#Large/unique noses

[charlesoberonn]

So many animated shows have such great female character designs full of color and personality and then the men are just... that sure is an average middle-class American male in jeans and t-shirt.

[livyamel]

Daily reminder, as an artist, to give some of your female characters large or distinct noses!

[cuntwrap--supreme]

Thanks, Google, for reminding me that my mom's cat has always been a fucked up little guy

[s0dium]

Needier

A/n: Thanks for all the support. It is not necessary to read pt.1 to read this <3

Word Count: 3.6k

Pt.1

Warnings: Pervert Yuuta, panty sniffing, pining, male masturbation, pre mature ejaculation, edging, pussy eating, thigh humping, mentions of breeding, slight dubcon, multiple orgasms, pussy drunk

Yuuta Okkatsu would like to say that he is a patient man.

In fact he would even pride himself on this quality, that no matter how thin his restrain was stretched, no matter how much he was tested, out in the open, Yuuta Okkatsu remained composed

Of course, you wouldn’t know that. No, you certainly have no idea what a patient man Yuuta has been. Been for you. You have no idea that since that day, simply being near you is the ultimate test of his restraint. That every accidental touch sent a surge of electricity through his veins, coursing hot blood straight to his dick, and a swarm of most unholy thoughts on what he'd fucking do to you. You certainly haven't the faintest clue that beneath his calm smile, dark tired eyes, and casual conversation, his mind explores your body, fucks you until your creaming all over him, and makes you swallow every last drop of cum he'd fuck into your cute mouth.

There are times when he treads a line though. Subtly, almost imperceptibly, Yuuta finds excuses to be near you, to catch the faint scent of your shampoo or the unique fragrance that seems to encapsulate your essence. One time, he found himself in the dorm's laundry room, where your belongings were left slightly askew, a common sight among the hustle of Jujutsu student life. Among the disarray, a piece of your laundry accidentally catches his eye—pink underwear and a beige bra. His heart races with a mix of guilt and absolute longing as picks up the fabric and he buries his nose into the cloth, desperately breathing in your smell.

"F-fuck" Yuuta groans upon breathing your scent. How could you smell so fucking sweet? Damn it, his dick is already getting hard. But almost as quickly as he picked it up he puts your underwear down, chastising himself for the lewdness of his actions, the vulgarity.

Yes, Yuuta has resolved to bide his time. He will wait for the perfect moment, a serene pause in the rush of daily life, it is then when he will confess his feelings to you. It is then he won't have to be patient anymore.

His restraint always wavered at nightfall though. This night was no exception. Throughout the day, glimpses of you in your gym shorts and tank top haunted him, aroused him, etching a vivid image that refused to fade with the setting sun.

As he retreated to his room, the weight of the day's impressions bore down on him. The moment the door clicked shut, a sigh escaped his lips as he pulled out his dick and languidly fisted his length. Pre-cum was already dribbled on his pretty pink tip but he used the milky liquid to guide his hand up and down in fast fluid motions.

"Please, f-fuck please y/n" He whined, stumbling over to his bed where he could pull out the polaroid you took of him and yourself together. What would you think if you knew he had fucked himself almost every night to this seemingly wholesome selfie you took? Through heavy eyelids he gazes upon your face, the motion of his hand speeding up as the thoughts of you intensified. He wants to feel you so bad, be inside you, feel your walls squeeze around him struggling to take him in. How would your moans sound? How would your boobs feel like in his large palms, would you let him eat you out? Oh what a dream that would be, Yuuta doesn't think he'd stop licking your cunt if he ever got your chance. Yes, he'd make you feel so good, you'd make him feel so good, so much better than his fist, he's so close to cummin-

*ping*

Amidst the pleasure, Yuuta feels the vibration of his phone on his bed. He doesn't want to look not now, not now when he's so close, but his eyes accidentally wander to the screen, widening when they see the message is from you.

Blinking back the pleasure, Yuuta stops his ministrations, wipes his dominant hand on a piece of tissue, and grabs his phone. The screen lights up, and a jolt of surprise sends his heart plummeting when he sees your name. The message is simple,

"Wanna come over for a movie night in ten?"

His response is almost immediate.

"Yeah sure."

Yuuta's fingers tremble as he sends the message. Is this it? Is this the chance he has been waiting for? Hastily, he cleans his hands with a towel, discarding his current attire for something more casual. Stifling a soft groan, he tucks his half-hard dick into his sweatpants under his boxer's waistband. Then he replaces his white uniform coat with a graphic t-shirt, a more relaxed and inviting look

Checking his appearance in the mirror, he runs a hand through his black hair. He's always wondered how you perceived him. Did you find him as attractive like he did to you? Finally, unable to wait any longer, he exits his room. The short walk to your door feels like an eternity, each step heavy with a mix of nerves and excitement. He arrives, takes a deep breath to steady himself, and knocks softly.

Yuuta's breath almost catches in his throat when you open the door and his eyes fall upon your body and what you are wearing. You stand behind the door, bathed in the dim soft light of your bedroom, wearing a simple white tank top that Yuuta thinks is almost ethereal against your skin. One strap hangs loosely, teasingly off your shoulder, revealing the gentle curve of your collarbone and the subtle hint of your breast's outline. The fabric, light and airy, falls just short enough to offer a glimpse of your cute stomach and your black shorts that cling to your curves, sculpting the fat of your ass and the contours of your hips.

Is this what an angel look like Yuuta wonders?

"Yuu, hello Yuu, are you listening?" you wave your hand gently in front of his dazed eyes, trying to snap him back to the present.

"Oh yeah," Yuuta chuckles softly, "sorry just a little tired."

"Well you dont have to stand there come in!" you say through a smile, opening the door and stepping aside so Yuuta can come into your room.

As Yuuta steps over the threshold, a wave of your room's scent envelops him—the subtle blend of lavender and vanilla that he's caught hints of whenever you've been close, but never this intense. The scent sits on his tongue making Yuuta's head grow fuzzy. It's inviting, sweet, and intimate, filling the space with a warmth that makes the room seem cozier than its plain decor suggests.

Your room is tidy, with a soft pink rug adding a splash of color against the otherwise neutral tones. Your laptop is open on the bed, surrounded by a few scattered notes and pens. You sit down on the edge of the mattress, the bed shifting slightly under your weight, and pat the spot next to you, a silent invitation for him to join.

He takes a moment, thickly swallowing before moving towards you and taking the offered seat. The bed dips under his weight, bringing him slightly closer.

"So," you start, your voice a soft murmur in the quiet of the room, "wanna watch the new haikyuu movie? Ive been dying to see it'"

"S-sure" Yuuta manages to nod, his voice catching on the single syllable as he tries to focus on what you're saying rather than how close you are. He doesn't think he's ever been this close to you, your bodies are practically touching. He can see your facial expressions up close, and catch things he's never noticed before; like the twitch of your eyebrow or how you lick your lips when you focus on something 

The movie begins with its vibrant opening scenes, characters leaping across the screen in intense volleyball matches, but you couldn't even ask Yuuta the names of the characters. It seems to be about some guys getting their panties in a twist over volleyball ball. He doesn’t know and frankly, he doesn’t care. He's too acutely aware of your presence just inches away, the warmth of your shoulder brushing against his every so often. How if he really tried, he could lean in and see down your shirt.

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his racing thoughts, and steals a glance at you. God you are beautiful. He wants to say something, to make some comment about the movie to show he's paying attention, but words fail him. Instead, he just shifts slightly, moving a fraction of an inch closer to you under the pretense of getting a better view of the screen.

Something important must've happened because suddenly, you grab his thigh in reaction to a particularly intense scene in the movie. The sudden touch sends an electric jolt through him, and his dick jumps with excitement. Yuuta has to bite his lip to stifle a groan just from your touch. His face flushes a deep red, and he turns to look at you, catching your excited expression as you watch the screen. Of course you have no idea what you are doing to him.

Yuuta tries to refocus on the movie, but it's a futile effort. The warmth of your hand seeps through his clothing, igniting a fire that makes his dick strain against his waistband. His mind races with thoughts of turning to you, of closing the distance between you with a kiss that he's been fantasizing about. Is this it? Is this the moment he has been waiting for? Yuuta swallows hard, his mouth dry, his thoughts swirling with the possibilities of what could happen if he just leaned in and fucking kissed you.

Now, now now.

Yes, Yuuta is a patient man, until he isn't.

Without another moment's hesitation, Yuuta acts on the impulse that has been building within him. His hand, shaky with anticipation and nerves, reaches out to gently grasp your chin, turning your face towards him. The sudden contact startles you, pulling your attention away from the screen to his intense, longing gaze.

"Yuu- what?" You say softly but he doesn't respond. Instead, as if driven by a force beyond his control, Yuuta leans in and his lips meet yours in a kiss that is both tentative and desperate. It's, needy, messy, and hungry, his lips devouring yours with all the pent-up yearning and silent adorations he's harbored, a kiss that speaks to how god damn patient he's been.

Your initial shock gives way to the unfolding reality of the moment. The warmth of his lips against yours sends a surge of emotion through you, mingling surprise with an escalating thrill. He didn't know it, but you have been patient too.

Yuuta's heart races as he senses your hesitation melting away. This can't be real, you are actually kissing him back. Your lips are so soft against his, Yuuta is damn near having an out-of-body experience from how sweet you taste. His fingers slide into your hair, deepening the kiss with a gentle assertiveness, as if afraid you might pull away. But you don't. Instead, you lean into him, parting your lips to let his tongue slide in and entangle with yours. Your own hands find their way to his broad shoulders, gripping them for balance and perhaps, in a way, for anchorage amidst his desperation.

As your lips part, you both are left breathless, a string of saliva connecting your panting mouths. You feel warmth blossom in your stomach when you meet Yuuta's gaze. He looks entirely bothered, pupils blown and dark black hair tousled from your roaming hands.

"More, please" Yuuta barely whispers before meeting his lips with yours again. This time he's bolder, one of his hands snaking under your white top to cup your boobs. "Oh fu-" He groans into your mouth, feeling the fat of your breasts fill in the gaps of his fingers as he squeezes and presses on the squishy skin.

Suddenly, Yuuta moves, his body positioning over yours in a fluid, careful motion and so his groin is on top of your thigh. For a moment your too absorbed in his messy kiss that you almost miss how he starts to grind his dick against your thigh.

"Ngh so good," Yuuta moans into your mouth, dragging his clothed crotch up and down your lower thigh, full on humping it. He knows he should stop, that he shouldn't be acting like some pervert, but Yuuta's brain is so fuzzy, so lost in the realization that you reciprocate his feelings and that this is actually happening, that he can't bring himself to do anything besides hump your leg like a he's in heat.

"Yuu, please...." You whine amongst his incessant kisses. You can feel a wet spot start to form on his sweatpants and you moan at the feeling of being used like a sex toy.

Yuuta wants to say something, something about how good he's feeling, something about the buzzing in his head and the warmth spreading through out his body. But he can't. Everything feels too good right now, too heavenly he can't even open his eyes or ignore the colors dancing across his eyelids. Your tongue feels so good against his, and your lips are so soft, he can't help but rut against your soft skin faster and harder, he can't stop himself from climbing high and higher into a euphoric bliss.

Then, it hits him. With a choked whine into your ear, Yuuta cums into his pants, leaving your thigh wet and sticky.

"Oh god baby I'm so sorry," he babbles, choking on each syllable from the aftershocks of his orgasm. Shit shit shit. How could be fuck up the opportunity so badly? Surly you were going to be disgusted by him, any moment now you were going to ask him to leave.

Reluctantly, he lifts his head to meet your gaze, taken aback by what he sees. You're panting, cheeks flushed, lips glossy from his kisses, and your eyelids heavy with arousal.

"No no, It's okay, Yuu" you murmur, petting the back of his black hair, "I mean, we can stop if you want-"

"No!" Yuuta cuts you off. "Please, I... I want this. Wanna fuck you so badly baby please." He whines into your neck, peppering kisses on your soft skin.

And how could you stay no?

You nod and Yuutas eyes light up. Immediately he’s pulling down your pants and underwear, eyes widening at the sight of your cunt. If you wanted, Yuuta thinks he could cum again just from looking at you. Your first instinct is to close your legs, to shield yourself from being so exposed from Yuuta's intense gaze. However, two strong hands firmly grasp the underside of your thighs and press them towards you, effectively folding you in half and spreading you wide open.

"Yuu..." You whine, but your protests fall upon deaf ears. Right now Yuuta is in a whole other world. Right now, in this moment, Yuuta thinks he must have died and gone to fucking heaven. His tongue darts out to wet his lips because oh god he is practically drooling right now at the sight of you. He knew you where beautiful but Jesus christ. He releases one of your thighs to spread your wet folds with his pointer and thumb, pupils dilating at the sight of your tight hole clenching around nothing.

"Yuu pl~"

Yuuta doesn't let you finish the sentence because he is already on you, his eager hot mouth enveloping your twitching clit, licking and sucking. His tongue flattens, softly lapping at your sensitive pearl before swirling it around, fast and gentle enough to have you whining.

“Oh god yuuta m’ gonna c-cum”

Your voice has him moaning into your cunt and aggressively rutting his hips into the bed for relief. At this rate he was going to cum before you again, and that couldn't happen, no he needed to be inside you first.

Yuuta immediately relinquishes his ministrations on your pussy with a loud ’pop’ making you whine at the loss of your release that was so close.

“Not now baby ok?" He says through a groan. "Wanna feel you first, been dreaming about."

Yuuta's pulling down his sweatpants now, and you watch with wide eyes as his long length springs out. You don't know what you expected but you didn't expect him to be so big. Pre-cum dribbles down his pink tip and along the length of his member.

"Yuu, I dont think- I think its gonna hu-" You choke out but your words fall upon deaf ears. He's already aligning himself with your hole, and you jerk at the pressure of his tip against you.

"Slow, slowly please." You whisper and Yuuta wants to listen to you, he really does, but every cell in his brain is screaming at him to do the opposite. Yuuta stills against you, and for a moment you think he's going to say something, even acknowledge your words.

"M'sorry baby." He murmurs into your ear before bullying his length all the way inside of you. The world spins and for a second Yuuta's mind goes completely blank, he doesn't even hear the moan that's been ripped from your throat. All the nights he's fantasized about this moment, the hours he spent jacking off and touching himself, everything, all disappeared the moment he slipped inside you. You felt good? Try euphoric. Yuuta wasn't even thinking thoughts he was seeing colors. How could he ever think his fist could compare to you? The way your walls sucked in and hugged him, so wet and warm, god, no amount of fantasizing could've compared to the real thing.

“Y-you gotta l-loosen up baby or im gonna ah~”

It was all too much, he had just slipped in you, and yet and he was down for the count. Everything was too good too fast, he couldn't stop the high that was approaching even if he wanted to.

"fuckfuckfuck baby pl-" Its too late. Thick ropes of cum spill inside you, there's so much of it it's escaping from the sides of his dick and dripping out your hole.

You whine at the warm feeling blossoming in your stomach, and before you can even get a word in, Yuuta reels his hips back and slams into you.

“No not gonna stop,” He said through gritted teeth and your eyes widen when you feel his already hard again dick continue to push into you.

Your toes curl at the sensation of Yuuta's dick pressing against your cervix. The friction and the stretch of his member has your mouth falling open and your tongue panting out. In a great display of strength, he pulls both of your legs over his shoulders and grabs your hands to pin them down with his. The new position has his dick reaching spots you could only dream about hitting with your fingers, and as his thrusts speed up, you desperately hold onto Yuuta hands with yours.

"So good yuu!" You wail as he presses kisses along your neck, his hips not so much as stuttering as they thrust in and out of you like he is in heat.

“So good baby you feel so good wanna fuck you every day, never stop fucking you." He feverishly groans into your skin. Every time he thrusts into you, his hips reel back so his length leaves you almost empty, only to ram back into you again to keep you full and dumb on his dick.

Unable to handle the sensation, your back arches and your heels dig into the muscles of his back. Yuuta doesn’t let up his pace, in fact, he increases it, pounding your cunt like he will never get a chance again. He wants to make you shake, make you moan and whine with pleasure, and fill your brain with only thoughts of him until you're begging him to fuck you more and more. His mind is foggy, everything just feels and looks so good, he’s not even thinking when he lets go of one of your hands and shoves his two fingers in your mouth, digits pressing down on your tongue and swirling around in the spit.

“Your gonna let me use you when ever I want right? Gonna be good for me right?"

You nod repeatedly, sucking on fingers like candy.

"Gotta lot of time to make up for, for teasing me so long"

You can tell he's close because his words start to end in curses, and his breath his getting ragged and faster. Luckily for him, you're close too. The pleasure building in your core is starting to become unbearable, and the muscles in your leg where becoming weary from how long they have been tightened.

"Please cum on me baby," Yuuta begs into your ear, punctuating his words with sharp fast thrusts.

Fap,Fap,Fap

The sound of his skin against you filled your ears and almost as soon as Yuuta asks, your hurled toward the best orgasm you have ever experienced. You felt like your mind was exploding, like electric white hot arrows of pleasure coursed through your vains. You could feel your body shakes from the euphoria, and Yuuta watches you with blown pupils as you cum on his dick.

"S-so pretty when you cum, your so pretty to cu-" Yuuta is quick to follow, and with a whine his body tenses up and his back arches like a bow. As he blows his load, you feel his warmth soak your battered pussy and his hot breath panting against your ear. Yuuta almost feels drunk right now from how intense the pleasure is and his mouth partly falls open as his orgasm washes over him. Even as his dick starts to soften, he still ruts himself into you, riding the aftershocks of his orgasm.

"So good baby so so good." He murmurs into your ear.

Yuuta is so glad he doesn't need to be patient anymore.

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[mbat]

i would like to thank the planet earth that the weather app says itll be in the 50s-60s tomorrow. ive been melting this past week and its led to a chain of events that im still going through

[2tarbell]

omg omg, mean!rafe being so pussy drunk he begins to blabber praises to crybaby, who feels confused between loving and hating the big change, cuz even when she’s still being pounded into tears, she still just wants her rafey to be mean!! :c

MEAN!RAFE + CRYBABY!READER ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

rafey coming home from a looooong day of bein’ all rough and intimidating, his crybaby is there with issues of her own. pouty at whatever bullshit she decided was wrong that day. rafe is exhausted, completely worn out from the workload he’s dealing with. so he lets her yip like a little puppy at him, unaware of the boiling tension just under the surface of his icy gaze, until he can’t take it anymore, grabbing her throat and telling her what’s gonna happen next.

(“yeah? you wanna— wanna act like a big girl? upstairs. clothes off.”)

maybe it’s mean, maybe rude; crybaby doesn’t give two shits (if the glossy stain on her blue undies says anything).

that’s how she ends up bouncing breathlessly on his cock, choked sobs leaving her swollen lips each time she sinks down, “dad— daddy… sssshhhit…”

rafe is leaning back on the headboard, his hands rough against the supple skin of her hips. it’s all grunts and babbles of incoherent pleasure from the two — the sting from his mean words making her mind feel hazier & hazier.

“yeah, put that fuckin’ shit to use — c’mon, baby,” he mutters, blue eyes transfixed on the twist of her bottom half. watching with bated breath as she swallows his length easily, pussy so wet it’s sloppy.

but then she’s planting her palms on his abs and grinding her hips down, the drag so delicious and mind-numbing it makes rafe choke. his eyes roll back as the pressures of the day fading away until all that’s left is the warmth of her walls around him. her sniffles and broken moans make his length pulse.

his eyes roll back, body shuddering and large hands keeping her down on his cock, “fuck, slower…”

his slurred command shocked reader, expecting dirty words & scolds. but, always eager to please, she moves in deeper, slower grinds, eyes clenched shut in concentration to keep her rhythm. her efforts earn a buck from the man under her — gasps and growls falling from his mouth.

“yes, yes— fuck, atta girl… making this dick feel so good, baby.”

his hand trails up her body, grabbing her chin tenderly and directing her wet, low-lidded gaze back to him. suddenly he’s rolling her against him with more fervor, taking control of her hips with his arm wrapped fully around her waist. their foreheads are pressed together tightly, noses bumping with each drag.

rafe speaks lowly, voice almost in a drunken slur, “god, you’re so fuckin’ pretty. look at me… jesus, just—like—that…”

the sweet whisper of his words reach her ears and she feels pathetic when a pang shoots from her heart right to her core. more arousal gushed around him, feeling confused at the thump-thump in her pussy & heart.

crybaby was used to the mean daddy that punished her and literally spit in her mouth. but this version of her man — all soft and touching her with a sense of reverence — left her melting further into his guided movements.

“f-f-fuuck, daddy, gonna make me cum,” she whined, hands moving up to clutch his cheeks. she felt hot and tingly, furrowed brow as she tried to grasp her orgasm, approaching it.

“there you go, good fuckin’ girl— cream all over daddy, baby. lemme hear you cry—”

she sobbed as her body finally couldn’t take it anymore, tensing before shaking and trembling through her release. the clench of her walls around him make rafe hiccup, release sputtering into her awaiting core.

they both were a mess of sweat and tears, breathing like they’d just run a marathon as the adrenaline started to wear off. he runs his nails across her back and nuzzles his nose in her hairline, inhaling her unique sent.

the softness was a surprise but something she let herself fully enjoy! sometimes they both needed something sweeter <3

[songs-from-the-basement]

I love you big noses I love you hooded eyelids I love you squishy jawlines I love you bushy eyebrows I love you crooked teeth I love you small eyes I love you round tummies I love you birthmarks I love you knobby fingers I love you moles I love you uneven skintones I love you thin lips I love you high foreheads I love you thin hair I love you asymmetry

[teaboot]

How do you accommodate for face blindness when you need to tell if someone is the same person for work? I know your previous post listed what you pay attention to, but maybe you have any further tips?

I usually only remember people’s faces after I’ve talked to them several times and made a personal connection, and every time my ID gets checked I have to fight the subconscious “how will they know I’m actually me?”

I’d love to get better at telling when I’ve already seen someone, because as it is, watching movies and meeting with acquaintances in crowded places are always a journey…

Hair is a good one assuming the person in question doesn't change their haircut often. Another one I like is “flaws” (natural human variations) like wrinkles, jowls, acne, scarring, moles, crooked teeth, cysts, Balt spot shapes, fingernail shapes, swollen or discoloured or twisted ankles, unusual gait, large superorbital ridge, cowlicks, and odd hairline.

If I can find ONE of these things that’s great. If I can find TWO then I’m about 80% certain, if I can find three or- even BETTER, a tattoo or unusual piercing, defect, or birthmark- then I’m 100%.

I’m not COMPLETELY face blind- I do art, I can literally SEE faces- and I can REMEMBER THEM after maybe like. 10 meetings? Depending on how distinctive they are. If there’s something truly unique to pick up on, it may be less. But everyone’s faces all just mostly kinda look the same? Nose is always in the same place, eyes, chin, cheeks, ears. A face is a face. Lines happen mostly the same way, hair happens mostly the same way. The only people I can remember IMMEDIATELY AND FOREVER are people with- again- visible scarring, birthmarks, or tattoos. Those stick.

Ooh, but also!! Disabilities are… helpful. In a weird way. Because you may change your clothes or your hair or your makeup drastically, but most people only have one or two canes, one or two pairs of glasses, MAYBE two wheelchairs (everyone I’ve met with a wheelchair has only one, though) and if they have a prosthetic, even with long pants and a flawless gait, often times the fabric will lay slightly different over the joints, or they’ll be slightly stiff. Any kind of disability aid makes people soooooo much easier to recognize.

On top of that, people with a signature jacket, jewelry they wear every day like a ring or necklace, SHOES. Oh my god shoes are so useful. More with dudes, but people often have 1-2 favourite pairs that they wear most frequently and if I’m uncertain I’ll check what shoes they have.

Another thing is like. I thought two people wee the same person- More than once actually, but this one specific time- and didnt know otherwise till I saw them in a room together and their differences were clear. Then I just compared the two until enough distinctive differences stood out to know them later. Havent mixed them up since.

And shit, man- this is going to be bad but while I’m talking about it, I’ve recently learned I am ABYSMAL and differentiating between races. Which. I wouldn’t NEED unless I wasn’t a security guard and didn't sometimes need to describe a person.

White people are -usually- p easy. If they’re pale and have a pointy nose I can say Caucasian and be correct like 90% of the time out here. Better depending on how they dress because we dress… the way we do. Sometimes.

Black people. Darker skin, rounder features, usually dark brown or black hair, lots of variation in hairstyle (omg coloured braiiiiiiids, a girl in my college class had like hot pink added to her hair for a couple weeks and it was so helpful, by the time they were out I KNEW HER) usually softer edges around the nose and lips.

but EVERYONE ELSE. EVERYONE ELSE IS A BLUR. LIKE HOW TF DO YOU LOOK AT A GUY AND BE LIKE “oh he’s East Indian” “oh he’s aboriginal” “oh he’s a tanned white dude” HOW CAN YOU JUST KNOW WITHOUT ASKING. HOW. HOW HOW HOW

And it’s the WORST because sometimes I have to FIND PEOPLE and they’ll be like “50 year old south Asian male in a white sweatshirt average build average height wearing flip flops” and I’ll be like GOTCHU is this him? And my coworker will be like “for the ninth time that is a fully Caucasian man and he looks 30”

I ID race the way non-car people describe cars like “uhhhh it’s blue it has a round logo and uhhhhhhh i think it had a baby on board sign? Idk it was round” and it’s a cobalt blue 2015 Dodge Grand Caravan license plate 5X5-X5X or some shit, Christ alive

it has become embarrassing and I needed to confess because Jesus hell it’s bad

[b1asho]

While it's on the mind, here's my wings of fire designs too. Not as much of a brainrot but still fun. Bad take or am I cooking with some of them? Let me know in the comments. Here's some (too many) notes:

I really liked the original designs when I first read these books, but I wanted to try my hand at uhh changing them a little. Mainly making them more distinct from each other (even if this irreversibly breaks canon XD)

-Sandwings live in a mixed savannah and desert habitat and have bodies adapted for resource scarcity, effective hunting, and heat dispersion. They have large ears to help cool off and listen for stuff. They can fly, but pretty weakly in comparison to some others, mainly using flight to navigate their large territories , get onto cliffs, and scan for prey. They typically climb up somewhere and then jump off. They are built like felines, and use a solo stalk and rushdown hunting approach coupled with a sting instakill. They live in family groups, with a ‘queen’ title going to the alpha female 💪 and everyone else hunting and living together. They are immune to their own venom, which acts very similarly to a scorpion’s but in a massive dose, causing numbness, breathing difficulties seizures, and eventually death. It takes time for them to make more once they’ve expended the dose, so they rarely use it outside of hunting or life/death situations (though the prospect of being stung is very scary to everyone else, and they will instinctively raise their tail when startled or threatened)

-Skywings live in high mountainous and forested areas, with some living in the lowlands. They are powerful flyers and very acrobatic due to their tail, though this comes at the expense of their agility on land and the strength of their non wing arms. They have long legs with powerful talons for grasping prey midair or snatching them from off the ground. They hunt and live alone unless they have a partner. Communities are made up of a loose group of related individuals who rarely collect in one place at once(queendom structure are a more recent and ‘unnatural’ thing for them, but very useful for organizing military efforts and empire building). They stay aloft for long periods of time and usually only land on their cliff homes. They need a sprint or a takeoff point to get flying, though. Unlike every other tribe, they have a noticeable difference between male and female (being a nose horn and red face for males.) males are prized for these features, and having a pretty husband is seen as an attractive trait for a queen.

-Seawings live along the coast. They normally only venture out of the water for trade and other resources, since they can get everything else they need underwater. Their large neck houses gills protected by thick pads that will close when on land, while their lungs are in their mid chest. Primarily adapted to swimming, they have very strong tails and webbed fingers and toes. They will also use their wings to steer and paddle, as well as manipulate things their other arms can’t reach. They will hunt in packs, corralling fish and other animals into a kill zone. They are very clumsy on land and in the air with their short limbs and weak wings. Their bioluminescent spots can be flashed for communication, and compared to the other tribes they have pretty poor vocal ability (due to the gills in their neck getting in the way) and will supplement with other spot/sign signals. Every individual has unique spots, though their glowing ones come in consistent numbers, sizes, patterns, and places on their body so they can use them for common language across their group. However, Different groups from different parts of the ocean have different numbers of spots in different areas, making cross communication via only spots difficult. Their whiskers help navigate in close or dark areas, and are seen as a status symbol.

-Mudwings live in warmer areas, specifically marshes and other wetlands (though sometimes in some forested areas too). Their thick armor helps protect them from other mudwings/competition, while also acting as an insulator that allows them to easily venture a wider range than other tribes from warm climates. Physically, they are the strongest and bulkiest. They typically use the element of surprise and their overwhelming size and strength to take down large prey. However, unlike other tribes they tend to eat more plants too due to their large size (all of them are technically omnivores, but meat makes up the dominant part of their diet because of their energy needs and their ancestors). They are also the poorest flyers out of the bunch, having sacrificed that for size and strength, though they can do short bursts similar to a chicken to get to hard to reach areas or to surprise attack prey faster than them, they’re similar to hippos and are adapted to living in the water too, using powerful webbed arms to propel themselves and dig through the mud, and their large lung capacity to stay submerged and hidden for long periods. Their nostrils, ears, and eyes are located near the top of their head, which also gives more room for Tusks. They use these to root around occasionally defend themselves. Tusk maintenance and appearance is very important to them. They live in large groups of families in the same area and have more communal social standards than other tribes.

-Rainwings live in tropical areas and have a very small habitat range. This has caused them to look and act very different than most tribes, leading to poor perception of them. They use their long claws, strong grasping fingers, and prehensile tail to climb around, and are pretty much arboreal. They have wings meant for quick takeoffs and flight in dense areas, and are pretty agile and swift. They and aren’t that great at sustained flight or dealing with high altitudes and winds though . Their frill is delicate and used for emoting (probably originally for mating purposes) Their skin is packed with chromatophores that they can use to match their surroundings, and they have loose ridges in their skin that they can raise to enhance the effect. Their skin is constantly changing color due to their brain activity, though they have set patterns/colors for emotions and communication. They can also choose to focus on organizing their skin patterns to get coordinated colors and patterns, since normally it’s pretty disorganized. They eat a lot more plants due to their environment and due to social standards, but arent herbivores. They have the ability to spit acid out of hollow retractable fangs, and use precise shots of this coupled with their camouflage ability to get prey. They can also spray it at higher velocities for defense and offense, though this expends their supply much quicker. They don’t recognize a queen in their communities and are fairly disorganized into different cooperative groups.

-Nightwings are the result of a group that split off onto an island, though the volcanic activity on their original island escalated to the point where they had to emigrate. They are great fliers, using their wings and tail extensions to travel great distances to track prey and ambush from above. When on land, they aren’t particularly fast or strong, and instead are built for persistence. Their hunting tactic involves getting an initial bite onto prey, then waiting for it to succumb to infection. Their spines, horns, muscles, and talons are mainly for defending their kill from other Nightwings rather than hunting it in the first place. As a result of this competition, they aren’t naturally very social like other tribes, They are mainly nocturnal.

-Icewings live in the colder tundras and snowy forest environments. They are pack hunters, using their speed and persistence to take down prey, similar to wolves. Their long overlapping scales help them trap heat and survive in the cold, and while the guy i drew here is pretty skinny they also store fat much more readily than other tribes. Their bowed wings are mainly used to swoop in in prey, and like falcons they often take steep dives to grapple it. Their antlers only grow in at a certain time in the year, but royalty will wear embellished artificial ones in the meantime.

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did anyone ask for another cas challenge? no? oh well

anti same face syndrome challenge

Pick or randomize a feature and roll for it! You then must give your sim that feature, and try to harmonize their face to it. You can pick how many features you want, the more features you randomize, the more unique your sim get!

extra challenges:

roll for all features

use the same rolls as a friend to see how different your sims can look

roll and use the same number for all features

Hope you have fun! Post your sims with the hashtag #anti same face syndrome challenge and tag me @aliengirl!!!!!

Written rolls after the cut

Features

Overall Face Shape

Forehead

Eyes

Eyebrows

Nose

Cheekbones

Ears

Mouth

Jawline

Chin

Skin Extras

Expression

Overall Face Shape

Oval

Round

Square

Heart-shaped

Diamond

Oblong.

Forehead

High

Low

Broad

Narrow.

Eyes x2

Almond

Round

Hooded

Upturned

Downturned

Monolid.

Large

Average

Small

Close together

Far apart

Eyebrows

Thick

Thin

Arched

Straight

Bushy

Nose x2

Straight

Hooked

Upturned

Flat

Bulbous

Pointed.

Button

Large

Average

Small

High bridge

Low bridge

Cheekbones

High

Low

Prominent

Flat

Rounded

Ears

Large

Small

Average

Rounded

Pointed

Mouth

Full

Thin

Heart-shaped

Downturned

Upturned

Jawline

Square

Rounded

Angular

Strong

Soft

Chin

Pointed

Rounded

Cleft

Skin Extras

Scars

Birthmarks

Freckles

Moles

Freckles

Expression Lines

Crow’s feet (eyes)

Frown lines (eyebrows)

Smile lines (mouth)

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The Best News of Last Month

Sorry for being not active this month as I had some health problems. I'll start posting weekly now :) Meanwhile here's some good from last month

1. Widow donates $1 billion to medical school, giving free tuition forever

Ruth Gottesman surprised by her late husband's $1 billion in Berkshire stock, decides to donate it in full to the Albert Einstein College of Medicine in the Bronx, New York City's poorest borough. The donation is intended to cover students' tuition indefinitely, ensuring access to medical education for generations.

A video capturing students' emotional reactions to the news, cheering and crying, circulated after the announcement, highlighting the profound impact of the donation on the medical school community.

2. Electric school buses outperform diesel in extreme cold

In Colorado's West Grand School District, electric school buses outperformed their diesel counterparts, particularly in the bitterly cold temperatures of towns like Kremmling, where morning temperatures can drop below -30 degrees Fahrenheit. Despite common concerns about reduced range in extreme weather, the electric buses maintained their battery charge even in these frigid conditions, providing reliable transportation for students.

This success has been welcomed by the school district, as diesel vehicles also face challenges in starting in Colorado's harsh winter weather.

3. Christian Bale unveils plans to build 12 foster homes in California

Christian Bale has led a tour round the new village in California where he plans to build 12 foster homes, as well as two studio flats to help children transition into independent living, and a 7,000 sq ft community centre.

The actor has spearheaded the building of a unique complex of facilities with the aim of keeping siblings in the foster care system together, and ideally under the same roof.

4. Average lifespan of a person with Down syndrome has increased from 25 years in 1983 to 60 years today

Today the average lifespan of a person with Down syndrome is approximately 60 years.

As recently as 1983, the average lifespan of a person with Down syndrome was 25 years. The dramatic increase to 60 years is largely due to the end of the inhumane practice of institutionalizing people with Down syndrome.

5. Greece legalises same-sex marriage

Greece has become the first Christian Orthodox-majority country to legalise same-sex marriage. Same-sex couples will now also be legally allowed to adopt children after Thursday's 176-76 vote in parliament.

Prime Minister Kyriakos Mitsotakis said the new law would "boldly abolish a serious inequality".

6. Massachusetts police K9 tracks scent for over 2 miles to find missing 12-year-old in freezing cold

A Massachusetts police K9 followed her nose to help find a 12-year-old who went missing in frigid temperatures last week, tracking the child’s scent for over two miles, authorities said.

K9 Biza, a female German shepherd, was called on to help after officers learned the child left their home at around 10:30 p.m. Wednesday and was last seen in the Pakachoag Hill area of Auburn, the Auburn Police Department said.

7. Good News for the Socially Anxious: People Like You a Lot More Than You Think They Do, New Research Confirms

The "Lake Wobegon effect" or "illusory superiority" phenomenon highlights people's tendency to overestimate their abilities, but recent research suggests that in social interactions, individuals often underestimate their likability and charm.

Studies indicate that people consistently fail to recognize signals of others' liking toward them, leading to a "liking gap" where individuals believe they are less likable than they actually are.

Techniques such as focusing more on others during conversations and genuinely expressing interest in them can help alleviate social anxiety by shifting the focus away from self-criticism. Ultimately, understanding that others may also experience similar anxieties can lead to a more relaxed and enjoyable social experience.

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Nayeon Smut - Sneaky Christmas

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The first time Nayeon walked into the room, it was like a spotlight had suddenly been turned on. Even knowing my brother was dating someone famous, actually seeing Nayeon in person was a completely different experience. The woman was breathtaking. The kind of beautiful that makes your jaw drop and your thoughts stutter. And not just regular celebrity beautiful – this was Nayeon from TWICE beautiful, the idol whose smile could melt glaciers and whose visuals were constantly praised across South Korea. She had that unique charm, that infectious cheerfulness that everyone adored, and seeing it up close, along with her undeniably sexy body right there in front of me, was almost overwhelming.

My brother introduced her, his arm casually draped around her shoulder, and my eyes couldn’t help but scan her from head to toe. She was wearing a simple but stylish outfit – tight jeans that hugged every curve of her shapely legs and a fitted top that showcased her perky breasts beautifully. Even in casual wear, her star power was undeniable, a radiant aura that seemed to emanate from her.

Her face, even without the stage makeup, was stunning. Those bright, captivating eyes that always sparkled in photos were even more mesmerizing in person, framed by long, dark lashes. Her nose was perfectly sculpted, and then there was that signature bunny smile, wide and infectious, revealing her cute front teeth. It was a smile that could instantly disarm you, making you feel comfortable and at ease, even as your brain struggled to process the fact that you were standing in front of one of the most beloved idols in Korea.

But it wasn't just her face. Nayeon’s body was just as captivating. The fitted top emphasized the roundness and perkiness of her breasts. They weren’t overly large, but perfectly proportioned, the kind that looked soft and inviting. You could tell she worked hard to maintain her figure; there was a subtle firmness, a toned quality that spoke of countless hours of dance practice.

Her jeans hugged her legs like a second skin, showcasing their slender yet shapely form. Her thighs were smooth and toned, leading down to delicate ankles. And then there was her ass. Even through denim, you could tell it was perfectly rounded and firm, the kind that would look incredible bouncing in a short skirt on stage. The way she moved, there was a natural grace and a subtle sway to her hips that hinted at a playful sensuality.

Standing there, witnessing her beauty and her undeniable sex appeal firsthand, it was hard to reconcile the sweet, cheerful image she projected with the undeniably desirable woman standing before me. She was a walking, talking fantasy, the kind of woman who made your imagination run wild with all the naughty possibilities. And she was my brother’s girlfriend. The thought sent a strange mix of disbelief and a flicker of something else, something a little forbidden, through my mind. This was going to be an interesting dynamic, to say the least. Just seeing her that first time, the details of her incredibly sexy body imprinted in my mind, it was clear that Nayeon was a different breed of celebrity, a true icon of beauty and allure

Nayeon’s charm had worked its magic on my family, just as it did on millions of fans. Her cheerful personality and that dazzling smile had them completely smitten from the first meeting. When she left after two days, the house felt strangely empty, a little less bright. I hadn't said much, a combination of shyness and being utterly awestruck keeping me mostly quiet.

But a week later, Christmas arrived, and with it, Nayeon. This time, she came bearing gifts, her arms laden with beautifully wrapped packages. And her outfit… it was something else entirely. She was wearing a pair of incredibly short denim shorts that showcased every glorious inch of her toned thighs and a fitted t-shirt that did little to conceal the perky shape of her breasts. Every curve, every delicious line of her figure was on full display. I felt my mouth go dry as I drank in her beauty, trying my best to appear nonchalant.

My brother, caught up in the whirlwind of family festivities, was soon occupied with other relatives. To my utter delight, Nayeon announced that she would be staying the entire weekend at our place. A thrill shot through me. Two whole days with Nayeon in the house? The possibilities, my imagination whispered, were endless. My cock immediately stirred at the thought. I tried to play it cool, busying myself with wrapping last-minute presents and helping my mom in the kitchen, but my eyes kept finding their way back to Nayeon. The way her shorts rode up her incredible ass when she bent over, the subtle sway of her hips as she walked, the way her t-shirt stretched across her chest, hinting at the treasures beneath… it was a constant assault on my senses. This weekend was going to be interesting, to say the least. Just the anticipation of having her in the house, knowing she was just a room away, was enough to keep my cock hard all day. I couldn't wait to see what the next few days would bring, hoping for any opportunity to get closer to this incredible woman.

It wasn't just her overall beauty; it was the subtle things she did, the almost imperceptible gestures that made me wonder if she was intentionally teasing me. Every time she was near me, it felt like a playful dance on the edge of something more.

For instance, we were in the living room, helping my mom decorate the Christmas tree. I was sitting on the floor, trying to untangle a string of lights, when Nayeon bent down to pick up a box of ornaments right in front of me. Her t-shirt, which was already quite fitted, stretched taut across her chest. And as she leaned forward, the neckline dipped just low enough for me to catch a glimpse underneath. My breath hitched. I could clearly see the outline of her bare breasts, the subtle curve and the darker circle of her areola, with only a small, round pastie covering her nipple. It was a fleeting glimpse, gone as quickly as it appeared, but it was enough to send a jolt of heat straight to my groin, my cock instantly hardening against my jeans. I couldn't help but wonder if she knew exactly what she was doing, if that slight dip of her shirt was deliberate. She didn't look at me, just smiled cheerfully as she handed the box to my mom, acting as if nothing had happened. But the image of her partially exposed breasts was burned into my mind.

Another time, we were all in the kitchen, getting snacks. I was reaching for a bag of chips on a high shelf, and Nayeon was bending down to get something from the lower cabinet right in front of me. Her shorts, already incredibly short, rode up even further as she squatted down, giving me an eyeful of her incredible ass. The denim was tight against her rounded cheeks, highlighting the deep cleft. I could see the smooth, pale skin of her thighs, almost all the way up to where the shorts ended. It felt like she was intentionally presenting her perfect backside to me, an offering I couldn't help but stare at. My cock, still remembering the glimpse of her breasts earlier, sprang to attention once more. She stayed in that position for what felt like an eternity, humming to herself as she rummaged through the cabinet. When she finally stood up, she turned around, smiled brightly at me, and grabbed her snack, again completely oblivious-or – or so it seemed–to the effect her actions were having on me.

These little instances kept happening throughout the day. A casual stretch that lifted her t-shirt just enough to reveal a sliver of her toned stomach, a playful twirl that made her shorts swing, and offered a fleeting glimpse of the curve of her inner thigh. Each time, it felt like a deliberate tease, a subtle game she was playing, knowing exactly how her body affected me. My pants felt tighter and tighter as the day wore on, my cock constantly thick and hard, a testament to her unintentional – or perhaps intentional – seduction. The anticipation of spending the entire weekend with her was building to a fever pitch

my father and mother were making a video call to my brother and I was also in the frame when nayeon stood in front of me very close and I could even smell her and her ass right in front of my cock. she was smiling at my brother and talking about something but my body froze when something touched my cock.

My body went rigid, every muscle tensing as Nayeon’s hand, soft yet firm, closed around my cock through the fabric of my shorts. The unexpected touch sent a jolt of pure electricity through me. My eyes darted downwards, confirming the impossible. Her fair hand was indeed there, subtly but deliberately stroking the growing hardness beneath her fingers.

My gaze shot back up to Nayeon, my heart hammering against my ribs. Her face was still turned towards the phone, her expression bright and cheerful as she continued her conversation with my brother, completely unfazed. The contrast between her innocent demeanor and the incredibly bold act she was performing just inches from my parents’ view on the video call was mind-blowing.

Her fingers continued their teasing assault, gently squeezing and releasing, her thumb finding and flicking the sensitive head of my cock. I bit my lip hard to suppress the groan that threatened to erupt from my throat. The sensations were intense, almost unbearable, especially given the precarious situation. My parents and brother were right there, virtually present, completely oblivious to the erotic intimacy unfolding right under their noses.

I could smell her perfume, a sweet, floral scent that was now inextricably linked to this illicit touch. Her ass, still tantalizingly close to my crotch, felt like it was radiating a heat of its own. My cock was now fully erect, straining against the confines of my shorts, throbbing with a desperate need.

Nayeon’s strokes became a little bolder, a little more insistent. She subtly shifted her hand, her fingers now working their way down the length of my shaft, her thumb continuing its playful flicking of the head. I could feel the warmth of her hand through the thin fabric, the pressure building with each deliberate movement. It was torture, exquisite torture. I wanted to pull away, to break the contact, but at the same time, the thrill of the forbidden, the sheer audacity of her actions, kept me rooted to the spot, my body completely at her mercy.

She let out a soft giggle at something my brother said on the call, and the movement of her body caused her hand to press even more firmly against my hardening cock. A low moan almost escaped my lips, and I had to clench my jaw even tighter to keep it contained. The risk of being caught, the scandal it would cause, flashed through my mind, but the arousal was so powerful, so all-consuming, that all rational thought seemed to evaporate.

Her fingers then started to dance, mimicking the movements of someone playing a tiny, secret instrument. Her thumb continued its teasing exploration of the head, while her other fingers rhythmically stroked the shaft. The pace varied, sometimes slow and sensual, sometimes quick and frantic, each change designed to maximize the pleasure-or – or perhaps the torture–she was inflicting. I could feel the precum starting to leak, dampening the fabric of my shorts around my straining cock.

The video call seemed to stretch on endlessly, each passing moment an exercise in restraint and barely contained lust. Nayeon continued to laugh and chat, her hand работая with a focused intensity that belied her cheerful facade. I could feel my face flushing, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I was teetering on the edge, one wrong move, one uncontrolled groan, and the whole situation could explode.

The moment the video call ended and my parents turned away, Nayeon’s hand snapped back as if a live wire had shocked her. She gave me a sly, knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. I quickly sat down on the sofa, angling my body so the obvious tent in my shorts wouldn't be too noticeable as my parents headed into the kitchen, their backs to us, already chatting about the call.

From the sofa, I had a clear view of them working at the counter, the clinking of dishes, and the murmur of their voices filling the air. Nayeon sat down beside me, close enough that our thighs were almost touching. She leaned back, seemingly relaxed, but her gaze kept flicking downwards, settling on my still-prominent hard-on.

“You were checking me out pretty hard that first day, weren’t you?” she whispered, her voice a low, breathy purr that sent shivers down my spine. “I noticed. A girl always knows.” She looked up at my face, her smile widening. “And I see you’re… still impressed.” Her eyes dropped again to my crotch, lingering there for a moment before flicking back up to mine.

My cheeks flushed, and I mumbled something incoherent, trying to play it cool.

Nayeon chuckled softly, a sound that was both innocent and incredibly seductive. “Don’t be shy,” she said, her fingers tracing a light path across my arm. “I don’t bite… unless you want me to.” Her gaze intensified, and I could feel the heat radiating from her.

Her fingers then moved a little lower, brushing against my leg, dangerously close to the bulge in my shorts. “That’s quite a reaction I seem to have on you,” she murmured, her voice laced with a playful arrogance. “It’s… thick, isn’t it?” She didn’t wait for a response, her fingers now daringly close to the seam of my shorts.

My breath hitched. My parents were just a few feet away, completely engrossed in washing dishes, and here was Nayeon, my brother’s girlfriend, openly talking about my hard cock and teasing me with her touch. The risk of being caught, the sheer audacity of her actions, was incredibly arousing.

She leaned in closer, her lips just inches from my ear. “I saw you looking at my boobs earlier too,” she whispered, her voice dropping to a dirty, seductive tone. “Did you like what you saw?” Her hand then slipped beneath the hem of my t-shirt, her fingers lightly grazing my stomach, slowly inching their way downwards.

I could barely breathe, my heart pounding in my chest. “Nayeon…” I started, my voice a shaky whisper.

She placed a finger against my lips, silencing me. “Shhh,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Our little secret.” Her hand continued its downward journey, and then, with a bold move, her fingers closed around the undeniable hardness straining against my shorts.

A gasp escaped my lips, and I instinctively tensed. Her grip was surprisingly firm, her fingers gently squeezing and releasing. I glanced towards the kitchen, my parents still oblivious, their backs to us.

Nayeon’s smile widened, and she leaned in even closer, her breasts brushing against my arm. “You’re so hard,” she murmured, her thumb now tracing the outline of my cock head through the fabric. “I bet you’ve been thinking about me all week, haven’t you?”

I could only nod, my throat too tight to speak. The sensations were overwhelming; the forbidden thrill of her touch in such a public yet private setting was driving me wild.

Nayeon’s fingers, having danced with tantalizing restraint, finally slipped beneath the elastic of my shorts, the cool touch of her skin against mine sending another wave of pure anticipation coursing through me. With a slow, deliberate pull, she lowered the fabric just enough to liberate my straining cock. It sprang free, thick and heavy, greeted by the cool air of the living room. Nayeon’s breath hitched as she gazed down at it, her beautiful eyes widening in what seemed like genuine admiration. A soft, almost reverent sigh escaped her lips as her hand, now bolder, reached out to cradle its weight.

Her touch was electric, the soft warmth of her palm a stark contrast to the throbbing heat emanating from my engorged member. She ran her fingers slowly up the smooth skin, her touch feather-light yet undeniably firm, as if she were acquainting herself with every inch. Her gaze remained fixed on my cock, her expression a captivating blend of curiosity and undisguised desire. Then, her fingers tightened slightly, her grip becoming more possessive as she explored its impressive girth.

I held my breath, every nerve ending in my body tingling with anticipation. The sounds of my parents chatting and the gentle clinking of dishes from the nearby kitchen seemed to amplify the silence between Nayeon and me, a stark reminder of the precariousness of our clandestine encounter.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Nayeon leaned forward, her radiant face drawing closer to my exposed cock. My heart hammered against my ribs, the anticipation building to a fever pitch. Her lips parted slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her pink tongue. And then, with a slow, deliberate grace, she took the head of my cock into her mouth.

The initial contact was a shock of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The warmth and wetness of her mouth enveloping me sent a jolt straight to my core, igniting a fire that spread rapidly through my veins. I bit down hard on my lip, desperately trying to stifle the involuntary groan that threatened to erupt from my throat. The fear of being discovered warred with the overwhelming sensation of her lips and tongue working their magic on me.

Nayeon’s suction was gentle at first, a soft, teasing exploration, her tongue tracing delicate circles around the sensitive corona. But then, she deepened her hold, taking more of me in, her lips closing tightly, creating a vacuum that sent shivers down my spine. Her cheeks hollowed slightly with each downward motion, and I could feel her warm breath against my skin, adding another layer of intense sensation.

Her head bobbed rhythmically, her dark hair swaying gently against my thighs, a visual testament to the incredible act she was performing. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, my knuckles turning white as I fought to remain still, to keep my pleasure from becoming too obvious. The sounds from the kitchen seemed to mock my attempts at stealth, every clink and clatter amplifying the forbidden intimacy of the moment.

She was a natural, her mouth работая me with an intuitive understanding of what felt best. Her tongue flicked and swirled, exploring every inch of the head, paying special attention to the frenulum, that incredibly sensitive ridge beneath the tip. The sensation was electrifying, making my hips want to buck uncontrollably. She then slid her lips further down, taking more and more of my shaft into her warm, wet haven. I could feel the velvety softness of her tongue caressing my skin, the rhythmic pressure of her suction building with each stroke. Her throat worked visibly as she went deeper, taking me almost to the base, and then slowly sliding back up, repeating the process with a practiced expertise that left me breathless and aching for more.

My gaze was fixed on her face, just inches away. Her eyes were closed, her expression one of pure concentration and sensual enjoyment, a stark contrast to her usual bright and cheerful demeanor. Her lips glistened with my saliva, and the way she was so completely focused on pleasuring me, seemingly oblivious to the immense risk of discovery, was incredibly arousing. Her perky breasts, still partially visible above the neckline of her t-shirt, bounced ever so slightly with the motion of her head, a tantalizing distraction that only added to my mounting arousal.

She varied her technique, her pace shifting from a slow, sensual glide to a quicker, more urgent rhythm, always keeping me teetering on the precipice of control. She used her hands too, gently stroking the underside of my shaft, her fingers occasionally brushing against my swollen balls, sending shockwaves of delight through my body. She explored the textures, the veins, the sheer length and thickness of me with a focused intensity that was incredibly flattering and undeniably erotic.

She then did something that sent a jolt of pure fire through my veins. As she slid her mouth down my shaft, her fingers tightened around the base, gently tugging as her lips reached the head again. The combination of the deep suction and the gentle pull was almost unbearable, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I bit down harder on my lip, my body tensing, every muscle screaming for release.

The sounds from the kitchen seemed to fade into the background as my world narrowed to the incredible sensations Nayeon was creating. Her mouth was a warm, wet vortex, and I was being pulled into its depths, each stroke bringing me closer to the point of no return. The risk, the thrill, the undeniable pleasure – it was an intoxicating combination, a secret indulgence happening right under the noses of my unsuspecting parents

My blood ran cold as my mom’s voice cut through the haze of pleasure. “Where’s Nayeon, sweetheart? I thought she was here with you.” My eyes snapped open, my heart leaping into my throat. Panic surged through me. My parents were turning, their gazes sweeping towards the sofa.

Without thinking, my hands shot out, grabbing the throw blanket that was draped over the back of the sofa. In one swift motion, I tossed it over Nayeon, completely covering her head and the lower part of her body that was currently работая on my cock. From their perspective, it would just look like I was lying down, perhaps even taking a nap, with only my head and shoulders visible above the blanket.

“Oh, she… she just went to the restroom, Mom,” I stammered out, my voice cracking slightly. I tried to sound casual, but the lie felt thick and heavy in the air. My eyes darted nervously towards the kitchen, watching my parents’ reactions.

Thankfully, my mom just nodded, seemingly satisfied with my explanation. “Okay, honey. Just let her know lunch will be ready soon.” She turned back to the counter, resuming her conversation with my dad.

Underneath the sheet, Nayeon’s ministrations continued, completely unfazed by the near-disaster. If anything, the added risk seemed to fuel her boldness. Her tongue left the head of my cock and trailed down, licking the smooth skin of my shaft before focusing on my balls. The sensation of her warm, wet tongue enveloping my testicles was intense, making me twitch uncontrollably. She then moved higher, her lips and tongue работая the base of my cock, where it met my groin, the pressure and suction almost unbearable in their exquisite intensity.

I clenched my fists even tighter, my body trembling as I fought to remain silent. The contrast between the innocent conversation happening just a few feet away and the incredibly depraved act unfolding under the blanket was mind-blowing. I could feel the heat rising in my face, and I prayed my parents wouldn’t notice my flushed complexion.

Nayeon’s tongue continued its tantalizing assault, her breath hot and moist against my skin. She was exploring every inch, every nerve ending, driving me further and further towards the edge of sanity. The rhythmic sucking and slurping sounds were thankfully muffled by the blanket, but I was still terrified that my own involuntary moans would give us away.

Nayeon’s head emerged slowly from beneath the sheet, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her lips were still wet, glistening with the remnants of my precum, which she delicately wiped away with a finger. That same sly smile played on her lips as she brought her finger to her mouth, savoring the taste with a satisfied hum. This stunning woman was teasing me relentlessly, pushing the boundaries of what I thought was possible.

With a fluid movement, she straddled me, her knees pressing against either side of my thighs. She leaned down, grabbing the front of my t-shirt and pulling my face closer to hers. “I want your cock inside me,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire, her breath hot against my ear.

“Nayeon, my parents are right there,” I managed to say, my voice a strained whisper, glancing nervously towards the kitchen where my parents were still washing dishes, oblivious to the erotic drama unfolding just a few feet away.

She just chuckled, a low, throaty sound that vibrated against my chest. “They won’t hear us,” she insisted, her eyes blazing with a raw, unadulterated lust. “I’m too horny to wait any longer.” Her grip on my shirt tightened, and she pulled me closer, her body pressing against mine. I could feel the soft warmth of her pussy just inches away.

Without waiting for my response, she pushed me back against the cushions of the sofa, angling her body so that my parents, if they were to glance over, would only see her sitting on top of me. My upper body was now lower, mostly obscured by the back of the sofa, while she was positioned perfectly to block their view of what was happening beneath her.

My cock, still throbbing from her expert mouth work, strained upwards, eager to fulfill her desire. Nayeon reached down, her fingers finding the waistband of my still-lowered shorts. With a swift movement, she pushed them down further, giving her unobstructed access. Her touch was sure and confident as she guided my hard cock towards her wet entrance.

I felt the slick warmth of her pussy lips as the head of my penis nudged against them. She let out a soft moan, her hips tilting slightly as she positioned herself. Then, slowly, deliberately, she began to lower herself onto me. I gasped as she took me inch by agonizing inch, her tight muscles clenching around my shaft. She went all the way down, until I was buried deep inside her, the feeling of her hot, wet embrace sending waves of pure ecstasy through me.

Nayeon leaned forward, resting her hands on my chest, her eyes locking with mine. That playful smile was back, now tinged with a primal satisfaction. “See? They can’t see a thing,” she whispered, her hips beginning to rock gently. “And they definitely can’t hear this.” Her moans started soft and low, escalating with each slide of her body against mine,

Nayeon’s hips began to move in a slow, sensual grind, her tight pussy muscles clenching and releasing around my hard cock. I looked up at her face, her cheeks slightly flushed, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple. She was biting her lip, her eyes darting occasionally towards the kitchen, a clear effort to suppress the moans that were building within her.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” she whispered, a naughty smile gracing her lips. Her hands gripped my shoulders, pulling herself closer, her breasts pressing firmly against my chest. I could feel her heartbeat racing, mirroring my own frantic pulse.

“Unbelievable,” I managed to whisper back, my gaze tracing the curve of her neck down to the tantalizing view of her cleavage. Being inside her, feeling her hot and wet around me, with the risk of my parents walking in at any moment, was an incredible rush.

She increased the pace of her movements, her hips rocking with a more insistent rhythm. Soft whimpers escaped her lips, quickly stifled as she glanced towards the kitchen. I could see my mom turn slightly, and Nayeon immediately broke eye contact with me, smiling sweetly in the direction of the kitchen.

“Everything alright there, honey?” my mom asked, her voice carrying from the other room.

“Yes, aunty,” Nayeon replied, her voice perfectly normal and cheerful. “Just admiring your lovely Christmas decorations!” She then looked back down at me, her eyes blazing with renewed desire, and resumed her sensual riding, her moans now barely audible breaths against my ear.

The contrast was surreal. One moment she was the picture of innocent politeness, charming my mother, and the next, she was straddling me, her hot pussy grinding against my cock with a primal intensity. It was incredibly arousing.

From my position beneath her, my view of her body was intoxicating. Her t-shirt had ridden up slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her toned stomach. Her breasts, now moving more freely with her riding, bounced gently, their hard nipples peeking out from under the fabric. I reached up and gently cupped one in my hand, feeling its softness and the immediate hardening of her nipple. She let out a soft gasp, quickly muffling it with a hand pressed against her mouth.

Her riding became more vigorous, her hips lifting higher with each thrust, giving me a deeper, more satisfying penetration. I could feel her wetness coating my cock, the friction building with every stroke. The sounds of our bodies coming together – the soft thud of her ass against my lap, her muffled moans, my own suppressed groans – were a secret symphony of pleasure.

Suddenly, my dad walked to the doorway of the kitchen, looking into the living room. Nayeon immediately stilled her movements, her smile turning into a wide, innocent grin as she looked at him.

“Having a nice chat, you two?” he asked, his gaze sweeping over us.

“Yes, Uncle,” Nayeon said brightly. “Just catching up. It’s so nice to finally have a quiet moment.” She subtly shifted her weight, pressing down on me, her pussy squeezing my cock tightly. I had to bite back a groan.

“Well, don’t be strangers. Dinner will be ready in about half an hour.” He gave us a warm smile and then headed back into the kitchen.

As soon as he was gone, Nayeon’s smile turned wicked. “That was close,” she whispered, her hips immediately resuming their passionate rhythm. “But it just makes it even more exciting, doesn’t it?” Her pace quickened, her moans becoming louder, her head thrown back, her body completely surrendered to the pleasure. I could feel her nearing another climax, her inner muscles clenching tighter and tighter around my cock. The forbidden thrill of the situation, the intense pleasure of being inside her, and the constant risk of discovery – it was all combining to create an experience I would never forget.

Nayeon’s breath hitched as her orgasm began to build, her movements becoming more frantic, her hips grinding down on my cock with a desperate intensity. Her muffled cries grew louder, and I could feel her inner muscles clenching rhythmically, squeezing me tightly. Just as I felt myself teetering on the edge of my release, I heard footsteps approaching from the kitchen.

My heart leaped into my throat. My dad was coming back into the living room.

Nayeon’s eyes widened in panic. Without breaking our connection, she quickly shifted her position, sliding off me just enough to turn her body slightly. She then leaned forward, pretending to reach for a Christmas ornament that had fallen onto the floor beside the sofa. From the doorway, it would just look like she was bending down to pick something up.

“Is everything alright, you two?” my dad asked, his gaze sweeping over the room.

“Oh, yes, uncle,” Nayeon said, her voice perfectly steady, a sweet smile on her face as she held up the ornament. “Just admiring this pretty little reindeer. It must have fallen off the tree.”

My dad chuckled. “Careful, you don’t break it! Those are old family heirlooms.” He glanced at me, still lying on the sofa, trying to appear relaxed. “Everything good with you, son?”

I managed a weak nod, my face flushed, my heart still pounding. “Yeah, Dad. Just… admiring the decorations too.”

He smiled and headed back towards the kitchen. As soon as he was out of sight, Nayeon quickly straddled me again, her smile turning wicked. “That was a close one,” she whispered, her pussy immediately finding its home on my still-hard cock. “Made it even hotter, don’t you think?”

She didn’t wait for my reply, her hips immediately resuming their passionate rhythm. Her moans, which had been so carefully suppressed moments before, now escaped her lips more freely, though still muffled by her hand. Her riding became more frantic, her body bouncing on mine with unrestrained desire. I reached up and cupped her breasts, my thumbs teasing her hard nipples, eliciting sharp intakes of breath.

“You’re so naughty,” I whispered against her ear, my arousal reaching a fever pitch.

“Only for you,” she breathed back, her hips grinding down on me with a delicious force. “You like it, don’t you? Being bad with me?”

“More than anything,” I admitted, my fingers now trailing down her back, feeling the smooth skin beneath her t-shirt. I reached under the hem, my fingers finding the curve of her ass, gently squeezing the firm flesh. She moaned louder, her hips bucking in response

Driven by the feel of Nayeon’s incredibly tight pussy and her escalating moans, I increased the intensity of my thrusts, bucking my hips upwards to meet her downward ride. Her head was thrown back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she gripped my shoulders tightly, her body trembling with the force of her impending climax. I could feel her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around my cock, squeezing and releasing with increasing urgency.

“Oh, fuck… I’m gonna come again…” she gasped out, her voice thick with pleasure. Her hips began to grind down on me with a desperate frenzy, her body arching and twisting as the waves of her second orgasm washed over her. Her muffled cries reached a fever pitch, a series of high-pitched whimpers and moans that were barely contained by her hand pressed against her mouth.

Just as she reached her peak, I felt my own body teetering on the edge. The intense friction of her tight pussy milking my cock, combined with the forbidden thrill of our clandestine encounter, pushed me over the point of no return. A deep groan rumbled in my chest as my own orgasm erupted, a torrent of hot cum shooting deep inside her, filling her completely. My body shuddered uncontrollably as I held her tight, our mingled breaths and cries the only sounds in the living room for a brief, suspended moment.

When the tremors of our shared climax finally subsided, Nayeon slowly eased off me, a blissful smile gracing her lips. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes still glazed over with a dazed satisfaction. She adjusted her t-shirt, smoothing it down with a practiced hand, and then, with remarkable composure, turned towards the kitchen.

“aunty,” she called out sweetly, her voice sounding perfectly normal. “Is there anything I can help you with for dinner?”

I lay on the sofa, my heart still racing, watching her as she walked towards my parents. I had a clear view of her legs from my slightly lower vantage point. And as she moved, I saw it – a thick, milky stream of my cum slowly leaking from her pussy, tracing a path down her smooth, fair thighs. It was a blatant, undeniable testament to our secret, passionate encounter, a visual reminder of the raw intimacy we had just shared, right under the noses of my unsuspecting parents. The sight sent another wave of heat pooling in my groin, a silent promise of more to come lingering in the air.

[starsandsuch]

The “Dollface” Placements Of The Zodiac 👱‍♀️🎀🍭

The following are astrology placements that make one appear “doll like”. Typically girls seen as “flawless”, cutesy, adorable, sweet and “dollish “ or Barbie-like. Especially as it pertains to one’s facial features and physical appearance overall.

*the examples pictured are celebrities who have at least one or multiple of these placements*

P L A C E M E N T S

PISCES ASCENDANT🐟

They have a petite, delicate frame and tend to be smaller than average. They have doll-like features, emphasizing large wide set eyes that seem glassy and ethereal. They look dreamy and otherworldly, mimicking something you’d see in movie or cartoon. Their gaze seems distantly hollow, enhancing the impression of big empty innocent eyes dolls have.

They prefer doll-like hairstyles: sporting bangs, bows in their hair, ponytails etc

Sabrina Carpenter (Pisces asc), Jenna Ortega (Pisces asc), Barbara Palvin (Pisces Asc)

CANCER ASCENDANT 💐

These natives have the ultimate feminine appearance. They have round, softened features, devoid of harsh lines or angles. Their face is perfectly structured, having definition but remaining soft looking. Their skin is luminous and glowy, often with cool undertones , similar to the moon itself. They are delicate looking with graceful demeanor.

Twiggy (cancer asc), Angelina Jolie (cancer asc), Margot Robbie (cancer asc)

⭐️ JUPITER INFUENCE ⭐️

Jupiter was the most common pattern amongst the charts of women with this energy and physical expression. Especially Jupiter conjunct the luminaries or the ascendant. Jupiter Ruled signs: Sagittarius and Pisces were very prominent as well. Especially Sag/Pisces in the big 3 (Vedic placements) as well as Jupiter Atmakaraka.

Jupiter’s influence on a person makes them seem honorable, wholesome, trustworthy. Much how you’d perceive a doll to be innocent and child-friendly. They have features that are pleasant to look at and others often idealize them and what they represent. These natives become symbols for representing different aspects of femininity.

Jupiter Conjunct Ascendant / In The 1st House

Jupiter’s influence creates features that are prominent and well defined. Yet it also softens one appearance’s giving its natives a “dreamy” look about them. They look confident , healthy and picturesque.

Jupiter conjunct moon

This placement makes one seem innocent, wholesome and trustworthy. These natives have a sweetness to them, emphasizing and pleasant voice, speech and demeanor. It gives smooth and glowy skin that is glass-like.

Mercury in the 1st house

This placement makes one seems cutesy and adorable. Giving a demeanor that one is innocent and harmless. Physically they are petite and delicate. They have a youthful beauty about them, where people automatically see them as a girly girl.

VEDIC ASTRO PLACEMENTS

*this applies to Sun, Moon, Ascendant or Atamakaraka placement”

REVATI 🎀

Revati is THEE face of the “Dollface” aesthetic. From their fashion to the facial features, most of these natives have been compared to a Barbie doll or bratz doll at some point in their life. Claire Nakti posted about how Revati natives naturally look like bratz dolls.

Their nose is soft/rounded and blends in well with the rest of their face, where it’s natives seemingly don’t have nose bridge. They have wide set bright eyes that look innocent and curious. They have a natural pout to the lips and a pronounced Cupid’s bow.

Their skin appears glowy and radiant, giving them this unreal, fantasy-like aura. They seem naturally perfect like a doll.

Rihanna (Revati Moon & Ascendant)

PURVABHADRAPADA 💄

Purvabhadrapada women embody the Barbie girl look both physically and philosophically. Physically, they have well defined, sculpted features. They’re are usually proportionate head to toe and have natural symmetry to their face and body. They tend to look unique and dream-like, where people identify them with having the desirable feminine physical features.

Philosophically they align with what Barbie represents: being empowered, doing things on your own and looking good while doing it.

They are the idealized modern woman where they are very “girlboss” , but still remain s3xy and desirable to many. Hottie-girlboss-s3xy-angelic-independent-femme fatale is their multi hyphenate description. They are the girl’s girl that empower other women.

Lori Harvey (PBP moon) Jhene Aiko (PBP Moon) Latto (PBP Jupiter Atmakaraka)

PUNARVASU 🌻

These natives have large wide set eyes and overall feminine appearance. Their features are defined yet softened. They have clear smooth skin that is naturally luminescent. They appear distant and dreamlike, possessing otherworldly beauty. They seem to embody the ideal of what a “wife” looks like. (See examples: Margot robbie, Sharon Tate, Keke Palmer.)

PURVA ASHADA 🌊

Women with this Nakshatra have emphasized feminine features: curvy bodies, soft skin, and dainty disposition. They have a soothing demeanor , when others are around them they feel at ease and child like, much like how a girl would feel around her dolls.

Ariana Grande (Purva Ashadha ascendent, Jupiter conjunct moon)

PURVA PHALGUNI 💋

These natives have smooth skin and well sculpted features. They have practically perfect facial symmetry where the distance between their eyes-nose-brows-mouth is perfectly spaced. They oftentimes don’t wear much makeup and have a fresh faced doll like beauty and girly appearance.

People perceive them to have no physical flaws much like a doll would. They remain girly and youthful looking most of their lives.

Zendaya (Purva phalguni Sun), Beyonce (Purvaphalguni Sun), Sharon Tate (Purvaphalguni moon)

ROHINI 🍭

These natives embody the “babydoll” aesthetic. With large curious eyes and puckered lips, they’re usually described as adorable by others. Their voice is soft and babyish, enhancing their aura of femininity. They often appear helpless and delicate, people feel protective over them.

Lily rose depp (rohini sun), Brigitte Bardot (Rohini moon), Lauren London (rohini asc)

ASHLESHA 🐈‍⬛

Ashlesha features are known to be catlike and feminine. They tend to look “hyper-feminine” having lush thick shiny hair, curvy body, full lips, upturned eyes. Their nose is naturally sculpted and pointed, with high cheek bones and full cheek apples.

It’s thought that Barbie is the most idealized symbol of what a women looks like, and these women embody “Barbie” without trying. People tend to reference them when discussing what the ideal woman looks like.

The main theme of this Nakshatra is going from girl-hood to women-hood and being aligned with feminine energy. This essence is captured in trendy movements like “coquette” and “dollette”.

With the Mercury rulership, their overall appearance is delicate, and is often perceived as dainty and soft. They are petite and have small/pinched facial features. They seem innocent or angelic to others.

Alexa Demie (ashlesha asc), Brit Ekland (ashlesha moon and asc), Marilyn Monroe (Ashlesha Asc)

Ciao for now, dolls 💋

-starsandsuch ✌️💕

[matchingbatbites]

The woman is fucking stunning. A goddess amongst mortals, a vision sent from the heavens to bless any who may see her. Eddie could honestly go on, but she has to return her focus to the man currently standing at the counter and not the beauty that just walked through the door.

"Here's your change," she says as she passes over the few coins and receipt. "Pickup is at the end of the counter, and they'll call your name when it's ready.

The man gives Eddie his thanks before walking away, and then Aphrodite incarnate is stepping up to the counter. God, she's even more beautiful up close. The slant of her nose, the artful swoop of her chestnut hair - the twin moles on her cheek that are eerily familiar for a reason Eddie can't quite place.

"Welcome to Black Roast Café, can I have a name for your order?"

"Hi there," the woman says with a soft smile, and god, Eddie feels bad for ever making fun of Jerry Maguire. You had me at hello, indeed. "Uh, Stevie is fine."

Eddie nods and types the name into the system. "Okay, Stevie, what can I get you?"

The woman - Stevie - doesn't even look at the board before she rattles off her order. "Can I please get a large, iced caramel latte, with three shots of espresso, a pump of white chocolate, and extra whip? Oh, and a butterscotch blondie."

Eddie's brain shudders to a halt. The order is specific, unique, and it's one she's heard before, from- well if she's being honest, from the only man that's ever made Eddie question her lesbianism.

Steve had been so beautiful and so kind. He was her absolute favorite customer before he'd moved away two years ago, following his best friend when she transferred to a different university to complete her master's. Eddie had mourned just a little, had grieved the loss of sunshine he brought to her days.

Eddie's eyes snap to the two moles on the woman's cheek and everything clicks into place. "Oh shit! You're back!" she says, her filter absolutely failing her. Stevie's smile fades a bit, replaced with a tinge of nervousness as she shifts in place.

"Oh, uh, I didn't- I wasn't expecting you to-"

"Remember you?" Eddie cuts in as she finally punches the order into the register. "Honestly, your order is a hard one to forget. Clearly I was right about all that sugar going to your hips."

It's a gentle tease, one she used to make back when- before, because the order really is just so sweet. It works the way Eddie hoped it would, because Stevie just laughs softly and smooths her hands over her full, curvaceous - fuck, Eddie, head out of the gutter - her hips.

"Yeah, I could probably stand to cut back a little, huh?"

"Don't you dare," Eddie retorts, offended at just the suggestion. "If anything I encourage more, because you're- you look amazing, actually."

The woman blushes, so pink and pretty, and bites into her lower lip the way Eddie wants to. "You think so?" she asks as she hands her card over to Eddie.

"Uh, totally. Like, you were attractive before - and that's coming from a lesbian - but now you-" Eddie pauses, taking a second to run the card as she shrugs. "You're like, glowing. And it only makes you more beautiful."

There's no response from Stevie as the receipt prints, and it's not until Eddie is handing back the card that she sees the stunned look on Stevie's face, her flush even darker. Fuck, that might have been too much.

Before Eddie can apologize though, Stevie takes her receipt and blurts out "I think you're hot."

Huh?

"You do?" Eddie asks, and Stevie nods.

"I've always thought you were hot. But you have the little-" She points to where Eddie's nametag is, to the little lesbian flag sticker that she stuck on it. "The sticker, and like- My best friend, Robin? She's also a lesbian, and she's talked about how annoying it is when guys hit on her and I didn't want to be like that, so I never said anything."

God, Stevie's just as sweet as she used to be, and much more considerate than Eddie even knew. She probably wouldn't have minded getting hit on by Steve at the time, and now that Stevie is standing before her, more beautiful than she's ever been and claiming that she finds Eddie attractive? Well, there's no way Eddie can't make a move.

"How long are you in town?" Eddie asks.

"Oh, uh, we just moved back, actually. Robin finished her master's program and got a job at a local museum translating documents and artifacts."

"Okay, that's cool as hell and I definitely want to hear more about that, but first- Do you want to go out with me? Like, on a date?"

The question seems to surprise Stevie, and it takes her a second to process it. "Are you sure? Even though I'm-"

"The most beautiful woman I've ever seen and way out of my league? Yeah, I'm pretty sure, sweetheart. And I'm not above begging if I have to."

Stevie blushes again and oh, Eddie is already addicted to the way it floods her cheeks, is in love with how alive, how happy she looks. "Then yeah, I'd really, really like that." She grabs a pen from the nearby cup and scribbles her number on the back of her receipt before passing it to Eddie. "Call me when you're off?" she asks, and Eddie nods, beaming.

"The moment I clock out," Eddie promises, and Stevie giggles - giggles! Stevie's name is called and Eddie is thankful that the store is practically empty, because for a second there she genuinely forgot where she was.

Stevie gives her a wink and a "Talk to you later, Eddie," and Eddie barely waits for her to leave the store before she's adding Stevie's number into her phone.

"Okay," Chrissy says as she slides up beside Eddie. "Who is she and how did you get her number so easily?"

Eddie grins as she saves the new contact under Stevie 🩷🌹😍 "That, darling Christine, is my future wife."

[beloveds-embrace]

(you and john price, your bear of a man, spend a winter day together. Chubby!reader)

The snow piled high against the cabin windows, muting the world outside into soft, endless white. It was the kind of winter storm that promised days of quiet seclusion- a chance to disappear from the world and pretend it was just the two of you.

Wrapped in a thick quilt, you lay curled against John’s furry chest, your body pressed so close to his that you could feel the slow, steady rise and fall of his breathing. He was impossibly warm, his body heat wrapping around you like a living furnace, and his scent- smoke, pine, and something uniquely him- made you feel so safe and content.

His large hand rested on your hip, fingers splayed wide as if to remind himself of just how much of you there was to hold. He traced idle circles through the soft fabric of your sleepwear, but the barrier did little to dull the sensation of his rough fingertips against you.

“You’re so soft.” He murmured, voice low and honeyed with sleep. He shifted slightly, pressing his nose into your hair to breathe you in. His beard scraped lightly against your skin, and you shivered despite the warmth.

“Too soft, some would say.” You mumbled, though your voice was half-hearted.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes catching the firelight as they roamed over your features- lazy and reverent, like he had all the time in the world to admire you, admire every inch of soft, supple flesh.

“There’s no such thing,” he said firmly, his voice like gravel but softened by the affection in his tone. “Not for me.”

His hand moved again, trailing from your hip to your waist, then higher, brushing over the curve of your belly. He lingered there, his palm flattening against the plushness as his thumb stroked gently.

“Love this,” he murmured, grumbling, almost to himself. “Every inch of you- soft, warm. Like you were made just for me.”

Your breath caught, and you squirmed slightly under his touch, but his grip tightened- not enough to hold you still, just enough to let you know he wasn’t letting go.

“John-”

“Let me look at you,” he interrupted gently, pulling back more so he could take you in. The blanket shifted as he guided you onto your back, his body following so that he loomed over you, one arm propping himself up while the other continued its slow exploration of your curves.

His gaze dragged over you, lingering at the soft swell of your stomach and the plushness of your thighs. He made no attempt to hide his admiration- his eyes darkened, his lips parting slightly like he couldn’t quite find the words to describe how much he loved what he saw.

“You’re perfect,” he said finally, thick with conviction. He leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the curve of your collarbone before nuzzling into your neck, the soft skin of your chin. “So damn perfect, love.”

Your heart fluttered, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from him. It wasn’t just lust in his eyes- though there was plenty of that, too. It was adoration, raw and unfiltered, as if he couldn’t believe you were real and with him.

He trailed kisses down your shoulder, his beard scratching lightly against your skin, but his hand never stopped moving- palming your waist, gripping your hip, sliding down to cup the curve of your thigh. Every touch felt reverent, like he was memorizing you all over again.

“Always thought I’d end up alone,” he murmured, his voice low and rough as his lips brushed your ear. “Never thought I’d be this lucky, having such a sweet, soft lady waiting for me at home.”

“John-”

“Shh,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over your lips to quiet you. “Let me show you.”

And he did. He pressed gentle kisses to your cheeks, your chin, your jaw. He worshiped you with his hands, tracing every soft curve and plush line like he was afraid you might slip away if he stopped.

Eventually, he settled back against the pillows, pulling you with him so you could curl into his side once more. He tucked you close, burying his face in your hair, and the rumble in his chest was unmistakable this time- a low, contented sound that almost made you laugh.

“I knew it,” you teased, your voice muffled against his chest. “You can purr.”

His chest vibrated again, but this time with laughter. “Only for you.” He admitted, tightening his arms around you.

Outside, the snow continued to fall, but inside, the world was warm and quiet. Wrapped in John’s arms, with his steady heartbeat in your ear and his hands never straying far from your soft, warm body, you couldn’t imagine anywhere else you’d rather be.

[life-on-our-planet]

With their large feet, thick fur, and exceptionally sensitive and unique nose, star-nosed moles are one of the few mammals that are just as at home in water as they are in the soil. ©BBC Earth