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yellow-maiden · 4 months

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SANRIO WALLPAPERS

#sweet piano #my melody #kuromi #wallpaper #lock screen #lockscreen #pink #sanrio #pastel #cute #kawaii

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rosylike · 11 months

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my home and lock screen 🎀

#girly aesthetic #iphone #lock screen #home screen #pastel pink #polka dots #ariana grande #yours truly #hello kitty #pink bows

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creationsbyast0ner · 1 year

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hey guys!! i hope u all are doing ok!! so i decided to try a different type of style on the icons. let me know what you guys think!! i might do another one just to see if other colors and such work. love u all <3

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fireandiceland · 2 years

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I love changing my phone’s home and lock screen after a long time it’s such a simple step but makes it feel like a new phone

#Lock Screen is now Norway #and Home Screen is Angel Arthur #they are both pastel pink and blue so it’s a harsh ifferencd #to the black red orange I had before #I’ll get used to it eventually but rn it just feels so new 🥰🥰🥰

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chimivx · 2 months

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champagne confetti.

pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader (ot7 minus two) (vegas addition)

summary: Jungkooks secret listening party is full of surprises.

word count: 7400

warnings: 18+, adults doing adults things and talking about adult things, no explicit sexual content, drinking, mentions of miscarriage/pregnancy talk, IF I MISSED ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!

a/n: I was supposed to post this in the beginning of January. Apologies for the delay, been goin thru some things. Love you all. xo. This feels like an ending... But, I dunno... It also feels incomplete...

~ october 11th, 2023 ~

It took three rings for her to answer the phone.

Leaning over the bathroom counter, iPhone propped up against the mirror, your lips were pressed together firmly, an unreadable expression as Sunny’s bright smile popped up on the screen and fell within milliseconds, her pink glossy lips frowning. Behind her, palm trees and sunshine, a backdrop she’s become accustomed to, one she belongs in front of.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, squinting. Voices chattered in the background, a prominent one belonging to none other than Khloe Kardashian herself.

Taking a deep breath, you asked, “You’re filming?”

“No, having dinner with the girls,” she spoke fast, her eyes locked on you. “What’s going on? You okay? Dae okay? I can fly back.”

A small smile broke onto your lips. Nerves jittered in your veins, your heart beating a little faster than it should be. “We’re okay, just finished breakfast. She’s running around my room right now, she’s obsessed with Kook’s dirty ass song. We’ve had to listen to it everyday. Everyday, Sun. I hate it.”

“The Jack Harlow one?” she asked, and your grimace answered for you, making her cackle.

“First Seven, now this,” you said, teeth clenched. “What happened to sweet baby Jungkook?”

Sunny’s laugh sounded through your phone once more, triggering the pitter patter of little footsteps to come barreling into the bathroom door. “Honey, you’re funny, you know who changed that man.”

Your smile grew, shaking your head because you knew damn well who changed that man. Glancing to your right down at the floor, a two year old in pastel yellow footed pajamas was watching you, holding onto the doorframe with her little hands. There were messy pigtails in her hair, black as night, the skinny rubber bands slipping out after a good night's sleep. Eyes wide, the ghost of a smile on her face, she knew who you were talking to.

“Hi,” you said to her, and she giggled, her cheeks squishing her eyes like her fathers would.

“Dae?!” Sunny called, lurching forward in her seat. She excused herself from the table and hurried into whoever’s house she was at, walking into a hallway grander than your own. Your daughter’s lips parted, curiosity written all over the face she stole from your husband.

“Who is it?” you asked, keeping your eyes on the toddler as she walked toward you, wrapping her arms around one of your legs.

“Where’s my girl?” Sunny’s tone was eager, all she could see was the top of your head. Crouching down to pick Dae up, you propped her on your hip and grinned as Sunny gasped. “Hello, beautiful!”

Dae smiled, looking down at the phone, then looked at you, putting a finger between her little teeth.

“Say hi to Sunny,” you nodded, brushing leftover crumbs from breakfast off of her pajamas. “Tell her you haven’t brushed your hair yet today.” Another dramatic gasp came out of the phone, catching Dae’s attention.

“Baby, you tell your mother I blame her for that.” Sunny clicked her tongue. “You can’t even reach your hairbrush, it is not your fault.” She squinted at the screen. “She had those rubber bands yesterday, Honey, get them out!”

Dae was laughing, Sunny’s silly tone making her giggle in your arms, subsequently making you giggle along with her. “Dae,” you said softly after a breath, your daughter pointing her gaze at you. “Tell Sunny we’ve been really busy.” Your Californiacated best friend froze, her sculpted eyebrows furrowing a bit.

“Busy,” Dae said, copying you, her listening ears on full alert. Her little voice soft, smooth, the words broken as she tried to pronounce everything correctly.

“I’ve been gone for two weeks,” Sunny deadpanned. “How busy can you be?”

A laugh escaped you, Dae smiling back at you.

“Hey,” Sunny whined, “I’m over here, girl party, I want in on the secret,” she glanced around the room she was in, “I’m alone, promise.”

Your girl threw her arms around your shoulders, burying her head into your chest. Taking a look at Sunny, you laughed again at how smushed she looked on the screen, like she was trying to push her way through. Tapping your daughters back a few times where you held her, she perked up, still wearing a smile.

“Do you want to show Sunny?” you sighed, the nerves spiraling out of control.

“Show Sunny,” Dae said, drumming her hands on your shoulder.

“Show me what?!” Sunny cried from the phone.

A sudden deep breath shot through you. Dae, studying your form, placed a hand on your cheek, getting you to look over at her. You’ve seen the sparkle in her eyes elsewhere, in someone you’ve been without for a few weeks now. Someone you both had to say goodbye to, a day you wished to never have to relive.

She was half his, Dae was. Half Yoongi. A part of him you could still hold onto during these long months he’d be gone. It was never certain when you’d get to see him again throughout his service, but you held onto to hope that it was sometime soon. Especially now.

“I love you,” you whispered to your baby.

Dae, without missing a beat, whispered, “I love you.”

~ november 4th 2023 ~

Music played throughout the room soft enough to still be able to hear the person next to you speaking, yet loud enough to keep conversations private. Dressed in all black, flowing pants and a long sleeved bodysuit, you walked throughout the room with your chin held high, eyes searching the place for a familiar face. You’d come with Sunny, but she was stolen away from you the second you stepped in the door.

The night was alive, this venue buzzing with excitement and happy vibes as people who were both close friends or acquaintances of Jungkook came together to celebrate his brand new album, Golden. After listening to him, and watching him work on this project for ages, it meant so much to be able to be a part of this night. He was the last one to put out any solo music, meaning this was a celebration for the end of an era, and you were not ready for the start of the next one.

The one where you’d have to do life without any one of the seven boys around.

Greeting a few familiar faces, and a few new ones who just started to pay attention to you this year because of what went down in February, you moved throughout the room with a sprinkle of attention on you. During Yoongi’s tour that you were very much involved with, your daughter included, your entrance into the media world exploded. After February and the announcement, of course word of his family spread like wildfire, but the tour brought it all to life.

Now that he was gone the people who spoke to you tonight gave you the sympathetic half smile and nod, asking you how you and Dae were holding up without him. To each and everyone of them, you’d grin and shrug, letting them know this was no different than him being on tour, or him going away for work. Time spent a part was the story of your life. Especially after the last three years with your daughter.

Though, you weren’t going to lie, this go around the time a part was rough. You aren’t able to call him whenever you please, nor was he able to jump on a plane, or get in a car and come home to you whenever he felt like he needed just twenty minutes of your time. He truly was absent, and it sucked. Your two year old didn’t understand it, though she was used to her father being away. That much she got, but when it came down to not being able to see him through a phone screen as often as she pleased, she became a pouty mess.

Within the last month Dae has definitely become more clingy than you’d have wanted, but you knew that was just because she was having some big feelings that she didn’t understand yet. Both you and Yoongi prayed that this wouldn’t have a large impact on her and her development as she got older, her father being gone for such a chunk of time in her early years of life. You made it a point to talk about him every single day, play his videos, play voicemails he left you in preparation for this, listen to his music, and show her pictures of them together.

It wasn’t a worry she’d forget about him, it was a worry that she’d forget how he loved her.

The two of you had just watched a video of him talking to her before you left the house to come to the party, the clip leaving you in tears. He was in his office sitting in the leather chair at his desk, his hair messy over his forehead and his eyes tired. The weeks before he left were brutal for you both. He spoke to her with intention, repeating on and on how much he loved her, and how much he missed her, that he was proud of her and that she would see him very soon.

He tried his hardest to not shed a tear, but it happened anyway, and in true Yoongi fashion he laughed it off. After speaking to Dae he turned his words to you, knowing you’d be watching with her. He didn’t do this every time, he left other things just for you, so it was a complete surprise. As expected, your husband declaring his love for you, in front of your daughter, left you in tears.

But, the story of your life, right?

Smoothing your hands over your middle, smiling at a group of girls walking past you who had bowed their heads, you approached the bar, finding exactly who you were looking for. The boy dressed in all white towered over you, the view of his back from behind unbelievable. He stood next to Namjoon who was just as tall as him, but not nearly as wide. The maknae passed him a while ago.

Pushing between both of them, just below their shoulders, a smile pulled at your lips as they stepped away from you, then gasped once they realized it was you.

“Honey!” Namjoon cheered, slinging an arm around your back to give you a hug. Throwing both of your arms around his broad shoulders, you pulled him close and squeezed him, standing on your tiptoes.

“Hi,” you said quietly, pecking a quick kiss to his cheek. “Missed you guys,” you sighed, turning to Jungkook who waited patiently for his hug. ��You’re all too busy now.” You barely had your arms around him before Jungkook was lifting you off the floor, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Kook!” you giggled. “Put me down, I’m fragile!”

“Fragile,” he laughed, following directions, making sure you were balanced in your black boots before he let go of you. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he smiled at you, one that was all too big.

“Me too,” you returned the smile and snatched his hand, giving it a squeeze.

“How’s the baby?” Namjoon asked, leaning against the bar with an elbow. Whirling around, you shot him a wide eyed look. “Dae?” His smile relieved almost every nerve that sparked in your heart.

“Dae,” you breathed. “She’s amazing.” The boys smiled, always happy to hear you speak of your daughter. “She’s… doing her best right now. We both are. She misses him.”

Namjoon pursed his lips and gave you the sympathetic nod so many other people have already given you. “Understandable,” he said. “It’s tough.”

“It is,” you shrugged. “But, we knew it was coming, so I’m… somewhat alright. It’s just hard to try to explain it to a two year old.”

A bartender sped by the back of the bar to refill glasses with Golden etched on them, placing down new ones for those who had just shown up, you included. Champagne bubbled in the glass that you were definitely heading home with. Jungkook grabbed two, holding one out for you to take.

“We’re not sad today,” he grinned. Glancing at the glass, you gulped and looked up at him.

“I’m not gonna drink, Kook,” you said quietly. Namjoon, already downing half his glass, perked a brow.

Jungkook nodded and turned toward the bar to place the glass down, but then froze, facing you without doing so. “Wait, hang on,” he said. “Where’s she at?” His eyes narrowed.

“Sunny?” you questioned. “Somewhere around here, I think-”

“No,” he cut you off, grilling you with his gaze. “Dae.”

A nervous laugh escaped you. “Kook, she’s not here.”

“Liar, where is she?” He did a once over of the room, his hardened gaze falling upon you again.

Rolling your eyes, you sighed, placing a hand on your hip. “She’s at home, probably begging Branson to play that god awful song you made about ejaculating on someone's face.” Behind you Namjoon lost his mind, nearly spitting out his drink. You shot him a look over your shoulder. “You’re not off the hook Mr. Smoke Sprite.”

Jungkook would have laughed if his jaw hadn’t fallen open in shock, a big ol’ smile behind it all. “She doesn’t like that song.” His whisper was laced with disappointment, eyebrows twisting into a knot in the center of his forehead.

Thinning out your lips, you nodded. “Loves it, Jungkook. She loves it.”

“Oh no,” he groaned, rolling his head back, taking a gulp of champagne. “Don’t let her listen to it, not my girl.”

“Now, whenever you feel like making a song like that ever again, you think about her,” you started to smile, knowing your words would make an impact. “You want someone to treat her like that when she’s all grown up?”

He scrunched his nose and pouted at you. “No,” he mumbled.

“Exactly,” you nodded once and took the champagne glass from him, taking a sip before stopping dead in your tracks. Processing your situation, Namjoon and Jungkook sandwiching you at the crowded bar, there really was no way for you to be sneaky about this. With the glass in your hand, you sideyed them both, a mouthful of champagne marinating on your tongue. Closing your eyes, you took a breath and accepted your fate, a stream of champagne falling from your lips back into the glass in your hands.

“I knew it,” Namjoon muttered. You could hear the smugness written all over his face. You gave him the quickest look without giving anything away, and turned to Jungkook whose face was screwed up, completely confused.

“Just drink it, Hon,” he laughed. “Dae’s home, you’re here to be you, you don’t have to worry about…” Voice trailing off, he paused and eyed you curiously. Then it all seemed to click at once. “Are you lying?” Testing the waters, he held in his jitters, but you could see it all building up beneath the surface. “You’re ly- Shit, no you wouldn’t do that… You’re… Honey, you swear?”

Taking a long deep breath, you placed your glass on the bar and shrugged your shoulders. He exhaled heavily, a single laugh coming out with it. He held his arms out at his sides, putting his own glass down, trying to gauge how you were feeling by your body language. Namjoons eyes flickered between the two of you, allowing you your moment before he stepped in.

“It’s, like… brand new. Really brand new,” you said, raising your eyebrows. “Sunny knows, but that’s it. I’m not trying to… get anyones hopes up.” Speaking carefully, like you were warning them, Namjoon was the only one to nod in respect for what you had said. Jungkook understood of course, but his heart always got the best of him first. “I found out three weeks ago, I’m barely two months in.”

“Holy shit,” Jungkook whispered, pulling you into his arms. He shared a look with Namjoon, one you thankfully couldn’t see, a slightly worried one. Laying your head on his chest, the chains he wore cold against your cheek, you closed your eyes and let his hands on your back soothe some of the anxiety you’d been feeling since you saw the two little lines in your bathroom back in October. “I’m so happy for you, Honey.”

“Thanks, Kookie,” you said, painting a smile on your lips. “I haven’t been able to say the words yet,” you admitted, pulling back from him. Hugging Namjoon who congratulated you quietly, you couldn’t help but laugh. “Thirty years old and I can’t say the words.”

“That’s okay,” Namjoon said, embodying the word empathy.

Letting his calm, peaceful aura bleed into yours, you bobbed your head. “It is okay,” you repeated, not allowing you to gaslight yourself. Averting your gaze to the bar you shrugged your shoulders once more. “I just hope I have the courage to say them to him.” The boys were quiet, focused on you, listening intently. “It’s a shitty time for this to happen, I think, but not in the sense that… Well, you know what I mean?”

“Course,” Jungkook said, brows pointed.

“It’s just with Dae already having a hard time, Yoongi having a hard time, me, myself having a hard time,” you paused to collect your thoughts, squinting down at the wood. “What we just went through not even a year ago? I am just freaked the absolute fuck out that I’m going to go through it alone this time.”

“You can’t do that to yourself,” Namjoon spoke with ease. “Don’t add any more stress onto this. Timing may not be ideal, but it never was for you guys. If anything… this is right on point.”

“Shit, Joon.” The words tumbled from your lips in an exasperated burst. Throwing your arms back around him, you held him tight. All it took were two simple sentences to almost flip your mentality completely. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“I was totally thinking the same thing, by the way,” Jungkook said, making you smile. Turning toward him, he had his arms open waiting for you to jump back into them. Falling right into the trap, you pulled him close and kissed him on the cheek.

“I love you guys,” you said, grabbing both of them by the arm, giving them a small shake. “Keep it a secret, yeah? No telling boyfriends.” You narrowed your eyes and pointed at them playfully.

Namjoon lowered his head with a chuckle and raised his glass in promise. Jungkook rolled his eyes and took a large gulp from his glass. “What boyfriend?”

“Oh, come on,” you sang, tilting your head to the side. Jungkook settled his gaze on the party, eyes scanning the room with, you now notice, anticipation. “Kookie, don't do that to yourself.”

After another swig of his drink he twisted around to face the bar and smirked. “Promise I’m not a masochist… Even though he’s already got a song.”

“Hon-naaay!” Jimin’s high pitched, full of energy, singsongy voice flooded the air. Jungkook shot you a look over his shoulder as you pouted your lips at the same time.

Shooting your best smile at a now blonde Jimin you opened your arms, ready for him to fall into them dramatically as he would, but he stopped short. His own smile faded on his lips, to something soft while he looked you over, and it was like you could see the gears turning in his head. He held a glass of champagne in a Golden glass in one hand and the other found sanctuary on his hip.

“Hi, pretty,” you said in a voice you would use while talking to Dae. Jimin didn’t crack, he was honed in on you. Dropping your arms, letting them fold over your chest, you tilted your head to the side in question, though you weren’t sure you wanted, or were ready, for him to respond.

In touch with his femininity a thousand times more than the others, the way his eyes scanned over you flipped your stomach. Jimin, like a woman, moved through his day to day like he was in touch with the moon, being guided through life by the space being without even knowing so. He made it through his days subconsciously following the twenty-eight day cycle a woman's subconsciousness was wired to.

He figured you out with one look.

Taking you in his arms tight, his head laying on top of yours, he sucked in a breath and released it with his words. “Hi, pretty.” Leaning back a bit, your lips parted to say something, but Jimin took a finger to your jaw to shut it. Then, he tapped your closed lips once and shook his head gently. He didn’t need the words.

“Taehyung not attached to you?” Namjoon asked, sipping his glass with composure, his curious eyes flickering over to Jungkook a couple times.

Jimin pulled away from you and shrugged. “He was, he probably found something better.”

You weren’t positive, but you’re certain Jungkook mumbled, “Impossible,” under his breath.

“Sunny came with me,” you spoke up quickly to muffle anything else that would come out of the boy's mouth whether or not he had intentions of anyone hearing him. “He might be with her.”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed. “Mmm,” he hummed, shaking his head. “Don’t think so, she was hanging around Mingyu last time I passed her.” The name spewed confidently from his mouth, a subtle look of shock something you all shared, even Jungkook.

“Tell her she won’t have any luck,” Jungkook grumbled, having not turned away from the bar once. He hasn’t looked at Jimin since he arrived over here.

Swatting your hand at his shoulder with disappointment, Jimin gave him a somber look, the empath in him you knew was hurting too. Namjoon watched the scene ensue peacefully, waiting patiently for his moment to step in, if needed. They haven’t been a proper group for months, but that didn’t mean those dynamics were erased.

“Sunny is dating somebody, Kookie,” you said. “You know that. She wouldn’t ever hurt him.”

“Jin,” Jungkook said, finally turning around. “We can say his name. Jin. They may hate talking about it, but we can. Besides, he’s been away for so long now, bet she misses him. Not surprised she’d go for the biggest guy in the room.”

“Jungkook,” Namjoon chimed in, his glare one you never wanted to be on the receiving end of. The rest of the youngests second glass, that you’ve been around for, went down easy.

“I’m just saying,” he laughed to himself.

Both you and Jimin watched him in shock. Words like that, implying what he was implying, have never come out of Jungkook, nor has he ever thought them up before. The implication that Sunny would be untrue to Jin, that one’s partner being away for an extended period of time meant that everyone acquired, or wanted to act upon these thoughts.

“What does that say about me?” you asked, looking up at him, remembering the days of when he was a mere few inches taller than you.

“What are you talking about?” he shrugged sloppily. You could feel Jimin’s gaze watching you.

“I’ve spent more time away from Yoongi our entire relationship than Sunny has from Jin in the last year or so,” you said. “And I’m about to do it for another two-ish years.” Jungkook was silent. “In fact, until Jin comes back next summer, I’ll be without all of you. So, pick someone for me, Jungkook.” The boy didn’t move. “If we’re comparing sizes, who’ve you got?” A quick glance at Jimin. “Taemin?” A quick glance at Jungkook. “Jay?”

“From Enhypen?” Namjoon chimed in again. Cringing, you looked at him for a second.

“He’s a baby, nevermind,” you muttered.

“He’s also like, six feet tall,” Namjoon chuckled.

“Oh, I know,” you tapped Jungkook’s white jacket, “Your Seventeen boy can hook me up, it’s Jeonghan right? Always has longer hair? Think he’ll be into me?” Jimin held in a laugh, turning to keep it hidden. Jungkook sighed. “I’m married, I got one kid and another on the way, let’s see how well he plays daddy, huh?”

“Okay, I get it,” Jungkook breathed.

“Jeonghan’s got that broodiness about him, right Joon?” Glancing over your shoulder, the eldest in the vicinity nodded without entertaining you with a smile. “He’ll fulfill the stereotype, it’s perfect! Dae might not even notice it’s-“

“Okay!” Jungkook turned up the volume, a couple party goers looking his way as they passed by. “I’m sorry! Jesus Christ, Honey.”

Pressing your lips together you smoothed a hand over his shoulder and gave it a squeeze, leaning in toward him. “I get you’re hurting,” you said just for him to hear. “But you keep bleeding onto everybody else, and that’s not fair. I love you, but saying stuff like that will only hurt others. Imagine if Jin heard that. He’s been in love almost as long as you, Kookie.”

The way he looked at you put a knife through your heart. “How do I fix it?”

“A lot has changed in the last year and a half. Really fast, too.” Wrapping your arm around his, you held him close. “We’re all adjusting in our own way, it’s a really weird place to be in. I mean… I have to go home with Jeonghan now.” He cracked a laugh, thankfully.

“You guys would pair up nicely.”

“Kookie, hush,” you laughed, shaking his arm. “You’re both about to go through a bigger change, together. Even if you can’t be… together, at least you can be together.” You squinted, hoping any of that made sense to the twenty-six year old.

He started to nod, easing some of the tension settling within your chest. “I get it.” He looked at Jimin briefly, who had taken a spot beside Namjoon, the two whispering about who knows what, and you wonder if it’s related to what you’re talking about now. “I’ll be with him most of the time too, until we get to Hobi, so…”

Your eyes widened as his did. “Hobi,” you both groaned together, falling into giggles shortly after.

“You’re really gonna need each other if you have to deal with him,” you said. “He’s a drill sergeant in rehearsals, good luck with him in the military!” Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head with a laugh. “I only wish you guys would get to see more of Yoongi,” you said after a breath.

Jungkook met your eyes, then his gaze traveled to the party behind you, a small smile pricking on his lips. “We’ll still get to see him, Honey.”

Toying with a zipper on his jacket you shrugged and took a deep breath. “I know, but I mean… I wish he got to be with you guys the whole time. He was worried about…” Looking up at him you paused, pressed your lips together with a smile, then shook your head. “Nevermind.”

Jungkook didn’t push on the matter, instead he bobbed his head in understanding and then ushered you to turn around in his arms. “Surprise.”

If your heart had the possibility to burst into flames, it would’ve. Swelling within your chest, your heart rate skyrocketing beyond belief, you didn’t even have the means to gasp in utter shock. Frozen where you stood, Jungkook's hands slipping off your shoulders, the three falling into quiet giggles, you couldn’t process any of it.

Dressed in all black, down to the thick knitted beanie on top of his head and the sneakers on his feet, Yoongi, with Taehyung's arm linked in his, had the tiniest smile on his lips as he came toward you.

“I come bearing gifts!” Taehyung cheered, giving Yoongi a small push closer to you.

Words escaped you, your mind unable to string any letters together to say something to him. Instead, you tipped your head backward and burst into tears.

A laugh slipped past his lips. He knew that was coming. Following your lead, he waited for you, and when you opened your arms he fell right in, scooping you off the floor, burying his face in your neck.

“Hey! Careful, she’s frag-…” Jungkook’s voice tapered off quickly, his focus landing elsewhere, his lips pursed nonchalantly.

His words barely registered with either of you. There was very little anyone could say or do in this moment that would take away from the man you held in your arms.

Back on your feet you wasted little time, wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close into a kiss, one long and entirely overdue.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you whispered, pressing your forehead to his.

Yoongi’s gaze ate away at your face, his eyes studying you completely. “I wanted a drink,” he shrugged, and you smacked his chest with your hands, a smile corrupting you. He smirked. “Came to see my girl,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Don’t tell Jungkook.”

“He knows,” the youngest said from behind you. Yoongi laughed, and your heart was squeezed between your lungs, the beautiful sound warming your skin.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, you couldn’t believe that he was standing here in front of you, holding you, kissing you, smiling at you. It’d been a month and twelve days since you last saw him, since he held your daughter, and that thought fueled the tears that fell.

A month and twelve days has happened before, unfortunately a couple more days longer than this, but it made that reunion all the more sweeter. Of course that was before Dae, before marriage, so it didn’t cut as deep, but it was still hard. Holding onto him now, knowing your daughter was snug at home in the house you built together, unsure if whether or not he was able to come see her, you felt the need to squeeze him tighter, like your grip around him would keep him stuck here forever, and they’d never be able to take him again.

Wiping the tears off of your cheeks with his thumbs, he kissed the tip of your nose and tried to twist you in his arms so you could both face your friends, but you wouldn’t budge. Laying your head on his chest as he tried to move, you heard him huff a laugh toward you trying to occupy the same space as him.

Your subconscious was screaming at you. The inner workings of your natural biology, your primal instincts if you will, were firing off like crazy, keeping you latched onto him. You needed him. And not in the way one would assume.

You needed his attention. You needed his care. You needed his protection, his energy, his love, his support.

Most reunions looked something like this, you and Yoongi unable to take your hands off one another, but this one was different. You were clingy, nearly shutting off your brain entirely because he was in the room and you didn’t need to do any of the thinking. The party became a distant noise to you, something you weren’t even worried about anymore, same for your friends behind you.

You felt Yoongi looking down at you, and when you tipped your chin up to meet his knowing gaze, the way you bat your eyelashes had him whisking you away to someplace quiet, a different room vacant of all people. He found a couch in the dimly lit room, a sitting area formed in front of a smaller, empty bar. Sitting you beside him, he smiled as you tried to crawl into his lap.

“Hi,” he whispered in the quiet, brushing his fingers over your cheek. Your arms found their way around his neck again.

Your gaze danced about his face, taking in every inch, every little imperfection, memorizing more so than you already have. “Hi,” you whispered back. The two of you watched one another for a minute, the music from the main party room thumping against the walls, laughter and happy chatter ringing just below it. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he said without missing a beat. “Dae’s not here, right?”

Gulping, you nodded. “She’s at home,” you mumbled. “Can you come see her?”

Yoongi flattened his lips. “I dunno.”

Your grip around him tightened. “S’okay,” you tried to smile. “She asks for you everyday.” Tears welled in his eyes, ones he blinked away. “When we’re not listening to 3D she asks for your songs.”

“3D,” Yoongi groaned, rolling his head back against your arms. “Still?”

“Still,” you deadpanned, and once he caught a look at you, you both broke into a laugh. “I gave him a talk, don’t worry.”

Yoongi sighed, shaking his head. “Nothing gets through his head now, Park scrambled it all up.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “They’ll be okay, though. I hope.”

Yoongi’s nod was solemn before he drug a finger beneath your jaw. “How ‘bout you? You okay?” The bad electricity sparkled in your veins, enough of a twinge to make you shift on his lap.

“I’m okay,” you said without an ounce of confidence. His smile was slick, his fingers dragging down the side of your neck now.

“Why you gonna lie?”

“I’m not,” your half shrug didn’t convince him.

Narrowing his eyes, his gaze somehow softened at the same time. “Honey,” he crooned, his voice like velvet. “Talk to me.”

“I’m…” You were hesitant, cutting yourself short right when the words were about to tumble out of you full force. He waited patiently. Swallowing the lump that lodged in your throat, hoping to ease the nausea that started to fester within you, you nodded, small, and whispered, “I’m pregnant.”

His expression didn’t change, didn’t falter, didn’t exhibit any signs of any other emotion other than patience. He only managed to whisper, “Yes you are.”

Your brows plummeted. “Who opened their mouth?”

Yoongi massaged the back of your neck with his fingers, sighing. “No one, Honey, it’s just…” he glanced between you, gesturing to how close you were to him. “You only get like this when you’re carrying one of my kids.”

Blinking, you purse your lips. “Do not.”

He laughed, bobbing his head. “Do to, it’s happened twice before.”

The words turned your skin to ice, Yoongi taking note of the utter fear that washed over you. Sliding his hand over the back of your head, he laid you on his shoulder, pressing his cheek to your forehead, taking a long deep breath. For a few minutes you both relished in the quiet, admiring the party from afar, the touch of one another enough to clearly communicate what you were both feeling.

Nobody knew what had happened in detail aside from Sunny and the boys. Branson knew bits and pieces, he was around for that week, helping to take care of Dae and the house if nobody else was able to. Not one of them talked about it. Even if you were to bring it up somehow, they didn’t linger on the topic long. It was for you and Yoongi to discuss, to share, to have. He was your son, you were the only two to ever know him.

“You don’t wanna know what I’ve thought about already,” you said. Yoongi gave your head a gentle scratch.

“Probably the same things I’m thinking right now,” he whispered. Looking up at him, his face still radiated patience, a calmness that radiated to you, though you could see the worries spinning inside his head. Curious about it all, you know you might not need to hear it. The one thought that gutted you both… He wouldn’t be here this time. “Mother fucker,” he mumbled, shifting his focus to you.

“Let me hear it,” you said.

“No, it’s just…” He collected his thoughts for a second, a laugh escaping him. “How is it this possible that we’ve got such… exquisite timing?!” He started to make you laugh. “You’d think by thirty we’d have it figured out, right? What’s wrong with us, babe!” Giggles galore. “At twenty-seven, the proposal planned, did it happen? Nope! Global pandemic and major surgery. Twenty-eight, my third album almost done, your projects lined up waiting for you, did they happen? Nope! We had a baby instead. Twenty-nine… You somehow say yes to marrying me. I think, finally, we’ll plan the wedding of your dreams. Did it happen?”

“Yes,” you chimed in, watching him in awe. He shot you a small smile with a wink.

“Thanks for that,” he breathed. “But, then the hiatus came, and the lawyers for the restraining order, and Dae turned one, and you were pregnant again, and I knew the announcement was coming after the Busan show, and…”

“And then we got married,” you said, sitting up to hold his face between your hands, delicately dancing your thumbs over his cheeks. “Saturday, November fifth. The most perfect day that happened a year ago, tomorrow.” He smiled, his cheeks squishing in your grip. “The trees were yellow, and orange, and bright and beautiful. The breeze held off until we finally kissed, making sure our guests were warmed by the sun before Autumn made an appearance.”

“Dae pulled the bow out of her hair during our vows,” he said, and you both laughed.

“She is her mothers daughter,” you raised your eyebrows with pride. “I warned Sunny, I really did.” His smile settled, eyes gleaming with a sappiness that tugged at your tears. “It was the most wonderful day, D. Everyone was there, even your little boy.” A sudden breath shot through you. “Then, yanno, Jin left, and we had a month or so to pull ourselves together before I was thrown to the wolves.”

“It wasn’t enough time,” he muttered, and you nodded.

“I agree,” you whispered. “But, we made it. And after Hobi left we went on tour, and fuck, D, talk about the most amazing three months.”

“That really was the best,” he grinned. “Having you both there with me, jeez.” A happy roll of his eyes made you smile back at him.

“Dae had more fun than either of us,” you scoffed.

“She sure did,” Yoongi said. “Remember the show Hope and Jin came to?”

“Of course I do,” you said. “That was the last one.”

“Yeah,” he breathed, a longing look spreading to his eyes. Questioning him with a small sound, he smirked. “It’s just… that show, that night… I thought, this is it. Thirty years of my life and I’ve got everything I’ve always dreamed of, everything I’ve always wanted, everything I could possibly need. You, Dae, the boys, Army… You.”

The tears were falling now, you could feel them.

“After everything we’ve been through, all that life has thrown at us- no, catapulted at us,” you both shared a laugh, “Onstage, I couldn’t help but realize, and recognize… Holy shit, we made it.” He wiped your tears, kissing your cheek. “And, I don’t give a fuck, Honey, we’ll make it again. And again. And again, goddammit. Unbelievably bad, shitty, fucked up timing is who we are. Since the start. July sixteenth, twenty fifteen.”

“A New York curb,” you whispered.

Yoongi beamed. “A dangerous New York curb,” he snickered. “Making people fall in love and shit?” A laugh came out of you within a breath, only Yoongi able to make you laugh and cry at the same time.

“Namjoon said something earlier,” you sniffled, taking his hands within your own. “Like what you just said, how the timing isn’t ideal, but that’s who we are. That this is right on point.”

Yoongi let your words sink in, let his leader's words sink in, comforting him the same way they did you. “He’s right. He’s always right.”

“Unfortunately,” you joked and he cackled. “The only thing that’s keeping me from going totally insane is knowing that by June Jin will be here. Regardless of what schedules he’ll be involved with, if any, he’ll be here. Accessible.”

“That makes me feel better, too,” he sighed, then licked his lips. “How… How far are you? Do you know? When did you find out?” The questions tumbled out of him at lightning speed, each answer you had for him getting lost between each one.

After a giggle, you said, “October eleventh, I found out. Dae was dancing around our room, she left me to do it all alone, the stinker. 3D is more important to her, I guess.” Yoongi scoffed. “I wasn’t feeling so good, thought it was just leftover nerves after you leaving, thought I was late for the same reasons, but when I checked I was really late, so I took the test just to be safe. There were no hopes up or anything, no nerves because I really didn’t think it’d be positive…”

Yoongi listened with intent. “Didn’t think it would be, or didn’t want it to be?” He asked you genuinely, no discomfort wrapped around the question at all.

“I kept thinking… if this is positive, then what the actual hell am I going to do?” He nodded, his hands holding you carefully. “We didn’t say what we’d do, because we didn’t think this would happen. D, we need to start putting together plans ‘cause at this point I’m starting to think you could sneeze on me and I’d get pregnant, and if timing isn’t our thing then we need to be prepared for it all.”

Swiping his thumb over your lips he smirked. “Where’s the fun in that?” Giving you the smallest kiss, he said, “We could plan out every last little detail, babe, and I can ensure you, somehow, someway, the universe would laugh in our faces. Loud.”

He was right. Even on the day of your wedding, the most planned out day of your life, things went askew. The birth of your daughter didn’t go to plan, that entire fiasco turned into a legitimate emergency. You could have every detail splayed out, even the fine writing between the lines, and life would find a way to toss the cue cards in the air, laughing as it did.

“This is a blessing,” Yoongi said, his voice shifting to something soft. “And, entirely on time for us, as fucked as that may sound.”

“It does make sense, doesn’t it,” you agreed. Sitting here with him, reviewing your lives, this brand new little one seemed to fit right into the insanity. The tiniest spark of hope ignited inside of you, one that you were nervous to share with your husband, but you were certain that he could feel it too.

You both wanted a second child, you wanted Dae to have a sibling, a sister or a brother. The two of you realized during your first pregnancy and throughout Dae’s first year of life that you wanted multiple, more than two. However, after the last year you were content with just one more. If there were anymore to follow, so be it, but this second one was a must.

Deep within both of you you knew that this child would be your third, and that would be something you held close to your heart for the rest of your lives, letting Dae and your future children know that they once had a brother who loved them too much that he had to find solace within the clouds, so he could watch over and protect his family.

Yoongi nodded, slowly, knowing exactly what was going through your mind. As a tear slipped down his cheek he threw his arms around you and rocked side to side, pressing a hundred kisses to your shoulder. His lips traveled up your neck, making you giggle, until they found your lips, kissing you slowly, drinking this moment up, the both of you wishing you could drown in it.

“An August baby,” Yoongi whispered, pulling from you with a breath. You smiled.

“An August baby,” you repeated. “The end of summer’s gonna get real busy for us.” Yoongi’s smile grew, it grew so big he had to laugh.

“Oh my god,” he exhaled, his words barely audible. He kissed you, and then he kissed you again. “I love you so much.”

Letting your hand fall down to his left shoulder, you gave him the gentlest squeeze, and smiled. “I love you too, D.”

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thebellearchives · 11 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘

~ inumaki toge ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : you’re daydreaming about watching your favourite film with toge when he surprises you, maybe it’s time to live romance instead of watching it in movies?

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, fluff, he uses his cursed speech for a tiny bit!

‧₊˚ a / n : as always: onigiri ingredients are in japanese!

part 2

Video rental stores weren’t really a thing anymore, but when your friends suggested a movie night you came up with the idea of going to rent some movies together. There was a very specific store you had in mind, which you had visited several times as a child. It was owned by a very sweet elderly woman who had held onto it despite the low business. The visit of a group of friends might lift her spirits, you thought when the chime of a bell announced your entrance.

Yuuji had made sure everyone knew he was picking some street racing movies, but as soon as Nobara had mentioned The Hunger Games the pink haired boy changed his mind in a second, so they both sprinted off to the action alley. You didn’t really pay attention to where Maki, Fushiguro and Toge had gone, because you quietly wandered to the romance alley hoping no one would notice. There was a romantic movie you really liked and it had been a while since you last watched it. The possibility of everyone else agreeing to watch it was definitely 0%, but still your fingers picked it up as soon as your eyes found it. Maybe some day you could come back for it, you’d somehow get Toge to watch it with you. Maybe if he lost a bet? You could sit together in your dark living room with only the screen illuminating your faces, perhaps you’d even gather the courage to search for his hand. Just the thought of cuddling with the white haired sorcerer tinted your cheeks with a tingling shade of pink.

“Tuna?” Toge’s elbow in your ribs almost made you jump, immediately hiding the movie against your chest.

“Toge! Don’t scare me like that!”

He giggled and pulled his scarf down, his brows raising curiously towards the hidden case in your hands.

“It’s nothing, really” your arms relaxed as you tried to put the movie back in its place, but then remained stiff when you realized that he’d totally find out what movie it was if you did that.

So your eyes went back to him expectantly, staring until he decided to leave. But he smiled wider, he had read your thoughts in your eyes as easily as he would in a book.

“So? You’re just gonna stand there?” he nodded with a small giggle “don’t you want to let everyone know your opinion on their choices? you should hurry or they’ll chose without asking”

He shook his head.

“Tuna mayo?” he pointed to the plastic case you were holding tightly.

“Stop asking, it’s nothing, i’m telling you” you pouted “i’m just gonna pick something else”

He pressed his lips together into a fine line, and then pointed to something above you. You raised your head upwards and your face went red in an instant. Legible bold letters spelled “Romance Section” in an annoying pastel pink tone.

“Yeah, I know” you cleared your throat “that’s why i’m picking something else, i’m in the wrong alley”

An incredulous frown appeared in his face, along with a mocking smile and some over exaggerated nods. With his hand he gestured you to put back the movie, sneering.

You bit your lip and frowned too, not moving an inch.

“You’re so annoying”

Laughing, Toge moved closer and tried to take the case away from you, but you turned around quickly.

“Don’t!” his hands tickled you, your laugh escaping from your now smiling lips “Toge!”

Turning around again, you tried to push him away hitting his chest, but his arms were then locked firmly behind your back. You hitched a breath when his lavender eyes hovered over yours in suspicion, his breathing now grazing your skin as lightly as a feather. Goosebumps ran through your body like electricity, and a sweet nervous feeling bloomed in your chest, complementing your beating heart and making sure your cheeks flushed once more. You couldn’t help it, your eyes drifted away from his and followed his curse marks to settle on his lips, shiny, rosy, inviting…

Immediately your lashes fluttered back up to his eyes, hoping you hadn’t lingered too much on his mouth for him to notice, but his eyes were fast to widen in surprise.

“W-we should find the others”

Turning on your heels, you made a quick escape in the opposite direction. Not like you managed to take more than one step though, because his panicked voice forced you to remain in place.

“Wait!” a wave of cursed energy stunned you momentarily, his hand grabbed you from your shoulder and turned you around.

Once again he was too close to you, and this time you weren’t sure if you were immobilized by his words or something else. He blinked, hesitantly glancing towards your lips, you noticed the way the muscles in his neck twitched when he swallowed nervously. Your breathing was now faster than before, your lips parted in expectation of his next move. Toge inhaled some courage, and then leaned in to kiss you. The moment his lips laid on yours you blissfully closed your eyes and kissed him back, reveling in his warmth and softness, your body relaxing to the point where it felt like it was melting. The velvet touch of his fingertips in your jaw leading you tenderly towards more of that intoxicating elation you were sure was only held in between his lips.

“Those are seriously too many movies, there’s no way we’ll watch them all tonight”

“That just means we’ll have to do more movie nights!”

Both you and Toge quickly jumped away from each other.

“What? How many movies did you guys even pick?!” you tried to hide the panic in your voice, speaking loudly and dragging Toge by his wrist behind you.

“Just a couple!” Yuuji smiled at you as soon as you caught up with him.

“Did any of you pick any?” Fushiguro's eyes carefully studied you and Toge, you licked your lower lip nervously.

“Okaka”

“Not really, we didn’t find anything interesting”

They didn’t comment anything else and instead proceeded to check out their movies, giving you time to take a deep breath and calm yourself down.

“Are you sure you didn’t find anything that caught your eye sweetheart?” the elderly woman behind the counter brought you back to reality, while your friends started to walk away.

“Oh, hi” you smiled to the familiar pair of eyes that stared at you fondly “not tod-”

Wait, where did you put that movie? Did you put it back? Did it fall? Your hands searched all around you, wondering if you had placed it in any of your pockets, until the sound of the plastic case hitting the counter made you look up.

“Oh, you picked it for her? That’s her favourite, you know? She used to come look for it a lot when she was younger”

You stared at Toge in surprise, he had pulled up his scarf again, but thanks to the crinkles around his eyes you were able to notice he was smiling. His eyes went back to you and he smiled even more, a mischievous wink making you smile back.

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badasgirlfriend · 7 months

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Step By Step | Bada Lee

pairings: bada lee x fem!oc

genre: friends to lovers, student x teacher

a/n: idk i just had an idea

parts: 1, 2 , 3.....

"Sorry." The short-haired girl bowed as she bumped into a man. He turned, his face twisted with anger, and he uttered a curse at her.

The girl winced at his harsh words, but she can't blame him, it was her fault after all. She's the one running around like a headless chicken

With a sigh of frustration, she began running once more. She didn't plan on being late, but her teacher had insisted that she remain after class for discussion of some things. To her, they were utterly stupid matters, but she had no choice but to comply. She was quite certain that the teacher was merely looking to curry favor with her, just because her mom is a famous ballerina.

"Sorry maam." Nari said to the older woman, " Do you happen to know where the-" she paused looking at her phone "Jam Republic agency is located?"

The older woman scoffed "Are you blind"

Nari was astonished by her bluntness, she didn't expect that

"It's right behind you. Even at my age, I can see better than you, it would seem."

"Well, you're not wrong about that." she replied, murmuring the statement to herself, and quickly added, "Thank you. Have a nice day"

Turning away, she saw that the old lady had been correct all along. With an exasperated sigh, she pushed through the door leading into the building,

As her eyes scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, she soon spotted the reception's desk. However, to her dismay, no one seemed to be stationed there. Walking a bit closer, she placed her bag on the ground and sat in one of thr chairs.

After waiting a few minutes, and not hearing or seeing anybody else, Nari finally decided to proceed with her outfit change. She had no desire to keep waiting around, and risk anyone seeing her in her tight pastel pink skirt and green top. Her mothers choices

Just as Nari began to stand, she spotted a tall girl exit through a doorway nearby. She was wearing a white shirt, grey sweatpants, and a grey zip-up hoodie. The girl had a white hat on concealing most of her features, making it quite difficult for Nari to take a good look at her face at all.

Not to mention, the girl was looking straight down at the ground, making it even more difficult for Nari to see her expression.

With a quick motion, she locked the bathroom door and took out her clothes from her bag. First, she slipped on the black sweatpants, followed by the grey sports bra. Then, she wore the baggy t-shirt, but didn't like the way it looked, so she instead placed it behind her neck only covering her shoulders. After a few adjustments, she stood before the mirror looking at herself

Having had enough of the ugly pink bow that was on her hair, she tossed it into the trash can. Then, she gathered her hair up into a rather messy, yet loose, ponytail, securing it with an elastic band. She looked in the mirror now happy with her appearance. She felt like herself, not like the girl her mother wants her to be

She unlocked the door and went outside, entering the now familiar hallway she saw the same tall girl from earlier, sitting in one of the chairs

Embarrassing, she witnessed her outfit change

Quietly, she returned to the chair, and took her seat once more. She waited patiently for anyone to arrive, casting a glance in the direction of the tall girl, who appeared to be preoccupied with her phone, as her eyes remained firmly fixed to the screen.

"Excuse me," Nari blurted out before she could stop herself. She immediately fell silent, feeling a sudden wave of tension wash over her. The girl turned her head toward her in curiosity, and Nari became utterly speechless, as she was not expecting her to be this beautiful. Nari found herself completely unable to move, as she was simply lost for words, and utterly mesmerized by the sight of the other girl's striking looks.

"Yes?"

Fuck, not only was she attractive and beautiful, but even her voice was incredibly alluring.

In an effort to regain some level of composure, she cleared her throat, and hoped that her voice would not crack. "Uhm, do you know if Bada Lee is here?"

"I'm Bada," the girl stated, leaving Nari utterly confused

"What"

"What...?"

However, Nari's confusion only deepened, as she was under the impression that her teacher was a man, based on the information that her friend told her before.

"You're not Bada" the younger girl blurted out, shaking her head in disagreement.

Now it was Bada's turn to be confused "Im pretty sure I am" was this girl on drugs

"My friend told me that you were a man," she said

"Well, your friend is mistaken" Bada replied with a slight chuckle. "And, my name is definitely not a masculine one," she added

"Im so sorry" Unable to hold back her rage, Nari found herself itching to find her friend, Chaeyoung. With the next class being only a few short hours away, the anticipation of making Chaeyoung face her consequences was nearly unbearable.

She was in deep shit

"You're Shin Nari right." Bada asked, and Nari confirmed with a quick nod of her head.

"Well, I wasn't expecting you to be this young," Bada stated, looking at Nari with a confused expression. "Here it says that you're in your thirties, so this is a surprise."

Nari felt a rush of embarrassment wash over her, and she wanted to bury herself and die "Sorry I have a habit of picking random birth years everytime I apply for something"

If Bada said no to teaching her she wouldn't be surprised

"Alright, let's not waste any time and begin," Bada stated with a nod as she and Nari both stood up "Are you familiar with dance, were you a dancer before?"

"Yes Im a ballerina" Nari nodded

Bada's eyebrow raised in surprise, yet again, and she couldn't help herself from inquiring further. "Oh, really? So, what brought about the shift from ballet to hip hop?"

"Oh, but I'm not quitting ballet completely," Nari clarified with a quick glance toward Bada. "I actually love both ballet and hip hop," she added. "So what you have here is a two-for-one dancer," Nari joked, smiling at her own words.

Bada chuckled at Nari's joke, Nari was truly a sight to behold, she couldn't deny her beauty. Ever since she had first seen her, Bada was left in a state of awe at her natural beauty, and it was something that she hadn't expected at all.

However, what she hadn't anticipated either, was the fact that Nari would turn out to be her student.

"Alright, then, we will first begin with some exercises meant to loosen up your stiffness, considering your ballet background," Bada stated, clarifying their focus "This is the main priority at the moment," she added.

Nari nodded in agreement, she couldn't wait

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yellow-maiden · 4 months

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Finally completed these wallpapers. Made using Ibis Paint.

#pink #sanrio #my melody #cute #kawaii #wallpaper #lock screen #lockscreen #pastel #mine

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judithan-fr · 16 days

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Tutorial: How I Render Accents

PART 2: COLORS

I usually do not recommend 'pixel hunting' aka going over your work with a fine tooth comb and picking out stray pixels to erase. However, for setting up a proper base layer for accents it is imperative to do so.

To explain my method of color blocking: I select everything outside of the lines, invert that selection, then fill in. This does a more accurate job than going into each and every section and filling them all in individually, and is also significantly faster. Only downside is small sections like above where you can see bits of the green (which I use bright green against a dark grey background to contrast the base color, lines, and background) poking out, as well as the inner section where it filled in a spot I did not want filled in. Getting all of this right in this stage will make your life easier as you go. (It's also the method I use to color block all my work, even beyond accents)

Now this where my style of rendering color may come off intimidating and, tbh it might be. I do gradients first and then I color over them with "normal" blend layers. I typically don't use multiply layers unless I'm shading something that has a lot of textures. If this scares you, it's okay I'll keep walking you through it. Here, my gradient goes from a pastel but deep periwinkle, to a soft more cyan blue, then to a lighter pastel green. Skipping steps and going from the periwinkle to green will give it a different look. There's also hints of a pinkish tone as an accent color.

So as I said, these additional layers are done with regular "normal" blend mode layers. I've placed one in between the butterfly line art and the line art for the rest of the flowers, and then an additional layer under everything else. This allows me to create a glow effect specifically around the butterflies, and then specifically under the flowers. Going back and forth with the proper amount of opacity (by using the airbrush transparently) helps to make it glow but not be Too Loud. Also checking it against a dark background can help to check for spots where it spills past the borders, as well as really gauge how Bright it is. I've also color matched the butterflies with the flower pits and the bulbs. This adds extra cohesion and makes them all look uniform but different enough with the gradients.

The stages of how I render gems/dew drops. Take the base color, make it a bit darker and less saturated (as well as changing the hue a bit depending on what the default color is. For yellows I go more orange/red, for blues I go more purple or even pink. It depends), add a small drop light at the bottom thats a fairly saturated version of the base color, and then a stark white/ near white highlight. That's it. Don't over complicate it, it will not matter when it gets shrunk down. Note that I do not use multiply/overlay/screen layers for these types of things as it adds too much bulk to the files and doing it manually helps to strengthen your color theory skills.

For shading and rendering, again, I create a "normal" layer and simply. Draw over what exists. Color picking and hand blending allow me to create the exact shades and effects that I want that multiply/screen/overlay layers may not be able to achieve. (which isn't to say I dont use them! i just don't use them for the main meat and potato part of my coloring) All of what is shown here is also achieved with the CSP asset SOIPEN (which can be found for free in the asset store)

another example. The one on the right is showing how the layer looks without the gradient base layer under it. All of this is rendered by hand. I also specifically put a highlight color around where the butterfly is sitting to give a better illusion that it is properly sitting on the flowers rather than just in front of them.

Next is changing the color of the lines, if needed. A method i'll use is I color just the sections I want (on a separate clipping layer) then lock that layer's alpha setting to them add in a gradient. It's a small and subtle effect that adds more depth without doing a lot of effort. (work smarter not harder)

Now we get to the Polish Layers!

first image is how it looks as a base. second image is with an overlay layer applied. I've used some dark purples and mid tone desaturated greens to push the values a bit further (especially evident on the top left wing) Third image is with a screen layer applied, highlighting the inner most part of the flowers and adding some additional bounce light.

An important thing to note about making accents vs making full coverage skins: OPACITY AND LAYER TYPES MATTER OVER TRANSPARENT SPOTS. What I mean by this is that if you use a soft, light grey to shade with a multiply layer, don't clip it to anything, and have it go outside the lines - that will no longer appear as a 'shadow' when it comes to the final result. Instead you will have a section of soft light grey that is simply laid on top of whatever the image under it is. The same applies for overlay/screen/add layers and so on. If i use a very dark color on a screen layer (to give a soft highlight) and airbrush it over a bunch of stuff and don't clip it, it will end up with this horrible dark splotch over everything that isn't opaque. To this end, mastering normal layers is imperative to having well rendered and convincing accents.

Another thing of note: when it comes to sparkles/small details, note how 'large' the sparkles behind the butterflies are. They seem a bit chunky, yeah?

this is what they look like at proper size. If anything, I could have gone larger on the small metal beads connecting the dew drop jewels to the lace.

Another trick I also like to do is this:

a slight hint of transparency! It's just enough to let the dragon's lines underneath show through but not enough to be super noticable. I like to do this a lot when it comes to sparkly and magical effects.

Next is the worst part of all: destroying all that beautiful hard work with the shadow and line art layers! (sobbing)

This stage always agonizes me. This is my first pass of the shadow/line layers and let's hope it's dark enough.

But yeah that's a start to finish look at how I create my accents. Unfortunately a lot it devolves into needing to know, yknow, line weight and silhouette importance, color theory and the ways that drawing applications actually apply color to a png vs how its rendered in app. All of these things impact the finesse of the accent, and are things you do have to learn gradually over time, but hopefully this has given yall some additional insight and perhaps some helpful tips.

And this should also explain why I get so mad when people go 'hey can I get this accent in another color' no! no you literally can't!

#flight rising #dragon share #my accents #custom umas #user made accents #fr fae

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l0veu-somuch · 6 months

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nct dream as boy/girl dads ... 👼🏻⭐️

mark who still maintains his insane working hours and practicing late into the night even when he has his two favorite girls waiting back home (and it makes him feel terrible). he comes home when it's way past your daughter's bedtime and you're always still waiting for him even when it's three am in the morning. when the day breaks his daughter thinks she's being very quiet but she's quite clumsy as she steps all over his legs while she climbs onto the bed to wake him up. he blows raspberries onto the baby's cheeks as he trudges into the kitchen, pressing a sweet kiss to your shoulder as a thank you for the pancakes.

renjun who simply cannot contain his excitement when his daughter's painting is selected for an award in the school art competition. he brags about her drawings all the time to his parents, his friends, the elderly woman who bags his groceries. he says she got it from him. it's quite right. he cheers the loudest when her name is called, even blinks some pesky tears away (something you make sure to make fun of when you're in the car later on) when his sweet girl comes up on stage to accept her certificate and take a picture, in the dress she picked out with his help because it's a very special day.

if you ever asked jeno what he kept in his bag then you would (or would not) be surprised at the endless amount of candy and sugary treats he pulls out of it that he keeps for both himself and your daughter. it's clear where she got her sweet tooth from. usagi transforms into sailor moon on the television screen, your daughter astrode on his lap, each of them holding a pink spoon and taking turns scooping bites of cookies 'n cream and macademia into their mouths. you collapse onto the sofa with an exaggerated sigh once you finish dishes duty, your head falling into the unoccupied crook of jeno's neck. your daughter swings a spoonful of ice cream towards your mouth, calling it a reward for working hard "because daddy always does it" and you accept with a giggle.

donghyuck drums his fingers on the steering wheel to the soundtrack of moana, occasionally peeking to the back to check on his sleeping girl tucked into the car seat. he keeps a hand nestled into her soft locks as he steers her towards where you said you'd be waiting at the department store, making a very important decision on whether you should get the white or sage green kitten heels for your cousin's wedding in jeju next month. your daughter then pops on a pair of oversized celine sunglasses, and it's too funny and adorable that the salesgirl was giving the three of you the stink eye for making such a ruckus in the store. he pays for it anyways, because he'll probably steal it for himself for when he has to be at the airport at early hours to leave for an overseas schedule or concert.

jaemin tries his best, really. he just can't help it when he sees luke sitting by his son as he draws on the coffee table. you can't expect him to bake the chocolate chip cookies, watch for stains on the oak from your son's oil pastels and feed all three cats at once. he doesn't know how you do it. luckily the cookies don't burn in the oven, he puts down parchment so the oak table is safe, and all cats are soothed by your son's magic touch and gentle pressing hand. when you notice a speck of oil pastel in their furs later on you only sigh and make a call to the salon to get them a bath, noticing their claws have been getting too long to the point they can mar your precious boys' skin.

you raise a hand to shield your eyes from the blaring sunlight, the piercing rays making chenle and your son look like mere sillhouettes as they zip around the court, the boinking sound of the basketball echoing in the park that's not too crowded for a friday morning. you can tell he's being much more gentle and a lot slower than he usually does for your son, fixing his stances and the grip of his fingers on the ball as he demonstrates a three pointer. your son joyfully claps everytime he shoots, and he ruffles his hair as a thank you. he calls out to you, demanding his congratulations kiss, but there is no way you're even going to come close to two very sweaty boys under the sweltering august heat.

your son actually prefers jisung to read him the bedtime stories he keeps in his shelf. he tucks him into the crook of his arm, whispering gently of the boy who discovers a treasure box in the forest and goes on an adventure with his pet hamster. his voice is too low to catch over the running of the sink as you remove your makeup, secretly wishing your son would fall asleep faster so that you can brush your teeth together. you watch from the doorway as he very carefully detaches himself from your son's side to slip the book back into its place on the bookshelf, tuck the sheets up to his chin, and place a gentle kiss to his forehead before he clicks the star shaped light off and his arm comes up to circle around your waist, pressing you against the wall to collect his kiss that tastes like peppermint toothpaste and your scent he can never get enough of.

#nct dream #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #mark #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #jisung #mine

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ddarker-dreams · 2 months

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What's gg's mc aesthetic outside of the sorcerer's uniform? She's somewhat of a hello kitty girlie so I imagine her wearing the Y2K style especially in her school days but like a little less gaudy. But I wondered what your interpretation of her style would be

THIS AAAAAAASK OMG i know you sent it in a while ago but it was fun to think about and answer 😭 OKAY lemme go into my thoughts

2005-2007 (gg mc's style in her high school years)

your guess was pretty accurate!! she went for light denim, ruffles, and a pinkish color scheme. she had a lot of scrunchies from shoko. as for accessories, she didn't care much for wearing a purse... she'd just make gojo or geto hold her stuff GJSKDFKS she's proud of nobara for this reason. if they weren't around, pockets were a must. got to put that pink razr somewhere.

2017-2018 (gg mc's style in the current events of jujutsu kaisen)

she's on the precipice of entering her MILF era. she still loves ruffles and pink, but she's branched out a bit. midi length skirts have been added to her repertoire. she sees the appeal of purses now too, a revelation that led to gojo buying her waaaay too many. she prefers a line silhouettes and anything soft/feminine.

she might not have her pink razr anymore, but her phone has a pastel pink case if that counts. the wallpaper is always gojo. he takes hundreds of selfies on her phone and then makes himself the home and lock screen. cringe husband.

#golden girl #answered #Anonymous

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p1nkcanoe · 14 days

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the polaroid collection: sunshine

this is part seven of the polaroid collection, based off of 'picture this'. you can either find the masterlist here, read on ao3, or read below:

Taking Sunshine’s picture had been difficult for two reasons. For one, just the knowledge that she was the last of his packmates that he had left to photograph had crafted a premature feeling of disappointment in his chest. After her, his naughty little collection would be complete. There’d be no more surprises caught with a flash and after that sex would just be sex. How plebeian. How boring…

Second, the ghoulette had been waiting for him. She’d been waiting for the moment that he’d strike to cast her body in flash and film, all confident and smug with his stupid little camera between his palms and smile all toothy and wide. She’d been waiting, and that in itself made everything unexpectedly difficult.

In hindsight, Swiss should have probably said no to the strap. If he remembers correctly the conversation went something like this:

“Can I ride you, but also not?” Sunshine had asked, a little too enthusiastically while finishing up the baby pink polish she was painting onto his pinky toe.

He’d had his foot in her lap as she painted it, his other flat against the bed, knee bent upwards.

Swiss had barely looked up from his phone, where he was in the middle of a heated text debate with Rain and Dew over who took the last mango popsicle from the freezer. Only after sending his last text did he glance over the top of his screen to shoot her an amused look of intrigue.

“What does that even mean?”

“Cirrus and ‘Lus got a new strap. It’s big and purple and it has glitter, and I wanna break it in for them. Make sure it’s a good one, you know? Give it a test ride, if you will.”

“So you want me to fuck you with it?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, rolling her dandelion-colored eyes as if she wasn’t obvious enough before, “but I want you to wear it.”

She’d capped the nail polish bottle after that and crawled up the ghoul’s body to shove a matching, lacquered finger into the center of his chest.

“I think it would be fun.”

There’d been a long pause while the multi ghoul had tried to picture the scene in his mind. He couldn’t, couldn’t make sense of why she’d want to rig him up with a toy no matter how hard he tried, but two dicks seemed more intriguing than just one in the end so he shrugged his shoulders and waved her off to go retrieve the thing, “Yeah, okay. Fuck it.”

“Oh, I will.”

Then she’d left. Jogged off into the hall with a certain bounce in her step… and had returned with much more than just the new strap.

“What’s that?” He’d asked, fingers hovered over his screen as his eyes raked over the items in her hands.

The ghoulette had only bared her teeth in a wicked grin, “just a few accessories to go with it.”

As it turned out, Sunshine’s unexpected accessories had been quite fun to put on. Kind of like a filthy, twisted game of dress-up in the interest of the ghoulette as he strips him bare in front of her standing mirror, only to redress him in the well-loved harness and help him move the silicone dick millimeters in each and every direction in order to find a position that “doesn’t smash his actual cock.” Then before he knows it she’s tightening the straps to a pastel pink ball gag behind his head and asking him if it’s too tight.

He doesn’t know why he tries to answer her verbally, but the incomprehensible noises that come from his throat seem to surprise him. As does the wetness that already has begun to collect at the corners of his mouth. She reaches up to adjust the thing just a little more and then steps away and it clicks. Oh, she’s serious.

The multi ghoul locks eyes with the ghoulette through the mirror, who stares back with a smug look on her freckled face, like she’s proud of her work already, and they’ve yet to even start the good part. Then he watches as she turns and descends to her knees, a small metal cage in her hands that he has no idea where it appeared from, and reaches for his (somewhat) soft dick.

The cage is silly to look at. He’s never had one of them locked onto his own cock before, only ever seen them in explicit internet videos and that one random nude he randomly received from Rain… and for some reason his brain tries to convince him that it’s only a temporary detail – that all of this is. Sunshine will take the thing off when the time comes, right? She’ll let him get hard, surely. She has to. She will. Right?

Soon after that the time comes, and the ghoulette guides him backwards to lie on his back, and the thing (and all of the other accessories) stay securely on.

Swiss will admit it. It’s oddly intriguing in an unfamiliar way when they begin to play – the ball gag and the stupid metal cage. There’s a strange arousal that he feels in his tummy when Sunny strips bare and climbs over him all slow and sexy-like, ignoring his flesh entirely to wrap her fist around silicone instead. The eye contact he thinks he could do without, though. It just feels bad to hold eyes with another as they lean down to lick at the thing and giggle at the pathetic noise that leaves him when he realizes it could be him. It could, but it’s not, and it’s not because for some reason he agreed to this. Satanas, is he cucking himself?

He can’t even open his mouth around the right letters to plead or say ‘please.’ He just makes another stupid sound that gets trapped around the thing stretching his lips.

He can only watch as she slaps the purple head against the flat of her tongue, moaning when she takes it a little deeper past her teeth, and then fluttering her lashes so beautifully when the silicone slides into the warm tunnel of her throat. And yeah, maybe this whole “play” thing is a little more serious than Swiss initially thought it was, because she’s actually sucking it like it’s his real cock.

She sucks the thing obscenely at the tip, bobbing her head as the glittery ridge appears and disappears rhythmically between her lips, already shiny with spit, and both of her wrists work together in tandem to jerk off the remaining length of the shaft that her mouth doesn’t reach.

Fuck, does Swiss wish that were him. Sloppy, messy head from one of the hottest ghoulettes he knows… (Pun fully intended.)

His dick throbs, stirring against the warm metal that restricts him like it forgets it can’t fill out. A thin line of drool drips from his lower lip down into the hair on his chest and settles. He barely feels it. He watches, distracted, as she drools similarly, but her saliva runs down the ridges of her fingers down towards where it begins to gather at the base against his skin. His skin. He really can’t believe any of this. His hands stay glued pathetically at his sides.

Then she does what he really wishes she wouldn’t – she moves her hands out of the way and takes the thing so far down her throat in a single swallow that she gags. Sudden and harsh. The wet noise in Swiss’ ears as her muscles spasm could make him sob for mercy from the Gods below. But he makes a gorgeous noise instead – a fully fleshed, pleasured moan that sends a shiver down the length of his spine and makes his toes curl as if he could feel it.

Something about that is mortifying.

Sunny doesn’t make it any better.

“Does that feel good? You like that?”

He shouldn’t look, but he does anyway. He tilts his head down from where’d he’d thrown it back towards the ceiling and she’s pulled the cock from her throat and has replaced her mouth with her hand, stroking it from root to tip languidly and letting the frenulum ghost against her already-swollen lips as she breathes against it. Gasping. Panting. That smug grin is still there, multiplied tenfold now.

Swiss’ brows knit together in bewilderment and his chest rises and falls wildly. Does that feel good? Of course it doesn’t.

He can’t take his eyes off of her, no matter how hard he tries to pry them away. Her tits are heavy against either side of the cage. Warm. He’s sure he looks crazy.

“You like it when I take you so far down that I choke on it?”

There’s a dangerous lilt to her voice that Swiss has only heard maybe once or twice before. Once was when he passed this very room from the hall and had shamefully lingered around enough to listen in on whatever sinful pleasures she was putting a very whiny Mountain ghoul through during the middle of the day on a Wednesday, and the other time he’d experienced it himself (She’d somehow gotten him into a skirt and he’d never cum so hard in his life. Also, on a Wednesday…).

The tone of her voice now is no different. She hums, the end of the noise rising in pitch slightly, and lies a sharply manicured hand against the center of his tummy, tracing the valley of his sternum with her claw. Her skin feels molten, like fire against his.

His jaw is already beginning to feel sore.

“Tell me,” she says, “tell me how good it feels.”

A quick puff of air huffs through his nose as the frustration builds beneath his skin. His jaw tries desperately to form words around the intrusion but nothing makes it past. He’s been muted. His hips suddenly twitch upwards and she replaces the hand on his tummy onto his hip bone to bruisingly press him back into the mattress. It’s all beginning to make his head spin and he isn’t quite sure how to feel.

The multi ghoul’s brow furrows into a look of confusion mixed with something teetering on red-hot irritation. His fists bury themselves into the raised stitching on her comforter and he feels his claws catch on the individual threads.

Time seems to stop for a moment. The only sound he can hear is the flood of his own blood pounding in his ears. Satan below, he can feel the harsh beat of his undead heart pounding against his ribs as she eyes him hungrily, looking him over like a predator to her prey.

Swiss isn’t sure he’s ever been in a position so humiliating in his entire second chance at life, and he really isn’t too sure how he got here in the first place.

Is this what Rain felt like? Dew? When he’d held them down and spit venomous words at their submissiveness? Made fun of them for their inability to put up a fight? Is this what Mountain feels when he slips into the ghoulette den late at night? Is this what they crave? This twisted, cruel feeling? Powerlessness? Humiliation? It’s strange. It’s… intoxicating.

Sunshine gathers up a ball of saliva on her tongue and spits. It spatters the underside of the silicone cock and covers his lower tummy in a transparent, sticky glaze. It snaps Swiss back into his conscience but he barely has time to register her next move before the ghoulette is crawling up and settles over his tummy, her cunt pressed to his thick happy trail and her hands on either of his pecs. Her pinky finger spreads his own saliva thin until it’s cool and tacky. She’s absolutely soaked between her thighs.

He knows it’s coming, but when she begins to move her hips, grinding over his abdomen and coating the length of it in slick, he feels like he nearly passes out. He’s so hard, yet not nearly hard enough, and his entire vessel pulses with the pulsing of his blood rushing through his veins like a rampant river.

It’s the first time he’s been able to actually feel her on his body and it’s not nearly enough. She feels so good on top of him as she grinds. So hot, so slick. But he wants her on his dick – and not the fake one. He wants her to free him from his cage so he can inflate to fullness and impale her in an instant, make her pay for this torture that he’s putting him through until she’s begging for him and apologizing for this game she plays. But he doesn’t. Because she won’t. She’ll keep grinding and getting him all messy, digging her nails into his skin and pulling unrelentlessly at the curls on his chest until he’s raw.

She dips her middle finger deep into her hole, all the way to the knuckle, and smears the wetness over his bottom lip. He can’t taste her – just another one of her games. Her taste gets lost in the saliva dripping from his lips like a broken faucet. But he can smell her and it hits his senses like a truck. His eyes dilate until that pretty gold is nothing but an eclipse in an instant. It takes everything in him to keep his fists clenched in the comforter. A few broken seams can be mended when it’s all over.

She continues to grind, moaning with every slide across his abdomen with her eyes fixed downwards on the shiny trail she leaves behind. Swiss drools so heavily it begins to coat the underside of his chin and the dark front of his neck. Sunshine can only admire his ability to be so good for once. For her. She deserves it, afterall. How could he leave her for last?

“Swiss, darling,” she sings and bends at the waist to lean over him. Her tits hang in his face just out of reach. If only he could get them in his- “You’re burning up. What’s the matter? Can’t take a little heat?”

She runs the flats of her palms over the rounded tops of his shoulders and down over the tense, defined muscles of his biceps. He feels her warming them with that inhuman-like warmth and wants to feel them trail down the ridges of his ribs to fondle his balls and release his cock from- “Just a little more won’t hurt, will it? I know you can take it.”

She almost sounds like she’s mocking him for things he doesn’t remember saying.

Sunshine might as well be dabbled in the realm of quintessence with the way that her hands begin to trail down his sides, just like he needed them to. Her fingers skit over his ribs, leaving the lightest tickle in their wake as they go, and Swiss whimpers from behind the gag when she never stops. Her hands dance over the tops of her own thighs to find his hips. His cock throbs against the cage–he’s positive he’s leaking through the metal because he can feel it licking at his taint–and his lashes flutter closed when that manicured hand, so nice and warm, finds and cups his balls. Her other hand reaches for silicone.

She sinks down over the entire glittery thing in a single quick drop of her hips.

It pushes every atom of oxygen from Swiss’ lungs.

He can’t breathe. He can’t. Her hand is gone in an instant with the slide into her cunt, and she must be set on really trying to kill him because she instantly sets a brutal pace, doing all of the work herself without a care in the world if the ghoul below her feels like his lungs are burning or if the harness around his hips is tight enough to leave a mark. It’ll definitely leave a mark.

She rides him like she’s been withheld of cock. Rising, dropping, she uses his body simply to support herself as she takes it, moaning loud and unabashed with every single wet slide up inside of her. And then suddenly Swiss begins to notice from behind a haze of drool and lightheadedness that she’s beginning to huff. Those pretty moans have gone harsh, punched out, and her thighs are braced tighter on either side of him. Her knees are pressed so sharply into his ribs that he’s beginning to choke around little mewls of pain.

Her stamina is quickly waning and he wants to help ease that burning in her thighs before she slides off. She’s just too beautiful like this, all fiery, frizzy curls and gorgeous tits bouncing in time with the rest of her curvy body. For the first time since she mounted him he untangles his fists from fabric and tries to place them on her waist, but the Ghoulette is quick to notice through huffs of exhaustion and pleasure.

“No, no, no,” she pants. Suddenly Swiss’ camera is dropped roughly into the center of his chest with a thud. He loses his breath once again – a quick stream of air from the nose. “If you wanna touch something then be useful and get that camera ready.” Then she says the thing that nearly makes him forget about the photo altogether: “For fuck’s sake, Swiss. Fuck me like you mean it.”

His hips are rising from the mattress before he realizes it. Quick, stuttery punches. He tries to meet her like he normally would, but he still doesn’t have his hands and the angle is just all wrong. It’s awkward. Difficult for some reason, and no matter how he tries to punch his lower body upwards or wait even a second longer to find that good spot, it doesn’t feel right for either of them. His dick is in the wrong place. He hates it.

“Fuck me, Swiss. Do it correctly.”

There’s something venomous in her voice that makes Swiss head swim and his tummy tighten, but fuck, he’s really trying.

Finally, after a couple poorly-timed thrusts and a tear of sharp claws into his waist, he begins to get it and the ghoulette is happy to meet his desperate thrusts with expert drops and rolls of her hips, moaning and cursing with her bottom lip tugged between her fangs. When her abdomen tenses hard and tight he expects to feel her squeezing around his dick. His body prepares for it, tensing on its own and preparing himself to try not to cum, but there’s nothing. Nothing except the odd, null sensation as his head catches up and remembers that that thing is not part of him – that the part that is is currently locked away, deprived of any and all pleasurable sensation.

That cruel, metal cage… He’ll never use it again – neither for himself or on anyone else. He’d rather be sent back to the pit than experience this torture again, or submit anyone else to it for that matter.

But Sunshine seems to be wholly enjoying herself, if the noises she makes and the squelching sound of her wetness around the toy’s girth is any indication.

Swiss, on the other hand, is suffering.

He can watch her bounce on his cock all day, can watch her grind for hours before having the thought of cumming even cross his mind, but the lack of stimulation is maddening. It’s a cruel illusion that somehow also manages to make his balls want to explode.

His cock strains against its unforgiving confines. Throbbing. Hot. And he chokes out a garbled moan when she leans back and places her hands on his thighs to brace herself as she shows off all of her body to him. Her cunt takes that stupid cock so perfectly, stretching and molding itself to suck it back inside. She rises and lets the tip kiss her entrance before sliding back down and taking the entire thing to the base. It knocks a yelp from her throat.

That should be him. He should feel it. He still doesn’t. He won’t.

“I knew you’d feel this good. Knew I had to fuck this cock one way or another. And don’t I look so good doing it?”

She’s goading him again.

His fingers are gripped so crushingly tight onto either side of his camera that his knuckles are pale. He’s beginning to shake from his overwhelming need and desire to be freed. If it wasn’t locked with a key he’d do it himself.

He needs to touch her, squeeze at the fat on her thighs and wrap his arms around her waist. A particularly hard drop has her plump ass slamming against the base of his dick and the multi ghoul cries out, loud and harrowing, from behind the bright pink intrusion in his mouth. His jaw aches so badly, his throat now, too.

“Take it now,” she pants, eyes closed and mouth slack. “I like the way you cry out for me.”

She rides him with a perfect bow to her spine to show off her body as one of her hands tangles its way into her curls and the other clutches on tightly to her right breast, kneading and groping the flesh. Her dusky nipple pokes out right above the webbing between her middle and ring finger. Swiss fumbles for the right buttons and waits for the blinking light to turn on, cursing when it seems to take twice as long as usual, and finally raises the camera shakily to line up the shot.

He moans with every slap of her skin against his as if he’s tied himself to the silicone toy, and Sunshine seems to like that. She encourages him, commanding that he be louder and hurry it up because her thighs are really beginning to burn in this position. He struggles to get the frame just right because he’s unable to stay still. She must be trying to make this as hard as possible. Difficult – she makes everything difficult.

He keens when she moans and Sunshine puts everything she has left into those last few bruising drops. She’s going to make sure he feels it. It may not be what he needs, but she’ll make him feel something in return for allowing him to have his silly little photograph.

He snaps the picture randomly, in the heat of the moment, and if the picture happens to come out a little blurry in the end, who cares?

Her tits, frozen in time, and the look of pure satisfaction on her face as she pleases herself and takes him apart is nothing short of perfect. He’ll never feel quite like this ever again.

Finally, Swiss’ polaroid collection is complete.

#sunshine ghoulette #swiss ghoul #nsft #the polaroid collection #nameless ghoulettes #ghoulettes

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pettydollie · 4 months

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what do you think about -> 12 bakugou? 👀

congrats on your new followers! :D

tysm noonie <3 12 - hello kitty obsessed reader x spider-man obsessed bakugou

AGH I LOVE THIS SHUT UPP. like when i see tiktoks its just so cute okok so this is a modern au and u guys dress up as them 3 yrs for halloween. and no, i dont mean the same costumes 3 times in a row.

first year, u guys are spiderman and hk obv. (omg bonus: u post a tiktok of bakugou hanging upside down kissing u) then the next year, u guys are hello kitty and dear daniel!! and u guessed it, the third year, u r spider-gwen and he's spiderman. its just too cute ugh

matching everything. bakugou thinks its corny asf but does it anyway. matching pfps, phone cases, pjs, lock screens, etc.

"hey kitty" "hey spidey" CUTIES

this, this, and this bc although that trend is over, u are so lalalala and hes okokokok

makes u watch ALL the movies. his fav is andrew garfield and/or miles morales argue with the wall <3

p.s im sorry that this isnt really "writing" its just lil things, but if u want me to actually write something (like u guys going to a halloween party and ur friends teasing katsuki or smth lol) please lmk :)

ANYWHO u wear bows okok? u have pink ones, hk ones obv, pastel, etc. but one day u buy a spiderman themed one for ur bae (and one for urself too obv) and u guys are matchies :3 new lockscreen of katsuki being grumpy while u take the pic hehe

#hello kitty #hk #spiderman #spider man #mcu #bakugo #bakugou x reader #hello kitty x spiderman #fem reader #y/n #katsuki fluff #katsuki x y/n #katsuki x reader #mha x reader #h3artands0ul #𝓴𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓴𝓲 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

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