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pairing: Harry Styles x physicist!reader

summary: NYC is welcoming one of the most famous physicist and things seem to look great. More physics in pop terms and more of the sweet couple. For some time.

a/n: part 2 of physicist! reader. im so excited for you guys to read it! again i am sorry if i butchered physics in here - i hope my notes were correct...

@celesteblack08

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY spotted in NYC today!

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hArrysbtch he didn't listen to Europe's prays, he can't leave America

harrysmoustache oh ive missed my husband SO MUCH

harrysmylife harries come on, what is his lockscreen?

⤷ hArrysbtch it looks like a building or something

⤷ harrysfan44 i think it's some old building, i posted the screenshot

⤷ scienceandharstyles it's one of the buildings on the Oxfords campus! Dr ysn has her lectures there

⤷ hArrysbtch so im assuming he has dr yn in front of that building, you can see a head on that lockscreen 😭

scienceandharstyles he can be there with Dr ysn! she said she had some open lectures in US!

⤷ harrysfan87 yes! imattending her lecture at NYU tomorrow! i can't wait

⤷ harrysfan33 and in three days she has a lecture with physics students at Colombia University!

meetcutesnyc 👀👀

⤷ hArrysbtch ohhhh, you know something

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harrynyc

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harrynyc I SAW HARRY AND YN TALKING WITH THE METTCUTESNYC GUY TODAY! and then dr yn snapped this photo for me 🫠

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harryupdates oh im following that account immediately!!!

hArrysbtch harry answering questions about his relationship??? it can't be...

⤷ harrysmoustache maybe he finally feels comfortable

⤷ user48 I hope she isn't forcing him to

⤷ hArrysbtch he's a grown-up man, ha can make his own decisions

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TikTok

The video started with a grey pavement and part of the road visible on the screen and two pairs of sneakers approaching the cameraman. Hard-core fans of Harry would recognise those pairs of shoes plus legs wherever they would see them, they couldn’t be mistaken. The colours of them were unmistakable, taking away the need to be rather invisible. Sneakers pacing right next to Harry were just as funky as his, but in more pastel shades. They were slightly unfamiliar to the fans, but considering the account posting the video could mean the only one person - Dr YN YSN.

“Excuse me, sorry to bother you,” started the voice behind the camera. “Are you a couple?”

Now, the camera was showing both of the faces. Harry’s partially covered by the navy hat and big sunglasses, and YN’s with a huge smile on her face. They both were wearing cosy outfits. A pair of Pleasing hoodies, shorts and high, white socks.

They both were interrupted mid-laughing. Harry slightly but seemingly tensed at the abrupt question thrown at him on the street of NYC, but immediately calmed down at YN’s hand squeezing his lovingly. He wanted to politely move forward, saying something like ‘yes, we are, but sorry we are expected somewhere near soon.’ But YN, his sweet YN, loved meeting and talking with new people. And he loved her for that.

“Hi! Yes, yes we are,” she answered with a smile, but just like Harry - didn’t stop walking towards their destination.

“Would you mind telling me a story of how you guys first met?”

“Oh, I know you guys!” YN exclaimed. “You’re the ‘meet cutes’ account on Instagram, right?”

YN stopped in her tracks, making Harry take a step back to join her.

“Yes, we are!”

“I love those videos. They are so sweet. Remember the one I showed you with that elderly couple?” With the last sentence YN turned to her boyfriend, a big smile on her face.

Harry nodded his head, mimicking her smile. There was no day when he could look at her without breaking a smile. She was such a ray of sunshine that shone over him and to him from the moment he first saw her.

“Go ahead,” Harry whispered to YN. “If you want to answer some of the questions, I’m okay with it. I know how much you love those videos.” He encouraged her.

YN looked at Harry longingly and with love spelled in her gaze. It wasn’t like he said that only for her happiness. They did talk about their public appearances, PDA, articles, her career, his career, fans, students, colleagues, professors. They talked about everything and came to the conclusion that those were their lives. Nobody should have decided for what they should and shouldn’t. It was their decision.

That was how they decided that they would talk with YN’s dean and ask for permission for Harry to be on campus. Of course, it was granted - YN being one of the best researchers and the best lecturer at Oxford, and Harry being dean’s daughter's idol since his One Direction days. It just worked in their favour and as long as he wasn’t distracting students AND staff (including YN) it was very much okay for him to be there. Then they talked with Jeff (after YN insisted on it, ‘he is managing your career, Harry. Of course we should talk with him,’ she said one day). He obviously was happy for Harry, teasing him for the duration of their meeting, asking to be the best man at their wedding ‘after all I am the one who planted a seed of curiosity in that imbecile’s head’.

“How did we first meet? Well, in person it was at our mutual friend's party, he introduced us to each other and the rest would be history.” She smiled at the end, gazing for a moment at Harry then back at the man, who asked the question.

“In person? Was there any other occasion?”

YN laughed and bumped her hip at Harry’s. “For me, the party was the very first time meeting him. I mean, my students talked about this lovely man all the time. I heard about him, I listened to his music. But the first time was at that party.”

“Have you met your partner earlier?” The question was directed to Harry.

“Not met, no. But my friend actually sent me a link to a video where she called me a God particle. I couldn’t let that slide and looked for her wherever I went,” Harry answered, face turned towards the interviewer but his eyes were on YN, looking at her beautiful smile.

“What were your first thoughts after meeting or seeing each other for the first time?”

YN sighed, “you go first. You’re better with words.”

“Uhm, after seeing that video I thought ‘how did she make physics seem so easy?’ and then ‘I’d love to see more of her.’ Just the way her passion for science beamed through the screen made me infatuated,” Harry longed. “Even though I'm very bad at understanding science.”

“But you’re learning!” YN interrupted him. “You now understand aspects that I teach, it’s very impressive.”

“Thank you, love. Uhm, but when I first saw her in real life I thought that ‘I need to talk to her. I need to ask about that God particle and how much of a responsibility of being one is upon my shoulders’.”

YN laughed, throwing her head back slightly. She loved when he was talking about that night.

“What about you?”

“When our friend introduced us I greeted Harry with the thing that I firstly thought, ‘I've never thought I’d meet the God particle.’ And thankfully he laughed and it seemed to work for us.” YN explained with a smirk.

“Now, could you tell me what is your favourite thing about each other?”

“Her passion," Harry answered immediately, not giving YN a chance to do it first. "Or either wanting to learn and understand more and to teach others about what she loves. Watching her take time to help her students, staying after hours and grading all those papers, being the inspiration to others, to me - to be better and share my passion and knowledge with others. Yeah, that’s my favourite thing.”

For his whole speech, YN was looking at her lover’s eyes trying to find that gleam that usually made her feel present and conscious in this fast paced world.

“You’re gonna make my cry! No!”

She hugged him, hiding her face in his hoodie. Harry embraced her body tightly, kissing the side of her head, murmuring ‘I’m sorry” and ‘I love you’.

After a few moments for YN to calm down, she stood straight next to him (one arm around his waist, wanting to be close to him), taking a few breaths in.

“My favourite thing about Harry is how deeply he cares and loves people close to him. It’s one thing being loved by him and a very much different thing seeing how his love is absorbed by his family. The way he showers them in so many different aspects of love is astonishing. It’s from mundane things like doing groceries to him driving to your house at night because you needed someone to talk to. I just love how he loves people in a poetic but human way.”

While watching that video people could tell how much those two loved and cared for each other. The way they looked lovingly at the other while they were talking said much more than a thousand words could describe.

“Final question, what do you look for in the future?”

“Woah, hard question,” YN started, placing her finger under her chin in a deep thought. “I think I look forward to spending more time with this guy. You know, just sitting at home and being around each other, sipping tea, holding cats and just being close.”

“Seeing her happy with who she is makes me the happiest. So I’d love to see that for as long as it lasts,” said Harry squeezing YN closer to him.

“Thank you guys, so much. What are your names?”

After Harry pointed at YN to tell it first, she introduced Harry and then herself with a little smile present on her sun kissed face.

“It was very nice talking to you. You really made my day. Thank you!” She said and went to squeeze the interviewer's hand.

“My pleasure. My sister became science obsessed because of the videos of you teaching. She’s 10 but started reading books about Physics for highschoolers,” said the man.

YN pouted, clasping her hands together in front of her chest.

“No way! That is so sweet! I’ve read some of the books about physics for younger kids. I’ll look over my library and just DM it to this account? Would that be okay? I’m sorry but I just love hearing about younger people being excited about science,” YN stumbled a little over her words, getting too eager about the subject.

“Yes. She would love it.”

“Fantastic. Have a good day!”

“Nice talking to you, mate,” Harry said, shaking the guy's hand.

While the camera was filming the couple walking away hand in hand, the voice could be heard from behind it, “that was the most nerve wracking interview I've ever done. But they were so cool.”

meetcutesnyc Physics connects people

my parents!!!!!!!

i can't believe that you bumped into them

'at our friend's party' is a nice way of saying that CHRISTOPHER NOLAN introduced you to each other

passion? being the inspiration? dr yn ysn is the IT girl

'i love how he loves people' 🫠🫠🫠

just the way he looks at her... he may think we do not see his eyes behind those glasses but i did... I did and there was a BIG NEON SIGN SAYING I LOVE YOU

you can see how much they love each other

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nyuniversity

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nyunicersity Because of the interest of Dr YN YSN open lecture, we are moving it to our main lecture room! There might still be some space for you! Come and learn with the infamous Dr YN YSN.

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yourinstagram Everyone is welcome!

harrystyles ❤️❤️

harrynyc Can't wait to attend it!

harrysfan44 finally the lecture I am wiling to attend!

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harrysfan44

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harrysfan44 Dr YN YSN at the beginning of the lecture. Later she did not stand behind the pulpit. She was walking around asking people if they understood everything, she answered questions. That was the best lecture I've ever attended. Now I understand the hype!

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harryupdates she is the best!

hArrysbtch I just love the person streaming this after dr yn ysn said it was okay to film her because she knows that a lot of people weren't let in the room

⤷ harrysfan44 yes! she even argued with our Dean to let people in if they were okay with sitting on additional chairs and the floor. she just wanted everyone to be included!

user34 was there any topic explained in pop terms??

⤷ hArrysbtch yes! she explained the moment of inertia using music idols and dispersion was based on One Direction breaking up

⤷ user34 what?! really?

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TikTok

“Okay, so anyone knows anything about dispersion?” Dr YN YSN asked the full to the brim lecture hall.

“Yeah, it’s a rainbow?” Answered one of the students.

“Well, not exactly. Dispersion is the dependence of the refractive index of the centre of the frequency of the light wave in the centre. One of the effects of the dispersion is the fact that the light of different wavelengths so different taint, dropping on the line of two centres at the angle different than zero, refracts at different angles. You can observe that when the white light is being refracted on prisms giving you the beautiful rainbow. All in all, what is the most important. Rainbow is not dispersion. Rainbow is the effect of dispersion,” YN explained quickly the topic, drawing on the blackboard the prisms and various colours. “Do you understand?”

The lecture room was silent. Strangely silent which made Dr YSN turn around quickly and take a look all over the room.

“Okay. What is not clear. Dispersion or prisms?”

“Prisms,” was said by most of the people.

“Yeah, they’ve just had a test on dispersion and failed on explaining the effects of it,” commented in rather rude tone one of the professors, causing Dr YN YSN to raise her eyebrows.

“Okay. Ehm, another chance to make you understand. Give me a band I can work with right now to explain it. Don’t be shy, you can scream it to me, don’t hold your hand up. I want to hear the answer.”

After a moment of whispers bouncing off the walls, one brave student spoke up, “what about One Direction?”

Dr YN YSN smiled and blushed slightly, looking momentarily at her left, right where Harry was sitting.

“I see what you guys are doing. I’ll work with the thing you gave me. Alright. Uhm, connections. White light is the band. One Direction, right? Right.” Dr YSN started with drawing the prism and one simple white line almost touching the border of the triangle. “Here we have their path together, right? No obstacles, they shine together. But then boom!” She aggressively drew the line towards the border, touching it. “2015 happened. They met the obstacle, the 18 month hiatus, isn’t that right?”

She turned around with a smile, making a room laugh and sneaking a glance at Harry who was putting his head in his hands.

“Okay. So when they met that 2015 it was their line of two borders, border one saying ‘stay together’ and border two saying ‘it’s time to move on’." She touched the spaces on the board to visualize what was being said.

"As white light reacts, it cannot have the same opinion which in our case is the angle of the way the light is dropping. So, it bounces off in different directions, becoming different colours. All in all. They were all one name, yes? White light equals one direction. After meeting the obstacle - 2015, so line of two centres - they are given different names - now blue, red, yellow, green, purple and so on. Do we understand it better now?”

DR YSN once more turned towards the room, leaving the drawing of the prisms behind her.

“We do.”

“Yeah, but that connection was uncalled for,” someone commented, making people laugh.

“Well, you were the one asking for One Direction. I gave you what you wanted,” YN laughed. “Alright, any more questions?”

she is the moment

i love that woman with my whole heart

she is beautiful, she is successful, she is smart, she bagged one of the sexiest man alive ICON

she is the icon, the legend, and she is the moment

another time I understand physics only because of Dr yn ysn and not my professors - but really covering the hiatus was uncalled for

thank you, Dr ysn!!!!

the way she smirked at Harry when commenting on the 2015 fiasco? Icon behaviour right there!

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drynysn

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drynysn Thank you to everyone who attended the lecture at NYU! It was amazing to see you all there! I cannot stress enough how unfortunate it was that some of you were not let into the room. I spoke up with the Dean, and we agreed on one more open lecture being held in two days. So if you still want to hear some cool facts about physics, cosmos, and more, come! I will be waiting and fighting for you to be let in!

ps. isn't it the coolest library?

ps2. This is the new account I will be using to post some little videos explaining some of the concepts in physics!

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harrystyles There is a beautiful woman covering some of the bookshelves. I am too mesmerised.

⤷ yourinstagram you cheeky 🫠

scienceandharstyles this is the best way to get into young people's hearts!

harryupdates I loved the stream! I understand so much and learn even more. Amazing as always!

hArrysbtch the way she was fighting the old man to let people in??? iconic behaviour!

harrysmoustache the impact this woman has! this account already has more than 500k followers!!!

⤷ yourinstagram it's craaaazzzy

⤷ drynysn wrong account... but it is crazy

⤷ hArrysbtch I LOVE HER

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harrystyles

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harrystyles NYC 2023

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yourinstagram Your support is all I need ❤️

harryupdates I lived to the day that Harry Styles posted a photo with his girlfriend

hArrysbtch yeah yeah yeah, you are in love (I am crying)

harrymylove NYC is looking god on you guys

annetwist Congratualtions you guys!

⤷ yourinstagram Annie! Thank you, xx

⤷ hArrysbtch what did harry do?

⤷ annetwist He's my son.

⤷harrystyles Thank you, mum ☺️

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drynysn

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drynysn Hello! Here are even more physics answers to questions you might have had throughout your whole life. Hope you enjoy it because I loved answering those!

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harrystyles Still no god particle, disappointing

⤷ drynysn Criticism accepted.

⤷ harrystyles Will there be a part 3?

⤷ drynysn Maybe. But still no Higgs boson.

hArrysbtch this is what I needed just before my classes

harrysmoustache she's doing her makeup and explaining quantum physics... she really is amazing

scienceandharstyles I will miss those lectures after graduating 😭

wired Oh, this is one of our best videos!

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY AND DR YN YSN spotted in Oxford today!

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hArrysbtch they are back!!!!!

harrysmoustache dr ysn has tattoos???

⤷ scienceandharstyles yes! she has multiple!

⤷ harrysmoustache she is even cooler, oh god

harrylondonboy it's a nice time of the year to take a trip to Oxford and bump into them

harrysfan39 the holding hands, the outfits, the camera???

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celebrityupdates

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celebrityupdates Is this the kind of pictures that the professor of one of the most prestigious universities in the world should pose for? This and more pictures of Harry Styles and Dr YN YSN are on our website, link in bio.

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harryupdates this is so sick and twisted, you should find some good lawyers

hArrysbtch you little bitches, this is invasion of privacy

harrysmoustache I remember the case similar to this, and the couple went to court and won. so prepare some money

harrysmylife fuck you, disgusting pigs

user47 absolutely not kind of pictures I'd think this good of a professor is part of!

user93 I don't like the picture (considering the role she has in young people's lives), and I don't like invasion of privacy.

harrysfan192 will that mean she'll get fired?

⤷ hArrysbtch they would be crazy if they even thought about it!

⤷ user92 there are different laws in different universities but I think they could do it

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a/n: do we live it as a mystery or should i start preparing part 3?

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles instagram #harry styles fake ig #scientist!reader #physicist!reader

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five-bi-five-mind · 6 months

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omg when halloween comes we’re gonna need a top!jj smut (ofc) where they dress up and r’s outfit is very revealing

they go trick or treating with henry and the rest of the bau, so jj has to keep her hands to herself. eventually henry goes to bed and jj finally gets her hands on r

you’re the person i can see writing this AMAZINGLY

Cute Costume

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 4k+

Summary: There are not many good costumes to choose from when you need to buy one last minute. Unfortunately for you, you're stuck with a very revealing one. JJ is loving it, though, and even if you have a party to go to, she's finding it hard to keep her hands to herself.

Warnings: fingering (r receiving); oral (r receiving); edging kinda; top!JJ, bottom!r; clit play; nipple play; praise kink; JJ has a thing for costumes I guess?

A/N: This is a little different from the request. I just kind of ditched the trick-or-treating with Henry idea for a costume party... but anyways I hope you enjoy!

“God, this is ridiculous,” you muttered to yourself as you twisted and turned in front of the mirror. Currently, you were squeezed into a much too short for your liking, Dorothy dress. The way you grimaced at yourself in the mirror as you took in the way the skirt of the dress stopped far too high up your thighs was almost comical. You tried to pull down at the fabric, but it still remained just as short as you suspected. “Oh god,” you groaned again as your eyes made their way to the massive amount of cleavage that was visible with the top of the dress.

Your eyes turned back to the other pile of outfits still waiting in their packages for you to try on. This was supposed to be the most modest one. Garcia picked out all of them, of course. And there weren’t even a lot to choose from to begin with. Not when Halloween was just a few days away. You hadn’t even planned to dress up, but Garcia decided to throw a last minute costume party and you couldn’t say no. Or, well, more like JJ agreed for you. And even with her party being semi-last minute, your costume planning was even more so. JJ had promised to go with you, but now it’s the day before the party and that still hasn’t happened. Why you thought Penelope would be a good alternative to costume shop with you, you didn’t know. All you did know was that you were seriously regretting that decision now. Apparently, when you said you wanted a cute costume, you two had very different definitions.

Still in your short, little Dorothy dress, you filed through the other bags of costumes you had yet to try. It seemed like everything else had less fabric— meaning it showed even more skin than you’d like. If you went out to look for more costumes would you even be successful at this point?

“Hey how’s it— oh my gosh!” Penelope peaked her head in the changing room that moment, cutting off her own question the moment she saw you. “That. Is. Adorable!” She opened more of the changing room curtain as she took in your outfit and suddenly you had the urge to cover your whole body.

“Penelope,” you hissed, “all of these costumes show too much skin!”

“Just wait until you have the leggings and the shoes…” she didn’t seem to be listening to your protests. “Oh, and the basket! It’s perfect, you look so cute.”

“No, nope, no.” You shook your head. “This dress is too short. We need to go back out and find something else.”

“I picked out the best I could find in the time we had,” Penelope pointed out. “So your only option is that one or to try the others.”

You looked back at the other options and thought it over. Part of you wasn’t so sure Penelope really looked for other costumes that fit your one request. There had to be something cuter… but then again the store was really cleared out. If you sent Penelope back out there for a second look she might come back with costumes you hate even more than the untried ones. Do you gamble for something better than this Dorothy costume or do you settle?

“Did you try the Harley Quinn costume? I think that’s a good one too.” Garcia was now going through all the others she picked for you to try. “Maybe that one is-“

“No!” You panicked. That one showed your whole midriff and the shorts seemed shorter than the dress is. Dorothy might be your safest bet after all. “This is fine,” you looked down at your dress and gulped. “I love the Wizard of Oz. Dorothy is great. It's very…” you gave Penelope a forced smile, “…cute.”

“Isn’t it?” Penelope beamed at you, obviously proud of her own choices for your costume. “You look great!”

And that’s how you got saddled with a costume you’d never in a million years guess you’d be wearing. Penelope did set you up with all the rest of the accessories. The stockings, the red shoes, even the basket with a small dog plushie that was supposed to resemble Toto.

Much like when you were in the store’s dressing room, it was a day later and you were now staring at yourself in the mirror with the same look on your face. The grimace was deep. You couldn’t imagine your wife’s whole team seeing you in this outfit and taking you seriously ever again. But then again, you thought about Penelope’s costume choice and you were a little relieved that you wouldn’t be the only one in an outfit you (and most others probably) would categorize as sexy. At least with Penelope’s sexy bunny outfit, she really knew how to wear it. It was perfect for her and she wore it with confidence. You, on the other hand, looked quite nervous and uncomfortable as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Sexy wasn’t really your vibe… especially in a public setting, but there’s a first for everything, right?

“Hey, are you almost ready?” JJ called from somewhere in the house. You couldn’t bring yourself to answer her, not when you were still stuck staring at yourself. Your mind was running through every possible back up plan you could think of, but there was no plan B for a costume change. The only options were excuses to cancel. Maybe you could say Henry was sick? But they probably knew he was with Will this weekend. What if you said you were sick? That wasn’t going to work and you knew it. JJ wouldn’t lie and she seemed like she really wanted to go to the party either way. Could you fake being sick to JJ? Maybe if you made it convincing… That wouldn’t work either. She would see right through you. You were screwed.

“Hey, is everything—“ She cut herself off when she came to a skidding halt in the middle of the bedroom. “Holy shit.”

You spun around so fast and your heart felt like it leapt in your throat. When your eyes landed on her, you froze much in the same way.

You had the same reaction that JJ did when you saw each other in costume. She was dressed as Supergirl and you didn’t think there was anything more fitting. Lucky for JJ, she had this costume ready so she didn’t need to shop. She looked so confident in it too, heroic even. There wasn’t a better costume. And it made her fifty times more attractive to you, if that were even possible.

Meanwhile, as JJ took in your short dress and the cleavage popping out from the top of it just right, her pupils were blown. She was practically salivating over how hot she found you in that outfit. Everything, in her opinion, complimented your body perfectly and all she could think about was getting her hands on you.

It was really unexpected for her, to see that this was the costume you went with. She really didn’t expect for you to agree to something like this, but she knew it was all Garcia’s doing. Thank god for Garcia, JJ thought as she took in the way the dress made your legs look.

“Wow,” JJ said with a heavy breath. “Look at you.” She suddenly was taking quick strides to where you were still standing frozen. She stopped right in front of you and her eyes dropped to your legs again before slowly dragging back up your body.

“Wow,” she sighed again. “This costume…”

“Ugh,” you groaned. “I know, it’s not really me.”

“It’s just very unexpected,” JJ said as she reached out and played with the frill at the end of your dress. “But not bad. Definitely not bad.” Her hands were quickly making their way under your dress. There wasn’t much of your thighs that weren’t exposed by the shortness of the costume, but JJ was making quick work to run her hands up what wasn’t shown.

“Hey- Stop!” You whined as you swatted JJ’s hand away. “It was all they had, okay?”

“Uh huh,” JJ hummed as her hands moved up the backs of your thighs. “It’s so… short.”

“Yeah, well,” you huffed, your hands bracing against JJ’s shoulders as she kept trying to practically grope you. She didn’t seem to care that you were trying your best to keep her from being all over you. “There’s not many options when you go looking for a costume the Friday before Halloween and you still want to look cute.”

“Cute,” JJ repeated as her hands kept creeping up your dress. You let out a gasp when her hands reached your ass and she squeezed, effectively pulling you completely into her body. “Cute isn’t exactly the word I would go with…” she trailed off as she leaned forward and kissed down your barely covered chest. You bit your lip and tried your best to pretend like this wasn’t having an effect on you, but the way she was groping at you and pressing her body into yours had you blushing.

“JJ…” you warned as her hands left your ass, only for one to return between your inner thighs. “JJ we have a party to-“

You were cut off with another gasp as you felt JJ boldly push your panties to the side with her fingers and press them to your clit. JJ looks up from where her lips were attached to your breast to see the flushed look on your face and the grin she gave you was nothing short of satisfied with herself for eliciting such a response in you.

Part of you wanted to roll your eyes, but the way JJ quickly began rubbing circles against your clit only made them flutter closed. Your nails dug into JJ’s shoulder as she pressed more firmly to your clit. “You know,” She whispered against the bare skin of the top of your breasts. “I take it back. You do look cute like this.”

She was being such an ass, but deep down you fucking loved it. Your hips barely moved against her as she kept playing with your clit, but she noticed and smirked even more at your actions. Your nails were digging harder into JJ now as she kept playing with you and you were sure your face was bright red from the way she was quickly working your body up. The fact that you were already so wet was embarrassing, especially when you had to leave at any minute.

JJ, on the other hand, was enjoying this. The way everything about that costume just made it so easy for her to get hands on you was just another bonus in her mind. She kissed your lips and you immediately melted into her. You could feel her smirking against your lips as you kissed her back, but didn’t even care with how she kept touching you. When she pulled back from the kiss, all too soon, her lips fell yet again to what was exposed of your chest and she trailed them down with kisses and bites that were almost rough enough to leave marks behind.

“What if we had a quickie before the party?” JJ’s voice was muffled by the way she had her head buried in your chest again. “I want to fuck you in that dress.”

“JJ!” You finally had the sense to stop her from all that she was doing. “We don’t have time for this!” You pushed at her shoulders now and her fingers stopped.

“So?” She said, looking up at you with the biggest pout.

“You know how I feel about being late.” You took a step back on shaky legs, trying to regain composure and pretend like the ache between your legs wasn’t tempting you.

“Come on,” JJ whined. “You can’t tell me you’re good to go to the party now after—“

“Yes, we’re going now.” You didn’t want her to finish that sentence. She was going to break your resolve so fast if she kept looking at you like that. And you really did hate being late.

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For someone who had such a serious life or death job like JJ, she really could be such a child. The way she sat next to you in the car, pouting the whole way, was ridiculous. You couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes every time you looked over at her. She was also sure to let out very loud huffs any time her hand slid up your exposed thighs while you sat and you managed to swat it away.

You had hoped that once you got to the party, JJ would be distracted enough by other people to stop being fixated on your costume. You were so wrong. If you were talking to someone across the room, you could still feel her eyes on you. Or more specifically, on your legs. Even if she was in a conversation with someone else, she was still frequently trying to check you out.

When you were near her, she somehow was able to sneak subtle touches or just flat out grab your ass when no one was looking. It had you blushing like crazy, but no one seemed to notice. Lucky for you, you thought.

All of JJ’s grabbiness did annoy you, but not because she was doing it necessarily. If you told her to completely keep her hands off she absolutely would. No, it was annoying you because it was reminding you of that unsolved ache between your legs that you chose to leave with. The more she touched your thighs, the more you squirmed and then that reaction just fueled JJ even more. It got to the point where you tried your best to stay on one side of the party with other friends while she stayed on the other. But that only worked for a while, as she kept trying to gravitate towards you.

At one point, she wasn’t paying attention to the path in which she “naturally” tried to move towards you. She took a few steps backwards in your direction, hoping to land next to you, as she kept up the conversation. Only with this attempt, she took too far of a step back and bumped her back into yours.

“Oh shit!” She exclaimed and you turned quickly to see that her actions had led her to spill her drink all over the front part of her costume. Part of you wanted to say that that was what she got for teasing you so much in public, but you held back. When she looked down at her wet clothes and back up at you she was wearing this helpless puppy kind of expression and you knew what she was going to ask before she even said.

“Will you help me get cleaned up?” Her eyes didn’t show any ulterior motive. You looked at her for a moment before sighing.

“Okay,” you gave in. “Come on.” You pulled her to Penelope’s bathroom, effectively missing the victorious grin that JJ had as she followed.

In the bathroom, you immediately knew where Penelope kept some towels so you went shuffling in the right cabinet for them. Bent down and sifting through your towel options, you were completely unaware of JJ creeping up behind you. That is, until two hands again grabbed your ass.

“Oh my god!” You jumped up and spun around. “We’re in Penelope’s bathroom!”

“So?” JJ gave you a guilt grin. “You just look so good in that outfit.” She took a few steps closer until there was barely any room between the two of you.

“There’s people outside.” You poked a finger in her chest, trying to talk some sense into her.

“We can be quick and quiet.”

“You’re all wet,” you pointed out. “You’re going to get me all wet too.”

“That’s the plan,” JJ beamed and you just rolled your eyes at that.

“You’re insufferable.” You swatted at JJ again, but she didn’t seem deterred. Her eyes were back to being glued to your breasts and the way the corset of the dress pressed them together just right.

“I need to touch you.” Her voice was low this time and the way she said that wasn’t cocky or whiny or anything other than just hungry. You gulped at this shift and your eyes met JJ’s again. Her pupils were yet again blown and you watched as her eyes dragged from your chest down to your legs. She took another step closer, one of her hands trailing down your body until it reached your legs. Her nails slowly dragged up the exposed skin of your thighs until they reached your dress, but that didn’t stop her. Her nails kept dragging up with the fabric of the dress coming up with them.

“Let’s get out of here,” you said breathlessly, not really processing that you said it at all.

“Absolutely,” JJ agreed eagerly, her hand already tugging you out of the bathroom.

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If you thought the drive to the party was bad, this was way worse. JJ’s hand stayed high up on your thigh the whole time you drove and she didn’t miss the way you squirmed under it. Her eyes were also locked on you. The way she looked at you had your heart rate increasing too and, if you were being honest, just this alone was making you wet.

You fully expected JJ to drag you into the house and throw you onto the bed, but to your surprise she walked rather calmly to the door. It was when the door shut behind you that she did finally pounce. “Oh my god!” You yelped as JJ pushed your back against the front door and immediately fell to her knees. Her arms were hooked around your thighs in no time and her face immediately buried between your legs. Before you could even process it, her lips, tongue, and teeth were on your inner thighs and you were scrambling to grasp at something for support.

You settled for the edges of the door frame as one of JJ’s hands snakes up your thigh and pulled down your panties. Immediately after that you felt her tongue take one long lick of your folds. Your nails dug into the woodwork of the door and you whimpered the second she repeated her actions.

Good thing Henry was at Will’s, you thought as a full blown moan left your lips the second JJ’s tongue met your clit.

“Fuck,” JJ mumbled against your pussy. “I’ve been dying to taste you all night.”

“M-mhm,” you mumbled as your eyes fell closed. The way she was lapping at your clit already had caused your thighs to tremble slightly. She was wasting no time in working you up the way you were before leaving for the party. But this time you weren’t going to tell her to stop.

Except, after another minute she did just that. You huffed and looked down, only to see JJ give you yet another smug grin as she peaked her head out from under your dress.

“Not yet,” she taunted before getting up. Her hand immediately reached for yours and pulled you to the bedroom. You reluctantly followed on shaking legs. When you reached the bedroom, she pushed you down onto the mattress with surprising force.

You looked back up at her to protest only to stop when you realized she was stripping in front of you. No matter how many times you saw JJ, it never got old and you immediately blushed when she caught you staring.

“You look so fucking hot in that little dress,” JJ praised as she fully undressed. “But I’m going to want to rip it off you now.” She stalked towards the bed until she reached the foot of it. Slowly, almost like a predator hunting its prey, she crawled onto it and over to you. Her hands grabbed at the ends of the dress, pulling it up slowly. Blue eyes never left yours as she pulled the whole dress off you and you let her. With your panties already off and somewhere in the hallway, you were left completely bare now.

JJ tossed the dress somewhere in the room and immediately fell onto you with her lips attaching to yours. “It’s so fucking hard,” she said between kisses, “to keep my hands off you when you look so good.” Her lips pressed harder and harder to yours and soon you had parted your lips for her tongue to invade your mouth.

Arms wrapped around her waist so that you could pull both your bare bodies together. The way she slightly rocked herself into you had a small whine fall from your lips. Her tongue was busy running along your own as her nails yet again dragged down your body until they got to your thighs. She slowly parted your legs even more under her before circling your clit.

This time she only did that for a few seconds before moving her fingers further down to circle your entrance. Her lips left yours and moved back to your chest, only to leave actual marks this time across your breasts. When her teeth clamped down onto one of your nipples and pulled slightly, you hissed. But that hiss quickly turned into a loud gasp as, without warning, JJ entered you with two fingers up to her knuckles.

“Oh god,” you cried as her fingers didn’t even take a second to set a fast pace. She was putting her whole body behind the way she pulled her fingers out almost completely only to slam them back in.

“That’s it,” JJ cooed after releasing your nipple. “That’s my good girl.”

“Fuckkkk,” you groaned as she fucked her fingers up into you. She wasn’t wasting any time and it felt like both a blessing and a curse. The rough way she was fucking you wasn’t something you expected or prepared for, but god did it feel so fucking good.

With your arms around her waist, you held her impossibly tighter as both of you practically shook the bed with how hard she was fucking you. You tried to keep up, fucking yourself on her fingers with each time she pumped them back up into you. With the way she had been teasing you all night and how she had played with your clit off and on, you were already getting close.

JJ knew it too and she started to whisper praises in your ear as she curled her fingers inside you. “You’re taking my fingers so well,” she purred. “I need to feel you cum on them, baby.” She pumped her fingers even harder into you and you couldn’t stop yourself from crying out.

“Cum for me,” JJ continued. “Cum all over my fingers.” And you did with a pathetic whine. JJ helped you ride out your orgasm, slowly as you came down from it.

After a moment, JJ’s body relaxed on top of you and you felt a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Holy fuck.” You let out a breathless chuckle. “All that for some silly costume?”

“You looked really hot in it,” JJ said, grinning down at you. You just rolled your eyes and started to lift your hand to swat at JJ’s shoulder. Only, JJ caught it mid air and pinned it back to the mattress with impressive speed and force. “But we’re not done yet.”

And she really meant that. At some point in the multiple hours of JJ enjoying your body, you had missed a text from Penelope. It seemed you had totally forgotten to say goodbye when you two hurried out of the party. But from her text it seemed like she had a feeling this was how it would go. You just knew you weren’t going to hear the end of it the next time you saw her…

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howlin' for you ; Kai Anderson x reader

summary: Winter throws a Halloween party, Kai dresses up as a werewolf, and “hunts” you, one of Winter’s hotter friends. How cute, you dressed up like a cat for the party. He knows that masked, it’s the only way you’d ever consider fucking him. w a r n i n g s: 3.4k words! hard to get!reader, dubcon / slight non-con, rough sex, unprotected sex, rough blowjobs, handjobs, mask kink, mentions of fucking in animal costumes, animal noises, despite all that this isn't a furry fic. a/n: [🎃 part of #lizzie's halloween fics! 🎃] baby's first Kai fic... be gentler than he was to reader. full fic & taglist under cut! ↓ / ao3 link here! / ♪ recommended playlist here! ♪

You peel your eyes open, reaching blindly for the flat, room-temperature can of soda on the floor.

“Hello?”

A pause. You take a sip.

“Hey Winter. Yeah… yeah, I’m still coming.”

She asks if you decided on a costume.

“Yeah, I’m going to wear that kitty outfit. The one with the fur on the tummy.” You sniff, and add: “Is your fuckin’ weirdo brother going to be there?”

Winter pauses. “Yeah, Y/N… we live in the same house. I can’t lock him in his basement.”

“I fucking will, then.”

“Go for it.”

You hang up the phone.

You take a deep breath and open the door. It’s crowded and there’s bodies everywhere; undulating to the music or clustered in corners. The room smells like the inside of your trick-or-treat bag as a kid; a melange of candy, fabric and latex. There’s a fog machine going in the corner, and it hisses as you walk by.

Winter has decorated the place adorably; black and orange streamers hang from every corner and are stretched across the entire living room. There’s bowls of candy on the coffee table, flanked by little paper table toppers of various spooky characters. As you walk by, you flick one, smiling as it bobbles back and forth.

You saunter across the living room, swaying your ass back and forth. You felt hot; the little sexy kitty decision had been a good one. So far, the Grease Lord hadn’t made his presence known - maybe he locked himself in the basement and didn’t want to play with Winter’s friends. Good.

Your head turns back and forth, surveying all the costumes. Most of them are minimal effort, but you appreciate the fact that they came dressed up at all. Better than the alternative of showing up in a ‘This is my costume’ t-shirt. One costume in particular catches your eye. Big werewolf. It’s a good costume; he’s got the whole ripped and shredded clothing thing going on, boot covers, gloves with claws and fur… this dude at least put in a little more effort than the guy wrapped in nothing but a sheet and telling people he’s Caesar.

Wolf stands in the corner, leaning against the wall and offering a nod to anyone who interacts with him. Whether or not that’s a part of his wolfish act, or just the bland personality of the dude in the costume, you aren’t sure. His head turns slightly, and you assume that he’s clocked you. You cover your mouth with your kitty mittens in a dramatic gasp as you pass him, amping up the scared kitty act. You throw in a little hiss as you round the corner. Very cute.

You head for the punch bowl, hoping that Winter made it because whenever Winter makes the drinks, they're good. Much to your relief, she’s actually there, refilling it. Sick. She’s dressed as a fallen angel and the black feathers on her wings flutter as she leans over the bowl.

“Meeeeooooow,” you say, swiping at her halo with your furry mittens. She immediately recognises you and grins, happy that through all of your party fatigue from last night, you still made it to her party, too. You pull her in for a hug, swaying her back and forth. Winter was never a hugger, but you decidedly were, and made a show of it every time.

“Have you seen Kai yet?” She asks, almost nervously as she hands you a cup with red liquid quivering at the top. You take a large gulp, savouring the perfect blend of punch and alcohol.

“Oh, so he is here. Great .” You take another sip. “But no, thank god. He seems like the type to hate cats, so hopefully he’ll leave me alone.”

She quirks a brow, questioning your statement.

“Nevermind.” Not a conversation you were ready for. When you turn to look back at the wolf in the corner, he’s gone. There’s something in your gut that gives you pause, but you chalk it up as a disappointment that the wolf had lost interest in his feline prey.

“I’m gonna’ mingle,” you say, wiggling your fingers at her.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn't do.”

“Oooh, that’s no fun.” You frown. “If you see Kai, tell him I hate him, pretty please.”

Winter looks uncomfortable. Underneath all his cringey faults, he is still her brother and your hate for him has always been extreme. She wondered if it’s something else… something less about trying to convince yourself to be nice to him and more about trying to convince yourself to hate him. She’d never dare say that to your face, though.

As you wander, there’s a few people you recognise and hold meaningless conversations with. That is, until the wolf is in your peripheral again. He’s holding a cup, but not drinking from it. Probably because he couldn’t… not without taking his mask off. Which, given his current objective, seemed counterproductive. Curiosity killed the cat, they say, and you were curious… so you ended your current conversation, darted around the corner, and picked up a casual one with a mutual friend. Thomas? Brad? Despite digging your fingers deep into your brain, you couldn’t recall the poor bastard’s name. It didn’t matter; your eyes flitted back and forth, surveying your surroundings. Not more than a minute later, he was there again, nestled into the opposite corner. Close enough that you could see him, but far away enough that you wouldn’t notice, if you weren’t paying attention. Fortunately for him, you were. Your heart skipped a beat, thudding behind your ribcage.

“Hey, hold that thought - I’m gonna’ get more punch.” They can hardly hear you over the heavy music, but nod anyway.

You race back to the kitchen, and before you get there, the wolf is waiting at the archway, one arm braced up against it. You swallow the lump in your throat, feeling an unmistakable heat in your belly. This chase is turning you on.

Shit.

“Here, kitty-kitty….”

His voice sounds familiar; it’s throaty, but there’s a medium-pitched bite to it. You can’t place it, try as you might. “Do I know you?”

He shakes his head very slowly and very honestly, the little faux-fur fibres around his ears swaying with the action. You believe him, or pretend you do, because the concept of fucking some random werewolf-masked individual is way hotter than finding out it was some dork you met twice at another party.

You turn sharply on your white high heels, and start walking in whatever direction isn’t inundated with people. Regrettably, that’s headed towards the basement. You can feel him rampaging, gaining on you, hearing his heavy steps creaking behind you. For a second, you’re almost afraid. He barks low and catches up to you faster than you anticipated, and when he backs you against the wall, he pins your arms above your head with one hand. His chest heaves as he stares at you, waiting for you to say something. You don’t. Instead, you lean your head against the wall, laughing towards the ceiling. The steps to Kai’s weirdo basement are directly to your right. You hear the TV downstairs, immediately assuming it’s something political. Maybe he’ll hear you fucking this guy. You hope he does. You really do — and you hope it irritates the hell out of him.

“Ohhh, who’s a big bad wolf?” You yank one of your hands free of his grip to feel his boner outside of his tattered jeans. It’s thick and hot, so you stroke it a little. He gives you a throaty ‘Awwooo’ and involuntarily bucks his hips into the palm of your hand, forcing heavier friction. The chase must’ve got him going. It got you going, that’s for sure. You can feel your cunt aching, and clenching every time he thrusts into your hand.

You move your hand away, pulling an angry groan from the werewolf. With a smile, you run your fingers deeply through the little tuft of grey and white fur that’s peeking out from his flannel. Fur grinds against fur as he humps your hand, heavy breaths echoing from inside the mask.

“Big…. Bad wolf…” you say again, sniggering. You’re delighted by his horny aura. That was one thing about Winter’s punch — it was strong. “You want me to blow your house down?”

He nods, and you sink to your knees, watching as he makes quick work of his jeans. He pulls the two pieces of fabric apart and reaches into his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. It bounces heavily in front of your face, beads of clear collecting at the slit. Your tongue darts out of your mouth, running along the ridge on the underside of his cock before reaching the tip, and lapping the pre-cum up like the good little kitty you are. It’s heavy on your tongue, so you alleviate some of the weight by grabbing it.

His cock is hot to the touch when you grip it, and you revel in the way the warm, supple skin moves beneath your grip. You roll your fingers one by one over the tip of his cock, playing with it. He groans above you, looking down as far as the mask will allow. When it’s not enough, he bends forward, arching over you.

He has a better visual now, and his chest starts to heave with every pass of your fingers. When the teasing becomes too much, he takes a fistful of your hair, and yanks it back. Your silky hair slips easily through the rubber claws, so he pauses, and rips the gloves off, tossing them down the stairs. You hope Kai trips over them. He grips your hair again, much harder this time and forces your gaze upwards to stare at him. Stare up at the beast who could annihilate you, kill you if he wanted to. Your cunt flutters, hot and wet and leaking into the polyester fibres of your costume.

He pinches your jaws, applying pressure to force them open. His grip strength is fucking insane, and you wince, letting out the tiniest mewl. His other hand hangs at his side, and the veins are swollen, trailing up into the sleeve like thick roots. Satisfied with the way that your pretty little mouth hangs open, waiting and eager, he grips himself and wastes no time. He slaps the tip of his cock onto your tongue over and over again, before pulling your head towards it. Your throat immediately seizes up, but you force it to distend, to relax. A wave of icy panic settles over you like someone’s draped a sheet over your shoulders. He’s going to throat fuck you. You see his eyes darting around your face, watching your mouth, your eyes…

Your eyes immediately begin to water as his meaty dick violates your mouth; pressing into the back of your throat, bumping into your cheeks to stretch them out, grazing along your teeth when your jaws involuntarily close in hopes of hindering his thrusts. It doesn’t work. Both hands are pressed against the wall, fingers splayed out. He pounds into you, slipping in and out of your perfect little throat.

He fucks it harder, groaning louder and louder. The hollow sound of his cock hitting the back of your throat almost sends him over the edge. Your breath is sticky with his pre-cum, and every time you try to pull your head back for a reprieving gulp down, he slams his hips into your mouth, bumping the back of your skull against the wall with a thud.

Desperate, you reach up, wrapping your slender fingers around his cock, tightening around the base until he pulls away, looking down at you.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” You ask, putting on your best coy kitty voice in hopes that it will end the merciless barrage on your throat. Your words are congealed and messy, airways still coated with his fluids. He considers this for a moment, a whole slew of thoughts playing out. Finally, he nods, and hastily brings you to your feet.

Grateful that the diversion was working, you reach down between your legs, finding the cloth covered zipper and pull it open. It was added for convenience, and it certainly served that purpose as the werewolf guided his heavy cock into your wet, waiting slit. At first, he toys with it, smearing his head over your puffy, sensitive clit and pulling desperate, whining gasps from your mouth every time he drags it upwards. But soon, that isn’t enough for him, and he buries himself in you, plunging his cock to the base. The stretch of your walls, your cunt doing her best to accommodate his girth, had you crying out. He was bigger than you’d prepped yourself mentally for, but at least your pussy was gushing with lubrication, ready for every bit of what he had to give you.

He found his speed quickly, humping you with reckless abandon. Trying to find something - anything to use as leverage to hold onto, your fingers slipped into the slit on the backside of the mask, toying with almost shoulder length strands of hair. They’re soft, and slightly wavy. Wait. Not that other guys couldn’t have wavy hair, but the thought is too overwhelming. Lightning fast, you reach for the mask, pulling it up just above his chin and Kai’s vascular hand catches yours, holding it tight. The visual is enough for you to realise.

“No fucking way.”

Immediately, he yanks the mask back down over his face and cups his hand over your mouth, suppressing the scream that he knew was coming. He’s pressing hard enough that the cartilage in your nose begins to ache. You stare hard into the eyes of the werewolf, breathing heavy through your nostrils as you’re seeing what you hadn’t seen before. Those dark, almost black brown eyes staring back at you. The same ones that you’d seen roll at you or glare at you so many times before. The same fucking ones.

You heard his chuckling breath behind the mask. He leaned forward, pressing the latex nose against your ear and began panting into it obnoxiously, like a dog. His thrusts matched his breath, his rock hard cock pounding up into you remorselessly.

You wrestle away from his hand, freeing your mouth enough to speak. “Get your fucking dick out of me, Kai.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He thrusts harder and crams his fingers in your mouth, as though he’s pulling your next words from your throat. You bite down and he groans through clenched teeth. You feel his cock twitch inside you. He likes this.

“Is that what you really want? Say it and I’ll stop.”

You struggle with the words, they won’t leave your lips the way you want them to. You can feel your own arousal leaking down your thighs in response to the way his dick is hitting every spot.

“I knew it. Always have.”

That infuriated you, but you couldn’t argue. Not with his fingers in your mouth, or the veins of his thick cock massaging your insides better than any of your dildos at home did.

“I knew you didn’t hate me,” he started. You could hear it in his voice that one of his egocentric, mansplaining, delusional monologues was on the way. Usually, you’d just roll your eyes at Winter and turn to your phone, but he had you in a position where you had to listen. He liked that, too. You let out a loud moan as he hammered inside of you, hoisting one leg up to your chest.

“The opposite, actually. You act like such dumb little slut around me, so angered by everything I do. I see through it. Your act. Much like waving a bloody steak in front of a hungry dog, your salivating is irrepressible.”

Did he really just say what you thought? “Listen, you piece of —“

He forces you to cut yourself off with another moan, pressing your leg farther into your chest. Your cunt swallows him whole with every thrust, and the hatred you have for him is leaking out of your pussy and along your thighs.

You slam your head against the wall, letting your neck go slack. It feels so good, Kai feels so good.

“Say it, say you fuckin’ like it…”

You shake your head. You won’t give him that satisfaction. His bare hand rears up, and comes down across your face. Your cheek burns with stinging, searing pain before you even have time to process that he’s just slapped you - backhanded you with months of pent up rage and frustration. Enraged, you reach for the mask, yanking it off and tossing it down the stairs where it tumbles to the bottom step. His greasy strands are separated with sweat, and a sheen of it covers his shapely nose and forehead. There it is; the face that was the receptor of so many insults, so much hatred. Every time you saw it, you ran your mouth like a schoolyard bully with a crush.

“I will fucking kill you….” Anger dribbles out of your mouth like spit. You wanted him to see you say that unobstructed.

“Yeah?” Kai challenges, reaching down to thumb your clit like the joystick of a game controller. He’s smiling, absolutely delighted by your intrinsic, feminine anger. Your recalcitrance fuels him further, and he bucks his hips up into your cunt, the head of his cock bumping deep into you, as far as it can go. You writhe under his grip, clenching your teeth. It almost hurts, but he’s building it, faster and deeper, and the burning coil in your stomach winds tighter. It burns just above your bladder. You feel like you have to piss, and Kai says,

“Defiant little slut.”

Seconds later, you’re losing it over his cock, your orgasm splashing over his jeans and your furry legs.

He doesn’t stop fucking you and within a few thrusts, you’re so severely overstimulated that your legs are quivering. Briefly, you become aware of the Halloween music that’s playing out in the living room. A salty ribbon of sweat drips into your eyes, stinging.

“S-stop, fuck… stop.”

He ignores you and keeps fucking you, drilling your swollen cunt like it’s a tournament and he’s determined to win it. And when he does, Kai grips your throat and holds your jaw in place. He assertively holds your gaze as he shoots his hot, thick load into your weeping pussy, making sure you wished that you hadn’t taken the mask off.

His once prevalent boner was now fading away, and Kai stuffs it back into his jeans, keeping his eyes on you for a moment longer before he turns and casually descends his basement steps. He stops to pick up the mask, swinging it back and forth like a child’s toy.

Doused in sweat and anger, you want to collapse to the floor and scream. Instead, you zip yourself up, wiping your slick fingers off on your thighs, and somehow manoeuvre around the crowds to the bathroom. You reel around and lock the door, before turning to the sink.

You brace yourself, holding yourself over the sink’s basin. You look at yourself in the mirror; your cute little whiskers are smeared on one side, and streaks of mascara are running down your cheeks in its place. Your black nose is rubbed off, undoubtedly smeared in Kai’s bush of pubic hair. Fucker. Your pink lipstick is practically gone, the only remnants are a faint hue around the perimeter.

As you stood there in Winter’s bathroom, head hanging over the sink, you searched for the disgust, panicking as you rifled through your mind to find the inevitable horror that you were going to experience. You were ruined by that cringe monkey — he violated you. Right? You waited for the gag, the vomit even, to hurl itself up your throat. That was what was supposed to happen after something like that… wasn’t it? The disgust? The anger?

But it wasn’t coming. In fact, something much more alarming had settled in its place. Your cunt still felt warm, and you rubbed your thighs together, smearing the mixture of cum into the soft kitty fur. You felt invigorated. You hadn’t been fucked like that…. Ever. You heaved a sigh of relief like someone who had been submerged underwater, and was suddenly let up.

You reach into your discreetly placed thigh pocket and pull your phone out, hurriedly swiping past the notifications that flooded your screen. You pull up Messages, and tap on Winter’s icon. She’s in your pinned contacts, a favourite.

I found your brother

You hit send.

Almost immediately, the status went from delivered to read, but Winter didn’t reply. You know why, and she knows why.

You might’ve hated Kai. But your pussy didn’t.

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nian-7 · 9 months

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hey! i see ur reqs are open, may i req pjsk boys (separate) taking fem reader to prom? like obvs established relationship, but like them reacting to her dress, the actual experience itself, and all that fun stuff. if you have to, you can make it gn reader! have a good day :)

sure, this sounds super cute! enjoy!

Akito, Tsukasa, Toya, Rui x fem!reader

✧taking their gf (you!) to prom

✧fluff

-Honestly, he's only going because you asked him. He wasn't really all that interested in it and wasn't planning on asking you to go until you showed an interest in it.

-He tries his best to be gentlemanly and formal but you just end up laughing a little at his attempts. He kisses your hand when he picks you up at your house and would rather get there when you finish rather than waiting for you to finish getting ready.

-Akito holds your hand for 90% of the night. The only times he lets go is when you decide to go dance with your friends or are eating. He doesn't really want to leave your side just because he's not particularly a fan of this whole thing. He wants you to enjoy yourself though!

-Terrible slow dancer honestly. Even though it's at such a slower pace than what he normally does, he can't help but mess up. He's a bit nervous and so he's almost stepped on your foot more than once.

-The most you'll get out of him for a compliment is "Nice dress." or "I like your makeup/hair". He's trying to save himself from the embarrassment of having thought how pretty you are and how much it's made him feel all fuzzy inside.

-It's such a blast with Tsukasa. You both have so much fun. Whenever a popular song comes on, he'll take you to dance with him to it. Genuinely you both have the best time and it's an overall super fun experience.

-He talks to your parents while you finish getting ready and you're honestly not sure if you should feel embarrassed or happy that they get along but you can't help but over hear your parents saying something embarrassing about you..

-Both him and Saki went with you to pick out your dress and his suit for the night. Even though you can't say that they were much help because each one you tried on, you got lots of compliments and encouragement from the two. It ended up being a hard decision since Tsukasa agreed on liking nearly every single one.

-Matches his tie with whatever color dress you've picked. He takes so many pictures of the two of you as well. A lot of them are just silly ones but there's a few actual ones sprinkled in.

-He would like to take you out to dinner before the actual dance starts. It's a bit more special when it's just the two of you together at a restaurant rather than sitting with a bunch of other people at prom to eat dinner.

-He's such a gentleman. He meets you at your house before you both go and sits patiently while you finish getting ready. He is in no hurry at all and honestly, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous about the whole experience.

-100% matched his suit with your dress. He would like the dress itself to be a surprise but he also wanted to match with you so you both had to decide on a color to go with. Toya is truly okay with whatever colors you pick but, he'd likely go for a blue and black color scheme.

-At a loss for words when you come out of your room when you've finished. All he can do is clear his throat once he feels like he's stared too long and made it awkward. He's never been to such a formal event before so it's a first for him seeing you in such a formal outfit.

-Toya will slow dance with you when the right song comes on. He's surprisingly good at it and it makes you think he practiced before that night (he probably did..). A bit hesitant with his hands but he'll ease up and rest them on your lower back.

-He's the perfect date for prom in all. He makes it such a great experience for you without even trying. Toya just has a great time because you're there, he doesn't particularly care about the music or the food or anything as much as he does for you that night.

-Again, Rui wouldn't really be all that big on prom or very interested in it unless you showed an interest. He'll ask you to prom only if you show that you are interested in it.

-He took a picture of the two of you at prom and then you noticed later in the night that he actually had made it his lockscreen. He thought it was a good picture so he just decided to make it his lockscreen for his phone!

-Super chill about the whole thing. Yes, he's having fun with you, he just doesn't particularly have an interest in most of the activities. He'll follow you around, dancing with you if you ask him to or participate in any of the activities they have.

-He sure as hell flustered you quite a few times during the night. Whether it be with a kiss or his words, he truly did it unintentionally the first few times!

-Rui doesn't mind if you want to go hang out with your friends for a bit during prom, he'll wander till he finds Nene or Tsukasa (if they're even there) and chat with them till you come and find him again.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

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cinnamoneve · 6 months

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hi hi!! congratulations on your 100 followers! can i request a nanami fic with prompt no. 29 please?🤩

also, i love your works!! can't wait to read more of them!💗🌻

prompt #29 - "i'm beginning to think i imagined you all along"

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ "cornerstone" by arctic monkeys

part of my 100 follower event <3 masterlist | make a request !

ee thank you for the sweet words nonnie !!! sending you all my love :) this is my first nanami (and angst) piece so i hope i could do your boy justice (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ thank you for requesting!!!

nanami took the breakup harder than anyone expected.

his friends, family–even he was shocked at how unprepared he was. after you moved out, he searched for any kind of solace he could. no-contact was especially hard on him. all he wanted to do was call you up and mend your relationship in any way possible..

but it all became too much. the love died out, eventually, as it seemed to always do. you and nanami had a phase where you weren’t lovers, just two people living together, going about your days with no passion for what once was. there was stonewalling, periods of no communication, and extreme feelings that seemed to bottle up and pour out at the most unfortunate times.

it would be best if it was over. and it was a difficult decision for you to make. it was hard seeing him cry together with you, but it was for the best if you cut ties.

maybe you’d come back to each other. if you love something, you let it go, right? and if it’s meant to be, it comes back to you, right?

right?

evidently, he wasn’t good at letting go.

he wanted to be better at it. he understood. there was a gap in time where he let you be. savored the no-contact because he wanted to respect your wishes. and it all got to him worse than he thought it would. maybe he could stage an ��accidental’ meet-cute, and the two of you could fall in love all over again.

so he’d put on his best outfit, one he made sure you liked, and caked on the cologne he wore when you first started dating. scent is one of the most potent senses, he argued, that one whiff would carry you back to the best times.

the moon and all her stars laughed together, knowing that the scene before them has played out time and time again.

nanami occupied anywhere he could to try and find you again. in one bar, he could swear that there was someone who laughed just like you.

in his best attempts at being inconspicuous, he hovered around the bar area just to steal a glimpse at your twin.

or what he thought was your twin. turns out, the person just laughed like you. and that’s all there was to it. a laugh that plagued his mind, at this point. a laugh that warmed him with only a thought; one that continued to ring in his ear even if he couldn’t remember the last time he heard it.

god, what he’d kill to bathe in that laugh one more time. to really soak it up knowing it’d be his last. he can’t believe some of the last words you exchanged were underneath the anger of an argument.

he’d grown tired too. work was especially bad, and by the time he’d gotten home he had run out of understanding. he was uncharacteristically quick to snap, easy to upset. eventually, you decided it’d be best to say nothing at all rather than risk it.

the relationship felt like a timebomb, just minutes from detonation. it finally seemed to give when it needed to.

there was more unsaid on his end.

he traveled to the next bar. maybe you’d be here instead.

it was a place you and him frequented when life got to be a little too much. every so often, a date night was in order to reset it all and start over with a clean slate. he’d order your favorite drink, something stiff for himself, and an appetizer for the two of you to share over the hours you’d spend catching up.

it was a little check-in with one another. he hasn’t been here in months.

he was beginning to see you in everyone he came across. it was getting painful. all the faces and voices made his brain a little fuzzy. chalk it up to the alcohol, maybe to the lovesickness; nanami couldn’t tell.

the atmosphere was warm, but he felt anything but. the overwhelming smells of mixed drinks and various bar foods were starting to get to him. the music was a little bit too loud, glasses were clinking too much for his liking, and he could start to feel a headache forming just behind his eyes.

you’d have the remedy. you’d know how to make him feel better.

he didn’t have you to go home to though. to play up his illness a little bit too much, so you’d baby him and dote on him even if you knew he was exaggerating.

nanami kept up a hardened attitude, most of the time. with you, it felt like he could be soft and more open than he usually could be.

you were his blanket. and even if you didn’t know it, you still were; nanami hated himself for this. it was hard to be all alone again. everyone was starting to look like you.

they’d order your usual drink, say a word that you pronounced funny one time, wearing a color that you swore you looked bad in, even though you never did.

pieces of you were everywhere. in everyone. love is evident in every corner of this bar, because you exist and everyone has a little part of you in them. you’re the embodiment of it. it was hard to not be with you like this.

nanami thought he was losing it – no one could put a finger on where you’d been, if they’d seen you, or recall any details of what you’ve been up to since the break up, and it was slowly driving him insane. it seemed like the relationship, and you in general, were nothing more than a figment of his imagination. there wasn’t a trace of you anywhere. in the bar, in the world, in his apartment; just existing in the cavity of his very being.

so he left. he called a cab and waited anxiously for it to pull up. not usually an anxious man, nanami fiddled with the apartment keys in his coat pocket in an effort to look busy. shuffling in, he made light conversation while the driver followed the gps closely back to the cold apartment waiting for him.

the window was cracked and the night air was electric with conversation and scents of the bustling streets at night. the air carried the smell of you into the cabin.

not your perfume or the soap you use, but the way the nape of your neck smelled when he delicately kissed your shoulders. it smelled like a sunday morning in bed, getting out of bed at the very last minute to get your day started. it was you, it was you, it was nothing but you.

the driver could’ve taken a left at the petrol station as a quick way to cut the ride in half. if he were a better man, nanami would’ve helped the driver out to get home and be with you quicker. but just for tonight, he’d sit in this cab a little bit longer with the window wide open.

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narutocharacterpolls · 8 months

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ROUND ONE

ROCK LEE vs HYUUGA HINATA

Reasons for submission under the cut

Lee

ROCK LEE VS GAARA

kind as can be; willing to jump to action to help his fellow comrades even after going through a life-threatening, major surgery

practical and fashion-forward with his bright green onesie. Function over form, and is prepared at all times by carrying around a spare onesie he will give without question to anyone - even complete strangers

has a surprising edge to him at the beginning of the series; he was ready to severely maim anybody that he saw as a genius

more dedicated than anyone. Was forced to face his own mortality and make a life-or-death decision in the name of his dream, after a literal crushing defeat, and he chose to fight for it. Inspiring

embodies the ideals of original series Naruto. True underdog, had nothing going for him, came from nothing with no legacy or powers, was so disadvantaged that he physically could not meet the bare minimum abilities of his peers. But he worked harder than everyone else and proved that he can be a great shinobi despite all the adversity he faced

Sasuke had to copy Lee's moves with his Sharingan to succeed during Chuunin exams

cute as a button. Come on.

his fans are dedicated and make amazing work, fanart and fanfic

Kishimoto said he was his favorite character to draw. Boom. Favoritism. Love to see it.

pairs well with everyone. Platonic or romantic, Lee has a great dynamic with other characters

his summer outfit from Guardian of the Crescent Moon Kingdom was the best outfit in the movie

gave us Metal Lee! Blessed us with Metal Lee, really

was the character to beat in the early series if you wanted to show how strong you actually are

Gaara vs Rock Lee was one of the most iconic fights in the series, and everyone remembers where they were when they first saw Lee drop his weights. He owned that fight so hard that people forget he lost.

was wronged by the series. He deserves to win as justice.

got [submitter] personally through the worst times; his ability to persevere face of adversity convinced me I could do it too. He wasn't special and neither was [submitter], but we didn't need to be. We can make ourselves great. If no one else got me, Rock Lee's got me

he’s one of the first non-jutsu using ninja so make such a big impact

was the first person to actually harm Gaara

played a huge part in Gaara becoming a better person

he’s one of the only people that can catch up to Sasuke and easily rivals Naruto in Taijutsu

his kind, determined and cheerful attitude is a joy to watch

Rock Lee removing his weights is easily one of the most iconic moments in the entire anime

has helped several submitters feel better by simply thinking about how he wouldn't want them to think like that

objectively would've made a better protagonist based on the themes alone

KICKS MAJOR ASS

wrecked Sasukes shit, I like Sasuke but that was really funny

he looks like a frog. Who doesn't like frogs

inspired Sasuke

fights are always entertaining, they're very well choreographed

he forgave Gaara for nearly killing him and nearly ending his dreams; he was never even mad at him

Rock Lee vs Sasuke was iconic

his heart is so full of love

never did anything wrong

had a squirrel befriend him

hard worker

good friend

rises to any challenge

when he does diss people they are the most brutal yet entertaining disses you ever hear

positive, weirdo, energetic, enthusiastic, joyful, chivalrous, motivated, dedicated, sweet

Lee and Neji had something homosexual going on

YOUTH !!!!

Hinata

contrasts with Naruto in personality, but still goes through similar struggles with self esteem and bullying, and comes out with a similar outlook on life

relatable in the sense of being socially awkward, self conscious and having a strict father

can hold her own

#HYDROGEN BOMB VS COUGHING BABY OF ALL TIME #EVEN IF YOU DON'T READ THEM JUST LOOK AT THE SIZE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE REASONS AHJSHKALKDHD #bestnrtcharapoll #naruto #polls #rock lee #hyuuga hinata #hinata hyuuga #id in alt text

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Tales From The Frontlog: Princess Peach Showtime.

7/10

Princess Peach Showtime is good. It’s a game I’m willing to bet will be overlooked in the sea of Mario titles that exist on the Switch. It’ll probably be even a bit pricey down the line. The smaller weird titles like this tend to do that.

The best way to describe this game is that it’s a game about a being magical girl who uses various transformations to help people. When you look hard enough almost all the tropes are there and that alone makes this worth a pickup. Because games that are so blatantly like that are rare.

But you really feel like it’s missing something that could’ve made it truly special. Which is weird because it does offer a very complete experience. I guess the best way to put it is it has trouble feeling like a “Mario” world title. And not because Mario is missing. Give me some credit.

I had a fantastic time playing, but we’re about the dissect what I think Princess Peach Showtime is missing.

Firstly I want to get aesthetic out of the way. Partially because there were a lot arguments online if Peach was “fem” enough. Which was peak stupidity. Peach is the fem of fems. It was insane this was even an argument. Also these outfits rocked.

But more importantly her game really lacked that Mario pop. Peach is fun, the premise is great, but you really could swap out Peach for a different magical girl and the premise/world still work. Peach just sells better. And she’s cute. Just look at her.

And I’m not complaining about the absence of most of the Mario cast. Characters as individuals should be able to shine on their own. Peach being the only main cast member used was a great decision. But you don’t feel like you’re in that high fantasy Mario environment. Even when away from the Mushroom Kingdom mario still has a very specific look to it.

Mario is high fantasy in its own way. I wanted to see that better reflected in Princess Peach Showtime. Every once in a while you do see glimpses, specifically in a Paper Mario way. Where the backgrounds are obviously set dressing, the horses have strings, some thorns were cardboard cut out, etc.

I think they needed to lean into this more. In a way I think the environment needed to be less immersive. I get that “there’s evil magic” but I think it should’ve looked a bit more hokey like real plays. Also put some people in the audience watching Peach rescue people. Have curtains close at the end of levels instead of it fading to white and then closing. You’re closing the curtain. You don’t need the fade to white. They’re small details that would’ve gone a long way to really increase the look. Maybe even bring some of the lighting in as part of the platforming where you’re running on the equipment and then reenter on a stage over.

It might be a useless complaint. I think this might’ve been more of a quick budget title for Nintendo at the end of a console life cycle, but don’t quote me on that.

There’s small aesthetic nitpicks I have too.

Like what the fuck is this? And they do this with the green and blue dresses too where they add this clashing purple. I’m not going to sit here and tell you she looks hideous. She doesn’t, but let us have a dress that is completely blue! And they don’t match the shoe color to any of the dresses fyi. Those stay her traditional red. I know that’s a nitpick, like a really small one, but it still… bothers me. I understand why they put it there. I just don’t care. Purple and yellow? And so lazily executed? Hmpf.

And she obviously looks better when everything matches to some degree. Look at that! Why did they restrict the color palette on the dress options so much. I get that pink is her color but… come on. The costumes are allowed to break the mold but the dresses aren’t?

Also just missed opportunity for some simple easter egg dresses. Especially since some of those challenges are tedious as all get out. I did all that to earn this ⬇️ and not something genuinely cool. Fucking ick. It’s not bad looking but not worth doing a frustrating to control challenge for. I’m not even asking for new dress models. But let us put her in a Daisy dress or something. I don’t know.

And the levels… are always fun on a first play through. But if you’re playing without a guide as a completionist you’ll need to run through them more than once because it is easy to miss stuff. And it can be more time consuming than it’s worth. And when you’re on a fourth attempt that shit gets old quick.

Don’t get it twisted though: this game is short, sweet, and regularly mixes up the gameplay to keep gamer’s on their toes. There are no costumes or game mechanics that overstay their welcome. Whenever I walked into a new stage I was uncertain what I would be walking into and the costumes are all equally fun in different ways. They do a good job balancing out the adventure and recreation costumes too. So you get a break from faster paced action by baking instead. Smart. My favorite is you get a magical girl transformation for each new costume you get and only for the first time you get it.

The transformations are fun. Plain and simple.

From a gameplay perspective I don’t actually have that many complaints. It’s not complicated by any means, nor is it hard. But it’s not meant to be those things. Princess Peach Showtime is just a fun cozy game getaway. Maybe even something you play in between other games.

Then there’s Madame Grape. I get what they were going for. They wanted a fruit villain because they have a “fruit” protagonist. (I think there is an homage to Dionysus as well.) But it’s just very eh. I don’t know how to fix that to make it less eh. I think it’s a core design problem. Additionally Madame Grape, despite being mentioned throughout the entire story, isn’t very important. She is a vessel for the plot to exist. Which isn’t inherently a bad thing, a lot of Nintendo villains fill this role, but she also has no iconic qualities to her either. She’s just kind’ve this purple blob that shows up from time to time. I do like that Nintendo didn’t use Bowser though. It keeps the game female centric. So that’s cool.

I can’t get over how she needs to look more grape themed. I know Peach doesn’t necessarily have Peach themes but like… you could’ve told me she was the fucking plum queen and I would’ve believed you. But I’m nitpicking again.

Stella the helper is… nothing. She exists as the vessel to make Peach a magical girl. Stella is the magical girl pet/wand/narrator for the adventure. She’s not bad. She’s just nothing.

The other NPCs (both friend and foe) fall into that Nintendo hole of being the same cardboard cutout person in different costumes over and over too. (At least they had different costumes…) Which is to be expected at this point, they’re just “not Toads”. And I know not every game can have a Mario Odyssey budget but I feel like we needed more visual variety within the NPC cast. Though this is an old ass complaint folks have had about Mario titles for a while so I’m not going to dwell on it too much.

Also while “stars” make sense the little “not toads” should’ve been fruit themed too. That way you could at least swap out multiple colors and call them different “fruits” if you wanted to be lazy about it.

I guess that’s the issue with the game in general. The only real character that has any semblance of personality is Peach. Everything and everyone else is just set dressing so Peach can perform for the player. it makes sense but it leaves the world feeling empty. And I’m not asking for lore. This is not that kind of game. I think I just want more substance. Which is hard to do when you’re boiling down tropes into a 3 act structure for each costume.

And I have a lot of nitpicks here. Almost like I dislike the game. Which was not the case at all. I had a grand time. The costumes are fun, it’s fun to play all the way through, and the levels in the game itself also doesn’t overstay its welcome. At max you’re looking at a 12 hour experience if you’re a completionist.

Under ten if you just want to play it.

Visually the game is beautiful. The music was nothing to write home about.

But. I think because it’s a short experience I’m disappointed it didn’t push itself harder to be high aesthetic. Games that are both genuinely good and girly are hard to find. Often “feminine focused” games like this just fucking suck. You can tell Nintendo cared about this project.

But I think to be an 8 or 9 experience it needed to push its visuals a bit harder.

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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The First of November

TW: Smut. Language. Dom!Drew!

SUMMARY: Your decision to put a specific photo on Instagram since Drew’s been gone, has consequences…

Word Count: 1000

Requested:

ANONYMOUS REQUESTED:

Ahhhhh since ur requests of drew have been closed hehe possibly he’s been away in October and she went out for Halloween but he got back on the 1st of November and she posts her outfit on her insta and he gets jealous then when he gets home he lets her know that they can look but not touch 🙀

The First of November

Although you hated the fact you had to spend Halloween away from him because you knew he would have made it even better, you were already far too excited to allow your costume to go to waste. You had captured the detail of the skintight black silk against your skin in such a way that your boyfriend knew well. The compliment of fishnets as those signature pointed ears topping off your costume were broadcast on an Instagram post that had his eyes glued to his phone from the night before.

"I thought you were going as a bunny-" He spoke at your back as his red eye flight had him arrive back home as you slept, the images haunting his mind with bridled lust to keep from acting on your time apart.

"I did. A playboy bunny." You smirked as he stood in awe at your reflection for a moment as you wore only his tee, as you often did when he was away, and a toothbrush halfway out of your mouth.

"And you danced?"

"Yes, Drew...it was a party, so I danced..." You teased before watching him move slowly towards you.

"And since I wasn't there you had every reason to wear panties..." You nodded.

"So why weren't you?" Your eyes widened as he pulled the picture back to view.

"Don't even try to lie to me. I've ripped ever pair off of you so don't even try to convince me that I don't know." You swallowed hard as he bow towered over you.

"You want someone else to touch you? Hmm? Touch what's mine?"

"No, I..." His hand was at the back of your neck.

"Think you're so cute with that smart little mouth and that short little costume...Posting pictures for everyone to see what belongs to me..." He cocked his jaw.

"Drew-"

"Let me guess.. you're sorry, right?" You nodded.

"Then you know how to make it up to me." You nodded as he would release you, "You have one minute and you better be back out here in that costume.. cause I'm gonna make you come in it, baby..." You bit your lip in excitement as you did exactly as you were told. Once you came back, you found him looking at the photos once more.

"Do you have any idea what these did to me before take off? Thirteen hours of those images and what I would have done if we were alone?!" You nodded.

"So you WANTED me to get a boner two miles high? Hmm?"

"No...I wanted you to realize what you were missing..."

"Oh really?" He pulled you between his legs, his fingers immediately between the tight velvet.

"Like I could forget..." He scoffed.

"Dance for me. Just like you would have for them."

"Who?"

"All the guys who you gave masturbation fuel to last night wearing this. Every one of them picturing you in the ways only I get to have you. So shake that ass for me baby, it was a long flight and I fucking earned it for not waking you up and making you pay for it then."

You obeyed, no need for music or another command before you seduced him with your bedroom eyes and swaying hips.

"This is how it should be...everyone seeing how beautiful you are...how sexy...but only I get to touch you." You nodded as you moved back between his legs.

"So why the fuck were someone else’s hands on you?" He asked with the picture of Madelyn's account having posted a photo of friends you made that night. An innocent pose that he took to mean disloyalty.

"Drew-"

"Nuh uh. You don't get to say my name like that unless I'm about to come behind those lips. So tell me...why? My hands not enough? My touch?" Before you could ask, he tore the seam between your legs until his fingers were pistoned violently into you.

"Drew! Oh fuck!"

"You wanted to say their names, didn't you baby?"

"No!"

"Nobody else made you wet last night? Not when they had their hands all over you?"

"I shouldn't let you come. If I didn't miss you so much, you wouldn't be. But you're gonna come right now or you don't get to." You nodded and groaned as he curved his fingers to THAT spot.

"Drew!"

"Come on baby...I'm getting impatient...". You whined.

"Fuuuck! Drew I'm coming!" You were spent over his fingers as he was quick to use that around his shaft before sunking you onto him.

"Nobody else gets to touch you. No dancing. NO touching!" You nodded.

"Good girl. So take this cock and show me just how sorry you are..."

"I'm SO sorry-" You were silenced by his fingers in your mouth.

"Taste it. Taste how fucking sweet you are. Why I forgive you so easily...and clench around me...make me come like you always do...come on baby...make me come for you..."

"Drew, please come...I’m so sorry-"

"No you're not."

"Yes, I am! I'm so sorry!"

"You just wanna come again..."

"Yes! But I am sorry-"

"Yeah? Then make me come before you-" You pressed your hands and his chest until he lay flat your body allowed this dominance as you watched him marvel at you. Hands wrapped around each breast, you rode him to his high as he forced you onto your back, hiking your legs over his shoulders.

"Didn't get a chance to tell you that I missed you, bunny." He winked in reference to your costume as your eyes rolled in approval to his tongue making contact to your sex.

So much for a punishment…

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271 @maybankslover @slut4starkey @slvtherinseeker @obxiskewl @obxxrxfes @bluesongbird @slut-era @ailee-celeste @rafesbae

#drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #drew starkey

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aydansdiary · 8 months

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The Madison Twins <33

best rainbow high dolls no competition !!! they are just so pretty !!! I've been trying to find them since they got leaked !!! they look amazing together and separate !!! and look at those outfits AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

here is Luna first because i have SO MUCH to say about sunny !!! I like luna ALOT MORE irl then i did when i first saw the leaks !!! i think her outfit is kinda basic next to sunny but by herself it looks good !!! got a huge fan of her purse but i think it works with the angular shoes :D her face is a work of art !!! the face-up looks great !! i love her purple eyes with the purple-pink blush !!! i keep walking over to her and just staring at her !!! her box hair was moderately bad not the worst ive seen but def not good hair lol !!! both of their hair is very poor quality so it was kinda a pain to fix but i only had to detangle, wash and re-curl so it wasn't a huge project it probably only took me an hour <33 OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT HER NAILS ARE SO COOL !!! we need more dolls with long nails !!!! she looks like a bad bitch !!!

here is Sunny !!!!! she was the doll that i REALLY wanted all summer so I'm so excited to have her !!!! i love all her colorful clothes !!! and the quality on the clothes is pretty good !!! i love her little heeled crocs and the leg warmers really finish the look !!! the little fuzzy teddy purse looks very cute (i want one so bad) !!! her face is also so so so pretty !!! the coral blush looks so pretty on her skintone and the little sprinkle of glitter on her eyeshadow is so cute and makes the yellow in her eyes pop !!! the only thing i would change about her face would be to give her a warmer tone lipstick!!! the cool tone pink kinda washes her out !!! now ur probably saying "aydan thats not the hairstyle she comes with ???"

...................... *takes deep breathe* girl my sunny came like this ... i couldn't leave her like that and let me just tell u that was the worst decision to date it took me 5 hours to do her hair ... including washing her hair 3 times, detangling her hair endless times, crying, curling like 4 times and trying to restyle her hair without it getting tangled again D: she was giving me SUCH A HARD TIME LIKE TF DID I DO TO U BITCH anyways like i said her hair is super poor quailty so she lost about a handful of her hair in the process and it wouldn't stop tangling i was no joke sobbing while doing her hair but at least she turned out good !!! my sunnys leg is also broken so she doesn't bend it properly which i just expect more for a 60 dollar two pack !!! i've seen other people restyle sunny's hair and not have a problem so maybe mine was just fucked up or i'm just horrible at doing hair who knows lol

#dolls #doll collecting #dollblr #fashion dolls #doll photography #doll collector #rainbow high #shadow high #madison twins

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animemensblog · 1 year

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Meeting you

Pt.2 - Pt.3 (final part)

Kurapika x GN reader

Summary: after gaining your hunter's license, you immediately start looking for work. You find an agency looking for bodyguards, it's limited to Nen users only, however you know it well. You held yourself to high standards while on duty, but a fellow new-hire has you distracted.

Warnings: suggestive smut?? Just got unintentionally really sappy haha-- more fluff than anything

Ft. Kurapika, Melody

Merely days after getting your hunter's license, you found a place hiring bodyguards for the 'Nostrade' family. You were excited, kinda nervous, and embarrassed for the outfit you chose for that day. You thought it'd be a good idea to dress all cute like its the first day of school, except you can't wear tight, black business pants and white button up while protecting someone. Though your shoulder-length hair looked good, the pants and shirt were hugging your curves in all the right places.

It's uncomfortable and makes you feel vulnerable, but feeling sexy outweighed that.

You arrived at the door being escorted by a man you assumed was in charge. You were admiring the building and recognizing any exit when you saw a shorter figure in the corner of your eye. Your eyes had made contact with that someone-- he had blonde hair that looked so soft, and his eyes were mesmerizing. Neither of you could look away as you passed by, he stayed standing against the wall outside of a door but head turned to follow you.

After what felt like forever, you looked forward and continued into the office. The boss and you talked for over 30 minutes about your tasks and responsibilities, informing that you'd be paired with 'Melody' due to your well-known temper and spontaneous decisions.

"Melody? What a pretty name" you mumbled to yourself as you shut the door, accidentally shutting it too hard. It caused a loud and long echo down the hall, grabbing the blonde boys attention once again. He sprinted around the corner and froze as eye contact was made again. This time you weren't planning to only stare

"HI!' You awkwardly said loudly, "haha, um, I-I'm Y/N"

He clears his throat and took a second to stand up straight "I see, do you need something?" He said it so flatly it made you think he was irritated. "Actually yeah, do you know a Melody? They said I'd be paired with them for my first few shifts." His hand came up to his neck to rub it, the chains softly clinking, hugging his knuckles. For a second you stopped breathing with no clue to why, you gently shook your head to look away.

His face tilted to meet yours , "You okay?"

You had no words, no explanation, all that was in your head was thoughts about those chains.. but why?

"All good!!" You said with a big smile, trying to stop the red on your cheeks forming. You shuffled away before getting your answer, leaving you wandering the hall. After a few minutes Melody found you, "you must be Y/N". Their voice was soft, very inviting. They were such a calm presence you couldn't help but feel so. "Yes, are you Melody?"

"I am." She hummed before turning away leading you down the hall you just came from, "if you don't mind, we must grab someone else to go out with the boss. She feels like going to a park today"

"Who is the boss? A man walked me in and talked with me, but you all keep referring to them as 'she'."

"Why yes, she's the daughter of Light Nostrade. We keep an eye on her when he's away." Melody said before pointing, "there he is. Kurapika!" You looked over to see the blonde boy again, you were anxious despite barely saying a sentence to him.

"Kurapika?" You ask Melody. "Yes, he's pretty new too. Also has a fast heartbeat around, um, certain people." You were confused but before asking another question, you were face to face with Kurapika.

"Hi, again" he says, still speaking like a robot.

"Hi" you say with no excitement, attempting to mimic him.

All of you sat there, each explaining what you're capable of to fill in any blanks. Melody explained sensing heartbeats and being able to calm others. Kurapika explained his chains and their abilities, "and you?" He asks.

"Well I'm a hunter and nen user", both looking at you expecting more "yeah thats all I got" you let out a small laugh. Kurapika couldn't help but smile and blush at that laugh. Melody noticed the rise in both of your heartbeats. They felt happy Kurapika wasn't so serious, he's always too invested. They let you smile and laugh at each other for a second before setting off with 'the boss'.

You got in the back seat inbetween Melody and Kurapika. Awkwardness and anxiety had fled, and you were ready to work. The ride was silent for the most part, so you occasionally switched window to window looking at the views. Your pants had ridden up enough to start hurting. You shifted in your seat accidentally bumping his thigh, "oh shoot, sorry" you whispered hoping only he'd hear you.

Melody could feel his heartbeat going faster and faster, you hadn't even touched hands. Yet your thighs were rubbing? And that whisper, so quiet only he could hear you. It almost sent his head into a spiral. It made him so nervous he couldn't respond, giving you a blank stare with his lips barely parted- you took it as you're really irritating him now. The rest of the drive, he found himself looking at you. Your head switching between windows; smirking when you saw something cute or cool. A few times he was tempted to ask about your reactions. He was interested in what you were interested in, he really didn't think towns or streets could keep you entertained like it did.

As you arrived at the park, the sun seemed to get brighter and warmer. The wind wasn't too strong but it was somewhat chilly. You waited for Melody to step out of the car while Kurapika left on his side, turning to assist , your back was already facing him. He was glad it was because he got a view of your pants hugging your ass, torso twisted causing your shirt to be tight against your skin.

He closed the door trying to forget being close to you, and how you looked just then.

After wandering for 3-ish hours, you made your way back to the car. The wind had picked up and sun disappeared, leaving you with goosebumps and occasional shakes. You piled into the car, same seats and everything. Being so sleep deprived plus walking around for hours, you were tired. The music playing wasn't helping either, it was soothing. You started to doze off along with Kurapika. He started to tip over, his hand left his thigh hitting yours. Then his head gently tapped your shoulder.

The impact woke him up, jolting back in his seat. His hand twitched against your leg- he sat there staring at where you were connected.

"Kurapika?" Melody whispered past your face. He moved his hand and looked out the window. He never answered them, keeping the drive silent.

The car pulled up to the hotel, with you still asleep. Kurapika tried to wake you but Melody stops him

"Let Y/N rest, I haven't heard their heartbeat be this steady yet. It's consistently been uneasy today." Kurapika nods in response and goes to pick you up. He takes you to the room all of you are sharing for the night. Melody and someone else has the first shift, meaning Kurapika and you were alone. He sits down on the couch next to your sleeping body, he turns on a random show and soon enough he's dozing off again. Instead it was your turn to tip over and bump into him, he was too tired to do anything about it.

You slept with your head in his lap for several hours, him occasionally petting your shoulder or hair when you tossed a little. He felt guilty for touching you without permission especially after just meeting today but he'd also feel guilty for one, messing up your rest. And two, stopping the opportunity to be close to you again. As long as you'd stay, he'd let you be like this.

Regardless of barely knowing each other, both of you found comfort in one another's presence. You only wish it could stay like that, but you know one day you and him won't be an option. That one day you will lose all control.

#kurapika #hxh kurapika #kurapika x reader #fluff

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sluts4shigaraki · 2 years

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BACK TO SCHOOL!

CW ♡ drinking (i dunno if i need to tag this but i will jic)

Pairing ♡ shigaraki/fem!reader

Word count ♡ 2,250

minors/ageless blogs DNI ♡ you will be blocked

A/N ♡ honestly all i can say is… the hoes gon loooove this. i love this chapter. it’s like my baby.

Tags ♡ @klxoewy @cosmicbreathe @gloomysel

DAY FOUR

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When you woke up, you were curled in a warm spot on the bed. You heard small clicking sounds, and quickly sat up. You turned and saw Tomura curled up in his chair, headphones on, playing some kind of game. Before you tried to get his attention, his eyes flicked over to you. He paused and took his headphones off.

“Sleep good?” Tomura looked better than yesterday. It looked like one good night of rest was all he needed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep. How long have you been awake?” You wiped your eyes, and your cheek. You drooled. That was embarrassing. You really hoped you didn’t drool on him.

“I don’t mind. It’s only been an hour. You helped me sleep,” the moment it left Tomura’s mouth he regretted it. He was a creep. He finally got someone to like him, and he’s still being a creep. “S-sorry, that sounds weirder than I thought it would,” the nervousness had settled back in, till you laughed.

“No, it was cute. I slept really good too. Do you have any classes today?” Even though you were excited for Tomura to take you out, you wanted to clean up and maybe find something nicer to wear.

“Uh, no, did you wanna do something? ‘Cause I have an idea of where I wanna take you,” his heart thumped loudly in his chest, he’s never been more worried about a decision. You liked gaming, so maybe you’d like this.

“What is it?”

“It’s a surprise.”

When you got back to your dorm, you changed into an outfit that made you feel the most confident. It helps that it shows off all the right things in all the right places. As you were getting ready, your phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey! I wanna update on the Tomura and you situation,” Ochaco seemed almost as excited as you. “I asked Izuku about it and apparently he’s tried to talk to him a few times. Izuku said he gave him the cold shoulder a lot.”

“Well, I want to his dorm for yesterdays tutoring session, and I just went for it,” you didn’t know how to phrase ‘I made out with a dude in his dorm and fell asleep in his bed and I’ve only hung out with him for like four days’ without sounding like you were insane. “Say, ‘Chaco, do you believe in soulmates?”

“I think it exists. You might have to wade through a lot of bad people, and a lot of good people who don’t fit right. Eventually, though, you’ll meet the one who’s right for you. Do you maybe think he’s yours? I’d say it’s a little early but trust your gut.”

“I dunno. We kissed. it felt so new and yet it felt like I’d done it a million times before. Deep down he’s sweet and gentle, considerate. I think he just pushes everyone away because he’s scared,” rubbing the back of your neck, you sighed. “I just think there’s more to him than he’s willing to show. I wanna figure him out,” Ochaco made a small noise of approval, and you could almost hear her smile.

“If you make him feel safe, he’ll open up. Are you gonna see him today?” This was the hard part. Admitting you’d slept in his bed. Comfortably and willingly curled into his chest.

“Yeah, but I kinda already have?” Ochaco choked on something, coughing before she responded.

“Wh-what do you mean? I won’t shame you for… y’know, but it’s not really like you,” she meant well, you knew that. Admittedly, it sounded bad and you could’ve added more context.

“Well, last night I fell asleep in his bed. We didn’t do anything, just watched movies. I wanted to be close to him, it was like my body couldn’t be away from his. So I put my head on his chest and he kinda recoiled. Eventually he calmed down but I’m worried he’s uncomfortable with me being touchy with him,” you bit your lip. Your anxiety, well placed or not, was making you want to hide away and never come out.

“Maybe that’s not the case. Be forward and ask him. I think you’re worrying too much,” she was right, again. You hoped a deep breath would calm your anxiety. It didn’t. As you thought of a response, a knock at your door made you jolt.

“I gotta go, I’ll text you!” Quickly opening the door, you saw a nervous Tomura, rocking on his feet.

“Y-you’re always so beautiful. How do you do that?” His face was flushed, hands in his hoodie pocket.

“I’m not,” you chuckled. “Just like you aren’t smart all the time.” Locking your door, you followed Tomura out of the dorms.

“I guess you’re right. Do you trust me enough to let me drive? It’s not too far but I’m not gonna make you walk it,” his hands were sweaty. He wanted to hold your hand so badly but he felt so gross.

“I trust you. What kinda car do you have?” As you approached the parking lot, the car he walked up to shocked you. “I-is that your car?” He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and the unlocked it. It was a black BMW, and it was the nicest car in the lot.

“Yeah, it’s… not the one I wanted. My dad got it for me,” being the gentleman he is, he opened your door for you. The inside was just as nice, slick and all black. “Well, it’s my adoptive father. I don’t wanna be seen as some rich kid.”

“You’re doing a good job, I wouldn’t have suspected it,” this was a strange development. Tomura was apparently loaded, or at least his family was. That’s why he never worked and could afford to stay inside all day. “So, what’s your family like?”

“It’s just him. He owns a company. When my parents… died, he was the only one that wanted to take me in. Everyone else was scared of me.” His bottom lip was grasped firmly between his teeth, so you dropped the subject.

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going,” you gazed out the window, checking out every place on the block. “I can’t wait.”

“Ha, it’s a surprise. We’re close, actually, so cover your eyes,” he gave you his beautiful, crooked smile, so you entertained him. Putting your hands over your eyes, you felt the car pull to a stop. The door shut and yours opened. “C’mon, you said you trusted me,” his hand grabbed yours, and you realized how big his hands were. They were thin, palms the size of your own hands. “Okay, you can open them.”

What you saw was a large room full of arcade games, a bar along the wall. Different kinds of games were scattered across the room. There were TVs and consoles, couches, and hallways to other areas. There was a few people in here, but most of them were so engrossed in their games, they didn’t notice the two of you enter.

“I’ve never seen this place before, I didn’t even know it was here,” you followed him to the bar as he ordered two drinks. “You picked a good spot.”

“Yeah, most people haven’t, it’s a hole in the wall, and it’s usually empty. that’s why i like it. I figured you would too,” he hands you a glass and taps his fingers on his own, trying not to scratch at his neck. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course! But what’s in this? It is… strong. Is this what you normally drink?” You took a sip and it burns the whole way down, the flavor is good but it’s an intense amount of alcohol.

“It’s an old fashion. I just get it stronger. It doesn’t really affect me all that much so I have to get more than most,” his fingers are tapping on the counter incessantly. Of course, when he needs to say something important he gets nervous, his throat dry and his voice shaking. “D-do you have some kind of ulterior motive? Because most people stay away from me. Usually that’s for the best. If I don’t hurt the people close to me, I end up driving them off. I guess what I’m trying to get at is, I don’t want you to just leave like-“ you interrupted him and grabbed his hand. All he could think about now was how soft your hands were. How you grabbed his hand like it was nothing, like it wasn’t a big deal. It might not have been to you, but it meant the world to him.

“You’re overthinking it. I really like being around you, I promise. I want you to be able to relax,” you knocked back the rest of your drink. “I wanna have fun with you, I promise I’m not thinking about doing anything else,” he needed the courage, so he finished his own drink and ordered two more. “What’s a game you’re not good at so I can finally kick your ass in it?”

The two of you played multiple games, leading into hours of drinking and gaming. You finally beat him in Mario Kart, and laughed.

“It’s ‘cause I’m not on top of my game, I can’t play when I’m drunk, baby,” oh shit. Tomura didn’t mean to let that slip. “F-fuck, I didn’t mean-“ you put a finger to his lips, heavy-lidded eyes staring deep into his.

“Don’t worry about it, it was cute,” you smiled a wide, drunken smile and moved closer to him on the large couch. Tomura bought you as many drinks as you wanted, but slowed down himself. Neither of you realized you’d been there for hours.

“You ready to head out?” He stood, waiting for you to answer, but you laughed and grabbed at his arm.

“Anywhere with you, anywhere,” you tried to stand but your legs failed you. Tomura rolled his eyes and picked you up, pulling your legs around his waist.

“Just hold onto me for a second, you’re drunk as fuck,” you giggled in his ear the entire way out to the car. It made his ears and face flushing red to match yours. His wasn’t because of alcohol, though. It was hard to believe someone could make him feel like this. As he placed you in the passenger seat you pulled him down to kiss him, and he allowed you a chaste peck on the lips. “I don’t wanna get second hand drunk, calm down,” he chuckled and started the drive back. You were a borderline nuisance. Taking off your seatbelt to curl up, asking him to slow down when you were stopped. Even so, he found you so incredibly cute when you were drunk. He picked you back up when he parked in the lot, and you tugged at his hair.

“Take me to your dorm Tomura, please,” his name has never sounded more beautiful than on your lips. “Please, can’t be alone right now,” you rested lazily against his neck, and he gave you a quick kiss on the head, loving your smell.

“We’re here,” he supported you while opening his door, praying Touya was gone. The dorm was empty, and quiet, which was perfect. You were gently laid in bed, and Tomura disappeared into the kitchen.

“Tomuraaa,” you were slurring your words, unable to keep your eyes open. Getting you this drunk was not a part of the original plan, but he’d still take care of you. Soon enough he came back with a plate and a glass of water.

“I’m here,” he set them down on the end table and pulled you up to sit. “You need to eat, you’re a little too drunk. This will make you feel better. It’s a panini I got for lunch today. Don’t make me hand feed you.”

“I liked it when you called me baby,” you muttered between mouthfuls, trying desperately to stay awake. “You should do it again. More.”

“You’re… you’re just drunk, just relax. I’ll get you taken care of so you can go to sleep,” he looked away from you, nervous. His hand started scratching at his neck aggressively, digging into the skin there for the first time in a while. You pushed the food aside and grabbed his hoodie sleeve.

“Tomura, c’mon, just… just fuck me, you know you wanna,” lip between your teeth, you tried to pull him closer.

“No. Not a chance. Not tonight. You’re drunk and I’m not gonna take advantage of you for… for my first experience with you. I want you to be all there when it happens. Please, baby,” he pulled your hands off of his clothes. Fear settled in his stomach. How would you respond? Would it upset you that he denied you? You probably wouldn’t even remember you said it.

“Mmmph. Fine. Do you even wanna sleep with me? I bet you’d be gentle,” shaking his head in defeat, he crawled in next to you, and pulled the covers up. His arms snaked around you and pulled you up against his chest.

“I… I do but I want it to be special. I’ve thought some terrible, gross things about fucking you. I think it should be special. I think you’re special,” sometime in the middle of his sentence, you had fallen asleep. Soft snores fell from a wide open mouth. Tomura kissed your temple, feeling more sane than he has in a long time.

#bnha shigaraki #chubby!reader #mha #mha x reader #my hero academia shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x chubby!reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #tomura shigaraki x reader

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dulcewrites · 2 years

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Can you do AB x black!reader where he reminisces about how they met when they were kids

When We Were Young

Pairing: austin!elvis x black!reader

Request: yes (thank you)

A/N: just to clarify our timeline: elvis moved to Memphis in 1948 (last time he saw reader), Reader moved like two years later to Louisiana. this takes place while he’s traveling with Hank Snow.

“This is a terrible idea,” your friend, Ida, whispers to you.

Ignoring her words, you continue to lean against the back of the theater building trying to look nonchalant. Was this your smartest idea? Of course not, but it wasn’t the worst idea you’ve ever came up with. Maybe just the worst you’ve tried to carry out. Being unassuming and waiting is easy enough. The rest of your plan is where things get dicey.

“How do you know he’ll even remember you?” Ida continues as she fiddles with one her rings.

You scoff at the question. Yes, it’s been almost a decade and both of you had moved from Tupelo years ago. But this is you and Elvis. The relationship you two had is not something you just forget. He’s going to remember you; he must remember you.

“He will.”

You don’t feel like explaining yourself to her right now. You probably should; she’s putting her neck on the line too but thinking too hard about this very impulsive decision you made only makes you more anxious. When you heard Elvis was going to be performing in Louisiana near where you live, your heart jumped into your throat. It’s the same feeling you got the first time you heard him on the radio or saw him in the papers.

So here you are, standing outside the back of a theater, waiting like a goddamn groupie.

The back door swings open and a group of men come out, all laughing and talking. Some of them carrying instruments. They’re all crowed around one. You concocted this plan, picked out an outfit, manage to make up a story good enough for your mama to let you be out this late, dragged poor Ida out here, and you didn’t even think about what you going to say if you saw him.

“Hey beanstalk!” The nickname you called him comes out of your mouth before you can register how dangerous this could be.

You say it loud enough to garner attention but only one person fully turns around to you. The confused look on Elvis’s face breaks into a surprised grin when he sees you. He looks different yet still so familiar. Same sweet smile and clear blue eyes but now attached to a grown man. A very handsome grown man. He walks a little closer, eyes squinted in disbelief.

“Chipmunk?”

You laugh at the use of the nickname he gave you years ago. He was beanstalk; tall and skinny, limbs all over the place. And you were chipmunk; tiny, cute, cheeks full of baby fat.

“The one and only,” you shrug shyly, now noticing how his friends are looking quizzically at the scene in front of them. You can only imagine how Ida is looking at the two of you.

“I can’t believe this,” he pulls you into a warm hug, and God it should be illegal to smell that nice after putting on a show. “What are you doing here?”

Before you can answer one of his friends walks over. Elvis’s arms don’t leave from around you as he slightly turns towards him.

“Sorry to break… whatever this is up,” the man carrying a bass starts. “But I don’t think this is the best place for all of this.”

He’s not wrong. Though you strategically chose to stay out back instead of the very crowed front of the theater, it’s still not conducive for privacy. Another idea pops into your head.

“I know where we can go.”

You already made a questionable decision going to see Elvis. What’s one more under your belt? The place that instantly came into your mind for privacy was the bookkeeping store you work at.

Technically it’s not breaking in, because Mr. Jones gave you a set of master keys for closing. At least that’s what you told yourself to temper the guilt when you handed Elvis the keys, told him where it is and that you’ll meet him there. You dropped Ida off at her home and ignored her pleads for you to come inside with her.

Just because you knew him when you were a child doesn’t mean you know him now. You don’t know what he wants.

Those words have settled into your brain. You know she only says them because she cares. Things have changed, but that doesn’t they have changed for the worse.

You walk into the back of the store, hoping Elvis listened to you and didn’t go anywhere near the glass planted front where you can see directly into.

“I don’t get how ya do any of this,” he says not even looking up from one of the books he has in hand. You instantly take it out of his hand with a huff.

“I told you not to touch anything,” you sit next to him at the table. “Just as hardheaded as before.”

He simply smiles at that. There’s silence in the room as you try to move the papers he clearly looked through. You can feel his eyes burning a hole through the side of your head.

“You know I remember the first time I saw you,” he breaks the silence.

“Yeah, at Donny Smith’s 8th birthday party,” you reply recounting the day you two met. “You told me you could beat me in a race.”

Elvis shakes his head.

“Nope. That’s the day you met me. I’m thinkin’ of the day I first saw you.”

Your brows furrow. Elvis stuck out like a sour thumb in Tupelo for obvious reasons. You’re sure you would’ve remembered seeing before that birthday party.

“You were wearing this pink frilly dress and matching socks,” he grins telling the story. “You were running after your mama begging her to get you some doll.”

You remember that pink dress. It the most beautiful church dress, and you only got to wear it once because your older brother got mud on it. Even to this day, you don’t think you’ve ever been as mad as when you saw that dress with brown stains on it. Mama reamed him out for it.

“You remember that?”

“I remember a lot about you chipmunk.”

He grabs your hand and brings it to his lips. Ida is right, you don’t know what Elvis wants with you now. But you’re sure as hell gonna spend the rest of the night finding out.

#austin!elvis x reader #austin!elvis x black!reader #black!reader #black!oc #elvis 2022 #elvis imagine #my writing #requests #austin!elvis #austin!elvis x oc #Elvis fic

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drinkwithmoi · 2 years

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a week and a half ago i watched aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe.

i was able to rent the movie through tiff's digital screening and i have not been the same since. i thought i'd compile some of my thoughts into a disarray here in case anybody was wondering how devastatingly good it is:

first and foremost, i cried so hard i gave myself a headache. i mean i literally have never been more animated about a movie in my life

at one point i accidentally yelled and i live in a very paper thin suite w my landlord and his wife living above me... sorry guys

aitch alberto was THE only person who could have done this. i fully believe that. her direction seeps through, you can tell just how careful every decision was, the sacrifices and love she gave to this movie... it shows. she is brilliant and i am in love w her artistic vision.

it was created with so much fucking love and you can feel it

the way that it opens with smalltown boy by bronski beat... i knew it was over for me

the cinematography is fucking gorgeous. each shot is arranged like artwork.

max and reese UNDERSTOOD the assignment

reese's dante was so sweet. he was so charming and silly and thoughtful and real. his squeaky voice HAD me

you can see him falling in love with ari throughout the film, you can feel his fear, his yearning, his own loneliness, even if it's wrapped in giggly smiles and playfulness

max's ari was unbelievable

genuinely

im not being dramatic here. he was ari mendoza.

max is a beautiful actor. he knew exactly how to show ari's anger, his frustration at the world, at himself. he is a perfect teenager: his jokes fall exactly the way you want them to, the way he interacts with his parents is layered and meaningful and fun. he is such a complex character and it is beautiful to witness

the OUTFITS!!! dante's sunglasses, his cute pastel fits, his bare feet. it is all so perfect

the 80s vibe is there but not in a garish way, it's subtle and it feels authentic

ari's voice was soooooo beautiful. max has the best movie voice

they are so!!! awkward with each other in the most endearing way

the LOOKS. the way that they look at each other is Charged, they must have fucking aced the chemistry read

this movie is freeing, it's a breath of rainy summer air, it's that feeling when you hold someone's hand for the first time. it's butterflies and rainstorms and dancing to someone you're falling for. it's coming of age and coming to terms with yourself, sometimes in ferocious, unexpected ways.

the most shattering moment for me was when we hear dante talk about wanting to marry a boy. the first time that sexuality is broached is Very deliberate and shown in such a tender way. it brought me back to who i was when i first read about these characters: 15 years old, closeted, and living in my parents strict, religious home. i didn't know how to make sense of myself and where i fit in the world. when i read ari and dante, it was the first book id ever read centered on a queer love story. it destabilized me in the best way. now i'm 19, living on my own and i'm proudly out. seeing their love on the screen is such an important thing. to see queer love that is young, that is beautiful and innocent and soft, love that doesn't have borders or rules. jesus christ we need more of this

when i finished watching it, i took an advil for my headache, waited half an hour and then watched it all over again. when this comes out on some streaming service, it WILL be the most watched movie of my life. it will be the comfort movie i watch on rainy days, when i need something to fall asleep to, when i'm sad, when i'm happy, when i am avoiding my homework. it will be THAT movie

not to be dramatic but i haven't stopped thinking about this movie since i watched it. if anyone else on here has seen it, please message me so i can have someone to talk to about ~those~ scenes. and even if you haven't seen it but you'd like to talk abt the movie, pls message!!!!!

gonna go reread the book and cry :-))

#aristotle and dante movie #aristotle and dante discover the universe #aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe #aristotle and dante #i am not the same person i once was

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kwlsn · 25 days

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Looking at your appearance once again, you tapped your chin with a hum, thinking what might lack from your today's look — was it your hair, outfit or accessories?

For your hair, you decided to go with a half-up pigtail with loose curls. Adding small accessories and hair ties to secure your pigtails, you put some bobby pins around them and pull your side hair to frame your face.

For clothes, you decided to go with a strapless pink short dress and a frilly miniskirt, showing off your thighs before completing the look with pink high heels with rose and ribbon theme.

While it looked quite tacky and childish, you could for sure say that this hairstyle was so popular during this era.

"Hey, you—"

Emma stepped into your room before going silent for a bit then took out her phone, taking numerous pictures of you in almost every angle she could find.

"You're so cute! You look like a model from 'Koakuma Ageha¹'!"

She looked at you with heart eyes before wrapping her arms around you tightly, burying her face against your neck and smiling at you lightly before letting you go.

"I knew it! Choosing you is always the best decision!"

Walking through crowds in Shibuya, you watched Emma staring at a certain kimono store before taking her inside, staring at different kinds of kimono² and yukata³ were displayed on the wall before a kind staff asked what we were looking for.

As Emma walked with the staff to measure her size, you found a soft peach yukata with peach blossom pattern around its sleeves and at the end of the skirt.

"Excuse me, can I try this on? Do you mind recommending an obi⁴, too?"

The staff looked at you with a smile before taking you to try it on with a burgundy obi as you decided to pay for them almost right away and found Emma sitting down beside you, thinking really hard about something.

"Do you think I should take the pink one or navy one?"

Both of them were really pretty and you could understand why Emma had a hard time choosing one — after taking it into some consideration, you told her to take both of them with her.

"But, I can only pay for one!"

"I'll buy the other one for you, take it as a gift, please."

You looked at her with a pair of puppy eyes and watched her letting out a sigh, paying the navy yukata before you asked the staff to pack the pink yukata, too.

Leaving the store with a grin, you were so happy on the way home as Emma bought both of you a hairpin — pink carnation for her and pink wisteria for you, showing off both of you were sisters and close friends.

As both of you passed by in front of S.S Motors and decided to pay a visit, finding four of them with Draken were still chatting with each other and Shin tuning his bike, humming in delight before hearing the bell rung and muttered a small 'welcome'.

"Why all of you still here?"

Emma stared at Draken with a pout as Mikey ran to you, pulling you into a tight hug before Draken ripped him off you.

"It's great to finally see you again, pipsqueak!"

Draken grinned before giving you and Emma a head pat, letting his hand stay on the latter's head a bit longer before Emma pushed it away — cheeks turning red in embarrassment and shock while Draken let out a snicker.

Placing a hand on your shoulder, Mikey pressed his finger against your cheek when you turned around to face him — earning an earful smile from the older guy before pointing at the shopping bag in your hand.

"Oh, this?"

Holding a finger in front of your lips, you gave him a cheeky smile and wink — feeling satisfied with his reaction as he puffed up his cheek and pouted at your reply.

Meanwhile, the night kept getting darker and Shin asked Mikey to give Takemichi a ride home while both Draken and him would go home with you and Emma.

Waving goodbye to Takemichi, you sat down on Shin's bike with a smile and started to urge him to take you home as he spent some time taking pictures of you just like Emma this morning.

"Shin, ugh, c'mon!"

"I swear, this is the last photo!"

He took a picture of you crossing your arms while looking at him with a frown and pout before he finally closed his shop and gave in to you.

Closing his eyes with a smile, he held the throttles tightly as you wrapped your arms around his waist before starting his bike, tightening the hold every time his bike hit the speed bump or increased the speed.

"Sano Shinichiro, I swear, if you pass the speed limit again—"

While it was scary for you to hit one hundred kilos per hour, it was just another day of Shinichiro as you screamed and held onto him for your dear life.

A few days had passed and you decided to go back to cram school, feeling bad at Grampa for spending money on your education while he would always laugh and said,

' You are the only Sano who got brain. I'll do everything if that means these three fools can be taken care of when I'm gone! '

Sitting down on a bench in front of the school, you took out your phone and texted Shinichiro to pick you up, hoping he wouldn't be late this time since the sky started to get darker and murky.

"H-Hello!"

Looking at your side, you saw a pair of kids standing a few feet away from you. One was a girl with shoulder length hair and the other was a gloomy boy with rectangle-frame glasses.

"You okay? I hope Takemichi already gave you the plushie I got for you."

She replied with a shy smile after introducing both of themselves while playing with her fingers before the other guy gave you a nod, looking at you with an intimidating gaze after letting out a huff.

"Actually, Kisaki got it together with me."

The girl corrected herself before she bade a goodbye and left with that guy, walking to the other direction to your house as you watched both of them disappear from your sight.

"So, that's what Kisaki used to look like."

You hummed lightly, wondering how small this world was when you met the child version of your (presumably) murderer and was actually a friend of the girlfriend of the person you saved a few weeks ago.

While it was shocking for sure, at least, you knew that it would be the best for you to avoid him from the start and made sure you wouldn't cross his path again in the future.

¹ : A popular fashion magazine in Japan in 2000s. Known for their princess-like model and fashion.

² : A traditional Japanese attire for women during formal events. Usually very expensive with few layers and sometimes handed down to children and grandchildren due to legacy and history.

³ : A traditional Japanese attire during informal events and mostly worn by women. Usually affordable and worn during summer due to its cooling effect.

⁴ : A sash to secure clothes. Usually worn over kimono since yukata is really secured and easy to fix.

#series : the lost treasure

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zombvibes · 2 years

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Oo oo teammate swap: given any thoughts abt dark world outfits and magic nstuff?

I have!! I’m currently redesigning/tweaking their outfits and weapons though (or at least…I’m trying to. My brain likes to procrastinate ☹️)

I’ll show them off anyways even if they’re old/a wip :

( content warning /j : older art ahead yuckyyyy)

Susie’s magic is fire magic (i mean…yeah) which come from her hand accessory, a braclet! (like noelle’s ring)

Though, her outfit could be tweaked a little, but it pretty much looks like this! I tried to make a nice balance between og!susie’s and og!noelle’s dark world forms and I think I did a good enough job of that? Unlike Noelle and Berdly’s designs, she’s pretty much done! I would only be changing it slightly with barely any differences— Which I may have to do so it would be easier to make it into pixels later

And also because of her fire magic she can breathe fire/smoke and can do stuff like this :

Ok next is Noelle! tms!Noelle’s and og!Noelle’s magic is pretty much the same (ice magic). However, tms!Noelle’s weapon is a spear! Since og!Berdly’s weapon a halberd (a weapon with a long shaft and pointed tip), I was like “Hey…you know what other kind of weapon looks like that?” and chose a spear! Also I thought about icicles too since they’re long and pointy (like…a spear). Past me tried to make it in the shape of an icicle (the spear head at least) but I don’t think I pulled it off well.

However, I was thinking about making it an ice staff since I’ve recently tried to make her an ice mage of some kind but I still like the idea of a spear that looks like an icicle (decisions, decisions 🤔)

OK now to her design uhhh I was recently tried redesigning tms!Noelle’s dark world outfit and um. Was not going that well. This is pretty much the closest for what I’m trying to go for. It was based off of the white mage from final fantasy! Though I never really played FF aside from the chocobo spinoff on the ds (which is gooooood), I always liked the designs of the white/black mages! I also was trying to go for a little red riding hood look? Just wanted a cute and innocent design to clash with her not cute and innocent personality. (Which I did NOT do here. Will fix that soon hopefully.) Somehow I wanted to add some sort of element from Berdly’s design (just like I did with tms!susie’s and tms!berdly’s) but I have NO clue how to do that. Eh, I’ll figure it I always to eventually. (If you can’t tell, I’m having a hard time designing tms!noelle’s dark world form aldjjsjfklaskdjak I’ve always had a difficult time with her designs in general tbh.)

Saving the worst for last (/pos) BERDLY!! Berdly’s weapon is a claymore! (which I may change into a broadsword or another two handed weapon. or at least change the design of the weapon). It was based of off the Knight’s Claymore from Breath of the Wild. Tbh I DESPISE the design I gave his weapon. Hate it a lot. It doesn’t really fit him nor his design at all. So definitely changing that when I get the chance. Anyways, I wanted to give him a two handed weapon that you can swing over you shoulder (like susie’s axe though susie just using her left hand and not both because she’s strong and handsome) and to look like Berdly’s weapon (that’s why it’s a bright pink. og!berdly’s weapon is brigh green). I don’t think it’s “berdly-like” enough though. It doesn’t really feel like a Berdly weapon. (if that makes sense aldjajfhkalfls) So again, changing that when I get the chance!

OH AND HIS MAGIC!! You know how og!Berdly can summon tornados? Yeah tms!Berdly can summon thunder/lightning clouds, smoke, and fog/smog! (and probably tornadoes too lmao) Though I didn’t really think about this too much— (aside from the fog/smog part) Still felt like it was worth mentioning though

OK DESIGN TIME. Berdly’s design (like susie’s) could be tweaked a little bit but this is pretty much it! I tried going for an “Evil King/Prince” (hence the crown) with a mixture of an edgy “Original Character Do Not Steal” look (hence the color palette and “beak fang”). I just think that fits tms!berdly to a tee! I don’t think I pulled off the “original character do not steal” thing but I think I DID pull off the evil king/prince. (I think…). And like with the others, I tried to make his design a mix of Susie’s and Berdly’s outfits which uh, I think I did ok on that? I could do better of course—

Sorry for sounding like a NERD and rambling a lot here ahahahaha 😀💦 Really thought about their weapons and designs and junk—

Tbh all them should be more simplified (for sprite edit stuff) which again again, will work on when I get the chance (or when my brain gives me the chance)

#zomb answers #TEAMMATESWAP - DR AU #Can you tell that I thought these through? (kinda??)#This au is really fun to work on ok!? don’t bully me

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