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sytoran · 10 days

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PLEASE LIKE I BEGGGGG, make a fic based on sabrina carpenter’s lingerie commercial with skims IT CAN BE ANYTHING JUST DO IT I BEGG

espresso — w.m

you come to pick your girlfriend up from her photoshoot. things get a little out of hand in the changing rooms.

pairing — sub!model!wanda x dom!gf!reader

warnings — just pure filth, minors dni or block, usage of 'bunny' pet name

note — anon your wish is granted... this is me taking a break from writing hiwthi to come up with this short fic inspired by sab… i am not immune to the pretty blondes

word count — 1008

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“Baby, - ah! - the makeup artists are gonna be b-back, uhn, anytime,” Wanda gasps breathlessly, as she’s bent over the counter, as you’re three fingers deep into her sweet pussy from behind.

It was a common occurrence to see you at Wanda’s rehearsals and photoshoots, and today was no different. You had come to the studio to shower your girlfriend in love, affection, and a croissant, but then you had seen her in that lacy, lacy lingerie, and then, and then—

“Fuck,” you growl, gripping fistfuls of Wanda’s pretty hair as she squeals and backs her ass into your crotch. She’s porcelain, fine china, and you have your tendencies.

Wanda would swear she tried to keep you off her, especially in this sponsored lingerie, because it was a brand deal, and she was supposed to be good.

But you were not good. And she liked you that way.

It was a Sisyphean task, considering just how handsy you were, completely disregarding the cameras and flashing lights when you had your eyes set on your girlfriend.

There was a moment’s silence when she locked eyes with you across the room, one behind the camera and one in front, and Wanda had to fight battles to not let start drenching the carpeted floor.

Your gaze was hot, molten, searing across her bare skin wrapped up in lace, and Wanda was a pool of gasoline that fed your will. She whimpered quietly, so quietly, when you licked your lips imperceptibly. She wanted it.

No longer had the photoshoot been paused for lunch break did she follow your retreating figure into the emptied changing room, heart pounding and already damp between her legs. It was no secret, then, what had ensued behind closed doors and cameras.

Wanda watched herself in the mirror through lowered lashes. She was being fucked within an inch of her life, bent over and manhandled.

Her mascara was messed up, stained, and the rest of her face was no farther from saving. There were tears pooling in her eyes, from how deliciously rough you were being, and her hair was already a tousled mess, all credits to your insistent tugging.

“I know, bunny, they’re gonna be back soon, hm?” you tease, voice dripping in caramel and honey. Feels like it, too, with three thick fingers drenched in your girlfriend’s slick, pummeling into that tight little cunt like it was meant to be.

Her hair bows are all undone, strewn across the floor. Wanda looks like the fashion of a tainted angel, crafted by your doing. Her panties are undone by the laces and hanging off the side of the counter.

There was just such power you derived, from having the infamous Wanda Maximoff completely bent over in submission, subservient to your command. You just had control over her, had her wrapped around your finger, and in turn you were obsessed to her pretty self.

“Gonna be so good for me, yes bunny?” you pant into her ear, groping at her hefty tits through the lingerie. She’s so effortlessly babygirl, all wide eyes and pink lips, shy giggles in your ear when you tease her.

When Wanda fails to answer you in due time, you snap the thigh highs against her thick thighs, and the high-pitched squeal she lets out is worth it enough.

“Y-yes!” she cries out, jumping from where you snap the material. “Be good for you, promise.”

You rumble your acquiescence, looking at her reflection through the mirror. It’s immaculate all the same, glossy eyes and glossier lips. “Good girl,” you murmur into her ear, pressed hot and tight against her ass.

Wanda moans lowly at that, arching her back when your palm meets her ass once more. It’s already a handprint-red, and you didn’t want to think what her managers would say during the photoshoot that would continue later.

They should know who she belonged to.

“Fuckin’ princess,” you breathe, trailing open-mouthed kisses across her pretty back. Her lingerie is simply the prettiest thing you’d ever set your eyes on, hugging her figure like it was meant to be.

At that, you curl your fingers roughly, and the near-scream Wanda lets out is sure to be heard by someone from outside. She comes suddenly, jet streams and white bursts, squirting all over your hand and dripping down your wrist.

She whimpers at the sheer impact of her high, bright doe eyes catching yours. “Bunny,” you grunt, ramming your fingers into her pussy, not letting up for a second.

“Give me another. Your cute cunt’s good for that, right? Coming for me?”

Upon listening to you, Wanda whines again, blonde locks getting tugged on by your impatient hand. Her eyes are watery, so pretty and angelic, and you a carnal urge washes over you to just take what you want—

WIth rough movements, you drag her by the hips and spin her around, setting her onto the counter with her thighs wrapping around your torso. This way, your mouths meet in an inferno of heat and lust, your prodding tongue intruding into her mouth greedily.

Wanda’s dragged out moan of your name gets lost in the squelching sounds of your fingers spreading her pussy open. You’re even rougher than before, if that’s possible, and it almost seems like she’s going to be torn within life and death if you go on further.

The second high comes in short bursts: Wanda writhes in your arms, all hiccups and tears, clutching the lapels of your suit jacket with your overstimulated she is, all your fault, all your fault.

“Y/N, please, please, please—” Wanda gasps, pleading your name in a mindless chant, flooding your hand. At this point, you’re pretty sure she’s dripping onto the fucking floor.

She comes and she comes and she keeps on coming, your hands all over her lingerie-hugged body, your mouth whispering sweet nothings into her ear, elevating her to a redeemed paradise.

That night, in the confines of your shared penthouse, sprawled over a King-sized bed with silk sheets, Wanda pays her due. She keeps you up all night — just like espresso.

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#sabrina carpenter #sabrina carpenter x skims #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader smut #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x you #marvel smut #wlw smut #gxg smut #x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #sub wanda maximoff #bottom wanda maximoff #top reader #dom reader #espresso #espresso sabrina carpenter

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bluessmutifyplaylist · 3 months

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(Horny Round 3~)

Vil dressing up his male lover into a pretty doll with the finest lingerie, silks, accessories, etc.

Just to completely make a mess of them and turn him absolutely dumb. Maybe he's even a little mean about it (but not too mean, cuz such pretty dolls are meant to be praised). No thoughts, just his pretty little toy. 🫶🥰💋

Warnings: Male AMAB!Reader, praise and degradation, anal penetration (reader receiving), dumbification, you’re wearing lingerie (bra and panties), handjob, not quite a blowjob but close, anal, anal penetration, does this count as feminization?, losing your anal virginity

Vil Schoenheit

Everything started off innocent enough. He wanted to design clothes for you that would match your complexion, and Sevens knew Crowley wasn’t going to assist you in that department. So, he took your measurements and came up with a few clothing ideas. However, as he continued drawing designs, the more… suggestive… they became.

That did not deter him, as you were compliant and let him dress you up however he wished. Again, it started innocently. Your altered uniform hugging your body, some casual clothes to wear on the weekends or after school. Then, you moved onto the pajamas. The modest ones came first, with some button-up shirts made of soft material as well as matching pants.

While you were trying these on, you noticed how the clothes hugged your figure tighter and tighter. Vil also kept calling you a little ‘doll’, and you felt yourself getting embarrassingly aroused. However, there was no use trying to make your erection go away because the Housewarden already noticed and was doing it on purpose.

“Is my little doll ready?~”

The outfit you were wearing wasn’t even an outfit. It was a lacy two-piece lingerie, exposing your torso and your legs. It barely covered your nipples and dick, and you knew it was definitely intentional. The thought alone made you shudder, but not out of nervousness or disgust, but love.

You walked out from behind the folding screen, but instead of being on the chair at the desk he was sitting at, the Pomefiore Housewarden was right in front of you. He used his vice grip to make sure that you couldn’t get away, holding your face in his hands.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N. How would you like to be my doll today? I can tell that the thought excites you,” A smirk graced his lips, and you found yourself nodding before your lips were captured in a passionate and fierce kiss.

His hands were cold but smooth as they ran up and down your waist and hips. His lip gloss was smothering your lips, and his tongue invaded your mouth. His grip tightened a bit as he walked you back to his bed, laying you delicately onto his bed as though you were made of china. Then, he pulled away.

“My dumb, pretty doll, who doesn’t know anything. So much so, he gave me control…” He whispered as he leaned in to kiss you again, reaching behind your arched back and unclasping the bra part with just one hand. You gasped in shock, but found yourself mesmerized with the kiss.

It didn’t take long until you were completely barren, Vil’s hand pumping up and down on your dick. You’ve already cum twice and were shooting blanks at this point. However, you never told him to stop. You kept thrusting your hips into his hand. Your skin was covered with lipgloss kisses, and Vil would kiss the tip of your member when he could sense you were closing in on another orgasm.

All the while, he was uttering degrading praise. Calling you his ‘dumb, pretty doll’, correcting you whenever you tried to speak by saying ‘dolls shouldn’t speak’. He’ll even pinch your thigh to correct you as well.

“Is my pretty doll ready for me? Ready to be ruined by my cock?~” He asks as he poses you on all fours, grabbing a bottle of lube to prepare your hole. Typically, he doesn’t like his dolls’ voices to be broken, but the way yours was breaking had him loving it.

You let out a nod, and then you feel your anus being penetrated slowly by his fingers. He doesn’t want you getting hurt, so he stretches you enough to take him into you. It feels weird at first, having your anal virginity being taken… but then you start to feel the pleasure.

When he deemed you good enough to take the real thing, he lined himself up and told you that if you needed him to stop, just tell him to do so. It hurt at first, but you didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, you waited for the pleasure to come, and it was worth the wait.

Vil reached around you and continued stroking your dick, slowly, at the same pace as he was thrusting into you. He leaned forward to press gentle kisses to your back, decorating his doll in lipgloss kisses. His pace remains the same, and he absolutely loves the sounds you make, no matter how quiet or loud they are.

Even as he reaches his climax, he is not going any faster or slower. He cums in your ass while you cum onto his sheets, and feeling your anus clench around him felt absolutely heavenly. His doll did so good for him… how about another round, doll?~

#divider by cafekitsune #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland smut #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst smut #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #vil #vil x reader #vil schoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #twst vil #twst vil x reader #twst vil schoenheit #twst vil schoenheit x reader

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hometoursandotherstuff · 6 months

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WTH House. This is the most bizarre conversion I've ever seen. It's a 1910 former school that was later used as a Levi jeans factory in the 60s. The current owners turned it into a home in New Market, Alabama. 6bds, 4ba, $915K. You gotta see this one.

The entry hall still looks like a long school house layout.

And, this is the sitting room

Pay special attention to the fireplaces. The firebox on this one looks like the entrance to another dimension. Where did they get such fancy carved mantels?

The dining room. With the checkered floors, it kind of gives Alice in Wonderland vibes.

Somebody had a vision when converting this house. Total elegance.

Look at the mural in the kitchen. It looks like they spent a lot of money on this conversion. The exhaust hood is so high and open. I wouldn't want to climb up there and reach inside for the filter.

The marble floors in this home. Here's another sitting room with niches for life size statues, stained glass windows, a tray ceiling painted with clouds and an ornately carved fireplace.

I've never seen fireplaces with high hearths and an opening in the middle like this.

Interesting bathroom. What is that tarnished bowl on the floor?

The halls are definitely long school halls.

This room is like an office.

Is that a fish tank in the fireplace? I don't understand the loose stones scattered on the floor.

Large marble shower with a vintage corner china cabinet.

Interesting bedroom setup.

Looks like the primary bedroom.

I thought that this was a guest house.

But, it's just one big room.

This is just weird.

Very large porch with Greek columns, and a path to a round patio with an elaborate fountain.

Statuary and murky water dot the property.

A lacy gazebo.

More statuary.

There's a lot of land- the lot is 5 acres.

#WTH house #school conversion #ornate decor #unique homes #unusual homes #houses #house tours #home tour

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robertogreco · 1 year

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By burning incense [we] know the o’clock of the night, With graduated candle [we] confirm the tally of the watch.

Those are the words of sixth century poet Yu Jianwu referencing incense clocks.

The incense clock takes the basic concept—timing by combustion—and elevates it to a new level of gorgeous complexity. Examining the example held by the Science Museum, I was struck by its diminutive size: no larger than a coffee mug. Yet its small compartments are carefully packed with everything it needs to operate. In the bottom tray, you’ll find a bite-sized shovel and damper; above that, a pan of wood ashes for laying out the incense trail; then, stacked on top, an array of stencils for laying out the labyrinths. As Silvio Bedini, historian of scientific instruments, explains in his extensive study of the use of fire and incense for time measurement in China and Japan, the variety allows for seasonal variation: longer paths to be burned through the endless winter nights, while shorter ones serve for summer

[...]

To set the clock, start by smoothing the ashes with the damper until they are perfectly flat. Select your stencil, then use the sharp edge of the shovel to carve out a groove, following the pattern, and fill it with incense. Finally, cap it with the lacy lid to vent the smoke and control the flow of oxygen.

To track smaller intervals of time, place small markers at regular points along the path. Some versions had little chimneys dispersed across the lid, allowing the hour to be read based on which hole the smoke was venting through. And some users may have used different kinds of incense at different parts of the path, or inserted scented chips along the way, so that they could tell the time with just a sniff.

If you are interested in reading more about incense clocks, there is much more in the article the above passages come from including pointers to longer documents about them too.

#clocks #time #incense #smell #scent #all the senses #senses #Yu Jianwu #poetry #timekeeping

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authorhjk1 · 1 year

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A night in Chengdu

Xiaoting X Male Reader

(You will know when to play the music)

You let out an annoyed groan as you see the weather forecast. Because of a heavy storm, your plane wasn't able to get far, and now you had to land in China.

Which isn't ideal for several reasons. You won't make it to your company on time, you have to try to solve the problem from somewhere else and you need to find a way to get out of here again.

Because it seems like the heavy storm will keep going during the whole night, you can't get further by plane. You ordered a taxi, so you can drive to the airport in Chengdu. The storm isn't supposed to be there. And from that airport, you can take off.

Once the cab arrives, you get in and give him the address. He looks at you weirdly, since it's a three hour drive. You don't know a lot of Mandarin, and it was hard enough to even order a cab. You are not in the mood for any more conversation.

You work on your laptop during the drive. Maybe it's possible for you to solve parts of the problem on the way. The rain keeps drumming onto the windows and onto the roof. In the far distance, the thunder echoes through the night.

After sending another email, you check your phone, seeing a text from Ahin.

You know immediately that she is drunk.

"I hate you."

Three simple words.

And a picture. You guess it's her apartment. The lights are dimmed. In the back, on the kitchen counter, you see several bottles of alcohol. Soju, wine, beer. But your main focus isn't her apartment. It's Ahin herself.

She has taken a picture of herself in her mirror.

Her gorgeous body is on display for you, as she is only wearing lingerie. It's black. Lacy. Almost see through. You see the hint of her nipples under the thin fabric.

The black straps connect her black thong to the thin, dark material that his covering her legs from her feet to her thighs.

You recognize her shoes. Heels from Ysl. The golden logo is used as heel, while the rest of her shoes are black. You mentioned them to her before, saying that you would like seeing Ahin in them.

You are equally surprised and happy.

Her black silk robe is not covering any of her front. It slipped off her left shoulder, while her right is covered by her blonde hair.

"I could have been yours tonight."

You sigh in frustration and disappointment equally, as you read her last text.

Now you would give everything to be home immediately. But you have to pull yourself together. Your world is only about work. Not about Ahin.

Although you feel like she is getting bigger and bigger in your life.

It's weird. The two of you haven't spent much time together. But you still really enjoy her company. Even when you are not inside of her. You shrugged it off as just being lonely previously. Now you feel like it might be something else.

If you weren't in a cab right now, your pants would already be at your ankles. But now you can just wait it out. Wait it out until you are alone. You hope you will find Ahin like this once you are back home.

The sounds around you get louder once more. It seems to rain even more now. You can see lighting in the far distance.

Checking the weather app on your laptop, you groan in anger.

The wind has shifted. The storm is now heading right for Chengdu.

You hate it. You hate it when you can't control something. In those moments, you sometimes wonder why you work so hard to make so much money. When you get sick, or the weather messes everything up. Other people. It's just annoying.

But what are you supposed to do now?

Try to find another airport?

The wind might shift again. And you don't wanna pay hundreds of dollars for a cab ride.

You quickly message one of your assistants to book you a hotel in Chengdu. Deciding to just wait it out, you go back to focusing on work.

Hours later, you finally arrive. After paying the driver, you enter the hotel and walk up the reception. Once you get your card, you head towards the elevator.

Suddenly, a group of women appear in front of you, and you almost collide with them. Barely able to keep your balance, you look after them. People.

You see them walking to what seems like a party in one of the huge rooms of the hotel.

The picture of Ahin flashes through your mind as you watch the women enter the room. They are all wearing dresses and high heels. Some of them are holding drinks already.

You have two options. Either sit alone in your room. Or try to pick up one of the women from the party.

Deciding on the latter, you get to your room quickly. You roll your suitcase towards one of the corners, barely glancing at the room, before you leave again.

Luckily, you were able to change after your dressing room escapades. You don't have pants on which are marked by Karina's juices anymore.

You fix your hair in the mirror of the elevator as you make your way downwards.

Once you arrive, you read the sign at the door. A birthday party.

Once you step inside, you realize that about 90% of the people present are women. Which will make your night a little easier. You scan the room, trying to figure out whom to approach first.

You almost stumble forward as something hits you in the back. Turning around, you see two women one is holding the other, who seems to be too drunk to stand alone. A diadem is placed on her messy hair. The birthday girl, you guess.

The woman next to her draws your attention to herself, though.

Her short pink dress hugs her body, while her brown hair flows down her back. The silver necklace highlights her collarbone beautifully. White gloves are hiding her slim hands.

An apologetic smile decorates her angel like face.

"I'm sorry, sir."

She bows and hurries to get her friend inside the room.

You follow her with your eyes, unable to get her face out of your mind, as you take in her body from behind.

When she is covered by the crowd, you walk over to the bar. It has been quite a long day, and you are getting tired.

Leaning against the bar, you check the alcohol on the shelve behind it. It seems like most of the women bought their own alcohol since almost none of the bottles are open.

The bartender looks a little bit bored, spending his time watching the gorgeous women dance through the room. The music is pretty loud for your taste, but you decide to stay.

You are about to order when a hand gently touches your arm. Recognizing the white glove, you look at the woman to your right.

"Hello again. I'm sorry about hitting you."

"It's fine."

You give her a reassuring smile.

"Let me buy a drink."

Now it's her turn to smile.

"No one has ever said that to me before."

You make her chuckle.

Turning towards the bartender, you order the best Bourbon you can see behind him. Glancing at the woman next to you, it seems like she doesn't know much about Bourbon. She is holding about thirty dollars worth of money in her hand.

After he put the glass of brown liquid down in front of you, he turns towards the woman.

"That would be 554,15 Yuan, miss Shen."

Her jaw drops, and you see her step from one foot onto the other.

You pretend not to notice as she glances at you, giving her an innocent look.

Surprisingly, she is able to hold in her emotions, although you see a hint of anger flicker in her eyes.

"Let me get my purse real quick."

She disappears in the crowd once more.

You can't suppress a laugh once she is out of sight. Taking out your wallet, you let four hundred dollars fall on the bar.

"For the glass and the rest of the bottle. You can keep the change if you play along."

The man nods, a happy smile on his face.

You guess he doesn't get tipped a hundred bucks often. But you don't have change.

When the pink dress is back, she eyes the bottle of Bourbon on the bar.

"Don't tell me...."

She looks at you. Her eyes wide in disbelief.

"I asked him."

You nod at the barkeeper while keeping eye contact with her.

"The bottle is around 2.7k."

It looks like her eyes almost fall out of her head.

"Two what?"

"Two thousand seven hundred seventy yuan, miss Shen."

The barkeeper answers her question politely, and you wink at him.

"I don't have so much money with me."

You see her panicking while searching her purse.

"It's okay, miss. I will just pay for myself. Thanks for the offer, though."

The disappointment is visible on her cute face. She just wanted to be nice.

"Miss Shen, is it?"

She looks up at you, taking a moment before nodding.

"You are friends with the birthday girl?"

"Yes, but I was actually on my way out. I'm flying home early tomorrow."

"Where are you from?"

"I'm from here. But I live in Korea."

Her disappointment and anger seem to have disappeared.

"How about this?"

She gives you a curious look.

"Since you aren't paying for my drink, let me but one for you."

You see her cheeks redden as she looks away. You are not entirely sure if it's because of embarrassment or shyness. But she looks adorable now.

"That feels kinda wrong. I should at least pay for my own drink."

"Please."

You gesture towards the shelve.

"I insist."

You see her thinking for a moment until she finally gives in.

"Alright, thank you."

She smiles at you warmly before turning towards the bartender.

"How much is the cheapest drink?"

You didn't expect her to be this considerate.

"What do you like to drink most?"

You ask before the man can answer.

"Red wine, but -"

"The best, please."

You don't let her finish, and a couple of moments later, a glass of red wine stands in front of her.

"How much is this?"

She whispers, pointing at the glass.

"207 Yuan, miss Shen."

"We'll take the bottle."

You put two hundred on the table.

"You can't do this."

The young woman holds your hand.

"It's fine."

"I can't let you spend so much money on me."

You shrug it off as the barkeeper places the bottle in front of her.

"Let's go."

You down your glass in one shot. The idea is worse than you expected. You feel like you just drank pure fire. Trying to hide your burning throat, you take the two bottles and turn around.

You don't wait for her as you start to walk towards the door.

A couple of moments later, you hear her heels on the floor, as she is trying to keep up with you.

"Where are we going?"

"You said that you were about to leave anyway."

She nods.

"Well, I didn't buy these bottles to drink them at the bar."

You see her confused face, and until you reach the elevator, you don't hear a response.

"Oh."

It seems like she got what you are saying.

"I don't even know you."

"(Y/n). I would shake your hand, but..."

You show her the bottles.

"Xiaoting. It's a pleasure."

She smiles and grabs the wine bottle, moving it up and down a little, as if she is shaking your hand.

"The pleasure is all mine."

You reassure her, as the two of you step into the elevator.

"Do you do this often?"

She looks down as she asks the question.

"Drink? Probably more than I should."

She chuckles.

"No. I mean, buying women drinks and inviting them to your room."

"You would be surprised."

"What do you mean?"

"I work a lot. I usually don't have time for stuff like this."

"I feel honoured."

Her sarcastic tone makes you smile.

Thirty minutes later, the forgotten bottles are standing on the table. Your chair is turned away from it, as Xiaoting is sitting in your lap. Her brown hair covers your faces as she pushes her tongue forward. Trying to get access to your mouth.

The two of you share a deep kiss, while one of your hands is placed on her beautifully shaped ass. When she leans away for air, you drown in her gorgeous eyes. The taste of the wine is now lingering on your lips, as Xiaoting leans down again, connecting her mouth with yours.

You found out a lot about her while the two of you were drinking, so you want to find out if she was telling the truth.

While your right hand is still holding her ass, your left one grabs the phone on your table.

Xiaoting breaks the kiss. A questioning look on her face.

"You said you are a dancer, right?"

She nods.

"I am."

"Dance for me."

A smile appears on her lips before she pecks yours one last time. Getting off your lap, Xiaoting takes a couple of steps back.

When you start the song, she takes only a second before she knows what it is. Girl's day's "Something."

She snaps her fingers with the beat before she starts dancing. When it says "drop it," she does just that. Kneeling on the floor, her eyes are on yours as she leans forward. Her hand sliding over the floor. You catch a glimpse of her tits before she is on all fours. Moving her butt to the music, her hair is partially covering her face. The brunette's gloves roam her body as she sways her hips to the rhythm of the song.

You have seen the original dance before, but Xiaoting seems to be improvising a little. The dance was suggestive before already, but she is adding a new layer to it now.

Instead of pulling her dress to the side and showing off her legs, Xiaoting slowly lowers herself on the floor.

She stays like this for a couple of moments. She seems to know exactly where you are looking at, as her hand glides over her butt slowly. Her glistening heels sparkle in the light, showing off her porcelain skin.

You wonder if she is as fragile as she looks, as her hand traces along her curves while she stands up again.

Her body seems to be made to hypnotize you, as Xiaoting dances in front of you.

Her hips sway from left to right as she moves to the rhythm.

While one of her hands is hovering over the hem of her dress, the other is touching her chin. The brunette bites onto one of her clothed fingers teasingly before slowly getting the white glove off with her teeth.

She throws it playfully at you before turning around. Lifting her hair up in a makeshift ponytail, Xiaoting shows off her beautiful back to you.

When she drops to her knees this time, she closes and opens her legs slowly. It makes her move up and down a little, making your eyes focus on her backside. Looking over her shoulder at you, she gives you a wink while her left hand roams her butt.

You feel yourself getting harder with every single movement, as Xiaoting slowly stands up again, showing off her curves.

Walking over to you, she puts her hands on your shoulders before sitting in your lap once more. She keeps moving to the music as she begins to grind herself on you.

Automatically, your hands grab the cheeks of her ass, as you don't want her to leave again. Xiaoting leans forward, pressing her chest into your face. You enjoy the feeling of her dress on your skin and her small breasts behind it.

After leaning back again, her left hand leaves your shoulder before touching her own collarbone. Her fingers follow its path until they reach her naked shoulder.

With her thumb, she slowly pushes the strap of her dress towards the edge of her shoulder. Her eyes are on yours, as you watch her.

Finally, the strap falls off her shoulder, hanging loosely around her arm. It is barely exposing more skin, as her dress only falls a little. You want to see more, but in that moment, the song is over.

You are barely able to hold yourself back, wanting to just rip the dress off her, but Xiaoting leans over, taking your phone. A second later, a new song plays. She whispers in your ear while her hand unbuttons your shirt.

"Thousands of people listen to our songs. But only you will hear my voice when I scream your name."

You think you heard the song before, but you are to engaged in the woman on your lap to really listen. Peppering the white skin on her neck with kisses, you make it hard for her to undo the last buttons. You feel her shudder a little as your hands squeeze her ass cheeks.

"More."

She sighs as you begin to mark her perfect skin. You don't know if she needs to appear in public soon or if she just doesn't care. Either way, you start to leave hickeys on Xiaoting's neck. You keep kneading her butt at the same time as she lets out a moan.

By the time the brunette finally reaches the button of your pants, you have already given her three large purple marks.

"You like me marking you?"

You whisper into her ear.

"Yes. I love it. I want everyone to see what a slut I am."

You kiss her right shoulder.

"What are you going to say when your members ask you?"

As she unzips your pants, you take the strap of her dress between your teeth, pulling it down her arm. Your hands still busy playing with her ass.

"I'm going to tell them the truth. That I'm a dirty whore for you."

Xiaoting sighs, as you bite her earlobe softly.

You didn't expect such lewd words to fall out of her mouth. But you can't say you hate it.

When the brunette finally freed your cock, she begins to stroke you. You take her dress into your mouth, right above her chest and pull it down, since your hands are still squeezing her ass cheeks. Once you expose her small tits, you dive in, kissing all of the skin that is in front of you.

Her slim fingers move along the length of your shaft in a slow rhythm. When you start to take one of her nipples into your mouth, her strokes become faster.

"Oh, yes."

Xiaoting sighs in pleasure as you make her feel better than she expected.

"How are you so good at this?"

You don't answer, still busy with sucking on her nipples.

Once you have covered both of them in spit, you lean back, enjoying the handjob you are getting. You see the lust in the brunette's eyes, as she feels your cock becoming as hard as possible.

"I need this inside of me."

She leans forward and gives you a kiss, as if she is trying to convince you to fuck her.

"Please. It has been so long."

You glance at the huge windows and pick her up in an instant. Her smile shows her excitement, as you carry her towards the window.

Pressing her against the cold surface, you capture her lips with yours once more. Xiaoting shivers as she feels the coldness of the glass against her naked back. The way you are holding her, turns her on even more as she hovers over your cock. The brunette imagines herself being dropped lower by you, getting impaled on your cock. She feels a small streak of her juices trickle down her thigh.

Once you have had enough of her lips for the time being, you put her down again. Still pressing her against the window, you whisper into her ear.

"Suck my cock."

Without hesitation Xiaoting drops onto her knees, taking your cock into her small hand. But then she turns around for a second, making sure no one is watching.

"Don't you want someone to see us?"

The brunette looks up at you, while you caress her cheek.

"Don't you want to show them how good you suck my dick?"

"Yes."

The word is almost a whisper, as Xiaoting trembles lightly, thinking someone might be watching. Your hand moves from her cheek to the back of her head. And while the two of you keep eye contact, you slowly push her onto your cock. Her lips part with ease, as she takes you inside, wrapping themselves around you tightly. Xiaoting's wet mouth feels like heaven, as you push into her further. The warmth around your cock almost makes you moan, as you make her take half of you inside.

When you let go of her head, Xiaoting retreats, until only your tip is in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around it, making you feel even better. You relish the feeling of her mouth, as she takes you inside of her again. This time, she takes a little more of you into her mouth, before retreating again. She repeats it again and again, making you finally let out a deep moan.

You feel her tongue glide underneath your shaft, as she takes you inside her mouth once more. Now deep enough, you feel yourself reaching her throat. Xiaoting looks up at you, as if she is asking for permission.

"Just take it, slut."

She hums on your cock in satisfaction, before finally taking you down her throat.

You have to look away, unable to watch as her throat tightens around you. The heat in your body starts to build and you don't want it to be over yet. You try to distract yourself by looking out the window. There are a couple of buildings, which are just as high as the hotel and you are sure, someone would be able to see what's going on in your room.

The thought of someone watching makes you want to take Xiaoting right here. Right here in front of everyone.

You hear her gag slightly, as she now takes all of your cock into her mouth. Her muscles tighten around you, trying to squeeze the life out of you. She feels incredibly tight like this.

"Xiaoting."

You are barely able to say her name.

"Get up if you wanna get fucked."

Her eyes widen in happiness, as she slowly gets off your cock. Once you have left the warmth of her mouth completely, she stands up. The two of you nose to nose.

Reaching downwards, you slip your hand beneath her dress. You are surprised by the lack of underwear, as you touch her labia. Xiaoting's breath hitches, as you feel her wetness.

"No underwear?"

"Just for you."

You chuckle, as you slip one finger inside of her. She leans against the glass, sighing in pleasure. Moving your finger, you watch her reactions.

"Please."

The brunette bucks her hips automatically in your direction.

"Fuck me. Show everyone what a slut I am."

You take a step forward, pressing her against the cold glass again. Her nipples are pressed against your lower chest, as you line yourself up with her pussy.

You kiss her deeply, as you enter her. Xiaoting moans into the kiss as she feels herself getting filled. It takes a while for her to adjust to your length, but after a couple of moments, you are finally to the hilt inside of her.

Retreating, you move your hips, before you push into her again.

"Fuck. So big."

The brunette moans, as you slowly start to fuck her. Your strokes are deep and slow. While you pound her into the glass, you kiss the skin on her neck again. The hickeys you left earlier are still marking her porcelain skin and you decide to add one more.

Xiaoting's hands move to the back of your head as she is trying to push you deeper.

"Faster please."

You don't respond, wanting to hear her beg. The brunette tightens her muscles around you, trying to make you go faster.

"Please."

Her needy whine is music to your ears.

"Make me your slut. Fuck me faster."

You leave her neck and you see the disappointment in her eyes, as you move out of her. But Xiaoting has no time to complain, as you spin her around, pressing her body against the glass again. When you enter her this time, you feel like she is even tighter than before.

"Yes. Show everyone who I am."

You take her hips as you thrust into her.

"And who are you?"

"I'm your little slut. I'm a slut for your cock."

You go faster, rewarding her for her right answer. Xiaoting moans into the glass, as her forehead rests against it. She feels her nipples touch the cold surface, making them stiff. Your hard grip on her hips makes her hiss in pain, as you can't hold yourself back any longer.

You think you might be going overboard, as you see the light red marks on her flesh, but Xiaoting only moans louder.

"Bruise my hips! Do want you want with my body! Just make me cum!"

Her panting becomes heavier, as you drill her into the window. While you thrust into her you pull her towards you, making you penetrate her even deeper. After a while her forehead starts to hit the glass repeatedly. The banging starts to mix with the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Your hips meeting hers.

Although it somewhat turns you on hearing her head getting shoved against the window, you don't want to hurt her too much.

One of your hands leaves her hips and makes Xiaoting turn her head, so now her cheek is pressed against the glass. You see a red spot on her forehead and a smile on her face.

As you start to fuck her as fast as you can, you can see her mouth hanging open. Xiaoting is unable to form words anymore. Her mind goes blank at the pounding she is getting. She starts to drool on the glass, unable to control her body.

You already expected her to cum sooner or later, but she hit you without warning still. A low moan, almost animal like escapes her throat, as she cums on your cock. Her pussy squeezes you as much as she can. She is unable to move any other part of her body, being trapped between you and the glass. Her cunt contracts around you in a wild rhythm, as she rides out her high.

You have to stop yourself from moving, as you feel yourself getting closer. Not wanting to finish yet, you wait for Xiaoting to calm down.

Once she has regained control over her own body, you regretfully leave her warm cunt. You hear her whine, but you just pick her up. Carrying her to the bed bridal style, you look down on her face.

It does seem like there is gonna be a small mark on her forehead. The sweat on her face is making some of her hair stick to her skin. She looks up at you with half lid eyes.

"Let's see how good of a cumdump you are."

A smile forms on her lips, before you let her fall on the bed. Thinking you want to take her from behind, Xiaoting gets on all fours and starts to crawl to the middle of the bed.

You have something else in mind. You grab her by her ankle and pull her towards you. Her arms, still weak from the pounding she just took, are unable to support her weight. She falls face first into the sheets. She pretends to struggle at your grip, but you force her to the edge of the bed.

"You are not going anywhere until you have my cum running down those beautiful thighs of yours."

You roll her over and examine her body.

Her face is flushed red with arousal. Her nipples are still hard from the cold glass. The pink dress is hanging loosely around her waist, exposing her tight snatch. Her folds are dripping with her juices, making her skin glisten in the hotel room light. Her long creamy legs are now hanging over the edge of the bed. Her heels sparkling.

"What are you waiting for? Put that cock where it belongs."

You take her ankles and put them together, before putting them on your left shoulder. When you enter her this time, Xiaoting feels incredibly tight. You groan at her wetness and you see her arch her back, as she is getting stuffed again.

"Fuck."

The brunette lets out a squeal, as you start to pound her again. You feel even bigger inside of her now. She doesn't know if it's because she came or the position of her legs. Either way she feels completely full, as you take her higher and higher.

While one of your hands is holding her ankles together, the other is holding her thighs. Her closed legs add more to that incredible tightness.

You feel a familiar feeling raising, as you see her body like this. Xiaoting takes your cock with pleasure as you continue to fuck her to her next orgasm.

You know you are close yourself. Wanting to get as much pleasure from Xiaoting's pussy as possible, you move her feet off your shoulder. You push them towards her, exposing her tight snatch to you. Luckily Xiaoting is incredibly flexible. Probably due to her dancing. You push her feet towards her head, until she is able to hold them herself. Her heels are right next to her face as you grab her hips.

Her body lying like this is a beautiful sight to witness, as you pound her faster.

The position of her legs make her even tighter. You were convinced that it was impossible. But here you are. You are almost unable to fuck her properly. She has become this tight.

It feels like the grip of her pussy on your cock is crazy strong.

"I'm gonna cum!"

You move your hand to her clit, rubbing it, as you see her facial expressions.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Xiaoting looses control once more. She almost lets go off her feet.

"(Y/n)!"

She trembles and whines underneath you, while you keep rubbing her pearl.

"Stop! Please!"

You hear her lustfilled voice. Her tone betraying her words.

She cums again a second later.

"(Y/n)!"

This time it hits her hard. Her pussy contracts wildly around you, before you are pushed out of her. Her juices splash everywhere, as she starts to squirt. Your hand. Her midriff and her dress. The sheets. The carpet. Everything gets drenched.

"No more."

Xiaoting begs for her life, but you don't listen. You keep rubbing her clit making her cum for a third time in a row.

Her juices gush out of her like hydrant, as she covers everything with her cum.

You see that you would break her if you keep going. Moving your hand away from her clit, you grab her hips once more. They are now slick and you have to hold her tighter so you don't let go of them.

Pushing inside of her, you see Xiaoting's eyes roll to the back of her head. Wordless moans and groans escape her mouth. It's visible how hard she is trying to keep her legs in position, not wanting them to snap back towards you like a bow.

Although she is still as tight as before, her wetness now makes it a little easier to slide in and out of her. The sight of Xiaoting cumming like this brought you to the edge as well. You hold on as long as you can, wanting to remember the feeling of her tight pussy forever.

Her limb body is getting rocked back and forth by your thrusts. Her eyes are now staring up at the ceiling. They have lost all focus. It seems like you literally fucked her brains out.

When you are unable to control yourself any longer, you burry yourself as deep in Xiaoting's pussy as possible.

You hear a weak moan escape her half opened mouth, as your cum fills her cunt. Rope after rope paints her inner walls, until you have given her everything you have.

Unable to gather any sort of strength, you fall next to Xiaoting onto the bed. You feel her move a little, resting her head on your chest, before you drift off to sleep.

#kpop female idols #kpop #kpop girls #kpop smut #male reader #kpop gg #kep1er #xiaoting #Spotify

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deaddee-anime-brownfanlady · 9 months

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Honestly, when it comes to Mitzi May, I truly do feel for the woman, like seriously. I perhaps can get why some don't care for her or when it comes to disliking her actions at times. Which I find interesting considering all of the Lackadaisy characters aren't exactly the most upstanding or super high moral group of individuals except for probably Horatio or Lacy. Back to Mitzi, I feel she doesn't get enough love or that she underappreciated and not value enough.

For real the woman is seriously and desperately doing all that she can to keep the Lackadaisy speakeasy afloat while at the same time still grieving over the lost of her husband and taking up as boss after his mysterious murder. Which is still up in the air on who could've actually killed Altas amongst the rumors of Mitzi being involved, but reading & re-reading the comic more than often and taking in the little details of dialogue and how Mitzi speaks of Atlas within parts of the comic or even in the pilot, I deeply think that you can feel also see that she truly did loved Atlas a lot.

Like Mitzi is doing all that's she can to try to keep her late husband legacy and his once booming empire in tack. Although...very obviously struggling to do so, Since after Atlas death about most if not a good half of the Lackadaisy staff and those who where super loyal to Atlas rolled on out completely. With only a few of the original staff members left such as Viktor and Horatio including the band.

I'm not sure how super involved Mitzi was when it comes to the business side of handling a speakeasy and dealing with the "Dirty work" aspect of it when Atlas was still alive? From some parts of the comic it's seems that Mitzi obviously knew the dangerous surroundings and dealings of her husband business affairs.

It seems pretty apparent that Mitzi most definitely knew the dangerous surroundings of what her husband was doing. I mean it's being during prohibition and all and running a underground illegal speakeasy and dealing with comparators. Of course it be a bloody dangerous way of living and business life and I'm certain from parts of the comic and even bits of the mini ones is that Mitzi knew of the dangers of said business life, but back then with her husband around she was just the boss wife and maybe wasn't as super involved with that side of the speakeasy except for the entertainment aspects. Now Mitzi is very much desperately trying to hold everything all together of what her husband left behind. Now I can get on some levels when it comes to Mitzi actions being questionable and some fans not caring for the way she can go about things.

Honestly I too don't always agree to the some of the lengths or certain things Mitzi does. But I can see her were she coming from sometimes and the fact that she doing all she can to keep Lackadaisy up. Also, I think her desperation in some cases and her trying so hard to keep the speakeasy going could be tie to some parts of her upbringing. Which I remember hearing from one of the Lackadaisy streams from the Official Youtube channel, on dealing with parts of Mitzi background and how she came from poverty growing up and honestly its really makes sense on why she so desperately doing all she can in terms of trying to keep Lackadaisy going.

From living and having to grow up in poverty to being constantly on the road as a musician with Zib and the rest of the band gang most likely getting gig after gig and probably maybe, perhaps not always having a whole lot of money when doing so. Until suddenly you find yourself performing at an fancy hotel and catch the attention of a highly esteemed gentleman that you thought you would probably never had the chance of being close towards.

Also, the fact that the woman literally sold everything she had to keep everyone feed. Like seriously she sold her and Altas likely huge house and all the cars not mentioned she sold off all of her wedding china's. I mean I feel she wouldn't do that if she didn't actual cared about the band and what's left of the staff members or simply trying her best to hold onto what her husband built. Now who truly killed Atlas is still a mystery and I can see why some might assume and feel it's Mitzi, but this little scene right still gets me. When reading this specific scene and part of the comic on Mitzi selling off everything she had expect for the pearl necklace Altas gave her for the first time and how at that moment she truly felt like she was somebody and how Altas made her feel like a special girl.

Honestly, there's so much going on with Mitzi that I seriously can't help but deeply feel for her and what she is dealing with. I can understand on some levels why she might not be everybody favorite, but I truly feel for her and her trying her hardest and best to keep things going...while not always using the greatest methods....but I do believe Mitzi deserves some love because lord the woman been through some rough shit.

#lackadaisy cats #mitzi may #lackadaisy #lackadaisy comic #lackadaisy spoilers #lackadaisy meta #lackadaisy pilot #meta analysis #webcomic #character meta

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morganshifts · 1 month

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Introducing myself in my different DRs

Fame DR:

My name is Madeline, and I'm a teenage actress and singer. I have long brown hair, brown eyes, and freckles. I'm a really successful actress, but I'm best known for my role in 'Descendants', where I played a role similar to myself.

K-12 (Melanie Martinez) DR:

My name is Morgan, and I just started attending K-12. I'm a part of Kelly's group, but I secretly have powers. I don't get along with Crybaby and the others, but at some point, I'll accidentally get them out of a bad situation (like the Nurse's Office thing), and then we'll be forced to work together.

The Void (Weirdcore/Kidcore DR):

My name is Morgan, and I live in a world called 'The Void' where everything is weird and surreal. There are a lot of liminal spaces and strange events, and everything is divided into 'Levels' (kind of like the Backrooms).

2000s Musician DR:

My name is Morgan, but I'm widely known as Yume from the group "Phantom Kiss!". We're currently working on our debut album, which includes tracks like "Hello Kitty" (originally from Jazmin Bean), "Girlfriend" (originally from Avril Lavigne), and "Calling all the Monsters!" (originally from China Anne McClain).

Creepypasta/Slenderverse inspired DR:

My name is Morgan, and I just moved to a small town in the middle of nowhere to live with my Dad, Tim Wright. Here, I'm meeting lots of new people (all of the Canon Creepypasta/Marble Hornets/Slenderverse characters but normal un-traumatized versions of themselves). But as time goes on, I will start to become involved with a mysterious being known as The Slenderman, who is trying to make me his servant.

The Dollhouse (Morute/Creepy cute DR):

My name is BabyDoll, and I live in a big pink house deep in the woods. My closest friend is a girl named Ana, but my enemy is a girl named Charlotte, who is very arrogant and mean. Everything follows a pink, lacy, and vintage aesthetic.

Specter Academy (Grunge Ghost Boarding School DR):

My name is Blair, and I'm a part of a special group of people called The Phantoms who can manipulate darkness and shadows. Phantoms are considered dangerous monsters by the rest of society, so I've been in hiding all my life, until I recently found a hidden school, Specter Academy, where Phantoms stay to learn to use their powers.

That's not even half of them but I think this post is long enough. I might do a part two if y'all like this post idk.

#desired reality #reality shifter #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifters #shifting community #shifting realities #dr ideas

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coqxettee · 1 year

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How to be Coquette in Spring 🐣🌸

How to be the girliest, coquette forest fairy, in bloom for the Spring season 🍃🧚‍♀️💌

Wake up early every Spring morning. Everything is in bloom! Read a light hearted book in bed. Open your window to smell the fresh air and flowers if your lucky like me and live in the countryside! If your in a city, go for a walk! Have a shower, do your skincare and make a healthy, Spring breakfast. Maybe some fruit with all the fresh colors now the weather is warming up? 🍓🍉

Wear floral print everything! (Especially in Springtime) 🌷 Pick an airy, fairy light outfit. But make sure it’s still warm incase it gets chilly and there are any April showers 🌧 Some Coquette Spring clothing essentials are (milkmaid tops, Mary Janes, floral dresses, pretty skirts, cardigans, flower crowns, satchels, light-knit sweaters, crochet items 🎀)

School or work can be boring. But Spring makes everything better 💐 Walk to school/work if you can and listen to Lana. Make your notes look pretty with some pretty flower doodles, leaf drawings or add flower pressing to your school books/journals. Wear flowers in your hair to school, make daisy chains at break/lunch. Bring in some Spring treats for your friends to enjoy. Maybe buy a new floral backpack and add some pretty flower charms to it, also invest in some pastel highlighters/stationary for Spring. Put some Spring stickers on your headphones/water bottle🌼

Go on a picnic. This is literally the perfect time of year to as the weather is getting warmer. Take a pink, gingham picnic blanket with you and go and have fun! Take some pictures for Instagram and you could even decorate a pretty cake to bring with you 🎂

Do some Spring baking. Heart shaped cookies, cupcakes, pastel rice crispie nests, jam envelope’s, cherry pie, the list is endless. You could also bring these sweet treats on your picnic! 🍰💌

Have a tea party. By yourself or with friends. You could go vintage shopping for some beautiful china teacups/tea sets. Bake scones, but biscuits and pretty sweets like marshmallows, party rings, bon-bons and macaroons. Buy a selection of Tea’s and dress up elegantly. Decorate your table with a pink tablecloth and add pretty decorations all around. Wear silk, lacy gloves too, so you look like a Spring princess sipping her tea 🍵🎀

Do some flower pressing 🌸

Buy anything that is “ditsy floral” print and anything that is Bunny themed 🐰

Have a yellow, pink, cream, beige and baby blue wardrobe all throughout this time of year 💝

Go on long Spring walks. Even if you live in a city. You can take pretty photos and see wildlife as you walk ⛅️

Wear flowers or bows in your hair everyday to really emulate Spring through your outfits. Wether they be casual or classy at all times 🪷

Have a new Spring scent. There are so many floral scented perfumes, and you could correlate one for this season. Then whenever you smell that scent again, you will be reminded of Spring 🌷

Buy a pink raincoat and umbrella to splash in April shower puddles. Take some cute photos with them for Instagram and put a “rainy day” quote as the caption💦💗

Don’t forget to indulge in sweet treats. Especially because it has been Easter. Now winter comfort food is out the way, Spring is a very sweet and refreshing time of year. Treat yourself and venture out of your comfort zone with some yummy looking new pastries or sweets from another country. (I love Japan’s sweets soooo much!) 🍡

Make a new “Coquette Spring playlist” or just add mine to your library 😋 ⬇️🌸

Read light hearted novels or fantasy children’s hooks, outside on sunny days. 📖

Have a “Coquette Spring” movie marathon. Cinderella (2015), Marie Antionette, Tangled, Pride & Prejudice and A room with a view are all beautiful and visually aesthetically pleasing movies to watch this time of year 🌸

And that’s it! I hope you have the most beautiful Spring ever and have fun frolicking around in fresh, sweet meadows, in pretty silk dresses from morning till noon 🌷🐰

- Kellen

#baby pink #coquette #coquette aesthetic #lana del rey #girly pink #girly #girly aesthetic #girly girl #girly kei #girly stuff #lana del ray aesthetic #lana del slay

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rickybaby · 19 days

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Anyway I think Grace was right to force Daniel to wear red underwear for good luck.

Sending Daniel a pack of lacy red g-strings for China

#just a reminder that all talk about Daniel losing his seat between now and China will be bullshit #he’s getting a new chassis because they want to still give him a chance to prove himself #anyway my heart had an irregular contraction thinking about Daniel in the car as it spun and him most probably fearing the worst after zand

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softmoonlightmelody · 1 year

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Aphrodite Cabin HCs

This is everything from fleshing the different members out, to various hijinks and random headcanons. remember - specializations are broad, mostly because the aphrodite kids take wide swaths of land and then declare them their own.

Members (in birth order):

Drew Tanaka - head counselor. represents philautia, love of self. specializes in Chinese and Japanese clothing - particularly likes the Tang Dynasty of China and the Meiji Period of Japan. She moved from Japan to America when she was ten after her stepmother died. Her father feels mostly cold indifference for her. Uses two Celestial Bronze-sharpened fans. She/her, aromantic asexual. Trans mtf.

Piper McLean - technically gone. former head counselor. represented storge, love of family (mostly). was not there long enough to cement her specialization. Use Katoptris, her beloved dagger. She/her, homoromantic homosexual.

Valentina Diaz - represents eros, love of physicality. specializes in South American clothing, mostly Argentinian, although she has dipped in other places around South America. grew up with her loving father, who does tech. Uses a really big sword. She/they, biromantic bisexual.

Mitchell Láska - represents xenia, hospitality. specializes in Southern Europe and Northern Africa. He's quarter-Czech, quarter-Egyptian (and half-god). His mother raised him on both cultures, and she runs an inn. Uses a spear. He/him, homoromantic asexual. Trans ftm.

Sajan Mishra - represents philia, love of friends. specializes in Indian, Pakistani, and Nepalese clothing. He's a desi kid and goes to Hindi school on weekends. Compains about it, too. Uses a bow and arrows. He/they, aromantic heterosexual.

Lacy Abbott - represents agape, love of faith. specializes in Northern Europe. She was raised under the Church of England, and moved to America later. Token white of the Aphrodite Cabin. Uses a mace. She/her, does not know her orientation other than that she doesn't like boys.

Ife Kayode - represents storge, love of family (mostly). specializes in Subsaharan Africa clothing. She lives at camp year-round after her mother died in a car crash very recently. Uses an ida sword. She/ae, does not know her orientation.

Headcanons:

no Aphrodite Cabin member is straight. just... no.

Lacy makes them all corsets at one point to experiment with tailoring. All of them love their corsets.

the Aphrodite Cabin's sparkling nail polish has a secret - it is infused with Celestial Bronze, or, more recently, Imperial Gold. They have a single, incredibly sparingly used dagger shavings from some of Artemis's silver. Bronze and gold have very different looks, and so does silver. If anything, the Aphrodite Cabin steals the metal scraps that are pretty much useless that are left over from the Hephaestus Cabin's creations.

they literally use daggers to do eyeliner.

the Aphrodite Cabin has their 'emergency weapons' - the campers are pretty scared of that. It's actually the two knives in their combat boots and nails sharp enough to claw out a monster's throat.

there is always a Aphrodite Cabin member for each form of love. Piper joined after Silena's death (the space of around two months between) and Ife joined after Piper left the demigod world.

Drew is the most levelheaded Aphrodite camper.

they braid each other's hair. except for Piper. Piper's always been an exception to most Aphrodite kid things, because she vehemently hates it. the other Aphrodite kids don't understand.

#chb cabin headcanons #cabin ten #aphrodite cabin #piper mclean #drew tanaka #mitchell #lacy #valentina diaz #pjo

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123pixieaod · 7 months

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"I care, I care, I care"

The weirdest brainrot pairing I've ever gotten lol. Set in the aftermath of the sprint today. Please enjoy this Oscar/Logan fic

You ’ll get it soon.

Unspoken words, hovering above his head. Like a lightbulb in a cartoon, just waiting for the idea to strike. Talent finally awakening. Light flicking on.

James, telling him that he’ll get it soon. The car is different, it’s new, and it’s a beast which Logan still needs to tame. But soon. Soon he’ll get it, whatever it is. The ability to finish, to get out, to smile. To be something other than an embarrassment, a pay-in, a stupid American.

“You’ll get it soon baby,” Lacy runs her fingers through his hair. He hums, scrolling through Instagram. Blue light, burning his eyes. Mindless. Anything not to look up, to not see her pity. She’s two years younger than him. A part-time student, full-time model. Oscar had raised his eyebrows at Logan when he first saw her. Blond hair as straight as rain, skin perfect, tight white tea with a neat skirt. Ticking all the boxes. An influencer and he’s a driver, and they look so good together, everyone says it.

“You sure caught yourself a good one with her, didn’t you?” He joked later. Elbow knocked into Logan’s side, and he forced himself to look up, offer a small smile. Wait for the joke, the barb tangled into his flesh.

“Lucky”, Oscar had simply said. A quick wink, as if it wasn’t just the two of them.

Who? Logan had imagined saying. Cut his tongue out. No need for words in a car anyway.

“You’ll get it soon,” his mother tells him. Voice soft, even over the line. About two continents and three oceans between them. Lacy still beside him. Updating her own Instagram, and Logan watches her edit the photos. Manicured nails in the pattern of a chequered flag tap on the screen, zooming in and out. I’m surprised you even know what a chequered flag looks like.

“Thanks,” he says. She zooms in on her skirt, dragging her finger over the material, instantly smoothing out the wrinkles. Saturation turned up slightly. In other life, I think I’d like to be an artist, he had once said. Laughter. Turning to look at him, eyes bright even in the darkness. Why wait for another lifetime? Why not this one Loge?

Maybe when I’m older, he had conceded. But for now, I’m too busy winning races to bother with sketching.

Don’t you mean too busy losing to me? Oscar giggled. An arm out, hand playfully pushing him in the darkness. Night heavy. Thirteen, heart too big in his chest.

“It’s just unlucky,” his mother continues. It’s dawn back home. He wonders has she slept at all. “Quali set you back, and the car isn’t good overtaking in circuits like these. You couldn’t do anything else, Logan. The car isn’t good with grip, you’re just getting the hang of it. It’s unlucky, could’ve happened to anyone.” He nods, even though she can’t see him. Lacy is now zoomed in on her face, softening her skin texture and smoothing the imperfections away. Filter only her lips, brightening them.

“Are you tired?”

He nods again, and then feels stupid when the silence stretches. “Yes. A race is always tiring, you know?”

Of course, she knows. She’s the one who stood with his dad at the side of every race, every go-karting competition. American wind and American rain and American sun. Home saturated on the track, accents matching his own.

“Yes, sweetheart. Are you going to the after-party?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Logan pretends not to notice how Lacy stills.

“Really?” His mother tries to keep any inflexion from her tone. “Not even with Oscar?”

Logan huffs a laugh. “Oscar will be way too busy mom. He won the sprint.”

“I know, that’s what I meant. Not even to celebrate his first podium?”

He swallows, looking down at his trousers. Thumb fingernail trailing up and down the seam, made to perfection. India, China? Mass-produced, workers whose names he’ll never know. He wears and uses and discards their work, move on to the next thing to taint with his touch. Always new shirts, new trousers.

Oscar wrinkling his nose. Eleven. Carting academy in Brexton/ Brixton. Both are the only non-Europeans there. Locked as roommates, these foreigners who speak English differently. Logan’s first time sharing a room. Oscar’s first time meeting someone like Logan.

“That’s a waste,” he told him, watching as Logan sorted through his wardrobe. His parents had left him to unpack. His father telling him he was growing up, he was taking the first step in his career. His mother’s tight hug, promising to call every night, promising that he can come home whenever he wants. “You don’t need all those clothes.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t.” Incessant. Australian accent foreign and harsh against his ears. Bouncing through tones. Up and down. Higher-pitched than Logan’s.

“I don’t have half as many clothes as you have, and I’m fine,” he continued. Logan just shrugged. “I keep my clothes until they fall apart.” Proud, and Logan couldn’t help but turn, nose wrinkled in disgust.

“What?”

Oscar nodded, happy to finally have his attention. Cross-legged on the bed, skin still warm from Australian weather. Freckles. Front tooth missing, young for his age. “My mum even stitches them, if the tear isn’t bad. It’s a waste. It’s bad for the environment. Why buy new things when the old things are working fine? Plus, it’s an easy way to save money.”

Saving money. As if money was a finite source, something to be counted and hoarded and saved. Saving time, saving face, saving money.

Logan had never thought about that before.

“Tell him we’re happy for him, will you?” His mom is continuing. “I remember when he was just so small I just wanted to put him in my pocket.” She laughs, and Logan wrinkles his nose.

“Whatever mom.”

“I’ll text his mother too. She was always nice to us. Don’t tell Daddy, you know what he’s like.”

Another laugh. Like it’s nothing, just a joke. Logan continues to run his thumb along the seam of his pants. His mother always the one to ring him after the races. DNF, fighting with HAAS for the bottom three places. An investment. That’s what his dad used to call it. Carting is a creature surviving on a steady diet of money, and his dad is always there to provide for it. Up to F1, and success brushes against his fingertips before racing away.

“You made it to the family fridge,” Oscar once told him. Grinning, tone pitched lower, finally broken. Spots and acne. Seventeen and on the edge of something great.

“Oh yeah?” Logan replied, smirking. “Nicole couldn’t get enough of me, could she?”

Oscar laughed, pressing his side against Logan’s. A wall of warmth, his gentle sandalwood aftershave lingering in their shared space. Then pulling back, telling him he’s an idiot, the smile shaping his words.

“You’ll get it soon,” his mom says, the quiet stretching. She always had a knack for knowing what he was feeling, even though he’s lived away for longer than lived with her.

“Yeah,” he says, still picking at his jeans. “I better.”

Part 2

#logan sargeant #oscar piastri #I literally don't even know their ship names #osgan???#Logcar???#Logcar lol #my fic #lotsa angst here folks #and a splash of internalised homophobia???#Or possibly just being so far in the closest Narnia calls

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