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[sweetdesignpro]

Circle with Stars Blue neck tie

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Galaxy Crocs: Walking on Clouds #GalaxyCrocs #SpaceShoes

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Celestial Comfort: The Galaxy Crocs Revolution #GalaxyCrocs #SpaceShoes

[instant-delusions]

hii omg may i request xavier smut where he comes home from a hunter mission and catches reader humping his pillow while wearing his hoodie? and it ends with him making reader ride his thigh/dick (or both! i can take him 🤗)

OOOOHHHH MY GOOOD! I LOVE THIS ONE SM 💗💗 I haven't proofread this much cuz it's exam season for me 😭

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢɪʀʟ ɢᴏɴᴇ ʙᴀᴅ!

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xavier x afab! reader

cw: thigh riding, pillow humping, cursing

you were trashing in xavier's comfy bed, checking your phone every ten seconds to see if your boyfriend finally messaged you. though, unfortunately - nothing. pressing your power button to shut your phone, you see your pouting reflection.

obviously, you knew you were being melodramatic, xavier was off on a mission, and it is hardly realistic that he'll put up his hand, saying something like "hold on, wanderer. my gf texted me." it was impossible to deny you were craving his attention astronomically, though - seriously, look at you. you were in one of his white hoodies, breathing in his fragrance and cuddling his pillows with furrowed brows. it was almost pathetic.

groaning, you opened the messenger.

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y/n: xavier when r u gonna be back??

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nothing once again. sighing, you closed your eyes and laid back, his scent becoming more intense with every second of his absence. it reminded you of the times he leaned down to whisper things in your ear or when he nuzzled into your nape, like a golden retriever. breathing in deeply, your lungs filled with his green tea laundry detergent. you can't get enough of him, missing the feel of his weight against you, his lips on your skin, his voice, his hands, him, him, him - even if it's just hours he's gone.

it's almost surprising how quickly your neediness melted your brain, your warm body almost uncomfortable on the bed. figments of memories filled your mind, xavier in his hunter uniform, focused look and swinging his sword - confident in his strength. xavier carrying you to your apartment after one too many tequila shots. xavier kissing your shoulder with his hand on your naked waist. xavier squeezed between your legs, pupils blown wide with lust, his pale skin with a peachy blush. whining, you squeezed your legs together, feeling a familiar pang of pleasure in your lower stomach.

god, you feel dizzy with want, the line between appropriateness and shamefulness blurred. turning around, you got on your knees and grabbed the headboard with a hand and one of his starprint pillows to bring in between your legs. quickly, you got rid of your 'shorts' (one of xavier's boxers).

testing the waters, you roll your hips slowly, feeling how the pillow softly stimulated your clit. a soft gasp escaped your lips, thinking about how xavier has his head on this every day, sleeping innocently. another whine fills the room, and you bite down on your lip, smearing your pussy sloppily on the fabric. "fuck", you drag yourself up and down with a harsh arch of your hips, feeling the knot in your tummy tightening - the imagination of xavier beneath you painting your thoughts. a soft 'ping' comes from your phone, but you didn't hear it at all.

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xav♡: almost there

xav♡: sry for not txting

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you slowed your hips a little to drag out the pleasure, soaking the light blue pillow in your creamy liquid. humming a low "mmh" at the intense feeling, you barely even made out the clinking of keys, or the steps.

xavier just got into the apartment - noticing your shoes at the entrance, he smiled to himself, excited to see you. the mission was insanely exhausting, and he couldn't wait to feel you ease his mind. lazily, he took off his dusty, slightly blood-stained uniform and threw it somewhere on the ground, stepping through his apartment in boxers. suddenly, his ears quirked up, hearing whining from his bedroom. confused, he raised an eyebrow and quickly made his way over, opening the door without a second thought.

the sight he was greeted with got his jaw slacked - you in his hoodie, his pillow between your thighs and your beautiful face contorted in pleasure. for a few seconds, he just stood there with the doorknob still in his hand, drinking in the way your hips moved and then stilled with realization, you looked back at him with your mouth open.

"xavier?!" you exclaimed, face red and eyes wide with shock. said man got over his initial confusion quickly, his body tensing with the need to please you - it's like what he was born to do. with a few strides, he crawls onto the bed, grabbing the pillow and throwing it onto the floor. "Sorry, you seem to have missed me a lot. I'm here now, I'll make it up to you."

Your eyes fixed on him. You were barely able to comprehend what was happening, everything went by so fast. "Xav...?" he grabbed you by the waist, guiding you onto his naked thigh. Feeling his muscles flex under your soaked, panty-clad pussy had you moaning out, pathetically grabbing his arms in an attempt to ground yourself. "There you go. I'll take care of you." The hunter guided your hips up and down his thigh, feeling every crevice and bump of your cunt through your underwear. "What..." You started, eyes rolling back in pleasure. "What bout you?" you babbled on. "Don't worry." eyeing his growing bulge, seeing his cock needily strain against his boxers, you questioned his response. Though you definitely were not in enough control of your mind to do anything about it, but weakly grind against his thigh. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Xavier looks at you, thinking about how nothing is hotter than your face right now, mouth open, eyes scrunched in pleasure, your blush. Everything because of him, everything for him - with a smile, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand tightening on your waist. "That's it, cum for me, baby." he almost pleaded, leaning in closer to hover his lips over yours.

Instinctively, you caught them, kissing him feverishly while grinding on his thigh harder. With a few more chopped strokes of your hips, you started shaking with your orgasm, feeling like your soul fell down from the cosmos, right back into Xavier's bedroom. He pressed his lips to yours once more, smiling cutely at you. "Better?" he asks, rubbing circles on your back comfortingly. Weakly, you nod, letting your head fall onto his chest, your arms snaking around his middle.

"I missed you. Let's cuddle."

[rachel-bot-unni]

Today I had the biggest bout of FUCK IT energy of my life. Like I was actually a fucking energizer bunny with my bunny print bow headband and my anti-anxiety themed hoodie and starprinted nails. I literally gave no shits today. I said screw it to continuing to cry my eyes out and laying in bed with the blackout curtains drawn closed. I got up, yanked back the curtains to let the light in, put on my makeup, and drove myself to a freaking tattoo parlor. And what did I do? I walked out with my third ear piercings, my nose pierced, and a small tattoo I’d been wanting since I got my first one almost two years ago (the screw from the Iron Giant… putting myself back together, not because I have a screw loose!). Later this month, I’m getting a nice haircut and my electric blue extensions put back in, and I’m going to be myself 100%, without apologizing. Fuck it energy saved me today, as did Lauren my piercing gal and Jay my tattoo guy. Thanks again, my dudes. I haven’t smiled or felt this calm and peaceful and happy in over a fucking month. I felt like I wanted to crawl into the darkness and never come out this morning, and now I am living and smiling and genuinely enjoying my day, as weird as that is. I am just so grateful. I rarely treat myself and I am a self-proclaimed goody two shoes who rarely “goes with the flow,” and today… I fucking did THAT.

Basically I learned today that I needed to treat myself like the love of my life and remember that I can— AND SHOULD— show myself love just as much as I can show it to others.

[acatwhowritesthings]

This is what I like. All at once. No waiting. No frills. No holds barred. No mysteries. Come and get it.

All works for round 1 have been revealed—enjoy your gifts ♡ Participants: 131bbh8, ACatWhoWrites, Chanye_oh_l, daesbeanie, demedicis, dotdotmoon, Lev, Likedeadends, mthrfluffer, myeonsoo, searchtheuniverse—thank you all so much for joining!! 🔗 https://t.co/naHvKAsPfs

— starprints (@starprintsEXO) February 12, 2024

[icytatribe]

The Dream Seed IV (Prologue): Nightbringer's Protector - Part Deer, Part Wolf

Every Winter year, on one night's eve, Lillia wonders to Mother Tree about a new story, perhaps about her other mom that was always teased in previous stories seasons ago. And she came on the most perfect night for a full moon to appear, shining its radiant moonlight upon the Grove, coloring Mother Tree's blossoming Cheri Blosa to an eclipsing hue. Mother Tree came to her human form to grasp a falling flower that turned indigo blue, sparkling in her hand like starlight once reminding her of old travels with an old Timeless friend.

"Are these my other mother's colors? Could you tell me a story about her some more, Mother Tree?" Lillia hugged.

"Perhaps it is time I tell you more about her, Little Seedling, if my memories have not been taken away. Maybe we'll see her in a Dreamlight, my indigo cheri blosa, tonight as we sleep."

As you are part deer, she was part wolf, but her own tribe never battered an eye, with their ears pointed to the heavens, her ears pointed down to earth as she is.

Before she found me, she lived in solitude, with her own set of misfortunes along the way, finding unwary allies with dark intentions, being part of a mission that trusted in her skills.

Taking down any mission she was offered, like a wolf hunting and finally catching prey, the leader made a mistake of giving her one that she would fail to accomplish.

I was a walking, flickering Dreamlight, unaware of that lingering Nightlight, waiting to trip me and never catch me, laughing as they dared to clip hopeful wings.

Nightmares followed me wherever I tread, slithering in crevices across time and starlight, she was part of his nightmare, brainwashed, to a mission she would fail to complete out of many.

She fell in love first, following to see hopeful paths, and when I realized upon hearing her gentle giggles, I fell in love second, because it's been long I lifted lips from every time my past dreamlights faded from me.

She became my Dreamlight, turning from flicker to flare, but forever never lasts as such when she, too, gave in bravely. And I became tortured by his Nightmares again, almost forgetting these tears nurturing a dream seed.

Every time I dreamed, it became a nightmare, every nightmare I dreamed, guarded me in a prison, with someone familiar with a giggle full of slithers, yet also someone familiar with a giggle full of kindness,

And I followed that kindred sound reminding me of her, and every nightmare collapsed, from her fanged jaws, to be burnt with a thousand of our dreamlight memories, a tree reborn with an embrace that's part wolf and also part deer.

"Little Seedling, be wary of your dreams tonight. Take this necklace, a piece of her wolven heart, that will protect nightmares from entering this world from others and yours. Be careful of the giggle that slithers. She's like a sister that you shouldn't follow in her starprints," Mother Tree slowly fading from her human form into her tree again, glowing in her pink petals and also indigo from the moonlight.

[cartergamegeek]

Animal Crossing: New Horizons 4/26/2020 Part 1 ~ Time for a Bit More Multiplayer With Starprint.

Time to do some multiplayer. This starts off a new day This was recorded on 4/26/2020. This LP is very special. It's a different kind of feeling. I had a lot to say about this series. If our audio is ever a bit off sounding it was likely because of removing background noise with Audacity. Thank you for being here It really means a lot.

[sakrosanctum-a]

@starprint​ unprompted melone starter bc i had to do it to him.

prosciutto   could   be   irritating   and   authoritative.      they   all   took   their   jobs   seriously   -   despite   how   some   may   behave.   their   complaints.   more   so   since   -      the   incident   ,   one   risotto   had   pleaded   they   forget   ;   for   their   own   safety.   well-being.      but   prosciutto   was   particularly   devoted.  always.   to   the   mission   -   his   teammates.      these   traits   were   admirable      -      he’d   be   ecstatic   if   he   were   to   find   a   mother   similar.   how   interesting   it   would   be   to   observe   babyface’s   development   derived   from   such   quality   traits   -   no   ,   perhaps   not.   it   would   be   far   too   disobedient.         impossible   to   teach.

   frosty   eyes   pass   over   the   man   -   uncharacteristically   quiet,   partly  due  to  ghiaccios  absence ,   and   the  distraction  of   his  own  thoughts.    everything   the   man   touched   left   the   lingering   scent   of   tobacco.   his   entire   personality   reeked   of   daddy   issues   and   to   top   it   off   he   wore   goddamn   braces   with   his   socks.      braces.   like   shaping   himself   perfectly   into   the   mafia   aesthetic   was   his   very   soul   intent.      melone   groans   -   arms   draped   over   his   face   in   some   piteous   display.      why’d   his   type   have   to   be   so   various?   so   ill-refined.      not   to   mention   apparently   resistant   to   his  ��brand   of   seduction.   it   shouldn’t   have   been   this   difficult   -   a   weeks   worth   of   illuso   wages   should   already   be   seated   safely   in   his   pocket.   ready   to   be   spent   anyway   he   desired.      but   no   -   instead   he’d   subjected   himself   to   numerous   failed   attempts   ,   and   even   more   haughty   knowing   smirks   from   illuso.   his  confidence  had  taken  a  hit. 

but   he   wasn’t   content   on   spending   his   day   off   on   the   sofa   -   sulking.   giving   up   on   his   own   misery   -      he   tosses   a   cushion   at   the   blonde.   to   get   his   attention   -   and   to   wipe   that   passive   look   from   his   face.        

    “so   -   do   you   ever   do   anything   fun   ,   or   do   you   just   practice   your   pep-talks   in   the   mirror   ,   illuso   does   listen   in   ,   if   you   wanted   to   know.”         words   spoken   matter   of   fact   -   despite   not   knowing   if   they   held   any   truth.      but   knowing   illuso   -   it   was   likely.   

[subrosc]

starter call              /            @starprint​

         if it wasn’t for this dio person,      jotaro is well aware that his current situations would be much different.       firstly,      he’s sure that he would be at home at the moment,       sleeping in his own bed rather than a sleeping bag,       which was a luxury given the situation.        hotels weren’t frequent out here,       and no matter how long it took for them to look to find an appropriate one,       it didn’t seem like they would have much luck,       if the hours they had spent before giving up had said anything to them.         

         so here they were,       laying on the uncomfortably hard ground of the outside.

          when compared to the comfort of home,       and even a hotel,      this was hardly exciting.       it led jotaro to sitting up whilst he was certain the rest of them were fast asleep,       though he wouldn’t pay attention to the possibility of anyone being awake before he forces himself out of the sleeping bag,         heading towards the fire that avdol had set up for them.       hands reaching out in front of him just to gain some warmth from it,         he looks mostly unbothered the moment he hears footsteps behind himself.        he turns to look around and sees joseph,        but looks back away moments later.

           “thought you were asleep.”

[xgodlike]

    the vampire had quite an eye for certain things; to see past what conformed a person & see the potential of growth that each individual possessed but remained dormant unless resolve was found. appearances were merely superficial matters that no longer concerned him unlike they did in the past, when even sign of a scar was deemed as imperfect in his eyes. how curious, he thought, to now bear one around his neck like a crown thorns.

     DIO wasn’t taken aback upon meeting one of his sons, who wasn’t ‘blessed’ with looks, but the contrary. he embraced it, placing a delicate hand upon a sharp cheek before speaking. his voice sweet as honey, soft & tender while maintaining it firm.

    “—i’ve been waiting to finally meet you, my son.”

@starprint​ / ungalo

[jojoingjoseph]

sneaks in here to say i absolutely adore your joseph so so much u__u !!! ❤❤

( iM/??? AFHLFSNJG I ADORE YOUR JOSEPH TOO????? YOURS CATCHES THAT BOYISH SIDE OF HIM SO MUCH?? BUT GOD, THANK YOU. I DIDN’T EXPECT TO BE COMPLIMENTED FOR THIS SHITHEAD MUSE. )

[cheriiaki]

         FOR THE PAST EIGHTTEEN YEARS of the student’s life, sushi had remained a elusive dish to him. So expensive that he could not afford the premium quality they’d serve in restaurants, while store bought sushi seemed somewhat cheap to him on the occassions that his family had it for dinner.

         「  — Wasabi?  」

         BUT IT WAS WHEN THE OTHER INVITED him and the others to have sushi with them, that he was interested. From conversations while travelling with Avdol he had come to know him in many aspects, one being that his favourite food would probably be sushi, so Kakyoin thought, that if Avdol knew what was good, then ofcourse it was going to be amazing.

         「  Yeah, I’m okay with wasabi. Just kill me ——  」

         EIGHTTEEN YEARS OF USING WASABI to battle the lack of good flavours in the supermarket sushi they’d eat when they’d celebrate something, made him sound so confident about adding a lot of wasabi to what he ordered, not noticing the mistake he had made.

         @starprint​ // avdol // starter call

[hopingforjustice]

@starprint said: ❤︎ You are my favorite writer of your muse. There’s so much more I want to send but mObile sjdbd you seem really chill and I can’t wait to write with you for a v long time 💕 anonymous impressions.  /  accepting.

GWYN! Oh my god you make me speechless now, this is so beautiful and sweet and kind! I mean, you are super talented and write so many different muses so naturally that it amazes me every single time? Knowing that you like my humble little blog so much honestly makes my jaw drop. You are always sweet to me and I hope to be able to write with you more and more because reading you is already on my agenda for sure! 💖

[stcndsadvcnture]

@starprint​ asked:  ♨︎ you seem really chill and I can’t wait to start writing with you!

impressions meme || accepting

      <3 <3 <3 Look, I can’t WAIT to start writing with you either!! And yeah, look i’m HELLA chill lmao, i’ve been doing this so long i’m just here and vibing and trying to write and interact with people. You seem really chill too