#I've missed Wa's Y-shape

[putschki1969]

2024/05/04 Instagram post by Wakana

Today, I would like to introduce the merchandise for my “Wakana 5th Anniversary Live ~The “VOICE“Stories~” which will be held on May 12! ️🥳🎉 First up is the T-shirt!!👕 With the live title in mind, I designed a logo with a book📖 When you open it, you'll discover five years' worth of stories in it...I wanted the illustration to capture that feeling✨ The T-shirt is a refreshing light blue colour. The material is soft and very comfortable! 🤗 ↑Btw, I am wearing a size L here👍

Next up we have an acrylic stand, it's been a while since I've had one a part of the line-up!! It's called “Swaying Wakana Acrylic Stand”✨ It features a mini-Wakana gently swaying underneath a botanical moon 😊 Try letting Wakana sway every day😊💕

Last but not least, here's me doing my regular physical challenge, the Y-shaped balance! Yay!!

=> 2024/05/05 Instagram post by Wakana

2024/05/06 Instagram post by Wakana

This is the second installment of my live goods introduction for "Wakana 5th Anniversary Live ~The “VOICE Stories”~" 🥳🎉 Today I will be showing you the pouch and ribbon keychain✨ Let's start with “The “VOICE” Stories Pouch which is a light blue that matches the T-shirt. It's made of soft fabric so it can hold a lot of things. You can put in various things. I was able to put in a mobile battery, an eco bag, my earphones, lip balm, gloss, and a wallet 👝 It also has a handle so it's convenient if you want to take it out of your bag 🤗 Then we have the “Shark-chan Ribbon Keychain”🦈💕 The two ribbons each have a different pattern, so you can enjoy different impressions 🎀 And I am sure it will add a great accent to your bag or backpack! I think it would also be cute if you attached it to your cell phone 🤗 By the way, Shark-chan is removable so you can put it wherever you like! 🦈🦈(Source)

2024/05/08 Instagram post by Wakana

This is the last part of my live goods introduction🧚✨ The final item is an "umbrella" which I've always wanted to make! ☔ This "Shark-chan umbrella" can be used for both sunny and rainy days. The inside is black to block UV rays. So you can use it a lot not only during the rainy season but also now and during the summer time when you are concerned about getting sunburns 🤗 Please bring Same-chan whenever you go out🦈💕(Source)

『Wakana 5th Anniversary Live ～The “VOICE” Stories～』 Live Goods Update!

Good news, the acrylic stand is now available for purchase in Wakana's Official Online Shop! For some reason, it wasn't featured in yesterday's line-up so I was afraid they wouldn't make it available for those who couldn't attend the live.

[postmoe]

Moe Moe Sama is Backie ~

… Wu Wa brainrots :>?

It's been a while! I've missed you!

WUWA WUWA WUWA!! With all these games and adulting it can get quite hard to stay up to date so I hope these characters aren't too OOC.

Calcharo . Xiangli Yao . Mortefi . Scar

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Calcharo will keep you in shape to fight along side him... For the most part. You'll never be faster than him, smarter than him or stronger than him, but you will be able to take down some of the smaller tacet discords and any thieves that try to take advantage of you.

You're going to be monitored by someone of the Ghost Hounds at almost all times. This world is far from safe, be it by TD's or humans alike, he will not take his chances.

"Your life isn't a price worth negotiating," he'd say, keeping you under his arm so you can't run into danger (run away).

He doesn't share you well, you're the sweetheart of the Ghost Hounds but most people won't go past saying hi or a gentle compliment though there has been punishment; see below. The most in terms of other human contact would be from people like Aalto and Jiyan who only get a hard, contemplated stare from him.

Calcharo is a surprisingly generous - and a little ignorant - lover. He'll always say no to something that seems new to a weird extent but is very easy to convince and will probably like it more than you do. Tongue in the bum? Don't be gross. Ugh but with how tight those rings of muscles knead around his tongue has something so tantalisingly delicious about it. Let's try his cock next-

Punishment is tight. Most of the time it involves ropes and chains, keeping you in place, locking you to one area. Red strikes across your thighs and arse from a good lashing or spanking is probable. On the harsher times you will be displayed in public, and a couple of times he has let them use you. "You want to act like a whore? Fine. Use her to your content, I'll be back in a few hours." It really makes you enjoy the sympathetic and kind touches you receive under Calcharo's care.

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Xiangli Yao is a wonderful master to his puppy princess. Yes, you are his sweet pet that he raises with love. An adorned collar sits prettily around your neck, your nails are trimmed and cared for all by yours truly.

With a calm smile he holds out his hand expectantly. You place the scroll on his palm and sit on the floor beside his legs, the paper being passed from one hand to the other so he can now pet your head, "Thank you, puppy. Hm... It seems we have an urgent commission. We will have to put off your toilet training until I come back." You couldn't be more thankful.

No privacy, this man. Your business is his business and if you don't have business then he's not doing very well as your owner, is he? He will have to create some game of stimulation for you. Hide and seek around the home, "Where's your ball?" is one of his favourites for when he's doing papers.

The thing with Xiangli Yao is that he is fully aware with how demented this is. Embarrassing you 24/7, forcing you into uncomfortable situations that strip you of your humanity, showing you off to others as if this is the most normal thing, it just gives him such a rush to be so above you in every possible way.

If you don't pick which collar/leash combo you want for the day then he will choose for you.

"Oh, you brought (Y/n) in for the day! How nice to get them out of the house," people may say as he pulls you into work with him. You're fawned over after the initial shock of being his pet and not his partner.

Exhibitionist but more so forcing you then doing it himself. Bullet vibrators, ropes, ben wa balls, you name it. It's important that puppy has their toys with them, so along with your leash make sure you pick something fun to play with as well.

Definitely has a bone gag and those belts and mitts to make you even more puppy-like. Goodness help you if he finds a 'puppy playtime' event, anything to make his pet utterly red with shame <3

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Mortefi is not into public affection and won't really touch you unless he needs or really wants to. He's not going to condemn you if you wrap your arms around his torso or hold his hand when anxious, but, you only need to follow his voice when he orders you to come to keep him happy.

That being said, going out is a privilege and not a right. You don't have to get on your knees for him or clean the kitchen ever hour, just stop breaking things and throwing a tantrum and he'll likely take you out of the house with him.

You have your own tablet to play games on and do your own 'work'. He won't say it out loud but he does find it cute and really enjoys when you're both staying late in the lab and on your respected devices, enjoying your company and giving him the motivation he needs to finish off this last equation.

He will make time for you whether you want it or not. Relationships will bond tightly if you rely on the other more, so, please don't do anything that will warrant a punishment as those tend to isolating.

Please please please please come to him with any invention ideas, questions, interests into his field at all. If you squint you may notice the reddening on his cheeks as his heart pounds from your attention. You want something made? Consider it done, the two of you will spend all night creating a little robot that pours the perfect amount of syrup on any size stack of pancakes.

In the early mornings Baizhi will walk in, inquiring, "Mortefi, I'm just checking in on the progress of the TD field barricades you were working on-" She stops, watching as you and Mortefi are eye level with the table to judge the collection of syrup amongst seven different plates of pancakes. The office is happy that day for a free and yummy breakfast.

Overall, he is a pretty good yandere, however things can definitely go south if you act out. It's exhausting and frankly hurts his feelings when you suddenly get a rebellious streak. Running away, throwing food off the table, attacking him, he's not one to let this sort of behaviour off the hook.

Emotions can be quite high in certain circumstances. He will analyse what is different about the recent weeks and act accordingly. Some days you need to be left in a cellar by yourself for a while, restricted from anything dangerous. Others you need a good fucking.

The sex ones are probably his preferred outlets. In all honesty, it's his fault as well. Working constantly is tiring so he can't always please you when he wants to. If you came up yourself then he would figure a way around it. Though when it's all on him then it gets difficult. If you're horny and angry from it then holding you down and giving you a few orgasms normally does the trick. As long as you're limping to the bathroom after and yawning from the exertion, he can tell the next few days will be relatively peaceful.

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Scar is a maniac and thrives off of your unease. 100% carves something into your skin with a knife, whether it be his name, a heart, or something else meaningful only he knows.

He will hold your head and force you watch as a human/TD experiment comes this close to your face, only held back by a chain in the ground. Your face is flooding with tears and all you can hear is the wet snarling of the creature and Scar's raucous laughter, "Oh, darling, did I scare you too much? Don't be silly, you know I'd never let anything hurt you~."

Is an open killer to anyone who disrespects you. Your fear and tears are invigorating but only if he is the cause of them. Yet, no matter how sadistic he is to you, he will always end the day by treating you like a deity of worship. Soft touches, sweet caresses, gentle kisses... You could almost believe this were someone else if you closed your eyes.

... And then he bites you, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as his cock sinks into your hole. Marking you, training your body to cave to him because you need to love him and crave him as much as he does you.

It may not seem like it to you but he certainly does have a softer side whenever you're involved. He's less irritable and more willing to hear people out, that's not to say the outcome will change for them but it at least gives them a false sense of hope before their inevitable demise.

Loves having debates with you, especially if they're based on morals. You're thinking is just so cute and deluded compared to his, to see how your mind ticks truly is a wonderful past time. Sometimes you say things that he doesn't expect and it really gets him going!

The reality of the world is forced upon you with Scar as your lover. Death is everywhere, pain ahead of it and despair accompanying that, too. To shed a tear for the world is understandable for people like you, and thanks to Scar (and his thing for dacryphilia) you will cry - a lot.

"Oh, you poor, sweet soul. Aren't we just so lucky to have found each other?" His eyes bore into yours, thumbs tenderly stroking either side of your face so he can keep you focused on him. His lips ghost over yours with every word, "I won't let another being touch a hair on your body. That's right! Only I can kill you, if you're going to die then it'll be from me alone." - he honestly finds this romantic. Please say you'll kill him back so that you can die together.

[sugolara]

𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚

feat. katsuki bakugo x fem! reader

cw: ansgt

˗ˏˋ+ ´ˎ˗ leaving y/n a series a voicemails, katsuki regrets not telling her how he truly felt for her.

❝to see you walk away.❞

+ wherever you are by ulrich schnauss

shoto's vers.

you have one new voicemail!

"hey... it's... katsuki bakugo. you remember me? that one loud mouth that never knew how to keep his mouth shut, or at least that's what you'd say. always talking back to me like i wouldn't man handle your ass. anyways, yeah, everything seems off.

"... your funerals tomorrow. after a week of you being gone, they're finally putting you in the ground. everyone's acting different. everyone stares at the front door waiting for your grinning face to pop up at any moment. i don't know why, but, i'm also waiting to see your face.

"can i see you tomorrow?"

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"i gave my speech at your funeral. if you were here you'd say it's corny or some sappy shit. i think icy hot got a little mad. you remember him? your devoted little boyfriend. bet if you were here you'd be disappointed in him. he didn't even bother saying anything at your funeral.

"he just... stared at your empty casket. where you're supposed to be. i think he made himself believe that your body was still intact instead of... yeah. he didn't cry like everyone else did, i mean neither did i, but, he was silent. it was weird in a way. i couldn't stand the look in his face.

"do you see me?"

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"we got this new girl. it's eerie, she looks so much like you. half 'n half can't keep his eyes to himself. he thinks she's you. but i know better. she can never be you. she doesn't even reach where you're at. you two are on a completely different scale. but you don't reach me.

"it pissed me off when aizawa had her sit in your seat. she probably thinks i like her because i keep staring back there. but it's not her that i'm staring at. it's your desk. because slowly, they're trying to replace you.

"what even pissed me off more, was when your dorm room, that used to be empty, was now occupied. for the new lousy american bitch. they're slowly getting rid of you. they're slowly getting rid of our memories.

"can you tell that i'll never get rid of you?"

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"aizawa can tell i've been slacking off. i can hear your sarcastic voice already saying, 'what, the katsuki bakugo, slacking off?'. he's trying to get us back into shape, not let another... mistake... happen again. but i can tell it's hard for him to. with his leg missing and his eye missing.

"i— this may sound corny, but, i kinda miss seeing your stupid face. i miss you talking back to me. did i tell you that the new girl talks back to me as well? i think she's trying to be you. the group, shitty hair, pink face, dunce face, and elbow guy don't like her.

"they said she's trying to be like you. i see it. i agree with them. she is trying to be like you. she's decorated her dorm room like yours. she even has that same poster from your favorite band. my instincts are telling me that your parents had left it by mistake and she took for herself.

"do you miss seeing my stupid face?"

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"i still come see your grave. i leave your favorite flowers. shitty hair told me to stop seeing you. that i need to move on and focus on my career. but how can i move on when i all i think about is you? yea, you're right, i am being soft.

"but if i had told you how i felt about you, you'd probably laugh in my face. it's why i never told you about how i felt. because i was afraid you'd reject me. i didn't want to look like a fucking idiot.

"but then i remember the way you would stare at me. the way i would catch you looking at me when you thought i wasn't looking. i know you know how i felt about you. and it hurts, because you never said anything.

"can i see you in my dreams like i do every other night?"

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"okay, don't get mad. yes, it has been a two weeks, but that's because the old hag took my phone away. she say's that you being gone has mess me up. i don't think so. she say's i need to get out there more. but she doesn't understand.

"don't get mad. i may or may have not kicked icy hots ass. before i hear you yelling at me, just listen. he took that american girl on a date. they're dating. how unfaithful is he. while everyone was congratulating him, i glared at him. how could he do this to you? if you were with me, i wouldn't do that. i would never move on.

"i told him off. shitty hair and elbow guy had to stop me from doing more damage. he just stood there and took it. i think he also knows that i liked you. 'liked'... i don't know what i'm doing, y/n.

"do you think you can tell me that everything is going to be okay?"

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"do you remember when that day i went knocking on your dorm? i had told you to turn of your shitty music because i could hear it from my dorm. but that wasn't true. i didn't come knocking at your door because of your music. hell, i couldn't even hear it.

"i knocked because i wanted to hear your ugly voice. i was also scared. ever since i got kidnapped by the league of villains. you comforted me and told me everything was going to be okay.

"then we stayed up talking about the randomness shit ever. and then you told me your secret. it looked like you didn't care when you pulled me down to your bed and covered me with your blanket. we huddled up so close, that i swear you could feel the heat radiating off my cheecks.

"can we do that again when i see you?"

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"everyone forgot about you. even your boyfriend, scratch that, your ex. no one calls your name out, no one mentions you anymore, the posters on the walls are no longer there. they completely gotten rid of you. it hurts. so, so bad.

"shitty hair wants me to go to therapy. i don't know. he's funny. he can tell i'm still clinging onto you. he catches me looking at photos of you. he got upset when he found the confession letter that i have planned on giving you.

"he says it's not healthy. he sounds like deku. oh, yeah, you remember deku? ever since he disappeared and came back, our relationship has gotten better. i think he feels guilty of you dying. we don't argue as much. you got your wish.

"do you think if i accomplish all your wishes i get to see you again?"

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"you know what sucks, n/n. is that your selfish ass left me all alone before i even got to tell you how i felt. you are so selfish to save some random civilian knowing you would get killed in the process. you saw it coming. why did you push me away!?

"... what sucks even more... is that your own family killed you. he knew and yet he still did it. yeah, if you're wondering, i kept your secret. i'm kinda glad you told me it, it was the only thing keeping me closer to you. you trusted me.

"can you tell me if you're okay wherever you are?"

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"be honest with me. and no fucking jokes. if you weren't with that bastard and if you never felt any feelings for him, would you have accepted my feelings? a part of me tells me that you wouldn't, because i'm harsh and rude.

"but another part says that you would have, because as you said it yourself, you didn't mind my attitude. you said it's what made me, me. i think that's why i was so drawn towards you. you accepted me for who i was and never once tried to change me.

"it's why i fell so hard for you. it's why i call you at midnight when i'm having panic attacks. your voice calms me down. yeah, okay, you can laugh. i'd do anything to hear your voice one more time. call me a big fucking softy.

"do you want to hear me say those three words?"

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"i came across your parents house the other night. ... i had a dream of you. you were sitting on your front porch, smiling up at me as you offered my hand. you were talking but i couldn't hear you. you sounded distant. then the next thing i know, you kissed me.

"maybe dunce face is right. i am down bad for you. he would always say that when you walked by and i'd always glance at you. he doesn't say it anymore and a part of me wishes for him to say it. he avoids your name like the black plague.

"i hope your family has moved on."

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"can i see you tomorrow? do you see me? can you tell that i'll never get rid of you? do you miss seeing my stupid face? can i see you in my dreams like i do every other night? do you think you can tell me that everything is going to be okay? can we do that again when i see you? do you think if i accomplish all your wishes i get to see you again? can you tell me if you're okay wherever you are?

"do you want to hear me say those three words?"

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"i don't know when your parents are gonna stop your phone services. so, before they do that, i want to let you know that... i, i love you. i know it's to late for me, but if you got a second chance i wouldn't hesitate to say those three fucking words.

"i wouldn't even care if anybody was around. i love you, y/n. i always have, since the first day i laid my eyes on you. i will always love you no matter where you are. i'm glad i got to met you. i'm glad you had bumped into me and talked back to me.

"i love you, y/n. i will always fucking love you."

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i'm sorry, but the number you have dialed is no longer in service. please dial back again to make sure you have entered the right number. goodbye.

[strawb3rrystar]

My dear sweet strawberry child, may I please get a Bayverse Raphael x Fem!Reader with a shot of Smut prompt number 1 and Fluff prompt number 39? 🙏🤭😋

You can make it a lil yandere-y if you want, I'm down😈

Here is some cake for your hard work 🍰🍓❤

��Your underwear!? Why would you ask me! I, obviously, don’t have them!” & "Jealous? Pfft, I'm not jealous."

Pairing: Bayverse! Raphael x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Underwear stealing, Implied masturbation with them, Stalking, Non-con, Dark themes, Oral (Reader! Receiving), Using spit as lube, Creampie

Word count: 750+

✰Masterlist

You weren't stupid, nor were you oblivious. You had noticed things disappearing from your room. It started with a hair tie, your favorite pen not being found in the drawers, an old hoodie missing from your closet. But when your underwear started disappearing from the drawers, you freaked out. Not only because you would have to replace them, but also because some creep had your underwear.

Trying to narrow down who it could be might have been near impossible. You often had your college friends or group partners 'round your apartment. So you were unsure of who it could have been or even who to start asking.

You decided to head to the lair and hangout with your best friend, Raphael. You just needed someone to get your mind off the situation. And who better than playing video games with the person you trusted the most? As you mashed the buttons on the controller, Raph knew something was up with you. So he paused the game "What's wrong?"

You explained the situation to him, unbeknownst to you that your cum-stained underwear were sitting in his nightstand. You finished your rant off with "Do you know where my underwear went, Raph?"

He seemed to get defensive over you asking him that “Your underwear!? Why would you ask me! I, obviously, don’t have them!” His brow bone furrowed as he turned away from you. You shrugged it off, unpausing the game.

You answered the phone with a 'Yes?' holding your phone to your ear "I need you to come to the lair, now."

You apologize to your friend for having to leave so soon, promising to make it up to them in the future. You head down into the sewers with caution, wondering what was so important. As you walk into the lair, you find that it was empty "Of course..."

You walk into Raph's room, calling out for him. You felt large hands wrap around your waist, easily picking you up and throwing you over their shoulder "Raph?!"

You panic as you practically hang upside down in the darkness of his room. "Be quiet. It'll be easier if you do."

You couldn't stop your heart from speeding up as he lays you down on his bed. You could only make out Raph's shape as you felt something next to your head. You turn to find your own underwear now pressed against your nose "So... it was you...?"

"I can't fucking stand seeing you with other people." He grabs your jaw, turning you to look back at him. "So, you're jealous of my friends?"

"Jealous? Pfft, I'm not jealous." He responds, taking off your shorts. Panic fills your eyes again "H-hey, wa-"

He covers your mouth with his hand, rubbing your clit through your underwear. "Don't even fucking try. I've watched you finger your pussy, moaning my name. So don't act like you aren't aching for my cock."

A soft moan leaves your lips, Raph's eyes gleam with excitement. Both of his hands grab your thighs, massaging them up to your hips. He pulls your underwear off, leaving you fully exposed from the torso down. He licks up your pussy, swirling his tongue around your clit "You taste so fucking sweet, sunshine."

You press your hands onto your cheeks, feeling the heat of them. In fact, your whole body felt hot as you lay under him, his tongue prodding your entrance. He places a kiss on your clit, then pulls off his pants that he always wears. It felt like mere seconds before he was slapping your clit with his tip. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you, princess."

He spits on his hand, lathering up his dick. You grab onto his arm as he enters, feeling like you were being split in half. "Look at that. Your cute little pussy is stretching around my cock."

He kisses your tears away as you claw onto him, your pathetic sobs of pain only pulled a small bit of empathy from him. His tip kisses your cervix, you only being able to take a little over half of his cock. But it was still enough to drive Raph crazy.

He buries his face in your neck, kissing it lightly as he ruts into your cunt. Fucking you through multiple orgasms, your cheeks stained with tears as you could only moan. He couldn't stop himself from cumming inside you, it all just felt too good. Afterwards, he would slip your underwear back on, letting his cum pool into the fabric. He would kiss the bruises on your hips and waist and then whisper in your ear.

"You're mine now sunshine. I'm never letting go of ya'."

Star's notes -> I think I went off the rails with this one, but idk

(Thank you @thejudiciousneurotic for requesting!) (Prompt list)

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[vera-deville]

They're Not the Same!

02/23/2024 - 09/10/2024

Pairing: None Word Count: 694 Warnings: Some cursing Gender: GN Notes: This is a pretty short fic for an idea that I've had lying in drafts for a while, but I do plan on releasing longer works soon and get back to requests!

"I've never gone kayaking before. Is it any fun?"

Your eyebrow ticked.

"When're you goin' kayaking again? A young boy with lavender hair asked with his head leaned on top of his textbook.

Looking up, you decide that you've finally had enough. "Thursday, and for the last time, it's canoeing."

Epel frowned, scrunching his nose as he deliberated your point. "Yeah, but they're like the same thing Y/N-" Ace tried to explain. You grabbed your eraser and threw it at the red-head, who ducked just in time.

Unfortunately, your eraser ended up hitting a completely unsuspecting first year.

"Ow, what the fuck-" Deuce yelled as he tried to figure out what hit him.

"Sorry Deuce!" You apologized, "that was my eraser. I was trying to hit Ace!"

Deuce shook his head. This kind of behavior was silly, however, seeing as the target was supposed to be Ace, he figured that you had a pretty good reason as to why you were projecting erasers around. "What did Ace do this time?"

"Hey, what the hell's that supposed to mean?"

"He keeps trying to tell me that there's no difference between canoeing and kayaking."

"There's a difference?" Deuce asked.

The only reason why you didn't pull your hair out in frustration was because Deuce genuinely seemed confused and clearly didn't know that there was a difference. No biggie, lots of people boat without even realizing what kind of boating they're doing. "Yeah, there's a few differences, but basically canoeing is when the boat has an open design and you're sitting or kneeling, while kayaks usually have closed designs, and you sit with your legs outstretched." Deuce seemed to understand, so you continued, "Typically, canoers use a one-bladed paddle, whereas kayakers use two-bladed paddles. Obviously there are exceptions, but that's usually the case with the paddles."

"That's actually a lot simpler than I thought it would be." Deuce remarked. "How come Ace didn't get it?"

"Hey, I got it just fine-"

"No he didn't." You said, effectively stopping Ace and causing the other first-years around you to chuckle. "No matter how many times I tell him that canoeing and kayaking are different, he keeps telling me, me, that they're not!"

Deuce said, "While I get that they're two different things, why're you guys even talking about this in the first place?"

You stared at Deuce.

"Deuce..."

"Yeah?"

"You do realize that you're on my team, right?"

You watched as Deuce's face contorted into one of utter confusion.

"What team?"

You smacked your head on the table.

"We're going on a canoeing race, remember?" Looking at Deuce's face, it was clear that he had no clue what you were talking about. "Deuce! What in Twisted Wonderland have you been doing? How do you not know about this? We've been getting emails about the canoeing race too-"

"Wait, I've read through some of them!" Deuce exclaimed, as though he'd found the answer to a difficult question in an exam.

"Some of them!?" You yelled, exasperated.

"I thought the canoeing was optional..." Deuce meekly said after taking in your expression.

"Coach Vargas has literally been micro-managing our schedules because he wants us to be in best-shape for the race on Thursday-" You tried recounting everything that Deuce had somehow missed. "How do you not know this?" Spinning around to the other first-years, you asked your question again, "How does he not know this?"

Ace wisely kept his mouth shut, and Jack sensed that perhaps now was a good time to get his daily exercise in.

"Oh yeah, I have potions next!" Epel said and began packing his bag. "Still can't believe that Vil isn't disgusted by frogs and stuff. Even I find them icky."

"I think frogs are pretty cute." You said.

"Then you try holding them and their weird ass bumpy skin and warts." Epel said, shivering in disgust.

Everyone looked at Epel.

"Epel..." You began.

"Yeah?"

"Those aren't frogs kiddo. Those are toads."

Now Epel looked really confused. "What's the difference?"

Rolling your eyes, you begin explaining the difference between frogs and toads.

"So they're essentially the same thing." Ace said, annoyed.

"They're not the same thing!"

Author's Note: Apparently I've had this thing lying in my drafts since February 23rd, but I genuinely do not think it's been that long even though it's already September now, but here we are. Like I already mentioned, I will be getting back into requests and other writing soon, so please be on the lookout for that! Masterlist

[navibluebees]

Someone to be Proud of (Recom Quaritch x Female Human Reader) Bonus Scene 4*

Please read before interacting.

Okay, this idea will not leave me alone. Fluffy forever. & Bonding time for Y/N and Spider. This takes place right after the previous bonus scene.

The next few days went by too fast. The recoms would have to go out again sometime soon and in the meantime, you tried to soak up as much time with Miles as you could. You found moments to sneak around, passionate moments that ended too quickly because you'd missed each other so much. The nights were cozy, with you curled up against him. Spider, unused to sleeping in a more comfortable bed, would often curl up at the end, a hand wrapped around Mile's ankle where it stuck out of the blanket. The three of you would stay close together, a peculiar family-shaped relationship starting to take form.

The mornings too were early for Spider and he often found himself slumped against your shoulder, his breathing steady while you tried to eat and not wake him up. He wasn't overly affectionate when he was awake, but in dark hours, he craved a comforting touch and more than once, Miles would come back from a morning run to the two of you holding hands. He'd felt safe with you since the beginning, ever since you checked on him when he had been so very vulnerable. You weren't exactly a mom to him, but he'd seen the way Miles looked at you and wondered about the possibilities ahead and what that could mean for him: where could he fit in with the two of you?

It was a late night for Miles since the group was heading out the next morning and he had to get his equipment ready. You were in your small bathroom back in your bedroom. Spider was sprawled across your bed, flipping through a book while you carefully applied a face mask. You used the applicator to smooth it out before washing your hands and turning to go back into your room. You sat at the desk chair, swinging your legs and brushing your toes against the floor.

Spider sensed your gaze on him and glanced over. His nose wrinkled in amusement. "What is on your face?"

You smirked slightly before tapping your foot against his that was hanging off of the bed.

"Face mask, kid. You wanna try it?"

He shrugged and sat up, following you into the bathroom. You showed him which face wash to use and he washed quickly and patted his face dry after a quick instruction. He sat on the edge of the tub and you sat on the lid of the toilet across from him. You had washed your hands after and carefully applied it with your fingers across his face. He shivered from the cold substance and smiled when you chuckled.

"Feels like Kiri is painting me again."

"Hmm? Who's Kiri?"

"She's.. probably the most amazing person I've ever met."

"Yeah? Tell me about her."

You continued to smooth out the mask as he talked in between the swipes of your fingers on his face.

"She's just so kind. So in tune with nature. With Pandora. She's got a great smile-"

His eyes darted shyly to yours and you smoothed your expression so he would feel comfortable to keep opening up to you. You'd always been kind to each other but this was the first time he'd shared anything like this.

"Yeah?" you murmured. "How long have you known her?"

"All my life."

You couldn't help it; your grin widened at the smitten look on his face.

"Sooo," a teasing tone came into your voice. "Why was she painting you?"

His face fell minutely and he sighed, his shoulders drooping.

"She paints me blue. From the dyes of plants and berries. It.. makes me feel like part of the forest. Like one of them."

Your chest ached for this sweet boy in front of you. He started telling you about how he'd always known he was different, but he tried to keep up and somewhere along the way, he'd bonded with the Sully kids. You stood up to wash your mask off while he continued.

"I mean.. I know you and.. he are different. How do you guys make it work?"

You were in the middle of rinsing your face off and with the mix of his question and water that ended up going in your mouth, you started to cough and splutter. He stood up quickly and hovered anxiously.

"You okay?"

"Yes, um. Sorry about that. How do we make what work?"

An insecure expression took over his face. "Ya know. Interspecies love and all that."

You smiled and outstretched your arm to rest your hand on his shoulder. You gave it a quick squeeze before saying, "Your- hm.. He was very unexpected. I admit that I did find him intriguing before we ever talked. I ran into him one day and one thing happened after another and boom. Here we are. He takes care of me. He's kind. I can see he cares a lot about you and I love that about him."

He nodded and looked worriedly into your eyes. "He.. is really hard to get a read on sometimes. He does some not so good things, but he seems to care a lot for the people close to him. It's really confusing."

Your throat tightened as you tried to decide the best way to ask what Spider meant before Miles stepped into your room and poked his head in the bathroom. His nose wrinkled in confusion, his features strikingly similar to the expression Spider had made earlier.

"What the hell are you two doin'?"

You looked back at Spider, grinning mischievously at each other. You looked back to Miles and wiggled your fingers at him. "Skincare, honey. Wanna join?"

***

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[booksandothersecrets]

Hi hello good afternoon I am supplying you with wlw book recs because we all deserve them. Please reblog with your own recs because I’ve only been reading sapphic books for a few months so haven’t covered loads of amazing ones, and hopefully this can become a massive rec list of wlw books :)

Also please please please check the TWs for all of these so that you can stay happy, healthy and safe 💗.

Fantasy:

- The Priory of the Orange Tree: [“We may be small, and we may be young, but we will shake the world for our beliefs”] Look I know you’ve all heard of it. Now read it. Swords. Queer women. Queer women with swords. Dragons. Castles. Battles. Many many many pages of beautiful words. There is nothing missing from this book.

- Cinderella is Dead: [“I don't want to be saved by some knight in shining armour. I'd like to be the one in the armour, and I'd like to be the one doing the saving.”] Fuck the patriarchy. Dystpian. Gay. Fantasy. Cinderella is dead (wow). Badass main character. Fighting for rights and fighting for eachother. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

- Girls of Paper and Fire: [“Instead of disappearing, she makes me feel reappeared. Reimagined. Her touch shapes me, draws out the boldness that had been hiding in my core.”] We said learning to heal! We said finding safety in eachothers arms! We said fighting the oppressive government! We said fuck the patriarchy! We said fantasy women with swords! We said (kinda) enemies to lovers! We said please check the trigger warnings for this book!

- A Dark and Hollow Star: [“The number one law of the universe is choice, after all — bad things happen to the people who take that option away from you.”] Fantasy that actually uses the words bisexual and lesbian and gay and genderfluid!!! Urban fantasy. Four main characters: two mlm, two wlw. Swords and monsters and fae and powers and tension and fate. Read for the pretty cover, stay for the characters.

- Gideon the Ninth: [“I cannot conceive of a universe without you in it”] This book is dark and horror-y and gory and weird as fuck. This book has skeletons and necromancy and a huge weird haunted house and everyone dying under mysterious circumstances. This book has enemies to i-dont-even-know-what. You will not know what is happening in this book but you will love it. Trust me.

Dystopian:

- We Set the Dark on Fire: [“Maybe this was trust ... Giving someone the power to ruin you, betting your life on the belief that they wouldn't.”] once again, repeat after me: fuck the patriarchy. Rebellion. Enemies to lovers. Dystopian world where every man gets two wives. Guess what happens 👀

Contemporary:

- The Henna Wars: [“I've never really thought about having a type. I guess my type is....beautiful girl. Which is a lot of them. Most of them? Pretty much all girls”]. Girl dealing with the aftermath of coming out to her parents has a crush on a girl who is competing against her in a school competition. Main character is muslim, bangladeshi and lesbian and love interest is black, brazilian and bisexual. Just read it. Don’t do it for me. Do it for yourself. You deserve to smile.

- Her Royal Highness: [“PERRY I’VE FOUND AN AMERICAN!”] Look this book may be cliche and predictable and a little ridiculous at times but it made me unfathomably happy so I don’t care. Scottish boarding school+royalty+an american. Enemies to lovers but not im-gonna-stab-you enemies to lovers (which ive read my fair share of truet me), more like why-are-you-so-unbearably-irritating enemies to lovers you know?

- Written in the Stars: [“I’ll break into your apartment and move everything three inches to the left and fuck with your flow, okay?”] Good, solid contemporary new adult romance. Enemies to lovers. Grump x sunshine. Actually has a sex scene (this might not be everyones thing i just noticed wlw books often skirt around them so thought id point it out). Ugh its just so cute.

- You Should See Me In a Crown: [“When I open my mouth, everything happens so fast—the way I can feel her everywhere, the way my hands steady instead of shake where they tangle in her hair because I’ve maybe never felt so grounded before, so rooted in a moment”] What happens when a Black queer girl tries for prom queen in a weird, cliquey prom-obsessed school? What happens when one of the other competitors is the unabashedly gay cute new girl? This is what happens. Guys. Guys. Guys. Read this one oh my god. I say this about every book but seriously READ THIS ONE. So so so so so good. Everything you could ever want in a queer coming of age book.

- The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo: [“You do not know how fast you have been running, how hard you have been working, how truly exhausted you are, until someone stands behind you and says, “It’s OK, you can fall down now. I’ll catch you.”] I know you’ve all heard this but you’re about to hear it again. Queer women in the 50s? Sign me up! Sign yourself up! Buy this book and then read this book! Freak out about this book! Cry about this book! Tell everyone you’ve ever met to read this book! Cry some more about this book! Make this book your whole personality!

Thriller(?):

- The Girls I’ve Been: [“There is no normal. There is just a bunch of people pretending there is. There's just different levels of pain. Different stages of safe. The biggest con of all is that there's a normal.”] Thriller. Guns. Menstrual cups. Con artists. That awkward moment when you’re stuck in a bank robbery with two murderous men, a child, your ex boyfriend and your current girlfriend. Not romance but has romantic themes (established relationship). Coming to terms with childhood trauma and abuse. This book is short but deceptively heavy with the themes it deals with so, again, please check the TWs.

Ones on my TBR:

- Last Night at the Telegraph Club

- The Miseducation of Cameron Post

- A Memory Called Empire

- This Is How You Lose the Time War

- Girl, Serpent, Thorn

- This Poison Heart

- One Last Stop

- She Who Became The Sun (omg i want to read this so so so badly)

- The Weight of the Stars

- These Feathered Flames

- Honey Girl

- The Chosen and the Beautiful

- She Drives Me Crazy

[eufezco]

request maybe?? fezco x reader. they are dating and exploring their sexual likes and dislikes. do you think fez would be down to the reader pegging him? if you feel uncomfortable doing this idea that's fine. ☺️

⚠️ english isn't my first language

loved this request because CONSENT, COMMUNICATION AND BOUNDARIES ARE SEXY!!

"There's something you'd like to try?" You sat on his lap, with your legs on either side of his body. His hand cupped your hips as he took a drag of his blunt.

"I've always wanted to try those sour cand-"

"No, I mean, in bed."

Fezco licked his lips. "There's somethin' you wanna try?" Oh so he was trying to play that game, reversing your question to know your answer before giving you his.

You chuckled. "I asked first." Fezco thought while giving his blunt one last drag before putting it out in the ashtray. "Actually yeah." You raised your eyebrows, wanting to know more. Fezco suddenly went shy. "Mmm... Ion' know... Maybe we could try some handcuffs, ropes and shit..."

You smiled playfully at him "So you wanna tie me up?" Fezco didn't answer. Oh- That sounded even better to you.

Fezco's hands were handcuffed to the headboard of your bed. Your tongue played with his hard cock as he arched his back and moaned your name. "Fuck..." you heard him gasp, knowing he was about to come because of how his dick was spasming inside your mouth. His hands fought against the grip of the handcuffs on his wrists. You licked your lips once he came, going to his mouth and kissing his lips letting him get a taste of himself. He wanted to squeeze your thighs, grab your neck, spank your ass, play with your boobs, keep your legs wide open... but this fucking handcuffs won't let him. His dick got hard again thinking about how you could do whatever you pleased with his body. When you sunk in his cock, pressing your hands down his stomach to keep your position, Fezco almost went crazy. Your hips going up and down as your fingers went sensually down his chest.

"I think I could give bondage a try." You stated. "What else? I don't believe that's the only kink you've got in that big head of yours."

Fezco chuckled. "We could try some toys." You knew Fez thought sex toys were friends and not enemies since he bought you a cute little vibrator for one of your birthdays.

"I like that." You smiled satisfied.

Fezco pushed the butt plug inside you, easily thanks to the lube. You whined when the metal toy was completely inside you. Before Fezco could ask, you nodded, assuring him that you were fine. He caressed your ass, admiring how the heart shape was the only visible part of the toy. His hard cock was decorated with a purple vibrating ring that hit your clit and also stimulated him while fucking you. The Ben Wa balls you bought were probably your favorite; Fezco rubbed your clit as he introduced the balls inside your cunt and when the thickest one was in, he took them out, the balls brushing harshly your g-spot.

"What about you huh? Why I'm the only one talkin'?"

You laughed. "I think I'm really into role-play."

"I really need to pass your class, sir. I'll do anything." You whined. Fezco was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. His neck was decorated with a black-tie. He played with your hair. "Anything?" Fezco started to unbottom your shirt, leaving your tits out and admiring how they looked hiding behind your lacy bra. You nodded pouting. "I could let you use my pussy." You turned around, letting him take a glimpe of how your skit was extremely short. Short enough to let him know that you were wearing no underwear. A shiver ran through his body. He sat down on the couch, helping you to sit on his lap with each of your legs on both sides of his body, being able to feel the warmth of your cunt against his crotch. He slid his hard cock in you. "Work for that grade, miss y/n." And he leaned his back on the couch, letting you do all the hard work.

"That could be fun as hell yeah." You and Fezco giggled. You imagined Fezco dressed up as a policeman or as a teacher. Wait, as a teacher? You pressed your legs together. "How do you feel about spanking and all that shit?" Your boyfriend asked you. Fezco's already spanked you, just in very exceptional times and never hard enough to make you cry or to be a super extreme pain. You liked it when his hand hit your ass, but you didn't really see it, him slapping your face, your boobs, or your thighs. Plus, your pain threshold was really low, you didn't know how you were gonna handle it. "I don't think I could really take it. But I like it when you spank me like you've been doing." Fezco nodded.

"What do you think about me topping you?" You let out all of a sudden. "Like... you...?" Fezco left the question hanging in the air and raised his eyebrows. You nodded, Fezco never thought about it, he liked when you were on top or when you dominated him but this was completely different. "Ain't that gon' be painful?"

Fezo was on his four. You've never seen him in this position, it was always you the one holding your weight on your hands and knees. He seemed so vulnerable, waiting for you to touch him where no one has ever laid a finger in his body before. You aplied a generous amount of lube on your fingertip and started drawing circles on his tight hold. Fez hissed when he felt the cold lubricant. "Relax." Your other hand caressed his ass cheek. You took your dildo and played with it, rubbing the head of it against his hole. You slowly pushed the toy inside him, Fezco groaning in response and gripping the bed sheets. He groaned a "fuck" when the dildo finally bottomed him. You took his dick from behind and started moving your hand along his shaft. You fucked him slowly until he got used to it, giving the same attention to his painfully hard cock. His body reacted just in the perfect way and he seemed to like it which you confirmed when you heard him say "Shit, don't stop y/n..."

Fezco raised his eyebrows, he never expected you to ask him to try something like that but of course, he could give it a try, he liked the idea. He looked at your eyes, you went all quiet now? After asking to fuck him? "What are you thinking about huh?" Your cheeks grew red and hot. "You've still got that gun?" The question surprised him. Yes he did, but why were you asking now? You were having this fun conversation about your kin- "Hell nah ma' we ain't doin' that shit." Fezco shook his head. "It doesn't have to be loaded Fez! You can't hurt me if it hasn't bullets in it!"

Fezco was extremely careful. The front side of the gun slid down your collarbone until it got to your boobs. Fezco's hand moved slowly while holding the weapon, playing with your nipples until they got hard. Your breathing was heavy, the tension of your boyfriend using a gun on you, and the uncertainty of not knowing if it was loaded made the wetness between your legs grow. The gun kept his track down your stomach, giving you goosebumps as it got closer and closer to your cunt. His fingers never even got close to the trigger, he didn't even think about it. Fezco topped you, holding his weight with one of his arms while the other one guided the gun between your legs. He played with your clit using the muzzle to stimulate your bundle of nerves. You moaned, rolling yout hips against the weapon. Fezco fucked you with the gun, being extremely careful not to hurt you as he kissed your mouth that was open in a perfect 'O' form. It felt so good, the gun was hard and cold and it made your pussy clench around it.