#he's definitely wearing shirt garters

[sidetrek]

"He bothers you, too." "Don't be ridiculous."

#reanimator #re-animator #danbert #daniel cain #herbert west #sidetrek #right after this exchange happens the movie should have cut to them making out #herbert also killed a guy without his shirt coming untucked #he's definitely wearing shirt garters

[sanjifucker42069]

Looks Like Lingerie to Me - Sanji x Reader

Word count: 854

We gender-neutral and short af today boys. This is crack treated semi-seriously lmao, and an actual drabble. I love idiot!readers, there isn't enough rep for us dumbasses. This is written with OPLA!Sanji in mind bc I dig the super effective suave vibe

Suggestive, there's swearing, the word cock is used once. Brief description. (Ha! Brief!)

Let's be real...Sanji might wears shirt stays....and that's hot as fuck

It was midday when you found yourself outside the men's quarters. You had been lounging around on the upper deck when Usopp had asked you to grab a wrench he'd left in his room. Fair enough, you weren't doing anything, wouldn't hurt to help. And so you padded off, making your way to the bedroom. It was the middle of the day, no one should be in there. You'd passed Zoro napping against some bags, you could still hear Luffy. Sanji definitely had to be in his domain of the kitchen. Still, you offered a quick courteous knock as you flung open the door to the men's quarters, wandering into the space with no preamble.

"Sorry boys, I gotta grab Usopp's- Holy shit!"

Sanji's head shot up to stare at you, cheeks lightly pink. He was stooped over, pants pooling at his knees. Sure, his thick thighs were enticing, and his position stuck that gorgeous ass out at a delicious angle, but your eyes were fixated on the crossing fabric that adorned his upper legs. Was that…a garter belt? You felt lightheaded at the view before you. He looked delectable. The cook quirked an eyebrow at your staring.

"See something you like, love?" He drawled, sending you a cocky grin. Sanji felt his ego swell when you tripped over your words. Had you actually paid attention, you'd notice how his usual clothes were covered in flour, but you weren't exactly the most perceptive.

"I…thighs." You spoke dumbly, causing you to mentally smack yourself. "I mean, sorry. I didn't think anyone would be in here at this time." 

With great hardship, you tore your eyes away from the garment. It looked like a garter belt, had to be! You always knew Sanji liked fashion, and that he could be a pervert, but you didn't expect him to be unembarrassed at being caught wearing lingerie. As if they were possessed, your eyes trailed their way back to his thighs. The elastic was biting into his thigh meat, bulk deliciously spilling over the edges. Saliva flooded your mouth. What you wouldn't give to touch them. To bite them. Fuck what if you-

Wait. 

Sanji had said something.

"Wha?" 

Nice going idiot.

Sanji had abandoned his grip on the trousers, gracefully dropping them and stepping out of the puddle of fabric. Your breath hitched as he turned to you.

Abort mission! 

Fuck you didn't even look at his underwear. Shit, fuck, that…that was clearly the outline of his cock, a pair of grey boxer briefs doing a horrible job at hiding his silhouette. You were thankful that the length of his dress shirt covered the majority, or you'd be due a visit to chopper from fainting.

"I said can I help you, love?"

An awkward cackle escaped your throat and you blushed. Oh, he could help you alright. Instead, you opened your dumb mouth again.

"Is that…why are you wearing a garter belt?"

Sanji froze. An uncomfortable silence filled the room.

Oh shit! Oh fuck!

You opened your mouth to apologise when that bell-like laugh permeated the awkwardness. 

"What?" He laughed incredulously. "They are shirt stays."

Sanji felt his heart squeeze when you cocked your head confused. You really had no idea how cute you were, did you? Trying to be polite and stop laughing, he coughed into his fist.

"They keep my shirt tucked in sweet thing. Can't be looking unprofessional around you cuties." Sanji winked, smirking with satisfaction as your face grew redder. He expected an 'oh' or a 'sorry'. He certainly didn't expect a;

"I'd call having no pants but lingerie on unprofessional."

"You were the one who bust in here!" He argued. "And it's not lingerie!"

"Ah…sorry about that. I meant to grab a wrench Usopp left in here. I…uh…I should go."

"Mmhmm." 

You wandered stiffly to where Usopp slept, finding the tool with ease, and trying desperately to not look at the cook. Sanji watched you, amusement clear on his face at your robotic movements. Wasting no time, you rushed back to the door. 

"Oh, uh, Sanji?" The man hummed in response. "I, uh, I'm sorry for thinking you were wearing lingerie. Not! Not that there's anything wrong if you were, you'd look hot in it. I mean! I….uh…no, you'd definitely look hot in it. What was I saying?"

Silence. Sanji was staring at you with wide eyes, face now red from your comments. You clicked your fingers.

"Right, right! You should probably put some clothes on. Don't want you catching a cold ha ha." You forced out a robotic laugh. "Sorry again."

You slammed the door shut, leaving a confused and slightly aroused man in your wake. Sanji sighed, making his way back to his sleeping area to change into clean clothes. The door creaked back open. Sanji groaned quietly. Who now?

"You have to admit, they are kinda slutty though, right? Sorry! Bye again!"

You were gone before Sanji could even process your words properly. He groaned audibly this time, raking his hands down his face. He needed a fucking smoke. You were going to be the death of him.

#sanji x reader #one piece x reader #black leg sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #opla x reader #i scheduled this post baby it is 5am and i am fucking asLEEEEEP when this posts #okay so my formatting is doo doo ass bc i cant read very well? i have shitty vision lol so i prefer clear paragraphs #i also write everything on my phone like a monkey.

[yokohamapound]

Hi bestie! Great to find a new BSD blog! For starters, can we have some hcs on what kind of lingerie Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo, Akutagawa and Fyodor would buy their fem!s/o? ;)

Hey, I hope you enjoy these!

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Edogawa Ranpo, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Fyodor Dostoevsky

Warnings: NSFW, lingerie

Dazai Osamu

This man is what we like to call an omniwhore. If it's on your body, he's interested in getting it off and getting you off.

Dazai's stated himself that he has quite wide-ranging tastes, so it's highly likely he'll just buy you something you'd feel sexy in, but if he had completely free reign...?

His tastes are pretty classic. He'd probably go for something black, with lace. He likes how it feels, warmed by your skin, against his hands, his tongue...

That being said, you don't need to buy anything expensive to seduce him. You could be lounging around in one of his shirts and a pair of thigh-highs and that would count as lingerie to him.

Dazai is someone who likes seeing his s/o wear his clothes, especially in a dishevelled, just-got-fucked kind of way.

Nakahara Chuuya

Chuuya's favourite colours seem to be black and red, which isn't a surprise coming from anyone in the Port Mafia. Chuuya leans towards an edgy, femme/homme fatale style if he's choosing lingerie for his lover.

Think bustiers, garters, body harnesses, edging into bondage chic, I guess you could say. These are his tastes and you don't have to subscribe to them, but if you do he'll be shoving you into closets, back seats of cars, his personal office, the club bathroom. Pretty much anywhere he can get you alone and start ripping off buttons.

There's a certain part of your body, and anything that brings his attention to it is enough to get Chuuya raring to go.

Thighs.

Stockings are great, but those little harnesses or garters that go around your thigh get him bricked up like an 18th Century window.

If you're feeling cheeky, you can lift up the hem of a skirt or let him see the outline of it under your pants. Man is gripping the edge of the table.

"You're killin' me with these, dollface."

Edogawa Ranpo

You know those candy thongs?

Jokes aside, I feel like Ranpo doesn't buy you straight-up lingerie as much as he occasionally grabs a little costume for you. Straight-up sex is probably kinda boring, even if it feels good, so why not have some fun with roleplay?

You could be a cute little nurse and he's the world's greatest detective.

Or you're a cute little maid, and he's the world's greatest detective!

These aren't cheap costumes, though—he'll get you some nice, high quality stuff and not those itchy, shiny polyester things from Shein.

If he does buy you underwear, it has cute prints and colours. I feel like he likes stripes, pastel ones. Pinks and blues and soft yellows, because it lowkey reminds him of candy wrappers.

However, one time he did just bring you a bag from the grocery store.

"Ranpo, why is there a can of whipped cream?"

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

Okay, do not send Akutagawa into a lingerie store because he will panic and he will destroy the store with Rashoumon. At first he will be highly dismissive of buying you underwear—are you not capable of buying it yourself?

Give him time to come around to the idea that he can choose what he sees on your body, the intimate garments that are going to hug your skin under your clothes, for his eyes only. Then he gets it.

Akutagawa's taste definitely runs to dark fabrics: deep burgundies, black, of course, deep purples and emerald greens if he's branching out a bit. Lace and frills, but also a touch of leather and metal. You can't take the Port Mafia out of the boy, after all.

I don't know if this is a Port Mafia-induced kink but he also likes body harnesses. The straps against your skin, especially if they're cinched a little tight against your soft flesh, remind him of when he binds you in Rashoumon and spreads you out underneath him.

This works with normal outfits too, actually. If you wear something floaty with a body harness underneath, and he sees it? Especially when you're out in public or on the job?

There's gonna be a whole different kind of screaming coming from that dark alleyway.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

I'm hardly original in thinking this, but Fyodor would strikes me as the type to lean toward something clean, pure. Angelic, one might say.

White is very common, especially delicate fabrics like lace and silk. Fyodor likes to get his cold hands on you, to feel you shiver at his touch, and the contrast between warm, soft skin and cool, slippery silk pleases him.

The sight of your legs sheathed in pretty white stockings, lace clinging precariously to your upper thighs—that's a temptation he struggles to resist, especially when you sit on his lap. He's a stocking man and will ensure you always have plenty in your drawer.

Little babydoll nightdresses too, usually delicate and translucent.

Oh, and blindfolds.

He also has a lovely collection of pretty silk ropes to tie you up in.

#yokohama pound #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #Dazai Osamu #Nakahara Chuuya #Edogawa Ranpo #Akutagawa Ryuunosuke #Fyodor Dostoevsky #Dazai x Reader #Chuuya x Reader #Ranpo x Reader #Akutagawa x Reader #Fyodor x Reader #bsd smut #I got to look at pretty pictures of lingerie for this so thanks anon

[matrixbearer2024]

✨Velvette forcing Vox to wear lingerie under his clothes right before he’s about to meet up with the reader✨

Actor AU: Character Clothing

Velvette: "Ohhhh she WOULD. The bitch definitely would, especially when she'd guess he's about to get laid-"

(Y/N): *Clapping to punctuate every word* "👏 WE 👏 NEED 👏 THIS 👏 TO 👏 BE 👏 CANON!"

Vox: *Busy laughing his ass off*

Alastor: "I don't know if it's related- but part of the costumes for my character, and I think for Vox and Lucifer's too- are those garter belt things that hold your dress shirt down and the ones that hold your socks up." *On the verge of going into a laughing fit*

Anthony(Angel Dust): "Oh shit? Wait those are slutty as hell!"

Alastor: "Without the pants? Oh they absolutely are."

Lucifer: "So we're turning shirt holders sexy now?"

Vox: *Literally on the floor from laughing too hard*

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel #vox #get off my screen series #hazbin hotel vox #vox x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox #hazbin vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #actor au

[noirvette]

main 3 + butters! seeing reader in lingerie for the first time!!

first time doing headcanons and a scenario 😋 also i apologize in advance if this is bad, i've written nsfw only ONCE before and hated it so much that i never finished it BAHAHA

cws: nsfw, but nothing too explicit Aged up characters! (College au, early 20s)

♡ STAN MARSH

Thinks he died and went to heaven for a second in all honesty. Like he could not believe you standing in front of him wearing lingerie.

He saw you with it on and had to process what he was seeing, definitely stuttering as he finds the words to say

He's rocking with it though, 100%. Has always had a small thing for lingerie but didn't exactly know how to bring it up so he just never said anything lol

Stan seems to me as a more of a red satin kind of guy, simple sets work for him

Doesn't want to tear it or anything, when taking it off of you he's rather careful, more so into savoring the moment of seeing you in lingerie (and eventually you out of it).

Whether its false bravado or not, he gets over his initial shock rather quickly

"You okay? Babe?" Stan calls out, sitting on the side of your bed tapping his fingers against the frame.

"Yeah sorry, coming out now," You respond, walking out of the bathroom, covered in a simple red satin lingerie set, "you like?"

"Holy shi-, wow you look good. Damn." Stan stutters out, taking you and your outfit in, "you, uh, you didn't have to do this you know. I'm- I'm, not saying you look bad, holy shit you look so good-"

"I know I didn't have to," You giggle, a blush covering your face, walking closer to him before sitting on his lap, "but I wanted this to be special, you know for our first time. I wanted to look good for you."

Stan licks his lips, reaching to kiss and bite at your neck as his hands grip your sides before they slowly make a descent down to your hips. "Well, you always look good, doesn't matter what you got on." His fingers tug at the waistband of the underwear, "but fuck, this is so hot."

♡ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

Doesn't know what to do and he doesn't know what to say either

Definitely whines/quietly whimpers at seeing you in lingerie though

He'd be a fan of dark green lace or floral sets

Another one to be careful with taking it off of you, but its because he's so nervous

Finds the concept of lingerie initially dorky until he sees you in it and now he understands the appeal.

He is so cute bro, he has the biggest blush covering his face and he stutters and he can't make eye contact (kicking my feet and giggling as I write this about him rn), definitely repeats words and phrases as his brain is trying to think of what to say next

Kyle covers his mouth, embarrassed at the whimper that leaves him as you lift up your shirt, revealing the dark green lingerie underneath. You feel him getting even harder underneath you and you slowly roll your hips against his. Kyle quickly grabs onto your hips hard and shakily moans, hands gripping you firmly.

"Baby, baby, baby.." Kyle whines out as he stares at how well the dark green compliments your body. "Mhmm," you hum, "what is it?"

"You look so good, so good.." He looks so dazed as his eyes constantly dart over your body. Kyle is absolutely smitten with the way the lingerie sits on you.

"You like it huh?" You whisper as your bring your hand to his face, cupping his cheek. He nervously swallows and turns his head to press a kiss into your hand, before gently biting a finger while looking up at you.

Turning his head back to face you, he whimpers out a "god yes," as his hips buck up up into you, drawing a small moan out of you, "so so much."

♡ KENNY MCCORMICK

There is one singular phrase going through his head when he sees what you got on and it's "fuck me"

He's so unbelievably hard in like 2 seconds that it's alarming

He's a fan of sheer brighter colors and garters, but really any lingerie set looks good and he's really fine with anything you're putting on.

He'll rip the fabric off of you, he doesn't really care if you make a noise of complaint, he's too invested in getting him in you and making you feel good.

He'll make it up to you later by managing to get you another set later. (That he rips off you anyhow, it's a never ending cycle)

Would love to receive pictures of you in various lingerie sets. So after this whole thing of surprising him by wearing it for the first time, he'll want pictures of you from now on.

"Fuck y/n," Kenny groans, bucking himself against you, "you look so pretty. My pretty baby." His hands wander over your body, feeling the thin material and your skin causing him to become impatient.

Kenny leans forward to suck at your neck, causing you to let out small moans. "I need, need, this off of you. Now." Before you're able to say anything, he tugs at the top half a bit too roughly, ripping the thin material into halves.

"Kenny!" You exclaim, shock and annoyance evident in your tone.

Kenny stops briefly and he lets out a small laugh before kissing you, "I'm sorry hun, can't wait. Need you now. Gotta make you feel good."

You huff, "This was a bit pricey, Ken. How are you gonna make this one up?"

He snorts, before flipping you over and situating you so his face is pressed between your thighs, "Oh I'll make it up to you baby, and then some, promise."

♡ BUTTERS STOTCH

Another blushy and nervous wreck to see you in lingerie.

I feel he'd LOVE white sets, design doesn't matter, but there's something about wearing white in his eyes that just.. gets him going yk?

He definitely has a battle with himself on where to place his hands. Do you want them on your waist, hips, do you want to hold hands? What if he rips the fabric?

Stutters out compliments. Compliments you the whole time actually, his eyes nervously watch your every movement

He loves if you brush your body still clad with the lingerie against his bare skin. The feeling of technical skin contact but thin material between you two has got him in a chokehold for some reason

Calls you his angel because of the white lingerie and how beautiful/ethereal you look to him right now

Butters believes this is how he dies, underneath you, clad in a sheer white lingerie set. You slowly drag your fingers against his skin and he finds himself without a single complaint as to how he would be dying. He finds himself without many thoughts actually and the ones he does have are just about you.

"Oh god angel," Butters shudders, his brain turning into mush at the feeling of your body against his. His hands hovering just above your thighs, as he nervously thumbs at the material draped over them.

You giggle at his behavior, "you can touch me, you know?"

"O-oh, I know honey, but, you.. you just look so gosh darn gorgeous and..." he trails off, adams apple bobbing as your drag your hands along his waist. "..and what, Butters..?" You whisper against his ear.

His hands grip your thighs and bites his lip. "I want you.. please honey, my angel." He shifts underneath you, hoping you catch the hint and quit teasing him.

#stan marsh #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #butters stotch #south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh headcanons #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski headcanons #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick headcanons #butters stotch x reader #butters stotch headcanons

[koinotame]

boob windows. that's it that's the fic

word count: 1.1K content warnings: this is meant to be yandere au and sagau/self aware au so uh. hint of that, but mostly just crack. nothing Super Nsfw but the whole thing is raunchy and suggestive humour

characters included: mostly ei, but childe, kaeya and briefly zhongli also make an appearance with some others mentioned

a/n: this is a repost (slightly edited)! this was on my to-edit-&-repost list for a while now and this seemed like a good day to do so lol. alas this was originally written before the sumeru release so while editing there wasn't really an opportunity for me to add in wriothesley apparently out-butting zhongli or lyney's tigh high garters and i only just realised kaveh could technically also count here so uh. forgive me. i'll write something for them some day

"is… is everything alright, your grace?"

you loudly suck up another boba pearl, not moving your gaze from where it’s been lodged the past several minutes. "mm, everything’s fine."

ei fidgets in front of you, the cup held tightly in her hands still almost full. she looks unsure, but decides that she knows better than to question you. "if you say so."

it’s clear this isn’t what she had in mind when she personally came to see you instead of sending the raiden shōgun to greet and attend to you. the one time she comes out of her plane, all you’re seemingly doing is ignoring all table manners and gawking at her chest.

yes, that’s right, you’re ogling her chest. or, more accurately, you’re ogling her tiddy window.

between her and kaeya, she’s showing off much more chest. but then kaeya knows what he’s doing, while ei just seems to have it there for convenience over aesthetic…

you squint at her while you get lost in thoughts, and ei’s fidgeting intensifies.

ah shit. you forgot about itto. he wins in terms of who shows off their chest the most, you guess. he’s even wearing that… you’re not sure what to call it but tit belt fits well enough. anyway, the tit belt accentuates his pecs very, very nicely, although they do hide his nips from sight. alas.

you suppose gorou and cyno also exist, but they don’t have the same appeal. oh, and navia and la signora, but both of them are just wearing a sleeveless, collarless dress, so you’re not sure that counts either.

but then by that argument, does itto count? he’s not even wearing a shirt. cyno isn’t wearing a shirt either. and what gorou has is more of a tummy window than anything… but he does have that little window?

between gorou and childe, gorou is definitely winning though. you’d apologise for slandering your poor ajax but between the little triangle he shows off and gorou’s entire tummy out… you’re not sorry. though… there’s something to be said about a small slither of skin inviting you to stick your hands into that gorou having his whole tummy out doesn’t have.

wait, wait. you just had a genius idea. actually, two.

first of all, zhongli with a tiddy window… you are considering. then again, you guess his biggest asset is his bubble butt.

second, and way bigger: an idol group with some of your characters… but they all have tiddy windows.

"…your grace?"

you’re brought out of your stupor by ei, who is gazing in concern at you. you blink at her.

she struggles to find words. "are… are you sure everything is alright? is something not to your liking?"

it’s then that you realise you’ve started drooling at some point. shit.

you hurriedly wipe at it and clear your throat. "yeah, I’m sure. sorry, were you saying anything?"

she looks taken aback. "no, please don’t apologise. I should be the one to… I shouldn’t have interrupted your thinking."

it’s then that childe happens to walk by, and, like the attention hog he is, tries to get a foot into the conversation. you stay mostly unresponsive while the two chat (which seems to be mostly childe trying to hold a conversation with you while ei admonishes him), your eyes drifting back to ei’s tiddy window.

you really could stare at that for the rest of your life.

childe then follows your line of sight and chokes.

…though more because of him trying to laugh while choking on the dango he was eating than embarrassment at having caught onto your very appropriate thoughts.

ei looks confused but makes no move to help him other than pushing his head away from the table so he doesn’t make a mess. you honestly can’t bring yourself to be embarrassed.

he finally manages to swallow properly (you almost want to pat him on the back and praise him for swallowing like a good boy) before turning to you.

"do you want me to strip? my chest looks much nicer, I assure you."

you and ei stare at him.

he raises his eyebrows, pointing at her. "her skin looks way too soft and pampered." she looks almost offended. "mine’s covered in scars and I have actual muscles, doesn’t that feel much better for fondling?"

"what if…" you lean closer to him mischievously, like you’re about to tell him some big secret. "I prefer soft chests?"

he deflates. ei flushes, ducking her head into her still-near-full cup of bubble tea. "well, if that’s what you prefer… I can’t get rid of the scars, but I can stop working out. hmm…" he looks like he’s starting to make serious plans.

"no, I honestly don’t really care. all tiddy is good tiddy." you clap your hands. "anyway! it’s more about the boob window. you already have a (sad) tummy window, so it wouldn’t work."

"why not? wouldn’t that be double the sexy?"

"no, it cancels out."

you’re going to ignore whatever gorou has going on, because that works pretty well.

ei looks unfathomably lost.

"and anyway, if we’re talking about tummy windows, gorou wins."

he deflates further.

then he perks up.

"what about…" he brings his fingers to his face. you think it’s an attempt at looking cool. "butt window?"

you deadpan. "have fun getting arrested for public indecency."

he winks at you. "I wouldn’t mind getting arrested if you’re the one punishing me."

you have to physically hold the electro archon back.

"why, I wasn’t expecting to run into any of you here. what are you three up to?" kaeya’s voice cuts through ei’s snarls all of a sudden. he seems amused, but there’s an edge in the way he eyes childe.

"I am definitely sexier than any archon or soldier," childe says at the exact same time that you say "we’re discussing tiddy windows."

kaeya lets out something between a snort and a chuckle. it’s a pretty sound, but you can’t let yourself be distracted by him. he knows what he’s doing.

"oh? in that department, don’t I win?"

you stare intently at his.

"do you want to touch?"

you move your stare to his face. "am I allowed to?"

he smiles, mirth in his eye. "you needn’t ask. all of me belongs to you, and that includes my chest."

you seriously consider it and childe takes the opportunity to shove himself between the two of you.

"wait, wait! I offered first! ignore him, I’m right here!" "your grace," ei cuts in, "if you’d like to, I don’t mind you touching any part of me."

"ugh, fine, fine! I’ll just sample all of you then. if you’re sure you’re okay with it."

zhongli, somehow, picks the absolute worst moment to walk in.

the look on his face is priceless (you can’t tell if he looks offended or jealous), but even that doesn’t compare to the feeling of soft tiddy in your hands.

you were right, tiddy windows really are the best.

#yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #self aware au #self aware genshin #not sfw #lime #realistically ei probably WOULD have muscles (if not more than him) but. 1. none of the nonhuman characters in this game look like #they have an appropriate amount of muscle #and 2. the shogun is a puppet that presumably doesn't have actual muscles in the same sense as humans do in the first place. so. #i THINK this was supposed to take place in your teapot (hence why everyone is there despite logistics) but imagine whatever you want

[the-demonus-aunt]

Seeing people talk about wearing the boys' clothes and how cute they'd find it when you drown in them bc they're too big for you.

And oh, they definitely would. But I also wanna give some love to the tall and/or plus size MCs (GN):

You secretly trying on one of their shirts and being disappointed when you notice it fits you just right - or not at all

Them asking you to wear their clothes and you abashedly (or confidently, whatever suits you) admitting they just don't fit the way you think they're supposed to

The brothers, who really really really want to see you in something that belongs to them, finding ways to still have you wear their stuff

Lending you scarfs and jewellery and other things that don't necessarily have a size restriction

Them wearing YOUR clothes until they smell like them and then giving them back to you

The brothers buying oversized clothes on purpose, just to see you wearing something that's theirs

Finding ways to make their favourite pieces fit - like yeah, maybe you can't close Lucifer's coat over your belly, but you CAN drape it over your shoulders? It's what he does, too, anyway? Maybe Satan's sweater doesn't sit right on you, but you can always tie it around your hips to complete an outfit. Yeah, Asmo's garter is too short for your thigh, but it sure makes a gorgeous choker, lamb.

The brothers just unapologetically making you theirs by placing anything on you that smells or looks like it belongs to them.

#obey me #obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date? #obey me headcanons #obey me brothers #obey me sfw #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me plus size #plus size reader #obey me mc #obey me nb

[jooillusion]

what do the members think about lingerie?😼

ot6 + lingerie <3

warnings: lingerie duh, sexual themes, implied insecurity in jungsus

꩜ G. GUNIL

I feel like gunil definitely likes lingerie. no love. no like. lovelike smth like that!

sex with him is already filled with praises of how pretty you look so just imagine that x100

stunned. like SPEECHLESS stunned

touches all over your body, his hands savoring the feel of the material

“you really did all of this for me?” UGH YES I DID ☝️

“lets see if it can last long enough” and by that he means he’ll definitely fuck you through the panties of the delicate lace, most likely ruining them along the way

corsets are his personal favorite

buys you a lot more after but maybe 3/15 pairs last :,)

꩜ K. JUNGSU

this boy right here is a FEEEEN

it took you a while to get comfortable around him, him seeing you naked a solid five times during sex

so imagine his “:o” face when he pulls your shorts down to expose the lace. it’s like a kid opening a present because he’s now EXCITED

“can i see the rest?” HELL YEAH

wastes no time pulling that dick out and getting into the business

thong lover jungsu

they’re easy to pull to the side heh (he ripped a few from pulling too hard)

fucks you in all colors except his favorite (so he won’t ruin it lols)

꩜ K. JISEOK

he LIKES it. HEAR ME OUT

when he came home tired from work and saw you in a set he suddenly didn’t feel tired anymore

dick goes from 100 to 1000 when he first saw you in it

definitely the type to say “it’d look better on the floor.”

would rather see you naked so he’s eagerly pulling it off

his favorites are the gowns of course

he loves to lift it up and and fuck you OPEN.

when you’re cuddle fucking he grinds himself onto the material before pulling them to the side

꩜ O. SEUNGMIN

loves loves LOVES it

you’re both big on fashion so the sight of you in lingerie nearly KILLS him

“you look so pretty baby” as he’s kissing down your neck UGH A NEED

loves bodysuits

the way the designs of the lace decorate your body turns him on

sometimes you’d show off to him as he leans back on the couch and watches

wardrobe is full of all shades of purple

“hmm seungmin what should I get?” boom the whole website is on your list

꩜ H. HYEONGJUN

a FANNN

likes to watch you try it on and you let him pick his favorite ones (all of them)

“do a spin for me baby” ANYTHING U SAY HYEONGJUN

can’t bring himself to rip off the material off so he just pulls it down

LOVESSS the thigh garter + belt combo

his favorite thing to do is pull onto them when you’re bent over in front of him

dressing up to tease him so that the lacy bra peeks from under your shirt

uses them to jerk off when he misses you a little too much :,)

꩜ L. JOOYEON

tried it once now he’s hooked

he found out about it on accident, your skirt lifting up and exposing the lace underneath

“oh, what’s this?” —famous last words

crotchless panties.

easier access + loves watching it go in and out :,)

has way too many pictures of you in lingerie on his phone

you wear it under his hoodies so when he pulls it up he’s ready to ravish

likes to lick your cunt through the lace to tease you

please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.

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[madlittlecriminal]

yea after reading that you needed request and soooo yea i wanted to request something

SIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR kink with ceo!miguel x his employe (fem reader)

PLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS AND THANK UUUUUUUUUUU

Say That Again ⥓ CEO!Miguel O'Hara × PA!Female!Reader

i hope you like it anon!

Warnings: mention of miles, lyla and jess, smut, unprotected p in v, praise, desk sex

He didn't quite listen to what you were saying if he was being honest. You were going off about a lunch meeting tomorrow with Jess and Lyla about tech. You lost him when you uttered the three-letter word that drove him absolutely insane. He had a sir kink, but he wasn't one to advertise it. Then you, his personal assistant, came walking in with the meeting plans, but said 'sir' after you informed who would attend aside from him, Jess and Lyla. "Sorry to interrupt you, but can you backtrack for a moment?" You paused and looked up at him from your tablet that was given to you by the company.

"What did you say?" You looked back down at the tablet and then back at him. "About the new tech you wanted to present?" He shook his head. "Before that." You furrowed your brows. "Are you talking about when I called you 'sir,' boss?" He nodded as he felt his cock twitch in his pants. "You're the only one who's called me that in this building." You raise a brow. "I could've sworn I heard the new intern, Miles, call you that yesterday." He shrugged. "If he did, I didn't hear him." He admits before getting up from his chair and walking over to you. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you look up at him.

"Sir..." Miguel takes a deep breath as his eyes search your face. "You feel it too, don't you?" You gulp. "I mean, I know it's inappropriate to have a crush on your boss, but yes. I feel it too." He smirked and shrugged. "I mean, I personally don't think it's inappropriate if the feelings are reciprocated, but if you don't want to do anything or be anything, we don't have to." You place the tablet down and reach over to touch his wrists. "I want you, sir." He groaned before bringing you to his desk and placing you on it with ease.

"God, I love hearing you say that." You giggle before his lips meet your neck, kissing and licking it, his hands rubbing your thighs. You moan softly, enjoying the feeling he was giving you as your fingers tangled through his hair, while you tilt your head to the side to give him more access. He chuckled before bringing his hands to your shirt and unbuttoning it. Your free hand tugs on his tie making his eyes meet your as he removes your shirt and trailing kisses across your chest. You moaned, throwing your head back in pleasure. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this, but now, you came in here, calling me that without a care in the world...fuck."

"Sir," Miguel growled with a nod. "Exactly." He lifted your pencil skirt and moaned at the sight of the straps from the garter belt. "Is this what you always wear to work?" You shrug with a smile. "Not the same one," he shook his head with a smirk. "Me vas a volver loco, bonita." (You're going to drive me crazy, beautiful.) You giggle before his lips meet yours again, his tongue sliding him your mouth as you undo his tie. He helps you unbutton his shirt before he takes it off and your hands quickly travel to his chest. "Who knew my boss was this fit." You spoke against his lips causing him to chuckle. "No, you knew all long. Don't act like you weren't curious."

You bite your lip as you run your fingers across his pecs with a nod. "Yeah, I was definitely curious, sir." He undid his pants, sliding them down and letting his cock spring free as he moved your soaked panties to the side. "You're lucky we don't have to leave with everyone else because the more you call me that, the more time we'll spend in this office." You spread your legs on the desk with a nod. "I wouldn't mind that, sir." He slides his cock in your entrance, the both of you moaning in unison. "My god, when was the last time you had someone inside you? You're so tight!" Your legs wrapped around his waist. "That doesn't matter. What matters is no one was as big as you."

He smirks before beginning to thrust into you. "You're mine now. All mine." You moan as you grip his biceps. "All yours, sir." He growled as his thrusts speed up a bit. Your fingers began digging into his biceps as you throw your head back in pleasure. "So fucking perfect f'me, baby." He muttered against your shoulder before nibbling it gently which was a huge contrast from how he as now pounding into your pussy. His name was leaving your lips like a prayer as you felt how deep he was. Miguel was practically panting as he continued pounding into you. "So wet, so tight. God, I want to stay here forever."

Miguel's thumb went to your clit and began rubbing circles on it as he looked at you with hooded eyes. "I want you to cum, baby. Want you to cum on my cock." You let out a cry of pleasure as you clench around him. One of your hands leave his bicep and to his hair, tugging on it as your eyes rolled back. His lips met yours again, tongue darting into your mouth as he continued trusting into you and rubbing your clit. You whimper slightly as you felt your thighs begin to shake. "That's right, my good girl. Cum f'me." His words were the last straw as you came hard. "Oh fuck!" His thrusts grew sloppy as he then reached his climax, finishing inside of you.

After you both caught your breaths, he rested his forehead against yours with a small smile. "From now on, only you can call me sir. ¿Vale?" (Okay?) You smile back. "And what if people get suspicious?" He shrugs. "As long as they know you're not available, I don't care." You giggle. "And you?" He tilts his head to the side. "Me? People can keep trying, but they never succeeded. You're mine and I'm yours." You nodded. "Yes sir." He hums softly while biting his lip, his cock twitching inside of you. "You're playing a dangerous game right now, gorgeous." You lay on the desk while looking up at him. "I know, sir."

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara smut #miguel ohara #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #marvel #mcu #asks #marvel universe #ask #anonymous #anon asks #anonymous asks #spider man 2099 #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 x y/n

[muldermuse]

Hallöchen!

Will it be okay for you to write a nsfw sequel to “reader gets jealous of Fox’s new coworker” headcanon? That ending was perfection 🤌🏼

PS Love love love your writing and can’t wait for spooky season fics 💗

the fact that i will never get to make out with Fox Mulder in his dingy basement </3333

nsfw belowwwwwww

(also this is the hc that was referenced in the ask!!! i love u all tysm for sending things through)

Fox had been working a new case, Scully was off so he had this new agent with him…and god, she was gorgeous. A bright smile, beautifully styled hair and her shirt and skirt combo was pressed within an inch of it’s life. She was called Amber and yes, she was gorgeous- she was also rude. A rude person. A rude person who was currently staring at your fiancee like he was a slice of cake.

You brought her and Fox a coffee (you’d learned from your interactions with Agent Wilson), Fox smiled and thanked you as he took a sip of his usual flat white. Amber didn’t take a sip, she politely smiled but did not make eye contact with you. She didn’t thank you. A lot of these things may sound petty but in this moment; you decided you had to do something. 

You manage to leave your desk early so you can be there for when Fox and Amber are leaving the basement. She confirms with a wink that she’ll be there for 9am sharp and Fox politely agrees with a smile as he wraps you into his arms and asks you about your day. You do not miss the way Amber’s eyes track your body up and down before she leaves. You can practically smell the jealousy coming off her body.

To be honest, it kinda makes you feel primal. He’s your fiancee, you wear your engagement ring every day, Fox’s desk has two framed pictures of you and Amber definitely knows about your relationship. So, even though you have already made your relationship clear to one co-worker, you realise you need to go nuclear with this one. 

***

The plan starts in the morning, whilst Fox is showering and brushing his teeth, you apply your dewy make up and put his favourite lipstick on. You time it perfectly to ensure that when Fox is leaving the shower (with a towel hanging loosely around his waist) he sees you bent over your vanity in your garter and suspenders. Fox has never been shy about how much he loves them, when he goes down on you he asks if you can put just them on with no underwear so he can feel the nylon of the tights pressed against his ears. You clock his expression in the mirror as he realises how you’re dressed. Before he can see your smirking reflection in the mirror, his naked body is pressed against you.

“Baby, you can’t do this- we have to go to work” He presses slow kisses to the back of your neck as you continue to dab on your lipstick “How am I supposed to work knowing you’ve got this on all day”.

You know the plan is stupid. Really stupid and like something from an awful porno- but as Fox slept soundly last night, you ran through the plan in your head and you’re fully committed to it.

You run your hands through his damp hair and press your chest close to his; feeling his heart rate accelerating with the skin to skin contact. You move your hands down to his waist and run your fingers lightly over his towelled waist.

“I’m not sure baby…you’re just going to have to try really really hard” You softly bite his neck and push his towel down, your hand passes gently over his hard dick. He moans into the touch and kisses you deeply. You make eye contact with a smirk.

“I need to get to the office early today so you’ve got 5 minutes” You press a quick kiss to his lips as you scamper off. Fully aware of how great your ass looks with the garter and suspenders. You know you have Fox wrapped around your finger at this point.

Fox drives to the office and the tension is high, he keeps his hand on your thigh throughout the drive and keeps rubbing his thumb higher and higher. You can’t help as you move in your seat and moan softly into his touch. As he parks up, he kisses you and gently slips his tongue into your mouth. He goes to open his door but before he can leave, you kiss the side of his face and whisper into his ear that you forgot to put panties on this morning. Fox looks at you dumbstruck as you exit the car and head to the elevator to take you to the basement.

***

All this planning had lead to the moment that Amber walks in. You’re obviously not fucking over Fox’s desk (although it was highly tempting, it was also a lil bit unprofessional) but to be honest, the scene she walks into is just as intimate. Fox’s shirt and your skirt have been thrown onto the ground as you straddled him on his office chair. You were pressing deep kisses to his neck and feeling his moans leave his mouth. He has one hand grabbing your ass and the other one tangled in your hair to push you deeper into his neck. 

It’s highly compromising.

It’s private.

It’s fucking perfect.  

You know it’s Amber by the gasp and the sound of two disposable coffees being dropped on the floor in shock. “Oh my god-Fox I’ll give you a minute”. The door quickly slams shut as Fox kisses you in apology. 

“Fuck baby, I’m so sorry…I knew she was coming in early just…time got away from me I suppose” He grabs your skirt from the floor and throws it at you, both of you trying to hold back giggling as you quickly dress in an attempt to look professional- despite what you’ve both just been caught doing. 

Fox pulls you into a kiss before he goes to sit down, he goes to wipe the smudged eye make up from your under eye but you stop him before he gets chance. The smirk on your lips seemingly reveals your sordid plan. Fox smirks back at you, he pulls you into a deep kiss as he grabs your ass with both hands, he murmurs against your lips “Pretty good revenge plan baby”.

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[drewsbuzzcut]

June being super drunk at a party and Nick is trying to get her so they can go home but she’s super drunk she’s telling him her boyfriend is a hockey player and can fight and is super possessive of her. She doesn’t realize Nick is actually her boyfriend.

Halloweekend Night 3

nick moldenhauer x dallas blankenburg

a so it goes fic

warnings: mentions sex, alcohol consumption, being drunk, and I think that’s all

Dallas is drunk. She isn’t supposed to be, being that she is wearing brand new lingerie under the jersey she’s borrowing from Nick for her costume. Nick so graciously requested Dallas to dress as a puck bunny for the third Halloween party of the weekend, he’d be himself, a hockey player. Now, she’s dancing on Nick as he’s sitting. Her hands planted on the tops of his shoulder pads as her hips swayed in his face. Her bunny ears are crooked on her head and her Michigan blue garter is peeking out from underneath the large maize jersey. Moldenhauer sitting pretty on her upper back.

She leans down, her hands running through his hair, pulls his head back and places a bruising kiss on his lips. Nick is very tempted to let his hands go up underneath the jersey she’s wearing. His jersey that his girlfriend is wearing. He’s definitely not going to be able to pull on that jersey on game days without thinking of the way it swallows her body. However, he must keep her as modest as she can possibly be despite her costume. He wasn’t going to let anyone see her the way he always sees her.

“I think we should go home,” she says into the kiss, her lips still moving against his.

“Whatever you want, babe,” he reminds her.

“I have to use the bathroom first. Be right back. Don’t leave without me,” she mutters, pulling herself away from him.

“I’d never leave without you,” he states honestly.

After about 10 minutes, Nick starts to worry when Dallas doesn’t return. It isn’t until the commotion coming from the kitchen pulls his attention, seeing his girl shotgunning a beer as everybody cheers her on.

“There you are,” Nick says, coming up behind her to bring her into a hug.

She quickly pulls away and casts a glare at him, dodging him as she leaves him behind in the kitchen.

“June!” He shouts, turning to go after her.

“Don’t call me that. My boyfriend is around here somewhere. He’s a hockey player and he’ll kick your ass. I’m his girl and only he can call me that,” she hisses, tugging at his jersey that she’s wearing while a frown graces her features.

“June-“ he’s once again cut off by the girl warning him about her boyfriend beating him up for calling her that name. He’s still confused.

“I’m your boyfriend, Nick, ring any bells?” He says, amused at the many facial expressions that pass over her face. There’s confusion, more confusion, some contemplation, then annoyance.

“You’re not my boyfriend. If my boyfriend knew you were acting like my boyfriend, he’d beat you up. Yeah, he’s strong and his muscles are big and so delicious. Not that you need to know that, but he’ll put you in your place if you continue to pretend to be my boyfriend,” she stresses, softly pushing him away.

“Babe!” He calls after her as she starts to walk away again.

“Don’t call me that!”

He turns her around again so she’s facing him. His features soften as he guides her fingers to the scar on his face.

“Babe, I’m your boyfriend. You’re literally wearing my jersey,” he points out, making

Dallas quirks up her eyebrows in confusion.

It’s silent for a minute before she gasps, throwing her body into his.

“Of course you’re my boyfriend, you’re hot. Woah, like really hot. Look at you, do a spin for me,” she compliments him, palming at his exposed skin.

He’s wearing only jeans and his shoulder pads, sans a shirt, as per her request. His last accessory is a hockey stick.

“You’re such a flirt,” he teases her, kissing her lips.

She sighs in contentment, her arms wrapped around his waist, so she has easy access to touch his abs and back muscles.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t let other men be all over me. I guess I forgot to exclude my boyfriend from that list. I’m kinda drunk,” she rambled.

“Let’s have sex. Hot, slutty sex,” she adds in a whisper as her head is leaning on his shoulder pad.

“Sorry, June bug, but you’re very drunk, as you said, so we’re not doing anything tonight besides getting your makeup off and you tucked in my bed,” he states, ignoring her pout and puppy dog eyes.

“But I’m wearing new lingerie. Don’t you like my garter?” She says, guiding his hand to feel the material of her garter. She drags his hand closer to her heat, his moan barely containing itself as he pulls away. He dips her down, attaching his lips to her to silence her whining and groaning.

“C’mon, let me take you home,” he says, pulling her by the hand. Dallas looks like a little kid, stomping her feet as she follows behind.

She grabs his hockey stick to smack his ass with it.

“Can you at least eat me out, or let me suck you off?” She tries again, hugging him from behind.

Nick rolls his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, knowing that he’ll have to deny her again.

“You’re drunk, baby, I’m not taking advantage of you. In the morning, if you still want me to eat you out, then I will,” he counters.

“It’s already morning,” she points out, showing her phone that reads 1 am.

He groans, turning around to pull her into a kiss, hoping that shoving his tongue down her throat will satiate her. It doesn’t. All she does is suck on his tongue, trying to get him to cave in.

“Is that a yes? I’ll be a good girl,” she whispers in his ear, nipping at his earlobe.

“After you sleep off your hangover,” he answers.

“Boo! You’re no fun.” She jumps onto his body, legs and arms wrapped around him.

“Umm… what’re you doing?” He asks through a laugh.

“Can you carry me home, please? My heels are killing my feet,” she mutters, her head going to rest in his neck. He doesn’t answer, just starts his walk back to his dorm to get his girl to sleep.

a/n: Whoever requested this, I hope you like it, as well as the rest of you! Also, thanks for all the love for this au, it means a lot🤍

#nick moldenhauer #nick moldenhauer x oc #nick moldenhauer x reader #nick x dallas #umich imagine #umich hockey #so it goes au

[ashisgreedy]

Garreth's Gareer AU HCs

Written By @finalgirllx and @greedyforgarreth simultaneously.

Headcannon's of Garreth Weasley in different careers! 

(These start out serious but we became delirious over time writing this. They devolve into… well, you will see.)

This was not edited. Cheers!

Baker

"Weasley's Confections"

He comes home smelling like sugar every day

He always has flour or frosting in his hair

He'd always bring home a sweet for you

He'd write your names on the little sweets

He's always brainstorming new cake-decorating ideas

He'd always try out new flavor combinations, leading to a very messy kitchen!

He has his own frosting line

during the holidays he has you come and assist him in helping customers in his little shop

During Christmas, you and he dress up as Mr. and Mrs. Claus to decorate cookies with kids

He holds a cake-baking class every once in a while for the community

Chef

He’s a personal caterer, with a small team

He puts on a little show as he cooks for small parties

He has signature dishes he makes that are unique to his catering business

He definitely has a roster of corny jokes for the occasion 

His favorite clients are small bachelorette parties and groups of older ladies because he loves how energetic they are and they laugh at his corny jokes.

Unbuttons his chefs coat throughout the evening for bachelorette parties 

“I'm having a pasta-tively great time”

He would have a volunteer come up for silly demonstrations - how to crack an egg

He hosts his own booth at food festivals to help market is personal business 

Zookeeper 

Robert Irwin vibes - Always educating people on animals

He loves helping with the petting zoos! 

Passionate about preservation of the species and holds educational classes for nearby schools. 

His favorite animal would be an iguana 

He definitely gives away stuffed animals from the gift shop! 

Wears a khaki uniform at all times in the zoo

When he’s not in that - he’s in animal patterns and Hawaiian shirts.

As a side hobby, he surfs to raise money for ocean animals

He’d definitely buy environmentally friendly items at all times

Airline pilot 

Mile high club a million times

Has dated all the stewardesses

Has a mask kink.

Falls asleep almost immediately after the plane takes off

“GARRETH! THE PLANE HAS BEEN TAKEN OVER!” 

Yoga Instructor

Holds instructional classes for business people during their lunch hour.

He’s insanely flexible, and shows it off

Knows his butt gets a lot of attendees

He wears silly headbands

Specializes in Hot Yoga classes

Would have the corniest playlist

His best friend Leander is the Zumba instructor 

He also teaches the occasional water aerobics 

Takes his yoga knowledge into the bedroom 

Wedding planner (morally corrupt)

Really pays attention to the needs of the fiancees…wink

Makes sure to attach his personal cell phone..wink

“Does he know what colors you’d like for the wedding? Or does he not listen to you as well as I could…” wink

Turns cake tasting erotic, feeding the fiancee a cake bite in front of her fiance… wink

He helps put the garter on the bride, slowly… wink

He offers you private dance lessons before the big day…wink 

Ruins your dress before the husband gets the chance…wink 

Shows you the ring he would have gotten for you instead (It’s much better).

Actually listens to you (unlike your fiance)...wink 

Firefighter 

You met when he carried you out of a burning building..sexily 

He saves your kitten and gives it an oxygen mask until it’s lively again.

He pushes you out of the way of a falling burning ceiling 

He lets you wear his helmet to calm you down. (He tells you how silly you look and it helps)

He single-handedly prevented a train collision and explosion in the center of the city 

Sexy arms, covered in soot, and he takes off his jacket and you lick him up 

He’s the one that carries the massive axe that busts through walls. 

"Is this the firehouse? Because you've got me feeling the heat."

Him sliding down the pole during an emergency *Eyes emoji*

Massage therapist 

His massages take ages because he makes sure to work out EVERY knot you have before you get off his table. 

“Oh my dear, you sure are a little tense, aren’t you? Let’s fix that.” 

Love the hot rocks, “ooh, a little hot” whenever he uses them

He gives all kinds of facials for his dedicated clients 

If you get really, really horny during the massage, he says he’ll give you a “happy ending” but really it's just a clap of his hands and a smile.

He plays “Happy” by Pharell Williams at the end of every massage

Sometimes he’ll offer a bonus technique where he steps on the client 

His spa music is just hip hop and rap songs turned into gentle melodies. 

Detective 

The clue is in your panties~

If you’re a threesome, he and the other suggest “split up and look for clues” aka your holes. 

When he’s feeling goofy he’ll bring a magnifying glass to your pussy. “I don’t need this, I already know where the clit is!” 

The hat stays on during sex.

Handcuffs. Nuff said.

He makes the outline of a body on the floor with painters tape and fucks you in that position. 

He asks you questions during sex like “Where were you at 11:34 PM Monday evening?” “Do you have an alibi?” “What crimes have you committed?” “Can you please state your full name and contact information?” “Your childhood street address?” 

He makes you hold his badge up to him during sex.

He smokes his cigar after. 

Lifeguard 

Diving into that… wink.

Speedos all day, every day.

He is super happy to carry a whistle with him all day.

He would’ve saved Ash that one time. 

He wouldn’t have let finalgirllx fall into that lake on her bike. 

He smells like coconut from the sunscreen

Sand *everywhere* “Got some sandy buttcheeks there!” 

When he runs, his pecs bounce.

Really enjoys the maritime accuracy of Spongebob Squarepants 

Very proud of his CPR certification. 

Driving instructor 

Bends you over the seat and fucks you to make sure the leather of the seat cushion is durable. 

Makes you sit on his lap and it causes the horn to honk. He doesn’t mind <3

“I wanna ride.”

Pretends to honk the horn, but really he’s just squeezing your breasts. 

Fingers you while you parallel park to make sure you really know what you're doing. 

“Red means stop, green means go.” But this is your safe word instead. 

Is very passionate about turn signals and will yell at you if you forget to use it. Drivers safety biotch

"Do you believe in love at first drive, or should I take you for another spin?"

Kindergarten teacher 

Fucks all the single moms. 

He is excellent with kids and really enjoys providing them a foundation for a bright future ahead of them.

Has a breaking and entering kink. 

His favorite craft to do with the children is making flowers out of tissue paper. He loves seeing the look on the parent's faces when they gift it. 

Has a mask kink. 

“Baby Shark” is banned from the classroom. 

Enjoys macaroni art. 

He has a talking stick that he’s very strict about using.

Loves having the students draw him and he puts every single one on the walls of the classroom.

Meteorologist 

There are lots of memes of him online. 

“It’ll be wet out this evening, and I’m not just talking about you, ladies.” Gets fired immediately

Becomes an at home meteorologist that says suggestive things about the news on his lives. 

More popular than any news station in the entire world. 

Part times as a camboy. Uses the same channel. 

Sticks his ass out a bit when he points to the green screen. That he somehow has one at his house. 

Instagram polls asking what he should wear during his next live. 

“It’s gonna be cold, ladies! Don’t wear your bras!” …wink 

His camboy name is “Weather Boy” and he makes people call him that professionally as well. 

The front of his business card is for meteorology and the back is his camboy persona.

Musician 

Very good with his fingers. 

The Weasley Wigouts - his band name!

Picks a new genre for every album, he likes to switch it up. Makes for some very confusing tours. 

Tongue piercing.

Has a tramp stamp tattoo on his lower back of Professor Sharp. 

Got his start on Soundcloud. 

Calls his fangirls his “Weasley Sluts!” 

Orders Subway for lunch for the band every day. 

Grew his hair out longer so he can headbang with it, even during soft songs. 

Manbun Garreth era! 

Science teacher 

Really looks up to Bill Nye. 

Wears a lab coat everywhere. 

Always flirts with the math teachers. 

Loves the volcano experiments more than anything. 

He gets wayyyy too hyped about the science fair. “It’s next week! Don’t forget!” and the students groan.

Always has granola bars and hot chocolate stocked in case any student is hungry.

Never sends any of his students to detention. He takes them aside and just says “Come on, man…” 

When teaching a chapter on biology and reproduction, he yells at the students to “AVERT YOUR EYES!” and dramatically covers his own. 

"What did the biologist wear to impress their date? Designer genes!"

Has a tattoo on his chest that says “The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.”

Voice over artist 

Gets his start in English dubs of hentai. 

He has a small role as an NPC in Hogwarts Legacy. Guess who! 

Loves voice acting for the Elder Scrolls series. 

Will do raps for his fans on live, as much as 15 songs. 

Can sing and has a small youtube video with cover songs he loves. 

His most popular cover is of “Sugar, We’re Going Down,” by Fall Out Boy. 

Treats BookTok to sexy ASMR from time to time. 

Florist

Knows all the meanings to all the flowers in his shop.

Wants to fuck you on a flower bed. 

Really loves blue flowers (I don’t know the names of flowers).

He obsesses over flower arrangements and makes them look perfect! 

Always has dirt on his face and under his nails. 

"If kisses were petals, I'd give you a garden."

Has a mask kink. 

Will arrange all of the flowers for his own wedding. 

Loves to roleplay as Ghostface with his partner. 

Always smells fantastic. 

Likes to put a flower behind his ear when he’s working.

#garreth weasley #hogwarts legacy #Do we apologize? no #we were in a google doc and just went to town lol! #we were completely sober making this if you can believe it 💀

[enemyoflactose]

I rate Yu-Gi-Oh characters fit 2 because Tumblr said no to more that 10 images Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò

8/10

This is what everyone in the Midwest looks like. He is the perfect representation of America. Every time I see him I feel 0.01% more patriotic.

10/10

This is what peak character design is. He looks not only like a zombie, but like he unironically listens to Ayesha Erotica. Perfection at its finest.

7/10

His clothes and glasses are great, don't get me wrong, but my friend said his hair made him look like Aloysius O'Hair and I can't unsee it.

5/10

Where is his dino fit? Where is his inflatable dinosaur costume? This is boring! Love his hair though.

9/10

I love the 90's punk look. Her deck holder-thing being a garter is smart and looks great. If this were her season 4 outfit though, it'd be a 10

20/10

Takahashi didn't need to give us a woman this beautiful and stunning, but he did. He did that for all of us. Everything about her is fantastic.

9/10

He is the definition of badass. The purple compliments his eyes, the double belts are aesthetically pleasing, he is wearing arm wraps. Need I say more?

4/10

What the fuck happened? Who let him walk out of his house in that? The jewelry is nice and looks good on him, but the shirt. The shirt is so ugly. The shirt does not look good on him, it would look better on literally every other character. His final outfit was a massive improvement, but I will never forget that none of his mindslaves stepped out of bounds to tell him he looked goofy.

9/10

Everything is better now. Why didn't Marik just wear this? This is so much better! The jewelry is still the best part, but at least my eyes aren't melting at the sight of his shirt. The cape is a little random, but I think it suits him. His also kind of has the same shape as Yami/Yugi's, and that's a nice parallel.

#yugioh #yami marik #marik ishtar #ishizu ishtar #ghost kotsuzuka #weevil underwood #rex raptor #mai valentine #mai kujaku #bandit keith #odion ishtar

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 17: Hello Nurse! (Uniforms)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Medic is quite taken with your costume for a Halloween party.

Tags: Uniforms, sexy Halloween costumes, semi-clothed

Word Count: 1.5k

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“I look ridiculous!”

A privacy curtain was situated in the corner of the infirmary, creating a makeshift changing room, and honestly, you would be content to hide away behind that curtain forever. Or at least until you could change into something less revealing. It was just a silly little party. No one would judge if you abandoned this costume and showed up in a Halloween themed t-shirt and jeans.

“Don’t be so modest, liebchen! I’m sure you look wonderful.” Medic tried his best to reassure you from the other side of the curtain, but you were still reluctant to let him see you like this.

“Promise you won’t laugh.”

“I promise, now come on out. We’re going to be late,” Medic said. He sounded genuine, so you took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the medical screen.

You had donned a nurse uniform with red accents along the sleeves and collar, and it was quite a low cut collar. You had found the costume in a store a few days ago, and while you had initially scoffed at the sight of it, you found yourself drawn back to it repeatedly. Finally, you decided to get it, figuring that it would make for a cute couples costume.

Unfortunately, buyers' remorse began to set in before you even had the outfit fully on. Even now you were instinctively trying to pull the excessively short skirt lower. It barely covered your ass, and you had actually begun to wonder if you purchased a size that was too small. Apparently not. Based on the way the model on the package looked, this was just how the costume was designed.

To top it all off, a garter was wrapped snug around your thigh, bearing the same red and white color scheme as the rest of the outfit. The garter had a little charm with a symbol similar to Medic’s own insignia. A nurse’s cap and prop stethoscope also came with the outfit, but you had left those behind, ultimately deciding that they were a bit much. You nearly tripped as you stepped forward, unused to the tall white heels that you were wearing.

“On second thought, I wouldn’t blame you if you laughed at me,” you sighed, meeting his eyes with an expression that probably looked absolutely pitiful.

“Oh darling,” Medic whispered, placing a hand over his mouth. Unable to see his expression clearly, you assumed it was a negative reaction. You couldn’t see the blush rising in his cheeks.

“Fuck it, I’m taking it off,” you said with a huff. “I don’t need a costume that badly.”

“Nein, darling, wait!” Medic’s tone almost sounded panicked, and it made you stop short. Again, you almost rolled your ankle in those damn heels.

“What? Why?” You asked, turning to look at him with a confused tilt of your head.

Medic held up a hand, a gesture that asked you to give him a moment. He looked you up and down in a manner you could only describe as an examination. It made you a bit nervous, but as you watched him, you noticed his gaze lingering on certain parts of your body- your thighs, your breasts, oh he was definitely enjoying how low that neckline was. He wasn’t examining, he was admiring.

“Medic?” You whispered, suddenly anxious to know what he’s thinking.

“Mein gott,” he muttered, almost as if speaking to himself. A smirk spread across his face when he met your gaze. It sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

“Medic?” You said a bit more firmly, repeating yourself as he approached you. An arm was wrapped around your waist and you laughed nervously as you were pulled against his body, starting to get an idea of where exactly this was going. “What are you doing?”

Rather than respond immediately, Medic leaned into your neck, pressing a ghost-like kiss there that sent yet another shiver through your body. His mouth was right next to your ear when he finally spoke, his breath tickling your skin as he did.

“Meine liebe, what would you say if I told you I would very much like to ravish you on the operating table right now?”

“I would say we’re gonna be late.” You grabbed the suspenders on Medic’s uniform, pulling him down roughly for a kiss. “So we better be quick.”

The wicked laugh you got in response aroused you far more than you thought it would. He wasted no time pressing his lips against yours again, slipping his tongue into your mouth and dominating the kiss. He tried to guide you backwards towards the table, but you stumbled on your heels once again, breaking the kiss with a yelp.

His response was effective and efficient. Leaning down, he lifted you up into his arms, carrying you over to the operating table with your legs wrapped around his waist. He took full advantage of the situation, his hands being in the perfect position to support your weight and squeeze your ass.

You gasped when you were placed on the table, shivering at the cold metal. Your skirt had ridden up, and before long Medic was hooking his fingers into the elastic band of your underwear, pulling them off and exposing just how soaked you were.

“Already so wet, little nurse?” He asked. You grinned at the sound of that new nickname. Medic ran a still gloved finger along your slit, drawing a soft moan from you. “You look so gorgeous, mein gutes mädchen.”

“Medic- oh fuck! Medic!” You weren’t able to contain your moans as he began to rub circles around your clit. “Please, fuck me!”

“So eager,” Medic said, reaching up with his free hand and unbuttoning the uniform until your chest was exposed. You weren’t wearing a bra. It proved difficult to find one that worked with the outfit, and you figured the costume was tight enough to keep everything in place. Medic stopped stimulating your clit, pausing to unfasten his belt and unzip his fly. Soon, he had his hands placed on either side of you as he leaned over your body. You felt his erection prodding between your legs, and it only made you more desperate.

“Please!” You whined, looking up at him with a pleading, lust clouded expression.

“My sweet little nurse… du siehst so wunderschön aus. How could I resist?” With that, he finally entered you, pushing in to the hilt easily due to how aroused you were. You moaned and rocked your hips against his, eager for more.

Medic shuddered, relishing the warmth of you wrapped so tightly around him. When he regained his composure somewhat, he began to move, setting a fast rhythm. Delicious noises fell from your lips as you were rutted against the table. The only sounds echoing in the infirmary were your pleading moans and the metallic creaking of the surface below you.

“Harder, please Medic!” You begged, clutching desperately at his jacket. He was more than willing to comply. Medic’s hands traveled to your legs, lifting them and wrapping them around his waist again. You held your legs there as he drove into you, those powerful hips slamming roughly against yours and making you see stars. He seemed to hit just the right spots within you, and you felt the pleasure begin to build.

“Mein schönes Mädchen. Du bist so gut für mich,” Medic groaned, slipping into his native language as he often did during such passionate moments. “I want you to come for me. Bitte liebling, komm für mich!”

You did just that, coming with a strangled cry, clutching onto his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself on whatever was within reach. Coupled with his harsh thrusts, it almost seemed as if his words alone sent you tumbling into a positively helpless climax.

Medic only managed to hold out a few moments longer than you, coming with a few more desperate thrusts. He shuddered against your body as he did so. His final moans as he let pleasure overtake him were music to your ears.

He pressed soothing kisses across your body as the two of you basked in the afterglow. Apparently neither of you remembered that this was supposed to be a quick affair, or perhaps neither of you cared. When Medic pulled away and you finally looked up at him, you were startled to see red smeared across his lips.

“Oh shit, my makeup!” You said, dissolving into raucous laughter as you realized what had happened. Caught up in the frenzied passion, you had completely forgotten the red lipstick you had applied to go with your costume. Medic couldn’t help but chuckle as well, the post orgasmic euphoria making the whole situation seem far funnier than it was.

“There’s no way we’re going to be on time for that party,” you said when you finally recovered from a fit of laughter.

“We’ll simply be fashionably late, meine liebe,” he said with a shrug. “Come now, let’s get cleaned up a bit.”

You nodded, letting him help you off of the table and buttoning up your costume once again. You flattened out the wrinkles with your hands and looked down at yourself with a satisfied smirk. The makeup would need to be reapplied, but other than that, everything seemed in order. Plus, you had to admit, you were feeling much more confident about the outfit than before.

#tf2 x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #merc x reader #minors dni #smut #tf2 smut #medic x reader #medic tf2 #team fortress 2 #medic team fortress 2 #tf2 medic #team fortress 2 medic #team fortress #tf2 x you #medic #tf2 #cross posted on ao3

[thisismysecondrodeo]

Getting Good (Dom!Ted x Sub!Reader)

AN: The unrequested 4th (and probably final part) to the Dom!Ted x Sub!Reader series. Again, I definitely had to do some research on D/S dynamics so apologies for any errors. Based loosely on the discord message: "He texts you to be ready for a dom/sub scene as soon as he gets home and you know that means you have to be on your knees and waiting and fully in “yes sir” mode + this post:

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Established Relationship, Date Night, Dom!Ted, sub!Reader, dom-sub dynamics and conversation, kink color system, rough oral sex (male receiving), light impact play, vaginal fingering

Getting Ready (1) | Getting Busy (2) | Getting Off (3) | Fic Masterlist

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You had gotten the text message from Ted about 45 minutes ago and you’d been buzzing ever since. He had slowly grown more comfortable with the dom/sub dynamic the two of you had been exploring—you reserved specific nights and used specific phrases to indicate your stops and starts—but it was still rare that he initiated. You knew he still had trouble around feeling demanding. But tonight, after a long, hard day at work you’d gotten a text that drove everything from your mind. 

Ted: I’d love to take charge tonight. Be ready for me?

You knew exactly what that meant and you texted back an immediate, “yes sir.” You’d spent all day long making decisions and having people look to you for next steps and you wanted nothing more than to be empty of everything but following directions and receiving pleasure. No thinking critically, no making decisions, just meeting needs and having needs met. You practically skipped to your dresser and slid open the drawer you reserved for your laciest things. It was never important to Ted what you wore, but it helped you get into the proper headspace when you dressed in something sexy. 

You chose white, knowing Ted loved how it looked on your skin; a lace, see-through bra, and matching crotchless panties, complete with garters and stockings. Ted had purchased it, but you’d never worn it for him before and you were preemptively giddy at what his reaction would be. 

You kneeled in the center of the bed, sitting back on your heels, and fought the urge to text him to get an ETA. The waiting was part of it, the anticipation already ramping up your arousal, already making you shift a little on the bed as you listened for the sound of the front door. 

Your heart skipped a beat when you finally heard it and you sat up ramrod straight, ready for your love to walk into the room and tell you what was going to happen next. 

Ted was tired, but he didn’t regret texting you. He hovered outside of the door for just a moment, eyes closed, hand resting on the doorknob. Richmond was suffering from tie after tie, Michelle wanted to discuss the custody agreement for the thousandth time, and it seemed everyone in his life was looking to him for answers that he didn’t have. But on the other side of this door, he knew you would be there waiting for him, with no questions and needing no answers from him; when he stepped through the door, if he asked for something he was going to receive it and just the thought of that had his pulse quickening and his cock throbbing. 

You didn’t dare move a muscle when the door opened silently, but you couldn’t hide your smile. There was never a moment that you didn’t want to see Ted, and right now was certainly no exception. He was wearing his classic button-up shirt and khakis, and you knew he must have removed his sweater before his walk home, maybe just to make it easier to get undressed right now. He leaned against the doorframe and looked at you, his eyes full of unadulterated affection as they trailed the lengths of your exposed skin. He gave you a low whistle as he crossed the threshold. 

“Look at you, darlin’,” Ted spoke slowly, his voice quiet enough that if you’d moved you wouldn’t have heard him. “You knew exactly what I wanted, didn’t you?”

“Yes sir,” you said, matching his volume, your voice dripping with pride. 

He walked over to the side of the bed, within arms reach and you turned to look at him but stayed firmly on your knees. “Eyes forward, beautiful.” And it was just like Ted to make a command sound so sweet and pleasant. You turned back toward the doorway and could feel his fingers drag chastely across your shoulders and down your arm, before picking up your hand and bringing it to his lips. Heat rushed to your cheeks at the tenderness that was immediately countered by a firm snap of your garter against your thigh that you didn’t see coming and it shocked a gasp from you. 

You bit your bottom lip in regret at the sound but Ted ran his thumb over it and pulled it free. “It’s okay darlin’, you can talk to me. You make such beautiful sounds.” 

You said the first thing that came to mind, all in one deep exhale of breath, “I missed you baby.” 

You were still looking straight ahead so you couldn’t see the bright smile that graced his face. “Oh, baby you have no idea,” Ted sighed, and he slid onto the bed behind you, resting on his knees and plastering himself against your back. His arm snaked up your chest and his right hand held you loosely under your jaw—you sucked in a breath as his lips found the side of your neck, his mustache tickling at the sensitive spot behind your ear.

“Do you want me to touch you, baby,” Ted asked, his left hand fiddling with the waistband of your underwear, his right hand gently stroking the length of your neck as you tilted your head back onto his shoulder. 

“Yes.” 

Ted snapped your garter again and you yelped, “Yes, sir.” He kissed your shoulder for delivering the right answer, which you appreciated, but you would have said anything to get him to put his hands where you wanted them. The crotchless panties meant you could feel yourself slick and wanting and you nearly whined when Ted removed his hand from your neck. You didn’t mourn the loss for long because he quickly looped it around your ribcage and pulled you back into his lap, pressing his own back into the headboard and spreading his legs in a V. With your back against his front, he could look over your shoulder and see all of you spread out for him, your legs askew and braced on his strong thighs. Ted hummed as his warm palms covered your stomach and thighs, taking his time with caresses and tickles that had you wiggling against his noticeable erection. 

“I’m going to lose my mind,” you whined through gritty teeth when his fingers barely grazed your nipple. You knew better than to ask or beg but you were glad he gave you the okay to talk.

“I’m sorry, darlin’, and you’ve been so good for me,” Ted chuckled, dropping an open-mouthed kiss on the juncture between your neck and shoulder. As he kissed you, he tugged the cup of your bra just enough to give him access to your nipple, tweaking it gently between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned, deep and low, and Ted pinched just a bit harder, his teeth and mustache grazing your neck, his other hand still splayed wide on your thigh. 

“Fuck, Ted,” you breathed out, and he released your breast, pressing his hand firmly between your shoulder blades so you’d bend forward enough that he could reach the clasp of your bra. You took a deep breath when you relaxed into him again, your peaked nipples tingling slightly as they were exposed to air. 

“I want to take you apart, sweet pea,” Ted nearly growled in your ear and you shivered hard. The hand on your thigh was creeping closer to your center, while his other hand was back to massaging your breasts, alternating between them. “How does that sound?”

“Please, sir, fuck, please. Do whatever you want to me, I’m begging you.” 

Ted groaned. His cock twitched against your back at the sheer devotion in your voice as you pleaded for him. “Yes ma’am.”

Ted used his own legs to spread yours further apart and you were sure the bed underneath you was damp, but it didn’t matter because he was finally sliding his middle finger over your throbbing clit. You whimpered loudly, but Ted took his time touching and exploring, his other hand still toying with your nipples. Without thinking about it, you slid a little further down in his grip. 

“Where ya runnin’ to darlin’,” Ted chuckled, the hand on your breast quickly reaching up from your chest to hold your neck again, steadying you against him. He wasn’t restricting your breathing at all, but just the feeling of his possessive hold made you moan. The hand stroking your clit picked up its pace as he lowered his mouth to your ear. “You’re going to stay right there and be good for me, aren’t you?” 

“Yes, sir,” you whispered, huskily. Ted paused in touching you and you watched with wide eyes as he reached for your garter and stretched it further than ever, the elastic making your eyes water and you cried out as it made impact. It was a sharp sting that was over quickly and it felt like it went straight to your clit. 

“I can’t hear you, beautiful. You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you? You’re gonna sit right here and let me make you come?” 

“Yes, sir,” you overcorrected, nearly yelling as his hand returned, but he bypassed your clit and instead entered you in one smooth motion and fucking you steadily with long, confident fingers. Your eyes practically rolled back in your head, but as much as you wanted to meet his thrusts or push back against his straining erection, you followed instructions and held still. It was worth it for the praise he cooed in your ear. Ted released your neck, slowly returning to caressing every inch of your skin with a warm, firm pressure while still working you up easily, the sounds filthy and arousing.

He curled his fingers, transitioning to short strokes against your inner wall that made your eyes slam shut and your head fall back again. Ted took advantage of the access, licking and sucking marks into the thin skin of your neck. Your skin was growing hot to the touch and you could feel Ted’s smile pressed against your shoulder, his hair flopping over his forehead and tickling the side of your face. He knew you were close and you’d do anything in your power to obey so that you could orgasm. You were panting curses as the pleasure built and Ted was a grinning fool, as he brought his thumb to your clit with a rapid flicking motion. Your abs flexed with the force of your climax, shockwaves rolling up from your core that had you flinging your hands to grip Ted’s thighs, your fingers digging in hard enough that you knew he’d find bruises when it was all said and done. 

When your breathing settled, Ted used his thumb and forefinger to tilt your face toward his and kiss him deeply, his tongue slick and searching against yours. Your heart beat a steady patter of I love him, I love him, I love him and neither of you had to say it for you to know that he felt it too. 

“You okay, darlin’,” Ted asked softly as he pulled away. “Color?”

“Green,” you answered with zero hesitation. You licked your swollen lips and realized Ted was still fully dressed. You turned around to kneel between his legs and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Ted reached for your wrists and held them easily with one hand, restraining you from his buttons. “Why don’t we take a break, let me get you some water.” You knew Ted was being sweet and considerate but it almost felt like a punishment for him to pause the scene, for him not to snap your garter or slap your ass and admonish you for taking his clothes off without permission. You’d followed every instruction, and behaved yourself perfectly, but you must look pretty wrecked if he was taking your green as a yellow anyway. 

“No sir,” you pouted, avoiding his eyes and instead looking down at his tented crotch. 

“No,” he questioned, one eyebrow raised, his voice instantly darker. You smirked knowing that you had him hooked again. “You’ve been such a good girl and now you want to ruin it by telling me no?” His other hand fingered the elastic of your garter yet again, but he waited you out. 

“You’re right, I have been such a good girl,” you practically purred, and you moved backward on your knees, a stretch considering your hands were still bound in one of Ted’s. “And now I want my reward.” Thank god for yoga, you thought as you bent down, your arms still restrained, and pressed your lips to Ted’s crotch. Ted groaned and you took a few moments to press kisses into his khakis before licking a broad stripe over his hard, hidden cock. Despite the multiple layers, he could feel the heat from your tongue and his breath hitched. 

“Baby,” Ted started to speak, but when he opened his eyes to look at you, your face was pressed to his bulge and you were looking up at him with pleading doe-eyes; whatever thought or objection he had died before it hit the air. “Fuck, you really want it, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you tried to sound seductive but your tone was excited and embarrassingly desperate. 

“You were a very good girl for me,” Ted considered, “but right now you’re being incredibly naughty and you know it.” You smiled a little, wiggling your hips in the air. “I guess I’ll just have to show you what happens when you’re not careful what you wish for.” 

You weren’t sure exactly what he meant but the words themselves sent bolts of electricity through you. He tugged your hands gently so you’d raise up enough for him to slide off the bed. You were surprised that he didn’t release his grip on you, but you weren’t complaining about watching him open his belt buckle and pull his boxer briefs and khakis down to his ankles one-handed. His cock bobbed, hard and shiny with precum, and you had to put in some effort to keep your drool contained. You were still kneeling on the bed, but Ted gestured with his head at the floor and you used his support to clamber down and kneel in front of him instead. 

“Open,” Ted requested firmly, and you obeyed instantly, sticking your tongue out slightly. Ted grabbed his cock at the base and fed it gently into your open mouth, a short thrust before he removed his cock entirely. You didn’t have the use of your hands to brace yourself so you fell forward just a little and Ted used his other hand to tilt your chin up to him. “You’re not going to get to use your hands, do you know what to do if you need a break?” 

You wanted to joke “bite” but Ted was serious about safety and you were so close to getting what you wanted. “Yes, sir,” you wiggled your hand around to make enough space that you could easily tap the top of his hand in 3 short bursts. 

“Good girl,” Ted said, before using the hand that was still under your chin to bring your mouth back to his cock. Ted was big and he knew it, not often requesting blow jobs, but you relished in the burn of your jaw as you bobbed your head down the length of him and back up. He held himself still at first but then slowly started to thrust, his hand moving from your chin around to the back of your neck. You moaned as he took control of the pace and you focused on nothing else but being wet and open for him. You could tell he was being gentle with you and yet you still gagged around him a little when he brushed the back of your throat. 

“Fuck, darlin’, you feel amazing,” Ted sighed, his hips continuing to snap forward, and you could answer with only a whimper. If you could speak, you would have told him the silky, warm weight of him against your tongue felt just as fantastic. You looked up at him and could feel tears forming in the corner of your eyes and Ted slowed slightly. You could tell he was about to check in with you and you cut him off by hollowing your cheeks, ramping up the suction. Ted threw his head back with a growl thrusting once, twice, with his full length and then held, fully filling your throat. Your mind emptied of anything but breathing through your nose and making Ted come. You swallowed against him involuntarily, but the pressure made Ted spasm and he slid all the way out immediately, panting like he’d just run 5 miles. 

“Jesus Christ,” Ted gasped, his hand still holding your neck steady and you grinned, your face damp and lips swollen. “Come up here.” Ted pulled your hands a little towards the bed but you held your ground and he looked at you quizzically. 

“No, sir,” you said, your voice hoarse. “I want you to come in my mouth. Please.” 

Ted waited a moment, searching your face for any hint of you regretting the request. He massaged the back of your neck and you hummed. “Beg for it.” 

From your position on your knees, you locked eyes with your love, his dress shirt hanging open and his hair askew. This would be easy. 

“I want your cock in my mouth. I would do anything, baby. Ted please, I want you so deep inside me that you cum straight down my throat. I want you to know how much I love you, Ted, and how much I want you to use me. I just want you to feel good, sir, please.” 

The second the last syllable fell from your lips it was replaced with his cock, and he thrust into your mouth hard and fast. Your eyes fell closed and you felt floaty and loose, your whole body relaxing under his attention. Somewhere over your head he was cursing and praising in equal measure, but you were lost under a wave of pleasure and sensation. Ted managed just a few more thrusts before he again paused with his cock in your throat; he came with a groan and you quickly swallowed all of him. 

Ted slid out of your mouth, releasing his hold on both your wrists and your neck as he fell to his knees in front of you. He pulled you into his chest and your eyes shut as he shushed and rocked you gently; you didn’t even notice how much you shivered in his arms. You were sated and soft and you melted into his embrace. He was familiar with the comedown after scenes like this—the two of you had done this enough—and he looked forward to the aftercare almost as much as the scene itself. When he could feel you return to yourself somewhat, he helped you off the floor and led you to the bathroom, shrugging off his shirt so the two of you were equally bare. He helped you into the shower and your throat was sore and you didn’t talk much, which used to scare him, but now he knew just how to fill the silence.

“I love you so much, sweetheart. I love doing this with you and making you feel good because you make me feel spectacular. I feel, just, on top of the world with you. Like I fell out of the lucky tree and hit every damn branch on the way down. You’re so gorgeous. I love every curve, dimple, and stretch mark. I love every eyelash. Ever smile and whimper and sigh.” 

The words were different every time, but they still felt like a familiar chant as he washed you clean first and then himself. He placed chaste kisses on your warm skin as he dried both of you off, and the two of you slid into bed. Skin-to-skin contact always helped you feel more centered after being in that headspace, and Ted didn’t waste an inch of space—his legs tangled with yours and your head was tucked under his chin. Your tiredness fell over you suddenly but gently, like snowfall, and you pressed your lips over his heart and whispered, “I love you,” before falling asleep.

<- Getting Off

#ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso reader insert #ted lasso x reader #smut #ted lasso smut

[rubyreduji]

french fries and first times — ljh

summary: you’re a call girl and your client is a virgin

tags: smut (minors dni!), some fluff, minor angst, shy virgin!jihoon, sex worker!reader warnings: explicit sex, praise, reader is a power bottom, age gap, lowkey…small dick!jihoon (but not really), oral (m. receiving), soft sex wc: 4.2k an: like all of my other fics i DONT KNOW HOW TO END THIS PROPERLY but i might expand on it more because i kinda love this universe i randomly thought of before going to bed lol anyways idk if this is a taboo topic…but oh well ig

Saturday. 9pm. Pledis Inn Motel. Room 204. Ask the front desk for the key under the name Woozi. Everything will be prepaid.

That’s all the information you know about your next appointment.

You got the call a couple of days ago and you didn’t question it. It was how most of the interactions go when setting up appointments. Sometimes the client will ask you to do specific things for them. Be wearing this. Have this ready. Call me this the whole time. But this one just left the place and the time and that’s good enough for you.

You have your bag of goodies tucked under your arm as you walk into the front office of the motel. The worker has shaggy black hair and looks up at you bored when you approach. If he knows what you’re here for he doesn’t look surprised.

“There should be a key for me here under Woozi. Room 204.”

The man simply just flicks through the pile of keys on the desk and hands you the right one. You thank him before leaving and going up the stairs to the room. It’s a basic mediocre motel room. There’s a dresser, a TV, a night stand, a small table with two chairs, a connecting bathroom, and of course, a bed. It’s been a while since you’ve been in a motel, your clients typically putting you up in penthouses, but you don’t mind, it’s nothing you haven’t done before.

You set your bag down on the bed and start to get ready for the night. You already showered at your own apartment before coming so you start to strip naked to put on your lingerie. You chose a red lace two piece with a garter belt and matching red heels. You throw on a silk robe over it and put your bag down beside the bed.

By the time you’re finished the clock reads 8:52 and you slide onto the bed and pick up your phone to wait until it’s time. After five more minutes there’s a knock on the door and you climb off the bed to go answer it.

When you open the door you come face to face with a small, pale boy with red wavy hair and shaved sides.

“Uh hi, are you Y/N-”

“Are you Woozi? Oh! Sorry, haha, yes I’m Y/N, but I can be whoever you want me to be tonight.” You wink before stepping aside so that Woozi can walk into the room.

You both seem to silently size each other up. He’s shorter than you, especially in your heels, but it’s not the first time you’ve been taller than a client. His face is smooth and young looking and he has an innocent air to him. You can tell by the way he stands that he’s a bit shy and insecure, clueing you in that he’s not one to do something like this. He’s just in black pants and a black t-shirt and even through his clothes you can tell his body is on the more petite side. Most of your clients are older, wealthy men so you’re surprised to have a client so young and innocent looking. 

You walk over to the bed and sit on the edge. “Do you mind if I take my heels off? Or is that something you’re into?” You purr, getting into your work persona.

“Oh uh, whatever makes you most comfortable.” Woozi shifts around so he can face you, but he doesn’t meet your eye when answering.

“I’m fine either way darling, this is about what you want.”

“Then you can uh, take them off I guess.”

“Okay.” You reach down to take the heels off, flashing your cleavage at the boy. Out of the corner of your eye you see his head whip around to look at the wall, meaning he definitely saw. You kick your heels off and scoot up the bed more so you can rest your back on the headboard. “So Woozi, what are you looking for tonight?”

“Jihoon. You can call me uh, Jihoon. That’s my real name,” he tells you.

“I see. Well Jihoon, why don’t you come sit by me.” You pat the bed next to you and Jihoon looks to be contemplating the idea before he gently slides his own shoes off and climbs onto the bed. “Tell me, what do you want from me tonight?” You place your hand gently on his thigh and he jumps a bit and you go to remove your hand but he stops you.

“No! You’re, you’re okay.” You only nod and place your hand back. “I’m just looking to uh, have sex? I don’t know…”

“Don’t worry about it baby. How about we just start slow?” Jihoon nods and you smile softly at him.

You bring your free hand up to cup his jaw and make him look at you. When you see he’s not pulling away you lean in to kiss him. He seems a bit taken aback but he doesn’t pull away. You move your lips against his and he tries to do the same. His technique is a bit sloppy, and his teeth keep grazing your lip but you don’t stop him.

His lips are full and press against yours firmly. Almost a little too firmly, but maybe it’s just his kissing style. His nose bumps into yours and you giggle a bit. Jihoon gets scared though and pulls away. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh baby, there’s nothing to be sorry about. You’re doing just fine.” You bring your hand up to bury it into his hair. With the assurance Jihoon seems relaxed again and you pull him back into the kiss. This time he’s a bit more eager and you return the energy.

Jihoon’s hand lands on your waist, pulling you closer. His other hand cups your neck to guide you into the kiss more. The way he kisses you is more tender than any of your other clients. You shift and climb into his lap so you can straddle his legs. Your robe rides up your thighs, revealing your panties, and you gently grind down on Jihoon’s jeans. Jihoon gasps into your mouth and his hips buck up into you. You take this opportunity to stick your tongue into his mouth and you feel him groan around your tongue. His own tongue tangles with yours and you deepen the kiss.

After a couple more minutes of heavy making out you’re starting to feel uncomfortable down below and you want more. It’s difficult for a client to get you this aroused but Jihoon seems different than the others. You reach down between your bodies to untie your robe and let it slip off your shoulders.

With your lingerie exposed Jihoon’s mouth falls open as he stares at you. His fingers twitch slightly and he trails them up your torso, stopping just below your breasts.

“It’s okay baby, you can touch.” You lightly grab his wrists and lift his hands up so they cup your breasts. His hands grab at you experimentally and when you seem receptive to the touch he grabs you more firmly. The attention to your breasts has your pussy leaking more and you grind your hips down again.

“S-shit,” Jihoon mutters. You can feel his cock harden more and you decide that you want him in you. You reach down to palm at his dick and his breath gets shaky as his hips buck up into your hand. “Y-Y/N,” he whines.

“Want you,” you mutter as you move your lips down to his neck. You kiss the warm skin and wish you could leave marks on him, but you’ve found your clients don’t like that much. You’re starting to get impatient and you pull away and go to unbutton his pants but Jihoon flinches away from you.

“No!” He quickly scrambles off the bed and you stare up at him.

“I’m so sorry!” You quickly apologize. That’s a first. You’ve never had a client tell you no before while you’re reaching into their pants.

“No, I’m sorry,” Jihoon mutters. He slumps down onto the bed, head in his hands.

“Hey…we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” you assure him.

“Arrghh, I want to though,” Jihoon tells you, his voice muffled from his hands.

“Hmmm. Well I’m hungry, so I’m going to DoorDash McDonalds. Do you want anything?”

That’s how you and Jihoon end up sitting at the dingy motel table eating french fries and burgers. You’ve loosely tied your robe back on and you pop another fry into your mouth as you stare at Jihoon. You chew thoughtfully as you try to assess him.

“So what’s your deal kid?”

“K-kid?!” He looks offended at the playful title.

You chuckle at this. “You’re what? Eighteen? Nineteen?”

He sticks his nose up. “I’m twenty. About to be twenty-one.”

“See, you’re just a kid,” you say with a smile playing at your lips.

“Well how old are you?”

“You shouldn’t ask a lady her age, you know,” you tease. “But if you’re oh so curious, I’m just recently twenty-five.”

“Four years isn’t nearly enough to call me kid,” Jihoon huffs.

“Whatever you say kid.” Jihoon glares at you but you grin at him, his face too adorable to find him intimidating. “So what do you do for a living? You in college?”

“Uhm yeah, to become a music producer. I’m also a singer-songwriter but I’m focused mostly on producing,” he tells you.

“Oh that’s nice. I can’t sing for shit.”

“What about you?” Jihoon asks.

“What about me?” You laugh a bit.

“Did you go to college?”

“Oh baby, I wouldn’t be doing this if I did,” you say and it seems to remind Jihoon the real reason he’s in the motel room with you. “No, I didn't go to college. I don’t think it would have done me much good anyways. Not too talented in any area.”

“Oh…” Jihoon is staring down at his carton of fries now. He slowly picks one up and eats it.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s…hard, but what else can I do?” You shrug. You’ve accepted your fate a long time ago.

“How long have you been doing this?” Jihoon asks you.

“Oh you don’t want to know that,” you brush him off. He looks at you though and the look in his eye tells you that he actually does. You sigh. “I was your age actually. I was still living in my parents house and could not keep a stable job. Being young, and female, and not having a college education really hurts being able to find a good paying job. Once I hit twenty my parents kicked me out of the house so you know.”

“I’m so sorry,” Jihoon whispers.

“Hey, enough about me. I’m doing okay, I promise. Now why don’t you tell me what’s up with you?”

“I’m uh, nervous,” he admits. He’s back to staring at his fries. “I’ve never- I’m a virgin.”

“Oh.” Out of all of your years of being a sex worker, you’ve never had a client who’s a virgin before. You typically get old sleazy men or young married guys, but never virgins. It makes sense, considering his behaviors, but a part of you just assumed he’s never been with a sex worker before. “We don’t have to do anything. I won’t charge you.”

“No, I want to.” He sounds firm when he speaks, but his body language still reads that he’s unsure. “I’m almost twenty-one, it’s time I finally have sex. Hell, I hadn’t even kissed anyone until tonight!”

“You shouldn’t be pressured to do anything. Who cares what society thinks?”

“No, I want to do this, I know I do. It’s just that…nobody ever wants to with me so-”

“So you paid me to. Ah, Jihoon, you don’t want me to be your first time. I’m just some random call girl. You shouldn’t do something you’re going to regret,” you tell him. “I’m going to refund you, okay? Don’t worry about it.”

“N-no! I want to. I promise. I’m tired of waiting.”

“Fine, but I’m still refunding you.”

“No! This is your job, it’s not fair of me to not pay you.”

“Well too bad, because I’m doing it no matter what.”

Jihoon can sense you’re more stubborn than he is and he sighs. “Why?”

“Because I want to,” you shrug. “Because even if you don’t care, I do, and I want your first time to be special. You deserve to sleep with someone who wants to sleep with you, not because you’re paying them. I want to sleep with you Jihoon, and not out of pity, or because you’re paying me, because I want to.” Jihoon blushes at your words and looks away from you. You reach over to grab his chin so he can look at you. “Do you want me?”

Jihoon is nodding quickly, desire filling his eyes. “Yes!”

“Mmm, good boy. Now if you’re ready, let’s get back to what we were at, right?” You wink at him before you stand up and drop your robe. Just like the first time Jihoon can’t help but stare at your figure and you smirk. You saunter back over to the bed and crawl onto it, your ass pointed towards Jihoon as you do.

Jihoon follows and clambers onto the bed a lot less gracefully than you. Once you two are back on top of the covers you grab Jihoon’s chin again and lean over to kiss him. His hands find your body and pull you closer. Your palm comes down to his crotch and you rub at his boner. You pull your mouth away from Jihoon and ignore the way you love how he whimpers when you do.

“Is there anything else you need to tell me before we do this? Because if not I’m going to suck your dick.”

Jihoon flushes at your forwardness and his hips buck up once more. “I’m uh,” he looks away embarrassed, “my dick is…small.”

Your eyebrows shoot up at this but your face relaxes again. “That’s okay baby, size really doesn’t matter. Big dicks hurt too much anyways. Anything else?”

“I’m afraid I’m gonna…cum too fast,” Jihoon tells you in a small voice.

“No shame in that, just means I’m doing something right.” As you two talk your hand still gently rubs at him. Your desire gets the best of you and you brush your thumb over his collarbone. “Can I mark you?”

“Y-yes,” Jihoon says. You smile at this.

“Can I suck you off now?”

“Please,” Jihoon whimpers.

“Just sit back baby, I’ll take care of you.”

Your hands move to swiftly unbutton his jeans. You pull them down his legs and he helps you kick them off all the way. Underneath his pants he has on a pair of checkered boxers and you can see the way his hard-on presses into the fabric.

You palm at him again and a small wet patch starts to form against the article of clothing. You bring your mouth down to his neck and start to suck at the pale skin. Your hand pushes under his shirt and up his torso. His skin is warm and soft under your fingertip. You pull your mouth away from Jihoon’s neck so you can pull his shirt over his head. His body is lithe but there’s still a bit of muscle definition under his skin. His body is smooth and pale all over and you want to mark every inch of him. Your hand grabs at him tighter and your mouth starts to suck a bruise into his sternum.

When you’re pleased with how much Jihoon is withering under you, your fingers dip under the waistband of his boxers. You grab his length and pull it out and you gasp when it’s finally visible.

“Holy shit Jihoon, you are not small.” His dick is average in length, about five inches or so, but his girth is thick. You could kind of tell just from touching him through his clothes but with it in full view you can see just how thick he really is.

“Y-you don’t have to, ahhh shit, lie,” Jihoon says, his speech getting cut off when you grip him tightly.

“I’m not! You’re fucking thick as hell. Fuck this is so hot.” You pump him in your fist and Jihoon’s hips wriggle around. You bend down and stick your tongue out to lick at his slit, his pre-cum coating your tongue.

“Y-Y/N!” Jihoon’s hands bury themselves into your hair.

“Taste good Jihoonie,” you mutter. You kiss up and down his shaft, sucking a bit as you go. Finally after teasing him, you open your mouth up and sink your mouth down onto Jihoon’s dick. You loosen your throat and shove his whole length down your esophagus. Your lips wrap around his base and you start to suck.

Jihoon is moaning above you and his hands shove you down even farther. Your tongue presses against the underside of his shaft and you bob your head the best you can.

“Ah, ah, shit. Ngghh, fuck!” Jihoon shouts and he dumps his load down his load right down your throat. You suck him dry before pulling off, swallowing the rest of his cum after you do. You catch your breath before smiling up at Jihoon.

“How was that?”

“Holy shit Y/N,” Jihoon mutters. “That was so hot.”

You lick your lips. “Thanks. You were super hot too.” 

“I wanna touch you,” he blurts out.

“Oh? Well come here then.”

Jihoon scrambles towards you but stops when he’s close. His hands hover close to your body but don’t touch, like he’s not sure what to do yet. You giggle slightly and reach behind you to undo your bra. With your tits out in the open, Jihoon's eyes widen as he stares back at your rosy nipples.

“Oh my god,” you hear Jihoon whisper. Shakily his hands reach up to grope at your boobs. Your supple flesh melds to the shape of his hands as he touches you and you can see his dick already twitching again. Jihoon cups the underside of one of your boobs and brings his mouth down to suck on it.

“Oh~” you moan at the feeling of his hot, wet mouth against your skin. While he sucks at your tit his other hand leaves your breast to reach between your legs. He rubs two fingers against your slit through your panties and you can feel how wet the fabric is when he presses it into you.

“Oh fuck,” he mutters against your breast. “It’s so warm, and wet.”

“Because of you Hoonie,” you say. “Mmm, please touch me more. Need it.”

Jihoon slips two fingers into you and you moan. His hands are sloppy as they move inside of you but just the mere pressure of them pushing against you makes you feel good. He keeps pumping his fingers into you as he sucks on your tits. None of your clients have ever done this before, but you guess Jihoon isn’t a client anymore.

“Need more, need your dick,” you tell. Your pussy is drenched now, your slick running down Jihoon’s hand.

“O-okay,” Jihoon says. You can tell he’s still a bit nervous but wants you just as much as you want him. He pulls away from you and gets off the bed. You see him fumbling around with his pants before he produces a condom from one of his pockets. You move around so you’re laying on the bed properly and you slide your panties off as he rolls the rubber onto his shaft.

“Shit Y/N,” Jihoon says when he looks back at you. Your legs are spread enough that he has a full view of your slick, pink pussy. He crawls on the bed and lines his dick up to your entrance. “I’m not too sure how good at this I’ll be,” he tells you.

“You’re fine, if it’s bad I’ll just take over and ride you,” you say. He flushes pink at this which makes you grin.

Gently, Jihoon pushes into you. Your pussy is willing and wet so he’s able to slide right into you all the way. Jihoon groans at the way your walls suck him in.

“F-fuck. I’m really not gonna last long.”

Slowly he starts to move his hips, sliding his cock in and out of you. His pace is unstable and painfully slow. You shift around in the bed and grab his hips. “You uh, need to go faster. Pick up a steady rhythm, okay?”

“Oh…okay.” After you say that Jihoon’s thrusts hit more on beat. You two stay like that for a while but you start to feel awkward, as Jihoon is more focused on his thrusts than anything else.

“Jihoon.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Can you- uh, just come here.” You pull his body from its hovering position down so you can kiss him. His body relaxes more into yours and he understands what you’re trying to say. He brings one of his hands down to cup your waist and braces himself on his knee so his other hand can grab the nape of your neck.

As your lips clash against his, his hips start to pick up pace. You can tell Jihoon is a novice at this, but you don’t mind at all. You break away from him so you can place your mouth on his bare shoulder. You suck the soft skin into your mouth so you can bite at it. Jihoon lets out small pants as you abuse the plush flesh.

You can tell Jihoon is prolonging his orgasm so he doesn’t embarrass himself. A part of you also thinks he wants you to feel pleasure as well. You two continue your efforts as you run your hands over each other’s skin, trying to stimulate as much of the body as you can.

Jihoon is whimpering into your neck as his hips rut into you. His whole body is nearly resting on yours and his hand is gripped tightly onto your shoulder. His other arm braces himself, his hand entangled with yours. Your free hand is buried tightly in his hair, holding his head in your neck. Your leg is wrapped around his body helping guide his hips. Jihoon’s whimpers go straight to your core and you decide that you never want the sound to end.

As a sex worker you often bring pleasure to people but it’s never been like this before. Your bodies are fully entangled, warm skin pressing against warm skin. Jihoon’s body is littered with purple bruises that you sucked into him, your lips puffy from kissing his body over and over again. It feels intimate.

Ever since you switched from being a street worker to a call girl you’ve had a lot more intimate moments with your clients, even getting to know some of the men who called on your services regularly, but nothing has ever been like this.

It’s different with Jihoon. Everything is different with him.

“Shit Jihoon,” you mutter when his cock hits into you at just the right angle. “Right there, again.” Jihoon complies and you feel yourself getting closer. “Jihoon, need you to touch me.”

“T-touch you?”

“Y-yeah, like this.” You gently remove that hand that’s digging into your shoulder and move it down between your bodies. You straighten out two of his fingers and then press them into your clit. You see the recognition on his face as he feels the bud. He starts to play with it and elation spreads throughout your body.

“Y/N, I’m gonna cum,” Jihoon says hurriedly. “Oh shit.” You feel his hips stutter inside of you and the warmth of his cum through the condom as he dumps his load into the rubber. His hips don’t stop though and his finger keeps working at you until you’re clenching down and arching your back against the bed. You cum on Jihoon’s dick, his name falling from your mouth as he does. When you’re fully blissed out and have come down from the height of your climax, Jihoon pulls out of you. He slumps down on the bed, panting.

“How was that?” You ask breathlessly.

“So good,” Jihoon tells you. “Shit Y/N. God you’re so…wow.” You giggle at this.

“I think that’s the best compliment I’ve ever got.”

“Ugh, this is gross,” Jihoon mutters as he pulls the condom off. He ties it off and throws it into the trash can, still from the bed. You’re surprised he makes the shot. He looks over at you. “Do you uh, need anything? Aftercare and all that, right?”

You giggle again. “I think I’m good for right now. But if you want, you should come closer.” Jihoon obliges and you rest your head on his chest, listening to the way his heart thumps. “Thank you for that.”

“I should be the one thanking you.” His words vibrate his chest and it ripples through your skull as he speaks.

“Maybe, but I’m still thanking you. I haven’t had someone treat me that nice…in a really long time.”

Jihoon tenses a bit under you. “You deserve better Y/N.” His hand comes to cup the back of your neck, holding you close to him, like he’s trying to protect you from all of the harms in your life.

Deep down you know Jihoon is right, you do deserve a better life. Though, as you lay in the boy’s secure arms, you think that if life sent you someone like Jihoon, it couldn’t be too bad.

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