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[embers-burning-bright]

i always get so "aw man" when im ID'd for something, as if im not dressed like a 15 year old edgelord

[lukeevangelista]

imagine vince streaming and you walk into whatever room he’s in wearing only his shirt and he. can’t. take. his. eyes. off. of. you. and his viewers are either giving him shit or just flat out confused when he ends the stream just to spend time with you

Shirt - V. Dunn

Coming back with a draft I’ve been holding onto for a little bit <3 enjoy

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You crawled out of bed, Vince’s tshirt from the night before gracing your body as you heard his voice echoing up the stairs.

Slowly walking down the stairs, you heard his voice getting louder and louder as he continued to yell at Sammy and some of the other boys, who you assumed he was playing with.

You hit the bottom step when you heard him let out a ‘ah fuck’, signaling he had died; once again.

“Another round? You really want to get killed again?” You heard him chuckle into his headset as his eyes slowly looked over at you as you reached up into the cabinet to grab a glass to fill with water.

His eyes quickly left your body as he started up another round. You walked over to where he was sitting, standing beside him, but out of the camera view.

“Dude what the hell?” Vince shouted as he died, his attention on you; him suddenly not caring about the game that was dancing across his two monitors.

His chat was suddenly flooded about how he was playing like shit in the last few minutes and how the others were kicking his ass.

He pointed out a few comments as they came in while the round was finishing, making comments back as the boys quickly went to start up another round, but Vince had other ideas.

He muted the mic as he watched you walk towards the couch, his shirt gracing your body, “Is that my shirt?” He asked, already knowing the answer to his question.

Of course it was his shirt. Matter of fact, it was his dress shirt that went with the suit he was wearing the night before. He remembered how it felt feeling your hands taking it off his body after the game- of course he recognized the shirt- and the very thought had him wanting to shut down the stream immediately and drag you back to bed to relive last night’s activities.

An notification popped up on the screen to alert him that he’d died.

Yet again and this time, you were the one to blame.

You sat on the couch just out of view of the camera but in his perfect line of sight- his eyes catching you over the top of his monitors, but for some reason, he couldn’t remove his eyes from your figure as a beep came through his headphones, signaling another round was fixing to start.

It wasn’t like you were doing anything particularly sexy, and maybe that was the frustrating part. Just by existing, he was ready to toss his headphones and jump your bones.

You were scrolling on your phone when you bit your lip and laughed at something under your breath. A few seconds later, you laughed again and threw your head back, exposing the marks he left on your neck last night that trailed from your neck down to your chest where they peaked out from the collar of his unbuttoned shirt.

Another notification popped up on his screen to signal that he died.

Perfect.

While his chat was screaming at him for sucking ass the entire time, all he could focus on was getting you back in bed. He bid a quick goodbye and ended the stream before tossing his headphones aside and striding over to you.

“Done already?” You asked as you felt his hands grabbing at you, pulling you to your feet; his hands caressing almost every inch of your body.

“Shut up.” he said as he kissed you. “Bedroom, now.”

[bitchimasnake-sss]

and then, it got better ft. choso kamo!

this the 03 part to my continued series! you can check the 01, 02 parts first, if you haven't already! this is very long but i'm pretty happy with it lol.

set-up: your academic rival friend (???) and you have been fooling around for the past two months. but maybe the feelings have built enough to come spilling out? (note: the characters haven't had penetrative sex before the events of this part, they've done other stuff!)

warnings: PORN WITH PLOT!! nsfw includes fingering, penetration, dirty talk, overstimulation, degradation and praise (what a heavenly combo), blowjob, in public (i wrote everything because... idk what to tell you. i wanted a grand finale to the story.)

"choso fuuck—" you forced open your eyes, just to see grey, cemented, soulless walls of the basement parking over the steering wheel.

you were perched on his lap, facing the other cars lined up neatly. your top hiked up to expose your barely bra-clad tits and your skirt had been hastily shoved up so that he could work against your cunt with ease. you were sure your panties were somewhere on the carpeted floor but you didn't care.

or more like you couldn't.

not with the way his fingers moved in and out of you. not with the way his somewhat strained breaths fluttered over your exposed neck. his hard-on dug against the curve of your ass as his knees kept your legs wide-apart.

"oh my god" your voice hitched up as you felt a familiar tension brewing in the pit of your stomach. you closed your eyes again, chewing on your bottom lip, "fuck fuck fUCK, ugh chos-"

"you're gettin' too loud." his palm flattened against your mouth, trapping the breathless moans between his hands and the vicinity of his car. as his fingers pistoled in and out of you at a practiced rate, your back arched and your voice trembled against his skin. you dug your head deeper into his chest as the hand on your mouth finally slid down to your clit. his fingers rubbed over your puffy nub and you melted into him, "ch-osoo ngh~ fuck fuck fuck."

"come on, almost there." he cooed in your ear, going faster with the movement of his slender fingers. his digits brushed past your soft spot the same second as he pressed down on your clit. and you came undone.

your body trembled and shook. and his palms softly ran over your thighs, soothing you. once you caught your breath, his hands pulled your tshirt downwards to cover your chest. choso then pressed a chaste kiss to your sweaty forehead, "good girl. wasn't so hard was it?"

you groaned, turning your face around to tuck it against his chest. the embarrassment of letting him fuck you in his car, a few minutes before you were to go see your friends crept up your throat. and you groaned again.

"what?" when he laughed, and the vibrations set your body alight. you looked up at him and his face was flushed too. a red blush was resident behind his tattooed nose and cheeks. beads of sweat lingered on his hairline and trailed downwards his jaw and neck, disappearing behind the collar of his tshirt.

your breath was strained, legs shook. your bottom lip hurt from the amount of time you had bitten down on it to quieten yourself down. your back was so sweaty and the car was impossibly hot.

"you're such an ass." you managed to say once you had caught your breath. climbing off of him, you made your way to sit down on the passenger seat.

"am i?" he replied back innocently. his eyes followed your figure as you made yourself comfortable against the leather seats.

"yes, you are." your fingers reached upwards and brought the sun visor down. you peered at your own reflection in the small mirror and mumbled, "we have to literally go see our friends in ten minutes."

"i know. but you were the one who started the teasing, not me. anyways, think we can squeeze in another round before—"

"—choso." you warned, "i asked you to drive us to the mall. didn't ask you to park your car in the parking lot and do that."

"you weren't complaining two minutes ago."

you glared at his simple answers, "i have to redo my make-up now."

"huh? why?" his tone was somewhere between confused and appalled. as if you were ruining his creation.

"why?" you met your own eyes in the mirror. your lip gloss was smudged, spread messily around your lips. your base had gotten ruined due to the sweat. you sighed before looking back at him, "do you not see my face?"

"yeah, so pretty." he shrugged, bending down to pick up your discarded undergarment. instead of handing it back to you, he mindlessly shoved the fabric into the pocket of his jeans.

"pervert." you crossed your arms over your chest haughtily. then sighed, "do you want them all to find out that we're fucking? even yuuji and sukuna are meeting up with us today."

"sukuna canceled."

when you sat before him, unimpressed, the raven-haired shut his mouth and nodded. both of you knew that when you both finally left the basement to go to up, you'd find your friends. your friends cause choso practically hung out with nobody except his brothers (mostly yuuji, 'cause sukuna was a brat busy doing whatever evil shit that delinquents do).

the hangout was nobara's idea.

once she was done teasing you immensely over the fact that choso texted you (and you had texted back), she proposed the idea that you should all hangout. nothing huge. just you and your friends (yuuta, maki, nobara) and choso. but then nobara asked choso to invite someone and he invited yuuji and sukuna. and then yuuji invited some other sulky boy named megumi (who was apparently gojo sensei's son).

so what was a chill bowling session between four friends turned into this huge get-together.

you wouldn't be surprised if gojo sensei showed up to drop off his son and stayed there with you guys. he was weird like that. sometimes, you wondered if he had no friends.

eitherways, nobody knew you and choso were fucking around (atleast, not so regularly). you chose not to tell your friends cause you knew how obsessed nobara gets whenever somebody's love life is involved. so, for all your friends knew, you and choso were just talking. definitely not finger-fucking in his car five minutes before you both showed face.

"so, well." choso cleared his throat, "fix your face. then you can go on before me, i'll join you guys like five-ten minutes later?"

you nodded, half-looking at his raging boner. then, you pulled out the pack of make-up wipes from your purse.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

"you look so cute!" nobara grinned as you walked upto her. everyone else was here (except choso and sukuna).

"you too." you laughed when she struck a pose and said thankyou. maki rolled her eyes at the redhead's actions and yuuta was too busy checking his phone. probably waiting for rika to respond. they both got into a fight over something or the other.

"you're megumi right?" you looked over the sulky boy. he seemed a bit out of place but yuuji stuck by his side. it's as if the pink-haired boy's overtly welcoming aura was to combat megumi's black-hole of emo-ness. you smiled at the two boys, "nice to meet you both."

"i'm surprised gojo sensei isn't here." nobara sighed, "almost thought he'd stay back after dropping you, 'gumi."

"trust me, it was very hard to convince him to just go home." the sullen boy admitted casually, "but he's a good reminder that i should make some friends unless i wanna be like him at 30."

"how long till choso is here?" maki asked, looking straight at you.

consciously you pulled your hands to the back of your neck, "don't know—"

"—i'll call and ask." the pink-haired jock spoke up, excusing himself to dial his brother.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

you groaned as the bowling ball swerved sideways and fell into the gutter. pulling your eyes at the screen above, you saw a 0 register next to your name.

"this game is so stupid." you huffed as maki got ready for her turn. yuuji nodded his head solemnly, "i agree right?! it's like it makes no sense."

"it makes sense itadori. you just have terrible hand-eye coordination." megumi bit back lazily, "which is weird, cause you're the goddamn quarterback."

"hey, haven't you heard?" yuuji— the boy who had managed to hit three bowling pins in the past two rounds— pouted. "you can either be good at bowling or sex."

choso cleared his throat as he picked up the ball for his turn. he was second in lead with maki closely trailing behind and yuuta before him. nobara's lips curled upwards mercilessly after hearing yuuji's hypothesis, "does that mean choso sucks in bed?"

maybe you were imagining it, but you felt as if all eyes were you. thankfully, yuuta snapped everyone out of it by loudly declaring that it was his turn.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

the game was over.

yuuta won, maki came in second and megumi third. choso (who was leading at first, and somehow stop performing as well after yuuji's statement) was fourth. yuuji was last.

you all had decided to get some lunch. so, you had come to this mexican restaurant. your phone dinged as you shoved a complementary nacho chip in your mouth. you picked up the phone just to see a text from choso: meet me in front of the bathroom.

you quickly shut off your phone, paranoid that somebody would see. then you excused yourself. trotting outside of the restaurant, you passed by multiple stores before you took a sharp right turn and went into the hallway that led to the bathrooms. you stood there confused for a second before a hand whisked you into a tight closet. your eyes widened and you suppressed a yelp as your eyes got used to the dark and you saw choso peering at you, handsome as ever.

"what—" but his lips were on your neck, kissing down softly. you leaned into his chaste kisses, "choso~ do-don't leave marks, somebody will see."

he hummed against your throat, licking where he kissed you. your hands wrapped in his hair and you softly played with the strands and he licked downwards to your collarbone.

he called out your name, "you gotta pay me back."

you hummed in confusion but he turned you around so that his back was against the wall. he silently plead and you slowly bent down. your knees rested over the cool marble floor as you teased his hard dick over the pants.

he groaned out your name, "don't tease. we don't have forever."

"oops" you have him a teasing smile and undid the button and zipper of his jeans. you pulled the pants down his hard-on was in front of you. taking the dick in your hand, you gently slapped it over your lips.

but choso was having none of your games. his fingers weaved between your hair and he pushed your face forward so as to bully his dick past your lips. his hands guided your face inwards, forcing you to take as much as you could in one go.

your eyes clouded over and you felt familiar wetness pooling in your core. the whole ordeal made your gut twist in excitement. the way he was fucking your face, using you as his favourite toy. the way his voice hitched up before it fell into a low rumble. the way you could hear people pass you by, going to the washroom at the end of the hallway. all if it made the sticky liquid pool up in your core and trail downwards to your thigh.

you fingers found your clit and you rubbed the bundle of nerves as he bobbed your face up and down. you moved you fingers with the pace of his hips against your face. and you hummed helplessly around his cock when your body became sensitive to your own touches.

"such a slut." he whispered, looking down at you with mock amusement, "look at you. getting off of the fact that i'm fucking your pretty face."

your pussy clenched around nothing and you shivered. he took the response of your body to go faster. to drag your mouth over his throbbing cock faster and faster till you could feel it twitching in your mouth.

"ch—choso" you mumbled over his dick and he threw his head back. "yeah, angel. like that. keep moaning 'round my fucking dick."

"n-ngh ugh~" your hips bucked to your own touches. the fleeting, soft touches of your finger on your clit made you moan louder around him.

without warning, you felt his dick twitch and a salty liquid coated your mouth. you swallowed down, as you had many times over and looked up at him. he guided your face back and you let go of his cock with a pop. you mewled as he pushed his thumb in your mouth. "are you gonna cum?"

you nodded and he gave you a sadistic smile, "slut. go on, cum for me."

it was too much.

you closed you eyes and focused on his thumb in your mouth. your tongue lapped over his finger and you shivered as your lower half writhed. your fingers playing against your cunt even as you gushed and clenched around nothing.

"fuck it." he whispered. and before you knew what was happening, he dragged you up and pinned you face-first to the wall. your ass jutted out towards him and he pulled your leg back to get easier access to your soaking pussy.

swiping his finger against you slick, he whispered in your ear, "i'm sorry. i wanted to fuck you nice and proper. but, i can't wait."

"you get me right? let me fuck you, please." he took the slick-coated finger and shoved it into your mouth, making you hum around your own sweet nectar. meanwhile, his hands guided his fat dick to tease you at the entrance. you mewled as he pushed the mushroom tip into your impatient hole and then brought it out, choosing to nudge your swollen clit instead.

his hot breath fanned over your throat, "you'd let me fuck you, right baby?"

you nodded feverishly, still sucking on his digits.

"good girl." he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, then another. then another. as he slowly pushed his dick inside your pulsing hole. his cock filled you out inch by inch and he kept pressing kisses as to make-up for any discomfort. soon, he was fully sheathed inside of you. he whispered again, "i'm gonna fuck you raw. god. look at the way- fuck." he breathed hard, "look at the way you're sucking off my cock."

he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and pulled your jaw back so that you could look at him. "do you want me to fuck you?"

you moaned and nodded as he punctuated the sentence with a harsh roll of his hip against yours.

"words." he growled, growing impatient.

"plea-please choso." your eyes glossed over as you stared into his dark ones, "fuck me hard."

silently, his fingers travelled down your jaw and rested on your throat. he squeezed down and your pussy clamped over his dick in response. he groaned and started moving. you were so wet that his dick could move in and out of your pussy as if he had fucked you enough times till he could perfectly fit you.

his veiny walls dragged against yours and your eyes rolled back. your overstimulated pussy fluttered and clamped down around his dick. and when he guided one of your hands over your own clit, you cried out in pleasure.

he traced your clit using your own soft fingers. you mewled and slumped forward, against the wall. but he stayed relentless. his hips moved front and back, dragging his dick in and out of you. his fingers forced yours to keep rubbing tight circles around your pulsating clit. one particular thrust and he rubbed his tip against your soft spot.

you almost went blind.

"choso choso cho— fuck fuck, my god—" you huffed, eyes screwed shut, fingers forced to play with your sensitive nub. your hips backed into his and he pressed his hand down tighter against your throat.

"—fucking god. you. you're driving me insane." he grunted, snapping his hips against yours even more forcefully, "god, i cannot wait to fucking fill you up. fuck you again 'n 'gain till you lose your mind. i'm gonna bend you over in that classroom and fuck you till the whole uni knows you're mine."

he pulled your hair harshly and you yelped, "want that, you want that, right baby?"

you nodded again and he pressed his other hand over yours, pressing down harshly on your clit, "good. my fucking slut. getting fucked in public. what else do you want?"

"y-you" you babbled mindlessly as the pleasure took over your body.

he pulled your hair again, "other than me?"

"no-nothing else~ fuck." your pussy clenched around him and your thighs shook as an orgasm took you under.

"nothing else?" he grunted, "good." the grunt turned into a soft moan, helpless and weak as your pussy kept fluttering against him. he slightly slumped against you, his thrusts growing sloppy, "i'm gonna cum—"

"—inside." you babbled, "'m on the pill."

"fuck—" the warm load filled you up as soon as you uttered the permission. his shallow thrusts slowed down till he stopped completely. he rested his forehead against your back. his breath was strained and your entire body was hot.

slowly, he pulled out and moaned softly as he saw his cum seep out of your still fluttering hole. he gently turned you around, wrapping his arms around your body. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, "you're too pretty."

"—choso." you shoved your face into his clothed chest. and you were sure the makeup residue will be visible against the black tee. he pulled pants up, zipping them. then he sorted out your disheveled clothes.

"hey," he whispered once he was done, unsure of his voice. when you looked up at him, he leaned down. taking your jaw softly in his hands, he pressed his lips to yours. you brought your hands to his cheek, holding him as you kissed him back. when you both separated, you both were out of breath.

"i'm sorry." he mumbled, guilt dancing in his gaze, "i should have asked you out on a proper date and—"

but you kissed him again. softly. as light as a feather. you smiled up at him, "this was perfect."

he sighed, looking away from you, "no it wasn't. i-i just fucked you in a supply closet for our first time."

"well, this entire thing started because i wanted to fuck your brains out and get ahead of you in class." you winced at the situation, "so, i think it is a fair first time given our circumstances."

"wait," his eyes widened, "for real? you actually came to fuck me to—"

"— to come first in class, yeah." you sighed, "nobara's idea. she thought i could fuck you dumb. or something."

"ofcourse she thought so." he laughed. "why did you think that would work? i've wanted to fuck you since we took that first class together. if anything, i was relieved when it happened."

you looked up at him, surprised, "what?"

you replied easily, somewhat confused by your question, "didn't i tell you the first time you sucked my dick? that i've wanted this for so long?"

"i thought that was just dirty talking!"

"huh??" he blinked, "no. i actually have wanted to do this. like for a long, long time."

"why didn't you ask me out then!? i've wanted this for a long time too."

"well... i mean" he bit the inside of his cheek, "like... i dunno? i thought you'd notice me if i came first in all the exams all the time."

you looked up at him in disbelief, "you decided to study your ass off to come first just cause you wanted me to notice you? and eventually, fuck you?"

he shrugged, "it worked, didn't it? took us two years, but it worked."

well, he was right. good luck to you and your weird boyfriend friend <3

(ofc your friends teased you and choso relentlessly once you went back to the restaurant. yuuji couldn't meet his older brother's eyes and you are pretty sure megumi vowed to never make any new friends cause you guys were so weird. but hey, atleast it was a pretty good fuck session.)

a/n: this concludes my choso series!! would you guys wanna see such short story thingies for other characters (i have one written out for yuuji already lol). thankyou so much for reading this!! hope you enjoyed, as always <3 if you have any ideas for other characters, please do send in a request! tagging (so many people lol): @fawngizzl @tobios-posts @enesitamor @seaweed-empire @little-art-addiction @milkysuck @somejojofanlol @liiiacke @kamoslut @rkiveinmarvel

[senp1i]

(G)-Idle Yuqi x Male reader

Words: 4175 req: @dav1233555

The deafening screams and cheers of the fans were still ringing in Yuqi's ears as she finally staggered off stage, her members similarly buzzing with adrenaline energy around her. 

But despite the adrenaline still pumping through her blood, the person on Yuqi's mind in this moment wasn't one of her G-IDLE members, or even her fans...it was him - her boyfriend who she hadn't seen in months thanks to their conflicting schedules and due to her world tour.

She had resigned herself to their usual lengthy separation after shows, only able to stay connected through short, delayed phone calls and video chats. It was the new normal when you both had demanding careers in different countries. But then yesterday he texted, out of the blue that he flew out and would be at this Seoul show to surprise her, and Yuqi hadn't stopped smiling since.

Weaving through the organised backstage chaos, she scanned the crowds of staff urgently, not even bothering to change yet. Where was he? Her stomach fluttered with a mixture of anxiety and nerves. What if she misunderstood and he wasn't actually...

And then she spotted him - leaning casually against a concrete wall looking unfairly hot in dark jeans and a black tshirt that hugged his tall, bulky frame. He was watching her approach with that smile she had missed for months, the one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners like a crescent moon  and her heart skips several beats.

"Oh my god!, you're actually here!" Yuqi squealed, launching herself at him recklessly. Strong arms caught her, spinning her in a circle as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She was dimly aware of people probably staring, but she didn't care one bit.  Laughing, he set her down gently. "Of course I'm here baby! You didn't think I would miss your show in Seoul did you?" His large hands lingered on her hips, thumbs just barely grazing the strip of bare skin between her “tank top” and leather pants.

"Ahem!" 

The unexpected loud throat clearing jolted them back to semi-coherent reality. Breaking apart awkwardly, Yuqi felt her cheeks flame as she met the dancing backup singer's amused smirk. Whoops. 

"Maybe we should continue this somewhere more private?" Y/N suggested, equally red if not more but his eyes still heated. Yuqi quickly agreed, grabbing his hand to lead him away before they scared any other staff members.

They bid goodbye to her members, who sent them off with eyebrow waggles and whistles. Soyeon made some cheeky comment about using protection that Yuqi pointedly ignored. There were more important things on the brain right now, like fucking her boyfriend into the next life….

The sexually charged tension from earlier snapped back instantly once alone in the car. Yuqi just couldn't keep her hands to herself - after being deprived of his touch for so long, she desperately needed to feel him. Starting innocently on his thigh, her hand wandered higher each red light, loving his sharp inhales when she "accidentally" touched the front of his jeans.

"Fuck..." he choked out, grabbing her wrist before she made contact. "Behave, unless you want me to wreck this rental..." 

Yuqi just bit her swollen bottom lip, eyes dancing, this was going to be fun...

By some miracle they arrived at her apartment intact. They barely shut the front door before crashing together again like magnets. Clothes disappeared rapidly between sloppy kisses. His shirt hit the floor, followed by her half-zipped leather pants stumbling down the hall. Falling sideways onto the unmade bed finally skin to skin, all remaining rational thoughts out the window. 

Propping himself up on one elbow, he allowed himself a long appreciative look at the gorgeous naked woman before him. From her flushed face and kiss-bitten lips, over smooth collar bones to perky round tits peaked in lust, down the feminine curve of her waist to those sexy black lace panties...

His heated gaze snapped back up to meet her own wandering one, catching her shamelessly ogling the bulge in his tented boxers. He smirked.

"Enjoying the view, baby?" 

"Mmhmm..." Yuqi purred, shifting closer until her lips just barely grazed the shell of his ear. 

"Though I think you're still a bit overdressed down there..." 

Not needing any further encouragement, she wrapped one delicate hand around his considerable length through the thin fabric - hard as steel and already leaking in anticipation. Groaning, his head dropped back against the sheets at that first tantalising contact.

"Fuck, I missed you," he grit out. Surging up to capture her grinning lips again, he kissed her deeply, tongues sliding. His hands slid down to grip her lace-covered ass, hauling her tighter against him until she could feel every hard ridge of cock. 

Breaking their heated lip-lock with a gasp as one thick finger slipped unexpectedly under those panties to drag through her slick folds, Yuqi's eyes fluttered closed. 

"Oh yes, just like that..."

Easily sliding first one, then a second digit into her welcoming heat, he watched in a haze as she began to slowly fuck herself on his hand. Shoving those same fingers upwards, he simultaneously rubbed her swollen clit, smirking when her inner walls instantly clenched tighter at the dual sensations. 

"Fuck baby you're dripping...Can't wait to feel this tight little pussy squeezing my cock again." The gravelly words against her ear made a more slick gush, drenching his pumping fingers. 

"Mmm what's...ah!...stopping you?" She managed to gasp out between moans. The delicious tension coiled tighter and tighter in her core, right on the brink...

And then suddenly, maddeningly he withdrew his fingers. Snapping her eyes open, she whined in frustrated protest - but then caught the positively horny glint in his hooded gaze. Maintaining eye contact, he slowly, deliberately brought those slick fingers to his mouth. A deep groan rumbled in his broad chest as he licked them clean of her juices.

"Mm delicious as always, baby. But it would be a damn shame if this ended too quickly..." 

With unfair ease he flipped them so she was on her back, caged between strong arms. Reflexively Yuqi spread her legs in blatant invitation, aching and empty. But instead of lining himself up, he shifted downwards. Large hands pushed her thighs further apart, baring her glistening pussy. 

"I think you deserve a reward first for that killer show tonight..." 

Yuqi barely processed his husky promise before she felt the soft heat of his tongue drag firmly from her leaking entrance up to circle her aching clit. 

"Oh fuck!" Her fingers instantly tangled almost painfully in his hair, hips bucking. Humming approvingly at her reaction, he gripped her waist with steely strength to hold her still. 

"Been way too fucking long since I got to properly taste this pretty pussy..."

Then he dove back in with shameless enthusiasm, alternating broad licks with tight circles concentrated right around her swollen clit. Yuqi saw literal stars behind her clenched eyelids. When he sealed his lips around that straining bundle of nerves to suck firmly, she nearly convulsed right off the bed. 

"Yes yes yes just like that oppa!" she heard herself babbling mindlessly. The filthy endearment she knew drove him wild always slipped out unfiltered in moments like this. As expected, his answering groan reverberated straight to her clenching core. So close...

But once again, just before she toppled over the cliff's edge into oblivion, he stopped. Sitting back on his heels with a smug grin that she wanted to slap off his handsome face. 

"Fucking TEASE!" she accused in a breathless whine, chest heaving as she kicked his chest gently. His chuckle came out strained, cock visibly throbbing almost angrily behind those damned boxers.

"Now now, watch that naughty mouth babygirl..." He mock scolded. When she just scowled, he arched an eyebrow. 

"What do good girls say?"

Huffing at the game but deciding to play along, Yuqi relaxed back against the sheets, letting her thighs fall open in unmistakable invitation. Biting her lower lip coyly, she met his darkening gaze through her lashes. 

"Please make me cum with your cock oppa..." she whispered. 

His lips crashed back to hers roughly. "That's my good girl," he rasped when they finally broke for air. Gripping her hips hard enough to leave fingertip bruises, he guided his painfully swollen length through her slick folds before sinking into her sloppy heat. Their twin groans echoed loudly in the room.

"Fuckkk you feel even better than I remember baby," he praised through gritted teeth, buried to the hilt inside her silken pussy. Restraint evident in every quivering muscle, he gave her a moment to adjust while she revelled at having this part of him back where he belonged. 

Propping himself up on forearms braced on either side of her head, he began a slow retreat. Their heated gazes locked, both holding breath...Only to gasp it back out sharply as he snapped his hips forward, filling her completely again. Yuqi saw literal stars at the perfect angle dragging along her g-spot.

"Oh yes, just like that oppa!" 

Needing no further encouragement he quickly built an aggressive rhythm - almost  brutal snap of his hips punctuated by the lewd sound of skin slapping on skin. Interspersed with their mingling moans and curses were wet noises from her sopping pussy greedily swallowing every vein-lined inch again and again. 

Fingers tangling almost too-tightly in her fanned black hair, he claimed her bitten lips in a messy clash of tongues and teeth. Breaking away with a gravelly groan, his head dropped to mouth wetly at the slender column of her arched throat. 

"Fuck you take me so well Yuyu... Gonna make you cum so hard on my cock." 

She could only mewl affirmatively, nails raking red trails down his flexing back at each punishing plunge. Tilting her hips up sharply, she eagerly met his every thrust, inner tension coiling impossibly tight. So fucking close...

Sensing her impending release, he shifted angles - somehow hitting even deeper. One large hand left her hair to slip between their sweat-slick bodies, fingers instantly finding her neglected clit to rub hard, fast circles in time with his pounding hips.

"Be a good girl and cum for oppa..." he commanded, pinching the swollen nub ruthlessly. That bit of pain/pleasure pushed her shrieking over the edge - cunt spasming violently around his relentless cock still hammering into her throughout the endless pulses of ecstasy. 

Vision whiting out, Yuqi was only vaguely aware of his gravelly praises murmured against her temple as she slowly floated back down. 

"So fucking gorgeous when you cum baby..." 

She mewled when he carefully withdrew his still rock-hard length, her sensitive walls fluttering around sudden emptiness. But he kept her thighs cradled open, massaging the trembling muscles soothingly. 

"Think you can give me another sweet girl?" His cock prodded just barely back inside her sopping entrance, teasing them both. Still breathing hard, Yuqi managed to nod eagerly. 

"Want you...to cum inside me next," she affirmed huskily. That lusty glint returning tenfold, he surged back into her welcoming heat with a loud groan. 

"Fuck yes... Take this cock just like that."

Her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, nails biting in with each pleasurable drag along her sensitised walls. When he made to pull out again, she locked her ankles behind his thrusting ass - keeping him buried balls deep. 

Breaking their messy kiss with an approving chuckle, he carefully flipped them without severing their intimate connection. Now straddling his hips, Yuqi braced both hands on his chiselled chest as she began working her still-trembling thighs to ride him. Slowly at first, loving the delicious stretch of her stuffed pussy around his girth. 

But soon she built up eager speed, tits jiggling wildly with each rise and fall. His large hands anchored bruisingly on her waist, guiding each slick slide along his entire length. The lewd sound of their coupling filled the room.

"Fuck yes, just like that Yu. Ride my cock..." One hand left her hip to roughly palm a bouncing tit, pinching her tightened peak. Whimpering as sparks shot straight down, she ground her hips tighter. So deep... Chasing that peak again she slipped one hand between them, finding her swollen clit and rubbing urgent circles around the sensitive nub. 

Imminent orgasm rolled hot at her core for the second time. Leaning down without losing rhythm, her lips found his ear. 

"M'close again oppa," she panted, clenching teasingly along his thickness. "I want you to fill me up with your cum..." 

His answering groan sounded pained, cock jerking inside her. His bruising grip yanked her down hard once, twice more before she felt the hot pulses of his release coat her fluttering inner walls. That sensation tipped her over too - cunt spasming erratically around him, drawing out every drop as she moaned her climax. 

Chests heaving, Yuqi collapsed against him, their mixed juices already seeping onto his thighs. His softening cock slipped free and she hummed at the loss. Propping up slightly to meet his dazed eyes, she deliberately dragged two fingers through the slippery combination of their orgasms before bringing them to her puffy lips. Maintaining eye contact, she licked them clean with a tiny moan.

"Mmm delicious oppa." Ignoring his halfhearted swat for her teasing, she giggled against his neck placatingly. 

After a few moments catching their breath, he gently manoeuvred her Jello-like limbs off him towards the bathroom. Under the warm spray he carefully cleaned every inch of her thoroughly used body himself. The loving tenderness made Yuqi's chest squeeze almost painfully. She wished they could stay in this little bubble together indefinitely, ignoring the outside world...

But eventually prune-like fingers made them move from the cooling water. Towelling off, Yuqi noticed the mess of clothes still thrown haphazardly from front door to bed. Slipping into his discarded tshirt like a micro dress, she padded towards the kitchen to whip up some food. 

They cooked a simple pasta dish together, conversation flowing easily about everything and nothing. His arms wrapped around her from behind while tomatoes simmered or noodles boiled, chin hooking casually over her shoulder. Unable to resist, Yuqi tilted her head giving him access to nip and suck marks along the curve of her neck. Things nearly got derailed onto the kitchen floor at one point. 

Later stuffed full of oily pasta, they collapsed sideways on her couch not even bothering to get dressed yet. Half paying attention to some drama rerun, Yuqi drew nonsensical patterns across his bare chest with a fingernail. The occasional rumble of his laughter vibrated against her cheek where it lay tucked under his arm. Everything just felt so right. 

As the moonlight fading towards early sunrise outside though, reality began creeping back in. Stomach sinking, Yuqi realised she had no idea how long they actually had left together before...

"When does your flight leave?" She tried to keep her tone light despite the sudden ache blooming behind her ribs. His sigh ruffled her hair. 

"9am." Glancing at her phone screen, she calculated barely 5 hours now remained in their little haven. Sensing her mood shift, he hugged her tighter against his side. 

"It's not goodbye forever though, okay Yuyu? I'll visit again as soon as I can get more time off work, I promise. We'll figure this out." 

Still she had to bite her lip hard to keep sudden tears at bay. Sucking in a deep breath, she sat up abruptly before the dark thoughts could take hold. Grabbing his hand off her waist, she fixed a cheeky grin on her face.

"Well no point moping about it now huh? We've still got a few hours left to enjoy!" Not giving him a chance to react, she dragged him stumbling back towards the rumpled bed, already shrugging his oversized tee off one shoulder...

Over the next hours they proceeded to make more thorough use of every surface of her apartment, switching positions and places continuously. By silent mutual agreement, they didn't speak about his leave again, choosing to stay locked in each other's eyes or connected by roaming mouths and hands instead. Committing every muffled moan and pleasured gasp to memory for the next lonely stretch that loomed ahead.

All too soon however, the dreaded alarm on her phone shrilly announced it was time. A heavy silence surrounded the bedroom where they lay tangled up, hearts still racing from their last frantic fuckery not even 10 minutes prior. 

As if putting it off could somehow stop the inevitable, they lingered longer under the sheets sharing soft, slow kisses. But his return flight wouldn't wait, responsibilities in another country calling insistently. So finally with a deep sigh he untangled their limbs and rose to gather scattered clothes. Yuqi couldn't bring herself to move yet, just watching silently with the sheet held over her bare boobs. 

Once dressed, her Y/N, sat back on the edge of the mattress, fingers combing gently through her tangled hair. 

"Come on baby, don't look at me like that," he cajoled softly. "This isn't forever, just a few more months."

Yuqi bit her lip, trying and failing to force a smile. His warm palm cupped her cheek, thumb swiping away a stray tear before it could fall. 

"Promise you'll video chat me the minute you land?" she asked in a small voice. He smiled gently. 

"Of course. And I'll be back to visit again before you know it." Ducking his head, he kissed her tenderly. "Wild horses couldn't keep me away for too long."

A moment passes as they stare at each others eyes, lost, "I love you, you know..." The whispered words blurt out before she could second guess them. It was the first time either had actually voiced the emotion out loud. His answering smile practically lit up the room.

"I love you too," he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing. Happiness bubbled up Yuqi's chest and she dragged him down into a slick kiss. 

Too soon though, her phone alarm blared again, signalling it was time to depart for the airport. With a reluctant sigh he gently extracted her clinging limbs from around his shoulders. 

"C'mon baby, don't make this harder," he chided without any real heat. Shouldering his backpack, he kept an arm wrapped securely around her waist as they made their way out to the idling taxi. The ride passed in near silence, her hand clinging almost desperately to his larger one the whole way.

At the busy terminal, he checked his bag through to the gate before turning to properly say goodbye. Yuqi fiddled anxiously with the hem of his shirt hanging around her thighs - the nearest thing to a security blanket for when he was gone. Sensing her distress, he tucked a knuckle under her chin, tipping her face up.

"Hey, no more tears okay? This is just see you later." lowering his head he kissed her sweetly. When they separated, Yuqi took a deep breath and fixed a teasing pout on her face. 

"Fine. But you better keep your promise to video chat me the minute you land, mister." She accentuated the warning with a playful poke to his chest. He barked out a laugh.

"Yes ma'am. Though with the time difference it might be pretty late."

"Don't care," Yuqi insisted stubbornly. "I'll keep my phone volume all the way up. I expect your handsome face on my screen bright and early." 

Overhead the boarding call for his flight crackled through the intercom. Glancing regretfully towards his gate, her boyfriend swept her into one last rib-creaking hug. 

"Last chance to cram me into your suitcase," Yuqi mumbled into his shoulder lamely. His body shook against hers with another sad chuckle. 

"Tempting. But I'd have a hell of a time explaining that to airport security not to mention your members and company." Pulling back, he kissed her forehead lingeringly. "Get home safe baby. I'll call you as soon as I land, I promise."

Nodding, not trusting her voice anymore, Yuqi stepped back out of his embrace. Their joined hands clung together a heartbeat longer before finally slipping free. With one last devastating smile over his shoulder, her boyfriend handed the gate attendant his ticket and disappeared down the boarding tunnel. 

Shoulders slumping, Yuqi slowly meandered her way back out of the airport in a daze, thankfully no one recognized her this early in the morning. She kept glancing instinctively for his tall figure every few yards before the painful reality sank in all over again that he was really gone. The taxi ride back home felt endless, bottom lip raw and bitten between her teeth against the threat of more tears escaping. 

By the time she let herself back into her empty, too-quiet apartment, eyes burning with exhaustion, the glowing screen of her phone read nearly 1 pm stilll no message yet, but she hadn't really expected one. With the lengthy flight plus time difference, it would probably be hours still until he landed and made it through customs. 

Curling up in the centre of her big, cold bed, Yuqi clutched one of his leftover shirts that still smelled faintly of his cologne. She forced her eyes closed, willing sleep to come and temporarily dull the hollow ache in her chest. 

Sometime later she gradually registered the buzz of vibration and a familiar ringtone. Bolting upright, heart suddenly racing, she fumbled to accept the call - not even bothering to check the time. His gorgeous, rumpled face filled the video screen, baseball cap pulled low and flashing that killer sleepy smile. 

"Hey you," he greeted warmly. "Told you I'd call."

"I didn't actually think you'd manage it tonight, isn't it like 3am there or something?" Yuqi asked, unable to keep from mirroring his smile. He shrugged, stifling a yawn. 

"Yeah about that. But I missed you already so I didn't wanna wait 'til morning." 

Her heart swelled two sizes, previous gloom vanishing. They stayed on video chat for nearly an hour just catching each other up and chatting aimlessly. More than once she caught him yawning widely or eyes drifting closed before snapping back alert. 

"Okay babe I better let you get some sleep," Yuqi finally relented, taking pity on his obvious jet lag. He started to protest but she cut him off. "We can talk more later after you get a nap. I'm not going anywhere." 

Nodding reluctantly he blew her a silly kiss through the screen. "Sweet dreams beautiful. Talk to you in a few hours."

Ending the call, Yuqi fell back against her pillows feeling lighter than she had any right to. Nothing had really changed - they were still continents apart just like before. But hearing his voice again and seeing him settle safely back into his own bed made the looming separation more bearable somehow. Snuggling back under the sheet that still smelled faintly of his cologne, she drifted easily off to sleep herself.

Over the next weeks they fell into a familiar routine - daily phone calls or video chats when their schedules aligned, occasional cute selfies or candid snaps throughout work days. The time difference made things tricky but they made it work. 

During one such call about a month later, Yuqi was in the middle of recounting some silly prank Minnie had pulled on Soojin when she noticed him start to shift restlessly. 

"Babe are you even still listening?" she accused, one eyebrow raised. 

"Hmm? Oh yeah, sorry you just...distracted me for a sec," he mumbled, cheeks faintly flushed.

"Oh really? What could possibly be more interesting than my story?" Yuqi challenged.

Clearing his throat, he gave her an uncharacteristically shy smile. "That shirt you're wearing is just really familiar…”

Glancing down, she realised with a start she had subconsciously thrown on his oversized tee that she'd stolen, the hem hitting mid-thigh as she sat cross-legged on the bed. Suddenly she matched his blush.

"Oh! I guess I just grabbed it without thinking when I got dressed earlier..." She trailed off, teeth catching her lower lip. An inviting heat entered her boyfriend's gaze, making her stomach swoop deliciously. 

"Mm I like it," he says nodding . "Maybe flip the camera down and give me a little spin? Remind me what I'm missing..." His voice dropped lower and Yuqi suppressed a shiver...

a/n; not really a fan of gidle, also havent seen any content other than their music so this might be a little... off, sorry about that lol, tho hope u enjoy

[stinkywritin]

somnophilia with changbin

(reupload)

Synopsis: v short v smutty idk what else to tell ya

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI, pwp, consensual somnophelia content, bullet point, top!changbin, bottom!male reader (he/him pronouns used), absolutely no proofreading, implied muscle kink

Smut under the cut

He’s always thought it was hot but he didn’t know if it was something you’d want to try, so he just didn’t bring it up

Cause it’s a lot of trust in someone, LIKE A LOT

Although funny enough (y/n) actually brings it up

And even after dating for almost a year, it still makes (y/n) laugh when he sees how flustered Changbin gets whenever he brings up their sex life outside of the bedroom

Changbin may have an edgier, more badass vibe to him but you knew just how whipped he was for you. He may have big biceps but he has an even bigger heart

He loves to spoil you with affection and craves to always have his hands on you, not just the sexual ways but in general he loved to hold hands, run his hands through your hair, back hug you, put his muscles to work and pick you up to carry you from room to room, etc

From the outside looking in, it appears to be just a regular evening. You and your boyfriend bundled up in bed watching a movie, when you bring up something you’ve always been interested in trying

“Hey binnie?” You mumbled, your grip on your boyfriend’s arm tightening in worry. “Can I ask you about something and promise you won’t judge?”

Changbin pauses the film as he sits up against the headboard, pulling your body up with him so he can face you while he speaks. “(y/n), don’t ever think I’ll judge you negatively, I promise you I will never make fun of you or think of you differently ok?”

You nodded, a small grin appearing on your face that made your boyfriend giggle as he leaned over to press soft kisses to your forehead. “So what did you wanna ask me?” He says between giggles

“You ever heard of somnophilia?” A crimson red appeared on Changbin’s face, not expecting your conversation to switch from sweet to sinful so fast

“Uh-“ Changbin was short circuiting as he tried to form a coherent sentence. “Y-yeah I have, uh, why do you ask?”

You chuckled at his stuttering, outside of the bedroom Changbin was the sweetest and most loveable person, and an even sweeter boyfriend.

Inside the bedroom however, it’s like a switch flips in his brain and all he can think about is pleasing you as much as possible

(y/n) tells him about how much he wants to try this new kink out, all while the blush on Changbin’s face deepens at the thoughts beginning to swirl around in his dirty mind

“I don’t know Binnie it just seems like-“ (y/n) cuts himself off mid sentence, trying to find the right words. “it might be hot? I get it if you don’t want to it’s just an idea I’ve been thinking about recently”

Your sentence was cut off by Changbin roughly pulling your body to sit in his lap, knowing just how much you loved when he man-handled you around

A much darker glint flashes across your boyfriend’s eyes, making the butterflies in your stomach fly around in a muddled mess

“Sweetheart” Changbin’s voice lowerred a couple octaves as he maintained direct eye contact with his boyfriend, his hands slipping under (y/n)’s shirt to trail his fingers against his soft skin

He continues, “of course i want to”

(Y/n)’s chest is pulled forward to press against his boyfriend’s, the collar of his tshirt being pulled to the side so the skin on his neck becomes easier to mark with harsh kisses and even harsher bites

Through your whines and soft groans you whispered in your boyfriend’s ear, “I wanna wake up to you fucking me, please Binnie~”

Both of you fall asleep…eventually, it takes two rounds to tire both of you out

Changbin wakes up to the sound of his alarm but unlike any other morning, this time he’s not entirely annoyed

You’re bundled up underneath the covers and in Changbin’s arms, your back pressed against his chest and your hands interlocked

He notices some of the marks he left on your neck and shoulder last night, the memories of last night flooding his brain and he was already starting to get hard

Then he remembers your guy’s talk

And the boxers he had on suddenly started to feel suffocating

Changbin sneaks a hand out from holding yours, trying to remain silent as not to wake you

His index finger trails down the span of your back before slipping into your underwear, smirking to himself when he realizes you were still decently prepped from the night before

He still reaches under his pillow to get a bottle of lube to pour some on his fingers before he presses his index and middle digits into you, trying his hardest not to wake you up

While your lower body twitched when his fingers grazed your g-spot, your eyes remained shut

You remained asleep while he continued to stretch you further, Changbin could feel your fingertips tightening their grip on his biceps

It didn’t take long for Changbin to grow impatient, quickly pulling out his fingers after a couple minutes of further stretching and swiftly slipping his cock into you

He choked out a low moan as he bottomed out, his hips pressed against your ass while the grip he had on your hips only tightened

Changbin looked over at your sleeping face, he sees your bottom lip fall so your soft sighs could escape

Your eyes were still comfortably shut, even if your hips seemed to subconsciously grind back on your boyfriend’s cock

The painted nails on Changbin’s hands were digging into the skin in your hips, his lips trailing open mouth kisses onto your shoulder

His teeth were grazing the sensitive skin on your neck when you finally awoke

You woke up to your boyfriend who was balls deep in you with one hand on your hip, digging his nails to leave crescent shaped marks and the other hand now starting to stroke your length

You whined as he started paying attention to your hard on, applying pressure from base to tip as he picked up the pace of his hips

(Y/n)’s hand shot up to tangle his fingers in Changbin’s hair, threading the dark brown curls in your hand as you whispered out, “Binnie~”

Changbin was biting the skin and leaving love bites along your neck when you heard him chuckle lowly, “Good morning baby” he whispers into the crook of your neck

His thrusts were slow but the feeling of his cock hitting your prostate repeatedly as his hips slapped against your ass, it made your knees feel like they would turn to jelly at some point

Your cock and Changbin’s hand were covered in your pre-cum, your boyfriend picked up the speed of his thrusts before whispering, “how’d my good boy sleep?”

The pet name truly was the nail in the coffin

The sounds escaping from your mouth made Changbin’s enthused thrusts quicken, his hand movements following

“Did you sleep well?” Changbin’s fingers came up to roughly pull your chin to face him before continuing, “Did I interrupt your dream baby? Do you want me to stop and let you sleep?”

His words were coated with genuine care even though the way he grinded his hips against yours was utterly sinful

“Fuck don’t stop-“ your sentence devolved into a string of incoherent whines at a particularly strong thrust from your boyfriend’s hips, “please don’t stop Binnie I want it so bad”

His hips were flushed against you as he stopped his movements all together, taking the hand that was on your hip and roughly slapping your thigh

“Oh really?” His low voice growled, “beg for me, be a good boy and beg.”

A sob threatened to leave your throat as you started pleading, “Please Binnie give it to me I want it Hyung,” tears were rolling down your face as you begged

After a harsh thrust, Changbin hooked his arm that wasn’t busy stroking your cock around your neck, effectively sandwiching your face between his bicep and forearm

His grip tightened as you came, groaning and rolling your eyes back at the feeling of Changbin finishing deep inside you

He didn’t pull out while he brought his arm down and began softly kissing your shoulder, trying his best to catch his breath

You turn back and capture his lips in a kiss, “mornin’ to you too” you joked

He grumbled as he reclaimed his past hold on your waist, pressing lazy kisses onto the bruises that were starting to form on your neck

You pat your boyfriend’s hand before saying, “get up c’mon the sooner we shower the sooner we can fucking eat!”

This earns you a giggle from your boyfriend before tilts your chin back for a longer, softer kiss that left your heart overflowing with love

Changbin puts so much passion into his kisses, but ESPECIALLY those post-sex smooches will have you questioning whether or not you even want to get out of bed, when you could just…go at it again?

“Round two in the shower?” You joked once that Changbin could read your mind but everyday that joke becomes more and more true.

A/N: yet another reupload because I’m suffering from some serious imposter’s syndrome rn and need some fluffy filth. Cya later - V

[mayakern]

I wmhavent bought any of your shirts bc I live in a colder place so I don't really ever get to wear just a tshirt, so I haven't bought any of your shirts, but I'd definetly buy and wear a Peter pan collar sweatshirt! Awesome to hear you're planning on them

the peter pan collar sweaters are not an outer garment. they’re a spring sweater meant essentially to be wearable in office situations and to be easily layer-able with a cardigan

i don’t have any good quality pictures since we’ve just been working on the prototypes so there’s a lot of stuff that’s wrong here (most notably, we’ve changed the armhole placement, altered torso fit and length, the sweater base will be black, our first round of sweaters won’t include the whale design, and the lace will be different) and i haven’t bothered to take good pictures, but here’s roughly what the sweaters will look like

towards the end of our prototype testing i stopped taking photos and just took videos because we were correcting very specific things, but ive taken a screen shot for you so you can see what the lace will look like

we’re hoping to have preorders ready for these in early january but i’m not 100% yet

our initial designs are going to match the following skirts: bees, microorganisms, rainbow and sycamore

the microorganisms skirt will hit the store dec 14th and the rest of the skirts are either already in the store or getting a restock some time within the next few months

i’ll show yall images of the sweater/collar designs after we get samples. i’m especially excited for the sycamore sweater it’s SO cute 🥺🥺

[nonbinaryaubrey]

pretty muuch everyone in the cast has some minor inconsistencies between their artbook cover artwork, ingame art work, and sprites. (this is INCREDIBLY nitpicky i do not care thaat much.. but still. wanna point it out. also i am DEFINITELY missing things i am not going too in depth here i am soo eepy)

some small examples:

sunny:

in sunny's official artwork, and all of his in game artwork, his vest is completely black, the only time this isnt consistent is in his actual pixel sprite

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Omori:

he has a preeetty simple design? so his never gets too inconsistent. but at times his sock length are changed.

(socks higher up)

(socks lower than the knees)

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Kel:

Obviously, DW!Kels shirt changes constantly between artworks. cant even be annoyed at this one that shirt looks like agony to draw, altho his sprite loses the more pastel coloration.. altho i think this is just kind of a consistent thing with the dw sprites, so i wont point it out much with them.

RW Kel doesnt have.. anything suuuper noticeable ?as far as i can tell. but his sprite and actual artwork definitely have.. inconsistencies (skin tone, along with the stripe on his pants)

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Aubrey:

DW Aubrey doesnt have anything suuper inconsistent i believe? so i wont bring her up. and we have already talked about RW Aubrey. her outfit is. WILLDLY inconsistent between artworks, even in the game itself. (im NOT getting into other official artworks here but . her shoes too i believe tend to not stick too one design)

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Hero:

for DW Hero, just inconsistencies with the stripe thickness, the collar part of his pajamas, and.. whatever the part near the hands are called being either solid white, solid blue, or striped

for RW Hero.. oh boy. His shirt collar

Official artwork (and tag photos) it looks like this ^

in his talk sprite, its still a vneck but with a white stripe

when he saves you from drowning, it looks like this

even his pixel sprites have inconsistencies between eachother

(normal)

(hospital)

good fucking lord man .!!!

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Mari:

not too much with her actually!! main thing is. inconsistencies with her having shoes or not. (if u want a bit in non-in game comparisons, some official art has her dw self wearing socks when in game i dont think shes ever shown wearing them?)

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Basil:

and to end it all off, lets move onto Basil. !!!

(going to point this out first, in a LOT of both RW in DW Basil's actual artwork, he has 2 little tufts of hair at the top of his head, but in both his talk sprites and overworld sprites, its missing)

for DW Basil there is.. 2 things i think?

1: the flower crown. it varies.. a LOT between artwork. kind of obvious.

aaand. 2. his shirt . in most artwork ^ like shown above, it has a rounded tshirt neck. but in one specific artwork, it shows it being a collared shirt with a button

for RW Basil.. i dont think theres much?

kiiind of the same issue as sunny? tho less obvious ig. his shirt is shown as dark green in the official artwork, but as a muuch lighter green in the sprite.

also in his battle sprite, he loses that... little part between the vest and the collar of his shirt? idk what to call it.

i beliiieeeve thats.. it for them all? i think i am missing things apologies .but i dont feel like looking thru the wiki anymore . and i have no space left for imgs pretty much

[queenkrissy11-fandomaccount]

Saphires and Serpents

- Part 3

With the third bartender out until her wrist heals, Y/N finds herself working every night. She sees no problem, what else could she spend her time doing? She had no one, no ties to this town, and very little to do outside of hitting the gym and the shooting range, both of which she attends at odd hours in order to limit interactions, or notice, from others.

In no time she’s easily keeping up with Nat. They make quite the team. The regulars become friends, outside of Bucky, who Y/N avoids like the plague since his ambush at her car. Nat was obviously curious the first time Y/N plead for her to take him but now she expects it. Y/N doesn’t want to help Bucky. Bucky will spend his evening watching her anyways with a fierce intensity. Nat plays buffer, Steve acts like nothing is weird. It all repeats the next night.

Bucky appears, practically out of thin air, next to a young woman Y/N is already helping. “One espresso martini coming right up,” she turns toward him, “a bartender will be with you shortly.” His nostrils flare, obviously growing tired of playing games.

“Y/N,” He starts.

“Someone will be by to grab your order soon. Thank you for your patience,” She throws over one shoulder, already trying to get as far from him as possible.

Nat doesn’t even give her a chance to speak, “On it.”

Y/N grabs the three pitchers and starts filling them for group of frat boys in the corner. They were going through the beer like it was water. “I’ve got another round.” She disperses them across the table. “Can I get you anything else for now?”

The young man on the end gave her a look over, “What’s it take to get a piece of that ass?” A round of hollers and laughs followed.

“Funny. If that’s all, I will be going. Give me a holler when the pitchers run out.” She turns and before she can make her quick escape, an arm is around her waist and pulling her into his lap. He’s copping a feel and trapping her between his body and the table as he leans in, lips landing on hers.

Y/N shoves hard but his body’s being yanked out from under her. She barely catches herself before hitting the ground. She looks up and finds Bucky, holding him by the collar. Her mind flashes to the bruised knuckes she noticed the first time she met him and scrambles to her feet. He wouldnt take thsi from her. She shoves Bucky back. His shock is palpable and he drops the man when he turns toward her. She throws a right hook at the fucker who had her in his lap. The crunch of his nose is satisfying.

He stumbles back and into another table of patrons. Glass breaks and the entire bars looking at them. Y/N is breathing raggedly, Bucky is still staring slack jawed, and Barton’s already picking the boy up off the floor.

“Out,” He’s ordering at the rest of the frat boys, “Now.”

“Fuck,” She mutters quietly looking at her shirt, now drenched with beer. Is that blood on her knuckes?

“Fucking bitch!” The frat boy throws over his shoulder as Clint drags him toward the exit.

Bucky makes a step toward gim but stops when Y/N puts a hand on his shoulder. His very, very muscular shoulder.

He looks her over, “Are you okay, doll?” She just nods. He glances down, lingering at the shirt clinging to her skin, before grabbing her hand. He uses his own tshirt to wipe the blood from her knuckles, “It’s not yours. Nice form, you a bar brawler?”

“In a past life,” she mutters quietly. He chuckles.

“Let’s get you changed,” he wraps a protective arm around her and leads her to the backroom.

After rifling through a few drawers behind Sam’s desk, he hands her a fresh tshirt and turns around.

She raises an eyebrow, “You’re not going to leave?”

“I’m not looking, and you seem rattled,” He says to the door.

She strips, but keeps her eyes on his back.

“Thank you,” she speaks up after pulling the new shirt over her head. There was no helping the sopping bra so she left it off, hiding the lacy little thing behind her back.

He turns around, “I didn’t do anything, you’re the one that put him on the floor.”

They sit in silence for a long minute before she acknowledges this is the first time she’s let herself be this close to Bucky in weeks. And they were alone. An odd tension filled the space.

Bucky steps closer, brushing a few wet strands off her forehead, “Are you sure that you’re okay? Sam would understand if you wanted to take off.”

She shakes her head, “I don’t need to leave. Think Sam would mind drinking on the job? I want to burn any trace of that off me.”

He smirks before reaching into a drawer and pulling out a bottle of something clear and holding it out to her. No label. Homemade? Moonshine maybe?

She takes two long swigs, straight from the bottle, savoring the burn. Definitely moonshine. The potent liquer has to have killed any germs left by that creep. She passes it back to Bucky, now grinning, “You want a chaser for that?”

She shakes her head, “Not this time.” She follows him out the door and finds Sam, leaning against the wall with one eye brow raised. Bucky just shakes his head and Y/N takes the answering laugh as permission to get back to her position. The rest of the evening was uneventful.

She finds herself driving to the gym rather than home after her shift, the adrenaline still running its course.

After warming up on the treadmill, she moved on to the punch bag running a couple sets.

Jab. Cross. Hook. Kick.

Jab. Cross. Kick. Kick. Hook.

The sweat building up on her forehead makes the smell of beer in her hair more prominent. It takes her back. She’s in her old apartment, cowering next to where the glass bottle of beer just shattered a few inches from her head. The half full bottle had sprayed onto her when it met the tiled wall. He came closer.

Jab. Cross. Jab. Cross.

His face was in hers, the cheap beer he’d only just started on his breath.

Kick. Cross. Jab. Hook.

He’s spitting on her while he screams. She’s as good as paralyzed while she hunches over, muttering apologies.

Hook. Jab. Cross. Kick. Kick.

He shoves her and the glass shards she lands on top of puncture skin. She doesn’t move, only continues muttering anything she can think of. Anything that might de-escalate the situation.

She exhausts every combination she can think of before just wailing into the bag without any rhyme or reason.

She throws all her weight into another hook but slips and lands on the floor. Her breaths come quick and fast. She can’t discern what’s from pushing herself and what’s from panic.

Y/N’s panic echos off the walls of the large room and she finds herself grateful to be alone. It takes longer than she would like to admit to pick herself up and breath even once again.

Jab. Cross. Jab. Hook. Kick. Kick. Kick.

“You don’t think that bags been through enough?”

She jumps, turning to find Bucky leaning against the doorway, white tshirt stretched around his arms. The smear of blood from her knuckles is smeared across the bottom. He’s wearing sweats instead of his usual jeans or even occasionally slacks.

“I think,” she heaves another breath, “it’s a punching bag, and therefore, it is here for me to punch.”

Half his mouth quirks up, “Let’s work through this in the ring.”

Her gloved hands drop to her side as she looks from him to the boxing ring. “You don’t think that’s unfair? I’ve been at this for hours. Not to mention, you seem to have an advantage in size.”

He chuckles, “I just ran three miles on the treadmill, and it looks like that spark in you is far from dying. I was just offering a challenge. Poor, defensless bag doesn’t stand a chance against you.” It’s only now she notices the way his tshirt clings to his body with sweat.

He thinks this is funny. Her jaw ticks. She picks up a pair of gloves and tosses them at his head. He catches them midair.

Y/N removes her own sweat drenched tshirt, leavibg herself in only a sports bra, shorts, and a pair of tennis shoes.

Bucky quirks an eyebrow before removing his own shirt, as if challenged. Have mercy.

“Go easy on me, would ya?” He quips as he climbs in.

And so she does. Working through basic combinations at a comfortable pace.

He blocks and parries easily. After about one minute of the same story, she’s pissed off. She moves faster, hits harder, and throws more complex combinations landing more and more blows. Eventually, he picks up and they fall into a complex dance. She beings her leg up and lands a blow swuare on his chest, knocking him back. Y/N uses the stumble to land a hook and then an uppercut. She finally kicks a leg out and sweeps his feet out from under him. She’s on top of him, forearm to his throat, before he knows what’s happening. They’re both breathing heavy anf her thighs stick to his sweaty torso.

“Nice job, doll,” he grins, really grins up at her.

They hold their position, only the sound of panting and the heavy heart beats thrumming in their ears.

When she doesn’t move, Bucky thrusts his hips, throws his weight, and pins her below him. He is especially beautiful with swest glistening on his forehead. She makes no move to stop him as he leans in. In fact, she finds herself greedily meeting his lips in the middle and putting the last of her spark into the kiss.

Kiss? Was that the right word? It felt too delicate for the force and need they were both putting into the motion. The selfish need and desire. It was much too greedy on both ends. Hands were clawing at sweat slicked skin. Mouths were sucking and biting at whatever they could get. Whole bodies were pressing and pulling.

It’s not until she finds herself reaching for more that she realizes what she’s doing. She pulls back, currently on top of him and scurries away, “I, I, I have to go.” She grabs her abandoned tshirt and gym bag and is out the door before he can collect his thoughts. There’s only a bike next to the door of the otherwise empty parking lot. She shakes her head and makes a bolt for her car.

[bismuthburnsblue]

YOU SELECTED: SHIRT DRESS

phew, that was close huh? looks like i better get button shopping! with this pick, it feels like we are already getting into the home straight with this design- the structure is set, and we are onto cosmetic details now. so first up, sleeves!

for the sake of not having too many options per poll (i have NO idea what im gonna do if we tie anywhere down the road) im splitting sleeves up into two rounds. the first one is purely to decide the length of the sleeve. the next poll will deal with the design, if its straight/puff etc.

ive generalised the lengths here a bit, ill do the fine tuning when the whole design is put together! also no full length option simply because i dont want one- i know if i do full length ill wear it far less (or just roll them up)

No propaganda here, just a quick elaboration on what the length categories mean :)

No Sleeves: could cover anything from mid shoulder to where the sleeve seam sits (directly up from the crease of the armpit)

Grown On Sleeve: technically this isnt a length but it felt like it fit better here than anywhere else- grown on sleeves are a style of sleeve where, instead of it being a separate piece with a seam, the sleeve is cut as part of the blouse pattern piece- its pretty straight forward. they can also be known as kimono sleeves. if i did do this i would be doing a pretty short length, probably no more than level with the armpit. (theres a couple images of them in the last post, def the ivory with the patterned collar & the green dot one. its not always easy to tell, but they do have a unique silhouette in the way they drape and fold around where a seam would be. i think they bring enough to the table to be considered)

Short Sleeve: around tshirt length! from level with the armpit to 3ish inches above the elbow

Elbow Length: clues in the name! somewhere between an inch above and a couple below the elbow- i think itll probably be in the bend of the elbow or above, looking at how much this fabric has creased being folded

[nauticonfashionstore9]

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[kaaaaaaarf]

3, 11 (hatefuck and museum), and 20 (murder husbands) please <3

Hello Lynx!! ✨

3. As a writer, are you an evil dictator, a ship captain, a trauma dumper, a mad scientist, a carefree hedonist, or a vengeful rogue?

I feel like probably a mad scientist. The way I sit here and cackle when I'm writing....

11. What would the lovechild of [Hatefuck] and [Museum] be like?

Dear God. Well. Remus would still be a paleontologist and Sirius would work in the gift shop, but they actually meet at a staff social at a local pub. Sirius asks Remus if he can buy him a Stella for the next round and Remus just rolls his eyes at him and tells him he can't take anyone seriously who wears a Pterodactyl tshirt. "I bet you think a Pterodactyl is a dinosaur. No thanks, I'll get my own drink." The next day Sirius finds out that Remus was the one who decided that Wendisaurus should be named as such and promptly decides Remus is an enemy for life. They end up fucking in the Bat cave at the museum, and it all snowballs from there.

20. Style [Murder Husbands] in a cute little outfit.

Oooh okay. I'm thinking some combo of Remus and Sirius, so there would be an AC/DC crop top, combined with an oversized burgundy sweater vest, and baggy light blue jeans. Converse for shoes (of course) and some sort of spiked dog collar for fashion (and practical purposes). A leather jacket would top off the whole outfit, and of course the speckles of blood that stained on everything.

VERY NORMAL FIC WRITER ASKS

[rebeccaplaysthesims]

Best Gucci CC

To be updated periodically. If you like this list, check out my best LV CC list or my list of cute infant cc! Next up: Chanel, Dior, or Fendi. I haven’t decided which yet lol

PICTURED: https://www.patreon.com/posts/rimings-gucci-v-58614907 There is too much available at Platinum Luxe Sims and I can’t list each individual download, so I’m not including their CC in this list. GO HERE TO CHECK OUT ALL OF THEIR LUXURY CC.

DRESSES/SKIRTS (CAS)

Knit Sleeveless Top & Ribbon Pleats Skirt

Belted Basic Skirt

V-Neck Printed Sweater & High Waist Denim Skirt

Feminine Midi Dress Set (includes D&G, too!)

Puff Blouse & Belted Skirt & Earring

Gucci Spring Collection

Cherry Outfit Set

Casual Outfit Set

Skirt & V Neck Blouse & Turtleneck

Ribbon Pattern Blouse & Skirt Set

Belt & Tight Off-shoulder Dress

Ribbon Crop Shirt & Flower Belt & Pleats Skirt

Butterfly Top & Skirt

Cotton Turtleneck & Belt & Mini Skirt

Turtleneck & Tweed Bustier Dress

Blouse & Tweed Bustier Set

Tweed Jacket & Dress

Brooch & Round Collar Ribbon Dress

Knit Sleeveless Top & Ribbon Pleats Skirt Short sleeved T-shirt & GUCCI Belt Frill Skirt

[RIMINGs] GUCCI COLLABO SET

Spring Set

Embroidered Demin Skirt

belt dress & Hair clip

Dress

SHIRTS/JACKETS (CAS)

The North Face x Gucci Puffer Jacket

Printed Tshirt

Ashley Tee w/ Bag

Belt Dress & Hair Clip

Unbalance Crop T-shirt & Straight Jeans

(BALENCIAGA x CROCS BOOTS/ NORTH FACE JACKET x GUCCI)

Knit Top & Accessory Collar Set - FELICE

Crop Top | Leather Pants

SUITS & MISC SETS (CAS)

Brooch & Suit Jacket & Pants Set

Gucci Brooch & Suit Set & Earring

White shirt & GUCCI Knit & Vintage Straight Jeans Matching Outfits

Vintage Jacket & Blouse & Short Pants

Ruffle Blouse & Short Pants

Puff-sleeve Short Kint Blouse & Belt A-line Skirt

Hipsack & Suit

See-through Tight Top & Hipsack & Cargo Pants

TWICE - I CAN'T STOP ME OUTFIT

Ribbon Blouse & Belt & Short Pants

[NEWEN X RIMINGS] GUCCI SUMMER COLLABORATION

MALE OUTFITS (CAS)

Gucci Male Casual Outfit

Stripe Knitwear & Belt & Short Jeans

Collection March Jacket

JEWELRY (CAS)

Crystal Double G Earrings

SHOES (DECOR)

Male Slides

SHOES (CAS)

Princetown Slipper

Peyton Mid-heel Loafer

BAGS (CAS)

Shopping Bags by Baddie Sims

Horsebit Bag

BAGS (DECOR)

Marmont Bags + Hanger by SimmerKate

Horsebit Bag

MISC DECOR

PixelHeaux’s Gucci Set (backpack, clutch, slides, shopping bags)

GUCCI DECO SET (Totes + Fragrances)

[apocketfullofpoesis]

places where you look for love

by garima.

i. in the burning incense of the timberwood palette with the brightest colours making their way down the holy abyss through the crack of the floor made up of dead bodies and dried up blood and betrayal. a lot of that.

ii. round the rusty tyres of the decade old truck leaving the moist earth marked, crushing through the magnolia petals, freeing them of prolonged solitude; of hell; of hope; of home.

iii. over the creased fabric under the collar of his maroon tshirt which carries the whispers of screams from the past the same way the veins under my creased skin pump blood in his name.

iv. where the blue moon's howls meets the white falls' noise producing a disturbing melody while leaves return to their domain, challenging the winds and new buds crack through the cemented walls, into overwhelming canopies of a bleak tomorrow.

v. in the misery of the old bicycle chains tangled in the braids of weeks old greasy hair, meeting the eyes halfway, breaking the laws midway, bathing in black, dressed up in a gold apparel: a picture of hope; or of hopelessness?

vi. where salt sprinkled wounds and sandpaper stitches tissued with swan white scrunchies and woven tears of an ecstatic sunshine perforating through the slashed brown skin of a broken window with shredded fabric of curtain fight to hold on.

vii. the lengths that deserted paths go to, the roads not taken, the vows that are broken, the streams that follow

the oceans

that I swallow as I keep cursing your name:

honey and glitter; all the same.