you like it", and there was those blue eyes who had a way of persuading you, almost like magic.

"Oh my goodness, what if your family see it? Your mother has Instagram, oh no, no, no", you said mortified, you could deal with people from the internet you'd never see in your life but his mother? That was a no go.

"Mon ange, I doubt that she will get what it means, and even if she does, it's not like she thinks we don't do anything", he said, clearly not as bothered as you by the fact that he was talking about his mother acknowledging your sex life. You were all for "we all do it so we should all talk about it", but you thought it would hardly be a fun conversation to have with the in-laws, 'yeah, sure, I like it when your son has his hands on me like that'. Nope, that is not dinner conversation appropriate. "Besides, aren't you always saying people should be more open about their sex lives and speak about it with no taboo and all", and oh, how much did you want to squish that handsome face into oblivion and make him regret the smart remark. It's true, you had never been shy talking about with friends but the whole internet was a different level.

"Well, we'll see how you like it without Internet for some time", you said as you passed him, sitting on the living room sofa and turning on the TV, making him realise that he had been blocked from the network, as every other device was working perfectly.

Approaching you, he spoke up "it was you! C'mon ma belle, you know I didn't mean it to be a bad thing", he said sitting next to you, "and maybe it's probably not even that bad", he offered, "How would you know? You can't see it because you can't be trusted around the big world wide web", you remarked. Were you really that mad at him because of it? A little bit yes, but honestly it had phased you already. So what, were you going to feel guilty that you had a really good sex life? No. But were you going to have a little fun making your boyfriend work for it? You bet your very nice ass you were, remaining quiet and ignoring his lingering and tempting touches.

Getting up a while later, you headed for your usual evening routine, hopping in the shower since it was hair washing day and you took your sweet time, even taking the opportunity to try the new body oil you had gotten over the weekend before putting you pyjama set on, drying your hair quickly airh rhe blow dryer and applying your night skincare products before making your way back to Pierre.

"I made your favourite for dinner, and I put extra cheese on yours just like how you like it", Pierre said quietly once you crossed the corner to the living area, seeing the table set up simply and yet beautifully, the smell from the food invading your nostrils and hitting you straight in the feels.

"I'm sorry I posted it like that, If I had known it would make you this upset I would have never even thought of it", he said as he grabbed your shoulders, pushing you in for a side hug and kissing your forehead, making you decide to end the act, wanting nothing more than to feel his embrace tight around you. "I'm not upset or mad, I just got caught by surprise I guess. I never thought you'd be that forward about it.", you explained, "if you want to, I can take it down", he offered, "Pierre, once in the internet it will be in there forever. And I don't mind it that much really. At least people know you have someone at home who treats you well", you said, grabbing the collar of the linen shirt he was wearing, tracing the outline of his chest hair that you loved so much. Smiling at you, he finally placed his lips on yours, his hands going straight to your butt and grabbing it so you could be as close to his body as possible.

You were sitting on the sofa after dinner, the news broadcast playing in the TV as you and Pierre looked at your phone screen, "everyone is having a blast imagining our sex life, there are some wild things in here", you said as you pointed out a few tweets and comments around the many posts about your boyfriend's comment, "Well, this one is not too far off, I'd day, seems pretty accurate", he said and you immediately flicked his forehead, "what? We might even get some new ideas from them, we haven't tried something new in a while", he said as he pushed your body impossibly closer to his, kissing your cheek as you kept looking, laughing when someone had come up with a good joke and blushing when things got a little bit too accurate and graphic.

"Goodnight handsome, je t'aime aussi", you said as you snuggled into your pillow once you both went to bed, Pierre settling himself so your back was glued to his chest and resting his arm on your waist, "So you'll let me in our WiFi again?", he pouted, "I'm going to sleep on your case", you said as you grabbed your phone and checked if your alarm was on for the next morning. "That's it", you huffed, "what did they say this time?", Pierre asked as he kissed your shoulder, noticing you had read something on your phone that led you to that reaction "Yuki just sent me the link to buy book called 'Breeding dogs for advanced practitioners'. I don't care if he's small and cute and friendly, next time I see him, he's going down".

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