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blueywrites · 20 days

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baby can we smoke?

eddie munson x ditsy!fem!reader you're the last person eddie expects to leave a note in his locker, but he won't regret meeting you out by the picnic table.

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cw: 18+. innocent reader (not minor-coded), corruption kink, weed usage, allusions to smut while high, no y/n, no physical descriptions.

Another 'naughty nights' ask that got a bit lengthy (check out the original ask here). I had fun writing from this perspective! Should I continue this with a part two? 👀 Let me know what you think. (PART TWO IS HERE!)

enjoy xx

Eddie finds the note in his locker right before lunch. It's written on a quarter of a math worksheet, ripped carefully at the folds and decorated with little doodles of hearts and clouds and shooting stars drawn in sparkly purple pen. That's not the only note in there, but it’s the only one that has him curious, ‘cause it’s from you.

He stops by your lunch table just before the final bell, letting his eyes rove over you while you aren’t paying attention. You’re wearing your typical attire: a fuzzy, pastel-colored sweater, baggy and soft-looking like cotton candy, paired with a little pleated skirt and that heart locket he always sees hanging from your neck in the class you share. He hadn’t pegged you as the type of girl to smoke, and it isn’t just because of the way you look since his clientele is diverse, dips into almost every pocket of the high school social ecosystem. It’s more the way you carry yourself— you seem to kind of float through life, let it bob you about without any resistance or, like, awareness, even? Like, you hum to yourself while you take notes; you don’t talk a ton, but when you do, you’ll talk to literally anybody who’s in proximity to you, including the teachers; and you’re always either giggling or smiling or, sometimes, wearing a look of vague confusion where your glossed lips will hang open, parted in a little ‘o’ like with all your concentration focused on trying to understand something, you have nothing left over to control your face.

Eddie doesn’t wanna call you dumb because that’d make him feel like an asshole, but you just seem so… innocent to be asking him to teach you how to smoke weed. It briefly crosses his mind that someone might just be trying to fuck with him and you hadn’t actually written the note, but when you finally notice him nearby, your wispy-lashed eyes widen eagerly like you’d been expecting him.

“Yeah, so,” you say, as if continuing a conversation you’d already been having with him, “I really wanna get high, and Susie said you’re the one who sells weed, but I just don’t know how to smoke. I’ve never done it before, not even, like, cigarettes or anything.”

You seem oblivious to the way several heads at the tables around yours swing around to stare, easily overhearing since you’re not making any effort to lower your voice. Eddie merely quirks a brow at them, and when they make eye contact with him, they turn back around. “So,” you go on, “I’d just need you to help me, show me how to smoke and stuff. Would that be okay?”

Eddie debates it for just a moment before relenting with a nod. He tells you to meet him after school at the picnic table behind the athletic fields and you agree right away, smiling up at him with an expression of such utter awe and glee that he has to stop himself from snorting in amusement. It’s funny, but it’s also kind of cute, too— Eddie doesn’t remember the last time someone was so excited at the idea of receiving his help, and your enthusiasm is endearing.

It’s simply endearing all the way up until he has you sitting facing him on the picnic bench, kicking your little feet idly while you straddle it, staring at him with that little ‘o’ face of concentration as he deftly grinds the bud. You plant your hands between your spread legs, leaning forward and watching with rapt fascination as he begins to pack the green into the paper. Your bare knees press against the inside of his, soft and warm through the rips in his jeans; his eyes flick to the hem of your skirt, the way it’s barely long enough to poke out from the pooling of sweater fabric at your lap, and he adds a bonus pinch or two to the joint. It’s fat when he finishes rolling, pinching it between two callused fingers as he tilts to the side and tugs his zippo from his pocket. The lighter draws your gaze like a fluttering moth, your attention snared by the flickering flame, and Eddie finds himself staring at you for a moment before he blinks his fascination away.

“Okay.” Eddie speaks once the paper catches, and your eyes dart from the smoldering tip to his face, expectant and waiting. You’re close enough that he can see where your mascara has flaked a little onto your lids, and from this distance, your helplessness— how dependent you are on him, how sweet and open and utterly trusting you look— elicits a pang low in his belly. He swallows. “So, you’re gonna wanna keep the smoke in your mouth first, and then inhale. Not too deep though, or else you’ll cough it all out and waste it. Here, I’ll show you.”

Eddie watches you watch him as his lips wrap around the end of the joint and he pulls from it, fairly shallowly compared to what he’d usually do. He drops his hand so you can see, lets his cheeks puff out so you won’t miss the way he’s collecting the smoke.

And that look on your face is so entranced, Eddie feels suddenly powerful. His chest expands on the inhale, and he smirks at you, closed-mouthed and crooked as your eyes widen at how long he holds it before he lets it billow from his nose like a dragon. That delights you, and the rest of the smoke escapes Eddie’s mouth on a raspy chuckle at how simple it is to please you.

“It’s that easy?” you ask as he waves the lingering smoke away, clearing the space between you.

“‘S that easy, sweetheart,” Eddie confirms. And he finds it curious when you bite your lip, dragging your teeth along the gloss there in such a way that it has him wondering how sticky it must feel. “You ready to give it a try?”

You nod, head bouncing like a dashboard bobblehead, but when Eddie maneuvers the joint in his fingers and holds out the end for you to take, you hesitate, fidgeting and pulling at your sweater sleeves so they cover your fingers.

“You want me to hold it for you?” Eddie guesses, and you nod again, meeting his gaze with a sweet little grateful smile that has his belly panging again, stirring with the barest amount of low, liquid heat. He reaches out, letting his hand hover at the side of your face, hesitating as he looks to you. “Can I—?”

“Yeah,” you say, your voice small and wispy in a way that isn’t helping with those stirrings he’s feeling. And your cheek is so smooth when he cups it in his hand, using the light grip to guide your face up and hold you steady for him as he brings the joint to your pouty lips. They brush Eddie’s thumb when they part for him to place the joint between them, sticking your flesh to his as you hesitantly pull the smoke into your mouth.

“That’s it,” he rasps, merely wanting to encourage you, but you just won’t stop staring at him like that as he feeds you the hit. Like, shit, can you really blame him when the stirring creeps lower, down from his belly into his groin? Your cheeks puff up with smoke, and he can almost feel what it’d be like to see the outline of his dickhead poking out of one— all soft and slick inside, plush skin stretched tight around his—

Your hands are flapping in the air between you like you’re trying not to grab onto him, and when Eddie notices the distressed pinch between your brows, he pulls the joint hastily from between your lips. You look like a fucking chipmunk, your cheeks are so full, and Eddie realizes that as he’d zoned out thinking about his cock in your mouth, you just kept sucking and sucking ‘til you literally couldn’t anymore.

Quickly, Eddie clutches the joint in his teeth to free his hands, gently cupping your full cheeks; sympathetic, patronizing, he says through it, “You didn’t have to— s’too much, honey, just blow a little out, okay?”

Smoke eeks out from your pursed lips in a steady stream until he pats your face with his fingertips. “Okay, that’s enough,” he says hurriedly, lest you release the entire hit. Obedient to a fault, you are, and damn him for where his mind wanders with that information. “Now, slowly—” he tips his chin, widening his eyes for emphasis, “slowly breathe it in. Take it nice and easy.”

You do as he says, and his shoulders nearly sag with relief when you do it successfully. “Okay, hold it for a few,” he coaxes, dropping his hands and absentmindedly plucking the joint from between his teeth, watching you closely for any signs of difficulty. When you remain placid, a proud grin spreads over his face, and as the seconds tick on, you grow mutually excited, your lips pressed tight and your eyes all lit up as you look back at him. Pretty, he thinks, and then again when you finally let the breath go and smile radiantly.

“I did it!” you exclaim, drumming your sleeved hands on your thighs excitedly as you giggle.

“You did,” Eddie replies, warm and fond at the sight of your happiness and the part he played in it. He takes another hit of his own— quicker but deeper than his first— and inclines his head once he’s released it, flashing his brows encouragingly at you. “You wanna try it again?”

“Definitely,” you say, tipping your face up and leaning in expectantly. Your scent washes over him, something fruity maybe, and Eddie has to try hard not to lean further forward and drag his tongue across your lips, to pry them open and see if the inside of your mouth tastes as sweet as you smell.

For a good while, you and Eddie trade hits back and forth, one for you for every two of his until the whites of your eyes go pink and your body loosens, unraveling upon the picnic table. You end up in a deep lean against the tabletop, your head propped in your hand, your breast squished against the wooden edge in such a way that even in that fuzzy near-shapeless sweater, the sight tantalizes him. Eddie’s feeling as high as you look, mirroring your posture with his knees spread wide, engulfing your shorter thighs in a dark frame of denim. He’s high enough that he doesn’t have that typical discomfort pinching in his chest at the silence between you, doesn’t feel the need to fill it by talking about whatever shit pops into his head. He’s consumed instead with sensation— the breeze ruffling his frizzy curls, tickling him with broken strands along his hairline; the dull crunch of old, nearly-rotted leaves under his sneakers; the hollow thrum of his pulse in his ears and the flow of living blood through his veins, cycling with each slow, rhythmic throb of his heart. And as he looks across at you— sweet, soft, sensual you — Eddie finds that since the high has his nerves all alight, he wants to touch your skin again, see how it feels now under his sensitized fingers.

The weed-haze brings with it a certain fond, almost nostalgic influence. It’s one that breaks down barriers, creates closeness where there wasn’t any, or magnifies it where there was. Your bodies are certainly closer now, sagging inward toward one another as you laze in mutual drug-induced comfort. Eddie’s used to feeling that influence, but you’re not, so when he reaches out and runs his finger down the back of your hand, you let out a small gasp at the contact. Startled, he jerks his dipping chin upright, bloodshot eyes darting to your face. But he finds no upset there, only surprise and shy pleasure painted across your features. So he plucks your hand from your lap, tugging it gently over to him and letting it rest on his thigh so he can satisfy his fascination with the texture of your skin. Your fingers twitch a little as he laces them with his, slowly dragging his fingertips through the gaps and then down your palm to your wrist. When his thumb comes back up to trace the outside of yours, you nudge into his touch, relaxing into the sensation with a languid sigh.

“Does it feel nice? The high,” he clarifies when you blink at him, droopy-lidded and wearing your little ‘o’ face. He keeps tracing along the valley of your thumb, dipping down and then back up along your index finger, enjoying the tickle of your skin against his calluses.

“Mm-hmm.” You smile, your eyes dropping to your joined hands. “Feels really nice. Kinda floaty, like my head’s not as heavy anymore.”

Eddie crooks a smile, humming his agreement. Lax and pliant, you let him continue to play with your fingers, and he’s suddenly hit with a potent impulsive urge to bring your limp hand to his mouth and nibble your fingertips, lick the smooth polish of your painted nails, suck your pinkie into his mouth and tease your skin with his tongue to see what sound you’d make. He doesn’t do that. But he does let his fingers snake under the sleeve of your fuzzy sweater, let them creep along your forearm up to the crease of your inner elbow. He drags his thumb in slow circles there, crawling around and around until he finds what he’s looking for: a sign that you feel the same stirring in your belly that he feels, revealed by the slightest whisper of a moan his touch pulls from your lips.

Encouraged, Eddie’s hands travel then— tugging out of your sleeve to smooth up your arm and over the dip of your shoulder; palming your neck, dragging up to your ear to cup around the base of your skull; ghosting across your ribcage and down to your hip; then sneaking just beneath the pleats of your tiny skirt, flexing against the hidden skin there. All the while, that liquid heat sloshes around in his belly, spreading low between his hips, dripping down to tighten in his balls and fill out his stiffening cock.

He doesn’t know exactly how it happens, but eventually, you end up laid out on the rough wood bench, your legs dangling to either side of his head as he kneels before you, nosing at the tender skin of your inner thigh. Your sigh is a shuddery, eager thing when his teeth graze the lacy edge of your cotton panties, which to his delight are swallowed up a little by the plump of your pussy lips. “Can I take these off?” Eddie asks, forcedly casual and only slightly gritty as he tries to bite back his own rabid eagerness lest he scare you off with it. But you’re quick to say yes, so quick that it tells him you want this just as much as he does, and maybe even more, though he can scarcely believe that.

The thought makes him cocky. He eases your panties down, deliberately slow to see if you’ll get impatient. Sure enough, you wiggle your hips, whining quietly to try to hurry him; the power your neediness gives him surges with his arousal as he feels just how damp the fabric is when he balls it in his fist. Hastily, he tucks your panties into his back pocket, his eyes locked on that sweet, swollen place between your legs.

"Aw, look’it her,” he croons, splaying his long fingers against your inner thighs to spread you more open for him. “Can't believe you been hiding her all this time under these little skirts you wear.”

If you’re cute, your pussy is adorable— plump like a peach, wet and ripe and glistening as he presses into your slit with his thumbs and pulls your lips apart to see more of her. She yields easily for him, splitting with a sticky click to reveal your quivering hole and your fat clit already peeking coyly from its hood. “Oh, she's so pretty, baby,” Eddie praises, his mouth watering and his cock jerking in his tight jeans, stiffening further against his zipper. “And she’s so wet already. Bet I can make 'er spit for me."

You coo, and he lifts his head to see you biting your lip through an eager grin. "Yeah? You excited for me to touch you?" Eddie chuckles, equally fond and condescending. "Aren’t you just a sweet little thing."

“R’you gonna eat my pussy, Eddie?” you ask, and the question is so dirty but your voice sounds so goddamn innocent that he can’t help but chuckle again, this time in disbelief.

“Yeah, baby,” he rasps, palming himself quickly over his jeans to try to bring relief because his dick is suddenly so fucking hard it aches. “I’m gonna eat your pussy.”

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majestyjun · 1 year

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# huening kai + miniskirts !!

tw. f!reader, perv!huening kai, fantasizing, unprotected, pussy drunk, semi public. nsfw + minors dni !!

a/n. it’s the finale! thank you for all the love n support the perv series has gotten, i really can’t express how much it has meant to read all the sweet reblogs, comments, and asks about this series <3 please enjoy~~ love, mille

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“kai?” a concerned voice calls, soft and sweet as his senses come back to reality. blinking drowsily, he vaguely registers the worn material of his varsity jacket brushing against his cheek, dark, wavy bangs casting shadows over his eyes as his vision blearily focuses. an eye-level row of empty, wood topped desks, chairs tucked neatly under. large, open windows reveal the cloudy sky, overcast and a light gray. “kai? are you awake?” lifting his head from the crook of his arm, kai sleepily glances over, met with facing a soft, navy wool sweater vest. leaning over, hair framing your face as you gaze down, head slightly cocked at him in expectation. “oh— i’m awake,” he mumbles, “where’d everyone go?” “it’s lunch, kai,” you pout, having waited for him so patiently to wake up and losing half your break time, “did you really sleep through class?”

as much as you adored him, kai had a tendency to nap through classes, several abysmal grades marring his record. always behind on assignments, but not even the strictest teacher could resist his sheepish and cute apologies as he turned in work a month late, crumpled in the corners and clearly partially done by a certain someone. but regardless of academic prowess, his real reputation rested in the court, the star of the varsity hybe high basketball team. blessed with a large build and height, long arms easily allowing him to make basket after basket, raining two and three pointers every game. if anything, he best team player to possibly walk the earth with the unmatched positivity and sportsmanship. and yet here he was, lazily blinking away sleep as he attempted to figure out what had happened before his untimely nap. “couldn’t help it,” he yawns, long legs awkwardly stretching under the desk too short for him, “late night practice yesterday.” shaking your head in affectionate dismissal, you reach into your bag, pulling out a neatly packed lunch to share before tugging over a chair to his desk. as you hand over a pair of chopsticks, kai’s hand pauses over them, his gaze staring at the floor, freezing he lifted his head up from the desk.

and for a moment, all his other thoughts are overridden with one. pretty, plush thighs, the soft flesh squished against the seat and very poorly covered by your skirt, riding up your leg as you sat down. so, so short, the expanse of skin so enticing, supple and smooth, decorated with small blemishes. short shadowy overhang leaving little to imagination. if only a little higher… and he’d be able to see cute hem of your cute panties. something about your thighs feels so indecent but so alluring, and he can recall how perfectly they slide into his hands, almost wishing he could— “kai?” you ask, glancing down at the floor, “what is it? a bug?” “erm—nothing, um, let’s eat!” kai fumbles, shaking his head and ruffling his bangs before accepting the utensils, trying to clear his mind. a loop of flustered swears at himself for being so easily distracted; he really really really couldn’t afford to pop a boner here, no matter how much he liked the skirt… and your thighs. confused but smiling, you pop a strawberry into your lips, observing him. kai’s ears were bright red.

“did you want a drink?” you question, leaning to the side of your seat to reach your bag. and it’s almost game over— your skirt sliding to the side, exposing the backs of your thighs as you rummage in your bag in search of said drinks, cute cotton panties unintentionally flashing him. plush and soft, so sweet and delicately untouched, and before he can realize it, a sudden, loud snap jerks your head back up. it’s kai, wooden chopsticks messily broken in his hand as his face burns bright red, shifty as he immediately avoids your gaze, clumsily turning towards the window and kicking the desk leg in doing so, resulting in an uncomfortable groan of the old furniture. “are you sure you’re alright?” your warm hand places itself on his forehead, touching to make sure he wasn’t ill, a slight sheen of sweat meeting your fingers. “y-yeah, just a little—um, out of it.” he stammers, before awkwardly yanking off his varsity jacket, “oh—s-sorry about your chopsticks.” stifling a laugh, you gently pry open his hand, taking the broken pieces away before walking away to toss them in the trash. and kai doesn’t know what to do. why was he so obvious? why did he have to make such a fool of himself? and why, why, why were your thighs so pretty? thinking quickly, he shoves his jacket on your seat, hoping you’ll cover your legs without him saying it… because he can’t bring himself to ask you without looking again.

“pass!” squeaking of shoes on the court floor, sunlight streaking through the high windows and casting shadows of the overhang railing. sounds of shouts and calls, basketballs hitting the wooden floor as the team members run about, dribbling and passing fluidly. “kai!” burnt orange ball hitting his palms before roughly tossing into the basket, the swish of the net and shape whistle blowing signaling the end of the round. a sweaty palm pats kai’s back as he pushes back his wet bangs. “you’re still getting better,” yeonjun laughs, “we won’t be a match for you sometime soon.” “ya, there’s no way he can be this good,” beomgyu grumbles, flopping down on the floor with a huff, flapping his loose shirt in attempt to cool himself off, soobin joining him as he pants from fatigue. awkwardly smiling, kai lets out his signature giggle, watching as taehyun and yeonjun converse with the coach, clearing up skills to improve on.

as he sits down beside his exhausted teammates, his mind drifts back to today’s earlier events. you’d taken his jacket and covered his legs to his relief, but he really couldn’t keep the thought of your pretty skirt and legs out of his mind. like a nagging thought, it murmured at the back of his head, resulting in (only) one emergency bathroom visit where he was sure he was getting hard, but it was thankfully a false alarm. he really didn’t want to jerk off in a public bathroom… especially one with multiple stalls. … but then again, there was that time he’d had you in the locker room, but that wasn’t like jerking off alone— a sharp whistle blare calls his attention back to reality, tank top sticking uncomfortably to his back as he fumbles to come back to reality. practice first, then he could go home and think all he wanted. at least that was his plan.

“kai, your girlfriend’s here!” yeonjun shouts, voice echoing across the court. “keep it pg!” beomgyu laughs, easily catching the basketball kai throws at him as the latter races across the gym. “kai—!” you giggle as his arms tightly wrap around your body, oversized varsity jacket loose, “you’re so sweaty!” as always, kai was always more affectionate when he was fully awake and out of class. leaning into his hug, you wonder what could have brought on such a tight grip. it wasn’t as if you had spent hours away from him? “not done with practice yet,” he mumbles into your hair. he wasn’t about to admit it, but he really couldn’t bear to look at your legs, and he also felt a little bad about having such indecent thoughts about you all day. so squeezing you tighter, kai ignores the members laughs in the back at their sweet maknae. “that’s okay,” you reply, muffled slightly by his sweaty tank top, “i’ll be back later anyways.” seeming vine grip unrelenting, you pat his back, knowing he has to get back to practice. as he reluctantly letting go, you unzip the jacket, revealing your outfit from earlier. his varsity jacket had been long enough to hide your skirt, and now that it was unzipped, kai was hit with the same wave as earlier. he really liked your skirt. maybe too much. the long hem of his oversized jacket accentuating the short skirt, somehow making your legs look even more enticing. so when you lean up and press your lips to his in a sweet kiss, he can’t help it but lean into it, fingers instinctively playing with the hem of your skirt, wishing he was at home and not stuck at practice.

“k-kai?” you mumble, pulling away his lips, his large body pressed into yours. “is something wrong?” he asks, a split second before he realizes it. the tent in his shorts pressing to your tummy, your widening eyes falling to the hard sensation against your abdomen. he’d gotten hard faster than he’d ever gotten hard. “ah—! i-i’m so sorry, i d-didn’t mean to—“ kai gasps, stumbling backwards into the gym door as his cheeks flush bright red, clumsily attempting to cover his massive bulge. “it’s okay,” you giggle, watching as he bumps his head into the wooden door in his fumble, “is this why you’ve been so odd all day?” stepping towards him, you smile sweetly as you palm his bulge, “always want you too, kai.” and that’s all it takes for kai to scoop you up, hand clumsily groping your plush thigh as he shoves open the door to the nearby storage closet, dark and filled with sports supplies.

nearly tossing you on a pile of boxes, he rushes to shove the door closed, barely clicking the lock in place before he’s kneeling in front of the stack, aggressively tugging your legs towards him. “w-wait, kai—hnng!” you whine as he yanks your panties down, sighing at your pretty, wet pussy glistening in the dark, only for him. licking a stripe up your folds, tongue pushing past and tasting your sensitive cunt, panting needily, hot breath heightening the wet, sloppy sensation. one hand tightening around your thigh, squishing the pillowy skin as his nose brushes against your clit, such lewd sounds of his messy addiction filling the hazy air as kai greedily licks up your slick, driven even further by your dazed moans. his head buried between your thighs, mini skirt only slightly obscuring his pretty features as you cling to the edge of the boxes, sweet heat spreading across your skin. and all kai can think of is how he’s wanted this all day, to hear your cute whines of arousal as he pleasures you, so addicted to your taste and soft, delicate pussy. “haah—kai!” you shakily whimper, eyes squeezing shut, unable to even bear such a lewd sight as your hands finding his wavy hair, tugging him closer as the pressure builds in your abdomen. “nnngh, w-want more,” kai moans, uneven breaths as he licks your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub and coating it in saliva before sucking on your bud, burning heat flaring in your stomach at the sensation. “ah, kai—so c-close—!” you wail, thighs clenching around his head as your orgasm crashes down, juices soaking his pretty lips as you tug him even closer, so addicted to his pussy drunk state. and it feels so lusciously depraved when kai licks up your cum, swallowing as he groans so prettily, so deep in heaven, buried between your plush thighs, tasting your release and scent so heavy of sex, your miniskirt brushing against his bangs.

and he’s so painfully hard, kai’s bulge so prominent he thinks he might cum in a second. your hands finding his jaw and tugging him to stand between your legs, pressing your lips to his, coated in your juices in messy kisses, hot breaths before diving back in, so wet with saliva and your essence, he’s lost in your touch. needy whimpers, forgotten shame as your legs hook around his waist, his hard length pressed to your soaked folds. your small hands reaching down for his shorts, shoving them down with little care as he tugs you closer, fingers squeezing the plush of your ass. how depraved you feel to yank down his boxers, his moans lost against your lips as your nails scratch against his thigh, precum dripping on your pretty fingers. and in a second, kai sheathes his cock in your tight cunt with a grunting pant, tip of his thick length rubbing your sweet spot. your ass scrapes against the edge of the box, kai nearly holding you up in his firm grip, shoving your back against the boxes as your arms wind around his neck, pulling him closer, only a breath apart. “nngh— s-so tight ‘n pretty, r-really like,” kai mumbles against your lips, so lost in arousal as your wet lips lock, swallowing your cries at the stretch as he thrusts carelessly into your soft folds, so enraptured in the immense pleasure.

your cute hands finding the bulge in your tummy, pressing down to feel his veiny cock rub against your walls, added pressure nearly causing kai to lose his uneven rhythm as he moans uncontrollably into your lips, wet tongues touching, your whimpers his oxygen. “haah— so w-warm-“ kai pants, so aroused as your cute mini skirt brushes against his abdomen, your hand adding pressure to the already tight stretch, lewd whimpers filling his ears. “—k-kai, f-faster!” you wail, so close to your orgasm, burning stretch at his massive cock, veins rubbing your sensitive wall with every thrust, so tight, so big, so careless. tears pricking at your shut eyes, clinging to his body as your pussy clenched down, orgasm slamming into your body as you sob into his sweaty tank top, so wrecked and ruined from his reckless, rough thrusts. and all it takes is for kai to look down for a moment, seeing your pretty thighs split apart as your tiny cunt takes him so well, mini skirt rumpled and brushing against the base of his cock, for his cum to flood your pussy. “mmsph— t-too much!” your cute cries falling deaf to his ears as kai roughly presses his cock as deep as he can, so, so much of his hot seed filling up your tummy, milking his dick of every drop as you cling to his broad frame, weakly whimpering at such a full sensation.

“nngh—my pretty so full,” kai pants, his hand running over your tummy, soft skin between the bulge of his cock, other hand squeezing the swell of your thighs as he presses his sweaty forehead to yours, breaths hot against each others lips. “k-kai, c-can’t move yet,” you mumble, feeling so weak as he lifts you back up on the boxes, swollen folds dripping cum as he pulls out with a shaky groan, cock coated in your mixed release, air so heavy with the scent of sex. resting his hands on thighs, squeezing the plush as he watches his white seed leak from your tiny pussy, on the hem of your cute skirt. and kai wants more. with a gasp, he needily tugs you off the boxes, so recklessly shoving your chest against another stack, cute ass exposed to him, skirt barely covering the sweet swell. “kai—? hnng–!” you whimper, only for his hard cock to press against your ass, his hot, sweaty chest pressed to your back, so broad and heavy as he whispers in your ear, desperation giving way to need. “wanna have more,” a barely conscious moment before his dick is pushing into your tight folds again, so intent on staining your skirt in his cum.

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it wouldn’t be something mille writes for kai unless he was such a needy perv lollll

#eeek kai n his bulge kink #thank you for all the support for this series <3 #i hope please stay tuned for the next series too ^^#txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt x reader #txt x you #txt scenarios #txt imagines #huening kai smut #huening kai x you #huening kai x reader #hueningkai smut #hueningkai x reader

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badasgirlfriend · 7 months

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Stolen Hoodie | Bada Lee Social Media AU

pairings: bada lee x shin nari

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a/n: THE NEXT SPECIAL CHAPTER WILL BE OUT IN 20 MINS BE READY

The moment Nari stepped out of her home, she spotted the black car already waiting for her on the street. With no time to spare she quickly headed inside. Her nerves felt like a ticking time bomb - she felt like she was about to burst any moment.

"Calm down, Nari." she repeated to herself, trying to regain her composure. But with each step moving her closer to the car, her heart beat faster and her stomach churned more.

Bada's face flushed as Nari approached and her heart began to pound in her chest. Her attire was nothing short of stunning: a cargo short skirt and a beige sweater that complemented her petite frame perfectly. She was utterly speechless at the sight, unable to even form words in her head.

As soon as Nari got into her car, she greeted Bada with a warm smile. "Hey!" she exclaimed, before suddenly pulling Bada into a tight embrace that lasted for several seconds. Her body pressed up against Bada's and their hearts beating as one.

Nari was instantly captivated by Bada's beauty in the moment that she laid eyes on her. Her cheeks instantly started to burn with a blush and her heart began to pound as she stared at the girl. The realization that they both matched in colors brought a cute chuckle to her lips.

"Hey, looks like we match!" she playfully remarked, smiling at Bada as her butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

"Hello to you, too." Bada gently ruffled her hair and smiled.

"Knock it off"

"You look very pretty," Bada chuckled, and if Nari hadn't already passed out earlier, she surely would now.

"You too," Nari mumbled shyly, glancing out the window to avoid meeting Bada's gaze.

Bada noticed her shyness and chuckled softly before starting the car. As she drove, Nari turned her bluetooth on and opened Spotify, selecting a playlist she had prepared earlier.

A steady silence took over the air. Bada's hand rested comfortably outside the window, while the other held the steering wheel firmly. The young woman's gentle humming drifted through the air along with the melody of the song Nari had been played. The only other noise came from the beating of their hearts as they sat comfortably together in each other's company

Nari tried her hardest to hold back the burning question on her mind, but it finally burst through,

"Where are we going?" She blurted out, she struggled to recognize the streets they were passing by.

"Oh god.." She exclaimed, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "You're not going to kidnap me, right!?" She asked, her eyebrows raising in mock suspicion to lighten the mood. The gesture worked, as Bada burst out laughing, still playing along with the joke.

"How did you know?" She repeated, "Now I guess I'll have to change my plans." Bada said, letting a playful sigh

"So, hypothetically... if you had murdered someone, where would you hide the body?"

"What is that question..."

"Just answer" Nari whined shaking her shoulders

"Probably in the forest" Bada answered, her tone remaining calm and unbothered, she was now used to these kind of questions. She navigated the street and prepared to turn left onto the intended road.

With a quick jab of her elbow and a teasing smile, Nari lightheartedly dismissed Bada's casual answer to her question. "Boooooring. I'd hide it in a cemetery no one would know"

With a slightly amused expression, Bada leaned back against the car seat and raised an eyebrow at Nari's rather morbid reply. "I don't even want to know..." She admitted, but with no sign of judgment. "But you do make a good point - it's a genius idea, actually."

"Right, so let's do it-" Nari said with energy, her eyes dancing.

"You menace, stop!" Bada said as she chuckled, covering Nari's mouth playfully. "You're definitely one of a kind, I'll give you that." Bada laughed, her cheeks flushing as she looked away.

Bada pulled the car to a stop, her voice softly breaking the silence that had started to settle. "And... we're here."

Nari, her face turning towards the window and spotting their destination, burst out with excitement, her grin spreading wide across her face. "Arcades!" She exclaimed, her voice carrying a bit of surprise, as she quickly removed her seatbelt

She eagerly exited the car, unable to contain her excitement as she took in the sight of the arcade just in front of her.

Bada, in comparison, was much more calm as she stepped out of the car, her feet hitting the ground with a faint thump. With a small smile, she turned towards Nari as she began to make her way towards the entrance of the arcade. "Ready to lose all your quarters?"

With a confident smirk, Nari followed closely behind Bada as they entered the arcade, her excitement growing at the prospect of showing off her gaming skills.

"Be prepared to lose." Nari challenged, her smirk deepening

"As if.." Bada answered with a teasing wink, turning to face Nari as they approached one of the arcade machines.

Bada turned to the younger girl with a smug expression on her face and proclaimed, "Race you to the basketball game." With that, she bolted off without even waiting for a response,

"Yah wait." Nari groaned as she saw Bada's actions, but didn't pause for long, quickly taking off behind her friend as she raced towards the machine as well. The two arrived at the machines at nearly the same time. Bada paid for both of them much to Nari's protest

As the balls were released onto the machine's court, the two girls immediately got to work, each focused on their individual game play.

Nari had always struggled with sports, whether it be basketball or any other sort of game. However, once she saw Bada effortlessly make her shots and swish the balls through the hoop,

Bada, in a moment of pure instinct, let out a laugh as she saw Nari struggling to match her pace

"It's not funny." Nari grumbled, refusing to make eye contact with Bada as the score board continued to tick upwards "How are you so good at this?"

"I played basketball in highschool"

At Bada's response, her eyes widened as the realization hit her. "You played basketball in high school?"

As the last ball went thru the hoop, the score board came to a stop and Bada threw her arms up in victory. "I win." She proclaimed, letting out a playful laugh.

Nari, in light of her defeat, protested jokingly, turning to Bada with a frustrated look on her face.

"Not fair." She grumbled "I was against a basketball player"

Bada, however, was quick to offer her assistance, a teasing grin taking form on her face as she spoke. "Okay, now you're exaggerating. Here, I'll help you."

As the balls were released again, Bada sneakily approached Nari, catching the brunette off guard. With a light touch, she grabbed her hand and moved her fingers so that they were in a more suitable position.

"You're holding it wrong." Bada whispered in her ear, each word sending a shiver down her spine. She gently repositioned Nari's hand in order to show her the right technique.

Nari's cheeks fluttered as excitement filled her chest at Bada's touch. She tried to focus on their game play, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her thoughts straight as she felt her heart pounding against her chest.

"Nari..." Nari's gaze drifted towards Bada's lips, unable to take her eyes off her plump, shiny red lips.

With her own lips parted slightly, Nari wanted remained focused but she just couldn't

"Nari shoot," Bada repeated, drawing Nari's attention away from her lips. "F-fuck! The ball went in!" Nari gasped as the ball flew through the rim, her eyes widening in surprise "IT'S THAT EASY?"

"Yeah, what do you expect? You were holding the ball like a kid."

Nari looked up at Bada with a playful pout. "You're so mean," she muttered dramatically, even though she was grinning mischievously.

As the evening progressed, the lighthearted and flirty atmosphere of the competition only grew more intense. Every point, every basket, every move was met with laughter and playful banter, the two girls trading witty remarks as they tried to outscore the other.

They moved onto a different game, now playing air hockey. Nari was thrilled to find herself winning, her eyes bright with satisfaction as each shot found its way into the goal. Bada couldn't help but smile as she watched Nari's joy. The dancer couldn't help but find Nari adorable, as she smiled and laughed during the games.

Her bright expressions, sparkling eyes, and charming demeanor made Bada's heart flutter. She wanted to keep seeing that face, so she started letting her win at almost every game, just to see her look so happy.

She deserves it after all...

"And this," Nari smirked, placing the paddle down lightly. "is how you end someone."

"Don't make me remind you," Bada returned the smirk, stepping closer to Nari.

"Of what, exactly?" Nari asked, keeping her head down and her smile subtle.

"The basketball game," Bada said, her eyes sparkling with mischief and her smile inviting.

"I didn't know how to play, okay?" Nari said, rolling her eyes. "I'm a changed woman now."

"Sure," the taller girl replied, as her eyes trailed away for a second, her tone dripping with playfulness and sarcasm. "I totally believe you."

Nari raised her eyebrows, staring at her with an expression of mock shock. "You don't believe me?"

"Of course not," Bada said, leaning closer as her chin rested on her friend's shoulder. "We'll have to see if you know how to play in real court."

Nari chuckled and turned her head to meet Bada's gaze. "Ooooh it's on, I'll have to watch some YouTube tutorials later, though. Don't want to embarrass myself again."

The two girls were deep in thought, their conversation turning into an almost intimate exchange as their faces grew closer together.

However, their moment of closeness was soon interrupted by the voice of a small child, no more than six years old staring at them with a scowl on his face.

"Can you two move?" The little boy demanded, his small fists clenched tightly

"Yeah sorry-" Bada was halfway through her apology when the boy cut her off.

"You better be," he said, glaring at her with narrowed eyes.

"Listen here you little sh-" Nari started, but Bada cut her off before she could finish. She grabbed Nari's hand and dragged her away, trying not to laugh as she whispered in her friend's ear.

"You're gonna get us in trouble," she said with a small grin

"I hope he loses"

"As the night went by, they tried various games together, alternating between teaming up and facing off against one another - but what mattered most was they were having a blast.

Bada couldn't recall the last time she had this much enjoyment - she truly needed it. She was thankful she asked Nari out on a date.

As Bada reflected on her past with Yeri, she didn't think herself capable of quickly moving on after everything that had transpired. Nari, however, had managed to do the unthinkable.

Bada was ready to give herself whole-heartedly to Nari, and she only hoped she wouldn't leave her heartbroken.

"Oh my god, look!" the shorter girl was pointing at the claw machine in awe. "It's a My Melody plushie," she said with a bright smile on her face.

Bada turned towards her, grinning as she pulled out some coins from her wallet. "Do you want it?" she asked.

Nari looked at her for a moment, nodding her head. "Yea, yep, definitely," she said with an excited voice

Bada quietly prayed to herself, hoping that the claw would grasp that plushie, if it didn't happen, she might need to resort to some drastic measures. The machine made some beeping sounds, and Bada took a peek through narrow eyes.

Bada sighed in slight disappointment, glancing at the claw's empty grasp.

"Awh it's okay"

"No I'll get it I'll just try again" Bada insisted putting more money. She pressed on the big red button and the claw started to move

As the claw closed in on the stuffed animal, Bada's eyes widened with excitement

"I got it!" She whispered excitedly, her eyes glued on the plushie as it dangled above the release slot.

Nari was too busy admiring Bada's gentle smile and loving eyes to notice the plush toy in her hands. When she realized what had happened, she turned to Bada with wide eyes and a bright smile, lightly touching the plush toy as if to confirm that it was real.

"Wait, what?" she repeated with a laugh, her cheeks flushed a soft pink. Her gaze turned back to the plush toy, and then back to Bada. "You got it for real- Thank you"

Nari jumped into Bada's arms, her arms wrapped tightly around the oreo haired girl. The warm embrace was so unexpected that for a moment, Bada was speechless, her own arms falling around Nari's small frame as she hugged her back.

In that moment, Bada felt her heart melt and her mood instantly uplifted. She wanted to win a hundred more plush toys so that she could get hugs like this one.

"Aw, it's so cute," Nari said, a warm smile on her lips and her arms still wrapped tightly around Bada. Bada's heart fluttered at the sight, and she felt herself drawn to Nari's lips. She wanted to kiss her, right there in that moment. The feeling of Nari's soft hair against her skin, the sound of her breath as she looked into her eyes... She wanted to soak in every second of it, never wanting this moment to end.

"We should go." She cleared her throat. "It's gonna close soon either way."

Nari nodded in agreement, her eyes flickering towards the door as she realized it was getting late.

As they made their way towards the exit, however, a photobooth caught Bada's attention, her eyes going wide as she noticed it. "Hey let's go there"

Nari couldn't even reply as she felt a tug on her arm. She was unexpectedly dragged toward the photobooth. They came to a stop in front of the machine, and while Nari was browsing through the various accessories available,

Bada began giggling excitedly. "Hey, why don't you wear these?" She said through laughter, her eyes trained on the donkey ear headband she held out toward Nari.

Nari's face fell as she turned to see what Bada was talking about "Hahaha very funny," she said bluntly

"Come on it was funny"

"I didn't laugh"

"Boring"

Bada then quickly picked out a set of fluffy, pink bunny ears.

"Here, I found some cute bunny ears," she said as she proceeded to place them atop Nari's head.

Once the ears were situated on her, Nari smiled and looked at her reflection in the mirror, her expression becoming even more cheerful as she took in her bunny ears.

"They're adorable!" She said happily, her eyes twinkling with mirth as she turned to face her date with a playful smile.

They entered the booth, although it was a little small, they didn't mind squeezing in together. Nari put her arm around Bada's shoulder and smiled. They pressed their bodies close as they smiled and waited for the final countdown to begin.

Nari's eyes twinkled as she turned to look at Bada with a grin, her expression filled with excitement as she got closer to her date.

As the countdown finished, the two girls closed their eyes and held their breaths for the final few seconds, the anticipation of their photo only growing as the time passed.

"Is it done?" Nari asked, looking for the pictures

Bada picked up the four pictures which were now in the machine, her eyes going wide as she glanced down at their smiling faces. "Look!" She exclaimed excitedly, her smile growing wider as she turned to face the girl she likes with the photos in hand.

"We look so cute! Oh my god." Nari squealed excitedly, her voice filled with joy as she looked at the photos in her hand.

Quickly ripping off two photos for herself, she turned to face Bada with a smile, the girls' faces close together in the limited amount of space they had in the photo booth.

"I'll keep these with me." Nari said with laughter,

Nari and Bada exited the small photo booth with smiles on their faces, their emotions and excitement for the night ahead growing by the second.

As they made their way through the busy mall, the two girls walked closely together, their fingers brushing and grazing against each other as they moved and smiled at one another.

Every touch sent a little pang through their hearts

They got into the car, and as Bada started driving, the two of them began making small talk, sharing stories and discussing their interests and passions.

Bada spoke of her journey with dancing, while Nari talked about her love for fashion, their conversation quickly becoming more and more intimate as the miles between them slowly shrank. Before they knew it, both girls were already deep in their conversation, the moments of silence between them few and far between.

Nari looked out of the window and toward the beautiful scene before her - a vast beach, stretching out in front as it gently lapped the shore. "So pretty," she whispered in awe, her eyes glued to the sea and the waves beyond.

She was snapped out of her trance when she felt the car suddenly stop, her head turning quickly toward her date, who was now smiling back at her.

"I don't wanna go home," Bada sighed. "So let's just go sit at the beach." She shrugged playfully.

Nari, her enthusiasm growing by the minute, eagerly nodded, unaware of just how special the next few minutes would become for her.

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delirious-donna · 2 years

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Buy It [Nanami Kento]

an: inspired by some feels I had earlier and fantasy shopping is definitely something that I personally indulge in.

prompt: your husband doesn't know how to lift your bad mood, however, he manages to do so just by being him...

pairing: Nanami Kento x female reader (established relationship)

warnings: none, SFW with a hint of suggestion at the end, fluff so sweet it'll hurt your teeth, idiots in love, a tiny bit of angst and worry but like only if you squint, Kento being the best damn husband

Your husband Nanami knows you’ve had a hellish week. He had listened to your complaints about work and your concerns about the boss that he’d love to give a piece of his mind to, but won’t because you’d be upset.

Kento hated seeing you like this, in fact, he detests it, abhors it. There aren’t words emphatic enough to describe exactly how it makes him boil inside. Calm as ever on the surface, yet worry gnawed at his stomach like a pit of furious vipers.

He missed your easy smiles, now replaced with tight, forced ones like you’re trying to convince him you’re okay when that’s far from the truth. He missed your laughter, the way you think it’s funny to tell him the worst jokes imaginable and when he only rolls his eyes or groans in response, you fall into hysterics.

Now, you’re quiet. Too quiet and he wanted to draw you out of that pretty head that worries too much and overthinks things a little too much.

Nanami had considered several options but each he discarded for one reason or another. He spent large stretches of his time on the job thinking up ways to cheer you up but he could never know that what he was about to do on a whim would be more than enough to brighten your day and mood.

He found you in the bedroom, sprawled sideways across the mammoth bed and still wearing your cute pink pyjamas even though it was the middle of the day. Sighing softly, he tiptoed quietly until he could sprawl atop your body.

His weight remained braced on his wrists and knees but he sank enough that you could feel him pressed along your back like a personal comforter.

“What are you up to, dearest?”

You hummed in quiet appreciation for the gentle kisses on your shoulder, the way he was asking for permission to look at your laptop screen rather than just doing so and you couldn’t love him more.

Kento made you feel loved with everything he did, his every action and word was to ensure your happiness and at times you didn’t feel worthy of him. This was one such moment and you debated on closing the browsing window and feigning innocence, but he didn’t deserve evasion.

“Oh. Nothing really, just having a look at some clothing stores online. Did you want to get out for some fresh air?” It wasn’t so bad telling the truth, even if you did deflect it by trying to steer the conversation in another direction.

“Show me.”

It was a demand. Calm and patient but not to be ignored. For a second you admired that he was maintaining a press up position above you and for such a long time, your man was strong and you knew that fact very well.

The shopping cart popped up and you sensed Kento eyeing it with curiosity. It had only meant to be some fantasy shopping; pretty dresses, sweaters, skirts and at least a dozen or more different lingerie sets. They ranged from demure and virginal to raunchy and debauched. You hadn’t planned on buying any of it, it was simply something you did to make yourself feel better. An indulgence that you had participated in many times in the past.

“Buy it,” Kento stated, his breath warm on your neck and his lips finding your pulse point, “I want to see you in every piece. Get next day delivery too and don’t protest.”

He knew you too well, your lips already parted to tell him this was foolish and unnecessary, but he was hearing none of it.

Perhaps he didn’t know it but this one act of adoration made your entire week. To feel so cherished and most importantly - wanted - was more than enough to drive away your bad mood.

You did buy it all, you did get express shipping and you did go out for a walk. It felt refreshing, a heavy burden lifted from your shoulders by your loving and ever-thoughtful husband.

And you did wear every piece, although it was over the course of many days. Each outfit elicited new and differing reactions from Kento but each of them had you seeing heaven in one way or another.

#delirious writes #nanami kento #nanami fluff #nanami x reader #nanami x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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signedmio · 3 months

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Hi, did a matchup, idk if it's still open but I hope it is, I probably didn't give enough detail in the last one so mb. New attempt.

Basics:

Name: Alex/Axel

Gender: Demiboy, He/They/It (Trans FtM)

Sexuality: Gay

Likes: Cheese, Snakes, Anime, Stuffed Animals, fruit, Theatre, pretzels, pasta, long hot baths, dark chocolate, sour candy, music, daydreaming, kangaroos

Dislikes: all of the Vees, vegetables, odd textured foods, Sherpa, paper straws, people yelling at me

Personality: I'm a very goofy silly person, with kind of a dirty/dark sense of humor. I have abandonment issues and am very very possessive. As in someone called my friend a whore and I had to be held back by three people, possessive. Once I find someone I like, it's basically I stay calm around them, and test the waters. I'm kinda flirty with my friends too. Once I figure out where I stand with them, I'm my normal weird crazy self.

Hobbies: Crying, drawing, reading, listening to music, day dreaming, theatre

My style: Gay Lumberjack. I wear a lot of flannel and jeans, sometimes I wear something that people would call 'femboy core' like a black hot topic skirt and a cute lil sweater. Most of the time it's just a flannel, tank top and jeans though.

Love language: Everything. I have severe abandonment issues due to past friendships so I just want to be doing as many things with them as possible.

Appearance: 5'3, White Hispanic-Jew. Shoulder length brown hair, blue/grey eyes.

Shenanigans: I said a pizza I made had down syndrome, rolled around and chased people in a colorful tube thingy. moaned as a joke, and didn't know the principal was behind me. Fell off a table from laughing.

Hope this is enough information, idrk how to describe myself.

hello axel!! dw about it haha, tbh i was just totally stumped the first time you had sent in a request, anywho, i think i’ve got you figured out, so i decided to pair you with…

Husk !!

Definitely understands your protective side, although he may not reciprocate it in the same fashion, he’s protective over you too, in his own way

Husk also understands your abandonment issues, the world can be a shitty place, and not everyone is who the say they are, so he tries his hardest to show you that he’s here to stay

Genuinely does have a love for your little goofy side, to him it’s a combo of the most stupid yet cute shit he’s ever seen, like he’ll screenshot when you text him something cute for when he has a bad day, but it’s more so stupid than cute XD

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chris-continues · 1 year

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College AU Thoughts (cont.)

Writing more college au solely because ONE OF THE COOLEST PPL EVER @macncherries did Wolfwood art (here check it out), but have some more random college au thoughts

TAGS: @lune010 @h4venpha @vashfantasy

-Meryl probably has some really nice gel, ballpoint, colored pens that she literally abuses all the time. Sometimes her notes aren’t even totally neat she’s just sleep deprived and highlighting/underlining the important areas of her textbook as she listens to her lecture

-Vash definitely has to listen to audio playback of lectures- does he try to take notes in class? Yeah. But they look like chicken scratch, his handwriting pales in comparison to literally anyone else’s T<T listening while he does smth else really helps w/ how he learns (autistic vash) (cough)

-Meryl and Milly have matching pairs of rip-off Birkenstocks they found at like Marshall’s then saw a pair w a marijuana leaf and Milly went, “Reminds me of Wolfwood!” So they got it (to Meryl’s amusement and dismay). Wolfwood wears them often

-Ok, I’ve been debating on this hc that Vash sometimes gets invited to parties, considering he’s a bit of a campus celeb. Handsome, athletic (tennis player legend), but he can easily get overwhelmed. He’s having fun with the fame for like a good 30 minutes to an hour and then he just kinda tires out more as the night drags on.

-Meryl’s outfits consist of her wanting comfort yet maintaining her usual feminine flair. Yoga pants with a cami and a simple jacket, or on nicer days more of a fitted sweater. Perhaps a jumper and a baby tee/turtleneck underneath- I think when she’s feeling it she def likes Monica Helper’s looks from Friends. A casual, yet still sweet vibe.

-for accessories she probably has an Apple Watch and the staples- hoop earrings, her classic dangle/rectangular earrings, some silver hardware if she’s feelin extra funky and a classic black belt because I do believe she hates it when her jeans are too low it’s a big thing that annoys her to no end.

-On the other hand, Milly’s outfits are less fitted and I think she’s more laid back in her appearance, preferring some of the crew necks she’s collected from several events her siblings have been to or hand me downs from her country family. She wears vintage athletic wear though, it’s cute on her and it suits her well.

-she has a few simple scrunchies she remains loyal to, not wanting to cut her hair short and often tying it up. When she feels more femme she’s got some cute necklaces that pair well with any cute sweaters she has- she also has some maxi skirts she wears too! :) (can’t find an exact image of what I have in mind + I have a 10 image limit on mobile lol)

-Meryl avidly has to live off of coffee. Girl is always so organized but truthfully she’s half alive due to the fact she’s a frequent visitor at the campus cafe and is familiar w/ some of the baristas who often cut her slack if she ever needs a pick me up.

-Vash is like a crazy good teacher, to some people’s surprise. He can word concepts in a way that breaks them down easier, sometimes he even has some little memory hints he uses lol. For any other ND kid in class who’s a bit bashful they usually flock to him, he’s got such a charming aura and never fails to make anyone feel a bit more comfortable.

-Wolfwood teases Meryl for her aforementioned coffee addiction, but I’d imagine he takes a liking to something like a pink drink. Like- usually that stuff is too sugary for him, but smth about it has him coming back for more!!

-Meryl has an array of podcasts she listens to- I think she def dabbled in true crime maybe?

-Milly and Meryl’s shared dorm is actually really chill. There’s some clutter on each side but they’ve got a shared mini fridge (Meryl got it but doesn’t mind Milly using it because she likes her) it’s stocked with pudding cups

-Milly got Pinterest after Meryl wanted to share ideas for food ideas on weekends (they’re both on a meal plan but still need to eat on Saturdays and Sunday’s lol) so they usually end up going out for some cheap takeout w/ Vash and Wolfwood or make something in a rice cooker they found at a thrift store that works kinda ok… for the price they got it.

-Like they’re cutting up spam, eggs, tossing rice on there, some veggies they got and sometimes they splurge on cheap fruit like bananas and apples

-They both like to eat well and unlike Vash and Wolfwood they won’t live off of instant ramen and takeout (although Vash eats pretty well considering he lives with Nai, who makes sure he regulates his diet due to sports and Vash’s long list of medical concerns)

-Wolfwood eats like shit though I’ll be completely honest

-The guy knows how to shop. But he doesn’t want to. So he lives off of cup noodles and old pizza, takeout and shit, and thanks to crazy fast metabolism he works it off whenever he does some form of working out and whatnot.

-Will agree that he has the best of the best songs, his music taste is unparalleled. Like he’ll be busting it down to 6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro/Con) by Will Wood from his middle school days then some new metal he’s gotten into (he peeked over Knives’ Spotify playlists) OO OR OR THIS IS LOVE BY AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER (I’m def not projecting w/ what’s on my Spotify rn I’m shit at song names I just know vibes)

-Vash likes hyperpop and rave typa stuff it stimulates his brain in just the right way tbh

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simplyreveries · 3 months

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Congrats on the 500 followers I love your stuff so its well deserved!!! If I could please have a matchup id be over the moon! 🌺

My pronouns are She/Her. Im short, chubby, and adorable! I have fluffy curly hair, glasses, and I love wearing dresses and skirts or cozy sweaters. I usually wear bright colors or vibrant patterns a-la miss frizzle think pink skirt with grapefruit print or dress with cacti/dinosaurs but then I pair it with cute combat boots and a leather jacket.

My hobbies are baking and video games. But I also love taking walks, gardening (born and raised farm girl), going to museums, and learning new cool facts to add to my fact hoard. Basically I will watch documentaries for fun usually while also baking brownies.

Im an ambivert and flip flop from leave me alone in my bed nest to recharge to going up to strangers to tell them I love there makeup or hair. I try hard to be a kind genuine person who brings joy into the world but admittedly I have a petty ice queen side to me, like it takes a LOT to piss me off as im very patient and forgiving (messing with my loved ones is a fast track tho) but once I’m there I will take them down and they wont see it coming as I can be quite the sneaky ‘manipulative’ type. I do use my evil powers for good sometimes like helping 3 couples meet/confess.

I’m very loyal, but take a while to trust others and open up. Once someone has gained my trust and friendship I am very loving and affectionate this includes cuddles, massages if permitted and hugs. My love languages are Acts of Service and Words of Affirmation, so friends can expect random bombardments of genuine compliments or if they mentioned something they wanted / needed done consider it taken care of.

Despite all this and often being called the ‘mature one’ or ‘the dependable one’ by my friends I am actually very shy and easily flustered, I cant handle compliments of flirting without combusting. I will go from serious and put together handling things like a boss to squeaking and completely falling apart if someone says something really nice to me. I cant handle getting gifts either.

Uhh idk how to finish this so fun fact time I guess:

Did you know that certain chicken breeds can lay naturally occurring blue eggs? I raised several and those chickens are often very independent compared to other breeds. They still like getting hugs and pets tho! Also the eggs taste mostly the same but the yolk has more flavor.

i match you with trey clover!!

you two give me unintentional couple that are the parents in a friend group? whenever there's some trouble going on, especially within heartslabyul you two are someone like deuce usually comes to for advice. i'd imagine you two would always be baking with each other-- he'd be in love with someone who enjoys it as much as he does. only better for the dorm because that means twice the amounts of sweets obviously...

with what trey does in the science club, he does have a knack for growing plants in the school's botanical garden. as he also uses it to grow his own fruits and such for baking. he'd gladly show you what he's doing, he is particularly proud of his strawberries for tarts hehe.

it's funny because though trey thinks the world of you-- giving any kind of romantic compliments is so difficult for him. i mean, he's canonically bad at flirting. he can't help but feel bashful whenever you yourself seemingly shower him with praise. he tends to show his affection through acts of service like you, he wants to be someone that actively goes out their way and does something for you to brighten your day. trey wants to be reliable to you, because he's such a mess bringing it into words, he shows you all the time.

trey is affectionate but around others its very discreetly, hand on your back, playing with your hair, he likes holding your hand, he'd urb his thumb over the back of it too.

#i appreciate the fun fact hehehe #twst x reader #trey x reader #matchups

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pickalilywrites · 3 months

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Marcel x Mina Valentines date.

saw this amazing rare pair pop up in my inbox and thought "anon, you know exactly what you're doing"

like-minded

serumina. high school au. 3359 words. read on ao3.

Mina stands in front of the mirror unhappily, turning this way and that to examine her outfit at all angles. She’s picked out several different outfits for this date a week ago and had enlisted Annie’s help last night to make the final selection, but she’s still worried that Marcel will think her outfit is childish which is ridiculous because Marcel would never think that. He’s too nice, and Mina is clearly overthinking things. She knows all this, and yet she can’t help but frown at her reflection — the pigtails she had tied and untied several dozen times before deciding to keep them, the knitted pastel pink sweater studded with pearls, the black knee-length skirt, the tights decorated with hearts, and the shiny Mary Jane heels. Although she knows she’s bothered Annie more than Annie deserves over these past few days, Mina picks up her phone and calls her best friend for the fifth time that morning.

“What?” Annie asks. She’s forgone pleasantries after Mina called the second time. To others, Annie might sound disgruntled, but Mina knows this is Annie’s usual tone. In the background, Mina can hear a movie playing — probably Legally Blonde or 13 Going on 30 knowing Annie’s preference for watching romcoms in bed while clearing out a box of chocolates by herself on Valentine’s Day instead of going on a date.

“I don’t know about this,” Mina says, and she hears Annie sigh on the other end. Mina bites her lip and paces back and forth in front of her mirror, trying hard not to glance at her reflection. With her other hand, she plays with the hem of her skirt. “What if Marcel hates it? What if he regrets going out with me? What if he never speaks to me again?”

The sound of rustling can be heard on the other end as Annie adjusts herself on her bed to a sitting position. The movie stops playing and Mina feels a bit guilty about interrupting her friend’s movie marathon once more.

“Mina, you should give yourself and Marcel more credit,” Annie says. Despite her rough exterior, she’s incredibly patient as she speaks to Mina. “He asked you out because he likes you, and you’re an amazing person. The only way to make him regret a date with you is to be the complete opposite of who you are, and I don’t see that happening. And it’s clear that Marcel took a lot of time and effort to prepare this date. Didn’t you tell me that he was asking you what your favorite places were and what your ideal date would be just so he could curate the perfect Valentine’s Day date?”

Mina flushes at the reminder. It’s true that Marcel had asked her about her date preferences prior to Valentine’s Day. She had asked him earlier if she could take a glimpse of the itinerary but he had refused, telling her he wanted it to be a surprise. She trusts Marcel enough to know that she’ll love it, and she’s touched at how much care he had taken to ensure she’d have a good time. She really should stop letting herself be consumed with worry and just enjoy today.

“Anyway, you should just have fun. Marcel should be there soon,” Annie says.

Mina glances at the clock on her wall and realizes that it’s almost 11. She swears under her breath and mumbles a hasty goodbye to Annie. Sure enough, Mina finds a text from Marcel on her screen letting her know that he’s waiting for her outside.

Mina grabs her heart-shaped pouch hanging from the back of her chair and is about to bolt out of her room and down the stairs to meet Marcel, but she hesitates when the couple’s keychains sitting on her dresser catch her eye. She had bought them the other day impulsively thinking they were cute, but she’s hesitant to give them to Marcel now. Do people give each other couple’s keychains anymore? It’s something that had been popular in middle school, but they’re in high school now and she’s afraid that Marcel will find it childish. The design is simple — matching plush bears a little larger than her thumb except one has a pink heart stitched on its chest while the other has a blue heart. Mina picks them up and examines them, biting her lip as she debates on whether she should take them. In the end, she shoves them into her pouch, not wanting to keep Marcel waiting any longer.

She nearly trips over her own foot as she flies down the stairs. Maybe she should have taken a little more time instead of running down to see Marcel as soon as possible, but the thought of keeping him waiting for one second longer than necessary would kill her. She’s breathless when she throws open the door and runs out to meet him. Her cheeks are probably flushed right now, most definitely a deeper shade of pink than her sweater, but Marcel doesn’t notice or is too polite to say anything about it.

“You look amazing,” he says to Mina with a broad smile on his face.

“Oh, this? Thank you. I just threw it together this morning,” Mina says, giving her outfit a casual glance. She’s trying to play it cool even as she’s catching her breath.

“I’m a lucky guy,” Marcel laughs, and Mina can feel herself turn an even deeper shade of pink. He fiddles with something in his pocket for a bit. At first Mina thinks he’s going to fish something out, but his hands remain in his pockets and he gives Mina rueful grin. “Shall we get going? Our schedule is kind of packed today.”

“Sure,” Mina says. She walks side-by-side with Marcel, their footsteps in tandem with Marcel only slightly ahead of her so that he can take the lead. She tries not to stare too wistfully at the hands Marcel still has stuffed in his pockets. She imagines his hands swinging freely at his sides and the backs of their hands brushing as they walked alongside each other. She’s so lost in her daydream that she almost doesn’t realize Marcel is speaking.

“... take care of everything,” Marcel is saying. He glances at Mina and she quickly diverts her gaze to stare at her shoes. “If you happen to dislike it midway, just let me know. I planned alternatives just in case.”

“Wow, you really prepared for this,” Mina says.

“Of course,” Marcel laughs. Mina might be imagining it, but he seems to be blushing slightly. “I want you to enjoy it.”

Mina knows she’ll love it, and she’s only more certain of it when Marcel leads her to Charming Confections, a cute baroque-themed café with flowers and sparkling chandeliers hanging from the ceilings, that she’s always meant to go to but had never gone because it was so crowded. She had mentioned wanting to visit months ago, but she had never thought Marcel would remember and take her here. He probably had to make a reservation weeks in advanced.

She peers over the top of the menu to gaze at Marcel who’s busy deciding on what to order. She’s well aware of the stares he’s receiving from other girls, some of which are with their own boyfriends but are unable to tear their eyes away from the good-looking, dark-haired boy that’s accompanying her. Mina doesn’t blame them. Marcel is ridiculously handsome, but she’s the only one who knows how thoughtful and kind he is. The thought that he’s decided to go out with her on Valentine’s Day instead of anyone else fills her with warmth.

Marcel’s eyes flit upward at Mina, surprising her. “Did you decide what you wanted to order yet?” he asks.

Mina pretends to have been looking at the menu all along even though she’s memorized all the dishes and beverages after spending so much time imagining her perfect date here. She purses her lips. “The breakfast croissant looks good, but so does the salmon penne pasta.”

“Oh, that’s great. I was looking at those two, too,” Marcel says. His eyes crinkle so adorably when he smiles. Mina wonders if he knows. “If you’re okay with it, we can order those and split it so we can both try it.”

“I’d like that a lot,” Mina says.

Despite the crowd, service is quick and they’re soon presented with the breakfast croissant and salmon penne pasta. The breakfast croissant is divine: a buttery, flaky croissant served with an egg cooked sunny side up, seasoned with salt and pepper and garnished with green onions that have been slightly scorched in the pan. On the side are pineapple sausages cut into slices and served along with a small salad drizzled with vinaigrette. The salmon penne pasta is plated in a stylish pan and covered in a creamy alfredo sauce, topped with fragrant thyme leaves as a garnish.

Mina thought she wouldn’t be able to get any food down eating in front of Marcel, but he makes her so comfortable by leading the conversation that she forgets why she was nervous in the first place. They trade stories about their respective middle schools — Mina had gone to Shiganshina Middle School while Marcel had attended Liberio Middle School with Annie — and Mina laughs at all the shenanigans Marcel had gotten into with his brother and their friends as preteens. Every once and a while he’ll ask Mina how she’s enjoying the food and share a forkful of his pasta with her. Just as they’re about to finish their plates, a waitress comes out with a small chocolate cake. It’s one that Mina had always had her eye on because it looked so decadent and rich, but she could never justify the cost of buying a slice of cake for herself at a café when she could just go to the grocery store and buy a whole cake for the same price.

Mina looks at Marcel with surprise.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. They just look so good,” Marcel laughs as he wipes his mouth with a napkin. He pushes the dessert plate towards Mina first. “I’ve always wanted to try one, and I thought now might be a good time since I could share it with you.”

Mina bites back a smile and confesses, “I’ve always wanted to try this, too.”

“It’s great that we came here together then,” Marcel says. He watches as Mina takes the first bite, but he waits for her to swallow before asking, “How is it?”

Mina raises her hand to touch her cheek as she tries to recall the experience of eating the first bite. She can still taste the cake on her tongue, the rich, velvety cake and the decadent dark chocolate frosting with just the right amount of bittersweet. “Amazing,” she tells Marcel.

Marcel grins and takes a bite of his own. He doesn’t even finish chewing when his mouth falls open and he has to cover his mouth with his hand in embarrassment. “Oh, wow, you weren’t kidding. This is incredible.”

The two continue eating the chocolate cake, savoring every bit, and each agree that it’s the best cake that they’ve ever eaten. When they finally finish, Marcel tips the waitress generously and thanks her for the wonderful service. He leads Mina out the door of the café with an excited grin on his lips, but he doesn’t tell Mina where they’re going.

“You’ll know when we get there,” he assures Mina.

As they get closer and closer to the destination, Mina does find that the road is becoming more and more familiar. When she realizes where they are, she puts her hands over her mouth in surprise.

“The arcade?” she asks. She had mentioned to Marcel once that she enjoyed going to the arcade in middle school but had fallen out of the habit once she went to high school because she needed more time to study. It’s been ages since she’s stepped foot here. “You really want to go?”

“You made it sound so enticing, how could I not?” Marcel grins. He opens the door open for Mina and gestures for her to go in.

With only one foot through the door, Mina is hit by a wave of nostalgia. The arcade pulses with brainless pop music that she knows she’ll forget as soon as she steps outside. She remembers the colorful carpet, the arcade games lining the aisles, and the claw machines that have taken far more of her money than she’s willing to admit. It takes her back to a simpler time and she can’t help but bounce on the heels of her toes in excitement.

“You’re the expert, Carolina. Which one should we hit up first?” Marcel asks.

“Oh, gosh, there are so many good ones,” Mina says and her eyes gaze over all the different arcade games they have. They don’t seem to have changed very much from when she had been there last although there are a lot more claw machines in the corner than she remembers.

She ends up leading Marcel to a racing game she had probably wasted hours on as a middle schooler. He laughs when she shows him the high score she had gotten in the seventh grade that still hasn’t been beaten and jokingly tells her that he’ll get his name in the top ten. He doesn’t, but he put in a good effort and he claps when Mina manages to rank in the top five despite not playing in years.

She shows him whack-a-mole next. It seems easy to those who haven’t played it before, but it’s much more difficult than one would think. Marcel gets frustrated after missing the first few and lets out an excited yell that makes Mina giggle. She advises him to relax a little bit, to just let his body react rather than acting first, and he soon begins to get the hang of it. He hits three in a row and lets out a victorious roar that causes Mina to bend over in a fit of giggles once more.

They play DDR, which Marcel picks up quickly. Mina probably should have expected it from one of the school’s best athletes. They play all the trending pop songs and Marcel isn’t even breaking a sweat after the fifth round. Mina, however, is red-faced and breathless and begs for a break.

“How come you haven’t taken me to the claw machines?” Marcel asks as he waits for Mina to catch her breath. He gestures towards the claw machines that are lining the side of the room. “Aren’t they popular with couples? I could win you something.”

Mina shakes her head, although she’s delighted with Marcel referring to them as a couple. “Those things are money vacuums. They take all you have and give you nothing in return. I’m only keeping you away from your own good. I know how addicting they can be.”

“Well, I won’t be addicted. I’ll win you something, and you’ll regret not having told me sooner,” Marcel says. Even as Mina rolls her eyes, Marcel struts confidently over to a claw machine. He picks one that has different Sanrio plushies and gives Mina a grin as he slides a dollar into the slot. “Just you wait, Mina. I’m going to get you a Pompompurin.”

Mina doesn’t reply. She just watches as Marcel takes the stick and guides the claw towards the Pompompurin plush in the corner. She can feel his excitement as the claw grasps the plush dog and pulls it free from the mountain of Sanrio plushies. Just as the claw is making its journey back, the Pompompurin slips from its grip and falls back into the pile of plushies.

Mina leans against the claw machine and gives Marcel an “I told you so” look.

“I have more money,” Marcel says and immediately starts for his wallet until Mina grabs him by the wrist and stops him.

“No, I’m cutting you off,” she giggles and Marcel gives her a grin. She notices that she’s holding his wrist and lets go, clasping her hands together. Flustered, she asks, “Should we try out a different game?”

“Sure,” Marcel says and follows Mina as she leads him to the bowling area.

Once they’re finished with the arcade, Marcel takes Mina to a bookstore that specializes in stationery. A big fan of bullet journaling, Mina marvels at all the different notebooks and pens that are available. She spends more time than she probably should perusing the shelves. Occasionally, she glances over at Marcel to make sure he isn’t bored, but he always gives her a reassuring smile and continues to inspect the stationery selection himself.

Although Mina insists against it, Marcel purchases a notebook for her. It’s a lined notebook with a soft cover and embossed with a flower in the front. He must have noticed how her gaze had lingered on it longer than the other notebooks in the store. She’s so touched that he had taken so much notice that she vows to never write in it, which makes Marcel chuckle.

“I had a really great time,” Mina says, cheeks flushing as they walk home together. “I’m really happy you planned everything. It was perfect.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Marcel says. “I had a fun time, too.”

This time, Marcel’s hands hang by his sides as they walk together. Mina tries not to make it obvious that she’s glancing down at his hands, but maybe she’s not as inconspicuous as she thinks she is because Marcel reaches down to hold her hand. He does it casually as if it isn’t a big deal, but it still makes Mina’s heart jump into her throat. Somehow, it reminds her of the keychains that she has in her pouch.

Should she give it to him? Should she pretend she doesn’t have anything at all and just bid him goodbye? She’s worried that the keychain is childish, but Marcel hadn’t ridiculed any of her likes today. In fact, he had catered everything today to her preferences and he had even enjoyed many of the same things she did. She needs to give him a little more credit. She needs to be a little braver.

“Wait,” Mina says, letting Marcel’s hand go so that she can dig through her pouch. After a bit, she pulls out the teddy keychains and holds them out to Marcel. She can’t quite decipher the look on his face — something akin to surprise although that’s not quite it — but it’s too late for her to take it back now. “I ... I got these for us. I thought it would be nice ... to have couple’s keychains.”

She begins to falter when she sees Marcel’s expression. He doesn’t seem excited to see them, and he doesn’t reach out to take any of the keychains either.

“Only if you want. I can return them, too, if you think it’s too silly,” Mina says quickly.

“No, no, wait!” Marcel fumbles for something in his pocket and then pulls out two of the same keychains from his pocket. They two bears in his hand look identical to the ones in Mina’s hand. He looks sheepishly at Mina. “I saw these the other day and thought it would be nice if we had them. I just wasn’t sure if you’d like them.”

Mina is speechless. She doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “What are we going to do with two pairs?” she finally laughs.

Marcel looks for a moment and then swaps his blue-hearted bear with hers. He grins as he looks down at her puzzled expression.

“We can each have one of the other person’s. It might look strange to other people that we have a whole set, but we’ll know,” Marcel tells her. He tries to gauge her reaction, but he can’t quite read it. “What are you thinking?”

Mina’s face breaks into a smile. “I’m thinking that I’m so lucky to have a guy that’s as kind and sweet as you,” she says before surprising him with a kiss on the cheek.

#mina carolina #marcel galliard #serumina #snk #high school au #hs au #asks #answered #anon #anonymous #requests

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tianshiisdead · 1 year

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Tag Game To Better Know You! Send this to people you’d like to know better!

thank uu @astrophilic-soul ilu!!

What book are you currently reading?

Bouncing in between 'Beyond Suffering: Recounting War in Modern China', 'Britain and China: 1840-1970 Empire Finance and War', and 'An Epitome of the Reports of the Medical Officers to the Chinese Imperial Maritime Customs Service from 1871-1882' rn! First two are history books, second is a primary source recovered from 1884, they are about exactly what the titles say and so far all are very good and enjoyable <3 tho Britain and China has some... Interesting points sometimes (each chapter is by a diff author tbf)

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theatres this year?

Haven't been to the theatre that I can think of lol

What do you usually wear?

All sorts of things loll but almost never pants u.u my 2 fav types are (generally) long flowing dresses and short little skirts/dresses with cropped sweaters! But I also like hanfu and hanyuansu too, and I have some jp/cn street fashion that I wear out, and some weird fits from Taobao. basically, I'll wear anything I find cute whether its fashionable or weird and I do get lots of comments, good ones and sometimes weird ones too LOL

How tall are you?

165 cm uwu

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

Aries! Apparently Ireland became a republic on this day which is pretty cool

Do you go by your name or a nick-name?

What's considered a nickname? I go by my English name which is kind of a nickname in that it's not really my name to me, but I also go by a 小名 at home, and 'Tia' online, so I suppose usually a nickname.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

I wanted to be an assassin. I won't elaborate anymore tho : )

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

@peoniibud is my darling

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

I'm good at lots of things. I'm bad at being humble

Dogs or cats?

Cats!

What’s something you would like to create content for?

Everything I like. I make almost nothing bc school is sooo busy and I'm soooo bad with procrastination :'))) but if I had to say I wish I could make Babel (R.F. Kuang) content, it's a newer interest and I'm sad I got into it right when I was too busy to make anything

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favourite picture/favourite line/favourite etc. from something you created this year?

I haven't made all that much this year tbh? It's not really a line but I realize I've repeated in several fics some sort of mention about how when Arthur gets truly started (talking) he'll never stop bc he kind of loves the sound of his own voice even though he'll never admit it, and I enjoy that, it makes me giggle fjkldgh I think Arthur having that dash off irritating arrogance is rlly the whipped cream on top of the pie. paired with how he's kind of plain and dislikes showing softness or weakness even while troubled (stiff upper lip... but also sometimes tsundere) and is kind of defensive and you can sort of see an old inferiority complex peek through even with all of his *everything* esp during the centuries past, ugh I could go on I genuinely love that character so much What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

fandom wise: Babel by R F Kuang

Otherwise: the building of informal empire in China 1800s-mid 1900s and its lasting effects... I've always liked history and Chinese history in particular but the search for the seeds of modern national identity through post Opium War history is surprisingly difficult and has consumed me

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

School... I hoped to be on top of things but my Mental Health (tm) and physical health took over again : ( I resent being so weak tbh I want to be energetic but instead I'm just trapped here constantly sick and easily feverish and barely able to function. It really hurts.

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

Uhhh I don't think I hide any talents? I don't do many things outside of what I know ig. I'm classically trained in ballet, piano, violin, and flute, and can read basic Manchu, so I guess those are hidden. I also have hidden british etiquette knowledge that I never use bc my mom's mentor at work (shes a scientist) was an old Scottish gentleman and I went to his house a lot to play with his granddaughter and learned how to properly act and eat the old British dude way ig dunno if thats a talent tho

Are you religious?

Not... actively, my parents don't practice so I never had much, and I was raised pretty nonreligiously. But I make sure I'm eating only Halal food and follow the same habits my mom (hui Muslim) follows and my grandparents are very devout so I guess it's like... someday I'll come home (to Islam) but I don't know when that will be... I guess. It's something personal I guess.

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

(quoted from @/astrophilic-soul bc sooo tru) The ability to not procrastinate

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@peoniibud @m3hwhateverworks @irithnova @lightpinkstuff @erubento @irithnova @stormsfolloweagle and anyone else who sees this etc!

#tag game #thank u for tagging me btw mwah!!!!#shaking hands with u over history.... its so fun #asian history superiority uwuwuwu #do u rec Ponniyin Selvan btw

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ace-angel-judas · 2 years

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A baby x ash hybrid au?

Sitting in the room, Ash couldn’t help but let his eyes slowly drift closed. No matter how many people came through this centre, he was never picked.

Because he wasn’t cute like the much younger hybrids.

A soft tap on the floor made him flinch, opening his eyes as one of the young hybrids passed him. They were overly excitable and not well trained.

“Ash, someone’s here!” The boy cooed.

“Good luck getting picked,” He mumbled.

The tapping got louder, until it stopped and a few of the young hybrids were oddly silent. He opened his eyes again, looking around the room.

“We have a broad range of dog hybrids,” The woman explained happily, “I think they would all be rather fitting for what you need,”

“I need a guide,” The other woman spoke, “Do any of them know how to do that?”

This woman was dressed in mismatched brightly coloured clothes which included a blue skirt and pink sweater. Her hair was flowing down past her shoulders and she had a pair of white stockings on.

Ash tilted his head to the side and watched her closely. Her eyes didn’t seem to focus on anything in particular and there was a long white cane in her hands.

She was blind.

“Well, um..,” The centre manager looked at Ash before speaking, “We have some former police and military hybrids..,”

“Really?” She smiled, “Where?”

Ash went stiff as the centre manager looked at him, she wasn’t overly fond of him, especially since he had almost bitten her several times.

The woman was a bitch.

“In the next room-“

“I’m here!” Ash announced, “I’m a former military hybrid..,”

She looked in the direction of the noise, slowly making her way towards where he sat. The younger hybrids seemed to avoid her, they could tell something was different.

Her hand reached out until it softly touched his shoulder and she laughed.

“You’re very unique..,” She cooed softly, “My name is Yoonah or Baby,”

“I’m Jinyoung,” He looked at her, “But everyone calls me Ash,”

Ash didn’t flinch when her hands worked their way up, softly placing itself on his head. His hair felt oddly soft.

“I’m a-“

“Wolf,” She answered, “Am I right?”

“Yes?” He chuckled, “A wolf..,”

Baby giggled, “Would you like to come home with me?”

He nodded slowly, pressing his head against her hand, “Yes please,”

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aikoiya · 2 years

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DP - Phantom Twins AU - The Deal 3

Warning: sex

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Vlad was sitting in his new office at central hall, signing documents when a familiar voice spoke up.

Dina: "Not much has changed, I see."

Vad's royal blue eyes snapped toward the origin of the sound to find Diana Phantom, in her new outfit, at the entrance to his office, leaning against his door.

Not for the first time did the elder halfa wish that he'd gotten the twins' ability to sense ghosts.

Catching himself, brushing off his slight embarrassment at having been caught off-guard, he smiled slyly at her. "Hello, Kitten."

Quirking a brow, Diana made her way across the room with a slight sway to her hips. "Hey, Vlad." Now that they had made a deal, Vlad felt free to let his eyes trail down to follow their movement. Of course, to be polite, he did so discretely. Vlad: "I'm glad you came. I was worried you wouldn't."

The teenage half-ghost walked around his desk, a sly smile stretching her lips & traced her fingers across the edge as she went.

Dina: "Maybe I should've waited a little longer for lurking outside the school like you did yesterday. Make you sweat."

Vlad's smile widened at her coy behavior & wheeled his seat back a bit to let the 18 year-old slip between him & his desk.

Vlad: "I wasn't lurking. I was making sure you were alright. That ghost fight earlier seemed rather violent & you took quite a hit."

He watched her with a smirk & a familiar warmth in his stomach as she perched herself upon his desk with her legs crossed at the knee.

Dina: "It takes more than that to keep me down. Are you sure you weren't watching something else?"

Feeling somewhat attacked by her inquisition, his eyes darted to the side for a split second, remembering that he'd been a bit more relaxed when indulging in looking at her recently. He lied, "No, I don't believe I was?"

She gave another sly smile before transforming back into Fenton. The elder halfa suddenly flushed, choking on his own spit at the sight of the girl in a very modified version of the uniform he'd had issued, blood heating up at the vision she created. The black & royal blue plaid skirt of her uniform was now a mini & lay across her lap in just such a way that it revealed to him the creamy expanse of the teenage girl's thighs as it showed off her nicely developing hips. She'd obviously tailored it herself because he couldn't remember it being so blasted short!

His eyes trailed up her long legs which were contained in tight, sheer black stockings with little mulberry bows at the top that clung to her legs & ended just an inch above her knees. Underneath said skirt, he could see the straps of a lacy, black garter. The mulberry purple sweater vest, despite how modest it was supposed to be, was now a much tighter & more form-fitting waistcoat that was too short, putting her midriff & hard-won abs on display. It also did absolutely nothing to hide the prominent swell of her burgeoning, upper C-cup breasts as the, now short-sleeved, black dress shirt beneath it had a plunging neckline & undone collar that revealed her cleavage to his sights. Her royal blue tie was about the only thing about the outfit that hadn't been changed, tucked as it was inticingly between her breasts. Finally, her cute little feet were clad in a pair of black heels. (Which he knew she'd put on just for him because she'd told him before several times that while heels looked nice, she preferred wedges for their stability. He'd need to express his gratitude to her. Repeatedly & with gusto.)

With her leaning back with her arms propping her up the way they were, her luscious mounds were on rather nice display for him. He suddenly realized that her figure was reminiscent of her mother's from back in college & he almost seemed to bluescreen at the idea that his kitten could develop the same womanly figure as Maddie.

Vlad suddenly began to salivate, cheeks a ruddy red at the thought. Not wanting to give up their little game of wits just yet, he shook his head, then cleared his throat into his balled hand & averted his gaze from the girl. "I-I'm not sure I know what you mean, my dear."

Snorting at his reaction, Di's smile widened. "Is that so?" She casually lifted a knee so that her calf slowly drug up her other leg & further exposed her thighs to his reluctant gaze while granting him a peek at what was underneath.

His cock throbbed hard at the sight of what appeared to be a pair of blue silk lacy panties, the front moist with her juices & being presented to him as if on a silver platter. If he wasn't mistaken, he could see the telltale signs of slick glistening against her thighs as if she'd been playing with herself beforehand & it took damn near every ounce of self-control he had not to lunge forward & bury his face between those lovely thighs of hers.

In response, Vlad panted, his manhood swelling with blood inside his pants. Quickly looking away, he covered his mouth with his hand to keep himself from moaning. His eyes darted around the room in search of something to help him regain control, but could find nothing.

The man suddenly felt very nervous, his stomach heating up with a familiar desire that he normally didn't get to indulge in until this deal of theirs.

Dina hummed in response. "I think that I'll take my assigned seat now, Sir."

Vlad flustered, cock jerking at the title she'd used, when the girl lifted herself up off his desk & slid into his lap, arms around his neck, her breasts pillowing against his chest & her core pressed intimately into his crotch & causing his manhood to throb again in response. His face grew steadily redder at the position & feeling, from his nose all-the-way to the tips of his ears.

Vlad: "Y-you're quite forward, my dear."

Vlad leaned back against his chair to try & put some distance between them so he could regain some ground in their little game, but there was only so far he could go.

The girl pouted cutely at him.

Dina: "I'm tired of waiting for you to make your move, Hotshot. So, I'm making it for you."

Vlad thrilled at the nickname she'd given him. Too stunned to move, he watched in crumbling resistance as the ghost girl's face drew closer to him. His stomach warmed & his cock strained against its confines. He glanced down at her pouty little lips like rose petals.

His mind whirled with panicked thoughts. Did he really have to keep resisting? To what? Win? God, it'd be so much easier to just take her now.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd just let go. It only made him think about how this beautiful girl was right there, giving herself to him, all nice & pretty like a present. (Which, now that he thought of it. There were only 3 months til December. He'd need to think of an appropriate Christmas gift. When he thought of her possible gift for him all his mind could conjure up were images of the teen in nothing but ribbon & a tag addressed to him. Hmm... ideas, ideas...)

Vlad bit his lip, swallowing loudly & thickly, & could feel his restraint giving way to lust, pent-up sexual frustration, & desire for intimacy. She really was very beautiful...

His breath puffed hotly against Dina's lips as she drew closer, her eyes fixed on his. Conveying such heat & need, all for him, that it caused his breath to hitch.

Then, finally deciding that it wasn't worth it, Vlad's eyes drooped, then shut as he closed the last few inches between them himself, pressing his lips to hers in an open-mouthed kiss. He gave a sigh of relief through his nose at having finally given up, his arms sliding around the young half-ghost woman’s waist, pulling her flush against him.

Dina pressed into the kiss, eyes now closed, her lips moving against his in an instinctive motion that the man didn't experience often enough.

Vlad groaned into her mouth, feeling her rock her hips into his lap, rubbing against his groin. At one point, they parted for breath only for Dina to take his bottom lip into her mouth & nibble on the swollen flesh. He groaned at the sensation, suddenly feeling the snick of his fangs coming out in response to the stimulation, then he kissed her again; sliding his tongue along hers, the appendage transforming as it usually did in these situations, in a sensual dance while their teeth clicked against each other. She sucked on the muscle in her mouth, her own becoming long, tapering, & pointed at the end to twist & entangle with his own more snake-like one.

Vlad felt his kitten's hands feather up the back of his neck to pull out the band in his hair before running her fingers through the silver strands & he purred at the taction, knowing his irises had probably started bleeding red beneath his eyelids with the reveal of his fangs. He'd always loved the feeling of hands in his hair. The delicate scratching over his scalp sent shivers of delight down his spine & he bucked his hips up against hers to show his appreciation.

He felt her tongue flick over a fang & he groaned into her mouth, his kiss becoming more furious.

Diana then gripped his hair & wrenched it back hard, causing Vlad's head to jerk back, exposing his throat to her with a needy groan. It came out so low & pretty, enchanting Dina with its cadence.

The halfa-girl then attacked his Adam's apple, sucking & nipping at the bobbing lump & scraping it with her sharp, yet dainty canines, causing the millionaire to pant & gasp & moan breathily.

She whispered against his throat.

Dina: "You make such pretty sounds, Sir~..."

Then placed a sweet kiss to the skin there.

In response, the businessman-turned-politician slid his hand up the back of the young woman's indecent waistcoat & dress shirt, taking in the sensation of her heated skin against his own & wished nothing more than to feel her naked body pressed against his.

Suddenly, Dina pulled away from him & got off his lap. He was confused for a moment until she knelt down in front of him & he felt her hands fumbling with his crotch. She quickly undid his belt & pants, pulling his hard cock from the safety of his underwear & the older Halfa relaxed, panting heavily & sighing at the feeling of her soft hand around his heated flesh as he bucked up into her hand. “Aaaah~… hah…” Vlad breathed a quiet groan, feeling her stroke him off a couple of times, her fingers sliding erotically against his engorged shaft.

Using her transformed tongue & canines, she showed the man all she'd learned to please him. Kissing the tip, sucking at his cum vein, nipping at the skin, & pinching the area under his head.

It left Vlad breathless & thankful that she was such a fast learner. Running his fingers through her hair, he panted.

Vlad: "G-good girl. Ha! You've- nngh- gotten better..."

Then, she licked a bead of pre from the head & wrapped her long tongue around his shaft, drawing him into her mouth.

While she didn't take him in entirely, having not quite mastered deepthroating yet, she utilized her tongue & hands to do what she couldn't.

Vlad's head hit the back of his chair again, gasping in great lungfuls of air as she bobbed her head up & down half his length, sucking him off.

He flinched.

Vlad: "E-enough. I-I'm close."

In response, Dina slowly pulled off, sucking the entire way until his cockhead came out of her mouth with a pop.

Vlad whimpered at the sensations as she got back up onto the chair with him, before slowly pushing aside the crotch of her panties to reveal her glistening slit & sinking down onto his rigid hardness; the length sliding easily into her soaked & pre-stretched gash.

Vlad almost swallowed his own tongue at the hot, wet feeling of tight, tight, SO TIGHT walls clinging fast to his swollen organ. The way they swallowed him with an eagerness he reciprocated, made his hips twitch in anticipation. Soon enough, he bottomed out inside of his Darling, her plump rear settling back into his lap. The back of his head met the chair's back again as he tried to catch his breath, his hands resting on her full backside.

Heaving breathlessly, Diana's hands grasped his shoulders to brace herself & she began to bounce in his lap. Vlad gave a low moan & instinctively followed her rhythm as his eyes took her in, hands fondling her lovely ass as he thrust up into the warm, supple body in his lap.

Her ocean blue eyes glazed with lust, her perfect porcelain skin, flushed a rosy red, silken midnight hair that fluttered around her, bouncing against her back with her movements, ample bust on the cusp of full womanhood jolting with every impact.

Unable to keep his hands off her anymore, Vlad moved them up to his girlfriend's curvy hips to guide her motions as the age-old dance continued & he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, groaning before beginning to lip & suck at the milky flesh that beckoned him to take a bite.

Vlad: "D-Diana dear! Oh God, yes!"

He found himself lifting the girl up, grasp moving to cup her backside as he rose from his seat, his pants & underwear phasing off his body for easier maneuverability, & pressed her back down onto the surface of his desk.

Huffing, he absently peppered her face with kisses as he continued to fuck her deep, her lithe legs around his waist, the spikes of her heels digging into his tailbone as his balls slapped wetly, relentlessly, into the underside of her ass. Knot inflating & popping in & out of her before growing too big to slide in again without extra effort.

Dina: "P-please! Please, Vlad, keep it going!"

Hearing the girl's plea, the man picked up the pace, panting, hammering himself into the perfect little body beneath him. Luxuriating in the wonderous sensations caused by the insanely hot, wet, & obscenely tight channel between her legs.

Vlad mumbled nonsense words of praise & adoration & abject possession to the splendid young woman bringing him such intense pleasure. Growling low in his chest, he again pressed his face into the side of Dina's exposed throat & began to scrape his fangs over the slowly reddening skin. An instinctive need from his inner alpha to mark her as only his rising inside him.

He could feel his testicles drawing up into his body, signaling his coming release. The older man whined unashamedly at the building pressure & sped up his pistoning as he desperately sought out relief from the coiling heat in his stomach. Sliding one hand down to thumb at her neglected clit, he gnashed his teeth, growling against her skin.

Vlad: "My Diana! MINE!!"

She clawed at his back desperately as her own arched up into him.

Dina: "VLAAAD!! AAAGGHH~♡!!!"

Then, Diana's walls clamped down around his throbbing shaft with a devastated-sounding wail, passage rippling around him like she was trying to pull his manhood right off his body, strangling him, & he just couldn't hold it in anymore.

The spring snapped inside Vlad, his hips slammed balls-deep into hers, his knot squeezing in one last time to swell to its full size & lock them together, abdominals tensing with effort, & before he knew it, he let out a primal snarl from deep in his chest as wave after wave of unbelievable, mind-numbing pleasure coursed through him. His cock twitched & throbbed hotly inside the teen on his desk, unloading his life-giving essence into her hungry womb.

His subsequent moan was loud & long & low against her neck & her answering squeal of delight was just as craven in origin.

They took deep breaths to calm themselves down, Vlad nuzzling her neck before lifting his head to kiss his lover on the lips. It was passionate, but chaste. She responded in kind, her legs tightening around his waist as he continued to hump her gently, grinding into her more than anything as he continued to spill himself into her.

It was a very lazy & sensual type of aftersex that left them smiling as they rubbed their lust-flushed cheeks against each others.

Vlad hummed his delight, "That was wonderful, my Dear. And I'm quite taken with this new outfit of yours. New design?"

Dina: "Yeah, I've been thinking about it for a while."

---

When he finally deflated, Vlad pulled out of her warm channel with a groan only to stare down at how his essence leaked from her swollen lips.

Sneaking a quick lick of her oozing slit, he then pressed the tip of the plug into her & watched in fascination as it sank into her body until only the diamond-studded handle was left.

In response, she kissed him & took his bolo tie into her hands, then began to re-tie it around his neck for him. Vlad was struck by how domestic the act was & fought back a feline trill, his cheeks flushing.

Dina: "So, do you think I should walk out the door & give Weston a good scare?"

Vlad snapped to attention & his lips curled up into a cruel smirk at the thought of the sniveling, brown-nosing man seeing his Diana saunter out of his office in such a scimpy outfit & knowing that his boss had just fucked that fantastic piece of ass.

While he knew that the redhead wouldn't mention anything, Vlad knew he would get jealous judging by the obvious homoerotic crush he had on the business mogul & frequent attempts to get back into his bed. (A decision he regretted to this day.)

It'd eat the fool up inside.

She continued to help him straighten up & afterwards, she just perched herself on the right edge of his desk to watch him get started back on his work.

---

(2 Days After Christmas)

It happened one day while Vlad & Dina were relaxing, waiting for his knot to deflate. They were comfortable & enjoying each other's company when the millionaire caught something out of the corner of his eyes. Beneath the right strap of the ghost girl's bra, he could see crimson.

Initially concerned, he got a better look before remembering that she was in ghost form & any blood she leaked would be green. Staring, he noticed the iridescent quality to it. It was then he realized that it must be her soulmate mark. The placement of it was rare & unusual, indicating that she likely had 2 soulmates.

Something about that made his stomach twist with familiar jealousy.

When he looked closer, he noticed that it was glowing in a way different from how ghosts generally glowed. It dawned on him what that could mean & the temptation was too great, so despite the major social faux pas he was about to commit, with a core humming with hesitant, fragile hope, Vlad began to remove the concealer there.

Diana's reaction was immediate in its outrage, she jerked back away from him, but it was too late, he'd already seen her mark; a rolling crimson sea beneath a star-filled sky with a silvery full moon at its peak. A perfect match to his own.

Vlad froze, a burst of warm elation filled his chest as his heart fluttered like the wings of an injured, yet determined bird.

Then, Diana struck him across the face, snapping him out of his trance. His lover pulled herself from him with great strength, sending immense pain to his genitals at having his knot ripped so suddenly from the young woman's lovely depths.

He crumpled forward, cradling his manhood at the intensity of the pain as he called out to Diana, wishing to apologize. How his kitten managed the fortitude to stomp out afterwards despite the mindnumbing pain she must be feeling was beyond him.

---

After getting dressed, he pursued her in a panic at having possibly just lost his best chance at happiness not even a second after learning of their bond & begged forgiveness.

Dina: "You'll do anything?"

Vlad: "Yes, anything."

She had him donate 10% of his earnings to a charity of her choice, then they spent a week volunteering at soup kitchens around the city. No sex until after that.

At first, Vlad was grumpy & would behave snobbishly, but then he met a little boy there that reminded him too much of himself at that age. The boy was gaunt & it reminded him of the time after his father died (was poisoned by his wife, but Vlad doesn’t know for sure that this is what happened; he only suspects). The man had always been cold, narcissistic, neglectful, & mentally/emotionally/verbally abusive for as long as Vlad knew him & no matter how hard his childhood self had tried to earn the man’s love, nothing helped. His mother had already been prone to the bottle before in an attempt to deaden the pain of having miscarried her second child, but after father... it just got worse.

She'd always wanted a large family with lots of children & had expressed as such to him quite often when he was young. However, the miscarriage had caused complications, rendering her all-but barren. This is when she'd started drinking.

There would be several days in a row where he didn't eat anything, because his mother was in too deep a depression to notice that so much time had passed.

It wasn't even that she didn't love him. Those days when she was better able to face life, she became a doting & very loving woman. She really did try so hard & some of Vlad’s fondest memories was spending time with her. Especially helping her in the kitchen & baking.

After a while though, her mental health declined until she was deemed unable to care for him. At which point, she was taken to a mental hospital & Vlad was bounced around between his relatives' homes until he went away for college.

Being the heir to his family’s generations long dairy fortune, many of them tried to vie for his favor, but it was obvious even then what they were truly after. Years after the proto-portal, Vlad started VladCo. & bought the entire business out from under them & turned them all away.

Not his mother though, he paid for all of her doctor’s bills & had her transferred to a better psychiatric hospital that would actually help her. He still went to visit his mother whenever he could & even after all these years, she still loved & doted on & worried about him. The good news was that she was in a better place mentally now & more able to handle her depressive states. The bad news was that when Vlad went to see her & she happened to be in one, she would agonize over not having been there for him. Even though she’d apologized to him for it several times before & every time he forgave her.

She would often ask him if he was dating anyone &, while he knew she didn't mean to put pressure on him, would ask when she'd have grandchildren. Vlad supposed that might be part of why he wanted a family so badly. As much as he, himself, wanted a large family, so too did he want to fulfill his mother's dream of being surrounded by little ones, even if they were a generation passed what she'd initially wanted. She was getting older after all & he wanted her to have as few regrets as possible. So that, hopefully, she wouldn't manifest in the Ghost Zone as a ghost.

In the present, the little boy looked up at Vlad & thanked him brightly for the food before running off to eat.

In that moment, it was as if Vlad's mind opened up & suddenly he became aware of just how many children were there.

Were they all homeless & struggling to survive? Was this really all the food they would be getting today? In that instant, serving food to them didn't seem quite as much of a chore. He had a lot to think about later.

Afterward, as they were leaving the soup kitchen, Vlad turned to Dina, unusually nervous & contrite. "I... I really am sorry for invading your privacy, my Dear, &... for revealing your mark without permission. It was wrong of me... &... thank you... for making me do this..."

She just looked at him for a moment before her expression softened. Then she stepped close & got on her tiptoes to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

Dina: "You're forgiven. But we're still gonna keep helping out for the rest of the week. A punishment is a punishment."

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smallerplaces · 6 months

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Katie's Kloset arrives!

Suddenly, my order of vintage Katie clothes and shoes jumped from its orbit of Sacramento to the actual post office for my zip code, got sent out for delivery, and arrived!

Alas, she's not as Black as she looked in the listings: while her hair is wild and frayed, it was originally braided, so she's another Dancing Brook. I may keep her anyway. While I'm ordinarily not ready to own duplicates, Katies are so damn cute!

The point of the order was to get shoes, and shoes I got! I now have several pairs of pumps in different colors, pink sneakers, and (the real prize) white sneakers for Ben!

Everyone got dressed, though New Girl will soon have to be undressed to get her hair done. (I'm going to skip alt text and tell you below the pic what's in it.)

Starting from top left, Rosa Lee got a space-alien-themed pinafore dress in vibrant neon colors. Her shoes aren't visible, but they're purple. Isabelle, with her blonde curls, is modeling the Heartland Western cowgirl outfit in teal check with gold fringe. Brooke, my original Dancing Brook, found herself black checkered shorts and an aqua-and-magenta T-shirt with a skateboarder pattern. Her shoes are matching hot pink. I swear, I had so many summer clothes in the color scheme of her shirt, back in 1988. Ocean Pacific went to town for aqua and pink.

In the front row, my new Dancing Brook changed into a pink long-sleeved top with a white cat on it (which may be Piper's, judging by the fit) and a ruffled blue-and-white print skirt with hot pink trim. She is wearing hot pink ballet flats. Ben, my trans!Katie ("Katie" is not his deadname but his species) scored white tennis shoes and a long-sleeved sweater in red with aqua and yellow trim. It clashes with his hair, but it's the first garment he's had that was 100% his, not a compromise or leftover. So he's thrilled.

I need to do a full sort, as some of the pants are a little small and might do better for Creata Hillary or for Arvin Lebec, and a few items are too large and might do better for Totsy Teen Fun Lacey.

SHOES!!! Also, clothes to use as a pattern so I'm not guessing at every little thing!

#kid kore katie #kid kore #fashion dolls #clone dolls #fashion doll shoes #kid kore clothing

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voxmyriad · 7 months

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2. Thoughts on veganism 5. Favorite form of potato 8. What houseclothes you got?

2. thoughts on veganism? First of all, live and let live. If someone wants to be vegan I'm not going to tell them not to. I would prefer it if they didn't make a big deal out of it, or about my decision not to follow them.

5. favorite form of potato? MASHED, but frankly is there anything she can't do? various forms of fries, really crispy oven potatoes, breakfast potatoes, baked potatoes, they're all so fucking good.

8. do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home? DO I! I have SO MANY houseclothes. Several pairs of pajama pants and warm shirts and cozy socks for winter. A bright orange Cal Kestis sweatshirt. Many sweaters. In summer I have a white maxi skirt that's too sheer to wear outside, and a cute sundress, and a green chiton-like thing that was part of a theater costume that makes me feel very goddess-like. Plus some robes, winter and summer. I think I technically have more houseclothes than outside clothes.

#thanks for the questions!!#about me #ask box stuff #this has been a post #i have more thoughts on veganism but i decided against it #i don't want randos spewing hate in my inbox

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americassteestore · 1 year

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Americastee - 2023 Canada IIHF World Junior Champions Shirt

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Why not? I wear them all the 2023 Canada IIHF World Junior Champions Shirt in contrast I will get this time and have several. My favorite is the American Eagle Mini that fits like a glove. It’s 11.5 inches long and long enough to protect me (most of the time, laughs). I wear it at least once a week. Total! Combine the coolness and comfort of a dress with the functionality (with pockets) and durability of denim shorts or jeans. Denim skirts are “thin” skirts that are worn every day.

It depends on the 2023 Canada IIHF World Junior Champions Shirt in contrast I will get this style of the denim mini skirt and the wearer. If you style it properly, I think it will be a nice piece to wear. The denim skirt is quite attractive. It can be worn simply with various combinations of t-shirts. This is an example where denim can be quite warm. So I recommend pairing it with a light vest for the day and a jacket or scarf for the evening. There are so many ways to style a denim dress! You can also wear it with cute blouses or cropped sweaters. You can also wear it over a dress or pair it with leggings. The possibilities are endless!

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What abt Piercer!Katsuki who sees that ur nips aren't hard enough so he helps u out by playing with them which turns into him sucking on them and his hand rubbing ur clit through ur underwear. And we cant forget Piercer!Kiri who has to thank you for distracting Katsuki for him because he was late. Thats how you end up between both men, legs and holes spread being fucked stupid.

A/N: i- I this took a turn. It's slightly different from what you requested and a little longer than expected but hey "When in Rome" right? I realized how long it was starting to get so I condensed the ending a bit. I hope you like it.

tw! dubcon ? [ i don't think so but it's questionable so just to be safe] , degrading , dumbification, mentions of blood (piercing), nipple play, spit-roasting, established KRBK, aged up characters

18+ NSFW Content| MDNI

It was almost comical how sweet you looked sitting in the 90's grunge inspired lobby of HotRocks! Tattoo & Piercing Parlor, a joint venture between high school friends. Looking oh so cute in the in the oversized sweater that was tucked into a pleated pink skirt. Thigh-highs forming indentions on your skin, making the fat bulge to the top in an oh-so appetizing manner. Bakugo had to bite his lip to refrain from commenting on how cute you were. Didn't want to scare you off when Kirishima spent so much time reeling you in and getting you comfortable during your consultation. Ensuring that your first time would be virtually painless. His needle would be in and out and the only indication that he'd ever been there would be a trickle of blood and a shiny set of balls adorned to your skin.

Bakugo remembers just how wide your eyes got as the innuendo settled. Pulling at the hem of your skirt and trying to look anywhere but the two sets of red visionaries, one vermillion and one crimson, locked on your face.

"Hey, if it's any consolation, I think you'd look so cute with those little nips pierced". Heat flooded your cheeks, nodding dumbly as you signed all the consent forms and scheduled your appointment for the following week.

Now, you're here. All alone in this quiet shop with a man who hasn't said a word since you arrived, but won't stop staring at you.

"i-is Kirishima gonna be here soon?" His ears perked at the sound of your voice. Soft and sweet, just like your pretty face. and probably your pussy. The blonde shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he rounded the counter. "Fucker's probably still sleepin' after the poundin' I gave 'em last night". His brazenness had you coughing, chocking on your own spit. The blonde quirked a brow, leaning in and dropping a heavy hand on your back while barking a harsh , "you good?" As if he didn't just casually mention his sexual ventures to a stranger.

He lingered in your space a bit longer than necessary. Cologne a heady mixture of caramel and sandalwood. It was dizzying paired with the way his fiery orbs held you.

"Sure you're okay, Princess? Don't need 'ya passing out when you get poked".

Your little gasp shouldn't have signaled his cock to twitch in his jeans but it did. The thought of other sounds he'd hear if toyed with your stupid little twat.

"Want me to do 'ya ?" Another gasp suggested that your mind had also been wandering. "Huh?!" you squeaked, swallowing thickly as you drunk in the sight of him. A 6'5 ash blonde god , chiseled body decorated with beautiful patterns of black ink. More than a few piercings adorned his face. Spider bites on the left side of his bottom lip. A silver hoop through his nostril. Several piercings on his ears, but the kicker was the shiny red tongue ring that he played with absentmindedly. Rolling it in out of his mouth. It was distracting..

"m'not Kirishima, he's better with first-timers, but you'll be ok, huh? not a crybaby, are ya ?" he sneered, pinching the fat of your cheeks.

A shameful tingle danced in your nether regions from his condescending tone. The nerve of him being so mean, but you were determined to prove him wrong. Blinking away the tears that were already forming from his harsh grip on your face.

"I can take it" you pouted, eyeing him defiantly but confidence waning when he leaned closer smirking.

"I'll be the judge of that."

You sat stiffly on the table as Bakugo stood with his back to you, silently sterilizing his equipment and popping on black gloves in surgical fashion.

"Alright" he sighed, turning towards you and leaning against the table, "Let's see what ya got." Offering no further explanation other than an upward motion with two fingers pointed in your direction.

He must mean-

"Show me your tits, Princess" An eyeroll but he was anything but annoyed. You were so cute and innocent, looking up at him with big doe eyes and a wobbly lip. What even convinced you to go through with this in the first place ? "Need help?"

Big, scarred hands were sliding underneath the large sweatshirt before you even had time to respond. Fingers grazing over your skin as he removed the material. You hadn't bothered with a bra, knowing you'd be sore after. Hence the oversized sweater.

Now, you were bare chested, wearing nothing but a skimpy skirt and thigh highs. It was like something out of a porno. Especially with you trying to cover your breasts from his burning gaze. "Tch, c'mon now. None of that". His hands circled your wrists and pulled them down to your side.

"Not bad" he muses, inwardly groaning at the sight of your pebbling brown nipples. His hands slowly trail up your arms, over your shoulders and down to palm your breasts. Large hands covering them entirely. "Gonna get 'em nice and hard for me. That okay, Princess ?" Your cunt throbbed every time he said the pet name in that perfect condescending manner. Talking down to you so sweetly, like you were the dumbest and cutest thing in the world.

"'S'okay, Bakugo" His name sounded heavenly on your lips. As a reward, he brought the pads of his thumb to your darkened areolas and began rubbing tight circles. You looked absolutely adorable with your brows scrunched in concentration while biting your lip to fight the urge to moan. It felt so nice, the way he was working you over and when he pinched your nub between fingers you couldn't help but whimper.

"Good girrrll-" he drawled, slotting closer between your legs. He could feel the heat from your core against his stomach. Damp material making a mess of his band tee. "Don't be embarrassed. Keep makin' them pretty sounds for me. Feels good, yeah?"

"Y-yeah" you mewled, tongue darting out to wet your plump lips. It was hard to tell which ones were more enticing. The glossy ones pulled into a pout as he tweaked your nipples or the ones that'd swallowed your thong and were currently drooling against his abs.

Why not have both ?

The blondes lips smashed against yours just as his hand snaked between your thighs. He pulled the material hard against your clit, side to side, as he licked into your mouth and massaged your tongue. Even though you were shocked and startled you didn't pull away. Actually wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

"Good fuckin' girl" His head fell to your shoulder. Sucking bruises onto your throat and collarbone before taking your bud into his mouth. You flinched when you felt the first vibrations of his tongue ring but quickly succumbed to the pleasure. Lewd moans so loud that you'd failed to notice the jingle of keys and soft chuckling.

"Nice of you to get her prepped for me, Bakubabe".

Your eyes fluttered open to take in the site of the massive, 6'7', Kirishima snapping on a pair of black gloves. Long hair pulled up in a high, messy bun that left ruby strands framing his tanned face. Wearing a skimpy Crimson Riot tank top with the sides cut and ripped black jeans. Like his blonde boyfriend his body was littered with tattoos, some dark and ominous, others brightly colored and bold. Perhaps an ode to his multifaceted personality. He also had most of the same piercings with he addition of a golden hoop over his scarred brow and shark bites in contrast to Bakugo's snakes.

He looked absolutely sinful and the dangerous grin he wore had you clenching your thighs around the blonde.

"Took ya long enough, dumbass. Thought I was gonna break her in" Spit soaked lips brushing your peaks with each word. "No way, man" the redhead beamed, "I've been thinkin' about popping her cherry for days". A pleasurable tingle shot down to your cunt making you squeeze his waist tighter. "Fuck you're a needy little thing aren't ya?" You whimpered, equal parts embarrassed and aroused, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

"Fuuuck-- she's cute" Kirishima groaned, adjusting the tent in his pants. He was hoping that your session would've ended like this but he never expected Bakugo to take the initiative. Good for him. He approached, standing shoulder to shoulder with the snarky blonde that was pinching your nipples. "Eyes on me, babygirl" your head lifted immediately, and your obedience only added to their growing arousal. "Alright, sweetheart. I'm gonna stick you now and it's gonna hurt for a bit , but I promise I'll make you feel real good after. Sound good?" You nodded, giving him a shy smile that he returned with his signature grin.

"Good girl".

Words couldn't describe how beautiful you looked as the two men fucked into you. Tears falling from your rolled back eyes and drool spilled from the sides of your mouth while Kirishima shoved his length into your heat. Running his big hands over your throat to rest against the bulge and pressing down to add more pressure on his cock. You could barely breathe and the blonde's explosive thrusts that slammed your body forward didn't help. Groping at the fat of your breasts, far enought to not upset the piercing, but just close enough that it brought a confusing mix of pain and pleasure. Your pussy squelched obscenely, wetness dripping from your sopping core onto the table. "Such a messy girl" Kirishima cooed, "Should make you lick that up". A low groan rumbled from Katsuki's chest , "sh-shit fuck! squeezin' me so tight. you like that, huh ? nasty little bitch". It could've been his words, the sloppy thrusting, the fingers pinching your clit, Eijiro squeezing your throat or maybe a combination of it all, but something had you screaming as best you could with a cock down your throat, and squirting all over the blonde. They both spilled inside you, thick sticky ribbons of white that painted your insides. Breathless and exchanging silent grins as they looked down at your fucked out state. Probably couldn't remember your own name at this point. Which was fine for them, all you needed to think about was getting you cute little cunt split for a second time. And maybe your ass too.

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