#BUT IM GONNA BE SO FUCKING ANNOYING ABOUT THIS FABRIC
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gojo nuttin in you and plugging you up!!!!
a/n: request: “I’m sure you’ve probably done something about it but the way that the idea of gojo coming in you and pulling your panties up after is so IRBDJEHDBEBSBNS makes my brain numb no thoughts off the walls feral” + so im combining these two! uhm. horny devil took over me while writing
warnings: fem!reader, reader is deep in sub-space, semi-public sex, multiple rounds, pet names, calls you ‘slut’, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, lots of cum, n*sfw under the cut
no one really knew where this breeding kink of gojo had come around, not when he was the student talking about how annoying kids were and then got blessed with megumi and tsumiki.
he’d like to think that it wasn’t because he wanted to see little yous and hims running around the house. sure, it definitely was in his future plan, but with everything going on it would be too chaotic, so he’s willing to wait. it unveils itself to him one night after cumming deep in you; it related more to his possessiveness over you—
it rings true when he’s got you riding him in his office chair, the pleasure of his cock deep in you overtaking the discomfort in your thighs. you’ve been holding back for the longest time in the meeting with the higher-ups and the other sorcerers, unable to stop your glances toward your boyfriend while they talked of another emerging curse user.
you jumped him as soon as the meeting was over.
“f . . fuck, baby,” gojo’s breathless as he says it, a thumb to your clit and drawing languid circles. it only prompts your pussy to clench around him and your head falls down to your connected bodies. “hear how sloppy your fuckin’ cunt is, sweets.”
you can both hear and see it, see the drag of your pussy along his length and the pleasurable stretch of your walls around him. your hands go around his neck to play with his hair, messing with the abandoned blindfold resting along his clavicle.
“were you this wet for m-me, for the whole meeting?”
your scrunched up eyes struggle to open as you meet his blue ones, a choked yeah leaves your lips as you continue to bounce on him. there’s sweat lining both your bodies from the clothes still inhabiting your persons, slowly getting soiled from your juices, too.
“oh, baby, you know i would’ve dropped everything to fuck you then and there—” satoru grits his teeth when you tighten around him again and you moan out loud at the words he says. you’re not even sure whether you came, thighs shaking from your mini orgasm that you limp forward into your boyfriend’s arms.
gojo coos into your hair, doing the work now as he fucks into your spent body. the slap of his balls against your ass is obscene, whining into your ears before he starts to rut in short little thrusts again. “cumming— cu—”
gojo’s eyes squeeze shut, hiding his forehead in your neck as he spills deep in you. a deep groan reverberates from his throat, feeling his cum feel you up spurt after spurt and you’re the same, mewling softly beside his ear that only gets him hard again.
“that’s right, take all my cum, baby.” gojo mumbles, drunk on the feel of your pussy before he remembers he has a class to get to.
“you gonna keep my cum in you?” he asks breathlessly, a little softer than he expected to. but his heart soars when you nod obediently, letting him help you put your other leg into your panties. his cum still threatens to spill out, but it’s still better with the fabric barrier.
gojo is disgusting like that, “i’ll see you at home, alright?” he taps your butt playfully, landing a sloppy kiss to your lips and indulges you with a few more pecks.
that one feeling hasn’t left him since the afternoon, determined to pump you full again that he couldn’t even conduct a class properly. all he wanted to do was to rush back to you, with a sweet reward granted to him.
you were so dazed from his cock that you decided it wouldn’t hurt to put on your favourite set under your clothes, tending to your own errands as you wait for your boyfriend to return. so when you’re welcoming him with more touches than usual and a sultry voice to match, he knows he wasn’t the only one with that creampie on his mind.
you aren’t sure what round you’re on by now, pussy feeling so slick and full from how much he’s cummed in you that your mind is fuzzy and muddled.
“like it when i breed you, hm?” he slams into you from above, bed creaking from just how rough he was being. he’s got your body pressed deep into the sheets and your ass up and as usual, he’s got your back arching uncomfortably.
“y— yeah, yeah, s’much, ’toru!” you whine into your hands, feeling your orgasm approach again as you feel like you’re driven to your limit everytime and yet you come back for more. gojo is quick to cum again, cock stilling in you as he pumps you yet again and the sight is so messy.
your ass and pussy is painted with white and gojo grins seeing your hole push out his seed. he purses his lips, scooping up his cum and pushing it back in. and then he’s got you on him again, thrusting into you from below. the strings of his cum stick to your pelvis, paired with your cum pooling at the base of his cock. it’s so sticky and lewd, the squelching sounds of pussy.
“can never get e-enough, of pumping you full, princess.” you groan into thin air, juices spraying everywhere from the sheer amount of it.
“love it— wan’ more, pleasepleaseplease.” you’re out of your mind, driven into oblivion and you think that this truly was your limit, sobbing out your lover’s name when he starts to rub circles along your clit and you’re squirting, hips bucking away from the overstimulation and you grab onto his forearms like a vice.
“good little slut . . mh, squirting all over my cock— s-shit—” you’re cumming so much he can feel it on his thighs, soaking his skin and sheets. the grip you have on his cock is insane, making him so difficult to move that he grunts and stammers, pelvis faltering with a twitch to his dick.
“going to— give you another load, baby.” he mumbles breathlessly, giving one last deep thrust that has your eyes rolling back into your skull and body trembling and you’re so deep into sub-space that you just let him manhandle you roughly. satoru’s hips snap up into you impatiently before he’s cumming deep again, mind turned into mush once ropes and ropes of cum is pushed into your womb. you feel so full, so dumbed down that you don’t notice him scrambling for something in the bedside table.
“got your slutty pussy somethin’,” he whispers. the first pull out of gojo’s cock is gross, a translucent sheen of white covering his shaft from how much he’s cummed in you before he removes himself completely. you gasp at the emptiness, sinking behind into his embrace before you feel full again.
a cute little toy takes the place of his cock, a baby blue plug that is stuffed deep in you and possessiveness is starting to turn into wanting to get you knocked up. gojo isn’t sure any more.
your boyfriend prompts you to look down, caressing your thighs as he hums into your ears and you shiver lightly.
“need you to keep every last drop — can you do that, baby?” you feel him smile against your lips when you turn your head to kiss him, an affirmative response muttered against his lips together with a confession.
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under the influence
words: 1.4k
warnings: 18+ only, smut, blowjob, dubcon, blackmail, mentions of forced sex, throwing up, drunk!reader
your head pounds as you stumble towards whatever light source is in front of you. your vision is glazed over, only amplified from how tired you are.
“y/n?” a voice calls out.
you open your mouth to respond but your feet trip over a crack on the sidewalk and you fall forward, barely catching yourself with your hands.
“ah, shit.” rafe groans, rushing over to check on you. he turns you over so your back is now against the pavement. “what happened to you?”
“was at a party.” you manage to get out before turning your head and throwing up. rafe gathers your hair for you as you vomit onto the sidewalk. “got really drunk.” you say when you finish, spitting to get the taste out of your mouth.
“yeah, i can tell.” rafe scoffs. “want me to take you home?”
“no-” you shake your head, looking up at rafe with tears in your eyes. “my parents would kill me if they found out.” your mind reels, tears suddenly falling which quickly turns into sobs.
“hey, hey, shh.” rafe tries to comfort you, his hand coming to rub over your shoulder. “shit, shut up. you can stay at tanneyhill.”
“really?” you squeal, mood instantly turning around, a smile replacing your frown.
“yeah just… just get up, come on.” rafe helps you stand up, annoyed that you're ruining his plans for the night, but not wanting to leave you out here to fend for yourself.
you know rafe mostly through your families, both being prominent members in the outer banks. you've grown up around each other, and while you’ve been kind of flirty in the past, in never progressed into anything.
rafe loops an arm around your waist, helping you walk towards his house. rafe had planned to walk to a party, probably the same one you're leaving from, before he came across you.
“are your parents home?” you ask, knowing that you'll have to sneak past them, as they will definitely tell your parents if they saw how obviously wasted you are.
“no. it's just me at home. ward, rose and wheezie are gone for the weekend and sarah is who knows where.” rafe rolls his eyes at even having to mention his sister.
“probably john bs.” you comment, before throwing out a snide remark. “dirty pogue.”
it makes rafe smile, remembering that you harbor the same feelings towards the other side of the island that he does.
rafe leads you inside his house before having to basically drag you up the stairs. he leads you into a guest room before letting you flop down onto the couch.
“you know i had plans for tonight, and now i gotta stay here and make sure you don't die of alcohol poisoning.” rafe says, wanting to make sure you know how much of a pain in his ass you are being.
“im sorry.” you pout, and it stirs something in rafe, seeing you laying splayed out on the bed, sorrowful look on your face and big doe eyes looking up at him.
“you know, you could do something to make it up to me.” rafe offers.
“like-like what?” you ask, blinking up at rafe.
“suck me off.” rafe says, watching you process and then react to what he just said.
“but-but! we are friends rafe you don't want me to do that!”
“i wouldn't ask if i didn't want it.” rafe shrugs. “besides, i was definitely going to hookup with a girl tonight, so im settling with just a blowjob, unless you want me to fuck you too?”
“no, no.” you shake your head quickly. you think about leaving, about walking out of tanneyhill, but you're not sure your legs can carry you that far. “ill suck you off.”
“good girl.” rafe says, rubbing over his crotch as you reposition yourself, flipping to your stomach and moving yourself to the edge of the bed.
“you're gross for this, rafe.” you say, even as you swat his hand away and rub over his length through the layers of fabric.
“we can always stop and i can take you back to your parents. tell them what a naughty girl you've been, getting drunk then rubbing at my dick.”
“no, no.” you shake your head. “im gonna do it just give me a sec.” you unbutton rafes pants slowly before tugging the zipper down, trying to force your mind to sober up as he tugs his pants down, taking the underwear down at the same time, revealing his half hard cock.
“oh my god, you’re so big.” the words slip out of your mouth before you can help it, making rafe chuckle.
you cautiously reach for his cock, wrapping your hand around the base and slowly beginning to stroke up and down, waiting for him to fully harden before you even attempt to put it in your mouth.
“come on, y/n.” rafe encourages you, stepping closer and pressing his thighs into the edge of the bed. you open your mouth and cautiously take a lick over the head of his cock, eyes sliding shut when you realize how good he tastes on your tongue.
you quickly take more of him, mouth swallowing his cock as you bob your head. rafe moans, tangling his fingers in your hair as you work on his cock, all apprehension gone the second you actually felt him.
“fuck, if this is how good you are drunk, i can’t imagine you sober.” rafe groans. he never really thought about you in a sexual way before, always just a background character in his life that he’d joke around and flirt with, but it was never serious until now.
“yeah?” you smirk as you pull off, taking a deep breath, your hand immediately beginning to stroke him to make up for it.
“we’ll see if you even remember this.” rafe laughs, tugging on your hair, forcing you to retake him in your mouth. you choke slightly before regaining composure, sucking his cock deep into your mouth, managing to go all the way down and pressing your nose into his skin. you credit the alcohol flowing through your veins as the reason for your gag reflex not playing up, along with the confidence you have managed to muster up.
“are you sure i can’t fuck you?” rafe asks.
you shake your head no while still swallowing around his cock. you know you’ll wake up and regret this, but the regret is a million times better than the punishment you would face from your parents.
“maybe in the morning.” rafe grunts, hands tightening on your hair as he begins to snap his hips forward, keeping your mouth in place, not caring that drool is dripping down your chin and that your hands are fisted on the comforter, gripping it so tightly that you can feel your nails digging in to your palm through the fabric.
“so good, baby. keep sucking.” rafe commands, knowing he isn’t going to last much longer.
rafe lets out a groan and you feel him swell inside of your mouth before releasing, cumming straight down your throat, his hands keeping you pushed down on his dick, even when you try to pull away and take a breath.
rafe makes sure you stay on him for his entire high, throat constricting around his dick until he pushes your head away, cock flopping out.
you cough, wiping at your mouth. “i can’t believe you made me do that.”
“aye, chill out, y/n. you were certainly acting like you enjoyed it.” rafe laughs, tapping your cheek as you recoil. rafe tucks his cock back into his pants, redoing the button.
“yeah, whatever.” you roll onto your back, moving so your head is back over the pillow. your eyes close,
“scooch over.” rafe commands, making you furrow your brow and look at him.
“what for?”
“i like this side of the bed.” he explains.
“you’re not sleeping in the same bed as me, fuck off.” you wave your hand.
“nah, you’re too drunk. gotta make sure you don’t puke all over the sheets.” rafe explains, hand coming to your hip, pushing so you have no choice but to roll to the other side of the bed.
“too drunk to sleep alone but not too drunk for me to suck your dick.” you roll your eyes. “make it make sense.”
“hey.” rafe glares at you. “don’t make me wake you up with my cock inside you. shut it.”
he reaches over and shuts off the light, casting the room into darkness. you let out a sigh to show your disapproval of the situation but don’t say anything more as the silence stretches out a few minutes.
“rafe?”
“what?”
“can you hold me?”
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toxic! rafe getting annoyed w reader bc shes going out wearing her mini skirt baby pink but thats her favorite ;(
he can control whatever he likes but he is not taking my mini skirts from me. he’ll have to kill me first
you try n sneak past where he’s sat to go to the front door but rafe has like, a sixth sense for these kinds of things so he’s up like a rocket following you into the hallway !
“hey, hey,” he’s grabbing your arm and turning you around, holding you still when you squirm. “the fuck are you goin’? dressed like that?” he squints, holding you at shoulder length so he can eye you up.
“im going out with the girls.” you respond bashfully, knowing you’ve been caught. he shakes his head and opens his mouth to speak but you get there first. “i love this skirt rafe, please — i just got it.” you bargain and he’s already shaking his head.
“i know— i know you like the skirt, sweetheart but you’re just…” he sighs, letting go of you. “you know every guy is gonna be lookin’ at your ass right? you’re aware?” he holds his arms out exasperatedly.
“why does it matter? i’m not gonna be looking at them.” you pout, trying to tug your skirt down a little to make it seem longer, which he notices, licking his lips and holding his arm out to your skirt in gesture.
“its tiny! s’a piece of fuckin’ fabric, can’t even keep it up when you’re standin’ still.” he argues. “this is the shit you wear around the house. with me— a’ight? not infront of some random assholes who are gonna be tryna catch a peek all night, okay— you think i don’t know how guys brains work?” he taps the side of his head, squinting. “i’ve been single before, okay i’ve been that guy.”
“rafe, it’s just a skirt.” you pout, sulking at the mention of him before he met you. “please?” you bat your lashes, hoping it’ll work. he runs his tongue along his lip, staring away as he shakes his head before turning back to you.
“alright.” he moves past you, grabbing his keys out the bowl and sauntering towards the front door. “you can wear it. but i’m coming.”
“… rafe it’s a girls night. they’ll be mad.” you argue quietly, and he turns to face you from the front door, scratching behind his head.
“i don’t give a shit, how they feel about it baby. it’s the skirt or me.” he shrugs, leaning on the door as he waits for an answer. you stare him down, letting out a long sigh and he speaks again. “probably gonna end up driving you home like i’m a goddamn taxi later on, so i might aswell come now, right?”
“… fine.” you roll your eyes, shuffling towards him.
“there you go. we’ll have fun, won’t we?”
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STRESS RELIEF!
council duties get very stressful you know! so the president secretly made a perfect position tailored to your expertise! the council's sweet fuck toy <3
cws; male reader, bttm reader, mean tops :(, degradation, overstimulation, skirts, thigh highs.
ver was tired, stressed, annoyed. he desperately just wanted to go home and take a long nice nap. fuck he would kill just for a break! but the paperwork.. he can't risk it. what if he rests, feels relaxed, then slacks off? he can't risk that!
but here you come, making your way into his office and going over to the poor boy. you knew he had to release stress, you can see how hard he's gripping his pen!
it started off with whimpers in his ears, to kisses on the back of his neck, you were about to just beg in his ear to fuck you but apparently he had enough! :(.
..
"fuck, if i knew you'd be this slutty i would've made this position for you sooner.. so good for me.."
the words that had left your president's mouth basically went in and out. you were too busy trying to keep quiet while being bent over his now messy desk :(. "v-ver.."
you felt a harsh sting on your ass, a loud yelp leaving your mouth in response before two fingers were quickly shoved inside. "shut up before the other council members see you making a mess all over my desk.." the thought lingered in your mind, just barely anyway. the shocked faces they'd have, to the blush.. maybe they'd wanna join.? the of being shared with the others made you whine, drool trickling down your mouth as ver scoffs. "oh so you'd like that?"
the pace of his thrusts quickly picked up as he gripped your hair and pulled you closer to him, his fingers quickly leaving your mouth and then going down to grip harshly at your waist. "kaichou, please please- wanna cum.!"
ver smiles before placing soft kisses on your neck, "go ahead baby,, but what do we say when kaichou gives you something hm?"
rolling your eyes back and arching your back out of his grip, you practically see stars as you cum. mumbling incoherent thank you's and whines made the president smile again, oh how cute can their lil toy be?
it was a stupid dare really, and you always could've said no. doppi-chan would understand, but you had some self respect! and self respect means that you won't back down from a dare.
it was simple, wear this cute, suspiciously short, white colored skirt. there was even a cute lil bow in the back!
"put this on.?"
"it'll just be you and me ya know, not like im gonna take photos and post them around the school!"
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"ya know, seeing you try so hard not to make so much noise while riding me is pretty cute.."
you pout at the male, not being able to throw any remarks back at him due to how good he was stuffing you full! "and what makes it more fun is this cute lil' skirt you're wearing~" "y-you wanted it.." hearing you finally talk makes him thrust his hips up, a pathetic moan comes out from your mouth as you grip on his shoulders. "so cute.. such a good slut for me yeah? taking all of your doppi's stress away~" the praise immediately gets into your head as you clench around him. he lets out a shaky sigh as he clenches the end of your skirt. the thin fabric barely covers your silky, marked thighs, yet it still covers what doppio wants to see the most.
the lewd noises of skin slapping and wanton whines make doppio feel prideful. "you look like a whore ya know, so lucky that your doppi loves how you feel around my cock.. fuck~"
you feel your thighs burning at this point, the thin line that stops you from cumming is almost cut, and hey is that doppi's phone ringing? whatever! he can deal with it later! "wanna cum.. doppi please please-"
"i can jus feel you suckin me baby, i guess you like this as much as i do hm?" he asks before going on to pepper your exposed neck with kisses. the other boy's won't mind if their baby had some marks, right?
hex was generally always tired, his monotone voice and mood always there. but who could blame the poor guy? that's why you had offered to do all the work for him! all you need is for him to tell you what to do!
the first thing was just to dress up pretty for him, cute white thigh highs with a cute pink bow! they were just so adorable on you.. that and plus the faint blush on your face as he told you to sit across from him is to die for! he'll enjoy this well deserved break very much.
..
"come on prince, you can do better than that right?" the whine that left you was audible as your dick was starting to get sensitive to the touch. hex had sat across from you, whilst you had your legs spread on the chair opposite from his. he was able to see everything <3. from the slick that had been dripping down your needy hole, to the precum trickling down your sensitive cock. he was enjoying it. "h-hex.. please.."
he tuts with his velvety voice, a shiver being sent down your spine. "come on baby,, one more for me?" you couldn't just decline the poor mans offer, he was tired! and honestly you were too.. you just wanted his thick cock in you as soon as possible :(. "one more and i'll stuff you full baby, promise."
yet another whine leaves you, it sounds like akin to a choked sob. "an obedient whore in heat for me.." those words were slow to register in your mushy mind, but the sudden thrust of hex's thick cock in you were quick! "h-hAh-!~ h-hex wait-"
you swear you hear the taller male chuckle before pounding into you, each thrust hitting your prostate causing you to let out loud whines. thighs were instinctively wrapped around hex's waist as you loll your tongue out. the taller sees you, he takes a chance to lean down and kiss you sloppily. "hex.!! s-so full,, too much.. s-so much.!" your slutty whines and whines were muffled with the other's mouth. all of this goes straight to your dick as you cum over your stomach. but that doesn't stop hex.? "w-wait.! plEase-!"
"it's okay baby, be a good whore for me hm? wanna see you cum for me again."
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Not annoying at all, as a matter of fact I'd love to know those thoughts if you don't mind sharing 👀
omg hi!! im so normal abt this totally didn't freak out when this came in <3 also this got,,,,, a lil out of hand I fully intended on just doing hcs but I can never follow the plan to save my life so <3
abby and a gf with nipple piercings ,,,,, where do I start,,
if you've had them since Before you two got together, they're such a fun little surprise that she discovers and promptly goes insane over. because the first time she sees them isn't during sex, it's during a sleepover.
you're staying over at Abby's for the first time and, because you're gonna sleep there, you're not wearing a bra. the fabric of your sleep shirt is thin, so the second you walk out of the bathroom after having changed into your pajamas, Abby zones in on the lil bumps under your shirt. because she knows what nipples look like and those have something Special to 'em. but she doesn't want to bring it up to you because what if you think she's a creep for staring? (spoiler: you don't! this is abby fucking Anderson! she could anything and you're like whatever you say momma)
but she cannot stop fucking staring! especially if you have fun jewelry, like the hearts. you're sitting back against her chest, trying to just Watch The Movie, but you can feel Abby's eyes boring into you. The neckline of your shirt is low, stretched out from years of use, and she can just barely see the tops of your tits, and Jesus fuck she's gonna start drooling if she keeps imagining how pretty your tits must look with pierced nipples. Her hands are resting on your tummy, but she wants so so badly to drag them up just enough to brush against your nipples.
She's so not slick about it either, twitchy hands creeping up your tummy until you huff and grab them. "You okay there, Abs?"
"I- Uh, um, yeah, I'm fine, why?"
"Because you're all nervous and shit, is it 'cause I'm staying over?"
You hear her swallow, and shift you around until you're straddling her lap, staring at her with concern. "No, no it's not that, promise."
"Then what it is?" You ask, rubbing at her shoulders to try and soothe her. As you do, you see her eyes flit down to your chest and it clicks. "Oh, I see."
There's a lilt in your voice that makes Abby sweat, suddenly very needy for the weight of you in her lap. "Uh, um, I don't know what you're talking about."
You lean forward, pressing your arms in a bit closer, arching your back to push your chest forward. "I think you do."
Abby gulps, and you take the opportunity to pull one of her hands from your waist and slide it up under your shirt until her finger tips are brushing at the hard metal jewelry.
"Shit," Abby gulps, her entire body on edge. She looks up at you with these big, needy eyes, borderline whimpering, "Can I?"
"Go ahead, baby"
And she's off, rolling the buds between her finger tips with one hands and helping you pull your shirt off with the other. Once it's off, Abby whines, taking in the sight of your pierced nipples, harsh metal against soft skin.
She leans forward, pulling one nipple into her mouth and toying with the piercing, giddy with the way you moan for her.
"Sh-shit, that's it baby," You whimper, holding the back of her head to your chest and panting.
Abby's moans are muffled, her praises only heard in the split seconds were she detaches to suck at your other nipple.
"So – mmh– so fucking pretty"
"Mmm, can't get enough of these – mmh– pretty fucking tits–mmh – fuck"
She's pawing at you, trying to grind your hips down into her as she's sucking at your nipples, trying and failing to keep her composure. Your tits are covered in spit and bite marks, nipples swollen and needy when Abby pulls away and presses a rough kiss to your lips, making you throb.
"Go get on the bed baby, gotta grab something."
n e wayz she's so. abby please. literally want nip piercings so bad abby pls one chance just one <3
also: abby with her gf's nipple piercings
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Sneaking Around.
Geto x blackF!Reader
please this is such an odd scenario but yet i sorta like it
summary ~ things that aren’t yours are so much fun to use.
warnings ~ secret sex, revenge sex, ass eating, pussy eating, cream pies, etc…
ah, the day everyone loves. be it the food or being around family, everyone loved this holiday. but, she didn’t. she loved her family like no other, but she hated her family when her sister was around. her sister would tease her and would one up her whenever she got the chance, and this holiday would not end up like that. and to top it off, her family would treat her older sister like a queen, catering to her every needs and praising her like one. and whenever y/n was around, the treated her like a maid; also making her cater to her sister’s every need.
however, that all changed when she got older and moved out. she matured and began to stick up for herself, rarely visiting her parents when her sister was in town; only seeing her on holidays. y/n was in her parent’s bedroom, checking herself out in the mirror; taking pictures, when she heard he sister’s annoying voice echo throughout the house. with the sigh and one last look at her outfit, before heading downstairs to greet her sister.
“you look like you’re about to pop! i can’t wait to meet my grandchild. y/n come greet your sister” their mother spoke, moving out the way so her pregnant sister could be in view. sucking in her breath and pushing away her emotions, she spoke “hello sister. you look beautiful.” her older sister smiled and rubbed her belly, “thank you. you look a little plump there. don’t tell me you’re pregnant too?” her parents chuckled and y/n fake smiled, but before she could say something in response, her sister’s fiancé walked into the house.
“it’s so good to see you again geto! you look as handsome as ever. it’s nice to see one of our children with someone” their mother took another jab at y/n, which resulted in an eye roll from her. “im gonna finish the food. wouldn’t want you burning it like last time” y/n faked another smile, walking away without a response. from the corner of her eye she could see geto looking at her, before she looked away.
once she entered the huge kitchen she quickly turned on their oven, warming up the meats, the mac and cheese and the yams. as she turned on the stove to heat up the collard greens, she felt a pair of hands around her waist and the smell of his cologne entered her nostrils. “geto, someone could walk in and see you—oh I’ve missed you too~” she felt his boner poking her butt and she smiled. the two have been sneaking around her sister’s back, fooling around with each other whenever she wasn’t around. they never fucked, only giving each other head, but this time y/n had something else in mind.
“you know what, let them catch us. i don’t mind, just fuck me” y/n pressed her ass against him, rotating her hips to tease his boner. she didn’t care about ruining her relationship with her sister, she hardly liked her anyway’s. in reality she really wanted to be fucked, hard, and she knew he was going to do that. geto wasted no time and hiked up her orange knit dress, revealing her plump ass to his face. her black thong was being swallowed by her cheeks and the sight made his dick harden even more. sliding the thin fabric aside, geto grabbed her hips and pushed his face in between her cheeks; slobbering down on her wet cunt, earning a moan from her lips.
to stop the moans from her lips becoming too loud, she bit her lips and continued to heat up her greens. “A shame you aren’t married yet, your cooking is amazing. One of your redeeming qualities” Her mother’s voice startled her, causing her to look from the pot and her over to the older woman standing behind the island. Her eyes widened and she tried to push Geto away, but he stayed in between her legs; not caring if they get caught. “Th-thanks m-mom…I’m going to put the cornbread in the oven, dinner should be ready soon” As she tried her best to speak to her mom, Geto swirled his tongue around her clit, sending her in a frenzy.
before y/n’s mother got the chance to ask any questions, her husband’s voice gained her attention; something about their grandbaby kicking. once the coast was clear, y/n bent down slightly and let out as moan and creamed all over his fingers and lips; which geto was happy to lick up. “stick it in, hurry up!” she begged him, no longer interested in foreplay; she wanted the real deal.
he stood up and pulled his cock through his zipper hole, his thickness standing at attention before he pushed his mushroom tip at her slick entrance. using one hand to brace her self and the other to muffle her moans. he bit his bottom lip and furrowed his brows as the sensation, she was nothing like his fiancé.
he wanted nothing to do with y/n’s sister. he only stayed with her because of their unborn child, in reality the woman he wanted was the one whom he was inside right now. “shit, you’re so tight for me ma” he had been around y/n so much he was evening picking up her vocab, some might say he was in love with her. but did she feel the same?
he was so deep into a trance that he didn’t even notice his soon to be mother-standing a few feet away from the kitchen’s island, until her voice startled him. “geto? what are you doing there? did that good for nothing y/n leave you here to finish this dinner?” her mother started to move towards the entrance, but he quickly stopped her while slowing down his strokes. “she went to the restroom for a bit, she asked me to watch the food while she was gone” his infamous smile was very convincing towards the older woman and she smiled right back at him. ‘such a handsome young man’ she thought before waving goodbye to him and heading back to her pregnant daughter.
looking back down at what he was doing, his dick got harder at the sight of her fat ass smothering his dick. “shit~! this wet ass pussy gonna get us in trouble ma’. let’s wrap this up before they catch on” geto grabbed one of her cheeks and put his other hand on her waist and proceeded to give her some long and deep strokes; which she hoped they didn’t hear.
her wetness creating friction against his pelvis was like music to his ears, which cause him to go deeper inside of her wet cunt. his tip was kissing her cervix with each stroke and y/n couldn’t take it anymore, she needed him to fill her up. “fuck geto~ cum inside me please. I want to be full of your cum!” he smirked and licked his lips, he planned on doing that from the beginning. as the two of them climaxed, y/n’s mother voice rang throughout their ears.
“oh my god! her water broke! im going to be a grandma! geto and y/n meet us at the hospital.” her voice trailed out as the door slammed behind them, which signified they all had left. when the coast was clear, he pulled out of her, his thick load pooling out of her cunt.
“go see your baby be born and when thats finished, stop by my place so we can finish what we started” she reached around and dipped her fingers into her slippery cunt, before pulling them out and licking her cream coated fingers.
who knew sneaking around would be so much fun?
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IM SORRY FOR THIS IN ADVANCE
But boyfriend or roomate!spencer who accidentally got into the habit of stealing your panties🫣
OKAY LOVE YA CEEBS, BYE-🍓
akj;dsg fkj;as this got a lil out of hand OOPS PLS ENJOY
Thief
perv!roomate!spencer x fem!reader, smut 18+, 1.7k words
CW: masturbation, degrading, annoyed!spencer, oral (m-recieving), unprotected piv (don’t forget to wrap it up pls), he's kinda a dick at the end tbh
This is the third week in a row that you’ve had to go out and buy more panties. You have no idea where they’re disappearing to, maybe the washer is eating them? Or the dryer? At least that’s what your roommate, Spencer, said.
It makes a little sense, especially since your washer and dryer are old as shit.
But it’s really annoying.
“Spence! I’m back!” you say as you open the door to your shared apartment. “I grabbed us some snacks for movie night tonight.”
You don’t hear him acknowledge you coming home but you don’t think anything of it. Until you walk towards your room and notice it’s propped open slightly when you remember closed it before you left.
You step in and notice some dirty laundry that was definitely in your hamper is now on the floor.
Odd.
“Hey Spence? You’re here right? Did you go through my laundry?” you ask at his door.
You hear a grunt or two from Spencer’s room before he responds, “one sec, I’m cleaning my room real quick.”
You wait patiently until his door opens and he pops his head out, “what’s up?”
“Did you go through my laundry? My door was closed when I left and it looks like my hamper was gone through?”
“Oh yeah, sorry you borrowed a shirt from me last week remember? I need it for work tomorrow so I grabbed it from your hamper so I could put it in my laundry load earlier.”
“Oh right right, makes sense,” you laugh. “Is your stuff out of the wash? I gotta put one in too.”
“Yup it’s out, I finished that all an hour ago.”
“Ok great! Thanks, I’m gonna start that, when do you wanna do dinner and our movie?”
“How about an hour or two? Maybe once you’re done with your load, that way there’s no background noice for us.”
“Sounds good to me,” you smile.
Spencer smiles back at you and you turn to get your laundry started, his door closing again echos behind you as you walk back to your room down the hall. You put your headphones in and start on your laundry and chores, so you don’t notice the moaning and grunting happening in the other room.
What you do notice though, is your favorite pair of black lace panties not being in your basket like they should be. And the only person who had been in your room, and your hamper, since this morning was Spencer.
Before thinking about any kind of repercussions, you stop the washer and barge into Spencer’s room, taking off your headphones as you enter.
“Did you take my panties?” you accuse, but your voice falls when you see and hear him.
“Fuck, ah, yeah y/n, yeah,” Spencer moans as he fucks his hand. You’re silent, mouth agape as you take in his long, thick cock and his hand with a familiar piece of fabric wrapped around it. His eyes are closed when he addresses you, his hand never stopping it’s movements. “Don’t you know how to knock?” he spits out.
“I-“
His eyes meet your own, “are you going to stand there and watch or-?”
You spin around. “I-I’m sorry. I-“
A deep moan interrupts your thought.
“Are you not going to stop? Do you have no shame?”
“You’re—fuck—you’re the one who barged in on me,” he says, a groan punctuating his statement.
“You stole my panties!” you huff, crossing your arms angrily.
The slick sound of his lubed up hand on his cock is making you wet, you clench your thighs together as you think about how big he was.
“Are you going to leave?”
“No I-I want my panties back.”
“Suit yourself,” he replies, you can feel the words laced with a grin. Behind you, he pumps his cock a few more times before moaning out your name and cumming in his hand, all over your panties. His bed creaks as he gets up, and you hear his footsteps move towards you.
Spencer’s arm stretches out beside you and holds out your cum covered black panties.
You turn around and are met with a smirking, and pants-less, Spencer. “Well?“ he questions, still holding your soiled panties out to you. “You wanted to wash them right?”
“You’ve been stealing my panties?”
“Yeah.”
You wait for a minute, patient for an apology that doesn’t look like it’ll come. “Are you not gonna apologize? Really?”
“Nah, I’m not sorry about it, I am annoyed that I got caught. I really thought you’d be out for longer,” he laughs to himself.
“Seriously, Spence?! You’re such a perv!”
“You’re the one who came in to my room without knocking, y/n,” he spits. “Where are your manners huh?”
You look down but Spencer grabs your chin harshly with his free hand. “Do I need to teach you some manners?”
His cock rests between the two of you, semi-hard. You clench your thighs, mouth watering.
You want this. God you want this. You wanted this shortly after Spencer agreed to lease your second bedroom when your last roommate left.
So you nod, and Spencer smiles. The smile turning into a chuckle when he drops your chin and tosses your panties into his own hamper.
“Manners, manners, manners, where to begin,” he teases. “How about, doing what you’re told? On your knees.”
You slink down onto your knees in front of him, his cock at eye level to you now.
“Good girl,” he smiles down at you.
Your palms rest on the tops of your thighs as you look up at him from your position.
“You’re a fast learner, huh?” He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear before grabbing a handful of hair and yanking your head down so your mouth drops open in a groan. “Say ah.”
You stick your tongue out and say ah as he grasps his cock with his free hand and taps it on your awaiting tongue.
“Suck.”
And you do. Your lips wrap around his tip, tongue circling the sensitive head and you moan at the salty, perfect taste of him. You take him deeper into your warm, wet mouth and his head falls back in a groan, the hand in your hair gripping tighter as you bob on his cock.
“Fuck, yeah, just like that y/n,” he moans looking down to watch as his cock disappears in and out of your mouth. Your eyes are watering and there’s drool dripping out of the corners of your mouth as you look up at him with fucked out eyes.
You keep sucking, your tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his dick as you pull back to breathe. Your mouth comes off his cock with a pop and a trail of spit connecting you to him.
“Good girl,” he smiles as he combs a hand through your hair. “Up.”
You move to stand in front of him.
“Pants and panties off.”
You unbutton and unzip your pants, and shimmy them and your panties down your legs. He holds a hand out and you pick up and place your panties in his palm.
What you don’t expect is for him to bring them up to your own lips.
“Open,” he smirks.
And of course, you do, and he stuffs your panties in your own mouth before grabbing your wrists and bringing you towards his bed. He moves behind you, bends you over the side of his bed, pushing you down by the back of your neck. He smacks your ass, before slipping a hand between your thighs. His fingers slip through your pussy, “so wet for me.” He chuckles. “How long have you wanted this?”
So long,you try to say through your stuffed mouth. A moan starts deep in your throat when his deft fingers meet your clit. He flicks the bud back and forth, your legs quivering at his ministrations. His unoccupied hand squeezes your ass while the other shifts from your clit to your entrance and he pushes two fingers in. Another muffled groan leaves your throat as he pumps his fingers in and out and in and out.
You try and close your legs when he removes his hand but he keeps them open with his free hand. The one coated in your arousal grips his cock and strokes a few times before his tip meets your hole and he pushes in, roughly. He trusts in to the hilt, his balls slapping against your clit when he bottoms out with a groan of your name.
One hand goes back to the back of your neck and keeps you pinned in pace while he frantically pistons into you at a rough pace. “Fuckin, taking me like such a good girl huh?”
Your yes is muffled again, but you clench around him as he continues to thrust into you, the coil in your stomach tightens with every tap of his mushroom tip against that perfect spot inside of you.
He pauses, his dick pulsing in your warm sheath as he grabs a pillow and pulls your waist up slightly to place it under your hips. The new angle is too much for you. You snap, trying to cave in on yourself as Spencer continues to fuck you through your orgasm.
“You’re squeezing me so tight, y/n. So-tight,” he huffs. He reaches up to you and pulls your panties from your mouth. “Wanna hear you this time.”
Your moans and fucks are audible now and grow louder when his hand finds your clit and starts to rub tight circles into it. The sound of your wetness, skin slapping skin and your quick, hot whines are the only thing the two of you can hear.
Your second orgasm hits like a train, your legs trembling, your mouth hung open in a silent scream of his name. Spencer pulls out of you and you whine at the loss. He picks up the wet panties that were previously in your mouth and wraps them around his dick. He fucks his hand while watching your release trail down your legs. A few strokes and he’s coming undone over you, his warm cum painting your back.
“God, that was good,” he laughs walking to drop another pair of abused panties into his hamper. “‘You gonna make sure to knock next time?”
“Mhm,” you whine into his bedspread.
“Good.”
You hear his footsteps leave his room and you hear the bathroom door close and the shower start, all while you still lay, bent over his bed, ass in the air, cum dripping out of your cunt.
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I want Eddie to kiss me in the rain outside while making up from an argument and then fuck me in the backseat of his car with nothing but the sound of the rain on the windows
you slam the car door as you exit, pink shoes getting muddy immediately as you stomp away from eddies car when he'd stopped at a light. fuck him.
you hear the slam as he comes out after you, his muffled, "jesus christ." before the slap of his boots in the rain come up behind you. you continue walking even as he calls out to you. you frown when he grabs your elbow and yanks you around, pausing when you see just how beautiful he looks soaked in the rain. its annoying.
"let me go, eddie." you snap, trying to wriggle free.
"can we please argue inside like normal people?" he says, loudly so as to be heard over the downpour, "tight jeans and wet weather do not mesh well."
"then go!" you yell, "i can walk."
he doesn't let you go, he just looks at you. his big eyes doe like. water is rainfalling off his black lashes. unfairly pretty. "I'm not letting you do that." he says, softer now.
your bottom lip trembles, "oh so you're gentlemanly enough to not let me walk home in the rain but not enough to not be a fucking jerk to my date?"
eddies jaw clenches. he shakes his head, a quick motion that sends water scattering. his grip falls from your arm. "he wasn’t- he wasn't good for you." he says lamely.
"that's what you said about jacob, and todd, and harry-"
"harry was a pissant."
"I know!" you yell again. "but you should have let ME figure that out. Im tired eddie, im tired of you chasing off the boys i like."
his eyebrows come together. you think he looks tortured. he takes a few steps back from you and runs his hands through his slick hair like he's agitated. "i don't understand why you want to go out with so many guys, anyway. what's with the sudden interest all the sudden? you never cared before."
you're suddenly so tired. tired and wet and cold.
"because i want to be kissed, eddie." you say plainly, water slicing down your body in tiny rivulets. "I just want one good movie kiss. is that so wrong?"
eddie stares at you, eyes wide. the sound of the rain between you sounds thunderous. his hellfire shirt is clinging his skin with how soaked through it is, you can see the outline of his pecs, just slightly defined, through the damp fabric. you look away.
"and you think." he pauses, takes a step closer and dips his head so he can meet your eyes, "you think those shitheads are gonna give it to you?"
"Its not like you're gonna kiss me so i have to settle." the words are out before you can stop them. your eyes widening at the same time his do. he opens his mouth and you take a step back, your foot catching on a slick patch of concrete.
"forget it-" you start and then yelp when you start to slip. eddie darts forward and steadies you before you can fall on your ass on wet pavement, his arm looped around your waist.
you stare at eachother, chests heaving. water drips from his nose and onto you. he looks at your rain damp mouth.
"shit." he says, and again. "shit." before hes leaning down and taking your lips with his.
its your first kiss, and its better than any movie. It tastes like rainwater and eddie. a sweet, beautiful taste that you learn a alot more of later that night, when he takes a lot of other firsts too, your bodies slick and moving together like you were always meant to.
#ask#forgot to add the sex part bc i got caught up thinking abt the romance im sorry#eddie spaghetti#eddie munson x reader
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Need a one shot of Lewis comforting Charles (because he has experience with this from before)(or them comforting each other) after the disqualifications today to be able to move on😭 im speechless.
Oh anon, trust me, I can't believe it either... This is so messed up, we really can't have anything good. My poor babies...
Here's a little ficlet, I hope it will cheer you up ❤️
It's a little poetic, Charles thinks, that they picked a picture of the two of them congratulating each other to announce their disqualifications. A little cruel, too.
Lewis is curled up against him, his cheek resting on Chalres' chest. It's still a bit damp with tears, wetness piercing through the fabric of his tee-shirt.
He doesn't mind. He lets Lewis cry all he needs because what else can he do? He had been magnificent the entire weekend, not making a single mistake. Charles is used to be let down by his team, Lewis, not quite yet. He hopes it'll never get as bad, that Lewis will never have to be used to that kind of things.
They cried, they talked, they cried a bit more, and they kissed. They didn't have sex, but it has been a while since they used that as a way to cheer each other up. It's better this way, better to keep negative feelings out of the bedroom.
Lewis' motorhome was in a terrible state, when Charles sneaked inside, and he can't blame him. It's really not in Lewis' nature to lash out like this, he tend to keep everything inside and plaster a smile on his face. It's good to know even he has his limits, no matter how good he got at losing.
Lewis also monologued for a solid ten minutes about how he hated Mercedes, and Toto, and everyone involved. About how he should dump their sorry ass and go drive to redbull.
He can get a bit dramatic, and none of his words are to be taken seriously, of course. It isn't often that Lewis can say things without any consequences, so Charles let him.
He would've found it funny, even, if he wasn't busy wallowing on their messed up races.
Lewis is probably asleep, Charles guesses from his quiet, regular breath.
Charles should sleep, too, but he can't. There's something in him that's too restless for it.
He feels Lewis move against him, hear him take a long inspiration that tells him he's awake.
"I can hear you think," he hums, the sound resonnating in Charles' chest, and he feels overwhelmed with love at this instant.
"I'm gonna leave Ferrari," he says simply. Lewis lifts up his head, looking at him with piercing eyes, and nods before plopping his head back against him.
Charles doesn't need to precise he's being serious.
"I'll support you no matter what," Lewis says softly.
"I know," he replies, and kiss the top of Lewis' head. Then, after a few minutes of silence: "Let's go get dinner and celebrate. I'm talking fancy restaurant, maybe hit a bar, after."
"Celebrate what, our DSQ?" Lewis snorts, unkind, annoyed.
"No, but it took me four years to come to this decision. And you deserve a proper way to celebrate your podium. It doesn't matter if it was taken from you, you fucking deserved it. You've been amazing, mon amour."
He can hear Lewis cry again more than see him, as he buried his face against Charles' chest once again.
"Okay," Lewis agrees eventually, a hint of a smile in his voice. "I know just the place. But this time, you let me pick your clothes. No way I'm letting you wear those ugly pants."
"Whatever you want, Lew," Charles smiles. They will be fine.
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About the Tsukki thing - he swears he doesn't like you, he can hardly stand you in a platonic sense - obviously.
He doesn't like how your hair smells, he doesn't even notice it on the days you shampoo before you see him. He especially doesn't like that frilly lotion you got from the cosmetic shop the other day, the one that smells like lavender and lemongrass. He can't hardly stand you going on and on about some stupid book you've read, pouring over the details. It's annoying, watching your mouth move, seeing you smile and wondering how nice it would feel to feel you smile against his lips and - gross. You wear too much lipgloss for that, he reminds himself.
He can hardly stand how quiet your apartment is, tadashi is long gone, throwing a dramatic wink to him as he slips into his sneakers and shuts the door. You come back to Tsuki sitting on your couch all alone, "he's gone?"
"Yeah, he said goodnight."
You sigh a little to hide your giddy smile, "oh, well....okay..." you trail off and sit next to him. Knee a little too close for platonic, shoulders brushing a bit too often for friendly intent. Your apartment is dull - you have a table lamp on stretching a heavy orange gloom while you watch the VCR blink 12:00 over and over. The few drinks you've all shared keep you warm and light, you can still see the pink dusting tsuki's ears, whatever music you had on is turned down to almost-zero, "you're staring." He's quick to side-eye you. Raising his brows, he's waiting for a tease that you can't muster, "yeah well, what can I say," you're quick to tuck your chin into your chest and let out the breath of a laugh. Normally, he'd scoff but he finds himself melting towards you, slowly and surely trying to catch you in some sort of gravitational pull he hope will jumpstart his confidence. Jumpstart your gumption, the will you usually have in abundance.
You catch him in your peripheral, turning just in time to lick your lips, catching the corner of your bottom lip between your teeth and he starts to crack - his stubbornness is caught in your teeth, too. He's stretching his shoulder around and grabbing your chin just before he can catch himself. He's leaning down and down and down, and suddenly his lips feel that little smile and he can't help but laugh - "you're not laughing at me, I hope," it's so warm coming out of your mouth, he can't help himself, he's chuckling at you. The song changes.
You're sitting with your legs spread just enough to be uncomfortable, draped over his lap, resting on your knees. He's pushed so far into the sofa, you have to look over him. Your hands are running through his hair, down his face, settling on the back of his neck. His lips are swollen, and he can't bring himself to open his eyes. His head tilts back, and you take the opportunity to drag your lips across his jaw and down his neck, sucking below his ear - careful enough not to leave any marks, but just enough to feel him deflate a little more below you. His hands feel bigger on your hips than they'd looked all night. He's slow to move them to your back, he feels the fabric of your thin t-shirt drag under his palms as they move up and up, and eventually settle on your shoulders, pulling you further into his lap as he moves to sit up straight. He pulls away from you, staring up and directly into your eyes. He's suddenly embarrassed of himself, pulling you by your neck to meet him in the middle this time.
He still thinks you have too much lipgloss on. It's sticky and gross, as far as he's concerned. He'll say as much when tadashi asks tomorrow.
I'm gonna start ripping my hair out u have written him so sexily here. The way he's so self-aware around you... fucking heart pounding and shit. He's got this awful complex but it means jack shit when you get close and he doesn't know how to handle it im so AUGHH
He's kissing you and he's so aware of his motions. He's hyper aware of his every move, wondering if they're unnatural, if his nerves show. Kei can hear the music on the speaker, but he can't make out what song or even what genre it is. The sound of your mouths clicking together and the pounding of his heart drowns out any recognition or familiarity he might find in it.
Your skin is warm when he slips his hands under your shirt. Like the early morning light coming through his blinds, it warms his palms. Kei's hands are warm too. He slides them up your back to rest the flat of his palm against the spot just below the nape of your neck. There's a lot he wants to feel. A lot he wants to do, but he's so drowned by these nerves that he doesn't know where to start. They make his stomach flip, but he doesn't mind. Kei thinks for a moment that if you're just playing, he's glad to be the toy that you picked.
im so WAAGHH
i actually started a fic for this last night (bc i have no self control tee hee) it's at 2.7k and it's written with a pretty similar mood to what you've just created. Do you wanna come live in my brain with me?
#[ 🏩 – chatting ]#this is SOOO WELL WRITTEN BRO#I CAN FEEL THE TENSION#AND IT'S SO SUBTLY SEXY IM GONNA START MOANING#similar in vibe to the one i sensed for this story please come live in my ear im so serious
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a wip to a think im just kinda fucking around with. its also my headcanon for dibs show shirt and why i draw zim wearing it so often
In the doorway was the very alien that had been either missing or up to no good. However, Dib immediately noticed that he wasn’t wearing his usual pink uniform dress. Which was probably the weirdest thing about the situation. The alien never took that thing off. At one point Dib even believed that the dress was part of the irken’s body. Only being proved wrong when he once ripped off a piece of the fabric to study during a past fight years ago.
Instead of the dress, Zim had kept on the black under suit. Though it looked as though the suit was sleeveless, only covering the top and legs. Zim also kept on his usual gloves and boots. The only other thing the alien had on was Dib’s favorite old shirt he used to wear in middle school.
Dib had almost forgotten that Zim had stolen it all those years ago. The alien had stopped him in the skool halls the first day he started wearing something new.
“What are you wearing?!” he has hissed as if he were utterly offended to see Dib change his clothes, of all things.
“What are you talking about?”
“The frowny shirt! You are not wearing it!” Zim proclaimed loudly, causing a few of their peers to look over at the strange duo. “Did you change loyalties?” he asked, giving the human a skeptic look and leaning in as if to observe him closer.
“Never!” Dib hissed back. “I’ll always fight for the earth, especially against nasty little aliens like you, Zim.” Dib crossed his arms and frowned down at the smaller student. They were just starting 8th grade and had only been back to skool for about a week. However, during the summer, Dib had grown a few inches where Zim had stayed the same. It always pissed the alien off.
Irritation flashed on Zim’s face, but he didn’t engage, which was surprising in all honesty. Instead, he leaned back and gave Dib another look over. He had a thoughtful look on his face for a moment before crossing his arms over his chest, matching Dib’s own stance. “Then where is your other uniform?”
“You mean my shirt? It’s at home. I out grew it,” Dib admitted, letting his arms drop to his sides. “I’m probably gonna throw it out or something.” The thought brought a frown to him. It was his favorite shirt. He hated wearing anything else and only did so when he absolutely had to.
“What?!” screeched the alien.
Dib jerked back at the sudden yell. “What do you mean ‘what’? I out grew the thing, Zim. I can’t wear it anymore! What do you aliens do when you outgrow your clothes?”
Zim huffed. “Irkens never out grown. Within the equivalent of an earth year, our bodies have finished forming and rarely grow any more. Any growth past that is only within a single earth inch and do not require the replacement of our uniform. And even if it did, it is a disgrace to dispose of the symbol of your time living for the empire!” Zim threw out an accusatory finger as if he were presenting damning evidence to his imaginary case.
Dib merely slapped the tiny hand out of his face. “Well, on earth we grow. Didn’t you ever notice that the adults are taller than us?”
Zim pulled his hands closer to his chest and frowned. “No matter! The Dib must continue wearing your putrid earth ‘she-ort’.”
“Zim I know you know the word ‘shirt’. You’re just trying to annoy me-”
“Nonsense!” Zim yelled to interrupt the other. “Zim demands you not throw it out!”
“I am not keeping a shirt I can’t even wear in my house. If you want it that bad then just take it,” Dib had hardly even processed his own words before Zim was running off down the hall towards the skool exit.
When he had gotten home that night, his window lock was picked, and the shirt had disappeared. He was actually pretty surprised nothing else had been taken or defaced. He never did know what Zim had done with the old tee, but he had never really expected to see him wearing the article.
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NEVER HAVE I EVER
☰ CHARACTER ⋮ toji fushiguro from jujitsu kaisen
contents ⋮ alot of kisses, hints of sexual activity the previous night, mention of gun/guns, mentions of jujustu usage.
summary ⋮ bitter sweet mornings with a sleepy toji crashing at your house for the night, more like crashing your bed and a crash landing into your heart
"toji, toji, toji" by the time you woke up it was 7:47 am and you just couldn't go back to sleep, not when you we're sharing the same bed as... him. by the time it was 8:30 you finally stopped tossing and turning - getting up from the bed, you threw on a pair of basketball shorts that reached your knees and a black tee - making your way downstairs for a hot coffee and fresh air. by the time it reached 9:19 it was about time to wake up the knocked out man in your bedroom, otherwise known as toji fushiguro
it didn't take long for you to stop calling out to him, at this point you couldn't tell if he was ignoring you on purpose or if he was really sleeping like a log, second time comes again. climbing into the bed - you straddled toji's back while he laid on his stomach, his hands tucked in well under the pillow
"toji, toji." pulling yourself down so you could shake at his shoulders, aggressively.
it pretty much didn't take long before the larger man twisted his body so his arm went around your back nd his hand on your head "toji wak-" a second passed before your face was was pushed ... well slammed into the soft large pillows with a soundful grunt coming from the impact "what the hell toji !" the sound of your voice was muffled into the material of the pillow but that didn't block out the most beautiful thing that you could hear all morning
his morning voice
"no..too early for you to be starting your shit" pulling his hand back into the pillow, smug fucking bastard.
"toji it's nearly ten dont you have some business with the zen'ins or something wake up!" slamming your fist on his back for the way he slammed you back into the bed, it felt like a gun slammed into his back "plus you've been sleeping all day since yesterday afternoon, im bored over here !" whining was your best suit when it comes to toji fushiguro, he has a hard time saying no to you.
"i think you're forgetting what happened before I fell asleep"
it's hard to ignore the butterflies that erupted in your stomach right after, not the point stay focused y/n!
"that's not what I meant asshole!" sliding a hand down your face "10 more minutes." was the last thing he said before snugging his face back into the pillow.
it's been 20 minutes since you last spoke.
climbing back into the bed from your own desk, you climbed back on top of toji while he was still on his back - wrapping your arms around his neck, you pressed sweet kisses into the crook of his neck and upwards. it's the last resort you had for him to wake up.
"stop that if you know what's good for you" his voice was yet again pressed into the fabric of the pillow, an hand that held your arm that was wrapped around your neck "you're only saying that so you prevent yourself from kissing me. dont you wanna kiss me toji?"
"no" "liar" you muffled into the pulse on his neck and that's when he thought he was gonna break
and he did.
flipping you around so your back slammed against the mattress, he was on top of you one second, the next he pressed his lips against yours - hard, firm and hungry. pressing himself against you and tilted your head with the hand that grasped your jaw and all at once it felt so fucking ethereal.
a few moments later is when he pulled away from you, both of you trying to grasp any sort of oxygen in the room - his forehead pressed against yours "dont pull that shit first thing when I wake up" his voice was a bit over a whisper but it was fucking hot " so you did wanna kiss me ?" it didn't take long before he sat up and off the bed "you're so annoying"
it pretty much didn't take long before you wrapped your arms around his neck and upwards onto his back while he tucked his arms under your thighs, hosting you up so you didn't fall "I'm good for you though, you love me dont you?"
"can't help myself around you, course"
#jujutsu kaisen#toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro x you#tojj fushiguro x reader#jujustu kaisen toji#toji fushiguro fluff#toji fushiguro jujustu kaisen#jujustu kaisen#toji fushiguro imagines#jujustu kaisen x reader#jujustu kaisen imagines#jujustu kaisen fluff#jujustu kaisen fic#toji fushiguro fic#jujustu kaisen x you#jujustu kaisen x yn#˖ ݁ . ࿓ angel#˖ ݁ . ࿓ zennie's
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Herny x Patrick where Patrick finally convinced Henry to have sex
ok i love this ship. i will try so hard, im almost done with the other request i got so i will try. i've never written mlm smut but i have ideas so thank you bird.
HIGH ENOUGH?
patrick x henry smut
warnings - SMUT, mlm sex, drunk sex, high sex, lowkey public sex? (like in the junkyard) f slur (yes im a gay) drugs, cursing, RLLY BAD WRITING SMH
i apologize in advance :/ imma write this in third person?
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henry and patrick were sat across from eachother in the junkyard. patrick was stoned out of his mind, and henry was drunk out of his mind next to him. belch and victor had gone home when it got dark, ‘giant pussies for not wanting to get bitten by some mosquitoes.’ henry claimed. but really they just didn’t want to be around thing one and thing two for a few hours.
‘so like..’ patrick started to ramble, making henry roll his eyes and huff in annoyance ‘if you had to fuck aanyyone out of the gang.. who would you fuck?’ patrick quipped. henry scoffed, annoyed at such a stupid question.
‘that’s a dumb shit question man.. fucking none of you?’ henry slurred, letting his head fall back against the dusty couch.
‘nononono like you have to pick. who would you fuck?’ patrick quickly retaliated
‘ughh thiss it.. so stupid.. ugh .. i guess you?’ he muttered the last part, but patrick heard and his ears pricked up at it. deep down he was hoping that’s what henry would say.
‘really? not vic?’ he quirked an eyebrow. ‘nah. his pastel ass has a thing for some fag in his english class.’ henry chuckled. patrick nodded. ‘you gonna do it then?’ he asked.
henry slowly looked over at patrick with shock smeared across his face. ‘the fuck did you just say?’
patrick smirked. ‘you said you would fuck me.. so do it. you’re no pussy.’ henry scoffed and rolled his eyes angrily. ‘you’re on some fairy shit hocksetter. i’d have to be blackout drunk to even touch you.’
patrick laughed and reached down to grab another beer out of the box, and tossed it to henry. ‘get to drinkin’ then bowers, cuz my dick will be up your ass at some point tonight.’
henry caught it and groaned, clicking it open and rolling his eyes again. ‘yeah right. keep it in your pants patrick.’
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sure enough patrick was right about clappin’ henry’s cheeks. henry was five more beers in, and patrick was higher than fucking clouds.
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patrick’s cock thrusted in and out of henry’s puckered asshole at an inhuman pace, heavy pants and grunts leaving his mouth. high pitched whimpers and moans fell out of henrys lips as patrick fucked him over the back of the couch. patrick grinned darkly at the sweaty whining boy under him. slowly he traced the long scars that ran along henry’s tan back, anger filling his veins at the thought of the shit he goes through with butch at home. his thrusts got harder, hitting a spot deep inside him that made henry’s back arch and his toes curl. he let out a loud whiny moan, echoing through the empty junkyard. patrick groaned and his head fell back as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching. his thrusts quickened, and he reached down to stroke henry’s throbbing cock with his long fingers. cum leaked out of henry’s aching tip, while patrick abused that spot repeatedly. his orgasm came fast, filling henry up and leaking out of his asshole. henry buried his face in the dirty couch, cum squirting out of his cock onto the fabric. patrick smiled at the sight of his quivering, sweaty body, and leaned down. he pulled open henry’s cheeks and licked up the cum leaking out of his bruised hole. henry whimpered as patrick cleaned him up, droopy eyes falling closed. patrick stood, pulling up his jeans and buckling his belt. he gabbed henry’s red shirt and tossed it to him. reaching down, patrick grabbed henry’s face and turned it to him.
‘told you.’
henry groaned, batting patrick’s hand away. ‘yeah whatever hocksetter. just get out of here. and this never happened. i’m not no fruit.’
patrick chuckled. ‘sure. but this wasn’t the last time playboy. i’ll see you tomorrow.’
with that patrick walked away, leaving a cum soaked henry on that couch, thinking about what the fuck had just happened. and why he didn’t hate it.
#Henry Bowers#Patrick Hocksetter#henpat#patrick x henry#patrick x henry smut#this actually isnt terrible what#thank you for waiting love you're wonderful <3
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Clarke competes in a Halloween costume contest. Her costume is complicated to wear so she needs help to put it on. Cue Lexa who helps Clarke with her costume and that's how she discovers about Clarke's secret in her pants
Its a supergirl costume. Took some time to find a really good one that wasnt just some flimsy stretchy fabric or just a red skirt and a bidy but Clarke finally found one that resembles the full body suit Clarke wanted.
Except it is hell to put on. To be fair, Clarke has a lot more than Kara Danvers does to tuck inside the damn thing.
Its for a contest thought her friends signed her up for and because she cant help but be competitive, she is set on winning. And with a superhero team, she is sure to be set for success with this one.
If she can even put it on the right way first.
"Shit." Clarke curses as she realizes she manages to dress it the wrong way. Her makeup is done and if she keeps trying to squeeze herself into this thing alone she's gonna sweat it all off.
"Hey Lex. Could you help me with this thing?"
In comes her roommate. Hallowen is not her thing so while Clarke struggles to get inside her costume, Lexa leasures around in shorts and an oversized shirt
"You look ridiculous right now."
"Thanks, you're always so delightful. Please help me. Im struggling." Clarke whines as she gets the costume out and turns it correctly.
"Fine." Lexa sighs, seemimgly annoyed and snatching the costume from Clarke hands and staring at it. After its made clear Clarke's legs have to go in first, she motions to the bed, "sit down so its easier."
Clarke does as she's told. She sits on her bed in just her socks, sports bra and compression shorts. The latter felt more appropriate given she doesnt want a bulge to be visible on the costume. She'd rather keep that to herself.
Something that might be difficult now she realizes, as Lexa kneel in from of her on the floor, trying to get Clarke's legs inside the leg holes of the suit.
"This material is not forgiving. Jesus fuck." Lexa comments as she struggles to slide the tough and thigh fabric up Clarke's leg.
Her mouth is dangerously close to Clarke's crotch tho and Clarke has to close her eyes to bed her dick not to act up right now.
Not that she doesnt find Lexa insanely attractive but as it stands she is the best roommate she ever had and there is a small chance she might move out screaming is Clarke has a boner right by her face.
Shit. She thought of a boner.
"Hmm Clarke?" Lexa's voice is not alarmed but she does seem apprehensive.
Clarke whences, knowing damn well her dick is pressing hard agaisnt her compression shorts but refuses to look up, "Im sorry. I should have said something before."
Finally, she looks at Lexa, ready to see her looking at her in disguss. Instead her eyes are hooded and her mouth slightly opened as she stares at the bulge, "thats not gonna fit in the costume." She comments in a slow voice.
Clarke's breathing shakes, "y-yeah, it probably won't."
Its not a dream caused by dripping on her own feet as she tries to get the costume on Clarke is sure. Yet everything that happens afterwards does not seem real.
Lexa's hands on the band of her shorts. The gasp as she pulls them down and Clarke's cock jumps out, stiff against her stomach.
Lexa's hand wrapped around her shaft, soft skin moving up and down her length, causing pre cum to drip from her tip and Clarke groan at the feeling.
"Hold still." Lexa whispers as if Clarke is planning on going anywhere.
Plump lips wrap around her cock with ease, her toungue collecting the pre cum with one swipe. Clarke moves her hand to the back of Lexa's head, holding the ponytail she tied her hair in as she accepted to help Clarke. She lowers herself slowly onto Clarke's dick, taking a second between each inch of dick before she gets half way through her lenght and cannot take anymore. She comes up for hair like she's been underwater and all clarke can do is stare at her in amazement. She looks absolutely gorgeous like this, cheeks red, eyes watery, spit in the corner of her lip.
"Lexa you dont have to-"
"It wont fit in it." Lexa tells her sternly. If she means the costume or her mouth Clarke will never know because Lexa is on her feet again, discarding her shorts and underwear on the floor and climbing on top of Clarke.
They should talk about this. Clarke just needed help with a damn costume. And now she's looking as Lexa aligns her dick with her entrance, feeling as she lowers herself down on to Clarke's dick with ease until Clarke is fully buried inside of her.
"It fits." Lexa chuckles.
It sure does. Thight but like a damn glove.
Lexa rides her with gusto, and Clarke cums faster than she thinks she has ever done in her life.
She's still dripping Clarke's cum when she lowers herself down to clean Clarke with her mouth.
Clarke is barely aware of the costume being fully pulled up and closed before shes staring st herself in the mirror.
Lexa's face pops up in the reflection behind her as she finishes closing the zipper, "a little thight, but like a glove."
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❄️🍉💖
🍉 Are you a planner, or are you more of a “eh we’ll see how this one goes” -type of crafter?
I’m more of a “how hard can it be” type of crafter. I think of something and go “well, how hard could that be?” and then I either crush it or learn “much harder than expected, actually”. I have done that for literally EVERYTHING I currently make. Cricut? How hard can it be? Punch needle? How hard can it be? Resin? How hard can it be? Polymer clay? How hard can it be? Stained glass? [I am forcibly yanked off the stage]
💖 Which one of your creations are you the proudest of? Show off!
This fucking shadow box from hell that took like 20 working hours to make and STILL hasn’t sold but is one of THE most gorgeous pieces I’ve ever made in my entire life
❄️ Do you have any crafting (either craft or community related) pet peeves?
(Saving the best because im a petty bitch and have Many)
- This is really vendor specific but I HATE event vendor group chats So Fucking Much. They are full of the absolute dumbest people on God’s green earth made specifically to annoy ME. Just a laundry list of “your reading comprehension is piss poor / how dare you say I piss on the poor” ass people. I have so many examples but the worst most recent one was the day before Easter we had an event in town that had been discussed for MONTHS beforehand. The event coordinator had sent us the set up info on multiple occasions, like I’ve actually never done a more organized event. So we’ve been told many times the set up time was 9am, show time was 11am, okay? The night before the event coordinator sends a message saying basically “hey yall I need you to park on x side of the building and at 10:30am we’re gonna lock the x side entrance doors” and people fucking LOST IT. Like there were IMMEDIATELY ten messages being like “so we only have thirty minutes of set up??????” I hate vendor chats. These people are so fucking stupid.
- I’m in a bunch of Facebook groups for beginners to ask questions in and the thing that just drives me insane is when people are like “hey I bought x thing at the store, how do i decorate it?” like????? However you want?? It’s for you?? What are you even talking about
- Also Facebook related but anyone who can’t read directions on shit and then asks why their resin piece fucked up make me so annoyed
- Also also people who just post a picture and then say “what’d i do wrong” with no further elaboration?? Idk man, what am I looking at??
- craft specific: pet peeve when I get poked by wire when making ribbon wreaths
- also when I misjudge where my finger is when deburring resin and nick my finger 😠
- when fabric won’t lay flat for a fucking iron on
- when the transfer tape gets a crinkle on top of a decal and makes the decal go a little wonky is my fucking 9/11
#ask games#statement ends#spyderinej#((thank you tori 🥺❤️🥺❤️🥺❤️))#((i have so many pet peeves and annoyances actually i could talk shit about Facebook groups for hours))#((if i see one more post that’s like ‘i want to start a business what should i sell’ my head is going to fucking explode))#((idk man make whatever you want?? see what the markets around you look like and what’s selling there??))#((ive added like ten different new things to my set up since starting just for variation at shows))#((no one can do this for you like you have to do it because you want to and it’s something you love))#((and i promise you are not going to make money from it for the first couple of years))#((like it’s a completely different ballgame from just selling to friends and family man))#((doing shows sucks))#((people don’t give a shit about handmade anymore))#((no one appreciates art because everyone thinks they can make it))#((the don’t see the 100s of hours and 1000s of dollars that go into learning craft making))#((anyway can you tell im at a show rn lmao))
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