#bleach-your-panties ☆

[sleepingpillscosmos]

Yes!! Somebody I can talk to about Tokyo Ghoul😤

please I've been waiting for this moment since I started reading tokyo ghoul 😭

it's a shame that so few people read/saw it because it's an actual masterpiece! it became my favourite manga after like 2 chapters

[bastardblvd]

I was over here spinning the wheel of misfortune again for shits and giggles and just had a wonderful idea for some Halloween smut/crack involving Toji😭😭😭

I MUST KNOWWWWW

[qichun]

Unpop opinion: I like Toge's spiked-up hair better🤍🫶🏽

That is a valid opinion. I like both for very different reasons. The spiked up hair definitely is hot, but his down hair style gives him a softer look, still hot though. I don't mean soft as in uwu, just soft.

[darkwicks]

Hi dear~ I just wanted to ask if i could update my ratings on my megumi post for the tun collab to nsfw, angst, crack, fem reader 💓😘

sure thing!! I updated it for you! :D

[girlyhornywriter]

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Your girlfriend had never exactly been "skinny". She wasn't fat by any means (not when you two got together at least), but there was always a certain roundness to her that caught your eye from the beginning. It was just enough to make it clear that she wasn't someone who put in any time at the gym. She didn't have those firm edges and defined angles that muscle would have given her figure... She was too lazy to strive for that. She just wasn't all that motivated by food, so she never ate enough for her weight to really change.

That was before she moved in with you, though.

It wasn't intentional at first. She spent a lot of time at home, since she only worked part-time, and you had always kept your fridge and pantry stocked with a bunch your favourite snacks... which also turned out to be some of her favourite snacks. When she lived alone, she was too disorganised to keep her pantry properly stocked, so snacks were a luxury that diminished fast at her old place. Living with you meant they were always getting refreshed as soon as they started to run out, so she didn't have that natural limitation.

And it started to show.

It was slow enough that it took you both by surprise, but she was getting bigger. Every morning, you noticed how much longer it took her to get ready, even as she remained oblivious to how her routine was adapting. She fought to put on her panties every morning, stretching them to their limit as they were pulled over her rounder ass; she needed to suck in her belly as far as she could just to get her jeans to button up, and the strain they were under was she let her gut spill back out was clear even from where you would watch her; she would need to try on two or three tops before she found one that didn't leave the underside of her belly exposed. She blamed it on the fact you were making sure she drank more water now.

And you... agreed with her.

You knew that wasn't the truth. You always took out the garbage, and always saw the empty bags of chips and chocolate bar wrappers that you definitely knew hadn't been put there by you, but even though the fact she was plumping up from all that eating was obvious to you... You didn't want to reveal that to her.

Because then she'd probably stop eating so much. And then you wouldn't get to see her grow bigger.

You had never had a particularly strong preference about your girlfriend's size. Slim, thick, you loved her no matter what she weighed. But this was more than that. The way she was so oblivious to the way her body was changing, the way her clothes were straining to keep up, the fact that the snacks in your pantry were definitely disappearing faster than they had been when she first moved in... It was pushing all the right buttons for you. Sex had never been better, and she still hadn't noticed that you hands seemed to be spending a lot more time than usual groping her softer ass cheeks or squeezing the fat roll that was forming around her midsection.

So you kept your observations to yourself, and made sure to double your snack purchases to make sure she never ran out of them while she was watching TV or gaming at home while you were out at work. You even started leaving some in the living room sometimes, so that she could indulge her appetite without even needing to think about it. You'd get home in the evening to find her lying on the couch, finishing off her sixth bag of chips, her jeans unbuttoned to make room for the extra belly she was sporting... And then she'd ask what you wanted to do for dinner.

But you weren't fattening her up. You were just making it easier for her to do that to herself. It was all her decision, after all. As far as anyone could prove, you just hadn't noticed that you were buying boatloads of your girlfriend's favourite snacks and leaving them all around the house for her to mindlessly graze on all day long. Her eating habits just totally slipped by you...

That excuse didn't hold up so well when you started bleaching the tags on her clothes so that she wouldn't notice you replacing them with the next size up any time she started struggling to pick out an outfit that she could still fit her fat gut into. But still weren't technically forcing her to eat so much and never exercise any of those calories off. You were just... making sure her clothes stayed comfortable! And that she didn't get self-conscious about rapidly approaching the plus-sized range of clothes! Yeah, you were totally just being a good boyfriend.

You were always on her side when she would complain that your favourite restaurants were sneakily reducing their serving sizes. Of course that's what they're doing, babe! Why else would you still be hungry after your usual order? We'll get you a second dessert though, it's okay...

And you always reassured when she would ask you if you thought she looked a little different lately. You look as beautiful as you always have, babe. I'm sure your face just looks a little rounder because of the way you've been styling your hair lately. Don't be silly babe, you don't have a double-chin, it's just the lighting. Your thigh gap is still there sweetheart, don't worry, your belly just blocks your view of it.

You did so much to keep her spirits up when she got laid off from work, too! Bringing home take-out for her to cheer her up when you'd come home from work, telling her she could spend as long as she needed cooped up in the house, encouraging her interest in taking up baking to fill in her now-abundant free time...

You were just being a good boyfriend. It's not you fault she got so fat...

As you get back from work with the three twelve-inch pizzas she asked you to pick up on the way home though, and watch her struggle to rock herself onto her feet from her position seated on the couch, you do feel a tiny bit responsible for what she has become.

Maybe you did enable her NEET tendencies, just a bit. But she has such a big smile on her face as she waddles towards you in the doorway, licking her lips, so she can't be that bothered by the fact that she hasn't really left the house in the past month...

And maybe she wouldn't be so obese if you didn't make her heavy-cream milkshakes whenever she mentioned being in the mood for something sweet. But could the dozens of pounds of flab and blubber jiggling and bouncing on her frame with every step she took towards you definitely be blamed on those thousands of empty calories?

An argument could be made that telling her that she didn't have to keep wearing clothes around the house if she didn't want to didn't really help her waistline... But you stopped being able to find clothes in her size eventually, and she was going to notice her outfits tearing sooner or later if you didn't do something. You think her new au natural suits her really well, though! You love the fact that you don't have to wait until you get her into the bedroom to see the thick rolls of chub adorning her once-flat tummy, or the thick layers of cellulite coating her ass and thighs, or her pendulous tits that bounce against each other with every step she takes. It's not like she seems to mind the fact that it's so much easier for you to grope every fleshy inch of her, either.

As she reaches you and opens up the first pizza box, she stops for a second, her hand already halfway towards her first delicious slice. She looks at you, and when she catches her breath, she speaks:

"Babe... Do you think I'm getting fat?"

[mercvry-glow]

a girls guide to shopping

parings. michael robinavitch x bratty!reader

summary. a shopping trip goes sideways after a teenager clocks your shit at a panty sale. thankfully your hot doctor boyfriend knows what's best.

warnings. age gap (robby early 50s, reader late 20s early 30s), reader gets punched, and passes out, hospital setting, robby is a little stressed and sassy but so is reader, pretty light overall, let me know if there's anything else!

notes. I love them your honor! sorry for not posting for a few days while i figured out these stories/dynamics. always feel free to request dynamics like these, I love them more than anything else! as always any and all feedback is appreciated!

wc. 1900+

Coming into the ER while you were supposed to be shopping was a total fucking downer. Once, the mall had been a magical place—a glittery,  pretzel scented wonderland where you could lose hours drifting between candle shops and designer racks, sipping iced lattes and swatching lip gloss on the back of your hand like a civilized woman.

Now? Now it was the place where you got decked in the face by some teenage gremlin in low-rise jeans over a pair of lace panties.

And because you were a grown adult, you couldn’t even swing back.

Tragic.

You didn't even remember hitting the floor. Just the sharp, burning pop in your nose, the stars behind your eyes, and then—darkness. The paramedics told you you were out cold for maybe ninety seconds, but it was long enough to wake up under fluorescent lights, head pounding and crop top slightly askew.

“We got a female, LOC for approx one minute,” one of the EMTs was saying now as they wheeled your stretcher through the ER. “Vitals stable, GCS fifteen, alert and oriented, just... uh... kinda pissed.”

“That’s putting it lightly,” you muttered, clutching the melting bag of ice someone had tossed at your face like it could fix your whole life.

“Can you tell us your name again?” asked the other paramedic—young, blonde, and way too chipper for your taste.

“Yeah. It’s ‘I want a lawyer.’”

He snorted. “Okay, feisty’s good. You remember what happened?”

“I got my shit rocked by a seventeen-year-old with acrylics and rage issues over a five-dollar thong. And I swear to God, if I have to get my nose redone, someone’s getting sued. Possibly everyone!”

The paramedic just chuckled again and turned to the nurse approaching the stretcher. “We got a real diva on our hands.”

“Do not diminish me,” you snapped, even as you adjusted your messy bun and adjusted your once cute, now bloodied, jacket. “I am a victim of retail violence.”

The nurse—a tan-skinned, shorter woman with dark hair, and a clearly unbothered attitude—just gave you a once-over. “Put her in Bay 3. Maybe Dr. Robby can talk her down.”

You blinked. “Wait. Did you just say Robby?”

The paramedic raised an eyebrow. “You know him?”

Oh, you knew him.

You dated him.

Michael Robinovitch: broody, brilliant, perpetually annoyed trauma doc. Your boyfriend. Also, the last person on earth you wanted to see you laid out in a hospital bed with smeared lip gloss and a possible concussion.

You shot upright slightly—then immediately winced and laid back down.

“Please don’t tell him it’s me,” you whispered like it was a state secret. “Lie. Say I died. Switch my name with someone else’s. Say I’m contagious.”

The nurse smirked. “Yeah, he’s gonna love this.”

That was the moment you knew you were screwed.

The curtains around North-3 weren't soundproof, but you were trying to pretend they werer. You laid there with an ice pack balanced across your nose and a mild headache blooming behind your eyes. The ER smelled like bleach and overworked nurses, and you were pretty sure one of your press-on nails had popped off in the ambulance.

The nurse—Princess, according to her badge—was updating something on the computer, tapping the keys like she’d done this a thousand times. She had a chill vibe, low braid, cute scrubs. Honestly, you respected her.

“So, just to confirm,” she said without looking up, “you fainted in Victoria’s Secret?”

You sighed. “Technically, I passed out next to a panty display. Slightly more dignified.”

Princess grinned. “Right.”

“I had a head injury,” you added defensively. “And that girl came flying at me like I personally wronged her.”

“You’re lucky you didn’t get trampled.”

“Thank you for your concern,” you said, deadpan. “I didn’t get to buy my stuff either.”

Princess chuckled. “I’ll put that in your chart.”

You slumped back onto the gurney, closing your eyes. This was officially the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to you. Which was saying something, considering you once accidentally sexted your building manager.

The sound of hurried footsteps pulled your attention to the hallway.

“Where is she?” came a familiar voice. Calm, but rushed. Less annoyed than… worried.

Your stomach dipped.

Princess didn’t even glance over. “There it is.”

You opened your eyes, sitting up slowly. “He’s here?”

“Yup.”

“Do you know if he’s like—mad?”

Princess finally looked up at you. “He looked… like he needed to know you were okay.”

You bit your lip. “Ugh. That’s worse.”

The curtain pulled open gently—no dramatic whip, no scolding.

There he was.

Dr. Michael Robby Robinovitch. Brown hair slightly messy, like he’d run his hands through it on the way down, stethoscope hanging around his neck, scrubs just a little rumpled. His eyes landed on you immediately, softening the second he saw your face.

“You fainted over a pair of underwear?”

Your smile dropped. “Excuse me, I was attacked over a pair of underwear.”

A flicker of amusement crossed his face, but he didn’t laugh. He stepped inside quietly, pulling the curtain mostly shut behind him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice low.

“I mean, my face hurts and my dignity’s practically, but otherwise? Sure.”

He moved closer, reaching out carefully to lift the ice pack away. “Let me see.”

You let him, even though the swelling around your nose made you feel anything but cute. He studied you for a second, then met your eyes.

“Doesn’t look broken. We’ll scan just to be safe.”

You tried to joke. “If I need a nose job, I’m getting a cute one.”

His mouth twitched. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, resting his hand gently on your knee.

“I got paged when they brought you in,” he said quietly. “Didn’t know it was you until I heard the report and someone described you as all ‘crop top’ and ‘attitude.’”

You laughed, even though your head throbbed a little when you did. “Hell yeah.”

“I was worried,” he admitted, thumb brushing lightly over your knee. “You don’t just faint. That’s not you.”

“I didn’t mean to be dramatic,” you said softly. “I just… kind of blinked and hit the floor.”

“You don’t have to explain. You’re here. That’s what matters.”

You exhaled, letting yourself relax for the first time since the mall.

He looked at you again, a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Can’t leave you alone for five minutes, can I?”

You smirked. “You really can’t, look what I get up too.” 

Robby didn’t move right away. His hand rested on your knee, thumb tracing quiet, reassuring circles through the thin hospital blanket. You shifted slightly, trying not to wince at the dull ache spreading from the bridge of your nose up into your forehead.

“Do I look terrible?” you asked, your voice lower now.

He glanced up from your chart, his soft brown eyes sweeping across your face—not with judgment, but with quiet focus. “You look like someone who took a hit and handled it.”

“So... still cute?” you teased lightly.

Michael’s lips curved, just barely. “Always.”

You smiled, then sighed. “This might be the most embarrassing day of my life.”

“Worse than the time you locked yourself out of the house in your underwear?”

“Low blow Mikey, low blow… and that was different. That was private shame. This is public, in my baby tee, with paramedics and nosy mall goers.”

He hummed softly, stepping back just as Princess peeked back in through the curtain, a clipboard in hand.

“Radiology’s ready,” she said with a kind smile. “You want a wheelchair or are you feeling steady?”

You started to sit up. “I’m fine. I can walk.”

Michael gave you a look—calm but pointed. “Let me help you.”

“I can do it.”

“I know,” he said, already offering a hand. “But let me anyway.”

You hesitated, then reached for him. His hand was warm and steady, and the way he hovered—not overbearing, just present—made you feel safe, even if your pride was still limping along behind you.

The walk down the hallway was quiet. The CT tech moved efficiently, guiding you through the scan with minimal small talk, and before you knew it, you were back in your bay, settling onto the stretcher again with a little more care than before.

Robby was waiting, flipping through a printout from radiology.

“Well?” you asked.

He glanced at you. “No fracture. No concussion. You’re just bruised, a little rattled too, but otherwise okay.”

You exhaled. “Good.”

He softened as he looked at you again, that quiet relief flickering behind his usual calm. “You scared me.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“I know.”

Yet another nurse returned just then, handing over a water bottle and a stack of discharge instructions. “You’re free to go. Ice for the swelling, rest tonight, and take it easy for a couple days.”

Michael took the papers from your hands before you could even skim them. “I’ll go over these with her.”

You gave him a look but didn’t argue. It was kind of nice, having him take over. Quietly protective. Familiar.

They gave you a small smile. “Try to stay out of trouble, okay?”

You nodded. “No more shopping trips. Lesson learned.”

Michael helped you off the bed with a gentleness that didn’t surprise you. As you reached for your bag, you felt his hand at the small of your back, guiding you without a word toward the exit.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, glancing up at him as the first doors opened.

He looked down at you, a soft smile tugging at his mouth. “Always.”

As the next set automatic doors hissed, the cool mid-day air brushed against your skin. The hospital parking lot glowed in the flickering daylight, and for the first time all day, things felt quiet. Still.

Michael walked beside you, not rushing, just staying close. You didn’t say much—didn’t really need to.

At your rideshare pickup spot, since you clearly hadn’t taken your car here. You stopped and turned toward him. He still had the discharge paperwork tucked under one arm, the other hand resting casually on the small of your back.

“You sure you’re okay to go?” he asked, voice low.

You nodded. “Yeah. A little sore. A lot tired. But I’ll be fine, hopefully.”

His eyes searched yours for a moment, not quite convinced.

“You passed out,” he said gently. “That’s not nothing.”

“I know.”

“If anything feels off tonight—headache that gets worse, nausea, anything weird—call me.”

You nodded again, a little slower this time. “I will.”

He studied you for another beat, then stepped forward, brushing a stray piece of hair from your cheek. His hand lingered there, warm against your skin.

“I mean it,” he said. “Even if it’s just a gut feeling. Call me.”

You smiled softly. “Okay.”

Then, without any rush, he leaned in and kissed you—just a quick, careful kiss to your forehead, right above the bruise forming at your hairline. Tender and light. Like punctuation at the end of a sentence that didn’t need words.

“Rest,” he murmured. “I’ll check in later.”

You watched him for a second before stepping back toward the car that had just pulled up.

And even though your face still ached and your head felt like cotton, you suddenly felt a little better than you had all day.

mercvry-glow 2025

[cyancherub]

Hi, I just wanted to ask if the wheel of misfortune will be open this year? I'm getting back into writing and I've never done a collab before, I'd like to try my hand at it!

IM SO SORRY </33 im way too swamped with work/personal stuff to host a collab this year BUT U ARE MOST DEFINITELY FREE TO USE THE PROMPTS AS INSPIRATION

[eclipseslayer]

PRETTY PINK PANTIES

• TOJI FUSHIGURO X F!READER SMUT ONESHOT

• SUMMARY: Toji catches a glimpse of your panties one morning and then gets drunk to take his mind off of it. However, his drunk mind seems to have other plans when he finds himself suddenly in your bedroom.

• CW: DARK CONTENT! Icky!dad!Toji, panty-sniffing, masturbation, incest.

• WC: 1kish

Another night, another drink.

Toji groans as he downs his fourth beer, feeling the weight of the liquid sit in his stomach, making for a rather unpleasant feeling. He scratches his stomach while he feels his head go into a woozy state from all of the alcohol he's consumed.

He grunts.

He wouldn't have to feel this shitty if he didn't drink to get over what he saw earlier today.

The memory keeps playing back in his mind like a broken record, and it makes Toji want to smack his skull against the wall, because he knows he shouldn't think about it, but, fuck, for some reason, he can't help it.

You were leaving early this morning to go to class. Toji was making himself some coffee, when suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he sees you bend over to tie a loose lace on your sneaker, revealing your tight, pink panties beneath your skirt.

Toji quickly whipped his head away the second he laid his eyes on your underwear, not wanting to stare at them a second longer because he knew it was wrong.

But... fuck. Despite it all, he couldn't get those pretty pink panties that hugged your ass so well out of his head.

You're his kid. He can't be thinking like this.

Sure, he's always been kinda a deadbeat due to your mom missing in his life, but he couldn't do this to you.

He gets up from the couch, and, drunkenly, nearly stumbles over the coffee table.

No, he can't. He won't.

His head, clouded with the alcohol, makes the decision for him despite his nagging thoughts, as his mind takes control of his feet and moves them towards your room.

She's my fucking kid... can't do this—

Toji stumbles over his feet again but he catches himself on your doorframe.

Fuck.

He huffs; a heavy breath escapes him while he holds himself on the doorframe, and his eyes scan your room, looking for something that'll remove this weird attraction towards you—anything, especially something that'll gross him out or see you in a new bad light—

Ah, shit.

His eyes widen suddenly when he sees them: pretty pink panties, sitting on the floor of your room, discarded without a thought to the mind.

Toji's heart races in his chest, his throat constricting as if all the air has vanished. He can only manage a shaky exhale, overwhelmed by the sudden rush of fear that seeps into his mind.

What the hell am I doing? Toji wonders to himself, and yet, his feet take him forward again.

Slowly, one foot in front of the other, his feet drag him along, and Toji wants to grasp onto something, anything, maybe hold onto the doorframe to keep himself from sinking into this deep, dark hole, but, the alcohol clouds his restraint, making him lose himself to his deepest, darkest desires as he reaches down and picks up the pretty pink panties.

He swallows thickly as he stares down at the panties in his hands. His heart picks up its' pace again, and he lets out another shaky breath once he feels his cock hardening just from the sheer sight of the panties alone.

He looks around, looking for you, but then suddenly remembers you're still on campus, probably doing a late-night class.

His cock strains against his pants again, as if it's telling Toji to just do it—do what he needs to do and get it over with, so, hesitantly, he listens to his urge. He slowly lifts the panties to his nose and he inhales softly at first, but, once he gets a small whiff, he becomes quickly addicted and so he inhales. He inhales strongly as the fabric of the panties stick to his nostrils, filling his head with the scent of you.

And, God, do you smell good. Your panties smell warm, and ripe, like you had been sweating in them all day. There's even little bleach stains on the lining of the panties where your discharge had been.

Fuck.

If he could get his hands on you right now, he'd be the happiest man alive, burying his face between your thighs to smell and lick your pussy to death, until you'd be cumming all over his tongue, but he can't so his hand begins to grope his own hard dick through the fabric or his pants.

He groans, leaning his head back as he lets out a shaky sigh against the fabric of your panties. He keeps them on his face while his hands move down to slip off his sweatpants where he tugs on the grey hemline, slipping them down until the fall into a pool around his ankles.

He huffs when his eyes dart down to look at his dick poking through his underwear. He should be ashamed that he's this hard after smelling his daughter's underwear, but, he's too far in now to give a fuck.

He tugs his underwear down and lets it fall down around his legs and he sighs when he finally frees his cock from their constricting confines.

He pushes the panties to the side on his face so he can spit into his hand with ease, before bringing his hand back down to his aching cock where he begins to slowly pump himself.

He groans, lowly, as he revels in the smell of your panties. His cock throbs in his hand while he continues to smell deeply, imagining that this was your pussy right here in front of his face.

God, how he wishes it were so. He wishes his tongue was pressed deep into your pussy, tasting the sweat that had leaked from your body during the day. He wishes his lips were wrapped around your clit, sucking on it fervently while you would whine and moan about his good his tongue is. He wishes his fingers were curling inside you, over and over again so he could hear your wet, squelching cunt as it would gush around him.

He'd call you his "good girl" and would kiss your thighs, thanking you for letting him explore your body—which is something he's been wanting to do for what seems like a while now, as he finally admits it to himself.

He just can't help but get hard around you. He doesn't know why, but he does. He knows it's shameful, which is why he turned around so quickly this morning from catching a glimpse from your pretty pink panties.

Nevertheless, he grunts as he continues to pump his cock in his fist.

The pace is slow and lazy at first, as he wants to savor the smell of your pussy on his nose, but then, it grows more desperate, more needy as he imagines different scenarios with you.

Maybe he'll actually be inside of you one day, if he can convince you—as now, he's convinced himself that he wants this—or maybe he'll fuck that pretty mouth of yours and hold onto your hair while doing it.

"Ugh... haa... haa..." Toji moans as his breath starts to get heavy.

His grip tightens around his cock, focusing on the head of it which sends a jolt down his spine. He squeezes it, and lets out another groan, making his body shudder.

He inhales your panties again, and his pumping turns faster. He groans.

It's a constant cycle of sniffing, inhaling, and then pumping at a quicker pace, until Toji feels his balls tighten.

He brings his other hand down and squeezes his balls gently and then—

He cums.

He groans, loudly, and finishes right there in the middle of your room, shooting cum into his fist and some of it leaks onto the floor.

Breathing heavily, he hangs his head while his chest rises up and down, letting the panties fall back onto the floor, where they were.

He huffs, and a low chuckle erupts from him upon looking at the scene on the floor and his hand, as post-nut clarity finally hits him.

"Ah, fuck. What the hell have I done?"

[bastardblvd]

Salutations! I have a few questions pertaining to the horror collab and my submission for it, and I just wanted to clear them up before I started writing if you have a moment to indulge me 🧐🖋️✍🏽📝

yes i’d be happy to help!

[cherrygirlfriend]

─ SHE'S A MANEATER! ★

MAKE YOU WANT ALL HER LOVE!

★ pairing: maneater!reader x loser nerd!rafe

★ summary: rafe cameron is the biggest loser you know, but what happens in a dark janitor’s closet stays in a dark janitor’s closet…

★ warnings / tags: smut, MDNI! unprotected piv, sub!rafe, name calling, degradation. wc: 1k

★ author's note: i got a request for a mean reader who bullies rafe and since being mean to men is my favorite hobby… i couldn’t resist.

★ RAFE MASTERLIST ★

take out a dictionary. search for the word ‘loser’. the face that stares back at you? rafe cameron.

he represented everything you hated. goodwill clothes, friend group who's rather lather on axe body spray instead of taking a shower, staying in all his weekends studying or probably binge watching star wars, replaying the scene of princess leia in her golden bikini over and over again and jerking off into an old sock because no one invited him or his friends anywhere.

you were different. most of your college life consisted of going out and partying, breaking hearts of boys you couldn't give two shits about, spending money that didn't belong to you… it seemed like you didn't care about anything, something that the insecure boy couldn't relate.

"hi." rafe said softly and you turned to look at him with an irritated look on your face, your gaze trailing up and down his form with jusgement, the boy's face red and nervous, hand shaking as he held out something; three pieces of paper held together with a paper clip, "he-here's your essay." he muttered.

you took the paper, skimming over it before stuffing it into your bag, "it's about time." you scoffed, crossing your arms while he just stayed there, standing still, "what are you waiting for? a treat? get the fuck out of my face, loser."

"o-okay." rafe stuttered, still a small smile on his face as he made his way towards his friends, nearly tripping on his own shoelaces. but when no one was looking, you slipped a note into the locker you knew belonged to him.

your skirt was bunched up around your hips, straddling the boy who laid on the floor of the bleach-smelling janitor's closet, filled with your mingled heavy breaths and the perverted squelch of his cock inside your wet cunt.

rafe watched you under lidded eyes, your head thrown back as you used him to get yourself off, his hands on your plushy thighs, hips ramming up into you as one of your own hands hand cupped your tit, the other one between your own legs, helping yourself; you never let him touch you like that.

god, he felt like such a fucking loser. rafe would've done anything for you, and he pretty much did. he did all your homework, got you whatever illegal substances you wanted (most often coke or molly), fuck, you could probably get him to hurt someone without even regretting it.

rafe couldn't help it; you were the most gorgeous, perfect girl he'd ever seen. it was like whenever you walked into the room, every pair of eyes locked onto you, and you didn't even care; you didn't care how obsessed people were with you. you knew you were everything and didn't care. all you cared about was your own pleasure, about getting off, whether it was by sex, by being a bitch, by stomping over the hearts of all the boys obsessed with you.

your hand went to his neck and squeezed, a small whine leaving rafe's lips. you groaned in frustration, stuffing the wet pair of red panties into his mouth as you continued to ride him, mumbling, "shut the fuck up..." rafe could still taste the tang of your arousal on the lacy fabric, his eyes closing in bliss as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, making you let out quiet moans.

rafe tries mumbling through the fabric in his mouth to tell you that he was getting close, only for your grip on his throat tightening, your own face scrunching up in pleasure.

"f-fuck..." you moaned, the finget on your clit speeding up, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening, speeding the movement of your hips as you moved up and down on his cock, the lewd squelching and rapid breathing filling the small space

rafe let out a muffled moan when he felt your pussy squeeeeeeze around him and clench with the force of your orgasm, his hips bucking up involuntarily as warm spurts of his cum started coating your gummy walls, his grip on your thighs tightening, your head thrown back in bliss.

but when the both of you started getting down from your orgasms, you groaned and took your hand off his neck, getting off his softened cock as you looked down, seeing his cum trailing down your thighs and scoffing in irritation, your breathing still heavy as you spoke, "you fucking came in me."

you stood up on wobbly legs, grabbing a wet wipe from your bag as you started wiping the white substance off your legs. rafe sat up tentatively, and took your panties out of his mouth slowly tugging his boxer shorts back up, clearing his throat, "i'm sorry..."

"you should be." you sighed, throwing the wet wipe into a trash can and straightening your skirt, "better remember to never tell anyone about this." you scoffed, taking out a pocket mirror and holding it up to inspect your face, fixing some of your makeup as rafe stood up and pulled his jeans back up, sliding the lacy fabric in his back pocket.

"i won't..." rafe mumbled, starting to button his shirt back up "y-you know, you'd probably look much better without makeup..."

what rafe thought would be a compliment seemed to offend you, though, making you scoff and roll your eyes, "i don't care what you or any other guy thinks about me. now wait five minutes before you come out to make sure no one sees."

and so you simply opened the door and made your way out, leaving the boy standing in the dark janitor's closet, haphazardly dressed and chest still slightly heaving as he ran a hand through his mussed up hair.

YOU WISH YOU NEVER EVER MET HER AT ALL!

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ tagging some moots <3: @nemesyaaa @inbred-eater @raahosh @rafesheaven @isasweetie @dollyfiles @hauntedfawnn @jjslaybank @littlelamy @cameronsbabydoll @bambiangels

[rrysbabydoll]

Stached

Pairing: Harry Styles × Reader

CW: Explicit smut (18+), Light dom/sub dynamic, Mild pain (mustache friction), Rough oral sex, Praise/degradation.

Synopsis: Harry grows a 70s mustache just for you during his break. When you admire it, he uses it to tease and wreck you in bed, rough, a little painful, but exactly what you crave.

The break was long overdue.

Since the end of Love On Tour in 2023, Harry had gone ghost, not a single official appearance, just grainy photos taken by lucky fans: a blur of tattoos, a mullet, and, lately, something new.

A mustache.

The internet noticed. Speculated. Debated.

You didn’t have to speculate. You knew exactly why.

The house was still. Only the faint hum of the ceiling fan and the occasional crackle from the fireplace filled the air. You laid across the velvet couch, half-asleep, your fingers tracing lazy patterns against the fabric. It had been months since Harry had been officially "on break". No tours, no interviews, no endless flights. Just him, just you, just home.

And the mustache.

God, the mustache.

You hadn’t even been subtle about it. One night, tipsy and loose-lipped, you had giggled against his bare chest and confessed, "You with a 70s stache? I'd lose my mind." His green eyes had gleamed with mischief, and weeks later, there it was, thick, soft, golden-brown under his nose, the kind that made him look like he belonged in some sun-bleached movie reel.

He'd grown it for you. Because you wanted it.

It made him look older, a little meaner, sexier in a way that made your knees weak.

Harry strolled into the room now, barefoot in loose black sweats that hung deliciously low on his hips, a simple white T-shirt clinging to his frame. His hair was messy from a nap, his mustache catching the light in a way that made your stomach flip.

"Y'alright there, bunny?" he teased, voice rough with sleep. His accent dragged thickly over the words, making you shiver.

You hummed noncommittally, stretching out a bit more, pretending not to notice the way his gaze darkened as he watched your body move. But you noticed. You always noticed.

He moved towards you in slow, deliberate steps, towering when he finally reached the couch. His hand found your ankle, the grip firm.

"Been starin’ at me all day like you wanna be ruined," he said lowly, tugging your leg enough that you slid an inch down the couch.

You blinked up at him, heart pounding.

"I like the mustache," you whispered, voice too small, too needy.

Harry grinned, slow, wicked. His thumb dragged over the sensitive skin of your ankle.

"I know you do, baby," he said, leaning closer, mustache brushing your bare knee. You gasped at the unexpected contact, heat rushing up your body.

"You grew it for me," you said, breathless.

He smirked. "Who else?" His mouth brushed higher now, up your thigh, the tickle of his mustache sending shockwaves through your nerves.

"And y'know what, love?" He nipped at the inside of your thigh, hard enough to leave a mark. You whimpered. "You’re gonna thank me properly."

You barely had time to process that before he was kneeling between your legs, spreading you apart with a roughness that made your head spin. His hands were large and warm against your skin.

"Off," he ordered, tugging at your shorts, your panties. They were gone in seconds, discarded somewhere across the room.

Harry sat back on his heels, drinking you in, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

"You’re fuckin' dripping already," he said, almost mockingly. "Just from lookin' at me."

You tried to clench your thighs together in sudden embarrassment, but he was faster, gripping them tightly and forcing you open again.

"Don't hide from me," he said, voice stern. "Grew this mustache so I could fuckin’ wreck you with it. You’re gonna take it like a good girl, yeah?"

You nodded frantically, the need clawing at you unbearable.

"Words," he demanded, voice sharp.

"Yes, Harr..." you gasped. "Please."

Without warning, he dove in. The first swipe of his tongue broad, slow, deliberate. You cried out, your hips jerking, but he held you down easily. The roughness of his mustache scraped your sensitive skin, almost unbearably raw. It stung, but fuck, it made everything sharper, hotter.

He licked you like a man starved, alternating between slow, lazy sucks and fast, ruthless flicks of his tongue. Every time his mustache scraped against your clit, you whimpered, tears prickling at your eyes from the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure.

"Fuck, you taste good," Harry muttered against you, his voice muffled but full of praise. He gripped your hips harder, holding you in place when you tried to squirm away from the unbearable sensitivity.

"Too much?" he asked mockingly, pulling back just enough to let the cool air hit your soaked core.

You shook your head desperately. "No– no, please don't stop."

He grinned, mean, satisfied, and buried his face between your thighs again, even rougher this time. His mustache scraped and burned and you loved it, sobbing his name as you tugged at his messy mullet, trying to ground yourself.

Harry groaned when you pulled his hair, grinding his mouth harder against you.

"You’re fuckin’ filthy, beggin' me to hurt you," he murmured between licks. "Knew you were dirty, but not this dirty, baby."

His words sent you spiraling. You were so close it hurt, your whole body trembling.

"You gonna cum for me?" he asked, nipping at your clit just hard enough to make you yelp.

"Yes- yes, H, please–"

"Do it," he growled. "Mess up my face, pretty girl."

That was all it took. You shattered, your orgasm ripping through you so hard you screamed, thighs clamping around his head as you rode it out. Harry didn’t stop, he kept licking you through it, letting his mustache scrape your overstimulated clit until you were sobbing his name, begging him to stop, to never stop, you didn’t even know anymore.

Finally, he pulled back, his lips shiny, his mustache soaked with you. He looked wrecked, and he looked proud.

You barely had a second to catch your breath before he was climbing up your body, pressing his mouth against yours. You tasted yourself on his tongue, on his mustache, and you moaned into the kiss, too wrecked to care.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

"That hurt, didn’t it?" he whispered, almost tenderly now, running his thumb over your cheek.

"But you liked it," he said, smiling, so soft now that it broke something open in your chest.

"I loved it," you whispered hoarsely.

Harry chuckled, that deep, boyish sound that always made your heart flutter.

"Good," he said. "Because I’m never shaving it."

You laughed, the sound breaking out of you helplessly. Harry grinned and kissed you again, slower this time, like he had all the time in the world.

And he did. He was yours, mustache and all.

[merakidoll]

Ten Forbidden Desires

welcome to the land of sin! in this event i will give you ten sins, and nine characters! with each sin there will be one slot for the character of your choice! this is a first come first serve thing! this event really has no rules, just text me for whichever slot you want and make sure to @ me when you post your fic / drabble so that i can reblog!

Sins - Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Envy, Wrath, Pride, Sloth, Obsession, Submission, Domination

Characters - Eren, Connie, Onyankopon, Toji, Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna, Konig, Ghost

to be apart of it just send an ask or text me! make sure to include the character and which sin you want to write for!

Lust

Eren :

Connie : @erensbrat

Onyankopon : @nieceeee

Toji : @cyberrmusee

Gojo :

Nanami : @itelya

Sukuna :

Konig : @liliacwiine

Ghost :

Gluttony

Eren : @merakidoll

Connie : @cottonconnielvr

Onyankopon :

Toji :

Gojo :

Nanami : @designerpvssy

Sukuna :

Konig :

Ghost :

Greed

Eren : @stardollwrites

Connie :

Onyankopon : @ranspuppy

Toji :

Gojo :

Nanami : @itelya

Sukuna :

Konig :

Ghost :

Envy

Eren : @bladebarbie

Connie : @goldentoshi

Onyankopon :

Toji : @luxesiren

Gojo : @kingkonoha

Nanami : @itelya

Sukuna : @designerpvssy

Konig :

Ghost :

Wrath

Eren :

Connie :

Onyankopon :

Toji :

Gojo :

Nanami : @itelya

Sukuna :

Konig :

Ghost :

Pride

Eren :

Connie : @ranspuppy

Onyankopon : @pussypinkdoll

Toji :

Gojo : @goldentoshi

Nanami : @itelya

Sukuna :

Konig :

Ghost :

Sloth

Eren :

Connie :

Onyankopon :

Toji :

Gojo :

Nanami : @itelya

Sukuna :

Konig :

Ghost :

Obsession

Eren : @kingkonoha

Connie : @goldentoshi

Onyankopon : @imartini

Toji :

Gojo : @itelya

Nanami : @itelya

Sukuna :

Konig :

Ghost :

Submission

Eren :

Connie :

Onyankopon :

Toji : @fushigur0lover

Gojo :

Nanami : @petrifleur

Sukuna :

Konig :

Ghost :

Domination

Eren :

Connie :

Onyankopon :

Toji :

Gojo :

Nanami : @bleach-your-panties

Sukuna : @liliacwiine

Konig :

Ghost :

[darkwicks]

Hi~I want to ask if I can join the thank u, next collab with #4 Bloodline and Megumi? Angst and nsfw ratings.

sure thing! i've added you to the masterlist :)

[gamblersdoll]

it was like he needed you so bad, but had to be so discreet about it.

katsuki wanted it raw, unfiltered, and the most arousing sensation ever. he needed more than that, something animalistic. like he was a mad dog that begged to be used sometimes, or mainly to dominate.

his undeniably high craving to keep your panties or even yet eat you through your panties, you perched up on his desk plastered ‘dynamight’. legs spread wide, pretty black panties with the smallest bleach stain drenched with arousal and saliva. “youre.. such a perv, katsuki—“

“smelled so damn good.. could practically taste you.” he mumbles in between sucks and gulps, nibbling your clit through the fabric. “need that pretty pussy in my mouth.”

you hide your face, a embarrassed plastered up and you discover your own new kink.

he snaps his heavy fingers, crimson eyes staring at you. “watch me.”

[museiest]

DRESS . . . . hansol vernon .ᐟ

LYRICS. flashback when you met me, your buzzcut and my hair bleached ───────hansol vernon x afab!reader WARNINGS. MDNI .ᐟ smut, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, buzzcut!vernon made me go feral 🗣️ NOTES. this is the first time i write smut so please bear with me 😭 I need some tips on writing smut, if anyone wants to help, you're completely welcome but please be kind T_T

“I lost a bet,” is the first thing that comes out of your mouth after walking through the door of your shared apartment with your boyfriend, Vernon, who looked at you with wide eyes.

You'd never dyed your hair any color so now seeing yourself with your hair bleached was a radical change for you and a pleasant surprise for your boyfriend.

“You look good,” he smiled at you, making you feel the same butterfly's as when you first met him, "It suits you,love."

“Really?”

“Really,” he stated, giving you those heart eyes he only had for you before talking again, “I lost a bet today too”

“Oh?” you said curious.

“Kwan made me do it,” he continued, bringing his hands to the hat that covered his head and consequently, his hair too.

“What are you hiding?” you asked, becoming suspicious of him.

Before you could say anything else, your boyfriend took off his hat, showing off his new haircut, a buzzcut.

You had to admit that he looked amazing with this cut, so much so that you couldn't help but open your mouth in excitement before smiling wide.

“You look hot,” you said, letting your impulses win over your reasoning for a moment, but you couldn't help it, Vernon had always been handsome and with his new hairstyle he looked twice as hot.

He chuckled before coming closer to you and give you a kiss on the forehead before going to where your lips met, leaving sweet yet intense kiss between you as a declaration of how much he liked your freshly bleached hair and how much you were turned on after seeing his new cut.

He wrapped his hands around your hips to pull you even closer as your kisses started to turn hotter and sloppier. It didn't help the fact that you started to feel a bulge forming in your boyfriend's pants, causing you to get wet as your core started to ache for him.

“Can i take your dress off?” he panted, his eyes filled with desire for you and you were sure you looked exactly the same as you nodded.

Vernon didn't waste time to pull the zipper of your dress down, leaving you completely naked with the exception of your underwear, you moaned in his ear the moment he took your panties off and he couldn't help the groan he let out at the sight of your pussy that was already leaking.

With no anticipation, he slowly pushed his fingers inside of you, making you crumble at the feeling of him stretching you out, “Nnghh! feels good~” you moaned as he found that spot your fingers never could reach.

“Yeah? Wanna feel the real thing?” he smirked, taking his fingers out of your wet cunt before licking them, making you let out another moan, this time louder than the last before shoving your tongue against his, tasting yourself on him and starting a make out session.

“I need you inside of me, please,” you pleaded, separating your mouth from his, leaving a thread of spit between you both as you felt his hot breath against yours.

Your hand quickly found his jeans, already taking them off of him, his boxers seeming tight against his hard cock. You licked your lips at the sight your boyfriend was giving you, pulling down the only thing that was keeping you from seeing his dick just as he took off his shirt.

Finally after leaving nothing to the imagination, Vernon grabbed you by the hips, causing your legs to immediately wrap around his waist, feeling his hard cock directly in your dripping pussy.

Vernon wasted no time and without waiting he pushed his cock inside of you, taking control over you as your arms held tightly onto him so you wouldn't fall. Your breasts bounced against his warm skin every time your boyfriend moved you up and down to push his cock all the way up to your cervix.

The grunts and moans coming out of your and Vernon's mouths were a harmonious melody to the silence of your apartment and hearing the sound of his balls hitting against your ass was even ore hotter than what you could bear.

“A-ah~ i'm close, Vernon!” you cried out as he made you bounce in his cock.

“M-me too,” he panted, looking for your mouth to give you a sloppy kiss capable of ruining you both.

You felt his pace slow down a little, the feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock was enough to bring you both closer to the climax until you couldn't take it anymore. Vernon made his last efforts, resuming his speed.

“Oh god, I'm cumming, a-ah~!” you whined, trying to move your hips against him to help you both find the release you both wanted and needed so bad.

“Agh~! I'm gonna cum, you're gonna cum too?” he asked, watching your fucked out expression before nodding, “Cum for me baby, cum for me,” he grunted before he finally came inside of you, his hot seed leaking out of you with each thrust your boyfriend made, quickly leading your to your own orgasm, so strong and so good it made you scream in complete pleasure.

Vernon gave you one final kiss before pulling his cock out of your cum-filled pussy that was already running down your thighs. As your breathing labored and tried to catch your breath, your boyfriend led you to the bathroom to take a well deserved shower.

“We should change our hairstyle more often, don’t you think?” he joked, making you giggle before kissing him again.

“So. . .round two?” you asked mischievously and he just gave you a smirk before leading you into the shower.

This was definitely gonna continue for a while, and all you could think about was how losing a bet was the best thing you both could've done.

© MUSEIEST 2025

[cindyss]

i want both

mattheo riddle x female reader x theodore nott

when theo, mattheo, and y/n get left alone in a party, the tension in the room becomes more tense and things escalate

inspired by challengers and that one scene ifykyk🫦

smut!! threesome!!

as a new student here at hogwarts, this would be your first party. you get to the slytherin party in your black skirt and green top. paired with high black boots, you looked breathtaking. you made your way to your friends, pansy, astoria, daphne, blaise and enzo.

you got a few drinks down then got on the dancing floor. double fantasy playing by the weeknd, you sway and move your hips in rhythm. then after about an hour of dancing, blaise and enzo pull you aside and tell you they want you to meet some of their friends.

you approach their friend group consisted of a bleached blond haired guy, 2 brunettes, and one blondish- brownish haired figure. “guys meet y/n” blaise announces. you smile at them all and notice two of them, the blondish brownish haired guy, theo as enzo announced, and the slightly younger looking brunette, mattheo, checking you out.

just then, enzo and regulus leave you to get drinks, and draco and blaise disappear into the dance floor. now left with theodore and mattheo, the three of you stand in silence until mattheo speaks “you’re in 6th right?” “yess what about you?” you try keeping the conversation going. “we’re both in 7th” theodore speaks “and i believe we share a handful of classes together” “i think we do you reply”.

just then, stood in silence, both of the boys’ eyes never leave you, following your every move. “its getting pretty fucking noisy isnt it?” you scream. “yeah it is” says theo while mattheo just nods. “wanna go somewhere more quiet?” again from theo. you nod your head and the three of you make it up the stairs to one of the bedrooms.

since you were all very tired, you all kick off your shoes as you lie on the ground. you then speak for about 30 minutes as they tell you all about Hogwarts and how everything works. After some time, you get up and sit on the bed as you realize both boys’ eyes wouldn’t leave you. you tap on the bed next to you gesturing for them to come and sit next to you.

theo on your left, mattheo on your right, you turn to face mattheo, grabbing his face and pulling him in. your lips connect, his tongue finding his way to yours. his hand wraps around your thigh as the kiss deepens.

you then pull away to theodore whose eyes are full of lust. you get closer and connect your lips with the boy, his tongue immediately claiming dominance. this one was slower and hungrier, so you get on top of theo, straddling his lap. he moans into your mouth as you slowly grind on him.

you had been feeling the tension in the room for some time now so this was what you needed. mattheo, fighting the urge, trying not to touch you, watches the heated make out session between you and his best friend.

breaking the kiss for air, you remove your shirt making your tits bounce out. then, your remove your bra, making sure the boys’ eyes never leave your every move. still on theo’s lap, you push your hair back as mattheo sits on the floor between your legs.

mattheo begins sucking on your tit licking around your nipple, his other hand pleasuring the other tit. you throw your head back, to which theo uses to kiss your neck, nibbling and sucking on the skin. a good number of moans leaves your mouth as the two boys work together in sync to pleasure you.

then, mattheo begins removing your skirt and panties in one go to reveal your wet pussy. you earn a “holy shit” from mattheo who then slightly carries you so that theo can remove his pants then they switch turns where theo holds you until mattheo removes his own.

“which one do you want first?” theo asks hesitantly. “i want both” you admit. “ask and you shall receive” mattheo speaks. theo from the back enters you first, stretching you out. you spit on mattheo’s cock taking it in ur hands. “ur turn matt” you speak and mattheo’s cock fills you. cusses are shared in the room “fuckkk y/n ur so tight” mattheo speaks.

“ive never done this before god fuckkk” after around three minutes you finally adjust and the boys work in sync to get you to come. your orgasm immediately approaches you when theo begins kissing your neck, mattheo sucking on your tits. you throw your head back as theodore kisses you, mattheo playing with ur tits.

“think we can get another one out or her?” mattheo speaks as theo smirks nodding. they once again begin thrusting in and out of you, movements getting slower and sloppier as everyone became a whimpering and moaning mess. “you’re so good, taking both of us principessa oh myyyy..” theodore speaks.

mattheo was kissing your lips, his tongue shoved in ur mouth, while theodore was busy leaving love bites on your neck. then, mattheo and theodore’s’ lips somehow connect, getting into a heated make out session as their thrusts become deeper. your eyes roll back, either from how deep and sloppy the thrusts were, or the sight of the 2 boys making out.

that didnt matter as you were thrown off the edge and your orgasm came quick, making you scream as the other two boys’ cum shoots into you. they both pull out of you and the three of you lay on the bed. “that was fucking amazing,” mattheo spoke. “just what i needed” this, from theo. “thanks guys i really did enjoy that” you say.