#also I have thigh high fuzzy socks

[tj-crochets]

Success!!! They are equally poofy on both sides, it just folded a little differently and I did not notice before the photo lol

Next time I will make them just sliiightly longer, I think? To account for them shrinking in the wash a bit more

I cannot find the post anymore because my notes are a mess, but shoutout to the person who told me to look up a pattern for bloomers as an answer to my very vague post about maybe wanting to make shorts, you were absolutely right!!

I found an easy tutorial, all I have left to add are the bottom hems and elastic, and I did not have enough of any one pattern of flannel so instead I have half and half plaid flannel bloomers. They are going to be my winter pajama pants and I am delighted making them, they will be absolutely ridiculous

[bratphilia]

his bunny (w. afton x reader)

request: "hii!! i have been obsessed with your lillard!afton fics lately and i just have to ask you to write another. i was wondering if you could do something like afab! reader is a student in college and william is her engineering professor? she is purposefully failing his class just to get his attention and some “extra credit”. but little does she know william has been obsessed with her ever since she stepped foot in his class. if it helps, teachers pet by melanie martinez could have a huge influence on this. thank you so so much!! ♡♡"

note: thank you so much, i'm glad you've been enjoying the content i've been putting out! fun fact i was obsessed with this song when k-12 first came out. also professor!william has been on my mind recently so i'm glad you requested this!! the e-mail section is a little awkward because i absolutely hate using "y/n"

pairing: steve raglan / william afton x reader

tags: age gap (reader is college age 18-21 and william is 45-50), creepy and stalking behavior from william, oral sex (m receiving), facial, dirty talk, slut-shaming, mean dom!william, desk sex

engineering. your worst class. not because you were bad at it or anything. it was all your professor.

and no, not because he's a bad teacher either. he's just so fucking hot it makes your brain go fuzzy every time he speaks. he lectures with his large hands enthusiastically. he always wears some form of purple on him, whether it's a tie or his slacks. everything about him is so intoxicating.

but he's never noticed you.

not when you try to catch his eye before and after class. not when you greet him with a "good morning, sir." and every time you've attended his office hours, a fucking ta helps you every single time. it's making you go crazy, not getting what you want.

you even started to wear increasingly skimpier outfits. you always stick to a theme of a sexy school girl, even going as far enough to buy more short skirts and thigh high socks or leg warmers. the buttons of the blouses you wear paired with them are always unbuttoned just to show a peak of cleavage. you ignore the hungry and curious eyes of your other peers as you walk by them; it's not their attention you want. still, you feel a little silly putting in all this effort just for him to barely grumble a reply back to you at your futile efforts to talk to him.

so you put a plan in action. you either purposefully turn in every piece of homework late and answer most, if not all, the questions of your quizzes and mid-term until you're sure you're at the very bottom of the class grades-wise.

in fact, you wake up the day after your mid-term to an e-mail from professor raglan. the subject was titled "Meeting Request" with your name addressed at the beginning.

"I would like to arrange a meeting with you to discuss the current state of your progress in my class. After your most recent assessment and previous assignments, I'm concerned about your future in my class if you continue the pattern I am seeing reflected in your work. Let me know if tonight at 5:00pm works for you.

Thank you,

Professor Raglan"

any regular person's heart would have sunk to the pit of their stomach if they received that e-mail. however, you are not a normal person. your heart fucking soars. you immediately jump to respond in confirmation.

professor raglan knows better than to get caught up with students, but he just can't help it! you're too beautiful to ignore.

the craziest part is he knows what game you're playing. the outfits that reflect nothing but a stereotypical, sexy school girl you would see in a porn video. and especially the way your grades have dropped recently, when you started off being one of the brightest students in his class.

over time, he noticed your lack of participation in class. at first, he chalked it up to something more serious, like personal issues. and then he noticed those lingering stares, the way you chew your pen, twirl your hair, and rub your thighs together. he knows exactly what you're doing, and he's been ignoring you on purpose. he wants you to chase after him, to let him know what you really want, but you just won't. he partially doesn't blame you either, it would be highly inappropriate for a student to engage that way towards their professor. so he ignores you during class. he barely acknowledges the way you've tried to grab his attention.

steve more than reciprocates your feelings. in fact, he's probably more enamored with you than you can possible imagine. he has all your homework, your essays, even your mid-term saved digitally in a folder, with your name as the title, on his computer. he reads looks over them when he's taking a break from grading as a way to detox, which sometimes ends up in him masturbating thinking about you. he loves to read the failed work from his dumb little bunny.

he even followed you home once. he kept close distance away from you, hiding in the shadows of every corner you turned. it's the william in him that wants that does the stalking, he convinces himself. the hyde to his jekyll; his true self coming to show in the role he plays of an average college professor, a totally normal guy with a few quirks.

your room, conveniently let him catch a peep of you touching yourself, and you swore you saw you mouth the word 'professor' when you brought yourself to orgasm.

and so he decides to play your little game. after all, you created the perfect opportunity for him, and he's going to take the bait.

steve sits at his desk, grading the rest of the mid-term papers, while he awaits your arrival. your own paper is sitting separate from the other stack, easily accessible so the two of you can get straight to "talking" about it as soon as possible.

he hears a tell-tale knock at his door, and he tries not to answer with a smile in his voice as he calls out, "come in."

you open the door gingerly, and it takes everything in him not to eye you up and down, but at first glance he knows you're in your usual get-up. it's a pretty little number; white, short-sleeved blouse, black pleated skirt that stops around mid-thigh, and white socks that reach just above your knees. you smile at him, hands clasped behind your back, puffing forward your chest slightly.

"good evening, professor raglan," you say in an oh-so innocent tone, "you wanted to speak with me?"

god, the way you call him professor goes straight to his cock. "yes. sit down," he tells you, gesturing towards the chair in front of his desk.

you sit down and your professor clasps his hands, leaning back in his chair. "i hope my e-mail didn't worry you. this will be quick."

he watches your face fall at his last few words and he has to bite back his amusement. "you see," he starts, taking your paper and pretending to look at your paper, "you didn't answer a single thing correctly. everything was wrong. it's funny, because i've heard nothing but good reports from the ta's that have helped you during office hours."

you lean closer as he continues. a plethora of excuses come to mind, none of which seem adequate for the situation he's putting it. "so i'm just wondering, how dumb do you think i am?"

your mouth slightly falls open. that was not the reaction you intended to invoke from him. "i—i can explain, i just need more—"

he rolls his eyes. "don't give me that. i'm not an idiot like you clearly are."

if anyone else had called you an idiot, you would have been offended, but from him? it goes straight to your pussy.

you purse your lips and rub your thighs together, waiting for him to continue to berate you. "is it extra credit you want?"

"yes, professor," you answer.

"then get on your knees, slut."

he rolls his chair back to make room for you and watches as you make your way in front of him. you get on your knees as he instructed, waiting expectantly.

"do i have to do everything for you?" he sighs in faux disappointment. he loves your shocked reaction that this is even really happening to you. "you wanted this so take my cock out."

"no, professor," you mumble, reaching for the buttons of his slacks. there's an obvious bulge tenting in his pants that almost makes you salivate.

you pull out his cock from his boxers and he shivers at how cold your hands are. you must be freezing wearing that outfit, he realizes. and, fuck, are your hands so much smaller that his. you begin by pumping him and then reach to kitten lick his tip.

you start to suck on the tip and he sucks air between his teeth sharply. it feels like heaven but he can't take your teasing anymore. he grasps your hair, making a make shift ponytail, and guides your mouth to slowly lower down on his cock. you moan around him causing a pleasurable vibration. he continues to use your hair as a way to control your mouth moving in a slow, up and down motion.

"ah — shit — stay still for me, yeah, baby?" he asks breathlessly. you do as he says, keeping your neck still as he begins to thrust into your mouth.

he bucks into you, grunting about what a "tight mouth you have" and how "you're such a dirty whore for your professor." you moan around his cock at his words, only encouraging his movements. the gurgling and gawk noises coming from your throat make him impossibly harder. the grasp on your hair becomes tighter and his thrusts more erratic. he's close.

before steve comes, he moves your mouth off and begins pumping himself. you watch him eagerly as he never breaks eye contact from you. when he does, it's when he shuts his eyes and groans, spurts of his come painting your face, your neck, and top.

you look so beautiful like this, he thinks, but it comes out as, "you look like such a messy whore."

you blush and lick the ejaculate around your mouth. steve grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet. you feel a little unstable but he's pushing you face forward against his desk. he lifts your skirt, which he doesn't bother taking off, only to reveal your thong. of course.

"were you expecting this?" he asks with a chuckle. he pulls your thong and lets it snap against your ass, making you yelp.

"no, but i came prepared," you say boldly.

he tsks. "such a slut."

steve prods his cock at your entrance, making you wiggle your hips when he slides it up and down your slit. you wish he would just stick it in already, but he's bent on teasing you until you can't take it anymore. he wants you to beg for him.

he moves your hair to the side to whisper in your ear. "tell me what you want, bunny."

you whimper at the close proximity. you can feel his beard brushing against your cheek. "need your cock, sir. been wanting it for awhile."

"oh, i know," he says, and you can feel the smile spreading across his face. "just wanted to hear you say it."

with that he presses inside of you, filling you up inch by inch, agonizingly slow. you whine desperately, wanting more. your fingers dig into the desk. he slips out for a moment and slams back in, filling you to the hilt. from that point forward, he starts thrusting at gradually faster pace.

the room is obscenely filled with the sounds of both of your pants and the sounds of skin slapping against skin. he punctuates every thrust with a degrading phrase. it gets you even hotter.

before you know it you're close. clawing behind you, desperate to grab something, he takes both of your hands and holds them against the desk, giving a flurry of hard, fast thrusts. moans and whines tumble from your lips as you feel your body completely captured by an orgasm that makes you weak in the knees.

steve pulls out and comes on your back with a groan himself, incoherently slurring words of "whore" "slut" and "dumb bunny." he buries his face in the crook of your neck, attitude completely doing a 360.

"you did so well for me, sweetheart."

[bitingdrivers]

new bones au fic time!! - maxiel, 1.7k -> read on ao3

Daniel knocks on the door three times and waits. 

It's early, 6:30 am, but he had gotten up even earlier – a call that Daniel had been contemplating letting ring through to  voicemail, but had ultimately decided to pick up. 

Now Daniel thinks he should have ignored it – a body was found in a sinkhole during construction work and now he has to go to the crime scene at the crack of dawn. Because it's his job or something. 

There's one positive though – he gets to pick up Max from his apartment. There's something exciting about seeing Max like this, in comfortable cozy clothes, early in the morning. It’s like getting a new piece of the puzzle that is Max Verstappen. 

During the  handful of times Daniel has gotten to do this, Max had been wearing different, new, clothes that he’d never seen before – a nice soft baby blue sweater, a pair of pajama pants with little race cars on it, warm fluffy socks, a big black hoodie, old and loved, from the looks of it. 

And now, as Daniel hears footsteps on the other side of the door, he wonders what Max will wear today. 

The lock clicks and the door opens. Max looks through the crack, his brows furrowed and hair ruffled from sleep. 

“Daniel?” Max croaks. He cracks the door a little more and Daniel uses the moment to slip past him into the flat. 

“Good morning, Bones!” Daniel grins and looks at Max.

As soon as his eyes land on Max, Daniel's brain short-circuits. 

Max is naked. Almost.

He is dressed in only a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Daniel has never seen him this undressed. He can't tear his eyes away from the way Max's black boxers contrast with his pale thighs. Daniel feels his hands itch as he looks at the light fuzzy hair covering Max’s thighs. 

He has to carefully shift his eyes upwards, looking at Max’s t-shirt now. It's white, one of the basic ones he wears to work, but this one is crinkled, like Max left it on the floor and put it on in a rush. 

“What are you doing here so early?” Max asks and Daniel remembers that he's in Max's flat at six in the morning. 

“Uh-Didn't you get a call?” He asks, trying to keep looking into Max’s eyes. 

Max raises a brow.

“A body was found in a sinkhole in Dupont Circle. I'm here to drive you to the crime scene,” Daniel elaborates. 

Max is about to reply when an unfamiliar voice interrupts him. 

“Hey, what's going on?” 

Daniel’s hand jerks to his gun as he looks to the source of the sound. 

There's a guy standing in the doorframe of Max’s bedroom. 

He's also mostly naked, except for the navy boxers on his hips. He's tall, taller than Max, with dark hair and slightly tanned skin. 

Daniel doesn't like him – the guy is too smug and proprietary, he looks at both of them with a smirk, and it makes Daniel want to punch him. 

“Colin,” Max says, turning around. “This is my partner, Daniel. We are needed at a crime scene.”

Daniel tries really hard to stop looking at Colin, instead looking around him at Max’s flat. It’s spacious, with high ceilings and big windows. You can clearly see a touch of Max here – anthropology journals scattered around, more weird sculptures and trinkets covering shelves and counters. The floor is covered in a plush ornamental rug, a big comfortable couch sits in the middle of the living room. 

Daniel decides that Colin looks wildly out of place here, like his whole being clashes with the gentle softness of Max’s flat.

Then Daniel’s brain catches up with what's going on – the way both Max and Colin are mostly naked, how Max was reluctant to let Daniel in. The realization violently clicks into place and he immediately feels the need to leave. 

“Y-yeah. I-We need to go,” Daniel stammers, moving towards the door. “Bones, how about I wait in the car?”

Max tracks his movement. “Sure, I will be ready in…10-15 minutes?” he asks. 

“Yeah, yeah. No problem,” Daniel splutters, already half out the door. He is about to leave when he remembers his manners, even though he doesn't want to be nice to Colin. 

“And uh. It was nice meeting you, Colin.” Daniel tries to smile. He hopes it doesn't look like a snarl. 

“Sure man, you too,” Collin replies, the same smirk playing on his lips. Daniel  still wants to punch him. 

“Okay, 15 minutes, Bones,” Daniel throws behind his shoulder and closes the door after himself. 

***

“You are being weird,” Max says, looking at Daniel's side profile. 

“I'm not being weird,” Daniel tenses and grips the wheel even tighter. 

He is definitely being weird. As soon as Max got into the car, Daniel handed him a can of Redbull without saying anything and started driving. 

Max is not the best at “reading the room”, but even he can tell the atmosphere in the car is awkward – they usually talk on their way to the crime scene, but this time they sat in silence, even the radio is off, only the sounds of the road around them keeping the silence from being unbearable. 

“You are. Is it because of me being gay?” Max asks, trying to keep his voice as flat as possible. 

That's the only explanation to Daniel's behavior, albeit not a reasonable one. Max knows Daniel is not homophobic, they've had cases that involved talking to gay people and Daniel never showed any kind of sigh of disgust or protest. 

But maybe, it was because Daniel didn't know any of those people personally. Maybe he has a problem with Max being gay. Maybe Daniel has no problem with gay people as long as he doesn’t have to work with one. 

Max tries to not feel hurt. This wouldn't be the first time he met a homophobe of course, but years of being in a field full of scientists made him forget not all people are normal about homosexuality. And Daniel really didn’t seem like he would have a problem with this.

“What?” Daniel splutters, glancing at Max with his eyebrows raised. “No, it's not because of you… of that!” He suddenly looks angry, shoulders tense.

“Well, what's wrong then? Why are you being weird and silent?” Max feels annoyance rising in himself. He hates feeling this – like he's done something wrong. Even though he knows he didn't. 

“Bones, stop. I'm not being weird!” Daniel exclaims and takes a breath. “I just didn't expect…seeing a guy in your flat.”

“And what do you want me to do?” Max snaps. He hits his hand on the window as he throws his arms into the air. It makes him even more annoyed. 

“Maybe I should warn you everytime I'm planning on having sex with a man inside my own house?” Max snarks. 

“I'm not trying to pick a fight, Max!” Daniel explodes, slicing his hand through the air. Then he returns to gripping the wheel. His knuckles are white. 

“Let's just get to the crime scene and do our jobs, okay?” Daniel says through his teeth, glaring at Max. 

“Fine!” Max throws, crossing his arms and looking out the window. 

They have to drive for another 20 minutes.

***

Max knocks on Daniel’s door and waits. 

This whole day was stupid – their argument in the car ruined the mood and they had kept arguing and jabbing at each other all day. 

At one point Daniel brought up Colin, said something about him being a jerk. It made Max even more mad – it's not like Daniel has any say in his personal life. 

And he wasn't planning on meeting with Colin again anyway, the man wasn't intellectually satisfying, despite being good in bed. Max tried explaining this to Daniel, but that spurred even more arguments about love and other stupid irrational things.

They've never argued this much. Small arguments and spats here and there, but not like this. At the end of the day the others had to do an intervention. 

Charles gathered all of them in the lounge and told them to make up or he would ask Oscar to play their therapist. 

The possibility of having to talk with  Oscar about their argument sounded horrifying to all three of them so Daniel immediately invited Max to his place after work so they could talk it out.

The door swings open and Max is brought back out of his thoughts by Daniel, who's dressed in a big FBI branded t-shirt and a pair of joggers. 

“Hey, come in,” Daniel says and moves to let Max in. 

Max sits at the small kitchen table as Daniel brings them both a bottle of beer. When they've taken a few sips, Daniel speaks up. 

“Listen…Max, I'm sorry for acting like a dick today,” he says, not looking up, scraping off the label from the bottle. 

“It's oka–” Max starts, but Daniel interrupts him. 

“Let me just say what I want to say, yeah?” Daniel says, keeping his eyes trained on the bottle. He takes a breath. 

“I wasn't mad at you, okay? And I don't have anything against gay people either,” he finally looks up at Max. “I-Uh. Been with men myself.”

Max feels relief washing over him. He won’t admit it, but he was really worried. He doesn��t want to imagine what would’ve happened if Daniel didn’t want to work with him anymore.

“You're gay too?” Max asks, raising his brows.

Daniel chuckles. “Uh-No. At least I don't call myself one.”

Max nods. 

“I guess I just got surprised today, when I saw Colin at your house. I really didn't expect it,” Daniel admits, rubbing his neck. 

“The recent study showed that up to 10% of the world's population doesn't identify as heterosexual, you shouldn't have been so surprised, Daniel,” Max explains, shaking his head a little. 

Daniel chuckles again, but this time it feels real. 

“So, we're good?” he asks, raising his bottle. 

“Yes, of course,” Max raises his own bottle and clinks it with Daniel’s. 

“And… thank you, Daniel,” Max says before taking a sip. “For telling me.”

Daniel smiles. Max smiles back.

[cure-icy-writes]

Crip punk Miku but I decided to join the trend. And what's the most Illinois background? A cornfield.

Anyways. I decided to put together crip punk Miku a while back, on the basis that miku can be anyone and I wanted a comfy cosplay. The original outfit is slightly different, but I decided to use knee braces and socks instead of thigh highs because the change in pressure has been making my knees hurt. The shirt is pretty comfy, and has the signature leek painted on it.

I looked around for a Millikin shirt, because they've got the best choir program in the state, but I think I must have gotten rid of mine. I figured the flannel hi-lo skirt gave it a special flair, plus my cane matches pretty well. The headphones have a faded sunflower sticker on them, for invisible disability. I also went with one of the fuzzy athleisure jackets I see people wearing.

Also. Although it isn't obvious. I have hyperacusis, which has made cosplaying more and more difficult. I like Miku because with her, I can wear the headphones I use to protect my hearing on a day to day basis. I like to think that maybe she developed the same disorder, in the future without music.

[readychilledwine]

Requiem for a Dream

Part 3: Change

(Two months into Rhysand's Return home)

Rhysand and Rhiannon are still walking around their sexual tension, but our high lord has finally decided enough is enough. After a month of lingering touching, glances, and true re-courtship, he wants his mate in his bed.

Warnings - Smut, NSFW, D/S dynamics (daddy/Princess and sex slave/master) ownership kink, praise kink, oral (F Recv), not edited. Minors- DNI

A/N - This is kind of that last step before the peak of Rhys, in reality, reclaiming his sexual being, which is a journey a lot of SA survivors go through. While everyone's journey is different and models different patterns, I felt Rhysand's NEEDED to show aspects of regaining domination and control, and I do not feel that was truly shown or touched on by SJM.

Rhiannon's character, at this point, may not be for everyone. She is very submissive due to her own trauma and back story I crafted for her. Let me know your thoughts, feelings, if you want more, have gripes. Also, the song in mind is "Change (In the House of Flies)" by Deftones. The theme to one of my absolute favorite movie sex scenes in history.

Author ps - as an active member of the kink scene, I see festish written on here, but it never comes with this warning and when we do not know who is reading our stories, I feel like it needs to be said.

Please DO NOT ENGAGE IN BDSM with a partner you do not fully trust. BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, all varieties, and sex in general need to be based on trust and the care for each other's emotional well-being. You all deserve the best, give yourselves the ability to have that 💜 love yourself enough to WANT and NEED to have that.

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Part One Part Two Part Four

Rhys had convinced Rhiannon to join him for dinner alone in the River House. They ate in silence, hands held over the table. They were dressed casually. She was wearing a dark plum sweater that went down to her mid thigh, tight black leggings and fuzzy socks. Rhysand had on a cream sweater with casual pants.

He had asked the twins to make her favorite meal. Elk steaks, potatoes with gravy, greens, and homemade bread and butter. He had personally flown into Velaris, arriving at a sweet shop his mate absolutely loves, asking if they had her favorite cupcakes available that day. They had made them for him, without hesitation as he did some other shopping for her. She was eyeing them with a sparkle he had not seen from her since his arrival home. But after all, what female could possibly resist the imported vanilla and sea salt caramel this bakery used.

"When were you going to call on the bargain with Feyre? I'm worried about her powers eating her alive." Rhys looked at Rhiannon. "He won't train her. She needs to be with someone who will."

Rhys nodded. "I assume the realm gave you that information?" She nodded. "I would like to ensure my own home and court are on a stable foundation before bringing her here."

Rhiannon was no fool. She knew immediately what he meant. She gently put her silverware down, turning to look at her husband. "I did not realize there were issues in the foundation. Is something wrong in the court?"

Rhysand sighed. He wouldn't be able to woo her now. This conversation was happening, and it was happening much sooner than he anticipated for the night. "Not necessarily with the court itself. I worry more about my family and Inner Circle." Rhys paused to turn to her, "My wife hasn't kissed me since I arrived home, despite many chances and opportunities to do so. I keep attempting to recourt her with countless gifts, praise, and flirtation, but I just cannot seem to bring her into my bed." Rhys paused to watch her look down. "You are my most trusted advisor when it comes to Illyrian Females, Rhiannon. Do you have any suggestions on how I can get my wife to be close to me again?"

Rhiannon put her silverware down, clearing her throat before responding. "Is she possibly afraid that reciprocating your affections may hurt you or the progress you've made?"

Rhysand smirked, finally getting the answers he needed. "I would not know," he laced their fingers together. "Aside from asking me how my day was, doing her duties to fill me in on her assignments, and small conversations, she has all but closed me out. I know she loves me. I just worry that maybe I am not doing enough to show her I would like to begin the process of us going back to who we are."

Rhiannon felt tears lining her eyes. "I know you still have nightmares about her, Rhys. I just feel like sleeping with you, touching you, or even kissing you is retraumatizing you. I love you too much to risk hurting you emotionally and mentally."

He nodded, taking a sip of his wine before beginning to speak to her. "I appreciate how much you care. I have always loved your empathy and kindness, darling. I want to sleep with you at my side, though. I want to hold you. To kiss you. To fuck you until I cannot tell where you stop and I begin." He took another deep drink. "I am ready to try, my nightingale. I need to try. Madja believes I am ready. I believe I am ready. Please, Rhiannon, come to bed with me tonight."

She nodded. "And we will stop if it is too much?" He sent her confirmation down the bond. "Mor made me wear something pretty under this for you. Just in case." His ears perked up at that. He took her hand, dinner long forgotten, and pulled her to their large bedroom.

Rhysand took the chair that sat across from their bed, leaning forward on his elbows as Rhiannon stood close to him. "Take your clothing off." Her scent hit him immediately. The sweet scent of her arousal mixed with the normal soft smell of moonflowers and honey. He watched, eyes fixated on every inch of slowly exposed skin as her sweater was removed and set on the desk near them.

She went to remove her leggings next after he gave her a nod, exposing her muscled thighs to him first. He groaned loudly at the sight of her mating mark. The delicate pattern of swirls and stars that ran the expanse of her leg, mapping out the night sky at the exact time they accepted the bond.

Mor had picked a wonderful little set for her to wear. A black haltered bra made of strictly lace and mesh that left nothing to his imagination, a matching high waist thong, and stockings that stopped at her midthigh. He patted his lap, leaning back as she crawled to straddle him.

They studied each other for a few seconds. His fingers ghosting the new muscles she had earned while training with Cassian, then her pretty throat, then her breasts and stomach, before reaching her panty line. "Mate, please." The bond was banging like a war drum in both of their ribcages, right where it connected their hearts. "Rhysand, please."

He pulled her to him, locking their lips for the first time in 50 years and moaning at the taste of her. It was exactly how he remembered, yet so different. Her lips were soft on his, tasting faintly of the sweet red wine she had been drinking. The bond began to almost hum, begging for more.

She fully submitted to him, allowing him to control the pace and pressure. One of his arms quickly wrapped around her hourglass waist while the other went up her back, allowing his hand to tangle into her hair.

It was a familiar position to them. One they had been caught in countless times by Azriel, by Cassian, by his mother. He almost smiled, remembering the first time Azriel had walked in on Rhysand pounding into his sister while she moaned and cried for him. Every single punch of the absolute beating her older brother had given him that day was worth it. Every single punch Azriel still gave him was worth it.

Their first time seemed so distant now as he pulled away from her, lifting her and carrying her to their marriage bed, kissing her throat, and whispered praise into her soft skin. He laid her gently down and sat on his knees between her legs.

Her dark hair was spread out in every direction, her pupils slightly dilated as she began to enter the part of her mind and behavior only he had the pleasure of seeing. Her lips were swollen, bringing out the soft blush they naturally had even more. He ran his thumb down them, smiling as she immediately opened her mouth and began to suck the digit, looking at him with her wide eyes.

"Such a beautiful little treat, aren't you, darling?" He pulled his thumb from her lips, "You're dripping already. Daddy wants to have his favorite dessert. Is that okay with his princess?" She whined, her back arching slightly off the bed. "Words, my darling. Daddy asked you a question."

She looked up at him, wide eyed. "Please Daddy. Need you. I'll be a good girl." Her submission had him ripping his own shirt off and removing his pants with speed he hardly knew he still had in him as he pulled her to the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees to be closer to her dripping cunt.

"I wanted to take my time with you, worship you and this body of yours, but I fear I just do not have the patience for all of that today." He misted the now offensive lace from her body, leaving only the thigh highs and growled at the sight before him. "Such a pretty cunt, Rhiannon. Who does she belong to?"

Rhiannon was already breathing heavily. "You. I am yours."

He growled, throwing her legs over his shoulder. "Good girl." Without warning Rhys began his assault. Licking long stripes from her leaking hole the the apex of her thighs. He drank from her like a man receiving water after being trapped in a desert for too long. He was starving for her. Aching for her. He groaned as her hands found his hair and gently tugged to bring him closer to her clit.

He had missed this. He had missed waking her up with his head between her legs. He had missed the feeling of her tight entrance twitching on his tongue. He had missed the sweet taste of her. He pushed his tongue into her, nose nudging that sweet bundle of nerves, "Fuck daddy, yes!" Her back arched of the bed, and he instantly locked her down with his forearm, growling at her in warning.

Keep still like a good little toy, or I will leave you dripping and aching. He continued his feast, knowing fully well he couldn't, and wouldn't, do that to her. He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking lightly, and moaning as it earned him a harsher tug on his hair.

His free hand moved up, taking some of her wetness on one finger before slowly pushing it into her. She was tight. So tight. His pretty girl only had her own fingers to play with, and he realized he'd need to slowly stretch her back open all over again for him to slip inside of her like the little sleeve he had made her to be again.

He smirked at the thought of retraining her to be constantly wet and ready to take him at a moment's notice. He curled the one finger, chuckling against her as she swore and prayed to the Gods. Just Rhys or daddy is fine, darling. There are no Gods here to save you from me.

"Rhys!" She gasped loudly as he slowly put another finger inside of her, moving them in and out and curling them into the soft spongy spot that he knew made her see stars. "Fuck please don't stop." He doubled his efforts, moving his fingers faster, sucking and licking at her clit a little harder as she began to flutter around him. That tight coil in her stomach was winding itself up faster and faster with each well planned lick, suck, and curl.

Is my little princess going to cum? A loud whimper of his name came as her breathing picked up. Does my princess have permission to cum?

"Daddy please. I need it. I need to cum. Please." Rhys removed his mouth from her nerves, keeping himself within licking distance.

"Who makes you feel this good? Who is the only male who gets to make you feel like this, huh?" He went back to licking circles and figure 8s on her as his fingers began to move even faster.

The room was filled with her cries, her pleads, and the sound of her wetness. Rhys released his hold on her hips, only for tendrils of darkness to take his forearms place to begin the quick mission of stroking his cock. I asked you a fucking question, Rhiannon. Scream. Scream for all of Velaris who is making you feel this good.

And she did. Her walls locked and began squeezing his fingers as she screamed his name over and over. The tight coil in her stomach releasing and causing more wetness to flood her mate. He moaned against her core, refusing to slow down until he also found his peak. That refusal instantly sent Rhiannon back over the edge with little effort. One graze of his teeth gently against her clit had her crying out of him again, and then him roaring as he came seconds later.

His head fell into her thigh, peppering small kisses there as his hips rutted, and they rode out their bliss together. She tugged the bond, silently begging him to come hold her, and he obeyed. He laid on his back, pulling her into his side, and began playing with her hair. He placed a soft kiss on her lips before trapping her in a more heated one.

One month, he said to her mentally. In one more month, I'm fucking you on every surface of this house. She smiled against his chest, nodding.

"Is that a promise, my love?" She held her pinky to him, making him chuckle and smile as he enloped it into his larger one and pulled her into another deep kiss. A feeling of the familiar zip of a promise being made hit them both. New tattoos, three small stars, adorned their left ring fingers, right above their wedding rings.

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Smutty Kafka Thoughts

this woman has me in a chokehold oh my god SHE IS SOO PRETTYYYY AND HOT OH MY GOGOODODOD I LOVE WOMEN anyways hope u enjoy im mentally unwell😭😭😭

🥀CW: smut, hot women, mentions of eating you out/sucking you off, mentions of lingerie/thigh garters

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thinking about kafka, her spending hours between your thighs, never satisfied in making you cum only once. your thighs are sticky with your own slick, and yet she doesnt even think about pausing as she pushes you to another orgasm.

kafka being not only charming, but outright flirting with you as though your the only person in the entire world who could ever catch her eye. shes bold enough to flirt with you in public, whispering her dirty fantasies in your ear as he hand trails higher and higher up your leg, ignoring any looks you recieve from strangers

kafka is subtle in her seduction, coming up behind you and whispering loftily in your ear while her hands grip your waist tightly, her thumbs rubbing slow circles through the fabric on your clothes and making the hair on the back of your neck stand upright.

she will stain your neck with lipstick from her kisses, unashamed at how ruined the both of you look. kafka takes it as a point of pride that shes the only person to ever have you, and will show you off constantly

kafka buying you the prettiest lingerie she could find, admiring how it hugs your body and curves. kafka buying you thigh high socks and garters, and marking your thighs while she yanks them apart with the very same garters<3

kafka being obsessed with fucking you, kafka getting pussy drunk or cock drunk and bringing you to euphoria again and again

kafka grinding her hips against your face, whispering the filthiest words to you as she pleasures herself on your tongue.

kafka calling you the sweetest named while treating you so harshly and roughly, and kafka saying the most degrading things while treating you like a monarch and holding you so preciously close. she makes your brain all fuzzy and confused, barely any coherent thoughts form as kafka treats you so drastically different then what she says to you.

kafka being so utterly devoted to your pleasure and riding you mercilessly until your thoughts circle around her, and only her<3

HOPE YOU ENJOYED<3 rahh i love women. send in reqs i am dying pls. i might be writing a kafka x blade x reader smut so stay tuned<3 i also have another aaravos idea forming aswell. either way, good stuff is coming, and lmk if u want more!!!

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FUZZY SOCKS

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Pairing: Changbin x fem reader

Word Count: 970

Note: We had some icy weather not long ago and it was making me wish I had my own Binnie to cuddle with. Also I’ve been wanting to write a soft n cuddly imagine for Changbin so here it is! (⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎)

Layers of snow coated the nearly empty streets outside, more chunky flakes falling from the pale gray sky along with small drops of icy rain. Since yesterday, a mix of freezing rain and snow started up, thus resulting in the fluffy substance blanketing the ground to become hard and icy, turning some of the snow to slush, which led to conditions being so severe people weren't leaving their houses.

The roads were iced over, schools closed, businesses closed, mail stopped running, even the trash pickups were halted.

With it being the middle of winter, the cold weather had ramped up and gotten particularly chilly outside—"chilly" meaning single digit temperatures. That plus the freezing rain, ice, and snow was a safety hazard and a recipe for disaster.

The frigid weather, while a nuisance for some people (and the cause of high power bills), meant you and Changbin got to spend more time together. Even JYP didn't want employees traveling in the icy conditions, so everyone was advised to stay home.

Lucky for you, Changbin had stayed the night a day prior just before the roads could get too bad.

"It's still cold in here." You complained, raising the temperature on the thermostat once again.

It's like you could physically feel the temperature dropping inside your apartment, as it was noticeably colder than it was thirty minutes prior.

The air was cool and had your hands feeling like ice cubes. The thick cabin socks you wore were doing a good job of keeping your normally cold feet nice and toasty. The same couldn't be said for the borrowed hoodie you donned (sorry Changbin). While it was warm, you were still able to feel the steadily dropping temperature in the apartment.

Your heater had been working overtime for the last few days and at this rate, you could only hope it would hold out until the weather had passed.

"Come back to the couch, baby." Changbin called from the living room.

Your boyfriend was right where you left him, curled up on the sofa with a large throw blanket that the both of you had been sharing until you got up to mess with the thermostat.

He pulled the fluffy blanket back and allowed you to crawl back underneath it with him, returning to your cozy, fleece cocoon.

Your gaze was drawn to the empty mugs on the coffee table, the warm hot chocolate that filled them long gone.

"You want more cocoa?" You offered.

"No. I just want to cuddle with you." Changbin murmured, resting his head on your shoulder.

Your body relaxed and sunk into the cushions behind your back while Changbin's hand slid over to your thigh, resting gently on top of it.

"I wish we could order jjigae. A nice, hot stew would really hit the spot right now. Something spicy would be even better." He spoke his thoughts aloud as his hand gently caressed your thigh. "That would really warm me up."

"Yeah. That sounds really nice." You sighed. "But with this weather, I don't think any delivery person is willing to try and brave the elements."

He hummed in agreement. "We can always have instant ramen if we want something warm."

"Speaking of warm, this blanket isn't doing much for me." You admitted, suppressing a shiver.

"Me neither."

"Should we go to the bedroom?" You supplied a suggestion.

Changbin nodded rapidly.

While keeping the blanket wrapped around yourselves, you and Changbin stood up, shuffling down the hall towards your room.

Normally, you wouldn't crawl into bed with socks on, but considering the circumstances, you thought it best to keep them on your feet. With the temperature dropping outside, you needed all the extra layers you could get. You made yourself comfortable under the comforter, resting your head on Changbin's chest which doubled as a pillow. When he wasn't flexing, his impressive pecs were soft and cushiony. You nuzzled your cheek against his chest which made him chuckle softly. His legs started to tangle with yours, his feet brushing against your leg where your fuzzy pants leg had ridden up.

"Your toes are freezing." You complained.

"Sorry." Changbin apologized through a series of soft giggles.

"You need some socks."

"I don't have any clean ones with me."

"I have some you can borrow." You reluctantly crawled out of bed, moving across the room to your dresser. After sifting through your many pairs of socks, you pulled out a pair of fuzzy, pale pink Hello Kitty ones.

Changbin's contagious and endearing giggles filled the room as you handed them over to him. Amusement painted his features as he slipped the socks onto his feet, wiggling his toes a bit.

Changbin may be a tough-looking, buff guy but he was filled with cuteness and enjoyed showing it in various ways. Stays didn't call him babygirl for nothing.

"Cute." You giggled endearingly at your boyfriend, the pink Hello Kitty socks standing out against his all black ensemble. "Do they fit you alright?"

"Mhm. They're warm too."

"Good." You grinned, crawling back under the covers, snuggling closely against Changbin's side.

He smiled softly at you, his brown eyes drifting down to your lips while he licked his own.

"I know one way we can warm up."

"I do too." The faintest hint of a smirk twitched at the corner of your mouth as you closed the gap between your faces.

Your lips locked with his, wrapping around his full bottom one while your hands slid up into his fluffy hair. His eyelids fluttered closed as he pulled you closer, getting lost in the kiss and forgetting about the chilly air inside the apartment.

By the time you both parted ways, your legs were tangled together and the two of you were panting for breath.

"That's one way to warm up."

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Babababa >_<..!! /silly azhy.. (if dwoll cwn cal chu tha), wha chu thwink abt ftm chuchu? (Juzt babbling :3)

Hehe you can definitely call me that! I realize this wasn’t technically a request, but I wanted to do a request with it! And I asked Ren specifically what they wanted and doll said kitty regressor!

Transmasc Kitty Regressor Chuuya

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𐙚 I love love love transmasc Chuuya. So I’m just gonna start with some of my favorite transmasc Chuuya evidence! Warning. Uh. Stormbringer- Lots of it- But nothing seriously important! For starters there’s THE Albatross line “You get this super pouty attitude once a month” … Once a month you say? You see. There’s a natural human thing. That occurs. Once a month. For AFAB people. That most definitely includes symptoms such as mood changes. This line lives rent free in my head because genuinely- It was never explained? Like they just dropped that line and moved on. And like. Uhhhh yea he’s transmasc. That’s a trans boy right there yup

𐙚 Chuuya’s height. There’s many reasons Chuuya could be short. He could just be a short guy, his gravity ability could be stopping him from growing, he could be a clone and therefore doesn’t grow like a normal person would. OR. Or. He could be AFAB- Women are naturally shorter, I know when I was testing out as being transmasc (and still time to time now) I hated being short because I viewed it as feminine. Men are statistically taller than women are, just facts. If Chuuya is a trans guy that definitely explains it. Plus it explains how even when they were 15 and basically the same height Dazai knew Chuuya would always be short

𐙚 The entire concept of Chuuya not feeling human? That feels like such a metaphor of the trans experience. Not fitting in with society, feeling like something is wrong with you, being told you’re something you know you’re not, even if some people reassure you that you are what you feel like. It all just feels very similar to the trans experience. In summary, the entirety of Stormbringer feels like reading Chuuya’s trans discovery, and I absolutely adore and am obsessed with the headcanon. Now! Time to move onto the kitty cat specific stuff! Because not only is he a little guy, but he’s a little kitty cat!

𐙚 Chuuya struggles a lot with the fact that he should take off his binder while he’s regressed. He’s a very active kitty, and if you’re doing a lot of activity it’s not good to wear your binder! Which means he also can’t wear it much at work… He gets annoyed and frustrated very quickly. I think it would be a top priority for him to get top surgery! I mean he’s in the mafia, he works his way up to being an executive even. He’s got money to spare. He can find a trustworthy place to go even if it’s expensive. He doesn’t do much for himself, he deserves to have this at least

𐙚 A lot of cat themed clothes are directed towards women/look feminine. Of course clothing has no gender! But non cisgender people know very well… There’s gender stereotypes on clothes, stereotypes strong enough to cause dysphoria sometimes. So instead of things like thigh highs that have paws on the feet, maybe he’ll just get fuzzy socks! Instead of dainty gloves with paws he’ll get thicker ones. Things like that! Of course there’s nothing wrong with being transmasc and still liking feminine things! I just don’t think Chuuya has shown anything to suggest he’d be feminine, I think that especially early in his transition he’d be disgusted by femininity on himself

𐙚 Drinking milk is multipurposed! And therefore it’s the little kitties favorite drink! Of course milk is associated with cats which makes Chuuya like it. But milk is also supposed to help you get taller! Chuuya would love to be tall like boys usually are. I think that Chuuya definitely has some kitty bowls to drink out of, but that’s not the most convenient. He prefers drinking out of just a cup, or having his caretaker feed him a bottle like a baby kitten! He’s just a tiny little guy after all! He loves being cradled and rocked while he’s feed his bottle! Just being held in his caregivers arms and fed without a care in the world

𐙚 Masculine pet names! Chuuya loves any pet names that are more masculine and he wants them printed on his stuff! Bowls, cups, collars, even the few pacifiers he uses! Everything that can have a nickname on it he does! Things like “Baby Boy” “Handsome” “Prince” “Good Boy” he’ll just stare at his things with a little smile on his face purring to himself. He especially likes it when he gets a pet name on a collar or a pacifier, because then it’s like a name tag! It’s one of the first things you get to see and it feels like it’s identifying him as a boy. Of course having a caregiver to call him by those pet names is one of the best feelings ever! But even just on his own looking at his things is really nice!

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If you guys can’t tell. I love transmasc Chuuya. There’s so much evidence literally in canon-

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ADDICTION

Vamp! Isagi Yoichi

In which vampire! Isagi is in desperate need of your blood. Heavily inspired by this post hdhfhnejf i’m obsessed with the idea! I also couldn’t forget Isagi’s raging thigh fetish ;) Fem! Reader

cw: bite marks, suggestive, implied that read has thick thighs, blood sucking duh

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Isagi was exhausted. This was evident when he opened the door and haphazardly kicked off his shoes before throwing his duffle bag to the side.

He'd usually voice that he was back home but he used what little energy he had left to drag himself to him and Y/n’s shared bedroom.

Once Y/n caught sight of her lovely boyfriend, she spread her arms out for Isagi to fall in to

"You're back early", she smiled brightly. Not that she was complaining.

Isagi fell into her arms, his arms wrapping around her waist and his head nuzzled into the lower part of her abdomen, peppering small kisses against her skin.

“How was the match?”, she asked whilst drawing random patterns on his back.

He let out a loud sigh. “Alright”.

“Did you win?”.

“Mhm”, he nodded his head against her abdomen.

His body was lacking energy. Y/n knew that with the way he was responding to her questions. The way Isagi’s eyes averted to her thighs also didn’t go unnoticed by her.

Her plush thighs that were clad in fuzzy thigh high socks to keep her warm. The way her flesh bulged a bit at the hem of the socks from the slight tightness of them made his face heat up.

“You seem tired baby..”, she ran a hand through his blue tresses. “And hungry”, she mumbled to herself.

Y/n began to roll down her socks to her knees, exposing her plump thigh. “Go for it”, she was fully aware that he needed blood and so was Isagi but despite this, the boy shook his head.

“Don’t need it, I just need some sleep and I’ll be as good as new”, he lied through his teeth. Isagi ignored the way his mouth was watering from looking at her skin. He ignored it because he didn’t want to hurt her. He always got carried away and he didn’t want that to happen again.

Y/n lifted his head up by placing a hand on his chin and kissed him deeply, feeling his sharp canines bite gently on her lips, but not hard enough to leave a mark.

Isagi always unintentionally did this whenever he was hungry for blood which made it clear to the girl that he was lying.

“See? You do want blood. Now drink”, she forced his head down to her thigh as Isagi bit on the inside of his cheek as to control himself, but he couldn’t when she was being so persistent to the point where she let his head hover over his favourite spot to draw blood from, right on the inside of her thigh.

Isagi immediately spread her legs out and bit down on her skin, earning a small whimper of pain from Y/n.

He sucked hard on her skin, lapping up every single drop of blood that poured out of the small indents his teeth had made.

“That’s it..”, Y/n cooed to him. “I’m perfectly fine”, Isagi needed the reassurance as to keep taking as much as he needed.

Y/n wanted him to be able to sleep soundly tonight without having the thoughts of drinking blood plaguing his mind.

He hungrily kept consuming her blood, the sweet taste overtaking his senses and clouding his mind— he was in a state of intoxication.

Isagi lifted his head briefly to lick off the blood staining to corner of his mouth and went back down to pierce the girl’s skin again but in a different position on her other thigh, using his thumb to caress his previous indent.

Y/n’s leg twitched under his lips, in efforts to shake him off. She was starting to feel a bit drowsy.

“That’s enough baby”, she placed a hand on his head gently which only caused Isagi’s grip on her other thigh to tighten.

“Yoichi!”, at the sound of his name, Isagi came back to his senses as his eyes widened briefly before he made quick work in kissing the mark he left.

“I’m sorry”, he muttered against her skin.

She waved him off and smiled as he sat up and pulled her against his chest.

“You were really thirsty for my blood, weren’t you”, she teased with a snicker. Isagi playfully hit her shoulder.

“I wasn’t!”.

It wasn’t his fault her blood tasted so sweet.

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Sweet Treat / Robin Buckley x fem!reader

summary: blurb based on this post because I couldn’t stop thinking about it, also I 100% believe Robin has a huge sweet tooth and always wants something sweet late at night word count: 1.7k  a/n: my first time writing smut and hardly proofread so please be nice ok mwah mwah

You both make it a point to have dinner as much as possible together, but sometimes it just will not work. However, you guys always had dessert together. Even if it was 1 AM and you both had a long night, it felt wrong to skip having dessert together. Due to her notorious sweet tooth, it was mostly Robin’s habit that trickled into your daily routine. She’d finish washing her face but want company down in the kitchen while she ate her ice cream so you’d come down with her. If you guys couldn’t eat dinner together, this was the only time you’d have to ask about one another’s day. Sometimes even when you were eating dinner together, you guys would be too caught up talking about something else entirely that you’d completely forget to ask about each other. Never on purpose, but Robin and you are not immune to gossiping. 

Tonight is no different. Robin uses a special ice cream scooper that you got engraved with her initials on it for your first anniversary to scoop heaps of ice cream into her bowl. She even makes you a bowl, taking extra care to pick a good maraschino cherry to garnish yours with. She’s freshly showered, wearing a big t-shirt of yours while her hair dries. She’s walking back and forth from the fridge to the kitchen counter, where you’re sitting, in her white socks that she’s scrunched down. She’s telling you about some snags she hit with the production of a student film. 

You’re really trying your best to listen to her, but it’s so difficult when she sounds like that. The worst part is that she’s not even trying. She just has a voice that sounds like smoke. It’s low, and she rasps, and when she’s getting into what she’s talking about it goes high and carries these cracks that make your brain go fuzzy. And her nipples are hard against your old college t-shirt that she’s wearing. And you’ve been thinking of feeling her wrapped around you since you left for work in the morning and she was still sleeping, her hair on your pillow. 

Robin’s telling you between bites of ice cream, “...it’s not like I haven’t tried to compromise with them. I don’t know. What do you think, baby?” 

You haven’t been paying attention. You’ve been absentmindedly eating your ice cream, just listening to the sound of her voice and not the actual words. There’s no way to even pretend like that wasn’t the case, because Robin can tell when she looks at you. 

“I’m sorry, Rob. Okay? I wasn’t listening, baby. I’m sorry. But it’s your fault. It’s your stupid voice.” You’re pouting slightly, and Robin knows what you mean when you call her voice stupid. 

Robin moves from where she was leaning against the kitchen sink to step closer to you and stand between your legs as you sit on the counter. She’s taken both your now empty bowls of ice cream and moved them aside, placing cold fingertips on the inside of your knee. “My voice?” Robin’s asking, just so she can hear you elaborate. 

“Yeah. I wish you sounded like Kermit or something so I wouldn’t want to jump your bones every time you open your mouth.” You’re mostly kidding, settling your hands at the nape of her neck and feeling her damp hair on your fingers. Then Robin starts to laugh. 

“God, don’t laugh! That’s even worse than when you talk. I hate what it does to me.” You’re doing a horrible job at scolding her. Because whatever blood flow was rushing to your brain has since abandoned your brain and moved elsewhere. 

“Aww, it’s okay Y/N. But really, what are we gonna do about this?” She’s evil. She’s torturing you, and worst of all, she’s enjoying it. She’s tracing little shapes on your inner thighs now and rubbing her nose against the column of your throat, just staying there. Her head is right under your nose, you can smell her shampoo and you’re losing more of the little grip you had on reality before. 

You duck your head under to kiss her earlobe. “I don’t know. I’d have to fuck you with earplugs on, I guess.” 

Robin is so vocal, she always has been. You can hear all her little sighs and feel her lips curling up into a smile against your throat. She starts nipping at your collarbone and kneading her hands against your hips. Once she feels you shiver she stops and you immediately whine a little, missing her teeth on you. She looks at you and says, “But you love my voice too much to do that.” You’re so needy, and you’ve had enough of her teasing. So you finally kiss her, licking into her mouth. She tastes like the ice cream you both just ate and you can’t stop. She rakes her hands up your t-shirt, brushing a thumb across your nipple. You feel all the air move out of your lungs. But it’s still not enough, you want more. You’re desperately moving as close to Robin as possible, ass right at the edge of the kitchen counter. Robin’s the first to pull away and catch her breath. With her face a little flushed, you already miss the warmth of her cheeckbone against your skin. She pulls one of her hands away from your breast to brush her thumb against the pillow of your bottom lip. “Can you open for me, baby?” 

You love putting her fingers in your mouth, you love it even more when she’s asking you to. You obediently suck on her fingers. She’s almost cooing at you, she even starts brushing your hair away from your face. “There you go. Y’look so pretty.” 

When she says stuff like that it makes you wet instantly. You can feel yourself dampening, almost embarrassed about the effect she has on you. You pull your mouth off her fingers to say, “I’ve been thinking about you all day. And you’re in my t-shirt. Seriously baby, what’s your problem?” You whine at Robin because she hasn’t touched you where you want yet. 

She does this exaggerated gasp that only makes you wetter. This woman has a death wish against you. “Lucky for you, I like it when you’re a little mean,” She inches her hands just a little higher, hooking her fingers inside your panties but still not touching your clit. It’s the slowest few seconds ever until she finally palms at your center. “What are you so wet for, hm?” Robin asks as if she doesn’t know the answer. 

You’re touching her wherever you can but it still doesn’t feel like enough. Your knees are hitched up right where her hips are, and you’re squeezing the curve of her ass to try and get her as close as she can possibly get to you. You sigh against her, “Don’t make me say it…” 

“Please?” She has the most devilish look in her eye when she adds the next part, “For me?” Then she dips her fingers in your panties and starts rubbing circles into your clit. It feels so good you start rolling your eyes back. 

“I hate you,” You tell her while sloppily kissing the flat of her forehead. 

She’s sucking little love bites into the side of your neck. She is filled with cockiness as she says, “No, you don’t.” She easily dips her fingers inside of you. You gasp against the feeling of your cunt being filled by her fingers. 

“Baby, give me your fingers,” You’re requesting for her fingers back in your mouth, needing something to suck on while you ride her fingers against the kitchen counter. This is so dirty, you both know it. But you both are too horny to care, as she keeps pumping her fingers in and out of you. You can feel her nipples rub against yours, losing your mind at the friction. Robin brings her thumb to your clit, rubbing circles into it torturously slow. You’re moaning around her fingers in your mouth and keeping your eyes glued to her, counting all the freckles between her eyes. 

“You sound so good. You’re doing good, baby.” 

“Think, fuck, think I need those earplugs,” You tell her because if she keeps talking to you like this you’ll combust. 

Since Robin loves to watch you squirm, she brings her lips right up against your ear and whispers, “Should I be quiet? Would you like that better?” 

The little puffs of air against your ear, Robin’s hair grazing the side of your face, the way her eyes keep opening a little wider and wider to look at you, having her like this still isn’t something you’re used to. When she hits that spot inside you that makes you squirm, you take a second to recalibrate yourself before saying to her, “You’re so cocky tonight, how come?”

Robin makes a good effort to pretend to think while she just takes you closer and closer to the edge, all your senses blurring more and more the longer she goes on for. She keeps chasing the same spot above your breast with big kisses, sweetly reminding you that she can be both doting and drive you insane. 

Ultimately, she is too eager of a lover to truly be a tease. “Not cocky, just know who I have,” she starts rubbing circles into your clit a little faster, making you arch into her, hard nipples right against Robin. You’re falling a part quickly, Robin is pulling out little whimpers from short sighs, all you want is for her to keep talking you through it. “She’s pretty great, but she’s always saying she hates me,” Robin fake pouts at you.

You’re clench as she fingers you deeper. With a maon you tell her, “Fuck, I don’t-don’t think she hates you right now.” 

Robin smirks, her lips pulling up in the corners and attaching themselves to your collarbone, her final move to drive you insane and right to the edge. “Stay right there, you’re almost there,” It’s only a matter of moments until Robin speeds up and brings you over the edge. That clenching in your stomach releases and you let out one more moan right against the shell of Robin’s ear, carding your fingers through her still-damp hair. 

“God, fuck,” You’re still catching your breath, missing Robin’s fingers in you already. You look at her with that dazed and moony-eyed expression you get after she makes you come. 

Robin’s already smiling and looking too pleased with herself. After a little pause she says, “Still need those earplugs?”

With equal parts adoration and annoyance you tell her, “You’re insufferable,” 

[w1nterk1tty]

fit inspo?

i can definitely post some pics when i get time later this week ! (i desperately need to do laundry) but for now heres what i wear the most of this summer:

- the little really cropped sweaters (like right at ur boobs or above) over tanks or tube tops (usually also cropped but more like around the belly button)

- low waist mini skirts (my current faves are a pink velvet and a jean cargo) i prefer them tighter rather than a pleated or flared i just think it suits me better

- ripped up tights (usually white or black) u can get these anywhere really and then rip them up urself w a fork bc if ur anything like me they’re gonna get ripped anyways somehow

- legwarmers or knee/thigh high socks , i alternate between wearing them normally or bunching them up above my ankles kinda like legwarmers

- baseball caps idk why but i have been loving them recently bc i was never rly a hat person but now?? totally

- cargo pants , i have always been a lover of cargo pants but w my job its just wayyy easier to wear cargo pants than anything else , my fave pair are a khaki color i got at garage in soho last year

- low rise flare yoga pants/jeans , they just absolutely look way better on me than high waisted ever did and them trending again has absolutely done me every favor , my fave yoga pants are the grey pair from target

- off shoulder sweaters/sweatshirts over tanks will always b a staple to me i just think its so cute (current fave for this is a light pink VS pink sweatshirt)

overall my style involves a bunch of layering !! especially w tights, socks, and legwarmers which really makes it easy to transition when it finally gets colder again , i just tend to add more furry / fuzzy fabric and accessories when it gets colder and go with lighter fabrics during the heat (which i overall try to avoid bc i run hot)

also im not huge on accessories like jewelry and hair stuff most the time because i either forget or my fingers/hands arent in the mood to function and deal with little clasps or fixing my hair to go w accessories (which in and of itself is a huge fucking task that i tend to avoid as much as possible because i have so much hair it’s ridiculous)

but anyways !! i’ll definitely post some outfit inspo pics later this week because theres quite a bit to my style and this doesn’t really cover it all , but i hope this helped !! ty for asking 🫶🏻🩷

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS Fall - Chapter 10 - Part 1

BOOK TWO: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Noah Wright

"Noah. It's so good to see you," Mrs. Moretti exclaimed as she opened the front door for me on Friday, a day before October 31st.

She pulled me into a hug.

"Nice to see you too, Anna," I hugged her back with both arms for the sake that she's my boyfriend's mother.

A half-assed hug 'which is what I give everyone who hugs me who isn't Sam' probably wouldn't suffice.

We pulled away, Mrs. Moretti's smile still broad as Sam's father walked up.

"Noah," he spoke my name firmly with no hint of kindness as he stuck out his hand.

"Mr. Moretti," my tone is equally hard.

I went to shake the offered hand until his stern face broke into a grin.

"Come here," and he pulled me into a hug.

Sam's parents have always liked me.

I wasn't sure why, I broke Sam's heart pretty bad about six months ago but I guess they forgave me and I was thankful for that.

I didn't plan on breaking Sam's heart ever again.

But right then, Sam was quickly descending the staircase, biting his lip to suppress his smile as he hastily wrapped his arms around my neck.

I bent down grabbing him at his waist and lifted him slightly off the ground as I hugged him back.

I swore I heard Sam's mother squeal.

"Hey, babe," I greeted him quietly, so only he could hear me.

Setting him down, Sam was no longer hiding his contagious smile.

"Hey," he said equally soft, gazing into my eyes as if lovestruck.

There was a clearing of the throat from Steven, Sam's father.

We turned to him and he told us.

"The spare bedroom is all made up for you, Noah, so..."

"Dad, are you serious?" Sam questioned in dismay.

"Yes, you are a 'high schooler' living under my roof. Your boyfriend doesn't need to stay in the same room as you for you two to fornicate."

I instinctively stepped away from Sam and looked away.

Meanwhile, Sam's jaw dropped at his father's words, his facing heating up in an embarrassed blush as he exclaimed.

"Oh my God, Dad, we're not going to do anything."

"Oh, Steven, Noah's here for two nights, give the boys a break, he can sleep in Sam's bedroom."

Thank God for Sam's mother.

"I hope you both know what you're doing," Mr. Moretti continued and I didn't dare to look at him while he did.

"Because AIDS is a very..."

"Jeez, Dad. I'm still a virgin," Sam lied.

"Now can you please stop?"

But Sam didn't give Steven a chance to reply as he grabbed my hand and pulled me with him upstairs.

He slammed his bedroom door shut.

"That was so humiliating," he groaned with his face falling into his hands.

"Still a virgin, huh?" I questioned as I set my overnight backpack down on his floor.

His cat, DJ, strutted to me and rubbed his face on my leg.

Sam looked up at me with a slight grin.

"A little white lie never hurt anyone," he chuckled.

"Mmm, I think that was bigger than a little white lie and I also think your parents know you are not a virgin."

I sat down on his bed and immediately DJ cuddled up to me, so I rubbed his black fur in between his ears.

Sam chuckled at my comment.

"Yeah, probably."

Then in excitement, he started to speak on Halloween.

"Come and see how good my costume looks."

********

Sam's costume looked better than good on him.

He looked sexy as hell.

Our couples costume theme was a firefighter and a Dalmatian.

You can guess which one Sam was.

I'll give you a hint, though.

Sam was wearing an oversized white T-shirt that fell to his mid-thighs with black spots all over.

He was wearing short black shorts that barely surpassed his shirt.

High white socks that also had black spots.

Black slip-on Vans 'he didn't own any other brand of shoes'.

He wore fuzzy puppy ears on his head and had colored his nose black with hopefully a washable marker and not sharpie.

And my favorite, a red choker necklace.

I was wearing tan chino pants with red suspenders over a plain black t-shirt and a plastic firefighter hat on that I was sure I was going to ditch after one drink.

"This is the best you could come up with for a firefighter?" Sam had asked me when I put on my costume on Friday evening.

"Hey, you're lucky I even dressed up," I told him seriously.

I haven't dressed up for a Halloween party since my freshman year of High school.

"At least take your shirt off. You're supposed to be a sexy firefighter," he whined.

"Ouch. I'm not sexy just like this?" I asked as I mock being offended but he just gave me a disapproving expression.

I just rolled my eyes.

"Okay. Fine."

I slid my suspenders off my shoulders so I could remove my t-shirt before pulling the straps back up.

Sam grinned.

"Now, that's more like it," and he pecked me on the mouth.

[kitsunesanscollarbones]

Going strong for a week. Had fallen back into temptations but now back on track!

Age: 26

Gender: female

Height: 5 feet 1 inch

Sw:165.2

Cw: 157.3 lbs

1gw:149 lbs

2gw:130 lbs

3gw:110 lbs

Ugw:90 lbs

Relationship: married

Kids:3 and 5

Pets: 2 dogs and 5 cats

Occupation: housewife/stay at home mom

Interests: romance novels, anime, manga, lolita, sanrio, baking, gardening (my family are homesteaders), traditional living, writing, Christmas, home decor, learning new languages.

Reasons: to be small and delicate. To be a doll. To have my husband easily be able to sweep me up into his arms. To have people look and say I need to be protected. To be a soft little living doll. To wear big sweaters and thigh high socks. To wear sweet lolita clothes and look cute instead of a fatass. To know that sweet lolita clothes will make people look and go oh yes that suits her and not snicker behind their hands. To curl up on Christmas in my chair in front of the heater, warm sweater with fuzzy thigh high socks and a hot chocolate. To go and fit into any clothes I want to wear. To have control and get my life lined up.

These are some of the things that keep me going. I'd love to make a support friend to help keep each other responsible. I'm also working on overall bettering myself. Since starting back up I've remembered to drink 128 oz of water everyday, I've taken my vitamins everyday, I've put on nail growth serum and oil to my nails, I've started taking better care of myself. I love reading thinspiration imagines in my spare time to help motivate myself. This is just a little get to know me post since I feel like I always reshare posts but never make my own. Hoping to take a more active approach on here from now on. Once I lose all the weight I'll be doing a mommy makeover to remove lose skin and tighten up my body. My ultimate goal is to look like a living doll. I know alot of people have the goal of looking sexy and hot but I'm going for more cute and delicate. So if that's your preferred aesthetic then please message me so we can be friends!

[skenpiel]

dear god. should i spend all the money i just got from mom on cute things from etsy.

[starlitheaven]

— LIKE A WHOLE CONSTELLATION.

nanami kento x f!reader

summary. you never imagined your hunch about your boyfriend’s taste would lead to this.

tags. established relationship, sock/stocking fetish, foot fetish, foot job, nanami is a freak, dom/sub undertones, readers feet are regarded as small but no size specified nanami just has a slight size kink, daddy kink, come eating (sort of)

note. for @thetempleofnyx & @dearestgojo 🫶🏽 this is so cursed i'm so sorry fhfisf. title from nasty by ariana grande.

wc. 2.5k+

It had started innocently enough, in your opinion. Kento is an attentive boyfriend, the most you’ve ever had, so you didn’t think much of it at first. He liked spoiling you—his love—in any way that he could. 

When he began paying for your nail appointments, you raised yourself on freshly painted toes to pepper sweet kisses over his face. It made you giddy to show off your pretty nails for him, especially when it was a color that he had chosen for you. He preferred soft pastels on you, telling you how lovely the delicate shade looked against your skin. That time, he had knelt down as you sat on the edge of the bed to inspect the fresh set closely, gently wrapping a big hand over your ankle.

Kento placed a chaste kiss over the top of your foot. Your toes had curled instinctively, unknowingly causing arousal to pool in his gut. Cute. Still, he did nothing more than rubbing a thumb over the ghost of his kiss. “This is perhaps my favorite color for you. I should get you some new heels to go with it, hm?”

Absolutely thrilled at the promise of new shoes—meaning a shopping spree all paid for by your hard working boyfriend—you thought nothing of it. Kento was a gentleman through and through, down to his very core. Him getting down to remove and place all of the shoes you tried on was just another act of chivalry from him.

Back then, you hadn’t thought about how thrilling it was for him to see a sweet color on your pretty toes that he chose and paid for while wearing heels also paid for by him.

He had been more aggressive that night, hands pressing against your soft flesh as he rammed his hips deep inside of your cunt. Back arched and ankles on his shoulders, you were too blissed out to notice him turning and groaning into your foot, completely intoxicated.

Next was the massages. Even then, you hadn’t blinked twice when Kento insisted on giving you a foot massage when you emerged from your night shower. Walking the streets of Tokyo in your work heels left your feet aching and sore, so you thought your boyfriend was an angel to relieve some of the pain. Watching your favorite dramas and sipping on merlot, you weren’t aware of the soft moans that escaped your lips when Kento’s thumbs kneaded on particular parts of your foot. It just felt good to have that tension eased and mind a little fuzzy with wine. 

Fuzzy like the lavender socks you wear at home. It felt wrong to find your cute socks so arousing, but Kento couldn’t help it. They were all endearing in various colors and fun prints. Then there were the stockings and thigh high socks that accentuated the pretty arch of your foot, making him imagine it curled over his—

Kento cleared his throat, muscled thighs spreading apart as blood began to rush down. “Feels better, love?”

“Hm?” you peeled your eyes away from the lover interest on tv making a fool of himself. It’s then that you realized your feet no longer ached from the stress of the day. Unknowingly pushing your boyfriend's limits, you wiggled your toes cutely. “Yeah, so much better, actually! Thanks, sweetheart. Want another glass?” 

Feeling hot in his own skin, Kento tersely nodded. His jaw clenched until he willed his arousal to dissipate, which was difficult when your socked feet were still perched over his thighs. 

Much like now. Those instances were the first of many, and it took you some time to notice a pattern and the changes in your boyfriend. Once you took notice, you began to test out your hunch that had felt far-fetched at first, but soon became apparent. 

Kento had a foot fetish. Your boyfriend had a foot fetish and became aroused by your feet. Not only your feet, but your socks, stockings, and tights as well. Even the dainty toe rings you experimentally bought had him pressing you up against the elevator, too impatient to wait until you were home. 

It felt perverted and depraved—words you wouldn’t use to describe Nanami Kento. But when you thought about it, it was fitting considering how lewd he can be beneath his composed exterior. It’s what you loved about him, how well he hid his freakish thoughts. Only you were privy to his desires and you’d do almost anything to indulge him. 

Determined as ever, you hadn’t expected it all to play out the way it did. It wasn’t perfectly planned out on a romantic night with you dressed in brand new lingerie and stockings. You weren’t temptingly laid out for Kento on your king sized bed with sweet scented candles lit around the room. 

Through the balcony door, the living room was bathed in an orange glow as the sun began to dip below the horizon. It was cracked open slightly, and the fresh autumn breeze had you rubbing your legs together. You two were settled on the couch in a way you often did, with Kento on one end and you on the other. He was sitting with his back against the couch facing forward, book in hand, while you sat horizontal, knees bent and feet over his lap. 

You were scrolling on your phone, stretching your legs every now and then, pushing Kento further and further until he was reading the same sentence over and over. Giving up, he glanced down with a clenched jaw at your legs. The weather was finally transitioning away from the heat of the summer into cool autumn, so you were wearing a short cream colored thick sweater dress paired with matching socks that ended inches above your knees. 

The hem of your dress had risen up with your movements, exposing more of your plush thighs that Kento wanted to bite into. But his eyes were fixed on your feet, the thin fabric of your socks accentuating the pretty shape. Preoccupied with whatever you were watching, you continued to rub against his thighs, inching higher and closer to his hardening cock. This time, Kento made no attempt to stop himself from fully hardening. 

He’d had enough. Intoxicated by your small feet right over his lap, covered in long soft cream socks, he wanted nothing more but to give in to his pleasure. 

Setting his book aside, he let out a low sigh as your heel began brushing over his cock. He was fully hard now and you immediately halted your movements when you felt the familiar thickness of his cock. Your mouth opened in a gasp. 

“What—”

“Don’t stop.”

His deep voice cut through the quiet twilight air. The only other sound was your phone plopping against the couch, having slipped from your fingers in your shock. 

Still, you stared in disbelief at what was right in front of you. The bulge of Kento’s meaty cock was right beneath the soles of your feet, hot and heavy. Had he really gotten fully hard just from this? The thought was surprisingly thrilling. 

“K-Kento? Are you sure that—”

Kento clicked his tongue in disapproval. “My love, don’t make me repeat myself.”

The authority in his voice was sharp and deep; it left no room for disobedience. It was an order despite the fact that his voice never raised from its usual low resonance. Kento never had to yell or curse to get his point across—it’s one of the things you found most attractive about him. It made you docile and eager to please. 

Settling into that comforting space where you placed all of your trust in the man across from you, you nodded. Biting your lip, you resumed your movements, pressing your soft soles over your boyfriend's bulge. The fabric was thin enough that you felt how big he was so acutely, heavy cock hidden beneath the wool blend of his slacks and the soft cotton of his boxer briefs. You curled your toes slightly, thinking maybe you’d have a better grip, when Kento suddenly groans roughly. 

He’s unbuttoning the first two buttons of his linen shirt with one hand while the other rests possessive over your thigh. Raising his hips ever so slightly, he keeps his gaze fixed on your pretty feet massaging his cock. 

“Keep going.” he says, licking his lips as he watches intently. Those chocolate brown eyes you love have grown hazy with need. You nod dumbly, even though he’s not looking at you and put more force down on your feet. Spreading your toe, you make your way down to where the head of his cock has begun leaking through the fabric. “That’s it, love. Just like that, keep going.”

The perversion of it all makes your cunt pulse with need. By the time that Kento orders you to stop, you’re sure that your underwear is soaked with your juices. You pull back slightly, unsure of what happens next, but then your boyfriend begins undoing his belt. It’s slow and methodical as usual despite the fact that his chest is heaving slightly, the handmade leather sliding through the loops of his slacks—and you know exactly how that belt feels slapping lightly against the bare skin of your ass and back of your thighs—before being placed on the side table beside him. 

You’re becoming needier by the second, reaching down to play with your pussy as he’s unbuttoning his pants. Watching his large hands pull down the zipper, you run your index finger along your underwear. You’re much wetter than expected, the fabric sliding easily over your drooling cunt, making you whimper.

“Let me see it, angel.”

With a breathy gasp, you spread your knees apart for Kento, giving him a full view of you sliding your panties to the side and revealing that sweet cunt to him. His lips quirk up slightly, unable to resist the temptation of reaching over to rub a thumb along your folds, gathering your juices before bringing the digit to his tongue. 

Humming low in his throat, Kento leans over to give you a quick kiss. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

Your lip juts out slightly in a pout at the confession. “You should’ve told me, Kento. Why didn’t you?”

He sighs, pulling back to his previous position. “I wasn’t sure how to approach it. It’s—deviant. I know that, and didn’t wish to burden you in case it made you uncomfortable.” 

“But we just…this just happened.” 

“I know,” he closes his eyes, as if he’s done something unforgivable. Even so, he makes no move to stop what’s happening. “I lost judgment, I couldn’t control myself. You’re…very irresistible.”

Playfully toeing along along his thighs, right by his leaking cock but never touching it,

the smile you grace him with is dangerous. “So, you liked the toe rings then? Ruby is your birthstone, y’know. I got that one just for you, daddy.”

You see the moment it dawns on him that you knew on some level. His pupils have dilated, merely a brown ring. That’s when you use your toe to tug on the elastic of his boxer briefs. 

“I’ll make you feel so good,” you murmur, coyly peering up at him through your lashes. “Let me show you, please?”

Things were heading in this direction, but you know how Kento goes crazy for obedience and a sweet plea from you. Breathing out through his nose and jaw clenched tight, Kento slides his slacks and briefs down to mid thigh.

His dick stands upright, almost slapping against the trail of trimmed blonde hairs below his navel. It’s flushed a dark pink, the fat tip leaking precome down the long shaft. Kento takes care of himself very well, so he not only looks good but also tastes good—better than any other man you’ve been with. 

As impatient as you are to touch him, you wait for Kento’s cue to do so; a mere flick of his wrist. He doesn’t verbally reward you when you listen, but the grunt he lets out at your feet touching his bare cock is reward enough. The feel of the ridges and veins along his dick feel strange beneath the soles of your feet and the thought alone makes you feel hot. 

It feels brand new to explore his cock this way, completely different than mouthing at it, grasping it in your fist, or rubbing your cunt along it. You press your heel against his big heavy balls, rubbing hard the way he likes before sliding your foot down to press your toes against them. Kento’s hips slightly cant up against your foot, desperate in a way you rarely see from him.

His tip is drooling now, catching against the cotton of your socks. Kento sighs when your toes wiggle at the sudden dampness, transfixed as you search for a rhythm. It’s better than he ever imagined, all those times he got himself off in the shower at the thought of your feet. Your cute toes, the pretty arch, and those soft heels he wanted to bite into. 

It’s disgusting and he fucking loves it. 

“Get me off with them,” he pants out, voice raspy and hoarse and driven wild with lust. “Do it until I come all over those pretty feet, princess.”

And then you trap his cock with both of your feet, doing your best to keep a firm grip on him. His skin is hot and wet with his own arousal, and you fully coat him in it. The contrast between your soft white socks and his hard flushed cock stirs something inside of you.

“Oh, thats…” you trail off in a whisper, watching as you begin to jerk his dick with your feet in a steady rhythm. It’s so fucking lewd to see your cute socks being used like this, becoming stained with Kento’s precome. “Daddy, this looks so hot. Mmm, ‘m really wet.”

The little gasps and mewls that escape your puffy lips make Kento's mouth dry. He begins fucking his hips up to match your movements, fucking those beautiful feet of yours and ruining you forever.

Kento curses, head tipping back against the back of the couch. Every little curl and twitch of your toes, every feel of your curved arch has him dizzy with need. He feels his blood hot beneath his skin, abdomen tightening with an overwhelming lust.

"Fuck," he growls, fucking you sloppy and he almost can't recognize himself. It's exhilarating. "Faster, baby, shit—faster. I'm almost there, just a bit—nngh—a bit more."

His words come out in heavy pants, but you rapidly nod along like his perfect girl. You squeeze and jerk his dick and he just watches himself fuck into your feet, cursing and grunting until the tension that's built inside of him completely snaps, and he comes with a long moan. His come spurts up, more than usual and landing on your toes and top of your feet.

Kento thinks he blacks out for a few seconds.

“Look,” you say suddenly with a breathy giggle. When Kento opens his eyes that he doesn’t remember closing, he’s faced with the pretty sole. Not only is it small and cute, but the light fabric is soaked with his spunk. “I’m all messy now, but I don’t think you’d mind this mess, hm?”

He can see a bit of your skin now, and suddenly he has the urge to suck his juices off from your sock. So he does. Lightly grasping your ankle, Kento ignores your little yelp as he licks from the bottom of your foot to your toes. Your sock is soft against his tongue, pressed so close to your skin, and then Kento tastes his own come. Moaning, he takes your toes into your mouth, sucking the small digits and pressing the tip of his tongue in between.

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

💛Questions for Your Ocs💛

💖your favorite color?

🕺your favorite outfit?

😼favorite sibling/parent?/j

🍕dodgeball or volleyball?

👏favorite food?

💃do you like to dance? and if so, favorite dance move?

🪷trees or bushes?

☕️do you like surprises?

🎃favorite holiday?

hope I’m not bothering you!! I just really wanna know what Tam and Karai’s favorite things are💖💖 hope you’re doing well too, eat food and drink water!! 💖💖💛💛

-Lord Freg Almighty💛👍

LORD FREG HAS APPEARED TO MY ASK BOX AND ILL SHALL DO WHAT IS ORDERED

Tysm for the ask and I think it helped me explore the characters more myself! ^^

Love it when Freg pops up in my feed >:]

💜Karai💜

💖your favorite color?

Pastel lavender or plain purple- duh!

🕺your favorite outfit?

Just the casual!

Simple lavender tank top with black shorts, she also wears purple and hot pink (yikes) striped thigh-high socks underneath with fuzzy brown boots! (And an iconic light purple mask with a big bow with a tool belt around her waist)

😼favorite sibling/parent?/j

She loves all her siblings equally- but she does hold a soft spot for the twins- they bug her the most but she'd miss it if it stopped!

Parents the same, but she does have a sort of bumby relationship with Papatello atm

🍕dodgeball or volleyball?

None- too similar to the horror stories her dad tells of... Beach balls.

👏favorite food?

Anything mildly spicy or cold soba!

💃do you like to dance? and if so, favorite dance move?

Have you met her dad? She LOVES to dance!! not sure she has a certain/favorite dancemove and just gets jiggy with it, but I suppose she doesn't mind the cupid shuffle! It's the only dance she can really do that her siblings follow along with!

🪷trees or bushes?

Trees! She's always wanted to see a full live tree and not a rotting/krang covered one!

☕️do you like surprises?

With 5 siblings... Depends on the surprise LOL

🎃favorite holiday?

She loves fourth of July- they don't really get super celebratory for the holiday, but she likes blowing stuff up with her uncle Leo!

💚Tam💚

💖your favorite color?

Gotta be lime green!

🕺your favorite outfit?

One of the only she has half the time, a darkish orange baggy top with sweat pants and a purple bandana holding back her hair with hoop earrings!

😼favorite sibling/parent?/j

Oh Tam is a grade A mama's girl- and she loves Raph, Leo, and Mikey all the same!

...It's April.

🍕dodgeball or volleyball?

Volleyball! She used to play almost wickedly good when she was younger.

👏favorite food?

Extremely spicy nachos or grilled cheese!

💃do you like to dance? and if so, favorite dance move?

Like Karai, it all depends! Sometimes she just let's loose and does random dancing... She DOES however know how to do the Wobble fabulously ✨️

🪷trees or bushes?

Gotta say bushes! But only cause she wishes to go pick berries and such with the little ones one day!

☕️do you like surprises?

Same answer as Karai +a low key mad scientist Husband-

🎃favorite holiday?

Christmas! The only time the she feels she can rightfully spoil the hell out of her kids and be with the family for some good quality bonding time ^^

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Ahh sorry it's a bit long but I just love the ask! Again, thank you for it and I'm glad I was able to share some of my wisdom on these gremlins of mine 🙏

XOXO💜!! :D