#no clothing suggestions I don't know their size but I do know they are growing FAST

[not-sleepys-blog]

Friends with benefits

Content: oral, f and m receiving, shy? sub reader, dom!Suguru?, praising, degrading, gamer!suguru, p in v, size kink?, just a lil possessiveness, breeding and talk of babies

Word count: 2,596

You groaned sitting on your bed in your shared apartment with your friend Suguru, who you had been casually hooking up with. Bored of scrolling through social media all day you decided to go into Suguru’s room to see what he was up to, only to find him gaming as usual. You sit on the floor next to him in his gaming chair and watch him play a solo game. Suguru glanced over at you, his eyes lingering on your curves before returning to the screen. "What do you want, Angel?" he asked dismissively, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he played. "Can't you see I'm busy here?" He smirked, knowing you wouldn't mind waiting for his attention.

You simply hummed in response feeling a bit turned on, feeling him eye your figure as you laid your head on his lap. He raised an eyebrow, feeling your warm breath against his thigh as you laid your head on it. He couldn't help but smile softly, gently running a hand through your hair. "Fine, fine." He sighed, turning off his game. "What do you need?" He asked, his tone softening slightly. "But don't think this means I'm done with games for the night." You rolled your eyes as you sat on his lap, burying your face into his neck chewing on the hoodie sleeve that you stole from him. He groaned softly, feeling your weight shift onto his lap. His hands moved to support you better, holding onto your waist as you straddled him. He leaned back, enjoying the sensation of your warmth radiating through the thin fabric of his pants. "Oh, really? What's wrong now, Angel?" He asked, raising an eyebrow teasingly. "Did you break something else?" He chuckled lightly, reaching down to rub his growing erection through his pants. "Or maybe you just wanted some attention?" He winked suggestively, knowing exactly how much trouble he could get himself into with you around. “I didn’t break anything” you pouted as you remembered the dish you knocked over and broke last week. Suguru chuckled, shaking his head playfully as he looked into your eyes. "Well, that's good news then." He said, his voice low and sultry. "So, what do you want, Angel?" He asked, his thumb tracing circles on your lower lip. "You know, if you keep sitting on me like this, things might get out of control..." He whispered, his gaze drifting down to your chest and back up again. "And I doubt your little pout will save you from my dominance tonight..." He added, his grip tightening slightly on your hips.

You wanted  him to do so many things to you right now, but the thought of asking for it made you embarrassed. But you knew if you didn’t say what you wanted he wouldn’t give it to you. You just pouted more, embarrassed about your dirty thoughts. He let out a low growl, his hands sliding down your sides to cup your ass, pulling you closer to him. He leaned in, nuzzling your hair and whispering into your ear: "What is it, Angel? Don't be shy with me." He murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "You know I love hearing your thoughts, no matter how embarrassing they may seem." He squeezed your ass gently, feeling your heartbeat quicken against his chest. "Now tell me what you want, or I might just take matters into my own hands..." He threatened, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your bare skin. You blushed more as you mumbled into his neck, “....want you to” your voice trailed off before picking up again “I want you to eat me out” Suguru's eyes widened slightly, a grin spreading across his face as he pulled away from your lips. He stood up abruptly, lifting you effortlessly and carrying you towards the bed. "Finally," he chuckled, placing you gently on the bed. "Lie down, Angel." He commanded, his voice firm but filled with lust. "I've been wanting to taste you all day." He stripped off his clothes quickly, revealing his toned body and impressive dick. "And don't worry, I won't be gentle..." He warned, his eyes locked onto yours as he crawled between your legs, You did as you were told and laid down on your back. Your eyes followed his movements, watching his every move as she covered your face with the sleeve of the hoodie you were wearing. Suguru watched you intently, admiring your confidence and the way you covered your face. He smiled, gently pushing the sleeve aside and kissing your neck softly.

"Look at me, Angel." He ordered, his voice deep and commanding. "I want to see your reactions while I pleasure you." He pushed your legs apart, running his tongue along your inner thigh, making you shiver. "You're so wet already, I can't wait to feel how tight you are." He muttered, dipping his head down and licking your clit. "Just relax and enjoy it, I promise I won't disappoint." He purred, sucking your clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Your back arched off the bed as your fingers made their way to his hair giving it a small tug. Your legs started to shake and close around his head as a string of soft mewls left your mouth.He groaned, feeling your fingers gripping his hair firmly. He loved the control it gave him, knowing you trusted him to bring you to ecstasy. "That's it, Angel," he growled, sucking harder on your clit and pumping faster with his fingers. "Let go for me, let me feel you come on my tongue." He demanded, his own cock leaking precum onto the sheets. "You're so fucking beautiful, riding my face like this..." He whispered, feeling your muscles contract around his fingers as you began to climax. "Yes, just like that..." He cooed, continuing his assault “S-sir” you whimpered as your leg closed in on him, hips bucking “gonna- gonna cum.” He grinned, feeling your walls spasming around his fingers as he pushed your legs back open. He increased the pressure, making sure you reached your peak.

"Cum for me, Angel," he urged, his voice hoarse and desperate. "Show me how good it feels." He released one of your legs, reaching for his own leaking cock. "And while you're cumming, I'm going to jerk off and imagine it's your pretty mouth wrapped around me." He grunted, stroking himself roughly as he watched you squirm beneath him. "Once you finish, I want you to clean me off..." He ordered, his eyes locked onto yours. "Then we'll see who's getting what they want next..." He smirked, nearing his own release. You let out a choked back sob as you cum when you finally get permission to, Your legs shake as cry out tears prick your eyes as they roll back from the pleasure. Suguru groaned deeply, his own orgasm hitting. He swallowed every drop of your juices, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. Slowly, he pulled away, his face covered in sweat and cum. "That was perfect, Angel." He panted, lying beside you on the bed. "Now, it's my turn." He grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him roughly. "Open wide." He commanded, his voice husky with desire. You moved your hand away from your face as you opened your mouth. He chuckled, appreciating your obedience. He positioned himself over your mouth, his cock throbbing and dripping with precum. "Good girl." He praised, guiding you with his hand. "Suck me off, make sure I'm clean." He demanded, his eyes locked onto yours as you took him into your mouth. "Deepthroat me, show me how much you enjoyed what I just did to you." He growled, thrusting forward, burying himself in your throat. "Make me feel good too, Angel." He ordered, grabbing your head and moving faster, feeling your warm mouth enveloping his sensitive tip. You took his cock as deep as you could without gagging, your tiny hand stroking the rest as your tongue moved around his head. He moaned loudly, his hips thrusting harder as you took more of him into your mouth. He gripped your head tighter, controlling the pace as you worked him with your hand and tongue. "That's it, Angel. Show me how much you love it." He growled, his balls slapping against your chin rhythmically. "You're such a good little slut, aren't you?" He praised, feeling your throat muscles working around his dick. "Keep going, make me cum in your mouth like the dirty bitch you are." He snarled, his breathing becoming heavier and more erratic. "I bet you'd look even prettier with my cum on your face..."

He whispered, nearing his climax. You took his cock deeper into your mouth, testing your gag reflex, making your eyes water as you held onto his legs for support. Suguru groaned, feeling your throat constrict around him. He knew you were near your limit, but he wasn't ready to stop yet. "Almost there, Angel." He panted, his grip tightening on your head. "One more deepthroat, then I'll let you breathe." He ordered, thrusting deeper until you gasped for air. "Feel how close I am, feel how much you turned me on." He growled, slowing down only momentarily before picking up speed again. "I bet your pussy is soaked right now, isn't it?" He asked, his balls tightening in anticipation. "Want me to fuck you after this?" He suggested, his dick pulsing in your mouth.You looked up at him, your eyes blown wide with lust as you nodded desperately. A whine coming from you as you gagged around his long cock. He smiled cruelly, feeling your eyes pleading with him. He pulled out of your mouth, leaving behind a trail of saliva and precum. "You're such a good girl, Angel." He praised, wiping his cockhead on your cheek playfully. "I'll fuck you soon, but first, I want you to clean yourself up." He ordered, watching as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. "Get on your knees, face the wall." He instructed, his voice firm but filled with desire. "Spread your legs wide, I want a good view of that wet pussy." He demanded, adjusting his position behind you. "Are you ready for my big cock, kitten?" He asked, rubbing his head against your entrance. Suguru chuckled darkly, his hand moving to your hip, helping you maintain balance. "Good girl." He praised, slowly pushing into you, filling you up to the brim. "Take it all, Angel." He groaned, his hips rocking back and forth, stretching you wider than ever before. "Feel how much bigger I am than any other guy you've been with?" He asked, his hands grasping your hips tightly. "This is what you've been missing, isn't it?" He grunted, his cock pounding relentlessly into your tight hole. "Do you like it? Tell me, tell me you love having my thick cock inside you." He demanded, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

“S-so good, sir.” You mewled out covering your moans with the hoodie sleeve. He groaned, his hips picking up speed, driving his cock deeper into you. "That's a good girl." He praised, his free hand caressing your back lovingly. "You're so tight around me, squeezing me like a vice." He moaned, his cock throbbing inside you. "I'm not stopping until I've claimed every inch of your tight little body." He growled, his thrusts becoming more brutal, hitting your G-spot mercilessly. "Tell me you're mine, Angel." He demanded, his voice low and commanding. "Tell me you belong to me now." He panted, his breath hot against your ear. Your  tiny frame withered with pleasure as you muffled your moans, tears rolling down her cheeks from the pleasure. You babble something inherently, your mind too foggy with lust and pleasure to even brother forming sentences. Suguru grinned, feeling your words muffled by the sleeve. He slammed into you harder, claiming you as his own. "That's it, Angel." He growled, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. "Say it louder, let everyone know you're mine!" He barked, his eyes locked onto yours in the mirror. "My little submissive slut, begging for more of my cock." He praised, his grip tightening on your hips. "I'm going to breed you until you scream my name." He promised, his breath ragged and his eyes shining with lust. "You're mine, forever and always, understand?" He demanded, his release approaching rapidly. “S-sir I c-can I cum?” You somehow managed to whimper out. Your body began to shake as you looked at him with a fucked out look on your face. He smiled, feeling your walls clench around him in response. He slowed down, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, hitting your G-spot perfectly. "Only if you beg properly, Angel." He teased, his voice filled with malice. "Beg me to make you cum, make me fill you with my cum." He growled, his cock throbbing within you. "Is that what you want, to be filled with my cum and scream my name?" He asked, his breathing heavy and erratic. "Then beg me, make me believe you want it." He demanded, his eyes locked onto yours.

“Please sir let me cum, c-cant take it. It’s too much! I-I want to be filled with your cum and have your babies, please sir!” Suguru laughed darkly, feeling your walls milking his cock. He thrust harder, aiming for your most sensitive spots. "You're so close, aren't you?" He taunted, his voice filled with satisfaction. "But you won't cum unless I allow it." He groaned, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. "You want my cum, you want my babies? Then earn them, Angel." He ordered, his grip tightening on your hips. "Show me how much you need it, make me believe you can't live without my seed." He demanded, his own climax nearing. "Prove to me you're my good little slut." He growled, his thrusts becoming more intense. “Suguru, please!” You whined,obviously getting frustrated. “I want you to fill me all the way up, I wanna be full of your babies” He smirked, feeling your frustration building. He slammed into you with renewed vigor, his cock pulsing inside you. "Fine, Angel." He sighed, his voice filled with dominance. "But only because I feel like it." He growled, his hips moving faster, his balls slapping against your clit rhythmically. "Scream my name when you cum, make sure everyone knows who owns your tight little pussy." He ordered, his eyes locked onto yours. "Come on, kitten, let go..." He whispered, his own release imminent. "Show me how much you want your pretty pussy filled with my cum” You cried out loudly, so loud you might get a complaint from the neighbors because of the thin walls. Your eyes rolled back as drool spilled from the corner of your mouth. Your back arched off the bed as you came around his cock hard. “You love my cock don’t you slut." He groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. Feeling your walls contract around him. He thrust harder, surrendering to his own orgasm. "Yes, Angel, scream my name!" He praised, his cock pulsing inside you, filling you with his cum.

"You're mine, now and forever." He growled, collapsing on top of you, his breath ragged and his heart racing. "Did you enjoy it, my little slut?" He asked, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "Was that what you wanted?" He murmured, his face buried in your hair. "We'll do it again tomorrow, promise." He whispered, his heart overflowing with pride.

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[noisycroissant]

Our Sweet Wife

Nanami × Reader × Toji

Bonus chapter

You had been promised to the prince of the kingdom before you were even born. You knew this day would come, it was inevitable. You'd been trained how to be a consort from the minute you could walk in a straight line. Classes upon classes on etiquette, history, diction, even on how to walk and dress worthy of a royal consort.

What you didn't know was that the kingdom was ruled by not one, but two princes.

Born to different mothers, they were as different as night and day. Toji was as dark as a moonless night: pitch black hair, jade green eyes, scars to commemorate every ruthless battle he'd been in. Kento was fair as a summer's day: light blonde hair, erudite, there was no one in the kingdom who could win against him in a battle of wits.

Everyone expected the half-siblings to fight it out for their birthright, possibly ending in one's death. But surprising everyone, even their own late father, the brothers had joined forces. Brawn and brains, together their kingdom prospered. They shared every victory, every decision.

And now they're going to share you.

Their promised bride.

*******

"Relax Kento, this is not the first time we've been with a woman," Toji drawled lazily from the couch he was lounging on.

"Of course not. But you have to admit this is different. In all aspects. She's a princess. She was literally raised to be a consort to a king. A king, singular," Kento's voice rose a pitch as he got his thoughts out, "We do not know how she will accept us."

"She knows what she's getting into, Kento," Toji responds, his voice low and comforting, "Just be ourselves, that's all we need to do."

"But..." Kento's protest was cut short by the guard announcing your arrival.

"The Lady Consort, your graces," announces the guard, as you're ushered into the grand bed chamber. You keep your head low, the cloak covering your head and most of your body. Not that you were wearing much, a simple lace nightgown was what your handmaidens dressed you in.

An outfit designed and selected to confirm a consummation.

The guard turns on his heel and leaves, and you're left standing there, goosebumps rising on your arms as you feel eyes on you. You slowly raise your head to see them.

Your husbands. Plural.

*******

Toji moved first. For a man his size, he was extremely light on his feet. He flips the hood off your head and snaps the cloak off your body in seconds.

You stare at his face, taking in his green eyes, the sinful smirk, that slight scar across his lips.

"She's certainly a feast for the eyes, Kento," he says to the blonde man behind him.

Kento moves behind you, a reassuring hand at your lower back, trying to stare down the wolfish grin that grows on Toji's face as he drinks you in, "I apologize for my brother. Restraint is not one of his virtues."

"He's right, but the things I can give you while restraining you..." Toji responds suggestively.

You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry. But you feel a warmth bloom in you belly in the position you find yourself in.

Between two strong men, their scent and voices making your senses heady.

You know what's going to happen tonight. You'd fought a silent dread for years now, wondering how you'd muster courage on your consummation night.

Maybe you wouldn't have to. Your husbands look like they know just what to do with you.

"Maybe a bath first?" Kento suggests, breaking you out of your thoughts.

"Wonderful idea, as always, brother," Toji says as he walks towards the bath chamber, stripping off his clothes along the way.

Your face heats up as you catch a glimpse of his toned back muscles.

"He's a bit of an exhibitionist. Don't let it get to you," Kento says, trying to ease your mind. "We've been so looking forward to seeing you since the ceremony last month. Our lovely bride. I hope you'll be happy in our kingdom."

Kento's smooth voice quiets your nerves and you let him lead you towards the bath chamber.

Where Toji already sits in the giant tub of warm, sudsy water.

"How about Kento gets in, and then you take your time to disrobe and join us?" Toji suggests, his eyes glinting with mischief, "Would that be easier for you, princess?"

You did not miss the teasing tone stroking the way he called you princess. You'd been called that your entire life, but never in that tone.

You dart behind the changing screen and peek through the gaps to see Kento undress and enter the bath.

"Any time now, princess, we're waiting!"

You slowly emerge from behind the screen, the skin of your face and chest blooming colour as heat and shyness shoot through you. You remember your lessons and walk perfectly poised right into the bath, where the men promptly move towards either side of you.

The warm water, the desire rising through your body, the heat radiating off your husbands' skin....you were close to passing out.

"Take a sip. It'll cool you down," Kento passes you a goblet of chilled wine which you gratefully drink.

The alcohol flows through you, calming your nerves, you lean back and let the warm water soothe your muscles.

*******

Toji's thumb touches your chin and he gently moves your face closer to his. "May I kiss the bride now, princess?" You nod and his lips press against yours, his warm tongue licking the seams of your mouth seeking entry. You open and moan deliciously as Toji kisses you like he's tasting you.

You feel his hand move towards your stomach, your hands shoot out and grab Kento's for support.

"Skittish little thing," Toji whispers against your lips. Kento takes your hand and kisses his way to your neck. You turn to him, a moan caught in your throat, let out when he kisses you just as deeply if not more.

Kento tastes like the sweet wine he gave you. You try to mimic the movement of his tongue and he hums in approval. He moves down, kissing your jaw and your neck, grazing his teeth along the lobe of your ear. You let out a small whine as you feel Toji's breath on the other side of your neck before his teeth gently grazed the skin.

"Princess, are you getting all hot and bothered?" Toji whispers in your ear.

You feel your cheeks redden as you realise that you need more. More hands touching you. More of their lips against your skin.

Kento takes your lips in his again while Toji gently tells you, "I'm going to touch you now. I'll be gentle, sweetheart."

You moan as you feel his rough, calloused fingers slowly flit across your thighs, higher and higher, till they reach your pussy.

"You're soaking down here, dearest," he says as his finger slowly move into your pussy and stroke your clit. You jolt, breaking Kento's kiss.

"Touch her with me, Kento. Let's give our wife her first taste of pleasure," Toji says, not breaking eye contact with you.

"Anything for our sweet wife," says Kento as his fingers easily finds Toji's, but moves lower towards your opening. He gently eases in a finger, making you buck up.

The sensations were too much, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you, making your legs weak. Toji kept rubbing slow circles on your clit, increasing the pressure every now and again, whispering the dirtiest things you'd ever heard and moving his tongue along the shell of your ear. Kento's finger touched places inside you that you'd never dreamed could bring you such pleasure.

You lean back, their voices and touch going to your head, making you dizzy with want. "I--- I'm going to cum..please I..I can't," you gasp out.

"What lovely first words to hear from our wife, eh?" Toji snickers teasingly as he rubs your clit faster and faster. He wraps a strong arm around your waist to ground you as Kento slips in another finger and moves it in a come hither motion, touching that perfect bundle of nerves inside you.

You come apart as your orgasm hits. Your body goes stiff as your moan wantonly, burying your head against Toji's shoulder.

He holds you as you come down from your high. You lift your head to see Kento licking his fingers clean of your slick. Your eyes widen in embarrassment as Toji tells you, "The night's only beginning, sweet thing."

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[noroi1000]

Yo! Can u do Boyfriend Gojo × Y/N

Where they get bored n then y/n suggests to do a fun role-playing game for passing time where she acts like a waitress welcoming gojo in her restaurant(imaginary) n he sits on the couch imagining it as luxurious chair of the restaurant or smtg n when she asks him "what would u like to eat sir?" He says "I would love to eat You~" then y/n becomes shocked n goes like "Gojo ur literally a customer in a Restaurant so act like one!" N then he gives some cocky reply like "isn't the work of a waiter is to listen to the customer?" then he makes things heated n then... ;)

(No need to write same exact dialogs btw I just wrote them for a reference)

Make it NSFW obv hehe 🍡

Thx in Advance I will be waiting for the reply ;)

Homemade Maid Cafe

Paring: Gojo x reader

pictures not mine!

Warnings: smut (sex on table, maid outfit, role-playing)

"(y/n)-chan, (y/n)-chan! Let's play something!"

You looked at your boyfriend who was standing next to you. Preventing you from leaving the wall you were standing against.

"A maid cafe?" you asked.

"Yeah! You know... I'm bored." He laughed.

"I noticed, Satoru. Also, I've seen you looking at descriptions about coffee shops like this." You said, waiting for what he would say next.

"You know, I was thinking... And I feel like playing role-play..." He muttered with a smile.

"It'll be dinner soon. But I'll play with you." You said looking towards the kitchen. Hoping to escape before he catches you.

Such fun always ends with one...

Especially if you're going to play it with him...

He put his hand on the wall behind you.

"Honey, you just recently said you were bored. Me too. So we can play something. Now." He smiled. "Besides, it's good. We will eat dinner. How about you be my waitress?"

You looked at him blushing. Even if you proposed it to him.

You know what he means...

Whenever he's bored, his thoughts come out as something perverted. When he's not trying to convince you to have sex, he's saying something related to it. Or touches you.

And this is something like this.

Or maybe he just wants something like this?

You won't know until you see it.

"Fine... What should I do?" you asked, watching his smile grow bigger every second.

He left for a while and then came back, handing you a transparent package with a maid's outfit inside.

"You've prepared for this, haven't you?"

You picked up the outfit.

You don't know if he was tying the right size.

Besides, you know exactly that he knows your clothes sizes. So it's no wonder he brings you outfits that fit.

But it's a bit smaller.

And you know exactly why. This man loves to watch you put on his clothes. He feels so proud then. And you look nice wearing his shirt hanging off your body. Or that his shirt sticks to your breasts sometimes. Especially when you don't wear a bra and your nipples stick out.

Then shivers run down his spine and the heat only goes between his legs, pumping blood to the body part he's been using too much on you already.

And even more, he loves to see you in clothes that cling to your body. Showing him every roundness.

At least this outfit is not a variety for a small child. You'll fit in it easily.

You're only concerned about the length of the skirt.

He might as well have bought it at a sex shop. And in such a store there are no other outfits than those that are too short, revealing too much, or those that have holes in the material in places other than just for legs, arms and head.

"I've been wondering what you'd look like in this for a while."

You took your clothes to the bathroom and started changing.

When you left, you saw him sitting on the couch with his legs spread. And in front of him was the low table that had been in the living room for as long as you can remember.

"You look beautiful!" He said cheerfully.

"Sir, it's not nice to comment so loudly on the waitress' outfit." You said getting into the role.

If he laughs at it, you'll burn with shame.

Or you burn him.

You could have made up a funeral game or an accountant game. Nah... If you were playing funeral and the table or the bed was a fake coffin, he'd jump on you and start fucking you...

If you were playing accounting, he'd make you change into a skirt, shirt, and jacket, and he'd throw you on the desk and fuck you. So either way, it's going to end badly.

At least now while you're his "waitress", you can go up to him, ask him what he wants to eat, then you'll serve him his dinner, and that's it...

"You should sit at the kitchen table. It would look more like a restaurant." You said pointing to the chairs.

"Nope. I'm in a fancy restaurant where I'm sitting on the couch. And I'm served by the most beautiful waitress." He smiled wildly, looking at your body over his glasses.

"Fine." You reached into the apron you were wearing and pulled out the small notebook that came with it.

You walked over to him.

"What would you like to eat, sir?" You asked.

Maybe he'll like this game if you fit your role perfectly.

He was staring at the table with his fingers on his chin.

You thought he was thinking about what's for dinner tonight so he could say it.

He suddenly smiled and looked at you.

"Oh, I know. I'd like to order an orange juice." he said looking at you.

You wrote it down in a little notebook.

"What to eat?" You asked with a pen ready to write on a piece of paper.

"I'd like to eat you~."

You widened your eyes at his perverted comment.

You looked at him and, shocked, decided to step out of your role for a moment to tell him your opinion.

"Satoru, you are literally a restaurant customer. So act like a customer!" you said before clearing your throat. "So what would you like to eat?"

"I want to eat you, baby."

You thought you'd break a pink pen in your hand when you heard that.

"You should not -".

He interrupted you.

"Excuse me, but isn't a waiter's job to listen to the customer?" There was still a smile on his face.

You decided to stay calm and continue.

"Today I'm offering you baked chicken with vegetables." You said with a smile.

"No thanks. I feel like something different today."

"What is this?"

You wanted to come over and throw that pen at him if he said anything about eating you.

"Something sweet."

You nodded. It was normal.

"What exactly?" you asked.

"Uhm... your sweet pussy~."

You clenched your fists and wanted to punch him.

But how much he only mentioned about fucking you made you wet.

Why don't you play his game?

It can be interesting and enjoyable.

"What exactly do you want, sir?" You asked again.

"Your body now on this table. No panties, pussy towards me."

More moisture gathered between your legs.

"Perhaps you prefer chicken, though? I recommend it." You said with a smile.

Suddenly he got up.

"No. I want my order. That's what I said. Unless you want me to talk to your boss."

Oh yes, you want to play this game.

"boss? Why boss, sir? I don't want to lose my job. Chicken is our dish of the day..." you said softly. Getting into the role too much.

A dangerous customer in a restaurant? Oh yes.

"I want my order. I'll come for chicken another time. I know it's probably delicious." he replied.

"Please sir-."

"I'm going to the boss. Guide me. I'll turn to him and you will be punished."

"Oh no! Please! Don't tell the boss! I will be a good waitress. I don't want to lose this job. Please sir~."

Hearing your sounds made his cock harden in his pants.

"Will you be a good little waitress and fill my order? I'm really hungry. And really generous. I'll tip you for a job well done." He said as he sat back on the couch.

He spread his legs, showing how comfortable he felt.

This game was interesting...

You walked over to the empty table in front of him and slowly pulled your panties off.

You knelt in front of him, grabbing his sweatpants and pulling the material down.

Allowing the hard, standing cock to pop out.

"Here is your order. I hope you will enjoy the service and the meal."

Saying that, you opened your mouth, letting the mushroom pink tip into your mouth. Listening to his contented purr.

  As your pussy dripped from how aroused you were by sucking him, he pushed your face away.

He let you straighten up as you knelt in front of him.

"Is that what you ordered?" You asked innocently.

"Yeah. The appetizer was perfect. Please give me the main course." he said with a smile and gestured for you to turn around.

He pushed you gently onto the table until your breasts were pressed against the wood.

He pushed the couch with his foot so he could kneel behind you and have plenty of room.

He lifted your skirt and curved it, arranging the fabric so it wouldn't get in the way.

He put his knee between your calves, signaling you to spread your legs.

As you did, he also placed his other knee between your calves, widening your stance even a little more.

Grabbing his cock, he placed the tip against your shiny pussy, sliding down your hole and slapping against your clit.

"Mhm~ The main course looks delicious~." he murmured before inserting the tip into you

You purred as you lay on the table, feeling him slowly fill you up and then pull you out to hit you deep next time.

"A sweet waitress like you is perfect for customer service." He said placing his hands on your hips, lifting them slightly. He held to get the leverage so he could fuck you at a fast pace.

The moisture that gathered in your warm core allowed him to do so.

"This is a perfectly prepared meal. Nothing is dry. It's juicy and delicious. I want to eat a dish like this more often~" he moaned pulling your hips closer as he fucked you.

As you moaned, you searched for anything to put your hands there.

You found the corner of the table with one hand.

His hips hit yours at breakneck speed. Making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

The fact that your body was pressed against the table made the table scrape on the floor. And you, too, felt the strength and speed of his thrusts.

Your belly, or rather lower abdomen, was pressed against the wood. That's why you felt even more clearly how he pressed deep inside you, in a straight line. Reaching even deeper.

Even if your eyes were watery, behind your mouth drooling, you found your way to his body with your hand.

And you put your hand right over his cock.

The way you could feel the veins under his skin under your fingers. And the fine pubic hair he sometimes doesn't shave off. Not that it bothers you.

He slowly began to stretch out. He left only the tip inside, but as he moved, his cock snapped back, slamming the tip wet in your fluids into his stomach.

Thus touching your hand.

"You're a nice waitress. I'm a generous customer, and in return for such a delicious meal, I'll tip you."

He suddenly thrust into you again, moving inside you even faster. Making you scream and cry as you lay on the table. Your legs twitched as you tried to tighten them, but his knees prevented you from doing so.

You couldn't stop a client who was making your pussy spasm. That held you in place and prevented you from changing position.

His tip for you was too nice.

As he placed his thumb on your clit, you reached for his wrist to stop him.

But before you could push his fingers away, you came, spilling your juices all over him. Tightening it, alternately pushing out waves of your wetness that made it so slippery. However, he continued to move within you. But he slowed down to only slow thrusts so as not to leave you empty.

Then he pulled a length of it out of you with a loud, wet sound.

Your body was shaking and your face was red. When he touched the tip of your pussy, you let out a soft moan.

He covered wet length with his boxers, and lifted you off the floor.

Swinging you gently over his shoulder.

"I think I'd like some more dessert. I've got a craving for that pussy. It looks sweet and delicious~."

You can't... Especially with his mouth pressing into your pussy...

But well, your client is your master. You listen to what your boyfriend/customer says.

Humming, he went to your bedroom.

Oh... You forgot to bring him the orange juice he wanted...

#jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo smut #gojo x you #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #Jjk x reader #jjk smut #maid costume

[adventuringblind]

Drive with you Forever

Chapter 2.1:

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader x Oscar Piastri

Summary: Max and reader go shopping

Warnings: mentions of neglect and abuse

Notes: I was thinking of that scene from Stranger Things of Max and El in the mall while writing this.

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Masterlist

Clothes are something that she’s never had a lot of. Hanna had taken her to get new clothes as soon as they got to Germany. It felt weird having new things. Things she got to pick out that weren’t ten sizes too big.

The store was overwhelming and she decided she didn’t particularly like shopping. She basically lived out of Seb’s old Ferrari shirts. The fact that she is now growing so much didn’t particularly help the clothing situation either. Proper nutrition means she can actually grow like a teenager should.

Max had noticed her particular hatred of the store early on. Seb had to drag her to go get new shoes after she’d worn hers so much she’d put holes in them.

That’s why he started offering to go with her. Maybe it was just to many unknown people. Maybe she didn’t know how to navigate the world of fashion.

Max went with the Vettle family the next time she had outgrown her clothes. So much to the point she was wearing his. It did nothing to help the crush he had on her that was growing at a steady pace. That pace is more rapid than he would like.

They went early in the morning to hopefully avoid people. She’s still shaking despite the lack of crowds.

“Can we go look around?” Max asks Seb. A hit of mischief swirls on his features.

Seb is a little hesitant. If only because leaving a fifteen and seventeen year old to their own devices is scary enough, and Max tends to make some impulsive decisions. Hanna instead gives them the go-ahead. “Just don’t do anything Seb would do, and you’ll be fine.” The older male feigns a look of hurt as Max drags the poor girl away.

“To look at clothes, obviously.”

“Where are we going?” Her voice is everything to him. She’s so quiet and gentle. He’d settled a few months into knowing her that if anyone were to ever hurt her, he would consider murder.

She groans. Max’s baggy t-shirt hangs loosely from her torso. As much as he’d love her to be in his clothes all the time, his dad may wonder why all his clothes are going. A conversation he would like to avoid having for now.

"One day maybe you can share my clothes, but for now you still need your own." Max can't help but notice the light blush that tints her cheeks at his words.

"I don't like it here."

"Mind telling me why?"

"Well..." She hesitates. As if debating whether or not to tell him. "It's just that every time my dad went to the store he brought back, uh -" She cringes.

Max squeezes her hand in reassurance. "I get it. But now we're going to make the store less scary."

Max drags her around racks of clothing. Nothing crazy, she looks at t-shirts three sizes too big and exclusively jeans made on soft materials.

"Now we get to try things on."

She reels backward away from him. Frantically shaking her head no. "It's small in there." He assumes she means the size of the normally cramped dressing rooms.

He thinks for a moment, doing his best to find a solution. "I think I have an idea."

~

When she woke up this morning, she didn't picture herself sitting outside the male dressing rooms.

Max has taken it upon himself to try on the clothes for her. Every few minutes, he comes out in a new T-shirt that actually fits him and jeans that definitely don't.

It's funny to watch, and she can't help but giggle every time he comes out in a different set of clothing.

"I think I pull this look of quite well!"

She laughs hysterically at the comment. Max looks like he can hardly move. "Max I- I think I want to try things on."

His eyes light up at her suggestion. Proud of himself for making dressing rooms seem less scary. "How about I walk you in since nobody else is here, and then I'll be right outside if you need me."

The next hour ensues a great many things. Namely, both of them are trying on weird outfits they put together and clothes that are definitely lacking in comfort. Both kids are out of breath when Hanna and Seb find them.

"I take it you two are having fun?" Seb laughs at the ridiculous clothing them have on. The girl shakes her head yes with vigor. "As great as that is, did you find anything you can actually wear?"

She points to the neatly folded stack of clothing. Seb and Hanna sigh in what she assumes is relief.

"Meet us at the register in a half hour, yes?"

"Yes, sir." Max nods his head towards Seb. When the two are out of view, they keel over once again in laughter.

Dressing rooms become much less scary after that. Mostly because Max goes with her every time and dillegently guards outside in case she needs help.

~

#x reader #fanficion #formula one #f1 fic #formula 1 #racing #f1 fanfic #angst #max verstappen #charles leclerc x reader #max verstappen f1 #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fanfic #super max #max verstappen x lando norris #lando norris f1 #lando norris x reader #lando norris #charles leclerc f1 #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #redbull racing #scuderia ferrari #ferrari #mclaren racing #mclaren #oscar piastri f1 #oscar piastri imagine

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hello hello! I was wondering if you had any winged aus tucked away? the latest post I could find (though goodness knows tumblr’s search feature is iffy) was from 2019 and I was curious about an updated list if it isn’t too much trouble!

Hey Lovely!

You are correct, it's been a LONG time since I've put a new list together... I don't have any new personal recs (been a LONG time since I've read them), so what I'm going to do is do a tag search on my MFL list and put together a nice fresh list of fics suggested to me by you guys! Please note that I have NOT read any of the fics on this list so I'm probably wrong somewhere, LOL. They're not ALL winglock, for sure, but if anyone has anything relevant that they can add to this list, please do! Enjoy!

WINGLOCK / ANGELS / DEMONS Pt. 2 (MFLs)

See also:

Winglock / Angels / Demons (Updated Apr 2022)

Sherlock x  Good Omens Crossovers (Updated Apr 2022)

The Detective and the Demon by oreganotea (G, 2,389 w., 1 Ch. || Supernatural Elements || Pre-Slash, Urban Fantasy, Demons, Humour, Friendship) – “Every demon on record is described as either monstrously terrifying or breathtakingly beautiful,” Sherlock says. “I have never heard of a demon with a forgettable face and a propensity for ugly jumpers.” The demon looks down at his jumper. Okay, so it might not be the most flattering article of clothing in the world, but it sure looks a hell of a lot more comfortable than Sherlock’s two-sizes-too-small shirt.

The Babadook by CatieBrie (T, 6,886 w., 1 Ch. || Babadook Fusion || Post-TRF, Horror, Demonic Possession, Violence, Halloween, Grief, Angst with Happy Ending) – “A children’s book,” John mutters as he flips it open. The pages are scrawled with beautiful charcoal lines and thick black ink. The cover, bright red, edges the open pages and something tugs at the back of John’s brain. It’s a familiar feeling, black and tarrish and thick in his thoughts. He shakes it off and picks the book up off his bed, turning so that he can sit on the edge and spread the book out across his knees. If it’s in a word or it’s in a look, you can’t get rid of the Babadook. He turns the page, ignoring the pressure building beneath his chest. There’s a closet on one page; paper doors meant to be opened by the reader flutter as John reads the text on the other page.

In The Arms Of The Angel by Watermelonsmellinfellon (M, 8,585 w., 3 Ch. || Fallen Angel AU || Friendship, Angels/Wings, BAMF John, Trust, Fluff, Romance, Eventual Happy Ending) – The human population possesses the ability to grow feathers from their spines, but less than even five million at a time ever actually grow any. A feather for a life. Every life saved, earned a feather. The feathers would overlap each other, until there was finally enough to create a wing and if some were lucky, two wings.

The Soldier And The Demon by LipstickDaddy (G, 8,998 w., 6 Ch. || Victorian / Demon AU || Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Soldier John, Demon Sherlock, Domestic Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective John, Protective Sherlock, Happy Ending) – Johnlock/Kuroshitsuji AU - 1879. Captain John H Watson of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers is dying from a near-fatal gunshot wound in the Kandahar desert; until a demon saves his life. There’s a catch, though; one day, his saviour will eat his soul.

You Don't Need Wings to Fly by Laiquilasse (T, 11,326 w., 11 Ch. || Wonderful Life AU || Bullying, Angels, Suicidal Ideation, Christmas) – John, an angel, is sent from Heaven to help a desperate Sherlock Holmes by showing him what life would have been like if he had never existed.

Tattered by SrebrnaFH (M, 15,857 w., 6 Ch. || Winglock || Family, Childhood, Society, Abuse, Electricity, Hurt John / Sherlock, Protective John, No Smut, Bullying, Sudden Relationship Change) – John visits Baker Street without any warning and gets an eyeful.

On Feathers and Bacon Sandwiches by Kryptaria(T, 21,092 w., 8 Ch. || Winglock AU || Demon John, Asexual Sherlock) – No one has ever stayed with Sherlock longer than a month. At least, no human. Fortunately, John Watson isn't about to let the little things - like biohazardous experiments and the constant threat of danger - get in the way of his friendship with a very special, very brilliant man like Sherlock Holmes. Part 1 of Feathers 'verse

The 13th Book by meet_me_in_samarra (T, 24,491 w., 13 Ch. || Magical Realism Winglock AU || Enemies to Friends, Friendship, Witty Banter, Interspecies Bromance, Demon Sherlock) – Summoning a demon was actually quite simple if you could avoid getting killed in the process. Therefore, only the powerful, the desperate or the stupid would attempt it. John Watson was likely the first, definitely the second but hopefully not one of the third kind.

This Is Family by SaraStarchild (T, 39,840 w., 16 Ch. || Hereditary AU || Psychological Horror, Body Horror, Demonic Possession, POV Third Person Limited, Protective Mycroft, Cults, Mycroft Whump, Sherlock Whump, Major Character Death, Graphic Violence, Retelling) – When the Holmes family's secretive mother and matriarch, Ellen Holmes, passes away, the family she leaves behind – father Martin, sons Mycroft and Sherlock, and daughter Eurus – begins to unravel cryptic and increasingly terrifying secrets about their ancestry. The more they discover, the more they find themselves trying to outrun the sinister fate they seem to have inherited. This is, pretty much, a word-for-word retelling of the 2018 Ari Aster film, Hereditary. Part 1 of Sherlock Halloween Stories

Though the brightest fell by BeMyGoldfish (M, 41,243 w., 7 Ch. || Celestial AU || Post THoB, Soulmates, Guardian Angels, Demons, Mystrade, Background Johnlock) –  In his office, Mycroft (the Archangel) tries to recruit Greg (the ‘ex-angel’ mortal) on a celestial mission to save Sherlock from what he wants most. "This is some elaborate joke cooked up by your brother as revenge for me not asking him to help on the Islington Exsanguinations, isn't it? How did he get you in on it, Mycroft? Did he hide your trouser press? Or threaten to expose your secret ciggie habit to your mum? This isn't funny. It's weird and obscure, but it is not funny.”

Trapped by Gem_Gem & harrylee94 (M, 41,311 w., 3 Ch. || Demon John AU || Demon John, Mild Gore, POV Sherlock, Mild Homophobic Language, Kiss, Bonding) – During his most recent case, Sherlock finds himself in the hands of the very people he had been trying to pursue. This mistake lands him in a cell, already occupied by a strange man who calls himself John. But who is John? And why does he look so... hungry? Part 3 of the Bonded by Words Stories series

Murderous Imprint by MojoFlower (E, 52,634 w., 24 Ch. || Winglock || Organ Theft, Imprinting, First Kiss / Time, Whump, Torture, Blow Jobs, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Case Fic, Magical Realism) – Sherlock should be focusing on the series of brutal vivisections Lestrade has brought to him. Instead he's distracted by a most amazing and unexpected experimental opportunity from the basement apartment of 221C. Will he figure out the one in time to stop the other? And does he need help in order to do it? Part 1 of the Hatch series

Not English But Angels by orphan_account (E, 203,251 w., 15 Ch. || Twisted Canon, Slow Burn, First Kiss/Time, Minor Character Death) – A sort-of canon, sort-of AU fic in which I twist and supplement canon to weave it into a new story in which Sherlock and John come from different worlds and nothing is quite what it seems.

WORKS IN PROGRESS

The Posthumous Game by S_IRIS (E, 58,695+ w., 12/19 Ch. || WiP || Supernatural Elements AU || S4 Fix It, Crack, Humour, Fluff, Demonic Possession, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss/Time, Sherlock Whump, Hurt Comfort, Hallucinations) – A Season 4 fix-it fic where Jim Moriarty really is dead but comes back as a demon to haunt Sherlock. The only problem is Jim is a total newbie at demonic possession so he tries to make-do and ends up making Johnlock happen. Only, it doesn’t happen the way you’d think.

Hellfire by HarleysCompass (E, 66,660+ w., 19/? Ch. || WiP || Fallen Angel AU || Biblical References, BAMF John, Sexual Content, Fallen Angel John) – In 1880 Dr. John H. Watson dies on foreign soil. The next thing he knows he's wandering the planes of Heaven. After betraying God, John is cast out, employed by the devil, and protecting a sociopath of a human with a penchant for trouble and pissing off Angels. 

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #winglock fics #angels and demons #supernatural fics #magical realism fics #my fic recs #marked for later fics #wip fics

[askthatoneanacondraikaiguy]

Omg it's so random but Does Kai and Skylor still wear clothes to hide potential genitals from people ? If so, how Wu does get the clothes ? Because they're both pretty large and tall so they need extra sized clothe now.

Does Kai and Skylor still sleep in a bed ? You said they can pretty much curl on themselves and sleep anywhere but maybe they could sleep together in a king sized matress with a lot of warm blankets ?

Okay, yeah, that's definitely random! But, a reasonable question.

So, I'm gonna answer your ask in reverse, so that any snake people nudity can be included under a read more. Later, I'll post the illustration of Kai napping separately (with a matching Skylor art) too for people who wanna reblog that but not the rest of this answer.

As for beds, yeah, Kai and Skylor can still sleep in beds. They usually do. However, they are also very comfortable sleeping from suspended forms. Anacondrai would sleep in swamp trees and rainforest branches suspended over bodies of water for quick escapes and opportunistic hunting opportunities.

(I'm realizing now; considering how large Anacondrai can get, they almost definitely hunted gators at some point in history)

As for concern of nudity and clothes:

Skylor and Kai technically don't need to wear clothes, but it'd feel pretty weird if they didn't, like walking around in underwear but not pants; technically you're covered but Man It Feels Weird.

I personally HC that Skylor didn't get to pick out much of her wardrobe growing up with her father, so she's taking advantage of her new freedom to use it to express herself. She may have no control over being an Anacondrai or how that looks, but she has control over how she dresses now, and she embraces that.

in season 5, Wu apparently orders the Ninjas clothes? Not just the tea uniforms, it's suggested that their new ninja uniforms arrive that way too. He probably has a friend or something in textile and fashion work that he can call up for getting the clothes for his Ninja.

Skylor doesn't have that and I don't think she would have been taught how to alter clothes, but I figure she could go to Nya for help on that front. Nya designed her own Samurai suit (and also had more than a few hand-me-down outfits in her life), she definitely knows how to alter clothes to fit better. Kai is the one who suggests it when he sees Skylor struggling with, say, skirts designed for human waists and not Serpentine ones.

Further answer (including an illustration; not NSFW I don't think but there are no clothes) under the read more;

Snakes genitalia is internal, so, no, at any given point Kai and Skylor don't have to worry about it. The closest to that would be the pelvic spurs, but I HC those only occur on wild snakes and not on Serpentine. It's one of the ways you can tell a Serpentine newborn apart from a normal snake.

(Fun Fact: Anacondas are ovoviviparous, meaning they hatch their eggs internally and give birth to live young instead of laying eggs like Pythons)

(why'd I dedicate so much time to the lighting on the scales in this? No clue)

For some reason Aspheera canonically has breasts (or the implication of them in the contour of her clothing at least). But I refuse to think about what that implies for Serpentine as a whole. Skylor's transformation has basically just given her thicker scale armor across her chest.

I hope that answers your questions!

#anacondrai kai #permanent anacondrai au #ninjago au #ninjago kai #triple m art #skylor chen #skylor ninjago #anacondrai skylor

[besuggestion]

Oh I have a suggestion! What if you are a wish granting fairy(?) But you can only do that when you're turned on. So your bf keeps you turned on all the time he needs to feel bigger tits or drink milk. Kissing, fingering, sucking boobs

[hope you don't mind if I edit the premise a bit 👀]

I have a secret. I can grant wishes.

Nobody knows besides my family, because it's a bit weird. I, um.... can only grant wishes when I'm turned on. So, as you can imagine, I never really used it much. It's not like I can get horny in school and wish for my test to have all the right answers, right? Well, maybe someone could do that, but not me. All my wishes ended up being silly things, like wishing for a better vibrator, haha. I guess that's what happens when you wish while horny.

My boyfriend proposed to me, so I figure it's about time to tell him.

___

"Hey babe," I begin, "I can grant wishes."

He looks at me like I grew another head.

"No, really." I try to explain. "I can grant wishes when I'm turned on."

At that, his eyes light up. Maybe he thinks this is just some weird foreplay from me, and he is a super horndog.

Immediately, he moves over and grabs my tits. I'm always a bit embarrassed when he does that, especially because I don't have much to grab.

"I'm not joking," I try to say, but I am getting a little turned on.

"Of course not," he murmurs, before leaning in to kiss my neck.

I shiver. I don't need to convince him--I can just show him.

He keeps kissing, and I let out a moan.

"Turned on enough, yet? Can I make my wish?" He teases, his kisses getting harder, leaving little bites.

I gasp. "Y--yes, what is it?"

He grins. "One million dollars."

I want to laugh, but instead I let out another moan as his hands touch me all over.

Then, I feel it. The wish. It builds, first a heat in my chest, then spreading, and finally landing between my legs, as my crotch twitches and grows sensitive.

"Ch--check and see." I manage to get out, and he reluctantly pulls out his phone to check his bank account.

He drops his phone.

"Holy shit." he says, wide eyes staring at me, a pure surprised expression that slowly melts into a smirk.

He grabs me, pulling me close and immediately pulling down my pants.

"How many wishes can I make?" he mutters as he grabs my crotch. I instantly moan, my knees buckling for a moment.

"God, you're wet." he teases, before slipping a finger inside. "Let's see... I wish your tits were three sizes bigger."

"Wai--!" I begin to protest, but the wish was already coming true. My chest trembles, then starts growing. It ached, the feeling of them stretching, growing bigger, as my nipples grew in size... My head was starting to ache too, as the hot feeling spread, everything fading into the background as the feeling takes over, as the only thing that matter was my throbbing pussy...

"Holy shit," my boyfriend whispers, before grabbing my tits with his free hand.

"Haaah!" I moan, squirming.

My boyfriend grins, his smile clearly sinister. "I wish your ass was two sizes bigger."

"You--you can't just--" I begin, before letting out another moan. I feel my thighs getting bigger, my ass growing while my asshole tingled...

He was just changing my body as he pleased, the greedy pig... but I was starting to not care.

No. I was starting to enjoy it. I wanted to change however he wanted, as long as it felt this good...

He pulls off the rest of my clothes, taking a look at my changed body before pushing me against the wall.

"You know what? It's not enough. I wish your tits were two sizes bigger." he murmurs, before pressing his cock against my crotch.

I don't have a choice. I whimper, over and over as my chest gets even bigger, to a heaving, unreasonable size, until he finally slides his cock inside me.

"Haah!" I moan again.

Oh, god.

Nothing matters. I need more.

He keeps wishing. I don't hear them. My body feels more and more sensitive, like I'm made for nothing but fucking. He thrusts in and out, my mind fuzzy and empty except for the pleasure. He keeps changing me, like I'm his sex doll.

Oh, god. Maybe I am.

That's fine. It feels too good. My body isn't mine anymore, but his, as long as he keeps using me, over and over,,,

#breast expansion #corruption #replies #boyfriend

[xxrainstorm]

Raring

Pairing: Joakim “Jolly” Karlsson x reader

Word Count: 863 Cross posted Wattpad

cw / tags: smut, breeding kink

18 + MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Authors note: Alrighty I’ve decided to finally start posting my fanfics I have always wrote them just for me but never posted any publicly and decided to finally just bite the bullet and go for it. I am gonna apologize in advanced I’m not very skilled my grammar and spelling may be slacking but desperate times come desperate measures. There is simply not enough bad omens fanfics especially not about Jolly, Nicholas and Folio so that’s what I’m gonna shoot mainly for. Noah gets enough attention as it is so now it’s the rest of the bands turn. That being said if you have any suggestions or ideas DM me or put it in my ask and I’ll do what I can to write for you 🖤 I am still down to write about Noah I’d just really prefer the other three especially Joakim because he is the love of my life even if he doesn’t know it yet 😅

I love criticism. Tell me what you like and what you don’t. Feel free to drop suggestions. Just bare with me I will eventually get the hang of this lol.

P. S. I suck at titles so I apologize I’m advanced for that

Joakim had managed to seduce you into bed for the 3rd time today already having made you cum once with his mouth and once with his fingers before whisking you off to the bedroom yet again. 

He practically throws you back onto on the bed before quickly stripping out of clothes and climbing on top of you kissing you hungrily. He takes his time marking you covering your breasts in hickies before roughly pinning your arms above your head and forcing your legs apart. 

He grabs his shaft and roughly slides his tip up and down your folds teasing your clit with it covering himself in your slick arousal. You were already so sensitive it almost hurt. Your entire body shuddered in response to his cruelty. You can't help but try to grind your hips against him desperate for some relief. 

"Ah...fuck Joakim please" you cry out "Just fuck me already!"

"Such a needy girl aren't you baby" he chuckles lining himself up with your entrance before slowly sinking into you bottoming himself out. He stills deep inside you giving you a moment to adjust to the familiar sting of his size. He leans down and kisses you sweetly before slowly pulling himself almost all the way out of your soaked cunt. He roughly slams his cock back into you making you yelp into his kiss bringing tears to your eyes from the oversensitivity. 

He can feel you clenching around him quickly building up to your third orgasm of the evening and knows you won't last much longer. He also knows the second he feels you spasm around him releasing yourself all over him he will instantly be a goner too.

"Where do you want me to cum pretty girl?" He rasps hot breath tickling your neck  "do you want me to fill you up? Put a baby in you?" he teases 

His words cause you involuntarily clench harder around his throbbing cock. Joakim notices, smiling deviously down at you as he continues thrusting roughly in and out of you. 

" I see, I see" he chuckles darkly "you love the idea of me filling you up don't you Princess?" 

His words alone are making your head spin your third orgasm growing closer and closer with every passing second. He thrusts deeper, and faster than you thought possible his massive cock brushing against your cervix with each stroke pushing you closer and closer to coming completely undone around him. 

"You want me to fuck a baby into you don't you Raring? You love the idea of being round with MY baby" you moan in response and he shakes his head clicking his tongue at you before brushing your hair off of your sweat slick forehead and tucking it behind your ear

"Use your words baby. Look me in the eyes and tell me what you want from me" he coos using his thumb to lightly circle your clit, teasing you just enough to leave you whimpering and begging for more.

"Please, please Daddy use me" you begged looking into his eyes struggling to get the words out between feverish moans  "I need you to fill me I wanna feel you " 

His eyes darken. He grips your hips so tightly you are certain there will be bruises tomorrow. He thrusts into you with such force it causes the bed frame to slam against the wall with each stroke. 

"I know you're close baby, let go cum for me" he groans and that was all it took to send you toppling over the edge. You screamed out his name clawing at his forearms as he continued to hold you still and thrust into you with all his might. A few seconds later he spills into you filling you with his warm cum. He collapses on top of you sweaty and out of breath. You both lay in silence trying to catch your breaths as you feel him soften still inside you. You absentmindedly play with his hair brushing it out of his face while rubbing his upper back. 

After a few more minutes of cuddles he finally pulls himself off of you, both of you wincing as he pulls out. You attempt to get up to clean yourself but he pushes you back down hovering above you. 

"Nope. uh uh I was serious y/n" 

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion 

"I am giving you a baby. You are gonna lay your ass down and stay there filled with my cum. You better get used to it because it's gonna be a daily occurrence until I finally make you a mom" he says 

"I'd like that" you smile up at him "for the record I think you would be an amazing daddy" 

He smiles and leans down kissing your forehead, then your belly then your lips before climbing out of bed and cleaning himself up. He throws on a pair of joggers and gently helps you a pull on a pair of panties and his t shirt careful not to spill any of his seed before turning on a movie and pulling you into his chest where you doze off dreaming of your future family

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 378. brb x oc

a/n: BABY BOOOOOOOY(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: just some suggestive stuff uwu

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“You know.”

“Hm?”

“Your office is pretty nice.”

He smirks lazily, nuzzling her brown tresses before kissing her head. The two were still in there, partially clothed,coming down from their high, sitting on his chair, enjoying the silence. Honestly, she was surprised the two of them stayed, she half expected him to pick her up and carry her out but apparently her husband wanted to live dangerously, “I’m glad you approve of it.”

Beatrice snuggled closer into Rooster's embrace, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. She traced lazy circles on his chest, her fingers dancing lightly over his skin as they enjoyed the quiet intimacy of the moment. “Nevermind its in a Naval base.”

Rooster chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through his chest as he held Beatrice close. "Yeah, I guess it's not your typical romantic getaway," he admitted, his voice tinged with amusement. "But it's our getaway, and that's all that matters."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, her eyes sparkling with love. "That's all that matters," she echoed, her voice soft and filled with affection.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, basking in each other's presence and the warmth of their love. The only sound in the room was the soft hum of the air conditioning, and the wind outside.

"Roos," she began, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest, "Do you ever think about... the future?"

Rooster's expression softened at Beatrice's question, his gaze turning thoughtful. "All the time," he admitted, his voice quiet. "I think about where we'll be in five, ten, twenty years from now. I think about our kids, and our future together."

"What do you see?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rooster's smile widened, "I see...us," he replied, his voice filled with certainty. "I see us growing old together, watching our kids grow up and start families of their own, if they want to. I see us traveling the world, experiencing new adventures together. I see us happy, content, and more in love than ever."

Beatrice felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, overcome with emotion at Rooster's words. "That sounds perfect," she whispered, “I think you’ll look great with graying hair.” he arches his brow in response, “In a silver fox type of way.”

"I'll hold you to that," he replied, his voice tinged with amusement. "And I think you'll look stunning with a few gray hairs of your own."

Beatrice rolled her eyes playfully, swatting him on the chest. "Flattery will get you nowhere," she teased, her voice filled with laughter.

Rooster leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Beatrice's ear. "Oh, I don't know about that," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I think it's gotten me pretty far already."

Beatrice felt a shiver run down her spine at Rooster's words, her cheeks flushing pink as she leaned into his touch. "You are relentless.”

Rooster grinned, his eyes sparkling. "Only for you, gorgeous," he replied, "Only for you."

After a while, Beatrice spoke up again, her voice quiet. "Roos," she began, her fingers ceasing tracing patterns on his chest, "Do you think we should uh…” she pauses, “...go home now? It is…pretty late and we’re here,when we…shouldn’t be?”

Rooster's smile softened at Beatrice's question, his eyes filled with warmth as he looked at her. "You're right," he admitted, his voice gentle. "We probably should head home before someone notices we're here."

Beatrice nodded in agreement, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought of getting caught. "I don't want to cause any trouble," she murmured, “You know, for you…”

Rooster reached out to cup Beatrice's cheek, his touch gentle. "Hey, it's okay," he murmured, his voice filled with comfort. "We'll just slip out quietly and no one will be the wiser."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "...you know.” she begins as he hands her her dress, “You mentioned wanting to do this since we started dating.”

“Mhm.”

“What else did you plan?” she says as she pulls her panties up her legs, “Because we did come here once before we got married, and now we’re here after we got married and you are promoted…care to elaborate, LC?”

Rooster grinned mischievously at Beatrice's question, "Well, I do have a few more surprises up my sleeve," he admitted, his voice low and teasing. "But you'll just have to wait and see."

Beatrice raised an eyebrow at Rooster's cryptic response, her curiosity piqued. "Oh, really?" she replied,snapping the elastic over her hips. "And what might those surprises be, LC?"

Rooster hummed softly, leaning in closer to whisper in Beatrice's ear. "If I told you, they wouldn't be surprises anymore," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "But I can promise you one thing: they'll be so worth the wait."

Beatrice felt a shiver run down her spine at Rooster's words, her heart racing like a horse. "I can't wait," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love surprises."

Rooster grinned at Beatrice's enthusiasm, his eyes shining with affection. "I know you do," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "And I can't wait to see the look on your face when you see what I have planned." and he slaps her bare ass enough to make her jump.

With that, and once both were completely dressed,Rooster took Beatrice's hand in his and led her out of the office, careful to avoid any prying eyes as they made their way through the base. “I still have no idea how you pulled this off.” she whispered, letting him guide her in the darkened hallways, “Did I mention I love how crazy you can be sometimes?”

Rooster chuckled softly, squeezing Beatrice's hand as they walked. "I'm just full of surprises, I guess," he replied,pecking her forehead. "And I'll take that as a compliment, thank you."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, her heart overflowing with love for him. "You're welcome," she replied, her voice warm and affectionate. "Also…doesn’t anyone…you know, wander around? Guards or something,” he takes her to another hallway, “That you know…guard the base?”

"Don't worry, gorgeous," he reassured her, "I know this base like the back of my hand. I'll make sure we don't run into any guards."

Beatrice nodded, çaughing nervously. "Good to know," she replied, letting him lead them along. "I'd hate to get caught sneaking around like a couple of teenagers."

Rooster chuckled softly, pulling Beatrice closer as they continued down the hallway. "Trust me," he murmured, "We'll be fine. Just stick close to me and follow my lead."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, her heart swelling with love for him. "I always do," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rooster's smile softened at Beatrice's words, his eyes shining with affection. "And I'm grateful for that," he replied, “Come on, the Bronco is close.”

“We parked it a few steps outside the base Roos, so no one would know we’re here.”

“Damn right, and no one will.” With that, Rooster pushed open the door to the base, the cool night air washing over them as they stepped outside. Beatrice followed closely behind him, her heart pounding in her chest as they made their way towards the outside.

As they reached the Bronco, Rooster unlocked the doors and helped Beatrice into the passenger seat. He slid into the driver's seat beside her, a grin plastered across his face.

"Mission accomplished," he said proudly, turning the key in the ignition and starting the engine. "Now, let's get out of here before anyone notices we're even here.”

She leans back, sinking on the seat, “Jesus that was intense,” her cheeks heat up, “I-I mean, all of it, but right now–now it was um…more,kind of,a bit.” she covers her face, “You are making me flustered!”

“Me?” he smirks, turning the engine on, “Well,sorry about that, gorgeous," he replied, his finally driving away from there. "I can't help it if you find me irresistible."

Beatrice peeked out from behind her hands, her cheeks still flushed pink. "Oh, please," she teased, her voice tinged with laughter. "You're just lucky I find your antics endearing."

Rooster grinned at Beatrice's response, feeling a rush of warmth flood his chest. "I'll take what I can get," he replied, reaching over to squeeze her hand. "Although, you know, that’s not what you called me after we were done–”

“Rooster.”

He chuckles like he just discovered the greatest way to make his wife blush even more, “You are just too precious.” he says, “Now, let’s all breathe because we gotta sleep so we can bring the kids home from your parents’ tomorrow.”

Beatrice nodded, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "Right, of course," she replied,fanning herself a bit "We should get some rest before we have to pick up the kids."

Rooster nodded in agreement, his smile softening as he looked at Beatrice. "I'll drive us home," he offered, "You just relax and enjoy the ride."

Beatrice smiled gratefully at Rooster, feeling a wave of affection wash over her. "Thank you," she said sincerely, "That sounds lovely. I am pretty tired." she shifted her gaze towards him, “I wonder why.”

Rooster just smirked as he pulled out of the base and onto the deserted road, the Bronco humming softly as it glided along the pavement. Beatrice leaned back in her seat, her mind still reeling from the events of the evening.

She glanced over at him, her heart swelling with love for the man beside her. Not helping the warm smile on her face.Rooster caught her gaze and smiled, his eyes twinkling with affection. "What are you thinking about?" he asked softly, his voice filled with curiosity.

Beatrice smiled back at Rooster, her heart fluttering in her chest. "Just how lucky I am to have you," she replied honestly, her voice tinged with an amount of  emotion. "You always know how to make me feel…loved and cherished."

“I feel the same way about you," he murmured, reaching over to squeeze her hand. "You're my everything, Beatrice. I don't know what I'd do without you."

‘No I know but…you always…made me feel like that.” Beatrice felt tears prick at her eyes as she looked at Rooster, her heart overflowing with love for him. "I love you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "More than anything in this world."

Rooster leaned over and pressed a tender kiss to Beatrice's lips, "I love you too," he “Loving you is my favorite thing in the world.”

“Favorite thing?”

“Yes ma’am.” he smiles, focusing on the road, “You are easy to love.”

Luckily, they pulled up to their house before she could blink - or maybe she napped a bit, she didn’t know-, the warm glow of the porch light welcomed them home. Rooster parked the Bronco and turned off the engine, turning to face Beatrice with a soft smile.

"We're home," he murmured, reaching over to take her hand in his. "And I couldn't be happier to be here with you."

Beatrice smiled back at Rooster, her heart swelling with love. "Me too," she replied, her voice filled with warmth. "Ughhh…I think you’ll have to carry me inside.”

Rooster chuckled at Beatrice's request,  dipping his head in reverence. "Of course, baby," he replied, his voice laced with affection. "Anything for you."

He climbed out of the Bronco and hurried around to Beatrice's side, opening the door for her and offering her his hand. Beatrice accepted his help graciously, allowing him to assist her out of the car and into his arms.

Rooster lifted Beatrice effortlessly, cradling her close to his chest as he carried her towards the front door. Beatrice wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head against his shoulder as they approached the porch, giggling like a school girl.

Rooster pushed open the front door with his foot, balancing Beatrice in his arms as he stepped inside. The warmth of the house enveloped them, and soon enough the three massive dogs came rushing and tumbling over each other to greet them, “Woah,okay,okay,” he shuts the door with his foot, “Precious cargo here,guys,calm down a bit.”

Beatrice giggled as their dogs swarmed around them, their tails wagging furiously as they licked Rooster's face and nuzzled against Beatrice's legs. "Looks like they missed us," she teased, reaching down to pet them lovingly.

Rooster chuckled, gently setting Beatrice down on her feet as he crouched down to give the dogs some attention. "They definitely did," he replied, scratching behind their ears as they nuzzled against him. "But I think they missed you more."

Beatrice smiled, feeling a rush of warmth flood her chest. "I missed them too," she admitted, running her fingers through their fur. "Big babies.”

Rooster nodded in agreement, his smile softening as he looked at Beatrice. "They sure are," he murmured, "And so are you."

“A big baby?”

“A baby. Mine.” he smirks, then inhales, ‘...I think we should sleep.”Rooster wrapped an arm around Beatrice's waist, pulling her close as they made their way into the stairs. The warm Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, her heart overflowing with love for him. "I agree," she replied, snuggling closer to him. “Carry me up the stairs?”

He smirks, pressing a kiss to her temple, “You bet.”

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[nottapossum]

YAAAAAS Charlie would absolutely have a stickers rewards chart for every little she takes care of!! Each one personalized to fit any little’s individual personality ofc!! ⭐️❤️🌼

And I love the idea of Velvette having multiple pull-ups/diaper print designs to match her outfit of the day, even in little space she’s always gotta make sure she matches and is fashionable !! ✨

I also like to HC that Velvette out of little space designs little/age regressed clothes as a side gig because little’s deserve fashionable clothes that also are functional and can stand up to even the roughest activities little’s can get up too (like reinforced knees, convenient snaps, frabric that’s easy to move around in ect !) ✨

I’ve been thinking about Alastor’s past life, and how he might of had a rough experience with his father growing up and definitely preferred his mother over him

I like to HC that in Alastor’s past life during childhood he might have been a bed/ pants wetter, and his father would constantly shame/punish him for it, while his mother was very kind and understanding even going as far as too help Alastor clean up his bed sheets/pajamas (or his daytime accidents) before his father could find out

And Alastor regressing is no different, he’ll become extra fussy before bed/nap time and even tries to clean up his sheets/pajamas/pants in his regress state before his caregiver finds out and even after his caregiver finds out 🥺

And after a while of frustrating accidents a caregiver will suggest wearing protection, and at first Alastor is unsure on the usefulness of it, not really understanding the benefits since he was born roughly in 1893 before bedwetting pants or training pants were invented and has no clue what there intended purpose is

But after realizing his bed/pajamas/pants will stray dry with protection Alastor will think they’re the best thing to be invented since slice bread because as we know Alastor loves his old timey puns and references 🤗

Blitz is so adorable and needs to be protected at all times !! I love the way you write Blitz and Fizz’s friendship !!

I like to HC that even though Fizz doesn’t need pull ups/ diapers he’ll occasionally request that Ozzie puts him in one to make his best buddy Blitz feel better about having to wear them because Fizz is so kind and understanding of his friends feelings in little space ⭐️🥺

Im also curious if you have any plans for Lucifer in your story?

As we saw in the season finale of Hazbin hotel, there appears to be an apple shaped building attached to the newly rebuilt hotel, assuming it’s Luci’s room, it appears he’ll also be living at the hotel from now on

I think he could be a fun character to include as an extra caregiver with all of his fatherly advice/ experiences

Ofc to help the other caregivers with their littles or to be the emergency babysitter thats called upon at a moments notice 😭

I also think Lucifer would also be an adorable little too, with his love of ducks, his goofy personality, and being easily picked up and cradled because of his fun size stature 🥺 plus being the big boss of hell, he definitely needs to unwind and relax from time to time !!

You’re doing fantastic with the writing, keep up the amazing work !! ⭐️

1)Yesss!! She's also going to buy them all journals to keep up with all their progress (all specialized for each little one to keep track of their progress 💕)

2) Yesss! ✨️

3) ooo I love that! She would own her own personal agere gear business as a hobby.

4)For sure. We don't know a lot about his father, but I suspect he's no good.

5) Love the idea of Rosie breaking the cycle of trauma/abuse for him.

Her and the others showing him what a good childhood is like. It's truly adorable.

He probably assumes the bed wetting is his fault, that he's broken or something, but Rosie would assure him that there's nothing wrong with him at all and there are ways to help.

I also love that he would just be impressed by these "new" inventions. Seriously, the only thing he stays up to date on is music.

6)Blitzø does need to be protected. Adorable lil gremlin ❤️

Fizz would definitely wear pull-ups if he thought it would make Blitzø feel more confident. They'd do anything for each other ❤️💚

7)Yess!

Lucifer is a flip 50% Caregiver and 50% Little! (Age 3-10)

Book 1 will take place during the events of season 1, and 2 will be after that. So, he'll have moments in book 1, but he'll mostly be in book 2.

But OH do I have plans. Lol

This baby will NOT be forgotten! I cannot wait for more of this king!

8)Thank you 💖

@todayimfour

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[realm-of-rosie]

💭 warm hands !!

i. genshin impact [ pantalone ]

ii. fluff, maybe slightly suggestive? + scenario

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iv. annyeong pipol of dis blog! i'm back! hopefully for longer, but it is exam season and more exams will come in a few weeks. but a girl needs a good dstraction every once in a while and i have decided that attempting to revive or at least be a little more active on this blog is a good option. mwah! i appreciate you all!

"and what do you have there, my dear?" pantalone stares down at your seated figure and hands tucked under the long table, seemingly fumbling about with something, something he couldn't see from his position.

perhaps something important, the harbinger thinks to himself, considering how you tried very hard to keep it out of his line of sight and he blinks expectantly at your surprised expression and awaiting your answer.

your cheeks flare up at the way the nickname silkily slid off his tongue, "it's nothing, sir," you answer meekly, meeting his gaze for a second before looking away.

"nothing?" pantalone smirks as he get up from his seat, "then you wouldn't mind if i take a look?"

"i-" you stand up, quickly moving to hide the objects behind you and backing away from the man approaching you, "-would mind very much actually,"

"oh?"

"it's meant to be a secret,"

"well, i am very good a keeping secrets,"

"oh, i don't doubt that-" your back hits the wall and there's a short moment of nervousness in you that comes out in the form of a hushed huff of a laugh upon realizing the predicament you were in.

"you know you can tell me anything," he tells you, leaning one hand next to the wall beside you and hovering his face over yours.

"you see sir, it's quite ridiculous -"

an eyebrow raise.

"really it isn't important -"

pantalone goes, "mhmm," quietly, unbelieving as he lifts his finger to trace down your cheek to raise your chin, "really?"

"really! so you shouldn't waste your time trying to -" your voice lowers in volume and you sigh defeatedly, dropping your head as you ask in a small voice, "do you really want to know?"

"of course i do!" he triumphantly harrumphs and crosses his arms over his chest, "since it's something you have, it is bound to interest me,"

in the following beats of silence, you wonder if you should be flattered, then there's more silence, growing to be almost uncomfortable, and you swear you can hear tartaglia's laughter through the thick wooden walls. glancing around, you are met with pantalone's stare.

there is something...undescribable behind the harbinger's eyes, and to you, it always seemed as though his glasses mellowed out the intensity in them whenever he looked at you and it made him appear less terrifying.

"...did i make you uncomfortable? i must apologize -" and he starts to back away.

"no!" your hand shoots out to grab the front of his coat but it retreats back behind you to secure the object with a clear of your throat, "no, it's just -" you stick your hands out and pantalone's eyes widen ever so slightly at the pair of gloves sitting on your palms - dark blue with silver details and far too out of size for it to belong to you, for them to be used by you, "- i thought your hands were cold, after i felt them that day in the library because mine brushed against yours when we reached for the same book, and i thought to make these for you but i understand if you don't like them -"

"nonsense," his hands scoop the clothes out of your hands as soon as you attempt to stuff them in your bag and you watch in confusion and partial relief when he puts them on, flexing his fingers and humming, a smirk growing on his lips "a perfect fit, don't you think?"

"yeah, i guess so," you exhale deeply, giggling when he cups your hands in his, feeling lighter inside at how he reacted to your gift, "i'm glad you like them,"

"like them?" pantalone gawks, "i enjoy them so much that i am going to go show them to the others and boast that you adore me more than you adore them!"

"wait, pantalone - and he's gone," you sigh, a small smile playing on your lips accompanying the shake of your head, "whatever shall i do with that man?"

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #pantalone x reader #pantalone x y/n #pantalone x you #harbinger x reader

[peachdoxie]

Baring my soul a bit here. CW for weight gain and fatphobia.

Clothes shopping for me these last two days has been hard. I mean, clothes shopping is hard for me in general for a variety of reasons, but this particular foray has been very melancholic: I only really shop for clothes when I need new ones, and the reason I need new ones lately is because I've gained enough weight that I no longer fit into a lot of my old clothes.

I won't go into detail because it's personal, but I've gained a lot of weight over the last seven years due to health reasons, to the point where I've about doubled how much I weighed when I was 20 (I'm 27 now)—which to be clear deals its own psychic damage, having to deal with fatphobia both external and internal, so I'm not discarding it. But one of the hardest things for me to deal with when gaining weight is the slow attrition of what of my clothes can actually wear before they're too small.

Because clothes shopping is hard for me, I'm rather attached to the clothes I do buy, and especially to my graphic tees with fandom or other silly stuff on them. The last seven years of my life—and particularly the last year and a half, when PCOS reared its ugly head—have been filled with a constant feeling of subtle loss as I outgrow clothes I love. It's not something I recognized until recently, when I had to buy new pants after wearing out all the old pairs (I buy multiple pairs of the same pants) and the ones I ordered the next size up didn't fit me. But since then, as I had to find a new style of pants to wear, and as I've started working at my library again, I've noticed more and more how many clothes have gone from my daily wear bin to my "not regularly wearing" bin.

Before this weekend, I owned more clothes that don't fit than I did clothes that fit. It's been hard for me to face the growing collection of clothes I can no longer wear. The idea of donating those clothes is difficult to confront, because it will mean I've finally come to terms with the fact that, barring unforeseen and unhealthy changes in my life, I will never be able to lose the weight I've put on and wear them again.

I know I don't have to get rid of old clothes. There's always mending them to make them fit, or like making a quilt out of my graphic tees so I can keep them even if I can't wear them. But right now in my life I don't have the capacity to mend clothes or find someone who can—I've got enough other stuff going on. And I've been trying not to hold onto things with the idea that I'll do "something" with them later, because my experience has shown me that I don't, and holding onto stuff I'm not going to use any time soon just adds to the accumulation of guilt and shame.

It's just hard to deal with all of this right now.

(Please do not give me suggestions on what to do with my old clothes, or suggestions in general. I'm typing this to vent and process my thoughts, not to seek help.)

#anecdotes by peachdoxie #rebloggable for now but I'll turn them off if people start clowning

[quirkwizard]

So you did Quirks good for basketball, how about dodgeball? All I got was: Boomerang to make trick shots, Poltergeist to catch balls midair and also make hard shots, Dupli Arms to catch and throw many balls and aim and avoid better, Clones/Double to makes meat shields to protect teammates and bolster more teammates unless hitting a clone equals out for the user but Double could still duplicate other people.

Normally I don't care for people giving suggestions like that, mostly because it makes it more difficult to come up with ideas without being redundant, but there are so many suggestions for this that it saves the trouble of picking them. I agree with the first two, but "Dupli Arms" risks making you a much bigger target and "Clones" and "Double" are just going to clutter your side of the court.

-Pliabody: I have to imagine being so flexible would be useful for dodging. You can basically bend yourself like rubber out of the way of any balls that happen to come out you and maybe even throw them back by using your arm like a sling.

-Explosion: This one actually has canonical backing for it. Because as Bakugou has clearly shown, effectively discharging a grenade at the back of a rubber ball can make it go really far really fast for a potentially literal killer pitch.

-Larceny: Considering one of the main goals of the game is to catch the ball to get people out, pulling that ball right to your hands is going to give you a pretty good advantage. Might risk hitting your face, but it's risk you'll have to take.

-Permeation: Obviously, phasing through solid matter is good for dodging, especially since no can say they hit your clothes. Though I do wonder if you could use the phasing to launch the ball out by clipping your hand into it and turning it off.

-Twin Impact: This one just seems cruel with the amount of mind games you could do with it. Nobody will know if or when the secondary charge will go off and you can set it off whenever you want, violently redirecting the ball to whomever you want.

-Overclock: You know those kids that pull off the most insane acrobatics and maneuvers in the middle of a game? That's what "Overclock" does for you, but on demand. Especially since it can really help you put the dodge into dodgeball with it's danger detecting.

-Size: As the effect of the Quirk seems to stick around even after the suer touches something, this could be insane to use. You could shrink and grow dodgeballs as you see fit, either making them small and harder to hit or large to steamroll over some an entire team.

-Slide and Glide: This feels like some next level cheating. Not only can you move your body way faster then before and throw the balls harder, but it is basically impossible for the balls to hit you. You are essentially pulling out the Everything Proof Shield. It would be hilarious.

#My Hero Academia #Quirks #Pilabody #Explosion #Larceny #Permeation #Twin Impact #Overclock #Size #Slide and Glide

[mjlovescm]

14- Baby doll

Completed, 27 chapters, “She’s an angel” Rodrick Heffley x black fem reader

Although you didn't like to admit it, you were definitely a bit of a cliché. Not like there was anything necessarily wrong with that. You liked what you liked, and learned after many years of Rodrick's reinforcement to not care what others thought about you or your interest. You liked books explicit or not, dramatic movies and tv shows. But more than anything, you liked to shop. 

Rodrick wasn't exactly the opposite, but he wasn't as enthusiastic about it as you were. 

Regardless, when you told him you wanted to go bra shopping, he had some mixed emotions. Of course, he was excited about the thought of helping you pick out something sexy to wear. Hopefully one of which he'll get to keep after you wear it. But not just helping you pick things out, watching you try them on. It would be a wet dream come true.

However, knowing you, he knew he would be dragged around the mall for at least a good hour and a half. Getting some over sweetened coffee then going to a bookstore then a makeup store then taking a lunch break. Which he didn't really mind, but he felt the need to act against it. It was a classic stable of your friendship and just who he was. 

“y/n I don't see I couldn't  have just waited in the van until you were ready.” 

“I thought you liked shopping with me.” You say before taking a sip of your drink. 

“Yea I do, but you told me we were here for Victoria's Secret not Starbucks”

“Why can't we do both, plus I promise you'll have lots of time to watch me undress.” You tease him in a low, familiar tone. 

His bored expression darkening as a sly smirk grows on his face at the thought. 

“Fine, but bras before books, ok.”

“Promise.” You say, holding out your pinky.

Despite the fact that  he rolls his eyes, he doesn't hesitate to wrap his pinky around yours and seals the promise. You hold each other for a second before pulling part. You loop your arm around his, playfully clinking your cup to his and continuing to walk around the mall. 

As promised, you and Rodrick go to the joint Pink and Victoria's Secret first. To keep yourself on track, you avoid the perfume and lotions immediately, knowing you already had more than you needed. 

*Matching sets,* You remind yourself. 

“You should get measured.” Rodrick suggest pointing to an employee. 

You give him an odd face surprised at his suggestion, but shrugged it off, assuming he probably remembered it from you telling him about previous trips. And hopefully not another girl, not like you would mind of course. You nod and take his suggestion. And by the time you're done, Rodrick has already pulled a few things off the racks. And let's just say It's an odd sight. Seeing him carry the various colorful pieces that and his especially odd method of sizing.

“Are you really using your hands?” You ask him skeptical. 

“Well, how else am I supposed to make sure they fit you.” 

“I don't know, maybe wait for me to finish getting measured.” 

“You were taking too long.” He complained with a smile. 

In response, you rolled your eyes and took the clothes from him and made your way to the dressing room. Rodrick following behind. But it's not until the two of you are actually in one of the dressing rooms that something hits you. You were literally about to undress and try bras on in front of this boy. And you weren't nervous about it in the slightest. It was a mix of two things. 

Rodrick had already seen you in compromising positions  a few times now 

He had been your best friend for years 

Plus, he was the only one besides yourself who would see you in it. You knew Rodrick wasn't gonna say or do anything to make you feel insecure. He was a person you could trust. Rodrick was someone you did trust. 

“I feel like a barbie doll.” You tell rodrick, looking at yourself in the mirror. 

“More like a baby doll.” Referring to the dress. 

You shoot him an annoyed look and returned to looking at yourself. 

“Come on, y/n you look good.” He told you, voice heavy with honesty. 

He was right, you did look good. It was a chemise, light purple babydoll dress. Its black lace trim stopped halfway down your thighs. It complimented your brown skin nicely. And by the way Rodrick was looking at you, it complimented your figure even better.

After trying on a few more things, you and Rodrick left the store satisfied and happily made your way to the mall's Barnes & Noble. Cautious of how much you had already spent today and the three unread books at home.  You didn't plan on staying long in the store. But getting just one book more wouldn't hurt, right. 

You  place your book at the register and give the young cashier a courtesy smile. Receiving one in return, he looks you up and down as he scans the bar code. He tells you the total and as you pull out your wallet, he slips a bookmark into a plastic bag with your new book. Leaving the store, Rodrick decides to take a little sneak into what you bought. 

“That's weird.” Rodrick says with a stank face. 

“What is?” 

“He gave you his number.” He says, confused, showing you the nine numbers on the bookmark. 

“Oh.” You pause. “Should I like text him ?”

His response is quick. 

“Definitely not.”

“Why not.” You ask genuinely. 

“Because he's probably weird, plus you said you didn't want any more friends.”  

You take the bookmark from him.

“Maybe I changed my mind.” 

“I doubt it.”

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[erigold13261]

Headcanon time!!

1. West and DJ have Thier hoodies, shirts and jackets constantly stolen by Thier respective Partners even after offering to just buy the clothes in that size!

2. Adder is a chili head

3. Joust, Purl-hew and Cyril talk long about how to make good Irish coffee ( coffee with whiskey in it) and other alcohol infused coffee

4. The Sayu crew do small warm-up/ cool down routine after each day as it's important to do a bit of excersize even if you just draw all day

5. Nova, Yinu and Mayday all have light up shoes

6. The rest of 1010 call West 'Chubaka' in turn he calls them 'Clone troopers'

7. Tatiana owns all Barbie movies! They're fun!!

8. Kliff has a fear of clowns

9. Eloni is not allowed near vending machines due to an accident that happened when she still had the ring for hair

10. Zuke, Remi and Eve all have spidersonas (and they all wanted the new spider verse together)

1). Nova is a lot more adamant on their partner just getting a plus size hoodie/shirt to wear as he doesn't like people wearing his clothes except in certain situations (ie. partner is extremely cold even with proper clothes). West on the other hand loves sharing his clothes but after some time not getting it back starts either suggesting them to get clothes his size or will steal his clothes back.

2). Like the spice? I actually see Adder as not having a good tolerance for spice at all. He is much more of a bland food kinda guy.

3). They are also probably talking about all other kinds of alcoholic drinks as well. Purl and Joust arguing if fruity drinks are good or not and Cyril wanting to combine their cultural alcohols together for fun. (also love that you put Purl and Joust together in a HC because they do have a kind of relationship I have yet to publicly explore yet lol).

4). This was definitely Sofa's idea. Asked Dodo for help to teach simple exercises and was able to get Tila and Remi to join in as well. It has helped all of them both physically and mentally to have this active time every day.

5). Well for Nova that's basically canon based off the concept art lol. Yinu I can definitely see her having light up shoes as well. As for May, she would LOVE to have some but can't because light up shoes are super chonky and she hates having big shoes on (heck, she hates having shoes on at all). So she just wishes she could have light up shoes that didn't feel heavy/big.

6). Hmm... Sorry, don't know how I feel about this one. Mainly because my family used "Chewbacca" as an insult growing up for my cousin. Also, calling 1010 clone troopers would probably be more of an insult than an endearing nickname (especially to Purl who has major problems with their identity). So, sorry, but for this one I can't get behind as a headcanon (obviously you can have it though! I just have my own issues with it).

7). Those early 2000s Barbie movies were amazing! Don't know if she would be greatly into them, but I can see her having them just for fun, especially after the new Barbie movie that came out (is coming out? IDK, haven't been keeping up to date with it, only know the memes coming out of it).

8). Him and Purl are the same then lol (though for Purl it's more of an unsettling feeling than a true fear).

9). Technically she can still have it, but I think you mean when it was a solid piece of metal. And yeah, at that point I can definitely see 1010 doing something stupid and next thing you know Eloni has her rind fully stuck in the hand slot thing lol.

10). Ooooh! I still need to see that movie! I've been seeing such good things from it. You better believe those three are loving every moment from it! Eve's spidersona definitely has multiple arms. Purl, Remi, and Sofa are also probably talking about animation. Eve, Zimelu, and Celine are gonna make cosplays. Fun stuff all around.

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[hinatastinygiant]

22 | Rising from the Ashes

WARNING! SEXUAL CONTENT!

Pairing: Mikey x Fem!Reader

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Mikey's hand finds its way to the small of your back, drawing you closer to him. Time seems to stand still as his lips meet yours in a gentle, tender kiss. His hand snakes onto your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Mikey's touch sends a jolt of electricity through your body as his hand pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. The world around you fades into insignificance as you surrender to the moment, lost in the intoxicating connection between you.

After a lingering embrace, Mikey's voice breaks the silence. "Come, let's sit," he suggests, leading you towards one of the long sofas nearby. The soft cushions embrace you as you settle down, still feeling the warmth of his touch lingering on your skin.

He sits beside you, his eyes fixed on yours, filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness. His hand reaches out to cup your cheek before leaning in to capture your lips once more. The kiss is gentle, yet filled with a growing hunger, as if every moment spent apart has intensified the longing between you.

Without breaking your connection, you rise up into his lap, straddling your legs over him. His hands stay firm on your waist, not yet daring to go lower.

"Thank you for letting me stay," you breathe, gently grinding down against him. 

You trail kisses along his jawline and down his chest. One of his hands travels upward to your hair, gripping tight, before telling you, "You're always welcome here with me," he assures you. "I'll do everything I can to make you feel safe. Now don't stop, love."

Carefully, Mikey reaches his hands to the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head. As you lean in close against him, he reaches around and swiftly unclasps your bra, allowing it to fall somewhere behind you.

In nothing more than the skirt he had been wanting to pull off all day, his hands wander down to your ass and gives it a rather rough squeeze. You hum against his skin feeling nothing but heat rising all over you.

When you pull yourself away, his eyes look you over. Then, pulling his tie from around his neck, you let it pool with the rest of your clothes.

Mikey's gaze intensifies, a flicker of protectiveness in his eyes. "I can't believe Taiju had you locked away from me all this time," he murmurs, his voice tinged with frustration. 

"You better keep a closer eye on me this time," you respond, a hint of a smile playing on your lips as you lean closer. "Who knows what trouble I might get into without you watching? But don't worry, I'll make sure to save some excitement just for you," you add as you sit up enough for your hands to swiftly pull the belt from his pants and unzip his pants. Then, pushing his pants down his legs, a grin plays on his lips.

"Oh, I have no doubt about that. Just remember who you're messing with," he replies, his voice low and teasing.

Despite your teasing, you know you'd do just about anything Mikey asked of you. How could you resist anything he asks, anyway?

However, being as impatient as ever, you reach your fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pull it down. He lifts up slightly, helping you rid himself of the rest of his clothes just before doing the same with yours.

Glancing down between your legs, your mouth begins to water at the sight of his cock beneath you.

"So impatient," he smirks, just before his eyes soften. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes," you respond earnestly. "All I want is to feel you inside me."

Together, Mikey helps you lift up and sit slowly down on his cock. Your mind swirls with thoughts, hoping you could actually take his monster-sized cock. You don't remember the last time you got laid but this one definitely takes the cake.

Right away you become a mess above him. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you slowly ease your way down onto his lap.

"Such a good girl," he hums softly once you are seated fully onto him. 

He then reaches his fingers down, working on your clit. You can't help the moans that escape your lips as you roll your hips back and forth against him.

Positioning yourself a bit higher, you begin to lift yourself up and back down, trusting into him. Mikey grabs your ass with his rough grip once again, meeting your thrusts, helping you get harder, faster, until your eyes are rolling into the back of your head.

"Shit," you begin to curse, unable to control the words that leave your lips. You're not sure if what you're saying is even comprehendible, but all you know is that you are completely losing yourself in his hands- falling apart just like you knew you would.

Somehow getting even deeper into your sopping cunt, Mikey takes you by the hand and places it on your stomach, showing you how fucked up your insides will be once he's done with you. 

You can feel your walls squeezing tight around his cock as you continue to curse his name. A shiver goes down your back as you come undone around him.

With a few more thrusts, Mikey pulls out and pumps himself in his hand. Without a shared word, you bend down on your knees before him and part your lips. "Fuck," he curses under his breath as he repositions himself to fit squarely in your mouth.

You watch as his head falls back as you swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock. It doesn't take long until he comes undone, panting your throat white.

As you sit back, Mikey reaches out his hand to you and brings you back to sit beside him. His hand wraps around your body, pulling you close. As you settle into his embrace, the weight of the world gradually lifts from your shoulders. Everything from the outside world continues to only be background noise as long as you're with him.

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