Funny how time flies right.
During lockdown I was just a mere girl entering high school oh the time passed now next year I'll be graduating from high school.
There are still many things I wish I had done, many things I wanted I have said, many decisions I shouldn't have taken.
It's funny how fast you grow in just 4 years.
I remember begging God for many things and after receiving them there was still a pain due to it yes there was happiness as well but it wasn't as satisfying as I imagined.
If I get a chance to redo will I do it?
trust me i never had this kind of pressure to study ever in my life. I'd be glad if someone leaks the paper by tomorrow or it actually comes that easy. This shit is terrifying as hell fr fr
i saw your post about unrequited feelings. i hate it when im so desperate for someone and they just dont give a shit. i hope you find someone thats good to you
Thank you it means a lot and you shouldn't feel desperate at all, maybe that person who doesn't give shit at all isn't the one for you. You'll find someone better, someone who cares for you and is there for you and who'll truly love you for what you are.
PRIVATE SHOW // zoro x ace x law x f!reader! ft. sanji!
summary: working as a performer in a club, you find that a small group asked for a private show. it's not in your morals to get intimate with the patrons, but your own desperation was something you couldn't ignore.
as a performer, endless unexpected events occurred and it was something quite typical to experience. but what held in store for you tonight was beyond anything you'd dealt with before.
intimacy, desire, indulgence, and cash.
lots of cash.
the first hours of the night shift were a hysterical frenzy. various aristocratic men arrived in droves, crisped bills stuffed into pockets or briefcases.
this particular venue was not like the ordinary dark and somewhat decrepit locations you were used to - it was pleasantly elegant, something refreshing that you appreciated with widened eyes.
the grand stage was shrouded in red drapes, hazed in gold from the spotlights that left glittering pools on the varnished wood of the stage. burnished metal poles stood onstage and around the floor of the room, standing like regal totems.
the club itself had two levels, the ground floor held the stunning stage and carpeted paths. this level was for performances on and off the stage, small tables with chairs of crimson leather and gold stitching sitting sporadically across the red carpet.
the top level was meant for more gracious and willing patrons - only the most affluent men received a designated space there. it was quite an intimate space, small private rooms holding past secrets locked away in memories.
as you were preparing for your performance backstage in your personal room, a knock on the door grasped your attention.
"good evening," your manager greeted coolly, dark fabrics clutched conspicuously in his palms. "i apologize for the late notice, but we're changing accoutrements for your set."
the door clicked shut softly as you rose from your seat, gracefully accepting the silken clothes as you admired their gentle, velvety textures. "thank you, mr. vinsmoke."
"of course, my darling," he spoke smoothly between a cigarette clutched in his pearled smile. "don't be shy, try it on."
your lips upturned into a small grin as you began clothing yourself in each piece of the ensemble. a delicate black laced halter brassiere fit snugly to expose your cleavage, a small dark heart charm connecting the lace at the base of your neck. thin slivers of silk wrapped around underneath, accentuating your waist.
the silk of black panties fit taut on your hips, the style reminiscent more of shorts than panties themselves. but the chef d'oeuvre was the intricate lace garter that enveloped your waist, connecting to thick straps surrounding your upper thighs.
you stood placidly before the mirror, admiring your reflection and the way the accoutrement complimented your body so elegantly. each exposed section allowed your skin to shine through, intimately presenting yourself yet allowing curiosity as to what hid underneath.
"you look incredible, as expected," sanji spoke as his eyes trailed along your curves meaningfully. "i chose this ensemble specifically for you. that body is a delicacy and it should be portrayed as such. but just one more thing."
he sauntered to the closet without another word, scouring for a pair of pumped gladiator heels to add finishing touches. "please sit, i can assist you with these."
you lowered onto the soft crimson fabric of the chair, thighs spread gently as he kneeled before you on the soft mahogany flooring. his touches were light and intentional, flirting with the intricate straps as he allowed them to slither around your calves like serpents.
sanji was always so gentle, so willingly careful. you appreciated the way he complimented, praised, and drank in the sight of you like a fine wine - much different than the past managers you've had.
"all done," he spoke as hot, white smoke dispersed between his speech. "you are my work of art."
"i appreciate it, mr. vinsmoke," you murmured, being slightly distracted from the feel of his thumb grazing along the smooth skin of your knee.
"of course, my darling," he responded in intentional suave. "now, your performance is going to be a little unconventional. rather than onstage, a few men asked for a private room. it's in room 3A."
3A - it represented the highest status, and who knows how much money they had to pay to access it?
"how many?" you quieried, it was nothing new for men to request a private room, especially with you.
"just three, and it has since been prepared." sanji huffed his cigarette cradled between delicate fingers, the smoke escaping hotly onto your bare thighs. "drinks have been distributed, and you have about five minutes to prepare if you need to."
your hand grasped his, the feeling of appreciation enveloping your thoughts. you had to admit, you were quite lucky with such a congenial manager like sanji. "thank you."
"i figure that this will be more lucrative than an onstage performance. but please do call if you experience any issues," sanji spoke as he approached the door. "you know where to find me."
the door creaked shut, the silence enveloping the forefront of your thoughts as you attempted to mentally prepare. curiosity couldn't help but make itself known, the question of: what would happen in that private room?
it wasn't atypical to work private shows, but you had never performed for such wealthy, high-status men. it was a bit unnerving, but the excitement of the unknown kept your heart fluttering in anticipation.
the thought of being seen so intimately, dollar bills handed to you as a form of appreciation and wonder - it was so intoxicating. you wondered selfishly: how attractive would they be? would they touch you?
you shook off the thought, as bringing personal desires into a professional setting was not something to be indulged.
one deep breath later and you rose from your seat, heels clicking on the dark mahogany as you exited. you followed the glimmering path of floor spotlights, the trail of red carpet leading you up the staircase to the second level.
each step felt heavy and slow, your delicate heels greeting the floor as your heart beat in a frenzied manner. your hand trailed the smooth marble of the banister glossily, moving intentionally leisurely.
before you even realized, you found yourself standing before the tall wooden doors of the private room - 3A. golden handles were adorned with swirled indentations, a trail of gentle lights surrounding the frame.
you allowed your eyes to flutter shut for a few seconds, soothing the anxious anticipation of what was to come. you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratification - the idea of being alone with men so willing that they'd pay any sum of money to watch you perform.
your soft knock on the wood resonated into the room, a few seconds of profound silence enveloping your mind and hazing your thoughts.
the door clicked softly, swinging open to reveal the lengthy frame of a man in dress slacks and a dark button up with a tie preemptively loosened around his neck.
"good evening gentlemen," you greeted with a soft grin, stepping into the room that was vacant except for one sensually red colored couch before a small stage, two small mahogany side tables standing on each side.
several glass bottles littered the surfaces, including some of the finest rum, whiskey, and sake that money could buy; ones so obscurely expensive that it had simply impressed you.
the raised platform before the couch held the glimmering metal of a pole that extended into the marble ceiling. the room's atmosphere was similar to that of the main room, gentle glitters of gold accents and carved marble decorated the walls with light tracing along it.
"it is a good evening, isn't it?" one male with longer, slicked dark hair spoke tantalizingly. the unbuttoned light citrus-toned shirt he wore accentuated his chest that was peeking through, even more so as his elbows pressed into his knees.
"especially now that you're here," the brawny man beside him with emerald-toned hair added, though his dress shirt was already completely undone.
the man who welcomed you inside took his seat in the center of the wide couch, leaning back lackadaisically. his hair was much shorter, jet black to match the tattoos dancing along his forearms and veined hands.
"oh, how rude of us," the male in the pale tangerine shirt spoke cordially as he swirled a small glass of whiskey between nimble fingers. "let us introduce ourselves. i'm ace, lovely to meet ya."
"zoro," the emerald-haired man on the side added, raising two fingers in greeting. each movement of his wrist brought glimmers of light to shine along the heavy watch that wrapped profoundly around it. "the richer one," he commented with a sneer in willing cockiness.
"and law," the man in the center stated unperturbed, his presence feeling much more imperious than the others shown through his indifferent tone.
"nice to meet you all," you spoke pleasantly, moving to stand before them to allow their gazes to better wander your body. each movement was crucial to allow a more lucrative turnout, something you'd learned through experience over the years. "i'm y/n."
"we know," zoro spoke as his legs crossed, fingers flirting with the watch adorning his wrist. "we spoke to your manager personally to request you."
"you look even more incredible in that outfit," ace added before taking a hefty sip of dark liquor. "sanji's a man of his craft."
you thanked him, a small hesitation of silencing enveloping the space as only the bass from the lower level resonated faintly. your eyes glimmered between the men before you, trailing each muscle and feature.
they seemed so effortlessly enigmatic, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. there was a sense of endless confidence shared between them all, prompting you to wonder: how far would they go?
as your thoughts faltered, you unconsciously bit your lip - catching the unfalteringly observant attention of law.
his voice rang out lowly, brashly. "it's enticing, isn't it? dressed so exposed in front of us all alone, it must make you crave something more."
your pulse stuttered, taken aback at such an obscure comment, especially one that made you just feel hot. but what prompted a flood of lust was not his words, but his domineering tone that melted wetly in your ears like syrup.
"hm," you nodded, stepping coquettishly onto the stage before them, moving hypnotically and purposefully. "maybe that is something i want. but you'll have to prove to me that you're worth it, won't you gentlemen?"
before any of the beleaguering men could comment, the soft crescendo of music enveloped the room to signify the outset.
your hand had only just greeted the width of the pole as zoro set a crisp bill on the side table, the faint number of 100 able to be seen in the dim light.
your lips upturned slightly, focus returning to your motions. one kick of your heel along the stage brought you to spin, reminiscent of a ballerina in a music box.
the men watched in sharp cognizance, drinking in the sight of your movements like intoxicating liquor. the way your body maneuvered to hang from one knee as your back arched was alluring, prompting more and more cash to stack in a small pile along the side table from each of them.
your legs spread as you hovered from one arm, twisting and flowing to return upright as your muscles flexed and stretched with each maneuver. they were simply mesmerized, thoughts instinctively flickering with lust.
"how much for something more?" ace interrupted abruptly, a wide smirk spreading across his face.
you paused, allowing your heels to greet the ground of the stage. "something... more?"
"you know what we mean," zoro added, leaning forward menacingly to press his elbows on his broad knees. "why don't ya come on down here?"
a moment of hesitation passed, feeling as though it lasted minutes while you monologued internally. it's not in your morals to indulge with the men you perform for, but how bad could it be? especially with men so alluring, so willing to hand over any princely sum of money to sink into their lustful desires with you.
you found yourself stepping offstage, positioning before the couch to give them a sweet smile in feigning innocence.
it was like you were a woman possessed, moving with no level of thought - possessed by your own yearning, greedy soul.
"how much are you offering?" you smirked slightly, glimmering eyes addressing ace.
without a word, ace reached beside the couch to reveal an elegantly stitched leather briefcase, something you hadn't noticed upon entering.
one click revealed stacks upon stacks of bills, making your eyes widen and gleam brightly. he gripped several banded piles, spreading them before you flauntingly.
"how's about 3 grand, pretty girl?"
your heart might've just stopped. in all your years of performing, that sum of money had never been offered in one sitting. sometimes it took weeks to pocket that much, no matter how often you worked.
despite the immorality of how you were earning it, it was impossible to turn down. you'd put on one hell of a show for 3 grand.
"mm," you murmured sensually, intentionally playing it off as if that 3,000 were nothing to you. "that may do. any requests?"
not a second of silence passed before law interjected, "you're a skilled performer, yes?"
you nodded politely, tilting your head in slight confusion: what was he getting at?
law's rough hand snaked behind your upper thigh, gently pulling you closer as his touch wandered along the straps of your garter. "how about you put on a nice show for us, make a mess of yourself in front of us on that stage?"
"or if ya prefer," zoro slid closer as he peered up at you from his seat, his calloused palm grazing your lower back and leaving chills in its wake. "we could do it for you."
ace rose from the crimson-tinted couch, positioning himself behind you as one brawny arm enveloped your waist. each of their touches along your body brought heated goosebumps, lighting the fire in your chest.
law readjusted himself on the couch, his knee pressing between your thighs hotly. ace, understanding law's cues, pushed you forward just slightly, far enough for law's muscular thigh to slide further directly against your cunt.
"desperate, huh?" law commented lowly, minuscule hints of a smirk pulling at his lips. "you're already throbbing."
zoro began to leave gentle kisses along your waist, fingers toying with the delicate lace enveloping it. "maybe 'cause ya like what we're doing to ya?"
ace's hips pushed against yours, the tense feeling of a bulge in his dress pants making itself known. each movement he made brought you to grind slowly on law's thigh, who was leaning back carelessly and enjoying the sight before him.
"or rather," ace murmured against your neck, the faint smell of liquor on his breath and dark bergamot cologne enveloping your senses. "what we're going to do to you?"
a stifled moan left your lips as your hips moved back and forth along law's thigh, each movement leaving a burning sensation in your swollen clit. zoro's touches moved to your brassiere, flirting with the elegant straps and sliding them upwards, exposing your bare chest to their lustful gazes.
zoro gripped your breast in his rough palm, ace's hand enveloping your other, both of them reveling in the feeling of your smooth skin against theirs.
"god, her nipples are so hard," ace called out in impression as his fingers began to hyper-focus their attention, rolling your bud between them. your soft whines of satisfaction filled the room, echoing in the vacant space.
"won't be long before she starts fucking beggin' for it, huh?" zoro spoke against your skin, his soft pants leaving slithers of goosebumps as he began to swirl his tongue around your nipple.
law, who was still leaning back against the couch, was running his palm against the profound bulge pressing against his dress pants. "good thought, zoro," law murmured as he fumbled with his belt, ripping it out of the loops before he unzipped his pants. "why don't you beg for us, darlin'?"
ace and zoro followed suit, undoing their own zippers hastily as you groaned from law's thigh pushing even harder against your throbbing cunt.
"fuck, i- i want it," you mewled shamelessly as your eyes flickered between each of the men. you couldn't help but feel your pulse stutter - the sight of their throbbing cocks literally surrounding you made you so hot.
"get on your knees," zoro commanded against your neck raspingly. you kneeled along the red carpet before law, whose eyes were trained on you like piercing crested daggers.
zoro and ace on each side of you began fisting their throbbing cocks, attempting to soothe the pulsing feeling. your gaped lips greeted ace's, your tongue softly painting wet lines along the tip before you switched to zoro's.
both of your hands enveloped their cocks, dragging along the lengths as your saliva dripped along their tips that were pressed on your lips. law's hand fisted along his own, tense expressions growing on his face as he gazed on the lewd sight of your submission before him.
"open up, pretty girl," ace murmured as his hand grazed your cheek, his cock pressing into your open throat. his grip enveloped your neck tensely as he began thrusting his hips into your soaked mouth, your choked groans driving each man mad.
"god, get the fuck up here," law murmured as you found yourself thoughtlessly positioning on his lap, zoro and ace kneeling along the couch on each side of you.
zoro took no hesitation and pushed his cock into your gaped mouth, his hands keeping your head still as he fucked your wet throat relentlessly. law's hands grazed along your chest, fingers softly flicking your nipples and making you moan, muffled by the entirety of zoro's cock choking the sounds.
your hips mindlessly began grinding against law's lap, the desperation of chasing your own pleasure possessing you. ace's hands enveloped your waist and began moving you back and forth, dragging your cunt along law's pulsing cock.
"fuck, you look so goddamn pretty choking on his cock," ace muttered as his arms flexed harshly, forcing your hips into harder motion and making you whimper pantingly as your mouth left zoro's dick.
"bet ya like bein' treated like a fuckin' slut," zoro muttered hotly.
ace wrapped his brawny arms around your waist, pulling your back onto his chest as he sat back on the couch. "law," ace called out, a nod coming from the tattooed man.
the way they knew each other's cues so efficiently and moved as if they were one - it kept you on your toes, the mysteries of the unexpected keeping the flame in your chest lit.
law's hands grazed your thighs, pushing them open as he smirked, eyes trained on the dark spot coating the silk of your panties. gathering the fabric, he pulled harshly on it as it dragged along your cunt repeatedly, making you cry out from the sensation.
zoro stood by your side, his hand running desperately along his cock as he groaned out low mewls.
"fuck this," law muttered in slight irritation, the sound of fabric ripping enveloping your ears and shocking your thoughts. before you could process that he'd completely ripped your panties, his fingers pressed fully into your cunt with no warning.
you whined loudly, law's forearm flexing harshly as he curled his fingers over and over, pressing against your g spot. ace's fingers toying with your nipples sent you reeling with pleasure, the massive stimulation keeping your mind completely thoughtless.
ace's hand rubbed against your clit, making your frame stutter in his arms. a hard slap greeted your clit, again and again and again - small tears formed in your eyes, the pleasure burning in your legs and making them shake.
"god, so wet, huh? gonna cum?" law spoke through a smirked grin, the sight of your full submission fueling his ego. "say 'yes law'."
"yes law!" you whimpered out, his hand fucking your cunt unforgivingly and making you shake erratically. the blinding buzz of your orgasm washed over you, your cunt tightening and pulsing as ace slapped your clit over and over.
"she's fuckin' squirting," zoro groaned out impressively as his moans quickened from his hand fisting his cock. "wouldn't expect anythin' less from a pretty lil slut like you."
law's hand was drenched in flicks of liquid, dripping onto the couch and forming a small pool. your panted groans drove them mad - they just had to be inside you.
"god, switch," zoro called out desperately, law moving to stand by your side as zoro kneeled on the couch and threw your shaky, useless legs over his shoulders.
zoro's cock pressed into your cunt, your whines from the pressure melting through his ears. he sweetly kissed the inside of your calf that was resting on his shoulder, allowing a second for you to adjust to his cock that was stretching you out.
ace's hand fisted his cock beneath you, his tip pressing coquettishly against your other entrance. "wanna get filled up, pretty girl?"
"yes, yes," you muttered, only egging him on. ace spit abruptly on his hand, rubbing it along his throbbing cock before he pressed it in, the immense pressure making you cry out loudly.
the slow, synchronous movements of their cocks made you whimper out, "more, please more." the desperation was hitting you like a ton of bricks, your soul overtaken by the need to wring out every orgasm possible.
ace's arms around your waist tightened their grip, his hips fucking into you at the same time as zoro grasped your thighs, spreading them apart and thrusting into you relentlessly.
"fuck yes, ya look so fuckin' hot takin' both of us," zoro groaned out raspingly. "our little slut."
the pressure was driving you mad, zoro's cock pushing repeatedly against a sensitive spot, the wet sounds spilling out lewdly. "i'm too full, i can't take it," you whined pantingly.
"oh?" law interjected brashly. "not quite." he moved to stand closer, fisting his cock before your face. his grip around your jaw brought your neck to crane towards him as he shoved the tip of his cock into your gaped mouth.
the drips of precum on his tip mixed with your saliva and spilled down your lip, more so as he thrusted slowly into your throat. your moans were choked and muffled from law's cock fucking your gaped mouth unforgivingly.
you were completely filled up.
it was so enthralling, being used as a fuck toy for such affluent men and for three grand - something your greedy soul lusted over.
all thoughts were scattered in your brain, not a drop of consciousness was left as you took all three of their cocks at the same time.
your legs were stuttering on zoro's shoulders, nerves shocked from your last orgasm and buzzing through your skin. that same familiar feeling washed over you, the immense heat of your climax enveloping you.
"gonna fuckin' cum again?" zoro called out through a pearled smirk.
"god, she tightened up so much," ace muttered, his thrusts becoming sloppy and desperate. "cum for us, pretty girl."
you cried out loudly, muffled chokes stuttering through law's cock fucking your soaked throat. your body shook immensely, your nerves shot from the unending stimulation as you came on zoro's cock. it was euphoric.
"god, gonna fuckin' cum," ace murmured as he fucked his hips up into you fervently. "gonna take it?"
you mewled out desperately, law finally allowing you the pleasure of breathing as he pulled out his dripping cock from your mouth. the strings of saliva fell along your chin, slivering like a spider's web.
ace panted gaspingly, filling you with hot cum that dripped on his cock as he fucked you through his own orgasm.
zoro groaned at the sight of your cum drenching his cock as he pulled it out, his hand rubbing at a fervent pace along it as the wet sounds pervaded through your ears erotically.
"god you're so fuckin' hot, want me to cum on your pretty little waist?" zoro murmured hotly as his grip tightened harshly around your thigh.
"yes, yes," you mewled as you watched law and zoro drag their fists along their veined cocks, groans and pants filling the room and hazing the air.
law kept his thumb in your mouth, allowing it to fall gaped open as he pressed only the tip of his cock in your saliva-soaked mouth. law grunted lowly, eyes rolling back as spurts of hot cum fell onto your tongue and chin, dribbling down lewdly onto your chest.
zoro's head threw back as he came, flicks and strings of cum shooting onto your stomach as the men's pants enveloped your senses.
so much cum. there was so much fucking cum.
being used as a convent for their own desires, lustful fantasies satisfied from each and every orgasm.
zoro's arms enveloped your waist, allowing you to rest on the couch as fatigue throbbed in your fucked-out, overstimulated body.
ace reached into the elegant briefcase sitting on the side table, grasping three stacks of bills and collecting all the money they'd laid out for you earlier.
"all for you, pretty girl," ace murmured before he reached into the case a second time, pulling out another $1,000. "and just a little tip for good service."
"give sanji our thanks," law spoke between a smirk as he fumbled with the zipper of his pants.
nami usopp duo is like so under rated. not the underdogs sticking up for each other in desperate time when others be high ass strong asf to fight ππ
when he said thisΒ βI'm sorry but I honestly never had feelings for you, it isn't even about the studies I just haven't been interested in you.β i gave up hopes. Later on when he said sheβs an interesting person i thought this might the year i get together with him but he let his insecurities get better of him and said it would never work. And during ends of october he starts dating my friend. Didnβt my feeling matter?? was i not enough? didnβt i made u feel good about yourself? didnβt we argue for hours for how beautiful you are when you disagreed on that, was i just a desperate girl for you? the one time i take liking to a guy one time and this happens , i never believed in this stuff but you made was this your revenge on me? seeing you and her making me feel more worthless is that what you wanted? whatever we had did it never matter in your life...
It hurts it constantly hurts when you are treated like shitΒ constantly false accused even thoΒ its fake it hurts.
Its not the people I'm afraid of its the thought of what they think about me is something I am afraid about
Arenβt we too young to live up to expectations of the society
We are just some teens who are lost and are in desperate need of support
Is it too much to ask to stay, or believe in us
Is only written part or what society wants is accepted
What about the hidden talents which are yet to discover
What about the value of Life of us
Arenβt we too young to face this criticism
i wanto ride Taehyung's face so bad,,,,, like you cannot understand i wnat it so so osooo bad uhuhuhuguuguguh i want to cream on his beard and rub my clit on his nose as he plays with my boobszz ugugugg taetae bby also he has a thiccc tongue mmmm tongue fuck me bby pleaaase sir i will cum for you just give me your tongue
just imagine him telling his ugh i think he would love thattttt. like you confess that while two of you drink. be like i always wanted to ride your handsome face and he would be so down. he would lay down that second and make you gyrate against his face. ofc we want to swirl around that tongue too ughhhhhhhhhhz
i dunno wat is wrong with me i hate beards and oral sex but man that kim taheuyng makes me go another level
please add pics of taetae w/ beard and some oral fics with tae if you know any
ππ‘π’π‘π¬π π’π¨π¦ ! Six: stinky old carpet
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SUMMARYβ Almost every school has it's own "confession page", where the students submit their lovey-dovey long paragraphs of confession and your school was no stranger to that. Anonymously run by the infamous player and your usual popular guy of the school, Sim Jake, the admin himself was no stranger to getting loads of confessions to him. But what happens when the person he least expects sends in a confession? and that too is to him?
