#the shiny turtleneck

[flaxygo]

My take on how Harry and Kim would look in gender-swap au

huh

[annoyingttt]

Today I wanna introduce to you my silly Daneel toy

[shinysamurott9]

Yeah I went and did it, and ngl I really like how the Wicke's outfit looks on her

[nikki-tine]

Have a Sparky with a quarter of a nest's worth of Joltik!

Dude's a bit of a lightning-rod for electric-type Pokemon thanks to his Double Charge (x2 Electricity, x1 Ice = yes he's gonna be bombarded lol), ESPECIALLY with Joltik perhaps because of his own shiny Joltik (Vi) squeaking the good word!

[denim-bias]

[devdas5z]

Lili Reinhart

[mokutone]

@egregiousderp replied to your post “sorry no post today (yesterday?) its been VERY...”:

I TRUST YOU IN THE HANDS OF THAT DOCTOR. GODSPEED.

hes got me playing racquetball :)

[ares857]

internet find

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[jrueships]

gay

anyways happy birthday jg 😎

[kazumasougi]

oh so NOW i can change the chest armor appearance. why was that missing before LMAO

[shinyhotties]

Nikita Princess Fatale - Cute Sandy.

[evnseokz]

{ ☆ prada jungwon }

pairing: idol! jungwon x f. reader

contents: masturbation, sexting, cum play if you squint, soft-dom! jungwon, needy! reader, p in v, protected sex, kissing, making out, slight overstimulation, aftercare & fluff at the end <33

synopsis: idol jungwon who’s gone most of the night looking absolutely DELICIOUS at the prada event so you send some risky texts because he looks so hot you’re getting turned on. this leads to him coming home and fucking you.

i enjoyed writing this i hope you guys enjoy reading it ^_^ (w.c. 1.7k)

you and jungwon had been together for awhile now, so you were used to his hectic schedule and him being gone late at night or all night long. this doesn’t mean it sucked any less having him away from you so often. jungwon had only been home for two days before he had to turn around and spend practically all day at some prada event. it was nearing 10pm and jungwon had already been gone for hours. you kept seeing photos of him popping up on your feed and he looked so good.

his hair has been styled in an edward cullen esque fashion, exposed forehead and hair quiffed messily. a sleek black turtleneck sitting snug on his toned body, the sleeves rolled up exposing his forearms. black slacks and belt to match. he looked so fucking hot. and he was out having fun, looking so good, and here you were sitting in your shared bed chewing on your lip as you watched clips of your boyfriend walking around the prada store. there was one video in particular you couldn’t take your eyes away from, a short five second video that had your thighs clenching and heat starting to pool between your legs. he was just trying on some sunglasses, something completely innocent but he looked. so. damn. good. and in this moment all you wanted was his cock nestled inside of you as he fucked you silly.

with your phone in one hand, your free hand falls to the waistband of your shorts, dipping inside to apply pressure to your clothed heat. you hum lightly at the feeling, bringing your hand back up to slip past your underwear and directly onto your heat. you start moving your fingers slowly, paying extra attention to your clit. quiet moans start slipping past your lips and you begin to crave more. you remove your hand from your bottoms just long enough to shimmy them down and off of your legs. you spread your legs wider, not being constricted by the fabric of your shorts anymore. your hand dips back down, fingers circling over your drenched hole, you slide one finger in, slowly pumping it in and out of yourself, moans starting to pick up in volume as you imagine your boyfriends fingers in place of yours. your eyes are squeezed shut as your finger move’s expertly in and out of you. you add in a second finger, the stretch feeling so good but still not as good as when it’s your boyfriends fingers instead. your body begins to shudder every so often, your high getting close. you decide to remove your fingers from your hole, and move them up to your aching clit. rubbing circles as your whole body begins to shake, moans tumbling out of your mouth as your orgasm hits. your fingers begin to slow down as you ride out your high, still panting from the initial hit.

as your orgasm finishes, an idea pops into your head. you grab your phone off the bed, it sitting face down next to you as it had fallen from your hand at some point. you open your messages app and pull up jungwons contact. you press the camera icon, opening up the application. you take your other hand a slide it up your heat, collecting your juices. your body jolts slightly, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. you angle the phone to where you can see your bottom half in the screen, fingers resting on your mound. you hit the record button, showing off your shiny, wet pussy. then spending some time showing off your slick that’s on your fingers, slightly separating them to see a string of slick attached between the two. you angle to phone up to your face, bringing your other hand up at the same time. and you place your fingers in your mouth suckling on them slightly, then removing them with a pop. you press end video, watching your masterpiece before sending it to jungwon.

y/n: [attachment: 1 video]

y/n: i need you so badly right now wonie

you send an extra message with it, anxiety and excitement coursing through your veins as you watch the screen intently. waiting for his response. your eyes scan the screen nervously, finally seeing the small words “read 10:12pm” appear underneath your message. you chew on your lip nervously awaiting his response. you see three dots pop up indicating he is typing, then they go away, and for a moment, nothing. they finally pop up again after what feels like an eternity, and a message follows shortly there after.

won: i’ll be there shortly.

heat rises to your cheeks as you read the message. you weren’t expecting him to drop everything to come back home just because of your message. you lock your phone and wait in anticipation. about 20 minutes go by, and you finally hear the front door unlocking, opening and then closing. you feel as though all your senses are heightened. hearing every small noise made and feeling every vibration in the house. you see your boyfriends shadow appear at the door, causing you to look up and see him standing there, leaning against the doorframe. looking even sexier than he did in the videos.

“you could’ve gotten me in trouble y/n, what if my manager or one of the members had seen that?” he starts off with a light scolding before making his way over to you. your lip finds its way back under your teeth as you analyze his every move. you’re still sitting against the headboard, pantless, knees tucked to your chest slightly. he stops in front of you, towering over your sitting figure, and grabs your chin forcing you to look up at him. he takes your bottom lip under his thumb, pulling it from between your teeth, before lightly swiping it across the skin of your lip. he moves his hand to your cheek, caressing it slightly as you lean into his touch. “you’re so responsive, you really are needy for me huh?” he says. you nod eagerly, he leans down connecting his lips to yours in a kiss.

the kiss started off slow but picked up fairly quickly. before you knew it, your tongues were fighting for dominance and jungwon was leaning over top of you, at some point you ending up on your back. he broke from the kiss to trail kisses down your neck and the exposed parts of your collar bones. his fingers make their way to the hem of your shirt, “lets take this off yeah?” he says, you give him a nod, allowing him to remove your shirt from your body. his eyes immediately raking over your bare chest. “no bra? you planned this didn’t you?” he chuckles slightly. the hardness to his voice sending shockwaves straight to your core. “i-i didn’t… you just looked so good tonight won” you reply. he shakes his head at you, still chuckling slightly. he leans up off of you to rid himself of his own clothes. you rake your eyes down his entire body, mouth watering slightly at the sight of his hard cock.

he digs through the drawer of the nightstand to pull out a condom. quickly opening it and sliding it on his length. “i assume i don’t need to prep you as it seems you already did that yourself” he raises his eyebrow at you, and you nod shyly, heat rushing to you cheeks. he leans back over you, aligning his cock with your entrance, and slowly pushing inside you. you moan loudly, the feeling of him stretching you being absolutely euphoric. he groans slightly at the feeling of his cock being squeezed so well by your tight cunt. eyes squeezing shut as his head rolls back before coming around to face you again. his arms are planted on either side of you, your hands gripping his biceps, nails digging in slightly as he starts to move.

his thrusts pick up speed fairly quickly, and pretty soon you both are a moaning mess. jungwon taking time to lean down and kiss you ever so often, whispering praises in your ear about how well you’re taking him. his head falls into the crook of your neck, your arms wrapped around him as you hold him close. he’s still fucking into your cunt, his pace never faltering. he feels you start clenching around him signaling that your getting close, he brings his head up from your neck to pepper kisses on your face, before landing on your lips. he kisses you passionately, one of his hands traveling down to your heat, and rubbing circles on your clit as he thrusts into you. you moan into the kiss, panting ever so slightly at the same time.

you feel your muscles begin to tighten and everything starts to feel too good, and before you know it your orgasm comes crashing down on you. legs shaking, and moans spilling past your lips. jungwon continues to thrust into you, chasing his own high while helping you ride out yours. you begin to feel overstimulated as his thrusts get sloppier, his own high about to hit. “s’ t-too much wonie” you cry out, fingers raking down his back. “be a good girl and take it” he says back to you. his hips finally start to stutter as he cums, his seed filling up the condom. his thrusts finally slow, and you can finally catch your breath. his pulls his cock out of you, and you whine at the loss of fullness, clenching around nothing.

jungwon peels the condom off, tying it before throwing it away. he throws his underwear back on and goes to the bathroom briefly enough to grab a towel. he makes his way back over to you, sitting next to you on the bed, parting your legs enough to clean up the mess you guys had made. your body shudders slightly, sensitivity still evident. he tosses the towel into the hamper, and opens a drawer to your dresser, grabbing you a fresh pair of underwear. he slides them onto you, grabbing your shirt and shorts, and putting them onto you next. he climbs back into the bed next to you, laying down and wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you close as you nestle your head into his chest. he caresses your head, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“thank you for coming home for me wonie” you smile up at him. he smiles back, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “you’re welcome sweetheart, this was way better than that after party anyways.”

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[peachsayshi]

// brutally soft // II. 

baby daddy!sukuna x reader 

tags: non curse au; fluff; tension; reader and sukuna are co-parents; girl dad sukuna; mentions troubled past with sukuna; alludes to significant size different; sukuna being extremely soft | wc: x | read this for more context & this

note: you and sukuna attend your daughter's winter performance at school

dni if your blog is blank / ageless / or are a minor

your lips part, eyes widening as the crisp air stings the tip of your nose.

you take sukuna in - his tall body leaning against the pillar of the kindergarten in an outfit that's far too sharp than anything you've ever seen him in.

an overcoat, pressed matching colored slacks, a leather belt with a shiny silver buckle, polished loafers and a dark charcoal turtleneck hugging all the muscle he carries. the all black attire highlights his fiery hair and silver piercings glittering underneath the warm light. he has one hand in his pocket, the other flicking through his phone screen.

your heart hammers. the space between your leg pulses.

he looks so good.

you step forward, the heel of your boot climbing up the concrete stairs. he looks up when he hears you approaching, and stands upright to greet you with a warm smile. "hey," he states calmly, berry tinted irises tracking down your body to subtly check you out.

"hi," you reply, but it comes out as a breathy whisper. sukuna rarely ever dressed up like this. he was a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy. he owned one denim and one leather jacket. he loved worn band tees, gym attire and cut out shirts. he hated spending money on clothes because he found it "frivolous" and instead would blow it on his motorbike, booze, and weed. he rented a suit once and complained the entire time. but this...

"you look," you stammered, unable to ignore the slight spark that ignited between the space where you both stood. "you look really good, ryo..."

he runs his hand over his freshly trimmed undercut, the scent of oak moss and wood wafting across your nose and making you picture an evergreen forest.

"thanks," he murmurs with a slight pout, his face falling into an honest expression of uncertainty. "I thought I overdid it a little..." "not at all, you look…fantastic…” you answer with a shake of your head and a firm word of reassurance. "this shit cost me an arm and a leg, but I had nothing else to wear tonight..." he huffed, before relaxing his stance. "glad it paid off at least" you furrow your brows softly, "you bought all this for her play?" a hint of pink kisses sukuna's cheeks and he averts his eyes shyly. "yeah, the brat keeps complaining about my scary clothes and shit..." your heart melts over the gesture.

when you think about how much sukuna cares for your daughter, how much he wants to prove to her and everyone else around him that he does, in fact, take his role as a father seriously, it makes you immensely proud of him.

you've seen the growth in the man.

the sukuna you knew five years ago and the man standing before you now were two completely different people.

and that fact messes with your head.

you swore to yourself that you would never take him back.

that you would never give him a second chance.

"anyway, shall we head inside? the show is about to start in fifteen minutes..." he interjects, cutting your thoughts abruptly before you even have a chance to tell him anything else.

you nod your head, and he casually places his palm against the small of your back to lead you inside.

the parents were cramped in the auditorium, the steel fold out chairs were uncomfortably cold but even more so for your former ex lover who was struggling to find a position for his large physique. after watching him suffer for a few minutes, you finally offered him your own seat on the aisle to give his legs a bit of breathing room.

"fucking hell, all this money we spend and they can't get some decent chairs in..." he complains and you chuckle as you bump his shoulder into his.

the performance was all about celebrating the seasons of the year and each class from the kindergarten were set to perform a specific season. the first batch of kids started with the spring season, where the kids sang and danced in little floral costumes as they taught the audience in question all about how spring brings abundance and the start of something new. the next scene moved into summer, where the performance transitioned to upbeat tempos as the kids celebrated the warmth that the season brings. the third scene transitoned to fall, where the colors of the set morphed into earth tones as the kids sang about the celebration of the harvest.

and finally it was the last scene to honor the beauty of the ice, cold winter. the scene where your daughter was performing. you nudge sukuna when you notice him dozing off, and he instantly perks upright to catch the part that he's been waiting for all night.

his face lights up when his daughter scampers onto the stage, dressed as a sparkling little snowflake. you both can see her eyes scanning the crowd, and her face brightens when she finds the two of you.

sukuna leans in to whisper in your ear, "she wanted to wear that from when she woke up this morning..."

"and did you let her?" you prod, teasing him over his softness towards her and knowing full well that she could have easily gotten her way with him.

"hell no. I wasn't going to deal with the mess of all that glitter," he answers back, your voices getting lower as the audience hushes.

the performance starts - your daughter is twirling and moving with confidence. she sings along with the choir and whenever you glance towards sukuna, you find him beaming with pride the entire time.

and then there was her big moment, her solo.

the one she has been going on and on about for weeks.

the spotlight shines on her as she takes center stage, her small hands squeezing into two tight balls as she shifts her weight from one foot to the next.

she's nervous, you can see it and it makes you itch with anticipation. you can't help but tug at sukuna's sleeve subconsciously, but the man responds by naturally taking your hand in his own.

your daughter swallows the lump in her throat, a hint of fear veiling her eyes as she glances to the side of the stage then back to the audience.

her eyes fall to you and sukuna once again, and the man simply meets her focus as he playfully waves his fingers in her direction.

her small hand relaxes, and she gives him a secret wave in return before easing her stance.

your eyes sting with tears at the interaction before she starts to sing.

you're holding your breath the entire time, pride sitting at your throat as you let go of sukuna to pull out your camera to record the entire thing. her confidence unfurls as she carries on her performance, making you think of all the afternoons and evenings she has spent performing her solo in front of you and probably sukuna while at home. by the end she takes a dramatic bow before returning to the rest of her cast.

you pause the video and turn to the man by your side who is applauding louder than everyone else in the room.

he looks at you with nothing but fulfillment.

"that's our girl," he says with a wolfish grin and cheeky wink, only triggering happy tears to fall.

sukuna drapes his arm around you, and you sling your own around his bicep in return, the other wiping away at your cheek. "yeah," you answer with a sniffle, "yeah it is"

for a moment your eyes lock, the two of forgetting your surroundings as the final song ensues.

“thank you for bringing her into my world,” sukuna murmurs, his lips merely inches from yours. but you don’t even pick up on the depth of what his gratitude even means.

you dab away at the dampness on your face. “that girl is your world, ryo” you tease but pause when you notice his face soften as he dips his gaze to your bottom lip.

“you both are.” he clarifies earnestly, but you are too stunned to speak.

he leans forward, and replicates what happened on the sofa just a few months ago by placing a small but innocent kiss on the corner of your lip.

“you both are.”

[dwaekkicidal]

The Library

˚ʚPerv!Emo!Han Jisung x Cutesy!Fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Second part of 'The Incidents' Series; based off of this ask.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 2.3k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: told from his pov, jisung is a huge perv/creep, accidental stimulation (m receiving), (semi)public masturbation (m)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: Italics are Han's thoughts! also the picture is just a reference for the outfit i had in mind :)

The Incidents Masterlist

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

Han wasn’t sure what came over him that first time. He genuinely didn't know when he grew the balls to do such a thing in a public place with his crush not even a foot away— even touching him at one point during it. But as the weeks went on he found himself doing it more and more, to the point where the shame was almost nonexistent from how normal it became for him.

Another thing that became normal was hanging out with the girl outside of class. They even exchanged numbers after the first week. For “studying” purposes. Or whatever lie he told her as an excuse to get her phone number. Part of him was excited, it’s a chance to get to know her better! But the other part of him was dreading the closeness that would ensue. God forbid if she ever found out about what I did..

With that thought lingering around his mind he opens the giant library doors, slipping inside quietly and nodding at the clerk as he walks past. The glasses on his head falter with the nod, but he fixes them in place before fiddling with his chain. He walks to his usual spot in complete silence, not even sparing the packed desks a glance as he focuses on the music in his airpods. Unfortunately for him, this is how he misses a set of eyes that landed him from the moment he walked in.

He also misses the way she interrupts herself from talking to her friends to stare at him wide-eyed, not used to seeing him in anything but an oversized sweater. She looks him up and down in awe, from the glasses that sit on top of his beanie to his black turtleneck that’s decorated with a silver Cuban chain necklace. Then to his long sleeves that are rolled up to his elbows, showing off his watch and shiny rings. “Oh. My. Gosh.” She excuses herself from her friends and gathers her things, running after him.

The boy in question finally makes it to his secluded spot with no extra social interaction and he sets up his study supplies around the table, making sure to put his bag in the empty chair beside him. He looks around, smiling to himself at the lack of people around and the giant window beside him that shows off the cloudy weather. It might be cringe, but fuck do I love this weather. He double-checks his bag for his umbrella and pulls out his laptop. It boots up quickly and he types in the pincode just in time to see a blob of white in the corner of his eye.

“Hannie!!!" He hears it through his music. He turns his head to see you moving towards him with a big smile. Speak of the devil..

He can’t stop his eyes from darting down to her chest, even if he wanted to, and he watches it shake as she prances up to him happily. The girl hugs his arm and looks him up and down again, “You look so good!!” Her right hand detaches from his arm to trace the pattern of his necklace, “I’ve never seen you in anything but a big sweater.. You should dress like this more often!” He flushes at the compliment, looking around nervously because he knows that she never wanders around alone. “T-Thank you.. My friend is having a birthday party later but I wanted to study a little bit before I went..”

Her shiny lips pucker as she continues to shamelessly check him out. He immediately notices that instead of her usual red-pink tint, it's now a light red gloss. “Ooo, that sounds like fun! Can I sit with you? I promise I won’t get in the way!” He watches the pout form on her lips and his gaze shifts up, taking in the full pleading expression and puppy eyes. Their eyes meet and his dick twitches. God damn you. He nods reluctantly, taking one last look around to make sure nobody is near before sitting.

He expects her to take the seat across from him but is shocked as he watches her carefully hang his bag on the back of his chair and take the seat directly beside him. She sets her pink bunny bag on the table and crosses her legs, tilting her head to nosily look at his screen. She smiles and bites her lip to hold back a chuckle at his wallpaper, all black with some depressed emo-lord anime character in the corner. He normally would have flinched at the pure audacity and lack of privacy, but his eyes were too focused on something else.

Who the fuck casually wears thigh highs like those.. and why is her dress so fucking short again?!? He gulps, watching as she stretches and as the dress lifts farther up her thighs. He finds himself in yet another situation where if she opened her thighs even the slightest, he would get a glimpse of her panties. And by whatever god is out there, she actually does. Her legs separate for a moment and she stretches them out too before crossing them again.

His jaw drops slightly and he starts to drool, almost forgetting where he’s at completely. Baby-pink, partially sheer, and lace. I’m going to fucking die.. He discreetly adjusts himself in his pants but is all too nervous this time to do anything more. I know damn well one of her goons is around here somewhere..

He instead revels in the newfound discovery. It only lasts a short while longer due to her speaking up again. She brings up their upcoming project, one that was announced just a few days prior, and confidently asks him to be her partner for it. His eyes widened slightly, I literally just convinced that professor to let me do it alone.. He opens his mouth to respond but is cut off.

“Yo- Who’s this freak?”

Han flinches at the sound of a new voice, a deeper, nasally one that he recognizes all too well. Fucking knew it. He glances over to see one of the shithead frat boys that glues himself to her side in hopes that she’ll fuck him. He stares down at Han with a frown, looking him up and down before turning to the girl.

“That’s not nice, Juwon. This is Hannie! He’s my friend.” Han watches as she turns to the other man. He can’t see her expression but from the annoyed eye roll from him, he can only assume it wasn’t anything good. He hears a faint “Don’t be an ass.” before she turns her back to him and looks at Han with an apologetic smile.

He returns the smile and turns his attention back to his laptop, finally getting some work done as the two of them chat beside him. Han picks up on some words here and there, something about a party next week that his frat is throwing. He faintly picks up on a “plus one” agreement but ultimately pushes it to the back of his head.

He doesn’t get much farther on the document. Instead of focusing on it as he should have, his brain only goes back to those pretty pink panties he got a glimpse of. Eventually, he gives up completely on the work and puts on a youtube video to pretend to watch as he zones out. The two beside him talk for some more time before she shoos him away, teasingly complaining with a “Look! You made me distract Hannie!” and “We were in the middle of something, shoo shoo!”

From the corner of his eye, he watches the boy stare at him angrily for a moment before finally leaving. Once he’s out of sight she turns to Han again, apologizing to him sweetly with those shiny eyes looking up at him. He laughs it off and closes the video, reopening the document to work on his assignment again.

She quietly watches as he finally manages to fill out all the questions, scrolling through her phone while she waits. When he sighs, stretches, and starts to digitally turn in the assignment, she finally places her phone on the table.

He suddenly feels a hand on his thigh. She taps it at first but when he turns to meet her gaze, she rests it flatly across his thigh. “Hannie? About the project, we should meet up at my house tomorrow to work on it.” She smiles and looks up at him. The mere thought of stepping foot into her bedroom has his eye twitching. “Y-Yeah, sure..” Wait. I didn’t even agree to do it with you yet?? 

She pulls his laptop towards her body, leaning in slightly as she creates a new powerpoint document and adds herself to it as a collaborator. While she does so, he lets his gaze fall to her chest. Her cardigan had fallen off her shoulders, giving him the perfect view of her collarbone and upper chest. As she leaned into the screen more, it even gave him a small glimpse of her bra-ridden boobs as her dress fell forward. And they fucking match with the panties?? He subconsciously leans forward, trying to get a look at her nipples-

“There we go!” He jumps and backs away, watching her lean backward and turn to look up at him, “I added myself so we can start the blueprint before you come over.” Oh, I’ll ‘come’ all right. He clears his throat and nods, taking back his laptop so he can pack it away into his bag. He feels her eyes on him but ignores it as best as he can until he runs out of items to pack away.

She looks up at him through her eyelashes, her perfume now flooding his senses as she leans into him more. He sees her lips move, but his eyes can’t choose which thing to focus on and it leads to him completely ignoring what she said. “H-Huh?” In the distraction of her pretty looks and her delicious smell, he almost missed the way her hand returned to his thigh. He did not, however, miss the way her hand slid up his thigh when she leaned in more.

“I asked if you were okay. You look sick again.” She goes on to describe something about how it looks like he has a cold. He would have cared, and he should have! He was going to until she turns her head away to greet a passing friend, causing her hand accidentally slide against his bulge. It's that point that makes him completely lose his sense of morality.

He freezes in place, body all sweaty as he tries to process what is going on. He knows he should have said something, and he honestly tried to! But the only thing that came out of his mouth was a shaky breath almost followed by a moan until he bit his lip harshly. The warmth of her hand seeps through his pants and he can’t help but soak in it. He turns his head to the window, pretending to watch the passing cars as he leans back to lets her hand rest better against his dick.

He only turns back towards her when he hears goodbyes get exchanged. “Oh, Hannie.. You see what I mean?? Now your face is all red!” She leans forward even more and accidentally pushes down more on his dick, making his breath hitch as he closes his eyes tightly. “Y-Yeah but you…. Your h-hand..” He nods his head down at his crotch, not trusting himself to hold back the moan that he feels crawling out of his throat. It was silent after that, but he could tell the exact moment she realized what happened when she gasped.

She remove her hand and her normally sweet, calm voice becomes panicked, “Oh! C-Crap.. I’m so sorry Hannie! I thought that was still your leg..” He clears his throat and adjusts his sitting position with a red face. Eventually not being able to find any comfort, he just stands up and snatches his bag before moving away. “I-I gotta go! I’ll.. text you..?” He says it in a questioning tone but gives her no time to respond as he beelines it for the bathroom, keeping his head down and covering his crotch with his bag the whole way.

He throws the door open and slams it shut, making sure the stalls are empty before locking the main door. The bag with his laptop is almost thrown onto the sink and forgotten about as he unbuttons his pants, pulling down the fabric alongside his boxers. His dick twitches the second it meets the cold bathroom air and he stares down at it in awe. His tip is an angry red and his whole length twitches repeatedly as he recalls the feeling of her hand against it, albeit clothed.

He wraps his hand around himself to relieve some of the pain, squeezing it even more as he starts to jerk off. He’s so riled up from everything that took place in the span of a singular hour so it doesn't take long to build up his orgasm. His mind starts to wander as it usually does: starting with fantasizing about her pretty, glossy lips wrapped around his dick. But this time it quickly changes to the image of her hand wrapped around him. He wonders how soft her hands would be and if they could even fit around his entire width.

Then he’s overwhelmingly reminded of the other events. Her thigh-highs, her bra… her underwear. He moans a little too loudly at the memory that's now engraved in his mind. The sight of the skin there, covered in sheer, baby-pink lace. Fuck. If only she opened her legs a little more. Maybe I could’ve seen her pretty pussy.. He imagines it. Now knowing what the skin down there looks like leaves little to no room for imagination. He can easily guess what her folds would look like, ugh. and that pretty clit..

He throws his head back, legs shaking and stomach squeezing tightly as his hand speeds up. The sound of wet squelching fills the room as he paints ropes, some of it getting onto his hand, but most of it landing on the two-toned floor tiles. He lets out desperate whines towards the ceiling as he continues to cum even more than usual. When he’s finally finished painting the floor he lets shaky breathes leave his lips. His eyes trace the messy pattern on the floor as the sounds of his breathing echo around the bathroom.

He manages to clean himself up and goes to grab napkins to wipe the floor before he realizes that he still has a birthday party to go to. He glances at his watch for a moment and groans when he realizes that he’s going to be late now.

This girl is going to be the death of me.

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All Dolled Up

IDW Megatron x reader

Gender neutral AFAB, reader wears a skirt and a bralette, doll play, Megatron is a big big boy, sub reader, Dom Megatron

You looked up from your Switch when you heard the door of your shared habsuite slide open. Megatron stood there, his imposing silhouette too big to be contained within the doorway.

He slid into the room, his pedes making heavy thumping noises against the metal floor. His red optics drooping in exhaustion and his optic ridges furrowed in agitation. You set your Switch down and sat up to watch your lover move to the chest he had upon his desk.

The hair on your body rose in excitement knowing exactly what Megatron had planned.

He massive servos dug through the various outfits he had for you.

“Come here,” the baritone rumble of his vocalizers vibrated through your body. He turned to you with a servo held out for you to climb into. You eagerly shed your clothing and climbed into his servo fully nude.

After a long day of dealing with Rodimus, as much as he loved the mech, having you be so obedient made everything better. Your soft organic form so warm within his servo, so fragile. You looked up at him like he was your entire universe. It made his spark skip a beat seeing you so trusting and so loving.

Megatron guided you to the desk, letting you step off his servo and stand eagerly next to the chest. He hummed holding up different sets of lingerie up to your body. You maintained your focus on Megatron’s optics as he scrutinized every piece of fabric until finally settling on one.

A purple lace bralette with a floral motif, a high waisted garter belt with straps that clung to crotchless panties and thigh high lace socks.

He carefully guided your body into the lingerie. First he slipped the bralette over your head, adjusting the straps and making sure you were comfortable before guiding your feet into the stockings. His digits glided up your leg worshipping the skin there before he helped you slip on the crotchless panties and clipped them to the garter belt.

Megatron took a step back looking over you with a thoughtful gaze. “Beautiful,” he finally muttered before going back into his chest of clothes.

He pulled out a dress that came to about your mid thigh that had a low cut back and a turtleneck collar. He held the fabric over your body before deciding to move onto a different piece. You obediently stayed still letting the massive gladiator dress you like a doll.

Megatron pulled out another dress this time black with a puritan collar, ruffled sleeves, and a thick frilly petticoat. His optics slid over the dress then to you before guiding you to him with a hum. He unzipped the back of the dress and held it out for you to step in. Using his servos to balance yourself, you slid into the dress nicely letting Megatron guide the sleeves over your arms and reach around to zip the dress up.

You could hear is vents humming in excitement as he dug through more of the clothes looking for shoes. He pulled out a pair of shiny black stilettos for you to wear. You slid your feet into the shoes with Megatron’s help.

You remained still looking up at Megatron expectantly. His gaze softened as he mulled over your form. His perfect little human doll. He again returned to the chest to pull out a box that flipped open to display all sorts of lipsticks, eyeshadows, mascara, and eyeliner.

Megtron stroked your face with his thumb while his index rested under your chin. You pushed your face into his affections earning a soft hum from the mech. His optics scanned your face thoughtfully as he considered what makeup would go best with your outfit.

“Try this one, darling,” Megatron said pointing to a deep reddish purple lipstick. While Megatron liked dressing you himself he also enjoyed watching you do your makeup. Dexterous little hands gripping the tube of lipstick to rub over lips he had tasted time and time again. You beckoned Megatron to come closer and to lower himself which he obeyed.

A deep laughter rumbled through his frame as you used the metal on his chasis as a mirror. You popped the lipstick back into its tube giving your lips a little smack before continuing with your eyeliner and mascara.

Megatron waited patiently letting you use his gunmetal chasis as a mirror. Your little hand pressed against the metal to steady him as you brushed mascara through your eyelashes then finished off your look with a simple winged liner.

You batted your eyelashes up at Megatron as he stroked the top of your head. “You look ravishing,” Megatron murmured. He picked you up with a servo around your waist as he made his way to his berth. Your arms rested overtop his thumb as you stared lovingly up at the former warlord.

He sat down with a huff before swinging his legs up onto the berth and settling with you on his chasis. His servo was held behind you to cradle your much smaller form as you sat.

“Thank you for dressing me up, Megsy,” you purred crawling towards his face plate. You were probably the only person who could get away with calling Megatron such a nickname. “Thank you for indulging me, my love,” Megatron smiled when he felt your hands on his face plate. You kissed the tip of his nose leaving a purple mark where your lips had once been.

You kissed down his faceplate till you reached his dermas. He servo still cupped behind you as if shielding you from the world. His dermas parted as you took his upper lip between your own. Your purple lipstick leaving a smudge as you kissed and sucked at his lip. Megtron’s entire chasis rumbled in an appreciative groan. You spread your legs wider where you sat so your massive lover could feel the mess he was creating. Your bare pussy made contact with Megatron’s metal plating with a soft wet noise. Megatron curled his digits around you as he let out a low moan.

His glossa peeked between his dermas to lick at your lips. You gladly parted your lips letting the large appendage fill your mouth. You moaned sucking on his tongue as he tasted every crevice of your mouth. You leaned back into his servo letting him support the weight of your body.

His tongue slipped from your mouth leaving drool to dribble down your chin. Your lipstick now smudged and warped across your mouth. “So precious,” Megatron praised taking in your messy form. He delighted not only in dolling up his sweet conjux but also tearing them apart until they were nothing but a messy pile of tears and his fluids.

“Lift your skirt,” Megatron ordered.

You did exactly what he asked, gingerly lifting your skirt to reveal your glistening cunt. The pubic hairs along your pussy messy with your slick. “Hm,” Megatron purred running a digit over your arousal. “I’ve trained you so well.” He lifted you onto his open intake with your legs straddling either side of his faceplate. Megatron’s hot breath steaming around your vulva made you gasp and arch your back.

His tongue took a generous lick over your arousal making you whine and drop your skirt to hold onto his face. Megatron’s servos held your hips delicately helping to guide you while you rode his mouth.

Megatron’s dermas wrapped around your pelvis as his tongue dragged from your anus to your clit in a mess of drool. Your entire pelvis area felt hot and humid within Megatron’s intake. His optics were half lidded and entirely focused on your face as you furrowed your eyebrows and panted out his name. You tasted divine on his glossa like a luxurious piece of energon candy. He couldn’t help the moan that vibrated out of his intake and directly onto your pussy. You could practically feel his baritone voice in your bones.

“Meg!” You cried out in a moan. Megtron continued sucking and licked at your bare pussy with your pelvis fully situated in his mouth. He teasingly bit at your lower body letting his teeth graze at your skin. You yelped lurching forward. Megtron took your new position as invitation to shove as much of his tongue as he could into your wet heat. You whined humping back against his tongue feeling your hole stretch to accommodate the wet appendage. He fucked you on his tongue turning you into a wet mess pleading for him to make you cum. Megatron swirled his glossa in your hole soaking up every glistening drop of arousal your body could make. Your hole pulsed deliciously around his tongue. It amazed him to no end how small you were compared to him. Just his tongue filled you more than any human cock could.

His modesty plate released with a hiss as he gripped his spike with his other servo. The red biolights pulsing in delight at the noises you made. You gripped onto Megatron’s faceplate with all your strength wailing his name as you came into his mouth. His tongue didn’t slow down continuing to fuck you through your orgasm. He gripped the base of his spike trying to keep his excitement down as you rode out your high.

You slumped onto his hooked nose holding onto the protruding bridge with both your hands as you panted. Megatron’s tongue slowed before finally pulling out of your wet hole. He took one final suck around your pelvis making you whine before pulling you off of his mouth and back onto his chasis.

Megatron could have overloaded just from the sight of your debauched form slumped against his servo. Your legs spread with your skirt pulled over your knees. Your pelvis and thighs soaked with his drool as some mascara began dripping from the tears in your eyes.

“How do you feel, my love?” Megatron’s baritone voice rumbled your pussy making you squirm. “Fuck,” you panted running your fingers over your soaked slit. The fabric of the crotchless panties were absolutely soaked through from sitting inside Megatron’s intake.

Megatron chuckled as he released his spike from his grip so he could bat away at your fingers. You obeyed spreading your legs further to make room for Megatron’s massive digits.

He ran the cold metal of his index over your slit giving your clit a rough rub. Your whole body jerked trying to get away from the over stimulation but Megatron’s servo kept you in place. He slid his digit down your slit until he found your hole.

“Oh god,” you whined feeling Megatron push his digit into you. “Oh fuck it’s too much!”

Megatron ignored your pleas pushing his digit in until you could reach the first joint. Your head lopped backwards with your mouth agape. Your pussy had never been more full and stretched out than on Megatron’s fingers. Tears sprung from your eyes making your mascara leak down your cheeks in black streaks.

Megatron remained focused on fucking his index into your hole watching how your arousal and his saliva mixed and frothed. He could feel his spike twitching and leaking in neglect. Slowly he removed the servo he used to cradle your spent body allowing you to gently flop onto his chasis with your legs spread and your skirt bunched up to your hips.

Through your blurry vision you could see Megatron reaching for his spike and taking the engorged member into his metallic hand. He was pumping himself in time with how he fucked his digit into you.

“It hurts,” you whined clenching around Megatron.

“You know your safe word,” Megatron scolded. “Until then that’s not my problem.”

You tightened at Megatron’s cruel treatment earning a rumbling chuckle from the mech. “How lucky am I to have such a conjux,” he purred memorizing the squelching wet noises your body made. “Such an obedient hole for me to use.” You bucked your hips into his digit feeling your clit begin throb as the painful overstimulation turned into pleasure once again.

Megatron set a brutal pace fucking you on his digit so hard your whole body moved with it. His gritted his teeth feeling his valve clench in time with your cunt as he fisted his spike with reckless abandon. Your juices leaked around his digit making obscene noises coupled with Megatron’s heavy exvents.

You whined out arching your back and clawing at whatever you could grip onto. You lost feeling in your abdomen as your orgasm hit you once again. A pathetic dribble of squirt leaked from your urethra in a steady stream and onto Megatron’s digit. He cursed while grunting your name as his own overload took him over. Transfluid shot from his spike adding lubricant to his servo as he pulled his member up and down before finally stopping.

Your breathing was heavy as was Megatron’s venting. He slowly pulled his digit out of you marveling at how your greedy hole still clung to him before releasing with a pop. Now throbbing around nothing, your spent pussy gaped in your orgasmic bliss. Megatron remained fixated at how your pussy pulsed for a quick second before licking your release off of his finger.

“You did so well, my love,” Megatron praised while scooping you up with his clean hand. Your body felt boneless and limp as you let Megatron maneuver you how he pleased. He sat you back up onto his chasis with your bare cunt against his metal plating. You moaned at the contact but also winced still sensitive from your orgasm. Megatron ran his servo over his spike once more seeing your mascara leak down your cheeks, your lipstick a mess, and your eyeliner smudged around your eyes. “Now stay just like that,” he groaned rubbing his spike once more to your thoroughly used form. “Perfect.”

“Pretty good night, huh?” Rodimus tried not to laugh behind his servo.

Megatron turned to look at the younger bot with a confused and agitated look. The purple lipstick you had worn still stained his nose and around his intake with more splattered around his neck cables. “If you have something to say then speak clearly, Rodimus,” Megatron grumbled trying to find his place again on his datapad.

“Listen, you’d probably better wash up before Magnus gets here,” Rodimus said putting his hands up in front of him. “You know how he is with PDA.”

Megatron turned his datapad off trying to decipher what Rodimus was saying before turning back to the device and seeing his purple stained reflection staring right back at him. From the looks of it, it was a pretty good night indeed.

[suzukiblu]

Thank-you sentences for Derpsheep; obligatory sugar baby Kon. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Friday comes, and Tim may or may not be wearing his best non-funerary/non-gala slacks and also have bought a new button-down shirt and still feel like he’s not trying hard enough. More importantly, though, he’s brought a gift bag with a little box of macadamia chocolates from a Hawaiian company, a very expensive sapphire bracelet with a matching stud earring, and, also, one possibly dumb and ridiculous thing that Kon might think is stupid, but, well . . . 

It won’t wilt while they’re at dinner, at least, Tim figures. 

He arrives at the corner he’s supposed to meet Kon on fifteen minutes early and catches a glimpse of the other crossing the street towards him less than five minutes later. Tim makes a mental note to start showing up earlier himself, if that’s gonna be a habit. He doesn’t want Kon to end up standing around feeling awkward or like he’s left him hanging. 

Kon’s wearing shiny black boots and a long, loose red wool coat over those life-ruining strap-wrapped black leather pants and a thin gold necklace with a very tight dark gray turtleneck that Tim happens to know is sleeveless, because it’s something Tim bought him. Actually, it’s all something Tim bought him, so he guesses Kon didn’t spend his allowance on a date night outfit after all. Well, that’s fine, it’s not like– 

“Hey there, daddy,” Kon greets with a broad grin as he steps up onto the curb in front of him, and Tim tries to get over the existence of today’s eyeliner, which is both gold and winged, but absolutely does not and can not. Jesus. Just–Jesus. Also, there’s nail polish again, which is mostly red, but tipped with gold like a French manicure would be. And not professionally done, which means Kon almost definitely did it himself, so–

Then he actually registers what Kon just called him, live and in-person with his actual voice, and nearly just keels over dead right there. 

Oh god. 

“Hey, baby,” he manages with a smile, though it takes all his undercover training to sound normal about it. Then he thrusts the gift bag at him, trying not to panic. 

Kon turns pink and grins at him. 

He should’ve gotten him the ruby jewelry set, Tim thinks vaguely, feeling like he’s about to fall off the planet. It’d match the outfit better. 

“Hey,” Kon repeats happily, for some reason, then belatedly seems to notice the gift bag and peers down at it. Tim wonders what he was blushing over, if he didn't notice the gift. “Um–what’s this?” 

“It’s for you,” Tim says matter-of-factly, because he still very much needs and wants Kon in the habit of accepting things from him. 

“You didn’t have to, man,” Kon says, a brief flash of shy self-consciousness crossing his face. He takes the bag, though, so Tim’s going to call it a win. 

“I wanted to,” he says, and Kon turns even redder and grins wider, ducking his head. That still doesn’t actually hide his face from Tim–if anything, in fact, it just gives him a better view of it–but Tim is still definitely not going to be telling him that. 

“Can I open it?” Kon asks, biting his lip as he tugs at a corner of the tissue paper filling the bag. 

“Of course,” Tim says. “It’s yours. Do whatever you want with it.” 

Kon laughs sheepishly, shakes his head, and then leans down and presses a kiss against the corner of his mouth. Tim boils alive. Like. Just a little. Then Kon straightens back up and gives him another grin before looking back down to the bag and digging into it.