#lacy letters

[dolcebuns]

Lacy Letters my beloved!! maybe i'll give her a lace collar

she's the mailpony in canterlot, perhaps she enjoys the romantical endeavors of the city folk

[loversmore]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

omg hi 🥺 this is so nice, thank you :( 🤍

but just five songs....… nightmare. i'll list some of my current favourites!!!! 1) love me anyway - chappell roan 2) the albatross - taylor swift 3) still into you - paramore 4) l'amour de ma vie - billie eilish 5) jjam - stray kids

anyway, thank you so much for thinking of me, this made me so happy :( i hope you know i love your blog and you're just so nice and kind and supportive and i love being mutual with you <3 i hope you’re doing okay and i’m sending you love 🤍

[paloma-ascends-into-hellfire]

song lyrics that make me sob uncontrollably

for someone who’s not a crier, i’ve sure been doing a lot of crying lately so here is a list of lyrics that have made me cry recently.

i put on survivor just to watch somebody suffer/maybe i should get some sleep/sinking in the sofa as they all betray each other/what’s the point of anything?/all of my friends are missing again/that’s what happens when you fall in love/you don’t have the time, you leave them all behind/you tell yourself, “it’s fine, i’m just in love” (Billie Eilish, “TV”, Guitar Songs (2022))

i’ll try not to starve myself/just because you’re mad at me/the internet’s gone wild watching movie stars on trial/while they’re overturning roe v wade (Billie Eilish, “TV”, Guitar Songs (2022))

don’t you worry ‘bout your curly hair/clothes that don’t quite fit you anywhere/voices echo in the gym […]/i’m so sorry that they pick you last/try to say your foreign name and laugh/i know that you feel loud, so different from the crowd/of big blue eyes and long blonde hair and boys that stare/but, baby, know that/you’ll grow up and/grow so tough and charm them all/write your story/fall in love a little too/the things you thought you’d never do (Laufey, “Letter to My 13-Year-Old Self, Bewitched (2023))

all this time /i didn’t know/that you were breaking down […]/too young to know it gets better/i’ll be summer sun for you forever/forever winter if you go/he seems fine most of the time/forcing smiles and neverminds (Taylor Swift, “Forever Winter (Taylor’s Version)”, Red (Taylor’s Version) (2021)

if i was standing there in your apartment/i’d take that bomb in your head and disarm it/i’d say i love you even at your darkest/and please don’t go […]/he says he doesn't believe anything much he hears these days/i say, "Believe in one thing, I won't go away" (Taylor Swift, “Forever Winter (Taylor’s Version)”, Red (Taylor’s Version) (2021)

i feel your compliments like bullets on skin (Olivia Rodrigo, “lacy”, Guts (2023))

all the time/i’m grateful all the time/i’m sexy and i’m kind/i’m pretty when i cry (Olivia Rodrigo, “all-american bitch”, Guts (2023))

you need a hug, are you alright?/nobody’s loved you much tonight (Em Beihold, “12345”, Egg in the Backseat (2022))

[autocorrection]

anyone want to make our ocs fight

in this pose specifically

[roseseals]

we have never really talked but 🍓 if you so wish!

hi Lacie! we havent talked much but i rhink your blog is cute and i see you in my notes so much so i think well of you :)

[pinkfey]

(see: List of REDЯUM controversies)

sending all my love and support to Lacie Lane and her bad decisions!!! (but also. spill the deets? 👀)

List of REDЯUM controversies chronologically:

Prior to fame, in 2015, REDRUM was involved in a nightclub brawl. When the authorities arrived, lead singer Lacie Lane attacked a police officer, biting his palm and kicking him in the ribs. The band claimed her actions were a result of intoxication, self defense, and the club’s poor lighting. Lane spent a night in jail for the misdemeanor but was released without charge.

Lane and bandmate Rowan Hart were deported from Germany in 2019. Precise accounts vary, but it is corroborated that in the early hours of the morning, Lane and Hart nailed a condom to a wall and lit it on fire “for light.” They were arrested for attempted arson, spent three hours in police custody, and deported the same day. Seven Lawless’ work permit was revoked a few days later and bandmates Iris De Luca and Devyn Powell had to recover the band’s equipment on their own. REDRUM has since apologized for disturbing Germany’s peace and has no plans to play in Europe again.

In 2020, Lane threatened a fan who approached her on the street, stating, “I’ll fucking bite you.” According to Lane, she mistook the fan for a reporter who had been harassing her both online and offline following her split from Lawless. The fan has stated she feels no ill will towards Lane: “[m]y idol just yelled at me. It was awesome.”

Lane was flamed on social media and accused of classism in 2022 when she tweeted, “this city fucking sucks” and a photo of herself and Hart in Newark, New Jersey. Following the backlash, she tweeted, “i was born here you fucking morons.” Lane has made no further comments.

REDRUM was accused of cheating in 2023’s Battle of the Bands following their win. No proof of these accusations has since emerged.

In addition, REDRUM reportedly physically attacked their competitors, Underground Wastebasket, the night of their win. Accounts vary.

In 2021, Lane trashed ex-boyfriend and now-former bandmate Seven Lawless on social media, referring to him as a “phony artist,” “belligerent nincompoop,” and “therapist’s dream patient,” in addition to posting a selfie of herself in a shirt displaying the words “best ex-girlfriend.” Following REDRUM’s BotB win, these posts resurfaced along with criticism of Lane’s behavior as childish, unprofessional, and proof of REDRUM’s win as undeserving. As of 2023, Lane has not addressed the posts, but they have been deleted. Lane has since been regularly seen wearing the “best ex-girlfriend” t-shirt.

In 2023, Lane lost consciousness while performing at the Orpheum, falling over the edge of the stage and injuring two fans. Lane was reportedly drinking copious amounts of alcohol prior to the concert. According to REDRUM’s manager, Orion Quinn, Lane has paid for all damages, including one of the fan’s hospital fees.

[lexa-griffins]

Which of your Clarke and/or Lexa would go through a goth phase and dye their hair black 👀

🤣 okay okay

Dilf!clarke au Lexa definitely had a goth phase back in high school/early college. Any picture of her from that time is ripped fishnet thighs, lacy skirts, shockers and everything crosses and skulls. Of course she has none of those pictures up anymore but Madi (being a little snoop) ends up finding Lexa on Facebook by looking up her name and seeing Lexa's old high school pictures with edgy captions and black dyed hair over her eyes. She could die of embarrassment if Clarke didn't show her some pictures from her in the 90s on college with ripped jeans and baggy shirts looking all punk 😂

Im going to say boxer Clarke also had her goth phase in high school. She didn't dye her hair black but blood red, wore leather pants and band tees every day, and got herself in trouble more than once for listening to metal on her earphones loudly during class. She was just some punk kid who was dealing with a neglectful mom and a sick dying dad who was desperately trying to get some attention to herself. She'll never admit she had that phase in her life, even if her hair never fully recovered from all the different red dyes she mixed to get the color she wanted 😅

[cowboyhatesithere]

I am so sorry I thought I'd go study but I am still on the conspiracy theory thing.

It is insane that the gov. just lets military units design their own custom patches. They go through some clearance measures to make sure they're not too revealing, but then some of the symbols are so glaringly obvious.

They go "oh we'll put a set of five stars in one spot paired with a lone star and it'll be our secret little best friend's code that we worked at Area 51 together heehee"

^all real project unit patches from black world projects

[malusokay]

Things that I simply LOVE 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

lacy bras and pretty lingerie

oatmeal and HOT coffee on rainy days

layering perfumes

putting notes and annotations in books

coming up with code names for the guys that we are talking to

writing letters to my friends even though we talk daily

making playlists for every occasion but its all just Lana

starting chats with "GIRL" to signal urgency

big earrings and too many bracelets

hosting brunch and dinner at my place

shitposting on main

trying a new makeup and actually liking the result

wearing sweats and a bra as my at-home fit

seeing results when dieting and working out

boy gossip after long days of studying lmao

posting ig stories and yapping

making tumblr gifs of myself

decorating for holidays way too early

going to the store and smelling every scented candle until I find the perfect one

same for the tea section. I love tea.

being asked where my clothes are from

when I smile at old people and they smile back

the feeling of your brain being slow and numb after a good study session

staying up to talk to my girls

doing my skincare after a day of not wearing makeup

floortime

having a cold and therefore not feeling guilty for being lazy (unfortunately, I am a workaholic)

tiktok tarot readings that feed into my delusions

these are just things that I PERSONALLY love, and if you get it, were besties. <3

my insta -> @ malusokay

[rafesfavslut]

imagine gifting rafe this...

rafe's eyebrows furrowed as you gave him an album. "what's this shit?" he frowned, eyes gazing at the sickening baby pink, the gold letters in the front.

"just open it!" you said, rather excitedly. he opened the first page, reading through your scribbling words, writing with the pink pen that you begged him to buy, to which he said it was so childish of you and that you'd never use it, but gave in anyway.

'hope you like it xoxo, yours only <3'

it wrote. rafe looked at you, seeming suspicious but continued at the next page. his mouth went agape at the sight of the picture. the way you peered up with your big wide doe eyes that he could never resist, his favorite lacy white matching panties and bra, with the cutest bow in the front.

"got my girl friend to take the pictures for me, ya like?" you smiled sheepishly.

he let out a scoff, can't help but smirk "you naughty girl, love it baby," he pressed a kiss to your neck. "the only book i'd be willing to read everyday," he teased.

"now how about you recreate them pictures for me, huh?"

[dolcebuns]

I just want you to know that i would die for lacy letters

im sure she finds you so wonderful and sweet!! what a display of affection <3!!

[yuiiiriii]

boyfriend!Inumaki who’s a loser in a hot body. It’s kinda like dating two people. He’s so expressive in text with you because, well, that’s his main way of communication with you. Other than the notes and letters he always gives you.

Through text he’s always his trolling playful self and the longer you’ve been together you noticed just how confident he gets over text. However when you’re with him in person, he does a complete one eighty. Everything you do lights him aflame, he’s breaking out into a huge blush, hiding behind his sweater. You think it’s cute. That’s he’s cute. He loved to tease you over text and you loved to tease him in person.

But boy was it a different level when you’d confront him about it. This night was a little more than your guys usually teasing.

As Toge shuts off his phone does he only realize the reality of the situation right now. And he’s fucking nervous. He’s already half hard thinking of you but his hands are clammy and he feels so hot.

Still, he makes it over to you, opening your door and making sure no one else heard him come in. When he turns around to meet your eyes, he gulps.

“Hi baby.” You whisper, your hands finding their home on his cheeks, rubbing along the patterns etched into his skin.

You loved when he was bare like this, when you were able to see all of his face. He was so pretty after all, it was shame he hid it half the time. His hands shakily rest on your waist and you smile innocently.

“You sure you’re ready?” You question, your thumb still gliding along his cheeks. He hums.

“Are you?” He whispers and you smile, trying to hide it by biting your lip. You hum and just like that your lips connect.

You weren’t dumb, you noticed how nervous he was, you could sense it. In a way you were to, but the need to dominate your usually cocky boyfriend was clouding your mind. The kiss is heated right off the bat, your tongue exploring his mouth as his hands grow more impatient, grabbing whatever he could.

You slowly led him to your bed, pushing him so he can sit as you made your way on top of him. He pouts when your lips leave him to suck at his neck. He hissed and squeezed your waist.

“Let’s take this off yea?” You smirk against his neck, pulling off his shirt above his head.

Toge flushes, his heart beating unhealthily fast. His chest, ears and neck were all red, making you grin. You noticed he was getting shy under your gaze, you were just taking a second to admire your boyfriend’s lean body. You go back to placing kisses on his neck, gliding yours hand down his chest, he shudders, his Addams apple bobbing. You notice this and move to suck on it, making him let out a strangled gasp.

He’s beginning to notice how you’re easily dominating so he tugs at your shirt, a signal that he wants it off. So you sit up, tearing it off of you and now it’s his turn to stare. A lacy bra that hugged your breasts so perfectly, it makes him groan.

“Touch me Toge.” You add a little whine to your voice, knowing it’d have an effect on him.

You grab his hands, placing them on top of your chest. His eyes are blown wide, as he fondles your breasts. He squeezes and tugs, his hands trailing to slide the straps off your shoulders. One hand rests on your waist as you unclasp your bra, letting it fall on the floor. Toge’s breathing is erratic as his eyes lid with pure lust. His hands move to cup them and you moan, only egging him on. He leans down to press light pecks and then his tongue darts out getting a perfect sigh of the marking on his tongue as he wets your nipple.

You whine as your hands, tangle in his hair. He takes one into his mouth, sucking and leaving playful bites on them. You’re a whining mess on top of him. It becomes a problem for him when you grinding down on him. He’s groaning in to your skin, his hands guiding your hips along his. He’s warm, his clothed bulge fitting perfectly under your clothed cunt. He would spend hours playing with your boobs if he could but you’re growing impatient.

So you lightly tug him off you and he’s a little dazed. You smile as you stand in between his legs, stripping in front of him. He swallows dryly, his hand reaching out to glide across your dips and curves. Then you’re kneeling down in front of him, his eyes widening. You slide down his sweats only to be with a dark patch on his boxers. He covers his face and you giggle.

“What happened Toge? You all shy now? It’s ok, I’ll take care of you.” You smile, palming him through his boxers, his hips jolt, his hand slapped over his mouth.

He was so sensitive and you were loving every second of it. You finally pull down his boxers and his cock springs out, his tip an angry red. A bead of pre cum dribbles out and you lick your lips.

“You’re so pretty Toge, big too.” He whines, biting his lip so hard you’re surprised it hasn’t torn.

You plant kisses on his inner thighs sucking a mark on it making him hiss. You finally wrap a hand around him and he groans. You haven’t even had him in your mouth nor pussy and he was already a mess. You swipe your thumb along his slit and he grips the sheets. His eyes are squeezed shut so it’s a surprise when he’s met with your warm mouth.

This time he lets out a guttural moan, something you’d never expect to hear from your boyfriend. You can tell he’s shocked to because he’s even redder now. You take him in deeper and you can feel him twitch in your mouth. He’s panting at this point, his hands pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

“S’good.” He babbles out, his eyes are barely open as he focuses in on the way your pretty lips wrap around his length.

Your hand goes up to massage his balls and he’s spasming. Series of ‘Yeses’ leaving his lips as he hunches over you, fucking into your mouth. You gag around him and the clench of your throat only makes him cum harder. He’s whimpering as the rush of his orgasm dissipates. He falls on your bed as he tries to catch his breath. His mind is mush that he doesn’t even notice you’re getting on top of him. You’re surprised he was still hard but that only made you all the more excited. Only when you grab him again does he rest on his elbows, eyes bulging as you glide his tip along your folds. You’re both moaning as you grow more needy. Toge is delirious.

“Ima put it in ok?” You huff out and he’s letting out shaky breathes, nodding quickly to your words.

You were so wet from sucking your boyfriend off that he bottoms out pretty easy. A pathetic moan leaves his mouth when he’s fully sheathed inside you. His hands shoot to your hips, a vice grip as he tries to fight the urge to cum again. He’s so fucking overstimulated but your walls are so warm and so tight he tears up.

“You okay baby? Don’t cry does it hurt?” He shakes his head frantically, god he feels like such a bitch. Or as he’d say, a beta.

“I’m gonna move, I can’t wait anymore, you feel to good.” You clench around him and you feel him twitch inside you at the praise.

With a lift of your hips your, slamming back down on him. You both moan and you begin to set a steady pace. You’re leaning down to catch his lips in a messy kiss. Neither of you even being able to kiss back because of how much you two were moaning.

“Acting all high and mighty hm? L-Look who’s beneath who.” You laugh out and he blushes.

“Fuck, I wanna cum so bad Toge, M’getting tired.” You puff out and now it’s your turn for your eyes to well up in tears at the sheer frustration of wanting your release.

That sight is like a switch for Toge and in a second his hands are on your thighs. He’s sitting up and flipping you under him.

“W-What Toge—ngh!”

You’re not able to process what just happened because he’s setting a brutal pace. His hands have your legs spread as he fucks you like he hates your guts. He’s utterly addicted and pussy whipped. His hips don’t skip a beat and you’re crying—sobbing even. He feels your cunt tightening around him and he stutters.

“So close, please Toge.” You cry, his dick hurts from his previous orgasm but he can’t stop. You’re so warm and wet he doesn’t think he can ever stop. Squelching is heard throughout your room and your bed creaking, you both are trying so hard not to let your noises be heard. Toge doesn’t let up and he drops a hand to your clit, rubbing it messily.

That’s just enough to have your back arching off the bed, as you convulse around him. Toges hand grabs the small of your back, fucking you through your high. You pull him into a kiss by his hair as you moan into his mouth. With a few more thrusts and whimpers and whines into your mouth he’s pumping you full of his seed. The both of you pant in to each others mouth, his hips slowing down as you both come down from your intense highs.

Toge’s arms sneak under your back pulling you flush against him. His head rests on your breasts as he tries to calm down his breathing. You’re doing the same as you slide a hand into his slightly damp hair. You both were covered with sweat and when pulls out you wince at the feeling of his seed spilling out of you.

“Toge, can you wipe me.” You rasp out and he lets out a noise, standing abruptly.

However his knees buckle not realizing how shaky they were. Yet he stills grabs his shirt, lightly cleaning you. Once he’s done he’s sliding in to your bed, pulling you flush against him. You both are so tired but you had a little energy to speak to him.

“I love you Toge, that was amazing.” You giggle into his neck and he smiles dumbly, rubbing your back. His nose nudges along your ear, his lips brushing across them as well.

“I love you too.” He whispers, sending shivers down your spine.

The both of you drifting off in each other arms. You were gonna have so much fun teasing him about this tomorrow.

He wasn’t wrong though, his hips did not lie.

© yuiiiriii

[nanamiskentos]

UNADULTERATED LOATHING ! ☓. ── ( 五条 悟, gojo satoru )

⌗ dazzling starlet, bardot reincarnatе. well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist ? you have an effect on gojo satoru, and he tells you that it's pure, unadulterated loathing. but why does his heart say otherwise?

ᯓ starring ─ ﹙ 五条 悟 : gojo satoru ﹚ ─ the strongest x reader

𝓳𝓳𝓴. ㅤ﹑ ( 呪術廻戦 x afab!reader )  ─── ❛ cw ⌓. sfw. wicked!au. enemies to lovers, gojo is SO in love, mutual pining, this is just a one-shot, like a quick snippet. wc ⌓. 2k.

𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 ( author says ) i finally watched wicked and i was listening to olivia rodrigo's lacy

you push through the doors of your long awaited assigned dormitory, already dreaming of the quiet solitude that's ready for you. that blissful moment when you can drop your bags, sink into the comfort of your room, and finally crack open that hefty book in your bag.

but the moment that you step aside, that dream dies a swift and unceremonious death. this room is a disaster. a veritable storm of pale blue, navy, and stark white sprawls across every available surface that the eye can take in. clothes draped over chairs, video game casings cracked open at odd angles, and half-finished letters abandoned in precarious piles. there's even a pair of sunglasses littered on the floor, so very close to polished tips of your new boots.

you just inhale sharply, already bracing yourself for the worst as you round the heavy trunk that blocks your path. only to collide, at full, devastating force into a solid, broad chest.

a firm plane of muscle that belongs to none other than the golden boy, gojo satoru.

and god, how your head snaps up in horror. his ever-present sunglasses are pushed up to his white hair, exposing a pair of sharp and wary eyes. bright and assessing, and currently locked onto you as if your very presence is the final act of some awful cosmic joke.

for a long and weighty moment, neither of you speak. there's a realisation settling between the two of you like a stone dropped into deep water. the administration truly did not make a mistake, gojo satoru was your new roommate.

"do you really think this is fair?" you ask, voice a tad weaker than you had hoped.

gojo just exhales through his nose, as if he's suffering through tragedies untold, "i do not." but his voice is melodic, smooth, as he straightens his spine so the very uppermost tufts of his snowy hair brush the ceiling, "as i was promised a private suite. but thanks for asking."

your eyes fall back skywards, stepping past him to assess your new surrounding. manoeuvring carefully through this...mess. gojo, for his part, seems content to move aside and keep his distance. he's just watching you in the large, oaken vanity, fiddling with his already-perfect hair.

casual, far too casual. he's suspicious, you realise. which, considering your mutual dislike, is quite fair.

still, it seems as though he's eager to make a show of his generosity. gojo's leaning away from the mirror, "i saved you some space, by the way." gesturing a long limb towards the farthest, least appealing corner of the room, where a diminutive daybed sits awkwardly beside a tiny, lopsided table with exactly one draw. your eyes fall on gojo's own bed, a rather ornate and gilded piece with curtans. ugh, what a diva.

gojo somehow must be mistaking your stony grimace for gratitude, for he's smiling. all beatific and cherubic, as though he's a saint sent down from the heavens above, "it was nothing. roommates do these things for each other, after all."

your eyes meet jewel-blue, still watching as gojo basks in your silent outrage. he's stretching his arms out luxuriously, kicking up his own boots onto a plush, cornflower blue ottoman.

you're going to strangle gojo satoru in his sleep. but had you not turned away from the walking waste of oxygen, you might have noticed the sudden, red flush that plastered itself onto gojo's alabaster skin — crawling up his neck until it tickled at his ears.

the room is now steeped in candlelight, the soft glow of gojo's lamp casting a cool, blue hue over everything. shadows flicker along the walls, elongating the handsome angles of his face as he lounges at his desk, twirling a navy feather-quill between his fingers. the fine parchment before him still lays untouched, for his gaze keeps drifting to you.

you, curled up on your far end of the room on your bed, bathed in the tired amber glow of your own lamp. gojo just watches as you're lost in your own careful strokes of ink on dry parchment. and he hates to admit it, loathes to even bestow upon you this grace, but he's fascinated by the sight of you — the most brilliant (if odd) peer in this damn cohort.

you write the way people pray, head bowed and utterly absorbed as each word is something sacred. your lashes cast long shadows on your cheeks, and gojo just gnaws at the soft flesh in his own mouth. enraptured by the parting of your lips lost in thought.

gojo satoru has seen beautiful things before, no-one raised in the illustrious gojo clan hasn't, but this is something else. something he can't quite name, and he fears that he hates you for the hold you have over him.

"to whom it may concern at the ol' gojo clan. guess what?" gojo finally begins, scrawling the words onto his letters without much thought. pretending to make a big show of tapping his chin, kicking back against his bed.

but across the room, you're so, so adamant to barely acknowledge gojo. forgoing his desire for constant attention to be rather focused on your own letter to home, "my dear father. thank you for agreeting to let me stay."

gojo's exhaling dramatically, head lolling back onto his tired neck, "i can't hear your guesses because this is a letter. so i'll just tell you."

silence stretches between the two of you, filled only by the faint rustling of paper, and the distant sound of laughter from the courtyard below. gojo's fingers tap out a restless rhythm against the wood of his bedside table. you're still refusing to acknowledge him, still wrapped up in your letter, and gojo — who has spent his entire life commanding love and affection, expecting it, feels something like irritation curl in his chest. or maybe it's something else entirely.

he tries again, and unbeknownst to the lovestruck gojo, you're penning the exact same words on your own letters.

"there's been some confusion over rooming here at school."

you're suddenly glancing over at him, and gojo bites his heavy tongue at the flicker of exasperation flashing through your eyes. watching as you sigh, and shake your head, "but of course," you scrawl, "i'll focus on my studies."

gojo's lips twitch, "but of course, i'll rise above it."

it seems that neither of you are aware that you are both writing in tandem now, so very synchronised as gojo dips his quill lazily into that half-empty ink pot, "for i know that's how you'd want me to respond."

gojo watches from you from behind the rim of his sunglasses, shameless in his greed for the sight of you, and utterly fascinated. the delicate furrow of your brow, the way your fingers tap absently against the desk when you pause to think. he knows people. he understands them.

but you? you are a riddle wrapped in something unfairly lovely, a puzzle he isn't even sure he's able to solve, because maybe knowing would make the mystery less intoxicating. gojo briefly wonders why he feels as though he's about to hurl.

"yes, there's been some confusion, for you see, my roommate is..."

gojo pauses, contemplating, for how does one describe you? how does anyone categorise something so strangely, annoyingly captivating?

you are contradictions woven into the shape of a person. sharp and soft, cold and brilliant, distant but so alive. he wants to say infuriating or prickly or entirely too self-serious, but none of those words quite capture the way that gojo's world seems to tilt slightly whenever you shoot him that unimpressed look.

"unusually and exceedingly peculiar, and altogether quite impossible to describe."

but you? you have very little hesitation. your quill barely lingering before you hastily scribble away, "blonde."

scratching the quill against the cheap parchment in a single stroke, amending yourself, "or rather, silver-haired and silver-tongued. yet, all too lacking for wit or decency."

and so you gently blow on the drying ink, neatly creasing the letter as you do your best not to meet gojo satoru's eyes. isn't he just too much? too loud, too arrogant, too sure of himself?

gojo satoru walks into a room as though it belongs to him, like the air bends around him and gravity itself is an afterthought to the heir of the gojo clan.

and god, you hate the way that your eyes must betray you first, catching on the sharp lines of his jaw or the effortless sway of his posture. the way his silver-white hair falls perfectly, no matter how carelessly he runs a hand through it. you hate, truly loathe the way gojo tilts his head when he's pretending to listen, or the way pink lips curl when he's about to say something that will drive you absolutely nuts.

you tell yourself that you find him irritating, not intoxicating. that you're unmoved, not entranced. that you don't notice the absurd prettiness of the school's golden boy, that annoyingly, careless confidence and the way he seems to puncture the air out of your lungs.

gojo's snowy head jerks, as though he can hear your thoughts. eyes narrowing behind dark lenses as he folds his own letter and tucks it into the pocket of his uniform jacket. you just school your features, and shoot him a seething look as though you did not just spend the last five minutes memorising every single detail of his face.

it's just loathing. pure, unadulterated loathing.

[bwabys-scenarios]

Hello dear! How are you? Could you please do Perv! Chrollo if it's not too much trouble? I haven't seen much Perv Chrollo content out there, and I'd love to see that in your writing! You can ignore it if you want, have a nice day ♡ (Sorry if it seemed confusing, English is not my first language ☠️)

His pretty girl

Perv!Chrollo x Fem!Reader

warnings: perv behavior, panting stealing, reader is mentioned to be chubby, excessive gift giving, somno, dubcon, reader is innocent and naive, breeding kink, pregnancy, bit of Yandere chrollo if you squint, Chrollo calls you princess/angel/goddess, minor manga spoilers about Shalnark

A/N: not the biggest chrollo fan but him being head over heels in love and just a big softy with his lover does do something for me.

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Unlike most pervs, Chrollo is much sneakier with his perversion. You won’t catch him sniffing your panties or jacking off to pictures of your cute face… but you will find pairs of your panties covered in his cum in your dresser, and lots of pictures of you saved on his phone if you go looking.

Chrollo absolutely adores you, he enjoys seeing you blush and stutter when you find a particularly nasty love letter stuffed into your mailbox, or those pair of missing lacy panties folded neatly on your bed, with strange stains on them.

He first fell for you when Shalnark introduced him to you. You met Shal through the Hunter exam years ago, though you didn’t pass. Regardless, the two of you stayed good friends, with Shal making sure you stayed safe while under his care.

But Shalnark was quick to back off the second Chrollo showed interest in you. You were just too cute, with your chubby frame and pretty face. Chrollo had never really put much thought into his sexual preferences, but seeing your plump ass and fat tits was enough to awaken something… sinful in him.

After that first meeting, you started receiving little gifts from him. At first, they were just pretty trinkets that Chrollo found on his missions, but as his obsession and adoration for you grew, those little trinkets because expensive dresses and luxurious jewelry.

At first you thought it was just him being generous with you, considering your living situation wasn’t the best. You were very appreciative, your cheeks heating up and your voice small when he smiled sweetly after you thanked him.

But over time, strange things started happening that you just couldn’t explain!

Your windows would be open in the morning when you were sure you closed them last night… and what was that sticky stuff on your face?

Chrollo had gotten into the habit of breaking in to watch you sleep. In the beginning, it was because he felt such intense love and care for you that he just couldn’t bear the thought of you getting harmed in your most vulnerable state!

He’d sit at the edge of your bed, reading a book while gently stroking your cheek. It was cute, you seemed so content and happy in your sleep when he was with you. It made his heart soar thinking that maybe, just maybe he had something to do with it.

But soon those soft and innocent intentions shifted when he noticed how… revealing your pajamas were sometimes. Those flimsy little shorts and the fact he could see your nipples through your thin white tanktop had his cock straining against his pants.

You always looked so soft and peaceful, something he wanted to protect and cherish. You were the only person linking him to the normal world, where your biggest problems were paying rent on time and figuring out what to eat for dinner, while his were trying to keep his friends from dying and which heist he should plan next.

You lived in a completely different world than him, and that was some of the appeal. Chrollo had never lived a normal life, but with you, he could have some shred of normalcy. He could marry you, make you his sweet little wife and live out the rest of his days keeping you happy and safe.

But… deep down Chrollo knew this was next to impossible. He was a wanted criminal, with more enemies than he could care to remember.

He still liked to imagine it, though. You, sitting in a rocking chair your swollen belly, carrying his child. He’d come home from a heist, carry you upstairs and ravish you, making sure to be extra careful with your delicate body.

Chrollo stroked his cock to this thought, his tip gently pressed against your lips as you slept. He’d done this exact things countless times… he hadn’t been expecting you to wake up right as he buckled his pants after cumming on your lips.

“… Chrollo?”

You rubbed your sleepy eyes, then wiped at your mouth, grimacing. Did you drool in your sleep? It was too dark to make out what was on your hand… but there was just enough light to see your friend Chrollo standing there, peering down at you with a slightly surprised expression.

He quickly took on his usual calm, charming facade. “Hello, (Name). Shal asked me to come watch over you. Apparently there’s been a few break ins in town that got both him and I worried for you.”

It was all lies, but something he loved about (Name) was her naïveté. You smiled sweetly, your cheeks heating up. “Really? You came to make sure I was okay?”

Chrollo nodded, setting his book on your nightstand before sitting at the edge of your bed. “Of course… I don’t think you understand just how much you mean to me, (Name).”

You didn’t have time to react, he was already leaning closer to you. His eyes were captivating in the moonlight, reflecting the light and shining like jewels.

“You’re divine, (Name), like an angel sent from Heaven just for me.”

He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lip. “I want you, more than anything.”

Hearing this from a handsome man like Chrollo felt unreal. He wanted you of all people? It was hard to believe.

As if sensing your hesitancy, Chrollo tilted up your chin. “Do you want me to show you?”

Before you could answer, his lips met yours. He had been holding back for so long, he needed this, he needed you. You were always so sweet to him, making sure he was eating well and even coming to visit him when you could. How could he ever ask for anything more than you?

It wasn’t long before his tongue entered your mouth and his hands slipped under your shirt to grab at your perky, plump tits. You whines softly into his mouth as his thumbs ran over your sensitive nipples.

“Like that, princess?”

He gave them a soft pinch, biting down on your lip as he moved one hand to your shorts. He didn’t both with taking them off, he ripped them and pinned you down, one hand pinning your wrists and the other unbuckling his pants.

“My darling…”

His eyes settled on your pretty cunt, wet and glistening in the moonlight. Chrollo had a few one nights stands in the past, but he never felt like this before. Your pussy, all wet and ready for him was enough to have him groaning into your neck as his cock sunk into your warm heat.

He grabbed onto your hips, his fingers sinking into the soft fat. You were so cute, tears pooling down your cheeks as you blubbered incoherently, too fucked out to speak. He leaned forward and kissed those soft lips of yours, so soft and gentle with his little angel.

“Shh, just take me okay? Fuck, you’re divine, my angel, my goddess…”

With one leg over his shoulder as he pressed your bodies together, Chrollo fucked into you. He tried his best to restrain himself, but god you looked way too pretty when you came around his cock for the third time.

You clung to him for comfort and some sort of stability as he mercilessly pounded your sensitive cunt. “Pretty, god you’re just gorgeous, my sweet girl…”

By the end of the night, you were too exhausted to even speak, your pussy full of his seed. He held you now, cooing softly as he peppered kisses along your cheeks and jaw. “Did so well, such a good girl…”

From then on Chrollo’s obsession with you would only deepen. He’d marked you up, leaving love bites all over your neck and chest. You were his, and he’d make sure everyone knew that.

It wasn’t long before he had moved you away, somewhere you could be together and also under the radar. After Shalnark’s death, he became a bit paranoid that Hisoka would come after you next.

So now there you were, belly swollen with his child as he held you in his lap, his palm resting on your baby bump.

Chrollo had you, and although it wasn’t quite the life he had expected, he was still happy with it. You were here with him, carrying his baby and unable to get a way, even if you wanted to.

And that was enough for him.

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warnings. sex worker!reader, fingering, slight breath play, squirting. mdni (17+).

boyfriend!choso has always been supportive of everything you’ve done and that includes you and your onlyfans account. he’s even subscribed to you.

that’s exactly why choso is helping you film a video today. you’re sat in between his thick thighs with a red lingerie set on facing the mirror in front of you with the phone set up, recording you and choso’s reflection in the mirror which you’ll edit out later.

choso’s hands caress the sides of your body, coming up to massage your boobs and giving them a nice squeeze. he tugs the lacy material down to reveal your tits, groping them gently as you sigh and relax further into his chest.

one hand stays on your breast as the other travels down south. he rubs your inner thigh, slowly inching closer to your awaiting core, building up the anticipation. his fingers lightly tease your clit over your panties and a whimper falls from your pretty lips.

per your idea, choso’s hand parts from your breast and reaches over next to him to grab the pair of scissors, cutting both sides of your panties and letting the material fall down between your legs, putting your pussy on full display.

he makes you cum the first time by playing with your clit and you’re a withering mess against his hard chest. a firm slap lands on your sensitive nub and you squeal, your body flinching slightly before a small grin pulls at the sides of your mouth.

choso takes his hand away from your pussy, giving you a minute to breathe before he continues playing with you. when you give him the subtle signal from you that you’re ready to continue, he moves down to tease your clit again before letting his fingers trail down more. two fingers circle around your entrance, dipping them inside to collect your sticky essence. he brings his hand up and spreads his fingers apart, showing off your wetness for the camera.

both his long, meaty fingers slip inside you at the same time and you suck in a shaky breath. his fingers scissor inside you, stretching you out while simultaneously curling them inside you at the same time. the raunchy noises of your wet pussy bounce off the walls and fill the room, mixing with your sweet sounds of pleasure. his fingers rub against that sweet spot inside you with each thrust and it’s got you rocking your hips against his fingers, chasing after that second orgasm that’s about to make its appearance.

choso’s palm rubs against your clit as he pleasures you, adding onto the delicious feeling and your moans increase in volume and intensity. he pinches your nipple between his thumb and index finger before his hand moves up to your neck, wrapping around it and applying pressure to the sides.

each breath starts to come in more shallow than the last as you get closer. your eyes squeeze together and your mouth falls open in the shape of the letter ‘o’. your head rolls back onto choso’s chest right before you cum.

a high pitched moan leaves your mouth and you place a hand on top of choso’s, he quickly pulls his soaked fingers out of you and a second later a clear fluid shoots up from between your legs as you squirt.

choso holds your shaking form against him as you calm down from your high. once your breathing steadies, he spreads your lips wide open to give the camera one last good look at your messy cunt. he brings his fingers up to your mouth and you wrap your glossy lips around them obediently to taste yourself.

after posting the video, you check the interactions a couple hours later and you’re pleasantly surprised by the comments. you can’t help but crack a smile at how a handful of comments are talking about your boyfriend’s arms or complimenting his tats.

maybe this is your sign to have choso help you out with more content.

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