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causalitylinked · 1 year

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TAG DUMP FOR KENSUKE HIBIKI FROM THE CALIGULA EFFECT: OVERDOSE.

┕━ ❛ ❀. muse »» ᴋᴇɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ ʜɪʙɪᴋɪ〡instead of becoming an adult‚ i want to remain a child.

┕━ ❛ ❀. ship »» ᴋᴇɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ x ꜱᴏɴɪᴀ〡i thought poetry was the closest thing one can get to define love... then i saw you.

┕━ ❛ ❀. wardrobe »» ᴋᴇɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ〡i don’t want to be too eccentric or boring. just my own style.

┕━ ❛ ❀. aesthetics »» ᴋᴇɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ〡likes.

┕━ ❛ ❀. musings »» ᴋᴇɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ〡wanting someone to acknowledge me‚ i fabricated a false version of myself.

┕━ ❛ ❀. in character »» ᴋᴇɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ〡interactions.

┕━ ❛ ❀. music »» ᴋᴇɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ〡i can see myself humming to this.

┕━ ❛ ❀. go–home club »» ᴋᴇɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ〡i’m going to return to reality with everyone else.

┕━ ❛ ❀. musician »» ᴋᴇɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ〡i’ll do as i wish and use my own hands to show you i can change the world.

┕━ ❛ ❀. post tce: o »» ᴋᴇɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ〡i’m sure i can make it in music if i work hard‚ even if it’s from the sidelines.

┕━ ❛ ❀. code vein »» ᴋᴇɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ〡i’m not sure if this world is still worth saving but i want to see the future everyone envisions.

┕━ ❛ ❀. the caligula effect 2 »» ᴋᴇɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ〡i might not have taken center stage yet... but i’m slowly getting there.

┕━ ❛ ❀. danganronpa »» ᴋᴇɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ〡to think someone like me would have been accepted into such a prestigious school...

┕━ ❛ ❀. more–than–a–princess ( private ) »» ᴋᴇɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ〡these days i always hear my music playing in stores.

┕━ ❛ ❀. headcanons »» ᴋᴇɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ〡i don’t know what kind of adult i would be... but i’m going to follow my dreams while i’m still young!

┕━ ❛ ❀. about »» ᴋᴇɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ〡i didn’t want to believe i was like everyone else.

┕━ ❛ ❀. answered »» ᴋᴇɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ〡wire message received.

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mayordoi · 8 months

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Happy birthday to the number one princess in the world!! 💖

~from her biggest fans :)

ramble of my scattered thoughts on the piece under cut as usual cuz i love talking 😋

This has been an idea I've been cookin for a while, and it was so cluttered and unlike any other ensemble piece I've made... and I decided I oughta do it anyway. I love Miku, I love Vocaloid, and I wanted to do something really ambitious and crazy for her anniversary. Crazy that she's turning her "canon" age this year TwT

I had the idea floating around since like, May...? And then finally started acting on it around June 18. I'm terrible with deadlines, obvious with how I can never make a silly birthday post in time, so I started wayyyy ahead to make sure I have some room to be lazy lol, especially with an idea as ambitious as this.

This was finished on July 12! So I had to sit on this for an annoying amount of time. Very difficult for someone like me who just wants to talk about everything I'm working on to the masses. But at the very least, that gave me the time to work on the draft for this post.

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Here's some ~behind the scenes~ scribbles leading up to the finished piece!

Left is the chicken scratch plan i made in my handy dandy notebook (whenever things are getting real and ambitious, i always made a rough ROUGH plan in there. Usually I'd do a rough pass of the full thing, but this was too complicated for me to do traditionally. I majorly benefited from digital tools to make this possible). CyberDiva and CyberSongman were considered, but I ended up cutting them cuz I just didn't feel like drawing them sorry-- (just pretend they're off to the side. They gave Ruby and Clara the pizza lol). Right is the "final" completed sketch (before I decided to include Chika mid-way through coloring and VY1 and VY2 near the finish line). I started by drawing the main "groups" separated on a different canvas so I can plop them into the main canvas for easy rearranging and transforming. However I got lazy and ended up drawing everyone in the bottom right corner directly on the canvas since I liked seeing the big picture of everyone's positions. Y'know.

Almost excluded Chika! But I like her design so much that I just felt like including her last-minute. You win this time, Chika fans. VY1 and VY2 were very close to being cut! I added them when I began doing the banner and thought "eh why not". I figured their non-human designs would be pretty easy to include pushed back in the bg. Ik VY1 is more commonly associated with the fan design, but I referenced the hairpin cuz it was simpler and the fan looked very annoying to draw 😭

Sorry to the fans of many Vocaloids I had to cut because this composition was insane enough as is. I promise I wanted to include fellas like CUL, LUMi and Sachiko 😭 I will admit I was a little biased on who I wanted to include over others. Like, I don't normally care for Bruno and Clara, but I wanted to get some more international 'loids in the mix. Also wanted to stick in the realm of official designs and not fan-designs since, as much as I can appreciate those, are just a whole "wait who is that guy supposed to be" situation I didn't wanna deal with. I also did wanna include even more character references through the balloons, but they ended up being kind of ugly and overcomplicated the BG :,) (Oh, and while this was originally planned to be a Vocaloid-only piece, I did end up including Teto, Neru, and Haku 'cuz those are Miku's besties dude!!! They may not be Officially in the club but they're her girls and it would be criminal to not invite them to her birthday).

Anyway, this project marks the first time I've drawn a lot of Vocaloids. Lily, Piko, Rana, Yuki, Yukari, Miki, Maika, and many more lol. All of 'em I've heard or seen in passing, but now I actually drew them, and some have really cool and fun designs!! I got into a habit of drawing Merli after this since I just love her design for example. And I'll probably be drawing more lol!!

Oh and the last thing I'll add for now!! The cake is indeed made up of various song references!! I wanted to reference the "big four" producers, just absolute icons in Vocaloid history. The pink/black checkerboard is "World is Mine" (Ryo), the crescents on the side is "Rolling Girl" (Wowaka), the smiley faces is "Matryoshka" (Hachi), and the three hearts on the side is "The Vampire" (DECO*27, which is sort of a symbol of his whole Mannequin album tbh). I know "The Vampire" is a bit modern but I couldn't think of anything else off the top of my head. I'm a fake DECO fan I know 😔 "Matryoshka" was originally going to be referenced in the colors of the candles but believe me it looked like shit so I just went for something else last minute 😭

That's all I have to say!!! Hope you didn't mind the text wall if you made it here. I hope you like it as much as I do!!!! Happy freakin' birthday Miku!!!!

I have to deal with tagging all these characters now for my page,,, in the drafts my tags got cut off after a certain point so I think I'm massively breaching the tag limit 😭 um... I'll figure that out later...

not losing sleep that i can't tag everyone, even for page organization purposes because some characters have pretty generic names and some are a little hard to see in full yknow. If you're one of those people who tag every character in the art piece you reblog... I am very sorry.

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lqfiles · 8 months

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SCORE THAT GOAL! — smau

after your college had announced that all the students were required to join a club and attend it twice a week, you were planning on either a) dropping out, or b) join the art club and pretend to be sick most of the times. that was before you discovered that park jisung is a long time member of the football team. change in plans: you LOVE football.

or in which you mindlessly join the football club in hopes of catching your crush’s attention (and to maybe secretly check him out too) who cares if you can’t even kick a ball up in the air?

football-player!jisung x fem!reader

genre ; rlly just humour, football / sports au, fluff, some angst, pining and eventually mutual pining, probably slow-burn, college au, strangers to lovers.

extras ; teasing and profanity | sexual and death jokes | reader is down bad | jisung kinda dislikes reader and closed off at the start | my knowledge on football isn’t the BEST but i know above basics and enough for this fic | idrc if some of these subject clubs don’t exist this is for entertainment 😸

notes ; 😭 mostly posting this for myself cos i’ve wanted to try a smau for a while now but i hope anyone else enjoys too.

PLAYLIST ; Rising , TripleS — Hype Boy , newjeans — Awkward , SZA — Gasoline , ROSY (FT. LILMONEY) — Attracted To You , Pinkpantheress — Cognac Queen , Megan Thee Stallion — Goodie Bag , Still Woozy — Eyedress , Something About You .

STATUS ; completed! (24.02.24)

profiles (1) | profiles (2)

1 ) donghyuck’s fault

2 ) 20% more insane

3 ) it’s the voices again

4 ) yes captain!

5 ) invest in a priv account

6 ) peach lipton ice tea

7 ) no suicide EVER

8 ) always believe women

9 ) grape & lemon drink

10 ) favourite teammate

11 ) wingman

12 ) jeno’s food provider

13 ) no lunch

14 ) awkward tension

15 ) a simple conversation

16 ) an even more normal conversation

17 ) under my umbrella

18 ) a canon event (ft. Renjun's Black Friday offer)

19 ) feeling submissive and fragile

20 ) woman hobbies & failed courseworks

21 ) man up and break it

22 ) make-up brush vs subway sandwich

23 ) OFFICIAL FRIENDSHIP!!!

24 ) a nice gesture

25 ) NOT my boyfriend

26 ) business exchange

27 ) what about mark?

28 ) winter wonders with you

29 ) JISUNG vs MARK

30 ) my princess (very lame)

31 ) riddle me this

32 ) do you like her? (probably)

33 ) wtf does QUORA know?

34 ) JISUNGxY/N: plan A

35 ) evil out the way, GOOD RIDDANCE

36 ) basketball incidents.

37 ) JISUNGxY/N: plan B (the jisung quiz)

38 ) E-DATING 🔛🔝🔥

39 ) wise words from renjun

40 ) that one sign

41 ) guess it’s a date

42 ) (unofficial) couple goals

43 ) the y/nle argument

44 ) professional over-thinker

45 ) executing major girlboss energy

46 ) the confession prep

47 ) knock some sense into them

48 ) war is over

49 ) knock some sense into JISUNG

50 ) an overdue confession

51 ) be your boyfriend?

52 ) scored that goal!

BONUS:

jisung the blonde

JISUNG vs MARK pt.2

jaemin’s hit tweets

the jeno quiz

one huge polyamory relationship

thank you for reading!

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mrchiipchrome · 2 months

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Princess Treatment

W.C. - 2.4 k

a/n: if you've seen this before, no you haven't

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Ever since Ella was little her mum had told her that she had a ‘princess attitude’, that she only expected the best and anything less than that was unacceptable. She was also told that no boy would ever keep up with it, lucky for her, she wasn’t even into boys.

When you met Ella you were 14, and yet you were already more than a couple heads taller than kids four years older than you. It was no surprise that people were a bit scared of you, tall and rather buff.

But Ella saw through it all, all the snide comments from the other girls and all the rumors, she saw that you only wanted love from people, to love people just the same as anyone else. So when she started dating you only a year after your official meeting it only surprised the ones still believing the rumors and the ones who were making them up.

Ella was already getting the princess treatment when you were strictly friends, being somewhat of a people pleaser might’ve had something to do with it. But nonetheless she loved you with all your flaws, just like you did her.

The lovey dovey attitude never disappeared, even as you transitioned from being immature teenagers to being mature adults, you were still acting like lovesick teens who just fell in love for the first time.

And not surprising was that the princess attitude never really disappeared, she was still letting you carry her training bag for her and give her massages. It wasn’t like she demanded you do these things for her, you just did them like you knew exactly what it was that she needed. Though when she was cranky her mood definitely changed drastically, princess behavior turned up to the max.

The only thing that really bothers you about the whole thing is your teammates' excessive teasing. It made you uncomfortable and you felt as though you couldn’t properly express your love for your girlfriend without being ridiculed. Despite the amount of years you’d spent around your United teammates, you were still closed off around most of them, the only exceptions being Alessia, Mary and Ella.

And while the three tried their best to get you out of your shell, it was futile to even try, you could only work and be open with them on the pitch, where you were doing your job.

Your teammates obviously felt your absence, so in an attempt to get you to open up a little, they put team bonding at a bar, thinking that a few drinks would loosen you up.

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“How do I look?” It had been a while since you’d been at a bar, and you didn’t exactly know what the latest club fashion was, so instead of overcomplicating it, you just settled on a black button up tucked into navy dress pants and a brown leather belt.

“You look good enough to eat baby, are you sure we can’t cancel and take the evening for ourselves?” Ella almost had you convinced, but when you remembered exactly how many team bonding sessions you’d missed just because of that reason, you stopped.

“No, you already know how many team bonding outings we’ve missed, they’re going to think that we’re avoiding them.” Your shorter girlfriend’s hands come up to rest against your chest, her fingers fiddling with the upper buttons of your shirt, popping two buttons open before you take her hands in yours, pulling them up to your mouth, pressing light kisses to the backs of her hands.

“You look so gorgeous my love, but maybe you should go with other shoes? I know how you get after a while of wearing heels.” When she looks up at you with the slightest attitude, the little glare that shines through every once in a while, you put your hands on her waist and pull her body flush against your own. “Or I can stop being an idiot and let you wear whatever you want.”

Ella hums at your response, lips resting featherlight against yours, her breath ghosting over your lips as she tells you to;

“Wear that navy suit jacket, it’s warm and your arms look nice in it.” And with that she pulls away, frustrated to no end. As you turn around to get the jacket from where it’s draped on the bed, a hand slaps your ass.

“How have I never noticed how good your butt looks in these trousers babe?” The fact that she’s a hundred percent serious is what amuses you, and even though she asked you to, Ella pouts when you put your suit jacket on, apparently not happy to not be able to shamelessly ogle your ass anymore.

“Come on love, Less is outside and I’m pretty sure that she’s going to get the wrong idea if we keep her waiting for too long.” You send the girl a wink before ushering her out of the house with minimal effort. You kept your hand on her lower back, leading her towards the back seat before you took the shotgun seat.

“One more second and I swear I was going to report you two missing.” Alessia rolls her eyes at the two of you, fake annoyance spreading across her face, and you both act like you don’t notice her huge smile.

Arriving at the bar fashionably late, you immediately spot the huge group of women standing around the bar, seemingly ordering their drinks. Ella pulls your hand to go in their direction, your feet drag against the floor in reluctance.

You listen as your girlfriend and your best friend greet the women, the best you can come up with is a meek wave.

“A coke please. Oh and just make the sweetest and fruitiest drink you can for my missus.” Your teammates look on in confusion and slight disappointment as you order a nonalcoholic drink for yourself. It was clear that they barely knew anything about you, you weren’t a big fan of the taste or the loss of basic cognitive function.

“Y/n is our designated driver, me and Less are planning on letting loose tonight.” Ella answered their unasked question, the team nodding in disappointment.

Finding a booth big enough to fit the whole team, Ella immediately settles herself on your lap as soon as you sit down, your ice cold cola being set down on the table in favour of wrapping your arms around your soon-to-be fiancée’s waist, your hands setting in her lap.

Everyone settles into comfortable conversations with each other, you’re content to listen to the voice of your girlfriend and Alessia, tracing shapes into her thigh and taking a swig of your now nearly flat and room temperature cola.

“Baby, my feet hurt.” Ella stops her conversation to tell you, the tight shoes squeezing her and the high heel likely poking against her heel.

“I told you this would happen, my love.” You tell her lowly, acutely aware of a majority of your teammates' eyes on you, seemingly more engaged in your conversation than their own.

“No you said ‘I know how you get after a while of wearing them’ you never told me what would happen.” Your girlfriend sasses back, saying it as if it were fact.

“Alright, then we’ll do the usual?” Ella gets up from your lap to undo the straps of her shoes as you undo the knot of your laces, sliding your shoes off your feet and onto hers. They were a few sizes too big, despite Ella being known as the bigfoot of the team, and as she settles back onto your lap, most of your teammates look on in some sort of shock.

“Did Ella just extort you out of your shoes Y/n?” Maya asks, like she wasn’t familiar with your girlfriend’s attitude. Being put on the spot like that makes you more than uncomfortable as you shift in your seat, thankfully your slightly tipsy best friend notices it and helps you out.

“Have you seriously not noticed Ella’s obvious princess attitude? God, where are you when Y/n’s away and I have to deal with it.” Alessia joked with the younger girl, teasing her about her ignorance towards her friend and national teammate.

“So you just do what she asks you to?” Millie asks, and you look at her nonchalantly.

“I mean, yeah, pretty much. Ella deserves everything in this world and if I can give her even a fraction of that then I’ll do whatever she needs me to.” You answer sincerely, there was nothing to lie about there, she was your everything. It wasn’t like they would remember it in the morning either way, they were all pretty wasted.

“Awww baby, you never told me that. I love you so much.” Ella smothers your face in kisses, seemingly forgetting the bright red lipstick she’d put on earlier. The red lip marks nearly blend into the skin of your face as you blush heavily at her actions, face closer to a beetroot than anything even remotely human.

“I think it’s time to round off the evening now before poor Y/n gets an aneurysm.” The women around the table laugh at your now significantly drunker best friend, both the blonde and the brunette being wasted by now.

Getting Alessia to pick up Ella’s shoes, you steal yours back for a more comfortable fit, Ella sneaking your jacket from its place on the chair. Turning back to see Ella basically drowning in the fabric of your jacket might be one of your favorite sights ever, she was just too adorable.

Your hands slip around the back of her knees, the other clutching closer to her rib cage as you carry her in a bridal grip. Ella runs her hands over your flexed muscles, whistling to show off how impressed she was. Another dark blush covers your face at her drunken actions, clutching on to her legs a little tighter in an attempt to expel the embarrassment.

Ella keeps on babbling about nonsense as you bring her out to Alessia’s car, the blonde herself stumbling around behind you. She’d given you her car key at the start of the night to keep safe, and you had to shift your grip on the midfielder to be able to unlock the car.

Slinging Ella over your shoulders haphazardly, you make sure to keep a secure grip around her thighs in order to not drop her. Alessia giggles at the squeal escaping your girlfriend’s mouth, sounding almost like a creaky door.

When the car is unlocked, you carefully open the door and make sure you don’t bump the midfielder’s head, buckling her in and ignoring the way her hands travel over your body like they would at home. Making sure that her hands are inside the car so that she doesn’t get hurt when you close the door, you quickly move towards the passenger door, making sure to open it for the blonde. You were a gentlewoman after all.

After helping both the girls to buckle in, you finally get in the driver's seat, ready to transport both of them back to your house.

They talk absentmindedly during the whole ride, light music floating through the air in its soft glow. Every once in a while you feel Ella’s hand moving up and down your bicep, seemingly entranced by the muscle.

“Girls, we’re home. Less, the guest room is ready for you and there’s a pair of pajamas on the bed. I’ll come up with some paracetamol for you tomorrow, trust me you’ll need it.” The girl laughs at your words, exiting the car and walking up the driveway to the door of your house.

You exit the car as well, unbuckling your girlfriend’s seatbelt and throwing her over your shoulder again. Alessia doesn’t seem to mind the wait, standing in front of your door calmly, picking at her nails.

When the click of the door being unlocked echoes through the calm night you rush into the house, leaving Alessia to close and lock the door behind you.

The blonde utters a quick goodnight before leaving you to walk up the stairs to your bedroom, the guest room on the bottom floor of the house. Ella grumbles when you place her back down on the floor, her feet likely aching still from her high heels.

“How about you take my advice next time, pretty girl? No stilettos okay.” Ella nods a little, her body swaying in an unstable way due to the alcohol still rushing through her veins, leaning against your body as you try your damned hardest to unzip her dress and get her into a comfortable pair of pajamas.

She’s basically half asleep when you slip the oversized t-shirt over her head, the material reaching just above her knee. Pulling her into the bathroom, you make sure to brush both her and your teeth extra carefully, both of you having had sugary drinks that night.

You lift Ella up to sit on the bathroom counter as you get a makeup wipe out of her bag, carefully swiping it over her entire face, over her eyes and lips, all around her face. When you’re done, she puckers her lips for you to kiss, and when she tries to deepen the kiss even more, you pull away.

Taking out another makeup wipe from her bag, you pass it over your face, wiping away the red markings on your face. Ella frowns as her artwork is removed from your face, her pout quickly being kissed away.

Leading Ella to your bed, she quickly gets under the covers and then gestures for you to get in with her. She quickly forgets all about getting you under the covers when she sees you unbutton your shirt, mesmerized by the muscles of your stomach and arms.

She gets up from the bed to run her fingers over them again, seeing goosebumps forming under her nails. But just as quickly as the naked skin appears, it gets covered back up again by a t-shirt, the shorter girl seemingly very disappointed with that.

She grumbles all the way until you’ve slipped in behind her in the bed, pulling her frame into yours. It fits yours like a puzzle piece, nothing more, nothing less.

Like always, Ella falls asleep in your arms rather rapidly, her drunken state impairing her ability to stay awake.

In the end, Ella’s mum had been completely wrong, she had found someone who willingly put up with her princess attitude.

#woso #woso x reader #lionesses #ella toone #ella toone x reader #engwnt x reader #muwfc x reader #woso imagines

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kaiserthread · 3 months

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shopping spree pt.2

clothes/accessories the bllk boys buy you! characters: nagi, oliver, rin content: pro players, established relationship, f!reader, slight implied nsfw in olivers part (nothing graphic but just in case) part 1 here! tysmmmmmm for the love on part 1!!!!! this one was so much fun to write

NAGI SEISHIRO - couples pajama sets

loves sitting around the house with you on his off days

values every minute he can get with you

buys it with the express purpose of seeing you wearing one of his shirts

gives you the shirt from his set and lazes around shirtless

seishiro’s free time has always been very precious to him, even more so now that his schedule is jam-packed with matches, press appearances, traveling, so much practice, and most importantly, you. he’s perfectly content with spending all his off days with his lover. which is exactly why he couldn’t resist buying the cute couple pajamas when he was supposed to be buying groceries. you can’t even find it in yourself to scold him for forgetting the frozen blueberries when he pulls the pajamas out of their bag and presents them to you with a small smile on his face. “i’m letting you off easy this time, sei. only because you’ve been gone for a while.” you say, reaching up to pinch his cheek. “mkay, i’ll remember next time, promise. but only if you match with me tonight.” he says as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “alright fine, since you asked so nicely.” you huff, grabbing the pajamas and making your way towards your bathroom to shower. seishiro is lounging around in his new pajama pants when you step out of the bathroom. “sei, what happened to matching?” he turns his attention away from his phone, passes you his pajama shirt and says, “you always look better in mine, sweetheart.”

OLIVER AIKU - bikini

he likes looking at women in swimsuits, trust he’s gonna know the latest and most flattering styles

he just wants you to look your best when y’all go on vacay together!

reminds him of how you two met

“oliver! come tie the strings on this for me.” your voice rings out and oliver comes running to help. he takes the strings and gently ties them into a neat knot. “you look so pretty, baby.” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck before wrapping his arms around your waist and admiring you in the mirror in front of him. “doesn’t this remind you of how we met?” you giggle, turning in his arms to rest your forehead against his. “how could i ever forget?” he questions, thinking back to that incredible summer several years ago. high off his first big win in the pro leagues he’d found himself on vacation at the beach. you were there for a friend's wedding, fresh off a disastrous breakup with your ex. he’d charmed you with compliments and the two of you stumbled into bed together on several occasions before parting ways, but not before swapping numbers and promises to keep in touch. the two of you made things official the following summer and ever since then going to the beach every summer has become a tradition. “meeting my summer fairy was the best thing to ever happen to me.” he says before pressing a searing kiss to your lips.

ITOSHI RIN - evening gown

you're his princess ofc he's gonna buy you a dress to fit that title

studies your wardrobe for a while to make sure he’s getting one with a good color and a fabric that doesn’t bother you

he browses for so long that he just says fuck it and goes to a designer to have one custom made

rin honestly can’t believe this, isn’t paris supposed to be known as a fashion powerhouse? the fact that he can’t find something perfect for his princess is beyond ridiculous. he gives up after weeks of browsing and calls in a favor from a manager at the club who has connections to a renowned designer who’s willing to make him exactly what he’s looking for. a few weeks later he’s handing you an extravagantly wrapped box, “an early christmas present.” he explains. you open it and pull out a beautiful floor length gown. “rin it’s stunning!” you throw your arms around his neck before rushing away to try it on. “come zip me up?” you ask, and rin complies, walking over to you and zipping the dress up. “it fits perfect rin, did you get this tailored?” you question. “i had it made just for you, the stores didn’t have anything nice.” rin responds, sweeping you off your feet. “only the best for my princess.”

#blue lock #blue lock manga #bllk headcanons #bllk fluff #blue lock x reader #nagi seishiro #oliver aiku #itoshi rin #nagi x reader #oliver aiku x reader #itoshi rin x reader #kaiserthread

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greengoblinswifey · 2 years

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My Pretty Girl

Eddie Munson x Fem!Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: (Spoiler free) Eddie's horny and he needs you, even if it means taking you in a random classroom.

Warnings: Smut, praise kink, classroom sex, fingering, oral sex(f receiving), pet names, creampie, spit as lubrication.

A/N: not my gif and requests are open!

Eddie was the absolute love of your life, something no one expected. You were the pretty, popular cheerleader dating the weird cult leader of the Hellfire club. It was a bit cliche to you, maybe not? Everyone expected you to be with someone like Jason but he was a bit of a dick. Eddie was sweet, funny, passionate about his club and he loved you--and weed.

"Hey baby," he greeted, closing your locker. You hadn't seen him all morning. You smiled brightly and he tilted your chin up to kiss him. You cupped his cheek and melted into the kiss but pulled away when Dustin shuddered.

"Please don't eat each other's faces off in the hallway," Dustin said.

You playfully stuck out your tongue at him and waved goodbye as he left.

"Love that shirt on you," Eddie smirked, referring to the Hellfire Club shirt over your cheerleading top. Despite not officially being in the club you'd wear Eddie's shirt or the one you owned around school earning stares and whispers. Let's just say the school didn't quite approve of your relationship with the 'freak' but no one ever said it for you to actually hear. Even if they did, he was the one you wanted, you didn't care about what they thought.

"Why thank you kind sir," you giggled.

He wrapped his arms around you and you laid your head on his chest, inhaling his scent that brought you comfort.

"Are you high?" you chuckled, knowing the answer.

"That and I'm also horny." You couldn't deny that being so close to him made you horny, even if you were at school.

"Well, we can't do anything about that right now can we Ed?" you shrugged and turned to walk away. He did exactly what you wanted him to do. His rough hand gripped your wrist and pulled you flush against his chest.

"You and me both know we can," he said, leaning down into you ear, sending shivers throughout your body. God, how did you get so lucky.

He lifted you up, catching you by surprise and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was passionate--hungry, and he walked with you, breaking it periodically so he could look around and open the door of an empty classroom. He laid you on the teacher's desk and locked the door behind him. Thankfully, you were on lunch break and the halls and classrooms were empty so he could have you without being interrupted.

His soft lips attacked yours again before he moved down to your neck, nipping and sucking. You let out breathy moans when he reached the sweet spot on your neck. You'd probably have to borrow some concealer from Chrissy to cover up the mark he would surely leave.

"I have the most beautiful girlfriend in all of Hawkins," Eddie beamed. He wasn't just saying it to make you feel good, he truly believed it. He never imagined you would give him the light of day a year ago when he asked you out but to his and everyone else's shock, you agreed to the date and you had been inseparable since.

"And I have the most handsome boyfriend in all of Hawkins." He didn't bother pulling your tops from your body, only riding them and your bra up so he could place his hands on your breasts.

"Eddie," you moaned when he pinched your nipples. He swore his cock throbbed in his pants when you moaned his name. No matter how many times he heard it the effect was always the same.

"Need you so bad," you whined.

"Patience princess." He spread your legs and slipped off your panties and tights. "I'll be keeping these," he winked, placing the lace black panties in his back pocket. You vividly remember there being a box of your underwear under his bed or maybe you were just high out of your mind.

"Always so wet for me. I'm in love with you," he smirked. All you could do was moan his name in response as he leaned down and licked from your sopping entrance to your clit. Pleasure coursed through your veins and your body shivered when he continuously flicked your bundle of nerves. His skilled tongue focused on your clit and he slipped a finger into your hole.

"J-just like that Ed," you moaned, your back arching off the desk. He slowly pumped his finger inside you, curling it and hitting the spot inside you that made your toes curl. The flicking of his tongue sped up, and he felt your walls clamp around his finger.

"Oh you gonna cum princess? Wanna cum for me sweetheart?"

"Yes, please, please," you pleaded, feeling the knot in your abdomen close to snapping.

"Go ahead my pretty girl, cum for me," he said, huskily. As soon as Eddie gave you the go ahead, the coil burst and your toes curled as your orgasm washed over you. His tongue lapped up your juices and he took his finger from your pussy and brought it to your lips. You obediently took it into your mouth and sucked off your juices.

"Taste how sweet you are?" he asked, unbuttoning his black jeans.

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath from the after effects of your high. He pulled out his pink, veiny cock and put his hand to your lips. You spat on his hand and he used it as lubrication for his already wet cock and stroked it slowly.

"Eddie, please," you begged, needing to feel him inside you before the lunch break came to an end.

"As you wish darling." Your jaw dropped feeling him fill you to the brim. Eddie was no small man, and no matter how many times you had sex, his size and how good he felt always left you amazed.

"Fuck, you feel so good, clenching around me so well," Eddie moaned. His chocolate brown eyes rolled into the back of his head as he rolled his hips to meet yours, relishing in your wetness.

He nuzzled his nose into your neck as he fucked you, rocking the desk as he did. It was a bit romantic, really.

"Oh- oh fuck me Eddie," you whimpered, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix. Your hands gripped his long, brown hair, tugging and pushing him into your neck.

"That's exactly what I'm doing princess," he said, letting out a breathy chuckle. His hands roamed your body and found your breasts again, squeezing them and adding to your pleasure.

Hearing your soft whimpers and moans in his ear made his balls tighten and he knew he needed to cum. But not until you did.

"Oh God, yes!" Eddie!" He kissed your lips to contain your loud moans as he fucked into you rougher and faster. He was deep in your guts, exactly where he always wanted to be.

Your walls clenched around his cock as his strokes grew more powerful.

"Ed- shit, I'm gonna-" You were unable to finish your sentence before your orgasm ripped through you like a sharp knife and you chanted his name over and over like a prayer.

"That's my good girl, my pretty girl, my perfect little cheerleader," he praised. He continued fucking you through your high, holding your hips tightly so you wouldn't topple over.

"You feel so good baby, just gotta cum inside you," he moaned. You didn't answer, just the thought of Eddie releasing inside you, was enough to make you moan.

Feeling you clench around him even tighter, indicated you wanted it as much as he did.

"That's it. Fuck. Take my cum, take all of it like the perfect girl you are," he growled. His warm release spurted inside you, filling you to the brim. Your pussy milked him of all he had and he allowed his cock to soften inside you before he pulled out.

"Good girl, my good girl," he said, pecking your lips.

You played with his long hair as he fixed your shirt and your bra. As expected, you didn't get your underwear back, all you could do was pull up your tights under your short skirt and pray no one would see the large wet patch in the middle.

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No Touching

Pairing - possessive!Rafe Cameron x stripper!poguereader

Summary- you’ve been fooling around with Rafe but never made it official, he becomes possessive.

Warnings- stripping, lap dance, mention of sexual services, mention of cocaine, language, mention of a gun, unprotected sexual intercourse, fingering, choking, slapping, hair pulling. (18+)

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You had been working at the strip club for the past two years, on your first night you noticed Rafe and his friends. They slipped a few bills in your thong and let you move onto the next group.

You had expected them to say a few harsh words about being a pogue but apparently it was different when they were behind the doors of a strip club.

You saw Rafe every fortnight, dressed in his black suit and hair disheveled. He always tipped you nicely, his eyes on you wherever you went.

Finally after a few months he put cash down and ordered a private dance, you hadn’t expected him not to touch you. Instead he lets you dance, enticing him into putting his hands on you.

“I’m not going to pay to touch you princess”

You halted your movements, looking down at him from your straddle position. “So… why pay $300?”

“Because I wanted to be alone with you”

“Okay?”

“Going to have you begging me to touch you by the time the hour is up”.

You in fact did beg him, practically forced his hands on you by the end of it. Your tiny little panties were drenched. Your thighs slick with arousal, he still didn’t touch you that night.

It went on like that for a few more months until he finally laid his hands upon your skin, it was a soft brush of the fingertips to your bare thigh, his fingers trailed up the length of your stomach until they grasped your naked breast.

From that moment on you couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t get enough of you.

Your ‘relationship’ was strictly physical, no one could know about the two of you. His father would throw a fit knowing his son, the man who is meant to take over the company, was sleeping with not only a stripper but a pogue. You also didn’t like the fact that he was snorting cocaine nearly every night, something you didn’t want to get mixed up with.

You were at work like any other night, your legs began to ache, body twirling around the silver pole. The only piece of clothing on your body was a teeny tiny black thong. Your feet dressed in sky high heels, cash spread all over the stage floor.

You brought yourself down from the pole, swaying your hips to the beat of the music. Chewing softly on a piece of mint gum, your eyes skimmed the sea of men and women.

You brought yourself down to your knees, crawling the space of the stage until you were in front of a gentleman who looked to be dressed in Armani. His cologne invading your nostrils, you moved yourself to a seating position.

Spreading your legs for him, instinctively he reaches out to touch you. “Uh uh… no touching” you stated, grabbing his hand. Your fingers walk up the length of his arm until they tickle his lips.

“You want to touch?” You question, his Adam's Apple bobs along with his head. “Yeah”.

“Private dances cost $300” “shit”

He turned away from you and stalked back to his friends, his shoulders slumped in defeat. You picked yourself back up and began dancing to the music again.

Running your fingers through your long locks, massaging your tits. Your eyes fall back on the gentleman from before, $300 in his hands this time.

You give him a smile and click your fingers behind you, a body guard steps out from behind the dark red curtain and helps you down from the stage.

“This way”

Jeff, your bodyguard of the night grabbed the man by his shoulders and pushed him along to the lotus room, this is where you do private dances. The place where they can touch and you can charge extra for certain services.

Just as you step over the threshold a hand grabs your shoulder, pulling you backwards.

“What are you doing?”

“Rafe!”

His eyes are dark, blown out, brows furrowed in anger. You can see the slight shake to his body, gun in his hand. There is a white speck of dust just under his nose, you want to kick him. Tell him to get the fuck out of the club, he shouldn’t be here while he was high.

“I’m working Rafe”

“Uh-uh… no way.” He starts waving the gun in the air, pointing in the direction of the lotus room. Your heart is racing, he wouldn’t kill someone. Not because you were doing your job. Right?

“You need to leave… come back another night” you hushed, reaching for his wrist that held the gun but he pulled it back.

His hand is on your shoulder again, this time he squeezes. You let out a cry and grab his wrist, he’s much stronger than you. “Rafe!”

“Sir.. you need to leave now”

A voice from behind him startles you, your boss stands tall surrounded by security.

Rafe turns to hold the gun out in front of him again, he looks manic. Manic enough to kill a club full of people just to get to you.

“He’s going to hurt you in there”

“No he isn’t”

“Trust me”

Your eyes meet him finally, his facial expressions have softened. You hated how he had control over you, even when he was 6 lines deep.

You hold your hand up to the men surrounding him and pull him closer to you. “Why do you think he’s going to hurt me?”

“I heard him and his friends talking in the bathroom… betting he could have you crying before the hour is up”

“Come in with me then… stand behind the curtain. I give you full permission to beat his ass if he does anything”

“Or… I’ll give you $300 a hour to come home with me”

“Rafe….”

“I’m serious.. come home with me. Fuck my dad… fuck anyone who wants to talk shit.. fuck them”

You find yourself nodding, turning to whisper into Jeff’s ear. You don’t miss Rafe placing the gun in the back of his pants and stepping into the lotus room though, his fist meets the man's face. Knocking him down onto the floor, he lands a few more punches before he’s pulled off.

“It’s okay! He’s coming with me” you yelled, grabbing a hold of Rafe. You pull him towards the back, racing around to pull clothes on and pack your bag.

“You didn’t have to punch him… I’m going to be in so much trouble tomorrow”

“No you won’t… I won’t let anyone hurt you… say anything bad about you”

“Ha okay Rafe… let’s go”

You follow him out, he opens his car door for you. Before you know it, you're parked outside of Tanny Hill. The lights are off and there are no cars in sight, you let him lead you into the house.

He takes you to his room, letting you take in the pictures that line the staircase. His eyes watch you as your fingers caress the photos of him.

“This is my room”

You nod, stepping into the room. You place your backpack down onto a chair and walk around the room, taking in everything that belonged to him.

You hadn’t expected the room to be so tidy, not a single school trophy out of place.

“It’s nice”

“It’s alright”

He steps towards you, his fingers hold your throat softly. Eyes staring down at you, if it was possible you would have been able to see all the words flying around in his brain. “What?” You question, his thumb traces small circles on your neck.

“Why do you do it?” He asks, you go to pull away from him but he holds you a little tighter. The apples of your cheeks redden with lack of air.

“Rafe” you choke, his fingers loosen again but you stay where you are. Not game enough to step away from him again, he was still in a mood.

“I need the money… you know why I do it” you roll your eyes, annoyed that he keeps bringing this topic up. How many times can one tell someone something until it finally wedges itself in their brain?

“I hate it… I hate that you have to sell yourself”

“Not all of us are rich” He shakes his head, pulling you closer to him this time. His lips are on yours for a brief moment.

“Stop Rafe… how many lines of coke have you done?” You question, his fingers fall from your throat. You take this opportunity to step away from him, B lining for your bag.

“Hey hey… don’t leave” he demands, grabbing your forearm and pulling you against him. Your back against his hard chest. His arm is wrapped around your waist and one in your throat. “Don’t leave”.

You can feel his breath on the back of your neck, before it’s replaced by his lips, his free hand travels up the length of your arm and brushes over your chest.

“Rafe” you stutter, your knees growing weak from the soft touches. He holds you tight against him, walking you towards his bed. “We shouldn’t”.

“We should” his lips suck on your throat, leaving behind a nice purple bruise. He still has one arm wrapped around your waist while the other starts to pull your dress up to your hips, your legs opening up for him.

“So wet already” he states, his fingers toy with your pussy. Soaking his fingers with your arousal before inserting them inside of you.

You grip his head whilst he kisses you, moaning deep into his mouth. You want to cry out from the feeling of his fingers, massaging your puffy clit. “Shit… we need to stop”.

“No we don’t… just stay quiet, such a good girl”.

His fingers are pulled out from within you, leaving a dull ache deep inside. His pants are pulled down enough for his cock to be free, holding it within his hand.

Your throat is dry as you watch him pump himself slowly, enticing you to touch. That’s exactly what you do, reaching down between the two of you, your hand grasps his cock.

Pre cum dribbles from the tip, you're about to drop to your knees but he catches you, spinning you back around and pushing your top half down against the bed.

Your ass is up high, plump and begging to be spanked. He does just that, leaving behind a deep red mark of his hand. “Ouch!” You cry, wriggling under him.

He reaches for your wrists and holds them behind your back, He presses the tip of his cock to your hole.

You had to admit, you had a secret love for when Rafe was high, his stamina was unbeatable, his cock could stay hard for hours. You could milk him dry and he’d still want to fuck you again and again.

He pushes himself deep inside of you, you press your mouth against the duvet. Crying out into the soft material, his hand meets your ass cheek again. Leaving behind a dull sting. “Don’t hide those pretty noises” he orders, gripping your long hair and pulling you away from the mattress.

“Let me hear you scream my name… I want to hear you cry for my cock”.

His hips meet your ass roughly, his balls slapping against your swollen bud. “Fuck! Rafe… yeah harder!”.

The grip around your hair becomes tighter and his hips faster, your walls sucking him deeper and deeper.

“No man will ever touch you again… ever!”

“Just you Rafe, only you!”

He pulls out of you and spins you around, he's on his back and you’re crawling up his body. Hovering over his hard cock, your arousal coats his skin.

“Ride me now!”

You're dropping down on him, letting out a moan in delight as he hits you deep. With each roll of your hips your swollen clit nudges his skin, causing extra pleasure you rush through you.

Your hands pressed firmly to his chest, head thrown back as you rode him for dear life. Chasing that familiar ecstasy, his eyes are on you. Drinking in the look of pleasure upon your face.

“Yes, just like that baby girl” he groans, his abs clenching as he holds onto his orgasm that is beginning to bubble. He wanted you to come first, he reaches his fingers down and begins to rub circles on your clit, emitting a loud moan of pleasure from within you.

“Oh god oh god” you cry, your heart is racing as you bounce on top of him. Toes curled, a light sweat begins to form on your skin. “Rafe!”.

Your fingers scratch against his chest, leaving behind deep red lines. Your warning goes unspoken as you come around his cock, arousal soaking him. Buzzing goes off in your ear drums as your orgasm hits you hard.

He takes the glazed look in your eyes and comes, Spurting his seed deep inside of you, moans and groans bounce off the four walls. His grips on your hips are harsh and will leave bruising but you didn’t care at this moment.

“You're all mine”.

You collapse on top of him, his arms wrap around your waist. Breathing in the scent of your hair, you lay like this for a few minutes.

Pulling yourself away from him finally you stand to get yourself dressed, you need to go home, you need to call your boss and straighten everything out.

“I’m serious y/n… your mine, your not going back to that place”

“Rafe-“

“No… your mine.”

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paigesprincesa · 1 month

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rafe x fresa!reader

you were just so sweet. that’s what rafe had thought when he watched you walk into the country club for the first time in your pink off the shoulder mini dress that flared out just below your ass and your vintage manolo blahnik kitten heels. you tittered behind your parents greeting the people you were acquainted with. your freshly blown out hair bounced as you let out little giggles that were music to his ears. he had heard about you, the princess from mexico who’s parents wanted a change of scenery and networking opportunities in america . how you ended up in kildare of all places was a mystery, yet he was glad you did. the two of you made eye contact as your eyes scanned the room, your glossy lips widening into a smile upon seeing him. he raised his glass of scotch towards you in acknowledgment, a smirk present on his face. your cheeks turned pink as you blushed at his attention, looking down at your pink pedicured feet. he stood up from the bar and sauntered over to you, towering over you once he was in your presence.

“hi, haven’t seen you around here, i’m rafe cameron.”

you had heard about him from some of the other girls you had met so far. he was a notorious playboy with quite he reputation. still you couldn’t help but be drawn to him, eager to make a good impression.

“sí, claro, i just moved here from mexico.”

“ah yes i’ve heard a little about you.”

your smile widened at the fact that people had mentioned you to him. you hoped it made you seem important and mysterious, a dream girl of sorts.

“all good things i hope”, you shamelessly flirted.

“of course princess, or should i say princesa.”

you giggled at the nickname he had already given you.

“it rolls off your tongue nicely, me gusta.”

“so how about you let me be your official kildare tour guide and show you the ropes of this place”, he suggested, his hand sliding around your waist.

“i would be honored, uno momento.”

you turned to your mother and tapped her shoulder, gaining her attention.

“mama, este es rafe cameron, mi nuevo amigo, me mostrará la ciudad.” (“mama this is rafe cameron, my new friend he’s going to show me around town”.)

“está bien cariño, diviérte.” (“okay my darling, have fun.”)

you turned back to rafe and allowed him to lead you out of the country club and into his truck that was already awaiting you with the valet.

“so you just knew i would say yes”, you giggled.

“no, but i was really hoping you would.”

he took your soft, manicured hand in his as he helped you hoist yourself up into the truck. he closed the door softly behind you before running around to the driver’s side and climbing in.

“i’m gonna show you all the wonders of kildare princesa, you’re gonna love it here.”

you looked at him, his buzz cut shaven head, bright blue eyes, and that smirk that you adored already and nodded.

“i already do.”

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a/n: this is tongue-in-cheek. being married to a pro hero can sometimes grate on your nerves if they’re not made of steel. cw brief child mention.

the first thing you notice before you park your car that Friday night is that your mailbox is full to bursting -

and that’s not even an exaggeration.

katsuki gets a lot of fanmail - drawings from kids who are inspired by the pro hero Dynamight and heartfelt greeting cards from the families of people he’s saved (and even those he’s regrettably failed to save), but despite how reassuring those can be, there are a few that get on your last nerve no matter how gracious you try to be:

the characteristic perfume-scented letters by the most annoying fan club he has - Dynamight’s Damsels.

there’s already a zero in creativity for the name, but it’s less about them being lame and more about the sheer audacity of it all. you’re not exactly sure how they manage to find every single place your husband has lived in since he became an official pro, and you’re not exactly sure why it’s legal to stalk anyone to this extent, let alone a married man, but there’s not much you can do about it - sending lightly used panties is apparently not a crime, nor is writing fanfiction that poorly characterizes him, even if it is graphic. it’s weird, no one will argue that, but not illegal. and especially given his level of fame and adoration, is to be expected.

but sometimes there’s a limit. today they’ve gone full force and sent many packages on top of letters, probably because it was his birthday last week and the mailman had the kindness to hold off on the nonsense until your private festivities died down. picking up as many letters as you can carry in your handbag, you plug your nose and make it into your house.

katsuki’s come back early today, and has your sleeping baby girl tied to his back while he prepares dinner; even though his back is turned, you know he knows you’ve returned.

he turns and grins, and then his smile immediately fades when he can see the frown on yours.

“what’s wrong, princess?”

“your harem misses you, katsuki,” you reply, keeping your voice sickeningly sweet. with that, you dump what looks like a sea of letters, all with a classic seal, ‘DD’, in cursive, onto the dinner table and he immediately starts fussing at you before realizing he’s going to wake the baby and dropping his voice.

“don’t put that shit on the table! we don’t know where it’s been!” he says in a hushed yet harsh tone.

“why are you worried? your girls would never poison you,” you grin, but your smile doesn’t completely reach your eyes. “they are sooooo in love with you after all.” you roll your eyes and shake out your bag, lest an expensive bra fall out or an oddly familiar assumption about the man you married.

he groans, and turns dinner once, then lowers the heat and moves over to collect the envelopes and toss them in the automatic trash bin.

“stop getting mad at me for their behavior. it’s not like this shit isn’t affecting me too,” he quips. then he walks over to you, frowning again, but differently this time, and you can tell he’s waiting for something.

“what?” you ask, holding onto the strap of your purse. you’re pouting and he’s pouting and you’re both standing in the kitchen and dinner will be ready in 30.

“where’s my kiss?”

you narrow your eyes.

“ask katsukispuppy.” you reply, cruelly before walking past him.

“BABE!”

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