#enjoyy

[shkoffu]

POV: You're a cashier in a (not so) convenient store.

(Possible AU? 👀)

10/10 disguises. They wouldn't know what hittem

BONUS DRAWING 💥💥💥

[hannieboyd]

“ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʙᴀʙᴇ?”

Pairings: semisub!felix x virgin!fem!reader | established relationship

Contains: +18, needy!semisub felix, virgin!reader, felix takes readers virginity, felix is lowkey a needy top, smut, established relationship, fluff, praise kink (sorta), felix cant control himself!

Sypnosis: telling your boyfriend you were ready wasn’t easy, for you or him. In fact he was even unsure at first, but when he started he couldn’t exactly stop.

**Semi Proofread**

He never wanted to rush you.

Hell, he was the one who suggested you guys take it slow when he first found out you’d never had sex with anyone.

So when you did tell him you were ready when you whispered it into his ear while he had you laid out under him—he blinked. like he had heard the words he’d been waiting to hear since forever. (which was sorta true) like he couldn’t believe you’d finally said it. You hid your face while he thought about it. He was never one for rushing something that wasn’t meant to be. Starting to doubt your words your mouth opened to apologize before he cupped your hips under his hands as he finally spoke back

“I’ll be so slow,” he breathed, kissing your jaw, your neck. “So gentle, i’ll be so fucking good for you.”

and he wasn’t lying, until the second he had you squirming under him, silently choking back tears as he slowly pushed into you, his mind went crazy.

The moment he felt how wet and warm you felt, how your hair slowly started to get messy as the pillow beneath you scrunched it up with each thrust, how he was the only one with the luxury of knowing how fucking good you felt taking him so well, the sweet and doting gentle boyfriend personality he but on? gone.

His whole body started jerking, hips twitching forward like he physically couldn’t help it.

“ ‘m sorry.. ” he muttered,

“I wanted to be—gentle. I was gonna be gentle.”

He sounded dazed. Wrecked. Like he was already on the edge and he hadn’t even been in there long yet.

You could feel him everywhere, the stretch, the pressure, the heat of his body pressing into yours. And Felix knew that. He kissed your temple, murmuring against your skin.

“You’re doing so good. Being so brave for me.”

And then, without warning, he pulled out halfway and pushed back in deeper — slower this time, but hard enough to make you gasp. His hands gripped the backs of your thighs, guiding them up, folding you just a little more.

“I know it’s a lot baby” he said while pushing his hair out of his face

“but I need to feel all of you. You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

His thrusts got deeper. Measured. His cock dragging slow inside you like he was trying to memorize every inch. He groaned when your walls tightened around him again, and now, he could tell hold back.

“Yeah, that’s it. Just like that look how we youre taking me, yeah?”

He was still in control, but barely. His breathing was heavier, his grip stronger. His thumb reached down between you while he spit and rubbed your clit in slow circles, watching how deep he went inside of you.

“You’re mine now,” he said quietly, almost like he was talking to himself. “No one else is ever gonna have you like this.”

When you started to fall apart, when your thighs trembled and your head tipped back, Felix held your face, kissed you through it, watched you closely as your high started to approach

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “cum for me, yeah? make me proud.”

And when he came, it was deep and slow, his cock pulsing as he buried himself in you, holding your hips so tight it that it made your breath stutter.

He fell apart over you as you guys finished.

his voice still dropped, warm and quiet against your ear.

“I’m never gonna forget this,” he whispered.

“you’re everything.”

[appleros3]

— all dolled up !

— cw : lowkey riddle x reader indulgent. implied that reader is into jfashion.

Yuu who dresses up head to toe for unbirthday parties. Imagine feeling overdressed at an event hyped up to be so high and strict only to realize everyone is wearing their dorm uniforms.

Not to worry though as you quickly gain attention from the local Magicam expert as he pulls you into his side to take a selfie. Cater’s grinning ear to ear about how fancy you look and how you’d make a great picture on Magicam.

As Trey gently prys you away to show you the table, you spot an empty seat with your name written delicately across the note as Clover pulls the chair out for you to sit in. Murmuring a few praises about how it’s refreshing to see someone who looks like they actually want to be here, just low enough so only you two can hear.

At the head of the table you see Riddle with a cup of tea in his hands, gently holding the porcelain with a soft shocked face until he smiles at you. Commenting about how polite of you it is to show up to the occasion properly dressed.

Imagine the prefect of all people showing up in special attire to one of his unbirthday parties, he quietly gushes to himself. Your hair is nicely done and your attire makes you shine against the surrounding scenery, my, how nice you look all dressed up.

Turning to look at Ace and Deuce you can see they’re both sharing the same expression of confusion and slight nervousness. What if you were overdressed? There’s probably something like that in the rules, astounded when you don’t get collared they quickly take up your attention and chatting with you. Mainly questions about your attire.

The next unbirthday parties you attend to, Riddle expects you to come dressed up much to the delight of everyone as you begin to feel more comfortable appearing around the dorm like so. It’s helps liven things up when someone is so outward and expressive.

Riddle silently gushes every time you come to a party, excitement bubbling inside him as he notes how you’ve done your hair this time, the folds of your clothes and dress shoes. You seem so shiny sitting there, it’s like the sun is casting a glow on you while he stares in awe. His cheeks warm into a smile as he picks up a conversation with you, making a note to have your seat placed next to his own for the next unbirthday party! He’s so excited for the next time you show up he’s already planning what to do for the next one, making special requests just for you and him.

— an : this was fun, feel free to request something! I’d love to yap with you guys about any thoughts you have!

[butteronabun]

possibly related to this

You witness city lights at night, and experience quiet chilly bus rides. You watch in shock as Season 13 characters appear in Season 21 of your life, and find yourself on post-credits scenes of your friends' love lives.

". . .Wake up. . .”

The bell rings when you visit the convenience store at 12, and you are pleasantly surprised at the previous bullies who benevolently share commute routes. The whirring of an espresso machine becomes music to your ears, and a small, local community sings you a happy birthday.

“my. . .”

Clicking of computer mouses flood your ears. A welcoming office meets your eyes. Sunlight peeks through the tree leaves as you saunter on a park filled with corporate types—

— And an epiphany in one cloudless night.

“Wake up, my sunshine.”

The dreams disappear when you flutter your eyes open. You don't know why, but everything feels so achy, but there's also the fact that you can feel that your body is grateful that you've finally rested after moving too much. You then gradually register that you were awoken by someone-and that someone is none other than Kyryll himself, who's kneeling beside your bed.

Oh.

You blink, and in a few seconds, your eyes adjusts—you can finally see Kyryll properly. Right. He has the keys to your apartment. You gave it to him since you love him. You have his apartment keys too because he loves you. And not only is he back from his class, but he's having that tender look as always. It’s the same, never-changing tender, loving look that’s only reserved for you.

You reach out to him, slowly. “Kyryll. . .”

“Mhm. Hello, my sunshine. Slept well?”

“Yes. . .”

“Good,” He smiles a little, and you cup his cheek. In return, he leans to your touch, and grabs your wrist with his long, soft fingers. Kryryll begins to smother your skin with small kisses. “I'm elated you are home now. It's quite unfortunate how we haven't seen each other in a while.”

“Ehh. . . ‘m busy.” is what you can say to him as of the moment.

He laughs, though it is limited. He lifts one brow.

“Too busy that my sunshine can't even find a free day to spend it with me?”

Dazed you sighs. A part of you sleepily thinks how handsome and charming he is. But also how needy he is. “I'm trying to. . .”

“You need it,” Kyryll tells you, before kissing your palm. “A small break, is what I mean. You have been working too hard.”

If it's Kyryll himself who suggests it, then it really is that serious now.

“s not enough,” is what you explain. Kyryll shakes his head in silent disapproval. You whine at this, “Mm. . . need to work harder. . . have dreams to fulfill. . .”

Kyryll listens as you ramble about your goals in life, even if you do it in such a sleepy manner. He continues to listen to you patiently, while rubbing and massaging the hand that's close to him. He then coos at you, very much endeared. "You have a lot of dreams in your life, hm? My dearest sunshine has goals to fulfill?”

You hum. “I need to work. Really hard, Kyryll.”

“Mhm.” Kyryll nods, understanding and accepting as always. “I know. That's why you're so, so good, mhm?”

The bed creaks when he puts a hand on the mattress to support himself, making himself rise from his previous kneeling position. He towers over your supine form, and brushes his lips between your eyebrows.

“But do not forget you're my dream too, my sunshine.” He pulls away - but still so so close. It’s beautiful how his hair smoothly cascades on his sides. “You ought to make it up to me next time. Can you do that, my dream?”

You just hum again.

Kyryll chuckles once more. He is very much endeared. “For now, I will take this.” He embraces you to him, and closes his eyes. He sighs, content. “I will take what I can get...”

[araneapeixes]

this is part of a one-page comic up on my Patreon but these panels were really the whole reason

[liz-the-ghost]

I want what these two have.. idc what it is (>∇<)

[donttouchmeillkillyou]

A once in a lifetime opportunity

[imbluejay]

Since I came out as trans, I’ve started to remember a lot of things I used to do that probably should’ve made me realize sooner, here are some!:

- I HATED the word maternal (even though I hope to be a parent someday) bc it was “too girly”, I always said paternal instead.

- When I was younger I wanted SO BAD to be simba from the lion king (specifically kid and teenager simba). I ALWAYS would listen to his songs and try SO HARD to mimic his voice

- All my self inserts were either trans or boys

- I also wanted to be Richard hunt and would always try to remake outfits I saw him wearing in pictures

- Would ALWAYS tried to play boy characters in every broadway show I was in

- I would always have at least one trans character in every story I made, for representation to show how much of an ally I was, not any other reason

- Always relating to trans characters/ headcanoning the characters I relate to as trans

- When I was rlly young I would always try to pee like a boy and convince ppl I had a boy part……

- I was always jealous of my brothers bc I was the only girl so femininity was pushed on me so I was not allowed to do a lot of “boy activities” with them

- I would pretend to be a boy on Roblox (honestly who didn’t at least once cmon now)

- whenever somebody misgendered me in video games or irl it was weirdly comforting and I would never correct them

- in fact, one Halloween when I was like 12-13 I was dressed like the hatbox ghost from the haunted mansion (a ride at Disneyland) so I was wearing a mask and a suit jacket thing. Because of this, somebody called me a “he”, which I, of course, didn’t correct. Then my friends corrected him. I cried lolll