#Made of PU material

[phonecompanion]

New skull head phone pouch, stylish and versatile, a must-have for outdoor travel!

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This phone pouch is not only suitable for outdoor travel but also ideal for daily wear, as it can match various clothing styles and showcase your personality and charm. Moreover, besides being worn on the shoulder, the phone pouch can also be worn directly on a daily belt by detaching the long shoulder strap, making it very convenient and practical.

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[nearmike]

So George's PU is safe and the car in one piece for the session?

We really had a milligram of luck in this Leclercish streak of unluck?

Mmmm sus…

[alucohc]

i want whatever furniture retailers are huffing that they think 500 whole american dollars is a reasonable price for an underengineered hunk of plastic

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Herbal Remedies

References (Capsules & Powders; Compresses & Lotions; Creams; Decoctions; Infused Oils; Infusions; Ointments; Poultices; Syrups; Tinctures; Tonic Wines; Other Preparations)

CAPSULES & POWDERS

Powdered herbs are most easily taken as capsules but can be sprinkled on food or taken with water.

Externally, they can be applied as a dusting powder to the skin or mixed with tinctures as a poultice.

COMPRESSES & LOTIONS

Lotions are water-based herbal preparations such as infusions, decoctions, or diluted tinctures that are used to bathe inflamed or irritated skin.

Compresses are cloths soaked in a lotion and held against the skin.

Both are simple ways to use herbs externally and can be very effective in relieving swelling, bruising, and pain, soothing inflammation and headaches, and cooling fevers.

CREAMS

Making a cream involves combining oil or fat and water in an emulsion. If the process is rushed, the oil and water may separate.

Unlike ointments, creams blend with the skin and have the advantage of being cooling and soothing while at the same time allowing the skin to breathe and sweat naturally.

They can, however, deteriorate quite quickly and are best stored in dark, airtight jars in a refrigerator.

DECOCTIONS

Roots, bark, twigs, and berries usually require a more forceful treatment than leaves or flowers to extract their medicinal constituents. A decoction involves simmering these tougher parts in boiling water.

Fresh or dried plant material may be used and should be cut or broken into small pieces before decocting. Like infusions, decoctions can be taken hot or cold.

INFUSED OILS

Infusing an herb in oil allows its active, fat-soluble ingredients to be extracted; hot infused oils are simmered, while cold infused oils are heated naturally by the sun.

Both types of oil can be used externally as massage oils or added to creams and ointments.

Infused oil should not be confused with essential oil, which is an active constituent naturally present in a plant and has specific medicinal properties and a distinct aroma.

Essential oil may be added to an infused oil to increase its medicinal efficacy

INFUSIONS

An infusion is the simplest way to prepare the more delicate aerial parts of plants, especially leaves and flowers, for use as a medicine or as a revitalizing or relaxing drink.

It is made in a similar way to tea, using either a single herb or a combination of herbs, and may be drunk hot or cold.

OINTMENTS

Ointments contain oils or fats heated with herbs and, unlike creams, contain no water. As a result, ointments form a separate layer on the surface of the skin.

They protect against injury or inflammation of damaged skin and carry active medicinal constituents, such as essential oils, to the affected area.

Useful in conditions such as hemorrhoids or where protection is needed from moisture, as in chapped lips and diaper rash.

POULTICES

A poultice is a mixture of fresh, dried, or powdered herbs that is applied to an affected area.

Used to ease nerve or muscle pains, sprains, or broken bones, and to draw pus from infected wounds, ulcers, or boils.

SYRUPS

Honey and unrefined sugar are effective preservatives.

Can be combined with infusions or decoctions to make syrups and cordials.

They have the additional benefit of having a soothing action, and therefore make a perfect vehicle for cough mixtures as well as relieving sore throats.

With their sweet taste, syrups can disguise the taste of unpalatable herbs and are therefore greatly appreciated by children.

TINCTURES

Tinctures are made by soaking an herb in alcohol. This encourages the active plant constituents to dissolve, giving tinctures a relatively stronger action than infusions or decoctions.

They are convenient to use and last up to 2 years.

Tinctures can be made using a jug and a jelly bag, instead of a wine press. Although mainly used in European, American, and Australian herbal medicine, tinctures play a part in most herbal traditions.

TONIC WINES

Tonic wines are an agreeable way to take strengthening and tonic herbs to increase vitality and improve digestion.

Neither strictly medicinal, nor simply appealing to the palate, they are easy to prepare at home.

Made by steeping tonic herbs in red or white wine for several weeks.

OTHER PREPARATIONS

Steam Inhalations

Steam inhalations are an effective way to clear congestion and relieve sinusitis, hay fever, and bronchial asthma.

The combination of steam and antiseptic ingredients clears the airways throughout the respiratory system.

Gargles & Mouthwashes

Gargles and mouthwashes usually contain astringent herbs, which tighten the mucous membranes of the mouth and throat.

As gargles and mouthwashes are made from infusions, decoctions, or diluted tinctures, they can generally be swallowed for internal treatment. Ensure you do not exceed the daily internal dose of an herb.

Pessaries & Suppositories

Pessaries and suppositories are waxy pellets containing essential oil or fine powder.

They are used when oral medicine is likely to be broken down during digestion before reaching its intended site.

Pessaries are inserted into the vagina and suppositories into the anus, where they melt at body temperature.

The herb is quickly absorbed into the bloodstream, providing fast relief. It is best to buy ready-made suppositories.

Essential Oils

Essential oils can be used in massage to soothe minor aches and pains.

Before use, they should be diluted with a carrier oil as they can irritate the skin.

Essential oils deteriorate rapidly after dilution, so it is best to mix small quantities as you need them.

Baths & Skin Washes

Herbal baths and skin washes can relieve many conditions, including aching limbs and stuffy sinuses.

They are made from diluted essential oils or infusions.

Eyebaths soothe sore, inflamed, or irritated eyes.

Cold Macerations

Heat destroys the active constituents of some herbs.

Thus, a cold maceration might be more appropriate than a decoction.

Juices

The juices extracted from many herbs.

Can be taken internally or applied externally.

Source

[buckyalpine]

I want more mob bucky teaching a shy bambi to touch him cause she’s scared and hesitant and his sweet little princess has never touched a man before, not until she met him. (Disclaimer: all consenting adults here, reader is naïve and inexperienced but absolutely wants him just as bad)

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“Are you sure?”

“Of course Bambi” Bucky purred, keeping you in his lap while sitting in his office chair. “You’re not doing anything wrong”

“But-

Your eyes flicked to his thick erection, the bulge in his pants making your stomach flip. You’d never admit out loud how many times you’d secretly glanced over, heat pooling between your legs whenever you’d catch a glimpse of his length pressing painfully hard against his pants.

You instinctively pressed your thighs together, biting back a whimper, struggling to ignore the pulse you felt between your now very soaked folds. Your parents told you over and over again that was a no no area. No one was ever to touch you there ad you definitely were not to touch someone’s private’s.

“I was told I’m not allowed” you shyly whispered, blinking innocently.

“Not allowed to what” Bucky smirked, knowing what you were talking about but he loved to make you squirm, “what are you now allowed to do baby”

“Touch-touch you there” you stuttered out, avoiding his darkened gaze.

“Awww princess, but daddy gave you permission, remember?” His nose nudges against your cheek, “I told you you’re allowed to touch me right here baby”

He guides your hand down to his clothed cock, letting you feel how hard he is for you. He presses your shaky palm against his length, holding it there while your fingers twitch with uncertainty. What if you did something that hurt him accidentally? Bucky could see the wheels in your head turning, tilting your face to kiss your lips.

“You won’t hurt me Bambi” he cooed, working at his belt buckle, letting it hit the floor before pulling his cock out. He was so thick and leaky, his silky pink tip wet with his arousal.

“But daddyy” you whined, worried you’d do something wrong, too nervous to touch him there. “That’s- we’re not allowed to touch that place, it’s your p-

“I’ll teach you, Y’know it feels good when you touch me there, C’mon, daddy’s cock is so hard baby, stroke it better, it’ll make me feel good” He’d told you countless times he’d love when you play with his cock and no one else but you is allowed to anyway. Only his Bambi can see and touch him there. You let him wrap your hand around this throbbing length as he guides your hand up and down while keeping you on his meaty thighs, the warm skin of his cock pulsing with each stroke.

“Fuck bambi” Bucky moaned, his head hitting the head of the chair, thrusting his hips up while he helped you jerk his cock, loving the way your eyes were fixated on his length, experimentally gripping him harder, "That’s it babygirl, stroke it nice and hard”

You whimpered at his words, the combination of his heavy breaths and raspy moans making that spot between your legs throb. Which didn’t go unnoticed by him the slightest. He let go of your hand letting you take over for a bit before moving you off his lap to stand between his legs.

“Daddy?- before you could finish, he hushed you, lifting you with ease to sit on his table in front of him. “Daddy, what are you-

“Shhh baby. Why are you all squirmy, hm? Are you all wet now Bambi?”

You whined in response, torn between wishing he’d do something and feeling conflicted over if this was okay. Bucky kissed up your thigh, sensing your hesitation.

“You’re not doing anything wrong baby, let me see princess” he moved you to lie down on his table while he spread your thighs apart, pulling up the dress of your skirt to reveal your cotton panties. “You’re such a good girl” he whispered, rubbing the soaked material up and down the middle of your clothed cunt.

“You made a mess in your panties baby” Bucky smirked, pushing them aside, the sight of your soaked folds too much for him to bother with restraint. He needed your pussy fully exposed to him, pulling them down your legs and shoving your thighs apart. "Look at that Bambi, my poor baby is soaking"

You pouted at him while he groaned at your sweet scent, leaning down to part your folds, pressing a soft kiss right onto your clit making you gasp. His warm lips were soft on your most sensitive parts, the sensation addicting as he kissed you there again. "Your little button is so precious baby, are you gonna let daddy play with you there?"

"P-please" you nodded, choking on your words when he sealed his lips around your bud, suckling with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the table.

He's actually such a menace though. Cause imagine he gets you to touch his cock whenever he wants. Doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing. He'll push his hips forward letting you know how hard he is for you, pulling it out and helping you stroke him till he's cumming all over your hand. You're always so shy about it and he gets off on the way you try so hard to not stare even though your mouth is watering.

He plays with your clit like its his own personal toy. Whenever you're in his lap, he's sneaking his hand into your panties, rubbing lazy circles around your silky skin. Sometimes its not even fast enough to make you cum. He just loves the moans you make when he's touching you somewhere no one else is allowed to, rubbing your most intimate parts like he owns you.

Imagine the day he lets you to put your mouth on him. His precious Bambi scared to suck cock but he's there to help her, parting her little pouty lips to slip his swollen tip till it hits her throat.

Don't even get me started on the day you first have sex. How much he's gonna coddle you in bed, reassuring you theres nothing dirty about the fact that his dick is stretching your cunt apart, all while playing with your clit making you squeal. Theres nothing filthy about how much cum he's going to flood you with. Nothing debauched about the way his heavy balls hit her ass or about the way it all feels so good, he's gonna fill you up again.

"D-daddy, are you sure?"

"Very sure Bambi, you're still my good girl"

After all how can something that feels this good be wrong?

[vilnmelling]

NPMD Digital Ticket details!

Since not every can/can afford to/wants to buy the Digital Ticket for Nerdy Prudes Must Die (and the bonus material that comes with the purchase), for your inclusion purposes, here's a list of fun background details, funny moments and comments made in the track commentary, for you to use however you like!

Ruth doesn't actually need to wear her headgear anymore, but she wears it anyway because it makes her feel safe.

Jeff pitched a Nightmare Time episode about the problematic puppy from Steph's verse of High School Is Killing Me, meaning there is a story there.

In the line, "I learned that at the anti bullying assembly last month, fucknugget!" there's a long pause before "Fucknugget!" which really makes it sound like Max forgot to insult Richie and just threw the word out.

All of the little noises Ruth makes, she makes because she has more she wants to say, but she can't say them (presumably due to anxiety).

In the proshot, you can't see fully how low Richie goes while he and Ruth sneak up on Peter, but Jon is fully crouched down. He then uses Pete's pockets and elbows to climb up like he's climbing a mountain (he mimes using a pick or axe to get good hold).

While Steph is talking, Ruth and Richie try their best to hear through the phone by getting as close as they can to it.

The reason Max and Jason were in the Pasqualli's parking lot is that they were practicing their skateboarding. They do that at Pasqualli's instead of at school/at a skatepark because they don't want the smoke club and skater kids to make them look like noobs. (This was a cut bit from the Pasqualli's scene).

The line, "Some big... dumb... sexy... football star" is expanded. In the Digital Ticket, Grace says, "Some big... dumb... sexy... sweaty... hot... well-spoken... beautifully tall football star."

When they're in the boys bathroom, Steph jumps to see over the stalls.

Richie Naruto runs when they're going to Waylon Hall. Pete slaps his hands down, but after they pause to look at the house, Richie looks over his shoulders at Pete a couple of times before darting away from him, once again Naruto running.

Richie stops in the door at the Waylon Place, so Pete pushes him inside.

Ruth and Richie speak at the same time when they say, "I'm allergic to deodorant" and "I have overactive sweat glands."

Ruth goes straight to Richie to complain after the "pus in my pits" exchange with Steph.

When Steph suggests saying there's a party at the Waylon Place, Pete, Ruth and Richie all react negatively (mostly nervously groaning).

While Grace sings the "He's just a nerd in disguise!" line, Richie can be seen practicing the first move of the Bully the Bully dance.

After Ruth says, "We're gonna cut off his nips!" you can see Steph look confused and ask, "What?"

While Pete and Richie talk in the Waylon Place ("Am I reading as ghost or Lin Manuel Miranda" & "She came all the way out here just for you."), Ruth and Steph discuss and practice Ruth's skeleton moves.

Richie gets stuck in the dangling parts of Pete's costume when he says, "You could just hit it and quit it, bro!" He then aggressively detangles himself.

The line "He's just really fucking brave!" comes from Richie being jealous that he's not that brave.

Richie hypes Ruth up a bit after Max says her skeleton bit was really special.

Grace hides behind Ruth while Max is dying.

Richie rolls his eyes when Grace says "It was an act of god!" (Similarly, Shapiro sighs and looks away in disbelief when Grace later says "It was god's plan!")

Pete gags when Grace says "Hack all his limbs off." Richie can also be seen gagging and holding his stomach several times.

Ruth hands Max's nipples over to Grace after cutting them off.

Jeff Blim is the principal of Hatchetfield High. Not a character of Jeff's, just Jeff himself.

Brenda still seems quite judgmental after the two weeks have passed. She makes a lot of not-quite-friendly faces when the football team's talking about Richie smelling bad.

When Richie struggles to remove the Zeke the Fightin' Nighthawk costume, he accidentally removes his jacket as well, leading to Jon having to put it back on (which he also struggles with) (and which creates a funny situation, since Richie was supposed to go shower).

Richie seems to have hurt his leg by the second fall in Nerdy Prudes Must Die (the song).

After Steph tells Grace to "Leave Ruth alone!" in the principal's office, Ruth tries to grab Steph's hand.

The wig Joey wears when he plays Dan Reynolds isn't Dan's real hair. Dan Reynolds wears a toupée.

Trevor and Angela's drama student encourage each other after they finish rehearsing.

Additional line when Grace is lying to Shapiro: "Suddenly, I remembered a crucial detail that made everything make sense. A picture came flashing into my mind, like I was Enola Holmes!"

"My dad sells women shoe! Shoes!"

Angela misses the chair at Beanie's and falls on her ass, leading to her, Joey and Mariah (mostly Mariah) breaking character.

During The Summoning, Tinky focuses ONLY on Pete. The entire time, he looks like he's restricting himself from lunging out and attacking him. At one point, he points at the Bastard's Box while staring at Pete.

90% of the time during The Summoning, Pokey's staring at his own mask.

Steph facepalms after Max says "That's nasty! ... I like it!"

[anantaru]

synopsis. you're in a changing room trying on lingerie while rich boy aventurine admires you <3 dry humping n getting spoiled

cw. ⪩⪨ [ex]plicit, rich boy au, rich boy aventurine, reader wears lingerie, fingering & dry humping, fem! reader

somewhere amongst the fancy to love and favor you, rich boy aventurine has a habit of spoiling you without hindrance— at bottom, in the glow of his eyes, he views life as nonsense without a substance much deeper than that of materialistic possessions, all the more reason as to why you were the most valuable to the blonde.

rich boy aventurine walks you through the countless stores that were flashing the most luxurious brands— expensive bags and purses, or what about an avant-garde necklace for it to fit the other accessories? you hum, teeth sinking into your glossed lip as aventurine urges you to make him purchase it all.

your mind falls down into an emotion you could never get tired of, "this one? yeah?" aventurine says with a nasty grin, almost like he needed you to tell him again, this time a little harder, a little more sensual. his body language was becoming more excited, agitated in a way where he was struggling to hold himself back.

rich boy aventurine watches the shop workers help you get all glammed up for him, so eye-catching and entrancing until his mouth waters at the luring sight once you let him step closer, his observant gaze noting how the lingerie digs and moves in keeping with your skin.

"fuck..." his voice was much the same as gravel, saturated within a mirage of intense cadences dipped in swelling lust as he admires you, shortly after reaching one palm towards his groin to adjust himself a little.

the fancy material of your lingerie hugs up on your body as it was crafted for you, your skin glowing as you're beautifully showing off the exclusive garments that must've been used to create it, fitting you like it's only made for you to wear, for you to enjoy and aventurine to look at, the crystal-glazed necklace on your neck too, leaving nothing concealed.

rich boy aventurine cannot take his eyes off you, seeing you like this formed a thrilling mist of coveting desire inside of the small changing room, blanketing both of your bodies inside a warm conceal.

and how deeply he yearned to get a taste of you, endlessly worship your skin with his strong arms and frame your figure with them tight. aventurine believes you're so graceful when you let him spoil you in such striking manner.

like a dangerous drug, he would describe the excitement he felt whenever he was visiting multiple lavish stores to buy you exorbitant garments, barely holding himself back at the thought of ripping them off your skin later.

the dressing room was too tiny to fit two people, but the both of you made it work somehow— always, with cold glass you're being pressed at, the attention on your plushy ass growing stronger as you feel his agitated erection grind into you. he practically salivates at how he can see the reflection of you two in the mirror when he presses and fucks you through his clothes, two calloused hands holding you in place while you're sneakily brushing your fleshy ass back into his groin.

"baby, oh baby... can't wait to rip that off you…" aventurine lets out a pathetic, little whine followed by a deep rumble emitting from his throat— slowly adding a leisurely tempo to his pace as he humps his clothed sex into your ass before his tongue lewdly licks across the back of your neck.

rich boy aventurine won't stop until he's felt you up everywhere, entirely, he glissades one hand from your breasts to your stomach until settling on your clothed pussy, the small twine of fabric snuggled up between your wet folds was sitting perfectly, which gave him an optimal way to rub your cunt in erratic circles, his adams apple bobbing before he whispers your his name at his fingers gathering your slick.

your head slants back at the new, satisfying impact of two rough digits mounting over your squelching pussy— a marvel of bliss spiking your blood the moment he'd alternate between stimulating your warm cunt, lapping his tongue up and down your neck while humping his thick, clothed member into your plush ass.

it's so crowded in that small changing room, you fear aventurine might rip your new lingerie apart if he's continuing with this— how much you hope he does, it's always a pleasure when he fucks the literal clothes off you, not to mention how pretty he looks with his shirt sticking to his chest, exposing his defined abs.

most deliciously, you were certain that there must be a couple shop workers noticing the deafening noises coming from your area— what else was there to do for them other than listening to what filthy scenes were happening? while only wishing it was them instead.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify, claim as your own

[h0neylevi]

post-war, canonverse, semi-public sex, fingering, fem!reader, some light degradation, dry humping, MDNI

w/c: ~ 1630

Everything has been so new lately.

Moving to Marley after the war had been an easy decision, but that didn’t mean the physical act of settling into a new place wasn’t without its hurdles. Mostly, it was about adjusting—getting used to the advances in technology that wasn’t present on Paradis. Telephones, cars, radios, even electric stoves were commonplace things that Levi still marveled at.

And then, there was also you.

More specifically, the way you’d both found yourselves quite suddenly thrust into a life after war, a life without titans and the looming threat of death hanging over your heads like a dense fog. 

As former comrades, it only made sense once the smoke cleared to navigate this new world together. And Levi was more than happy to experience all manner of firsts at your side.

It’s through this different layer of companionship that Levi learns so many new things about you. How you like your eggs in the morning, how tired you get after having too much pasta, the way the hair at the back of your head always sticks up the next day if you go to sleep with it still wet. He learns how you organize your books on your shelves (by size) and how when you’re having a bad day and tell him to leave you alone, you don’t actually mean it.

He’s always known how to make you laugh, but after eight months of living together under the same roof, he learns how to make you moan. It’s a sound he’d like to bottle forever, the sight of your body arched beneath him a vision too precious to look away for even a second. Even with only one good eye, he soaks it in like you’re a dream that’ll fade if he blinks.

He learns that he likes kissing, and you do too. So, when you lean across the center console of his brand new car at Marley’s drive-in movie theater one summer night, he doesn’t think much of it. At least, not until your hands start wandering and he finds himself pulled into the backseat.

You give him very little time to recover from the surprise of being pulled from his seat before your lips are on his again. The leather of the upholstery groans as you straddle his narrow waist and on instinct, Levi reaches out, eyes still closed as he guides you onto his lap.

His palm splays over the skirt of your dress, hiking it up a little in his haste. When he feels the fabric, he pulls away slightly.

He gently squeezes your thigh, watching the cloth bunch a little in his grasp. The sound of your breath hitching in your throat makes him look up. “What’s got you so worked up, hm?”

Above him, forming words feels borderline impossible. Not while his thumb is drawing circles on the inside of your thigh and he’s looking up at you through those delightfully full lashes. It strikes you that this facet of your relationship is still relatively new, so the warmth on your cheeks doesn’t feel out of place when you swallow around your meekness and say, “You.”

“Me?” Levi’s brows raise, but he thinks he gets it. The moment you’d walked out of your room in this little number, his mind had gone straight to the gutter.

Like he’s revisiting the memory, his hands begin to slowly trail every part of you his eyes drift over—thumbs tracing the tantalizing curve of your breasts, down the silky material over your waist before resting his palms on your hips. When he gives you another subtle squeeze, you roll against him, feeling the hardening outline of his cock through his trousers against your core.

“Can’t help it,” you breathe out slowly, like you're making every effort to remain composed, but the strain in your voice betrays the neediness beneath. 

Your palms drift over the soft fabric of his shirt, moving over firm muscle. They’re not as defined as they once were, but you relish in his solid warmth all the same. Enamored by him, always.

He lets you explore unimpeded. You’ve always been handsy—checking him for signs of injury or illness when he inevitably pushed himself too far during expeditions. Now he’s grown used to the way that protective tendency has turned into an act of appreciation and fondness. It makes something light and airy form in his chest when you lean down again to kiss him.

“These windows aren’t tinted,” he says a moment later. The warning is half-hearted and murmured mostly against your lips, in conflict with the way his hands keep you anchored where you are.

His feeble hesitation makes you laugh.

You settle further into his lap, nearly chest to chest now. You can feel the way his breathing has grown labored against you. “No one’s looking at us, Levi.”

It is dark, at least. He has enough sense still to acknowledge that the large screen up front will be capturing most peoples’ attention, even though it’s currently in an intermission right now. There are only fifteen minutes between the double features tonight. A shame, he thinks. When it comes to you especially, he always likes to take his time.

You move your attention to the curve of his jaw, peppering hot, pillowy kisses down the expanse of his neck before suckling the sensitive flesh of his clavicle, and every thought not focused on the present stops. 

He closes his eyes, caught between the feeling of your lips on his neck and your warm cunt gliding over his cockhead. Even through several layers of clothes, pleasure rushes through him with each rut of your hips. You’re so warm and pretty that it’s dizzying.

In retaliation, a thumb swipes over your clothed clit, and Levi smirks when your movements almost completely stop. Behind you, the large screen lights up and Levi watches in the soft blue light as you lean back slightly, mouth slightly agape in a silent gasp.

“Never took you for an exhibitionist,” he says, the reflection of the movie behind you mirrored in his unclouded iris.

Before you can say anything, he hooks two fingers around your panties and pulls them to the side, sliding the digits through the arousal that’s already beginning to soak into the cotton.

“I-I’m not,” you attempt to defend, but the protest comes out weak and shaky with his movements.

“Is that right?” Levi asks, his tone mildly condescending. “Well, the fact that you’re grinding on top of me right now says otherwise.”

The pressure of his fingers on your cunt makes it difficult to think. If you were in your right mind, you might be embarrassed about the way the windows have started to fog, but you can only be grateful for the extra coverage.

The air is thick and your body feels like it’s on fire. Every brush of Levi’s fingers on your skin sends you aflame. His injured hand anchors you in place, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the flesh of your hip while his other hand continues to pick you apart, making your knees quiver.

Your voice is a strained gasp against the shell of his ear. “Like you’re not hard already just from kissing.”

“I never said I wasn’t.”

The hand on your hip lowers, and for a moment you think he’s gesturing for you to get up, but the new position allows his other hand to slide down. Two fingers quickly bottom out inside your cunt.

Your features pinch with the effort it takes to keep yourself quiet.

“There you go,” Levi coos, smug as your fingers struggle for purchase on his shoulders. “Is that what you wanted?”

His cock, his fingers, his mouth. All three. You want to tell him that you’d gladly take anything he’d give you, but all you can do is pant uselessly into his neck and try to hold on.

“Couldn’t wait until we got home, hm?” Levi continues, his fingers pumping and curling in such a way to make you see stars in your vision. “Needy thing.”

You clench around him, spurred on by his words. “Levi.”

He keeps talking, undeterred. A glow appears in his eyes as you rock into his palm, meeting his movements. “Dirty girl, fucking my fingers like this in the open.”

Pleasure coils in your belly. You grasp helplessly against his sturdy neck, cheeks burning and nails dragging over the soft fuzz of his undercut as it continues to build and build. The pressure of his thumb on your clit pulls all of your muscles taut.

When your moans become wispy and delicate gasps of air, he knows you’re right on the edge.

“Let go, sweetheart,” Levi murmurs. “You can come.”

Your orgasm hits you like a train. With a single gasp of his name, you come undone. Levi holds you through it as you shudder and spasm, his free arm now wrapped around your waist.

When you pull back, your eyes are bleary and content. Every muscle in your body seems to relax against him.

Levi pulls his hand from between your legs. “Satisfied?”

“Mmm,” is all you can manage. The aftershocks still continue to wash over you, making you feel boneless and tired.

When they subside, you give him a quick peck and slide off of his lap, climbing back into the front passenger seat.

Levi follows with a grunt. When he settles back into the driver’s seat, he buckles his seatbelt and starts the car.

You turn, confused. “What are you doing? The movie isn’t over.”

Slowly, he eases out of the parking spot toward the exit. Just before he turns onto the road, he gives you an incredulous look.

“You think I can focus on anything else after that?” From the streetlight above, you can finally see the deep shade of pink tinting his neck and face. “I’m taking you home so I can really make you scream.”

[inklore]

COLIN BRIDGERTON IS A BOOB GUY.

He is the epitome of a boob guy, and he doesn’t even try to hide it either. Doesn’t stop himself from constantly needing a hand up your shirt to cup one of your boobs while the two of you cuddle or sleep. Doesn’t try to make excuses as to why he loves you wearing low cut tops. Loves the way your boobs spill out of a tight dress, or if a top is cut low enough, how the display of the skin between them makes his eyes constantly travel the expanse of said skin. 

The skin his mouth has been on a dozen times. The skin that his tongue has left a wet trail along on his way to one of your nipples. 

And when he can see those same nipples poke out against the fabric of your shirt, his jaw aches. 

His tongue runs along his dry lips, reaching for a drink to quench his dry mouth. To distract himself from leaning over and wetting the material of your top as his lips wrap around your clothed nipple—his teeth biting the sensitive peak until your chest is withering beneath him. 

You never knew how sensitive one’s chest could be. How a brush of a thumb against your hardened nipple could have you mewling. How the touch of a palm squeezing your breast could feel fucking amazing. 

Colin undeniably proving those things to you. 

Showing you just how sinful and torturous one’s mouth can be when it’s worshiping someone’s chest. When hands, tongue, and teeth have you soaking through your underwear, your pussy throbbing as if you’ve already come multiple times just from how good it feels. 

Spent.

And he’s barely touched you where you need him to. 

You’d think such acts would stay in the bedroom. Not leak their way out and have him acting up in public. 

But Colin Bridgerton is not a subtle man. 

And you look too damn good for him to not act up. 

To not stare longer than is appropriate when you’re in public. To not chew on his bottom lip when you bend over, reach for something that makes your boobs press together, brush your chest against his when you pass him to get to the other side of the room. 

Or if he’s feeling even more devious and wanting, his thumb rubbing small, slow circles against the fabric of your top. Right where your nipple grows hard. Right in the middle of a group of people, where it looks to them, a husband or lover is embracing his beloved. Shielding her from someone passing. Telling her a secret. About to lean in for a kiss. 

Definitely not making her swallow down the small gasps that cave in her lungs from the feel he is copping. 

From the breath at the shell of her ear when he whispers, “let’s go home.” 

Home. 

Where he strips you down and worships your body like he’s studying it to have it carved into stone. Studying it like he’ll never get to touch it again. Like this might be his last day on earth, and by god, he’s going to take his time, going to touch, kiss, lick, and bite every part of you he knows will illicit the filthiest of noises. The sweetest of moans. The heaviest of breaths. 

Both of his hands holding a handful of your breasts, a thumb and forefinger playing with one nipple while his mouth sucks and nips at the other. 

The more he does so, the more sensitive you become. The more you beg him to touch your pussy. To fuck you. To stop moving the underside of his cock against your wetness while he marks up your chest—devours, claims, moans against the peaks that have made him delirious all day—and push inside of you. 

To make you come around him if only to stop this torture. 

And when he finally does, when you’ve come enough times for him to be satisfied and your body to feel hot and heavy with sedation against him, he’ll grin against your lips. Run a hand across your forehead, down your cheek, fingers cupping your jaw. 

“I need to see you covered in me.” 

You don’t have to question what he means. Don’t have to give him permission other than the breathy gasp he swallows down with his mouth pressing to yours. You know what he wants. What he’s craved all day. 

When he pulls out of you, your pussy feels swollen and hollow—like you lost the thing that was making you feel whole. 

But the need is still building back up. Still there even after your body has been built up and tumbled down already tonight. It’s hard for your body not to react to Colin moving up it, placing his wet cock between the expanse of your chest, pushing your boobs together, and letting out the weakest moan when he starts to move. 

His hips stuttering even though he’s just started. His mouth hung open as he watches the way his cock moves against your skin. Between your beautiful breasts.

Eyes flashing up to yours, making your own moan fall from your lips at how big his blue eyes shine with desire. How all it takes is your tongue snaking out from between your lips and moving against the head of his cock once, twice, when his hips thrust forward, for a guttural groan to shake his chest and his come painting across your skin. 

And once he can think straight, once his breath isn’t heaving from his lungs and he’s looking like a tortured man, he wraps a hand around his still hardened cock and smears the come at his tip against your nipple. 

Both your mouths twitching from released breaths. 

“You are beautiful.” He says as he admires his come on your chest, before his eyes meet yours with a smile. 

[glossgojo]

long hair // jake sim x reader smut

busanking photo credit edited by me

MDNI: oral fem recieving, pu$$y drunk jake, teasing jake, dom jake, sub AFAB reader, pet names (princess, baby, angel cuz y/n makes me cringe sometimes), long haired jake bias wrecked me at fate plus, lemme know if u want a part two i could go on and on ab <3

“step away from the scissors.” your voice came out a lot more stern and harsh than you intended but it had its own effect, jake sharply turning away from the mirror and setting down the offending tool and moving toward you ready to apologize and grovel like he should.

“princess the company said it’s getting too long, just a little off won’t hurt right?” his arms looped around your waist, tugging you towards him and pouting down at you. the bathroom of the hotel you were staying for the night was connected to your shared room, did he really think you’d let him get away with it so easily? at least now you were out of the crime scene, closer to bed where you could lull him to sleep. you wouldn’t concede to his whining or whatever the fuck the company wanted.

“no you-no it’s perfect as it is.” you gave him your best puppy dog eyes, wide and round as you looked up at him pitifully. as if you hadn’t just demanded he set down the scissors.

“you can do it for me, just an inch baby please?” his hands were lingering, tracing the back of your spine, thumb brushing against the small sliver of skin on your hip that your low rise skirt exposed. he was hypnotizing you, getting his way slowly and you hated that he was still sweaty with his hair styled from the concert. his voice gravelly from use and you wanted nothing but to give in to him. and he could see you were conceding from how your wide pretty eyes fluttered from his touch, how your hand absent mindedly bunched up the material of his shirt.

“nuh uh, it’s your hair you can do whatever you want to it, i won’t partake in a crime.” you pouted and attempted to stomp away, his finger hooking under the band of your skirt .

“don’t be mad angel, at least tell me why it would be so bad.” he turns you by the hips towards him, standing less close than before but still close enough to smell his maddening cologne mixed with sweat. even his sweat smelled good to you, you were a goner. a lost cause.

“are you fishing for compliments jake sim?” you narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest and jake’s eyes unabashedly trailed to your now propped up cleavage. you fought an eye roll at his actions, was he insecure after the show? like thousands of girls weren’t screaming their lungs out when he raked his long hair back.

“no besides that you think it looks good, do i not look good in shorter hair?” so your pretty boy was actually a bit insecure. maybe you shouldn’t have been so dramatic. he was the hottest man you’d ever seen and not to mention you were in love with him, if he was bald you’d still find him attractive.

“of course you do…it’s just…it’s like my anchor.” you mumbled out the last bit, eyes looking away from him as your cheeks heated. really you’d been thinking about it since you saw the scissors.

“your anchor?” jake was actually confused by you, he wasn’t teasing you and the realization made you blush more. maybe you were more perverted than you thought.

“you know when my mind is being blown having something to hold onto helps.” and how badly you would miss having something to hold onto as jake’s nose and mouth pressed against where you needed him most and made you see stars.

jake’s furrowed brows of confusion eased out as his expression morphed into a smug smile. oh god you were fucked now. “is that right baby? i can’t take that away from you can i?” he was smiling like a cat that had gotten its toy, walking closer to you as you stepped back, arms uncrossing as your legs hit the back of the bed. you almost fell backwards from the surprise of it and instead braced yourselves against his solid chest. looking up at him then was a recipe for disaster as his dark eyes narrowed and laser focused on your lips. were they always this puffy? had you been gnawing at them? his poor baby all stressed about his hair.

“ake-“ you warned, a little terrified by the look in his eyes and also too turned on to stop him. you knew that look, it always ended with you passing out from exhaustion and him still not being done after you lost count of how many rounds, orgasms, screams of his name.

“come on baby, i gotta see it to believe it.” he bit his lip at your small hands feebly pressed against his pecs. you were sure you were soaked below, you’d never live it down. his leg slotted between yours, pushing up against your underwear, wearing a skirt was another cause for jake to lose his composure very quickly.

“please-“ your soft voice didn’t need to say much more, as his hands pushed you down, kneeling in front of you as you now sat on the bed. his head between your legs faster than you could grasp what was happening. his veined hands squeezed the plush of your thighs, your knee highs only covered the skin visible to the world, the rest for his pleasure. he loved when you wore skirts, but it made him unrulier. you still remembered when you wore a particularly short one and you both fucked in the green room before a show.

“pretty baby, how could i take anything from you?” you squirmed in his hold, the vibrations from his deep voice against your inner thighs made you even needier. his soft lips pressed to the sensitive skin.

“jake-.” his left hand pressed your hip down as you bucked in his hold, his tongue teasing the edge of your underwear not delving under the fabric where you needed him.

“what do ya need baby?” he loved hearing you say it, confirming you were just as gone as him.

“your mouth please.” and that was enough for him, usually he wanted specifics but tonight he wanted to taste the sweet scent that was already teasing his senses. he pressed a adoring kiss against your clothed core before weaving his arms under your thighs and pulling you against him, one of your legs was resting on his shoulders now the other spread for him to slot into.

he kissed at your underwear not giving up the chance to tease you, “so wet already baby.” jake could feel himself grow hard in his pants, losing himself slowly to your taste.

he couldn’t take much more teasing himself any more as he pulled your underwear off you, shoving up your skirt and inspecting your pretty cunt under the dim beside lamp light. his second favorite girl shone in the light, red and puffy and slick with need. you squirmed from his attention, feeling ashamed from his eye contact and he quickly dove in, giving into the meal in front of him. his thick tongue purposefully collected your slick before circling your perked up clit. you whined at the contact, hands flying to his hair and the smug fucker smiled against you. despite your whines you were purposefully grinding against his mouth, his soft pillowy lips kissing you slowly.

“taste so sweet, need more.” he was already drunk off you, tongue licking up everything he could as his nose clumsily bumped against your clit making you clutch his dark strands a bit tighter. he noticed that, now surging so his sharp nose grinded against your clit. your fingers twitched as the obscene sound of his devouring of you filled the air. he was sloppy and in a craze, eating you like you were his last meal on earth. your quiet sighs were music to his ears and the taste of your ichor staining the back of his teeth made his head dizzy. his eyes fluttered closed as he hummed against your cunt, like he’d taken a bite of his favorite ice cream. one of his hands left your hip and traveled down to your inner thigh. the cold of his rings made you shiver in his hold.

it was all too much, he kissed against your folds, sloppily making out with your cunt as two of his lithe fingers entered you, curling up and filling you instantly. you clenched around him as more slick poured out of you, jake quickly drinking it in and pulling more out of you. his mouth moved fervently against you, tongue delving into where his fingers drew moans of his name from you. he fucked and stretched you out, never quite letting you get where you needed. the combination of his nose, fingers, and mouth made you reach your climax closer than ever. his fingers moved in and out you, you embarrassingly kept pouring out straight into his mouth and clenching around his fingers. as he felt you getting closer he removed his fingers, pulling you flat against his face as his tongue fucked you instead, his nose bumping your clit as he moved back and forth and making you scream his name as you came hard on his tongue. all he could breath was you, hear was you, taste was you, his eyes fervently looking at each piece of you, his hands roaming the plush of your thighs. jake thought he could die happily between your legs.

once your back had stopped arching and your mind came back to earth you realized your needy boyfriend was still lapping at your juices, your sensitive cunt making you whine at his touch. you shoved at his forehead with your fingers still in his hair, a few strands of his long bangs fell into his face with his chin and lips shining in the light from your wetness and you felt yourself grow hot at the image. you were so glad you told him to put down the scissors.

“come on baby one more, can’t get enough of your taste.” he licked his fingers clean, eyes shuttering close as he moaned at the taste. you clenched on air as your pussy drunk boyfriend begged for another round. you knew it was never just one more round, it would be at least four with you falling asleep with his dick inside you.

“but what about cutting your hair?” you wanted him to admit defeat and his eyes shone at your words, smile lifting his puffy lips.

“princess i meant it when i said i’d never take anything away from you.” he smiled wide at you that puppy smile that was entirely too endearing and you almost forgot he was still between your legs. you whined a bit at his words, thankful and a little bit dazed from how insane his statement was. yeah you lost the bratty attitude pretty fast, you’d go for as many rounds as he needed, because you needed it too.

[stargazedwinchester]

Friendship Bracelets ♡ Sam

Inspired by @promptsbytaurie #72 “What’s a friendship bracelet?”

Summary: You and Sam make friendship bracelets for each other.

Word count: 762

You sat comfortably on the sofa, a huge, cream blanket engulfing you. An episode of Gilmore Girls is playing and you’re engrossed in it. Currently, Rory has lost a bracelet that Dean had made for her, and she’s frantically trying to find it.

“Hey,” Sam greets, and you turn around and smile at him. “Hi.” You shuffle your feet up closer to your torso to make room for him. “What’re you watching?” He asks, grunting as he sits down. You rearrange your feet so they’re tucked behind his lower back. He takes a part of the blanket and lays it across his lap. “Gilmore Girls. You ever heard of it?”

“No, I haven’t, actually. What is… what the fuck?” He proclaims, and you look at him before darting your eyes back at the TV.

“Look, Sammy, he looks just like you.” You chuckle, pointing at Dean Forester.

Sam’s eyebrows furrow. His eyes concentrate on the kid on the screen. You watch him analyse the character in front of him. Dean goes on about a bracelet that Rory had lost and gets angry with her. A character called Jess had originally taken it from her bedroom. Rory talks about the bracelet that Dean made for her and Sam tuts. “I don’t get it. Why is he so upset?” He asks genuinely, obviously confused from not knowing a thing about the show beforehand.

“So,” you start, sitting up cross-legged and you face Sam. “Dean made Rory a bracelet because he loves her. She’s secretly in love with Jess, who’s a massive dickwad, but I love him. He’s great.” You smile at him, and he chuckles at you, gushing over Jess.

“So you’ve seen this before?” Sam questions, and you nod. “When it gets to wintertime, it’s the Earth’s way of telling me to rewatch Gilmore Girls.” You say when an idea sparks in your head. “How about we make friendship bracelets for each other?”

“What’s a friendship bracelet?”

“What do you mean?” You query, unsure of what he means by that. “No, seriously. What is it? I’ve never heard of it before.” He turns to face you. His innocent face and puppy-dog eyes make your heart melt. You explain to him what one is, and he agrees to make one for you.

After a couple of days, you had gathered materials from various craft stores and what you could find around the bunker. It’s enough to make a tweed bracelet for Sam. You attempted to dye it a navy blue, but it went darker than you thought. You found a few YouTube tutorials on how to make a pattern out of tweed and adding little charms along it. A spaced out row of patterned silver spaces and in the middle it spells ‘BFF’. You tried your hardest with what you had and the minimal craft stores around town.

You make your way up to Sam’s bedroom door. You knock lightly before entering. He’s sat on the edge of his bed, fiddling with what looks like your bracelet. He glances up at you before a proud smile creeps up on his face. Sam tucks his hair behind his ear and laughs nervously. “I tried my best, but…” He stands up, towering over you. “That’s the whole point, you big idiot.” You look up at him, his cute face lights up at your comment. You both trade bracelets and you can’t hide the smile on your face. Examining the bracelet, you see that he must have been very thorough with making this as the beads hang on an elastic string, with small, yellow stars and pink hearts sit together and make a pattern. In between it has 2 initials, SW, then another two. Yours.

You can’t help but laugh at the effort that he had put in, knowing he’s never done this before in his life. And you’re the first person he could do it with. Sam looks down at you, clearly proud of what he’s made. “Do you like it?” He asks, and you nod excitedly. “Do you like yours?” You hope for him to reply the same way, and he does. “I love it. Thank you for telling me about this. It was weirdly fun.” He admits, pulling it onto his wrist. You help him tie it up, and you put your bracelet on afterwards.

You both stand in front of each other, admiring the handiwork of each other’s bracelets.

“I guess we’re twins now.” A childlike smile forms upon his face.

“Yeah, besties for life!” You exclaim, looking up at him with adoration.

[vampzzi]

Hello! Would you write a Hobie x reader shot, where the reader had a fight and it was Hobie's turn to patch her up, also kind of Nsfw and comforting please? ;3 lots of praise please hehehe

cw ; semi detailed injury + wound handling, very fluffy, p in v, praise, not proof read, kinda angsty? , I’m sleepy and I got carried away

Can’t breath, your lungs burned as you stumbled through the alleyway. Your spidey senses weren’t even up to par but you needed to go. Building up enough energy to swing into Hobie’s apartment before gliding against his floor with a thud. You laid again the cool floor as it was ice cold against your warm skin, catching your breath as Hobie opened the door to see you slumped.

He was quick to walk to you and kneel down, holding a hand to help you up. “Wha' 'appened?” He spoke as he helped you sit down before looking wiring his room for something to patch you up. Your side was cut as it bled out into the material of your costume.

“A fight with a villain, just a little scratch” you were panting as Hobie looked back at you “a “li''le” scra'ch? you’re jokin” He’s coming back to you with a gauze and something to clean up the blood, ““pu' 'his 'ere while i go ge' some'hing””. Handing you a cloth as you put it on the cut, Hobie is leaving the room for a brief moment but you can hear water running.

You get comfortable while he’s gone in the bathroom as you assume. Focusing on your breathing, there’s a lot of adrenaline running through your veins still from the intensity of that fight. Your skin is becoming less warm and you can actually catch a breath as you look up to see Hobie running back in the room with a wet cloth.

You lift the dry one off as he’s kneeling down to clean your cut, flinching at the contact because of how sensitive the cut is. A stinging sensation being unpleasant as it courses through your whole body. “you could’ve called for backup love”. He’s applying the gauze on as you don’t look at him “I didn’t wanna dependent on anyone. I had it under control” he knows you’re rolling your eyes at him and he just shakes his head.

“you could’ve go' bloody killed” Hobie tries not to raise his voice at you cause he’s never had to raise his voice. “A chance, I was willing to take to protect my city.” Hobie knew you were dedicated to being Spider-Woman but the thought of losing you made him nauseous.

It’s dead sielnt but Hobie speaks up “You know i care abou' you” facing him when he says that “I know you do Hobie, you wouldn’t have patched me up if you didn’t.” He’s biting at his lip piercings “You’re righ', bu' le' me show you 'ah much i care abou' you”.

His lips on yours, the cool metal against your warm lips as you kiss. It’s not entirely heated but feels more passionate, he’s bringing you into his lap as you kiss. You feel small in his lap as the kiss is broken and his hands are on your sides.

““ge' 'his off, now” he’s referring to your suit as you’re pulling it off and he’s helping as it’s discarded. Resuming being back on his lap, his hands trail down from your chest to your panty line. His piercing against your collarbone as he kisses it, his teeth sink in as whimper escapes your lips.

“Such a good girl, le''in me 'ave my way wi'h 'er” Hobie’s hands is finding their way in your underwear as he plays with your slick, sticky stain in the front of garments as he sinks two fingers with ease. Hands finding their way gripping on his shirt as you bury your face in it. “Lemme see my pre''y girl, cmon” you whine as his fingers don’t move, quick to look at him as he smirks at your face.

Eyes blown with lust and desperation, without another word he’s moving his fingers inside of your walls. Moaning out his name while you clench down on his fingers with a cry. The way he scissors his fingers inside you makes you throw your head back “gonna cum on my fingers? make a mess on 'hem gawgeous”

Clamping down on his fingers as he touches that sweet spots inside you as you cum. Broken springs of nothing but his name come out as he plays with your hair with his other hand. Fingers still thrusting inside of you to help ride out your orgasm.

When his fingers pull out, he’s bringing them up to his mouth as he sucks on them. “Taste fuckin’ amazing” you’re already fucked out but he shuffling as he’s pulling his cock. You look at it and look at him “Ready?” Nodding as he has a hand on your waist helping guide you down on his cock as you both moan together.

Sinking down to the base with another delicious cry, there’s no time wasted before he fucks up into you “fuck me back slut'”. You’re obeying as you bounce, his cock kisses places you haven’t or anyone else has ever explored before. As you can’t stop the loud moans that escape your lips, Hobie bites his lip at the sight.

“you’re 'akin i' so well” the praise does stuff to your mind as you guys fuck like animals. It only takes a few more thrust before you’re cumming again. Gripping his shoulder as your moans are mumbled into his shirt. He fucks up into you before it tips into overstimulation and you whine out. “Fuck Hobie..I didn’t know you could fuck like that”

He’s pulling out with a wet sound as he lets you lay down before he pulls putting his pants back on. “I’m full of surprises luv” he’s getting back into bed with you as he wraps an arm around you “Bu' you okay?” You look at him with a tired smile “I’m more than okay.”

[l0enelies-t]

𝐻𝑆𝑅 ✈︎ “𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒!”

（ 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 / 𝘚𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴 ）

— 𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘓𝘜𝘋𝘌𝘚： { 𝘋𝘙． 𝘙𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰， 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢， 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯． } { 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘕𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭／𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦．}

— 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ：𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨，𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦／𝘕𝘴𝘧𝘸，𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨，𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴，𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 （𝘺𝘬𝘺𝘬）, 𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬．

[ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.]

𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍’𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀: Yᴇs ʏᴇs... ⵊ sᴀɪᴅ ⵊ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴏʙɪɴ NSFW ᴀʟᴘʜᴀʙᴇᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ⵊ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ʙʟᴀsᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪᴅᴇᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ sᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ʜᴏʟᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ 😭. ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ ᴡᴇᴇᴘ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴀsᴛɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

— [DR. RATIO]

Teasing Vertias is quite easy when you’re in an intimate relationship with him. When you do tease him, it’s always in private since he doesn’t favor PDA too much. That being said Ratio always either teased you back later that same day or just ignores it, typically when he’s really fixated on something. If he needs to, he will step in and tell you to stop, in which you always do.

Many times, you sit with him in his office while he works, sculpt, or solve problems, where it could be world problems, math problems, even problems with Aventurine and Topaz. When he's not doing that, Vertias enjoys your company and spends time reading and talking with you. It was no different on this particular day. His hand entwined with yours as he held a book, focused on the words, his eyes moving slowly yet thoroughly over them. Vertias always looked attractive to you when he read or was concentrating on something, it makes you feel special that he’s more paitent with you compared to other people, not surprisingly since your his significant other and you are just as paitent with him. He feels your hand suddenly slipping away but his expression remains the same, without even slightly shifting because he assumed you would get up to go do something else, such as looking at his work on the blackboard or the sculptures he made, but boy was he wrong.

Your hand moves slowly to his crotch after crawling up to his leg to massage his thigh muscle. His eyes dart from his book to you, and his breath hitches a little.

“Must you not as i’m taking my time to read?” Vertias sneers in his charming voice, sounding less angry and more annoyed at your teasing, as well as the fact that he made an incorrect calculation. He starts to struggle with the touch, losing attention from his book and squirming in his seat, your eyes watching him. He became frustrated when he felt your hands rubbing his groin and became hard beneath them. He looks at the locked door, as if planning an idea. That being done, Vertias turns to face you, putting down his book, taking your hand and holding it above your head as he lays you on your back and spreads your legs apart with his knee. One hand flicked the material of your panties under your skirt. His hands caress your sensitive spot. Ratio suddenly slides your panties to the side, thrusting two fingers inside.

Soon after a few minutes of thrusting in and out quickly, he takes his hand away not even letting you finish or anything, Returning back into his place and picking his book up again, flicking his hand of any wetness in the process. You pout at him for edging you like that, but your only answered with a smirk.

“Now you know how I felt, don’t you?”

— [ROBIN]

Teasing Robin never seemed to cross your mind since her innocent look says she wouldn’t be into any activity regarding sex. You’ve made out with her before but that was all there is to it. You’ve wanted to talk to her about it to see if she was fine with having sex since obviously consent is key, but she gave a lot of hints that she was ready to do so already. Robin often smirks at you, make out more passionately with you, putting her hands on your thigh, and other things. It was confusing and you didn’t know when you’ll have the courage to ask her.

You were in the her dressing room, helping Robin get ready for her next show which was in 30 minutes.

“Hey love, could you please help me zip this dress up? I just can’t seem to get it.” Her sweet voice muffled, coming from the dressing room. Like a good partner, you go to where the voice called out for you, moving the red curtain out of the way as you walked. There she was, patiently waiting for you to help. As her smile widen, a wink soon followed. “I really hope you like the song I’m going to sing, it was inspired by you.” Robin chuckled, looking into your eyes from the mirror. You smile back at her, diverting your attention to the dress zipper.

Her bare skin looked soft, a little pink on her back bones and where her wings started. Feathers trailed from her starting wing bone to midway of her back. “Please hurry, I know the show is in a hour but… I want to give my affection to you before we depart.” Robin reminded you. You nodded in understanding but still wondered… where was the most sensitive part of a halovian’s wings?

There came an idea, you could find out yourself. Putting your finger on the back of her neck, then trailing down her back gently. Robin flinched from the cold then warmed up to it. Her eyes meet yours in the mirror, asking if this was okay for you to do.

“Yes, I knew you wanted to see my wings anyways. Quickly though, please.” She whispered to your gesture.

You nod once again, hands going to the top of her wings then rolling them back and forth, ruffling the feathers. A sigh and moan exited her mouth, her hands gripping her dress. That mustve been it, where she was sensitive. Your palms moved faster against her wings before stopping abruptly and going to zip the dress up.

‘Zipppp!’

Robin looked at you in shock, eyes half lidded. “You’re such a tease!” She playfully scoffed, giggling as her wings cover her mouth. “I’ll get back at you and I won’t be going ea—.” Her voice cooed as she turned around and got closer to your face.

A loud knock from outside the room interrupted Robin’s sentence. “Miss Robin! You’re to be on stage in 20 minutes!” A voice yelled out. “Please hurry up!”

“Already? I guess this will have to wait.” Robin sighed.

— [HANYA]

The judge of the Ten-Lords Commission never seemed to have any energy nor courage to do anything but work her life away. Hanya tries to show that she loves you while also trying to keep her job going at the same time, but due to the stress of maintaining her personal life and professional life, it can cause her to think that maybe having a partner isn’t a good idea. Her sister, Xueyi, always tries to set things up so you and Hanya can have a stable relationship, such as covering for her and making you two cuddle and lounge at home comfortably. Hell, she even recommends you do most of the work since Hanya isn’t good at doing that. This could include you writing something in her notebook and she’ll read it when you aren’t around, or maybe getting her tea or coffee to help her stay awake. Either way she’s very grateful that you’re willing to stay with her despite these issues and flaws.

Like always Hanya was stressing with a case today and she ignored you unintentionally, saying “Yes…” or “Mhm..” when you ramble to her. She didn’t even look up to greet you or at least tell you she’s listening. It was infuriating and you wanted her to pay attention to you, but anything you tried didn’t work. Xueyi was too busy to help, so now you’re left on your own to get Hanya to be with you. Therefore, you’ll have to use intimacy to get her to turn her head to you.

Walking into the room with a cup of tea you brought for her, you saw Hanya on the floor with her Oracle Brush, looking through records and papers. It was messy and she didnt acknowledge your existence in her proximity.

You walked closer and closer to her, feeling an intense aura coming from her. Nobody had ever seen her like this before, she was stressed… very stressed. You called her name, no answer. You tried again, she couldn’t hear you at all. Soon, she felt an arm wrap around her waist and she snapped out of her trance.

“[Name]? I can’t… love. I’m too busy, maybe later.” Hanya says in an irritated tone, putting her Brush down and removing your arms and pushing them back softly. Well that hurts… your own wife didn’t want any affection and couldn’t even give any herself. One more try and maybe it’ll work.

You snuggle your face in the crook of her neck, kissing down from her neck and licking her bare shoulder, she doesn’t respond to the touch at all, still focusing on her work. Your hands move down her waist and to her thigh, touching her lower stomach. “[Name], I said not now.” She sternly says, but she doesn’t do anything about it. You sigh, whining in her ear, ‘Please Hanya… I’ve been waiting all week for you to do something with me. Don’t you have a lunch break soon..? Maybe a quickie? Pretty please?’.

Gosh Hanya didn’t like hearing your whines, but at the same time they made her feel a type of way inside her core. “I… I need to get this case done, then you can have me.” Hanya says a little uneasy, it was getting to her.

You assured her that you wanted to have her now, ‘Wouldn’t you love to have your hands all over me, I promise I’ll be at your mercy. It’ll be a good stress reliever’.

It was tempting, so tempting. She really wanted to satisfy you and herself, and you weren’t wrong about the fact it was a stress reliever… but she couldn’t tell what she wanted. She felt bad. “I suppose in a few minutes.” Hanya gave in to your whines. Afterall, you already had her worked up and she needed that quickie sooner or later.

20 Minutes went by, Hanya was done with a good portion the case work and that intense, and stressful aura was significantly decreased. She could finally go to you for that ‘stress reliever’. “Love, I’m finally almost finish, you said you wanted to…?” She turned around and saw you drinking tea. You told her you didn’t know what she was talking about. Hanya looked confused, she swore you just whined to her about how badly you wanted her to ‘play’ with you. And after some deep thought and confusion, she realized you just teased her with your words.

Hanya’s eyes widened and she started murmuring to herself before going back to her workplace, picking up the brush and going back to the case.

She didn’t talk to you for the rest of the day because of that, and for her to forgive you, you’re going to need HuoHuo and Xueyi for help.

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[mai-komagata]

why not neither?

I have seen this fandom idea that either galadriel manipulated halbrand into seeking power again and brought him back, or halbrand manipulated galadriel into all the events of season 1

I posit its neither. Or maybe it's both. But I don't think is as unbalanced a situation as people make it out to be.

Like i've seen this sort of feeling that halbrand is choosing to just go to numenor to have some peaceful retirement and was not gonna be evil sauron anymore... And like... where are people getting this? We see in episode s2e1 that as soon as Halbrand got his body he was gonna march to get his revenge on Adar half naked if need be. Then he ran into men escaping the southlands and thought better of the plan. But like, he doesn't become just a random member of these people. He seeks out the man with the emblem and makes sure to take it from him as people were dying around him. He doesn't care if people around him dies. He is very aware of whom Galadriel is when he rescues her on the boat. The FIRST THING he does when he gets to Numenor is try to get access to the forge. Halbrand isn't begging for guild access because this is the only way he can scrape money for stew. He is a powerful magical being who can enslave all of middle earth if only he has access to the right materials and a hot enough fire. The fact that this is his priority when he has no other plan makes me think he isn't without guile even at this stage. I think Sauron is lost right here -- he doesn't really have a plan. But I don't think for one moment he doesn't want to be Sauron, or doesn't believe in his mission to be Morgoth's heir, the Savior of Arda. He is just lying in wait, trying to figure out the best plan of attack. And Galadriel gives it to him. Twice over. And the flip side of this is Galadriel. She is neither being manipulated at every step nor is she solely responsible for the return of Sauron. She is *being lied to* of course, but she isn't being mind controlled or something. You can say it's understandable that anyone would lie if someone threatened to kill them, but regardless of it is understandable for a fugitive to lie about his identity, it doesn't change the fact that he is lying and assuming a false identity. She is making decisions to include him in her plans based on this lie. I still haven't rewatched s1 recently, so I don't have perfect recollection of all events like I do season 2, but Galadriel isn't being manipulated into wanting to attack Adar and the Southlands, or convincing Numenor to attack with her. I do suspect that Sauron is heavily pressing the scales as to what decisions are being made in Numenor, but I haven't rewatched it for hints on what those could be. But at the end of the day, she is a good general and has a good plan Sauron can latch on to, and he recognizes her skill. Later, Galadriel brings Sauron to Eregion, and there Sauron's plan really takes shape. He has access to the most powerful smith in elvendom and the facilities to match. He is made privy to a plan to make magical rings to harness power. He would not have access to these things without Galadriel.

But I think its gets tricky to say Galadriel bears *moral* culpability for Sauron's actions. I think she is complicit in his plans and inadvertently helps him. Had she been more deliberate in her decisionmaking, less bloodthirsty and determined, she might have realized something was up before Eregion. While their goals were aligned she was willing to not ask too many questions, and only asks those questions when she isn't at the center of events. (which we see happen over and over again -- when people's ambition blinds them to not inquire as to who this charismatic stranger is. You cannot fool an honest man and all that) But I think it's a fallacy to say Sauron would not have found different plans or done something else to rise to power without Haladriel. I don't believe for a moment he was seeking a quiet retirement. I think he would have put in motion events in the Akallabeth much sooner if he had stayed in Numenor. (also ps i sometimes hear: If sauron is evil why did he [save this person][do this good thing][do this thing when nobody was watching]? Like, being Sauron doesn't prevent you from doing good things. He isn't omniscient, he cannot predict all ends. Sometimes he does things that might bear fruit later, for one. Sometimes there is no point to the evil thing. Sauron always believes he is saving middle earth, at the end of the day. He isn't wantonly destroying things or doing evil for the sake of evil. He is trying to bring things to order and under his control. And you get more flies with honey than vinegar. The only person he really is full on hating in season 1 is Adar).

[literaryvein-reblogs]

A List of "Ugly" Words

to try to include in your next poem/story. This is a compilation of words mentioned in articles and polls I found online deemed "ugly" or "gross", or are the "most hated".

Bulbous - fat, round, or bulging.

Chunky - bulky and solid.

Curd - a soft, white substance formed when milk sours, used as the basis for cheese.

Engorge - cause to swell with blood, water, or another fluid.

Fester - to become septic; suppurate. To become rotten and offensive to the senses. To become worse or more intense, especially through long-term neglect or indifference.

Hurl - to throw (an object) with great force.

Lugubrious - looking or sounding sad and dismal.

Maggot - a soft-bodied legless larva, especially that of a fly found in decaying matter.

Moist - slightly wet; damp or humid.

Mucus - a slimy substance secreted by mucous membranes and glands for lubrication, protection, etc.

Ooze - to slowly trickle or seep out of something; flow in a very gradual way.

Phlegm - the thick viscous substance secreted by the mucous membranes of the respiratory passages, especially when produced in excessive or abnormal quantities.

Pus - a thick yellowish or greenish opaque liquid produced in infected tissue, consisting of dead white blood cells and bacteria with tissue debris and serum.

Putrid - decaying or rotting and emitting a fetid smell.

Seepage - the slow escape of a liquid or gas through porous material or small holes.

Slobber - have saliva dripping copiously from the mouth.

Slurp - to eat or drink (something) with a loud sloppy sucking noise.

Squelch - to make a soft sucking sound such as that made by walking heavily through mud.

Squirt - cause (a liquid) to be ejected from a small opening in a thin, fast stream or jet.

Yolk - the yellow internal part of a bird's egg, which is surrounded by the white, is rich in protein and fat, and nourishes the developing embryo.

If any of these words make it into your poem/story, please tag me. Or leave a link in the replies. I'd love to read them!

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[rina-teatia]

Stockings, panties, skirt and heels (18+)

Summary: Everything that Gojo put on exited Getou. As usual, two idiots can't get laid in any way, but smart women save them (they are really idiots but thats funny).

Characters: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Ieiri Shoko

Tags: Past Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru Being an Idiot, Foot Fetish, Stockings, Student Getou Suguru, Ieiri Shoko is a Good Friend, Student Ieiri Shoko, Fluff and Humor, Blow Jobs, Foot Jobs

Notes: hi guys! my name is Rina Tea-Tia and English is not my native language. However, I really want to make friends with you and I have a lot of work on jujutsu kaisen so I hope we get along 🥺 pleeeeeeease i just want friends in fandom 😭😭😭

Words: 2934

“Holy shit! How do you wear this?!” Gojo stood on the balcony of the student dormitory of the magic college and concentrated on stretching thin tiny women's panties in different directions.

“It's fine, you idiot!”

“Ouch!!!”

Shoko threw a comb at his head, causing the panties to fall out of his crooked hands. Gojo rubbed the back of his head, nonetheless looking at her with a smile as he fixed his glasses that had slipped down on the tip of his nose.

“We don't need to put stupid gyoniku sausage! That's why they're so small. Give it here.”

Shoko was laying out her clothes after drying, and Gojo came into her room to get under her skin. However, he obediently picked up the underwear and returned them to Shoko. Probably, another girl would have been ashamed to sort through underwear in front of a friend of the opposite sex, but Shoko didn't care at all. She had already taken away some bras from Gojo, which that jerk was trying on instead of his glasses. Asshole. “You'd better go to Getou. You have nothing to do.”

“To Getou?” Gojo repeated, idly searching for gold in his ear with his little finger. “I see him every day anyway. It's more interesting here. Oh, and what is this? Tights?”

Shoko turned to look sourly at Gojo. He had pulled off the nylon stockings from the clothesline and was now stretching them in all directions.

“Fuck, Satoru, these are stockings! Give them give back! You'll tear them up!” This time the white-haired boy was hit with deodorant. Gojo didn't let himself get caught off guard again, using his technique just in time, and the deodorant froze in mid-air a few centimeters away from him before falling.

“Haha, I'm sorry. So, these are stockings? They’re so… tight. Don’t your legs hurt in them? It must be very tight.” Gojo innocently fluttered his eyelashes and returned the stockings. Shoko rolled her eyes, took her piece of clothing away from him and began to fold it carefully.

“They don't hurt me at all. Nylon stretches well and is barely felt on the skin. These are not compression stockings.” The girl herself went out on the balcony and collected the rest of her things from there so that Gojo's playful hands would not get to them. He sat down on a chair in her room with his legs spread and his arms outstretched.

“Really? Come on! How is this possible?! Is nylon some kind of material for shamans? Is it using the territory expansion technique?!”

Shoko made a face that looked like a statue from Easter Island. Sometimes Gojo amazed her with his natural idiocy beyond measure, and being in the same room with him for more than fifteen minutes became a torture. And how did Getou tolerate him on a regular basis?! Moreover, how did Gojo manage to be one of the best college students if he had brains like a shrimp?!

“Oh Gods… Well, if you want, put them on yourself. Then tell me what's so tight about them.” Shoko rubbed the bridge of her nose. These words were not an invitation, but rather another mockery, but Gojo suddenly found himself near her underwear organizer.

“Really? Thanks!” He pulled out the stockings with lightning speed and returned to the chair. Shoko only saw him begin to unbutton his pants before she turned away.

“Fuck, Gojo! It wasn't an offer! You’re a complete idiot!

“Look, have I’ve already put on one… stocking? Is it the right word?

“Are you with your pants down?!”

“Of course! They're stockings. How do I put them on with my pants?!”

“I don't want to see your underwear!”

“But if I put on my pants, you won't see the stockings on me!”

“Satoru, for fuck's sake, Gojo, darn you,” Shoko sidled over to her closet and groped for one of the skirts. The soft cloth flew to the side where Gojo was supposedly sitting, and he deftly caught it.

“Thank you!” He rustled his clothes for a couple of minutes. “It's done! That's it, you can take a look.”

Shoko turned around and immediately doubled over with laughter. Gojo looked surprisingly natural — they wore the same uniform, and in general, the combination of a women's skirt and a men's Gojo's blouse looked as if it had been intended. The stockings were black, they gracefully darkened Gojo's legs, making them even thinner and longer than they already were. By the way, his legs were extraordinary long, not crooked, almost not hairy, with a chiseled curve of the calves and fragile ankles. What a model indeed.

“What's so funny?” Gojo was grinning stupidly, his hands on his hips. “You know, you're right! In general, nothing is tight. Only a little bit in the hips, but these are stockings, not tights, so it's kinds fine. If it were tights, I think I would have died when they squeezed my balls!

“Ha-ha-ha, what the hell, Gojo!” Shoko continued to laugh. “You should try heels with these on! You look like a balding Mei Mei!”

“Really?” Gojo laughed as well. He opened the door of Shoko's closet to admire himself in the mirror. “I think we have the same foot size”

Shoko, choking with laughter, pointed to the corner of the room. There stood really beautiful high-heeled shoes. Gojo put them on and tried to walk amid both’s laughter, but almost fell right on Shoko, and she caught him by the arms.

“What's going on here? Your roaring is heard from... — Getou knocked on the door and entered the room. He froze in mid-sentence when he saw this picture: Shoko on the bed holding Gojo standing on high-heels, wearing stockings and a skirt. Both of the merrymakers burst out laughing again, while Getou looked at them in complete awe.

“Getou... fuck, Getou...” Shoko moaned between fits of laughter and waved her hands “This is not what you thought!”

“Does it suit me, Suguru?!” Gojo somehow straightened up, trying to get into a sexy pose, but he looked like a locust.

Getou looked at them both for a couple of minutes with an unreadable expression on his face. Gojo giggled, and Shoko narrowed her eyes: Getou was clearly embarrassed, his light, slightly yellowish face became a couple of shades closer to red.

“Idiots,” Getou finally told them, quickly leaving the room and slamming the door.

“Suguru! Stop!” Gojo howled, falling off his heels in another burst of laughter.

Shoko narrowed her eyes again, but didn't say anything. She thought about something, but decided not to voice her suspicions yet.

***

A little over a week has passed since that incident. Shoko smoked slowly, listlessly twirling a short strand of hair on her finger. She watched her two friends practice. She had some small suspicions about Getou, and she was still thinking about how to confirm them.

The guys had been more than just friends for a long time. They both understood that. They even confessed to each other to some extent, but it was still as if something was missing, they were shy about it and preferred to behave as usual. Or maybe it was only Getou who thought so, and Gojo was just being stupid. This six-eyed dummy was capable of intelligent thoughts only during combat, but not in interpersonal relationships. It was partly true. Shoko knew Gojo well and he sometimes cried to her about Getou's cold attitude. Gojo was sure that he was the victim of unrequited sympathy. In general, everything was difficult. Shoko hated to get involved in this, but if it wasn't for her powers of observation, they would have continued to wallow helplessly in their pile of emotional shit like blind kittens. But they had eight eyes for two!

After lunch, she stole Gojo for a conversation. Getou went to take a shower, and it was a great opportunity to talk privately.

“Suguru likes legs. Legs in stockings.” Shoko said from the doorway, lighting another cigarette. She and Gojo were walking around the college grounds.

“What?” He bowed his head in a disbelief.” What kind of legs?!

“Ordinary fucking legs. Human legs.” Shoko rolled her eyes.

“Well… good for him. And where did that information come from?” Gojo grimaced.

“He has a second Twitter profile that he thinks no one knows about. He likes all kinds of foot fetish shit from it.” She chuckled. “He didn't even close the account. And only the main Getou profile is subscribed to it.”

“Shoko... why do I need to know that?” Gojo clearly became more gloomy, he kicked one of the stones on the road. “No one wants to know what his friends are jerking off to!”

Shoko rolled her eyes even more actively.

“He's jerking off on you, Gojo. On your legs, you stupid crustacean.”

“What makes you think that?!”

“Satoru, he liked it when you put on my stockings, skirt and heels!”

“Did he?!”

“Of course not, he was just looking at you for three minutes and blushing for nothing!”

“You're lying!”

“Like I have nothing else to do! Check it yourself, if you don't believe me! “Shoko threw her skirt at him, which she didn't have time to change into after training, and then left.”

***

Getou just wanted simple peace of mind, maybe life in the forest, so that no one would touch him. However, this wasn’t possible when your friend was Gojo Satoru. Getou made himself a cup of tea and sat on the floor in a traditional pose to relax a little when the door to his room was abruptly pushed open. Gojo was standing in the doorway. In a skirt. In stockings. And, damn, on heels.

“Ha, Suguru-kun! It's me, Shoko-chan! I think my stockings are torn from behind… Can you take a look?” Gojo howled in a squeaky voice, and then walked over to Getou, who was just stunned. He was staring up at Satoru, dumbfounded. His face was flushed.

”The fuck is wrong with you?”

“Suguru—kun, come on, help me!” Gojo continued to whine. He arched gracefully at the waist, slightly lifting the skirt so that Getou got a full view of what was under, not that he wanted to, though. There was indeed a small tear on one of the stockings, extending downwards with pulled-out nylon fibers. Getou grimaced and pushed his friend's ass away from him.

“Listen, I do not know how to help you. I advise you to start with a psychiatrist.” He had to continue pushing Gojo’s ass away as he immediately tried to shove it back in Getou’s face, threatening to sit on it.

“Wa-a-a! Suguru-kun baka!” Gojo finished his attack and eventually turned around, looking at Getou with displeasure from under his glasses. He spoke normally.” Actually… I just want to check something out. Relax.”

“What? …” Getou blushed even more, awkwardly crawling back until he was stopped by the toe of a delicate shoe pressing on his groin. From this, Suguru choked on air and gasped hoarsely.

“Really?! You’re hard already…” Gojo looked genuinely surprised.

“Wh-what?! No! Satoru!” Getou felt like he was drowning in a swamp, with every jerk he got more and more bogged down and could not do anything, he fell deeper into the very essence of his preferences, secret desires and fetishes, which Gojo somehow mysteriously revealed.

Meanwhile, he took off his glasses and put them on the table. Now big blue eyes full of tenderness were looking at Getou, glowing in the semi-darkness of the room.

“Suguru...” He moved closer and pressed Getou's head against his thigh, covered with a skirt’s fabric. “Just relax. I can do anything for you. That's why I'm here... looking like this.”

“How the hell did you even know ...” Getou felt a terrible mixture of seething feelings. It was difficult for him to resist Gojo. In this form.

“I know a lot of things.” Gojo chuckled. He brazenly lied, deciding to keep silent about Shoko's role in this study.

Getou carefully hugged his slender legs with both hands, stroking their curves, slightly pulling off the nylon with his fingers. Gojo was warm, and Getou's breathing was getting faster and faster. Gojo's legs were just... something. Luxurious, perfect. He lowered his head lower to bury his nose between the guy's thighs, which he immediately pushed together like a shy girl.

“I didn't want to tell you. I was afraid to scare you,” Getou admitted, lightly squeezing the soft part of Gojo's thighs before lowering his hands down. With a careful movement, he took off the shoe that was pressing on his groin. God… Gojo's legs were indeed perfection itself. The stockings clung tightly to a neat foot, emphasizing the protruding bones and the smooth curve of the ankle. A thicker black cloth hid the toes. Getou bit his lip, his pupils dilated with delight.

“You... you really don't mind what's going to happen? This is... not quite typical. But I can try to make it nice for you as well.” Getou raised his head to look adoringly at Gojo. He nodded quickly.

“Don't ask, Suguru! I've already said that I want this!” To be honest, he got turned on himself. Getou was sitting with his head right next to his groin, looking up at him… Gojo couldn't believe what was happening.

“Then… Let's take off the heels first. They look great on you, but I bet you're already tired of standing on them.” Getou chuckled, helping to get rid of the second shoe as well. Then he unzipped his fly and lowered his underwear. Gojo's foot went back to his groin, this time the toes gently caressed the erect length. Geto groaned, clutching at the guy's hips. “Damn, you... how did you know that…”

“You want me to jerk you off with my feet?” Gojo smiled. He understood. And once again he ran his foot down Getou’s penis, slightly squeezing it with his toes, as far as the nylon fabric would allow.

“I am!.. Fuck, Satoru... don't say it like that!” Getou groaned again, his fingers gripping the edges of Gojo's skirt. “I mean… Please…”

“I'll do it for you.” He nodded. He gently wrapped his arms around Geto's shoulders, playing with his dick with his feet. He alternated between them, making the guy below shudder and squirm. Getoг did not remain in debt for long, he indecently lifted Gojo's skirt and quickly pulled off his underwear.

“Kya-ya, Suguru-kun!” He screamed again like an anime girl. Getou's eyes widened.

“You… Are you also wearing women's underwear?!” He looked up at Gojo with a dumbfounded look.

“Please don't tell Shoko...” he giggled. “She only allowed me to take a skirt.… The rest… I had to get it. She's going to kill me!

“You're just... something.” Getou exhaled. Thin girlish panties didn't cover Gojo's erection in the slightest, and he tried to shove his cock upward, but it was obvious how uncomfortable it was. His scrotum dangled to one side and without support it didn't feel secure either. Getou felt like the dirtiest pervert in the world as he pulled Gojo's woman's panties down over his stockinged thighs and got under his skirt like in a tent. He began sucking, paying particular attention to his balls. Gojo twitched and moved closer. He was trying hard too, kneading and pressing lightly on Getou's cock, from which the pre-ejaculate was flowing generously. The socks of his stockings caught the drops and rubbed them higher, the stiff nylon was getting wet and painful, especially when Gojo started to play with the head. Getou kept up with him and took the other man's cock in his mouth, choking on it every time Gojo got particularly rough with it. His mouth was filling with saliva all too quickly. Getou thrust himself more roughly, tears of pleasure running down his cheeks and saliva from the corners of his lips, the tight fabric of the skirt and Gojo's gorgeous thighs were surrounding him, he felt like the happiest man in the world, not thinking about anything.

Gojo could barely keep from cumming, the blowjob from Getou was wet, he already felt saliva on his thighs, and soon on his feet — Getou came first right on them, unable to hold on any longer. Gojo rubbed his cum over his stockings and went over the entire length of the other’s penis again. They both puffed and moaned, clinging to each other: Getou grabbed Gojo by the hips and skirt edges, and Gojo grabbed his shoulders and hair. Satoru's orgasm was also approaching, he pulled Getou away from his groin, but, not calculating the speed of his discharge, accidentally poured out on his face.

“Ah... damn it… I'm sorry...” Gojo widened his eyes in surprise. He didn't expect it, but the sight of Getou wiping his cum off his face was mesmerizing.

“Don't apologize...” Geto was clearly delighted. “To take a cumshot on my face when you look like this… It's something.” He pulled Gojo by the hand and sat him down beside himself. “You're amazing.”

They kissed, reaching for that kiss at the same time.

Shoko was sitting in her room smoking. There were aahs, oohs, sighs, juicy wet slaps and the creaking of the bed from behind the wall.

«Having fun, these perverts… God, it's hard to work as a matchmaker. They'll keep me up all night after stealing half of my closet.» — she thought, sighing and throwing the cigarette into the ashtray. «Satoru, you're going to buy me new clothes. I won’t wear panties, skirt and stockings that both of you have finished off on.»