#AND SHE HAS THE MOLE. AND SHE HAS THE CLOTHES SHE WAS WEARING THAT DAY. AND SHE SAID THE EXACT THING DEOKSU HAD TOLD HER BEFORE SHE FELL

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Every little dirty story that revolved around older men you read that night, you thought about him. Since that day, your deepest darkest fantasy was your crush on Park Sunghoon, your best friend's dad. 

Summary: You loved your best friend, and you have known each other for a long time. But as you grow older, so does your attraction for her dad, Park Sunghoon.

Genre: Smut, Best-friends-dad!Sunghoon x reader

Words: 5.5k+

Warnings: Huge age gap (reader is 20 and Sunghoon is 38) Don't like - don't read, Dom!Sunghoon, Sub!reader, creampie, reader has an age kink

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You genuinely have the best friend ever. The first day you met each other was all the way back when you were twelve years old. All your classmates had decided to make you the new victim of their bullying, resulting in you not having any friends for the first two weeks of school. Until one day when your now best friend decided to sit with you at lunch. Being unsure of yourself, you had a problem opening up to her. Is she sitting with me to make fun of me? But you were wrong, so wrong. You talked the whole lunch period, making jokes and talking about your interests. That's when you found out that you both liked manga, and that she had a big collection at home that she wanted to show you. 

She invited you to her home later the same week, and you were beyond excited. It was a long time ago since you were invited to someone's house, that was not your aunt, or some other family member. You remember that you stood in front of her door, eagerly, waiting for her to open the door you just knocked on. 

And that's when you met him. 

The person opening your friend's door was indeed not your friend, but someone much older, and ofcourse, manlier. The door swung open and there was a man standing in front of you. He looked at first glance tall and slender, probably because of the clothes that he was wearing, a thick hoodie and a pair of sweats. His hair, which was black, was not close to styled - and it actually looked like he just woke up from a deep slumber. His face however was beautiful, not that you thought about that at the ripe age of twelve, but you still remembered how pretty he was. His lips were pink and plump, and his nose was big and pronounced, decorated with a mole on the side of it. During this time, he was rather young, around 28, so your first initial thought was that he was her older brother. It was weird, she never mentioned an older brother, and it never occurred to you that she had one?

“Oh, hi! You must be y/n, Im Sunghoon, Yeris dad!” The first thing that you could think of is how young her dad looked. Did he just look young for his age, or was he actually in his late twenties. Before the situation could get anymore awkward, beacuse you didn’t have the courage to answer the gorgeous man in front of you, Yeri ran and pushed her dad away from you and grabbed your hand to lead you up to her room. While you two walked away, your hand still in hers, you looked back at Sunghoon still standing in the doorway. 

That was your first encounter with Mr. Park, and when you were a kid you didn’t think that much of him. Yeah, he looked good for the average dad, but that's what he was: your best friend's dad. Even thinking he was attractive was so morally wrong in your head, so you didn’t let the thoughts get to you. You did however remember how popular he was amongst the other moms, especially your own. It was also then you discovered that he was in fact super young, being 16 when he got Yeri. You could hear your mom talking for hours about how brave Mr. Park was for taking care of a child from such an early age, despite the fact that the mom left when he and Yeri were 18 and 2 years old. You can’t imagine how much work that must have been for him, both having to think about his studies and his two year old child. 

It wasn't until you became 16 that Sunghoon had an effect on you. When you're 16 years old, you are well into puberty and the effect it has on you, both physically and mentally. In the same rapid speed your body got grown, so did your mind as well. Suddenly a guy was not only 'good looking', but put you in a position to sweat and turn red - just by the thought of being in the same room. It didn’t even need to be one specific guy, suddenly you found yourself being attracted to a lot more. Before, when you were glancing at a male classmate's hand, you didn’t think much of it. But now the veins, the bone and the soft skin made it too hard for you to concentrate. 

You clearly remembered the first day you looked at your best friend's dad the same way you did for the boys at your school. It was in the middle of the summer break and you decided to visit Yeri at her place. The sun was out and it was almost criminal how hot it was. If you didn't wear the light clothing you wore, you would totally be drenched in disgusting sweat by the time you got there. Your house was not that far, resulting in you always going by bike during all weathers to get to her place. The bike rack was by the side of the garden, and that's where you always put your bike when arriving. That’s when you saw Mr. Park in a state you never had seen him in before. He sawed planks with a massive chainsaw, which was probably several kilograms. His sweat was glistering in the sun, making his white tank top almost see through, and you curse yourself for staring at his hot worked out stomach. His arms were pumped up, and dirty from all the work. The sweat made his hair wet, making it stick to his forehead, before bringing up his hand, pushing the hair back. You are glad that he didn’t see you gawking at him, because that would be utterly embarrassing. 

The thing only got worse when your new interest in fanfiction made you realize your darkest fantasies. You had heard from Yeri that you could read stories about your favorite anime characters, and imagine that they were real and that they knew you. What she did not mention however, was that you could find so much more than that. You don’t even want to talk about what you used to read, but you could addmit that it was nasty, and utterly addicting. It started off light, even the slightest makeout story making your body tingle, but it came to a point when that wasn’t enough. So you searched for more, not knowing what it would lead to. It was then you found a story about having an inappropriate relationship with an older man, and it only went downhill from there. What was the problem however was the fact that the fanfiction could be written about anybody, but it couldn't stop you from thinking about Mr. Park. So that's what you did. Every little dirty story that revolved around older men you read that night, you thought about him. Since that day, your deepest darkest fantasy was your crush on Park Sunghoon, your best friend's dad.  

It wasn’t long until you were 18 years old, and you of course celebrated it with your family, and your best friend's. The big birthday cake, chocolate flavored, with all the eighteen candles was in front of you, and you were wearing one of those silly party cones on top of your head. They sang for you and you were the only one sitting down. You looked at the lit candles, getting ready to blow them out when the song was over. “Don’t forget to wish for something”, you hear a voice say that you have heard too many times to not recognize. You look up at Sungoon and smile at him. “I will '', you say with a small smile, nervously gulping down your saliva before looking down at the cake again. You close your eyes and blow out the candles, knowing exactly what you are going to wish for. After you opened your eyes, Yeri gave you a big side-hug before jokingly saying, “Omg! Now that you are 18 you can finally fool around with older men that you have read about without catching a case!”. Embarrassed, you lightly punch her shoulder and laugh nervously while tugging your hair behind your ear. You silently hoped that Sunghoon didn’t hear her, but by the look on his face, he certainly did. 

It was the same day but later, and a lot more people were in your house celebrating your birthday. Including some friends you finally have scrabbed together over the last six years. Because you finally could drink alcohol, at least legally, it didn’t stop you from doing so, making you right now extremely drunk. It was dark inside the house, with disco lights spreading throughout the room and you craved another drink. You wobbled towards the cabinet to grab the last vodka bottle, but right as you picked it up, a hand stopped you from going further. You looked irritated beside you, only to be met by Sunghoon. “I think you should slow down a little”. You look at him annoyed, trying to get the bottle back from his hands. But Sunghoon held the bottle so high above his head that you couldn't reach it, having to stand on your toes to even be close. Suddenly Sunghoon grabbed your arm with his other hand, bringing it down by force and close to his chest, dragging you in close to him. You breath hitched because you were super close, and he slowly brought down the bottle and put it on the table behind him. Before the liquid courage would force you any further, you backed away from him. “I think I am a little tired, I should rest ”you say and run up to your room. 

What you did not know however, was that you had left your phone on the same table where Sunghoon put the vodka. He knew that it was wrong, but he could not stop thinking about what his daughter had said earlier. What older men had you read about exactly? What if you were talking to someone and you were in danger. He wouldn't let an older guy take advantage of you like that. He did know your iphone code, he had accidentally seen you tap it in some days before, and luckily he remembered the numbers. He sneakily brought up your phone, and unlocked it. Right as he opened it a notification popped up from an app called wattpad. What’s that? He thought, as he opened the app. Right as he opened it he wished he didn’t, because now he could exactly see what you had been reading over the past two years. The stories were filthy, and so were the age gaps, all the characters were even older than him. He couldn't look at it anymore, not believing that a girl like you could read something like that. What he did know now however, is how difficult it will be to act normal around you. 

And oh, it was. Now you are 20, and over the last two years, from the day you turned 18 to now when you were 20, he acted weird towards you. Not that you knew why, because you never saw, that he saw what you had been getting off of over the past years. And he was getting cocky, I mean he knew that he was hot, and the stares that he would give you over the dinner table when you were with your friend was almost too much for you to bear.

Today was a hot summer day, and you were laying by the pool in your friend's backyard. It was the first day of summer, and you have always celebrated it with Yeri, even after you both graduated from high school. When you both were as young as 15, she smuggled in a bottle of alcohol to drink, not caring that it was clearly illegal. Of course you never get caught, Yeri makes Sunghoon go away for the day every year so he doesn’t interrupt your fun. Over the last years you had always covered your body, never wanting to show it. Even when it was only you and your friend, you wanted your t-shirt over your swimsuit to cover you even when swimming. It wasn’t because you were insecure about your appearance, you didn’t think much of it, but maybe it was for private reasons. But this time, it was different. 

Last night your friend called to make the not-so-awful news that her dad is not leaving for the day like he usually does, which means he is going to be there. You try to act disappointed on the phone, but you were far from disappointed. Quickly after the call ended, you searched through your closet trying to find something as close to a bikini. As you start to lose hope, you see the perfect one, a blue halter neck bikini with a low-waist bottom. You bought it a few years ago and you never had the chance to wear it. But now you did. 

When you greeted Mr. Park in the backyard you were already wearing it, making sure that your boobs were pushed up into the small bikini top. Throughout the day you had tried to do anything to get Sunghoons attention, but nothing seemed to work. That's when you got an idea. You laid by the pool and decided that you wanted to go top-less to sunbathe your back. Sunghoon could not stop staring at you from the barbeque-grill when you laid down on your stomach, carefully removed your bikini-top without flashing your tits, and relaxed against the sunbed. He almost burned the meat from staring at you. Did she do this on purpose? He did remember the things he saw on your phone on your 18th birthday, how could he forget?

Feeling way too hot, you decided to put on your bikini top again and head inside to cool off and grab some water from the fridge. As you open the fridge to take your drink, your thoughts get disturbed by a voice coming from behind you. “What do you think you are doing?”, you turn around looking at Sunghoon innocently and dumbfounded. He better not think he will get to you this easily. “What are you talking about, can’t I get a drink?”. Sunghoons sighs, put his hands on his hips and looks to the side. His foot is tapping fast on the ground. He is stressed. And his tongue pokes his inner-cheek. And irritated. You slowly walk to him, and tilt your head to the side. You look at him and scrunch your eyebrows, making you look clueless to what he is accusing you for. “Are you angry at me? I mean no harm, I am just your daughter's best friend”. He sighs and looks away for a second, before looking back at you with a smile. Right, Yeris best friend, he internally says to himself. It was a dumb thought that she did all that on purpose. “Of course you can take a drink, I’m just messing with you” he says and walks away. 

It has been two weeks since you talked to Sunghoon, avoiding him at all costs out of embarrassment. You can’t believe what had gotten into you that day. It is three in the morning and Yeri is already asleep beside you. That's when you hear the front door open. You didn’t even notice that Sunghoon wasn’t home, and why did he get home this late? Suddenly you hear more than one pair of footsteps, it sounds like someone is with him. Did he bring someone home? Out of curiosity you carefully walk out of the bed Yeri is sleeping on, and towards the bedroom door to see what is going on. And that’s when you see her. It’s a woman. Sunghoon really did bring someone home. And it wasn’t anyone, it was a woman his age, which means she was nothing close to you. You silently watch them, how they intensely makeout with each other and walk into Sunghoons room, closing the door. You can’t stop yourself, and walk after them. 

You lean towards his bedroom door and you can hear the sounds coming from their fun. The huffs, the puffs and the moans. You hear how the woman is calling for Sunghoons name, and that he should go faster and harder. The ache in your stomach grew bigger and bigger at her words, until you heard Sunghoons voice through the bedroom door. He sounds demanding, ordering her around, making her begg. Your body trembles, and you can feel your core getting wetter and wetter with any second. You have never heard Sunghoon like this, and you can’t get enough of it. You need more, your body can't physically leave.

Still listening, you slide down to the ground, your body still leaning against the door. You tilt your head back and take a deep breath as you slide in your hand in your panties. The fingers lightly touch against your wet core as you concentrate on Sunghoons demands, imagining that he is talking to you, that you are the woman he is messing around with in his bedroom. Your fingers slide in your pussy, imagining it is Sunghoon's cock roaming inside of you, stretching you out. While doing so, you use your thumb to massage your clit, bringing you closer to your release. It’s when you hear Sunghoons harsh demeanor switch to beautiful moans that you can’t take it anymore. As Sunghoon comes, so do you, making your hand completely coated with your own cum. What the fuck are you doing?You instantly get embarrassed, and run away as fast as possible to your friend's bedroom before you can get caught. The idea of washing your hands disappears when you hear the bedroom door open again. 

It is five am, two hours after the ‘incident’, and you haven't slept throughout the whole night. How could you? The only thing you have thought about was the fact that you masturbated to your best friends dad, fucking. Not being able to wait for Yeri to wake up, you decide to go to the kitchen to eat something, and maybe wash your still cum-coated hand. Just as you were about to open the refrigerator, Sunghoon came out of the bathroom door. You turned around and instantly gaped at the sight. Sunghoon had just showered, only wearing a towel that was extremely low on his waist. He looks so sexy with his hair wet, and you can’t help but imagine what he would look like without that towel. "Y/n!" What are you doing this late?” He says looking at you embarrassed. She didn’t hear me earlier, right? Not being able to answer, you bite your lips and look down on your feet. You don’t know how to face him after you heard him earlier, and what you did while listening to him. He cocks an eyebrow, getting suspicious by the way you are acting and he walks towards you. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up before?” He says, trying to bite back a smile. “Ah, it’s okay…” you say, still looking down. This can’t possibly be happening right now. He gets closer to you now, so close you can smell the lavender soap he used while showering. “Oh so you did? Probably listened on purpose” He says and laughs teasingly, forgetting that you are his daughter's best friend, and not some random woman he met at the bar. 

You look up at him to protest, only then noticing how close he is to you. Your hands come in front of your chest to bring some space between you and Sunghoon. “No I did not-”, before you can continue your pathetic statement, Sunghoon grabs your arm and lifts it up. He looks at your right hand, examines it, before to your surprise putting your fingers into his mouth. That was the fingers you touched yourself with earlier. You feel his tongue taste the cum of from your fingers. He takes out your fingers out of his mouth, licks his lips and looks at you with a teasing pout. “Aww did you touch yourself when you heard us? Did you get off? Did you finish?” He says, speaking to you as if you were a baby. You don’t know what you are going to say, deny? No, he already knows. Denying by now would only be foolish for you to do. It seems like the only thing for you to do is to stay quiet. The way you do not respond is enough for Sunghoon to understand the situation. He tilts his head to the side, using his other hand to tuck the hair behind your ear before grabbing your chin gently. Making sure to not hurt you. 

“Don’t act so clueless, I know what filth you are reading. Your best friend's dad hm? How dirty of you.” You look up at him, biting your lips, almost trembling with fear for what he is about to do. What if you are not ready to live out the fantasies you almost always had about your best friend's dad. “You are so cute”. Sunghoon swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, gently, getting more rough by time with his touch. His thumb slowly enters your mouth, first playing with your bottom teeth, before making contact with your tongue. He looks at you with furrowed brows and an expression that could only be described as arousal. 

His thumb is completely inside of your mouth, and you begin to suck on his thumb like it was his cock, looking up in his eyes. The rest of his hand is tightly grabbing your face, making you stuck on his thumb. He tilts his head back and sucks in his breath. “Just like that baby, soon you are ready for the big thing” He says teasingly. Suddenly you hear footsteps coming from Yeris' room. Quickly Sunghoon slides his thumb out of your mouth and runs back into the backroom. You quickly make your way to the refrigerator, acting naturally, looking for an early breakfast. Yeri steps into the kitchen and looks at you. “Are you seriously looking for food at five in the morning?”. You look back at her, kinda feeling bad since she doesn’t know what just happened. “Yeah, I got hungry.” You say, before grabbing yogurt from the fridge.

It’s Friday, two weeks after you sucked off Sunghoons thumb in his kitchen. Even though the natural thing to do after something like this is to avoid him at all cost, but since he is your best friend's dad, you can’t.

You are sitting with Yeri and Sunghoon in the kitchen by the table, eating dinner. Eating dinner with the Parks has always been something you enjoyed, but this is getting awkward. Sunghoon can’t even look at you, and you two have not been talking to each other since you got here. Not that Yeri seems to notice, she is all up in her own world talking about the latest anime she had seen. You try to concentrate on her word, doing your best to respond, but you can’t resist looking at her dad. You are such a horrible friend. 

When you are done eating, you put the dishes in the sink. Normally both you and Yeri would help each other out with the dishes, but she chose to take a shower today instead of helping you. She claimed that she hasn’t showered for two days and needs her one hour shower immediately. You let her get away with it, this time at least, and decide to do the dishes yourself and be a good friend for once.

You are hand washing the plate clean, and drying it with a towel on the counter in front of you. The Parks keep their plates on the highest level of cabinet, which is difficult for you to reach, making you struggle. That is until you feel a hand grabbing the plate above your head, putting it in the right place. You already know who it is, and because of the incident that happened two weeks before, you don’t have the stomach to say anything. Your breath gets heavy, knowing that the figure behind you is your best friend's hot dad, making you weak in the knees just thinking about him. His hand suddenly appears on your waist. “It seemed like you needed help with the plate,” Sunghoon says while giving your waist a squeeze, earning you a small squeak. He leans into your neck and rubs his nose deep, smelling you, taking in your scent of adolescence. He parts his lips and gently places them on the back of your neck, gently kissing you up your neck to your ear. He bites your earlobe making you hiss. It’s all going extremely slow, and it’s obvious that he is teasing you. One of his hands is still on your waist, while the other is slowly going under your shirt creeping up your stomach, soon meeting your breast. Sunghoon is still kissing your neck when he grabs one of your tits, gently massaging it, occasionally giving it a squeeze which makes your back arch.

It's when you moan when Sunghoon suddenly stops, he takes his hands out of your shirt and puts them on your hips, still behind you. “We can’t do this y/n”. You look back at him. His face is flushed and his hair is messy. “You are my daughter's best friend. You are 18 years younger than me.” You are still looking at him, frustrated. You need him, now. You can't wait any longer. “No Sunghoon, Please, I need you to fuck me” You pathetically pleading to the older man. Suddenly his hold on your waist tightens and he pushes his clothed cock towards your ass, making you feel him. You gasp, pushing your ass back harder on his hard cock. “This is how you make me feel y/n, this. I can’t be around you. And doing this will only make it worse.” Despite his words he doesn’t stop grinding into you, af if he can’t. Only the feeling of his cock pressed on your ass is making you tilt your head back out of pleasure, leaning on his shoulder. You look up at him with pleading eyes “Please Hoon, I need you, I need your big cock”. He turns you around with force, making you face him. His big hand grabs both of your wrists pinning them above your head on the cabinet. His other hand pushes you up, being strong enough to make you sit on the counter just by the sink. Before you could say anything he grabs your chin and kisses you roughly. You let his tongue take completely over your mouth, and it almost hurts how wide your mouth is open. His tongue is deep in your mouth, showing dominance in not letting you breathe until he lets you. 

He then pushes your mouth away from his, “Have you ever sucked someone off before, baby?” He says, his hand still pining your wrists. Not lying, you nod your head. He looks down at you and chuckles. “Of course you have, you dirty slut”. He says and lets go of your wrists, and pushes you on your knees in front of him. He unbuckles his belt, and drops down his pants to let his cock free. He is massive, and you can see the preecum leaking out of it. The sight makes your thighs squeeze together, something he noticed and loves. You look up at him, waiting for him to give you his orders, so you can follow him like his peasant. He smirks and licks his bottom lip, before biting it. He takes a fistfull of your hair, using it to control you and lower you towards his hard cock. You begin to lightly lick the tip, teasing him, before wrapping your mouth around the top of his cock. Sunghoon breathes out and tilts his head back “Ah, baby, just like that”. Looking up at him seeing how affected he gets by your mouth makes you even hornier, making you lean down on his cock even more. You remove his cock from his mouth to spit on it, which makes Sunghoon inpatient. He grabs our hair harder this time, and tilts your head up. “Open your mouth, slut” He says with a stern voice, and you follow his command. You open your mouth and he spits in it, making you moan at the ill treatment. You feel his spit sliding down your throat. He then slams his cock into your mouth, making you suck on it. He moans again at the feeling of your mouth, making you moan as well, vibrating his cock in your mouth. 

Just as you think he is about to cum, he slides his dick out of you, and makes you stand up. “Why did you stop?” you plead, wanting him to use you as his mouth slut. He grabs your waist and makes you sit on the counter behind you. He takes off your shirt, as well as his, as you take off your pants. “I want to feel you before i cum”, His hand slides over your clothed pussy, and he can feel your wetness through the fabric. You tilt your head back, leaning against the cabinet. The feeling of his fingers lightly teasing your clothed clit makes you moan. “You want me to touch you that bad, baby?” he says and looks at you with big deer eyes. You whine out a yes, before his hand rips off your panties and touches your folds. “So wet for me already, did you get turned on that easily by sucking on daddy's cock?” The sight in front of him could make him cum alone. Your makeup is smudged, and your lips are covered in drool from all the sucking and kissing. Just the way you look at him, tells him how much you want him to get you off. His fingers finally slip into your tight hole, and you moan at the feeling. But it's not enough, you need his cock, and you need it before your best friend comes back. 

“I need you Sunghoon, please I can’t wait any longer”, not having time to make fun of you, he has done that already by now, he quickly pulls his fingers out of you and brings his cock to your entrance. 

He grabs his cock and slaps your pussy making you let out a loud groan. He knows he is massive, and makes sure to be extra careful with your fragile little body. You both let out a relieving moan at the same time as he pushes all of him into you. The feeling makes Sunghoon almost collapse, having to tilt his head on your shoulder. Your legs wrap around his waist to push him even more into you, making sure that you can take everything he has to offer. Because of the risk of getting caught, Sunghoon doesn’t waste a second before fucking himself into you, pushing his cock in and out of you in a rapid pase, almost too fast for you too handle. His hand is still by your neck, biting you to muffle any moans coming out of his plump lips hitting a sweet spot. This makes you moan, and grab his hair to stabilize yourself. Feeling close, you bring your hand down to draw circles on your clit. Sunghoon suddenly slaps your hand away to replace it with his own, making him do the work for you. Because of the foreplay, it’s not long until you cum, and by the time his hard steady thrusts become sloppier, and sloppier you know he is close too. He comes into your pussy, and slides his cock out of you, looking down at your drenched pussy leaking out his cum. 

It’s then he looks at you with a stressed expression. “We need to clean up before Yeri comes back”. So that’s what you do. Sunghoon uses his shirt to clean you up, and help you put your clothes back on. You quickly do the dishes, getting help from Sunghoon putting it in the cabinet. After you have cleaned yourselves, and the kitchen, Sunghoon looks at you with regret in his eyes. “You didn’t do this because you felt pressured, did you? I’m older than you and would have easily taken advantage of you if I wanted to”. You look at him, smile, and walk up to him. You stand on your toes to reach up to his level and kiss his cheek, stabilizing yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders. You lean into his ear and whisper, “You are forbidden fruit Sunghoon, which happens to be my favorite flavor”

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❝ HONEY D[R]IPS ❞ + AL-HAITHAM

+. CWs —» fem!sub!reader x service dom!al-haitham; virginity kink, size kink, praising,edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, marking, oral act. word count — 1kish.

+. PRECIS —» al-haitham never imagined he can be tamed by a fragile creature like you.

+. NOTES —» there is a little bit of kaveh x reader & also al-haitham x kaveh cuz i refuse to seperate them. I'm in love their ‘chaos in the calm’ dynamic. totally not losing mind over him && you can read my works via NAVIGATION LINKS.

Fragile; that was the word that flashed through his mind when al-haitham first laid his eyes on you as you walked into his life like a dashing wave on a lonely shore wrecking havoc in his mind, body, and soul.

Al-haitham hated it; the unknown feeling amongst his ribcage that made him hear his heartbeats loud and clear, even in the hubbub of a crowd. He is a man of few words unless Kaveh isn't around. Somehow Kaveh manages to create ripples of annoyance in his peaceful mind and it weathers his patience, day by day.

On the other hand, Kaveh tries his best to avoid getting so worked up upon Al-haitham's stimulation yet he can not seem to turn a blind eye to the fact that al-haitham is undeniably quiet in her presence, in your presence. Kaveh was delighted to find out that at least once, he could have the upper hand if al-haitham were to really disrespect him, or hurt his feelings. It did not turn out as he thought it would be.

When Kaveh noticed that Al-haitham's emerald eyes were not on the book's rusty pages but peeking through the book's frame, lips twisting and occasionally turning whenever you are about to leave his sight he knew he could not use this as his wild card but watching him like this is more agonizing than getting yelled at by him. 

“Quit staring. it’s creepy.”, Kaveh uttered slamming the book on the table to gain his roommate’s attention. Al-haitham’s eyes shifted from her to his senior, as he whispered, “I wasn’t”, like a lovesick fool. At that moment, Kaveh knew he was hopeless. Not only he flat-out denied his fondness for her but also refused to act. “Guess it’s the other way ‘round”, he hisses before beckoning her in his direction shouting her name from the bottom of his lungs in the library. What an incredible idea to get her attention!

Al-haitham thinks his life hasn’t been livelier before. Watching you talk with his not-so-cool senior, and hearing your giggles, complaints, and tantrums was more than he could ask for. It did not bother him how you were always like a blooming flower around Kaveh. As for Kaveh, he would not go that far as having you as Al-haitham wants. He is satisfied just getting al-haitham worked up once in a while but after a few attempts, Al-haitham got used to it.

What he was not used to is you, your innocence around him, the unalloyed conscience. It drove him insane so much so that he started to observe you more, thinking about the minute details about you like would there be any mole like the one near her chin? Does she always wear light-colored clothes? Is her nipples same the color as her lips? how would she look underneath him, naked and . . .

It has been days since he started to think of you, in a very particular way, thought of getting close to you, and discarded the habit of staring at you through the frame of the book. He was tempted to touch himself, to relieve himself from this ache but he wanted to be over once and for all, not in installments, not in the dead of night jacking off in the bathroom.

And now, here you were underneath him, just like he imagined. 

Beads of perspiration sedimented at the lining of his forehead, fingertips being rigid, heart beating like drums, and all because his cock would not fit in your pussy. He has eaten you out for hours, tasted you to the very core, fondled your boobs till you were moaning loudly, shamelessly, sucked and bit your pebbled nipples until they were bruised and yet it was not enough. 

every time you were screaming, telling him to stop fingering you he would not. “You’re about to cum angel.”, he mentioned, eyes focused on ready to pull out the moment your legs give up to hold them apart again that are craving to shut close as to submerge in the euphoric high; so that he would have you creaming on his cock rather than his fingers. 

Tears like raindrops accumulate at the corner of your eyes as he tries to push his fat cock inside you and then retreats thinking he might hurt you as you lay blanking out, reflexively playing with your boobs, biting your bottom lip, whimpering, “so..sorry.”, as he brushes the tip of his cock up and down, over your pussy lips.

He shushes, leaning to kiss those bruised swollen lips murmuring, “shhh…shhsh angel. Just relax for me, yea? Can you do that?” you nod anticipating what is going to happen next, curling your arms around his shoulders as he adds in further, “tell me if it hurts. i’ll  stop ‘kay?”

“Um-hm”

He aligns the cock to your entrance and as he had your eyes on him, he pushes his cock in with a single broad thrust making your arms instantly fly back over your head gripping the edge of the pillow, wincing in pain, and gasping at the feeling of being full. He grits his teeth feeling the warmth of your gummy walls and sheathing his cock, halfway through.

“It..hu..hurts…”, you blurt out, eyes squeezing shut, body arching and suddenly feeling more full than before. 

“Want me to … to pull out?”, he asks exhaustively grazing the tip of his nose against your neckline. You pull him into a kiss bucking your hips up trying to take him all in and then gasping as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix.

Al-haitham watches you meticulously: eyes rolling white you squirm underneath him sensing a knot in your belly button that is slowly building up its moment as you adjust to his girth. “Yo’r so good for me, angel.”, starting to kiss along your glistening neckline. He is relishing the feeling of being inside you. Finally, he is fucking that pussy that has been driving him crazy for days. How can it be over just a few minutes? 

—

@tokyometronetwork.

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[r3starttt]

ACHING TO TOUCH HER

- request

an: based on my experience, don't take it too serious, just some comfort for those insecure (specifically about the body)

ABBY ANDERSON

⋆ would learn to recognize when you're not feeling the nicest and would tell you immediately how pretty you look

"stop looking at yourself in the mirror, you look nice" your hands, resting on your stomach just som seconds ago, moved to the sides of your body. You didn't feel comfortable enough with the clothes you were currently wearing, there was something odd.

You shifted your eyes towards her, taking a deep breath "just nice?" "shut up, come here" her arms extended, making space for you to crawl to her into a very comforting hug, probably what you needed.

⋆ understands how stressful it can be to have those thoughts so she's always patient with you whenever you're having a tough day.

⋆ kisses on your temple whenever you seem off, zoning out while you look at yourself on any reflection, whenever you seem physically uncomfortable, whenever you say words not so nice about yourself. She finds her way to comfort you.

⋆ she's completely in love with everything that makes you, you. Your hair, eyes, nose, strength, size, height. Anything she adores about you because it's you.

⋆ notices the smallest changes on you and compliments them, always.

"your hair looks different today, I like it"

⋆ she knows you, a lot. Would always let you know what looks good on you, what you should try, what changes you should do. And would always be so tender with her words.

"Saw this the other day, though it'll look good on you"

⋆ finds your glasses the sexiest thing ever. Your hair, she adores it, she definitely learns to take care of it properly, to help you comb it, she takes her time with you. Your stomach, she can't help but put her hands on you whenever you wear tight clothes, the way it looks it's the most hot shit she's ever seen and she has to touch it. Thighs, ass, boobs, anything like that, no matter the size, she needs her hands on it, specifically on public.

⋆ has to let you know with actions how much she loves everything about you and your body.

⋆ she finds stretch marks hot so... yeah

⋆ any freckles and moles you have she counts them, memorize them, god she's in love with ur body.

⋆ "pretty girl"

DINA

⋆ she's always calling u lots of compliments. Ass gurllll so, wearing something tight? She'll let you know how hot you look and how much she adores you in that.

"What?" You murmured once you realize how she was practically eye fucking you. She just laughed, shrugging her shoulders "nice ass"

You kept on wearing those jeans, just for her.

⋆ likes showering with you and telling you how much she loves every inch of your body. Cuddling and resting her hands on your stomach or run her fingers trough your arms as she murmurs how gorgeous you are.

⋆ can tell when you're off but gives you space or directly asks you what she can do to help/ does something about it.

"Hey... babe, come here, yeah?" You've been a while just looking at the wall. Today had been exhausting, and looking at your reflection wasn't quite the best idea ever. You felt uncomfortable in your own body, and everything felt so overwhelming.

It wasn't until her arms embraced you, pulling your body towards her, that you realized how much everything was affecting you. What would you do without her?

⋆ Always ask u the reason, worried she said or did something even thought she knows she's never the reason.

⋆ late night talks about it. She wants to know what bothers you so much and what's the background of it.

⋆ eye to eye cuddling while she caresses every inch of your body.

⋆ kisses everywhere everyday all the time

⋆ doesn't allow any mean words to yourself "Hey, don't say that" accompanied with a slightly harsh tap on the side of your arm or over your shoulder

ELLIE WILLIAMS

⋆ always worried about you, the minimum you look sad or off or just not the happiness she's already asking you whats wrong, what happened, did she do something?

"What is It?" "Did I do something?" "C'mon babe" "shhh, it's alright"

⋆ hands and eyes all over your body, all the time

"Can't understand how you don't see how fucking hot you look right now babe"

⋆ learns about patience. She can be pretty harsh sometimes we know that, but she would never ever mess with your appearance, no matter what.

⋆ always takes her time to comfort you on hard days, hearing you without saying a word until you're done. Lots of hugs and kisses for u

⋆ tries to convince you you're the hottest person alive but eventually learns to actually support you based on what you find comforting <3

⋆ breaks her heart to see the disappointment on your face whenever you're not fully comfortable with your clothes, makeup, anything

⋆ always offers you help "want my hoodie?" "Wanna go home babe?"

an:

1- abby finds glasses hot

2- curly haired, fat, black, Latina women? They all drive them crazy, those are facts stfu

#not me describing myself as their type lol #anyways #pure facts i speak #ellie wiliams #abby anderson #dina woodward #dina nolastname #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #abby anderson x black reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader #dina x masc!reader #dina x you #dina x y/n #dina x fem reader #dina x reader #dina woodward x reader #abby anderson x female reader

[nian-7]

Honkai Star Rail x gn!reader

✧what they get you for your birthday

✧fluff, platonically or romantically! (any of the minors on this post are strictly to be read platonically.)

Stelle and Caelus love figuring out something to get you together. It comes with some bickering, yes, but! in the end, it'll be something unique they had gotten on one of their trailblazing adventures.

Dan Heng get's you something simple yet sweet. It's something he's sure that you will like and something that you will find use in. It's in your favorite color as well, how'd he know your favorite color? Well.. he may have asked someone just so you wouldn't suspect anything.

March most definitely gets you some sort of hair clip. She loves to see you wear it because it makes her super happy! She probably bought you and her matching ones so you both could wear them together as well.

Himeko, like March, gets you something you can wear. Possibly a necklace or a ring. It depends on what she thinks would suit you more. She takes your interests and dislikes into consideration and ends up picking out something that makes your eyes light up with joy.

You swear that Welt acts like he could care less that it's your birthday until you receive a sweet little card and a box in your room on the Astral Express from him. It's a short and sweet card, the box contains a simple golden colored bracelet. It's simple, yes. Yet, you can't help but smile widely whenever someone asks where you got your pretty bracelet from.

Arlan struggles a little to say the least. He really wants it to be perfect for you. He fears he may get something you dislike or not use. In the end, he settles for a simple note that tells you how much he appreciates you along with a cute keychain to match your phone case.

Asta thinks about it for days in advance. What are your hobbies? Interests? Dislikes? She has so many ideas but, doesn't want to jump on one and have you end up disliking it. She ends up giving you a handmade card, decorated with cute little drawings of things you like. (And Peppy's paw print <3)

Herta never gets to see you in person so she feels bad about how informal it may feel. Either way, she makes a small version of you and her as little dolls! She just wants you to be able to have something in your room that reminds you of her so what better way than to have some little dolls to sit on your nightstand!

(Platonic!) Hook and the moles get together and find something for you! They all go around together, trying to think of something to get you. It's always so sweet, you don't have the heart to turn down whatever gift they end up giving to you :((!

Natasha listens to you so well and yet she gets stumped on what to get you. She does settle on simple flowers for you and ends up seeing something in a store that she'll also buy for you. She enjoys walking into your home and seeing the little trinket she had gotten for you on your table.

Pela gets you a book or story that you'd enjoy. Even if you don't like reading, she tries really hard to find a book that you'll like and gets extremely picky about which book it'll be. You don't like suspenseful stories? Any book with too much suspense, she won't even spare a glance to.

Sampo gets you flowers. It's always a different type every time. You somehow wonder how he's not run out of flowers by now. Sometimes they're even fake so you can keep them around for as long as you want!

Serval buys you a cool piece of clothing! She picks out something that is a mix of something a bit out of your comfort zone yet, still comfortable with wearing. Sometimes, she'll even take you out shopping and let you pick whatever you want!

Bronya fits time into her schedule to go somewhere with you for your birthday. She isn't sure what to buy you so might as well just spend the day with you! She'll buy whatever you may want whether it be food or something you saw in the store window.

(Platonic!) Clara gets so nervous when picking out a birthday gift for you! She asks Svarog for help too. She ends up getting a jacket that matches hers for you but, it's in your favorite color. She hands it to you so sweetly and is pleading to herself that you'll like it.

Gepard is such a sweetheart. He buys you a vase for you to put flowers in and although he wishes he had made it handmade, Serval had advised against that and said he should buy one instead. (The poor guy looked like a dejected puppy for a bit afterwards)

Seele has absolutely no clue what to get you. It's always in the back of her mind that she has no clue what to get you for your birthday and so it ends up being a simple card telling you about her favorite memory with you from that year.

Qingque buys you a game for you to play! It's partly just for her to play with you but! she does try to think about some sort of game that you'd enjoy.

Sushang is super sweet and gets you a plushie for your birthday. A soft plushie of your favorite animal. Whether she made it or not depends on how much time she had before she actually realized how close your birthday was.

Tingyun can get you virtually anything that you want. She straight up asks you what you'd like for your birthday and it always surprises you that she ends up getting that exact thing for your birthday.

(Platonic!) Bailu... She makes you little 'coupons' for her healing services. It's very crudely made with just the simple writing of "Healing Service Coupon" on some poorly cut pieces of paper. Nonetheless, it's a sweet gestures because you can see on her face that she really wants you to take it. (On the back of each of them, theres a little heart she drew, she hopes you won't see it!)

Yanqing gets super excited around your birthday. He's heading to every shop trying to find something that you'll like. He settles on some little trinket he saw that reminded him of you and puts a little ribbon on it so you know it's a present.

Jing Yuan just knows somehow what you want without you ever even telling him. He calls you into his office just so he can bestow the gift upon you. He makes you feel all special too and makes sure it's got your name on the box along with "Happy Birthday" written on it.

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

#x reader #fluff #gender neutral reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #jing yuan x reader #yanqing x reader #stelle x reader #caelus x reader #gepard x reader #natasha x reader #tingyun x reader #sushang x reader #qingque x reader #seele x reader #bronya x reader #serval x reader #sampo x reader #asta x reader #march x reader #welt x reader #himeko x reader #dan heng x reader

[illuminoia]

4. His gaze

To be honest, now that you're here. You think you're freaking out a little.

The set is already filled with at least half of the people from Xianzhou, cooperating smoothly with the faculty on set and their actor also getting ready for the ad shoot.

If anything, it freaks you out on how meticulous they are. On one side, a famous ambassador, Tingyun, you hear, is busy receiving makeup whilst also trying to figure out the clothing of the latest style provided for her (made by one the brands under Xianzhou Corp, of course.)

On the other, you see a person. He seems to be in his late teens, but having the air of a meticulous businessman around him whilst negotiating with the director. From the description given to you by Himeko earlier at the car, he must be Yanqing.

("[Name], you really should have just at least tried to search up how they look." Himeko chastises you as you ask what they look like.

Unfortunately for you, she couldn't even finish telling you their descriptions of each influencers, and the important people of the Xianzhou Corporation on the way.)

Ah, talk about going in blind.

"[Name], over here! you should get ready." A staff calls out her hand urging you to hurry, and you walk over to her, a sheepish look on your face.

Just as you turn your head to the side, it's when you catch the sliver of white hair.

It's only his side profile that you see, but it's unmistakeable. It's the same man you spilled coffee on just the other day. The striking long white hair tied into a ponytail, and that mole just underneath his eye. His figure is relaxed, as if almost donning a lazy confidence. If anything at all, he seems sleepy, indulging idle chatter to a person you don't recognize.

He wears a simple white button up and trousers, but the air around him tells he doesn't just receive attention, he commands it.  

His lidded eyes crest low as he stares at the screen—probably confirming whatever topic they were having to the person he's talking to about; something you can't catch at your distance.

And yet—

As if aware of the stare that's been pointing at him for a while, he looks up, and turns his gaze to you. There is warmth in his eyes when they flicker to you. Those golden eyes recognize you; you feel like a child caught peeping.

Your bewilderment must show on your face. His head dips just a little to his left, a touch of playfulness. A smile on his face. Oh, he definitely recognizes you.

However, he doesn't make a move to stop you when you decide to continue on your way, moving faster than you usually do.

In fact, he does nothing at all when you depart. 

(But you still feel the warmth of his gaze on you as you leave.)

"You were staring at him for quite a while, [name]." Your makeup artist tells, you, teasing.

Your cheeks flush red at her comment, and she laughs at that.

"It's okay," She says with a grin, gently closing the eyeshadow palette on her hands; the sound of it clicking echoing in the room. "Jing Yuan is quite hot, I'm not surprised that even you would be captivated at the man!"

You freeze at her statement.

"Eh? Jing Yuan?" You say, as if caught in a landmine.

She also returns the look, surprised at your words. "Oh...you didn't know?"

"He's the CEO of Xianzhou Corporation."

You then hear it from your stylist just as you change into more comfier clothes, just after wrapping up the shoot— Jing Yuan had already left. Halfway through the set, he was called in for an important meeting, or so he apparently said to the director, before he bid farewell earlier.

To your surprise, you finished up earlier than you thought you would, honestly. The rest of the cast has already said their thanks and decided to turn in for the day, leaving the set within minutes the moment the director finally said they were done.

But it was then that it dawned on you.

Ah, you forgot about the autograph.

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notes: xianzhou corp is a conglomerate. however, whilst it is true that all conglomerates are also corporations, jing yuan wanted to initially change the name of the corporate group as a whole because having corporation in the name seemed too much. now, he just couldn't be bothered. (he secretly got fond of it over time.)

#hsr smau #jing yuan x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan x female reader #jing yuan x y/n #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x reader social media au #jing yuan smau

[starshideurfics]

Thirsty Thursday - Mer-May

steddie, omegaverse, mdni🔞, inspired by Emma’s (crybabyao3 on twt) mersteve and pearls

Eddie didn’t believe the kids at first when they said they found a mermaid. Especially after Dustin explained that he didn’t have a tail.

“He said he got it taken away by a sea witch. That she’s helping him find his alpha.”

“And just where is this tailless mermaid anyway?” Eddie asks, arms crossed over his chest.

“We’re hiding him at Hopper’s beach house for now,” Lucas starts.

“Yeah, he’s not exactly dressed for us to bring him out in public,” Max adds with a smirk.

Eddie shakes his head, rubs at his eyes. “Please tell me you don’t have a naked omega sitting in Hopper’s place. He’s gonna freak.”

“That’s why you need to come with us, get him out of there. You’ve gotta bring him to your place,” Dustin says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Eddie wants to argue, but instead he grabs the keys for his van. “Fine. But I need to meet the guys in an hour, Joyce got us a gig down at the Surf Shack.” It’s a big step up from the high school beach parties they usually play, since they’re getting paid in more than shitty beer and enough money for gas.

“Thank you, let’s move!” Mike yells, grabbing Dustin to lead the group out to the parking lot.

The kids yell the whole way, recounting how the found Steve—the mermaid’s name is Steve  for chrissakes—wandering the beach, completely unsteady on his feet. Max thought he was drunk, but El was worried he was hurt, so they asked him what was wrong and he spilled everything.

He probably found the best group of 12-year-olds possible, since they believed him.

Reaching Hopper’s beach house, Eddie cuts the engine, doesn’t bother waiting for the kids as he heads inside; they catch up almost instantly anyway.

“Steve! We’re back!” Dustin yells as he walks through the side door behind El, since she’s the one with a key.

“We brought our friend Eddie, he’s got his own place so you won’t need to hide there,” Max adds, right on Dustin’s heels.

Eddie is prepared for nudity as he hears awkward shuffling from down the hall. But that’s not what he gets.

Steve walks into the kitchen covered in pearls. The bits of fabric they’re attached to fit perfectly around his torso, but have been tied to cover his bottom a bit haphazardly.

The pearls must be worth a fortune, what with the size and color, but all of Eddie’s focus is drawn by the man’s beautiful face, flecked with moles, his eyes the rich brown-green of sea kelp.

More importantly, his face lights up with his smile. “Thank you! I don’t want to be any trouble, but I’m so grateful for your help!” At first, his smile is just for the kids. But then he looks up, and his eyes go soft.

When his eyes lock with Eddie’s.

“Hi,” Eddie manages to make his stupid mouth say.

“Hello,” Steve answers, not as dumb, but just as soft. “I’ll be staying with you?”

“Yes!” Dustin answers for him. “Eddie has his own apartment, you’ll be safe there.”

“Okay, shitheads—and El—get on back to whatever you were up to before, I’ll get Steve settled.”

The kids try to protest, but Steve agrees, says he won’t be interesting the rest of the day since he’s tired. It’s true, since he dozes off in the van on the way to Eddie’s. He looks so peaceful it pains Eddie to wake him.

But he does, gently, gets another soft smile as he escorts Steve up to his second-floor apartment.

“I’ve got clothes you can borrow for now, then we can find you something you like. But I’m pretty sure you’d get a citation for indecent exposure if you went out in that again.”

“Oh,” Steve says, sadly looking down at his chest. “I wanted to be wearing it when I found my alpha. My pearls show I am ready to be claimed, that I have my dowry for my mate.”

“Did you harvest them all? That’s a lot of oysters to open, especially for the colors,” Eddie says, unable to hide the awe in his voice.

“No, they’re my pearls,” Steve says, like Eddie should understand more than he does. “Mers lay eggs, and if they aren’t fertilized they become pearls. These are the pearls from my heats.”

Eddie suddenly feels the need to readjust himself. “From your heats,” he repeats softly.

“That’s why they’re for my alpha, to show I’m ready for pups.”

“But your alpha is here, on land?”

“Yes!”

“Then you aren’t going to be laying any more eggs, sweetheart. That’s not how heats work for humans.”

Steve’s hand rests low on his belly, covering the perfect circle of pearls. “I know.”

“And how do you know your alpha is here? You can’t have gotten close enough to scent him.”

“I heard him, playing my heartsong. I hear it every so often, coming from the shore, fast like my heartbeat, like he needs to scream to the world. Like he’s calling for me.”

That really piques Eddie’s interest. “He’s playing on the beach? Is he alone?”

“Not always, but I can still pick him out, that’s how heartsongs work.”

Eddie’s mouth feels too dry, and he swallows hard. “Can you hum any of it? Maybe I’ve heard it before, can help you find him faster.”

Steve smiles, hums a melody Eddie knows all too well. One he based on the songs his mother would sing him when he was little. Without a word, Eddie reaches for his acoustic guitar, easily taking over the melody from Steve, playing on as the omega falls quiet.

When Eddie stops, he looks up to see Steve’s big eyes, tears on his cheeks. “It’s you,” he whispers, reverent as he steps closer, far more sure on his new legs now.

“I guess it is.” Eddie puts down the guitar and pulls Steve close, finally scenting at his neck and feeling like there are new colors in his world as he smells waterlilies and coconut and fresh salt air.

Steve leans in first, kissing his mouth, awkwardly guiding Eddie’s hands to tease at his nipples through the gaps in the pearls. Then he grips Eddie’s hips, pulls their groins together and moans at the feeling of his alpha’s cock pressing against his new, human pussy.

“Alpha, please!” he groans. “Want to feel you.”

Eddie obliges, pulls at the ties over Steve’s ass, lets the fabric fall from between his legs, and carefully traces his fingers along his seam, already wet with slick. 

He doesn’t have time to knot Steve. Not if he wants to make it to the gig. So instead, he guides Steve to sit on the couch, Eddie kneeling between his thighs, using his mouth to make his omega come.

————

Steve accompanies Eddie to the gig that night. He’s wearing his clothes: a black band tee and ripped jeans that cover a bite high on his thigh.

Eddie has a single, blue-grey pearl added to the chain around his throat.

#steddie #omegaverse #fanfiction #alpha eddie munson #omega steve harrington #mermay #stranger things fic

[jasminedragonart]

As someone who watched the show as a kid and then again a few years ago I don't understand when people say Toph isn't feminine at all. Toph likes girly things. She does. Saying she doesn'tdoesn't not erase the fact that she canonically does like girly things.

She didn't hate wearing a dress or makeup when her and Katara spent their day together. The only thing she hated was that she was laughed at. Toph likes boys. Toph wants to be pretty. She just also likes being herself. Also, I think people forget that her upbringing is very juxtaposed like her personality.

She grew up wearing dresses and playing in mud both, only one of those things she was probably told off for. I think, now she's with the gaang, she prefers being comfortable than keeping up appearances. Her lack of shoes is a practicality issue, she can't see if she's not barefoot. she's comfortable in mud because she's an earth bender and she probably slept with the badger moles in a lot of the contraptions she makes herself to sleep in on the series. That being said her clothes are actually more reminiscent of Kataras than Aang or Sokkas. She wears her outer robe (the long green and pale outerwear) long like Katara rather than short like Sokka or even Zuko. She has a headpiece like Suki. She wears feminine clothes and, I don't know, it's just kind of frustrating when a lot of people try and push Toph in this heavily masculine box when she's actually a very feminine figure.

#Toph #Atla

[offseason-if]

Formal character introduction post with more info on the romance options' personalities, ages, appearances, and what tropes you can expect from their routes.

Noel Watanabe [RO, they/them, 20]: Since your first meeting when you were both 12, where the judges scored you one point higher than them, Noel has claimed themselves as your 'rival'. They certainly play the part— well sometimes. Between bringing you food after practice and completely ignoring you, their hot-and-cold personality practically gives you whiplash. When they heard you were quitting the sport, they were enraged. Will you dig deeper into your relationship with your so called rival?

Appearance: Ivory skin, long straight black hair just past their chest, green eyes, a mole under their right eye, septum piercing, left eyebrow piercing, multiple upper ear piercings, almost always wearing eyeliner, 6'0. Noel's fashion style is very much dark academia. Turtlenecks, blazers, ties, combat boots, trench coats. They tend to settle for more laid back clothes (long sleeves and leggings) if they're just practicing all day.

Personality: Noel is just what you expect someone who's been playing a sport for 13 years to act like. They're abrasive, competitive, and confident. Growing up with parents who only built tension through passive aggressive comments rather the communication certainly didn't help— but that's neither here nor there, at least in Noel's opinion. What? No, of course they've never been to therapy, why do you ask?

Romance Tropes: rivals to lovers, reluctant love, afraid to commit, slow burn

Hallie/Harlow Mitchell [RO, gender selectable, 18]: After deciding to take a gap year against their parents wishes, H finds themselves spending their (would be) fall semester in Illinois. You first run into them, quite literally. A blur of bright orange knocking you flat on your back isn't he way you were looking to get your mind off of your problems but it worked. And if it hadn't the sound of H profusely apologizing certainly did. They seem to follow you everywhere you allow them to after that. Will their attempts to motivate you to skate again lead to something more?

Appearance: Tan skin, blue eyes, dyed bright orange hair, freckles, 5'8. Hallie has chin length length hair with bangs and small braids sprinkled in along with assorted hair clips, she doesn't wear makeup often but when she does it's in bright and bold tones. Harlow has his hair styled in a grunge perm that just reaches the end of his neck. H has a streetwear style; graphic tees, windbreakers, cargo shorts, crocs, (they have so many jibbitz) baggy jeans, sneakers.

Personality: What one imagines when they think of 'southern hospitality'. They're charming, outgoing, and kind. H would rather talk to someone in class than take the time to work on a project; though now in a bad way. School just never came quite easy to them, but they do make up for that in quite literally all other aspects of their life sports, cooking, art. You name it they've done it. Well, apart from ice skating.

Romance Tropes: meet cute, love at first sight, friends to lovers, obvious love

Sadie/Spencer Williams [RO, gender selectable, 19]: Your best friend since your first year in high school. They've seen all the parts of you that you keep hidden from others, for better or for worse. While never picking up ice skating themselves S has never missed one of your games as long as they've known you. S has always been loyal and supportive of you, almost to a fault, but that all changes when you tell them you're giving up skating. Will you find out why your normally laid back best friend is passionate about getting you to skate again?

Appearance: Ebony skin, dark brown eyes, chocolate brown hair, unblemished skin, ear piercing, beauty mark above their lip, 5'5. Sadie has her hair styled in butterfly locks just reaching her mid-back, usually in a half down half up style, she usually wears makeup consisting of light earthy tones. Spencer has his hair styled in twists just going past his chin. S has a cozy type of fashion style; sweaters, corduroy pants, cardigans, turtle necks, sweater vests, knitted socks, platform shoes.

Personality: The perfect picture of an introvert. S is quiet, comforting, and laidback. S is very much a closed book, trusting their small trusted circle with knowing things about them and not keen on opening up to others. If you are close to S, you know that they're quite artistic. Whether that's drawing, painting, pottery, photography, or anything else they enjoy expressing their creativity that way.

Romance Tropes: friends to lovers, everyone can see it, requited unrequited love, slow burn

Valerio 'Val' Diaz [RO, he/him, 20]: Coach Diaz had introduced the two of you after your third lesson, convinced you would become quick friends. He was right, of course, at least for a while. Valerio was obliviously quite a bright kid; helping you with homework during breaks at practice, studying with you before lunch, spending your sleepovers going over multiplication tables rather than telling secrets. It was something you'd always admired about him until— well, you'd rather not get into it. Your old friend seems to think otherwise, if the speed he comes back into your life after hearing about your plans to quit skating is anything to go by. Will you be able to forgive and let your old friend (or more) back into your life?

Appearance: Light brown skin, short curly dark brown hair just reaching his shoulders usually in a ponytail or bun, hazel eyes, small scar on his forehead partially covered by his hair, glasses, 5'4. Valerio has a casual style of clothes; crewnecks, hoodies, sweatpants, basketball shorts, t-shirts, socks with sandals, sneakers.

Personality: After one conversation with Valerio it's obvious they view their education above all. Smart, ambitious, and mature. Valerio is not one to prioritize play over work. From student council to volunteer work, Valerio was extremely busy during high school, even more so now that he's in college. Majoring in criminal law certainly takes up his already busy schedule. Though, the little boy everyone once knew is still there somewhere.

Romance Tropes: childhood friends, second chance, exes to lovers, childhood marriage pact, childhood friends to lovers

#character intro #off season #interactive fiction #interactive novel #if #interact if #choice of games #cog #cog wip #dashingdon #interactive fiction wip #hosted games #ros

[triplesilverstar]

Day 2

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vampire Knives X F!Reader

CW: Dub con, serious dub-con, Smut, angst and smut, mentions of breeding, blood, injury, Physical abuse, blood-sucking, penis in vaginal sex, Kidnapping

Word count: 2081

A/N: Day 2, this one is a two part fic. Enjoy some Vampire Knives and a cameo appearance of Legato. Still the faithful servant.

Taking a deep breath as you wake up in the morning running a hand through your hair before putting it up and out of your face and getting dressed. Fingers sore from all the cleaning of the household the last few days, all in preparation for some kind of lord or count coming to visit. 

You don’t mind hard work, you were born into a household as a servant, and from an early age, you were cleaning. Once you were old enough you were moved from the kitchen into the direct employ of the lord’s only daughter. 

Employ makes it sound nice, really you’re the young lady’s beating girl. You wait on her hand and foot and when she gets into trouble you’re the one taking the belt for her. 

At least now with her at sixteen, she’s at the age to be married off, and you just hope you aren’t made to follow her as part of her dowry. Fingers crossed that all the cleaning over the last few days will make the right impression on the visiting lord who is apparently looking for a wife. At least that’s the word you’ve heard from the kitchen girls. Dressed just before dawn you make your way to your young mistress's bedroom to start preparing for the day. 

Hours later your hands carefully folded as the young lady stomped her foot impatiently. “I said I wanted the red bow!”

“My lady. Your father has requested you wear the blue dress and matching bow, don’t you want to make your father happy?” 

“I don’t care what my father wants! I want the red bow.” Sighing internally you do as your young mistress commands, aware that later you’ll be in for a beating. 

By evening just after the sun has set, you hear the clamor in the hallway as the visiting lord enters keeping your gaze straight ahead from your position in the serving room. Tea is prepared to welcome him while the young mistress waits for him. Her father, and who you can only assume is the visiting lord enters, his voice cultured, and even as he explains the delay in his arrival some sort of mishap on the road. It sends a chill down your spine as he seems to dominate the room with his presence. 

While you keep your gaze forward you don’t miss his appearance, he’s tall and broad with a handsome face and cool eyes. A small mole on the left side of his face just beneath his eye. Something about those eyes catches your attention, making your heart freeze in your chest. Something unnatural. 

Serving the tea when called upon, Lord Millions, the visiting lord, makes a comment regarding your steady hands which your mistress makes a backhand comment about. 

That evening you feel the sting of leather across your back because of the red bow, told it will be your fault if there isn’t a proposal for marriage before the young lord departs. As you leave wincing, Lord Millions butler Legato sees you slip away back covered in bruises and lacerations towards the servant's quarters. 

The next three days pass in a similar manner, and that evening after your beating you hide in the hedge maze trying to stem the fine lacerations on your back. You can’t have your clothes stained with your blood. 

A noise in the hedge makes you freeze, mortification flooding you as Lord Millions turns into the dead end you’d hidden yourself away in. A single pale eyebrow rose in surprise. “My apologies, I assumed everyone was inside for the night.” 

Turning your face to the ground and trying to make yourself smaller “You owe me no apologies m’lord. I shouldn’t be here.” Jumping as you feel smooth fingers run under your chin, forcing your gaze upwards and meeting his own cool teal eyes. 

“You appear to be injured.” His voice is soft almost as if laced with concern. 

“Injuries resulting from my own faults M’lord. Nothing someone of your standing should be concerned with.” You want to hide more, people of his status shouldn’t care about people like you. 

A tsk from him, a noise of annoyance and you thought you saw a flash of red in his eyes. “More like faults of your young charge, spoilt brat that she is.” Using the hold on your chin he looks over your face, tilting your head this way and that before looking over your back, and you miss the way he licks his lips. 

“Tis not my place to say, m’lord.” Which is the truth, servants do not speak ill of their betters. 

“Regardless, you should not be burdened by such treatment.” Jumping once more as his breath washes over the skin of your face, catching his eyes once more you feel something take over, like a mist clouding your mind. “Upon my arrival, you appear to be the only person of note at this estate. I think I’d like to have a sample of you.”

His voice is so soothing and you feel like you’re floating away, you should be surprised when his lips catch yours. You know what kissing is, had done it with one of the stable boys but this feels so much better than fumbling around in the dark, as his lips move against yours. One of your hands raises to touch the back of his head and you moan as your fingers come into contact with the soft texture of his blond locks.

A moan that Lord Millions is quick to take advantage of, plundering your mouth with his tongue making you moan even more. Your body responds to his actions as you feel a dampness from the lower regions of your body. 

The haziness in your mind continues as you feel one of Lord Millions hands glide down your side and to the front of your skirt, slowly lifting the fabric and touching the hem of your undergarments, pushing them down to touch the bare skin. 

“Tell me little maid” whispered against your mouth when he pulled away from you. “Have you ever lain with a man before?”

You see no reason to lie to him “No M’lord.” All you have done is kiss boys who said you were pretty, you knew if one of those boys or any of the men working the estate touched you you’d be thrown out before you had time to defend yourself. 

“Knives” trailing his nose along your cheekbone as his hand slides between the folds between your legs. “Call me Knives. Tonight you are going to feel a man for the first time then. I think I’ll quite enjoy it.” You can hear the purr in his voice, he’s happy about something but you have no idea what it could be. 

He’s back to kissing you and the world falls away to nothing but the sensation of his plush lips as they work against yours with a bruising intensity. The scent of the woods and copper filled your nose, tasting the heady flavor of what could only be the wine that had been served with dinner on his tongue. 

Gasping as you feel something prodding the opening between your legs, Knives’s hands moving downwards grabbing your hips and lifting you with a strength you couldn’t have known a noble to be capable of. The wiry branches of the hedge pressing into your back causes you to hiss from the pain lacing through you, already tender from your ‘punishments’ earlier. 

“Wrap your legs around mine” While his voice is low you know a command when you hear one, it’s most of what you’ve heard your entire life. Doing just that you hear a hum of satisfaction, biting your lip to keep from crying out as he loosens his hold on your hips and he slides deep inside of your core. “Good girl, you take my cock so well, like you were made for me to pleasure myself with you.” 

Biting your lip as he pumps in and out of your body, a burning forming in your core and you feel so relaxed in his arms certain your body is on fire with the moisture you feel forming under your hair. Yet when you look at Knives it seems to be having no difficulty at all, just lazily moving his length inside your body as if he has all the time in the world. 

“It has been a while for me and I think I’ll enjoy watching you squirm as I fill you up.” What. No. Through your haze you know that’s a terrible idea.

“Please M’lord, you might put a bastard in my belly.” He starts to thrust harder, making your body shudders in his tight hold as he fucks you chasing his pleasure, a side effect being your own building from his actions. 

A low chuckle from him, and in the pale light of the moon you notice his gleaming white teeth. Fangs. He has fangs. “Something else might decide if a bastard goes in your belly or not.” A single hard deep thrust and you feel a warmth spreading inside your body, a feeling you don’t get to dwell on as his teeth sink into your neck and pleasure racks your system. 

You can barely feel anything hands sliding from Lord Millions' shoulders, you didn’t even know you had placed them there. You do however hear the working of his throat, drinking you down, the wet popping slurp as his mouth removes itself from your skin. 

“Legato” another command and you wonder why he’s calling for his butler, vision blurry you can make out his form as Lord Millions removes his softening cock from your body and places you on the ground.

“Yes, Master?” 

“Take her back to the castle, I want the first stud used. She’s the best-tasting human I’ve had in a century. I fully expect her with a child upon my return and the rest of her unharmed. I have plans for my newest broodmare.” You have no idea what any of that means, as you’re thrown over Legato’s shoulder, passing out from the blood loss. 

The next day the household is in an uproar not that you’ll ever know, Knives is sitting in the closed-off dining room. An excuse about the light bothering his eyes to ensure he doesn’t have to walk in the beaming rays of the day.

“Once I find that little bitch I’ll have her skinned alive, my apologies for the delay in my daughter joining us Lord Millions.” The uproar is because you’re missing, household chores have not been completed and the brat of this lord has been screaming about how it’s your fault that she isn’t ready. 

Knives for his part just smiles behind his teacup, never enough to reveal his teeth to the overweight Lord. Knives knew the aristocrats he used to trick into sending their daughters to his home to serve as brood mares for his stock were becoming fat and lazy. He likes his meals to have flavor and in the last century, all he seemed to come across was spoilt meat. You had been a welcome surprise last night, the bit of blood he had drained from you like a seven-course meal flooding his palate. 

As the day passed and the brat still wasn’t ready Knives finally spoke out directly as the Lord of the house kept blaming you for the failings of his daughter. "Perhaps she has left to a place that will treat her with respect. Your daughter certainly didn't nor did you. If you mistreat servants they will leave for greener pastures."

“How dare you!” The fat Lord you had once served was red in the face, sneering at his guest. 

“I dare since I had come to glean if your daughter would make a suitable bride, clearly she will not. I treat my servants in such a way as to retain them and their loyalty. I shall depart from this failing home this evening. No need to see me off.” Knives hummed happily to himself as he departed in his carriage, the thick drapes keeping the sun from reaching him. 

Licking his lips in anticipation of his return home after the last few households were visited, appearances of the Lord Millions ninth generation looking for a spouse needed to be maintained. Otherwise, in another three decades, he might have a harder time masquerading as the tenth generation looking for a young bride. 

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#trigun smut #Millions Knives X Reader Smut #trigun #millions knives x reader #31 Days of Monsters #millions knives #trimax #tristamp

[canirove]

In The Name of Love | Chapter 22

Author's note: Can you tell when I wrote this chapter? 🫣😂

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"Val, this just came in the mail for you."

"For me?" I say, looking at the big envelope Silvia is giving me. 

"Yep. It's from your boyfriend."

"Oh, thank you" I say, opening it. "Oh my God."

"What… Valeria! Is that… is that him?"

"I think so."

"You think so? Val, you probably are the person who has seen adult Pedri naked the most! Apart from his teammates and himself, of course."

"All the moles are in the right places, so… yeah, it's him."

"Holy shit" Silvia laughs. "He didn't look like that when I saw him shirtless after your first night together."

"He did not, no" I say, looking at the magazine in my hands, a shirtless Pedri on the cover.

"Can I have a look?"

"Yeah, sure" I say, giving it to Silvia.

"Oh, it comes with a note. Happy early Christmas, Val. Hope you like my little present ;) I don't know if you like it, but I certainly do."

"Should I worry about my best friend thirsting over my boyfriend?"

"Nah. You two are too obsessed with each… Holy mother of Jesus, Valeria."

"Now what?" I laugh.

"Look. Look!" Silvia says, showing me one of the photos.

"He looks ridiculous."

"Ridi… what? He looks fucking hot, Val."

"And ridiculous. Who wears a beanie while shirtless?" 

"He does. And he does it so well… I don't know if I'm gonna be able to look at him the same after this, Val. Holy shit."

"You already said that" I laugh again.

"You are such a lucky bitch…" she says while flicking through the magazine. "A fucking lucky bitch." 

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

I think your early Christmas present has broken Silvia

What? 😂

Next time she sees you she may jump at you

Ok 😂😂

What about you? 😏

What about me?

Will you jump at me too?

Meh 🤷‍♀️

Seriously, Val? 🙄

You look ridiculous 😂

What? I look fucking hot!

Ridiculous. A beanie while shirtless? Who does that? 😂

I do. For you. 

You love it when I wear one

Yeah, but when you also are wearing clothes

🙄

I thought that was going to be your favourite photo. Because besides the beanie, I'm also showing those things you love so much 

Things? What things? 🤔

The ones on my hips that take you to your favourite place in my body 😏

🙄🙄🙄

They have your name 😏

What? 😂

They are a V shape… V for Valeria

🙄🙄🙄

🤗🤗🤗

I'll print that photo so you can have it on your bedside table and be the first thing you see every morning when you wake up and every night before going to sleep

No thank you

You prefer the real thing, I get it 😌

You'll have him soon 😏

Right now the real thing can stay in Valencia tbh

You are so mean, Val. 

I give you a present and get naked thinking of you, and look at the way you treat me 😔

🤷‍♀️ How have your teammates treated you btw? I'm sure they are laughing in your face 😂

They are a bunch of jealous idiots 🙄

So they have made fun of you, haven't they? 😂

🙄

Poor Pepi 🥺

🖕🏻

Love you too 🤍 And speaking of teammates… Anything new about Ferran?

He still wants to leave during the winter transfer window

Really?

Yeah… And I get it. 

He isn't playing, and his head not being where it should be isn't helping him. 

I think being away even if it's just for 6 months will do him good. 

Personally and for his career

Yeah, I guess… 

It will, trust me

Wish I could be there to hug you right now tho 🥺

I can hug the magazine.  Isn't that what you wanted? 🤗

🙄🙄

Instead of printing a photo you should get me a pillow with your face on it or something 😂

And what are you going to do with that pillow? 😏

Always thinking about the same 🙄

I'm horny, I haven't see you in a week

Then use your hand, Pedro

You do it better 😏

🙄

The moment we arrive from Valencia I'm driving to your place. 

Tell Silvia to leave if she doesn't want to hear certain things

I don't think she'll mind if she gets to see you shirtless in the morning 😂

Like after our first night together? 

That's what she said when she saw the photos.  You've improved since that day

And not just physically, have I? 😏

🙄

I have and you know it. 

And I will be showing you how much very soon 😏

If I let you in

You don't have to let me in for me to show you how good I am 😛😉

Jesus Christ, Pedro 🙄

Yep, that's what you will be saying 😏

🙄

Love you too, Val 🤍

#pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri fanfic #pedri gonzalez fanfic #pedri imagine #pedri gonzalez imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[copingmechanizm]

Model Steve and Designer Eddie AU (steddie)

After Robin graduated, she and Steve moved to New York. Robin started college and Steve was supposed to find a job. It wasn't easy. He didn't have college degree and an experience from ice cream parlor and video store didn't give him that much. Every refusal made him feel more and more useless and worthless. Until Robin suggested going for an audition to a modeling agency. He was sceptical but also desperate so he went. Surprisingly he got the contract, apperently his many moles and freckles made him more original and recognizable which was what the recruiters were looking for. Soon begun the photo sessions and runways and Steve was surprised how much he found to like it. It didn't take long for him to become famous, starring in fashion shows of top designers and appearing on billboards around the Time Square. Then finally, after months of trying, he got a job at his favorite designer The Banisher. A persona known to everyone in the fashion industry and beyond. Their collections were selling for small fortunes to celebrities, especially musicians, as his clothes often had a scenic flare. His style focused on dark pallete, metals, leather, often lace and semi permanent fabrics. It was sexy and definitely eye catching. The Banisher never showed his face, wearing a mask on their runway shows or even not showing at all. So Steve even though he got a part in the runway for the new collection, he didn't have much hope for meeting the creator themselves. Finally the day has come and he arrived at early hours for the clothes try-on and usual make up and hair stylization. And there, next the clothing rack stands The Banisher, in his iconic jacket and denim vest (which he was known for) and black leather pants, with familiar long dark curls gathered in a bun at the top of their head. And without a mask. And wait why is that face so familiar? Is that Eddie Munson?! Apperently he said that out loud as the man turned his head sharply in Steve direction. They looked at each other in shock, the designer apperently recognizing Harrington too. And after what felt like eternity they begun to talk. Just like that. Like they're old friends and not ex jock king and school freak. Turns out Eddie wasn't the one choosing the model but his assistant Chrissy who chose Steve on purpose knowing full well that they went to high school together and had a crush on him. Or so he suspected. That sounded like her. Eddie also knew that Steve was working as a model, but from obvious reasons never planned to hire him. He was surprised and very much flustered when Steve admitted that The Banisher is his favorite designer. He definitely didn't think his clothes were in King Steve's taste. Steve on the other hand wanted to know how Eddie begun his fashion career and why not became musician as he thought he wanted (he remembered Munson playing in some band in high school). They talked until more and more models begun to arrive and Steve had to go to get ready for a runway. And if Eddie made a few last minute corrections just for Steve that's no one's business. He had his eyes on Harrington the whole time, how could he not when he was wearing the clothes he made looking like eighth wonder of the world. After the show, when it was time for the models to leave, Eddie approached Steve and looking unusually shy, asked him to come with him to a party that he had with his friends and crew as a celebration of a successful event. He didn't want to leave Steve just yet. The model happily agreed not wanting to part ways with Eddie too. They went together, Steve meeting everyone and both having great time (Chrissy looked suspiciously smug just like Eddie suspected). They parted ways after Steve insisted to walk Eddie home, but with plans for a date next weekend.

#steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #model steve #designer eddie #fashin AU

[crazy-maracuya]

Headcanons I personally really like whilst reading upon Eden and the family of Adam and Eve.

Both the Tree of Life and the Tree of knowledge are intertwined between one another. Both their branches are almost woven in together however they are very easy to distinguish due to their colors.

Eve has long and splintered red hair which was before all of the fibers that stuck to her when she was still just a part of Adam. Her eyes are more thin, having some Asian traits as well. Like imagine the redness of a bone, that's how much skin hair was all over her until she gradually lost some parts and grew out others.

For Adam, I think his physical appearance is quite a journey, first with being molded and put inside the vessel of the dirt I feel like he would have a lot of acne, of moles and freckles to represent all the peebles and dirt he had been made from. He does a darker shade of the fertile mud from the Fertile Cresent. His hair is far more smooth but wavy. His hair is also pretty long, somewhat lighter in other ends too due to the roots of herbs being mixed in.

Lilith does share more similarities to Adam, except for the eyes and the hair. Her eyes are green. They stayed as such due to the herbs she had been created from. She has short hair, mostly for personal preference, but also because

Cain has red hair as well, it's much darker compared to his mother, and his skin is like clay, low firing clay, although the sun tans him as the years go. He also has darker eyes. And he has been thought by Abel how to kill a lamb for food.

Abel has more strength out of the two which is why he hunts his food more and takes care of the cattle. He likes to carry a satchel of fruits that Cain often collected for him and Eve ever since he was young. He has a darker skin and takes a lot of traits from his father, except for the red hair. Although it is more curvy than wavy. His eyes are gray. (Alot of these are mostly headcanons that fit for symbolism of his death so like.... yeah...).

Seth has equal traits from both his parents. He has the brunette locks, a more olive skin and dark honey eyes. He also wears a more mature expression for most of the time. He somewhat likes and dislikes spending his time at The Cave of Treasures due to the corpse of his brother lingering there. He likes playing with stones or peebles. I do like to think Cain and Seth did meet st some point but the interaction became bitter when Seth noticed who he was.

Seth was mostly raised by his sisters rather than his parents.

Eve managed to live on until the day of The Deluge.

Lamech had learned slingshooting from the teachings of Seth.

Enoch liked to write a lot about the family, sadly most of it was lost to time.

Luluwa and Lilith met at some point, the angels Senoi and Sansenoi were there as well to protect her.

Adam oftened reminisced in his nightmares about his past deaths and close comings to death while surviving.

Aklia always wore layer upon layer, she used the skins of the animals to make a lot of clothes which became a small hobby of hers. Her favorite pastime was catching snakes, which her mother Eve didn't like it when she brought them inside the house.

Omg the angels braiding Eve's and Adam's hair.

#angels #adam and eve #adam #eve #abrahamic religions #abrahamic mythology #christianity #cain #abel #cain and abel #luluwa #lilith #aklia #the book of adam and eve #apocryphal #noncanonical books #mythology #headcanons #bible fandom

[superconductivebean]

im here to yap about poppy x imelda (what i was put on this good planet to do) what do you think each of them finds the most attractive about the other? physically, emotionally & personality wise? i have my theories but i would LOOOOOVE to know yours <3

hmmmmmm we may call it then,

imelda x poppy headcanons - 3

Prolly a tw for graphic physical descriptions. Nothing sexual, just: scars, injures, and other things I think was logical for them to have.

To place it somewhere right away: my mc Julia's scar plays well in what Imaboutta share.

Physical:

Poppy looks… innocuous enough to suspect she has a very firm grip, a good amount of stamina, that she is very hard to tire down with long walks or other activities, not to mention Poppy has permanent skin discolourations, scars and other signs of working with beasts and creatures, plants and Herbology miscellanea. For Imelda, Poppy therefore is a reminder and a validation; a girl can look not just how she likes but also wear scars as a part of herself, a honeysuckle history mark left on her skin she shouldn't be afraid of. Imelda's quest for validation originates from the more conventionally or, no, another word: contemporary thinking people. To them, she somehow must look conventionally attractive and have no physical defect to herself. Otherwise, she's less… seen, less heard of, because people can't bear the thought of people being anything more than an embodiment of the whatever thing someone else has declared the beauty standard.

Anyone who deliberately abandons the idea of following the mob has her utmost attention. They're not living in the times when an open wear, however, but Hogwarts doesn't accommodate muggles. In Potions and Herbology students are encouraged to roll the sleeves up and doff robes; in Charms and DADA students get their clothing destroyed all the time; nobody remains in the day clothes at dorms. Yet, Imelda has side-eyes for how her arms look like, for example, and same goes to Poppy.

Imelda, as a Quidditch player, a chaser, has a sturdy build and she has her share of signs for once broken bones and skin torn open.

But she doesn't have quite the muscle mass; it is rather detrimental for Quidditch players to gain lots of it nor specifically train to acquire it, as they have to manoeuvre in the air and part of it lies in how they feel their own centre of mass, besides, the broom has its own not capacity but mind, if you will. Like on a horse, any change in mass of its rider will have it acclimatised for a while, even if it's short, it's still time. Which means, Quidditch players usually aren't deliberately shaping their bodies to a certain physique -- a detail often forgotten by the a-little-too-much aroused Quidditch public.

To Poppy it looks like Quidditch players are seemingly unaffected by the fulsome, if not downright filthy remarks. Poppy seeks this confidence about one's appearance, and Imelda seems a good teacher in how to let these comments slide. They can wear clothes with however much coverage they like but at the end of the day, nasty pieces of work with unsavoury made-up observations never shut up about how does one looks beneath it all -- nor they care for how much it starts to weigh on the mind with all these thoughts of "will she say anything after seeing that ugly mole?" or "how large that awful belly roll will grow, I need to change the diet" or "they're too big, no too small, no they're just atrociously looking pair" or -- you get the idea and it only get worse over time.

Their perception of each other creates a silly contrast of Imelda seeking something she thinks Poppy has while Poppy is all eyes for something Imelda simply must possess, and while they're at it, they don't realise they create these qualities to themselves by just admiring each other in a respectful -- and consensual -- manner.

I'll say, they thought a compliment or a validation like this absolutely couldn't sweep someone like her. THEY WERE VERY WRONG.

Sillies.

Emotionally:

They're both introverted, collected individuals but to each their own, passionate about things and respectful of each other needs in space and privacy. Imelda can be hot-heated, however, and Poppy can act surprisingly cold, it could lead to conflicts but would only last until they learnt why were they acting like that sometimes.

Imelda is open and feels free to tell what she thinks, but she may not necessarily mean anything, well, mean. That's how she was raised and although social interaction with poshhhh Slytherins had sanded her edges crudely, left places of her mind that splinter people on accident, she tries to work on it; which doesn't mean she will abandon being a little bit abrasive or brash.

She aims to be the person who says 'bitch' [affectionate] and if it'll irk people funnily, prompting their curiosity, she'll feel content.

Poppy, reserved and thoughtful, but also quite insightful, gradually helped her on her little quest on how to remain an outspoken girl. Because, well, one of the rare few quirks Poppy adopted from her parents was to be intimidatingly straightforward yet teasingly spleen with words.

Don't underestimate Poppy's sass, she has some wild lines in the game files, look, LONG LIVE THE QUEEN🤧🤧🤧:

There are so many things I'd rather do with my time.

Fight like you mean it or don't fight at all.

I shan't cower to you.

(laughs) Is this the first time you've held a wand?

May I suggest we not be here?

Oh goody. Undesirables.

That was brilliant! Do it again.

The music room is so disruptive with all those bells ringing again.

What are you doing here? Especially during the day.

Imelda has a thing for sassy people. She finds them similar to her and therefore she is sure they're able to tell when she's just herself and when she's actually mean anything other than what she wants to say.

Also, the House dynamics mention: idk who decided badgers are harmless, they quite literally eat snakes. Can not to mention that eagles can be as fierce and just chop off snake's head.

To conclude all this, their personalities are harmonious.

They are conversing, speaking, sharing things, all the time; problems and issues are never hidden and the fangs are never out; they've something -- or an illusion of it -- they crave to have, but it's not there, but instead of sighing and moving on, they grow into who they aspired to be or what they desired to have to themselves.

Their relationship is mutually beneficial I'll say; they're also very, mmmm, not clingy but affectionate people, cuddly, too.

Better together -- it's them.

P.S.

Brainrot: A song!

I've only the weirdest choices for the ship songs, but that one is also a choice for the narrative I sort of want each ship I have to adjust to.

It's a conversation. It's a deep yearning for connection and is only satiated after they start talking only to realise that feeling isn't going anywhere, that its magical fires aren't to be snuffed out; that it is the basis of the relationship, on so many levels, and something I might even call Fantasy for how rare I see of people doing just that -- talk.

To truly conclude the post, at why 'Echoes', David Gilmour's quote:

Echoes is a musical conversation between two people, Rick [Wright] and me. Sadly Rick is dead, and that's a conversation I can no longer have.

#днявочка #eng tag #hogwarts legacy #utlitd brainrot #imelda reyes #poppy sweeting #imelda reyes x poppy sweeting #imelda x poppy #poppy x imelda #днявочка: фандомное #днявочка: hlegacy #ask aways

[historysims4]

Hi everyone!

A couple of days ago I shared this

post

and an

anonymous kindly asked

me if I could share Reira on the blog.

After hours of painstaking research into 1880s themed dresses, I managed to create an entire wardrobe for our countess!

Unfortunately, checking the various links of the various cc stuff, I discovered with bitterness that many have closed their blogs and therefore some cc cas that I downloaded some time ago are not available. But I created a special

folder included with download

so you can have them too.  I own

all packs, kits, expansions and game packs

and have used few of them.

For the rest, I checked and inserted the

links

where you can download them (if you want her to be the same as the photos, but you can also not download them).

OUTFITS LINKS

1) hair (carmen hair) - dress - earrings (folder)

2) dress - hat + hair (folder)

3) hair - hat - dress - gloves 

4) hair - jewels - dress (folder)

5) hat (folder)

6) hair (folder) - nightgown

7) hair - jewels - dress

8) dress

9) hat - bathsuit

10) hair - earrings (no ears) - dress (folder)

11) hair - hat - dress (folder) - gloves

FACE+BODY DETAILS LINKS

*No EA lashes - *Ea shine remover - *Default eyes - *Default teeth - *Body preset - *Face overlay - *Nose overlay - *Mole - *Eyelashes - *Blush - *Eyeshadow + Lipstick - *Default skin - *Eyebrow - *Dimples.

About Reira ...

Reira Tsuchiya, born to a noble family in Mt.Komorebi; She has always lived in luxury and traveling a lot she discovered the western fashion that she was immediately conquered. On various occasions she also wears folk clothes.

She loves music, singing and playing the piano.

She had a very strict upbringing but she is happy about it because today she can be considered a correct person without any doubt!

She loves to chat with people, but she hates arguments or complaints…

Her life's aspiration is to find a prince/princess charming... Maybe a stranger?

Be free to change aesthetics, cc cas or other. Reira can also live in other eras or in the modern era!  Use her

 as npc or as household

. I hope to see this sims in your gameplay.

ps: you have to check “include custom content”. Enjoy!

DOWNLOAD - simsfileshare (always free)

 Thanks cc creators for all stuffs!

#ts4 simdump #ts4 download sim #ts4 historical sim #ts4 mt komorebi #ts4 cas sim #historical sims #my sims #sim download

[twsthc]

pomefiore headcanons and projections 🔱

⚠️ warnings: self destructive behavior, unsafe binding, restrictive eating disorders

big thank you to @onemunchyboi for helping me with this, basically all of these hcs are pulled directly from him/his art because hes the pomefiore CEO

last updated: apr 6, 2024

VIL SCHOENHEIT !! 👑❤‍🔥

🇩🇪🇺🇸🇮🇳 QUEER POLYAM + GENDERQUEER TRANSFEM (she/her)

APPEARANCE HCS:

i base a lot of vils looks off of marilyn monroe and 1920-1950 trends

slightly pudgy because back then being bigger was the beauty standard

has a few moles here and there teehee

medium length hair she doesn't style much, she just keeps it neat

RANDOM HCS:

when laughing genuinely she snorts and gets really embarrassed about it

random, but i hc vils mom is divorced and one of those "rich evil unwed women," but instead of flirting with the pool boy she flirts with maids (lesbian)

vil doesnt talk about her mom because she's no longer in contact with her

both parents are successful actors that got together for PR and convenience

╰ got mannerisms/habits from her mother, gets advice and doted on by her father

used to dye her hair a lot but realized it wasn't healthy and just touches up the purple tint occasionally now. she's a natural blonde.

he has naturally long nails and prefers clear or slightly translucent nail polish

extremely picky eater. if it looks or smells a certain way, she wont eat it

especially sensitive to mushy pudding-like textures (hates bananas)

VERY EXPRESSIVE. rolls her eyes so far back and scoffs SO aggressively

BPD, HPD, autism. her BPD and HPD are genetic!

her special interests include film and film history, as well as cosmetics history

triggering content below!

has anxiety and self-image issues as well as paranoid delusions. she had an ED her freshman-sophomore years and are still in recovery!

one delusion is that she's actually a villain due to her consistent casting as one

╰ this is why she gets aggressive with neige, fine with reality checks from rook EXCLUSIVELY (unless she really needs it)

ROOK HUNT !! 🏹💘

🇨🇦🇿🇦🇨🇮 PANSEXUAL POLYAM + AGENDER (they/them)

APPEARANCE HCS:

i think theyre extremely racially ambiguous, it's also hard to tell their gender

I DO NOT BELIEVE IN ROOK HUNT FUCKASS BOB. IT'S STYLED RIGHT.

bangs constantly cover their eyebrows so its hard to ever tell their expression

in the summer they get really dark and stay tan in the winter

theatre kid

after vil introduced them to dressing "neater," they've been obsessed with shopping for clothes, perfume, hair products, etc.

despite being a pomefiore rich kid they're still a grimy savanaclaw member at heart who crouches to look at cool bugs once and a while

used to have a LOT of acne, especially on their back and face

had braces their sophomore year, they used to have little buckteeth

because they're a hunter they're scarily good at being super quiet

atp no one notices when they enter a room and it scares the shit out of people

when they're upset they go quiet. absolute master of silent treatment.

can be really competitive (because they have so many siblings)

never lost the tan from their savanaclaw days, still has freckles here and there

absolutely insane preposterous eyebags

triggering content below!

they are bulimic.

EPEL FELMIER !! 🍎🎀

🇹🇷🇺🇸 BISEXUAL TRANS MAN (he/him)

APPEARANCE HCS:

fat + apple body shape and kinda muscular idc

the middle photo below is my faceclaim for him :3 his skin is darker tho

vil teases him for his southern accent which gets worse when hes upset

has/had extremely crooked teeth and has been wearing braces for a while

has a slight stutter and lisp (mostly from the braces)

constantly biting the side of his cheek or tongue on accident

wears those colorful star-shaped pimple patches

likes baggy clothes for when he can't bind, vil only accommodates to his southern grunge style when he's dysphoric, needs comfort, or is feeling homesick

used to chew with his mouth slightly open until vil looked at him with such disgust his body learned how to correct it himself

triggering content below!

extreme body dysmorphia and gender dysphoria

he actively avoids mirrors (i think im so clever for this hc. do you get it... snow white... mirror mirror on the wall...? im so fucking smart...)

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #pomefiore #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #projecting #trans hc #pomefiore the transgenderest dorm ever #twsthc

[transboykirito]

You’re emo. Help me. Is Strea emo or a e-girl?

first of all, "you're emo. help me." is the funniest way anyone has ever started an ask to me and i will think of it for a long time

second of all, she's... neither? i literally studied this and wrote actual papers on this lemme ramble and Education The Children TM

so going into this we need to remember strea was first made in around 2010, and then reworked until she made her official debut in 2013 in infinity moment

what people know as an e-girl now isn't what it originally meant. the term originated in the late 2000s (around 2007/2008-ish) as a derogatory term for girls who were looking for attention from men on the internet, especially by acting overly sexual and promiscuous, flirting with men, or doing anything percieved as being for men. these days it just means a vaguely alternative girl online (mostly tiktok) who likes anime and wears a specific style of makeup and clothing.

so immediately, no, strea isn't an e-girl by the new definition, and she doesn't really fall under the category for the old definition either - which is the way it was used when she was first created.

she's also not emo (though, emo is a subculture defined by music, so it's a little harder to pinpoint sao characters as being emo unless we have an idea of their music taste, like kazuto and elsa) - emo is categorised by music mainly, yes, but style-wise it was strongly associated with black outfits, skinny jeans, hoodies, vans, heavy eyeliner, black nail polish, etc. the stereotypical things. strea doesn't meet many if any of those requirements except for just wearing dark colours.

HOWEVER, emo spawned a similar (but still very distinctly different) style and subculture in the early to mid 2000s that ended up having the height of its popularity from 2008-2012 (right around when strea was being created and finalised) - scene.

scene was similar to emo, but a lot more colourful. the other noticeable difference is that scene also had its own language, in a way, and it was mainly marked by "internet speak" - you know rofl, rawr, basically anything ending in a z instead of an s To Be Cool? that was hugely popular with scene kids, as well as several of the emoticons that strea uses frequently.

strea's attitude and personality alligns way more with scene, and since a lot of scene kids were also heavily into gaming (think of them like the og e-girls, there's a lot of overlap) i think it makes sense that's what she was inspired by and based on.

also, as a footnote, i think strea also took a huge amount of inspiration from suicide girls (it's a whole thing don't look it up it's a mess) which was online modelling and... shit... that targeted alternative subcultures including emo and scene. it was a subculture in itself. strea also fits in there quite well, i've quietly wondered if that's the design reason behind her moles lol (it was very common for suicide girls to give themselves beauty marks to make them more unique??? there's a whole thing please be careful if you look it up it goes into sketchy shit very fast)

BUT if you would like some confirmed emo kids (based on music and style), kazuto and elsa both listen to emo music (elsa also listens to goth music), kirito's style is/was influenced by emo culture at the time, you (i) could make (have made, several times) a case for rika being inspired by emo and suicide girls style. i love this shit sm.

#anon #asks