#wonderful accessory package

[milla-frenchy]

3 hours

3k1 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 Summary: Joel surprises you with a present Warnings: 18+ mdni. PWP. Established relationship, sexting, sex toy, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, spitting, spanking, size kink, praise kink, oral (f/m), ball sucking, rimming, ass play, dp, cum play.  No age specified, no outbreak a/n: same couple: 5 days collection, but can be read alone @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog thank you for correcting me babyyyyy 💕🫶🫂

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“What is it?”

Your eyes lit up when you saw the gift package. It was magnificent. All black, both box and ribbon. You looked up at Joel, who was staring at you with a smile.

“The best way to find out is to open it, isn’t it?”

You pulled on one of the ribbons and lifted the top part of the box, to discover a dildo resting on black satin. The dark pink of the accessory contrasted with all the black. You couldn't take your eyes off it, because of its size. Long, wide and…with a familiar shape.

“You can take it out of the box, it ain’t gonna bite you. Yet.” He didn't hide his amusement when he saw your face. When you picked up the sex toy, you said “oh my god Joel, is this…?”

“A replica, yeah. You've said so many times that you wish I had two cocks, so I could stuff two of your holes at the same time...You're such a good girl for me that you deserve to have what you want. And to take them both.”

You widened your eyes.

“Oh fuck…are you really gonna fuck me with your cock and this…at the same time?” you asked, taking it in your hand and staring at it.

"What is it? My baby’s afraid of taking these two big cocks?” he laughed.

“Well…yeah! I’m worried about my poor pussy and ass and I wonder how they’ll resist this assault.”

“I’m sure they’ll do well. They might be a little sore, though. Ok baby, bedroom, now. I’ve waited all day for this. Time to soak this toy.”

He followed you to the hall, his hands caressing the roundness of your ass on the way through your clothes. He pinned you against the wall on your way to the bedroom, your ass clenched in his hands as he crashed his mouth against yours and searched for your tongue with his. With his body pressed to yours, you felt his hard cock against your pussy, and you were already moaning into his mouth. A few moments later, he grabbed your hand and stopped you again, squeezing your breasts in his hands and licking your neck. Like so many other times before, it took you several minutes to finally cross the threshold of the room. 

Some other days, you didn't even make it to the bedroom, he would fuck you in the hall, against the wall - his jeans pooled around his ankles and your dress bunched up over your hips, your back hitting the wall every time he thrust in you.

But this time he wouldn’t fuck you there. He wanted to watch the dildo sink into you, to see it covered by your wetness while he would be fucking you with it and sucking  on your clit at the same time. Feeling his cock so hard that it would almost be painful. Vainly wishing his precum would flow and slide to the back of your throat or in your pussy, mixing with your wetness. But he wouldn’t let his cock control his will. Tonight, he would take his time, and he would watch your pussy and your ass getting fucked by two of his cocks. 

Once in the bedroom, you placed the sex toy on the bed, and Joel sat in the chair in the corner of the room. It was dark and he turned on the soft light on the bedside table.

“Undress, sweetheart. But keep your heels on.”

You started by unbuttoning your blouse, sliding your hand down your chest before removing the garment.

“Face the mirror, baby”, he said, resting his back against the back of the chair to get comfortable. You were not far from him, offering him the view of your back. You unzipped the seam of your skirt before letting it slide down your thighs, revealing your black panties, which completed the ensemble with your bra. Another gift from Joel. You removed your feet from the skirt, nudging it lightly with your foot, to the side. The large mirror allowed you to see Joel in the reflection. When you unclasped your bra, he bit his lower lip and you smiled. You slid that garment off as well, revealing your breasts. Your nipples were hard from the slight cool air that seeped into the room through the half-open window.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said between deep breaths.

You smiled, feeling warmth reach your cheeks upon hearing him. He had always known how to turn off the fire of your insecurities with his words, the way he touched you and looked at you. You took a deep breath as you hooked your thumbs under the seam of your panties and pulled them down your thighs.

“It would be easier if you leaned forward to remove them, sweetheart.”

Your cheeks heated up even more, but you didn’t hesitate. So you kept your legs straight, and you slid the fabric down to your ankles, leaning forward until you offered yourself to his view.

“Wait, stay like this,” he murmured. “Shit, baby…Already killin’ me, and I haven't touched you yet. Spread your ass for me, will you?”

You grabbed your ass cheeks with your hands and offered yourself entirely to his sight. Your pussy was already drooling. A few hours before coming back home, he had been texting you and since then you couldn't stop thinking about the moment he would finally fuck you.

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Joel: You left before I woke up this morning, sweetheart

What are you wearing?

You: Yeah, you were sleeping so deeply, didn't want to wake you up 

Pastel floral blouse and a black skirt

J: Show me

Y: ?

J: Take a picture, show me

Y: *sends picture*

J: Fuck

These buttons are dying to be ripped off

But your blouse would look even better on the bedroom floor

Y: *sends another picture* 

J: Fuckin’ hell, you naughty girl

In a few hours it will be my hand squeezing your breast while my mouth will be sucking on the other one

Y: Are you hard, Mr Miller?

J: Sure as hell I am. 

*sends picture*

Y: Fuck, Joel. 

[You saw the precum glistening on the tip of his cock sticking out of his pants. The picture made you salivate.]

J: Heading to a meeting in 5 minutes, time to cool off. Three hours, baby

Y: See you later baby🫦

You made yourself cum in the bathroom at work, to release the tension that wouldn't leave your pussy, pursing your lips together, hoping no one would hear your moans.

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“Stand up, sweetheart. Did you touch yourself at work after seeing my cock?”

“Yes, I did. Of course I did. Wanted it so bad.”

You heard him take a deep breath.

“Take off your shoes and lie down on the bed. And show me how you did it.”

You sat on the bed to take your shoes off, and his gaze was fixed on your breasts pressed against your knees. Then you laid on your back and spread your legs wide, knees slightly bent, easily sliding your middle finger along your wet folds.

“Add a finger baby. This little pussy is dying to get filled.”

Your index finger dove into your pussy, joining your other digit. Eyes fixed on you, Joel unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. The light from the lamp allowed you to see the precum beading. He ran his thumb over it and spread it out, stroking his shaft lazily. Your breathing quickened at the same pace as your fingers.

You heard the movement of his wrist speed up until he suddenly stopped, stood up and took off his T-shirt, then his jeans and boxers. He stopped for a few seconds, naked in front of the bed, and god he was beautiful. Even though you were dying to feel him against you, looking at him stopped time and you were breathless enough to pause the movements of your fingers.

“Are you really looking at me like I'm a piece of meat, baby?”, he laughed.

“I mean, that's a beautiful and appetizing piece of meat, sir…”

“Jesus…you’re such a dork. Just like me.”

You laughed, until he kneeled on the bed and crawled towards you. He laid against you, warming your body with his and you felt his hard cock against your hip. Your nipples were hard, pressed to his torso. You caressed his cheek with your hand, while the other squeezed his bicep. Taking the time to look at him, to see the feelings you had for each other filling the silence of the room. He leaned towards you for a kiss. He was taking his time too. Not like in the hall. He placed small kisses on the corner of your lips, along your cheek and to your neck, then your earlobe that he bit lightly. He was gently rubbing his soft mustache against your skin, before coming back to your mouth and pressing his lips against yours. His tongue was playing with your lips, licking them. Impatient, you let yours escape to come meet his. The two tangled, and your pussy kept drooling. He grabbed your chin in his hand, and said “open, baby.”

You parted your lips, watching him drop his saliva from his mouth, and you swallowed it. Again, his lips were glued to yours. You felt him breathing hard and you couldn't hold it anymore, you grabbed his hand and brought it to your pussy. You used it to release the pressure burning your core, first. But quickly, you let go of his wrist to press his fingers at your entrance.

“Shit, sweetheart, she’s drooling for me, isn’t she?”

“She is, Joel…fuck her with your fingers, please.”

Two of his fingers were inside you, your hand holding his wrist, rubbing against your clit, you fastened your movements, your hips rolling towards him.

“Gonna come baby? Gonna clench around my fingers?”

“Yes, Joel, please…please don’t stop.”

“I won’t baby…of course I won’t. Cum for me”, he murmured, his hand stroking your hair, and his eyes locked with yours. You squeezed his wrist when you came, keeping his fingers buried in your cunt. “Fuck…fuck that’s so good, Joel.”

He kissed your forehead and let his digits in you until your hand released his wrist. He reached down to grab the dildo.

“The next time you’ll cum, it’ll be on this. And then you’ll suck it. Wanna see your face up close, while you are sucking my second cock.”

You nodded, letting him use you however he wanted. He positioned the sex toy at your entrance, and quickly slid it in. You were so wet that he bottomed out in one go, making you moan as you felt your folds let it in. You were missing the warmth of his cock, but the spreading sensations were the same.

“Damn Joel…it really feels like your cock.”

He smiled before caressing one of your breasts and taking the second one into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl over it. He parted from you just long enough to say “told you I’d take care of your tits.”

He kept fucking you with the dildo, his mouth on the nipple, as you were stroking his brown curls. You already felt the heat flood your lower stomach again. He left it buried inside you while placing kisses on your breasts, your stomach, all the way to your crotch. He looked at you as his mouth landed on your clit and started sucking on it, pumping the dildo in and out of your pussy again. His hand clenched tightly on it, filling your core and sucking your clit at the same time, making you dig your nails into his scalp. You bent your knees further, as if you wanted him to push it deeper, and allowing him to devour you more.

“Fuck, fuck…Joel. I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, oh my god.”

When you came he left his tongue against your clit to feel your trembling, just regretted not feeling you squeeze his cock. His little licks on your clit overstimulated you but he didn't let you pull his mouth away from you, grunting until you finished cumming.

He carefully removed the dildo, adding “soaked, exactly how I wanted it.”

He brought it to your mouth, pushing the tip in lightly. He wanted to see you play with your tongue while he watched you.

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” he asked next.

He stood up facing you, the sex toy and his cock in front of your mouth. His tip was reddened and covered in precum. You licked then sucked both of them in turn, looking up at him.

“Fuckin’ hell. Suckin’ these two cocks like a pro.”

His praise turned you on and all you could think about was the moment he would fuck you with both. He moved the dildo aside and took his cock in hand, holding it against his stomach, jerking himself gently, and presenting his balls to you.

“Suck my balls baby. Yeah, just like that…damn you do it good. Fuck yeah, right here…right here.”

You applied yourself, sometimes sliding your tongue as close as possible to his scrotum, just the way he liked it.

“Alright, baby. Shit you're gonna make me cum, sucking my balls like that. On all fours now.”

You waited for him, ass in the air, as he was taking the lube from the nightstand.

“Fuck sweetheart, I could cum just by seeing you offering me your holes like that.”

He knelt down, spreading your ass cheeks wide with his hands, and pushed his tongue into your pussy, his nose resting against your ass. He devoured your pussy and the overstimulation made you squirm, your body trying to escape his grip despite you. But he held your hips tightly and had no intention of letting you go. He then slid his tongue up to your ass, the tip of it playing with your tight muscle, softening it more and more. When he grabbed the sex toy and pushed it into your pussy, you bit your hand to prevent you from losing your mind. He continued relaxing your ass, while fucking you with the dildo and you wondered if you were going to cum again without him even touching your clit.

He stood up, cutting your inner questioning short, placing a hand on your hip and said “gonna fuck this little pussy first…she'd be mad at me if I only take care of your ass, wouldn't she?”

He slid his shaft against your folds to cover it with your wetness, thrust in and bottomed out, and your response got stuck in your throat, your forehead resting against the gray sheets. You felt his saliva reach your ass, and his thumb pushed it into your tight ring.

“Fuck, sweet baby girl…I’m gonna ruin you and make you scream on these cocks.”

You already had tears in your eyes from the pleasure you felt. Without stopping thrusting into you, he took the lube and applied some to your ass. He spread your buttocks then your ring with his hands, before spitting on it again then reapplying lube, still thrusting in.

“Damn baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good. Somehow I hope you won’t even remember my name.”

And you actually thought that it was possible. He thrust in faster and harder, as if he was having a hard time resigning himself to leaving your pussy.

“Shit…ok, baby. Time to share you with my second cock.”

He pulled out and applied lube on his cock, before pushing the dildo into your pussy in one go, moving it in and out, then held it all the way in. He pressed his cock against your ring, and you held your breath. His tip buried itself in your ass. “Fuck”, you whimpered, when the whole crown thrust in and he stopped there. You were leaning on your forearms, face in the sheets. You heard Joel breathing heavily, trying to calm down.

“My baby’s such a slut. Letting me use all her holes like a damn whore.”

He pulled out before shoving half of his cock in. “Fuck, fuck Joel, too much!”

“What’s the safe word, sweetheart?”

“Fuck, it’s… it's “arrow.”

“Ok. If you want me to stop, you say it and I’ll stop. But if you don’t, you’re gonna keep takin’ it. So, do you have something to tell me?”

You shook your head no, and he thrust in slowly until his balls slapped your pussy.

“Fuck, Joel!!!”

“I know baby, I know. It’s too much, isn’t it? Couldn’t help it, now that I know you just want to take it. That your slutty moans are only there to turn me on even more, aren’t they baby? And that's perfect, ‘cause I love fucking your ass. ”

He pulled back before thrusting in again, clamming your second hole as your pussy was filled by the dildo.

“Fuck…your ass is so fuckin’ tight…can feel the sex toy filling your pussy, fuck…”

He tightened his grip on the sex toy, and fucked both of your holes at the same time. Stuffing them. And you felt full.

“Look at you, taking these two fat cocks, damn.”

Your tears were now falling onto the pillow, in a mixture of pain and pleasure. You were letting him use you and you wanted nothing else in the world. 

“Gonna fuck you rough now, baby. Ya ready?”

You nodded, unable to speak.

“Damn, can’t speak anymore, I already ruined you. I thought you weren’t fragile, Mrs Miller?”

“F…fuck…Joel…I’m…I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you. I’m…fuck. I’m not fragile. I’m just…having a moment”, and you managed to laugh weakly.

“You'll kill me when I'm done fucking this ass”, he smiled and spanked you. His grunts made you lose your mind as he was fucking your holes mercilessly, finally making you scream.

“Shit, shit, gonna come baby. Oh fuck. Fuck! Gonna fill you up. Gonna fill that tight ass.”

He froze when his cum spurted into your ass, but kept fucking you slower with the dildo, groaning about how good you were for him, how much he loved to fuck you. Then he withdrew from both of your holes, spreading your ass to see his cum, pushing in the drops that were beading at the entrance with his finger. 

He turned you on your back, and pushed two fingers into your pussy, his mouth resting on your clit to make you cum one last time. Your hands held his head against you, your hips lifting into him as you finished cumming in his mouth and on his fingers.

He kissed you, rolled on his back and said “happy birthday sweetheart”, smiling, and wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand.

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“SUREAL SATISFACTION” K. S. Pt. 2

…part 2. I keep my promises. 🖤 I MIGHT write a pt 3..not to sure about that yet....

[ MDNI ]

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"…and then sign here for this one." The delivery man held out his iPad for you, resting the electronic pen in your hand with a smile, and despite your nerves running rampant, you flashed one back before scribbling letters that somewhat resembled Seungmin's name.

It wasn't perfect, but it was good enough for you.

"Alright, thank you, miss. Have a wonderful evening." He took his belongings, rushing down the hall before you could utter a word back, and left you alone with your package in your arms while Seungmin's box lay at your feet.

You stared down at the flat, medium-sized box, curious about what was inside but uncomfortable asking or analyzing it for clues. 

It was his package, which meant it was his business and certainly not yours.

Open it. Seungmin won't notice. Just one peek won't hurt…

A tiny voice in your head begged you to open it, chanting question after question as you picked it up with your free hand, but you ignored the twinge of curiosity to focus on your purchase.

"Sign for it."

That's all he had asked you to do…

However, when you set Seungmin's box on the kitchen island, you noted how heavy it felt. Whatever was in there had some weight to it. 

The sound of metal jingling inside indicated multiple items were enclosed, too. These were small details….but they were enough to make you stare at it for a while longer, more curious than ever, but ultimately decided to stamp out your temptation to pry with the eagerness to glimpse your package instead.

You left the kitchen, heading straight for your room and shutting yourself inside before sitting in the middle of your bed with the large box. There wasn't a single label on it, the shipping stamp was strategically hidden at the bottom, and the clear tape holding it all together was layered at least twice.

You thanked whatever higher power there was that Seungmin was still out because if he'd been at home, you would've never gotten past the kitchen without hearing questions from the older. He'd pester you just for fun; gaining a personal moment of entertainment from you was his favorite pastime, and though you tried to ignore his callous comments, you'd always engage in his antics.

For now, he was gone, and you were slightly relieved. No chance of interruptions, guilt, or teasing from him.

Wasting no more time, you grabbed your pastel-colored pocket knife from your nightstand, flipping it open before slicing it through the tape. "Holy…sh- wow.." you whispered in disbelief as you opened the box, an intricate machine neatly folded inside with added accessories and rope set on top of it, taking your breath away. You had prepared yourself to feel shameful -at least a sense of remorse- about having to buy an automatic sex toy -complete with bindings and remote. But not a slither of those emotions were felt.

Elation. 

That's what coursed through you.

You were beyond happy, grateful even, and the grin on your face as you unpacked everything made it obvious.

With everything laid out on your bed, the box long discarded somewhere in your dimly lit room, and the instruction booklet in your hands, you started to put it together.

Every direction was followed to the letter, and thirty minutes later, you were done. "That was way easier than I thought…" you mumbled to yourself, slowly stripping your clothes off and getting comfortable on the bed. You sat up for a couple of seconds, rerunning the setup instructions in your head just in case you needed to free yourself suddenly. Then, when you were confident unbinding yourself wouldn't be a problem, you started tying the restraints.

You bound your wrists first, pulling the rope around them tight with your teeth before you tied your ankles to their respective cuffs. You relaxed then, lying back into your warm covers with a soft sight as you nibbled on your bottom lip. The remote was clasped tightly in your left hand, covered in the same silicone material that the dildo was -except it wasn't drenched in cold, clear lubricant.

Do I really want to do this? You asked yourself, eyes sliding closed as you tried to weigh your options, but then the memory of Seungmin scandalously moaning your name -knowing full well you could hear him….and the sloppy sounds of his cock fucking his fist to the thought of you…

That was enough motivation for you.

It was all you needed.

"Fuck it…." You hiss, giving up on logic as the events of last night corrupt your brain, reminding you precisely who and what was making you do such vile things in the first place.

"Click"

The remote buzzed to life as you hit the large 'start' button in the middle, prompting the artificial cock to press straight past your folds, and the stretch it inflicted on your cunt had your mouth falling open to let out a lazy moan. Maybe it was the lack of sex for nearly a month or the fact that you could only imagine Seungmin sinking into you the same way, but the usual pain that came with forceful entry drifted to pleasure unnaturally fast for you.

You knew it was the latter reason, his name tumbling off your tongue like a soft song the longer you fucked yourself. Your body was trembling, collecting a cold sweat as the fleshy cock tapped against your cervix, slowing and quickening its pace based on how many times you tapped the arrows on the remote.

Moments. It took mere moments for your slippery walls to tighten around the dildo, covering it with a thick glaze of cum. You couldn't utter a word as the overpowering orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, causing your toes to curl and your hands to shake so bad that you dropped the remote. You should've panicked then but were perpetually stuck on the rise of another climax as the toy remained on.

Coming once should be enough….

One… I only need to come once.

That's what you tried to convince yourself as your hips rolled to fuck your cunt harder onto the contraption. It felt too gratifying to stop; the sound of your wet cunt being split open echoed around the room, mixing with your high-pitched moans, and the combination pulled you further from reality. Every time you came -which went uncounted after the third time- Seungmin was present in your fuzzy train of thought.

The heat of his hands when he grabbed your hips to move past you in a tight space. That infamous smirk he'd give you during tidbit arguments and how his voice lowered when he addressed you by those pet names you hated but counted the seconds between him repeating them.

All the minuscule praises he'd give you at the oddest moments, followed by his eyes rolling when you didn't accept his compliments….

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"I'm going out tonight. I'll be back late, so don't wait up for me."

He gave you a once-over stare, licking his lips as you sauntered around your apartment, "Have fun, pretty girl. I'll still be here when you get back."

You scoffed, resisting the urge to smile at his chaste flirting, "I know I'm pretty Min. You don't have to remind me…"

Seungmin chuckled, eyes fixated nowhere near your face as you slipped on your heeled boots. "I'll remind you as much as I want, sweetheart…" he retorts matter of factly.

You roll your eyes, fighting back a blush as you stand and head for the door. Seungmin's gaze burns into your backside right up until you slam the front door behind you.

"Bye, baby!" He yells loud enough for you to hear down the hall, and you groan before shouting back, "I am not your baby, Kim Seungmin!" And like clockwork, you can hear his laugh echoing in the apartment.

"You will be soon," he mumbled as the sounds of your heels clicking down the hall faded.

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His laugh is always condescending but oh so sweet. He gets away with so much, insults you when it suits his mood, and you get off to it like some twisted fiend.

Even now, with your nerves on fire and your core ramping up another coil of pleasure. You imagined the pure delight Seungmin would get from teasing you.

The thought brought a tired smile to your face as your head pressed back into the pillows, your back arching slightly while the knot in your stomach slipped loose, and the sound of his name vibrated the air around you as dribbles of cum leaked from your entrance.

"Seungmin…" you whined loudly, on the verge of cringing from overstimulation, and your body reflexively writhing away from the dildo. There was no escape from it, and you were too dazed to untie yourself to reach for the remote and hit 'pause.'

It's been so long. 

You couldn't bring yourself to end it so soon….

God, you should've thought because the sound of Seungmin's heavy footsteps as he shouted, "What do you need, sweetheart? I just got home…" in response to you calling his name had you panicking within seconds.

Was he back?!??? Since when?!? How did I not hear him?….fuck fuck fuck!….

You were torn between yelling at him to not come in and reaching for the tiny remote that had fallen to the floor. Either option would take a toll on your already fucked out state, but unfortunately for you, Seungmin had pushed your door open just as you made a decision.

You groaned in embarrassment as he stared down at you, emotionless and unmoving. You stared back at him through the fallen strands of your hair, swallowing a whimper as your gaze met his, and your pussy pulsing harder around the toy at the sight of him.

Seungmin didn’t utter a word for a solid minute, contemplating if what he was seeing was real and trying his best not to climb on top of you and replace the shitty excuse for a cock so he could fuck you right himself.

He only snapped out of his daze when he saw your soft and slightly swollen lips move to speak to him.

"Please…Min…could you…help me?" Your purring tone flipped a switch in Seungmin, dragging a heavy breath from the man as he slowly walked over to the edge of your bed. You gazed up at him with puppy dog eyes, hoping he'd take a little pity on you and end the tortuous embarrassment you felt without question.

"Min, please…just-just turn it off…nd' I'll explain-" He shook his head, chuckling in disbelief as you begged for his help, "Help you?" He repeats your question, eyes going dark as you nod in response, "Yes…" you mumble.

Seungmin turns his head, a smile plastered on his face as he watches the dildo plunge in and out of your dripping cunt, each thrust causing your thighs to tremble, and he feels a twinge of jealousy knowing he's not the cause of the reaction instead.

"No." He flat-out refuses your request, and your heart drops. "W-what why? Min, please-"You attempt to reason with him but choke on your words as he clasps a hand over your mouth and trails the other down the center of your body.

You wriggle under his touch, eyes flickering from his face to the hand inching towards your puffy clit. Seungmin places a knee on your bed, leaning closer to your spread form as he greedily studies its fluctuations. Your breasts draw his attention first, gently swaying as you squirm in his hold, but his focus quickly shifts to your cunt as he circles two fingers around your budding clit.

You jolt from the added friction, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he lightly slaps your bundle of nerves before returning to rubbing it slowly. His pants grow tighter as your muffled cries switch between excited moans and shaky screams.

A smile tugs at his lips, ears prickling with satisfaction, and his cock twitching the louder you get. "You sound so much prettier moaning like bitch in heat," Seungmin taunts. Pressing your head harder into the pillows when you try to shake his hand off.

The rough action makes you immobile, vulnerable to his touch and the endless fullness the dildo provides. You fidget with the restraint on your wrists, able to loosen the rope just enough to slip a hand out to grip the collar of his shirt. He grimaces as your manicured nails dig into his skin through the fabric, leaving one of many marks you'd inflict on him for the night, and Seungmin was prepared to endure every single one.

He'd waited for this long enough. 

You could fight him all you wanted, but his mind was set, and your body betrayed every protest you made. Seungmin shrugged your hand off his shoulder with ease, giving your cunt a light slap as you came undone for what felt like the hundredth time. Your chest tightened, fighting for oxygen and letting out a weary scream all at once.

"Breathe, kitten. Breathe for me…mhm," Seungmin's lowered voice was your lifeline, guiding you through the earth-shattering orgasm, and he adjusted his hold on your mouth just enough to let you pant for air.

The ceiling looked like a blur of color to you. His charming features remained crystal clear to you despite your lack of focus, and when the black dots stopped flashing in your vision, you lulled your head to the side to gaze at him properly.

He stared back at you, smiling smugly as you struggled to stay sane. "I should leave you here like this for the rest of the night." His soft laughter follows the semi-serious threat, and you whine in disagreement, grasping for mercy again as he stands up.

"Min, please…I can't feel my legs…I need a break…" you whimper as your thoughts twitch on Indian with your shaky breaths. Seungmin crosses his arms over his chest, strolling to the other side of your bed where the remote fell. He doesn't look away from you as he picks up the device. He holds it up, admiring it briefly before looking back down at you, "I'll help you out of this on three conditions."

You scoff, ready to burst into tears from frustration, but knowing Seungmin's bargain was your only way out.

"F-fine, what do you want?!.."

He hits an arrow on the remote, causing the dildo to pick up speed, and you jolt from sudden overstimulation. "I wouldn't be so mouthy right now, kitten… I'm only trying to help, remember?" He feigns sympathy, adorning a frown as you helplessly fall back into the bed. Your whole body feels numb, excluding your pulsing cunt that's practically being milked to death.

"N' sorry," you admit defeat, unable to speak above a whisper as your mind goes completely blank. Seungmin inhaled sharply, enjoying the sight of you crumbling to pieces as he listed his terms for the supposed 'deal.' 

"I'm going to fuck you." He wasn't asking, and you smiled wide upon hearing the demand.

"… Okay.." you mutter, eyes glossed over with lust as he returns to his previous position next to your bed -only this time, he moves to hover over you correctly. Your breath hitched as he wrapped your arms around his neck, indirectly lowering his face closer to yours.

"From here on out, you'll call me 'Sir' or 'Master.' Nothing else…Think you can do that, pup?"

You nod slowly, heart thundering in your chest as his eyes lower to your parted lips, "Let me hear you say it.." he mumbles, and you feel a blush creep onto your cheeks.

"Yes…sir."

Seungmin pecks your lips as soon as the words leave your mouth, and you moan into the quick kiss, glad to finally taste and longing for more as he pulls back to list his last condition.

"You'll give your all to me. Everything. I'm done running in circles with you…"

Your cunt spasms in delight as your mind registers his possessive statement.

You hadn't expected him to ask you to be his like this, but…

"Whatever you want…sir. N' yours.."

He smiled as you closed your eyes in pure bliss, gripping a fist full of his hair as you teetered on the edge of cumming, but as your peak began to reignite, he hit the 'stop' button.

You didn't know whether to glare at him or cry joyfully as he set the remote on your nightstand and sat up to free your lower half from the toy. Seungmin was careful not to put his entire weight on you as he untied your ankles, but you could feel his solid cock throbbing right over your pelvis.

Your eyes were steady on the rise in his pants, mouth watering in anticipation as you felt your legs drop free and Seungmin's hands kneading your inner thighs to help you gain feeling again.

"Thank you…" you whisper gratefully, content with laying under him, gradually resurfacing from the waves of pleasurable aftershock.

He glared at you, shifting on the bed so your legs were on either side of him, and you winced at the spasms of pain the movement caused in your lower half. "Thank you, what?" Seungmin gripped one of your ankles, pulling it so your dripping core was pressed to his clothed erection. "Thank you, sir!" You yelped as the contact overwhelmed you, the fabric of his pants, along with the imprint of his length, tickling your clit as your hips bucked involuntarily.

"Much better…" he cooed, lowering his head to capture your lips in a long, well-deserved kiss.

Finally, he could stop feigning for you and claim what should've been his a year ago.

You. And only you…

Mind, body, & soul. 

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TAGS: @httpswilloww 🖤 + @sorasbl0g 🖤 + @miserya99 🖤+ @y-ur--i 🖤+ @ivyreadsstuff 🖤+ @nannetsz 🖤+ @hynmgj1nnn 🖤+ @blackhairandbangs 🖤+ @sharksandminhos 🖤+ @fawnpeaks 🖤+ @myseungsungheart 🖤

I have a feeling you guys are going to ask for a part 3 on this...Like, I can feel it in my bones, but we will see how the draft process goes.. [ BONUS CONTENT + ]

….oh he DEFINITELY has pretty moans- uhm I mean….wow isn’t he just so ANGELIC (Ii would do anything for this man) 🖤

#Spotify #skz #stray kids #skz smut #stray kids x reader #skz imagines #skz x reader #seungmin #seungmin x reader #seungmin imagines #kim seungmin scenarios #kim seungmin stray kids #seungmin stray kids #seungmin smut #kim seungmin skz #kim seungmin smut #kim seungmim #kim seungmin #seungmin skz #seungmin hard thoughts #seungmin hard hours #kim seungmin hard hours #kim seungmin hard thoughts #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop #smut prompts #sir kink

[bobnewbie]

a couple weeks ago i did a search for an afro pick accessory for my sims but couldn't find a sims 4 version for the life of me.

however, a few yrs ago @mochasims (a wonderful creator who is no longer with us) shared one for the sims 3. side note: if you don't know who mochasims was or know of her impact on this community, this thread of folks sharing a little about her is a good place to start.

i took her mesh and spent a couple days banging my head against the wall in blender and ts4studio to get it converted and looking as good as her original.

in respecting her TOU i have included her name in the .package file and credit her for this mesh entirely.

more details and screenshots under the cut.

the afro pick comes in a single, black swatch. it is not hat slider compatible but does come in 3 different positions and works with a variety of hair lengths/heights.

choose the option you like best or all of them! you'll find them in the "hat" section in cas.

Afro Pick - Front Afro Pick - Middle Afro Pick - Back Afro Pick - Merged

#my cc #the sims 4 #ts4 #ths sims 4 cc #sims 4 cc finds #ts4cc

[libraryofgage]

Harlequin Prince (2)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two | Three Harley Quinn One | Two (you're here!) 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One Queen ClarisseRenaldi One | Two

This part was line-jumped on Ko-Fi, which means y'all got it sooner than I originally planned!

If you want to line jump your favorite series, you can learn more here

Ironically, even tho the post says about a week of turn around, I get so excited that somebody wants to line jump that I just write it immediately lmao

Steve finally gets a good fight in this one, but it ends way too soon the poor boy. Either way, he also gets to meet some of the party!

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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Steve knew his dad wasn't in the picture, but he never knew why. He never asked, but he started to get this horrible feeling after a while. Harley Quinn's past was well known to Steve, her previous...associate and her relationship with him isn't exactly a secret, no matter how much his mother tried to keep them from him. She couldn't protect him at school, and she couldn't protect him from hearing people talking on the streets.

So, yeah, from the age of nine, Steve walked around with this horrendous knowledge in his gut, a knowledge that he wanted to think was just him being paranoid. But it wasn't. He knew it wasn't. He just couldn't admit that to himself, and he couldn't ask his mother because he didn't want to send her down that particular lane of memories. So it festered, and Steve pretended it didn't exist at all.

Until, that is, his 13th birthday. It was held at Uncle Bruce's mansion because his mother wanted to go all out. It was as much a celebration for her (a full three years without getting sent to Arkham!) as it was for him (managing to stay alive for 13 years in Gotham with Harley Quinn for a mother). Steve hadn't minded, either, especially when he saw the absolute joy she had when picking out the hugest bounce-house she could find with Uncle Bruce's sleek black credit card.

The party was catered by Steve's favorite Indian restaurant, the guests were limited to immediate friends and family, the bounce-house was extra bouncy, and a table was practically buckling under the weight of the gifts piled on top of it. It was, by far, Steve's best birthday, surpassing even the one he spent in Arkham after letting Poison Ivy out of her cell.

"Hey, Dumplin'!" his mother shouted, waving at him from the top of the bounce house she'd managed to climb. When Steve looked at her, she grinned even brighter and jumped, launching off turrets and rolling down sloped walls before landing on her feet on the ground. "Let's get to them presents!"

Steve laughed, looked at the table eagerly, and nodded. Her grin somehow getting wider, Harley turned, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted, "GET YOUR ASSES IN GEAR, EVERYONE! STEVIE'S OPENIN' PRESENTS!"

Soon enough, Steve was standing in front of the table, surrounded by everyone, and not at all sure where to start with the mountain of presents. "You should open mine first," Jason said, grinning as he gestured to a bike-shaped package.

It was, in fact, a bike. A motorcycle, specifically, with a red and black helmet and the promise of lessons from Jason whenever he wanted. Steve loved it immediately and ignored Uncle Bruce muttering about driving laws and how Steve couldn't operate any motorized vehicle until he was fifteen. "Well," he said, "as long as I don't get caught by Batman, who's gonna know?"

That had earned him a laugh and his mother's hand ruffling his hair. "Go on, Dumplin', choose another."

Dick got him a literal outfit's worth of Wonder Woman merch, accessories included, that made Bruce look ready to pop a blood vessel. Tim gave him small tracking pins and a hacked handheld game console to watch the trackers with the promise of free upgrades anytime he wanted. Damien gave him daggers since he "wasn't good enough for real swords, but everyone should have a blade" on them, just in case. Cass, Steph, and Barbara pooled their skills together (and Alfred, they borrowed Alfred a lot) to make him an Unofficial Robin costume, complete with shorts only slightly less scandalous than Dick's original costume.

Bruce, when he finally stopped glaring at the three of them, gave Steve a fingerprint panic button shaped like a bat and easily attached to a key ring. "For emergencies, Steve," he said, "Just hold your thumb to it for three seconds."

"This is perfect for the next time we run out of ice cream," Steve said, grinning as he attached it to his key chain.

"Emergencies."

"Oh. So if we run out of mint chip, specifically. Got it."

Bruce merely sighed and let him return to opening gifts.

Alfred gave him a tin of homemade cookies that Steve immediately had to protect from the others. Poison Ivy gave him a Venus flytrap and the promise to help him grow it properly. Selina couldn't be there, but Bruce passed along her gift: a pair of goggles Bruce had handed over with a sigh and quiet request for him to use them responsibly.

Steve opened Duke's present last, eyes widening at the red leather jacket. "Wait, seriously?" he asked, holding it up as he looked at Duke.

"You're gonna be a troublemaker, Steve," Duke said. "Might as well make sure you're bulletproof for it."

Steve grinned wider and pulled on the jacket, swimming in the leather but eager to grow into it all the same.

There was nothing from his mother in the pile, but Steve figured the party itself was his present since she'd done all the planning. When she pulled him away to a secluded room in the manor after they'd all had cake, Steve realized it was just because she didn't want to share this moment with anyone.

She smiled at him, reaching up and gently tucking a few strands of hair behind Steve's ears. "You grew up so fast, Dumplin'," she said, sighing softly.

"Ivy says I'm like a weed."

"Ives is right," Harley said, nodding once before looking away. "Okay, ready for your present?"

"Wasn't the party my present?"

"No, no, Dumplin'. The party was for fun," she said, grinning as she reached behind her and pulled a comically-large mallet from seemingly nowhere. "This is your present."

Steve blinked, leaning over to look around Harley. "Where'd that even come from?" he asked.

"Jester Logic, Dumplin'. Don't worry about it. I'll teach you the trick later," she promised, holding the mallet out to Steve with an expectant expression.

When Steve took it, the weight threw him off. He frowned, shifted his grip, and suddenly had no problem holding it up. He took a closer look, noting the scratches and marks on the mallet and the faded paint. "This was yours," he said.

"Yeah, it was."

"I've never seen it before."

Harley sighed, tugging on one of her pigtails with a slight frown. "Yeah, well, I wasn't exactly a great person when I used it, Dumplin'. Tried to forget about that Harley and all," she explained.

"Then why give it to me?"

Harley looked back at Steve and smiled, reaching out to cup his cheek. "Cuz you're so much better than me," she said. "I think you'll do some great things, Dumplin', and maybe all the good you do will erase most of the bad this mallet's got."

Her words were so serious, her smile was so bittersweet, and she looked ready to cry and deny it. This was the closest he'd ever gotten to learning about her past straight from the source, a past he knew about it, a past that involved a certain person that haunts Steve's mind with terrifying potential. Suddenly, he had to know.

Steve didn't really think before blurting out, "Is the Joker my father?"

Harley froze, her shoulders tensing and her eyes widening as she stared at Steve. "You don't got a father, Dumplin'," she finally said, her voice quiet and her expression conflicted.

"Fine. Was he the sperm donor?"

With a sigh, Harley stepped closer and placed her hands on Steve's shoulders. "I won't lie," she said. "He is, but that don't mean a thing. His crazy ain't hereditary, Dumplin', and he's never gettin' anywhere near you."

"Does...does he know?" Steve whispered, "About me, I mean."

"It don't matter," Harley said, her voice firm and her eyes more serious than Steve had ever seen them. "I'll kill him before he gets near ya. Ives will kill him. Hell, Brucie wil---no, wait, he's got those pesky morals. Fine, Jason will kill him before he gets near ya. Actually, Jason'd kill him anyway, but the excuse will be good if Brucie scolds him for it."

Steve couldn't help laughing at that, feeling a little lighter when his mother smiled back at him. When his laughter trickled to nothing more than a smile, he asked, "Then, was I the reason you left?"

Harley nodded and gently tugged Steve into her arms, holding him to her and cradling the back of his head. "Yeah, you were," she said, her voice soft and soothing. "I was excited to tell 'im when I learned about you, but then I heard him talking to some goons. He was laughin' about running a kid over, breakin' their legs, and I realized...you wouldn't be special to him. You'd've been like his goons, all expendable and not even worth a glance. I couldn't put you through that, and I couldn't put me through it, either. So, I got us out the only way I knew how."

"By finding Uncle Bruce," Steve said.

He felt her nod. "By finding Brucie," she agreed. "He tried to deny bein' the Bat and all, but your mama ain't dumb, Dumplin'. I'd done my homework, and the butts matched. Once I explained it all, once I told him about you, he agreed to help."

Steve nodded, listening to his mother's heart beating against his ear. He glances down at the mallet again, tightens his grip, and takes a deep breath. "Thank you," he said, "for the gift and for telling me. I'll do good with it, I promise."

"That's my boy," Harley said, pulling back and ruffling his hair. "Now, lemme explain that Jester Logic to ya."

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Hawkins remains boring even after meeting Eddie. After all, Eddie's in high school (his second attempt at senior year, apparently), and Steve...isn't. He should be, probably, but there's no way he's stepping one foot in that suburban nightmare of a building. He can feel the normalcy, the utter boredom, oozing from the place, and he'd rather not subject himself to that.

So, he spends his day wandering around Hawkins, getting a feel for the little town until he could navigate the place blindfolded. He can do the same in Gotham, but it's more impressive there with the winding streets and sprawling sidewalks. Here, it's nothing special.

The most interesting part of his day is when he's sitting on the roof of a video store, one leg dangling over the edge with the other pulled to his chest so he can rest his arm on his knee. He's about halfway through a cigarette when a cop car pulls into the lot and a middle-aged man steps out.

He looks up at Steve, frowning as he calls up, "You shouldn't be there, son."

"I ain't your son," he calls back, grinning as he takes another drag and blows smoke out as the guy rests his hands on his belt. It reminds him so much of Gotham PD rookies trying to posture that Steve can't help laughing. "Is that supposed to intimidate me?"

"I'm serious, kid," the cop says, apparently ignoring Steve's question. "It's dangerous up there. If you don't come down, I'm gonna have to call the Fire Department to bring the ladder."

Steve sighs and puts his cigarette out on the roof. He gets up, stretches his arms above his head, and stands on the ledge of the roof. He grins at the cop, casually stepping into empty air and hearing the guy shout as he falls. He lands in a crouch on the awning over the door, swings to hang from it, and lands on his feet on the sidewalk.

It wasn't even much of a fall, but the cop looks like he's about to have a heart attack. Steve glances at the badge on his chest. "We done now, Officer Hopper?" he asks.

"Don't do that again," Hopper says, pointing a finger at Steve, "Or I will drag your ass to the station and call your parents."

Steve snorts, doing his best to hold his smile back. "I'll keep that in mind, sir," he says, giving a mocking two-finger salute before turning on his heels and walking down the street.

After a few blocks, he veers off into the forest, figuring he'll wander around the trees for a while before going to the Hideout to bother Bev and stare at Eddie and quietly pray someone else is gonna look for a fight.

Did he mention Hawkins is boring? Because it's fucking boring.

Steve sighs, kicking a stick as he shoves his hands into his jacket. He idly notes the forest is healthy. Sure, a few pieces of litter are strewn around, but it's not as bad as the parks in Gotham can get. Poison Ivy would find this place barely passable, which is hard to manage, and he's tempted to call her when he gets home to tell her about it.

He hums softly as he walks, enjoying the sounds of the forest until they just...stop.

The entire forest falls silent, which is weird; forests are too full of life to go silent. Even the bugs seem to have frozen in place, too scared to risk making a sound by moving. Steve stops, looking around him with a frown and trying to figure out what's caused this.

He gets the answer a second later when he hears a scream. The voice sounds young and cracks slightly, so it definitely belongs to a child. Despite himself, Steve can't help grinning as he takes off in the direction of the scream.

This is the most exciting thing to happen in the four weeks he's been stuck in Hawkins. As he runs through trees and easily jumps over bushes to take the shortest path, he makes guesses on what he'll find. Maybe Hawkins has a villain that's only now showing up. Maybe the town has a secret alligator or something that's decided to have a midday snack. Hell, maybe someone just decided to be a dick today.

He realizes every guess is wrong when he slides into a clearing to see a few kids (two boys, one girl) surrounded by some weird dog-looking...things. They have heads but no faces, crouched low to the ground and growling at the kids they've cornered. There's around ten of them, which would normally make Steve hesitate, but he's so desperate at this point for a real fight that he doesn't care.

Instead, he reaches over his shoulder, thinks about how fucking hilarious it's gonna be to jump out of nowhere with a giant mallet, and grips the handle as he swings it over his shoulder. "Hey, monster mutts!" he shouts, grinning when all the monsters and the kids finally notice him. "Let's play."

Pure, unfiltered joy rushes through him when the first monster-dog jumps at him. Steve's eyes are bright and his grin is positively feral as he swings the mallet and sends it flying into a tree. He roundhouse kicks another dog, using the momentum to bring his foot down on the head of a third before smashing its body with the mallet.

"Are you insane?!" one of the kids shouts.

"Certifiably!" he shouts back, watching as another monster-dog jumps at him. He waits for the perfect moment to back flip, bringing his feet under the dog to send it flying. He brings the mallet up as he lands, clocking another monster under the jaw. It yelps, crashing into another dog.

"Where'd this guy even come from?" the girl asks, turning to look at the boys with her.

"I don't know, but I'm happy to let him deal with the demodogs."

Oh. That's what they're called. Steve hums softly at the name, grinning as he twirls the mallet and swings with all his strength at one of the demodog. He rests the mallet on his shoulder like a baseball bat, watching the demodog arch in the air with an appreciative whistle. "Solid air," he says, nodding once before looking at the remaining demodogs.

There's only three, the others scattered in the clearing. He can't tell if they're dead or not, but he could always smash them to mush when he's done. Steve grins at the remaining dogs. "C'mon, then," he says, only to be filled with disappointment when they creep back, turn heel, and run.

"Damn, that's no fun," Steve says, sighing as he rests the mallet on the ground and leans on the handle. He looks at the kids. "You guys okay?"

The girl has orange hair pulled back into a messy braid. She's staring at him like he's got two heads but is kind of impressed by it. One of the boys has curly hair being smothered by his hat, and the other is wearing a basketball jersey. They're also staring at Steve like he's crazy. "Dude," the curly-haired one says, "that was awesome!"

"Where'd you get that mallet from?" the girl asks.

"Jester Logic," Steve explains, shrugging as he picks the mallet up and walks over. "Wanna hold it?"

When the girl lights up, he passes the mallet to her, snorting when she immediately staggers under its weight. "How do you hold this so easily?"

"Jester Logic. Again. It's funnier when other people find it heavy."

"That makes no sense," basketball jersey says.

"Who are you?" curly hair asks.

"Steve. Moved here recently. What about y'all?"

"Dustin," curly hair says.

"Lucas," basketball jersey says.

"Max," the girl says, her voice strained until Steve takes the mallet back, twirling it like it weighs nothing.

"Great. Nice to meet y'all. Now, what the fuck were those?"

"How much time you got?" Dustin asks.

Steve grins, thinking he's finally found something that can keep him entertained when he's not hanging around Eddie. "Plenty."

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Tag list (let me know if you'd like to be added!)

@nectandra, @y4r3luv, @just-a-tiny-void,

#steddie #steddie fic #harlequin prince #steve deserves good parents actually #steve harrington #harley quinn #bruce wayne #jim hopper #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #dc comics crossover #wayne family adventures crossover #i kinda let the muse take over with this one actually #unhinged steve harrington #as he deserves #poison ivy #robins

[j-niret]

写真を撮る

✩‧₊˚ pairing — bf!lee minho x hyperfem!f!reader warnings — fluff, light smut (didn’t go too much in depth), minho is a soft dom, a lowkey salty minho (you’ll see why hehe), breeding kink, taking pics during ya know what (w/ consent ofc), mentions of aftercare

✩‧₊˚ requested? no!

title means “photograph” in japanese. can you tell i was listening to drive while writing this? 🤭

you think you might actually have an online shopping addiction… yet another package arrived waiting for you at the doorstep. you excitedly skip to the door and pick up the box sitting on the porch, wasting no time to run upstairs and pry it open. “oh god.. not another one,” minho face palms at your buying compulsion, “no wonder the mail lady knows you on a personal level, she’s practically here more than me!” you roll your eyes, paying zero attention to him as you greedily pull out all the new adorable plushies you purchased. you now finally have the korilakkuma plush with a pink fluffy bunny hat in your possession and you couldn’t be happier. “hush, needed this for my collection and the bun was too cute to pass up!” your voice slightly squeaks towards the end as you held the 13” plush close to your heart.

he sighs, there’s absolutely no hope in getting you to stop it’s just something he’s going to have to deal with. he always teases you for buying the most random items, anything remotely interesting or another cute ad from tiktok you’d buy it blindly only to have most of it collect dust on your shelves or closet. minho was starkly different than you, he was much more conscious of the things he bought — unless it came to accessories for his cats or expensive ingredients he tries in advancing his cooking skills. he was a humble minimalist while you needed to have everything under the sun. he secretly adored the way your face would light up at the ring of the doorbell every time to alert you had a new package; he knew you loved him before anything but your obsession with online shopping was running a very close second.

“what do you do with all these plushies anyways? they can’t talk, can’t make you food, send daily cat pics, or even make you feel as good as i do. i don’t get the hype!” minho sounded so bitter, it was probably because you were giving the plushies more attention than him. “awwh, is my wittle baby getting jealous of some stuffies?” you tease, giggling at him feeling fake betrayed. “why would i be jealous of inanimate objects? don’t use that baby tone on me, only i can do that to you!” he hissed, giving you piercing glare. “shh, don’t say that, they’re listening!” you gasp while covering the plushie’s ears at his insult, you really treated all of them like your babies. “it’s nice you care more about them than your breathing and alive boyfriend right in front of you but i guess that’s okay.” he mutters sarcastically. was he actually mad at you? you really couldn’t tell at this point.

minho had a peculiar sense of humor in which sometimes you couldn’t detect if he was actually joking or not, he’d say things with the straightest face and you’d sit there pondering his intention. he still held a calm demeanor but his words seemed to affect you more than usual. why were you getting so worked up right now? “a-are you mad? did i do something wrong..?” you whine, lowering your head trying not to look at him. “what? no. just messing around petal, you know i like to play.” he chuckles, resting his hand under your chin to perch your head up, “look at me when i talk to you.” he orders sternly, forcing to make eye contact with him as you press your thighs together underneath the pleated tennis skirt you wore. you had no words left to say but before you could utter anything his lips shape into a mischievous smirk, “how ‘bout i pump a few kids in you while you hold onto the precious bun for dear life? sound good?”

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he was right when he said you’d need to hold on for dear life, you suffocated the poor plushy as you whimpered and cry out to him. “m-minho— can’t- can’t take more, please- t-too much!” you struggle to conjure up words but his pace still won’t let up. eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he sends more deep thrusts your way, holding your leg up high in the air. what a stunning sight under him, your gorgeous body splayed under the bed in this lewd position all for him; keeping only the tennis skirt and ruffle trim socks you wore upon his request. “what’s that petal? said you want more?” he coos, producing harsher strokes, feeling the heat inside rush to your core, squeezing the plush bun while your face contorts. his veiny hand cascades your whole body, ending up on your tummy to lock you steady in place. you really are the prettiest thing to him.

the acceleration of his hips driving into you almost brought tears to your eyes but you put your big girl pants on and suck it up, you wanted to prove to minho that you were his good girl. “mmm.. so perfect for me petal, such a good girl for taking all of me so beautifully.” he husks, sending comforting praises “you’ll be rewarded well for this kitten.” his expression goes from focused to being engrossed by something else. his cell phone??? you watch in bemusement as he picks it up to unlock it with face ID, still never slowing down his speed. minho proceeds to open the camera application, pointing the phone towards you, you attempt to shy away but he gets upset by this. “no don’t move, you look too cute right now, i need to capture this forever. can i?” you nod, it was kind of him to ask but you’d do anything he says anyway. he snaps a couple quick shots of you before tossing his phone to the side, those pics will definitely come in handy on the days he can’t have you.

minho never left you with empty promises, he kept his word and milked every last drop he had, painting his own pretty picture in you. his body collapsed on top of yours, catching a moment to breathe while caressing the apex of your stained inner thighs. trailing lazy kisses down your neck as he praises how good you were for him. his sweet voice is like a melody to your ears, a total sucker for the way he treats you after being in dom mode. “let me go run you a bath, i’ll get you all nice and cleaned up petal.” he pats your thigh before getting up. a warm bubble bath was much deserved, you were in desperate need to soak your aching body. you didn’t even notice that you still had the plushy in your hands, surprised you committed to it for so long. you were excited to take your bath but knowing minho’s stamina… this may just be another excuse for a round 2.

#lee know x reader #lee minho x reader #lee minho smut #lee minho skz #skz fluff #skz smut #lee know x female reader #skz x reader #lee minho imagines #stray kids minho #lee know fic #lee know smut #skz fic

[digisims2]

The real reason I logged in today was because I installed couple of Sims, each in their own folder so I knew I'd get duplicates and planned to sort them out but before that did this important little step:

Searched the whole folder for *.package to get all the package files listed. After that I set the order to "size" starting from the biggest one and it revealed me this;

Now you're probably wondering, what's so bad about these randomly named files I've highlighted. Well, maybe you've heard of the file that can make your game crash at for example sim aging to elder? Or perhaps your game randomly crashes when random sim enters your lot? Sometimes the file is called "uhkjhihjkj(11)" and it's a file that likes tagging along with packaged Sims and occasionally people pack it together with recolors that are actually using in-game meshes thinking that it's an oddly named mesh.

Well it's not a mesh. This file has few characteristics that make it pretty easy to spot: firstly usually the random name (or the uhkjhihjkj(11) mentioned earlier), secondly the file size, I've seen few slightly different sized ones but usually it is 6807KB or 6.64MB depending on where you check the size. Thirdly, if you open it in SimPE the contents will look like this:

It contains 1534 CRES resources, and as you can see it's CRES:es of all(?) base game accessories, clothes, hairs and who knows what else. The list is so long I never bothered checking it all though. Point however is that for whatever reason this file corrupts very easily and causes game to crash at random moments. And even if it doesn't corrupt it's just plain junk file that's taking space on your hard drive.

Now you're probably (hopefully!) looking through your Downloads folder to see if you have this file/these files and that's a good idea. Also good news is that you don't need to panic, if you find this kind of file in your game just delete it. Nothing will break, nothing needs it so your recolors will remain working. It's literally a junk file and it's perfectly save to delete so please do so.

I felt like making this little PSA since I realized that not everybody probably is aware of this stupid file lurking out there in random downloads. + this way I can just link this post whenever it sounds like somebody might have this particular issue with their game so I won't need to type it all over again every time.

#I literally don't know what the hell to tag this #psa #long post #tutorial #sort of #sims 2 bad file

[nanawritesit]

sugar-daddy!BM headcanons (NSFW section at the end)

SFW trigger warnings: fem!reader, he ends up being more like a rich boyfriend than an official sugar daddy, you call him daddy, he calls you honey and baby, light cursing, mentions of a sick family member

NSFW trigger warnings: p in v intercourse, oral sex, hair pulling, scratching, marking up, soft dom x obedient sub dynamic, spanking, handcuffs, lingerie, daddy kink, size kink, car sex, balcony sex, he calls you princess and baby

how you met:

you met matthew at the mall. you were working at a jewelry store trying to make some extra money, selling things you could never afford for yourself.

he came in one day to buy a new chain, and you were immediately taken aback at how gorgeous he was

he was tall, built, and had a smile that could make any girl melt. and the way he wasn’t fazed at all by the high prices of the jewelry meant that he had MAD money. in short, he was your dream man. but you knew there was no way he’d go for someone like you. guys like him only went after heiresses and swimsuit models, right?

still, you were super kind and helpful, as you were with all your customers who weren’t assholes. he greatly appreciated how interested you were in finding the perfect chain for him :)

you knew he was flirting with you… i mean, what man unbuttons his shirt and asks if you think his chain hangs low enough to show off his sternum? he knew how much he was flustering you, and he loved it.

once he had picked a suitable chain, you rang him up and packaged it better than you’d ever done before. you made sure to throw in some extra goodies for him too, just because he was just so damn fine 🤭

as expected, nothing came of your first interaction. he just thanked you again for all your help and told you he hoped you had a wonderful day, then walked off, presumably to another high end store

he thought you were gorgeous, sure, but he sees gorgeous women all the time. what really made him fall for you was when he saw you a few hours later.

he had in fact gone to a couple other stores, buying himself some designer clothing and fine accessories. as he was about to leave the mall with his shopping bags, his attention was drawn back to the jewelry store

a little girl had just ran up to the counter, tears streaming down her cheeks

“miss, please help me! i can’t find my mother!”

he was about to go help, but stopped once he saw you react

you immediately walked around the counter and crouched down to her level, putting your hands on her shoulders.

“it’s okay sweetie, don’t cry!” you reassured her with a warm smile. “we’ll get you back to your mother, okay?”

once she had calmed down, you asked her for her name and called security to ask them to make an announcement for her mother to come get her from the jewelry store.

“would you like to look at some pretty jewelry while we wait sweetie?” you asked her. she of course agreed, quickly forgetting her sadness as you showed her all the sparkly pieces in the case.

eventually her mother did come get her, thanking you over and over for helping her daughter find her. you told her it was no problem and to have a wonderful night!

matthew couldn’t help the little smile that crept its way onto his face. it was so sweet of you to take such good care of that kid. anyone else would’ve just dumped her off at the lost and found. suddenly, you became the most attractive girl in the world in his eyes. a beautiful girl is certainly enough to turn his head, but kindness is always what wins him over. 🥰

you were too good for this world. he wanted to take you away from this place, show you some of the happiness you always gave to others. you deserved everything, and he wanted to give it to you. 💞

becoming a sugar baby:

when he approached you and asked you out, you were honestly too shocked to even give him an answer. you thought you had seen the last of him after he bought his chain, but here he was, asking you to get dinner with him after your shift.

after collecting yourself, you told him you’d love to, but you didn’t think you were properly dressed. the white blouse, pencil skirt, and ballet flats you were wearing didn’t seem posh enough for the place he had in mind 😀

“don’t worry about it, we can stop somewhere to get you something. i think there’s a chanel around the corner, does that work for you?”

you blinked at how he said it so casually. “i think the only thing i could afford there is a luggage tag.” you laughed nervously.

“i would pay for it obviously.” he replied nonchalantly. “as well as anything else you’d like along the way.”

you wanted to protest, but everything just seemed to happen so fast. next thing you knew, he was opening the passenger door of his benz for you, and then you were in a chanel dressing room, zipping up a dress that costed more than your rent 😭

“look at you, you’re absolutely stunning!” he told you, smiling brightly with wide eyes as he looked you over. you were suddenly so bashful under his gaze, chuckling nervously and smiling at the ground

“i’m serious, you look perfect.” he told you again, taking your hands in his so you were inclined to look up at him. “you’re a total vision, own it.”

as an assistant was removing the tags so you could wear it out of the store, he pointed out that there was a pair of shoes in the display window that would go perfectly with your dress 👀

and, that you might was well pick out a bag to complete the outfit :)

“matthew, you really don’t have to do th-“

“i’ve got it, honey. i asked you out, remember? it’s no trouble.”

you usually hated it when men called you honey, but for some reason, it felt good coming from him 😳

at dinner, you had an amazing time. he was so funny and interesting, you guys just clicked immediately. for a while, you actually forgot you were in a designer dress at a posh restaurant. it was just the two of you having a nice meal together.

over dessert, he asked if you’d want to keep seeing him. you weren’t too sure if you wanted a relationship just yet… partly because you still weren’t sure why he was so interested in you, and also because you had some major trust issues from your past. men tended to swoop into your life and promise you the world, only to leave once you acted like a human being instead of a pretty porcelain doll they could carry under their arm and show off.

“that’s fine honey. if you don’t want any labels, i’m cool with that. i just want to spend time with you.” he confessed, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.

you smiled at his understanding, thinking to yourself for a moment. finally, you gave him your answer.

“what about the label ‘sugar baby?’”

he smirked, obviously pleased at your suggestion. “i can definitely be your sugar daddy, if that’s what you want.”

you nodded, and the agreement was final 💋

falling for him:

adjusting to the sugar baby life was a bit difficult at first, but it wasn’t rocket science. matthew would take you out a couple times a week and give you a base allowance, and pay for everything while you guys were out. this included food, gifts, transportation, lodging, drinks… he didn’t want you spending a single penny.

“girl put your card away, daddy’s got it.” 😤

at first you kind of felt like a financial burden, but after a while you learned that he thoroughly enjoyed spending so much money on you. it was just how he chose to show his affection! he would honestly get just as happy as you did when he bought you something you really wanted 🥰

you were too shy to just go in and buy whatever you wanted, so he would usually just give you a spending limit whenever you got to a store

he took you to the jewelry store you used to work at and bought you the necklace you had always drooled over but could never hope to afford 🥹

and of course all your old coworkers congratulated you on finding a hot sugar daddy 💀

speaking of work, it was a bit awkward to explain to your family why you weren’t working at the jewelry store anymore. but they eventually came to accept it, as long as you were safe and comfortable with this new arrangement :)

he just randomly shows up at your house and tells you to pack your bags because he just booked you guys a foreign vacation

he’ll ask you where you’ve always wanted to go and then just spontaneously buy plane tickets 😭

he likes bringing you to work events as his arm candy, making all his colleagues jealous with his beautiful baby 💋

until they stare a little bit too long, and he gets possessive 👀 he tightens his grip on your waist and grits his teeth a bit, staring at them with cold, dark eyes until they look away from you

“i just had to have the prettiest girl in the world, didn’t i? now everyone wants my girl.” he’d huff, and you’d just lean into his side, whispering little flirty comments in his ear that would settle him down

“let them stare at me, you’re the only one who gets to be my daddy.” you smirked, biting his earlobe before pulling away ❤️

he liked that a lot lmao

he also likes bringing you into the studio with him! he loves showing you his work and getting your opinion on it :)

if he ever sees you even remotely struggling with anything, he immediately offers to help, both financially and emotionally

“why are you upset baby? do you need money? hugs? both?”

what truly made you fall for him was what he did when one of your family members was sick. he walked into your apartment with a gift for you, only to see you sprawled out on the floor sobbing :(

he of course immediately ran up to you to crouch down and ask you what was wrong. you explained that your relative was sick and that you had to travel quite a long way to go to them, but you didn’t have enough money for it

he didn’t even bring up the money at first. his main focus was calming you down. he cradled you in his arms and soothingly rubbed your back, shushing you slightly and telling you everything would be okay until you stopped crying

“shh it’s okay i’ve got you, everything will be okay honey, i promise.”

once you had settled down and wiped your tears, he then reached into his pocket and just handed you his card, which he had never done before.

“i want you to take this and just go to them. don’t worry about expenses, don’t worry about me, just go see your family. i’ll be here whenever you can come back.”

you could swear a cupid’s arrow hit your heart at that exact moment. this was when you knew he cared about you as much more than just a sugar baby 💞

when you got back home, you jumped into his arms without a word and kissed him harder than you’ve ever kissed anyone in your entire life. he chuckled as you pulled back, but froze once he heard what you said next.

“can i be your girlfriend matthew? like your real one?”

he just stared at you blankly for a minute, then his face broke out into the brightest smile ever. “of course you can baby. i’ve been waiting to make this official since the day we first went out.” ❤️

NSFW: (18+/MDNI)

him fucking you while you’re wearing nothing but the diamond choker he got you

he loooooves when you tug on his hair or dig your nails into his back. he’s not a masochist by any means, but a little bit of pain always gets him going 💋

he’s a soft dom 100%, but he wouldn’t mind being on the bottom if you wanted to ride him 💞 he’ll just most likely still take on a dominant role tho

(imagine his big ass hands gripping your hips and guiding you along his cock OMG)

i honestly see him being more into obedient subs than brats, but he can handle a little bit of attitude. he wouldn’t mind throwing you over his knee and spanking you if you’ve been purposefully making him jealous

oof actually he’s not always a soft dom… every once in a while he’ll put you in cuffs and make you beg for him to touch you ⛓️

will NOT let you hide your face when you finish, he needs to see you and hear you. it’s honestly what gets him off the most, knowing that he can make you feel so good ❤️

he’s possessive af so he LOVES marking you up. he’ll shamelessly leave hickeys all over your neck and chest, and ENCOURAGE you to wear low cut tops to show them off to people 💀

looooots of car sex is his benz… the windows will be fogged up and the whole car will be shaking 👀

him buying you expensive lingerie sets and leaving them on the bed before he leaves for work, then sending you a text telling you to put it on right before he gets home 🥰

now i KNOW everyone thinks matthew is a boob guy bc he’s always talking ab man titties, but i honestly thinks he likes EVERYTHING equally 😤 boobs, waist, hips, thighs, butt… he worships ALL of it!

MASSIVE daddy kink, which pairs well with his EQUALLY MASSIVE size kink. he adores pinning your wrists down with his large hands and just hovering over you, observing how small you look underneath him

i also know this man is PACKING

“awh my poor baby, is daddy too big for you? i know my princess can take it.”

“look at you, taking daddy’s cock so well… you deserve a reward, baby. i’ll give you whatever you want, since you’re being such a good girl.”

will literally stop fucking you if you call him any name other than daddy during sex 😭 (as long as he knows you like saying it, obviously)

“come on princess, you know better than that. what’s my name? yeah, say it again. louder.”

mans is a certified munch 😛 he loves receiving oral as well, but he derives a certain type of pleasure from having his tongue on your clit

him fucking you over the balcony when you guys are on vacation in a fancy hotel (don’t try this guys it’s very dangerous LOL)

overall, he’s not into anything super crazy. he’s just a dominant guy with a lot of passion. he can go rough or mellow depending on the day. he’s not super into punishing or denying, like i said, he just wants to make you feel divine. and he wants you to know that you’re his baby, always 🥰

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[spacecasesimmies]

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Sooo story time! I came up with this idea when I was browsing for some items for a new pose pack I wanted to create, I found something that looked perfect I went to download it….and immediately broke my game because I realized it was actually designed for the Sims 2 as made by the lovely @twofingerswhiskey. So instead of just doing a straight conversion I decided to remake it along with some of my own items and accessories and poses. I was also inspired by one of my favorite creators @maytaiii who made such perfect newborn hairs that I’m obsessed with who now has one of her main story sims expecting a new arrival. Thus, this nursing set was born- enjoy!

The set includes 7 things, no extra mesh downloads are required as they are all included here: 

2 versions of the hands-free pump found under gloves

 a bottle acc for adults- found under hats

 a bottle acc for toddlers- found under wrist

 the bottle object- found in kids decor or search: [feeding you]

the breastmilk storage bag- found in kids decor or search: [feeding you]

the pose pack

Credits for the items: lenasims and victor miguel made the wonderful acc bottle mesh that I have recolored for the toddlers. Both links are defunct and adfly’d so I will not be including the links here unfortunately. 333EvE333 made the carbohydrates package that I turned into the milk storage bag wayyyy back in 2015. FYI: The boppy i used for this pose (any similar sized object will work!) was from this beautiful cc creator right here. 

It took way longer than it should to make this teeny little bit of stuff, good grief y’all I swear im never making anything for the sims again goodnight. 

#sims 4 cc #sims 4 pose #sims 4 pose download #ts4 cc #sims 4 toddler #sims 4 #sims 4 accessories #ts4 poses #sims 4 baby #sim 4 toddler pose

[van-yangyin]

LightTree Head and Lights of Tree Accessory 【For all ages】

This is a LightTree Head set that contain a LightTree head and Lights of Tree Accessory for all ages. Hope you enjoy this one! 💗

From a planet far away from Sixam, called Lerighett, reside these tree-headed beings of light. They're said to be of many varieties and species, though the best known is the LightTree. If they have more lights around them, you may have encountered a very powerful one of which they're very difficult to see, though not impossible. Or, on the contrary, they may have been inherited from a weaker lineage, who aren't as powerful. 🟡🌳

Download under keep reading ↓

If you download my CC it means your agree with my T.O.U (English/Español/日本語).

LightTree Head

General Info:

104 swatches

Base game compatible

Located on Detail Skin, Forehead

all ages

disable for werewolves (don't show good on them)

all LOD's

All Maps (Diffuse, Normal, Specular)

Mesh and texture made from scratch

Custom Thumbnails

Compatible with higher and lower game sliders

Known problems: Some parts of the trunk may go deeper into the skin. Since is placed in Skin Details, Forehead, both packages are shown, no matter the gender, but they're written as Male Frame and Female Frame on thumbnail so that they can be easily recognized. Try to use them properly so they don't look bad unless that is the result you want to achieve.

LODs Info: LOD0: 7232 poly | LOD1: 3615 poly | LOD2: 1806 poly | LOD3: 903 poly

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※Choose download the one/ones you want the most or only download Merged: "_T-E_Merged" or "_AllMerged" where all the files are together.※

✨DOWNLOAD LINK✨ (Patreon ~ Always free, no adfly)

✨DOWNLOAD LINK✨ (SFS ~ Always free, no adfly)

Photo in in-game CAS and in-game:

If anyone is wondering, yes, the infant is flying!

~⭐️~

Lights of Tree Accessory

General Info:

9 swatches

Base game compatible

Located on Detail Skin, Crease

all ages

all LOD's

All Maps (Diffuse, Normal, Specular)

hats are disabled

Mesh and texture made from scratch

Custom Thumbnails

LODs Info: LOD0: 2880 poly | LOD1: 1440 poly | LOD2: 720 poly | LOD3: 360 poly

Do you want to know what else I'll be releasing this month and on what day? You can support me on Patreon or Ko-Fi and find out in this posts, here (Patreon) and here (Ko-Fi).

※Choose download the one/ones you want the most or only download Merged: "_T-E_Merged" or "_AllMerged" where all the files are together.※

✨DOWNLOAD LINK✨ (Patreon ~ Always free, no adfly)

✨DOWNLOAD LINK✨ (SFS ~ Always free, no adfly)

Photo in-game CAS and in-game:

Compatible with LightHead and without LightHead:

~⭐️~

Let me know if you find any problem. 🙏❣️ Also if you use this or any of my CC, feel free to tag me so I can see your sims, it will make me very happy to see it!

Do you want to know what else I'll be releasing this month and on what day? You can support me on Patreon or Ko-Fi and find out in this posts, here (Patreon) and here (Ko-Fi).

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Happy simming! 🍀

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[batmannotes]

Batman: The Animated Series Deluxe Set

Mezco Toys announces the Batman: The Animated Series Deluxe Set coming next summer.

Inspired by the 90s animated series, the 5 Points Batman: The Animated Series Deluxe Set contains everyone’s favorite crime-fighting duo and a variety of Gotham City’s most notorious villains, each complete with their own interchangeable heads, arms, and accessories. Each figure is individually packaged in a retro style blister card, perfect for display.

The Batmobile features two seats that Batman and Robin can sit in, rotating wheels with wheel slashers, a sliding cabin roof, and an attachable rocket flame in the rear engine exhaust and you are ready to roll out! The Batmobile is packaged in a window box, perfect for display. 

THE 5 POINTS BATMAN: THE ANIMATED SERIES DELUXE SET INCLUDES:

Batman: the legendary crime-fighting hero of Gotham, equipped with cutting-edge tech and honed to peak human ability to combat evil.

Robin: the Boy Wonder, trained by Batman himself, ventures into the night with his caped mentor as Gotham's greatest crime fighters, known as the Dynamic Duo.

The Joker: the eccentric Clown Prince of Crime and one of Batman's deadliest arch-enemies, weaving his sinister jokes and pranks into heinous crimes in his attempts to take over Gotham City.

Catwoman: A purr-fectly skilled criminal, thief, and the ultimate nemesis of Batman & Robin. 

Batmobile: the supercharged, gadget-filled vehicle empowering Batman and Robin as they embark on their daring missions to keep Gotham safe.

 ACCESSORIES:

Two (2) Batman head portraits

Four (4) Batman arms:

One (1) pair of regular arms (L&R)

One (1) arm with grapple gun holding hand (L)

One (1) arm with batarang holding hand (R)

Two (2) Robin head portraits

Four (4) Robin arms:

One (1) pair of regular arms (L&R)

One (1) arm with bolas rope holding hand (L)

One (1) arm with batarang and bolas holding hand (R)

Two (2) Joker head portraits

Four (4) Joker arms:

One (1) pair of regular arms (L&R)

One (1) arm with knife/fish holding hand (L)

One (1) arm with pointing finger hand (R)

Two (2) Catwoman head portraits

Four (4) Catwoman arms:

One (1) pair of arms with claw hands (L&R)

One (1) arm with whip holding hand (L)

One (1) arm holding necklace (R)

Two (2) batarangs

One (1) gas mask

One (1) grapple hook and rope

One (1) bolas

One (1) laughing fish

One (1) knife

One (1) Isis (cat)

One (1) whip

  5 Points are Mezco’s upgrade to the articulated action figures of yesteryear. These highly detailed, posable action figures feature some of pop culture’s most familiar faces, both old and new.

Shop Mezco Toys on Amazon.

#batman #action figures #news #notes

[flowering-thought]

「 IV 」

Long ago, in a rigid and harsh kingdom, lay a poor prince.

Unable to indulge in his interests and express what he wanted to express.

Till he gained freedom, but the world can be cruel and cold, such a rigid world could never accept the prince.

Perhaps fate may lead to a light on his road of crumbling stones and flowers...

Ivan, the name of a boy who loved things.

What kinds of things? One might think a boy would like scary things, creepy crawlies, and ghost stories that send chills down your spine!

But the things the boy loved were not of the sort. He hated bugs and stories that would plague his mind.

He enjoyed plush animals and watching his mother paint her nails. How such a simple act of painting a nail would make her look so elegant and change how her hands looked completely.

And while he enjoyed the pastel blue his parents had painted his childhood room, he was always drawn to the pastel pink bows his older sister would wear.

He liked the dolls with big eyelashes and the roses his father would buy his mother. The sound of piano playing in the distance when they would make a little picnic spot outside in the yard.

And childlike wonder has no bounds. He asked for pink polish to paint his nails, the one his mother used on his sister. But upon the request, he saw her features turn into an emotion he hadn't seen before.

And very quickly, he realized the small world he had known in his seven years of life was not as it seemed.

As he grew, his interests kept to himself, a rapid ache that would plague his mind and leave a stone in his stomach formed. His peers often say what a man should and shouldn't be.

But why? He loves being a man but why can't he wear what he pleases? Why can't he paint his nails and wear colors he adores?

Why do pieces of fabric and accessories have gender attached to them despite anyone being able to buy them and wear them?

And one day, when everyone was out of the house and he had saved up enough money, he bought the first ever pair of shoes he would come to adore.

In his favorite color of pastel pink, a light shade that looked nice against his pale skin and chestnut-colored hair.

The shoes with a strap around the ankle and a slightly raised heel. A small bow adorning the heel. With his door locked and a few nerve-wracking breaths, he finally fit his feet into the shoes.

He had a problem finding a size that would fit so he went online and had it shipped to a different address, one of those places where they kept the package for you till you could pick it up.

It was a perfect fit.

He could feel his heart filling the moment he stood up. And when he looked down at his feet he was so happy.

He loved how it felt and started walking around his room, getting used to the shoes and the slight heel.

He was a little above average in height, around 5'7, being around 17 at this point but he didn't care. He would get used to heels and wear whatever he wanted one day.

So he swore to himself to leave. To a city where he'd be accepted and where he could finally gain peace.

And one day he did.

A lovely city that reminded him of romance, the canals reminding him of love stories and rose petals.

He found a good job and let his hair grow, ignoring calls from his parents and deciding to live as he wanted.

He got a job working with clothes but it wasn't enough. He didn't want to just work with clothes he wanted to make them, ideas in his head wouldn't stop bugging him so he learned through YouTube videos and random tutorials online how to sew.

It was a slow process, lots of pokes and blood drawn on his fingertips but when he made his first ever dress, a small one made for a doll as he wanted to start small, he found himself just as happy as when he tried on his first pair of pink shoes.

He grew from there, eventually getting better ideas, and soon made his first full-bodied piece for himself. And how he adored it.

He would share his progress on social media, gaining a following and gradual commissions.

The money he gained was enough to live off of and eventually get his friends with shared interests to help procure materials.

And eventually, those in fashion would support him! Ivan had finally found a group he belonged to. The people who found interest in him would reach out, eventually collaborating with others and making friends in fashion that interested him.

Soon he was known under the name Alina. And while no one knew his face or who exactly he was, they knew his artwork and his pieces would make it to small runways, bringing him enough money to be comfortable.

He wore clothing with different colors of lavender, pink, green, and blue, all pastels but he never liked bold colors.

Sometimes, stares would bother him, but he had grown used to it. Especially when he wore extra frilly dresses some would make comments and sometimes it bothered him.

Occasionally a child would get so excited, feeling like they found a princess and he delighted in that innocence as it made him feel normal.

His sister knew of his interests, as she was always more in touch with how people felt. And luckily she never showed disgust or malice towards him for it. Even asking if he could make her some things as she did love lace and sheer poofy clothing.

But his parents never knew. It's why so far no pictures of him and his artwork together were online. He made sure no one did as the fear of his parents' reactions would break him.

He never felt like he wanted to be a woman.

He didn't want a figure like a woman or anything that differentiated the sexes. He is a man and he's sure of that. He just likes different things than the gender norms allow. He loves Jfashion and he loves all sorts of pastel colors and those cute little characters and farming games where you can romance cute girls on a farm!

He knows who he is, he just doesn't know how he would live if his parents rejected him.

One day Ivan dressed models in his designs, he himself dressed in clothes he also designed, wearing a face mask covered with a certain pink bunny character.

He was happily adjusting and making sure no thread was out of place. He let the models walk, the late night and bright lights making a lovely contrast at the show.

But like the sound of piano strings breaking, he was called back to reality when a hand roughly placed on his shoulder and the angry face of his father looking down at him, his mother behind him, tears in her eyes.

And a fight ensues backstage, his father screaming obscenities that he hadn't raised Ivan that way, that he didn't raise a sissy and such a delicate man. His mother asked where they went wrong, and why he would do these types of things.

His father grasped a ribbon in his shoulder-length hair that he had nicely curled for the occasion and tore it out, his hand having a bit of Ivan's poor chestnut hair intertwined in his fingers.

And his father's face dropped a bit when he saw the expression of pure despair on his son's face.

"You don't understand!! I've always liked these things! I liked dolls and frills! And the look of pastel pink bows that Ava always wore! All I ever wanted was to wear cute things and live life as I wanted!" He yelled, tears falling from his blue eyes, makeup slightly smearing.

He grasped his skirt in his hands, trying to find a semblance of control but all the words trapped in his heart kept spilling out, "It's just clothing! Clothing that you feel is not man enough but who decided that? Who cares if I wear what is considered girly! I'm still a man! I'm still a man if I like pink and frills! I'm still a man who loves women and womanly things! Why do you not understand!?" He yelled, the onlookers trying to get security to escort his parents away, some of his friends coming close to try and support Ivan.

His father had grown quiet, trying to hold onto his foolish thoughts, and the last sentence was enough to break Ivan completely despite his parents coming to a realization. The words had slipped through his father's mouth, "It's just not natural.".

And with that Ivan ran, he didn't know where to go or where to run to.

He had run for so long that his ankle slipped and he fell, the strap of his favorite shoes breaking and one falling to the floor, the sound of water running through a canal filling his ears as the pain brought him to reality.

All he could do was sob, slowly getting up, his tights torn through and his knees bleeding, his skirt and petticoat covered in dirt and grime and his mask under his chin so he could breathe.

He wanted to die. He knew rationally his parents would never understand. He knew it deep down. But he never wanted to hear it. He never wanted to know it. He wanted to be in denial.

As he grabbed the stone rail, intricate carvings of the bridge, standing oddly as his shoe that made him fall and hurt his ankle was about a foot away, one shoe still attached.

He noticed the water below. And the thoughts that he normally could keep at bay, the thoughts that only showed up as little periods of time that took his all to get through, the thoughts that now flooded his brain made their way out into the open and his hands gripped the rail.

And it was all too comforting to just want to fall, so he ignored the adrenaline wearing off, his knees bleeding all over his pink-colored tights.

But a hand shot out, your hand that gently grasped his wrist, and that action caused his foot to drop back down on the ground. He looked over and saw your eyes. Your concerned eyes looked straight at his.

He noticed your distraught look, your parted lips as you let out a small sigh of relief, and a bag of groceries fallen right by his shoe.

He couldn't even speak, his Adam's apple bobbing as he started to sob, his shoulders shaking as you enveloped him in a hug and rubbed his back.

Eventually, he sniffles, and you let go slightly, holding his hand as you lead him away from the bridge.

"Come with me for a bit. It's late and you're hurt. So why don't we fix you up a bit hm?" You suggested, your tone soft as you didn't want to startle him.

Ivan nodded, and you led him to the fallen groceries, picking up the bag and contents, and grabbing the shoe.

You eventually brought him inside your home, letting him sit on the couch and setting the shoe down on the floor against the couch.

You put your groceries away and started the kettle, looking at the man in your living room and then at your tea section. You picked up a simple earl grey and once the time was done you let the leaves soak.

You poured a little bit of milk inside the cup and then set the tea in front of Ivan who was still a bit dazed at how fast everything was going for him but also at how slow everything went.

But the small heat that emitted from the cup of tea helped him come back from his haze.

He gently lifted the cup, taking a sip and letting the warmth of the tea warm him up from the cold night.

He didn't notice you go to get a first aid kit, coming back, and moving your coffee table a bit to make room for you to sit.

You sat cross-legged, opening the box where you kept a simple first aid kit.

You grabbed a cotton swab, pouring a bit of rubbing alcohol on it, and looking at his knees you carefully dabbed, noticing how his legs twitched at the sudden sting.

You smiled a bit and gently did the other knee. "You like My Melody right? Your face mask is really cute." You commented.

"I've always loved Sanrio but I've never been quite stuck on one character. They are all so cute I can't choose." You added, taking a bit of pain cream and dabbing a small bit to the wound, knowing it would help with the sting of an open wound.

You looked through the kit for the big band-aids, noticing them at the bottom when Ivan spoke, "I like how Melody is pink and always soft looking." He mumbled.

You chuckled as you undid the protective layer on the bandaid and stuck them to his knees, "That's very true she does look soft. Though I think Pompompurin has a jiggly soft look to him that I like." you state.

You stand up, noticing you're missing something from your first aid kit, and go to the stairs, "Hold on a moment I need to grab something."

He could have run, could have left. You could have been a murderer going to grab an object to murder him with. But he would stay.

If he would get murdered by anyone it would have to be you. You were kind. So kind it hurt.

He felt tears fall from his cheeks again, his heart aching as he held his hands together.

Why couldn't he have met someone as kind as you sooner? Someone to make him feel whole? Why did meeting you make him feel so complete?

Was it how you tried to distract him from his feelings? The warmth from the teacup you gave him?

He didn't know, but he knew his heart ached from the sheer kindness you gave him and it hurt.

You came back downstairs, a roll of thick gauze in your hands and what seemed to be a My Melody plush.

You plopped it in his lap before sitting back down.

He looked started as he wrapped his hands around it, looking back down at you as you unwrapped the thick gauze and gently grabbed his foot, giving him a slight warning before positioning his foot comfortably and wrapping the gauze tight enough to keep it in that position.

The gentleness of your hands, the softness of the plush, everything made his heart ache and he wanted to kiss you at that moment, all his feelings so jumbled together into one big pile that he didn't know what to do or say.

You sat there for a moment and tried to find the words to say till you just decided to say whatever, you were me very quite good with your words when it came down to it.

"I won that plush a while back. It never quite fit with my other plushes but I guess it was waiting for someone like you huh?" You say, keeping a soft smile on your face as you stand up.

"I'm going to head to bed okay? If you need anything tell me. You're free to stay the night."

With that, you left him. He sat downstairs for a solid five minutes, eventually curling up, the small plush in his arms as he curled up on your couch.

He couldn't sleep, but he finally felt comfortable. His parents' words were long forgotten, and even if his knees and ankle hurt, he felt whole thinking that you cared enough to stop him. It had to be fate right?

It felt just like one of those stories! Those fairytales he would read with his sister. You were just like a knight, his only knight who was blessed by a goddess to save him.

A light blush formed on his cheeks at the thought and he sat up, deciding he needed to get better. He couldn't be a helpless damsel in his own story!

So with his new prized possession, he made it back to the runway, seeing his sister there with a concerned expression. When she saw his state she quickly hugged him, looking him over carefully, "Are you okay?? Oh God, I didn't know they would hire a private investigator cause you were distancing from them. I'm so sorry I only found out when they called me asking if you went to my place to hide." She said, everything about how his parents found out clicking in his brain.

But he didn't care anymore. They didn't care about him. They didn't care about the real him. So he smiled at his sister and held the plush tight, "It's okay Ava. I probably shouldn't have kept it a secret so long. I think I'm okay if they don't love me anymore. I won't change myself and I can't change their minds.".

He could see his sister grow sad but probably cause she knew their parents were too stubborn to change. He could understand the conflict of still loving his parents but hating who they were.

He eventually made it back to his home, several of the models who wore his works had sent messages to cheer him up and he finally felt lighter.

He carefully cleared an area on top of the shelf above his desk, moving aside the first-ever pair of shoes he bought and placing the melody plush next to them. And with the melody plush, he placed the shoes he was wearing when he fell, slightly scuffed, and a broken ankle band but he didn't care. Those shoes led him to you.

He then started to design some things outside of his usual lolita or j-fashion, having you in mind as he sketched out the pieces.

He spent weeks thinking about you and searching online maps for your house, finally finding the right street and the bridge.

He looked up the bridge itself, finding that it's a place many who want to end their lives make their way to. But he also noticed an article on how those high numbers of suicides went down in the past year or so.

It made him curious. And he wanted to see you again. He wasn't confident enough to try to talk to you but he just couldn't help but want to see you.

So he dressed in normal clothes, none of his usual fashion present as he didn't want you to notice him. He tied his hair back and put on a hoodie, no makeup or any accessories just sweatpants and his phone in his pocket, the cute phone case he had taken off so he wouldn't be noticed by you.

And after that he walked to your street, finding a bus stop with a bench that he could sit on with the view of your house. He brought a random book with him, not wanting to look suspicious.

Surprisingly no one bothered him, he noticed how quiet your house was, one of the curtains was open wide and he could tell you either weren't in there or awake.

He noticed some movement around noon, watching as you came down the stairs looking tired, shuffling around in your pajamas. Ivan brought out his phone, looking through the lens as he zoomed in on the camera, finding your frame and trying to get the best pictures he could.

He watches as you carefully go through your routine, and in the late afternoon, you head out. Your shift at the bar needed to be prepared for and he took note of the way you went off in. But as much as he wanted to follow you he didn't have enough confidence for that.

He's not a stalker! Or that's what he tells himself as he makes his way to your home, carefully finding a window on the side of your home in what looks to be a sunroom in the back open.

There were so many plants and little pots with mini signs written on them of what seemed to be the names of herbs. He takes off his shoes, carrying them with him so he won't leave any dirt on your floors.

Through the sunroom he makes it to the living area and to your front door. He didn't even notice the sunroom the last time he was here. He places his shoes next to the shoe closet by the door and then heads to the stairs that lead him upstairs.

He notices that to the front of the house after you make it upstairs you have a sitting area with lots of bookshelves, pillows, and blankets strewn about the place. A corner with a small couch that held all sorts of stuffed animals sat next to another shelf.

He couldn't help but grin at the sight, smiling as he looked through the shelves before coming across the door to your room.

He opened it, finding that you had quite the normal room, soft colors, and an unmade bed, a long-necked lamp with a clip held onto your headboard for what he assumed was late-night reading or for whatever your interests were.

Next to the headboard, he noticed a folding door, opening it he found a small room with windows, your clothes hanging from the hangers, and small furniture pieces with drawers that held what he assumed were more clothing.

It was exactly what he wanted, slowly he went through what was hanging up, finding the sizes and examining where things differed. He noticed what was more worn out and what wasn't, the type of fabric, and the colors you chose the most.

Ivan kept everything in mind, pulling out his phone to take some notes and a few pictures for reference before leaving your home the way he came, except he closed the window shut so no creeps would get inside your house.

What he did was research! He wasn't stalking or breaking in! He didn't even take anything or look through the drawers! He wanted to make something for you as appreciation. He didn't have any sinister intentions.

And so with the information he gathered, he practically ran home, looking through the fabrics he had before deciding he should design some stuff before deciding on fabrics and patterns.

He brought out a sketchbook, looking through some old designs before deciding to start a new one, quickly getting started on dresses and other things that he thought you'd look so cute in. Maybe some cute pants with a nice blouse? Or a skirt with pleats and a sweater? His mind raced with ideas before he received an unknown notification from his phone.

The text was from an unknown number, his eyes rolling as he opened it, wondering what kind of scam was after his bank details this time.

Only this time it wasn't a scam.

A picture of him entering your home and an address left with instructions to come over.

His heart nearly stopped at the scary situation. He nearly threw his phone but he stopped himself. There's no way you sent this! If you knew what he did you'd probably just call the police or something. So then, who was it?

The next day he showed up at the address and the meeting he attended at that fancy building in the city would change his life.

Ivan after that became more famous not just in the typical group who adored his style of fashion but also due to more light being shown on his works by outside forces.

Meeting people who had been thrown into their fate with you had made him feel less alone. They held the same ideas and same notions as him, that you led people to their fate and that fate is you! You belong on top of a throne that only they can admire.

And with a better standing in society and the chains of fearing his parents' emotions finally broken, he was free to be who he wanted to be and be loved for it.

And in a room in a certain grand mansion, many dress form mannequins with different outfits to your exact measurements and a wall filled with cloth rolls and a beautiful glass cabinet in the middle.

A prince named Ivan happily dusted the cabinet, his first pair of shoes next to the shoes that led him to his fate, and a plush my melody in between just to display itself among the other items that showed a turning point in his life.

Ivan closed the door to the intricate glass cabinet, locking it with a key on a chain, the chain slipping behind his blouse and a happy smile spreading across his cheeks.

"You'll be here soon. My lovely goddess of fate and life. Oh, how I can't wait to worship your form dressed in the softest of silk just as you deserve."

「 The Theophany of Hestia 」

#.the_cult_♡ #yandere x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #yandere x darling #yandere male #yandere male x reader #yandere cult

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hi i had this guy since i was like 7 and the moment she came out of the package her back legs popped out , then years later i hot glued wheels on her! i was wondering if you knew what pack she's from? thank you!

oh my gosh i love the little wheels ... they're like little mobility wheels !!

if i'm correct (i think i am. bear with me, i am typing this all out at 5am) that is chihuahua #219 - she comes in a singles pack with a dog treat as an accessory :o)

#something about that image is just so cute #🎯.discoveries

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For me..?

Summary: Your college had decided to incorporate a festive gift-giving event, ever more better in secrecy….Oh you’ve been caught… What do you give your assigned student?

Characters: Modern AU! Xiao, Kazuha, Wanderer, Zhongli, Childe.

If you have any characters you’d like to see in my posts, lmk! + i was going to make this with more characters but ideas weren’t coming into my head at the time :(

Xiao

•You -> An authentic jade bracelet, a white tassel attached in the middle of it, gold accented clasps -> Xiao

•Honestly, choosing this gift for him was not that difficult, the only downside being the rather pricey cost, but you thought it was worth it. After all, he has always assisted you whenever you needed it.

•You decided to quite riskily knock on his dormitory door and bolt down the corridor in hopes he didn’t see you making your grand escape. Seconds later, a sleep-deprived student stepped outside his room, glancing around whilst clinging onto the door handle.

•Xiao sighed lightly, crouching down to retrieve the small parcel on his doorstep, which delicately embellished in tones of marigold and teal, resembling himself. At first, he thought a skittery postman had fled to complete his next order, that’s how panicked the knocks upon the wood sounded.

•He shut the door behind him, indolently slouching onto the couch and inspecting the present, opening up its contents. Xiao had to physically stop his jaw from dropping at the sight of such expensive jewellery, who would give such an exorbitant gift?

•It didn’t take him much time to figure out it was you, given that you were the closest to him and due to his reserved nature, not many others. Xiao did consider the possibility of his sister, Ganyu, gifting him such, but she had already told him she was assigned with somebody else.

•He smiled to himself, admiring the bracelet and clasping it upon his wrist. Would he ever take this off? Certainly not. He was positive he would make it up to you, either via a similar gift in nature, or with dozens of drinks and meals whenever you came round.

•Xiao chose the former, synonymously leaving another package at your accommodation, except he concealed himself behind a wall to experience your reaction, chucking quietly. You couldn’t stifle the gasp escaping from your lips at the reciprocated gesture. Besides, you can’t have jewels without the remaining half, can you?

Xiao -> An amethyst beaded bracelet, marbled initials of his and your own name, polished with sterling silver clasps -> You

Kazuha

You -> A gorgeously embroidered scarf, crimson in colour, his initials carefully inscribed within it, soft to the touch with crotchet hearts for tassels -> Kazuha

•Kazuha’s admiration for the vermillion colour was evident since you two met, when you had asked him why, it seemed he was pondering a way to formulate what he would tell you. His soft, gentle voice complimented the words that articulately whispered from his lips told you so in such a poetic way it would put the most esteemed writers to shame.

•’It symbolises many ideas, like love but also bloodshed, i find it can express all emotions solely by its presence.’ So of course, a gift with this fond hue was necessary. You spent a couple of days wondering what to get him before the scarf came into mind.

•Though you didn’t want this to be the regular autumn accessory, going to a shop and buying one won’t carry the message you wished to give your dear friend. You knitted it yourself, despite the effort required for it, appending small hearts in exchange for tassels at the rim of it, and finally embroidering his name into it with a lighter ruby shade, hugging it tightly once you finished.

•It wasn’t difficult to see Kazuha outside from his accommodation, which gave you the perfect chance to enter it secretly and place the item onto his armchair, an envelope placed delicately on top of it containing a cute chibi sketch of him wearing it. Guilty to say this was on your mind for the past week, you just had to!

•When you had made your escape, Kazuha returned a few minutes later, furrowing his eyebrows at the sight of the unlocked door, sighing to himself at his forgetfulness. In case, he checked his dorm to see if any of his items had been displaced or stolen.

•He was delighted to see the accessory on the chair, moving it onto his lap to inspect it, before swaddling himself with the scarf. Opening the letter, Kazuha chuckled lightly at the sight of himself and set the illustration on his desk. He knew it was you, for this was quite obviously a dear fashion student’s work.

•Don’t be surprised if you are seized with a gentle embrace, with Kazuha handing you a miniature box, as this is precisely what you deserved.

Kazuha -> A signet ring from his own heritage, a precious gem inscribed in the centre, from valuable silver. -> You

Wanderer

You -> A scrapbooking journal, complete with ink calligraphy pens, various stickers and equipment, also with a small diary -> Kuni

•You knew he would guess exactly who sent him such the moment he got it, though it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Why? Well, You and Kuni had inside jokes, mainly on him, for he was amusing to tease.

•For example, You recalled the one time when you found him quite literally looking like he could strangle you when you asked him what was wrong as he groggily sat on his bed with a laptop on a pillow. Only after tons of investigation, did you find out it was due to the fact he had submitted his assignment just to find it was the ‘wrong one, as it had been tampered with’, jumping to his own defense.

•It was obvious he had a difficult time suppressing his emotions, specifically such of anger. You had suggested him to try out journaling but he only side eyed you with malice and claimed he ‘didn’t need time-wasting outlets’ So much for that.

•What did you do in spite? Get him exactly as described. Whilst you visited him, and he was occupied in the kitchen of his dormitory, you snook into his resting area and slid the set under his pillow, before casually strolling outside of it despite his critical glare.

•Once you left, and he deemed it time to sleep, was when he found it, quizzically lifting his pillow to see the disturbance. He took it in his hands, even though he was partially embarrassed, Kuni admired the quality of it and your intent.

•Let’s just say he spent the rest of the night sitting in his bed decorating the said journal in a way he felt aesthetically pleasing. Would he ever let you know so? Never, the topic essentially vanished.

Zhongli

You -> A traditional tea brewer and press, with exquisite flavours to try, dainty yet precious -> Zhongli

•Zhongli certainly lived up to his title of an old soul in a young body, his interests seemed to be that of mythology and cultures from various dynasties in his home country.

•Of course, the right thing to do would be to give him a present in this category, for it was undeniable he’d treasure it. Although it would be quite difficult to seek what you had in mind, your determination kept you focused.

•You located an antique store about a mile away from campus, from what you have seen, priceless family heirlooms from elder people had found themselves here in abundance. A gorgeously intricate tea set had you fixtured to it the minute you entered the shop. Just what you needed.

•The young student was curious to see a rather large gift bag on his kitchen countertop the following day, though he couldn’t repress his enchantment at the traditional china, his golden irises fluttering with glee whilst he admired it for what seemed like ages.

•Zhongli was not particularly sure who had gave him this gift, but you were his primary ‘suspect’, to which he decided to approach your lecture hall and wait outside, a small gift bag in his hands, the contents within perfectly concealed.

•You expected him to catch on, after all, Zhongli’s sense of perception was never faulty. You pushed open the large doors only to see him smiling warmly at you, lightly squeezing your hand and guiding you to his dormitory.

• A compromised sort of tea ceremony was laid out before you and him, he poured you your own customary cup and then his, caressing your hand which was laying on the table, idle. Zhongli chucked quietly at your flushed state, ‘Thank you for this gift, i can only give one back to you, please.’ He motioned the present to you, urging you to open it.

Zhongli -> A beautiful folding fan, illustrative dragons and cranes covered one side, the other with lapis and jade mines, resembling the treasure hidden beneath -> You

Childe

You -> A cerulean whale plushie with the most adorable expression, accompanied by another rosy one, wearing a smiley face -> Childe

•You and Childe instantly clicked when he first joined, partly due to the fact you were both exchange students, though he was of Russian descent and you from your respective country.

•The other reason was his humorous and gentle personality, the last quality was seen by only you, as Childe typically seemed a little eccentric and carefree to others. You adored the way he would wait for you outside your dorm to walk you to your next class, or how he traced his fingers in spiralling patterns upon your palm to soothe you when feeling overwhelmed.

•Truly, Childe was the most compassionate person you had ever met, so of course you were delighted at the opportunity at gifting him a present. Once your lectures were finished for the day, you decided to catch the local train into the city centre. Yes, Childe did have a car, but you wouldn’t want him to find out about this gift.

•Browsing the spectrum of stores within the mall, a certain one caught your eye. This particular shop was overflowing with cute plushies and stationary, it was difficult to resist the urge to vigorously purchase everything inside it. You skimmed the shelves until you found your gift, a squishy plush whale accompanied with another, one in azure whilst the other in rose.

•When you returned to your dorm, it was early evening at least, giving you enough time to wrap your presents and to anonymously deliver them to his own. You did this with the traditional ‘knock and run’ method, leaving it on his doorstep as you hastily sprinted back.

•Childe was quite puzzled, clutching onto the doorknob and motioning the door open whilst balancing his laptop on his forearm. He looked down to see the dainty gift bag, it’s contents concealed neatly and carefully, before picking it up and placing it on the chair beside where he previously sat to investigate it.

•Childe discarded the wrapping paper, sighting the precious little animal and rather childishly hugging it whilst grinning to himself. The small label on the ribbon around his neck claimed it was a 2 piece bundle, though he couldn’t find one in the bag. After some careful thought, he came to the conclusion it was you, besides, he didn’t think anyone else he knew would give him a gift of this nature, right?

•The following day, Childe waited upon your own doorstep, to whom you opened the door to and let him in. He was right, he immediately saw the other matching plush on your bed, surrounded by pillows in a poor attempt to conceal it. Smirking lightly as he read your rather nervous expression.

•He leaned into you, gently grasping your face in his palms as he admired your now flustered countenance, pressing his lips onto your forehead with pure affection, then embracing you in his arms whilst he caressed your hair.

•’I find it adorable how you got us matching plushies, though you seem to be competing with that action.’ Childe teased, chuckling lightly whilst you bashfully hid your face in your hands. Welp, you suppose you weren’t so good at hiding your identity, but he would argue he liked this outcome more.

#genshin impact #we’re zhongli and xiao lovers here #xiao #zhongli #childe #wanderer #kunikuzushi #college au #genshin impact xiao #genshin impact zhongli #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin impact kazuha #kazuha #genshin impact childe #genshin x reader #genshin #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #kazuha x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin alatus #anemo boys #kuni #genshin modern au #genshin fluff #fluff #genshin morax #alatus #was gonna add more characters

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hii !! hope ur doing well

just wondering if you could do a Trevor x reader where the reader has a nipple piercing or like a lot of piercings sm like that lol

don’t mind if smut or not !

thank you :))

Apologies for the late answer. I've been stuck in writers-block for a while and trying to overcome it! Thank you for the request.

Summary: Trevor Philips likes a lady with nipple piercings.

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 1441

It was a sudden urge, a momentary collision from a stranger to a stranger. Your two worlds merged when catching eyes in the crowded, lively night-club. His brown eyes, them brown goddamn eyes. The first words to exit his troubled mouth were profound compliments towards your black dress. With poetic terms, highly exaggerated, he expressed how ravishing your thighs and curves were. His voice, his charms; your weakness, even then. You managed to get his name (throughout the many attempts of distracting him from your physical appearance).

Trevor Philips.

A recent visitor of Los Santos. He mentioned finding this night-club out of pure luck. There were large scales of alcohol in his system from the way he’d occasional lean against you for support, and the slight intangible slurs of his tongue. It was hard to understand certain words but it wasn’t really dependable considering he skipped from topic to topic, forgetting to engage you in his drunken rambles.

Nonetheless, the scenery changed as he hushed you into a private room (that was assigned to only janitors). He managed to get close to you, his hands eagerly tugging your waist, feeling your dress. You were flattered at the amount of praises, compliments, words of worship he’d express. This guy, Trevor, would stare at you like you were his saviour. That hungry, intense stare would slowly undress you until the shelves held both your weights.

He was sloppily kissing your lips, holding you on his lap. Your dress was torn off, underwear remaining. He too was shirtless for the time being as the kissing grew more passionate and wanting. There were hands clawing your bra-straps, burning your skin, tormenting your ass. He touched every possible sector of your skin until he couldn’t handle anymore, his patience lacking.

“Let me – “ Trevor would pant, “Let me see you, I gotta have you.”

From the tone of his voice, you knew he was demanding for the full package. It was visible from the beginning that he lacked self-control, so much so that refusing his affections at first had made him blame you for “misleading an innocent guy”. Childish yet hypnotising.

So you breathed in his neck and signalled him to take off your bra.

You could of sworn he whimpered with excited. Trevor’s fingers fiddled with the straps until it came loose. He then looked down and slowly revealed your bare chest, eyes glistening with delight when he came across a pair of nipple piercings that sat beautifully upon your breasts.

“Ohh… A nipple ring!” Excitement bubbled his voice. He allowed a finger to inspect this piercing, occasionally touching and pulling, testing the agility it had.

“Do you like it?” You’d squeeze together your boobs and lean forward, giving him a better viewing of it.

“That’s an underfuckingstatement… I fucking love when chicks have nipple piercings. It’s so hot.” Trevor was fixated on your chest before he cupped them into his big hands, giving them a squish.

You sat back as he continued playing with your breasts. Low groans would leave his mouth whenever it would bounce in his palms. He was utterly obsessed with your body accessory that it was driving him mad. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward and licking the silver piercing, eyes darting to yours for assurance.

Hands grasped the back of his neck and he immediately knew you liked the sensation and carried on licking each nipple ring, giving them the equal amount of attention and love. You’d moan his name whenever his touch got aggressive and possessive. He nudged you further onto his lap until your tits were touching his chest. Trevor looked into your eyes with a heavy smirk, once again kissing like there was no tomorrow. His kiss caught you off guard and made you tumble back, but he used this chance to crawl over you, the cold floor torturing your naked back.

“You’re proof of the divine, sugar.” He’d breath throughout the kiss, his hands trapping you into his cage. Then he crouched against your lower stomach and kissed down your neck before returning to your breasts.

“Ah…” You softly gasped when he animalistically licked in between your boobs.

“I think I love you,” Confessed Trevor who was obviously love-structed within the crest of your chest, “Marry me… Marry me, love me, let me fuck you, eat your pussy – “ And he continued bombing you with fake assumptions made from the void of his heart.

“Trevor…”

“I’m desperately in love with you, my lady.” He quickly proposed before departing from your chest and grabbing your arm, bringing it around his shoulder so your faces were close and personal.

“You can’t be so sure.”

“Are you telling me what I feel?”

“You’re drunk.”

He scoffed and nibbled your jaw, “I’m sober enough to be here with you right now.”

“It doesn’t work like that – You know what, fine, whatever.” You decided to change the subject before he could fuck you.

“Now can you help your poor old Trev out? My boy’s burning with passion. He needs some… Warmth.” You felt his finger itch closer to your panties, drawing it down enough for the cool air to tickle you.

The next few seconds, you were stripped, pussy dared to be exposed. You still had your arm draped around his shoulder, even when he was beginning to line his boner against your opening.

“That’s a girl…” He praised before rocking into you and moaning with delight.

You suggestively whispered his name and kept a steady grip on his shoulder as he began to thrust into your cunt. Trevor lowered his head, chewing on his bottom lip with his eyes closed.

“Oh, yeah. That’s right.” He’d grumble when finding a satisfying pace, using a free hand to feel your tits again as it would bounce due to the force of his thrusts.

“Fuck… Yes – AH!” Squirming, you gasped loudly after your piercings were being fondled with again. You looked down and saw him squeeze them with a dangerously focussed face. Trevor’s gentle touch was replaced by pure bliss as he just mangled your boobs, making you a panting mess.

“I love when chicks have sensitive nipples…” He’d ponder – watching you react to every poke and twist of his fingers against your piercing and breast.

“Harder… Trevor, harder!”

His eyebrows perked after you begged for more momentum. He adjusted himself, giving you a subtle wink, then creating deeper thrusts, abusing your pussy. Trevor would moan and bury his face between your boobs as the whole rush of adrenaline was frustratingly overwhelming.

“FUCK! YES!” You immediately laughed and whimpered.

Trevor growled when receiving your verbal enjoyment. He rocked harder until the janitors cupboard had echoes of skin slapping against one another. He’d heavily grunt, occasionally releasing a high-pitched whimper and whine. He just wanted to feel every inch of you.

“Oh, God… Yes, yes… Fuck! Trevor!”  

It went harder.

“I’m gonna…”

And harder.

“Trevor… OH, OH!”

He was practically chanting your name every second, his mouth not giving any rest as he thrusted again, feeling his hips shake and penis throb.

“Sweet little… Fuckin’ cunt… FUCK!” He swore in a whiney tone before inhaling dramatically and spluttering out inaudible praises, his cock squirting cum deep in your pussy.

The heavy release of his semen made you gasp for air. Your stomach felt heavy after his orgasm as he trailing his finger down your breast and stomach, bullying your clit despite the leakage of his own cum drooling out from your sex. He was sweating and panting, watching the way you squirmed in his arms.

“C’mon… C’mon…” Trevor antagonised, “Cum for me.”  

“ – Ohhh… Oh, fuck! Yes!”

“You’re so hot…” He’d ogle your body, fixated on your tits again. Something about your chest had him hooked. He restrained himself from doing anything else before your legs jerked up and stomach churning. He smirked when you came all over his fingers.

“Fuuuck!” You moaned through your intense orgasm.

“That’s right…” He praised.

“God, I feel so good, fuck!”

Trevor crawled over your static body as he desperately kissed your lips again. He rubbed your hips and waist, wanting nothing more but to be as close as possible.

“Trevor…” You murmured through the kiss, tugging on his thin hair.

“You’re gorgeous. Sexy lips, fuckin’ body of a goddess, baby.”

“Mmm…” You were enjoying his lips on yours before the door knocked and someone, presumable the janitor himself, called out.

“Eh? Hey! Who’s in there! Let me in, dammit! Get out!”

Trevor gave you a cheeky smirk as you both got dressed and rushed out of the cupboard, outrunning the janitors attempts of stopping you.

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[rorywritesjunk]

And I can see it each and every time you smile

The Wives have a Girls' Night once a month and Buggy finally gets invited.

Rating: PG Warning: None except Buggy cries once. A/N: Inspired by the ask the lovely @hey-august sent me about The Wives having a Girls' Night. And then I ran with it.

Title comes from "Freshly Laundered Linen" by Boom Forest.

The first clue was the basket of snacks Birdie carried onto the ship. How did she always know where to find them whenever they were at a port? They were things Buggy had never even heard of, but when he looked at the packaging, he figured they must be fancy because the names of the snacks had fancy symbols over the letters while being written in cursive. She wouldn’t even let him have one to try, which was just heartbreaking because she always baked the best treats and let Buggy have the first taste of whatever she made.

The second was Cupcake carrying a few bottles of wine and rum in her arms while holding a few glasses pinched between her fingers. Buggy offered to help her carry them but Cupcake shrugged him off. It was hard not to feel dejected that his wife didn’t need him for that, but what was worse was that he noticed she had a fourth glass. Did they have a friend they were inviting over? How was that fair?

When he saw Sunny in her room a few hours later, a pile of things on her bed, he knew what was going on. He saw the cute clown printed jammies she bought one time on a whim, the fluffy blue bathrobe, and what she called her ‘pampering kit’: manicure set, face masks, hair accessories, everything to feel pampered.

He wasn’t jealous, not at all. Buggy loved that his wives had a Girls Night where they could just be with each other and not with him. He encouraged it, even if he heard them laughing throughout the ship, the murmur of their voices carrying through the walls as they had a Husband Free Evening. He wondered what it was that was so funny. Were they laughing at him, or maybe something he said earlier? Honestly, how could they have that much fun without him around? 

Buggy wasn’t sulking through dinner. He was just feeling a little put out because he knew that he would be alone for a few hours while the three of them disappeared somewhere on the ship (he has never figured out where they end up each time). He tried not to look miserable through dinner, but his wives were well aware how he was feeling and it was Sunny who finally said something.

“What are you doing after dinner, honey?” She asked while Cupcake started clearing the table. Buggy shrugged, pushing his plate away before letting his head drop on the table with a loud sigh.

“Being alone, wallowing away in self pity as I await my lovely wives to come back to me.” He lamented dramatically; all three rolled their eyes while Sunny reached over to touch his shoulder gently.

“So you don’t want to join in on our fun then?”

That’s all Sunny has to say for him to immediately perk up. He was invited to their Girls’ Night. What did that even mean? He didn’t know what to really expect except tasty snacks, drinks, and someone’s hair getting brushed.

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“This is what you do?” Buggy asked, having changed into the silly clown jammies Sunny had for him while also wearing the fluffy pink robe. He was sitting on the floor in front of Sunny who was currently running a brush through his hair while Birdie worked on his nails and Cupcake rubbed a lemon scented face mask onto his face, making sure to be mindful of his nose. “You just do this for hours?”

“Mhm.” Cupcake said as she applied the mask thick onto his face. “It’s nice to just let loose and do nothing.”

“But you don’t want me around when you do it.” He frowned as Sunny sectioned his hair. All three paused for a moment before Birdie grabbed a bottle of nail polish and held it up for his approval. It was a dark green with a shimmery tone to it, which he nodded to.

“We figured you wouldn’t want to do it.” Cupcake told him with a shrug. “It’s not very exciting.”

“Yea, you aren’t really the type to just sit around, honey.” Sunny added in, leaning down to kiss the top of his head before she went back to brushing. 

“Besides, it’s a way for us to talk any problems out without you jumping in to try and save the day.” Birdie finished as she cleaned the tops of his nails before starting the top coat. “And it’s how we’ve been getting to know each other better.”

“I just don’t want you fighting!” Buggy insisted as Sunny sectioned out his hair for a crown braid. Cupcake finished with the face mask and wiped her hands clean with a washcloth. “That’s all!”

“Disagreements are normal.” Cupcake shrugged. “We have them sometimes.”

Buggy’s jaw dropped at that revelation. “Really?”

“Yea, which is why we do this.” Sunny stuck some hairpins between her teeth as she started the braid. “And I wanted to get Cupcake comfortable here, and then we wanted Birdie to feel the same, and so we have snacks, drinks, and laugh about how much we love this goofy clown who wanted to marry all three of us.”

“Yea, what kinda guy wants three wives who he can’t say no to?” Cupcake grinned as she grabbed a bag of cookies from the basket and opened them up. She helped herself to one first before offering one to Buggy. With his current position of Sunny braiding his hair and Birdie painting the nails on one hand, he didn’t want to move, so Cupcake placed one in his mouth. “I’ll get you a drink, babe.”

“So… so you don’t talk about me?” Buggy asked as he chewed the cookie. It was tasty but he thought Birdie’s baking was better. 

“We do, but not in the way you’re thinking.” Sunny assured him. “We tell each other stories of funny things you’ve done, or stupid things we’ve done, but it’s all fun, Buggy.”

Cupcake filled a glass with some kind of bright red wine and stuck an orange straw in it before holding it out for Buggy. He took a few sips, making a bit of a face at the taste. It was far too sweet for him, which told him this was a flavor Cupcake picked out. Birdie didn’t drink wine and Sunny tended to go for something dry. This was like drinking a liquified strawberry with more sugar than strawberry in it. 

“I’ve really enjoyed it.” Birdie said as she checked Buggy’s nails for any smudges. The green wasn’t quite his color but he chose it, she wouldn’t convince him otherwise. “I like hearing what you’ve all been up to, it’s comforting in a way, you know? It makes me feel like I made the right choice in coming here.” Once she was satisfied that hand was done, she moved onto the next hand. “I love you guys, it’s fun here.”

That was not really the wrong thing to say, because Buggy jerked his hands away to cover his face so they wouldn’t see the tears starting to stream down his face, forgetting the thickly applied face mask he was wearing. It smudged around, getting into his eyes and hair, and the lemon, though it smelled wonderful, stung his poor eyes. The three just watched him bring the mild chaos upon himself while he whined about his eyes hurting, how the mask mixture got into his mouth and how gross it tasted, and that some of it may have gotten up his nose. 

“Why is it you invited him again?” Cupcake sighed as she grabbed a washcloth to wipe his face while Birdie took hold of his hands to keep him from smushing the mask around even more. Sunny just shook her head as she grabbed a glass and filled it with water.

“Because we love him and he makes us laugh.” Sunny chuckled as Cupcake tried to wipe Buggy’s face clean while Birdie tried to fix the work she did on his nails. “Next Girls’ Night he can do our makeup if we don’t make him cry again.”

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[andrevasims]

hi andreva, im wondering if you could PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE🙏🙏🙏 share this sim? /post/725244940565757952 🙈🙈 hes so hot

Sure - He's wearing 9 accessories, so I included all the accessory meshes in the .zip folder. He's also wearing EAxis earrings, necklace, and face piercings.

When he was packaged, Bodyshop thought his hair color was red for some reason, so it packaged the wrong color file and he doesn't have facial hair. idk why that happened since he never had red hair, but I put the correct facial hair file in the .zip folder (it's KrabbyLifaGoateeChinSidesSPopV2Black, originally from here).

It looks like his eyebrows are missing, but they're actually just red, again because the hair color got messed up somehow. The eyebrows I used have all 4 colors in one file, so they can be corrected just by changing his hair color.

His facial hair and eyebrows are supposed to be black, but his hair is blonde, so it'll probably just keep looking weird until you get him in a household and use Change Appearance, since that's the only place that lets you change the color of hair/brows/facial hair independently.

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