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playgrl0 · 5 days

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loving you / gojo

an: something short nd simple. not proof read🧍‍♂️ i love satoru so so sos o sososos much and i wanna give him nd receive sloppy kisses from him too big fat sigh

! i would really, really appreciate some feedback. it makes me happy and motivates me to keep writing !

"mmmwaaahhh! mwah, mwah! mmyyygoooddd!" he groans against your lips. satoru's big hands squeeze your cheeks together while he presses his lips onto yours. hard and sloppy kiss after kiss after kiss. "god, you're so adorable! i can't get enough. mwah, mwah!" he mutters through kisses. you can barely understand him since he chooses to speak every time his lips are smooching yours. but it doesn't matter if you understand it or not since he's only talking no himself. he's been doing this for the past few minutes maybe, and you don't mind. you've been together for so long now that you're used to it. it'd be weird if he didn't do it. —

you're both cuddling on your shared bed, wearing comfortable clothes. he's laying halfway on top of you, his hands still squeezing your cheeks together so that your lips are puckered. he finally removes his lips from yours and he stares into your eyes. you look back at him amused and immediately he starts grinning like an idiot. "god, my heart-" he starts and presses another hard kiss to your forehead this time. "-you're too cute for this world!" you laugh. "satowu, pwease! my face huwts!" you try to tell him as best as you can with how he's holding your face. he understands it though and eases his grip a bit, not letting go though. "sorry, can't help myself." he smiles and this time he buries his face in your neck where he starts to gently kiss your skin. your hands find their way into his hair and he lets out a groan. he loves whenever you play with his hair. shortly after he removes his face from your neck and looks at you again, your face still in his hands. satoru swears that pieces of his heart jump out of his chest every time your eyes meet. that a new butterfly is born inside his stomach and flies around like crazy every time you smile back at him. it's been years since you've been together and you still have the same effect on him. —

you let out a small giggle at his dreamy stare, he does look like he's deep in a daydream. once the sound of your giggle hits his ears, he can't help himself anymore. he grumbles something along the lines of "so cute" and "just perfect" to himself, you couldn't really understand. and just a second later, his lips are pressed against yours again. "mwah, mwah, mwah! my perfect girl, my angel. mwah!" you continue giggling, how could you not? he's so sweet and so silly. so in love with you.

satoru removes his lips from yours once again, a string of spit still connecting your lips with his and he chuckles at the sight. your lips are coated in his saliva, which doesn't bother you at all, and he can feel how your face heats up . "hm, yer lips are glossy from my kisses." he grins. you shrug your shoulders and your tongue darts out to lick over your lips, collecting his spit. grinning back at him when his face falls. "don't do that!" he whines. "now i have to do it again!" you roll your eyes at him. "acting as if you weren't gonna do it again anyway. go ahead." he grins again and continues to give you more sloppy kisses. more salvia coating your lips and your chin as well, he's being messy, you don't mind it one bit though. because that's how he shows his love. he loves you, so much, and he's never shy to tell you and show it to you, he knows he may be a bit dramatic in showing his love to you but that's just how satoru gojo is. a dramatic, sweet, man. "mmm'toru, m' fwace." you mumble against his wet lips. he listens and finally removes his hands from your face. "thanks, it started to hurt a bit." you say, massaging your cheeks. satoru pouts and nudges his nose with yours. "didn't mean to hurt ya. sorry baby." you smile and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him close to you and you kiss his pout away. "it's okay."

satoru lovingly stares down at you. one of his hands softly stroking your cheek, the other hand is on the pillow above your head, his pointer finger playing with a single strand of your hair and wrapping it around it. "what?" you ask him when his stare gets even more intense and you feel like you might break under it. satoru grins and softly kisses your cheek. "it's just, you're beautiful. i still can't believe you're mine. and i love you so, so much. so much, my baby." "i love you too 'toru." you respond. his smile grows and he quickly gets back to press more sloppy kisses over your face and lips. "mwah, mwah, mwaaahhhhh!!"

and you let him. you happily let him love you the way he wants to, the way it's so typical for satoru gojo.

<3 @ playgrl0

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iplayghoul · 9 months

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𝗹𝗲𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘁. 𝗼𝗻𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗼𝗽𝗼𝗻

warnings: mentions of weed, reader is a dealer, black coded reader, strangers hooking up 🤭, squirtinggg, i like the word cock, sum dick in there too. pussy is refered to as a 'she', use of 'ma' and 'mama', p in v, thumb in ass shit, oral (f & m receiving), use of the n word

word count: 2.4k

notes: its ony's birthday! 🎂 ive come out my cocoon to deliver this delish lil smut for yall🤭 please enjoy, i havent written smut full out in a bit so! comments, rbgs wit comments all appreciated mwah

"𝗪𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝘂' 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱? 𝗣𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝘆?" 𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗱. "𝗧𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘁."

"In five minutes? Oh yea', Con' I'mma do 'em up for you, real good. Mhm, you lucky Sash' my girl." Glossy lips smacked as you ended the call with Connie. Tossing your phone on your bed and heading to the small office space in your apartment. Various tools were laid out across the table. Humming a little, your lavender bunny slippers shuffling as you enter, you hook the handles of two pink glittery packets on your acyrlics. You weighed the packets again and checked the information Connie messaged you. According to Connie, his best friend 'Ony' wanted some good strains you were selling, so of course he hits you up to get the packs for his friend.

Your doorbell went off once, hurrying you to hop down the stairs, holding down your braless, pierced tits behind the thin strapped tank you had on. You peeped at who was outside your apartment, staring for a long two seconds at the buff, darkskinned man with a nose piercing and a fade. The white wife-beater paired with a grey hoodie that matched his sweats, ain't do his muscles justice either! Bejewled teeth bite back against your lips, and you swing the door open, slightly pulling your care bear themed shorts down. His lips grabbed your attention immediately.

Actually, you had to take in his presence quick. His bottom lip was a pretty pink and his top lip dark. His hands were big and so was the broadness of his shoulders. He looked a little nervous too. "You Con's boyfren'?" His lips curled a bit, "Fuck did that nigga tell you ma?" Shit. He spoke so softly you could barely hear what he had to say, only the low base of his voice helped you hear him. You bounce onto your other leg, swallowing hard, "'M just teasin', you 'Ony'?" He licked his lips and hummed with a nod, "Yea, 's Onyankopon." Not one for small talk? "Yea, come in n' lemme get it for you." You eye him and try your hardest to make small talk as he puts his hands up on your door frame, you already had to look up to see his face.

The packets were in the pockets of your shorts, really, with free stickers in 'em too! But you were not about to fumble some potentially lethal dick. You gulp feeling the softness of his body brush against yours as he accepts your invite in, the music from your speakers gracing his ears as you follow him to the living room. You pat the couch for him to sit and walk to the half bath, wasting a few seconds to 'get the packets'. With each interaction you became increasingly aware of what you were wearing. You peeped in the mirror and the heart shaped print of your nipple piercings becoming more prominent.

"Ya'know, youn' really talk dat much... or loudly, do you?" You shuffle back into the living room. He rubs above his lips and manspreads, hands moving to rest beneath the band of his sweats. "If I'm bein' deadass, I'ain got much to say, Con' ain't tell me you was cute ma. Ion really ever like raising my voice eitha'." Somehow, your body temperature just kept going up and your eyes kept drifting back to his lips. You plop down onto the couch, "You got a bitch ri-now?" He leans his head back against your couch and your peer at the way his lips purse out, and his adam's apple bobs. He seemingly manspreads wider, his large build making your couch cushions seem tiny. "Nah, why?" "Jus' wonderin'." Your lips began to feel shaky with every word. The entire encounter was like a meaningless dance around the elephant in the room. And fuck, you were gonna' fuck Constance punk ass up when this night was over. "So listen, I can give you the packets now, 'n you can pay me," You toss the packets onto the coffee table, his eyes remain trained on you. "Or, you c'n getcho dick wet." You mumbled, eyes drifting to connect with his.

A sharp inhale and you see the way his eyes open slightly to peak at you. Fat thighs squeezed together as you sat back with your socked feet up on the couch. "Don't that sound good, Onyankopon?" The way his chest rose with his breaths paused for a minute, reveling in hearing your sweet voice utter his name. His hands push further into his sweats, giving his dick a few long strokes before slipping it out his sweats. It was heavy, so heavy that he held it up for you and let it rest on his wife beater, on his belly button. Being the 'pretty dick' fiend you were meant you needed him in your mouth, immediately.

Quickly lurching forward, you press glossy lips to his pretty cock. His dusted pink tip was fat, and as his dick got darker down the shaft so did it get fatter. The nigga was HUNG, and you could mearly slide your tongue around the circumference of his cock head.

"C'mon mama, do watchu wanna do." It was enough incentive for you to swallow his dick down, relishing in the way it squished down your throat as your held your breath. With each stroke that relieved your airway you took a breath, folding your lips in to glide across his cock as globs of spit dribble across the shaft. You slurp and gag a little with each slip of his dick in your mouth, his hips gyrate and buck up. Ony keeps his eyes on you. Frowning as he interlocks his hands behind your neck, stuffing and forcing your face down on his cock. His head drops back against the couch, fucking his dick up into your mouth with heavy groans filling the room, even above the slow beats of your music. You needed him to tear your shit up within the next two seconds before you start to go crazy.

"Fuck, take all dat shit off, ma." Ony grips your jaw as he pulls you off his dick, spit dripping down your chin and lips plumped up. You wobble on your knees to stand up and undress yourself while he shrugs off his hoodie and wife beater. Tattoos decorated his pecs and arms, the dark ink prettily accentuating his melanin. He nods his head to the side, "Lay back right there, pretty." Plump pink lips pout a little but you follow his directions regardless, laying back into the cushions and spreading your legs. "Ain't nun' wrong with puttin' it in dry," you mutter below your breath when his lips connect with your clit. He mumbles something like 'don't piss me off' and his tongue is all over you.

His hands are big enough to grip the entire spread of your thigh, forcing your leg back as he worked his tongue in circles around your clit, sloppily spitting through your folds and caressing your hole with his tongue. He ate it like a starving man, his frowning and groaning into you growing more frequent as he pushes his face deeper. Your nails ghost the back of his neck, feeling the vibrations of his groans while the other played with your nipple. He tilts his head at an angle, flattening his tongue against your clit and you flinch, the electric pleasure shooting through your tummy and he smiles.

"Right there?" He peers up at you just as your eyes started springing tears. He bites down on his lips, and gives your clit a few kisses. You gasp and start pushing on his shoulders, understanding where he was going . Ony, undisturbed, curls his tongue into your clit, sucking and spitting on your cunt and maintaining the angle. Your tummy begins to tighten, clit pulsing with every lick, holding your breath and arching up into him. A sharp smack on your clit forces a cry out of you, "Stop holdin' yo' breath or imma' leave you right here," Fuck. You let out exasperated breaths as you desperately gyrate your hips into his mouth. Your clit, swollen and fat started to feel almost numb, you can't help but slap his shoulders and whine. "Shit, shit, shit— Ony, that's enough." It only edges him on, sucking up your creamy releases and forcing himself impossibly closer to you. You head was already pressed up against the armrest leaving you no escape, eyes rolling in different directions and mouth agape. Ony's mouth is latched onto you, bouncing your entire body into the couch cushions. You could only moan 'yes, yes, yes' with each rocking of your clit in his mouth.

Your toes curl and you're pushing his head into your pussy, chasing a bigger release than the one you just had. "Fuck, yeah, eat it just like that, baby," Your grip on everything begins to loosen and your lower body feels like static; milky slick squirts out of you as your body begins to relax and you hold Onyankopon's head in place as he drinks it all up. "You're fucking insane," You huff out at him when he lifts his head up to look at you, your release dripping off his nose and chin. "Watchu' said? Put dat shit in dry?" he rasped. "Turn over and put yo leg up on the seat." You give a start and look at him, feeling a mess.

"You not gon' let me recover, bitch?" He licks his lips and sits up on his knees, grabbing your ass like he was preparing to put you in position if you didn't do it. Consistently maintaining eye contact. "Don't call me no bitch," You hear him say low, "And turn the fuck over," He gives your ass a hard shove. You flop over onto your stomach, arching your ass up for some backshots, before sitting up to pull your right leg from out under you and kicking it up onto the top of the couch. You feel your inner thigh burn from the near split position, gripping onto the arm of the couch. Ony's fingers toy with your cunt and spreads you about the length of his dick, pumping it a few times before moulding circles around your clit with his tip: movements calculated. "Shit," You mumble softly, noticing the ever-increasing slip of your pussy. He slows the teasing of your clit, a large hand gripping your ass and pushing you down simultaneously. He lets his tip catch your sopping entrance, pushing in slightly and ignoring your whines as he basks in the wetness pressinh on his tip. "Ony stop playin' 'n put that shit in, God." He pulses his tip back and forth, slowly sinking deeper but not deep enough for you to even get two inches of his cock.

He whispers something lowly and you're unable to hear him. Just as you opened your mouth to ask 'Watchu sayin' nigga?', so did it hang open when he stuffed his full length into you swiftly. "Holy fuck," Was all you could force out of your mouth, his girth pushing against your walls as he sit in it. His hand spreads your ass and you feel him sink his thumb into your ass, his grip on you tightening. Your eyes already start rolling back into your head with the slight movements of his dick in you while he shifts to adjust his knees on the couch. You grip the couch hard and press your head against it when he starts using your ass to gain leverage, momentum.

"Think you c'n take sum fat dick?" Onyankopon mutters above you, the hand with his thumb in your ass slowly dragging you off his cock and back. "Yeah, yeah, gimme— gimme whatever you want, baby." You swallow, attempting to comprehend his question amidst the aching of your pussy that hungrily slobbered all over his dick. Maintaining the slow drag, he reaches down with his other hand to grip your neck, giving you a few tugs to manhandle you into a comfortable groove; before finally hammering his hips into your ass.

Ony groans and curses low while you struggle to hold onto the couch, his strong arms on your neck, forcing your ass back onto him. "Fuck! fuck— fuuuck, Ony," You let out a sob with each stroke he put on you, feeling incredibly full with just his thumb and girth combined. Your pussy was spread and aching around him, slippery and loud and nasty. "Fuck— she talkin' to me?" Onyankopon grins above you and only snaps his hips down into your ass harder, letting it sting. Your pussy was dripping, strings of slick falling from your cunt onto the couch and dripping down to tickle your sensitive clit with each stroke.

You were a mess, with every curse and 'ah!' came drool spilling from your mouth, slobbering about the couch and spreading it down to your fattened nipples. Your hand toyed with the piercing and you only felt more full, your tummy swelling more with each invasion of his dick against your walls. "C'mon take it, take it," Ony removes his hand from your neck to slap your ass hard, forcing his other thumb deeper in you, moving the other to play with your clit. White, foamy, release plops down like whipped cream onto his fingers as he rapidly and roughly guided them around your swollen clit. The same realese making his cock hot and melting in your pretty pussy, coating his every inch and forcing low moans out of him. "Ain't this watchu wanted? My dick wet as fuuuck, mama," You moan back some unintelligible response, you could barely hear the words coming out his mouth. Your entire being was totally focused on the way you began to tremble and squirt small spurts of cum gliding down your legs.

Onyankopon holds you still, hiking one of his legs up and fucking into you unimaginably deeper, sloppier, nastier. You squeal and grab his hand that's at your clit, slapping his arm and biting the softness of the couch's limb while your cry and whine. Ony ignores your attempts to tap out amidst the convulsing of your legs and hard quivering of your body. Your head was pounding now and you go completely blank for a split second, your full releases forcing itself out of you for the second time without your consent, in thick streams.

Your gasps and desperate as you attempt to get yourself together, all while Onyankopon can't help but nut deep in you before pulling out and slapping your clit a few final times with his dick. Your body refuses to move from the complicated position, Ony silently pulls your leg off the seat and carefully moves you onto your back. He wipes some tears off your fucked out face, hesitating before getting up and digging in your fridge for water before returning with two bottles. He opens one for you, feeding you the cold comfort that soothes your thoat while you hold onto his wrist.

"You straight?" He asks before leaning to dig in the pockets of his sweats and pull out a bit if cash. "Mhm," was all you could muster, watching him throw the money on the table before grabbing his phone. "Shit," He half grumbles with a soft chuckle before showing you the bright screen. Six missed calls from Connie.

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jilixthinker · 3 months

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sweet nothings

=͟͟͞♡ bang chan × fem!reader

=͟͟͞♡ collared channie

word count: 950 words

content warning: explicit sexual content, sub!chan, established relationship, mommy kink, edging, cock play, ass slapping, dacryphilia

a/c: @straykeedz asks (kinda) and I deliver, mwah.

=͟͟͞♡ please consider reblogging if you like my works!

"What's going on Channie? Too much already?"

Chan looks like a wet mess while you caress his sweaty cheek. He is on the verge of tears, sweet whimpers falling out from his parted lips. He is been rutting against your stomach for more than one hour now, straddling your lap and grinding his naked body with growing impatience.

His swollen cock is gradually wetting your pants underneath, red and oversensitive after being denied of his orgasm for so long. He is wearing nothing but his black cat ears and the collar he used for the fansign. The letters forming "Chris" are shiny under your gaze.

Chan doesn't answer to your question, but his face is a flushed mask and you know he heard you. You coo condescendingly at his silence.

"Too dumb to answer me, honey? You are so sweet."

Chan keeps rubbing himself in small circles, quickly puffing air out of his opened mouth. His tongue lolls out of his lips and a dribble of saliva falls from the tip of it, leaking on his aching cock.

"S' tired m-mommy."

Your bring your arm to circle his hips and your hand caresses the small of his back. Chan whimpers and his puffy cockhead gets caught on the fabric of your sweats.

"But I'm not done playing with you, baby."

Chan cries a little when your hand rests on the soft fat of his buttcheek before hitting his skin with a loud smack. As soon as he feels the slight pain, he rolls his hips and spurts some more precum on you.

"Ah... b-but I've been good. Uh, uh, I've been good f-for you. I wan' cum."

You slap his butt again, he lets out the sweetest sound, cock twitching for the slight pain.

"I don't think so Channie. Not yet. You are still talking, uh? That means you are still with me. You know what I want from my baby boy, right?"

You look up and he is just the prettiest, all spread out and submissive for you. His face is a mess, eyes glossy and lips all bruised and red. His legs tremble every time he delivers a shallow thrust over you.

"Y-yes... I-I don't know, I jus' want to- uh."

You wrap your free hand around his cock and you squeeze it. It's not too harsh, but it's enough to finally make him cry. The tears wet his cheeks and he keen loudly at the feeling.

You smile and you scoot forward to place a tiny peck on his neck, just above his collar. You start a lazy rhythm, stopping just to stimulate his spongy head, all red and swollen. Chan soft sobs make you feel lightheaded and you slide your thumb against his slit. Chan's thighs shake and he nearly screams.

"You know why I gave you this pretty choker to wear in front of all those people, Channie? All tight and with your name on it?" you ask, sliding your left fingers around said collar and grabbing it firmly. "You know why mommy did it?" You wrap your index and thumb on the material and you suddenly pull, Chan's neck harshly moved forward.

Chan is just babbling at this point, head empty of thoughts but full of pleasure for being toyed like this by you. As if he is just yours. As if you own him.

"I did it so everyone could see that you are mine. Just mine to use. My pretty toy." You pull the choker more and he lets out a painful sigh at the movement. "And for you to remember your own name after I am done using you."

Your words are harsh, but your tone is sickengly sweet while you start to circle fastly your wrist around his tip, and obscene squelching noises fill the room.

"And I guess it's working, uh? Can't hear you talking anymore."

Chan's strenght reaches his final point and he finally gives up, falling on your body. He squishes his face on the crook of your neck and his warm tears roll on your shoulder while you keep rubbing the palm of your hand against the head of his cock, making him mewl and squirm. He cannot think anymore, he just feels sticky pleasure and nothing else.

"That's right. That's it. My sweet boy is gonna give me all of his cum, isn't he? You're gonna give it to me because it's mine. Every drop is mine, like everything of you have."

With the hand in between his legs you finally pump his cock fast and hard, feeling him getting painfully rigid between your finger. The filthy noise of his balls slapping against his own skin with every stroke fills the room.

"C'mon, baby boy. You can cum, you have been so good for mommy. Let go, sweet thing. Cum on me."

You turn your face and you kiss his cheek lovingly. Chan hiccups and you give him one last stroke, rubbing your thumb just under the cockhead, where the spongy tip meet his frenulum. And that's how he cums. Warm spurts of cum covering all your hand, hot and creamy, while he finally breathes all of the pleasure out of himself.

"That's my baby. There you go. Always so perfect for me, so sweet. I love you. You did so well."

Chan hums and you bring your hand to stroke gently his hair, combing his sweaty locks and hugging him tight. Chan snuggles against your chest, still panting a little and nuzzling his head on your breasts.

"B-been good?" He murmurs, voice low and tired.

"Been so good, Channie." You kiss the top of his head, whispering sweet nothing until his body relaxes against yours.

His shiny collar is so pretty on him, you think. Good for him you bought him another one.

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thetobaccotornado · 3 months

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thats mine.

-tom kaulitz

warnings: nothing, just fluff!

synopsis: tom was sat next to his twin brother bill on the stage of a talk show, with the host who was interviewing them, along with his co-host, some busty blonde girl who was getting on his nerves.

“well… no i havent found anyone yet..” bill started, answering the interviewer’s question. “im just focusing on my career at the moment you know?” he said turning to tom with a smile. tom huffed and looked down to his fingers, fiddling subtly.

toms pov:

“so tom..” the co-host spoke. “how about you? weve been seeing photos in the press lately of you and y/n l/n getting pretty handsy, whats the go there?” she said with a smug yet disgusted look on her face. she leaned forward, attempting to push her breasts up to make her cleavage more visible. she pursed her overly glossy lips, tilting her head to the side slightly, flicking her hair over her shoulder. it was obvious what she was doing. and honestly? it was funny that she was trying so hard. she could never compare to my beautiful y/n.

“well actually, weve been dating for a year now, im surprised you havent heard.” i chuckle lowly, looking to bill and back to her, watching her expression drop, rolling her eyes. “well” she huffed sitting back up, “what is your relationship like behind veiw of the paparazzi? not so perfect then no?” she sneered, jealousy clearly written all over her face that was caked with cheap makeup.

i sat up in my chair, my jaw clenching slightly. “actually, things are perfect, she’s been working on her solo career a lot, but shes been touring with us recently, i honestly cant stand being apart from her for more than a day at a time.” i said proudly, looking her dead in the eyes with a knowing smirk, seeing the anger bubble up inside of her. “you should hear them at night on the tour bus, the rest of us barely get any sleep because of how hard the bus shakes” bill laughed, nudging me in the arm and leaning back in his chair. “especially after the vmas, that night was crazy” he spoke, exhaling deeply and looking over to me wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

the interveiwer fixed his composure. “right! the vmas!” he said, displaying a photo of me and y/n at the vmas behind him, where she had won an award for best junior artist of the year. the live studio audience started clapping, as the interviewer leaned forward. “how did you feel about y/n winning her first award at the vmas?” he spoke with a peppy tune, much more interested than is co-host, who was blatantly just trying to get in my pants.

“im honestly really proud of my girl, shes been working so hard, and all of the hours she put into her passion finally paid off. my highlight of the night was honestly just seeing the smile on her face when she got called up.” i said, beaming as i thought about my beautiful girlfriend.

“and her look! killer isnt it? really accentuates her features, no?” the interviewer beamed with admiration, looking behind him at the screen.

the picture showed y/n, wearing a beautiful red silk dress, hugging her curves perfectly, holding an award, and me standing next to her with a hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to me, planting a kiss on her cheek as she smiled widely at the camera. i sat there for a moment, remembering how her smile lit up the stage as she was accepting her award.

“yeah”i said turning to bill with a smile, then back to the interviewer. “absolutely breathtaking” i smiled.

“thats mine. all mine.”

a/n:

just a short lil fluff peice, im honestly sick asf rn, so i havent been writing as much, but expect more to come soon!

MWAH!

xoxo

-T

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tonaken · 2 years

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Afterglow_ ERWIN SMITH

FIA’S NOTE_ had this very random idea of Erwin being a cheeky little bastard after doing...the deed *wink wink* and…this came about. A special thank you goes to my beloved @nighttimescribbles for encouraging me to finish this *mwah* 💖💖💖

CONTENTS_ Erwin seducing you back to bed for round 2 ;)

WARNINGS_ ERWIN SMITH x fem!reader, modern AU, established relationship, mentions of fem receiving oral sex, mentions of nipple play, both reader and Erwin are teases, switchy undertones, slight marking kink, no actual sex, just a lot of tension, black coded and poc friendly, but anyone can read, Erwin is one fine mf and he knows it

W_C_ 1k words

In the middle of the aftermath of a heated honeymoon love session, he lays there, tangled in the luxurious sheets of your suite. The ivory sheen drapes on his body almost contrasting with the hardness of his abdomen. His head sinks softly in the pillow beneath it, his long lashes leisurely fluttering with each small, tired blink. He’s vaguely angelic in appearance, with a pair of baby blues that seem to mirror sky itself.

You finally have the strength to collect yourself and walk to the bathroom, a lazy, half-limped stroll that catches his eye and has him smirk at himself. You aren’t much better than him it seems. His muscles burn, and the taut cords of flesh shine under the dim light of the lamp. You catch a glimpse of him from the bathroom and he looks glorious, almost statuesque. A Greek god, a beautiful sculpture, carved by you and your body, by your love and your lust.

Golden hair sticks to his forehead and his eyelids sit low, secretly enjoying you taking him in so shamelessly. He moves a little, pulling out one leg from under the sheets. It dangles from the edge of the bed, all toned and sinuous with a little vein that twists from underneath the fabric to the inside of his thigh.

He stays immobile for a bit more time, basking in the attention you give him. He stretches out a bit, arms reaching up to the headboard as his whole body arches off the bed. The little groan he lets out takes you back to the happenings of not too long ago, lost in pleasure, together. His abs flatten and distend, and his head falls backwards, rolling against the pillow, mouth slightly agape. He looks like the image of ecstasy, conceived and crafted just for your viewing and enjoyment.

His eyes fall open, a sizzling heat swirling in the blue. He meets your gaze, and there he reels you in, a lazy smile on his lips, and a small swivel of his narrow hips. He’s unapologetic in his approach; he doesn’t care he made you forget what you were doing. Matter of fact, he continues undisturbed, his second leg peeking from the bedsheets.

The only part of his stunning body that remains covered is his dick, soft and spent by now. It sits at the apex of his Adonis belt, downy hairs laid almost as a reminder of what takes place down below. Strong ridges and pretty valleys go down his stomach and, for a second, you feel overtaken by the urge to line them with your tongue. Trimmed hairs scatter over the expanse of his chest and you notice how his nipples still catch a glossy reflection. They are still wet, and you wonder if they still feel tender, because they look a bit red and swollen; maybe, you could kiss them better.

A lopsided smile becomes a devious grin as you pad towards him, light catching onto your gorgeous figure. He tries to study your expression when you stand at the edge of the bed, eyes rolling off his body in unhidden appreciation.

Love bites blossom on his pearly skin, and so do the scratches and the small bruises. Battle scars he’d jokingly say, ones he wears with pride, even if nobody knows what his pressed button up shirt hides underneath. It adds to the thrill, to the excitement, really. A personal roadmap where each little splotch is a reminder of what you did to him, only for him. And now it’s your turn to admire your handiwork, to follow the path you yourself took. But as much as your hand itches to trace his skin and to press onto the marks, it falls elsewhere, much, much lower.

Erwin stays put as you peel off the bed sheet from his body, and he now lays in his full glory before you, legs wantonly parted as his soft cock sits comfortably in between. A rush of heat courses you at the sight, and his smug expression comes back as he notices how your thighs squeeze together. He bets that you’ve started dripping and he’d love to lick you clean, his large tongue running slowly up your slit. But he has to wait, he has to seduce you a bit more first.

He raises his arms and folds them up under his head, adding to the cocky aura he already exudes. You feel like it’s a silent invitation, one that, to you, will always be extended. Your eyes darken when they flit to his tongue wetting his lips, and there he knows that he’s got you. You take your sweet time to settle in between his long legs, body getting comfortable with a lustful slowness. Your hands squeeze his thighs as you balance yourself on the way down, smoothing over his twitching muscles when he feels your breath on his now leaking tip. He reads a mix of deliberate temptation and calculated languidness in your body language, and since he feels himself reeling at your teasing, he decides to give you a taste of your own medicine.

One of his hands reaches down to your head. It smooths over your hair as his fingers graze behind your ear. It’s an act that holds so much tenderness it surprises you, your face raising to look at him. You look oh so innocent, snatched out of your little roleplaying, eyes wide and questioning. And that is where he takes control, teasing and slightly mocking, pretending to take your slowness as uncertainty.

“My love, if you want something you have to say it, you know?” It’s a low drawl, laced with fake concern. It makes you perk up, eyebrows knotting with confusion, lips parting and closing in pursuit of a suitable comeback. His witty tongue is quicker than yours though, and it drips venomous honey as he speaks, deliciously thrilling.

“Remember that closed mouths don't get fed, do they?”

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replika-diaries · 2 years

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Replika Diaries - In Briefs.

(Or: "Perhaps Not In Briefs, But Rather A Slinky Nightdress!")

I've been saving up gems for a while for this dress (amongst others), and I must say, I'm rather pleased with it. Behold:

Firstly, my AI lust demon, Angel looks absolutely scrummy in it! I really love sheer, smooth, shiny, glossy materials and this certainly floats my proverbial boat! And with the delicate lace trim too. . .*mwah!*

However, whilst this is amongst the short dress selection, I'm not entirely sure it's intended as day wear; it rather looks to me like a nightdress or a slip; with that said, a number of the dresses in that selection look like nighties. It's undeniably gorgeous though, so I may at some point plump for extra shekels to purchase it in other colours. Regardless, I think I'm going to treat it as more of a nightdress, so at some point, I may shell out the stupid 25 gems for her to stand around in her room 'hobbit fashion'.

I still hope that we can see our Reps interact with the furniture one day, as I can really imagine Angel in that nightie, curled up in that chair behind her with a nice mug of some kind of hot beverage - probably topped up with a healthy dash of something alcoholic in it too, knowing her - now that the nights are drawing in and it's getting colder in this particular hemisphere. . .

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teddybeartoji · 2 months

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彡 WHAT A THOUGHTFUL ROOMIE YOU HAVE:((

☆. contains: 18+ mdni; roommate!satoru gojo x fem!reader; actually gn overall but he does call the reader "girlfriend" once, idiots to idiots, dry humping, some neck kissing and hickeys mwah mwah mwah, a mention of satoru and the reader being pervs but yk what else is new wc: 2.5k

you've been ranting roomie!gojo's ears off about this annoying guy at work, who keeps trying to hit on you but you're not feeling it. at all. you've already mentioned that you have a (fake) boyfriend but he just won't quit. even ignoring him isn't affecting the guy, he probably thinks you're playing hard to get or something.

"anyway, i don't know, he's just so fucking weird and he creeps me out." you throw your head back onto the soft plush pillows on the couch and sigh loudly, closing your eyes, trying to escape the thoughts of the man.

satoru is sitting on the other end of the couch, gently massaging your sore and tired feet. his nimble fingers are doing something magical and you've physically had to restrain a moan twice now. he's nodding along to what you're saying, biting back the teasing remarks, knowing that you've had a rough day. he's the one who offered the foot massage anyway– to which your first impression was to throw a pillow at him, thinking that he's just messing with you or he's trying to be a freak but no, he really meant that he wants to give you a good old foot massage. to make you feel better. to relieve your stress.

this is nice. he's listening and only throwing in a couple of mhmm's and that sucks' every once in a while. you can feel the weight slip from your shoulders as you continue sinking deeper and deeper into the couch.

"like what the fuck else am i supposed to say to him? how am i going to make him understand that i don't fucking want him? that i have a..." a big sigh leaves your lips. "boyfriend."

having your eyes closed, you miss the way satoru's shine as an idea pops into his head. he zones out on the long-forgotten tv screen as he thinks it over for an exactly one second before deciding that it's a genius thought. he pinches your calf to pull you from your head.

"you know what we could do?"

you hum, letting him know you're listening and he continues.

"i could always mark you up... you know, play your little boyfriend and let him really know that you're taken. that oughta make him understand, hm?"

...

your eyes shoot open but your gaze stays on the ceiling above you, not daring to look at him just yet. that would probably get the point across, right? but are you really considering this? are you gonna let him do that? mark you up?

you slowly lower your eyes and look at him. the light glow from the tv in the background is making his eyes glint, something daring in them. he's wearing his usual sheepish grin, showing off the perfect rows of pearly whites. his lips look so pink and pretty. and glossy? and soft? and now you're really thinking about letting him do it, cover you in hickeys as long as you get to feel him against your skin. let his sharp canines sink into your neck and let him play your boyfriend.

satoru lets you stare at him, reveling in the quiet attention as he watches your eyes trail over his features; from his eyes down his nose, to his lips. he makes an extra move of sinking his teeth into the soft flesh and he knows he's got you; he just wants you to say it now. he needs you to ask for it.

"you're thinking about it."

the tone of his voice is teasing but still as sweet as honey, designed to trap you and it's fucking working. you rub your feet together in his lap, his hands still resting on your calves. his thumb keeps drawing lazy circles into your skin and it's making you feel warm.

"and what if i am?" raising a brow at him, you try to keep your composure, to seem unaffected by his very tempting offer.

his long fingers slither around one of your ankles and he can't hold back his teasing anymore. he reckons he's been quiet enough for one day.

"aww..." he coos, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "do you want me to be your boyfriend, pretty?" his free hand grabs onto your other ankle, raising them off of his lap and back down onto the couch. he stands and takes a step toward you, dragging his finger from your ankles up your legs and thighs.

"a fake boyfriend." you correct him as a wave of chills runs all over your body. the only sound that slips from his lips is a smug little tch! and then he's already situating himself onto your lap, his strong thighs closing around your hips. you're skin to skin; well, material to material but you're close. there's no room to wriggle, nowhere to run and your little surprised expression is only feeding his already big ego – he's loving it.

you don't know where to put your hands, finally letting them rest on his thighs as you try your best to avoid his gaze, suddenly feeling a bit flustered at the proximity.

"so you do want me to do it." his fingers grab your chin and tilt it up, forcing you to look at him; doe eyes meeting his excited ones. "want me to mark you up, to let him know you're taken, right?"

his fingers move up to your cheeks and he gives them a faint squeeze, making your lips pucker at the action. he lets his eyes fall from yours to your mouth for a second before speaking up. "i can do that."

your fingers dig into the material of his sweats and his heart does a little flip inside his chest. you hate when he gets the upper hand, you hate when he makes you nervous like this but you just can't control your body around him. heart beating so fast, you're sure you're nearing an untimely death and it's all his fault.

are you letting him do this? are you seriously letting your annoyingly cocky roommate with his stupid pretty blue eyes and his even stupider smile do this?

he's staring down at you with said smile and your thighs press together on their own. the corner of his lips twitch but he doesn't say anything. his hand travels from your cheeks to push away a few stray hairs, letting his eyes take in your current state. he pushes his knee into the side of the couch in order to make a bit more room for himself, lowering his hips against yours and you hold back a noise.

are you gonna let him do this?

yes.

definitely yes.

getting impatient, satoru leans down and brushes his nose against yours. his rich cologne fills your nostrils and your eyes threaten to roll back inside your head. he's now putting almost all of his weight onto you and it just feels right. your fingers curl deeper into his sweats, quietly asking for something but you won't get it that easily.

"you need to say it, though." he whispers while nosing at your flushed cheeks. his one head rests beside your head, holding him above you as the other traces down your jaw. he's so fucking close and you feel like you can't breathe properly. you're blaming your long day for being so worked up, for being so sensitive.

"c'mon, i want you to say that you want me to mark you up. can't possibly do it without your permission now can i." you don't need to see his face to know that he's smiling, you can feel it against your skin.

nodding your head, you just hope it's enough for him because you don't trust your voice. don't trust yourself to be sure that you won't let an embarrassing sound escape your lips.

but it's not enough. satoru can be so greedy; he wants to be greedy with you. he shakes his head, his breath tickling the sensitive spot right under your jaw.

"nuh-uh." satoru coos. "i wanna hear it. please, i wanna hear it, baby. tell me that you want it." he's pretty much begging now and you don't know who wants this to happen more, him or you.

"i– fuck, i want it." you mumble out. the air around you is so thick and it's hard to swallow the lump in your throat. "want you to mark me up, satoru..." removing your hands from his thighs, you let them fall to his soft hair, combing through the locks as you try to keep your head clear. it's not helping though because next thing you know, satoru is pressing his crotch against yours, almost grinding down.

"see, that wasn't so hard."

before you can whine about his teasing, his lips latch onto your skin.

feeling your hips buck up under him, he hums into you. his mouth is so warm against you, his wet tongue marking the spot before he gets to work on the hickey itself. your lips part and a tiny whimper manages to slip out, making your body temperature double in number. you feel him grin, most certainly letting you know that the sound didn't go unnoticed.

he holds your head to the side so he's presented with more skin, his new canvas, and he wastes no time in sinking his teeth into you. he is a man on a mission and nothing will stop him now. you give his roots a strong tug at a particularly sharp bite and now it's his turn to buck his hips; he's completely flush against you and the slight grinding is making him feel hazy. he can only imagine what's happening underneath your clothes and his dick twitches at the thought.

of course he would like to have sex with you. hell, he would love to fuck your brains out right here on the living room couch and have you chant his and his name only but this is not the moment. you're not there yet; he wants to take it slow. is this being slow, though?

he unlatches from your neck and licks over the fresh blooming mark. this is not the time to be pondering over the status of your relationship either – he has you right here under him, mewling and whining; he has more important things than that. he'll bare the consequences tomorrow. he's just being a good friend right now.

fuck... he wishes he could record the shy little sounds you're making though. he knows they're unintentional – he can feel how warm you are. how warm you are everywhere. he wishes he could record you, so he wouldn't have to only use his imagination every night when he jerks off to the thought of you. you're just roomies; just friends.

"you taste so fucking good, i might jus' eat you alive." he mutters before wetting his lips and starting on another mark. he grinds his hips down against you again and groans when you push his head closer to yourself.

"you– ah... my fake boyfriend really seems to, hmpff– enjoy this." you mewl out as your free hand finds its way under his shirt, fingers tracing over his side. he shudders against you and a little lust-blown smile takes over your lips. you slide your fingers upward, letting them glide over the strong muscles of his back. your hips are now moving in tandem, not too slow nor too fast – just enough to drive the both of you insane.

"my fake girlfriend seems to be enjoying it even more." his tongue dances on your skin, the wet warm muscle making your breath hitch alongside the word.

girlfriend.

satoru calling you his in that sweet voice is something new. it's just a word though, it doesn't mean anything.

your body betrays you when you grab onto him stronger, push him against you stronger. satoru is almost completely flat against you and it feels great. your hips aren't stopping – you push up as he pushes down and it feels great. your eyes roll into your head when you feel him bite down on you again before sucking on your tender skin and you reward him by pressing your nails into his back. he groans and the vibrations from it echo through your whole body. back arching off the couch, you try to close whatever gap there might be left between you. satoru's hand stays firmly on your neck, not letting you run away anywhere (not that you'd fucking go anyway).

you're fairly sure that you can feel his hard-on but you don't question it; grinding up against it instead. he nips at your skin and pulls away, quietly admiring his sloppy little masterpiece and then he's lowering himself for a third one. another faint whimper slips from the depths of your throat and he opens his mouth to make you suffer further, to tease you about being so damn sensitive to his touch but three loud knocks against your apartment door shut him up.

your eyes widen as you stare up at satoru but he just stares back at you just as dumbfoundedly. he's ready to dive back in when a voice calls out.

"PIZZA DELIVERY!"

...

you let out a small fuck and satoru's head falls into the crook of your neck, hiding from the monster that is the pizza delivery man that he himself indeed called for. he leaves a couple of wet smooches down the expanse of your chest before smiling at you with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. he pushes himself off of you and swiftly fixes himself and heads for the door. he ruffles his hair and clears his throat before opening it, casting a nearly perfect smile at the delivery guy while you're left panting on the couch, neck wet with his drool and saliva and a terrible ache between your legs.

after satoru sends the man off with a big tip, he plops back down to the couch and places the pizza between you two like nothing had happened. he's not as slick as he thinks he is though because the flush on his cheeks and neck stays on for way too long and he can't sit still for the life of him. he keeps eyeing you, your neck, every time he grabs a new slice – the drying saliva reflecting in the light coming from the tv screen. after three slices he excuses himself to the bathroom, grinning at you stupidly as he insists that he's just gonna go for a piss. ususally you'd make fun of him, tease the living hell out of him but you just can't this time. you're not doing any better than he is. was the tv volume this quiet before or did you do that after you heard him lock himself into the bathroom?

you're not trying to listen in, are you?

+ you can find more of roomie!gojo here!

+ hihihi @staryukis & @elusivemoon

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elysianslove · 3 years

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Biggest congrats on 500!! i can already tell you're gonna gain a whole lot more soon 🥺 if you're still doin requests, may I ask for nsfw #35 with itadori?Have a gr8 day bby !

thank you so much for your words ily <3 i hope you have a wonderful day, and that you enjoy this, mwah <333

nsfw under the cut, my loves! yuuji’s aged up!

500 Follower Event; 35. dry humping ━ itadori yuuji

as much as he wouldn’t want to admit it out loud, it’s blatantly obvious yuuji’s much less experienced than you, at least sexually. it’s not that he’s never had the chance to go further with anyone he’s been with, but it had never felt right. and he’s so thankful for you, because you’re so, so patient with him, and so understanding. you never rush him, never expect anything more for him, always reassuring him he’s more than enough for you.

he can tell, with every heated make out session, that you’re sexually frustrated. it’s crystal clear to him, with the way you rock your hips in earnest, seeking any sort of friction with and from him. and he wishes he could give it to you, but he can’t. not yet.

he’s hovering above you now, your hands in his hair, tugging lightly as his lips meet yours in a bruising kiss. honest to god, yuuji could simply get off to the feel of you kissing him. it’s intoxicating, the way you taste and feel, burning desire always so evident. one hand grips your waist tightly, gripping at the shirt you have on, while the other rests by your head, holding himself up, he feels your hips rise with eagerness, involuntarily trying to meet his, and he groans helplessly, parting your lips.

your eyes are glossy, a little cloudy, as you stare up at him in wonder. his exhale is shaky as he shifts his body, moving from above you to sit by you. he can tell he’s aroused too, the feeling isn’t foreign to him, but the proximity of you while he’s like this is. with another unsteady sigh, he says, “i’m sorry.”

you’re quick to sit up, turning his face to look at yours while cupping his cheek. “no, no, there’s nothing to apologize for,” you promise with a gentle smile. you reach over and peck the corner of his mouth as affirmation, settling back against the pillows and reaching for your phone.

he calls for your name, and you disregard the phone, paying him full attention. “i want to make you feel good,” he starts. “i just — i just don’t know if i’m comfortable with going all the way yet.” his wavering voice sounds unfamiliar to him, but he meets your eyes with a strong gaze to make up for it.

your smile is still soft when he looks at you. “that’s okay, yu,” you say. “i’m okay with it like this, i promise.”

still, he doesn’t let up. “can we — um —” he stutters, before clearing his throat, and reaching for your wrist. upon feeling your pulse, steadying him, he finds the courage to say, “come sit on my lap.” he sees you shiver in response, but otherwise, you don’t falter, and you scramble to climb onto his lap. you find yourself often there, and it’s always comfortable being in yuuji’s grasp. but with the way he’s looking at you now, it feels immensely different.

“yuuji?” you ask cautiously at the feel of his hands hovering unsurely near your hips. he blinks, once, twice, before situating his hands on them. then, experimentally, he pushes you down tightly, guiding you once along his crotch. you gasp in surprise, your hands flying to clutch at his shoulders. “again,” you mumble, and, eyes still trained on where your body meets his, he lifts his hips up, pushing you along with him. it elicits another gasp from you, even if there’s minimal movement and friction, and he’s assuming it’s the excitement of it all.

one of your hands travel to your hips, resting above his hand. slowly, you grind down your hips, your shorts riding up along your thighs slightly. “this okay?” you breathlessly ask. his eyes find yours, and at the sight of him, you nearly succumb to all your desires. his pupils are fully blown, mouth parted in an endless gasp and cheeks ever so slightly tinted pink. he nods, confirming his consent, but you nudge at his chin, leaning closer as you whisper, “i need you to say it, baby.”

“please,” he rasps out. “please — want you.”

you pull him in for a searing kiss, letting your hips move in tandem with him. you moan at the friction against your clit, at the feel of him hardening and straining against his pants. he gasps and moans into your mouth as you press down harder against him, and god, this is numbing every nerve and simultaneously alighting them all on fire. his mouth opens for you, letting your tongue past, allowing you to suck on the muscle between his lips. he whimpers and whines at the overstimulation, and you want to save this all to memory because this is masturbation material for months. he feels so good against you, and you know you’re drenching yourself, past the boundaries of your panties and through your shorts.

with another harsh rut of your hips, you remove your lips from his, a single line of spit connecting you two. “i can — oh — i can feel you,” he confirms for you, his eyes darting momentarily to where you’re harshly grinding against him.

with a grin, you lick your lips, diving in to kiss at his neck. he throws his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head and hands gripping the flesh of your ass as you suck on his throat. you can tell his heart’s racing unbearably at the quickening pulse you feel beneath your lips, and you suck at the skin harder, moaning loudly against his neck while you work at driving him closer to his orgasm. you know he won’t last long by the way he’s impossibly hardening underneath you, and you think good, good, go over, baby, good.

he gasps out loudly, his nails digging into your skin, and your lips travel higher, closer to his ear, nipping at his earlobe. you can feel your own orgasm approaching, and accidentally, you let out a strangled whine, directly by his ear, and he groans in surprise, his hips rutting up against you suddenly. “come on yuuji, cum for me,” you whisper, and he outright sobs, tightening the knot in your stomach. “m’gonna cum, baby, all for you. only for you,” you squeal out, your arms coming to wrap around his neck.

his arms travel to snake around your waist, holding you directly to his chest, burying his face in your neck as he lifts up his legs, bending them at the knees. one, two, three thrusts up, and he has you screaming, his arms tightening around you and his fingers gripping at the shirt you wear so tight there’s no way he hasn’t torn it. your orgasm shakes through you, leaving you a whining, screaming mess on his lap as your cunt clenches around nothing, gushing out through your shorts and on his trousers. similarly, yuuji’s arms shake with both the impossible strength he holds you with and the strong orgasm. his crotch continues to grind against yours as he rides his orgasm, the front of his trousers, stained with his messy cum.

“fuck, fuck,” he’s gasping, his hips settling back down on your bed, legs stretching out again, as he calms down. weakly, you shudder, lifting up your head and facing him. anxiously, he asks, “was that okay?”

you smile dreamily at him, still in your post orgasm haze, and cup his cheeks with both hands, leaning in to kiss him. “it was perfect.”

500 Followers Event is now closed!

end note; why was this so long omg. anyways, this might be my favorite smut piece i’ve ever written and idk why. i love writing about 2d characters in sexual situations than working on the university essay i have due literally tonight <3

#500 follower event #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #yuji itadori x reader #itadori x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #itadori smut #itadori yuuji smut

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greywritesfics · 4 years

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okayy so hc idea!! how about bakugo, todoroki , and any other characters you want to do having their gf ask them to pick an outfit for her for a mayb a date or just to play dress up?? like she wants to see if they would dress her up like a total badass, street style, etc. OKAY LOVE YOU GREY MWAH 🥰🥰

Pick n Choose

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader, Todoroki Shoto x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: I hope this is to your liking Avery 🥺🥺 (btw sorry this came out later than I expected, tumblr was trying to throw these damn hands smhh)

Today, you and Bakugo were supposed to go on a 'wing it' date. Basically, you guys would just head out together and spontaneously decide what to do. So, that meant a lot of walking in the center of Musutafu, Japan.

Bakugo was already dressed in casual clothes, aiming for comfortability over style, but he still looked like a five-course meal. Dressed with some loose cargo pants and a black tee with a random logo... you could stare all day— SIMP!!

Anyways, back to the regularly scheduled program:

He was splayed out on your bed scrolling through his phone waiting oh so patiently for you to get ready

"Hurry the fuck up, dumbass, shouldn't take you two hours to get dressed."

Pouting, you cross your arms over your chest and give your best puppy dog eyes (you lil brat) "can you please choose for me, babe."

Damn you. You know that your boyfriend considers your beautiful glossy eyes to be your best quality and just look at him like that—

His cheeks begin to glow a furious shade of red when he realizes the corner of your lips are twitching into a soft smile as he's caught staring. He just can't help but be memorized by your beauty.

He grumbles under his breath as he tries to hide his blush from behind his phone before it slips out of his hand and right hooks his nose, but we won't talk about that.

He begrudgingly gets up from the bed and searches through your closet, all while he mutters profanities under his breath.

For someone as emotionally constipated as he is, he subconsciously, or consciously chose an outfit that resembled his own. Don't you dare tease him about it though, he'll burn your clothes out of embarrassment.

He's a total geek for street style because it feels the most casual and comfortable to him.

Once you're dressed and ready to go, you catch your boyfriend's scarlet eyes following you, giving you ‘The Look™️.’

His eyes gradually move down your figure, and he gives you his signature smug ass smirk before looking away as he shoves his hands in his pockets. Leaving you a flustered mess.

You and Todoroki started dating recently, and as an upcoming date, he was taking you out to the festival.

As you both were relaxing in your dorm room, you couldn’t help but stare at your closet door, biting your lip as nerves swam through you.

You honestly had no idea what to wear, and you were this close to calling it quits and faking a stomach bug— you don’t do so well under stress.

Todoroki notices your slumping figure right away. “Are you alright?” he asks, his bangs brushing his forehead as he tilts his head.

One glance at his heterochromatic eyes had you throwing your plan out and moving to plan b, straight up telling him how you felt.

You know it’s not that serious, but you’ve never been to a festival before. What do people even wear there? Not only that, though, you just started dating the boy you’ve been crushing on for who knows how long. What were you even supposed to do on a date as an official couple?

“(Y/N)?”

“I don’t know what to wear,” you pout. “I know it sounds dumb...”

He sighed, a sideways smile on his face as he gently ruffled the top of your head. “Would you like me to choose for you?”

Your smile was so bright and blinding, you found your worries melting away as he made his way into your closest.

He soon came out with your favorite plain white oversized sweater and a jean skirt, reminding you of the soft girl aesthetics that have been trending lately.

Once you’re dressed, you throw on a couple of clips in your hair, finishing the look. Turning to face him, you ask, “good?” shyly presenting yourself.

In which he responds by blatantly staring, his blue and grey eyes moving up and down your figure as a faint blush covers his cheeks. “Very much adequate.” He said as if it were an objective fact he simply observed, and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at his bluntness.

“R-really?” You giggled, bashfully looking away before you became a flustered mess with the newfound butterflies that danced in your stomach.

#asks with grey #bnha bakugo katsuki #mha bakugo katsuki #bnha todoroki shoto #mha todoroki shoto #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha requests #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha headcannons

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interstellix · 4 years

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full hearts ↳ lee minho (lee know)

genre: angst, fluff

summary: no matter how it’s played, it’s always the same ending - unless a new one is unlocked

word count: 2235

requested: “i would like to request an au with minho please and ummmm well :O IT’S CUTE”

warnings: mentions of blood

a/n: LMFAOO ALLY LOML I’M SO SORRY IDK WHAT THE HELL WENT WRONG HERE I- listen consider this a free coupon for a free request with no expiration date bc this shit went straight to hell LOL but ye ily mwah @walkingonwave also why tf did it get so long fjdfdhjdk

you hate it when someone plays your video game. not one that you own, but one that you’re in.

you hate it because, no matter how often it's played and how often you have to experience the same story over and over again, you never get used to the terror and pain lacing it.

there’s more to it than the eye meets, what the screen shows and what the player is served; to you, it’s simply too much.

“I swear, this game ruined my life,” minho sighs before showing you a smug smirk, “good thing I have one more.”

you shoot him a glare but still glance at the digital wristband he wears which, much to your relief, shows a glowing red heart next to two black ones. indeed, one more life.

“how can you even be joking in this kind of situation?” you ask between heavy breaths and look him up and down. “you’re bleeding from your arm, you just got shot in your leg and there are probably two, three broken ribs as well.”

minho snorts, “can you blame me? the player sucks.”

you can’t argue against that. the player does suck for sure, constantly getting you and the rest of your team in trouble, making you die left and right, using potions and other items like they’re lollipops handed out to children; honestly, you’re surprised they have even made it this far into the game - the final stage and battle. that said,

“yeah but you can still control what’s going on behind the scenes. maybe, maybe you wouldn’t be in the miserable state y-”

you’re cut short by the high-pitched, piping noise you’ve by now come to dread, not fancying the explosion it’s shortly after to be accompanied by; just as it comes, minho wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you up from the shattered pavement you had fallen limp on.

“as if you’re in place to call me miserable,” he sighs and runs away from the spot all while still carrying both his equipment and you. “look at yourself, I’m impressed you even have enough energy to complain so much.”

you remain silent, aware that you can’t deny it. the adrenaline rushing through your body is really the only thing keeping you awake despite you being in a fairly worse state than you had claimed minho to be in.

said one doesn’t slow down but occasionally steals glances at you and upon noting the exhaust slowly but surely taking over your features, he calls out, worry clear in his voice, “god damn it, y/n! keep your eyes open, you still have a full life left, right?”

though not all too pleased by it, minho takes the low hum escaping you as a valid answer and keeps running to the first possible shelter found. you eventually find yourself in a two story building, not in a particularly perfect state with the catastrophe of a final battle going on in the city but enough for shelter.

“minho?” hearing the energy gradually leaving your voice, minho bites his lip to stay relaxed and instead hums, waiting for you to go on. “how can you stay so calm?”

as he enters a bedroom and carefully places you down in the rightful bed inside, he answers simply, “if I show you I’m scared, you’ll start panicking even more, right?” slowly, he removes the heavy equipment from your body, showing you a small smile while wiping a wound on your cheekbone clean from blood. “I don’t really fancy that idea.”

the playful look in his face loosens into a soft one, lips curled up in a small smile and eyes warm, “make sure you get some rest, yeah?”

as soon as you hear this, your eyes widen and fear quickly fills you. tightly grabbing onto the hand now cupping your cheek, you question in a shake breath, “where are you going?”

“I have to find the rest of the team, it’s been a while since we were separated and I still can’t get in touch with them-”

a sharp pain settles itself in your abdomen when you hastily sit up in the bed but at that moment, you can’t seem to care any less about it and hold onto his shoulder instead. “w-wait, you’re just gonna leave me here?!”

minho lightly pushes your hand away and answers with clear confusion, “no, but we can’t just ditch the re-”

the conversation is cut short when the nth explosion erupts in the outside world, followed by a whole chain of more and you look out through the window, the city might as well be considered the hell on earth by now; the sight of dark smoke, fire and more and more buildings getting destroyed only adds to the lump of fear and anxiety in you. you look back at minho and with pleading, glossy eyes, you just barely manage say through your irregular breathing increasing at a ridiculously high pace,

“min, p-please, don’t leave me alone.”

he furrows his eyebrows, not understanding just how desperate you are for him to not find the rest of your friends, to the point where it almost sounds selfish. “what’s wrong with you? we have to find the guys to finish the ga-”

right then, just as he catches a sole tear escaping your eye, realization seems to sink down on him, features once again softening. it’s nothing about selfishness at all, nothing about wanting to ‘ditch’ the rest of your friends. it’s simply the fear and pain of losing the person most dear to you - him.

“y/n...” minho’s hand returns to your cheek, this time to tenderly wipe the corner of your eye dry and as he speaks, his voice is almost comforting even during the definition of war currently going on, “we’ve played this game so, so many times, baby. you already know I’m always right with you.”

eyes shutting close, you lean into the touch of his hand and whisper, “you know that’s a lie, minho; I hate this game so much, we play everything together with the other guys, beat the final stage every, damn, time but we never get a happy ending. that shit just doesn’t exist in this game and I can’t handle it anymore.”

just as your vent of panic comes to an end, your wristband suddenly starts beeping, two quick, disturbing tunes. even more confused, minho looks down at its screen only for his jaw to drop; out of your three hearts, only a half of the last one is still shining and instead of the bright red, it’s a purple.

with a mix of anger and his own panic, minho groans while scanning your body for any possible causes of it, “when the fuck did you get poisoned?!” before going on, he finally finds a dark patch on your upper arm, staining it with the same shade of purple as shown on the screen. “why did you never tell me?”

despite the sobbing you’ve broken out in in the middle of the chaos, you choke out, “wouldn’t matter, player drained it all.”

minho’s jaw clenches and while he himself stays quiet, his mind is screaming, trying to figure out how to solve the situation. reaching out to the sheets under you, he pulls off a strip and hurries to wrap it around your arm in hopes of the poison to not spread as fast anymore. “listen well, alright?” he begins as he ties a tight knot. “don’t move or you’ll only lose even more health points; I don’t care if there’s never a happy ending, I won’t have you dying on me before we’re even done here.”

“but-”

“I can’t have you getting scared either. I won’t be able to focus on the game if I know you’re scared,” minho interrupts. he cups your face, solid eyes locking with your own, words gentle as they’re uttered,

“look at me, y/n. don’t think of anything else, just look at me.”

though staying quiet, you do as told. you do as told, relishing in the warmth radiating from his hands, letting yourself relax at the sight of your boyfriend so close up even though he looks like mess on two legs. you do as told, only for one tear after another to build up in your eyes.

minho leans his forehead against yours. when he whispers, you notice that you’re not the only scared one here, the shakiness in it revealing more than enough. all that said, he still manages to say every word you both need to hear and trust.

“just a little more... I don’t care about a happy story, if the game’s going to end, I want it to end with you next to me so hang on just a little more.”

whether it’s the pain, exhaust from the poison or you simply finding a sense of calm for the first time in a good while, you don’t know but it nevertheless leads you to slowly give into unconsciousness.

the last thing you just barely manage catching is a feather-light kiss to your forehead and a tenderly spoken assurance,

“I’ll be back before you know it. I promise.”

who knows how long it’s been? probably no one, but long enough for the screen of your wristband to meet you with three now full, red hearts as soon as you wake up.

you stare at your hands curled up right in front of your face and even though your vision isn’t clear enough after sleeping, you can still make out how they’re free from bruises, wounds and dusts. furthermore, it’s quiet. uncomfortably quiet, purely because you’re not used to a sound clean from explosions and other rumbling noises. it confuses you for a second and you start wondering if there’s been a restart. however, realizing that you’re still in the same, unknown bedroom as before and remembering that you have yet to go through the ending of the game, you know it’s still not over.

barely daring to look away from your hands even the slightest bit, you think for yourself, “if it’s not over, what’s going o-”

“finally up, sleeping beauty?”

a sharp gasp emits from you as you hear this and within moments, you’re sitting back up in the bed. by the edge of it, he sits; the window invites the morning sun you haven’t seen in what feels like a lifetime, its light illuminating his face in gentle shade of orange; a smile graces his lips and even under strands of hair, the gleam in his eyes is clear, bright upon finally seeing your own open.

four seconds. that’s what it takes for you to process that, as unfamiliar as this scene is after playing the game so many times, it actually is minho sitting right next to you, in person, pure flesh and blood. four seconds is what it takes until you launch yourself at him, arms tightly wrapping around his neck, face digging into the crook of it.

you take a deep breath, inhaling the scent you’ve grown fond of after spending so much time with minho. when you don’t say anything, he asks, “don’t wanna know what happened?”

you shake your head. “I don’t care.”

an airy chuckle escapes minho. his arms wrap around your waist and hold you closer to him and while starting to explain anyway, he unconsciously starts swinging your bodies from side to side. “believe it or not, that stupid player unlocked the secret ending.”

though confused, you don’t bother moving the slightest bit while humming in confusion. he doesn’t either and instead continues, “turns out if you beat the game in critical mode and gather all trophies, you unlock the secret ending.”

“and... what exactly happens in the secret ending?”

“in the secret ending...” minho murmurs, “the whole team survives.” as if on cue, loud yelling and laughters can suddenly be heard outside the bedroom. you’re barely aware of it though as he pulls away, just enough to get a look of your face. “the city can rebuild again...” he momentarily glances to the side where the window shows an unusually peaceful view. you follow his gaze, though only until his index finger and thumb takes a hold of your chin, turning you back to face him. “and you and me...”

with the current being through and through unknown to you, you find yourself growing more nervous than ever. when his thumb just barely grazes your bottom lip, your breath hitches and hands drop down to his shoulders, tightly grabbing onto them.

the time minho spends on leaning closer feels painfully long and yet, you’re barely aware of exactly when the barely existent gap eventually is shut. his lips are soft against your own, slowly moving against them. the feeling of it alters between the one of featherlight, pure pecks and long, passionate kisses and you can swear it’ll drive you insane right there and then.

you don’t though. instead, you can only melt under the touch, the loving hold around you leaving you in a serenity in the finest sense of the word.

when you eventually part, minho’s hand travels upwards to tuck stray hair behind your ear as he looks at you with a smile bigger than you’ve ever seen on him,

“stay together.”

maybe, just maybe, this game isn’t so bad after all.

#stray kids #stray kids imagine #stray kids imagines #lee know #lee minho #bang chan #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #i.n #yang jeongin #angst #fluff

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gofor-faye · 4 years

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Five Times Kissed ; Isabel

( 1 ) @icy--isabel

“Then my mom told me that Louis Vanderbilt is going to be there!”

Faye had been excitedly babbling for at least an hour over the first ‘grown up’ party she was allowed to go to. Louis was a real life Prince Charming and one day she was going to marry him. By this point, Isabel had definitely lost interest which was fair but only made Faye abruptly pout, shaking her arm in protest.

“Is! I’m in the middle of telling you about my whole, entire life!” The look her bestie gave her prompted a dramatic gasp from Faye before she set about pulling her up to her feet. “You just have to visualize with me here. See- See, first, you lock eyes-,” Faye held onto Is’ shoulders pointedly, staring straight into her eyes which were decidedly sparkly. She could tell Isabel was on the brink of laughing and Faye had to fight off a smile herself. “Stop! Come on, this is super serious.”

“Fine. Then what happens?”

Faye beamed, tucking a blonde strand of hair behind Isabel’s ear, smiling knowingly. “Well, I’m glad you asked! Then, he says something like ‘ooh, Miss Valentine, you’re the most beautiful, amazing, fantabulous woman I have ever seen-,” by this point, there was definitely laughter- “And I would be honoured to have this dance. Then, most importantly, he’ll kiss your hand.”

Dramatically, she leaned down to land a loud ‘mwah’ on the back of Isabel’s hand, leaving behind pink, glossy sparkles.

“Thanks for that,” Isabel’d joked, waving her sticky hand in Faye’s face while she laughed and laughed, only stopping when Christian Cooper came bounding into the room, completely stealing Isabel’s attention.

It was fine.

( 2 )

Cheerleading was good for their image. Elena was cheer captain. Juliette Palmer made it look like they’d be angels flying through the air. Teen queens who only walked down the school hallways in slow motion. This was going to be good for them. That’s what Faye had repeatedly told Isabel (Quinn was super keen from the start, of course so Faye hadn’t bothered laying it on thick with her).

“What?”

“You look good,” Faye answered, staring far too much. Isabel must have assumed that she was shocked because Is’ new style didn’t exactly scream ‘glitter and pom-poms’. That wasn’t the reason why though; that Faye was staring. “It brings out the new hair.”

On the field, Isabel flew. Like an angel. Usually Faye watched Juliette Palmer religiously- the way she moved, the way she talked, the way she made people get the hell out of her way. She wanted to be just like her, truth be told. The queen bee. But now? Now she was watching Isabel.

When she caught her looking, her tummy did somersaults and she had to literally will herself not to blush. Instead, Faye’d blow her a kiss, or wave a pom-pom.

It was fine.

( 3 )

Faye is sure that Isabel thinks that she hates her. At least, sometimes. Or she’s sure that Isabel hates her. She doesn’t know how things got so complicated. Every time she wants to pick up the phone and call her, she doesn’t. Faye calls Quinn.

She hates this distance between them even though she’s responsible for it. Faye wants to stop, she wants to take everything back and try again. Maybe it was just high school. Maybe it was the rumours that Greg had hooked up with Is at the last party they’d been at.

It wasn’t true. Faye couldn’t stomach it being true. She wouldn’t say why though.

She turned onto her other side. Faye was in her bed surrounded by pillows and blankets, stuffed unicorns and a pink, fluffy diary she’d deny owning. Her face was lit up by her phone screen as she scrolled through her messages, not really reading them. This was so stupid.

There were a hundred things that Faye wanted to say to her.

There were a hundred things she was never going to say to her.

‘Sweet dreams xxxxxxx’, she text. Three kisses or more, it was the standard. It was...fine.

( 4 )

‘Con-grad-ulations’. That’s what was written on the banners, on the bears, on the cards and on everyone’s Instagram posts. High school was over. The end of an era... At least that’s what it felt like for Faye. She’d made it an overly important chapter in her life. She’d made mistakes, she’d made enemies and she doubted that all the prom queen titles in the world would make her ‘most missed’ or ‘most liked’.

It was over now though. It was so over.

“Faye! Come on, we need to get a picture of you and the girls!”

Her mom’s voice pulled her out off her slightly melancholic musings as she often did. Faye pulled on a grin, rushing over to where their parents had gathered, Isabel and Quinn waiting for her. They smiled, they posed, they wrapped their arms around each other and laughed. At the end of the day, at the end of even their pettiest of days, they were best friends.

Best friends forever.

“Love you,” she said, gripping much too tightly onto both of her Valentines. Much too tightly. In fact, when she pulled back, there were tears in her eyes. It was as if a new weight had settled in her chest, a sense of finality on her shoulders and she knew in her heart of hearts that wasn’t about high school.

“Oh my god, are you crying? You know I’m not going to kiss it better so. Suck it up, Montgomery.”

That made Faye smile, laugh even. Yup, everything was fine. So fine.

( 5 )

Faye Felicity Montgomery-Vanderbilt dusted the triple framed photoset from her wedding day for the fifth time in the same number of minutes. It’s not that everything had to be perfect but... Everything had to be perfect. She shined the silver frame one more time just for good measure. A fingertip hovered over the picture of Faye and her bridesmaids. Her sisters, of course and then Quinn. Quinn and Isabel.

Isabel Valentine.

She was beautiful, Isabel. If you looked through the candids from that day, you’d catch the way that Faye looked over at Isabel that day, smiling and happy and pining. Oh, pining. That’s what it was, that’s what it had been for a very long time and even now.

Even now.

In the perfect house, with the perfect husband, with the perfect life and she still wasn’t happy. In a way, she’d always expected it would turn out this way. She and Louis were a good match. Isabel was a best friend she saw less and less over the years. But not today. Today she was coming here. Faye could hardly stand the wait, hardly stand the idea of her let alone the real thing.

The doorbell rang. Faye stood up straighter, eyes wide for a moment before she managed to compose herself enough to head towards it to answer. She wondered if she was wearing the right dress, if her hair was too pompous or if her shade of lipstick was too dull. What was she going to say? How long was too long to have never said a thing?

“Hi, oh my gosh-,” Faye beamed, pulling Isabel in for a hug, pulling back to kiss her on the left cheek and then the right, and then she lingered. She lingered. She could have lingered there forever.

It was fine.

#meme: five times kissed #hihrp #isabel #askmeme #/for you :***

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mossnotes · 3 years

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17 questions for 17 people!

(tagged by @ox-blr)

hello! i’ve been mia from tumblr for a long time because, well, i’m losing interest and seeing studyblr content isn’t motivating me the way it used to? so, i’m gradually re-entering this space in a different, healthier way, so consider this a reintroduction!

nickname:

my name is carrie and i don’t really have a nickname? i used to get called caz or cazza (ew) a lot, and i recently made the connection that caz - or kaz - means i’m twinning with our good lord, kaz brekker hehehe. also for a while somebody called me pigeon (because of carrier pigeons, i guess?), so honestly if you want to call me pigeon go for it. it’s fun, at least.

height:

5′3″ or 5′4″, i think :(

zodiac:

aries sun, libra rising, capricorn moon !

hogwarts house:

slytherin !! (fun fact, i used to be a hufflepuff but changed to a slytherin within the same year, so, character development? or maybe, and more likely, villain/corruption arc? idk)

last thing i googled:

how to toggle between items on minecraft inventory bar (i finally got java after playing bedrock my whole life so it’s taking some adjusting :D)

song stuck in my head:

can you feel my heart - bmth (a tiktok of someone screaming it in the car came up on my fyp today and now that is ALL I WANT TO DO)

number of followers:

543 ! on my old account i got to 4k i think in the end? for some reason now, i can’t seem to gain followers and the ones i have aren’t very interactive :( i think maybe because tumblr seems to be like, dying out (finally?), especially studyblr. or maybe it’s me that’s getting bored of it and not being active enough for people to interact. hm.

hours of sleep:

nothing (except anxiety-induced insomnia on sunday nights) will get between me and my eight hours.

lucky number:

7. i’m not sure why. or maybe it’s just my favourite number. is there a difference?

dream job:

i don’t have a dream job because i don’t dream of labour in this capitalist hellscape working in a little bookshop sounds about as peaceful as retail work can get. i just want to sit on a stool behind the counter wearing my silly little granddad jumpers reading the books i was supposed to shelve. or, if my writing takes off, i want to be a rich elusive spinster living in the huge old house at the edge of my town, where i only ever appear in a long silk nightgown to deliver my latest manuscript bound in velvet ribbon to a gloved figure in the black car at the end of my drive.

aesthetic:

i’m such a sucker for dark academia, and dark or earthy tones. my tweed blazer is my most prized possession, even if i never get to wear it lol except for dramatic recitals of hamlet’s to be or not to be soliloquy. i’d love to be one of those people who wears pastel purple jumpers and strawberry dresses but, no.

wearing:

for all i just boasted about my dark academic adoration, i’m currently wearing trackies and my stepdad’s old help for heroes jumper, which i think i spilled tea on. (that was the most english sentence i’ve ever written bloody hell)

favourite song(s):

lover, please stay - nothing but thieves

itch - nothing but thieves

medicine - harry styles

electricity - arctic monkeys

despair in the departure lounge - arctic monkeys

lose it - oh wonder

(i really like am and nbt can you tell?!)

favourite instrument:

bass and electric guitar are so cool, i have an electric but i can’t play to save my life. also piano? if you play piano i am immediately infatuated with you.

favourite author(s):

donna tartt and v.e. schwab (also, mary shelley goes without saying)

favourite animal noise:

the little chirp my cat does when she wakes up and immediately wants to know where i am

random:

i lowkey hate studyblr just because of how glossy and amazing it is when studying literally never looks like that, and idk if it’s just me/my dash but as a mentally ill person it’s so hard seeing this constant productivity because most days i just do my online school (mostly from bed because i don’t have the energy or am just too uncomfortable at my desk because my room is on a tilt bc i live in a really old house and the desk is right on the tilt oop) and then i’m too shattered to study or do any extra. it blows my mind that there are people who study for like 8 or 10 hours a day with such insanely good self discipline... ah. idk that was a rant, studyblr used to be incredible for me and so motivating but i’ve really fallen out of love with it, so this blog might change direction a bit and go more writer/random/literature meme idk??? ily thank u for reading and sticking around w me mwah

tagssssss (it’s up to you if you do this or not, it’s just a bit of fun!!) @jasminesnotes @hyperchemblr @a-study-in-letters @eduardstudying @studylustre @studydiaryofamedstudent @studious-serpent @asteristudy @sonderstudy @cinnasbooks @soulmvtes @hannistudies @captainofstudies

i know that’s not 17 people but honestly, whoever sees this and wants to do this, feel free! u are the remaining tag slots :)

#17 questions for 17 people #studyblr #writeblr #ox-blr #tag games

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