#i love it when the wig gets messy

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EWAN MITCHELL as AEMOND TARGARYEN

in HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

S01E09 "The Green Council"

[fleshbride]

PRESENTING . . . AIN’T NUN BUT A HOOCHIE MAMA!

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ TOJI FUSHIGURO X F!BLK!HOOCHIE READER

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ CW: black fem reader; reader is 26, toji is 34; reader is on the thicker side; usage of the word nigga a few times; smut; breeding kink, hair pulling, dumbification, overstimulation, pussy slapping, impact play, messy pussy eatin’, size kink, hints of sado-masochism, a bit of brat taming, manhandling, praise & degradation, multiple orgasms, cervix fucking, choking, squirting; fwb-ish to lovers (?); pet names are used, such as mama, baby, pretty girl, dollface, princess & sweetheart; reader has a kid of her own; reader is a hoochie, meaning she’s seen as ‘ghetto’ but in a very pro-black & attractive way; reader has a mature body, pudge, cellulite, stretch marks; reader accidentally flashes toji; reader & toji share a blunt; toji is actually a good dad in this!

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ wc: 7.5k

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ this is actually pure filth. this was my first time writing for toji EVER and actually my longest work. guys when i tell you i put some shit into this thing, idk what i did but i SNAPPED. HARD. i hope you guys enjoy this nasty thing that came from my imagination. not proof read or anything so pls excuse my typos!

sometimes, your job could be a godsend. who knew that a simple job at the local hair store would catapult you into meeting one of the sexiest men you’d ever seen?

to be completely honest, it wasn’t solely your job that sparked such an interaction. it was moreso you; you possessed an irresistible, unmistakable charm that was impossible to ignore. your voice, soft as a lullaby, held a dulcet quality that drew people in like a magnet. anytime you opened your mouth to speak, you commanded attention effortlessly, as if your words held some mystical power that captivated any listener.

everyone was always drawn to you, and it wasn't hard to see why. who in their right mind wouldn’t be smitten? you were a vision of beauty, with your radiant brown skin that seemed to glow as if illuminated from within. your smile, perfect and white, could light up even the darkest room, making hearts skip a beat. your eyes were another story altogether. they seemed to sparkle, glimmering with an intensity that was all yours.

your hair was always done, you always made sure that you had a fresh set of lashes. to add, you never forgot to apply your clear lip gloss. now, this wasn't just any gloss, it was your signature, lip gloss added a radiant shine and highlighted the natural beauty of your plump and full lips. your lips, always so perfectly glossed, assumed an irresistible charm that made them look especially appetizing.

to add onto it, your personality was in tip top shape, matching your looks. while sometimes your mouth could get a little reckless, you had an air of kindness, professionalism and just genuine good vibes. it was hard to dislike you, no matter the case. you were a woman of wonders.

you loved your job at the hair store too; maybe that was why your attitude was always good while you were there. it paid well, the hours were flexible and it was something you enjoyed. you loved how your manager let you pick out the wigs and the outfits that would be displayed, and sometimes she let you take home left over makeup and jewelry — which was how you got your favorite set of hoop earrings.

working at the hair store also granted you all types of experiences. sometimes you met upcoming make-up artists and beauticians, hair dressers, nail techs, lash techs — you always made sure to be extra helpful and friendly to everyone you met, just in case they could ever help you.

or��� on the rare occasion, you met men. often, they were coming in for their wives, daughters, sisters, nieces, friends — and each time, they were clueless. of course, you helped, breezing past them with the smell of bubblegum and perfume, preferably daisy by marc jacobs.

today was no different.

you were the only one working in the store this saturday, and it was roughly around 12 in the afternoon. the sound of needed me by rihanna echoed through the store, giving it a nice ambiance. you clocked in at 9, and were scheduled to get off at 4 — you had a bit of a long day ahead. however, the store had been a bit slow today. not many customers entered; maybe three every hour, compared to a usual 7-15 people per hour. you were both grateful and a bit sad for the lack of people, as it left you with extra time on your hands.

instead, you found yourself thinking of your six year old daughter at home. alaina, your sweet girl, who was at her grandmother’s for the day. you fondly rubbed the bead bracelet she made for you, that spelled out mommy. your daughter was the most loving child you knew, and you adored her with every part of you.

as you gazed at your bracelet, you let out a soft hum. you’d have to get her another one from here, even though she already had a plethora. whatever you got from the hair store, you usually shared with alaina.

the entrance bell dinging had you snapping out of your thoughts of your daughter, turning your head to greet whoever entered. your boxbraids slid down your back as you looked. it was a little girl who entered, no more than nine. she was in a cute blue dress, with dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail. her cheeks were rosy, which had you cooing at her mentally.

“hi baby,” you called out to her, looking behind her for a parent, “where’s ya mama, hm? a lil’ one like you shouldn’t be walking around all alone.” the girl hadn’t noticed you, and jumped when you called to her. she put her hands up, waving them enthusiastically. “o-oh no, miss, i’m with my dad! he’s just getting his wallet. do you know where the nails are? and the makeup?”

you smiled at the little girl, stepping from behind the counter. you were in a beige sun dress, with some matching wedged sandals. the sundress was long, coming down to your ankles, but there was a slit on the side. it hugged your curves nicely, even though your little bit of pudge was much noticeable; you didn’t care. to be honest, the dress covered way more than your usual outfits, especially in the summer like this. you had never been scared to show your body, even after you had alaina and people insisted on you covering up; because you were a mother now. however, you didn’t give a fuck. if you wanted to wear your shortest shorts, you would.

“c’mere baby girl, it’s this way.” you offered the young girl your hand, which she took happily as you led her. “i’m assuming you’re looking for the press ons, right? not the ones you glue?”

the girl gave you an enthusiastic nod. “yes, ma’am!��� she was polite, you noted, with a curl of your lips. her father must be raising her right. “my dad says i’m not big enough to ruin my nails with glue..”

you let out a laugh as you squeezed the girl’s hand. “your daddy’s right,” you mused, “stick to the ones you can press til you become a teenager.” you brought her to the kiddie nails, and stood with her while she made her pick.

the young girl seemed stuck between a pair of pink ones leopard print ones, and blue zebra print ones. “what do you think, miss? i can’t choose.”

you only gave the girl a shrug. “i say get both. let ya daddy worry, not you.” however, because you liked this little girl, you’d only charge her for one anyways. the girl nodded in agreement, giving you a giggle, which you quickly reciprocated.

all of a sudden, you heard the gruff call of, “tsumiki! where have you ran off to?” the girl perked up immediately, and ran to the end of the aisle. “dad! i’m over here!” she called, waiting patiently for him to come over.

you raised your eyebrow as you made your way over. you were a bit curious to see the man who had raised such a sweet and polite girl. as you reached the end, your eyes widened as they set on the man.

he was tall, unbelievably so. his towering stature, reaching at least 6’2, must’ve made him stand out in any crowd. his body was muscular, brawny and well-built, and t he black compression shirt he wore clung to his chiseled frame, accentuating the broadness of his shoulders. his hair, a deep black, was just a bit shaggy — the perfect length to frame his strikingly sharp face.

his eyes were a vivid green, so piercing that they could make anyone feel as if they were the only person in the world. they locked onto you and tsumiki. his attractiveness was lethal, and it was impossible not to notice the way he looked over you. his gaze was slow, lingering, and purposeful, almost as if he wanted to make sure you noticed his attention.

you would’ve been phased if you were a different woman; but you weren’t. instead, you gave him your trademark smile, looking up at him with a warm aura.

a scar sat on the corner of his lip. it twitched slightly as his lips curled into a smirk, making him look even more attractive to you then he already did.

“you work here?” came his deep, rough voice. it provoked goosebumps down your skin, but you didn’t allow yourself to show it.

“yup,” you answered, “sorry i wasn’t at the counter, i was helpin’ miss thing here pick out some new nails.” you watched toji’s mouth open, and held up a finger, “and yea, before you ask — it’s the press ons. no glue needed.” the man let out a hum and gave a nod of approval.

“good. tsumiki, go put those on the counter and if you want anything else, ya better pick before i get back up there.” he told her; his voice was rough, yet still somehow sounded caring. when tsumiki scampered away with an, “okayyy!”, he turned his vision back to you.

the once over he gave you earlier didn’t seem to be enough. he gave you another; from your champagne blond knotless boxbraids which were long and down your back, curving over the swell of your ass, down to your painted white toes in your sandals. shit. you were fucking hot.

“how old are you?” he asked boldly, not wasting a second.

you raised an eyebrow, “you ain’t ever heard it ain’t good to ask a lady her age?”

“so old enough,” he countered back with a smug smirk. “have you been able to drink legally for at least two years?” still asking your age without pointedly asking like before.

“i’ve been old enough to drink legally for five years,” you relented, “so like i said, old enough. why you askin’?”

“i like to know the ages of my women before i hit on ‘em.”

you grinned. you already knew you were going to like this man, and his attitude towards you solidified that. “and i like to know the age of my men before i let them,” you combatted.

“thirty-four,” he answered immediately, and the corner of your lips pulled up in satisfaction. twenty-six and thirty-four. not a bad age gap, only eight years. you could manage.

“you allowed to hit on me now,” you said playfully as you slid past him, “don’t make the shit corny, ‘cause i’ll laugh at yo ass.” maybe that’s his plan, you thought, him tryna laugh me out my panties.

the man let out a bark of a laugh, following after you. you could almost feel his eyes locked on you as your hips swayed while you walked. he only chuckled out, “oh, don’t worry about that.”

you went back behind the counter, ready to pay for their things. tsumiki had thrown a stack of bracelets on the counter, and a new tube of sparkly pink lip gloss to which you scanned and then only scanned a pack of the nails. her father raised an eyebrow at you, but you pretended not to notice. “that’ll be 18.75,” you informed. her father pulled out thirty dollars and slid it to you. as you prepared to give him the change, he shook his head.

“don’t need the change. consider it a tip or somethin’.” you furrowed your brows at him, but didn’t question the customer. instead, you handed them their things with a sweet smile. “bye, lil’ missy,” you told tsumiki, before looking up at the man, “come back soon.” your voice was low, and quite flirtatious. he gave you a smirk.

“oh, i will.”

and he did.

it was three days later when he finally came back. you were leaned over the counter, examining your new nails. it was hot, too hot to even be working. the doors were open, and the AC’s were blasting, trying to cool off the store. you wore a jean miniskirt, with a fat gucci belt on your hips. you paired it with a cropped pink tank top that had a deep v-neck, showing off a bit of your cleavage. your golden nameplate sat perfectly on the apex of your breasts. today on your feet instead of sandals were your pair of pink and white dunks. you had taken out your box braids, and gotten your hair done the same day you got your nails done.

now, you had gotten a lace front installed — and you looked good as fuck. it was a deep shade of vibrant purple, down your back. you had added your own spin, doing one of those heart shaped parts and gelling it down the side of your forehead, and doing edges on the side.

as someone entered, you turned your head to the side to greet them. “good afternoon,” you said cheerfully, looking at the woman who entered. she was dark skinned, with a bumped bob. her makeup was done sharply. you watched as she side eyed you, and muttered out a terse, “hello.”

immediately your eyebrows furrowed. “bitches got an attitude, okay,” you grumbled under your breath as she disappeared into the aisles. it was a few minutes later when she came to the register with a flat iron. off the rip, you told her, “oh mama, you don’t want this one. a few people who purchased this one have said that it heat up too quick and smoke a lot, then breaks. so go ‘head and get another one.”

the woman glared at you, looking you up and down. “excuse me, i didn’t ask for your opinion on what i’m buying. and if it’s so faulty, why haven’t you taken it off the shelves?”

her attitude immediately had you tilting your head, trying your best to bite your tongue. “ma’am, that ain’t my job, i don’t do merchandise, i work at the register.”

she rolled her eyes at you, before snapping out, “then don’t say anything about said merchandise.”

your next words came out before you could even think about it, “ho, i’m tryna help you not burn this crispy fuck ass bob off but okay.” upon realizing what you said, you didn’t apologize nor change. instead you cocked your head, tilting it, while staring at her blankly.

“excuse me?” the woman asked, “honestly, i don’t think i’m taking hair advice from a woman who don’t wear hers natural, and has her skirt digging up her ass. how old are you? you have to have a child at home, dress with more fucking class before you talk about me,” the woman’s face was twisted as she snapped at you.

“i know damn fuckin’ well,” you said slowly — and just like that, you knew you were about to cuss her ass out. “i know DAMN fucking well that you’re not talking to me like that. bitch, are you mad that your ass built like a fuckin’ square? bitch be mad then cause that’s why yo ass slope like y=mx+b. bitch, don’t you EVER question my fashion choices when you’re wearing leather in 87 degree weather. you fuckin’ cereal box built ass bitch, you know what, i got a trick for you—“ you quickly took the flat iron from her and pointed a nail at the door. “now get the fuck out, bitch you’re banned.” the woman opened her mouth to retort, but you were faster, talking over her, “bitch, i don’t give a FUCK. get the fuck out.”

the woman mumbled a, “ghetto bitch.” before storming out the store while you massaged your temples. it was nothing you hadn’t heard though. “fuck be wrong with bitches. man, i need a fucking BLUNT.”

“personally, i would’ve hopped over the counter.”

you looked up at the familiar voice, seeing the man you met the other day. immediately, a grin spread across your face. “look who came back.”

“told ‘ya that i would.” he mused, walking up to the counter, “you should’ve thrown the flat iron at her face. i would’ve paid money to see that.” he wore a white wifebeater and black basketball shorts. did he just come from the gym or something? the lack of clothing allowed you to see just about all of his muscles, and god, were you pleased.

you snorted, giving him a playful eyeroll. “shit, i was fuckin’ thinking about it. you saw the whole thing?” the mystery man, who you decided to dub mr. man, gave you a nod. “positively. you cleaned her so beautifully, and i have to add, you look so, so appealing when you’re angry.”

“shut up, nigga,” you laughed as you put your elbows on the counter, cupping your face with both hands. “what’re you here for?” you looked up at him, and he mimicked your action, fitting his fat ass arms on the counter.

“i need some hair gel for my son. he’s in this spiky phase, shit, i don’t know,” mr. man rolled his eyes a little bit, before adding, “and i don’t know which to pick. as you can clearly see, i don’t use gel.”

you let out another laugh, coming from behind the counter. “yeah, c’mon mr. man, i’ll show you which to use.” off the rip, you noticed how his eyes locked on your body.

yeah, i got it like that, nigga, your inner thoughts said as you internally hyped yourself up.

“mr.man?” he questioned from behind you, his eyes focused on the way your hips swayed, and the way a little bit of your ass was uncovered by the skirt.

“well, you never told me your name, so i gave you a nickname.”

he snorted a little before saying, “well, my name’s toji, for one.” you thought about it for a second for a second. was that a moanable name? you went through it in your head. yeah. definitely moanable.

“my name y/n,” you finally disclosed, “but everybody just call me n/n.” toji nodded a little. “n/n… that’s cute.” you noticed one of the items had fallen off the shelf, and without hesitation, you bent over to pick it up, completely forgetting about the fact that you were wearing a skirt, and the man behind you.

toji almost had a fucking heart attack. his eyes zoomed in onto your now slightly revealed ass, your sheer red panties that showed the plush outline of your pussy. shit. shit. it was over in a second, much to his mixed chagrin and gratefulness. however, he wasn’t some boy — he maintained a straight face and control. you placed the item back on the shelf and resumed walking.

“alright,” you said, as you reached the gels, “see, here’s what i use for my daughter,” you held up a jar of eco. “eco holds good for her, and it lasts long, to be honest. her hair is a bit thicker. and it doesn’t have like color residue like prostyle gel.” you grabbed the black container of prostyle gel. “but if your son has like brown-black hair, it’ll be good.” toji shook his head, saying, “nah, he has that weird bluish-black.” you tutted and put the prostyle down.

“there’s also gorilla snot gel, which i recommend if his hair is straighter, you feel me?” you held up the yellow bottle of gorilla snot.

toji looked at both and let out a short groan. “i can’t decide. i’ll take ‘em both and see which works better.” you shrugged and passed them to him. you took note of how positively huge his hands were. they could probably cover your whole face. or… your entire ass.

“i didn’t know you had a little runt too,” he made conversation with you as you walked back to the counter, “i forgot you’re almost 30.”

“yeah i forget too, trust,” you laughed a little, “my little girl’s my pride and joy, her name’s alaina. she’ll be starting first grade this year, i’m so proud of her. i actually got pictures.” you pulled out your phone and showed him your lockscreen which was the two of you. toji chuckled.

“y’all look alike, cute,” he commented, “my son’s seven, and tsumiki’s eight. you met her last time.” you fondly recalled your encounter with the polite young girl. “you a single parent, too?”

you gave him a nod, and a shrug. “alaina’s daddy claimed he wanted nothing to do with her, so i kept it like that. then his stupid ass got locked up, thank riddance.” toji let out a short laugh. “tsumiki’s mom was my first wife, and we divorced. megumi, my son, his mom was my second. unfortunately, she passed.”

“aw,” you said, pouting sadly and placing a hand on his large arm. “i’m so sorry for your loss, sweetheart. i hope you’re doing alright.”

toji laughed a little. “i’m fine, pretty mama, don’t worry about me.”

you bristled at the new nickname, giving toji a wicked grin. “that’s how you referring to me now?” you asked, as you slid behind the counter to the register.

“you’re pretty, and you’re a mama,” toji said with a shrug. “it honestly only fits.” you very pointedly made sure to check him out and said, “mmhmm..”

as you rung him up, toji said, “does alaina need any new friends? my son’s a bit shy and doesn’t talk to nobody but his sister… maybe they could have a few play dates?”

“yeah, i’d love that!” you answered, a genuine smile coming onto your face. anything referring to your daughter made you happiest. “your total is 14.95. here i’ll give you my number...” as toji paid, you rang it up. on his receipt, you wrote your number and passed it to him.

toji grinned and gave you a nod. “see you around.” you wiggled your fingers in return.

see him around, you did. you and toji were quick to hook up play dates whenever your schedules aligned. you became familiar with the routine of getting off work in the afternoons and scooping alaina’s to head to toji’s to play with her two new best friends.

you and toji often stayed downstairs, while they played in tsumiki’s room. you and toji would watch movies, roll blunts and eat food — or sometimes even play texas hold ‘em, in which you won every single time.

toji would grumble, and accuse you of cheating, when in truth, he was really just a bad gambler, but all was well. you considered toji a good friend… of sorts.

because that’s what you two were; friends. friends who sometimes flirted a little; you considered toji a friend when you’d bend over to pick things up in those skimpy jean shorts you wore; toji considered you a friend when he’d slide past you, pressing his crotch against the curve of your ass and muttering a, “excuse me, n/n,”; you considered toji a friend when you’d play sexyyred and say the lyrics a little too… forceful; and he considered you a friend when he’d make slick little sexy comments about your body before adding, “that’s just what other guys think.”

safe to say… there was a bit of tension between you two. and finally, it came to a crescendo.

it was normal, at first. like usual, you and alaina were at toji's house. it was around 9:30pm, and the kids had collapsed after playing all damn day and finally having a meal of chicken nuggets. you remembered the look on your face discovered them. they were heaped in the large bed; tsumiki had more than enough room for all three of them, yet they were together. alaina was draped over megumi and tsumiki, her face in megumi’s chest but her body pressed to tsumiki’s. they were all tangled up, limbs skewed and whatnot.

and now, you and toji were together downstairs, toji watching as your nimble fingers crafted the blunt — his were too fat. your feet were in his lap, and he was watching you with those bright green eyes. as you rolled, you were mumbling one of sexyy’s songs. “fuck me like you mad at me, baby.. i need that dick to drive me crazyyyyy…” you sang under your breath.

toji raised an eyebrow at you, “the music you listen to has some really… meaningful words.” as you licked at the blunt, you let out a laugh. “i agree with everything she say. when suki said that if you ain’t eating coochie, you ain’t fucking, i felt that one.”

finally, you perfected it and grabbed toji’s lighter. “you only fuck eaters?” he said, amusement trickling through his voice. you lit the blunt and took a deep inhale, masterfully blowing it up into your nose and then out again before passing it to him. “yup. only fuck eaters ‘cause they do it the best. you an eater, toji?” you asked pointedly, watching as one of his rough hands drew circles on your leg, then up to your knee, while the other lifted the blunt to his lips. he took an inhale, then another. god, you hated double hitters, but it was okay — it was only you two.

“wouldn’t you like to know?” toji shot back, his trademark smirk sliding across his face. his lip twitched, scar jumping.

“that’s why the fuck i asked you, toji,” you clapped back immediately, making the older man squeeze your leg while passing the blunt back. “watch your mouth, n/n. don’t get fucked up.”

“or what?” you immediately retort, holding the blunt up to your lips as you took another puff. “you not gon’ do shit to me, toji, like i honestly wish you w—“ your words were halted by the man throwing your legs off his lap, one hand going to spread them roughly as he pressed his fingers against your clothed cunt.

“i’m not gonna do shit?” he repeated, as your eyes went wide; he had obviously startled you, but you weren’t opposed to this one bit. as his fingers rubbed at your pussy through your shorts, you shook your head feverently again, looking at him as you held the blunt to your glossed lips. “not a damn thing.”

when all toji did was nod, you were sure you were in for it. and you were. he was quicker than you, grabbing your hand that held the blunt and quickly forcing you to put the blunt in the ashtray. the smoke you were holding in your mouth was forcefully removed as toji roughly pressed his lips to yours, the smoke being shared between you two as he pried your lips apart.

the next few minutes were coated in a needy haze. his big hands were everywhere, all over your body. moving to squeeze at your tits, your ass, your thighs. eventually the settled on the waistband of your shorts and began to unbutton them. before pulling them off completely, leaving you in your lacy dark blue thong.

he pinched the plush of your pussy, barely hidden by the panties — more like decorated by it. immediately, the scent of your slick, which was already dripping, filled toji’s nostrils, making him let out a wanton moan.

“fuck, mama,” he hissed as he trailed his finger down your slit, “you always this wet? this is how you’ve been the entire time?” he looked up at you, eyes darkened with lust.

“no,” you lied immediately, giving him a reckless smirk. “she just like that off the rip. i determine whether it’s for you or not.” toji only let out a little laugh. “word?” he asked. you opened your mouth to repeat the word back to him, but you were rudely interrupted by him slapping your pussy.

it wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t exactly soft, the pain sending sparks of pleasure through you. you hissed out a, “shit..” toji smirked at your reaction as he pushed your panties to the side, before delivering another smack, this time a litle harder. you let out a mewl, squirming in his hold.

“crazy,” toji said to you, “two lil’ slaps just made you leagues wetter. you sure you’re not wet for me?”

you refused to answer, only giving him a shrug. “so you wanna be a brat now, huh?” he asked you with an eyebrow raise as he began to pull the panties down your thighs. “like you weren’t jus’ all over me. ‘toji, you a eater?’” he mocked you in a high pitched voice as he pulled you forward, legs sliding over his broad shoulders. you remained silent, biting your tongue. maybe you were a brat; you knew that with toji’s strength and stamina, you would get much more if you drew it out. plus, you wanted to make him work for every moan, every word.

“you gon eat my pussy or not?” you asked boldly, your hand going to lace through his hair, nails pressing against his scalp. “like literally, shut the f—!” you were interrupted by toji latching his mouth onto you, completely ripping the words from your mouth.

his tongue, long and flat, slid between your plush folds, calloused hands digging into your thighs as he shoved his face between your legs. off the rip, his motions were rough and quick, tongue swirling against your clit before going down to your hole, curling against it to lap at your essence. you gripped the couch as you let out soft moans, trying not to be too loud — you didn’t wanna fuel toji’s already large ego.

“fuck,” he mumbled as he pulled away, “pussy’s so sweet, baby. i should’ve bent you over in that fucking store the day you wore that skirt.” you were unable to respond before he was diving back in, tongue messily trailing througu your pussy. he was there between your thighs, feasting on what you offered, lapping up all the sweet nectar you had to spare. his lips latched onto the delicate bud of your clit, sucking with a fervor that left you gasping, while he looked up at you with a gaze that was as heated as it was prideful.

one of your hands found its way into his hair, tangling in the soft locks as you gripped it tightly, the other clutching onto the plush fabric of the couch as though it was your only lifeline. your breaths were coming out in ragged gasps, each one harder to catch than the last, your mouth falling open in that perfect 'o' shape as you let out sounds so sweet and melodious, singing a song of pure pleasure just for him.

and you couldn’t help it; euphoria was pulsing through your body, coating your thoughts in nothing but toji. your toes curled, as toji slid his tongue inside of you. god, he was so messy, your slick already all over his face, his spit mixing with your slick as it trailed down your ass.

you were incessantly moaning, unable to even downplay or disguise it anymore. “s-shit, toji, fuck, that feels so good—!” he looked up at you with satisfaction as he slid his tongue into your entrance, curling it upwards against your walls.

you squealed, trying to scoot backwards away from the pleasure, but he was quick to yank you back, trapping you against his mouth, his hands coming to wrap around your thighs. one of his fingers traced the stretch marks on your thighs. he worked his fat tongue inside of you, curling and sliding as his pointer finger swirled your clit at such a fast pace, you was sure he was gonna give you something close to a rug burn.

his paired actions had you spiraling over the edge, the coil in your stomach stretching and stretching until it was ready to snap. “toji, ‘m close—! fuck, fuck— gonna cum!” toji’s movements became much more insistent, gaining in speed as he basically shoved you over the edge.

your orgasm hit you like a brick, your back arching off the couch as you gripped toji’s hair tightly, whined babbles of repeated words leaving your lips. if it weren’t for toji holding you down and anchoring you, you were sure that you would’ve grown fucking wings and soared away.

you creamed all over his tongue, and he made sure to pull away, before messily spreading it throughout your pussy, just to lap it all up over again, letting you settle, working you through the after effects of your climax.

you sucked in ragged gasps as toji pulled away, licking his lips and wiping his face. he stared at you with such intensity, shivers went down your skin. your eyes immediately focused on his hard dick through his sweats, the outline prominent. you tapped your foot on his thigh. “gimme that,” you breathed.

“do you deserve it?” toji said back, his voice a bit raspy. “been a bratty slut this whole time. you were so cocky, remember? i don’t get you wet, right?”

you wanted to maintain your pride, you really, really did. but desperate times called for desperate measures. “c’mon, toji,” you sighed sultrily, “i was just playin’.. just wanted to make it a little fun for you, you know that..” you spread your legs a little more, teasing him as you continued, “it’s all yours, i swear — been waiting for this for such a long time.”

toji only gave you a soft chuckle and the only words gave you were, “that right, baby?” immediately, he scooped you up with a single arm, flipping you over onto your hands and knees. you let out a noise of surprise, but immediately arched your back, looking back at him as he pushed his sweats down his thighs. his dick sprung up, and you couldn’t say you were shocked by it.

his dick was both fat and long, and it almost made your eyes pop out of your head. he had to be at least eight inches, veins running up the side of his heavy dick. his tip was a dark apricot shade, and it was leaking bad, opaque beads of precum sliding out of his slit. he was well trimmed, with heavy breeder balls. you almost salivated. but at the same time, you questioned how all that was even supposed to fit in you.

he seemed to know exactly what you were thinking. “don’t you worry, princess. you’ll take every inch of me.” one of his hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks apart as he directed his tip against your entrance, slapping it there a few times, making you groan in need. “t-toji, stop fuckin’ playin—!”

once again, you were rudely interrupted by him pushing the tip inside of you. he let out a hiss, your walls sucking him in. however, with just how wet you were, he slid right back out. he let out a snicker as he leaned his hand down to slap your pussy again. “but you not wet for me, alright..” he lined himself up again, and this time — he didn’t push into you slowly.

with one rough thrust, he filled you to the brim, forcing you forward as you let out a strangled noise, clawing at the couch. “toji! oh fuck..!” you pulled your hips forward, trying to get him to pull out a little, but he wasn’t having it. “s-shit, i’m not even all the way in yet,” he huffed, hair hanging in his eyes. toji was letting out pants, it felt as if your pussy was fucking suffocating his dick, strangling it.

inch by inch, he pushed the rest of his dick in, until the plush of your ass was nestled against his pelvis and stomach. he yanked at his shirt, pulling it off of his body. your slick was already coating him, dripping down to his balls. you were a mess, mewling just from him entering. you felt so full — his dick stuffing you better than you ever had been before. and it was driving you out your mind.

toji didn’t wait for you to adjust. with one hand on your ass, thumb rubbing against the ridges and dimples, and the other lacing through purple hair, toji pulled all the way out, and then slammed all the way back in. the force of his motions shoved you down into the couch, and immediately you let out a cry of, “t-toji! slow down!”

but slowing down wasn’t apart of his agenda. he rasped out, “nah, this is what you wanted, baby. so take it. take my dick like a good fuckin’ girl.” he began snapping his hips into you, the veins on his dick dragging against your walls just right. your cunt clamped down on him every time he tried to pull out, as if it was forcing him to make your cunt his new home.

toji was mesmerized by the way your ass jiggled and clapped with every movement he made, the sound of your skin slapping filling the air. he slapped your ass hard and then squeezed, making you squeal once more. “fuck, look at you. bouncing this ass back on my dick so good..”

at his praise, you looked back at him before proudly twerking back on his dick, putting on a little show. he laughed, his hand trailing from your hair to snake around your throat. “such a fuckin’ slut,” he said gruffly, before pulling his hips back so that only the tip was inside before ramming his dick back inside of you.

you felt him nudge against your cervix, and you let out a noise close to a scream, while his hand tightened around your throat. tears filled your eyes at the pain, your lashes beginning to slide. “you’re gonna wake up the kids, princess. wouldn’t want them to come down to seeing you getting fucked like some whore, right? keep that pretty mouth quiet.” he leaned down, chest pressing against your back as he curled his much larger body against yours. “but not too quiet. wanna hear you lose your fucking brain over this dick.”

his other hand came to wrap around your throat, and he began to jack hammer into you, slamming you on his dick over and over. your eyes rolled back, a mix of pain and pleasure twisting through you, that coil getting ready to snap again. “t-toji…” you slurred out, “g-gonna fuckin’ cum again…!”

“so fucking do it,” toji hissed as your clenching began to get more intense. “paint my shit, baby.” his voice was sending shivers down your spine, aiding your increasing pleasure. you let out ragged moans into the couch as your body trembled, pussy spasming wildly around his dick as you came a second time.

he didn’t slow down through your orgasm, instead, he went faster, if that was even humanly possible. he pressed down on your head, forcing your face into the couch, and pressing on your belly simultaneously. it forced you to have a deeper arch, but it also made you feel just how deep he was inside of you. pressing his big hand against your stomach to feel his bulge had toji grinning.

you were a wreck, tears sliding down your face, your lashes long fallen of. you were pretty sure your lace had peeled, but you didn’t care. you could barely think, barely form coherent sentences with how toji was fucking you. and he knew it. he knew he reduced you to a mess, and he wasn’t even halfway finished with you.

soon, he felt his orgasm coming, and he let out a deep groan. “shit.. where do you want my cum, doll? ‘m getting close..” you were quick to whine out, “i-inside, toji.. want you to cum inside…!”

“haah!” he grunted out with a smirk, “want me to fill you up, huh? want me to stuff you full with my cum? yeah, i bet you fucking do, look at you.”

“toji, toji, toji, fuckkk.. want your babies, c’mon, make me a mama again—!” toji laughed shakily at your dumb response, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “fuck yeah, dollface. you better not spill not one drop, alright?” he let out a strangled moan as he released, his thick cum filling her to the walls.

you sucked in harsh breaths, finally feeling relieved after toji’s constant fucking stopped. he seemed to slow down, gently fucking his load into you. you began to relax… however you were sorely mistaken.

“you thought i was done with you?” toji asked as he gripped you, flipping you over so that he could see your face. you looked a mess, but you were so, so pretty. your eyes were watery, face with tear trails all over. your lips were bruised from how much you’d been biting them. at least your hair was still intact… for now. toji leaned down and pressed a kiss to your jawline, down to your throat. he yanked at the top you wore, and when it didn’t want to cooperate, he ripped it and peeled it off of you himself. “toji, my shirt….” you whimpered but he dismissively waved a hand. “you’ll get one of mine.” he reached behind you, unclipping your bra and letting your tits spring free.

his big hands almost swallowed them as he began to leave bites and kisses all over your throat, collarbone and chest. “can’t possibly be done with you,” he said against your skin, “been waiting to fuck you like this since i laid eyes on you, doll.”

he left a plethora of hickies on your skin, very obviously marking you as his. you were still speared on his dick, and he began to roll his hips languidly inside of you, curving into your g-spot repeatedly. the feeling had you seeing stars as he gripped your legs and pulled them around his waist. with each thrust, he began to get more forceful and speed up, until once more, he was pounding your insides.

your nails went to his back, scratching, making toji wince in pain as his hips collided with yours. three of your nails had broken off. a third time, you felt yourself reach your climax once more, but it felt different. painful almost, with the last your clit throbbed. you managed to push away the toji-shaped clouds in your brain and realized.

“t-toji—! toji, ‘m gonna squirt!” you cried out as you twisted in his hold, the pleasure becoming overwhelming for you. “t-toji—!” he only smirked at you, yanking you closer. “make a mess f’me, mama. wanna see you get all messy… c’mon, c’mon, make that pretty pussy squirt on my dick.” he pressed another messy kiss to your lips as his hand snuck down to rub your clit, forcing more pleasure into your system. you let out a ruined, gasped noise — like you wanted to scream but couldn’t get it out. clear liquid gushed from you, coating toji’s lower half, some of his abdomen and the couch.

you were in too much of a haze to notice that soon after, toji came inside of you a second time. he didn’t pull out at first, instead opting to lay his head against your sweaty skin, pressing kisses. he realized that you would be completely gone for a bit, after that, so he was gentler with you. he pulled out, watching his cum slowly dribble from your hole after the two creampies he gave you. not wanting you to sit in your own fluids, picked you up and brought you to his room, putting you one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers before tucking you in.

he went back downstairs, eyes locked on the mess you made on the couch. a soft whistle escaped as he plucked your lashes off the sofa and put them on the table.

you probably wouldn’t become his girlfriend yet; but you damn for sure weren’t going anywhere now.

[avocado-writing]

Kinktober #11

11. Face Sitting // Lingerie // Overstimulation (Wade Wilson x Reader)

“Baby, I promise that so long as I have a face, you’ll always have a place to sit.”

Wade said these words to you right at the beginning of your relationship where you were trying to find the line between old friends and new lovers; when you’d giggle and see his cheeks redden if your fingers brushed together when you were walking side-by-side; when you’d spend long stretches of time just looking at each other and grinning knowing you could kiss whenever you wanted.

Yeah. He’d said these words when you were too many drinks deep at your local bar, dizzy in one of the corner booths, deadpan serious and holding your hand in his. You’d collapsed into a fit of laughter and given him a blowjob in the bathrooms ten minutes later. 

And to this day? He’s kept that promise.

It’s a quiet mid-afternoon. You throw yourself over his lap, pouting and needy. He peers at you from over his PlayStation controller.

“You okay, pookie-pie?”

You wriggle and huff.

“Wade, can you…”

“Yes,” he says immediately, not even needing you to finish the goddamn sentence. He speaks the next words into the mic on his headset: “I’ll be right back, Dopinder. My pookie’s asked me to go and dine at the Y.”

He throws the - far too expensive to be doing that - controller across the coffee table and hauls you over his shoulder, making you yelp and laugh as he bundles you into the bedroom like a goddamn football player. He lays down on the bed and watches in rapture as you step out of your jeans and underwear. 

“You want me to staple the wig on? I know you enjoy having something to grab onto…”

You consider this for a moment before shaking your head. 

“Nah, you’re perfect just the way you are, Wade.”

“Look at me getting Bridget Jones’d over here…” he mutters to try and distract from the rising blush over his scarred skin. Luckily he’s able to be interrupted from the moment of softness when you plant your legs either side of his face and press your cunt onto him.

“Oh fuck that’s it…” he growls into you, hooking an arm around either one of your thighs and tugging you flush against him. His tongue presses against every inch of you it can find, teasing your clit with the tip before sliding all the way down to your other hole. He always eats you messy and it’s incredible. 

“Fuck, Wade. You’re doing so good, baby.”

He loves when you use his face like a toy. Loves knowing how crazy he can drive you. You scratch your fingers along his bare scalp and he goddamn moans against you, rumble of his throat sending vibrations all through your sensitive skin. 

His nose bumps your clit as he presses his tongue inside you and you know you’re reaching your climax. You clamp your thighs down either side of his head with such force that his eyes go wide and his hips ricochet upwards, so wildly taken with you that you’re certain he’s come just from this. You finish all over his face, orgasming on his tongue and letting him drink his way through it.

You flop down onto the bed groaning though heavy breaths. He’s immediately in your space, kissing you so that you can taste yourself on his lips. You sigh and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Thanks for interrupting your game,” you sigh. He grins.

“Literally any time you want.”

[starlightsuffered]

Hey love!! Could you write a smut where timothée cuts his hair and the reader hasn’t seen it, so he surprises her (they’re already dating) and it turns her on immensely and they have a fuck sesh all over their apartment (slightly dom tim, but very caring and attentive)

Hairstyle

Info - slightly dom Tim, praise, multi cum, different positions, biting, unprotected sex

He got in the apartment still in his costume. I’d been through the straggly wig of The King, the red streaks of Lee, and the bouncy curls of Wonka. Somehow, nothing had turned me on like this.

“Timothée,” I said in a small voice. He looked up at me. His cheeks turned red.

“Sorry I’m still in wardrobe,” he said, rubbing at the spot where they’d made his eyebrows almost connect.

“Fuck me,” I moaned.

“What?” He asked.

“Fuck,” I said the first word as I perched on the counter.

“Me,” I continued as I spread my legs.

I knew I looked plain in comparison to him. I was in boy shorts and a sports bra. My hair was in a messy bun but his eyes darkened with lust regardless.

“Fuck, you drive me absolutely wild,” he growled.

His pants were pulled down just below his balls as if he couldn’t bare to undress further before having me. My underwear tore with his need.

Soon he was rutting into me. I loved the deep grunts that came from his soul. He always got so wild when I expressed need first. His fingers dug into my hips.

“Fuck baby girl, you have such a wet fuck hole,” his lewd tone made me ever wetter.

“You’re so fucking sexy with this hair, I don’t even want to touch it,” I moaned.

He was so deep I felt it in my stomach. He was pretty much growling at this point.

“Fucking wet good cock bait,” he gasped.

I kissed him hungrily. All my whimpers and whines were sucked down by his insatiable mouth. His member throbbed inside me. He didn’t even announce it, didn’t even warn me, and for some reason that made it hotter. He was spewing hot cum inside me. My walls were painted white.

“Gotta have you more,” he panted. He lifted me up. He bounced me up and down on his still rock hard dick. The wet slapping sounds made me cry out.

He made it to the couch, just hammering himself deeper. My sports bra was torn away. He drooled onto my hardened nipples like an animal. He was suckling them then. It wasn’t submissive in the least, but obsessive.

He nearly had my whole breast in his greedy mouth. I was so sensitive and I made the most desperate of noises. I arched into him as he bit the nipples and rolled them with his tongue.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I wailed as Timothée angled another way. His dick reached my g spot over and over. I was dizzy and seeing stars.

“I’m gonna come!” I squealed and wrapped my legs around my boyfriend. His new moustache was tickling me in a way that made chills wash over me.

“Come baby girl, baptise my cock with your juices. You’re so pretty when you’re fucked out like this, you deserve it all,” he whispered.

His lips peppered my skin with love as I erupted. My slick washed over his dick. I squeezed him tightly as everything contracted and I forgot even what to say or do.

“That’s it, that’s it,” he soothed. His thrusts were sloppy and his grunts were consuming him. Soon he was also emptying myself inside me. He slammed so far that a sweet mixture of liquids splurted out between us.

He laid on my chest, heaving from his effort. However, suddenly, he was rolling us to the floor. He now was under me and using his new muscles to lift me up and down on his once again hardening in my cunt.

“Ride me,” he begged. “I need it again. I never get tired of you.”

“Fuck,” I moaned. I anchored my palms on his chest to lift my tired body up and down.

“I never get tired of you either, your my man.”

“Your man?” He asked cheekily as he massaged my ass.

“Always.”

“You’re my baby doll,” he purred.

“Fuck!” I barked as I picked up the pace.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming @lovelyrocker

[gladoswantscake]

Just a Scratch - Goro Majima x Reader

Summary: This wasn't the first time he came home in the middle of the night beaten up.

Warnings: Minor spoilers from Kiwami 1

Available on AO3

The outside of Kamurocho's bright neon city lights shined warmly through your bedroom curtains as you slept. Tonight was quiet. Too quiet and lonely. Tonight was one of those nights when you couldn't fall asleep. You roll over to stare at the empty spot on the other side of the bed; desolated and cold. It lacked your lover. Nighttime was when you longed for him the most. You only ever get to see him when he leaves for work and when he comes home at night. Going many hours each day without seeing him makes you yearn for his presence. A good day is when Majima comes home to you.

Of course, being a patriarch has more responsibilities and also requires him to attend to more important matters. He'd be lucky if he was able to come home before dusk. But that was rare.

You roll back over to your side to glance at the clock. Almost midnight. You'd only been in bed for nearly two hours and not a feeling of drowsiness hit you. At least he'll be home anytime now. You make an attempt to try to sleep.

Not even ten minutes in and the sound of three loud knocks erupts you from your sleep. The noise startles you as you sit up quickly, feeling your heart pacing rapidly. The continuous loud knocking begins to strike a nerve in you.

"Alright... Alright..." You shout as you sluggishly get out of bed.

You drag yourself to the front door, rubbing your face as you unlock the deadbolt and the knob. Upon opening the door stood Majima; beaten and bruised up.

What shocked you even more was his new attire: A dirty pink bodycon dress with torn fish net stockings, tousled blond wig, and press-on nails. The makeup was surprisingly well-kept on his face despite how badly wounded the rest of his body was.

You then remembered this morning before he left, he spoke to you about an idea he had in mind to lure Kiryu: If there was one thing that many men loved, it was women.

But you didn't expect Majima to come home dressed as a hostess.

"Sorry if I woke ya up. I lost my key."

You took no time to pulling him into your home. "What the hell happened to you this time?"

Majima follows you from behind, removing and tossing the pink high heels onto the floor at the front door in the process. A sly grin appears on his face. "I uh, got my butt beat again by Kiryu-chan." He follows you into the bathroom.

Ever since Kiryu got out of prison, Majima has been coming up with weird ideas.

Majima sits on the seat of the toilet. He watches as you dig through the cabinet searching for your medical supplies. It felt like a ritual to patch him up every time he came home injured. He never complained once about it. He secretly enjoyed being doctored up by you. Physical touch was a love language of his.

You set out bandages, rubbing alcohol, and pads on the sink then leaving in search for a bath towel in the bedroom.

"I thought Goromi would have been the perfect hostess to make him swoon." He removes the messy blond wig. "Almost had him too!"

"Maybe he's not into buff women." You shout from outside of your bedroom.

As Majima waits for your return, he begins to undress himself. The tight fabric of the dress was making it impossible for his fingertips to reach the zipper. Even trying to pull the dress downward didn't budge. "What a goddamn pain." He grumbles. "Who the hell makes these dresses where ya can't even get out of?!"

You quickly return to him, unzipping the dress for him revealing. Large bruises already forming on his bare back.

"Thank you, doll." He sighs in relief.

"This has to be the most uncomfortable thing I've ever worn." He removes the pink thong before wrapping a towel around his waist. "Do ya think pink looks good on me?" He jokes.

"I think it accentuates your figure." You glance up at him. A faint bruise was starting to appear on his jaw and a few scrapes scattered amongst his face.

"I'm sorry your idea didn't go as planned." You remove his eyepatch before getting started. Your hands cups both sides of his cheeks to examine the damage. You then reach for the gauze wipe then the alcohol. After lightly dousing the wipe, you cautiously dab his face.

"Ah, don't be sorry. I had fun." He winces at the feeling of the alcohol wipe stinging his cheek. "You should'ave seen Kiryu blushin'." He chuckles softly.

"So Goromi, huh?"

Majima laughs to himself. "Oh yeah. Now that you reminded me. I gotta a great story to tell ya."

----------------------

After disposing the used gauze and band aids, you return to him to observe his beaten face. The condition was slight better than it was prior.

"I'm worried for you."

"How so?"

"I'm worried that one of these nights you won't come home."

"Aw Y/N-chan..." His voice trails. His hands roam up your waist. "Don't be havin' those thoughts, besides it feels like I only took a scratch." He gives you a reassuring smile.

"I get that you enjoy fighting, but there's only so many times you can do it before something bad happens to you."

Majima sighs. His hands move to your wrists, taking them in his hands. "Darlin' I've told you many times I can't quit. It ain't no easy job. Hell, I've been a yakuza my whole life and I'm still kicking."

Majima was extremely defensive when it came to you preaching concern about his brawling habits. There was no way he was backing down something that he enjoyed doing. But with what you said was true. All the times he got into conflict, the thought of him ending up dead never crossed his mind. He had gotten an earful from you when he came home from the hospital a couple of weeks ago when one of his subordinate's accidently stabbed him. He could see why an incident like that concerned you for his safety.

"I may have some cuts and bruises, but I'm still here. I ain't goin' nowhere. I promise."

"Promise?"

He pulls you into his lap. "As long as come home to see my Y/N-chan." His lips peck yours, leaving a faint lipstick stain on your lips.

Your hand runs through his messy undercut. "I'll be waiting for you in bed."

"You're not gonna join me?" He whines. "I haven't seen my Y/N-chan all day."

You took your time contemplating the idea.

"At least let me return you the favor." He purrs. "I gotta show how much I appreciate all that you've done for me."

[gffa]

You know what?  I had a good time with the Mando s3 premiere!  It legitimately was a lot of fun to watch and I found I couldn’t wait to get on-line and make shitposts about it, which is the truest sign of my affection for something.

How could I hate that they chose the objectively funniest route for explaining Grogu’s return happening in a completely separate series:  DON’T EXPLAIN SHIT.  THROW YOUR AUDIENCE IN THE DEEP END OF THE POOL.  SINK OR SWIM, ASSHOLES.

There were purrgils!  We all know we’re never getting a proper Rebels sequel, but I will take the small crumb of seeing my beloved space whales.

Greef Karga’s fashion game is ON POINT, that man was looking absolutely fucking fine, finally we have a worthy cape successor to Lando Calrissian.  The man brought along two droids to keep the hem of his cape off the floor, for fuck’s sake.  #ICONIC

KALEVALA IN LIVE ACTION!?!?  GASP.

Bo-Katan’s wig is a THOUSAND PERCENT BETTER this season, like where the fuck was this previously, this looks so much more like her!

Speaking of my beloved hot mess of a wife who is also a bitch:  I am THRIVING with how angry and messy she is, lounging around on her family’s throne in the castle on Kalevala like she doesn’t care, when she is burning with how much she cares.  Everyone has abandoned Mandalore, she feels utterly defeated, and she is so angry but so broken about it.  Girl, I am making you some soup right this minute, even though I know you’re just going to throw it at the wall in a fit of anger.  Love you, gorgeous.

GROGU DOING THE SPINNY THING AND LAUGHING, SPEED DEMON BABY IS BACK

I thought I was going to hate the Anzellans being put in this, but the MINUTE they started talking and going “Bad baby.” I was irl cackling, PUT THOSE GUYS IN EVERYTHING, THEY ARE HILARIOUS.

Grogu trying to squeeze one of the Anzellans because he wanted a pet was TOP TIER COMEDY.

And on the opposite end of the emotional scale, jesus FUCK IG-11′s torso crawling across the floor to try to kill a baby, practically fucking skittering at warp speed, was TERRIFYING.

I had a good time!  I have affection for everyone in this bar!  That’s all I’m gonna ask of this show.

[2b-or-not2b]

What do you look like without the makeup wig contacts eyebrows. & no filter. Please.🙏🏾 inshallah.

LOL. Generally, I leave messages to the effect of these alone, but the phrasing and the anonymity of this was too oddly specific to seem innocently enough(you could’ve respectfully asked what I looked like in a natural state, even though respectfully it is none of your business. Whether you may believe it was phrased with “good” intention). And it appears that I have time today, so a brief but not so brief presentation of some of the items you included 🥳…

Filter:

I get so many messages on here on the fact of that I use filters. If you go through most of my photos they have a filter. In most of my tags, this is apparent with a ‘Snapchat’ tag. Based on the culture of today, I’m not the only one who uses a filter and I find them to be fun and exciting. My persona on this app has nothing to do with me irl. While I upload solely pics from snap here, I have no problem using my portrait mode for people who see me on the daily. I don’t have an insta or most apps, so I still use snap. In full transparency, filters generally slim my face a little and smooth my skin. I think I also love the different snap effects. With PCOS, my face shape and fullness fluctuates anyways so it’s whatev tbh. Also, more than a filter goes into a photo, lighting and angles are also important.

Brows:

Brows literally frame your face, but filling them in generally just adds depth and darkness. It’s not a huge, huge difference (even though I crash out and I’m ready to throw up if my eyebrow lady mess them up). I do my makeup with one side of my face first, so here’s a comparison:

Contacts:

I’m forever getting messages on here about my contacts, so I’m happy to address this. I have no issue at all with my eye color. I feel like my natural eye color eats, and is so beautiful. My favorite feature are def my eyes, because not even trying to seem arrogant but my eye shape imo is what makes my eyes beautiful. The allure of my eyes is solely due to the shape. My natural eyes imo give such a sultry effect. I wear color contacts simply because of the positioning of my iris. Looking forward, my iris sits higher up leaving a huge portion of sclera underneath. It gives the appearance that I have strabismus, when I don’t. Like it looks slightly off, and makes it seem like my eyes have difficulty focusing. If a color contact matched my iris but had the same diameters of a colored contact, I would prefer to wear that anyways tbh.

Wigs:

I’m not gonna yie… my forehead is huge af and if I could pull my lace to my nose, I would 😘. I love wigs because I can literally switch up my look with little effort. The man that God has ordained for me will literally feel like he has 5 different girls in one based on the switch up. And he will love me whether I am in my Meeks or not. I can literally go buss down, middle part, bob, blonde, or side. Not to be messy, but if you go through my tags, I definitely be switching it up. Like do you not get how I have the ability to play with my hair as much as I want. I love my natural hair as well, but I am too lazy to do it. I do believe that energy transference when it comes to hair is very real so I don’t let anyone else do my hair, and it’s def not a talent of mine so wigs it is. I literally just slap my wig on and go. Best part of my day is removing it and chilling in my bald cap. And trust, there’s only one man on this app, I would respectfully let wear me out, and based on the phrasing of the message, you’re not him babe. But he could def pull my braids on a good day 😭😩.

Makeup:

Makeup is my hobby. Makeup means a lot to me. A lot of y’all solely look at makeup as cat fishing or means to be a completely different person. My makeup collection cost $$$ and I won’t even get into that. I will say on a regular day, the cheapest thing on my face is my $27 brow pencil. Makeup is an art, no matter how much some people will think otherwise. I wear makeup because it’s expressive. I don’t go into Sephora or Ulta, cashing out because my goal is to make somebody’s lame son’s peen hard. I do it to push my skills. I do it for the compliments from the girlies that would literally have me geeking and blushing and cheesing for days. My connection to makeup has nothing to do with male validation and never will. If I had a dollar for every time someone said something about my preference for makeup, I would just go buy more makeup. I genuinely love makeup. It makes me happy, so no other opinion matters. 🫶🏾

SB: Please forgive my lifting lace, I was obviously complaining about it lol. Also without makeup, at times I appear younger. Recently, my makeup obsession is becoming more of a skincare obsession, but last time I checked it’s my money and that’s how I like to spend it. I don’t recommend policing people on how they spend their money. I hope whatever your hobby/passion is that you’re cashing out as well ❤️.

Now, I am unsure if your message came from a good place and it was just conveyed wrong. It felt slightly shady imo. If that wasn’t your intention, I deeply, deeply apologize and you can disregard the following!! I would say, a lot of the people on this app does eye pass me and it’s staring to rub me the wrong way. I’m always supporting other people and trying to be as polite and radiant as possible on here. Me and my wigs, contacts, filters, and makeup literally just mind our business, so I have no clue why people who don’t personally know me are always so inquiring. I come here to be myself, literally stay in my own lane, reblog things, and go. Anon messages that aren’t compliments or positive are hugely unnecessary to me. It was nothing to say: Do you have a picture with no makeup? How do you feel about your natural hair?, etc. I see some of the anons on here for others that are absolutely horrible. It’s irritating that some people can be so hateful or “bored”. Some of y’all def need to stop and think about the possible magnitude of what you have to say. You don’t know what it takes for some people to even post pictures of themselves. Some of y’all genuinely don’t like yourselves. The projection and one-sided relationship inappropriateness on this app can be really unsettling. A lot of y’all don’t have boundaries nor home training. I could never find it in my heart to send someone a message that feels like an attack on them or makes them reflect on their looks, purpose, etc. I have so much mutuals on here that are so uplifting and literally gems, and based on the decision to be anon, you’re clearly not one of them. (Also, again there’s only one man on here that I would let … 😮‍💨 lol ). Also, I put in mad work giving y’all a blog that y’all can genuinely reblog and like. My pictures imo are not the winning factor or reason that mutuals on here like me and bond with me. I feel happier receiving messages that someone likes my blog over than liking my picture. Furthermore, tbh I have NEVER once sent someone an anon message once within my 13+ years on this app because I can say everything I have to with my chest and fabulous tits. So simply to say, you don’t know me personally. Worry about you and please don’t send anyone else on here another anon like that. Socially, your phrasing is way off. Hope you have a great night 🫶🏾.

[lacesgirl]

late drunk talks|m.riddle

summary: You and Pansy going to the party with a twist but you ended up sober and a little sad.

parings: Mattheo x fem!reader, Draco x Pansy

warnings: Bad grammar, drinking, smoking, kinda angst

word counts: 1900

author's note: Ignore all grammar mistakes bc English is not my first language. Also my best friend broke up with his gf and his gf told me that she's going to cheat on him but get together after two days later. So they kinda gave me idea for this.

“Come on Pansy, a little party never killed nobody” I said as I entertained our dorm.  

I hated seeing her like this after the breakup. Her messy hair, makeup smudged all over her eyes. Always crying and never smiling. I can’t deny that she loved Draco more than anything but he couldn’t ruin her any more. I walked up to her and lifted her head. 

“Just one party, so you can show him his loss” I tried to convince her. 

“Y/n do we really have to do that” she asked. I looked at her and she knew that I’m not gonna let up on her. 

“We’re going to have so much fun and since it’s a Halloween party you can dress as slutty as it’s possible.” I told her. “But I’m dressing as an unknown slut because I want to spend the whole night with you.”

“Thanks.” she said while hugging me. 

I couldn’t say that I feel responsible for what happened because I persuaded boys to have their nights while I spent the whole night with Pansy and it turned out that Draco cheated on her. 

“Let’s get ready if we want to look like something,” she said.

After some time me and Pansy were looking at our reflections in the mirror. “Wow you look like not you” Pansy claimed. “You really did a great job because I wouldn’t recognize you sober, not to talk about being under the influence” she added. 

“I tried my best,” I told her. 

She was right. I put on a red haired wig, did my red lips which I was never doing this way and put on the most revealing top I had. My matching tattoo with Pansy was visible which only me and Pansy knew about since we did it on that fucking night. I didn’t have occasion to show it to Mattheo because Pansy was more important at that time. So I could proudly say that even I didn’t recognize myself. 

“But let’s talk about you. You look like the reason why Draco is going to regret even more that mistake he did” I complimented her. 

“You think so,” she asked while pushing her boobs even more. She looked delightful in this claret mini dress.

“I’m not blind” I said. 

She screamed and this was probably the first time she smiled in the last few days.

“I think I did too much by wearing this skirt” I said as we’re walking to the club because I had to lower it every 5 minutes . 

“Shut up and put on your  mask already” she commanded me while she was dragging me. 

But I could swear that by every step my ass was visible but does it really matter if Pansy was happy.

“Are you ready?” I asked her as we’re standing in front of the club. She just dragged me inside. 

Music was blasting too loud and there were drunk people and alcohol everywhere. But I missed this feeling when our group was going out to party. I was walking behind Pansy which was almost running to the bar. 

Alcohol sometimes was healing wounds and sometimes was fixing relationships. But most of the time alcohol ruins everything. 

I was looking for Mattheo because we didn’t spend much time together lately. He was comforting Draco and I was comforting Pansy. I saw Theo with a random girl which wasn’t anything new. Blaise was standing near the wall with Draco. Malfoy was wasted and Zabini was telling him something. Lorenzo was dancing and Mattheo was just a wallflower but he was smoking as usual. He looked so pretty and I wanted to run and hug him but instead Pansy gave me a drink. I could tell this night couldn’t just end up good. After endless measures of alcohol and dance I took Pansy outside. I needed to smoke.

“How do you feel?” I asked Pansy while giving her lighter.

“Like I was reborn, I missed this feeling” she responded while inhaling a cigarette.

“I’m glad that you’re happy after all” I said and put my head on her shoulder. “ Drunk cig is the best thing in the whole world,” I added.

This night was so peaceful. The moon was shining, a cold wind was whipping all over my body but it didn’t matter. It was just me and Pansy against the world. I felt relieved that it’s going to be okay, everything will be as it used to be. And then he came. He ruined this moment. Draco fucking Malfoy and Blaise who was trying to stop him. But Draco always got what he wanted, no matter what. Sometimes alcohol makes us do what we don’t want to do sober. I looked at Pansy and she became so pale, and I could already see that her eyes had become watery. 

“Y/n leave us alone, and take Blaise with you” she whispered. 

I took her mask and I got up. I looked at her last time then I walked up to Blaise. I pushed him and gave him Pansy’s mask. “Stay there and give it to Pansy when they’re done” I said and inside the club. I headed to the bar and ordered myself another drink. Then I walked up to Mattheo.

“You must love your girlfriend so much,” I claimed.

“How do you know I even have one?” he asked and smiled.

“You came to the club, you’re being a wallflower and you ignore every girl that tries to do anything with you” I stated.

“I didn’t know that Pansy had a new friend,” he said.

“Because I’m not her new friend. I just met her while I was going there” I responded to him and took a sip from my drink. Just don’t break the character.

“Yeah, I love her more than anything” he sighed, then he took a photo from wallet. It was our photo. “She's just so great. I don’t know what I did in my previous life but I don’t deserve her. She’s so kind and takes care not only for me but for our friends. Maybe she’s doing that because nobody ever did that for her. She’s like a guardian angel. Always know what to do or what to tell when life sucks. She’s making our life better even though she doesn't have a good life. She’s smart without even trying, and so lovely. I love it when she comes to my dorm and just starts talking because I usually don’t know what to say. She fills the void in my life, even when she’s saying random facts about things I’ve never heard of. Y/n is just like a Sun. I wish she was here tonight because in the past few days we didn’t spend so much time with each other and I miss her” he added. But something about him was off. It didn’t feel right because he wasn’t the kind of man who would say things like this. Not even drunk.

“You don’t look happy” I said because he wasn’t happy when he told me this.

“Because I’m not, I hurt her so much” he responded. And at that moment my heart dropped. 

Don’t break the character.

“If you hurt her, why is she with you?” I asked and looked at the photo once again.

“I didn’t tell her, I just can’t hurt her even more,” he responded.

“Then tell me, so maybe you will feel better” I said while he was passing me a cigarette.

“Y/n and I had awful fight. So I did what I do the best and I drank. I drank to much and got into a fight. She was nowhere to clean my wounds, tell me nice things, just comfort me. This random girl came to me. She looked so much as Y/n and she comforted me. And that's the part where I hurt her. That's the part where I start hating myself. I kissed that girl. It  wasn't something intimate or valid to me. I break the kiss right after I kissed her but I still fucked up. This few fucking second wasn’t worth it at all. I don't know what I'm supposed to do” he said but I could tell it was a relief to him. 

My eyes became watery and I wanted to hit him, not once, not twice, I wanted to just hit till somebody pulled me away. The only man I’ve ever loved turned out to be just like any other man. At that moment he ruined everything. I wanted to tell him something but I was so close to start crying so I just inhaled a cigarette. I looked again at our photo. We were so happy… I was so happy. Just me and him at Black Lake on our anniversary date. I was too bustling looking at this photo and I didn’t spot Pansy and Draco coming to us. Together. And then she ruined everything. She was happy and drunk so she didn’t care anymore of me and Mattheo being together.

“Y/n” she screamed “Me and Draco get back together”

“Y/n” Mattheo whispered and tried to touch me but I was already walking to Pansy. 

“I’m so happy, but now I need to clear my head. And tomorrow I’m going to kill you and Draco for all this” I told her while hugging her. I tried so hard not to cry but she was too drunk to notice anything. She just waved at me and I got lost in the crowd.

I was sliding through the crowd, while taking off my mask and wig. My eyes were burning but I couldn’t cry here. I couldn’t cry on Mattheo’s eyes. He doesn’t get the view of me being like this. All of a sudden I was sober. Alcohol vanished into thin air just like my happiness. The only thing that had left was this fucking photo. I walked outside and a cold wind smashed my bare shoulders, but I didn’t care and he touched my hand. His touch, once so warm now, was even colder than the wind.

“Y/n wait. Don’t go. Love I’m…” Mattheo said. 

“Don’t call me love, you lost everything to call me this” I chopped him off. 

“Don’t say this” he responded and tried to hold my face in his arm but I shifted away.

“How long you wanted to keep this. You tell this random girl but you can’t even look at me now” I told him. But his eyes were telling me everything. I snorted because I didn’t care what I’m going to do next. 

“You see how happy we were back then” I said and showed him a photo. “I hope that you’re going to remember that because it’s not going to happen anymore.” I screamed and mussed the photo just to throw it in his face. 

I started walking, completely ignoring his calling out. I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t care anymore about the man that broke my heart. I didn’t care. I didn’t care that I left the love of my life in the middle of the road. I didn’t care that I ruined the only thing that has left from the time I was happy in the middle of the road.

Alcohol sometimes was healing wounds and sometimes was fixing relationships. But most of the time alcohol ruins everything. 

[rebelrebelwrites]

My messy thoughts on season 2 (all three episodes) so far below the cut

- LOVE the way Sauron formed his body. Absolutely horrifying.

- Charlie Vickers is terrifying; other Sauron actor was good but his baby face didn’t help matters. I wish they’d just put a different wig on CV because DAMN; he unsettles masterfully. Could not keep my eyes off of him in episode 1. He was riveting.

- I do read Sauron’s intro in episode 1 as he was both genuinely considering or striving for repentance, but also the ultimate opportunist — stealing the king of the southlands mark, then all he does with Galadriel. Truly I think Sauron is better as the ultimate opportunist capable of great planning and machinations, but it’s not believable unless he’s handy at a pivot

- I realized that BOTH Sauron and Galadriel were mutinied against (which like, I don’t know how I didn’t think of that until seeing it because it’s not like we didn’t know generally what happened); more reason to believe that their connection was real and not deception. He meant the things he said in the forge scene on some level, and you cannot convince me otherwise

- Again, CV absolutely kills every scene/moment with Adar. The hatred and desire for revenge and scheming; it’s all palpable. Him and Sam H. also have electric chemistry. I greatly enjoyed all his scenes in Mordor in Ep 1

- I’m absolutely living for all of the angst even though it hurts. Elrond, Galadriel, GAL MISSING HER BOYFRIEND… (and being equally terrified of what she’s done/having let him in)

- THE FLASH TO THEIR MOMENT IN THE FOREST FROM UDUN WHEN GAL IS TRYING TO CONVINCE ELROND TO COME WITH HER! I died

- The lead-up to Annatar’s reveal was so good. Sauron is way too good at what he does.

- Okay the vision with celebrimbor plus whispers of Galadriel was great but I need more mind palace shenanigans ASAP

- This show is really gonna make me root for Isildur isn’t it (not like I wasn’t but I am enjoying seeing more of him, especially saving Berek. Horse girl at heart, just like his dad and descendant)

- Earien is making me mad but Valandil gave me LIFE

- poor Miriel. And Elendil. And Theo and Arondir 😭

- Charles Edwards is also doing wonderfully. I especially appreciated his subtlety in episode 3

- Disa and Durin are again faves. Love how Durin was immediately sus of Annatar

- I am very worried for Nori and Poppy but also I know they’re fine. It’s almost weird hearing The Stranger/Gandalf talk but I feel like they’re building to a confirmation with all the name stuff.

- Loving it so far but I want more Sauron and Galadriel and specifically them both SOON, pleeeeease (idk if we’re getting it but I can hope!)

There’s more but this is all I can coherently muster rn. Biggest disappointment? That we have to wait for the rest! 😆🫠🫠🫠

[atopvisenyashill]

Are there any HOTD/GOT actors who you think would be brilliant as characters OTHER than the ones they actually played on screen?

First of all I saw a gifset that had Emma D'arcy as Rhaegar and I almost screamed. Eve Best is too old for Catelyn but I think when she was younger she would have been an excellent Catelyn and vice versa, I think Michelle would make a great Rhaenys. I think Nathalie Emmanuel would make a really good Baela. I literally weep every day that Harry Collett couldn’t play Jon Snow - I’ve seen some people say they’re not impressed with him, but i personally feel like they’re blinded by the shitty wig & lackluster writing in s1. I thought he was very good in s1 - particularly in the finale - and he was just EXCELLENT this season, and the show only people don’t know this but jon is a fucking crybaby and Harry is SUCH a pretty cryer.

I actually think Richard Madden would make a great Edmure. The show completely misses the mark on Edmure - he’s very headstrong, a bit too sure of himself (that’s the tully unpleasantness) but he has charisma, it’s why he's popular as a leader - maybe he's messy but he cares about his people and about his friends. I think Richard Madden really gets that feeling across as like, a book accurate Edmure casting. Maybe kind of out of left field but I think Steve Toussaint would be good as Sallador - BOOK Sallador, mind you, who has a much bigger emotional role with Davos, often acting as the other devil on his shoulder in contrast to Stannis. I think he'd kill the old man yaoi vibes those three have, and really get you to care about Sallador despite some unsavory parts of Sallador's character - which is good, that's why Davos loves him despite everything!

[kaxenart]

Kaxen's BJD Hardcap Wigmaking 2024 Version

Pros of hard wig cap style:

The best method for short hairstyles (and I am a masochist who loves short swept-back hairstyles)

Are you the kind of person who gets tilted over lace front wigs having a line of extra net or not fitting your doll's forehead? This wig will fit and you can chop the wig cap even closer.

I hate hand sewing, so I never do sewn wefts with soft wigcaps, and sewn wefts don't work well for exposed hairlines so GLUE, GLUE, BABY.

Cons of hard wig cap style:

This wig will not fit on another doll unless it's maybe from the same company or has a really generic head-shape

Tools

Nonstick mat - Michaels sells Messy Mats which are very thin but stiff film mats that are nonstick. Silicone mats for pet bowls are often very cheap! A lot of craft-specific silicone mats have more price mark-up despite being the exact same thing.

Silicone spatula - for spreading glue. Just the generic silicone tools are fine. Comes in different sizes.

Glue of choice - Different glues react differently to different fibers and different colors. Pick whatever you like that has a slight flex to it and is waterproof once it's dry. If you prefer to style hair with high temperatures (especially the boiling water method), pick something that will resist high temps.

Glues I personally hate passionately: Beacon Adhesives Fabri-tac.

Why Fabri-tac sucks:

Smells terrible

Warps over time, wigs have literally stopped fitting the doll it was for

Rock hard when dry, literally the worst option for fabric???????????

Glue bottle cap always gets fucked up and useless.

Like jesus christ just get some fray check if you need fabric glue

Slicker brush: No matter how thorough you are with glue, you will have loose fiber. Comb it out. Buy two if you want to be able to have a poor man's wool carder so you can re-align fibers and use them later. WHY ARE WOOL CARDERS SO EXPENSIVE?

Fibers -

Suri alpaca: Very fine strands, low gloss, can use hair irons on it

Tencel: very fine strands, high gloss, can use hair irons on it, plant-based. Great for 1/6 scale and Anime Bullshit hair

Viscose (not pictured): very fine strands, high gloss, crinkles like hell if it gets wet, can use hair irons on it, plant-based

Silk (the silver wig lower down the post): very fine strands, high gloss, can use hair irons on it

Mohair: medium strands (thinner if it's kid mohair), high gloss, can use hair irons on it. Various levels of curly.

Synthetic: medium strands, high or low gloss depending on what you get, ymmv on hair irons check before hand how much temperature it can handle. Already made of plastic so plastic-y glue doesn't make it look weirder. Comes in the longest strands.

Wool roving (not pictured): fine strands, no gloss, doesn't really look like straight hair, but works well for styles like dreads.

Acrylic yarn (not pictured): fine strands, gloss level varies, cheap, but you pay in "spent all afternoon unraveling yarn to brush it out" MICROPLASTICS BAD.

I looked at combed mohair prices and it made me scared. How much fiber do I need?

1/3 heads (8-9in circumference): 1/2 oz is a comfortable amount for shorter styles and more the longer the hair will be

1/4 heads (6-7.5in circumference): 1/4-1/3 oz.

1/6 Mature tinies (3in circumference): 1/4 oz, the usual minimum order, will be a ton

Processing mohair yourself is cheaper, but it's a lot of cleaning and combing.

Making the wig base

Fabric base: sheer woven fabric or thin stretch fabrics (pantyhose, mesh hair nets, etc) in a color that does not clash too much with the skintone of your doll

The smaller the doll and the shorter the hair style (especially exposed hairlines!) the thinner you want to go to avoid seeing the wig cap too easily.

Cover the doll with plastic wrap, tighten the fabric as much as possible to mold to head, spread glue around so fabric will stay in this shape.

Putting rubber bands around ears helps shape.

Putting the fiber on

I'm pretty sure preparing wefts beforehand by gluing them on a nonstick mat and then cutting off pieces to stick on the wigcap is easier for exact placement, but I think that takes too long, so I just glue that straight on the wigcap.

I prefer not to use sewn wefts because I don't like that chunky line.

Work back to front and/or wherever the hair parts.

Hold up a small lock of hair and then use the silicone tool to swab a lil glue on it.

The smaller the doll, the smaller bundles you want to add the hair in so the bulk level isn't too crazy. Not as big of a deal for 1/3 scale dolls, the biggest deal with 1/6 dolls.

Hairline and hair parting methods

Rooting

I use the rooting tool from Dollyhair (but you can basically use any small hand tool with an adjustable chuck that can hold the rooting needle)

Pros:

Imitates growing hair

More versatile in styling options if you root a large sections of the wigcap because then the hair can flow in different directions without exposing which way it was glued

Cons:

Slow, the more realistic you want to go, the smaller each root plug should be. I use size 8 or size 6 needle on 1/3 dolls, but I could probably go smaller.

Tiny bits of hair and glue inside the gap may affect the fit of the wig cap.

Takes three billion years to dry the inside because you will swab glue on the inside of the wigcap and then smoosh the wig cap against plastic wrap on your doll's hair to keep the wig cap properly molded to your doll's head

Works terrible on mature tiny 1/6 wigs

TTRPG Mini Grass Style

Pros:

Fast, just put a daub of glue and slap a tuft on

Hair can be pushed in multiple directions without looking awkward

Cons:

Harder to do with longer hair and thicker fibers, may just tip over before the glue dries. Works better with short suri alpaca or tencel than mohair

Fold Over Method

Pros:

Easy!

Can hide wigcap edges

Cons:

Not realistic

Works worse with stiff fibers that may not lay flat after being folded over (may need heat treatment to work)

Ugly glue zone

Chopping the wig open to cram in fibers where the hair parting is

Pros:

Less ugly glue zone than the foldover method

Cons:

Margin for error for not warping the entire wig cap is not great! More risk than the rooting method.

Wildcard showing up with a steel chair! (mostly because this doesn't really need a separate post)

Flocking + painted edges

Pros:

Fast, swab on the adhesive and shake a ketchup bottle of fiber powder on it.

Useful for shaved hair

Cons:

Well, now you have Craft Herpes (glitter, fiber dust, y'know how it is...)

Not all doll sculptors have very flush headcap boundaries

Gotta redo the face-side of the flocking whenever you want to change the face-up

[celebtf]

Dylan and The Extra

So I got cast as an Extra in this movie, didn't really know what it is about but it's extra cash and right now I take everything I can get. As an Extra you really don't meet the stars on set, you just do your job and they come do their scen and leave. I just to think every actor/movie star was a bart, acting all snobby, arrogant.

I was going in to Studio 17 to see the scene they were shooting right now and I also wanted to get a sandwich from the snack table, I have been here since 4am, I'm getting hungry at this point.

I got into the studio and see they are running through a scene and somebody yells

" Dylan, we need to in hair and makeup right now, to fix up the wig and some other stuff"

I saw Dylan Minnette run from place A to B and for the first time i started to find him attractive.

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" Hey Dylan, I'm sorry I had to rush you out of the scene so fast, we just needed to check the wig really fast " the makeup girl said, Dylan just looked at her and smiled a big smile. He actually loved this trailer because it was very quiet. " Can you please take of your shirt, just quick so it dosen't get messy before the scene " Dylan changed out of the yellow shirt and put it on a hanger.

" I'm so sorry Theresa, I need to run to the bathroom very fast before we start " Dylan said with a sad undertone and left the trailer

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I had been listening outside the trailer when Dylan and his Makeup person talked so I knew he was going to the bathroom, I quietly opened the door in to the trailer, his makeup artist was not there at the moment, so I took the shirt of the hanger and hide it and run towards the bathrooms.

I was in the bathroom and went in to a booth and I tried Dylans shirt on, and I heard the door open from the other booth.

I opened my door and I saw dylan drop to his knees in pain but I still tried on the shirt, it smelled so good, if I could get high on a smell, it would've been this.

Thankfully I couldn’t feel the pain myself, but I could feel a small light pleasure in my now too-tight pants, my dick was growing.

I went over to the mirror and saw my face changing, the hair went light brown, my stubble grew back. The Transformation made me sweat, I needed to get this shirt of right now.

" I look so hot, don't I, Dylan" I looked at the old Dylan who was in pain with a smile. " I would love to chat, but the makeup girl is waiting on me" I took the weak Dylan by his collar and locked him in the bathroom. I took the shirt in my hand and went out.

" One last check " I look so hot, I know what I will be doing later " I laughed and went back to the trailer.

" Hey Theresa, I'm sorry, I have a bad stomach today" I said, hoping she wouldn't notice the change in actor.

" It's okay Dylan, we all have those days, now sit in the chair so we can put the wig on, and then put the yellow shirt on again "

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Hii it's me, I'm hoping you guys understood the POV shift, it makes it easier for me too, even if it's a bit basic. Hope you liked this story, I try uploading every 2-5 days.

[opiopal]

I was thinking abt this and I wanna ask, does anyone else have any little headcanons that are canon but only to their own personal Mc that literally doesn’t make any sense but you have it bc YOU like it? Cause I sure do,

one of them is that Luci does my Mc’s hair every morning,

like, this is a day one thing which is what makes it a little wonky. My mc, as seen in drawings I’ve done of her, doesn’t really have her hair controlled apart from her two front braids, which she grows for like, growth from trauma. Her entire head of hair is very thick and untamed, and she rly only brushes it. she has a hard time doing her own hair so that’s how she just leaves it, (she has a few visual impairments and sometimes her hands just don’t listen to her) SO, first day at RAD she does her usual thing of just brushing out her hair and leaving, however Luci notices their hair looks just as messy as when he had first met her. He just thought she was such a mess bc she got randomly teleported, but does she seriously just live like that?? so he stopped her before she left and tied her hair up into a simple high ponytail, tied off with a purple bow to match her uniform tie. Really it was because he didn’t want the exchange student to look bad, because it would also made Lord Diavolo look bad. He didn’t want anyone to assume anything about Diavolo, and he makes sure to make that clear to her, he wasn’t doing this because he wanted to, it was just because he didn’t want the future king to be shamed. (Though I’m sure that paternal instinct in him also was kickin in but we know he would never admit it..)

over time it becomes a routine, he tried to get mammon to try and do their hair… but ofc he didn’t want much to do with mc in the beginning so luci always had to step in. He (kinda harshly) questioned my mc as to why she just doesn’t do it herself, which she, while embarrassed, awkwardly explained that she has a hard time with it and she’d rather not get into why. But she did stress that he didn’t have to do it! It’s completely fine! Yet every morning he’s ready with a hair tie, hairbrush, and the bow to do their hair. Honestly, my mc is absolutely a creature of habit and does NOT want it to be ruined, she needs all the stability she can get dang it! So it doesn’t sit right with her if there’s a day where her hair doesn’t get done by him, and it gets weird for him too if he doesn’t do it, like something in his schedule is missing. Even when all the tense crap is going on and Luci and mc lowkey are close to murdering each other, she’ll still walk into his room in the morning, hand him the stuff, and turn around. And he’ll do it, she’ll say thank you, then leave.

I can also imagine the other brothers wanting to try and help too, but mams struggles a bit with her hair(though he gets used to it and helps often once they start dating<3), Levi got really embarrassed but tried his best! He’s honestly good bc of styling cosplay wigs.. but she doesn’t always want ruri-Chan pigtails…. S8n would probably get frustrated but still manage a cute hair style, asmo… gets carried away, suddenly he’s braiding and curling- then doing a different style to see what else he could do- and it’s just a mess. I don’t think sweet boy Beel could manage much beyond helping to brush hair, which she can do just fine, and belphie… doesn’t know how to take care of his own hair let alone someone else’s, so he wouldn’t try lol,

another little thing I have with her is that like, she LOVES fruit, like, I like to imagine RADS cafeteria is kinda like a buffet but with the main course always changing, so she always gets like, a burger or something, and stuffs the rest of her tray with cut and uncut fruit, nearly every snack she has is fruit, So I have it like, if you were to give her a plate of fruit she’ll just zone out and eat it until it’s gone, then come back into reality. So it’s sometimes used to the brother advantage when they need to do something without mc stopping them or telling Luci, literally they just give her a bowl or plate of fruit and she blanks out til it’s gone, then she’s like “wait where tf did they go”

AND another thing is that she often has tea with Diavolo! It’s a weekly thing, they go and vibe together and just chit chat while barbatos makes sure their cups are never empty, over time she does actually get the both of them in on the convo, despite the fact that at first Barb insists on them enjoying their little hang out, since the young master has just been dying to see his human bestie, but he caves and usually joins in after a few visits

also my mc and luci have a father daughter thing going on, since he looks/reminds her of her father who she only knew for the first few years of her life, and Luci is just.. well himself, but ofc the game kinda ruins it for me sometimes🥲 I just pretend them hanging out is just wholesome fun bonding time and not an implied date 😔

[gabessquishytum]

Hello love! I’ve been having thoughts of Dream and Hob exploring their sexualities in… potentially unhealthy ways. I don’t think I’ll ever write it, so I’m tossing my scattered thoughts your way in the hopes you’ll be inspired, or perhaps someone else will be ;)

I was listening to “One of Your Girls” by Troye Sivan and was smacked in the head with the concept of young Dream going to a club and meeting Hob– who’s a very straight man, for the first time.

Hob is very much Dream’s type: warm and soft, an easy smile, strong yet kind,  but something devious in his eyes. Especially with the way he’s been eyeing Dream from across the room. Dream saunters over to him and turns on the charm. He’s openly flirting, lightly touching Hob’s arm, complimenting how handsome he is, all to Hob laughing and blushing and acting almost… shy? Finally Hob, while not outright pushing Dream away, reveals to him that he’s flattered, but not interested in men.

Undeterred, Dream hums casually, taking a long swallow from his drink (making sure Hob watches), and leans fully into his space to speak sweetly in his ear.

“Are you sure?”

And when Hob turns his head to meet Dream’s gaze dead on, they are close enough to feel one another’s breath on their lips. Close enough that Dream can taste Hob’s anxiety mingled with excitement as his lips part and his eyes flick down briefly to Dream’s mouth and back.

Dream’s eyes flutter shut as Hob’s hand cups the side of his face, fingers soft under his jawline, and slowly leans in for a kiss that is so soft, so god damn careful, it nearly makes Dream shake.

Because, underneath his cool and confident facade, Dream is insecure. He’s young and is desperate to be loved. Hob isn’t the first straight man he’s fooled around with. Dream has always told men, and himself, that it was okay. That his body could be a safe space for them to explore their curiosities… even if it did leave him feeling strangely empty afterwards. The thrill of being the reason a straight man was questioning himself wore off pretty fast when they didn’t stay the night, didn’t call him back, or even indulge in a kiss.

But the first thing Hob does is kiss him. Slow, gentle, with his hands holding Dream’s face like he’s something precious and it shatters something in Dream. He almost whimpers as Hob pulls back, thumbs caressing his sharp cheekbones.

It was just a chaste thing, lips only, but Dream instantly wants more. 

“Did you like that?” Dream asks, already dying to go back for more.

But Hob pauses, seeming to really consider it.

“I’m not sure. That was my first time kissing a man.”

So from here… we could go two directions:

Hob has his bi-awakening. Dream shows him everything he’s been missing. It’s sweet and they fall in love afterwards.

Or, my personal preference, angst.

Hob continues to be unsure. Dream and him spend more time together, but it’s more as friends. Dream lays off trying to get him into his bed, but it’s still very obvious he’s into him. Like, really obvious (lots of staring, “casual” touches, more experimental kissing that as they indulge in more and more, Hob breaks away with a loud gasp or frustrated sound because he’ll get his hands on Dream and feel his flat chest, the stubble on his face, or Dream’s low growl and shake his head “This isn’t working…”).

And finally Dream kind of breaks down and is like, “I could be a girl for you.” and dresses up in drag. He makes a very convincing woman and it’s almost embarrassing how into it Hob is, finally getting a proper erection the moment Dream walks into the room, high heels, makeup, wig, tucked and wearing fake breasts. He sucks Hob off before blindfolding him while Dream crawls up his lap and impales himself on Hob’s cock.

It gets messy from there. Dream developing feelings and Hob feeling even more confused about his sexuality than before. It’s like Dream, his friend, is a completely different person than the Dream that presents himself as feminine. 

Maybe Hob grew up conservative and he’s still fighting back old repressed morals/values. Maybe he has internalized homophobia. 

As you can see, my mind is everywhere. Not sure where to take it, and I don’t think I have the confidence to properly tackle this brainworm. So. here ya go *upends box all over the place and runs away*

First of all hello my love!! So great to see you here!!! And second of all, one of your girls is such a banger. I just have share my favourite line with you all: You should insure that waist / With the highest policy you can get

Iconic.

Anyway, this ask hurt my feelings so much but I LOVE IT. Repressed queer Hob is so interesting to me because it feels quite close to canon? As a character Hob is quite conservative/goes with the times. I think he's right about himself, he does have to make a big effort to change! Which is not a bad thing! But can be painful, I guess.

It definitely makes everything more complicated because Dream seems to be two different people. He's still Hob’s friend, his buddy, someone he trusts and respects. But he's also... someone else. A pretty thing in drag who knows exactly how Hob likes to be sucked off and who Hob fantasies about when he jerks off. It's not really Dream he's thinking of, but it kind of is? Those are Dream’s thighs wrapped around his waist, those are Dream’s lips, his tongue, his pert little arse.

Hob feels like a horrible person and like he should stop the whole thing, but every time he tries, Dream pouts his pink glossy lips and slides his freshly shaved thigh between Hob’s legs to rub against his cock. And Hob thinks well, one more time won't hurt. And the cycle continues.

Dream feels utterly destroyed by the fact that he just isn't enough for Hob. Because Hob is so nice to him! He never laughs at Dream, he's a proper friend to him, and a good lover too. It would be such a perfect relationship. But Hob never gets hard when they're curled up on the couch together in the daytime. They still try kissing sometimes, but Hob sometimes pulls away with his look on his face that just cuts Dream to his core.

So he keeps dressing up. Being Hob’s pretty little girl isn’t so bad. Hob is worth it. He's nothing like the other straight men who've tossed Dream away after one night of curiosity. And he really, genuinely isn't! He loves Dream, its just that the love is weighed down by all the stuff inside Hob’s head that tells him that he can't. He can't be gay. Not even for Dream. He can't open that door because he's fucking terrified of what's behind it.

I'm a sucker for an eventual resolution so I propose this: Hob finally does the right thing and breaks off the pseudo-relationship with Dream. He requests time apart and Dream is devastated, but resigned. Hob will move on and find himself a proper woman, he supposes. But Hob does not! He goes to therapy!

It's nearly a year until Hob shows up at Dream’s place. He apologies for everything that happened before - he was old enough to know better. Being fucked up by other people isn't an excuse to do fucked up shit. And he would like a chance to try again with Dream, but he doesn't expect or feel entitled to anything. It's not up to Dream to fix him.

Dream tries to take time to think it over, but the answer was always going to be yes. He's done some growing up in the last year, and he knows what he deserves: a loving, dedicated and respectful partner. He knows that Hob can be all of that. No more pretending and hiding. They're going to make it work.

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Twenty-Four: Crossdressing - Jisung/Chan

Tags: Feminization, petnames like princess, baby girl, good girl, mentions of alcohol, fingering, anal, top!Chan, bottom!Jisung

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Fewer things in this world were more beautiful than Han Jisung. Specifically, Han Jisung when he got all pretty for Chan–when he put pretty hair clips in his hair, smeared pink shimmer across his eyelids, touched up his lashes with mascara, and emphasized his plump lips with a red, sticky lip gloss. When he would put on his favorite pink corset top and a pleated mini-skirt that barely covered his ass, stocking clad thighs leading to feet slipped into Barbie-pink pumps that made him at least three inches taller than Chan. Sometimes he even put on a wig.

Chan wanted to make that makeup run. He wanted to smear his lipstick across his face and watch his mascara flow down his face. Jisung always looked so pretty like that, tiny waist, soft thighs squeezed by thigh-highs, his gorgeous makeup all messy. He would whine and say Chan was messing up his hard work, but he loved it all the same. 

When Jisung got home after a lunch out with Felix, a million and one scenarios of how Chan wanted to ravish him ran through his mind. He was wearing that outfit that he loved so much, the one that made him look especially girly and emphasized his tiny waist and curvy hips. His hair had been growing out lately and he’d gotten it curled so it fell in pretty waves around his face. Chan watched him like a hawk as he hung up his purse and bent over to take off his heels. Chan’s mouth went dry when his skirt rode up, revealing the underside of Jisung’s ass. While his whole outfit was pink, the panties he was wearing wear baby-blue. A color that looked gorgeous on Jisung’s tan skin. 

He swallowed thickly as Jisung straightened up and headed over to Chan with a bright smile on his face, socked feet padding against the floor. Chan opened his arms for him and he collapsed against him with an “oof!”

“How was your time out?” Chan asked, running a hand through Jisung’s hair. He only then noticed that he had gotten a few glittery extensions. Cute. 

“It was really good. Definitely ate too much food and Felix ordered a bunch of sweet drinks so I may have gotten a bit tipsy, but Changbin drove us back so we wouldn’t have to call a cab but I’m sober now,” he said, all in one breath. Chan chuckled and tucked his hair behind his ears. 

“Yeah? I’m glad you had a good time,” he said softly. 

Jisung hummed and nuzzled against Chan’s neck. Chan shivered and his hands went to hold Jisung’s dainty waist. “Mhmm, me too,” he mumbled against his skin. Chan shifted, trying to keep his arousal at bay. “I missed you though.” 

“I missed you too,” Chan agreed. In more ways than one , he didn’t say. 

Jisung pressed a soft kiss to his neck then and his breath caught in his throat. “I miss you a lot . And I saw how you were looking at me when I walked in, hyung. I’m not blind,” he said, pressing his soft lips to Chan’s skin again. Chan could feel the lipstick stain that was left behind and he took a deep breath. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “You’re just so…fuck you look so pretty in this outfit.” 

Jisung giggled softly. “It’s okay, hyung. You can say that you wanna fuck me. I know you like it when I dress up like a girl,” he said teasingly. Chan felt his blood rush south. 

“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, Sung,” Chan said lowly. He squeezed Jisung’s waist as a warning but Jisung only smiled. 

“Oh I know exactly what I’m getting myself into. I wouldn’t have said anything otherwise,” he said sweetly. He sucked on the skin beneath Chan’s jaw and Chan inhaled deeply. 

“You promise you’re sober?” 

“Mhmm. Just a pleasant buzz. I want this. Was thinking about you as I was getting dressed this morning. May or may not have fingered myself in the shower this morning too.” 

Chan tongued his cheek and clenched his jaw. “Fuck. Okay. Let’s go to the bedroom then,” he said. Jisung giggled happily and wrapped himself around Chan so that he could pick him up. Chan wrapped his hands underneath Jisung’s thighs and carried him to their bedroom with practiced ease. He tossed Jisung onto the bed but was still gentle enough to make sure he didn’t get hurt. 

When Jisung reached down to begin taking off his skirt, Chan shook his head vehemently and reached out to still Jisung’s hands. “No. Keep it on. I’m gonna fuck you in this outfit, yeah? Wanna see how pretty my princess looks in his outfit while I fuck him.” Jisung nodded and chewed on his bottom lip to bite back a whimper. 

“Yes sir,” he responded softly, letting his hands fall limp at his side. 

“That’s a good girl.” The whine Jisung let out was music to his ears.

Chan quickly went to grab the lube and a condom and then crawled between Jisung’s spread thighs. He ran his hands up from his knees to the edge of the stockings and pinched the soft flesh that spilled over the edge of them. Jisung gasped and bent his knees slightly as he spread his legs further. There was a small tent in his skirt where the fabric rested over his dick and the sight made Chan’s cock pulse. “So fucking pretty, princess. Wonder how many people were staring at you when you went out.”

Jisung shuffled on the bed as Chan continued playing with his thighs, his grip bruising even as he pushed his hands under his skirt to grab his inner thighs. “I-I don’t know,” he said shakily. “Was only thinking of you.” 

“Even when you were with your friends?” Chan asked. He flipped up Jisung’s skirt and his breath hitched at the sight of Jisung’s hard cock trapped inside his blue, lace panties. 

Jisung shivered as the cool hair hit his cock and he whimpered. “Ye-yeah,” he stuttered. “I–the reason I got off in the shower was so I wouldn’t be thinking about you the whole time I was out. So I wouldn’t imagine you reacting like this to my outfit. But it didn’t help, it wasn't enough. Wanted your cock.” 

Chan practically growled in response, a groan getting trapped in his throat. “Shit, you’re so fucking sexy, Jisungie. How did I get so lucky?” he asked as he moved his hands to hold Jisung’s hips. He brushed his thumb over the tip of Jisung’s cock where it was leaking into his panties and Jisung moaned. 

“ Hyunggg ,” he whined and then he huffed. “I want you, please.” 

“You’ll have me,” Chan said. “What, I can’t take my time with you?” 

“You can but not now ,” Jisung insisted. “I dressed up so nice and you don’t want to take me apart right now?” 

Chan chuckled softly and leaned over Jisung so that he could kiss him softly. But Jisung immediately wrapped his arms around Chan so that he could kiss him deeper and he parted his lips to run his tongue over his lips. Chan smiled against his mouth and huffed but allowed Jisung to have the kiss he wanted. It quickly turned passionate and messy because Chan could never get enough of his Jisung and his mouth tasted sweet, like lipgloss and sugary alcohol and dessert, and so entirely Jisung that he never wanted to stop kissing him. 

Jisung was quick to grow impatient though and after a minute he pulled away with a gasp. “That was enough time. Now fuck me, please .”

Chan grinned as he looked down at Jisung. He already looked disheveled, his wavy hair fanning out across the pillow and his lipgloss smeared across his lips. Just like he loved. “Whatever my princess wishes,” he said. Jisung’s eyes lit up with excitement and he smiled as Chan sat back on his heels. 

“I don’t need much prep, ‘m still loose,” Jisung said. A faint blush spread across his cheeks and Chan’s heart skipped a beat. He was so beautiful it was unfair. 

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he decided. “Lift your legs for me, baby.” 

Jisung held his thighs up and bent his knees toward his chest so that Chan could get a good view between his legs. He hooked his finger in the panties and pulled them to the side, revealing Jisung’s pink, fluttering hole. It was still a little swollen from fucking himself earlier in the day and there was a bit of wetness left from the lube. Chan bit his lip. 

He opened the bottle of lube just to be safe and coated his fingers with his. Jisung never took his eyes off him, his eyelids heavy and pupils blown. Chan pushed a single finger in at first to test the waters and when he was met with no resistance, he pushed a second finger in alongside the first. Jisung’s eyes fluttered, his eyelashes fanning across his cheeks. “Fuck, you really are loose. How many fingers did you use?” 

“Th-three, for the most part,” Jisung managed, swallowing audibly after. “But I added a fourth at the end.” 

“Shit,” Chan mumbled. He spread his fingers and Jisung’s body arched as he mewled. 

“Hyung!” he exclaimed. “Please, more. I can take another, please don’t make me wait. I’m your good girl, right?” he asked, doe eyes pleading as they held Chan’s gaze. He clenched his jaw and his cock twitched in his pants. He loved when Jisung got like this, falling into the role of Chan’s baby girl as easily as he pulled on a skirt. It made waves of arousal shoot through his stomach. 

“Yeah, you are,” he said. He pulled both fingers out just to thrust three in at once. He pushed them deep and searched around before he found the little bundle of nerves in Jisung’s hole. He grinned and rubbed over it with the tips of his fingers just to watch Jisung writhe under his touch. 

“Oh fuck– hyung please,” Jisung whimpered. Chan’s fingers continued moving but he took a moment to look up at Jisung. Holy shit, he already looked so fucked out. His cheeks were fiery red and there was hardly any color left in his eyes from how big his pupils had gotten. 

“Yeah? Please what?” Chan asked, tilting his head. He curled his fingers and Jisung’s back arched. He rolled his hips down to push Chan’s fingers deeper and when he hit his prostate again he keened. The ties on his corset top stretched across his chest as he took deep, heavy breaths to calm himself, but it didn’t seem to be working as Chan continued to spread his fingers and abuse his prostate with every thrust. 

“Ah-ahh–st-stop, I’m gonna come,” Jisung said. “Wanna come on your cock, I’m ready.” 

Chan hummed and stroked his free hand up Jisung’s thigh. “Alright, I’ll give you what you want,” he said softly. He bent down and kissed the sliver of skin that was showing between Jisung’s corset and skirt and removed his fingers as he did so. It was tempting to tease Jisung more, really make him beg and cry, but Chan was a weak man. Jisung really didn’t have to do much to get him to cave, especially looking as pretty and pliant as he did. The pink of his clothes matched the flush spread across his skin. He looked edible.

Chan made quick work of tugging his pants off and his cock bobbed up, achingly hard. Jisung didn’t even need to touch him to get him like this. Just seeing him walk in the door before was enough to make him hard so now he was throbbing . 

He reached for the condom, but Jisung whined. “Nooo, I wanna feel you.” 

“Are you sure? It’ll make a mess,” Chan said, but Jisung nodded. 

“Yeah, I’m sure. Don’t care if I get my clothes messy. I just want your cum inside me.” 

Chan groaned and cursed under his breath. “You’re unreal. Fuck. So perfect, princess.” He tossed the condom aside and got back between Jisung’s thighs. He tossed his legs over his shoulder and pulled his panties aside again to line himself up. “I’ll fill you up good, yeah? You don’t have to worry.” 

Chan began to push his cock past the rim and Jisung tossed his head back, muscles rippling under his tanned skin. “ Ahh , yes, yes, yesss ,” he moaned at the feeling of Chan’s cock filling him up. He clenched around him and Chan clenched his teeth, inhaling sharply. 

“You gotta relax, I’m gonna come too fast if you keep doing that,” he warned and Jisung took a couple deep breaths. Chan soothed his hand over the side of his thigh and brushed his thumb over the seam of his stockings. “Yeah, that’s it, that’s my good girl.” 

Jisung whimpered, going lax against the sheets. “Hyung, please,” he whined, fingers flexing against the sheets. Arousal heated Chan’s stomach. He could never get over hearing how Jisung said hyung. He didn’t consider himself to have a hyung kink, but something about Jisung saying it, his usually caramelly-deep voice multiple pitches higher than normal, dressed in all pink, that made Chan dizzy with want. 

He pushed all the way to the base, his hips flush against Jisung’s ass. He gave himself and Jisung a second to adjust before he started moving, but Jisung was quick to insist, “ Move.” So Chan pulled all the way out until just the tip of his cock was pressed against his rim, and then he slammed back in, the slap of their skin together resounding across the room. 

Jisung moaned wantonly, ah, ah, ahs spilling from his lips as Chan picked up a steady rhythm, fucking into him with abandon. His skirt was flipped up over his stomach because of his position and his stockings began rolling down his thighs as they slid along Chan’s shoulders. Chan felt his whole body quiver around him as he pushed his knees further back towards his chest and angled his hips to hit his prostate head on. “So fucking pretty, so pretty like this,” he gritted through his teeth. 

“Th-thank yo-ou,” Jisung hiccuped. His hole clenched around Chan’s cock as he pounded into him and he moaned pathetically. Pleasure pooled in Chan’s stomach at the feeling of Jisung spasming around him and he took a deep breath to calm himself. He needed to make Jisung come first. 

“That’s it princess, you’re doing so good,” Chan praised when Jisung let out a strangled moan. His eyes were unfocused and his mouth was opened, producing a pretty litany of moans. A light sheen of sweat covered his skin and it shimmered under the light which emphasized the tensing of his muscles. 

“Hhhh, f-fu-uck, hhhyung ,” Jisung moaned, twisting against the bed. “ Harder .” 

“Harder? Want me to–mm fuck–want me to split you in half, princess?” Chan asked breathlessly. He snapped his hips harder and Jisung cried out, eyes rolling back. 

“Yes, yes, yes, ohhh fuck.” Jisung bit his lip and his chest heaved. “‘M gonna–I’m gonna– ahh, ah! Hyung, there, yes! ” 

Sweat dripped down Chan’s face as he fucked into Jisung and he could feel his own orgasm approaching. Jisung was like a vice around him, clenching so tight he could barely think. “Yeah, that’s it,” he said, squeezing Jisung’s thighs. “C’mon, come for me, let me see how pretty you look when you come.” 

Jisung whined and his back raised off the bed. “Sh-shit,” he hiccuped. “I’m c-coming, hyung.” His cock, which by now was poking out of his blue panties, twitched and spurted cum all over the underside of his skirt. He moaned long and loud and Chan clenched his jaw at how tight his hole squeezed around him. He looked fucking gorgeous as he came. The pleasure was written all over his angelic face and the sight alone was enough to bring Chan to the edge. 

His whole body buzzed as he gave a few final thrusts and finally came inside Jisung, making a mess of his hole. Jisung moaned as he was filled and the sound was the only thing Chan’s brain registered for the next few moments. 

When his orgasm finally finished, he let Jisung’s legs slip from his shoulders and he exhaled. He fell forward, collapsing on top of Jisung and he grunted. “Hyung, you’re heavy,” he complained weakly. His voice was so soft Chan could barely register it. 

“It’s all those muscles,” he mumbled against Jisung’s chest. Jisung rolled his eyes. 

“Whatever,” he said playfully. He wiggled a little under him. Chan hummed softly and wrapped his arms around his slim waist. 

“Let’s lay here, I’m tired,” he mumbled. 

“No, my skirt needs to be washed!” Chan closed his eyes and pretended to snore. “Hyung! I can feel your cum dripping out of my ass.” 

“Okay, okay,” Chan responded, groaning. “You know, you aren’t being a very good girl right now.” He poked Jisung’s cheek and laughed at the way his face lit up red. 

“Shut the fuck up, oh my gosh.” 

Chan cackled as he stood up. “Alright, fine. Come here, let me carry you to the bathroom like the princess you are.” 

Jisung pouted but held his arms around for Chan anyway. “Mhm, that’s right,” he said with a nod as Chan wrapped his arms around him. He smiled softly to himself and pressed a chaste kiss to Jisung’s lips as he held him. Wow, he loved this boy.

[twopoppies]

all of the stunts- as someone who has been in the fandom since 2011, witnessed stunts live in action etc- have been so poorly developed and played out it’s an absolute monstrosity how the gp actually believed that. here are just a few examples

haige was, in a brief summary, a pathetic attempt to portray harry as whatever they were aiming for. it was so messy and became toxic on harry’s behalf so sudden it was upsetting to witness. paige was an attention seeking person who wanted to gain a persona- even signed w an agency because of her association. it was all really one big mess, people believed H cheated on L (bffr.), L and Z had a fling in who remembers where they went, H and L were over, done nada. i’m unsure how haige is still being mentioned til this day? photos that magically resurface are just the evidence of the failed ordeal.

elounor was used as a punishment for both of the boys. if they acted a certain way on stage, in an interview, said the wrong thing or was in the wrong place at the wrong time it would result in a pap walk or a new article about how famous singer from 1D was going to propose and have kids with the love of his life!! by the end of the stunt the storyline had been fucked up so consistently that there is no consistency in the actual “relationship”. they were on, then off, then on, then off- gretchen, tina, eleanor, what looked like liam in a wig?? yeahh ok very believable on their behalf sure.

i don’t even want to talk about baby gate. babygate was hell on earth. chaotic, and yet probably resembles a performance by 6 year olds. photoshops, fertility clinic, stolen pictures, instagram accounts created JUST months before ‘F’ was born. paternity tests, L randomly getting a woman pregnant because that’s totally responsible from a guy who’s definitely had more meetings about not doing dumb shit whilst off the clock to keep his boyband image.

anyways, i find it funny how people believe the stunts. the stunts that were so painstakingly obvious. ah, just wanted to rant since all i’m seeing is shit about the stunts ✌️

Bless you. Totally agree. There's absolutely zero effort made to make them consistent or believable because why work so hard when the GP and half the fans believe anything they're told? I don't know why people bring up old shit, and then new fans just freak out, and it becomes the topic of the day.