#Figure 834

[thatsbelievable]

[carabinersims]

Computer Lab Series 1

This set is inspired by: early 80s computers, my dad’s office when he taught electrical engineering, and VHS tape artifacts. Many of the pieces in here are stylized versions of real-life things, which I’ve included more info about under the cut.

This set contains 11 new meshes and features 2 retro computers, a desk chair, a desk, and lots of retro clutter items.

Download link (SFS): Separate packages or ZIP of the whole thing.

Here's some fancy promo GIFs!

Set contents:

Electronics:

Carapro II Portable Computer: Based on the Kaypro II Portable Computer (1982) // 4 swatches (including wood grain/rainbow!), 789 polys

BBC Micro Computer: Based on the BBC Micro Computer (1981) // 4 swatches (including wood grain/rainbow!), 329 polys

Furniture:

Steelcase Desk Chair // 5 swatches, 746 polys - has 1 LOD

Retro Desk // 4 swatches, 264 polys

Clutter/decor:

Floppy Disks // 2 swatches, 734 polys

Stapler // 3 swatches, 152 polys (has 1 LOD)

Caradex V (Rolodex) // 1 swatch, 834 polys (has 1 LOD)

Desk Caddy // 2 swatches, 1580 polys (has 1 LOD)

Computer Manual Posters // 4 swatches, 20 polys (resized EA soccer poster mesh)

Cassette Recorder // 4 swatches (including wood grain/rainbow!), 212 polys

Cassette Tape // 4 swatches, 202 polys

Here's everything you get:

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Credits:

Images for the poster set are taken from the manuals for the Kaypro and BBC Micro; thank you to folks who upload these online!

Fonts used in the textures are Nootrasim, Uni(versity) Llama, and Simlish Crayon.

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Technical notes/known issues:

Sims’ hands slightly clip into the computers with angled keyboards; this is not something I can fix due to how the animations are set up.

The computers don’t have mice (they wouldn’t have had them at the time), so the Sims will move their hands around as if they were using an invisible mouse.

The BBC Micro computer has a medium decor slot on top -- perfect for cute plants, books, clutter, etc. In testing, I noticed that if you place something there that trails down the sides, Sims will not want to use the computer (you have to make them sit in the chair and then interact with it). Most items don’t seem to do this so I’m leaving the slot in - just know if you put trailing stuff on top, this might happen.

The cassette recorder has a decor slot in the perfect place to actually put the cassette tape in it, and I love it! I’d recommend picking the cassette tape you want before putting it in; once it’s in the recorder, I couldn’t figure out an easy way to get it out again. You can always delete the whole thing and re-place a cassette recorder.

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Other notes:

TOU: Don't upload to paid sites or claim you made these. If you do recolor, you can include the mesh if you link back to me.

This is my first larger set and I'm kinda nervous! If you encounter any issues please message me on here and let me know.

I've also created a companion "further reading" post here, which goes into more detail about the research and references I used for these

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[httpisaoki]

gf! karina x workaholic! reader

-> drabble pt. 2 because miss ko na sya (gf! jimin ackk), not proofread!!

wc is 834 words

kinda inspired by die for you bcs i was listening to it while writing this !!

fluff fluff (a bit of crying) fluff (took a break from all the angst hshdufjh)

in all of your years together, jimin never failed to show her how much she cared for you. jimin would be the best gf ever !! and once she realizes how much of an overachiever you are, she makes it her mission to take care of you !!

under all the stress, your emotions often made you overthink, there were times where you needed her reassurance, her words to assure you that she loved you, even her acts made you wonder. but of course, karina being the loving girlfriend she is, never hesitates in showing her love for you.

and when she got a text from you to come over, she dropped everything to just see you (literally). she was too worried for you to care about the questions of her co-workers.

her nerves were wrecking on the way, and once she reached your shared apartment, she ran as fast as she could.

she opened the door to your apartment, seeing you covered up tightly with a blanket on the couch.

as jimin looked at you, she couldn't help but to grin as she made her way over to you. she sighed softly, "I should have told you to get more sleep." a smile making it's face onto her face as she looks at your stirring figure.

"I should have been with you." jimin mumbled, her grip on you tightening as she buried her face onto your chest.

"How long did you study?" she whispered. Her brows furrowed in worry as she looked at the desk where the books where scattered along with the unfinished essay.

"after my shift at the book store." you sleepily answered, trying to fight the sleepiness.

"You've been overworking yourself again." she pouted. "Did you eat dinner?" she asked, trying to shift the focus onto another topic but you could hear the genuine concern in her voice.

you shook your head, "I fell asleep a few minutes after I texted."

jimin let out a soft, frustrated sound. "Why do you have to push yourself so hard?" she murmured, her tone softening into one of concern. "You could've asked me to come over after work, I would've happily cooked you dinner instead of coming over so late."

you sighed, "I knew you were busy in the afternoon, I didn't want to be a bother,"

"You'll never be a bother to me." jimin murmured, her grip tightening as she pressed her face onto you again. "and I missed you." she pouted once more. "I don't care what I need to put on hold to be with you, you're my priority."

"I want to make you meals." jimin whispered, her thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. "I want to hold you when you feel like you're about to break." she leaned closer to you, her breath warm against your neck.

"I want to love you. I want to love you through every happy or hard moment you're experiencing." she breathed.

her hands stopped moving through your hair as her gaze fell with concern. "I can't stand to see you like this." her voice was soft, but you could hear the pain behind her words. "You are so hard on yourself, and it hurts me." she frowned, her eyes glistening as they welled up with tears.

"Please," she begged, her hand going to the back of your head and pressing it against her chest "Let me take your worries away."

jimin felt your head press against her chest as she felt your warmth spread through her.

she let out a content breath as she pulled you closer to her, wanting nothing more than to hold you and to comfort you.

"I just want you to be okay…" her voice was shaky, as her eyes began to well up with tears.

"I don't know what I'll do if anything bad ever happened to you." she sniffled. "You're too precious to me…"

Jimin closed her eyes at the feeling of your head against her chest. She slowly breathed in your scent, taking in the scent of everything that made you, you.

she held you close to her. She didn't like seeing you like this, she didn't like you overworking yourself to the point where you look more lifeless than a walking corpse.

"Let me love you." she whispered, her voice breaking as a tear trickled down her cheeks. "Let me love you… let me take away all the stress."

jimin felt you relax with every passing second, as she ran her hands through your hair. her body was pressed to yours as she felt your warmth and your breath against her body.

"Let me love you…" she murmured, as she leaned forward, her lips pressing against your forehead. Her breath was warm as she kissed your forehead, leaving a soft trail of kisses down to your jaw.

karina never failed to love you, to show how much you mean to her, how you were always her priority, how she would be willing to die for you.

[matchadobo]

hi idk if this is an odd request but could you write a shanks x reader where she uses her safeword bc she’s starting to feel bad and he how he comforts her after <3 tysm 🫶

SHANKS; safeword

wc: 834

warning/s: nsfw 🔞, p0rnp0rnp0rn, fluff in the end, afab reader, wrote this in one sitting whabshabah

you tried clawing at his chest as a sign to tell him to stop, but it seemed as if he took it as a compliment. your cunt felt so numb. you already came and you lost track how many times. shanks loves overstimulating you, that hazy look of lust in your eyes gets him going even more. but you love it too of course, it’s just that, it’s different now. he looks too feral, too hungry, too scary.

“what’s got you so quiet, princess? don’t give up on me now, yeah? you’re taking all of me so well.” he tucked a hair that was starting to stick on your forehead. “already tired, eh?” a smirk made its way to his lips, he loved what he saw. flushed face, parted, drooling lips, and the half-lidded look of sex in your eyes.

the view of him slowly losing himself by the warmth of your folds. it feels so sticky and wet and his cock was throbbing at the clench of your sopping crevice. he loved how red and used your core looked. he’d throw his head back and slick back his sweaty hair, brutally pounding into you. each thrust hitting your cervix that it started choking you.

“t-too much…” you meekly let out, but it was unintelligible to him. he was too lost in the ecstasy of you. your lower half was aching by the minute, like it was going to bleed because of his pace and size.

“s-shanks too much…!” you tried a little louder this time. you couldn’t bellow it out clearly though, your stomach was so heavy. yet he still couldn’t hear it. soon enough, tears formed in your eyes, precariously cascading down your cheeks.

“roses.”

it only took the wetness of your cheeks and the weak sobs of the safeword for the emperor to stop. that flower that filled the fields on where he met you made him remember how delicate you are and how you should be treated. he stiffened up immediately, taking his hand off your throat. his hand immediately clutched your cheek, thumbs wiping off the tears. “oh fuck- baby, sweetheart i’m so sorry.” he pulled you up into his embracd, the look in his eyes much kinder this time. your voice sobering him up instantly. “d-did i squeeze your throat too much? did i bite too hard? t-tell me.”

“are you- where does it hurt?” he pulled away, searching for any noticeable sign of hurt on your body and eyes. he was still in you though, he figured it’d hurt more if he pulled out right away.

“just my cunt that you abused.” you sarcastically remarked, laughing meekly through teary eyes.

“jesus, i’m so sorry. i was- i'm fucking stupid. you just felt so good, and i’m so tired, and i needed you. i’m just- sorry i went too far, darling.” he panicked. suddenly, the big, scary emperor was now pouting before you. “y-yeah, let’s stop here.” he lied you down, slowly pulling out while carefully watching if your face contorted in any pain.

aaand the goofy shanks you fell in love to was now back, not that cunt hungry motherfucker earlier (but that works too, sometimes 😝). he soon ran a cold bath for you, cleaning you up. he distracted you with his funny stories, reveling on how you smile and how your cries fade away.

he’d usually take you out by the deck, let you clung on his arm to help you walk. you two’d settle by the edge of the ship, he’ll grab a pillow for you to sit on while your feet hang loosely above the flowing current, and he’d have a protective arm around your waist. the comforting blues and the salty air would relax the both of you, he’d place his chin on your shoulders and revel in your fragrant body wash and natural scent.

“i’m really sorry, love.” he mumbled, bashfully looking down. “have i really not hurt you?” the look of pure concern in his ruby eyes made you remember why you fell in love with him again.

“just a little but, that’s why we have a safe word, right? i understand, love. don’t worry about it.” you tuck a hair hanging by the side of his face on his ear.

“i-i’ll take you to hongo later.”

you couldn’t help but play it off with a nod as your fingers softly brush by his scarred cheek. during the visit with hongo, shanks had his head hung low with his hand behind him sheepishly when hongo confirmed that you were just overfucked and you were totally fine.

so i got sick again fml buuuut to the person who requested this, i aM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG LMFAO 🥺 like i said, i don't want to release shit half-baked and tonight was the only night i felt the mood with this man 😏 sooo i hope this makes you happy 😩 even tho it's so short!!

[str4wb3rr1e]

Tom Kaulitz x fem!reader

Synopsis: He knew how one night stands worked, he’d had tons, but what was it that made him so god damn attracted to her?

Warnings: meantions of smut, overall fluff.

You woke up covered in your duvets as your phone chimed a couple times making you groan and rub your eyes, sitting up you picked up your phone and tried your best to read whatever message you got.

Unknown number? You opened your inbox and slowly started to read the texts your blurry vision making it harder to focus

“Hey, this is Tom.” Read the first text, Tom? You thought to yourself.

Tom! It clicked in your head, the guitarist you had slept with a few nights ago.

“You forgot your glasses, figured you’d want them back.”

Your glasses? What glasses?

You reached out for your night table, shuffling around the stuff as you noticed something was missing, your glasses.

Your dior glasses.

“Fuck…” you mumbled as you dialed the number in desperation of getting your expensive accessory back.

“Hello?” You called, “Hey, is this (Y/N)?” Said the voice on the other line.

“Yeah, yeah… umm, I kinda forgot my-“, “Glasses? Yeah I know they’re here right now.” Tom finished your sentence for you with a chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah” you chuckled back, “So, if you could just drop it in the lobby of the hotel or you know whatever-“, “Why don’t you come pick it up? Does 8 sound good?” Again Tom cut you off.

You weren’t bothered by it though.

“Yeah, alright, 8 sound fine.” You replied, “Perfect, see you tonight.” He said before hanging up.

You stood there for a second, your brain trying to process what the fuck just happened.

“Just gonna get my glasses back.” You mumbled to yourself trying your best to hide your excitement.

It wasn’t long until the time you’ve been waiting all day had come, at 7:43 you called a cab and drove to the hotel.

Currently it was 8:01, standing at the gates of the hotel under the big gray clouds above you.

“Alright, just go get your glasses back.” You huffed as you stepped inside the gigantic building.

It wasn’t everyday you’ve had to meet up with your one night stands.

“Hi, umm, room 834?” You asked at the receptionist who gave you a dirty look before navigating to the room.

“Thanks, bitch.” You’ve mumbled that last part of course.

The elevator dings as the door opened to your destination, floor 8.

You slowly walked around the hall, your heels clicking with every step you took against the carpet floor.

Room 834… Room 834… And there it was.

Instead of standing awkwardly in front of the door you decided to knock.

A couple of seconds later the boy opened the door from the other side.

“(Y/N), hold on for a moment…” he said before disappearing back into the room.

He came back with your glasses and leaned against the doorway.

“Here,” he handed you your expensive glasses carefully, “Thanks” you smiled as you caressed your glasses.

Even though this was exactly why you got here his looks and the way he gazed into your eyes made it seem like he wanted more than that.

And not going to lie, you also wanted that, that thing that makes your mind go fuzzy and make you forget about all the things you should worry about.

So without further ado you collided your lips together, his hands traveling to your waist squeezing the parts that your jeans highlighted.

You don’t quite remember how you ended up here, laying flat on Tom’s bed as his head on you bare chest, your hand massaging his scalp every now and then.

“You do this with every girl?” You asked breaking the silence,

“Do what?” He turned his head to look at you.

“Call them to your room, have sex, send them away right after?”

He chuckled at your obvious detailed question, “Not like this…” he replied lifting his head from your chest.

“Right, the girls you’ve fucked right in this room would disagree.” You chuckled.

“Yeah but, never called any of them back…” he gazed into your eyes as his index finger brushed across your cheek.

“You’re saying I’m special?” You smiled sheepishly, “You sure do feel special.” He smiled back.

[wonryllis]

I CAN BE WHATEVER YOU WANT ME TO BE ⭑ LHS.

⭑ ᵎᵎ preview. where heeseung finds himself once again locked in your cages when you drunk call him to pick you up at night. where heeseung has no intentions of escaping the said cages, forever remaining under the spell of your love. LIBY?

wordcount `834 ﹙𝒘? + 𝒄𝓪𝐬𝐭﹚toxic situationship with a down down down bad lee heeseung x kinda naive philophobic fem!reader, age gap, suggestive: mild.

she's crazy but i love her.

heeseung's steps are slow and calculated, eyes glued on your figure trying to make your way to his car. stumbling and wobbly in heels you (kind of) seem accustomed to, feet clicking against the pavement in a hasty stride. he's worried. you were out with friends past midnight on a weekday, called him all drunk to pick you up from the bar and now you are barely able to walk straight, ankle on the verge of twisting at any given moment but you wouldn't let him hold you. he's worried sick.

"angel please just hold onto me hm?" he pleads rushing over when you visibly slip on an uneven part, hands almost gripping around your waist as you manage to keep your balance, staggering back into his arms in a couple of steps.

"you! who are you!" your hands push against his chest as you turn around startled. there it goes, again! heeseung sighs knowing what's to come. it's the third time in the last fifteen minutes, going over this exact conversation word to word.

"it's heeseung, your cousin's friend and your friend," he makes sure to emphasize on 'your friend' trying to stop this before it gets further into the loop.

"where's my cousin?" you ask, looking around the rather empty parking lot.

"he working," heeseung's explanation is dry because he knows you'll cut him off before he can say anything more,"and why are you here?" just like that. he remembers the first time this happened, when you were actually sober and met him at your cousin brother: jay's workplace. you showed up out of nowhere, without any notice and jay was going bonkers at how he'll get you back home when he has the most important client waiting for him in the next room. heeseung hadn't thought much when he offered to drop you off, a favor for a friend that was all it was to him.

"because you called me, angel," but god was he wrong, for he swears the moment he laid his eyes on you he was a goner. you were too darn pretty to be just a favor. you were younger, a party girl always running out to frat and sorority gatherings, bars and clubs. often calling jay to pick you up to avoid letting your parents know of your shenanigans.

"why did i call you and not my cousin?" everytime he had wished it was him and not jay, even though ultimately he was the one who went. carrying your cute drunk ass to your mansion and getting you to your room as discreetly as possible. you are a rich girl, two worlds apart and heeseung has felt it in many ways than not.

"because i'm your cousin's friend and you know me well," heeseung never thought he'd ever be more than just your cousin's friend to you. at least he hopes he is more. you have done things with him that you'd definitely not do with just your cousin's friend. a space curtaining acquaintance and lover, he hangs dangerously cold and heedless.

"so where's my cousin?" between days left ghosted and nights you throw your arms around him he stands unsure of his place in your life. at times he feels you know he's the one who could treat you better than any of the guys you cry for. yet there are moments when there's this sturdy wall you build, holding him away for the sake of not losing him like others. afraid of love is what you refuse you are but heeseung knows your conceptions of it are a little too twisted, broken he dare say. and his love for you is so far and conflicted to the things you have experienced, he understands the lengths and the time it will take for you to recognize and accept him.

"you know what, i'm getting you in the car myself," in an instance his hands grip at the back of knees and the curve of your waist, hauling you up in his arms. he walks quick to his car parked at the far end, smiling through the constant pouty mumbles of yours. eyeing you every two seconds, not being able to resist that pretty face of yours.

it is absolutely not in him to ever resist that pretty face of yours, your pretty eyes and your pretty lips as they graze against his own in gentle brushes. arms looped around his neck and thighs resting on the soft matress of your bed, albeit on each side of his own, yet again. sitting on his lap, so close, bodies pressed. "heeseungie, please stay," your voice a sultry whisper of a whine, a naive vixen, if that's even a thing.

lee heeseung knows he will never have the power to refuse you, he will be whatever you want him to be for how ever long you will want him to be.

you make him crazy and he loves you for that.

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[akutasoda]

can you do a dazai, atsushi, chuuya x reader who is similiar to homura akemi from madoka magica? like, how the reader knew them and their past in previous timelines and has been trying to save them from dying multiple times?

to the ends of time

synopsis - you've tried so hard to keep them with you, maybe this time it works in your favour

includes - atsushi, dazai, chuuya

warnings - gn!reader, angst with comfort, fluff?, mention of death and injury, dazai things, wc - 834

a/n: i actually read this after re-watching madoka magica haha

they were your best friend. practically inseperable and people often joked that you two came as a package, one never straying too far from the other. and it was true. but it was almost comical how fate would rip apart the bond between two people.

the only thing that ever came in between the two of you was their death. it ripped them straight from your arms literally or figuratively. it stripped you of your relationship and left you feeling down constantly, feeling as though you never could see them again. but you were still in denial.

the denial led you to believe they were still out there somewhere waiting for you. and that denial led you to the book. it was your escape, your way into gaining back what you had lost and you'd be dammed if you didn't try and start again.

and therefore you spent ages travelling timelines. each and every time something went wrong, they were ripped from your life again and again. feeling more painful each time until you started giving up. you started feeling as thoigh nothing could be done to change the fate that you feared.

your resolve was tested but as you entered yet again another timeline something felt different. you had lost track of which ones you had travelled and therefore didn't know the one you were in but it felt right in some way. and you were right.

atsushi nakajima ★↷

you had yet again found atsushi working for the agency. however this time you wanted to stay distant as you feared another failure. even if you were absolutely determined to give this one last shot you didn't want it going south.

and soon the very familiar scene replayed in front of you and from time and time again you knew what didn't work. you knew what wouldn't stop atsushi from dying in this mission and yet you were so desperately trying to find what prevented that.

so you gave it one last effort, trying a brand new approach and hoping for the best. and to your absolute surprise it worked. you had saved him in this timeline, you could finally be back with atsushi.

you finally let yourself get close to him again and eventually when he asked why you were always so protective you explained. not the book, just you trying over and over to finally be with him again. and he felt pity, he was grateful you saved him but pity that he had caused you so much struggling. but that didn't seem to matter anymore to you as right here and now you could hug atsushi and know that no time soon wouldhe be ripped away from you.

osamu dazai ★↷

you knew dazai. better than anyone else even though sometimes it did feel like you barely knew him. but you did know him well enough to know how he thought when it came to certain topics. one of which concerned you deeply and when your fears were proved right you never felt so hurt.

and that was why you tried again and again to convince him not to. most thought he was joking but you knew deep down that without intervention he truly would. so you were determined to stop him, stop him from the fate he thought he was worthy off because he deserved better.

and that was a reason you didn't give up, you wanted to save him so much. and now here he was, safely in your arms after you convinced him not to end it. tears flowed from both parties and in that moment you were glad you didn't give up and he was glad you had rescued him.

he knew from the start that you were trying again and agian to save him, so maybe that's why he felt more and more compelled to save himself. to listen to you. as this way he could be with someone he loves and not cause you any suffering or grief. afterall he wants to go without being a burden on anyone.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

you realised saving chuuya was very much a right person, right time kind of thing. what made it that much more painful originally was knowing there was nothing you could do. you hated corruption. you always discouraged him using it unless absolutely necessary as only one person could truly stop it.

so you had tried over and over to gett dazai there in time and you slowly started giving up as you really couldn't bare seeing chuuya struggle until his final moments. but somehow, you managed it. perhaps some small details had changed but it enabled dazai to get there in time.

and dazai knew, of course he did, but you were thankful he left as soon as he arrived. he left you with chuuya as you held his exhausted form as you cried. you had finally managed to save him. you could finally be here with him.

[justzluv]

Teachers favourite pt.1

Pairing: Mr.Miller (Millers Girl) X f!reader

Tags: NSFW(in the later chapter), Age Gap(reader is 18 Mr.Miller about 50), porn with plot(more tags will be added a soon as the chapter contains smut

word count: 834 ( short ikkkk)

It is early in the morning, one can hear the rain dripping from the windows in the classroom. Sitting there with my legs crossed, reading, I hear the classroom door open quietly. A man walks in, the wooden flooring creaks under his slow, but heavy steps. He arrives at his desk and turns around to face me, "Who are you?" he asks me with a stern look on his face as he leans onto his desk. I give him a soft smile and answer him "I'm Y/N", his eyes wander over my face as I answer him.

"I´m Mr.Miller" he pauses for a second looking directly into my eyes and moving closer to my desk. "Are you new in town?", "No, just wanted to take a course this year that is demanding", I can see a faint smile on his face as I answer him. "well I'm glad to have you here but I'm sorry to tell you are a bit early", "oh I don't mind, I knew about that ,he chuckles to himself that moment the school bell rings and the doors swing open Ii turn around to see other students rushing into the classroom.

After the lessons ended he calls me to his desk, "Here's the book list for this year's curriculum " he hands me a piece of paper and I let out a small laugh, "what is it?" he asked me with a confused smile on his face. "I've already read the whole list", "All 20 of them?", "i don't sleep" I answer him with a smile. "your impressive" he answers me, " i except a lot of great things from you" he smirks, "sure do" i answer him with a smile and walk out of the classroom.

As the weeks pass by, Mr.Miller and I grow a lot closer, from the little smiles and looks he gives me during class, to the cigarettes we share during the lunch break. Every time I see his face, his figure leaning against a wall or I catch him stealing looks at me it feels like the room is spinning like someone is hitting me into my stomach with full force, my knees start to feel wobbly and I need to catch my breath. Does he feel the same?

During one of our annual shared cigarette breaks on the bench behind the football field, he suddenly speaks up, "About that midterm paper" "What about it" I answer him as I turn my head to fully look at him. "How about I give you the assignment early?" he says while grinning at me through his sunglasses, "Are you giving me special treatment?", he nods and takes a drag from his cigarette as he gives me a look that has something seductive about it, "Thank you Mr.Miller" his name rolls over my tongue, and for a couple of seconds we just look into each other's eyes. "so what's the assignment," I ask after a few moments of silence, he looks startled like he was just woken up out of a trance, "yeah sure of course, you're supposed to write a short story in the style of your favorite author".

I see Mr.Miller less and less in the last two weeks before the winter break, we don't share cigarettes anymore during the lunch break and we also don't talk before and after my lessons with him, I'm so caught up with the assignment. I miss him, i miss the way the smoke would escape his lips, the way he would place his hands on my shoulder and the way he would say my name.

I turned in the midterm paper during winter break via mail, no response. As soon as I step foot into school the first day after winter break he calls me into his classroom, he seems angered. "what is it, Mr.Miller?" I ask him with an innocent look, "What the fuck did you write there ?" he points to my assignment on his desk as he takes a few steps closer to me, "I did what you asked of me" I answer as I walk towards him, I've never heard him swear before. "your assignment was not to write porn" I can see his cheeks flush as he says that, I step closer to him so that now our faces are only inches apart. "look you're a talented young girl, but I did not expect this when you said your favorite author is Henry Miller, this is unacceptable" he gives me that stern look again he gave me at the beginning of the school year, but now that look has a tad of lust in it, a touch excitement and fascination. "You have to rewrite this," he tells me "Or what?" I answer him with a dumbfounded look on my face, I notice his eyes switching between my lips and my eyes, while it seems like his body is pulling towards me he raises his hand to hold the side of my head.

[bucky-barnes-lover]

Kinktober day 13: Multiple kinks, listed in warnings

Fic: Chris Evans

Warnings ⚠️: SMUT!! 18+, Slight Size Kink if u squint, Slight lingerie kink, NOT PROOF READ!! NOT EDITED!! Sorry if it's really bad, I wrote this at 2am cause I couldn't sleep

W.C: 834

It was a gloomy, rainy evening. The only thing I was looking forward to tonight was seeing my husband. Obviously, as an actor he gets called in at random times during the week, but we were both a bit upset when he got called in this morning. Chris had planned to take me out for dinner tonight as it was our anniversary.

Then my phone started ringing and my ringtone went off as 'Mine' by Taylor Swift. I smiled a little as I realised who had called me. I thought it was quite cute, setting my ringtone as that very song, as it was the only one I knew that described mine and Chris' relationship almost perfectly. I picked up the phone and was greeted by a deep bostonian accent. "Hey babe. How are you?"

"Hi Chrissy" I replied "I'm good, how's work?"

"I was just calling cause, my set just finished and they promised not to call me in until next wednesday. So are we still cool for dinner?" Chris questioned as I fiddled with my nails nervously.

"Yeah totally. What time will you be home?" I asked as I walked over to the calendar to check our reservation time.

"Definitely not before 6. I'll be stuck in traffic for a while." "Shit, What time is our reservation?" He asked suddenly.

"It's at 5:30 so we'll have to cancel." I declared, feeling guilty. "Could you call them up please."

"Yep, I'll do it right after this call." I answered, "Thanks baby. I'll see you soon, love you." Said Chris,

"Love you too, be safe on the road."

I replied before I hung up.

After calling up the restaurant to cancel our reservation, I figured Chris would be home soon. So I put on his favourite one of my lingerie, and set the bedding so it would be ready by the time he arrived home.

About an hour later, I heard the front door open, and in walked my husband. I frowned as I realised just how tall Chris' 6ft frame was compared to to my tiny 5.2 feet.

"Hi love!" I exclaimed as I walked up to kiss him. I heard a gasp exit his mouth as he turned around to see me in such intimate clothing. "Hi baby" "You look amazing!" He marveled as he returned my kiss. "Thanks, I was thinking. Since we couldn't go out for dinner, we could maybe celebrate at home. In bed. No clothes." I asked nervously. Earning a little laugh from Chris, and replying with "Sure, Why not. We haven't had time to 'hang out' in a while"

With that confirmation of yes, I ran upstairs to our bedroom, hearing Chris' footsteps following shortly behind. Once again the realisation hit, Chris was huge compared to me. However, I kinda liked the size difference. It was basically a turn on for me. I climbed onto the bed as he entered the bedroom, shirt already discarded. His tattoo's making me go feral, I pulled him onto the bed, having Chris towering over me.

"I love this lingerie, you look so sexy in it." Stated Chris as he started pressing soft kisses on my neck,

"I know Baby, that's why I wore it. But I'd love it better if you would take it off me" I smirked. Feeling Chris pause, I tugged at his belt, urging him to continue. With a small laugh, He continued kissing me while removing his belt and pants. "May I?" He asked as he started playing with my shoulder straps. With a nod of consent, he started undoing the straps, finally discarding the piece of clothing.

My soft, eager moans filled the room as Chris started kissing his way down to my breasts. Finally taking one of my nipples in his mouth. "Fuck" I moaned over and over again as he rolled his tongue around the sensitive areas.

"Feel good baby?" He questioned as he moved down, to align his cock to my entrance. I could only moan in response, feeling too overwhelmed to put together a sentence.

"Ready" Chris asked as he inserted his tip, through my folds. "Go for it baby" I replied, sounding way too desperate.

Chris' huge figure towered over me as he thrusted into me. I couldn't keep myself from crying out his name in pleasure. He went faster and faster, bringing his thumb to start rubbing my clit. An electric feeling ran through my body as I felt myself coming closer to my orgasmn. Chris' fingers working wonders. His thrusts became slower and lazy, "Come on baby, when you're ready, Cum for me" He whispered in my ear as he continued moving his hips. "Fuck! Chris!" I moaned as I came undone under his work. Him following seconds later, squirting hot cum inside me.

Not long after our 'hang out' time, Chris brought dinner to our bedroom. We ended up ordering take out, since we knew we would get to doing more 'hanging out' later tonight.

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This was supposed to be a Drabble but I got carried away lol

[lechemoon]

the one where you think spencer reid is going to kiss you

spencer reid x gn reader

wc: 834 (drabble)

mentions of: magic tricks, allusions to alcohol, misunderstandings, use of open-endings

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every night the team has together is the same when there isn’t a case taking up all their time.

derek’s getting his game on with the ladies, hotch and gideon are chatting it up, penelope’s trying her best to win at a game of darts while shamelessly flirting, and emily and jj are busting a move on the dancefloor.

you’ve been hopping between penelope’s game and emily and jj’s very non-sober dance moves. occasionally, you make your way to whichever table spencer has occupied to glance at whatever magic trick he was doing.

“i-i…. i want to.”

scratch that- every night was the same. tonight is the exception to that.

“reid, it’s okay. you don’t have to say that to make me feel better.” you practically hear yourself sounding pathetic, as if you were a bystander hearing someone else get rejected. the knowledge that spencer can hear your tone of voice change from playful to whatever this was makes you bite your lip in embarrassment.

“i knew it was a card trick,” you say to him, tucking the hair behind your ear (the same ear you felt his fingers touch just seconds ago before hearing a flick of an ace of spades card) and scooching a few inches at a time away from him. “i just… you were so close so i-,” your eyes start to wander, nerves getting the best of you. 

you want to look anywhere but at him. at his confused features, at the hand laying atop the card to keep it in place, at eyes behind frames because they’re absolutely big, and round, and sparkling, and-

wait, no. those are the glasses making them twinkle.

right?

“that was just so wildly inappropriate, i apologize.” you run both your hands through your hair, catching a few tangled knots along the way. you take a glance at him again, daring yourself to at least try to keep eye contact for more than 3 seconds. “and i know you don’t-“

“hey, hey, hey,” he cuts in.

and spencer, who had told everyone on multiple occasions that he prefers not to touch, places his hand at the crook of your arm gingerly.

“did you hear me the first time?” he asks lightheartedly, the sound of amusement dancing in his words. 

the 3 seconds of eye contact you managed to brave out is enough for you to see his smile reach his eyes. “i said i-.”

his halted sentence makes you look at him again, this time holding your stare pointed at him. you will yourself to not break it, and you wait in anticipation for him to finish.

the confidence he had goes away as quickly as it came. he looks away this time, eyes on the floor trying to figure out exactly what it is he needs to say to you to explain what he needs to tell you. and it makes you feel a little bit relaxed that you aren’t the only one struggling to have a conversation right now. 

you think he feels the tightness in your body go away, and he gives you a reassuring squeeze. you don’t know if the squeeze is for your vote of confidence or for his own, but it feels nice anyway. the closed-mouth smile come back, and it brings out the apples of his cheeks.

he starts from the beginning again, clearing his throat and swallowing. his adams apple bobs. “i said i… want to.” his hand is still wrapped around your arm, and you feel his index finger tapping. you can read it in his feature that he’s debating on whether or not to say something else. 

“kiss you, i mean. i do want to kiss you.” when you don’t respond negatively, his demeanor changes again. the flip flop of confidence to none and back to confidence he’s showing is endearing to you. 

he slides into the middle of your shared booth to get closer to you, confidence surely back. you don’t move from your seat, welcoming his advances in. 

you’re trying your best to not look too excited at spencer being so forward. you have to bite your bottom lip again to keep your grin from growing. “you do?”

spencer nods. “i do.”

he releases the soft hold he had on your arm so that he can slide the ace of spades somewhere in the middle of the deck randomly. or, what you think is randomly.

you’re not too good at figuring out magic tricks. 

“but first,” he licks his lips as he starts shuffling the cards this way and that, “how about another magic trick? i guess your card right, you kiss me. i guess your card wrong, then i’ll kiss you?” he takes a glance at you, and you can only assume that he’s probably hoping that his attempts at flirting aren’t too bad or too dorky.

and you think it’s the cutest thing he’s done.

you lean into the table, ready to be dazzled. “so i win either way?”

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a/n: thank you for reading :) i hope you all are having a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night. was thinking of s2 when i wrote this!

[zenshyu]

☆ ͡ ݂  taehyun x m!reader for the world: with kang taehyun (강태현)

834 words | 001: taehyun had been your best friend for years, he never once left your side or left you alone in a time of need, but one day; he started acting strangely. he wouldn't answer calls or texts, you were basically certain he'd fallen off the face of the universe, so you go to confront him. horribly written confessions follow. | 002: sorry i was going to write this earlier but i had a seizure and couldn't write :sob: an argument is mentioned, a bit of self depreciation on taehyuns part, also taehyun might be a bit ooc! reader uses he him pronouns as usual, also, my writing requests are open, so feel free to send in an ask if you have anything you want (: as always, apologies for any grammar or writing mistakes! i hope you like this story <3

it started with little things, like taehyun mysteriously wandering past a book store, which also conveniently had a book y/n had mentioned he wanted but couldn't afford; and then said book ending up in y/ns hands the next day. "oh, i just saw it as i was walking past, i had some extra money." taehyun had lied. writing little notes for y/n, so that he'd remember important things. if y/n asked taehyun about it, he'd say that someone else must've written them. taehyun always made sure to say good morning to y/n, every single day, using the excuse of wanting to make sure y/n woke up at a normal and healthy time each day. it meant a lot more to taehyun, than just that.

so when taehyun's good morning messages and the notes stopped, it didn't take a genius to figure out something was wrong. y/n stood on the wooden planks of taehyun's front porch, hand pressed into a gentle fist just an inch away from the pine-wood door. he sucked in a deep breath before his skin met the door, knocking 4 times before dropping his arm down to his sides. a faint rustling could be heard inside, y/n knew taehyun was home, but nobody came to answer the door. clearing his throat, y/n decided to knock again, more firmly this time. he wasn't going to leave until he saw the face of the man he called his best friend. "kang taehyun!" y/n called out as he knocked, before the sound of footsteps hitting the floor on the other side of the door followed. his eyes followed the noise as taehyun unlocked the door and it opened. "taehyun, why have you—" "i'm sorry." taehyun's voice came out in a whisper, eyes directed at the ground, towards y/ns shoes rather than his eyes. his arms sat limp against his sides while y/ns went up and crossed against his chest. a look of anger and frustration mixed with hurt and concern laced y/ns features as he looked into taehyun's eyes the best he could with the other man actively avoiding his gaze.

it was odd. seeing taehyun like this, usually he was strong and brave, now he was afraid and you could basically see the fear dripping from his skin. anxiety kissed up the back of his neck like an abusive lover, as the air surrounding them turned uncomfortable and filled with disquietude. now the pair sat across the couch from each other, after a few minutes of stubborn arguing, y/n had made taehyun let him inside to talk.

"what happened, taehyun?" his voice quivered, shaking as he finally met the gaze of the black-haired man who sat beside him. "i don't get it, did i annoy you? you can't just randomly start ignoring me." y/ns hand went up to wipe away the slither of a tear that had accidentally seeped through his angry demeanour. "i just don't get it, no calls, no texts, no nothing." taehyun's mouth opened to speak, and a nervous breath followed. "i don't know." he whispered, looking down at his hands. "i couldn't deal with it anymore." "what?" y/n responded. "what are you talking about?" "i really, really, like you." he breathed out, voice shaky. "i do, but i don't want you to like me back." y/ns brows furrowed as he listened to taehyun's words. "you should have someone better." y/n stared at taehyun with a confused expression, the air surrounding them grew quiet, as they both processed what was going on. y/n didn’t understand, taehyun stopped talking to him because he liked him? “i think you should leave, y/n. i’m sorry.” their gaze met once more. “no, taehyun. i’m not going anywhere.” y/n exclaimed, voice gentle yet loud as he tried to make the other understand. “i like you too, taehyun.” those 4 words made taehyuns eyes widen, he had to fight back the urge to smile at the boy, he’d been wanting to hear those words for so long. “but-”

“no, taehyun. no ‘but’s, i like you too. i really do, you shouldn’t have shut me out. you should’ve spoken to me about this.” y/n spoke firmly. “really?” taehyun whispered, his voice were quiet, as if he didn’t want anyone to hear, as if he couldn’t believe it. “really.” a deep breath could be heard echoing throughout the small space between them, before y/n nervously leaned in and pressed a kiss to taehyun's soft, yet firm, lips. it was quick, and messy; neither of them were by any means a good or experienced kisser, yet taehyun's heart fluttered in his chest as his mouth lay slightly agape. taehyun leant in once more, pressing another, more stable kiss to the other's lips this time. as the pair pulled away from one another, they couldn't help the smiles that erupted on their features. it was hard to believe they were arguing just moments before, but it was as if everything had been forgiven.

"will you be my boyfriend, kang taehyun?"

[altheasmeadow]

All Along

word count: 834

Pairing: Park seonghwa x fem reader

Summary: In which she knew all along that they were soulmates and used it to help him have a better life anonymously, of course

The two had met long ago, when soulmates were announced they were both ecstatic, being hopeless romantics. However things changed of course, as life usually does, when their soul bonds were revealed, she realized they were soulmates. How could she possibly know that when many people probably share the same bond? Well she had a disastrous day and Seonghwa came over beaming ear to ear as he said he was going to begin training to become an idol, he had been scouted and was ecstatic, the same occurrence happened 3 times beore she came to terms with the fact that he was in fact her soulmate. Dating an idol would however be the worst challenge ever, and she didn’t know if she could deal with the bad side of things while he had amazing days in turn, it wouldn’t be happy.

On the otherside, Seonghwa was completely oblivious, working towards his debut tirelessly, not even noticing the amount of bad days his bestfriend had seemingly been having consistently. It wasn’t until luck had seemingly taken a turn that he noticed something, while his stress overtook him and he began feeling under the weather, his bestfriend seemed to be glowing, except she still held a sad smile on her face as she took care of his sniffling figure.

“Why do you seem sad?” He wondered, not understanding her sorrow, though he felt a twinge of sadness everytime she was sick it wasn’t enough to be visible on his face.

“I just feel bad for you.” She covered, moving to give him another spoonful of the soup Wooyoung made. They both sat in silence after that as she nursed him back to health, the only sound being Seonghwa’s slightly ragged breathing. 

Their blissful silence was broken when a phone rang, her phone. She reached over his body to grab it, checking the caller ID with weary eyes, “Who is it?” Seonghwa wondered, not having seen that expression on her face before.

“Hello?” She spoke professionally as she answered the call, ignoring the prying eyes of her soulmate.

“Ah baby I’ve missed you!” the slurred words of her ex echoed through her ear from the phone speaker making her clench her eyes shut and pinch her nose in frustration.

“Who is this?” She asked, covering her annoyance with a curious facade.

“Oh come on babe, don’tbe like that, It’s me! Look I know we ended on the wrong foot but I’m better now!”

“Hm I’m sorry I don’t know who this is, I think you have the wrong number.” She said, hanging the phone up, but that isn’t what caught Seonghwa’s attention, what caught his attention was that the luck of her escaping the call had caused him to feel a little worse. His eyes went wide as he took in the thoughts processing in his brain, No way!

It wasn’t until a week later when they were going to a private cafe and she tripped hurting her foot, at the same moment he saw money on the floor, that things started clearing up in his foggy head. 

“It’s you isn’t it?” He gasped as he took in the panic on her face, “Wait why are you panicking this is great!” 

“It’s really not.” She frowned a bit as she mumbled out the words, pulling her coat tighter, suddenly the realization set in, she knew.

 “…How long have you known?” He gasped, holding onto her shoulders in an attempt to make her look him in the eyes.

 “Since we got our bonds.” She quietly said, hunching her shoulders to try and loosen his grip on her.

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me?” He exclaimed, upset that he had missed out on the opportunity to bond fully with his soulmate.

“Because you wanted to be an idol. Do you know how difficult it is to date idols? Fans will tear me apart trying to get to you, So I stayed silent. My coworkers helped place inconveniences for me so I would have bad days so you would have good days.” She explained, looking at her shoes.

“I had a right to know!” 

“I know! But you would have exhausted yourself trying to find solutions and quite honestly I really didn’t want the guilt of having a good day if you had a bad one.”

“You stupid girl!” He chuckled, the demeaning words seemingly full of fondness rather than actual malice, “Once we’re bonded it’ll go away, the only reason why it happens is to lead us to each other somehow!” 

“Wait what?”

“Haven’t you seen the specialist since they told you what your bond was? You’re supposed to meet with them often to make sure the bond is still there.” He scolded earning a sheepish look from the female.

“I guess we have a lot of time to make up for.” She awkwardly shrugged, making her soulmate chuckle as he clutched her in his arms for an embrace. 

“Yea, first we’re going to see the specialist to make sure our bond is strong, then you’re all mine.”

[magma-frog0]

Perv! Sodapop x Fem! Reader

TW- NSFW! Smut, Minors DNI, Pervert behavior, CNC, overstimulation. (This is my first smut fic so give me suggestions. This will also be in 2nd person.)

Word Count-834 words.

Sodapop can't help but love your body. He just can't resist you; he can't help but want to touch you. Whenever you show off your new skirts, jeans, shirts, or anything that shows off your body. He can't help but to want to do things to you. Your image is burned into his mind, and he gets off just thinking about your body. He's obsessed with you.

So, when you came to his house with a new shirt on that fit your figure perfectly. He was already hard; he could already feel himself getting excited when he saw you. "Hey babe! What are you doing here?" He asked opening the door to let you in.

"I just wanted to know if you were home. Are you busy? I just wanted to see if I could hang out for a bit," you say walking into the house. Noticing that no one was home. "Where is everyone Soda?" You asked sitting down on the couch.

"Everyone left to go to the movies with Ponyboy. I just got home from work, you can stay here with me," he explained, sitting down next to you. You could feel his eyes on you, especially near your chest. You had known that he'd like the new shirt you got but you didn't know he'd act like this. He has always been a bit pervy towards you when you wore certain clothes that showed off your body. You honestly started to wear certain clothes around him that would get his reaction.

"Oh okay! I want to stay with you!" You exclaimed. You got closer to him and put your head on your boyfriend's shoulder. Your actions brought a smile to his face. His hand met your thigh and started rubbing it. You didn't say a word just let him touch you. He took this as a sign that you liked it and wanted more.

He started to rub circles on your inner thigh. You were extremely sensitive, and you couldn't help but let out a small moan. "God damnit Y/N," Soda groaned, standing up in front of you.

"What?" You asked. He grabbed your face and kissed you. He kneeled down in front of you.

"You know exactly what. You come over when nobody is here. You're wearing the clothes you know I like. Don't even get me started on the fact that you've been teasing me since you got here," he said getting closer to your neck. He started to kiss your neck; you could feel his cock on your inner thigh. You moaned loud; you couldn't help it with the friction coming from him.

"I haven't been teasing you," you let out a breathy moan trying to speak to him. He pushed you down on the couch and got on top of you. He put his knee in between your legs you and kept kissing your neck. "Shit- Soda," you moaned to him. He sat up and took off his shirt, revealing his slightly toned body. He put his hands under your shirt and took it off.

"Sit up and take off your bra," he demanded. You listened and took it off. He started leaving hickeys on your chest down to your stomach. "Shit baby you're so pretty," he groaned. His lips still against your skin. His hands started to tug down your pants down to your ankles. He started to rub your clit through your underwear. "Shit babe, you're really wet," he groaned. He put his head between your thighs pushing your underwear aside and started sucking your clit.

He rolls his tongue around your clit; you buck your hips to gain more friction from his tongue. "Oh-Fuck, Soda I can't-" you whimpered to him. You can feel him smirk on your clit, still licking he pushes his finger into you. "Shit, Soda. I'm so close," you moan to him. Your legs starting to shake.

"Fuck, I know darling. I can feel you tightening around me," he groaned still overstimulating your clit. His finger grinding on your G-spot.

"Soda! I can't take it!" You moaned loudly. Feeling the orgasm flood over you, you could feel Sodapop licking up the arousal. Making sure there wasn't a drop left.

"You did so good baby," he whispered in your ear. Putting his tee shirt back on. He picked you up and put you on the bathroom sink. Starting you a nice hot bath. Once he got it at the right temperature, he put you in. Leaving you to soak and clean yourself. He came back with new clothes for you to wear. He helped you out and helped you put on a fresh new tee shirt and his boxers.

Once you finished getting dressed you laid in his bed and got comfortable. "Thank you, Soda," you whispered to him. His head was on your chest, fast asleep. Your fingers running through his hair. Making you tired from all the excitement, to relaxing with your boyfriend in bed. You fell asleep.

[chvoswxtch]

you gonna let me be good to you? (karen's version)

pairing: karen page x fem!reader

summary: karen shows you all the benefits that come with owning lingerie.

word count: 834

a/n: this was originally in you gonna let me be good to you, but i scrapped it bc i didn't think it fit. but based on this ask, and the fact that it's pride month, i decided to gift y'all with this b-roll footage. enjoy. ;) as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated.

Karen’s bright blue eyes phased into incredulous full moons as your alcohol infused confession slipped past your lips.

“What do you mean you’ve never worn lingerie?”

An entertained snort escaped you as you gaped back at her, gesturing towards yourself unsteadily as your drink sloshed around in your glass.

“Who would I be wearing it for? You know I’ve only had like…a few boyfriends.”

Her taupe brows knit together in disapproval as she waved her hands in front of her clumsily in a dismissive manner.

“Fuck them, you wear it for you. To make you feel sexy. They should be so goddamn lucky to even get a glimpse of you in it.”

Karen’s firm words had you erupting into a fit of tipsy giggles. She was treating your lack of lingerie experience like an expose she needed to cover and get to the bottom of. 

“Uh uh. Nope. We are fixing this tonight.”

Somehow the two of you managed to make it back to her apartment, and after a little more convincing, and a few more drinks, you were in her bathroom changing into a lacy little red number. Despite your protests about you not being the same size, Karen shoved you into her bathroom with the little garment and shut the door before you could say another word.

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you felt a rush of heat flame your cheeks. It could be the alcohol simmering in your bloodstream, or it could be the reflection in front of you. Despite the piece being extremely tight, it covered all the bits it needed to, leaving very little to the imagination. It almost didn’t matter that your boobs were spilling out of the little cups and that your ass was completely on display, a mere thin thread of crimson dental floss seemingly placed between your cheeks, because Karen was right.

You felt hot. 

An excited giggle left you as you stared at the siren smirking back at you in the mirror. Your self confidence had never been this high. Was it because you were drunk? Probably. Did you care? Not at all.

Opening the bathroom door, you sauntered out into Karen’s bedroom, staring over at her with a huge grin on your lips. Her jaw became unhinged as she stared at you, utterly gobsmacked by your appearance. Letting out a loud whistle, her tongue slowly swept along her bottom lip before she sank her top teeth into the pink flesh.

“Goddamn. You should definitely wear lingerie to work.”

“Karen! I can’t do that!”

In your hazy state, you almost missed the pure hunger darkening Karen’s sky blue eyes into sharp sapphires. She beckoned you over in a sultry manner with her finger, and you obeyed her silent gesture commanding a slow twirl, stopping to stand right in front of her with a proud smile. 

But once your eyes met hers again, your breath caught in your throat. In the decadent glow of the moonlight, you caught the lustful midnight mist that pooled around her dilated pupils. Something was drawing you into her like the magnetic pull of gravity, and you could tell by the look in her eyes that you both felt it. When her hands delicately reached out to gently grab onto your hips, you allowed her to guide you onto her lap. You didn’t know if it was the various glasses of liquid courage you had consumed, the surge of confidence of having the cherry lace painted onto your figure, or the seductive smirk on Karen’s pink lips coupled with the ravenous expression in her eyes, but when she leaned in, you didn’t hesitate to meet her halfway.

Karen was surprisingly tender for someone so tenacious in every other aspect of her life, but when she felt the way you reciprocated the movement of her lips, her kisses became more fervent and hungry, like she had just realized how much she had been starving. Once that guise of trepidation diminished and she could feel through the thin ruby fabric that you were enjoying the taste of her just as much, she kissed you like she wanted to devour you completely. 

One of her hands tangled in your hair as the other pushed against your lower back, encouraging you to rock your hips a little more. You don’t even know when you had started doing that, but once you were aware of your own actions, it felt too good to stop and you wanted more. An involuntary moan sounded from deep within your chest when her warm tongue slipped past your lips to caress your own, and that seemed to send Karen into a frenzy.

Karen spent the entire night solidifying your decision to purchase your own set of lingerie, and when you woke up the next morning, you saw she had gone ahead and picked out a set for you. She even got herself the same one in a different color.

You couldn’t wait to compare when they came in.

tags: @natromanxv @nolita-fairytale @feelmyskinonyourskin

[mileapo]

Apo Nattawin and Mile Phakphum generated a combined media value of 628 million baht at the latest Paris Fashion Week, trailing Kylie Jenner and Zendaya.

Still making waves at Paris Fashion Week for two actors. Apo-Nattawin Wattanagitiphat and Mile Phakphum Romsaithong from Be On Cloud, the latest online platform and top fashion PR agency Industry icon Lefty and Karla Otto released figures on the media value of stars attending the Paris Fashion Week season. Spring/Summer 2024 has just passed. Both are in the top 5, trailing only Kylie Jenner and Zendaya.

Apo Nattawin ranked 3rd in media value creation with a total of 9.7 million dollars or approximately 358 million baht from posting 11 content during the time of going to see the show. Spring/Summer 2024 of Dior as house ambassador, while Mile phakphum is ranked 5th, generating media value of 7.3 million dollars, or approximately 270 million baht, from posting 12 content. The total amount of the couple is 628 million baht.

As for number 1, Kylie Jenner earned $22.6 million, or approximately 834 million baht, from posting 6 content during her Acne Studios and Schiaparelli shows. Zendaya came in second with a media value of 15.3. Millions of dollars or around 564 million baht from posting 3 content while going to see the Louis Vuitton show where she was the house ambassador.

However, the fact that Apo Nattawin and Mile Phakphum were able to create media value to this extent is considered to reinforce the reputation of Thai star artists on the world luxury stage once again, which is rising to the same level as other countries. In Asia such as South Korea, China and Japan, it was evident that during the past Paris Fashion Week, major fashion media outlets such as Vogue, USA and WWD reported more on Thai stars. At Business of Fashion's BoF 500 event, Apo Nattawin and Mile Phakphum were also one of the highlights of the event.

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Evolution Line Spotlight: Chewtle & Drednaw (833-834)

This time around we again have a huge rank gap between evolutions, even bigger than before. Honestly, I think the reason behind this is pretty similar to what it was for zorua and zoroark. When it comes down to it, these are pretty similar pokémon, but the second one is bigger and stronger, which makes the issues with the first bigger and stronger. Chewtles and drednaws are perhaps the bite-iest pokémon. Just true chomp masters. When it comes to chewtle, it’s more of a cute thing. People don’t worry as much about how destructive a chewtle’s bite would be: they’ve got a single, dull tooth, and while they supposedly won’t let go once they’ve chomped down, they’re small enough that it wouldn’t be that hard to pry them off. Drednaws are a whole other story. I mean, just look at the different in jaw size and definition! Drednaws have a huge, well-defined jaw that has evolved to give them some pretty menacing bite strength, while chewtles’ jaws are nearly nonexistant. What’s cute for chewtles is deadly for drednaws.

I think this difference is best exemplified in the way the pokédex describes both evolutions. When it comes to both species, it is explained that they will essentially bite anything that comes in front of them, but in drednaw’s case this behavior is specifically described as “aggressive”. This can probably be chopped up to a difference in both personality, but I’d guess it comes from a history of dangerous encounters, not just the intent behind them. If you’re a current chewtle owner, I’d really consider getting your hands on an Everstone for them, because an accidentally evolution is going to be a huge handful, literally and figuratively.

Both of these evolutions are going to be a little difficult to care for. This is the case for any pokémon that make their home in the water; the truth is that land-based pets are, by default, easier for most people to care for once you get past a certain size. Feeding them as well, especially drednaws, is going to look a lot more like feeding an alligator snapping turtle than anything. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen someone feed one of these real-world animals before, but it is usually done from a pretty significant distance. A drednaw is the kind of pet you couldn’t really get near without a lot of risk. For me, that’s not what I’m looking for in a pet. Some people like a challenge or like caring for creatures that need a lot of space and expertise from their owners, and I get that. But the risk was too high for a good rank.

While chewtles are a lot more manageable, I wouldn’t really want one as a pet either. Personally, I think they’re a little ugly. There are a lot of animals that I really like that I think are ugly or gross, but I don’t tend to think of them as great pet material. They also don’t seem like they’re the brightest pokémon, and I’m a fan of more personable, intelligent pets. A chewtle wouldn’t be the right fit for me, but I definitely get it if they’re popular among a lot of pet owners.

The Chewtle Post: https://www.tumblr.com/would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend/734249724219113472/would-a-chewtle-be-a-good-pet?source=share

The Drednaw Post: https://www.tumblr.com/would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend/731890388192870400/would-a-drednaw-be-a-good-pet?source=share