#🩰dance party

[dukesmebby]

Hi honeybun💕 it's sleepover time!

🩰-Dance Party! As It Was by Harry Styles (have the lyrics tattooed on my thighs)

A little about me: 16 tattoos, piercings, Pisces, favorite color is yellow! Likes ducks, frogs, cows, strawberries, cherries and pansexual 💕🍓

hi honeyyy i’m sorry this took me so long i’ve been so busy<3

[chrisbesitos]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ballerina & dealer. 🌟

( warnings: nsfw, drugs.

( synopsis: you meet chris at a party and he fucks you in your ballet costumes.

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You didn't want to go out tonight. You feel tired before the classes and the ballet training, it was a hard day, but your friends said you'll feel better if you drink a bit and dance. But you're still in your ballet costumes, but it wasn't a problem, it wasn't a big party.

After a couple drinks, your mind wasn't thinking straight. You dance a bit, but your feet hurt from the training earlier, so you leave the "dance floor" and sit on a couch. Taking a few sips of your drink, you stared at a boy who was sitting on the couch in front of you. He was selling some things, but his eyes didn't leave you. Deep blue — and red — eyes staring at your soul, you don't know anymore if it is the drink making you imagine things or he's really smirking at you.

He lifted himself after a while staring at you, taking a few steps until you. Raising your head, you look at him as he sat by your side.

"You know you look like a doll wearing that bow?" He asked pointing at your pink bow in your hair, your lips leaning upward in a small smile, slowly shaking your head.

"Do you think I look like a doll?" You asked giggling, he nodded quickly. "You're Chris, right?"

"Yeah, you're a friend of my brother, don't you?" You nodded.

You met Nick at a party you went with some friends, he's a nice guy and told you about his brothers, one of them is Chris, the guy sitting with you now. You know he's a dealer, your friends have bought with him at the last party. but you never talked with him before. In reality, you thought Chris didn't know you existed, well, not until now.

Chris is a really nice guy, you chat for a whole hour. He flirted with you, for a moment you thought he didn't know about you, but he said he's been looking at you at parties since he saw a picture of you on Nick’s Instagram. He didn't want your Instagram, he wanted to talk with you personally. Chris was just waiting for the perfect opportunity and he could resist when he saw you in your ballet costumes.

The house was beginning to get empty, your friends left, but say you would uber until home. You didn't want to leave, because you wanted to keep talking with Chris. Normally, you don't feel too comfortable around people you don't know, but something hits different with Chris. Maybe it was the alcohol.

Eventually, the party host knocked them out. They leave laughing, Chris moves you towards his car. Your friends would say you shouldn't go to the car of someone you don't know, but you could fight against his eyes. His perfect blue eyes. So, you sat in the passenger, rubbing your own arms, because of the cold of the night.

“Better now?” He asked when he turned the heater on, you nodded. He grabbed a black wallet from his pocket, Chris took a joint and put it between his red and plump lips. “Shit.” He said, he was trying to find his lighter. You chuckled and reached for your own lighter on your purse. It was pink with a bow glued.

“May I. . .?” You said, referring to his joint. He nodded, so you light his roll. Chris inhaled deeply, letting out the smoke. “May I have a hit?”

“Have you smoked before?”

“Why do you think I have a lighter?” You rolled your eyes, grinning lightly. You tried to catch the joint, but Chris didn't let you grab it. “Come on, Chris. Don't be so selfish.” You tease.

Chris extended the joint in the direction of your mouth, he put it between your lips, but he kept holding. You took a deep hit, Chris removed the joint from your mouth and pressed his lips against yours. You let the smoke out in Chris’ mouth, your hands swiping slowly along his shoulders while you kiss him.

“Damn, I was wanting this the whole night, you had no idea.” He said, still against your lips. He grabbed your waist, holding hard, his fingers squeezing your skin. “You had no idea how hard it is to see you in that collant, doll. Lookin’ so hot.”

“Do you think?” You asked, even though you were kissing Chris in his car in the middle of the night, you were still shy and couldn't believe a guy like Chris wanted you.

“Of course, ma.” He said simply, taking another hit from his joint. You kneeled on the seat and stretched your body in his direction, his hungry eyes staring at your curvy body.

The collant squeezing your tits, your waist marked by the fabric of the collant. But your delicate cardigan was covering them, so Chris slowly tugged the sleeves down, exposing your arms and your breast. He leaning himself to kiss your collarbone, his warm lips pressed against your skin, you throw your head back.

“You're so pretty, doll. So, so pretty.” He whispered, you moaned when he sunk his teeth on your skin. “I don't wanna fuck you here, you can handle it until we got at my place?”

“Yes, but hurry, please.” You whined, you already could feel the wetness in your panties, your pussy pulsating, craving for his dick.

Didn't take too much for you to get to his place, he took you out of the car and carried you to his room. Kissing you the whole way, he couldn't take his hands out of you. Chris threw you on his bed, he put himself on top of you, smirking at your despair. A visible bulge on his jeans, craving for being inside of you, to feel you.

“Please, don't make me wait any longer.” You cried out.

Chris tugged your collant down, revealing your boobs, Chris’ mouth salivated craving for having them in his mouth. You followed his eyes as he tugged your collant out of your body, then he started to tug down your pantyhose. He kissed the skin of your thighs, sunk his teeth on the skin, sucking hard until leave a red mark on your soft skin. You whined, biting your underlip, your uneven breathing revealing your messy state.

“You're so despair, don't you?” Chris asked, kissing your skin close to your wet pussy still covered by the pink lace panties. “So wet f’ me, doll.” He pressed his lips on your pussy, you melted with the touch of his lips.

Chris slowly put your panties aside, he licked your juice hungrily. Your moans were like music for him, he was eating you out with his tongue, sucking your like he was sucking a fuckin’ lollipop. His nose rubbing your clit, you couldn't handle it, you could come only by the touch of his tongue.

“Chris, please!” You whimpered, raising your back as he stuck his tongue inside your hole. “Chris!”

“So, so needy. What do ya’ need it from me, doll?”

“I need you inside me, please. I need it now.”

Chris unbuckled his belt quickly, his cock was craving to be inside of you. He tugged his pants out with his underwear, Chris is so big and you moaned just to look at him. He kissed your chin, then your cheek and then your lips, he massaged your clit with his finger before he put himself inside of you.

“I'll be gentle with you, ‘kay? Tell me if you want to stop.” He whispered, his lips pressed against your forehead. You nodded, your eyes closed just waiting for him.

So, Chris slowly slipped inside your wet hole, you widened your eyes at the first moment, he reached for a negative reaction, but you just bit your lip and nodded to him. You wanted him to keep going, to push his dick on you.

Tears formed in your eyes, you moaned loudly Chris name as he pushed himself on your pussy. His hands firmly holding your waist, his eyes didn't leave yours, he wanted to see your face while he was giving you pleasure.

“Mpmmm, I'm close!” You screamed, Chris turned his pushes faster. The bed was hitting the walls, making a loud noise mixing with the noise of your moans.

“You're so tight, doll. So good around my dick.” He moaned.

Didn't take too much for you to raise your back and roll your eyes, you couldn't even warn Chris, he felt your juice on his cock. He pushed a couple more until he came inside of you, his body relaxed against your body, breathing hard. He kissed your breast, massaging your waist.

“You're so good, doll. Did I make you feel good?” He asked, staring at your eyes. Your lips leaning upward, you nodded.

“Yeah, you make me feel so good, baby." You giggled, swiping your fingers on his back. His head lay on your chest, smirking at you. "Can we smoke again? I like to smoke after sex."

"Whatever you want, doll."

i'm still trying to write a good smut, sorry :b

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[prettyobsessed]

⋆·˚ ༘ *🎀Perfumed Reverie🩰* ༘✧˚⋆·

🌊 / pairings: Rafayel / fem!reader *. ⋆ / genre: Story plot with smut [nsfw 18+, mdni] 𓇼 / tags: nsfw, romantic smut, lyrical writing, slight action smut, smut with plot, mutual attraction, slight jealousy, perfume obsession, kisses, body appreciation, hand job, clit fingering, nipple kink, nipple licking, slight sub/dom play, tying kink, ribbon kink, cock teasing, kissing, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, perfume kink, cum in mouth, savouring cum, mature sexual content, romantic, romantic smut 🐚 / word count: 6.6k

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In "Perfumed Reverie," the narrator prepares for Rafayel's celebration with meticulous detail, anticipating the evening ahead. Rafayel's thoughtful gift adds to the excitement. At the party, amidst the vibrant atmosphere, the narrator finds herself drawn to Rafayel's magnetic presence. Their connection deepens as Rafayel's curiosity about the narrator’s perfume sparks a moment of intimacy. Amidst the chaos, their bond strengthens, leaving both eager for more.

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The sun cast a warm glow over the bustling city streets as I set out to find the perfect gift for Rafayel, my heart brimming with anticipation. As I navigated the crowded sidewalks, lost in thought, I was interrupted by the unexpected voice of Nero, my teammate from UNICORNS.

"Hey, fancy meeting with you. Mind if I join you for lunch? I've been dying to hear more about that eye you keep mentioning the other day,” Nero said with a grin that seemed a tad too eager. A memory flashed in my mind, the image of what lay behind the mysterious curtain stirring a sense of unease within me. Ignoring the knot of unease tightening in my stomach, I forced a polite smile and replied with a hesitant nod, "Sure, why not. I could use the company... and perhaps your opinion on something."

We settled into a nearby café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the chatter of patrons. Nero leaned in eagerly, his eyes alight with curiosity. “So, tell me more about the eye. Could you describe it in detail? I'm fascinated by it," he urged, his enthusiasm bordering on obsession.

As I recounted the details of the memory, Nero hung on my every word, his fascination evident in the way he leaned closer, his breathless anticipation palpable. "Wow," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. Then, with a slight cough, he added, "Um, do you think you could draw it again for me?" There was a hint of demand in his tone, as if he couldn't bear the thought of waiting any longer to see the image.

Unease prickled at the back of my mind, a sense of distrust creeping in as Nero's fixation on the eye grew more pronounced. “It's just for research purposes," Nero added, his voice taking on a low and dark tone that set off alarm bells in my mind.Reluctantly, I hastily sketched the image for him, feeling a sense of discomfort lingering in the air. Sensing my discomfort, I shifted the conversation, suggesting we divert our attention to finding a gift for my friend, Rafayel. Nero readily agreed, and we set off on a leisurely stroll through the city streets, our laughter blending with the hum of conversation. As we strolled along, an unsettling feeling nagged at the back of my mind, refusing to dissipate. 

Yet, for the moment, I pushed aside my suspicions and focused on the task at hand.

Amidst the charming boutiques and shops, my gaze was drawn to a stunning opal watch, its iridescent hues casting a spellbinding shimmer in the sunlight. Each facet of the opal seemed to dance with a kaleidoscope of colours, evoking an ethereal beauty that captured the essence of elegance and sophistication. The sleek design of the watch, adorned with intricate detailing and polished to perfection, spoke volumes of craftsmanship and quality. As I admired its captivating allure, I couldn't help but be reminded of Rafayel's discerning taste and penchant for the finer things in life.

Nero glanced over my shoulder at the opulent timepiece, his curiosity piqued. "A gift?" he inquired, his brow raised in intrigue. I turned to face him, a smile playing at the corners of my lips. "Yes, what do you think?" I asked, eager for his opinion. "It's nice," Nero replied with a nod, his tone neutral.

Taking Nero's brief assessment into account, I made the decision to purchase the watch for Rafayel. Just as I was admiring the opal watch, the salesperson approached with a warm smile. "Would you like to add a personal message to accompany the gift?" she asked kindly. "Yes, please," I replied, grateful for the opportunity to personalise the present for Rafayel. Quickly, I penned down my heartfelt message: “To Rafayel, Congrats on the collaboration! I’m super proud of you. This gift is a token of my support and belief in your talents. Hope you like it ♡ With love, Y/N x”.

With a sense of satisfaction, I passed the note back to the salesperson, who carefully tucked it into the gift bag alongside the opulent timepiece.

I continued my journey through the lively streets alongside Nero. The vibrant energy of the city enveloped me, infusing every step with a sense of anticipation. Before we could part ways, a familiar voice called out my name—it was Rafayel. My heart skipped a beat as I quickly hid the gift behind my back, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over me. I stole a glance at Nero, wondering how he would react to Rafayel's unexpected appearance. 

As Rafayel approached, a nervous flutter danced in my chest, my anticipation mingling with apprehension. "Well, well, well, look who's out here on a date," Rafayel remarked with a hint of jealousy in his tone, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in our proximity.

Rafayel's gaze shifted to Nero, his expression clouded with doubt and suspicion. The tension between them was palpable, casting a shadow over the otherwise pleasant encounter. I exchanged a subtle glance with Rafayel, silently urging him to keep calm and not let his insecurities get the best of him. I mouthed the word ‘Stop it’ to Rafayel, hoping to diffuse the tension. “Rafayel, this is Nero,” I introduced, my voice steady despite the underlying tension. “He's my colleague. Nero, meet Rafayel. He's... well, let's just say he's always looking out for me,” I added with a hint of playfulness, attempting to lighten the mood.

“Hey, nice to meet you. Congrats on the collab!” Nero greeted, his voice laced with genuine warmth as he attempted to break the ice and alleviate the awkwardness of the situation. In response, Rafayel’s demeanour remained guarded, his arms crossed defensively as he replied in a monotone voice, “Thanks.”

Sensing the strained atmosphere, Nero decided to make his exit. "Umm, I better get going. See you at work next Monday?" he said, his departure a relief in the tense moment. I nodded in agreement, bidding him farewell silently appreciating his timing. As Nero walked away, Rafayel's eyes narrowed, his distrust evident in the furrow of his brow.

"Why are you being so rude to him?" I questioned, my tone tinged with suspicion, as I searched Rafayel's face for any signs of jealousy or insecurity. Rafayel's response was edged with sarcasm. "Oh yeah, why are you being so nice to him? You like him, that nerd?" His distrust of Nero was palpable.

I mirrored his tone, matching his sarcasm. “So what if I like him?” I retorted, feigning nonchalance. “There's nothing you can do about it.” Rafayel leaned in closer, his voice low and teasing. “Nah, I know you don't like him,” he remarked, his words carrying a hint of certainty. With a mischievous smirk, he added, “Besides, why waste your time thinking about anyone else when you could be thinking about me?” His playful remark caught me off guard, a flush of frustration rising to my cheeks as I struggled to maintain composure.

Reiterating once more that Nero was merely a colleague, I hoped to ease Rafayel's concerns.

“Pfft. Anyways, this is for you. Wear it to the party later?” Rafayel said, his tone softening as he handed me a small, elegantly wrapped package. “Ooh, what is it? Can I open it now?” I asked eagerly, excitement bubbling within me. Rafayel chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Not now. Open it later when you get home,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Since Rafayel had already given me a gift, I pulled out the carefully wrapped present I had purchased for him. “I got you a gift too. Open it later and let me know if you like it. Or not. Whatever,” I said nonchalantly, though inwardly hoping that Rafayel would appreciate the gesture.

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As the clock chimed 6, signalling the beginning of the evening's arrival, I immersed myself in the preparations for Rafayel's celebration. My fingertips danced over the intricate jacquard fabric of my dress that I selected just for the party, marvelling at its luxurious texture and the way it cascaded elegantly around me. The crystal trim adorning the bodice caught the light, casting a mesmerising array of patterns across the room and infusing the ensemble with an irresistible allure. With its back lace-up closure, the dress whispered promises of sophistication and glamour, setting the stage for an unforgettable night. And to complete the look, I selected a white satin ribbon to adorn my hair, adding a touch of understated glamour to the ensemble.

Amidst the whirlwind of anticipation, my gaze fell upon the elegantly wrapped package Rafayel had presented earlier. With a gentle tug, the ribbon unfurled, revealing the treasure concealed within. Nestled within the folds of tissue paper lay a bottle of exquisite high-end perfume, encased in a pearlescent shell that shimmered like moonlight on water. As I lifted the fragrance to my nose, its enchanting blend of plum and freesia enveloped me in a delicate embrace, transporting me to a realm of opulence and elegance. Each inhale awakened my senses, stirring a symphony of emotions within me.

Accompanying the perfume was a handwritten note from Rafayel, his words infused with warmth and affection. "A gift for the beautiful Y/N," it read, his endearing nickname bringing a smile to my lips. "When I stumbled upon this packaging and scent, it instantly reminded me of you. Your vibrant spirit and unwavering kindness deserve only the finest. See you later, my silly goose."

The tender sentiment warmed my heart with a sweetness that only Rafayel could evoke, a testament to his thoughtfulness and consideration. Amidst the heartfelt sentiment, there was a playful touch that spoke of his penchant for light-hearted jests. 

With a smile on my lips, a flutter of excitement coursed through me at the thought of wearing the enchanting scent to the party. With Rafayel's thoughtful gesture nestled close to my heart, I eagerly anticipated the evening party.

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As I made my grand entrance into Rafayel's house party, the room seemed to buzz with anticipation, a kaleidoscope of colours and sounds swirling around me. The air was alive with the tinkling of glasses, the rhythmic beat of music, and the low hum of conversation. Dressed in an ensemble that exuded elegance and sophistication, I felt a surge of confidence as I navigated through the crowd, drawing admiring glances from all who crossed my path.

Amidst the throng of guests, my gaze was irresistibly drawn to Rafayel, who stood amidst a cluster of people, his magnetic presence undeniable. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, it felt as though the rest of the world faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of us in our own private universe. His smile was like a beacon in the dimly lit room, warming my heart and igniting a spark of excitement within me.

Before I could make my way over to him, however, Thomas intercepted Rafayel, guiding him towards a group of potential clients. I watched with a mixture of disappointment and understanding as Rafayel was swept away, his attention momentarily diverted from me.

As I mingled with the guests, my thoughts kept drifting back to Rafayel, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his charismatic charm. Despite the gravity of my duty to protect him, my attention was unwaveringly fixed on him, drawn to his presence like a moth to a flame. Yet, amidst the distractions of the party, I remained vigilant, my focus unwavering as I monitored the surrounding and every movement. Ready to intervene at a moment's notice, I kept a watchful eye on him, ensuring his safety was paramount above all else.

Suddenly, a soft vibration in my pocket broke through my reverie, signalling an incoming message on my phone. With a quick glance, I saw that it was from Rafayel. "You looked stunning tonight. Can you rescue me from this crowd, pretty please?" His words brought a smile to my lips, a warmth spreading through me at the thought of him reaching out to me.

I quickly tapped out a reply, my fingers dancing across the screen. "You're doing great! Just a few more hours to go! Hang in there." As I hit send, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest, knowing that even amidst the chaos of the party, Rafayel and I shared a special connection that transcended the confines of the room. With renewed determination, I plunged back into the festivities, my heart filled with anticipation for what the night might bring.

Discreetly, I checked the holster of my concealed weapon, its comforting weight serving as a reassuring reminder of my preparedness for any unforeseen threats that might arise during the festivities. As I moved through the throng of guests, my attention was momentarily diverted by a mirror reflecting the scene before me. In its glassy surface, I caught a glimpse of a looming figure, cloaked in darkness and watching me intently. 

A chill swept through me as I turned to confront the mysterious presence, but it vanished into thin air before my eyes. The image lingered in my mind—a spectre of unease that left me unsettled. I could have sworn I saw the glint of a pair of spectacles, reminiscent of Nero's distinctive style. Intrigued and wary, I resolved to investigate further. With each step, my senses sharpened, my hand instinctively gravitating towards the reassuring weight of my concealed weapon. Suddenly, a subtle vibration against my wrist alerted me to an urgent message on my Hunter's Watch—a Wanderer had been detected in close proximity, its threat level ranging from moderate to potentially dangerous.

Utilising my honed training and quick-thinking abilities, I sprang into action with a swift and decisive motion. With a determined focus, I swiftly herded the unsuspecting guests to safety, ensuring their protection before confronting the looming threat of the Wanderer. As the Wanderer crashed through the balcony roof like an uninvited intruder, its menacing tail resembling that of a scorpion's, I surveyed the room with a keen eye, ensuring that no one remained in harm's way. With a steady hand and unwavering resolve, I drew my weapon—a formidable tool enhanced by Protocore Energy—and took aim at the looming menace.

Rafayel stood at my side as the Wanderer's monstrous form bore down on us, his presence a reassuring anchor amidst the chaos. With a nod of silent understanding, we synchronised our movements, our synergy honed through countless battles fought together. Fuelled by deadly intent, the Wanderer lunged forward, its razor-sharp claws slashing through the air. In response, I unleashed a barrage of shots from my enhanced weapon, each blast powered by the pulsating energy of Protocore. 

The projectiles streaked through the air with deadly precision, finding their mark on the creature's armoured hide, but it remained undeterred, its ferocity undiminished. In the midst of the fray, Rafayel stepped forward, his eyes ablaze with determination. 

With a fluid motion, he unleashed his signature move, the Four Scourges—a devastating flurry of strikes that unleashed a torrent of energy upon the Wanderer, shaking its monstrous form to its core.

But the creature was relentless, its primal fury driving it forward with unyielding determination. With a roar that reverberated through the room, it launched itself at us once more, its jaws gaping wide in a feral snarl. Drawing upon our shared bond and unspoken camaraderie, Rafayel and I unleashed our ultimate technique: Abyssal Beacon and Abyssal Shadow—a dazzling display of power and precision that unleashed a torrent of energy, engulfing the Wanderer in a blinding vortex of light and force.As the echoes of our combined assault faded, the room fell silent, save for the gentle crackle of dissipating energy. The Wanderer lay defeated, its once-mighty form reduced to naught but a lifeless husk.

With a shared nod of triumph, Rafayel and I stood victorious, our bond stronger than ever in the face of adversity. 

Approaching the fallen Wanderer, I scanned the room for any lingering threats, my senses heightened by the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. With cautious steps, I retrieved its Protocore, ensuring no remnants of its malevolent energy lingered behind. As I claimed the precious artefact, the body of the Wanderer began to dissipate into sparkling dust, a testament to our hard-won victory.

With the room now safe, I gestured for the guests to return to the ballroom, their applause a symphony of gratitude for our valiant efforts. The sound echoed off the walls, filling the air with a sense of relief and triumph. Thomas stepped forward to address them. "Thank you all for your understanding and cooperation," he announced, his voice carrying across the room with sincerity. "For the safety of everyone present, we must end the event early. Please make your way home safely."

With heartfelt thanks and apologies, Thomas bid the guests farewell, his words imbued with genuine warmth and gratitude. Meanwhile, Rafayel remained by my side, his concern evident in the gentle scrutiny of his gaze. “Ms Bodyguard, are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft with worry as he inspected my injuries.

Turning to Rafayel, I felt a surge of gratitude for his unwavering support. "I'm fine," I assured him, offering a reassuring smile. "Just a few scratches." Rafayel's expression softened, his touch warm and comforting as he gently took my hands in his. "I'm glad you're safe,“ he murmured, his voice filled with genuine relief.

Amidst the few lingering guests in the background, helpers scurried about, diligently tidying the aftermath of the Wanderer's unwelcome intrusion into the party, as glints of glass shards shimmered in the dim light. Rafayel then led me to another room—a sanctuary within his embrace—his bedroom. The windows were open, allowing the gentle sea breeze to sway the curtains in a graceful dance. The scent of the ocean wafted in, mingling with the subtle aroma of Rafayel's presence, creating an atmosphere of serene tranquility. His room exuded a sense of majesty, adorned with elegant furnishings and offering a breathtaking view of the ocean beyond.

The soft glow of moonlight cast ethereal patterns across the room, illuminating the space with a magical aura. The walls exuded elegance, adorned with intricate tapestries and ornate moldings that enhanced the room's sense of refinement and sophistication. Plush carpets adorned the floor, inviting us to sink our feet into their luxurious embrace.

As Rafayel rummaged for the ointment to tend to my injuries, I couldn't help but admire the way the moonlight played upon his features, casting a halo of light around him. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of curiosity and admiration, his movements graceful and deliberate as he searched for the right supplies. It was moments like these that made me acutely aware of the magnetic pull he had on me, drawing me closer with each passing second.

“I almost couldn’t concentrate fighting the Wanderer. What is that scent you’re wearing?” Rafayel's curiosity sparked as he rummaged for ointment to tend to my injuries. "Is that the perfume I gave you?" he inquired, his interest piqued by the lingering fragrance in the air.

I nodded in affirmation, a small smile gracing my lips. I watched as his gaze lingered on me, his curiosity evident as he took in the lingering fragrance of my perfume. The air between us seemed to crackle with anticipation, charged with an unspoken tension that left me breathless with excitement. As he leaned in to take another whiff of the scent, I couldn't help but feel nervously attracted to him.

Rafayel exuded an irresistible allure tonight, his hair tousled in a way that accentuated his rugged charm. There was a disoriented yet undeniably magnetic quality about him, as if my perfume had ensnared his senses and left him spellbound. He moved with a sense of urgency, flitting back and forth between attending to my injuries and searching for the ointment, his actions driven by an unspoken desire to be near me. Clad in a white collared shirt adorned with delicate pearly buttons, Rafayel's attire only added to his allure. The fabric clung to his frame, hinting at the contours of his muscular physique, while his slightly exposed chest sent a flurry of anticipation coursing through me, my heart quickening with every beat.

"Show me the scratches," Rafayel requested, his voice laced with concern. Despite the worry etched on his face, there was an underlying warmth that drew me closer to him. Feeling a surge of confidence enveloping me in his presence, I decided to indulge in a playful moment, relishing the anticipation building between us. With a coy grin, I allowed my fingers to glide along the fabric of my dress, slowly revealing the scratch nestled provocatively above my upper thigh.

"Right here," I said in a low, teasing voice, relishing the subtle flush that crept up his ears and the intensity of his gaze fixed on my exposed skin.

Rafayel's gaze intensified, his eyes locked on the exposed skin, his breath growing heavy. With a sense of urgency, he retrieved the ointment from his drawer, his movements deliberate as he applied it to my skin. His touch lingered, evoking a tingling sensation that stirred a rush of anticipation within me. “And here,” I continued, pointing to the scratch on my chest, just above my décolletage, revelling in the closeness between us. Rafayel stood before me, his proximity closer than ever, his eyes glazed over with delight as he leaned in to inhale the intoxicating scent once more on my chest to my neck. His breath hitched, his fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against my skin, a silent testament to the effect I had on him.

My heart raced with excitement as his touch lingered, each caress invoking a cascade of tingling sensations that danced across my skin like a symphony of desire. The air between us hummed with a potent energy, thick with desire and longing.

“Are you okay?” I asked, a surge of concern washing over me as Rafayel seemed to falter. Supporting him to a bench nestled at the foot of his bed, I sat beside him and searched his eyes for any signs of distress. “I don’t know,” Rafayel confessed, his voice tinged with wonder. “I was fine before the party started. But as soon as you came, I got caught up with your scent. And the more I catch the scent of your perfume, the more it seems to bewitch me. It's like...” He trailed off, struggling to articulate the intensity of his feelings.

Rafayel's confession left me breathless, his words painting a picture of vulnerability and desire. "It's like your scent has woven its way into my very being," he murmured, his voice a mixture of awe and fascination, his breath hitching with each word. The intensity in his gaze held me captive, drawing me closer to him as if we were bound by an invisible thread of longing. As Rafayel admitted his vulnerability, a surge of tenderness washed over me, mingling with the raw passion that surged between us.

He took my hand, bringing it close to his face to revel in the scent, almost as if he were savouring a rare delicacy. His touch was electric, sparking a rush of warmth that enveloped me, each caress leaving me breathless and yearning for more.

It’s like he’s being taken over by my perfume. He’s caressing my hand with his face, indulging in the scent that’s making him high. While he’s being obsessed with my scent, I couldn't help but notice the opal watch adorning his wrist, the one I had gifted him. With a soft smile, I traced the lines of his face with gentle reverence, feeling the weight of his words in the air between us. “You’re watching the watch. It suits you well,” I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Rafayel's response was a whisper of his own, filled with promise and longing. "It's a reminder that I'm bound to you forever." Taking his hand in mine, I brought it close to my face, allowing him to revel in the scent that seemed to draw us closer with each passing moment. His gaze locked with mine, a silent plea lingering in his eyes.

"Kiss me, please?” he breathed, his voice a soft plea that stirred something deep within me.

Lost in the moment, I couldn't resist the allure of his disheveled appearance, his tousled hair adding to his irresistible charm. Without hesitation, I leaned in and kissed him, savouring the taste of his lips against mine. As the kiss deepened, I felt Rafayel's hands pull me closer, his touch sparked a symphony of sensations, each note playing a melody of longing that reverberated through every fiber of my being.

Rafayel's grip tightened around my waist, drawing me impossibly closer as our ardor surged to intoxicating heights. Feeling emboldened by his touch, I reciprocated his desire, my hands trailing down his neck to the exposed skin of his chest, then further down to the defined contours of his abs. With each touch, he reacted, his body jolting responding to my caress with a mix of pleasure and anticipation.

Still nestled in his embrace, I rested my left arm against his back, feeling the reassuring warmth of his skin beneath my touch. With my right fingers, I traced delicate patterns along his abdomen, following the enticing path of his happy trail as it disappeared below his belly button. Each stroke elicited a shiver of pleasure from Rafayel, his body responding to my touch with a mix of anticipation and desire.

With a daring glint in his eye, Rafayel teased, "Don't take your hands off me. Go further down, I dare you." His voice carried a seductive challenge, a playful invitation to delve deeper into the depths of our shared desire without inhibition.

His words hung in the air like a potent aphrodisiac, sending a rush of anticipation coursing through me, urging me to delve deeper into the realms of carnal delight. With a mischievous grin, I accepted his challenge, allowing my fingertips to continue their descent, tracing a tantalising path along the contours of his body. My fingers trailed from his abs to his pants, tiptoeing and caressing his growing erection with just my finger. Rafayel's hand reached out, a silent plea for restraint, yet his eyes betrayed the true depth of his desire. 

“If you don’t stop, I won’t be able to leave,” Rafayel murmured, his gaze locked with mine—a silent invitation to indulge in the passion that simmered between us. The essence of Rafayel's words permeated the air, lingering like an intoxicating fragrance that enveloped us both. His gaze, locked with mine, spoke volumes, silently beckoning me to embrace the intoxicating passion that simmered between us.

"Good," I purred, my voice laced with a hint of mischief. "Because I don't plan on stopping." Rafayel's reaction was immediate, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips at my words. With a boldness that matched his own, I brushed his hand aside, allowing my fingers to continue their languid exploration of his hardened length. Each stroke elicited a soft gasp from him, his body responding eagerly to my touch.

His breath hitched in his throat, a symphony of desire escaping his lips in soft moans that filled the air. 

My fingers traced patterns of arousal along his length, teasing and tempting him with every caress. Leaning in closer, I whispered words of longing against his skin, my breath hot against his ear. With each passing moment, the anticipation grew thicker, the hunger in his eyes mirroring my own. I revelled in the delicious torture of the moment, savouring the intoxicating dance of desire that enveloped us both.

With a daring glint in my eye, I continued to tease him, drawing circles on his throbbing arousal, each touch sending a surge of pleasure coursing through him. My fingers lingered on his clothed erection before deftly unbuttoning his pants, granting me access to his hard erection. With each button undone, my anticipation swelled, eager to explore the depths of his desire and fulfil our mutual craving for ecstasy.

Once I unbuttoned Rafayel’s pants, I liberated his shaft from its fabric confines. Unveiling his arousal, I found myself entranced by the mesmerising sight. Long, girthy and slightly curved. I couldn’t imagine the sensations it would evoke and how it would feel like being filled by him. I leaned in closer, my breath hot against his skin as I whispered words of longing. 

His hardened length stood tall and commanding, pulsating with an undeniable vigor that spoke volumes. Without hesitation, I leaned in, my lips parting as I released a small stream of saliva onto his throbbing member. The slickness of my saliva enhanced the sensation as I slowly wrapped my hand around his hardness, feeling the heat and hardness beneath my touch. Our eyes locked in a heated exchange, a silent understanding passing between us as I continued to stroke him with deliberate slowness.

The anticipation hung heavy in the air as Rafayel, emboldened by desire, reached for the top of my dress, pulling it down to reveal my pert nipple. His touch was gentle yet firm as he traced the contours of my breast, his warm breath igniting a tempest of sensations within me. I gasped as his lips closed around my nipple, his tongue dancing and swirling, setting my nerve endings ablaze with ecstasy. The intensity of his ministrations sent bolts of raw pleasure shooting through my body, kindling an insatiable desire that surged from the depths of my being.

"It's hard not to bite what's already near my mouth," Rafayel chuckled softly, his voice a velvety whisper tinged with desire. The playful edge in his tone heightened the already intoxicating arousal that surrounded us like a tangible heat. With each stroke of my hand and flick of his tongue, he seemed to embrace his primal instincts and his movements growing increasingly feral.

Sensing my eagerness, Rafayel lifted me effortlessly, guiding me to straddle him as we made our way to his satin bed awaiting us. His touch was electrifying, his hands roaming over my body with a possessive urgency that set my skin ablaze with desire. "May I?" Rafayel's voice was a husky whisper, his eyes dark with longing as he gestured towards the dress that adorned my form.

"Yes," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper as I surrendered to the intoxicating pull of desire.

With practiced ease, Rafayel deftly stripped me of my dress, leaving me clad only in delicate lace and the weapon concealed within. As the dress pooled at my feet, I discreetly removed the gun, tucking it away in a safe place, ensuring our passion remained undisturbed by external threats. In turn, Rafayel shed his top, revealing the chiseled contours of his chest, each muscle defined and sculpted beneath the surface. Despite undressing, he kept the watch on. As he tenderly guided me onto the plush satin sheets, his gaze locked with mine, his lips leaving a trail of delicate kisses along my skin, each touch igniting a wildfire of sensation. With each caress, he worshipped every inch of my being, his hands tracing the contours of my body with reverence, as if I were a precious work of art to be cherished.

Descending with purpose, his lips trailed a path of anticipation down to my stomach, then further still, until he reached the apex of my desire. With skilful hands, he parted my folds, eagerly savouring my taste as his tongue explored every inch of my quivering flesh. Lost in the throes of passion, he ravished me with fervent kisses and expert strokes, driving me to the brink of ecstasy.

With a gentle gesture, he offered his fingers to my eager mouth, coaxing me to coat them with my saliva. Without hesitation, I complied, relishing the taste of our shared desire. As he slowly inserted his finger into my dripping core, a wave of pleasure surged through me, intensifying with each rhythmic circle he traced.

The sensation was overwhelming, my body trembling with need as he skilfully brought me to the brink of release. And in a moment of pure ecstasy, I surrendered to the pleasure, succumbing to the powerful climax he had orchestrated with his masterful touch.

As waves of pleasure continued to ripple through my body, I basked in the afterglow of my climax, feeling every nerve ending alight with bliss. I luxuriated in the lingering sensation, relishing the intoxicating rush that coursed through me.

But even amidst the haze of ecstasy, my desire for Rafayel burned brighter than ever, urging me to reciprocate the pleasure he had so generously bestowed upon me. With a languid grace, I shifted my focus, my gaze locking with his as I conveyed my silent gratitude.

“I wanna try something,” I murmured, a mischievous glint in my eye as I reached for the white ribbon that adorned my hair. Removing it with a practiced twist, I used the ribbon to bind Rafayel's hands, securing them above his head as I took my rightful place atop him. With a playful smirk, I teased his senses, trailing kisses and caresses along his body.

The satin ribbon felt smooth against my fingertips as I expertly tied his wrists, the fabric contrasting with the heat radiating from his skin. With each knot, I could sense his anticipation building, his breath quickening in anticipation of what was to come. “Is this like… a new kink of yours?” Rafayel teased, a playful grin dancing on his lips as he observed me with curious amusement. His eyes sparkled with intrigue, betraying the hint of excitement stirring within him. 

I responded with a coy grin, my lips curling into a mischievous smile as I nodded in affirmation.

As I leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips, I could feel the tension in his muscles, his body straining against the restraints in a delicious mix of desire and surrender.

With his hands bound above his head, Rafayel lay helpless beneath me, his eyes dark with desire as I explored every inch of his body with kisses and feather-light touches. The air was thick with anticipation as I trailed my lips along his jawline, down his neck, and across his chest. With each caress, I could feel the intensity of his arousal building, his skin flushing with heat as he surrendered to the pleasure of my touch.

Rafayel's breath hitched in his throat as I continued my sensual assault, his moans filling the room with a symphony of pleasure. The faint scent of arousal hung in the air, mingling with the heady aroma of our desire as I teased him relentlessly. “Fuck…Y/N, stop teasing me,” His voice was a husky whisper, each word laced with desperation and longing. His hands strained against the ribbon, a silent plea for more, as I revelled in the power I held over him.

I leaned in closer, my lips hovering just out of reach as I whispered, "You know you love it when I tease you." The heat of his skin beneath my fingertips was intoxicating, driving me to push him further, to see how far I could take him before he begged for release.

With a wicked grin, I allowed him to untie himself, his hands immediately finding their way to my body, pulling me closer in a desperate embrace. His hands roam freely as he pulled me closer, our bodies intertwining in a passionate embrace. Guiding his throbbing member to my dripping core, I lowered myself onto him, savouring the exquisite feeling of fullness as he filled me completely.

I stroke Rafayel's cock with my clit, relishing the sensation of his hardness against my sensitive flesh. Releasing his cock from my core momentarily, I coat his pulsating member with my saliva, reveling in the intimacy of the act. The look of desire in his eyes fuels my own arousal, and I love every moment of tempting and teasing him.

Inching deeper, I circle my hips slowly, ensuring every movement brings him exquisite pleasure. His moans of ecstasy spur me on, driving me to explore every inch of his length with my tight, wet pussy. With each deliberate motion, I feel him responding to my touch, his cock throbbing with need beneath me.

"So fucking pretty, my princess," Rafayel moans, his words stirring a carnal hunger deep within me, every syllable like a siren's call, beckoning me further into the abyss of ecstasy. The endearing nickname he gives me only heightens my arousal, causing my pussy to tighten around him involuntarily. His eyes widen in surprise and delight, realising the effect his words have on me. With each fervent thrust, I surrender to the pleasure, riding him with an insatiable hunger that knows no bounds.

"I'm gonna—,” Rafayel groaned, his voice strained with desire as he neared the brink of release. 

With a wicked grin, I withdrew from his pulsating member, the taste of his arousal lingering on my tongue. "Cum in here," I purred, my lips parting in invitation as I offered myself to him once more. Rafayel's eyes widened in anticipation, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as he surrendered to the pleasure coursing through him.

In a moment of pure ecstasy, Rafayel released his cum into my waiting mouth, his essence a delicious elixir that I eagerly savoured. Being the insatiable vixen that I am, I devoured his cock for the last time, each movement of my tongue prolonging his orgasm and intensifying his pleasure. His moans grew deeper, more desperate, as he held onto me tightly, not wanting to let go. With a teasing swivel of my tongue on the tip of his cock, his whole body jerked in response, his desire reaching new heights.

As he throbbed with the aftershocks of pleasure, I met his gaze with a sultry smile, his heartfelt admission of love resounding in the air like a whispered promise. "I adore you, every inch of you," he confessed—his voice a seductive melody that danced on the edge of desire.

"Please… never leave me again," he murmured, his hands cradling my face with a tenderness that spoke volumes of his longing. The sincerity in his gaze, the yearning in his touch, echoed the depths of his desire to hold onto our love, to never let it slip away again.

Savouring the moment, I met his gaze with a sultry smile, my own confession of love hanging between us like a delicate promise waiting to be fulfilled. “I promise. Among all the fishies in the sea, you're the one who caught my eye. Unless you’re begging to be released again,” I teased, my voice tinged with affection as I gazed into Rafayel's mesmerising eyes, feeling the weight of my love for him in every word.

Rafayel and I found ourselves entangled in a playful banter afterwards.

“Says the one who doesn't know how to row the boat!” Rafayel teased, casting a knowing glance at me. The memory of our ill-fated boating excursion flashed through my mind, a moment of levity amidst the tension. "Says the one who ended up tossing his lunch overboard.... and well, couldn't resist taking the bait,” I playfully retorted, a mischievous glint in my eyes as I teased Rafayel. He mockingly gasped, placing a hand over his heart. "Oh, the audacity! Here I am, pouring my heart out, and you're just here for the catch and release." I leaned in closer, my lips curling into a smirk. "Well, you must admit, Rafayel, I do have quite the knack for reeling you in."

He chuckled, his laughter filling the air as he leaned back, a playful glint in his eyes. "Touché, my dear. Touché indeed." Just then, Rafayel leaned in, his lips brushing against my neck as he inhaled the lingering scent of plum and freesia. "I need you to spray more perfume on here, Ms. Bodyguard," he murmured with a playful tone, his breath warm against my skin. I playfully swatted his arm, laughing at the ticklish sensation. His playful request to apply the perfume only added to the intimacy between us, as I surrendered to the warmth of his embrace. Allowing myself to bask in the warmth of Rafayel's presence, I closed my eyes. In his arms, I found solace, a sanctuary where love and laughter intertwined to form an unbreakable bond.

—by prettyobsessed🎀⋆⁺₊⋆ ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

Editor’s note: this is for the Rafayel girlies out there! i intended to write something sweeter for Rafayel's smut, but the direction changed. hmm, we'll see. i might tweak around a bit more. also, doesn't Nero seem a little suspicious? i recently replayed the chapters again and started noticing his peculiar behaviour. but either way, hope you enjoyed this one! ᵔᴗᵔ

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🧁Games to play with your plushies/sibbies/cg's🧁

This list is mainly focused on games I like to play and aren't focused on proper pretend play but more things that follow a script of sorts as I'm autistic and don't enjoy playing differently

🩹doctor office, I love playing doctors office, I even make little patient sheets for everyone, set up a proper office, and waiting room, this games is great because there is a clear structure to play with and focus on🩹

🍨ice cream shop, ice cream shop is such a fun game, I have a Play-Doh set to make ice cream with that's really fun to play with, I like to set up my plushies in a line and give them fake money and then arrange them in groups to eat that candy together🍨

🦴puppy pound, playing things like animal shelter can be lots of fun with your plushies, you can make little introduction cards for each of them and makeup backstories, then you can lead another plushie or imaginary person through your shelter and introduce the animals🦴

🍼tea party, now this one is a classic, having real or pretend tea and cakes or other snacks with your plushies, discussing funny gossip or plushie land political issues, maybe even giving good life advice to your furry friends all this and more can be super great for playing tea party🍼

🪽funeral, this might seem morbid for some but for me it's very fun as I want to become a mortician, you can craft a pretty casket for the plushie, make a flower bouquet with paper, write a eulogy and set everything up nice and pretty, don't forget to make sure it worn make you sad though🪽

🧴beauty salon, I adore this game, giving a silly makeover to your plushies or human friends is so much fun, you can put bows in their hair, pretend to wash it, put makeup on them, paint their nails, give them silly outfits and talk about their life's🧴

🍥grocery store, playing grocery store isn't for everyone and I have to admit it's not something I like too much but for some people it can still be lots of fun, I especially like the organizing part🍥

📖library, this is a game I adore, you can make little library cards for your plushies and friends, set up books in piles, read story times to the visitors, help everyone find thr books they would like and give your recommendations📖

🌸flower store, for this game you can draw and craft lots of pretty flowers to sell to your plushies, advice them on the perfect way to put together their bouquet, add beautiful ribbons and lave to the flowers ans write nice cards for them, I think especially flowers out of pipe cleaners are amazing for this🌸

🩰ballet, now this could either mean you out on a show for or with your plushies or even going to a ballet with them, either way you can dress up beautifully and either dance together or watch a ballet on YouTube and pretend you are in a theater, I really like the Russian ballet's 🩰

Fun fact of the day: a cloud weighs around a million tonnes

[imaginesig]

Dancing under the lights

Oscar Piastri x Ballerina!Reader smau

Platonic!Grid x Ballerina!Reader

These are just some insta posts that you/Oscar would make if he was dating a ballerina

yourusername

Liked by oscarpiastri, y/n_bestie, user5, and 24,097 others

yourusername: tis the season

tagged: y/n_bestie, y/n_friend

y/n_bestie I’m starting a Tchaikovsky hate club

yourusername count me in

y/n_friend1 same

user it’s been a week since Nutcracker rehearsals started and it’s already this had

user2 never underestimate the intensity of ballet

oscarpiastri stunning

yourusername aww love you oz🫶🫶

landonorris simp

landonorris can’t be that hard

yourusername says the one who goes vroom for a living

charles_leclerc 🩰🎄

maxverstappen1 Penelope can’t wait to see you!!

yourusername tell her I can’t wait to see her recital next week!!

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oscarpiastri

Liked by yourusername, logansargent, landonorris, and 89,242 others

oscarpiastri: one thing about me, I’m never gonna understand the process of prepping point shoes

tagged: yourusername

yourusername it’s ok babe, I learned what a DRS is you can learn this

oscarpiastri all that money just to cut and glue and crack them up???

maxverstappen1 should I be worried!

yourusername just think when the time comes, Penelope will have me as a guide

maxverstappen1 so should I be worried??

danielriccardo I HAVE to see this process now

y/n_bestie pointe shoes aren’t for the faint of heart

user1 don’t these cost a fortune??

user2 about that yea

user3 stop she’s so pretty even when destroying shoes

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yourusername

Liked by maxverstappen1, oscarpiastri, y/n_bestfriend, and 45,947 others

yourusername: My little baby angel is all grown up 🥹 I have never felt so honored as I did when she called me her idol and started this dance journey!! Beautiful Penelope I cannot wait to watch you grow and learn🩰🫶🧸

Tagged maxverstappen1, kellypiquet

oscarpiastri I think you cried more than her actual mom during this recital

charles_leclerc second to Max of course

oscarpiastri you could hear him 3 blocks away

maxverstappen1 this was a nice post celebrating P, how did we get here

yourusername Max always has to be number 1

kellypiquet she absolutely loved having your there!!! Thank you so much for coming

yourusername I adored every second of it

user1 your telling me that Penelope started dance because of y/n

user2 how did they even know each other?? Max and Oscar aren't even that close

user3 through Charles, she's a very popular ballerina and so when she posted a story dancing to one of his pieces they kept in touch-- I wouldn't be surprised if Charles drug Max out to watch her

user2 that's really sweet

user1 now you see why I'm crying over her influence on Penelope

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oscarpiastri

liked by yourusername, Charles_leclerc, user1 and 46, 368 others

oscarpiastri: I've never been more in awe of someone before than I am of you. Every new production you steal the audience with your beauty and grace, can't wait to see what the rest of the season holds. To my favorite Sugar Plum fairy, I love you

tagged yourusername

yourusername aww oz 🥹 you're sweeter than all the people in the Kingdom of Sweets

y/n_bestie wow high compliment

oscarpiastri I know 😎

yourusername love ya both 💖💖

landonorris booo sap

yourusername what if you just 🤸🏻🚊

landonorris this is cyberbullying

danielriccardo ya'll see sum 🧑🏻‍🦯🙈

user1 the betrayal is unmatched

yourusername always a good day when Danny Ric is on your side

charles_leclerc beautiful production!!

yourusername number 1 ballet fan has entered the chat

maxverstappen1 Penelope hasn't stopped talking about this all weekend

user2 awww this is adorable

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yourusername

liked by y/n_bestie, lilymhe, y/n_friend, and 23,938 others

yourusername: Sugar Plum Fairy, you've been a dream!! A special shoutout to @/y/n_bestie for being rock through it all, from party guests, to soldiers, to flowers and so many more 🩵🩰 It has been a wild season getting to live out my dream Nutcracker role. Let's see what else is in store...

tagged y/n_bestie, y/n_dancecompany

y/n_bestie IM LITERALY CRYING

y/n_bestie I love you so much 💖💖 its been an absolute honor to grow with you!!

yourusername my favorite Arabian sololist!! I love you much

lilymhe I will never not be impressed by you

yourusername awww I love you bby

lilymhe 😩🤭

alex_albon Oscar come get your girl

oscarpiastri 🫣

user1 stop not them dancing together since chilhood

y/n_friend the last slide 💀💀

oscarpiastri talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique

yourusername who taught him this bc I know damn well it wasn't me 🤔

landonorris @/logansargent

logansargent 🤷🏼‍♂️

charles_leclerc eagerly awaiting the spring run...

youruserame 🤫

y/n_bestie 🫢

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oscarpiastri

liked by user4, mclaren, logansargent, and 97,379 others

oscarpiastri: what a season! Thank you so much Mclaren for helping me create an unforgettable rookie season-- cheers to winter break before its back to the grind 🥂🧡

tagged mclaren, yourusername

mclaren thats our rookie of the year 🏆

landonorris what a ride mate

yourusername so, so proud!!

oscarpiastri ❤️❤️

y/n_bestie she may be supportive but I'm not, why is this INCREDIBLE picture of my girl LAST

user3 get his ass girl

oscarpiastri In my defense I had to thank the job that paid me to take her on a trip

y/n_bestie you better be planning more posts

oscarpiastri pinky promise I do

youruserman did she just threaten you through instagram comments

landonorris your bf's a pussy remember

user1 my addiction can't handle winter break

user2 already started my countdown

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yourusername

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yourusername: "we can leave the Christmas lights up til January"

tagged oscarpiastri, y/n_dancecompany

y/n_dancecompany new year, new routines

y/n_bestie take notes @/oscarpiastri you were the first two slides...

oscarpiastri how many stories and posts have I made of her since break started

user1 NOT HER HOLDING A GRUDGE

y/n_friend first one back to the studio I see

yourusername guilty 🫠

oscarpiastri I enjoyed our winter wonderland

yourusername I love you oz

oscarpiatri I love you too

landonorris bleh 🤢

danielriccardo you dropped this 🔴 put it back on your nose 🤡🥰

user3 who is teaching them these things??

user9 my sneaking suspicion is Logan

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yourusername

liked by kellypiquet, y/n_bestie, danielriccardo, and 45,083 others

yourusername: a kiss can awaken the deepest of dreams ✨🩰🌙

tagged: y/n_dancecompany, y/n_dancepartner

user9 this is so aesthetic I could cry

yourusername I didn't come to mess around

y/n_bestie I cannot wait to put a spell on you

yourusername love my maleficent 💚

oscarpiastri come to a grand prix and you'll spend more time in bed than sleeping beauty 😉

yourusername i'd let you kiss me awake 😏

maxverstappen1 my daughter looks up to you, please stop

danielriccardo wheres Lando with his comments when you need him

landonorris im gonna drink bleach

oscarpiastri you had to summon him didnt you

kellypiquet P can't wait to play little Aurora alongside you

yourusername I wouldn't want anyone else to play little me!! 🩵🩵

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oscarpiastri

liked by mclaren, y/n_bestie, landonorris, and 76,283 others

oscarpiastri: that moment when you girl has a killer opening weekend and you get a podium!! @/yourusername thank you for a beautiful week capped off with 2 big weekends. I love you more than words can tell ❤️

tagged mclaren, yourinstagram, y/n_dancecompany

yourusername awww oz I love you to the moon and back

oscarpiastri who's cutting onions

landonorris if y'all don't get married rn I swear ill fall asleep in oncoming traffic

youruserman oh 😃

oscarpiastri mate...

danielriccardo what a drastic change of attitude

y/n_bestie glad to see you've sorted out your priorities

mclaren we agree

oscarpiastri wow I don't even have admin on my side

user4 aww stop this is adorable

user8 the schedules lining up perfectly is a gift from the dance and F1 gods

user5 fr fr

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liked by oscarpiastri, y/n_bestie, y/n_dancecompany, and 101,012 others

yourusername: one thing I was never taught why how hard this goodbye is. I've called this company home since I was 4 alongside the best girl in the whole world. I learned so much about dancing, myself, and life. Taking my final bow after Sleeping Beauty I couldn't help but shed a tear- I'm sad to say goodbye to my home and my ballet family, but I'm happy to dance on and make them proud. Thank you for helping me grow and spread my wings 🩵🩰✨

tagged: y/n_bestie, y/n_dancecompany

y/n_bestie I never would've thought the hardest thing I had to do was let you chase your dreams 💖

yourusername youre not far behind 💖

oscarpiastri you are incredible, I love you so much ❤️❤️

yourusername thank you so much for all your support even when it was hard and you had your own career going on ❤️ I love you so so much

landonorris since our introduction, I've only grown more and more as a fan. You have great determination, skill, grace, work ethic, and so many more things I admire, I can't wait to see ho you grow in the next steps

yourusername aww lando, I'm so touched 🥹🧡

charles_leclerc you're going to conquer whoever comes next

yourusername Merci pour votre soutien

*thank you for your support*

charles_leclerc 💖💖

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oscarpiastri

liked by landonorris, mclaren, your username, and 23,088 others

oscarpiatri: i remember when we first met, we would spend late nights talking about our dreams-- its insane to have accomplished them together. You cheered me on throughout my F1 journey and I'm excited to see your first solo in the theatre you've always dreamed of! Break a leg my beautiful dancer ❤️

tagged: your username, newdancecompany

yourusername I'm crying in rehearsals rn

yourusername I love you so much oz ❤️

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yourusername: "growing often feels like breaking at first" - a farewell quote from my very first dance teacher.

Tonight I debuted with a new dance company, my second one in all my 22 years of life. Thank you so much Charles for composing a piece that speaks what I cannot. This performance is dedicated to past me, her company, her mentors, her friends, and her supporters. I chose to keep the costuming simple, seeing as I don't feel as complete without them just yet.

I cannot wait to keep growing and dancing with every part of me.

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yourusername 😭🫶🫶

landonorris you amaze me more and more every dance, best honorary little sister I could ask for

yourusername and I though you'd keep the sister thing private sap

y/n_bestie I never imagined the pain of watching you dance from the audience and not the wings, but I also never imagined the joy in my chest watching you fly like you did tonight. Remember no matter where you go and how much more famous you become, you will always be my best friend.

yourusername in all these years, the best choice I ever made was talking to the girl next to me with the pink dress 💖 I would be nowhere without you, I truly owe all my accomplishments to you and your unwavering support 🫶🫶

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[darylbae]

hii, plss could you maybe write some fluff with a female reader x daryl? where they have this non spoken relationship but everyone knows they habe a thing, and when they get to deanna party in alexandria he want to ask her to dance with him but is very shy about it? ☺

don't know how to dance — daryl dixon 🩰

in which daryl, so very shy with his feelings, asks you to dance.

REQUESTS CURRENTLY: CLOSED

From the beginning, since Daryl found you wounded and stumbling through the forest, you two had been attached to one another. You to him more than him to you, at least that's what you thought. He had almost put an arrow through your temple, thinking you were just another walker, stumbling around. But he'd heard your cries, your whimpers, how you grabbed a tree to stop for a moment. He'd grabbed hold of your arms, steadying you, but you'd collapsed into him already. He'd carried you all the way to camp, slung over his shoulder, and when you'd come to, you were silent. "Gonna talk?" He'd question you, his tone accusing. But you seemingly didn't care. You followed him around, stayed with him, and Daryl couldn't find it in him to shout at you, tell you to fuck off elsewhere. You eventually started talking to him, only feeling safe around him at first, before getting comfortable with others within the group. But no matter who you befriended, who you laughed with, you always ended up sticking with Daryl.

The two of you were never seen without each other willingly, going on runs together and always choosing to help each other. The pair of you were bonded, and the group hadn't seen anything like it. They'd never heard Daryl laugh so much in his life, the two of you would cackle together in one of your cells. When you were hurt, he'd come to your aid like he did when you met. When you were tired, he'd offer his lap or his shoulder, softly moving strands of hair from your face, until someone had noticed, then he'd keep his hands to himself. The long winter on the road, the two of you got to know each other well. You'd formed a close friendship, and it felt comfortable with him all the time. The two of you could walk in silence and it would feel right. You understood each other.

So when this Alexandria place came around, the two of you were in agreement that this was not to be trusted. But you were overruled by most, wanting stability, comfort, community. It just didn't feel right. The interviews, the seizing of your weapons, the homes with whatever you wanted. The first night, you'd all slept under one roof. Everyone else had drifted off soundly, but you and Daryl both found yourselves without any sort of fatigue. "Don't trust it?" He asked, pulling a lighter from his pocket and lighting the smoke that balanced between his lips. You shook your head. "Me neither." The two of you shared a smoke that night, silent, alert, a small ounce of fear weighing on your shoulders. But you had Daryl, you knew he would protect you, he'd proven it over and over again.

Deanna had thrown a party, you heard. Inviting all the newcomers to introduce themselves. Was it ever going to be time for a party? Rick had to convince the pair of you to go, but you were more inclined to go than Daryl. He was up in arms about it still, even as you were getting yourself ready. You'd been given a nice dress, which felt wrong to wear. You were so used to your utility vest, your covered clothing to protect yourself, you felt... vulnerable in a dress. But to play the part, you had to look it. Daryl wasn't in the house you all shared when you were ready, so you'd left alone. Trust didn't come easy, so there was no way you were leaving without a knife. You'd taken one of your thigh holsters and hidden it under your dress, sliding the knife into it and feeling more secure. You could hear the party from outside Deanna's home, and you felt nervous. Too many people, the opposite of what you'd gotten used to these days. You'd seen Rick, hugging his side for a while as you got acclimatized to the environment you were in. You weren't planning on drinking, you didn't feel comfortable at all. You had actually thought about going home, calling it a night and wondering if you'd ever be able to settle again. Until you'd spotted Daryl. At the door, eyes flickering around at people passing by until his eyes met yours. You looked gorgeous. Of course, he knew this. You'd always been gorgeous, even with walker blood and guts splattered upon your skin. But this was an entirely new sight for him — you in a dress. It made him feel like this new world was just a bad dream, but you were real. Daryl had approached you, a small smirk on his face. "Love the get up." "Thank you," you smiled sheepishly, "I feel wrong. Like I'm in a costume." Daryl laughed, folding his arms and leaning against the wall next to you. "This shit don't feel right." "I know," you agreed with him, "I came prepared." You lifted your dress slightly, and Daryl's first instinct was the be a gentleman and look away. But he didn't want to, not with you. He wanted to see you, be with you. "Smart girl." He commented, nodding proudly at you. The two of you stood in silence, comfortably, shoulders touching as you stared at the party around you. This was neither of yours kind of thing, but you had to play pretend for the group. Daryl felt nervous, for the first time in a long time. He can take a large group of walkers, he can kill someone, but he can't make a move on you. He couldn't exactly leave and never see you again. The world had gotten smaller, there was a high chance if he did pack up and run into the night, your paths would eventually cross. But confidence had been suddenly injected into his veins the moment your head hit his shoulder, and he could feel his heart slamming against his chest. "Wanna dance?" He asked, confidence hopefully cushioning his rejection later. "Sure." And Daryl felt pride, having overcome that small bump of nerves and to have a pretty girl in his arms as the two of your danced. Swayed gently, arms around each other, small talk between you. Rick had spotted you two, giggling into each other's faces, the way Daryl held you. The two of you had been drawn together and couldn't be separated. "I should probably admit I don't know how to dance," you whispered into Daryl's ear, pulling back to see the smile on his face. "Neither."

[artdcnaldson]

another day another neeeeeed to be artrick’s girl best friend who they idk…..take advantage of one night. u want it just as bad bc obv. it’s them. but. idk they get you sooo drunk ur soooo giggly and pliant for them… sigh….

-🩰

TEEHEE <3

TW: Dubcon/noncon due to all parties being intoxicated!

Day drunk bc you’re on vacation w them in Europe and you’re all legally allowed to drink as much as you want <3 sneaking out of the house his parents rented to walk to a club in the city proper <3

The three of you are sooo plastered. They’ve got you sandwiched on the dance floor, hands everywhere on you. You’re so warm all over, their hands feel so good. You’re pretty sure Art’s got a hand up your shirt, so big where he’s palming your tits. and Patrick’s got His hand snaked beneath your skirt, rubbing your pussy through the cheap wet seal panties you’re wearing.

It’s all mouths and hands and euro pop club music. All of you are too fucked to care too much about the fact that they’re feeling you up in front of everyone. It’s dark, everyone’s drunk or high, it feels too good to stop. Your moans are panted out on liquor tinged breath when Patrick’s fingers slip beneath the band of your panties and move against your slick cunt. Art’s mouthing at your throat, your collarbones, marking you with bites and bruises and open-mouthed kisses as he gropes and teases at your nipples.

They can’t even hear you panting that you’re going to cum— it’s too quiet to be heard over the blaring bass. But they feel it. The tremble as you tumble over the edge. Patrick licks the taste of you off of his fingers, pushes them between Art’s lips so he can taste too. When they get home and they jerk off together, they’ll feel so guilty after they can’t stand it.

But you’ll think about how perfect it was for the rest of the summer.

[yunarim]

hellou I would like to ask (for reasons that the movie will be released soon~) for the dorm leaders reacting to their mc explaining to them with everything and power-point everything about barbie, they even watch her movies (they need to have barbie culture °^°)9 ), songs (mc starts to sing the songs of the Princess and the Pauper bc it's inevitable not to do it xd), toys, etc, and in the end mc gets sentimental because barbie was part of her childhood :') so that all Thank you very much <3 and have a good day *hug*

﹢ ﹒🩰 WRITTEN IN YOUR HEART and you're always free to believe ♡

♡ SYNOPSIS : reader introducing barbie culture to the dorm leaders !

♡ TAGS : implied female reader (but no pronouns used actually), fluff, implied reader has all the movies downloaded on the phone and got transmigrated with it, watch me being emo about barbie movies, games & songs because totally not me was obsessed with them in my childhood—

♡ NOTES : OMG ANON LET ME GIVE YOU A HUG TOO you're just in time bc i replayed barbie in the 12 dancing princesses literally a week ago sdhkjh THIS REQUEST IS SO SWEET i felt it with all my both mind and soul

— ❀ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

How could you not realize it before!! When you asked Riddle if there is something you can help with since you’ve noticed he’s been quite preoccupied with too many things to handle, he said you may assist flamingo caretakers but there’s one rule that you absolutely mustn’t violate. According to rule 249, ‘Flamingo caretakers are to don pink attire’ which happens to be extremely… pinkish. 

Riddle notices you following the rule by heart, but you seem to hum a song unknown to him. He asks why would even sing something like ‘We spin for you, Janessa, and chasse for you, Kathleen, we pirouette for Lacey, and we bow before the queens’ and among those lines… Riddle can understand the ‘bow before the queens’ line, but who are those people in the first place? You ask him if barbie culture even exists in their world and when you find out there’s none— 

Riddle takes your introduction to barbie lessons just as diligently as professors' magic lessons. He wonders if you perform this excellently on tests as well since the way you turned all the information into neatly assigned diagrams and schemes is astonishing. You came up with the idea of homework because he’s familiar with such, so the task you assigned him to finish by the end of the week was to remember the Birthday Song you were singing in the garden. 

He knows that all the barbie aesthetic is important to you by the way your eyes glow with joy whenever he brings you something barbie related. You got all Heartslabyul jamming to barbie songs, which is not against the rules. In fact, when Riddle spotted that even Trey started singing ‘If I want some eggs I ring the bell, and the maid comes running in’, he decided there is one more rule that needs to be added to the list, which is ‘One must sing ‘I am a girl like you’ when cooking’. 

One day during an unbirthday party Riddle gifted you a handmade barbie doll according to your descriptions. He did make it himself but with a little touch of magic so it came out quite nice. He thought you would scream and maybe jump out of your seat but you just drew the doll right to your heart and teared up a little, causing Riddle to get confused for a moment. But once you explained that it’s very touching and means a lot to you, he smiled reassuringly. You’re an honorable ambassador of barbie culture in Heartslabyul now.

— ❀ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Even if Leona doesn’t say it, he’s grown quite fond of you enough to shamelessly tell you that you need to do the thing that always puts him to sleep, which is singing a lullaby. Usually you would just hum something incoherently and watch Leona snore on your lap but this time you decided to fall into the embrace of your childhood and sing ‘No one to say when to eat or read or leave or stay, that would be the day’. Leona opened one eye and asked if you were actually trying to put him into sleep or emphasize on his upbringing for some reason. 

Next day you tell him if he falls asleep while you two watch ‘Barbie as The Princess and the Pauper’, you will never ever sing him to sleep again. He just yawns you away but agrees anyway since it’s the first time he sees you so agitated. Somehow ends up providing you with plot analysis as the movie goes on. This is the moment you know you got him.

Leona thinks he doesn’t care about your childish movies and things and then spends twenty minutes explaining to Ruggie why ‘Barbie in the Nutcracker’ is obviously superior. Leona: started as a joke and ended up genuinely investing into barbie culture. Ruggie: started as a way to fool around and ended up kinning Erika (Leona tells him to come back down to earth since Ruggie’s no queen like Erika was).

One day gifted you Princess Anneliese doll with ‘You’re just like me’ line — whatever he meant by that — and your reaction turned out to be so amusing so he started casually gifting you other barbie dolls just to (enjoy your beautiful smile but he won’t tell you this) entertain himself. Now whoever visits Ramshackle often asks how did you get an enormously large collection of pretty dolls but your dorm remains so ruin-like. Needless to say that you would be considered rich in your world for having such a huge collection in your property.

Now asks you to watch barbie movies together instead of singing him to sleep but ends up never falling asleep before he watches till the end. You throw quick glances to check if he’s asleep and he pretends he is, though his tail can not lie, revealing his honest reaction to plot twists. Cheka visited once, and now thanks to you everyone in Afterglow Savannah is cultured.

— ❀ AZUL ASHENGROTTO

All popular cafes in the city were holding some events with advertising new products as a main purpose. Azul couldn’t afford falling behind so he needed to come up with original and creative ideas as soon as possible. Since you were working part-time at Mostro Lounge, you suggested holding barbie inspired events. When you found out no one in Twisted Wonderland knew barbie, you were so shocked that you asked (or rather demanded) Azul to entrust all the preparations to you. 

At first no one really understood what’s the point of decorating Mostro Lounge with pink glittering and shining stuff but when you suddenly came up on the stage and started singing simple yet touching songs, everyone started getting the main idea. But the pièce de résistance became none other than Bibble plushies. You sewed the very first version, and Azul grew to love the new Mostro Lounge’s mascot so much he now has an enormously huge Bibble plush toy in his dorm room. You always say it needs to be resewed but he already got a soft spot for it.

Azul is absolutely in love with all the outfits you come up with for the performances, but most importantly he can’t throw out of his mind the songs you performed. Ended up recreating instrumental music from Mermaidia just according to your vague descriptions of how it should sound, and it turned out perfect. You once accustomed his outfit to resemble Nori’s one and well— It’s totally not you who wants to see his merform with Nori’s accessories and makeup, surely not, nuh-uh. 

Gifts you barbie mermaid doll, its outfit pieces made from pearls from Coral Sea. You don’t even know if you can accept such a precious gift, considering you didn’t expect Azul to think about how important it was for you. So you came up with the idea that he also should perform with you on stage, accompanying you by playing piano. 

Singing songs from ‘Barbie as The Princess and the Pauper’ became Octavinelle tradition thanks to you. But also please don’t sabotage Azul with a recording of him crying his eyes out while listening to you singing ‘Written in your heart’ alright?  Also would do anything to see you dressed up as Elina but you most certainly didn’t hear Floyd and Jade telling you this info. You most certainly didn’t see the Mermaidia art piece appearing in the Atlantica Memorial Museum either.

— ❀ KALIM AL-ASIM

The first ever time you’re taking a magic carpet ride with Kalim, you realize that maybe this is how Barbie felt riding a pegasus. When Kalim asks who is Barbie and what pegasus even is, you explain in vivid detail the whole plot of ‘Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus’ and start singing ‘Cause hope has wings to carry you’. Kalim doesn’t even know the song but somehow ends up guessing the lyrics and the vibe so you two are taking crazy carpet flips and giving Jamil a hard time watching you from the ground. (Spoiler: the next day Jamil is having a hard time listening to Kalim saying they should get a pegasus somewhere.)

Okay apparently you got Kalim planning to recreate the whole ‘Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses’ with his siblings because he’s totally invested. HELP he’s so down that he’s been asking you details about barbie outfits for a week, so now it looks like he’s more fan than you are. 

Every time you visit Scarabia, Kalim greets you with performances you’ve never thought can be recreated in real life. One day he decorated his magic carpet with light purple jewelry encrusted in the fabrics, the next day he was dressed up as Derek from ‘Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses’ and asked you for a dance. It was extremely silly because you suddenly remembered the PC game you played and how ridiculous princesses movements were but you got so immersed into dance you decided to let your inner child arise. 

Kalim gifts you 12 dancing princesses dolls collection made by him and his siblings and you straight up start crying out of joy and how thoughtful it is for you, which gets Kalim just as emotional as you, so now Jamil has to take care of two crying silly idiots.  Kalim is the one who helps you advertise barbie throughout Twisted Wonderland, because everyone needs to grow fond of it. He also suggests you ask the headmaster if you could assign pink and lilac as Ramshackle dorm's official color scheme so everyone would know you’re a barbie ambassador here in Twisted Wonderland. Also thought it would be a good idea to make hymns for every dorm based on barbie songs but couldn’t decide which one would fit Scarabia, so he just ended up randomly starting singing whatever pops up in his mind.

— ❀ VIL SCHOENHEIT

Usually you just enjoy going shopping with Vil and you’re usually calm and collected, but when you suddenly screamed Vil thought something happened. You almost started crying out of nowhere and when Vil came closer to you and took a look at the glass case he saw a butterfly-shaped necklace. When you started spinning around and bursting in soft giggles, Vil could have sworn he saw pinkish sparkles blossoming around you. Turned out the necklace reminded you of the similar one that appeared in Barbie Fairytopia of which Vil had no idea. 

Next day you presented an insanely well-made research on all barbie outfits from every movie, video game and doll. Rook tagged along for beauty and aesthetic appreciation and Epel just heard you mentioning having barbie jeep cruiser convertible car playset so now you’ve got Pomefiore in full force listening to you explaining what barbie culture means in your world and somehow they ended up investing into it quite unironically.

When Epel shows you a magazine issue the next month, you have your jaw somewhere on the floor because the Vil Schoenheit just released a photoshoot inspired by ‘Barbie: A Fashion Fairytale’ you once showed to him. He understands the impact of barbie culture on your generation and realizes how trendy it can get in Twisted Wonderland. 

Not Vil passing the casting for a film adaptation of ‘Barbie and The Diamond Castle’ based on the movie you have saved on your phone— And not the Neige LeBlanch playing Alexa… In any case you can’t imagine what started as you getting excited over a necklace similar to Barbie’s one, ended up Vil and Neige starring in one of your favorite movies but here in Twisted Wonderland. 

He gives you the necklace, but not that similar one you saw in a shop. He proudly gifts you the necklace just like in the movie you watched with him after introducing barbie culture, and you tear up, saying you won’t ever take it off and it’ll be on your neck forever. Now you’ve got Vil (and actually a whole Pomefiore considering they should make adjustments in their dorm’s aesthetic choices) genuinely liking barbie culture thanks to you.

— ❀ IDIA SHROUD

You were playing video games with Idia when something suddenly slapped you — the game resembles ‘Barbie Diaries’ so much!! When Idia asks you what the hell is barbie, you jump from the chair and drop your px5 controller. No way… there is no way Idia doesn’t know this masterpiece, you thought he got influenced by barbie culture while growing up.

You can’t say no to this challenge, so the next day the powerpoint party you decided to hold got extremely serious and unironically informative. You’ve got everything prepared: how barbie was created, when the movies were released, which dolls were to die for, and of course… games!! 

Let’s be real, it’s Idia who’s investing, and he’s investing hard. He got all the songs from ‘Barbie as The Princess and the Pauper’ memorized in an hour after listening to your presentation. He doesn’t care if people think it’s a childish thing, NO WAY it’s childish when the ‘When you live your dream, you’ll find destiny is written in your heart’ line LITERALLY EXISTS. 

He makes barbie PC games based on your descriptions in a span of one day because he’s already a true barbie stan and he doesn’t care if he’s sleep deprived. He’s got all the barbie movies you sent him to watch. Idia also is being sad because how the hell Twisted Wonderland couldn’t came up with something so genuinely genius. He also sighs and complains to you that he kinda fell behind and would be late for the trend if he was in your world because he started stanning barbie after it became mainstream, but you reassure him that it’s alright and he can be barbie ambassador in Twisted Wonderland with you. 

When you help him arrange a barbie doll collection no one knows how Idia even recreated, he also gives to you a huge dollhouse with barbie playsets you’ve mentioned briefly. Right when you’re about to tear up, he gets panicked but also installs on your laptop all the PC barbie games he managed to create based on your words. Please don’t abandon him and play all the barbie games he created with him in his room. It's obviously better to (share the memories but he’s too shy to say it out loud okay—) play them on his computer anyway. 

You can wake him up at 3 in the morning and randomly say ‘Can’t go back, so we gotta go on, we’ll stick together, staying strong’ and he’ll perfectly accompany you with his eyes closed, humming ‘There’s a diamond castle in my mind and someday soon’ because he memorized all the songs. Ortho mentions how Idia starts singing barbie songs here and there in the dorm. Idia also wants to provide you with cosplay materials, so if you don’t mind…

— ❀ MALLEUS DRACONIA

Once Malleus mentions he’s a fae during late night strolls around Ramshackle, you suddenly start singing softly ‘Fairytopia’s where I wanna be, Dandelion and Bibble next to me’ and Malleus gets so confused. Who… are Dandelion and Bibble? Also Fairytopia? Is it what your homeland calls? Are there faes in your world too? Tell him everything!

You show movies you downloaded on your phone (even if you never thought the very first thing you would show on your phone would be barbie movies, moreover it’s Malleus who’s bad with technologies) and he immediately starts asking you questions like ‘Why would Laverna want to destroy the rainbow and plunge Fairytopia into bitter winter?’, ‘Are there different types of fairies or only the ones that have wings behind their backs?”, and many other things. 

He also wants to know if you’re not opposed to the idea of dancing with him like 12 dancing princesses did. You also sing to him when you feel like it, and once he heard of ‘Barbie as The Princess and the Pauper’ he felt as if he was enchanted. Turns ‘Free’ into opera performance with Lilia filming him for something he referred to as ‘family archives’, Silver being happy Malleus-sama is happy, and Sebek tearing up because his master is absolutely majestic, brilliant, wonderful, outstanding and—

He doesn’t really understand the concept of collecting dolls but sees Lilia’s room getting filled with them (Diasomnia vice dorm leader doesn’t really know he ordered them from Idia but that’s another story—) and smiles. Malleus also rehearses the songs with Silver in the meadow so he could impress you later. 

You feel like crying when it's a warm sunset dissolving in pink and peach colors and Malleus sings ‘In my heart I’d be glad if you loved me for me’. It’s touching and reminds you of your home so much you can’t resist and tear up, Malleus gently stroking your head. Once you calm down, he grins and says there’s something he wants to present to you. He doesn’t know how to make or at least where to buy barbie dolls, people are also terrified of him so there’s no way he could play a role in a movie like Vil Schoenheit, but he’s a fae. He doesn't have fragile pinkish wings, but he’s a powerful magician who wants to thank you for introducing such an adorable culture to him.

So he magically creates a beautiful bright rainbow just for you, giving you an enchanted butterfly-shaped necklace, resembling one that Elina had in ‘Barbie Fairytopia’, so if you’ll have a hard time, just touch the necklace, and the small version of a magic rainbow will appear. ‘Hope will blossom by believing the heart that lies within’.

© yunarim 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

[hearts444karma]

heyheyhey i saw your requests open sooo

I AM HERE ‼️

anyways can i request a ike eveland (THE man of sex) x reader, spy/assassin au where theyre like doing an undercover mission??

there should totally be like a ballroom scene where they have to assassinate the target and reader should wear something KINDA revealing so theyre like ‘the distraction’ (but reader can kick ass 😮‍💨😮‍💨 ) while ike is up in the authorised area hacking the cctv or soemthing

thank youuu

(also can i refer myself as 🩰 anon? )

「　𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓 ！」　☆彡　ike eveland

💌 : WELCOME 🩰 ANON!! i rlly love this idea 😩 throughout writing this all i could imagine was loid and yor- <33 i hope you enjoy!!

you moved with practiced grace, your gown cascade midnight hues, every step a calculated dance of allure and deception. 

you were the distraction, the siren luring attention away from the true danger lurking in the shadows.

"evening, darling," the host purred as you approached, his gaze lingering on on form.

"good evening," you replied with a coy smile, voice a symphony of honeyed tones.

as you two conversed, ike worked his magic in the depths of the CCTV room, his fingers dancing over the keyboard with practiced ease.

"i trust you're enjoying the party..my party?" the host inquired, his eyes lingering on your exposed skin.

"it’s certainly... stimulating," you replied, smile tight with forced politeness.

midway through this aching conversation, a notification flashed on the host's phone, his expression shifting to one of concern.

"excuse me for a moment," he murmured, making to leave.

but you were quick to act, hand closing around his wrist in a firm grip. "why leave now? the night is still young," you purred, guiding him onto the dance floor with ease.

as you danced, the host's advances grew bolder, his touch lingering where it wasn't welcome.

"careful, darling," you cautioned with a forced smile, eyes flashing with warning.

before the situation could escalate further, ike appeared at your side, his presence a welcome relief from the host's unwanted attention.

"mind if i cut in?" he asked with a charming smile, his hand extended towards you.

nodding gratefully, you allowing yourself to be swept into ike’s arms, the warmth of his touch a stark contrast to the chill of the ballroom.

before walking to the dance floor, ike subtly slipped a drink into the host’s hand, a silent gesture to ‘compensate’ for taking you away.

"thanks for the save," you murmured, your voice tinged with relief. “ one more second and I could’ve slit his throat.”

"anytime," ike chuckled, his gaze lingering onto you with a hint of warmth that sent a flutter through your chest.

as you both dance, ike’s hand brushed a little lower on your back, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins.

meanwhile, the host, consumed with jealousy and animosity at the sight of you and Ike’s arms, took a sip with a drink aware of the deadly poison flowing through his veins.

"mission accomplished?" you whispered, breath catching in your throat.

he nodded, expression tinged with satisfaction as he revealed the flash drive clutched in his hand.

"mission success," he confirmed, his eyes never leaving yours.

as the music reached its crescendo, the host eyes widen in shock, his body convulsing as he collapsed to the ground, the poison claiming him as its victim

amists the chaos, your eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of amusement dancing in their depths. turing to Ike, a wide grin spreading across your lips.

"well, that was impressive," you remarked, laughter bubbling up uncontrollably. "let’s get out of here."

ike returned the grin, a sense of satisfaction evident in his eyes as he scoops you up, PRINCESS STYLE .

slipping away into the shadows, his steps light and free, the weight of your mission finally lifted.

[lixie-phoria]

ੈ✩‧ 🎀🩰 ➛ everything's going to be okay

genre : fluff, angst with a happy ending

warnings : descriptions of parental neglect

an : not my best writing :/ (+ his brother's name is haru)

lee know had been so excited. he'd been ecstatic, in fact, when his parents broke the news to the two of you. he loved you with all his heart, so finding out he was having another sibling sent him on cloud 9.

until he wasn't so excited anymore.

his younger brother was everything; the most adorable little baby he had ever seen. but he was a lot of work.

lee know remembers coming home from school one day, the widest grin stretched across his face as he ran up the stairs, with you just barely managing to keep up.

"omma! look!"

"shhh, not now."

he skid to a stop at the door frame, watching his mother rock his brother's cradle, trying to put the crying baby to sleep.

"but i have something to tell you."

"later, minho. can't you see i'm busy?"

the excitement drained out of him, but he nodded nonetheless.

it's ok. his younger brother needed to be looked after right now. he could tell her some other time.

he managed a small smile as you clutched onto his hand from behind, leading him away from the scene.

"it's ok," you mumbled softly, jumping over the toys scattered across the floor.

"but i was so excited to tell her about the dance competition," he grumbled, letting out a yelp as his foot landed on a lego and he was immediately shushed again.

"i know."

minho's eyes searched the audience for any familiar face. his spirits plummeted when he couldn't find any.

they had promised. his parents had given him their word. they said they would make it. then why weren't they here?

it was the dance competition. the same one he'd been so excited about. the same competition he'd been talking about for over two weeks. but somehow his parents seemed to have forgotten.

he had to ask a friend's mother for a lift home that night.

"minho-ah, you did so well!"

his ears perked up when his mother greeted him at the door, ruffling his hair.

"you were there?"

"of course! i wouldn't miss your performance for anything."

"why didn't i see you at the end of the program?"

"we had to come home early because of your father's work."

oh. maybe he had been overreacting, after all.

"did you like the cart wheel i did?"

"yes! you made me so proud."

nevermind.

the seven year old tried to smile as genuinely as he could, but gods he felt terrible. there had been no cart wheel. his mother had lied.

that night he tried to be as quiet as possible as he cried into his pillow, but when he heard your soft footsteps padding across the hallway towards his room, he sighed.

"oppa?"

"go away."

you were his younger sister. he didn't want you seeing him like this. but you slid into the covers beside his anyways, staring at him with sad, innocent eyes.

"i really wanted to watch you perform," you whispered in the silence of the night.

"then why didn't any of you come?"

"omma got busy. haru was having one of his tantrums again, it took all 3 of us to calm him down."

"oh."

lee know felt terrible. partly because he had really wanted his family to be there for his performance, and partly because in that moment he couldn't help but wish that his parents had never decided to have another kid. he loved his baby brother, but everyday he felt like his parents were slipping away from his grasp. things had never been like this when you were a baby.

"i'm sorry," you mumbled. "i know you did well. you always do."

minho hoped his smile was convincing enough as he reached across his pillow to link your hands together.

"thanks, y/n."

"but i want to have a party!"

"your brother is sick! how can you think about a birthday party at a time like this?"

the seven year old furiously wiped the tears from his eyes.

it was his eighth birthday. he wanted to have a birthday party like any normal kid his age. he wanted to call over his friends. he wanted to cut a cake and blow out the candles. he wanted people to sing for him as he cut into the cake. he wanted his old life back.

"but-"

"you can have a birthday party next year. no more discussion on this."

the boy didn't have it in him to fight back anymore. he ran back to his room, sobbing at how unfair his parents were being.

when he slammed the door shut, he wasn't surprised to see you sitting on his bed. this had happened more times than he could count over the past few weeks.

he would fight with his parents. they would send him back to his room. he would cry. you would comfort him. repeat.

"oppa-"

"why are they acting like this?"

he knew the answer just as well as you did.

haru. your younger brother haru.

minho knew bringing up a child was not easy. it was stressful. it wasn't entirely his parents fault. but he just wanted things to go back to how they were before. back when he could hold the attention of his parents for longer than just a few minutes.

"the two of us can go for ice cream instead?" you suggested, making space for him as he climbed into the bed.

"if they let us."

"they will."

he looked down to see you staring back at him determinedly.

"and if they don't, we will sneak out. it's your eighth birthday and we have to celebrate!"

"look at you. already becoming rebellious, huh?"

hearing you giggle made him feel better. only a little bit, but better nonetheless.

when he woke up the day after tomorrow, freshly turned eight, you were the first to wish him, running into his arms the second he stepped out of his room, a hand-made card clutched in your fist.

"i made you a card!"

minho smiled at the little cats you had drawn, the banner you had neatly scrawled happy birthday in and the chocolate taped inside.

"you're welcome!" you yelled, not waiting for his acknowledgement and ignoring your mother who shushed at you.

and somehow, minho felt lighter. he could feel a genuine smile pulling at his lips for the first time in months as he stared at your excited face.

yes, things were hard right now. yes, it would take some time before they would go back to normal.

but if you were trying, despite being in the same position as him, then he decided he would too.

he had you, and that made everything better.

©lixie-phoria, 2023

🏷️ @foxinnie8

[that1garrulousfan]

OC AND/OR DRAWING IDEAS FOR ARTBLOCK

🌸 - Interacting with a canon character

🎀 - Dress them in your favorite outfit and/or an outfit you wish you had

🔥 - a r s o n

🎃 - Halloween costume

🦾 - Robot or cyborg

🎤 - Singing

🎁 - Reacting to a present they received or waiting for a reaction from someone they gave it to

🛍️ - Shopping

👑 - Royalty

😈 - Villain

🖤 - Emo/punk/grunge aesthetic

🪡 - Working on a sewing projecting (or crocheting!)

🔪 - Horror art

🧥 - Investigator or a detective

🎬 - Film director

🤿 - Snorkeling and/or swimming

🥸 - Disguise

🍂 - Autumn

🍀 - St. Patrick’s Day

🪖 - Soldier

👾 - 8-Bit

🧤 - Gardening

⛲️ - By a water fountain

🎄 - Decorating a Christmas tree

⚽️ - Playing soccer/football

🏀 - Playing basketball

🏈 - Playing football

🎾 - Playing tennis

🏐 - Playing volleyball

⚾️ - Playing base ball/soft ball

🏓 - Playing ping pong

🪵 - Gathering firewood or just with logs/wood

🎡 - At a carnival

🕷️- Reaction to a spider

💐 - Giving or receiving flowers

💌 - Confession

😒 - Annoyed and/or sarcastic

🤣 - Laughing

🎫 - Buying tickets

✈️ - In an airplane or at an airport or boarding the plane

🐚 - Collecting seashells and/or at the beach

🤩 - Amazed

🌝 - Waiting for a reaction (specifically a prank or something obvious or “You’ll see” expression)

🎮 - Playing video games

🍔 - Eating a burger or other fast food

🎒 - Buying school supplies and/or getting ready for school

☔️- Standing in the rain with an umbrella

🌂 - Going out into the rain

🚗 - Driving and/or driving test

💅 - Painting nails

🧣 - Wearing a scarf

🤳 - Selfie (maybe with a few friends)

🪺 - Stumbling across a bird’s nest

🍳 - Making breakfast

🛹 - Skateboarding

🥧 - Baking a pie and/or cake

🪩 - Dancing and/or at a party

🤡 - The character’s most embarrassing moment

✨ - Star gazing

⛳️ - Playing golf

🪅 - Breaking a piñata

❄️ - In the snow

🛝 - In a liminal space

🐍 - Their reaction to a snake

🍉 - Eating a fruit

🍽️ - Setting up a table (maybe as a waiter for a restaurant or just a family/friend dinner?)

🕶️ - Wearing cool shades

🥠 - Opening a fortune cookie

🩰 - Ballet

🎼 - Learning and/or practicing music

🎯 - Playing with darts

🚲- Riding a bike

🛴 - Riding a scooter

🎪 - At a circus (maybe a d i g i t a l one???)

🖼️ - Admiring art (or not)

🍋 - Trying to eat this

🍨 - Eating an ice cream

🥯 - “A bagel… Two bagels.”

🎢 - On a roller coaster

🎭 - Acting

🛶 - Kayaking or canoeing

📸 - Taking pictures of random objects for no reason :]

🪐 - Trip to space and/or on a planet

💻 - Working on something on the computer

🙌 - With something they admire

🌶️ - Trying a spicy pepper

🫖 - TEA PARTY

🪨 - Rock climbing

🪃 “Wanna know the difference between your honor and my boomerang, Zuko?” “What?” “Your honor will never come back.” “THAT’S NOT FUNNY, SOKKA—“

⛽️ - Getting gas

🧭 - Using a campus

🏕️ - Camping

🌳 - Sitting under a tree

I may reblog and add more later but I hope this helps for now!! Best of luck y’all!! 💖

[peachigummi]

🩰🎧🛹🌌💸🛒🪩‼️🏁🐩🌺

boy: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

where you met: common room party | great hall | forbidden forest | hogsmeade | library | class | detention | corridors | quidditch game | boathouse | train | courtyard

what he first noticed about you: Teddy was watching you dance, completely mesmerized by your dress and your moves. It all flowed quite nicely, but he was jealous at how your arms were around Mattheo's shoulders. His face was buried in your neck. He felt pleased with himself when you pushed him away, only to get even more pissed when you turned around to just do the same with Draco. He put his drink down and made his way over to you.

favorite place to kiss you: top of your head | forehead | cheeks | nose | lips | jaw | neck | hands | shoulders | thighs

nickname for you: princess | angel | darling | mama | kitten | pookie | sunshine | doll | baby/babe

childhood love: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

first kiss: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

bestie: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

enemy: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

secretly loves you: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

drunk make out (obv b4 relationship): Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

duuuuddde you would have all these guys barking LOOOL just straight up toppling over each other trying to get to you. Blaise, who is quite vain, would teach you a thing or two about being unavailable and hard to get.

Theodore still doesn't know how he managed to win you over, he would constantly seek reassurance tbh. but he understands your hesitancy of love, and fear of getting too attached. He knows youre a flirt, so he slowly gets used to it, but he would make it known that you're ultimately his. As you progress into the relationship, you would stop playing with the other guys,

Tom is the only one who wouldn't like your antics because he needs to control, he would need to know you were solely his and no one else. he wanted you to cut everyone off clean, but you hated that.

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WANT TO GET PAIRED? CLICK THIS <3 CLOSED FOR NOW! IM GETTING STARTING TO GET BURNED OUT

[chrisbesitos]

i dont usually do requests but i really want this

Ballerina!reader gets high at a party during the offseason (still not a great idea on the offseason bc it can affect your performance when you go back) without drugdealer!chris knowing, and she ends up coming home to him high asf

⠀⠀⠀⠀ballerina!reader getting high without dealer!chris

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꒰͡⠀🩰 𝅄 💸⠀͡꒱

You're not a big fan of parties, but that doesn't mean that you don't like to hang out with your friends. Well, it's not a real party, you're just drinking at your best friend's house after a hard exam in college. You decided to have fun and relax after this stressful afternoon. You're already a bit drunk, laughing at everything and speaking loudly, you don't do that shit while you sober, because your fucking shyness always hit harder.

Your friend came from her room with a lit joint between her fingers, you usually smoke sometimes at parties, but never when you have to keep your mind focused on ballet, but now you're off-season, so that's okay, right?

She offered you her joint, you grabbed it with your fingers and then Chris' image showed up in your mind. You shouldn't be smoking without him, but it didn't stop you from putting the joint between your lips and inhaling. After this, you didn't stop. You shared the joint with your friend on her couch, slowly your mind getting relaxed and so your body, giggling like crazy because your friend stumbled over the coffee table.

After reaching for your phone in your pocket, you realized it's almost midnight. You asked for your friend to drive you home, better than getting an uber in a drunk and high state. You could call Chris, but you didn't want to disturb him. So, your friend drove you to your home, you thanked him and stumbled until the door.

"Shit." You mumbled, trying to put the key in the lock unsuccessfully. You sigh frustrated and rest your forehead on the wood of the door, you tried again and this time the key entered the lock.

You unlocked the door, after walking in, you tugged your boots out and threw your purse on the sideboard. Your lips leaned into a small grin as you saw Chris' hoodie on the couch, you threw yourself on the couch and grabbed his cloth, bringing to your nose to smell his scent.

"Doll, you're home?" Chris asked, he walked downstairs with his hair wet and a towel around his neck. His naked torso filled with water drops, he was getting out of the shower, you could smell the aroma of soap and perfume. "What are you doin' smelling ma' hoodie like a perv?" He giggled.

"I like your scent." You said smiling. You threw his hoodie aside and lifted your body from the couch, walking in his direction with your arms open, ready for a hug. Chris leaned himself to hold you by the waist, you rested your head on his shoulder as he kissed your jaw. "You're smelling so good, baby. You should've waited for me to have a shower, I wanted to join you."

"How talkative are you tonight, what happened?" Chris said, normally you just climb on him without saying anything when you get home. He carried you to the couch, sitting with you on his lap. "Look at me, doll. I'm talkin' with you." You chuckled as you lifted your head, Chris frowned his eyebrows noticing now your smell and your red eyes. "Have you been smoking, doll?"

"Just a little bit." You showed with your fingers, giggling like he has told the funniest joke ever. "You know, I had an exam today and it was sooo hard, so me and my friends came to lena's house to have fun."

"You mean to get high without me? Damn, you're smelling weed, I don't know how I didn't notice at first." He groaned, he really hates when you get high without him around. "You know this can affect ya' dance, doll."

"I'm off-season, Chris!" You rolled your eyes, Chris gave you a look to not talk with him like this. "I'm okay, don't you see?"

"Why didn't you call me?" He asked, now caressing your waist looking at you with his eyes filled with concern. He's not trying to control you, he just doesn't want you being alone in a high state.

"Because I didn't want to disturb you, duh." You said, embracing his neck with your arms and touching his nose with yours. Chris rolled his eyes, knowing how clingy you are when you're high and drunk, because he can't smell not only the weed in your clothes but the alcohol too. "Baby, I'm starving! Can you order something, pretty please?" You asked looking at him with your doe eyes, flickering your eyelashes at him.

"You're lucky you're too cute to be mad." Chris said, touching your nose. You giggled and gave him a peck on his lips. "Let's go, I'm gonna help ya' in the shower and order something."

tags ; @lizzymacdonald06 @deliciousluminaryanchor @lushjunkie @sweetreliever @watercolorskyy @ivysturnss @brianna-grace12 @blahbel668 @gabri3la-sturns @strnlxlqve @stvrnzcherries @unknvhx @pvssychicken @all4l0vee @i4longhairchris @sluttybitchformattsturniolo

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[aris-ink]

Hi there!!! Can you write obsessive, possessive yandere Namjoon smut? Can be any plot/scenario. You have full creative control, absolutely love your writing and congrats on passing your exam!!🥳🥳🥳

- Shy anon 🩰

tysm 🥺 and I love YOU 💕

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: romance

warnings: jealousy, allusions to stalking, rough sex, choking (with jewelry lmao), spanking, oral sex, mentions of nude photographs, praise + a little degradation, daddy kink, creampie

Namjoon. 

The letters were gold and filled with small diamonds, just like the chain they were attached to. Sometimes, his gifts felt like intimate love notes, ink curving softly on sunlit paper.

Sometimes, they felt like roses. Petals stained red and thorns drawing more red from your fingers. A softness so savage it never failed to remind you that you were his.

"I stayed up the- fuck- the whole n-night, shit, waiting for you to come home, you little brat."

His hips pounded against your ass mercilessly, shoving you harder and harder into his desk, your thighs burning from the wood's rough edges. You could feel his cock stretching you out with every aggressive thrust; long and thick, it always made your mind go numb, nothing but shivers of pleasure flooding through you. But with your air flow being restricted on top of that, you could do nothing but moan, your head filled with cotton.

And he knew.

He tightened his grip on the chain around your neck, like it was nothing more than a leash. The golden letters dug into your skin. There was no way this wouldn't leave marks; and maybe that was exactly what he wanted. Blurry purple and blue galaxies in the shape of his name, right where everyone could see it.

"Nothing to say? Huh?" He breathed into your ear, free hand coming down on your ass with a sharp crack.

You whined, electric currents running through you, wires sparking.

"Aw. Can't speak? Is daddy choking you too hard?"

The mockery in his voice had you gushing, and a deep groan rumbled out of his chest. You were beginning to see stars dancing around your eyes. So good, but so dizzy.

He released the necklace. The sudden flow of air into your lungs made you collapse forward, and you would have hit the desk had he not been there to catch you.

But Namjoon was always there to catch you.

Warm, strong arms wrapped around your waist, bringing you up to his chest.

"That's it, that's my good girl," he whispered, soothing fingertips caressing your stomach, and hard cock still pounding deep into you. "You understand daddy needs to punish you, right?"

Your throat ached, but it hurt so good, your head falling against his shoulder.

"Yeah d-daddy," you moaned hoarsely. "I'm sorry."

Namjoon grunted.

"Good girl. You're only mine, do you understand that?"

The desk was beginning to shake, his cock so wet the sounds of it ramming inside you alone were feeding the fire igniting your bones. You mewled, nodding with the little strength you had in you.

"Yes, yes, only yours, daddy."

Another harsh smack on your ass made you tingle. Namjoon groaned.

"Ah, fuck, good girl. Good girl."

You knew the moment you got a little too lost in having fun at the party that arriving home late will end like this; with you shaking and coming all over his cock, right before he followed and filled you up until you overflowed.

Namjoon was never one to deny you an orgasm, even when he was punishing you. On the contrary; he loved to make you fall to pieces, remind you that you were his and why you were his. He liked to kiss you all over and wash you afterwards, whispering his praises like prayers. Assuring you that you were his good girl, that you took his cock so well, that he was so proud of his baby.

Polaroids.

Ever the hopeless romantic, he always kept a picture of you in his wallet, a pretty smile on your face and your chain on full display. Small boxes hidden away in his closet were filled with more pictures, because Namjoon could never get enough of you. (Some of them taken before you started dating, but you didn't need to know that.) It was so hard to pick a favorite; but if he had to, it would probably be the one where you wore nothing but the chain, the very definition of art. Namjoon never thought of himself as a photographer until he met you.

"Just a little more, baby. Let me see you."

You spread your legs further apart, skin burning hot, heart racing beneath your ribs.

Click.

The camera was set down and he leaned down to capture your lips in the low light of the candles, tongue eager and skilled.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he sighed. "I love you so much."

His hand traveled up to squeeze your breast. You moaned into his mouth, arching your back and reaching for his zipper.

"I love you too."

Namjoon sighed again, contentedly, scattering soft, wet kisses across your neck. Nothing so wrong ever felt so right before.

Because you knew it was wrong. He was too jealous, too obsessive. And yet he was exactly what you needed.

Not a moment passed by where you didn't feel wanted or loved. You never had a shadow of doubt that if you fell, he'd swoop in and save you. And if he couldn't, he'd throw himself into the abyss just to rest with you at the rock bottom and keep you warm.

And he never tolerated your self doubt.

"Are you happy with me?"

You sniffled, nodding your head.

"Then that's all that matters, baby."

He rocked you in his arms, wiping away the tears that fell. It was messed up. You were like a lost, little girl, starved for love and attention, and so tired of life. With Namjoon these burdens disappeared; it was a well known fact that even beasts most feral had mates, and you were his. Fitting into him like a puzzle piece. The balance between heaven and hell, your wings caught on fire from flying too low.

"My pretty, little angel. Fuck."

You moaned around his cock, trying to relax your throat for him. You could taste precum on your tongue, and he groaned as you swallowed.

"Yeah. Good girl. Can I fuck that pretty mouth, baby?"

You answered him with another moan. His grip on your hair tightened, hips rutting forward.

"Shit, I'm so close."

His panting was making your cunt throb. The tip of his cock reached deeper, touching the back of your throat. You breathed through your nose slowly, eyes stinging as you tried not to choke.

"Fucking hell," he grunted. "Daddy's good, little slut."

You clenched, your panties wet and knees sore, Namjoon's thrusts growing sloppier by the second.

"Oh fuck. I'm gonna come."

His breathing grew harsh, raspy moans slipping out of his heavenly mouth. No matter how much you braced yourself for it, the feeling of his cum spurting down your throat had you whining around him. You swallowed it all down, watching him curse, a thrilling shudder running through his body.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth carefully, hissing at the sensitivity.

You took a much needed breath, hands dropping down to your knees. Namjoon leaned down to scoop you into his arms, lifting you off the floor. It never failed to amaze you how strong he was.

"God, you're incredible," he mumbled, carrying you towards the bed. "Your turn, princess."

Insatiable.

That never failed to amaze you, either; or just how much you enjoyed it.

He set you down on the mattress gently, then reached to open the drawer on the nightstand.

"But before that," he murmured, fingers wrapping around your chin, "let me see that pretty face, baby."

He directed the camera straight at your lips, still swollen and wet from sucking him off. He made sure that your chain was also in the frame, his name gleaming around your neck. You relaxed, the sheets pleasantly cool under your body, and his gaze burning hot.

Click.

Another one for his collection.

[frozenhi-chews]

Hoooookay. Since I have SO MANY ASKS in my inbox, I'm gonna answer all of em. Yeah. Because so many overlap I'm just gonna. Do that. Yeehaw. All under the cut cuz THIS IS GONNA BE VERY LONG

Take this, here we go!!

Ask game here

🍧 - If you had to put a label on your relationship with f/o, childhood sweetheart? married? tell me!

Enemies to lovers, and married. These two are freaking dorks who were obvious even before they dated

🔥- who gets jealous easier?

I would say Starlo. But that's only in the insecure "why can't I be like that, of course she likes them" way. He does get over it pretty quickly though.

💋 - if you two were a romance trope what would it be?

Enemies to oblivious gays to lovers to insufferable married couple

🎂 - how do you two celebrate each other's birthday?

Fitting how I'm answering this six days before my birthday! I actually had planned out a scenario where Pancake gets the whole town to throw a surprise party for Starlo. Stars obviously tries to do the same thing, just in a different way. And it works. Hehe.

Also Starlo gives Pancake a LOT of gifts

🧊 - who sings in the shower?

STARLO. Pancake does too, but she's not as LOUD as Starlo. Pancake knows he's taking a shower, not because the water is on, but because she can hear "LIIIIFE IS A HAAAIIIWAAAAYYYY, IM GONNA DRIVE IT ALLLLL NIIIIGHT LOOOONG!!" from halfway across the house

🔮 - who is more protective?

PANCAKE. Starlo is also pretty protective, but HOO MAN that title goes to Pancake. She's half Terrorvant (an alien species I made up), and they're insanely and aggressively protective of their loved ones. It's like a guard dog situation. It's literally etched into her blood to be protective. If someone even tries to hurt or kill Starlo, or any of her other friends, she will make sure that death is a mercy to the perpetrator. You Do Not Make Pancake Mad. Ever.

🩰 - who is the better dancer?

Pancake is better at dancing on her own, Starlo is better at couple dancing. And he loves to dance with her. Heck it's a chance to teach her, and he loves seeing her flustered face

🎈 - what is your most precious memory with them?

Probably playing UTY for the first time and seeing him for the first time in game. Hooo he's awesome.

🐇 - what kind of pet do you think you could raise together with them?

Cat. Horse maybe. But definitely a cat. Pancake finds a black and white spotted cat, Starlo is REFUSING to look after said cat. And later he's seen napping with Moo on his chest!

💍 - what is their view on marriage?

They both wanted to get married. Pancake has had several failed relationships, but still wants a partner. And Starlo wants a family of his own, despite his heartbreak. It's also that his mom REALLY wants him to get married, and thats a bit of pressure on him. Still, he wants that

🎀 -do you have any matching clothes with them? If so, what does it look like?

YES!! The same matching PJ set. Starlo saw Pancake changing PJs cuz she got too hot with him under the covers, and he's a clinger too. So he bought them matching star PJs

🧸 - favourite gifts from each other?

For Pancake, it's the locket Starlo gave her before they started dating. For Starlo, it's any plush she wins him at an arcade or carnival game

🌱 - how do you make up with each other after an argument?

Mostly by talking, or letting each other process it for a bit. They'll eventually talk it out. Sometimes it just takes longer

🩹 - if you or your f/o got hurts, how would the other react?

Refer back to Pancake being PISSED if you hurt Starlo. She will Not Be Happy, and will probably make herself look like the worse person just to get you to back off from hurting Starlo. If Starlo walked up to her injured, instead of her catching someone hurting him, she'll patch him up calmly and then ask for names. He can't tell her cuz their names will be in the newspaper the next day. Somehow

Starlo would also be pissed. Not as much as Pancake, but he will defend her and bite back. Yeah don't make him mad either. He's not too much of a genuine fighter, but he does have training from Pancake

❄️ - how would you spend Christmas with them?

Cozy, warm, with LOTS of gifts, most from Starlo. Probably with his family too. Eventually it'll be cozy and warm back at home, watching the snow fall with gifts around them and a warm fire in the fireplace. Just cozy

🎃 - what is your Halloween costume? Do they match with your f/o?

Irl? It's a TV head cosplay. I feel like he would also wear a TV head to match. And to try something different, other than Westerns

🌠 - if you or your f/o could make one wish come true, what would it be?

For Pancake, it'd be so Starlo can see the actual stars on the surface. And to be with him forever. For Starlo, it's to see his child Clover again

📷 - do you have any photos of your f/o? do you use it as your wallpaper?

I actually have a Starlo wallpaper. Someone got some fanarts and edited them into a wallpaper. And it's been like that for months. And I have over 1400 images of him saved onto my phone-

🫕 - camping together seems fun, who cooks and who set up the tent?

Starlo cooks, Pancake sets up the tent

🍝 - do you two share your foods with each other? have you try feeding them yourself?

Yes, Pancake's made pancakes for Starlo. And yes they occasionally feed each other

🔪 - if they were a yandere, would you still love them?

I don't like yanderes. And being a yandere is completely out of character for him. (I've seen some yan!starlo stuff. It's so freakishly out of character like WHYYYY)

💄- what nicknames or pet names do you two use for each other?

A-HA!! TRAP CARD ACTIVATED!! Though people already know these, teehee.

Starlo's nicknames for Pancake: Honeybee, Wildflower, Moon Pie, Darlin, Sugar Cube, Hon, Stardust

Pancake's nicknames for Starlo: Stars, Starshine, Rattlesnake, Lemon Cookie, sugar bun

💎 - if you and your f/o were in a fake relationship/marriage, who do you think would lose at falling in love first?

Starlo probably. He just that connection alright?

🍿 - your perception of them and their perception of you?

Pancake's perception: he's kind, loving, sweet, has the biggest and kindest heart of gold. He gets excited extremely easy. He has a lot of weight on his shoulders, and I wanna help him take that load off. I want to see him genuinely smile more.

Starlo's perception of Pancake: She's a shortstack with strength that could easily bend and snap him in half, and that makes her all the more terrifying and hot for it. She's a kind soul as well, gentle and tries to be friends with everyone. Is a little headstrong. Gets things done ahead of time when they need to be. Over enthusiastic sometimes, but that's the way he likes her. She's genuinely sweet. And should see herself in a higher light than she does. He sees her in a very high light, probably higher than she ever will. And that makes him sad. But, she's happiest when she's around him, and he loves that

🌹- if the roles were reversed, your f/o selfship themselves with you, would you two still be obsessed with each other as usual or stronger?

Yes. I've felt it. He definitely would be. THE YEARNING MAN. THE YEARNING-

🍒 - what would your contact names be for each other?

Pancake's would be something silly like "beef" (for boyfriend) or "starboy" or "stars <3"

Starlo's would be something like "Light of my life" or a star/cowboy themed thing

🏷 - what is you and your f/o's ship name? how did you decide on that name?

They actually have two!! Rotten Star and Starcake!!

Rotten Star came from their personas' names. Starlo's being North Star and Pancake's being Rotten Jack. It's essentially their rivalry ship name, back when they were enemies. Hue

Starcake is just their names mashed together. Starlo and Pancake. And yet it's so cute and perfect and aesthetically pleasing!! I love it!!

⏳️ - if you or your f/o travel back in time, is there anything that you want to change in your relationship? maybe some regrets for your actions towards the other in the past?

Maybe stopping the rivalry? Dunno.

And thats it! If any of yall read all of this, here's a cookie 🍪 and I love ya /p

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