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·:*šàŒș â±âźâ± Gojo Satoru x f!reader â±âźâ± àŒ»Âš*:·
100 FOLLOWER MILESTONE CELEBRATION â°
>fanart_credit: _3aem (via_twitter)
MDNI 18+
>word_count: 7293
>contents: slight crack (itâs a gojo fic what do u expect), established relationship, fake engagements, excessive use of âfiancĂ©/fiancĂ©eâ, satoru is DOWN BAD like ultra simp 3000 levels, kiiinda rich boy!gojo but like barely, gojo calls you âangelâ and babyâ a lot, cunnilingus, kinda feral!gojo too, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), multiple positions, explicit p in v, rough(ish) sex, creampie, gojo being a lil slut for you, itty bitty dacryphilia (if you squint mad hard)
thereâs a standoff happening in your kitchen. a staring contest of sorts. the tension in the air is palpable, so thick you could taste it if you stuck out your tongue. your opponent is a worthy contender, giving just as good as it gets. your nose twitches with the intensity of it, eyes narrowed as you keep your gaze firm, focused.
your adversary in this battle? a red, velvet ring box.
god, itâs like itâs taunting you with itâs delicate heart shape. smug little box, just sitting on the dining table unopened. youâre not sure how long youâve been caught in the orbit of this suspicious item, but it mustâve been quite a while, according to your boyfriend.
âbabeee, iâve been calling you! whatâre you doing?â satoru appears from the direction of your bedroom, frown on his face from his belief that youâre purposely ignoring him. he slips behind you, arms around your torso as he leaves a kiss on the top of your head.
âoh,â he laughs as he fixes his eyes on what has you so engrossed, âitâs not what you think.â
this is what gets your attention, turning your head so your gaze is no longer on the little box, but on satoru instead. âwhat, you proposing to your other girlfriend or something?â you pout. he laughs again, annoyingly louder this time.
âbaby, iâm not proposing to anybody yet. and you know i donât have another girlfriend. it took me 3 years to get you to say yes to one date, you think iâm pulling that off again? thanks for putting faith into my game, though.â you canât help but to roll your eyes in jest, turning in the manâs arms to wrap yourself around him.
âyeah, yeah, whatever. soâŠwhat is it then?â
âitâs a ring.â
âi thought you said you werenât proposingâŠâ
âokay well, technically, i am. but listen! i saw online some guy and his girlfriend went to different restaurants with a fake ring and when he âproposedâ to her, they gave them free food and desserts! so. weâre doing that.â
you pull yourself from satoruâs grasp, staring up at him blankly. he gives you a goofy smile in return, bringing a hand up to boop your nose when you remain silent.
âsatoruâŠ.really? doing this just so you can get free chocolate lava cakes and ice cream? iâm definitely deleting tiktok from your phone, damn app gives you way too many ideas.â and there he goes frowning again, pretty pink lips downturned so dramatically.
âbaby, noâŠiâm doing this so that WE can get free chocolate lava cakes and ice cream. what kind of selfish, evil man do you take me for? ⊠and youâre not deleting my tiktok! how else am i going to send nanami videos he claims to not watch but always knows about when i ask him?â
a sigh leaves you as you shake your head, truly experiencing defeat. you, and everyone else that had ever met him for that matter, knew that there was no changing satoruâs mind when the words âfreeâ and âdessertâ were involved. heâd eat himself into a goddamn diabetic coma if you let him get away with it.
satoru enacts his master plan the next night, surprising you with a stunning new dress and a note that says to âlook super sexy and marriageable (where the hell had he even learned that word?) as usualâ left on your bed. you try your best to comply with his wishes, getting your makeup and hair as perfect as you can before slipping the very revealing dress on. you realize something rather odd while you doll yourself up; satoru hasnât come home to get himself ready. it was almost 6pm, the time designated by him in his little note, and you were practically ready aside from some jewelry and shoes. you couldnât imagine that he would make you wait while he showered and dressed, so you were a little bit confused, but you decide to brush it off while you pick between solid gold hoops and diamond-encrusted dangles, both courtesy of the man in question.
when 6:04pm rolls around, and your fancy yves saint laurent heels are wrapped around your feet, the front door opens. you look up from your seat at the kitchen island with a wine glass in hand, and, in the most clichĂ© way possible, your breath is stolen right out of your lungs. satoru was always stupidly beautiful, just so gorgeous that it made you sick, but now? he looked even more alluring than usual. those inhumanly blue eyes were hidden behind his typical shades, masterfully tailored suit adorning his lanky form like it was painted on. his deep red button up, the same color as your cocktail dress, was unbuttoned for the first three (because he was a slut.) and to top it all off, he was wearing that same award winning smile that heâd dazzled you with so many years ago. if he wasnât so set on his goddamn desserts, youâd bend over and spread your thighs for him right there on the counter.
âholy fuck,â is the first thing he says to you, grip on a bouquet of what looks like dark red carnations and burgundy roses tightening as he takes you in. he takes off his glasses as he draws in closer, pure reverence in his eyes the whole time. âangel, you lookâŠyou look fucking edible. my god. what a woman.â youâre not new to satoruâs comments and compliments, far from it, but tonight, they were hitting a little different, for lack of a better term. maybe it was the look in his eyes, some kind of compound of love and burning desire, but something else, too. something almostâŠdetermined, but you donât know what heâd be determined to do other than put on a good show.
âso, eat me then,â you tease, though the heat in your cheeks and your eyes not meeting his gives away how flustered heâs got you. heâs still looking you over, scrutinizing every pretty inch of you with an overwhelming intensity before his steely gaze levels to yours.
âmm, tempting, but itâll have to wait; we have to go get engaged first. these,â he holds the flowers out to you, âare yours, my arrestingly beautiful queen.â you canât help but to laugh at his ultra-corny pet names, but they warm your heart nonetheless, rising from your stool to find a vase to fill with water.
âwhere were you, anyway? you show up all dressed to the nines on me out of nowhere. what, did you get ready in the car or something?â you ask, back to the white-haired man while you dig around in a cabinet.
âsuguru helped me out, kept my suit and let me shower at his place..â he says, almost distantly. you canât see it, but satoru is watching you, worshipping you with his eyes as you flit around the kitchen in your heels and your dress and your oh so seductive aura. heâs never seen anything or anyone be more mesmerizing in his life, and he knows he never will.
arriving at the first restaurant of the three satoru had planned has your nerves alighting. what if they knew you were faking it? god, how disgraceful that would beâcaught in your goober of a boyfriendâs silly scheme would have you too embarrassed to show your face in public for at least two months. but then he smiles at you from the driver seat- a genuine one that eases your anxieties and soothes your concerns, one so brilliant that it instills you with the necessary confidence to go commitâŠwhatever form of fraud this whole thing is. you give him one in return, reaching out to cup his cheek before youâre leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. you can feel him smile even wider when you do.
âso, how much do you want me to sell this? âcause, if i cry now, it might not be so believable at the next place.â satoruâs pushing in your chair when you speak, smoothing his hands down your shoulders before giving you a squeeze. he takes his own seat, flipping the menu open to browse through the beverage list.
âbest as you can with no tears. gotta save those for the last one,â he tilts his glasses down to send you a wink, and, for the millionth time within your relationship, youâre light-heartedly rolling your eyes at him. âyou got it, baby. but! if you donât share whatever disgustingly sweet, sugar-stuffed, chocolate-drizzled, candy-coated bullshit you ask for, itâs gonna be your pretty little ass.â he laughs at your threat and throws his hands up in resignation. you might be smiling when you say it, but you surely arenât joking, and he knows it.
you both decide to keep dinner small and light, knowing youâre going to gorge yourselves on whatever insulin-raising dishes your dear boyfriend chooses to indulge in. itâs not long after you put your fork down when he gives you âthe look.â you have to use all of your willpower not to smile, woosah-ing yourself into the role of an unsuspecting girlfriend about to be proposed to. you paint a look of surprise on your face when he gets down on one knee, giving you a charming little speech about how heâd âwanted to do this for so, so longâ and how he âcould never love another the way he loves you, never want to. so please baby, will you marry me?â itâs actually rather romantic, makes you wonder how close it all is to his true feelings for you.
you and satoru hardly ever explicitly talked about marriage, but he did always talk about how he wanted to be with you forever (or rather, that heâd jump off a bridge if you ever broke up with him, but that wasnât as eloquent.) heâd mention plans of a big house he wanted to put you in, so he could come home to you and your warm embrace every day until he was old and wrinkly beside you. so, maybe not an outright âhey, weâre getting married some day,â but it was most definitely implied.
at the end of satoruâs little scripted scene, he pulls out that same heart-shaped ring box from the table, opening it up to showcase a square cut diamond, one youâre sure must be a piece of costume jewelry for the occasion. you gasp, climbing out of your seat to throw your arms around him with a âyes! yes, iâll marry you!â he picks you up, standing back up to his full height as he delicately sways you back and forth. you share a kiss, one you let a few secret giggles into, before you part, allowing your boyfriend the pleasure of sliding the ring onto your finger. the patrons of the restaurant thatâd been watching the spectacle all clap at what they believe to be a genuine display of affection, including your waiter from his station near the kitchen. itâs a lot of attention, but being with someone that looks like (and acts like, and is) satoru means youâre relatively used to stares and whispers. he gives you one more sloppy smooch before heâs helping you back into your seat, giving a bow of thanks to the other customers before heâs sitting, too.
when the waiter comes back to offer up your grand prize, with eyes dampened from your well-acted performance, satoru keeps it simple and orders a non-nauseating plate of assorted mochi ice cream. and when it comes to the table, he plucks one of the cold, sweet little treats in between his long fingertips and reaches his equally lengthy arm across the table to feed it to you with not a lick of selfishness. fuck the dessert, heâd share the entire moon with you if it was in his possession.
âbabe, we fucking killed that. that lady? in the black blouse? she was crying, like, actually crying! i almost feel bad, but that mochi was to die for, so iâd say it was a worthy crime.â you jabber excitedly on your walk back to the car, hand in hand with your stage fiancĂ©. heâs staring down at you as you prattle on, knows he should be watching where heâs going but fuck, youâre so stunning and you go along with his admittedly very childish desires for free sweets and yeah, he really is so whipped, itâs not even funny. heâd never deny it, eitherâthe man who carries multiple pictures of you in his wallet and as his phone background, the man who gives you massages and shares from his candy stash when youâre on your period, the one who canât get mad at you when you fall asleep on him during a movie he really wanted to see? thereâd be an ice-cold day in hell before that manâthe only gojo satoruâever denies being hopelessly, foolishly, irrevocably in love with you.
the second restaurant that you and satoru pull your scheme on is a tad bit more upscale than the firstânot to say the first eatery wasnât upscale, would never be the case with your luxury loving boyfriendâand you absorb your surroundings from your place on the manâs arm while he checks your reservation in with the maĂźtre d. for this place, as fancy as it is, you think youâll tone down the theatrics, keep it a little classier this time around. you donât want to embarrass yourself or satoru with some overly acted performance that screamed fake. the suited man behind the counter leads you to a table, not smack-dab in the middle of the dining area but not very secluded either, something perfect for the exhibition you were going to put on.
âyou know, youâre setting me up for some very high expectations, âtoru,â you speak from behind your wine glass, eyes on what would be his if it werenât for the glasses he still wears. he looks up from his menu, head tilted inquisitively.
âis that so?â
âmhm. that ring you got looks nice, but youâve spoiled me. iâm gonna need one way bigger now. and,â you pause, taking another swig from your glass, âyouâll have to really surprise me. i mean, this restaurant is really nice, but if you keep this up, weâre gonna run out of fancy restaurants for you to actually propose to me in. thereâre only so many, yâknow.â your tone is coated in sarcasm, but satoru doesnât laugh. instead, he smirks, closing his menu and placing it to the side.
âdonât worry your pretty little head about that, sweet girl. youâll be very surprised when it happens.â
the meal is delicious, as expected, and your plates are cleared soon after. satoruâs laughing at a story you have about your neighborâs adorable little kitty cat that keeps trying to sneak into your apartment while he pours you another glass of an unnecessarily expensive wine he insisted on.
âare you ready?â he asks when you finish, and you give him a short nod, quick to prepare yourself again for the false astonishment you have to give and the onslaught of eyes that were soon to be on the two of you.
he reaches across the table to take your left hand in his, eyes peering up at you over his glasses when he leans down to press his lips against your ring finger.
âi love you,â he murmurs before heâs up and out of his seat. he approaches your side of the table but he doesnât do his part of getting down on one knee yet, opting instead to cup your cheek with a hold so gentle youâd assume he thought you were made of glass.
âi mean it, i really do love you more than anything in this world.â you donât have time to respond to the declaration before heâs descending to his knee, taking your hand yet again as he gives you another speech. this one is different than the last, but just as full of genuine love.
âyou make my days worth living, baby. you make the sun look like a streetlight in comparison to how much you light up my life. youâre so funny, so smart, so generous, and you put up with theâŠless than favorable parts of my personality with very minimal complaints.â he says that last part with a little bit of disdain and it has you giggling in a way no one else can bring out of you, despite your slightly glossy eyes. âmy perfect girl, will you marry me?â
and there it is, the ring box youâd been waiting to see since you stepped into this establishment full of onlookers. he opens the box and slides the ring onto your finger before he even gets your verbal answer, but it doesnât matter because youâre nodding and smiling like a damn idiot, as if itâs real. you try not to dwell on that thought for long.
âof course iâll marry you, satoru.â he carefully pulls you up out of your chair and cups your face again, this time with both hands, lips against yours in a kiss much more serious than the last time you did this. thereâs more applause following suit, but you canât pay attention to anyone but satoru, whoâs kissing you so deeply that the restaurant could be burning to a crisp and you would be none the wiser. when you part, heâs grinning, a little bit from the wine buzz and a lot from the adrenaline of proposing to his gorgeous girlfriend, staged as it was.
your waitress is quick to congratulate you both, and when she mentions the one thing that satoru came here forâthat goddamned free dessertâhe lets you choose. but youâre so generous, his sweet little sweetheart, just like he said in his speech, and you pick something sugar-stuffed, and chocolate drizzled, and so fucking satoru that it makes your teeth ache. youâre always, always, thinking about him, and he loves you all the more for it.
when you get to the last restaurant/soon-to-be victim of theft of services, youâre feeling very practiced in the art of deception. the tears you were able to evoke out of the unknowing guests, and the ones satoru almost pulled out of you had you unwaveringly confident in both your own and satoruâs level of skill as thespians this time around.
this place is a far cry from the previous two and you can tell before you even step foot inside, the architectural marvel of a building radiating the energy of one of those âsorry, weâre booked 3 years in advanceâ kind of places. you have no doubt that satoru could get in anywhere if he wanted to, though- the man was quick to offer bribes well into the range of some peopleâs entire salaries. if he wanted something, he was unrelenting, tenacious evenâtraits you admired greatly about him.
the moment you step inside, you start to feel a little swell of anxiety. this was..intense. the lighting was much more moody, with floor to ceiling windows giving the diners a view of a beautiful garden, lush with greenery. you and satoru had dined well before, but this was something entirely different. he leads you to the reception desk where another maĂźtre d, not dissimilar to the one before, greets you with an air of extreme professionalism. satoru gives the man his name, and youâre left a little confused when his eyes widen in what you think is surprise. he gives your boyfriend a quick nod before he dashes off, and you try not to focus too much on how expensive this place must be or why satoru would come here of all places for a free dessert, but itâs hard not to. the wall behind the reception desk is practically covered in plaques of awards, the words âmichelin starâ and âwinner of..â plastered on most of them. you know those arenât easily earned, so you try to think less about the exorbitant cost you know your boyfriend is paying, instead doing your best to enjoy this probably once-in-a-lifetime dining experience.
the man from before returns, with another more sharply dressed man, who grins wide when he sees satoru and yourself. he shakes your manâs hand firmly, giving a nod of his head in the direction of the dining area. the restaurant is gorgeous, past that really, but a little under-populated for satoruâs plan to have itâs most effectiveness. besides, whatâs the point of a fake proposal if no one is gonna see it?
you mention your previous thoughts to satoru once youâre seated, but he just gives you a smile and says âdonât worry about anything other than enjoying yourself.â
so you donât. you reminisce on funny, and sometimes embarrassing stories about your past with satoruâsharing laughter, and food you canât fucking pronounce, and glasses of ridiculously high-priced alcohol.
âyouâre the most wonderful woman in the world, angel,â he muses some time down the line, âthank you. i donât fucking deserve you.â his words have you putting your glass down, reaching across the table to mirror his earlier actions by taking his hand, with your face set into a frown.
âi donât like it when you say things like that, satoru. you do deserve me..because i say you do. youâre not- youâre not hard to love, satoru; itâs actually very, very easy. and i love loving you, and iâm gonna keep doing it every fucking day that youâll have me. okay? so none of that,â you say, squeezing his much larger hand in your own.
âwhat if i wanted to have you forever?â he asks, eyes still hidden behind those increasingly unnecessary glasses. the restaurant is far more dimly lit than the first two, but the urge to complain comes only from how much you miss looking into those dazzling blue pools.
âwell, iâd give you forever and then some. youâre not getting rid of me, âtoru,â you grin, taking the stem of your glass between the fingers of your free hand and lifting it to your lips. satoru follows the movement behind his shades, watches how the delicate line of your throat bobs with your swallowing with a sort of reverie that is usually described in religious texts. heâd pray for you, pray to you, anything. heâd learn how to sculpt just so your beauty could be immortalized for all of eternity.
satoru says your name and you hum, quick to swallow down the rest of your sake before giving him a sweet smile with your eyebrows raised.
âi hope you meant what you saidâabout forever.â youâre about to ask him what his foreboding words mean but youâre interrupted by none other than satoru himself, rising from his seat for the third and final time this evening to bring himself down to one knee. youâre about to laugh and quietly chide him for not giving you time to prepare for the show when you hear the sound of a piano, looking over your shoulder to see a man sitting at the once unmanned instrument. you turn further still and see that all of the staff has crowded around the edges of the room, all holding intricately crafted bouquets of..dark red carnations and burgundy roses, much like the one heâd given you, both granting you space but still wanting to watch the grand gesture that your boyfriend prepared.
âsatoru, whatâsâŠ.did you call ahead or something? this isâŠkind of a lot for a dessert i could make you at home..â he smiles and shakes his head at your endearing ignorance to the situation, reaching up to pull his glasses off for the first time all night. those eyes that you missed so much, they were rimmed with a faint redness. you couldnât help but act on your instincts, reaching out to cup his face in your carefulâcaringâhands. you donât get the chance to ask him what has him tearing up so much before he starts, a speech entirely new leaving his lips.
âif you think that loving me is easy, then loving you is childâs play. loving you isâŠone of the greatest gifts that i have ever or could ever be granted. you donât always see it, and i like it that way, but sometimesâa lot of timesâi look at you like you created the heavens and the earth. you are the heavens and the earth to me. youâre everything to me. your laugh alone could cure me of any ails. i donât know what i did to make such a beautiful, loving, gentle, smart, hilarious, talented woman fall in love with my stupid ass, but fuck, baby, i thank the universe every day for you. you give me purpose. you give me strength. you give me the want to continue, when it feels like thereâs no fight left in me.â
your eyes shimmer with unshed tears, lips parted in genuine shock that you hadnât expected to feel tonight. you spare another glance at the staff before bringing your gaze back to satoru, voice caught in your throat and tongue heavy in your mouth.
âsatoru, if- if youâre playing with me..if youâre doing this for your damn dessert, i-â
âno, baby, this- this is real. you areâŠthe most exceptional person i know. you love me in a way that i didnât know was possible before you came into my life. iâm so goddamn unworthy of you, but you chose me, and i swear, that for the rest of my lifeâthe rest of our lifeâiâll never let you down. please, angel. please make me the most blessed man on the planet and marry me?â
satoru reaches into the pocket of his suit pants as you stare in amazement, mascara tears fully running down your cheeks now. the ring box in his grasp is much different than the one from your faux-engagementsâitâs black, shaped like an oval with silver ornamental designs around the perimeter. and when he opens it, your lip begins to quiver.
the ring is something so uniquely satoru, a thin silver band that splits into multiple vine-like channels, with little diamonds attached for the appearance of flowers. they meet at the top where the stone resides, and fuck, itâs big. itâs aquamarine, with several little prongs holding itâs marquise shape in place. it mustâve cost a fortune, and you canât help but marvel at it as satoru takes your hand in his own again, lips against your ring finger one last time before heâs slipping the delicate piece of jewelry onto your finger.
âi need you to say it, angel. say youâll marry me,â he pleads, blue eyes shining in the dimly lit space. you canât hold back the sob that leaves you, nodding vigorously as you caress his face.
âyes, âtoru, iâll marry you.â you say through the tears, pressing your salt-covered lips to his. thereâs applause behind you, just like the other âengagements,â but this time, you donât need them there. youâd have said yes to him if it was 3 in the morning and you were half asleep, youâd have said it in the car on the way to the grocery store. youâd say yes to him anywhere, at any time.
true to satoruâs word, he doesnât bother with the free dessert this time around. heâs too busy thinking about going home and getting a taste of his fiancĂ©e to bother with some fancy piece of cake. and he almost doesnât make it home, pressing you up against the car with his right hand on the side of your face and the other on your waist. he kisses you so voraciously, like if he tried just that much harder, he could swallow you whole.
âsatoru, stop!â you giggle against his ravenous mouth, âa public indecency charge wouldnât be a great start to our engagement, you think?â
âi canât help it. my fiancĂ©e just looks so good, i donât think anybodyâd blame me if i hiked your dress up right here,â he says, leaning his head down onto your shoulder to leave a kiss or two on the bare skin. you gently push him away, coy look in your eyes when you meet his own.
âat home, the dress comes all the way off.â
satoru has you both in the car with the keys in the ignition and the gearshift in âdriveâ within 14 seconds.
the front door to your apartment is solid wood, and itâs cold against your back where satoru has, yet again, found a surface to press you up against. you barely made it three steps inside before he was on you, groping and squeezing anything his reach would allow. his lips are sweet where they meet yours, kinda like how they always are, from all the desserts and wines heâd indulged himself in. and somewhere in there, a taste thatâs wholly satoru resides. itâs your favorite flavor. his tongue never asks permission to enter your mouthâit just does, licking up every bit of you thatâs on offer, and it never satisfies his appetite.
âwhat was that you said earlier, baby? you want me to eat you, right?â he says between his desperate kisses and fuck, when did everything get so hot all of a sudden? the hand you have on his shoulder slinks up, coming to find its place in the short hairs of his undercut, and when you scrape your nails against his scalp he sighs into your mouth.
âyouâre not too full from your desserts?â you tease breathily but it cuts into a gasp of surprise when he yanks your dress up and shoves his hand under the bunched fabric to rip your panties off, only to find your bare skin at his fingertips.
âoh, fuck- no panties, baby? yâwant me ta eat that pretty pussy this bad?â he doesnât wait for an answer, snatching your lips up in a quick, biting kiss that leaves you dizzy. he drops to his kneesâfunny how much heâs done that todayâand lifts your dress further, gathering the material up at your waist. the way satoru marvels at your pussy is something heâd always done but fuck, can you blame him? you get so wet and you taste like the worldâs rarest delicacy on his tongue and youâre so fucking warm and tight when he digs you outâheâd sing hymns about your pussy from the top of a mountain.
âmy pretty fiancĂ©e givinâ me such easy accessâŠsuch a sweet girl you are,â he praises with a kiss to your mound, âso fucking good tâme.â but heâs just as good to youâespecially now, as he spreads your thighs and hikes one of your legs over his shoulder, unhesitatingly dipping his tongue in between your soaking wet folds. the contact of the slippery muscle on your sensitive flesh has you mewling, eyes slipping shut as he feasts on you. his mouth is as slick as it is when heâs talking, stroking his tongue up and down from your clit to your hole, and back again.
âfffuck- satoru..â you whimper, subconsciously grinding your hips into his face. he doesnât mind, though- actually he encourages it; he loves it when you use him for your pleasure, makes him feel good to make you feel good. and that rings especially true now, as he stiffens his tongue and slides it into your aching hole thatâs been clenching around nothing this entire time. he fucks you with it, much like he does with his cock- giving you a mix of slow and fast thrusts and keeping you on your toes. his large hands smooth up your thighs before one sneaks away to aid in him pulling you apart. his thumb finds your clit, massaging the little button in circles and you almost lose your balance, your hand flying out to grip onto his snow-like hair. your little mewls act as encouragement for the man between your legs; heâs studied youâyour bodyâfor years, and how each little flick and roll and curl of his tongue or fingers brings you closer and closer to cumming all over him. and he uses that knowledge so freely, long tongue prodding and pressing further and further into you, tip of the muscle kissing your g-spot.
satoru knows you, knows that when your thighs shake and your breathing turns to panting, heâs got you right where he wants you. you confirm that for him, when you look down at him to see those sparkling blue eyes staring back up at you and you moan âgod, fuck- âtoru, please baby, donât stop, gonna cum fâyou.â heâs ever so obedient, thumb moving in faster circles around your clit and his unrelenting tongue fucking into you just as quick. he keeps his gaze glued to your face because you look so goddamn pretty when you cum that he canât bear to miss it. and he doesnât, watching lustfully as your head sinks back against the door, hips stuttering as he licks the orgasm right out of you.
âout of all the meals iâve had tonight,â satoru starts, lips shiny with your release when you open your eyes again, âyouâre the most delicious.â youâd laugh at how corny he is, but your mind still hasnât come fully back to you yet. satoru rises back to his normal stature of towering over you, even in your heels, and he canât help but to dip his head down and kiss you. all those same flavors from before are muted behind the taste of you, and you almost hate to admit it, but you like that a lot.
âi need to be inside of you, baby,â satoru sighs into the kiss, leaning down to wrap his big hands around your outer thighs, and you get the idea quickly, letting him pick you up so you can wrap your legs around his hips. he carries you off to the bedroom, laying you down on the plush comforter that covers your bed. you sit back on your elbows and toe your heels off, eyes following his movements as he takes off his blazer.
âgod, you look-â
âfuckable?â
âvery.â
âso, what are you waiting for? fuck me, fiancĂ©.â
he takes your invitation with fire in his eyes, moving in close to undo whatever horrid contraptions are keeping you clothed. when he gets the zipper down, heâs practically ripping you out of the dress, tossing the expensive garment off somewhere behind him. heâs pulling his own clothes off just as quickly, and when he gets his pants down you canât help but to feel him through his black boxer briefs. heâs so hard, and heâs leaking like a goddamn faucet, the wet spot you feel near his tip growing larger and larger. heâs groaning against your neck as you touch him, pushing his hips into your palm desperately. but then he decides that he canât take the teasing and the waiting anymore, so heâs sitting up on his haunches to shove his boxers down his thighs. he doesnât even get them fully off before heâs grabbing your calf and dragging you towards him, gripping the base of his painfully stiff cock to line it up with your sopping pussy hole.
âohmy-GOD, fuck- ah! satoru, slow downnnn!!â you gasp, crying out for him as he slams into you with no warning and sets a pace that could rival a jackrabbit.
âs-sorry, baby, jusâ need you- need you so fucking bad, shit- hnnng, fuuuck,â he moans, gripping your hips tight as he keeps hammering into you. you canât keep your eyes open as much as youâd like toâsatoru always looks so angelic when heâs flushed and panting from the vice-like grip your pussy has on himâbut itâs okay, because he moans like a bitch in heat when heâs fucking you and thatâs all you need. your nails are digging into whatever they can find, one hand twisted up in the blanket and the other pressed against satoruâs flexing abs as if youâre trying to stop him, but you both know thatâs not true.
âso. fucking. wet.â he groans, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. heâs so deep inside that you know youâd feel him if you touched your belly, and the thought has tears of pleasure spilling down to your temples and into your hair.
ây-you feel so fucking good- ah- mmm- look so p-pretty taking my cock like this,â he whines, one hand leaving your hip to find your throat. he doesnât add pressure, doesnât squeeze, just lets his hand rest there like he needed to ground himself. he finds himself angling his hips just a little differently, and only a moment later, he knows heâs got it when your teary eyes shoot open and you scream his name.
âright there, angel? my fiancĂ©e likes it t-there?â he teases, trying his hardest to keep some composure but fuck, itâs so hard when you clench that tight cunt of yours and suck him deeper and deeper.
âyeeessss,â you sob, âplease! feels..so goodâŠlove you so much, love the way you fuck me..â satoru moans with you, snaking a hand under your lower back to arch you a little more, and the slight change of position has him hitting your g-spot head on with his merciless thrusts. you cum, wordlessly and unexpectedly, and satoruâs eyes widen as he looks down to see the ring of your cream that covers the base of his cock.
âohhhh f-fuck yeah, angel, cream all over my dick, âs all yours, always- always yours,â he gasps.
he brings you fully into his lap and your arms instinctively curl around his neck, your head falling back as he bounces you on his cock thatâs impaling you. youâre both covered in sweat now, and your slick, tooâit leaks down around satoruâs dick and onto your thighs. the eye contact he makes with you in this moment is hard to look away from, so you donâtâeyes locked with his while you pant and moan and whimper his name. he does the same right back to you, choking out declarations of his love interspersed with your own name.
soon, the position changes again, when you use the little strength you have left to push satoru onto his back with your hands splayed out on his chest. he groans in surprise, sliding his hands up your hips to hold onto your waist. your gaze shifts between his blissed-out face and the sparkling stone that rests on your finger, grinding against him nice and slow.
âdoes this feel good, satoru?â you donât mean for the question to come out as seductive as your tone does, but it has his hips bucking up into you nonetheless. his eyes open to find yours and he nods, digging his fingers into your flesh more when you ride him harder, roll your hips a little faster.
âf-fuck, feels like heaven, baby..keep- mmf, keep fucking me like t-that,â he answers, and youâre his sweet girl, his giving little angel, so you do. you keep fucking him just like that, pulling yourself up and dropping back down on the lengthy cock inside of you. your ass smacks against his thighs on the landing, and it joins your ragged breathing and satoruâs huffs as the only sounds in the room. he canât help but to meet your hips with his own thrusts, not keen on taking the reigns back but adding to the insurmountable pleasure you both feel.
âwill you cum with me? please, âtoru- need to feel you..â god, how could he ever deny you when you ask so sweetly, one hand still on his chest and the other on yours, palming at your tit with a pinch of your pert nipple every now and then. his brow is furrowedâplush lips parted with his moans and heâs nodding in response again.
âyeah, baby, yeah- âm so fucking- hah- c-close.â a look of focus forms in his eyes when one of his hands slips down from your waist, nimble fingers toying with your sensitive clit. your moans rise in pitch and volume, heart pounding in your chest as you get closer and closer to the edge. you can practically feel him pulsing inside of you, know heâs almost there too, and you ride with more determination, tits bouncing with the effort. he looks so desperate from his position beneath you, desperate to cum, desperate to fill you to the brim with his hot load. youâre left gasping, shouts of his name torn right from your throat when he plants his feet into the mattress and starts to thrust up into you, fingers still pinching and pulling at your engorged nub. he fucks into you so roughly, eyes shifting between the spot where you conjoin, watching raptly as his cock slides in and out of your hole, and your sweet face, mouth hung open and tear streaks on your cheeks. both are a pretty sight to him.
ââm gonna cum, âtoru- cum for me, too, need it inside me so fucking bad,â you whimper, and you werenât lying. only a few more thrusts and some circles rubbed onto your clit and youâre crying his name, creaming all over his cock again. and satoru canât hold off anymore, doesnât want to, and the way you clench and squeeze him makes that an impossible feat anyway. he stills his hips the best he can but they still stutter with the intensity of his orgasm, letting out rope after rope after rope of his sticky fluid inside of your needy little hole.
you roll off of him when you get the strength to do it, still panting with the exertion. but satoru is clingy, even more so after sex; so with your eyes closed, you donât see it, but rather feel the manâs hands tugging you close. he drapes his sweat-sticky body around yours, nuzzling his face into your neck where he leaves a few cheeky kisses.
âthank you.â itâs silent for a while before he speaks, and the words have you cracking your eyes open to look at him. heâs already beaten you to the punch, wide blue eyes looking up at you.
âfor what?â you respond, bringing your hand up to smooth his hair down. he practically purrs at the sensation, but he answers you regardless.
âfor saying yes to me, to forever.â
the snort that comes out of you is unintentional, but you canât help it. he sounds silly thanking you for that, so you tell him as much.
âsatoru, you make it sound like you had to bribe me into being with you when you say things like that. yâknow, i meant what i said, about you being stuck with me. couldnât get rid of me if you tried, baby. this just makes it..more official.â
âguess thatâs true, huh?â
âyouâre damn right. and when we get married, iâm going to use my new powers for evil.â
âwhat??â
âoh, yeah. iâm gonna terrorize everyone. pranks galore. and iâll tell them gojo did it. and theyâll just assume it was mr. gojo, not the kind and sweet mrs. gojo.â
satoruâs jaw drops, sitting up to gape at you. you just shrug in response, smiling innocently at your soon to be husband. he shakes his head, deep in thought for a moment before he grins, eyes hard set on you.
âwhat?â you ask, playfully narrowing your own eyes.
âi think i want to marry you tomorrow.â
>authors_note: WELL. itâs finally here (took me long enough i knowwwwwđ€«) ENDLESS THANKS FOR 100 (weâre almost at 200 now but letâs cross that bridge when we get there heheh)
>next up: firefighter!satosugu (after like 3 months of me talking about it IM SORRYYY)
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popes new gig as a driving instructor was meant to be easy money. he was a good, safe driver â and you were his first ever client. but from the smile youâd given him, all glittery and pink as you bounce over to his car and lean over to his driver seat window to greet him, giving him a direct look down your cleavage â he knew youâd do more than learn driving from him.
you preened under his praise everytime. it was distracting. he was trying to teach you how to safely drive, but everytime heâd let âyouâre doing really good, keep going.â or a simple âgood job.â leave his mouth youâd nearly swerve off the road. his subtle tips and adjustments would be met with flirtation, and giggly âyes sirâs to the point where heâd forget the rules of the road in an instant.
this went on for weeks, and due to his best friend jjâs constant lecturing regarding; âdude, youâve got a hot ass girl in your car, practically begging for the D â youâre telling me you havenât swooped on that yet? do better, man.â pope decided enough was enough. this was either going to fix his problem, or make things really awkwardâ but it was a risk he was willing to take.
âpull up right here, in this parking lot.â heâd been extra tense that day, rather quiet the entire lesson with a stiff jaw and eyes hung low. you figured heâd been in a bad mood, and even went easy on your usual routine of finding reasons to touch his bicep at each stop light and flirting with him. you did as he said, pulling into the empty lot and finding a space somewhere in some dark corner where it would be easy for you to park.
without the humming of the engine filling the silence now, you turn and look at him in the dim lighting. pope often had two ways of going about things with women â either ultra nervous, or ultra to the point. with you, heâd started off a nervous wreck â practically jizzing in his pants every time youâd graze your manicure against his arm for the first few lessons, but due to the constant teasing heâd been driven to being directly upfront with you.
âlook, i canât take all this teasing anymore.â he stresses, brows creased. your giggly smile drops a little bit, seemingly switching on the innocent act. âevery week, you hint and hint that youâre tryna get into something with meâ and then at the end of the lesson, you just get out and walk away like it never happened.â he sighs hard, and you have to admit itâs rather cute.
âiâm sorryâŠâ your brows knit together, guilt evident in your expression.
âand thatâs fine â i would never pressure you to do anything like that, and believe me â i know this is completely unprofessional to be proposing on the job, and yeah â this could get me fired,â he rambles, working himself up. âbut look, iâm a man okay? i am biologically programmed to have a bodily reaction to girls like you who canât stop touching on me and being all adorable and sexy. that being said â if you wanna fuck, letâs just get it out the way, right here right nowâ and if not, we can drive you home, and never talk of this again. but you gotta stop acting like that, âcause iâm in pain.â he finishes up with his rant, sucking in a breath that he didnât know heâd been holding the entire time. you stare at pope. pope stares back.
âoh fuck, oh pope!â you mewl into his neck as the car jostles violently from the backseat beneath the dim lighting on the parking lot. youâre naked from the waist down, and his shorts sit pooled around his ankles as you bounce on his cock, dick impaled through you. âsâso big, just like i imagined!â
âyou imagined?â he pants, two hands planted on your waist as he helps you fuck down on his lap, staring up at you hopefully as he lifts his hips to meet your movements.
âevery night! pictured you punishing me for beinâ such a tease!â you cry out in admission, halting the bouncing technique to roll your hips instead, the two of you groaning at the sensation.
âjesus, okay⊠well, i can definitely make that happen. you for sure deserve to be punished.â he babbles, pulling you closer â his eyes fluttering shut as you grind on him.
âare you gânna punish me pope? for teasinâ you in our lessons?â your voice cracks desperately as you feel him repeatedly jutting against your g-spot, making your legs shake around him.
âyes. totally. iâll punish you real good.â he spits out. it had been a while since heâd got his dick wet, especially from such a perfect princess â so all his concentration was going into making sure he didnât bust right there and then. he simply agreed without thinking, he probably would have agreed to anything in that moment.
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the ultra-feminine pretty girl category of perfume. historically, these have been just as common as animalics. in a way theyre equal opposites with how they've represented femininity in fragrance throughout history.
despite its modern reputation, florals do not have to be boring or overtly mature. the reason we associate certain florals like rose with 'old ladies' is because those were the scents they wore as young women. in 30-40 years there's no doubt that perfumes like burberry her, crystal noir, and delina (perfumes we consider fresh and modern) to be 'old lady' scents as well because trends will change and what was once new will become old!
that said, there's a variety of florals to chose from: yellow florals like lancome poem (sweet, slightly nectar-like, a hint of pollen), white florals like le labo lys 41 (heady, slightly indolic if there's jasmine, sensual) and dewier, fresh florals like anna sui l'amour rose edt (crisp, clean, watery) but here's a collection of florals across many different categories that will make you feel light and feminine.
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chanel chance eau tendre is a wonderful floral that balances sweetness with a little freshness and a gentle musky dry down. it's very deliate, and doesn't have that round sweetness lots of perfumes these days have. it's great for every day and its very delicate so it's an easy entryway to avoid headaches.
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anais anais l'original is a powdery white floral. its reminiscent of applying a gentle powder after a bath. despite being a white floral it's relatively fluffy and avoids being too heady as it has an innocence to it. it's vintage in a way, not because it smells dated, but because of delicate its composed.
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miss dior roses n roses is a great entryway to rose. it's clean, feminine and has a muskiness to it that prevents the rose from being too sharp. it's got a bit of a makeupy smell thats very nostalgic and some ppl get a brighter, zingier rose from the citrus but it all depends on what you pick up.
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ex nihilo fleur narcotique is a bit of an outlier from the rest as this is a more sensual, erotic and well...narcotic floral than the rest. there's a lush juiciness to the scent and it feels more aligned with being a hot and sexy 20-30 something than the more girlish florals above. smells like a vacation beach party where you drink too much rosé.
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anna sui l'amour rose edt is one of my favorites for is crisp almost waterlike rose scent. which is funny because there's no rose notes present! which leads me to believe this is rose as in pink. and it doe's smell pink, it's a whisper of a dewy floral that layers well with kitten fur by demeter and is light and comforting enough to wear to sleep.
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delina la rosee. my preferred of the delina line, its fresher than the original and the exclusif as the lychee note isn't as hars hand screechy. its very romantic, it reminds me a lot of charlotte york from satc. an absolute mod booster that can be worn at any time when you want to feel pretty.
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dolce & gabbana dolce is pretty and sweet. the florals dry down to a musky skin-like scent. it reminds some of fresh laundry, like a floral detergent or fabric softener but that isn't necessarily negative. in a ay its comforting.
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burberry brit sheer is a clean, soapy kind of fresh floral. the citrus gives it a bright and effervescent opening that's great for every day. it lives up to its name with its sheer musky drydown.
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gardenia petale is unique in is creaminess. it's cool with that white floral zing with a refreshing greenness to it that's kind of wet and dewy. over time it settles to something more powdery
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Nicki Minajâs The Pinkprint Era (+No Frauds)
#PrettyHeiressDiaries: Eras Edition đ
this is my first #PrettyHeiressDiaries post. as iâve previously stated, this series is going to be me diving into my fav muses and celebs and dissecting what i can take from these lovely ladies. this blog will focus on Nicki Minajâs branding from 2014-2017 roughly. + a few Queen era looks.
The Pinkprint Era Style Elements:
the pinkprint was alter ego free, and a return to hiphop and r&b for nicki. meaning she was highly stripped of the campy pop rap star we had come to know. it was chic DOWN. think collector barbie vs the harajuku barbie. donât mistake me though, onika was still very in touch with her cutesy girly side. there was a balance of sexy and chic with a few drops of cute. and this is why the pinkprint era is my absolute favorite, with her looks being a standard i follow for a lot of my looks.
nickiâs cute mirrors đ
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nickiâs iconic black barbie insta selfies, wearing real hair or natural extensions(often textured ponytails and blowouts), minimal makeup and natural beats đ
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lots of black and neutrals, statement purses (often times chanel) đ
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nicki makes a return to the harajuku barbie aesthetic during the pinkprint tour đ +
prissy pink looks i loved from this era đ
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No Frauds Era Style Elements:
after the pinkprint era was dying down and nicki had become the victim of âthe nicki hate train,â her style was still reminiscent of pinkprint. but i would say her branding shifted from the demure somewhat sweetheart to more of an unapologetically bad bitch. this is marked as the âno frauds eraâ (the time between pinkprint and queen)
glamorous gowns, grandiose blingy bodysuits and adornments, continuing from the pinkprint aesthetic, sheâs still wearing natural glams and hairstyles đ +
latex catsuits, lacey looks, pink as seen in the paper magazine cover and the motorsport video đ
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literally queen couture (tiaras, headpieces, and maximalist furs), the subtle return of the barbie chain, 40 inch âyou b*tches canât even spell pragueâ naomi/cher hair đ
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My Fav Queen Era Looks:
ex. tusa videoshoot, harpers bazaar vietnam cover, 2018 vma look, chun li cover art look, 2018 harpers bazaar look đ
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So What Can We Learn?
Nickiâs style has never been anything short of ultra femme and makes it clear sheâs not afraid to take up space and your attention.
As her branding and look shifts through these eras, itâs as if sheâs becoming more aggressive with the her fashion to speak to the public.
During The Pinkprint Era, she said âLook, I can put the pink wigs and rainbow paint away and still capture attention while making quality work. Respect me.â
The No Frauds Era saw her evolve into a more flashy Nicki while taking hints of her past looks to say âI AM the greatest, you will NEVER top me, and I can remind you who I am.â Note the Barbie chain while also dressing like modern day royalty.
Nicki Minaj is a highly polarizing figure in pop culture but that should not stop us from acknowledging the cultural resets sheâs delivered us in the fashion and beauty industry. When she said âI got all these girls wantinâ to be Barbie Dollz,â it wasnât just a line, ITS TRUE. So many influential girls on instagram look like either Nicki, Kim K, or Madison Beer, just to name a few. The girls have taken a heavy note from the colored hair, bussdown middle part inches, bulky chains, all while trying to maintain an untouchable level of HYPERFEMININITY. An actual BLACK BARBIE.
-PrettyHeiressDiaries đ
credits: nathyyy and blessing mukosha via youtube, @thevirgodoll and @babyphat05âs breakdowns on femmes in the culture on the respective personal blogs.
#prettyheiressdiaries#nicki#my posts#some looks are places in a different time period purely for aesthetic reasons
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Hello!
Really having lots and lots toku thoughts today and eager to ask or say stuff
I actually keep thinking of Naoto with gunshot wound. Iâm also thinking what if itâs completely other Naoto from the ending entirely but he still has them. Iâm wondering what Tatsuya would think if they met. If he saw. Donât know how he would since bird seller Naoto is hidden behind two layers of clothes lol I am thinking it. What did you do to me omg /affectionately
Iâm also thinking, was Daiki that OOC in Super Hero Taisen? Itâs always so fucking funny how he went Iâm blowing up Earth because of his Tsukasa Problemâąïž so I never thought if that was unusual of him (re: bro, you are supposed to protect it). But. Like, listen, if pink/black leather bombshell is leaving you for a sexy pirate, what else can you do, really. Daiki has been putting up with it for years, and not that successfully so
Also want to ask, havenât finished enough toku to know but are there any other aro and/or ace characters to headcanon except like Tarou out of all people or Goseigers being angels who are more or less above it even if they have stuff going on (coughs in Agriâs direction, the ultra super puper gay). Sighs, I love Tarou aro lol and his yaois with monkey đ are so fun too. Actually, now that I think about it, monkey isnât much of a human too really, maybe theyâre both above romance, not like they need it. I also saw edit of monkeyâs actor on some BL yesterday and when a guy smacked him with a vibrator, I thought, âThatâs what Momoi does to Saruhara every single dayâ
the Timeranger finale credits scene is so interesting to me because truly What Does It Mean. In my mind all of the appearances were non-canon but I kind of like the idea that Ryuga's wibbly-wobbly time-wimey history-rewritey bullshit kinda restored Naoto into the timeline but as a different man with a different life story than the one who died. Like maybe after he and Tatsuya parted ways he realised that he was never going to have the power of the born elite and instead of being radicalised by that he instead accepted it and decided to make the best of his own life. Instead of chasing medals he got a job cleaning up bird shit and feathers at the local pet shop, instead of dedicating his life to climbing the paramilitary ladder he proved himself a reliable hand and now manages the pet store by himself... I don't think Tatsuya would recognise him. Even if he did, I don't know if he'd be able to handle it. His relationship with Naoto and how it ended both times was clearly so traumatic to him, seeing a guileless stranger with the face of a man who died in his arms would be alien. It wouldn't be healthy. There's no happy ending for either of them together, but apart, maybe.
also yeah Daiki is the #1 fumbler in the universe it's pretty impressive. Like he didn't stand a chance against Marvy-chan to begin with but the real tragedy there is that Daiki thinks they're confirmed boyfriends and that he doesn't need to seduce Tsukasa because he's already done it but Tsukasa straight up doesn't know who he is any more. yknow how so many straight dudes basically stop even pretending to actually like their wives the second they get married. that's Daiki lowkey lol.
and tbh I think there are a LOT of aro/ace-adjacent readings in toku in that for the most part romance isn't rly a thing in a lot of them. Tarou and Alata are probably the two I would say most confidently are ace (and aro on Tarou's side... idc what easily-baited-by-INOUE-of-all-people fujoshis say, that shit with Sonoi was NOT romantic on his end at all. there are monster pairings that had more romantic tension from the hero's side) with the majority just having no romantic storylines (in their actual shows at least... I would have said Takaharu was aroace but UMM WHY DID HE SHOW UP MARRIED WITH CHILDREN?)
but yeah monke very cute also one of the most genuinely monke looking boys toei has ever cast which is impressive seeing as. well. have you watched go-bus. that's a heartily monke boy there for sure
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Halloween Shenanigans
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Warnings: established 3-way Relationship, implied sexual content, minors DNI, some small Halloween references
Chelsea is throwing a last minute Halloween costume party for the entire club. Which means you now need a costume. Chris is being silly and wearing a Jets jersey with a cowboy hat and Mase is pretending to be Michael Jordan. So you think you should stick to the sports theme as well and you know just the outfit, Alex Morgan.
You were just going to wear a Chelsea jersey, but all of yours have one of their last names on it and you didn't want to make either of them think it was a competition. Besides, Alex was your favorite player growing up. You have a San Diego Wave kit in your closet because you really liked the colors. Plus Christian may or may not have pulled a few strings to allow you to meet your hero. He and Mase took you to a game and it was so much fun. You slip into the kit, add her signature pink pre-wrap headband and your PUMA ultra cleats that Chris got for you because they match the kit really well. You snap a quick selfie of you with your boys before heading out.
When you arrive Mase runs off to grab drinks for all three of you, while you and Chris meet up with Ben and Reece. Most of the players know about the three of you, as well as some of the staff, but you aren't quite ready to have everyone in on your secret life yet. Ben, Reece, Kepa, and Kai are some of the best supporters you have. While none of them fully get the situation you all are in, they know how much you mean to Mase and Chris as well as how much both of your boys mean to you.
Kai, Sophia, Kepa, and Andrea join you in the booth you're all currently at. Kepa and Andrea dressed as The Joker and Harley Quinn. Kai and Sophia did Barbie and Ken, while Reece, Chilly, and Jorginho went with being DunKings. The conversation between all of you flows easily and before you know it the girls have talked you into hitting the dance floor with them, no boys allowed. Just a good old girl time gossip sesh. Once you're out of the booth the other boys are able to catch sight of your full costume.
"Yo⊠when did Alex Morgan get here?" Kai teases you.
"I would not want to be the one in net against her." Kepa adds and you laugh.
"I expected the dumb and dumber act from Ben and Reece, not you two arseholes." You say back before turning and walking off with Sophia and Andrea. The three of you hit the dance floor for a bit to gossip about your love lives, they are the only two girls that you have confided in about your relationship with Mase and Chris.
After a few songs you are in need of a drink so you head to the bar before meeting back up with your boys. After finishing your latest drink you grab one of each of their hands and try to pull them onto the dance floor with you.
âBaby, what are you trying to do?â Mase asks, arching an eyebrow.
âWhat does it look like I'm trying to do stupid, I want to dance with both of my boyfriends. At the same time. No more of this half ass crap. I'm dating the two hottest guys on the Chelsea first team and I want 100% of both of their attentions.â You tell him.
âSo much for our cute, shy girl Mase, drunk y/n is confident, needy, and bossy in a very sexy kind of way.â Chris adds before letting you pull him up. Mase too and together the three of you head to the dance floor. Mason behind you, Christian in front of you. Mase has his hands on your hips helping the two of you lock into a rhythm that once you get, you pull Chris into it by wrapping your arms around his neck.
âCâmere cowboy!â You holler as you pull him in. âExcuse me, You look like you love me, in that cowboy hat.â You giggle at your use of the lyrics from one of the songs Chris has on his country playlist.
You dance for awhile until a throwback song that you and Mase love comes on in the club.
You tilt your head so you can whisper into Maseâs ear. âYour fingertips trace my skin, to places I have never been.â You sing along with the words.
Mase and Chris look at each other. Trying to decide how soon we can all get out of here. Drunk me is a tease, and I've been riling them both up while dancing. Not letting either of them pull back whatsoever. I'm sure that all they want right now is to take me home, sober me up, tie me up, and fuck me into the early hours of the morning. Something I have no complaints about. Once the current song is over they take me back to the table where Kai and Kepa are, sit me down with a glass of water and ask them to keep an eye on me until they get back.
They return with Chelsea goodie bags full of swag and new merch along with a few pieces of candy and some new protein shake powder packets. Apparently there's also a WAG bag of which they each were given one which means I get 2!
âOkay baby let's head home,â Mase says as Christian offers me his arm to help keep me steady.
âBut I want to stay and dance more, and drink more, and party more, with Sophia and Andrea.â I complain, totally ignoring Christian's gesture.
âBaby, come on, let us take you home and then we can have a movie night. With Twitches and Twitches Too, your favorites. We can even stop and pick up some Halloween snacks on the way. How does that sound?â Chris coaxes.
âFine. But I want a lot of snacks, and my favorite soda.â
âDeal,â Mase says and the three of you head out after the girls swing over for a big group photo. They are your football family after all.
Happy Halloween Y'all!
Feedback is appreciated as always!
-Ava
#christian pulisic#usmnt#football#soccer#captainâœamerica#christian pulisic x reader x mason mount#mason mount#chelsea fc#premier league#halloween#costume party
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Perfumes for girlbloggers.
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Néroli & Orchidée Eau De Toilette: Femininity in a bottle, it's floral, but light, and not headache-inducing. Beautiful. This is a fragrance that feels sophisticated, without any stuffiness. Class in every spray.
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bestie, the new FoF update? omg these two have me in a chokehold.
but, I CAN'T BELIEVE MOM WAS GONNA MAKE US LEAVE THE HOUSE LIKE THIS
Also, bc I cannot help myself and I am obsessed with what the outfits look like in your mind, what's the vibes for the blue dress?
And what about the bikini? I couldn't find anything that seemed to fit it right.
Okay, have a blessed day, my child.
â„Puddlesâ„
IM LOSING MY MIND RIGHT NOW AT THESE EDITS WHAT THE FCUK FSJDKHFGVUSDFCNS god bless u puddles for always making me laugh đ
i've gotten a few messages about what she was wearing!!! i'll put the inspo under the cut đ (just an fyi, these are just outfits i found on pinterest, the models aren't meant to look like the reader. reader looks how you want her to!!)
first!! the blue velvet dress. was picturing something like this (totally impractical for a hot summer day but very modest and certainly something your mom would make you wear lmao).
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very high neckline obviously, picture a lil crucifix hangin there and thats pretty much the outfit. truly not an ultra sexy look by any means but joel is obsessed w her so he'd find anything hot lmao
and now the bikini!!
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VERY simple, very cute. she told him she wanted pink or blue so he went with pink which i think is adorable. i'm thinkin his brain remembered her blue panties and wanted to see her in a diff color this time. the ruffles are very much her style, v soft and adorable. i also just realized this model is wearing a crucifix which is sending me.
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Casual could literally be a rosquez song... Even 2013 them could do naked in manhattan (every song can be about them if we try hard enough!)
!! chappell roan rpf time. FUCK IT. okay im just gonna go through the whole album here....
femininomenon: these are men. no
red wine supernova: BEZZ/CELE. literally the first song on my playlist for them.... mainly for the stoner line tbh
after midnight: also bezz/cele. warning. they appear here a LOT. this album is kind of their vibe to meeee like discovering your sexuality in the club is very them to me
coffee: OH rosquez. song about wanting to fuck your mildly toxic ex... c'mon.....
CASUAL. okay so i DO see this as cele/bezz as well with cele being CONVINCED that bez just sees them as friends but YOUR MIND. about early rosquez.... tbh i do think. marc would not be the best. at conceptualizing that he WAS a situationship victim until about hmmmmm 2018. but uhh. very much in restrospect like WE SPENT TWO YEARS FUCKING?? and you couldnt even break up with me to my FACE? but vale was eating him out in the passenger seat.... dreaming of them in a year sharing an apartment....
super graphic ultra modern girl. naw this one is about WOMEN!!!!!!
hot to go!!: also bezz/cele. another beign sexy in the club banger....
my kink is karma: already discussed this one here ie rosquez but like. using your distress as foreplay. cmon.
picture you: oeugh. the line do you picture me like i picture you? heard this song after writing "Marc wonders if Valentino thinks about his hands like he thinks about Valentinoâs. Probably not." in my fic and uhhhh. put it on the playlist baby.
kaleidoscope: BEZZ. CELE. after they fuck but before they talk about. crucial.
pink pony club and naked in manhattan: okay this one is by far the most deranged on this list bc umm. these songs came out right when i got into F1 and they will ALWAYS remind me of max verstappen/maxiel for that reason. uh ANYWAYS--
california: this one is about me actually. sorry.
guilty pleasure. equal custody horny song. universally appliable but i did literally title a rosquez fic after it so. theres that.
#callie speaks#motogp#the great rosquez warrior poets#asks#thank you for this question sorry to my other followers lol
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Uhh can I get a uhhh
Idia x lilia headcanons? Both nsfw and sfw?
Heheheheh YEEEEESSSSS!
First off, this is somehow their songs
The last song he wrote in honor of his feelings for Idia and sung it during a Light Music Club concert and it quickly became a fan favorite
I swear if Chapter 7 don't show these two realizing they are each other gamer buddies and Idia realize Lilia's his gamer crush than I will be pissed
Lilia braids Idia's hair and at times Idia would forget and people would comment on it and he'd freak out lol
Ortho is beyond eager to have Lilia over and is sparky happy to know his big brother has a friend now
Ortho didn't really pick up Idia had a crush until he finally took notice the odd pattern of seeing the introvert go to classes and club activities in a happy cheer or hum, his gaming streams are more energetic especially if teamed up with Lilia (pre-dating but post reveal), and it didn't hit him until he looked at his music playlist to find these as his repeat songs;
Diasmonia took fast notice of Lilia's change of pace when he began to be more spacy when doing chores or homework, twiddling his pen as he hums softly, no one ever seen him like this so no one assumed he had a crush until they saw him literally run just to say "hi" to Idia before going back to what he's doing
Sometimes when they game in the same room they sit beside each other or one of them is practically on the other's lap or they would have one lay on his stomach and the other lay on their stomach on top
Cater: Why are you two holding hands? Lilia: Studies show holding hands relive stress Cater: Oooh! I thought you two were dating or something Lilia: Oh we are, Idia's also just stressed
Lots of double dates with Azul and whoever he's dating in this AU (maybe Malleus but tempted to make Malleus and Rollo a thing in this AU but if we make it trio sorry Rollo-) and the rest of LMC, sometimes group date hangouts
Idia finds a lot of typical romance stuff gross and "why are they making out in public?? Gross" and they both make fun of the couples they see silently and then make out whenever's a game's paused
super affectionate "Oh I will kill you you little dumbass"
Idia full heartly ate something Lilia made to be a supportive bf and Lilia actually got scared for a moment Now onto the NSFW Headcanons!
So he sang UnHoly during a concert Idia was attending to be a support bf to support his hot bad ass bf and Lilia let rip on his ultra flirty bratty self on stage while also adding the sexy dom side he has, swaying his hips during the song and when he came to the rap he got into Idia's bubble and did a little teasing by sitting just above his lap and acting like he's about to kiss him before Idia went red and pink when the vampire disappeared and he remembered he's in public
I headcanon this for every Idia shit but the man would refuse to do it in his dorm unless Ortho's out of the room for more than a few minutes or else he'll have no time to clean up the entire evidence of sex
So often times they meet up someplace or rent a room from Azul, sometimes even Kalim is down to led a spare room for the two if they're respectful
Sebek became sadly aware of why Lilia invites Idia sometimes when it's nearing lights out when one night he left the bathroom dead in the night and walked pass Lilia's room and through the door he heard soft bed creeks and even softer pants and it didn't hit him for a while and when he realizes what's happening he ran off fast and glared at Idia all the next day
I could say they're a switch couple but Lilia's more dom than anything so even when he's getting the D he's still in control of every little thing so yeah-
They both have a kink of hair pulling
Cock warming while gaming is a favorite of them
A few times they gave each other head under the desks
Degrading and praise is a usual dirty talk of these two with the color system in hand
One time Idia was streaming and Lilia was in the room and he was forced to watch his boyfriend strip tease him while he's trying to focus on the game and he quickly went on a safe spot and ended the stream after Lilia began to play with himself and doing a little show/tossing his undies at his feet and they fucked
They resenate to this song and you know it and why
Lilia would randomly text or talk to Idia in public in his type of sexy voice or sometimes do Idia's special nickname just to see Idia's reaction
Both watched porn together and jerked it together
#twisted wonderland#idia shroud#lilia vanrouge#lilia x idia#idia x lilia#two gay gamers#enby ex vet vampire bf#anxiety gamer bf#spicy ramen#later at least
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I know the characters which are yiddn I know about nina zenikâs sexy ester-hamalka Purim costume and ultra sweet hot pink manishewitz-and-vodka cocktails which knock everyone for six and I know about cassian andorâs five hour long pesach Seder that makes everyone Passover aggressive
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An other over the top ask, because you know me I love those.
Angie sets up a nice chill pottery art class! And the cutest subby boys like makoto chihiro and Shuichi shows up! Great!⊠however Miu shows up too (can be replaced by junko or I guess a ultra thicc celeste if you really are in a mood, her Kaede and miu are my go to girls for tease so it may be a bit repetitive) and they clearly arenât here for the art, but to boost their ego by teasing those 3 affordmention cuties to the death! Not only does she show up in a ultra revealing barely legal outfit that shows her massively plump and sexy body, but she went all in on accessories and makes sure her killer look is on point~ making loud dirty jokes, moaning as they shape massive dicks in clay, constantly making sure her fat massive tits are in the way and jiggling. counting how many times she can have any of the boy ruin their stuff by being unable to focus or cumming their pants.
All the while Angieâs frustration builds up as she keep a smile, her anger (and own horniness) builds up beyond any form of comprehensive word as she decides to gently ask miu to follow her to the storage room nearby leaving the boys time to maybe focus.
Once isolated (and after the usual miu taunt and teasing on how she donât give a f about what the small and flat Angie as to say and instead take selfies which tripples Angie frustration) the white hair artiste decides to use 0.0001% of her true powers (optional : massive growth of Angieâs size, muscle mass, thiccness mass, curves) and reveal the biggest most dangerous looking by FAR Polynesian (probably deity but shhh) FUTACOCK miu ever saw by FAR. What comes next is an utter DESTRUCTION of miuâs mind and body in submission with angieâs extremely pent up and agressive mind breaking body breaking sex, reshaping all her holes, smothering miuâs head and brain flat with that massive artiste ass as the futa use her as a sit for a wonderfull titjob, coating both outside and inside with cum until miuâs whole life is reshaped to be the horniest Atua nun ever~
Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!
For once, all Angie wanted to do was have a nice sculpture class. Invite some cute boys over. Share what she's knows. Just an actual chill time...
But then Miu had to drop and she knew from the get-go her plans were ruined. Wearing a pink, slutty looking lacey bra and jean shorts that went even past her thicc butt cheeks, added together with hoop earrings and copius amount of make-up, Miu showed up not to actually learn how to make something - but flaunt her looks and make the session nigh impossible to actually learn something.
Throughout the class Angie had to bear with Miu's crass tone 'and disrespectful attitude (especially when Miu entered by literally knocking Angie back with her thicc hips), wasting her clay by making terrible looking cocks and as for the guys? Well, with how Miu was pressing against their backs, fondling them through their pants, directly whispering in their ear sweet nothings - it wasn't before long when the room began to smell like spunk as they gradually creamed themselves or move to a secluded spot to 'sculpt' a particularly sensitive area of themselves...
Her class was ruined. The one time she just wanted to teach a normal class was gone. And her patience? Well, it was worn thin...as well as her tolerance for such a lewd figure in her presence. When she got the chance, Angie dragged Miu by the ear into the storage room and locked the door.
"You have made m-Atua, very, very, very displeased Miu! As such, I must take it to disciplining y-!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up Flatgie!! Can't you see I'm trying to take a good pic in this dump~" Miu dismissed her, angling her phone to take as many shots as she could with her breasts just barely keeping in her bra or her own jiggly ass. Her last mistake~
"...Very well. An on-hands form of teaching is required~" For a brief moment, a flash of light engulfed the room, blinding Miu for a bit. But when her vision returned?
Well, what could greet her but a vastly different Angie. Standing at eight feet tall was a painter. Her body was not only quite muscular, complete with an eight-pack of steel, she was also pretty curvy and voluptuous, with wide breedable hips, a bust that outdid Miu's twice over, plump, mischievious lips...
Oh, that's right! A 12-inch, dangerous looking, pre-cum dripping, musky, incredibly girthy, pulsing, tempting, delicious looking, bratbreaking, gigacock with a set of heavy, spunk-filled, balls that were just eager to dive into the biggest, naughtiest, crudest slut to service it with all their soul...and Miu hit all the right boxes~
She had dropped her phone and was looking at Angie in awe...and her dick in lust~ "M-mommy..." she whispered and Angie couldn't help but giggle at how quickly Miu became submissive! Stroking the blonde's chin, her grin turned very devious.
"Yes, Mommy, that's right! And do you know what Mommy has to do now...punish her naughty little whore~ For Atua's sake~" Before Miu knew it, Angie gave her a long, passionate kiss on the lips. All while her hands ripped off the inventor's bra, shorts, really anything that prevented her nude body from being present.
She wouldn't need them for a while anyway~
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"A-A-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!!! O-OH GOD!!!! I-IT'S SO BIIIIIIIG~ C-CAAAN FEEEL IT INSIIIDE MEEEEE~ H-HAAARDEEEER!! MOMMMYYYY HAAAAAAAAAARDEEEEER!!!!!" Miu, begged, letting out an unholy moan towards her, seemingly, more than holy dom. Lips slick back white from the cum she was guzzling down like it was nectar. Body dripping with filthy spunk and and sweat from just how vigorous her 'discipline' was. Eyes watering, legs barely able to hold together, a smile and glazed over gaze that was begging to get more 'punishment' from her new Mistress. One could easily see she was broken in.
It was a fairly simple process for Angie. Miu, as much of a sex braggart as she was, was also one of the most natural subs she'd ever seen in her life. It wasn't long before was on her knees, sucking the cream out of Angie's shaft and licking her tip like no tomorrow...and quickly enjoying herself as Angie proceeded to take the reins and just facefuck her to quickly put a damper on any clear thought Miu miiiight have still had in her~
Once she shot down a heavy load down the inventor's throat, Angie didn't let up and quickly pinned Miu down to enjoy soft titfucking from Miu's own milky boobs - and spraying the inventor more with cream that would get in her face and hair.
But Angie wasn't done yet. She couldn't be done yet after all~ No, it wouldn't be 'discipline' if she didn't put some good ol' respect for her peers into Miu now would it? And if that 'respect' required bending Miu against a nearby bench, shoving her giga futadick into her and then giving her the roughest, most mind numbingly great raw fuck of her life? Weeeeelll - that just how it has to be~
By next week's time, there would be a new 'nun' to attend Angie's services to Atua and insist with her new class for now on~ One whose appearance helped bring in loads of new, interested, people into her workshop...
And who would become a surprisingly eager 'vessel' for getting rid of 'sin' for those seeking a release and a better way of life that Ang-! Atua! That...'Atua', could give them~
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Out of curiosity... What are the clothing styles of The Bimbettes (from Beauty and the Beast 1991)?
That's easy enough to tell from the movie.
They always wear low-cut, bare-shouldered, short-sleeved dresses, with aprons that match their sleeves and hair ribbons that match their skirts, identical except for the colors. One wears red, the second wears gold, and the third wears green.
Whether they wear such revealing dresses by choice or because of their job is ambiguous. On the one hand, it makes sense that they would choose to dress that way to try to attract Gaston. On the other hand, since the girl in green is shown carrying a tray at one point during the song "Gaston," they presumably work as waitresses at Gaston's tavern. (Which would add another layer to their devotion to him â not only is he gorgeous, he's also their boss.) So they might be required to dress sexily to attract male clientele.
Of course in the 2017 live action version, their style is entirely different. The live action Village Lasses are seamstresses instead of tavern wenches, and instead of "sexy," their clothing style is "ultra-feminine and gaudy." All three wear pink dresses with white accents, and all three favor overly busy floral and polka dot patterns, lots of lace and ribbons, and ostentatious pink bonnets.
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