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#Mimi Star
sanshiori · 11 months
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Three mimir
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eloquentmoon · 5 months
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being obsessed with your own OC is the most magical feeling
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mimi-noelle · 2 months
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Crosshair: will you please let me shoot someone
Omega: only in an emergency
Later…
Omega: we are now in an emergency
Crosshair: thank god
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aratribow · 3 months
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Jingnyan, aka the husband-replacement cat that renheng adopted
Sesame cake and rice dumpling are respectively called renyan and hengnyan btw and this shit has a whole ass au behind it (with a Mafia origin but that's not important)
I STAN jingnyan being the MOST affectionate nyan ever
Ps: this is renheng getting all the cuddles b4 the renheng-nyan invasion..which...doesn't bode very well for them
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another-goblin · 9 months
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Ah yes. Me. My ex and his big ass sword. And our other ex and his 600 pound 12 feet long lion
my hc is that IL sleeps in some fancy silk ceremonial embroidered nightgown. Blade wears warm pajamas. And JY is nakey because why not.
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tatsumiboobs69 · 5 months
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catburger
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xander-wolk · 8 months
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Cat dad Jing Yuan
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izvmimi · 8 days
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cw: pop star!au. fem!reader with diva & tsun tendencies. sfw but suggestive. possibly may have more parts.
When you finally show up to the studio, having woken up hours past your expected alarm such that you had to skip your yoga and your poolside brunch, your assistant is not happy to see you in the least, and the rest of your camera crew is at least a little bit miffed.
And quite frankly, you don’t give a flying fuck. 
You’re about forty-five minutes late, but the fact of the matter is that the main attraction is you, and only you, and as one of the top international pop stars of the decade, you have gotten a little too comfortable with letting your whims set the tone of things. The hustle and bustle of the set however starts up again the moment you walk in, as your head assistant claps her hands and lets the crew know to set up cameras, makeup and outfitting to get ready to put you in their chair and turn you magical. 
You walk right up to her and give her a cheeky grin. 
“Sorry, I overslept.”
Aya wishes she could throw you out of the nearest window but settles to say slap a script in a sheet of paper into your chest.
“This is the plan for the music video. Read this and don’t piss me off.”
You frown as you take it from her then scan through the crumpled piece quickly. Your newest music video is supposed to be a bit sexier than usual, with a pretty generic storyline - you play a damsel in distress saved by a dashing hero, the trope subverted by the fact that you’re a succubus, far from someone to be saved. You’re excited for it, having played a little bit too close to sweetheart territory for so long, and it’ll be your first time having an actual top Hero as your love interest, unlike your prior models who were more props than anything else.
But there’s one issue.
You crinkle your nose in distaste.
“You got Deku!?”
Aya raises her eyebrow adjusting thick rimmed glasses as she repositions her stance as though she’s preparing for a fight, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Is there a problem?”
You groan dramatically, then rush past her, pretending to be aggravated as you make your way towards the breakfast spread that has remained untouched until you arrived and stuff a dry croissant in your mouth.
“I asked for a hot Hero! Sexy! I ask you to do your goddamn job and you hire a man with green Teletubby energy!”
Somebody beside you scoffs, and as the two of you glance in the worker’s directions, he’s unable to stifle his laughter before he walks off, pushing a cart of cleaning supplies with him. You twist your mouth to the side, hands on hips, then turn your attention back to Aya.
“So you’re telling me Dynamight, Red Riot, and Shoto were unavailable?”
Aya’s lips press into a thin line. Despite being your assistant, she’s still one of your closest confidantes and she bites back just as hard as you can, and as usual, she does so now.
“I said, don’t piss me off, Tinkerbell. I’ll have you know I spent a lot of extra time making sure to-” she stops chewing you out suddenly, her eyes wide, and you blink, then turn. 
Deku is standing right behind you, and you’re 100% certain he heard your exchange. If he’s upset, he doesn’t show it, instead he’s smiling sheepishly, his hand scratching the back of his neck. 
“I think Kacchan was a bit busy and uh… Shoto probably wouldn’t have done this anyway, he’s not the type. As for Red Riot… that I’m not really sure...,” he trails off, pensive.
You blink at him rapidly as you crane your neck to look at him.
Pro Hero Deku is a lot taller than he looks on television. His face is still boyish and friendly, the harmless look not necessarily limited to television, but when you take a look at the rest of his countenance, broad shouldered and thick, it’s clear that there’s a reason why he’s topping the charts currently.
Even if his soft look doesn’t particularly scream sex appeal. 
“Sorry you’re stuck with me.” He bows politely, hands pressed against the sides of his jeans. “Let’s work hard together!”
When he rises, he’s looking at you with hopeful anticipation, and the way his eyes practically glow with earnestness actually upsets you.
You open your mouth then close it. The diva persona of yours isn’t without an ounce of empathy, but he’s already getting on your nerves. You look at Aya who gives you the glare she does when she wants you to behave, but you��ve already stomped your foot and stormed away.
Frustrated and unsure why.
“I’ll be at my trailer, call me when we get started.”
The problem is that he’s hot, and you hate to be wrong.
The type of hot that makes your head spin when you’re too close, that makes you forget the words you’re supposed to be singing to him, that makes the fans that blow through your wig and flowing clothing not enough to manage the heat that runs through your body.
“Get closer!” the videographer screams behind the camera and you swallow thickly as Izuku moves first, crossing the already minimal distance between the two of you to wrap his arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders. It’s supposed to be a romantic, protective pose, and he’s not looking at you but at the camera, but he’s so close, he smells good, his clothes are dramatically torn, ripped in the way you’d expect after a tense battle but artificially so. Your heart thumps as if he were protecting you for real, and you hope he can’t sense it, the disarray that’s running from your center to your fingertips as you try desperately to figure out where to put your hands. 
“___, can you please find a way to make this look more natural?” you’re being barked at by your greatest hater and favorite employee.
Aya, please shut the fuck up, you want to tell her, but Deku hasn’t let you go. 
“Next take.”
Deku finally releases you and you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. He’s smiling, the makeup dust and grime and blood barely marring his handsome features, in fact accentuating them.
They didn’t have to make him look this good. You’re going to have a talk with the visual designer, this is getting ridiculous.
“Sorry, was that okay?” He’s still smiling, bashful as if he’s the one who can’t stop looking at you, and imagining how his hands would feel pressed against your chest, when it’s very clearly the reverse. You wonder for a moment how easily he attracts the opposite sex with this sweet boy act, as if the plentiful scars on his broad chest, littered over his arms and likely below the pants hanging low on his waist, creeping past the Adonis belt aren’t evidence that perhaps he’s not so toothless after all.
You want to practically smack him, he frustrates you so damn much.
“Adequate,” you answer. The director tells you to take five and you step away quickly, practically falling off the fake set rubble on your way down.
You can’t even stumble the way you want to, because Hero Deku is fast and is holding onto your arm before you can make your way down.
“You okay?”
Unwittingly, you give him a distressed look, and he lets go quickly, and you storm off.
“I’ll be in my trailer!” you announce again, while the workers grumble that you’re supposed to literally only take five.
Aya is chuckling to herself this time, because she’s clocked you a mile away.
Tinkerbell has a crush.
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cloud-ya · 2 months
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mildly pleasant 14th of february
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himimitsu · 3 months
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angel
ੈ✩‧₊˚ kunikuzushi likes calling you angel
- kunikuzushi x fem!reader
- cw: smut, sub reader, tons of praise, 'angel' and 'good girl' as a nickname, soft and fluffy yes
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it's been that way for as long as you've known him.
you've always been his angel, sent from the heavens to grace his life. sometimes it was embarrassing, like when he went into your classroom during lunch and referred to you as 'angel' in front of your classmates. or perhaps when he spammed the nickname in your messages while you were showing a picture to your friend.
but there were also the times where he held you close and shushed your tears, telling you that it'll all be okay. he'll keep holding you, he'll keep taking care of you, his angel.
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"you're doing so good, angel... does that feel nice?"
there were also times like these. where you both trusted each other to be vulnerable and to keep each other safe. times where the bedroom would be filled with warmth, the soft sound of your combined pleasure, the quiet, whispered words of love.
"nghh- ah- kuni...!" you whimpered in his shoulder, arms wrapped around his body. he hugged you back, stroking your hair as he chuckled into your ear.
"yeah? feeling good, angel? keep making those pretty sounds, alright? good girl..."
he pushed in as far as he could go, grinding against you. rolling his hips slowly, letting out a groan at the feeling of your walls clenching tight around him. his self-control was running out with each minute he spent in you. he promised himself he would be gentle. his angel deserved to be made love to, after all.
for the past twenty minutes, that's what he was doing. ensuring your pleasure, and making you come once already. slow and gentle, kisses and his hands making sure to lovingly squeeze every soft part of your body.
though his mind almost went blank in lust when he accidentally thrusted a little too hard and a beautiful cry left your lips.
"ah- that's it..." he said with a shaky breath, his hands gripping tighter. "so beautiful... can I go a bit faster, angel?"
"mhm, please, kuni..." you whined. "need you, love you so much-"
his lips met yours, swallowing up your desperate whimpers as his hips moved faster, trying to stick to a rhythm. he left the kiss to rain kisses over your neck and chest, finding your breast to suck on it. he moaned softly, everything feeling just too good.
your love, your warmth, your soft body, kunikuzushi could barely hold himself back.
"i love you too, angel..." he groaned, feeling the flutter of your walls around him. each thrust found your sensitive spots, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. he seemed to recognize this as well, as he trailed his fingers down to massage your clit, sending a shock of pleasure up your body.
"you're so warm... ah- angel- don't tighten like that-" it almost sounded like a whine, unable to control his voice.
"ah! kuni-" you covered your mouth with one of your hands, muffling your pleasured sounds that grew louder by the minute. they were getting embarrassingly loud from his ministrations and you were so, so close- you didn't know if you could take much more.
"n- no, no, let me hear you." he said softly, moving your hand away and pinning it gently to the bed beside your head. "good girl... you sound like an angel, don't hide it from me, alright?"
you whimpered in response, unable to form words from his pace. you could only hold kunikuzushi in your mind, again and again. his love-filled gaze, his gentle kisses, the feeling of him filling you again and again, just the thoughts alone were making you crash into the edge.
"i- 'm gonna... hnn! kuni, kuni... 'm gonna-" You sobbed into his shoulder, feeling like you were floating. You needed to ground yourself, the pleasure was wound up so tight-
"g- good girl, angel- you can do it, be a good girl and cum, okay?" he said, putting more pressure on your clit. "i got you, come on..."
when you fell over the edge, kunikuzushi pressed his lips to yours immediately, muffling both your moan and his as he finished right after you. It felt so warm, so peaceful as you both panted against each other's lips, holding each other close.
messy, yet kunikuzushi wouldn't have had it otherwise.
"you were so good..." he murmured, parting from you to take a rag he prepared beforehand, cleaning you up. "my angel, all mine..."
"all yours..." you said softly, patting his hair as you watched his movements. once you were both cleaned up, he trapped you in a hug, not letting you move in the slightest.
"love you..." he murmured. "i'm so happy I met you..."
you both held each other for a long while, making a bit of small talk before falling asleep, closing another blessing of a day. for every day was a blessing when kunikuzushi had his angel, you.
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ponderousorb · 6 months
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mimi-noelle · 1 year
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Why is no one talking about how cute Omega is in this poncho!!!
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marbirds · 7 months
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my chest tightens, and a fool...is
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insertdisc5 · 1 month
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happy birthday women. as you know, in stars and time has two. or is it three? i think that's four. or it could be one
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eloquentmoon · 9 months
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━ Mimi Mirage: Coruscanti Dreamgirl
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because of my hiatus and life slipping by i never posted this art that i got commissioned from the wonderful @audpaints. my darling star wars twi'lek OC, miss mimi mirage (@mimimirage): intergalactic pop princess, coruscanti dreamgirl and the galaxy's sweetheart. isn't she so gorgeous! those details! thank you so much aud, you're amazing! i am collecting art of mimi by my favourite artists and im so pleased with the pieces being created. so over the moon, im having so much fun with this fandom again. 🩷
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black-salt-cage · 3 months
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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚
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