#I'll practice and I'll get the hang on it

[tonixe]

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A/N: I'm back, yeah I know. I've been out for a few months or years idk. I wanted to write this, cuz I love dad!kento, also this been in my mind rent-free, and just hell yeah. Also happy Valentine's Day, and sorry for the late submission, but this was part of my Valentine's book/smutbook on Wattpadd/a03 so just a cross-post.

WARNING: p in the v, oral sex, cursing, no condom we fuck raw, cunnilingus, not proofread lmao...

PAIRING: nanami kento x reader

WORD COUNTER: 3135

Every morning, it was the same routine just like before, children laughing at the scent of heavily waxed crayons and baby wipes in the air, and the occasional wail from reluctant toddlers and kids. You have gotten so used to the chaos of kids, the rush of parents dropping their kids off before heading off to work,

"Look Miss. L/N—do you like the picture I drew!" you turned your head to see one of the toddlers, standing right beside you showing a picture they drew. You smiled, patting their head, 

"This looks so good, I'll make sure to hang this on the bulletin board," you said, crouching down to take hold of the drawing, the toddler smiled, as they ran back to the other kids exclaiming about how her drawing got to the bulletin board.

Yeah, it was the usual for you, working at the daycare. You readjusted your pastel yellow colored apron, and your hair in a ponytail so it doesn't get in your face, it takes a bunch of energy to take care of these kids filled with energy all day, the sound of footsteps echoed through the sound of yelling kids, you turned to see 

Him.

Yuuji's dad

The moment he walked it, it made your heart beat faster, feeling your cheeks heating up. You were in a quiet panic, you tell yourself it's just another parent, and just another kid check—all a part of your routine, you breathed. Usually, he always on-time, greeting you with a smile—like he was happy to see you. Maybe it's the way he take an extra moment to ask about Yuji's dad, that made you feel some type of way—or the way his deep voice makes your stomach flutter just a little too much.

But today, he was running late. He was a little disheveled, his green, polka-dot tie was loosened, and his blonde hair tousled like his finger was through it a little too many times. He's holding Yuji's tiny backpack in his right as his other freehand is holding onto his hand, the little boy skipping alongside him.

"Mr. Nanami" you called out, a smile on your face,

"Sorry for the rush," he says, his voice a little breathless as he steps up to you, "Mornings are always something different with him.." he gestures to Yuuji who was practically waiting to be free to run around.

You let out a little laugh, crouching down to Yuuji, whose attention was on you, "Did you give your dad some trouble?" you asked, teasing him.

You watched as Yuuji shook his head furiously, laughing a little bit.

"No! I just made him chase me around" he confessed, with a cheeky smile on his lips. You looked at Nanami, who just sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, and making you blush.

"He's not wrong" he admits, "he has speed—think I got to start training if I want to keep up with him"

You bit your lip, trying to suppress another smile, "Oh!—I'll take this" You took hold of Yuuji's backpack, and you felt Nanami's finger brushing against yours—the sensation of skin against skin made you freeze for a moment, it just send a sudden spark thorough you. 

The warmth of his hand is gone, as quick as it came as you had Yuuji's backpack in hand, your gaze flickered to him but he was looking directly at you. It wasn't a casual glance, not an accidental meeting of eyes—what were you even talking about, 

You cleared your throat, focusing back on Yuuji, "Alright, Yuji! You ready for a fun day" You smiled at him, and the pink-haired kid nodded enthusiastically, 

You stood up, as Nanami let out a small sigh, and ruffled Yuuji's hair, "Be good today, okay?" He patted Yuuji,

"I will, papa!" 

You watched as Yuuji started running into the play area, "You're really great with him, you know" You turned your attention to Nanami, his voice was softer but still deep. You fl your cheek heating up,  as you tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, "He's a great kid" you smiled.

He exhaled, for a small chuckle, "Yeah...he is—but I appreciate you looking out for him" he said, you nodded with a smile, turning a glance at Yuuji already playing with the other kids, 

"It's no problem," you said,  "it's actually my pleasure to have him with me"

He nods, taking a step backward, his attention now on his watch that was on his wrist, "Shoot—I have to go, I'll be a little late, picking Yuuji up"

"Okay!" you nodded, as you watched him leave out of the door, you tried to shake off the warmth that was still lingering from that one moment of fleeting touch, you started walking to the cubby as you put Yuuji's backpack in his cubby, 

𝜗𝜚

For the rest of the morning, you tried to shake off the lingering feeling from that brief touch, it clung onto you like so stubborn thought,—you couldn't let go of it. You were focused on your task—helping the kids with the art projects, cleaning up the paint spills, and singing songs during circle time. Suddenly, you felt Yuuji tugging at your sleeve, making you turn to him. 

"Miss L/N," he asked, tilting his head, you blinked down at him, "Yeah, Yuuji"

He grins after getting your attention, "My papa, thinks you're really nice.

You felt your stomach flipping, your breath hitched as you processed his words, before letting out a small laugh, a nervous one. "Oh? And how do you know that?" you asked, cocking your eyebrows.

"Cause he say so" Yuuji shrugs, completely unaware of the way his words send your heart into overdrive, "—And-and, one time, he said, 'Miss L/N, is really good with you, and I said yeah! And he smiled really big" 

Your breath caught slightly, "Well, I think your papa is really nice too"  you confessed, patting his head, you watched as he beamed, satisfied with your answer before he ran off again to join his friends at the craft table. Meanwhile, you were just crouching down gripping the stack of construction paper, realizing what JUST HAPPEN.

He talks about you...

You knew him to be polite, and kind—and always took an interest in his son's care, but the fact he brought you up in the conversation made your heart pang, even with the passing remark, made something warm bloom up in your chest.

As the day dragged on, parents started trickling into the daycare for pickup. Your eyes darted to the door as you helped give the parents their kid's backpack, you won't lie that you were waiting for him to show up, but it was going too late

And then, he walks in.

This time he wasn't rushed, his tie was still loosened even more, and you were able to see a little bit of his chest. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his strong forearms that you definitely shouldn't be looking at—but everything about made your ovaries go crazy.

He had a small, tired small on his face as he spots you with Yuuji, sitting on one of the colorful tables coloring.

You stood up, walking towards Nanami, 

"Hey," he says, his warm, deep voice made you even smile more.

"Hi," you reply, and you curse yourself for how breathless you were, then Yuuji runs straight to his father, hugging him tightly, "Papa!"

"Hey, buddy" Nanami chuckles, ruffling his hair, "Did you have a good day today?" he asked,

Yuuji nods excitedly, "Uh-huh! We painted and played outside, and Miss L/N made us animal-shaped snacks"

"Animal-shaped snacks, huh" Nanami looked up at you, and you shrugged, feigning nonchalance, "What can I say, the kids love it," you said, laughing—a deep, rich..genuine sound that made your knees weak. "That's impressive, I could barely cut yuuji's sandwiches into triangles without messing it up"

"Well,—if you ever need tips on some snack artistry, I'm your girl," you said, before you even fully processed your words, you were clearly flirting with him, but your words were already out, you watched him as he smirked.

"I'll keep that in mind"

Some silence came after, but it was all as long as it came. It was replaced by the familiar rush of parents coming in to get their kids. You stepped back, offering a small smile, "Well, you heard from him, Yuuji had a great day. I'll see you both tomorrow" You pointed at them, with a smile.

Nanami hesitates for a moment, "Yeah..tomorrow" but before he turns to leave, he pauses for a moment like he wants to say something else. He glances down at yuuji, who's busy putting on his backpack, then back at you, 

"By the way..I was wondering...do you—" 

"PAPA, CAN WE GET ICE CREAM..PLEASE!!" Yuuji suddenly yells, catching you off-guard, and interrupting whatever is about to be said.  You laughed as Nanami let out an exaggerated sigh, ruffling his hair, "Sure"

You watched as Yuuji tugged his dad's hand, as you stood there, —wait what was he going to say to you? Nanami glances back at you, his lips twitching before sighing dramatically, "Guess we lost this round" he says, looking at Yuuji, "but maybe next time"

Your breath hitches before you can respond, and he just winks at you, leaving you speechless, breathless,—oh my gosh, you were just grinning like a idiot.

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The next morning, you were typing the back of your apron, as you tell yourself not to get your hopes up again, maybe last night was just a playful teasing, nothing serious—just friendly chit-chat.

But the way he hesitated before leaving, the way he said, 'maybe next time', the way he winked—it all replays in your head as you prep the daycare, wiping down the table with wipes.  You shook your head, trying to push away your thoughts—you were at work, just another day, nothing special.

With the sound of the door opening, you turned your head to see Nanami walking into the daycare.

He wasn't wearing his usual collar shirt with a tie, instead, he was wearing a light brown sweater, and his hair was slightly messier. Yuuji was bouncing excitedly beside him, but Nanami's eyes were still on you,

"Morning," he says, his voice was smoother than usual.

"Good morning" you reply, forcing yourself to sound normal, even though your heart was still racing, yuuji let go of his dad's hand, and started to run to the toy corner, leaving you too alone. Nanami exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck, "So...about yesterday"

'yesterday?"

Your stomach flips, "What about it?"

He chuckles slightly, shifting on his feet. "I was actually trying to ask you something before someone—" he shoots a playful glare at Noah, who was completely entrance as he played with one of the toy dinosaurs in his hand.

You arch your brows, crossing your arms in mock suspicion, "What were you going to ask" you tilted your head, and he paused, as he thought for a moment, "You're really gonna make me say it, huh?"

You eyes widen for a moment, biting your lip, wait—

"I don't know what you mean"

He laughs softly, shaking his head, "I was going to ask...if you like to get dinner with me"

Dinner with Nanami, you felt your heart-stopping.

"Dinner?" your voice almost cracking, 

"Yeah" he says, clearing his throat,

"Like a date?" you asked, his lips curved into a dangerous smirk—the one that makes your knees feel weak, "Yeah, a date."

"Oh..wow, I—uh, wasn't expecting that" 

"Really" he arches a brow, "I expected that Yuuji isn't good at keeping my secrets" You glanced over at Yuuji, who was playing with the dinosaurs, and you shook your head with a grin. "I don't know...I think he's been pretty discreet" You smiled.

Nanami laughs, then exhales softly, "So..what would you say?"

"Yeah, of course" you smiled, feeling your face heating up. His shoulder relaxes, "Great—how about Friday?"

"Friday is perfect" 

"Good" he glances at yuuji then back at you, "I should go—before he accidentally sets something on fire"

"Good idea" you laugh.

"I'll text you"

"Y-yeah" you nodded, as you waved him 'goodbye'.

...

You were staring at your closet, as your clothes were scattered all over your bed, the door wide open, revealing an overwhelming selection, but everything was not—quite right. Too casual, too formal, too boring, too much.  You groaned in frustration, running a hand through your hair, as you pulled up another dress, holding it against yourself in the mirror,

it was an off-shoulder black dress, it was cute, simple, and flattering. 

You looked back at your phone, checking the time, thirty more minutes,

You felt your stomach doing nervous flips, as you became anxious about the date, you didn't know how Nanami had been having a crush on you for the whole time,— the man who somehow makes dropping his kids off at daycare look effortlessly attractive, making your ovaries practically screaming—is the one that asked you out on a date. 

You slip on the press, smoothing the fabric down, as you step into a pair of heels, looking in the mirror. The dress looked good on you, snagging the right parts of your curves. The sound of your phone notifications, you reached for your phone, he was almost here, and your heart was beating against your chest.

...

You walked out of your apartment, to hear the sound of a car pulling up outside making your heart stutter. You peek out the window, and sure enough, he was there. His car—sleek, understate,d and classy, just like him. He steps out, adjusting his tie, and scanning the street before looking at you,

"You look beautiful" he murmurs, a slow warmth spread through your chest as he compliments you. "Thank you" trying to keep your voice light despite your pulse practically racing now, 

You watched as he opened the door for you, the gesture smooth effortless, like second nature. You slide in, as he rounds the car to get himself inside, allowing you to have a moment to breathe, you look in the sideview mirror, giving yourself another look before he gets in.

You were going to have him for the whole night—and you were so ready.

.

The restaurant was elegant, but not too flashy—refined, intimate, the king of place that perfectly suit Nanami perfectly. The soft lighting casts a golden hue over the room, the quiet hum of jazz playing in your background.

It was clear that Nanami made a reservation for this restaurant, everything about him was precise, intentional, and well thought-out. He pulled out a chair before he took a seat at his own chair,

"Is everything alright?" he asked, like a gentleman

You nodded, smiling

"It's perfect"

The waiter hands you both menus, you don't glance at them though, not when Nanami was watching you like that—calm, observant, his gaze steady and searching.

"I have to admit" he began talking after a moment, setting his menu down, "This surprise you said yes"

You blinked for a moment, tilting your head slightly, "And why's that?"

Nanami exhales, rolling his sleeves up just a little, revealing his stronger foreman that you couldn't stop staring at, his finger tapping idly against the table. "You..." you pause, considering your words, 

"You're warm, bright. You make things lighter just by being there"

The compliment is unexpected, a raw in a way you don't often hear from him.

"And I assumed someone like you..would already have a boyfriend..or something"

Your lips parted, his comment catching you off-guard, by the weight of his words, "Well,  you murmur, "I suppose you're lucky I don't" you teased,

Nanami's lips twitched slightly—not quite into a smirk, but something else.

...

But you wouldn't have expected to be here, your dress pulled up as you were bent over for Nanami, feeling his cock being stuffed into you, as you moaned. You half-lidded eyes, as he roamed your body, his rough hands on your waist.

'pap!, pap!, pap!'

the sound of your wet cunt being plunged by Nanami's cock, echoed through the hotel room—it was too much, gosh.

Your clothes or whatever was left of your dress was on the floor, including his, the smell of sex lingering in the air, 

"Hngh.." you moaned, as his hips kept on rolling into you, feeling his cock hitting your cervix, making your eyes roll back. His hips slamming into your ass, with each powerful thrust. You felt yourself clenching down, tightening around his cock.

"Fuck" Nanami curses, 

He leaned down near your ears, his hand roughly grabbing onto your face, "You want me to fuck you harder, don't you" his voice was a low growl, "Want me to shove my cock into your tight—little pussy" you nodded frantic, you just wanted release. His cock just filled you up, feeling a bulge imprinted on your stomach, as he fucked you.

"Y-yes" you whimpered, your body trembling with need. You felt his grip pulling you near him, as you felt his washing board abs on your back.

You didn't know how many orgasms you were through, but your pussy was spent, battered, and bruised from his veiny cock.

 His rough hands cupped your breast, squeezing it gently, making you gasp. Your body arching towards him, as he rolled your sensitive buds between his fingers, your pupils were dilated,

You heard his low chuckle, as "You like that, do you?" his dirty talking making you more arousal, as you clenched down on him,  "S-shit" he groaned, 

His hips rutting against your ass, 

He leaned down, his mouth clamped down on your nipple, his teeth sinking into your tender flesh, and you mewled out. Your body bucking against his body, you felt your body trembling, you were so close, 

"You'll be such a good mommy for yuuji, huh," he said, his hot breath was against your ear, making you mewl, his cock was still fucking into your poor cunt. "Get you pregnant with my kid, and have you at home instead of the daycare"  he groans into your ear, 

You felt your orgasm building, the intensity growing with each passing moment. You moaned loudly, Nanami kept on thrusting into you. His hard cock hits your cervix again, sending shockwaves through your body.  He leaned into you for a rough kiss, as felt his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, moaning against him.

You withdrew, coming up for air, feeling his finger rubbing onto your clit, harshly rubbing on your nub, you felt light-headed from his touches, as you whimpered against his touch,

"Fuck—you feel s' good" he growled, his hips moving faster as he jackhammered you. His rough hands guided you up and down your cock,

"Ken m'so close—"

 you felt the coil in your stomach bursting, as you came down on his cock, clenching down tightly. Crying out in ecstasy, your body trembling from your orgasm, it was intense, feeling the pulse of pleasure radiating through your body.

You were riding out your high, as Nanami groaned in your ear, his cock pushing deep inside of you, filling you up. You felt his hot, gooey cum spurting into your womb, filling you with his hot seed. 

"Haaa..." your eyes practically rolling back as you felt cunt being stuffed, with his cum

"Your so good f' me..baby" he whispered in your ear, 

 so good...

[blubunz]

LOST

— leon s. kennedy x f! bunny hybrid! reader

《MINORS DNI!》

Tags: pet name, spanking, praise kink, reader calls leon "sir" a few times, slight violence/degrading thoughts from reader.

A/N: hi happy val ♡

Leon always told you that you're not ready to go outside. He's protecting you, don't you see that? Yet, you've been missing the fresh air lately, to feel the breeze through your frilly dress, to hear the chirping in your ears.

You're too innocent, Leon thinks, and stubborn.

He accepts, however, to let you hang out with him outside, cause it'sValentine's Day. You're ecstatic! Obviously, curiousity bubbling up inside you, you're practically skipping — hopping? — with every step towards the front door. You're wearing a cute little dress that Leon bought for you, with a trench coat and a hat and scarf to try and hide your ears.

Leon gives you a once over, adjusting the outfit before guiding you outside.

“Where are we going first, Leon?” You ask and keep tiptoeing to look over his shoulder as he locks the front door.

“Just a walk down the central part of the city.” He says. “Lots of malls and shops there, I'll buy whatever catches your eyes, sweetie.”

You gasp, asking again to confirm and he confirms indeed.

“It's a special day for lovers like us. Feel free to go all out, honey.”

You squealed, tail swishing beneath your poofy dress as you ran to the sideline in front of your home.

“One rule, sweetheart.” Leon quickly grabs your wrist, pulling you close. “Stay close to me, alright? Wouldn't want to lose a precious girl like you, my sweet.”

You nod, squeezing his hand and he rewards you with a kiss on your forehead.

“Good girl.”

First, he treats you to a fancy restaurant at the central area of the city, smiling with content when he sees your eyes sparkled and your mouth just couldn't stop putting food in, feasting the meal with little manner. Leon doesn't complain if a little bit of sauce drips down on the table, too lost in the glow you radiate. Somehow, you're the most beautiful angel ever. So what if you make an ugly face now and then? He gets to see many sides of you. He sighs, brushing your hair out of the way on your cheek.

“Careful, don't stain yourself.”

And by now, Leon's gotten his hands full of your bags as you two walk around, you tried to hold one to offer help, but he insisted, not letting you lift a finger, except to point at things you want to get.

You're too lost in the luxury, you've never been outside when Leon started taking you in. Not complaining, but this environment is a stark contrast, blinding you with lights and sparkly garments.

You turn your head, about to ask Leon to enter yet another shop with you only to see a crowd of unfamiliar faces. Your smile quickly drops, your ears standing up in alert. You whip your head frantically, digging through the crowd to search for your owner.

Where is he?

Panic sets in. Sure, crowds are nice, they transfer the festivity to you with your joy, too energized for this trip, you're completely forgotten the soothing voice of Leon's. And then you realised, fuck, it's too overwhelming. Things are getting too loud, your heart beating fast. Where is Leon? Where is he? Did he just leave you here?!

You're getting paranoid, for sure. Never been in a state like this, you're struggling with what to do, just froze a little, letting yourself get pushed and pulled as they walked by.

Subconsciously emitting a quiet whimper, you find yourself tearing up in fear.

Luckily, your anxiety was short-lived, as you hear the familiar footsteps rushing to you.

Leon calls your name and your ears perk up, quickly picking your feet towards him and hugging him tight, fingers digging in his back as you let your tears flow.

“I don't want to go out anymore!”

“Shh, shh, bunny...” Leon rubs your back, as you press yourself against him more, kissing his face all over and even grinding a bit on him just from how excited you are. “Don't cry.”

Leon kisses your cheek, hand pressed to your lower back.

“Let's go home, okay? You must be very frightened.” Leon whispers, pretending not to notice you grind up to him, seeking his touch deeper.

You nod, following him back to the car.

He glances over at you on the passenger seat, curled up and eyes gazing out the window. He touches your thigh gently, rubbing your skin under the dress. He sees your tail wag in content, and you raise your thigh up a bit further.

“Calm down, bun.” He says. “We're almost home.”

Parking by your home, Leon carries you properly inside first, before going out to take the bags along too.

He sets them down and locks the front door, finding you pressed up against his back before he could even turn around.

“Yes, bunny?” He pats your head, guiding you back in with his arm perfectly wrapped around your waist, squeezing the fat on your stomach.

“'m scared...” You murmured, ears flopping downward and looking away from him. Leon kisses the spot between your ears before whispering into one of them.

“Well, I suppose it's my job to help you with that.”

Leon scoops you up, kissing your lips deeply and pressing you against a nearby wall behind the couch. He feels your tongue entering him desperately, needing more of him. You sure are acting so needy when he was gone for just a bit back there.

“Don't ever wanna go out there...”

"Mhm?" He kisses you again. “And why is that, princess?”

“It's... scary.”

“Yeah?” He grins triumphantly, giving you a quick taste of fear seems enough to make you rooted with him forever. “So I was right, hm? Say it, baby, say I'm right.”

You hug him tighter, making him lean closer to you so you wouldn't have to speak so loudly.

“You're right...” You admit quietly, your nose nuzzling under his ear. “'m sorry for thinking otherwise.”

“That's a good girl.” Leon praises, cupping your ass under the dress. “But, before anything. I think it's obligated that I punish you. After all, it was you who walked away from me earlier.”

Your eyes move away from his stare in shame, biting your lip nervously. You hate punishments, and above that, you hate that your pussy throbs when you hear that word. Getting spanked soon becomes a pleasure rather than a punishment, and you sometimes fantasize about Leon being so violent to you sometimes.

He'd never, obviously, giving you a few love marks here and there. And his gentle hands are for love making, not beating up loved ones.

Those same hands travel down your thighs snapping your stockings and going up to your panties to tug it down.

He licks his lip, flicking your clit and making you cry out suddenly. You feel your knees weak, and he gets you right at that moment, bending you over the couch, face pressed on the cushion with ass rising high.

He spreads your cheeks, kissing your tail, to your rim and your dripping pussy.

You whine out in need, wiggling under his grip.

“Now, now. You don't want me to get rougher, do ya?”

“Mm...no...” You shake your head, voice muffled by being pushed into the cushion.

Your heart races in strange anticipation when you hear his belt buckle, swiftly sliding it off and rolling the leather around his fingers.

“Count f' me, yeah?”

You nod, and Leon instantly strikes. You yelp, tail twitching as your skin is stained with a straight red mark.

“Mngh—”

“Come on.” He tuts.

“One...” You sigh out, already feeling slick building up even more in your pussy, your body reacts to the pain like it's a sex toy.

He murmurs a quick praise before striking another one, making you jolt again and your ears standing straight and pointing back behind.

“Guh— t-two...”

You can feel your own voice shaking, you haven't realised how much you want this, you're not scared, you're waiting for more impatiently. And Leon catches it with the way your hips wiggle.

“You like this, princess?”

“Mhm...”

SMACK! “Yeah?”

“Y-Yeah...”

“Keep counting, sweetie.” Leon smiles wide, rubbing your ass cheeks soothingly and listening to your shaky voice pronouncing a simple "three".

The leather face of the belt makes contact with your tingling skin, goosebumps ripple through your body. Your fists tighten, digging into the cushion with tears slowly building up when you get to the fourth strike, and then it keeps coming.

SMACK!

“Five—ughn!” Tears building up, so is your arousal.

SMACK!

“S-Six—! Hah!” You're crying, juices leaking between your thighs.

SMACK!

“S-Seven-Seven—” You stammer, your tail twitching in need.

SMACK!

“Ngh, eight...” Your voice quiets down, you're not sure if you can handle ten.

“What was that, sweetie?” Leon gives you another smack, and the belt actually makes your cheeks stinging hot, you're scared your skin might break soon.

“Eight!” You cry out, eyes rolling up when Leon instantly slaps you numerous times without stopping, your words fall, and you can only moan and cry, taking what he's giving you.

Leon bites his lower lip, watching as your ass gets redder, he stops when he gets to twenty, and you collapse on the couch, crying and sobbing. He places his palm on your bruised cheek, and you flinch.

Leon sighs with a small smile, feeling how hot your skin is under his palm.

He kisses the spot between your ears, whispering praises into your big, furry ears. How good you were for him, and now Leon's going to pamper you whole.

He rubs the lotion on your ass, kneading it like dough.

“Did so good, my pretty bunny.” He kisses your shoulder while you're still sobbing, albeit not as intense. “Gonna give this pussy what she wants, yeah? I'll fuck her good, hm? You want it, sweetie?”

“Mm...mhm...” You sniffle. Leon tentatively put a box of tissue next to you on the couch, wiping your snots and tears off.

“Good girl.” He kissed your cheek, easing his cock through your leaking folds. God, you're making a puddle with how much fluids you're letting out and how you secretly enjoy the pain.

He groans, his pelvis presses against your hot cheeks and he holds your hips steady, stopping you from shaking too much.

“Easy, hm? Take a deep breath, baby. You've done sooooo good.” His back presses up to yours, hot breath fanning over your neck. His lips find your skin and he kisses up to your cheek.

He pauses a little, his cock throbs impatiently, but he lets you calm down first before moving. Leon takes the time to smell your shampoo, kissing your hair, and up to your ears.

“See? You know I punish you is because I have to, baby. Just want you with me, where you belong. Only I can protect you, yeah?” He murmurs, breathing in the scent with his nose brushing firmly against your neck. “Just don't ever go away like that anymore, okay?”

“Yes, sir...” You hoarsely speak, puffy eyes glancing back at him.

He smiles.

“Good girl. Now, want me to move, baby?”

“Mhm.”

Nodding, Leon starts to pull his hips back slowly and gently, rubbing circles on your hips while kissing your back. He rolls his hips up, easily reaching your good spot that makes you see stars.

When a small moan escapes your lips, he takes it as a sign and increases the pace, rhythmically thrusting into you, slowly building up libido and ready to take the lid off.

Sobs turn into moans, eyes rolling up and your walls are getting tighter. He knows you're starting to enjoy this, he continues praising you, turning your head to kiss your lips. It's odd, but Leon loves the sound of your moan getting cut off as he kisses you, it shows just how much he can dominate you, taking you into his arms and just pound you into oblivion.

He's reaching that point, knees digging on the couch now, back hunches over you form as his cock rams inside you, making your inside ache with need.

Your moans are getting louder, signaling your impending orgasm. He reaches over, rubbing your clit skillfully, rolling around it and pressing down. It always makes your pussy so tight, milking him further.

“Leon—!”

You let out a silent scream, jaw hangs open with your eyes half lidded, pointing up the ceiling. Leon grunts right after, hugging you tight while he pumps his cum into you, hips rolling to push it deeper.

“Good girl. Such a good girl. Did you enjoy your Valentine, baby?”

You take a moment to answer, busy panting and Leon kisses your head to soothe you down.

“Mhm.”

“Use your big girl voice, sweetie.”

“I enjoyed it a lot, sir...” You smile, and he laughs, kissing you a few more times before picking you up to clean both of you.

“That's my girl.”

[mysteryshoptls]

R Azul Ashengrotto - PE Uniform Vignette

"What do you want?"

[Sports Field]

Azul: I can fly… I can fly…!

Vargas: Ashengrotto… Are you really serious about practicing flight magic!?

Azul: Of course, professor! Have I ever done any less than my best in all my classes?

Vargas: All you're doing is clutching your broom between your legs and jumping. You have my gorgeous flying skills to base yours off of, why are you still struggling!?

Azul: I am doing image training of taking off. Please do not bother… Ack!

Azul: I lost my concentration, so the broom ran from me… Come back here! Please don't drift so high!

Vargas: Oh, boy… You're in your second year, and this is all you can do!? Take a look at Viper!

Vargas: He may not be as skilled as I am, but his flight skills are well cultivated. How are you both sophomores!?

Jamil: Ah, no… This is all thanks to your superb teaching, Vargas-sensei.

Azul: Should an instructor truly be comparing the abilities of two students? Isn't that rather insensitive?

Vargas: Hey, no talking back, now! I won't have any time to be checking any of the other students if I have to keep this up with you.

Vargas: Viper, take care of Ashengrotto for me!

Jamil: …Huh? Me!?

Vargas: You are the best flier in this class. I'm counting on you!

Jamil: Wait, coach, I… And there he goes. Ugh, he's too much.

Azul: Indeed. What an irresponsible instructor.

Jamil: Isn't that just because you can't do what he asks?

Jamil: You struggle a lot when it comes to flight magic, Azul. It's completely different from when you're in the classroom.

Azul: It has only been a little over a year since I've come to walk on land, you know.

Azul: I feel like I should be praised just for being able to walk, and yet they're asking me to fly, as well? …Seriously, this is asking for too much.

Jamil: You can threaten all you want, but when you're hanging upside down from your broom like that, it's not intimidating at all.

Azul: Well, that is only because the broom won't listen to a word I say.

Jamil: Guess I should start teaching from the basics, then. I'll give you a tip. First, lay the broom on the ground…

Azul: No, thank you.

Jamil: Huh?

Azul: There is no way you're going to teach me a trick to flying for nothing. There is no such thing as a free ride.

Azul: What do you want?

Jamil: I mean, I'm not doing this out of the goodness of my heart, I was told to by the coach…

Azul: So, there's nothing you want in return? There's no way I can believe such a concocted story.

Azul: I have no wish to be in your debt because of something like this. It would be problematic if you were to attempt to extract a hefty price for this afterwards!

Jamil: Listen… I get where you're coming from, but can you really afford to act like this?

Jamil: You're a Housewarden, and yet you can't even fly in a straight line… Even Kalim can do this much.

Azul: I know that! I am trying to focus, please stop distracting me.

Vargas: Ashengrotto, Viper. Have you come to appreciate my beautiful flight techniques yet?

Azul: I am doing my best.

Jamil: Nothing has changed yet, Coach.

Vargas: If Ashengrotto can't fly 50 meters in a straight line by today, both of you will be staying after class.

Jamil: Why me, too!?

Vargas: You both have a responsibility to see it done!

Jamil: This is ridiculous… I have plans after… Wait, Coach!

Jamil: …Tch.

Azul: Poor thing. You have my pity.

Jamil: This is all because you won't listen to my advice at all. It's a waste of time just uselessly trying to jump up like that.

Azul: I'm not jumping for no reason, I'll have you know. I am doing so to visualize achieving my goal.

Jamil: So, is it working? Then hurry, and…

Azul: If I continue at this place, I should be capable of floating by tomorrow morning!

Jamil: Tomorrow morning!? And all that, just to float!? No way I can wait for that long.

Jamil: Even someone like Kalim was able to fly by sincerely listening to my advice. Stop making me repeat myself!

Azul: How persistent. I told you I have no need of your assistance.

Jamil: Fine. I want a study guide for the upcoming test. I want it, I reeeeeeeally need it.

Jamil: So please, let me teach you the tricks to flying. That should be a fair give-and-take, right?

Azul: …I understand. If you insist, then it's a deal!

Jamil: Seriously… You really don't want to be in debt to anyone, do you?

Requested by @pianostarinwonderland.

[cleolinda]

SILENT HILL 2 UPDATE: I am currently at the Lakeview Hotel, which means I'm in the (still very long) home stretch.

I have gotten through The Most Upsetting Boss in the Game (Angela subplot), and I played it twice, and I did practice commentary for it each time, since it's got some very sensitive subject matter and I wanted to work on expressing my thoughts clearly, you know? But also, I played it twice--I beat it both times--because I was terrible the first time. See, I don't like leaving an area or a boss fight until I feel like I've learned the skills it's trying to teach me (remember: I started with zero skills). The Abstract Daddy fight was mostly about dodging, and I was awful. Great with the Pyramid Head dodge timing; just absolutely terrible at maneuvering around a thing that can get close to you. So... the second time I played it was total chaos. I think I broke the game. Just constant clipping as I manhandled this poor video game with the feral Karen energy of the most aggressive mom on the playground ("HIT HIM!! YOU GOT IT!!!"). I actually would like to post video from this, but the boss design is really upsetting, so it kind of has to stay in the context of the story discussion, which means the video would be a full hour long, and I can post that, but also: it's a lot.

(I seem to have two gamer modes: loud-ass chaos elemental, and silent stealth in the dark. I did decently well with the Eddie boss fight, except that he soaked up my fuCKING AMMO, because I decided to hang back against the wall with my flashlight off and just... wait. There was no circling and getting lost and panicking; I just waited for him to reveal himself and then shot at him. A lot. The timing was still difficult, but it was a strategy that suited my "strengths.")

I've been recording everything I've played for my own reference--it's wild to watch it back and see all the monsters sneaking up on you that you didn't notice--so that I can review it before doing Actual Commentary, starting next week. ( @idoherty451 is starting his on Wednesday, and so I'll probably have mine up on Thursday or Friday?) And I'm going through those videos to find some short bits I can clip out and post (Toluca Prison In The Whole-Ass Dark went well). I did finally figure out how to fix the jumping video problem: it doesn't happen if I open the game through Steam rather than as a stand-alone program. idk idk. So, unfortunately, my earlier adventures with Maria are still jumpy, but I could clip a couple things from that. For the most part, though, it's a lot less hapless screaming as I get better at playing, and that's why I haven't posted any audio since Pyramid Head. Which is okay, I think, since I'll be doing Actual Commentary next week. Knock on wood that nothing happens to me before then (I don't care for the storms that've been forecast for tonight).

[taleya15]

"Just friends"

*Ring*

*Ring*

*Ring *

"Nothing. Again. Great." Mike sighed against the wall of his basement. He hates when Joyce is working, which is constantly now. He rings up Dustin to complain. Because Lucas is at basketball practice like always. So Dustin is all Mike has now. It's weird because Will used to be the person Mike would go to so he can complain and rant to. Now Will's mom is the reason he complains. Dustin is quick to answer like always, and for a moment Mike feels grateful.

"No answer?"

"Nope. Nothing. I'll try again in an hour, but for now! What the actual fuck dude! I hate Joyce's job! It's so stupid that I basically have to schedule a meeting with my best friend!"

"I know. I know man. I'm sorry."

Mike sighs out but doesn't say anything for a moment.

"Thanks for trying though man."

"Of course man. But hey listen I gotta go, my mom's calling me up. She wants a new cat."

"Oh. Haha have fun."

"I won't. See ya man."

"See ya!" With the sound of the hanging up beep, Mike sighs again and walks to the couch. He plops down dramatically and starts thinking. He hates this so much. All he wants to do is at least talk to Will. The only thing that can calm him down in a bad mood is Will. El helps when she can, but Will is the only one who can fix it completely.

He hates that too. He hates that the only person who can calm him down is the person he can never reach. He hates that he can't go to his girlfriend about this. She could only understand and help so much. But Will.. he understands everything Mike says. Sometimes Mike wishes Will was a girl. Then maybe it'd be easier, but he loves El. At least he thinks he does anyway. Eventually he realizes the time and realizes the full hour has passed. An hour of self loathing and anxiety. Great another one.

Mike gets up again and goes to the phone. He almost doesn't pick it up. He almost just leaves it alone and goes to sulk for the night. It wouldn’t be the first time. But something in him tells him to try again. Maybe it's his stubbornness, or his desire to talk to Will that does it. But he picks the phone up anyway and while he puts the number in he gets a weird rush of Deja Vu. But he pushes on and listens to ring of the phone. It's five rings later and he almost hangs up. But then there’s a different sound, a pause then the sound of the phones connecting.

"Hello, Byers residents. Joyce speaking."

"Oh! Joyce hey!"

"Mike? Oh hi hun! Haven't heard from you in a while! What's going on? How's school going?"

"Uh. Yeah school's great thanks."

"Right! Silly me! You're calling for Will aren't you?"

"Haha yes ma'am I am. Is he there?"

"Yes! I'll put him on now!"

There's a muffled sound of Joyce's voice then there's something different that happens.

"Uh hello?" Will answers the phone seemingly confused. His voice seems deeper, like three octaves deeper. It surprises Mike for a moment, but he pushes past his initial thoughts and speaks to him. Finally.

"Will!"

"Mike! Hey man! How- how are you? I haven't heard from you in a while."

"Yeah. Yeah I know sorry man." I tried calling you, like every day. But that sentence dies in his throat. He wouldn't dare say that out loud. He'll sound like a wimp.

"That-that's ok! How's it going?"

"Um. It- it's fine thanks. How um how is it for you?"

“... good. Are you sure you're ok? You can tell me." Great. He saw right through it like aways.

"I- I just honestly had a terrible day today." He sighs uncomfortably he really doesn't want to elaborate. But he knows he has to.

"Oh I'm sorry what happened?" Mike sighs again and thinks of something to say. He can't say the real reason why. He can barely admit to himself the real reason.

"Oh. Um I got a bad grade on my exam today." That actually was true, he did get a really bad grade on an exam today in math. But he honestly didn't care about that. He couldn't care less about it, but it was the only thing he could think to say.

"Oh man! I'm sorry I understand, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"I- I don't know right now."

"Well I can distract you."

"That sounds great actually."

For the next ten minutes Will talks about anything that he can think of. Mike mostly listens, but he loves the conversation. He feels at ease for the first time all day. And for a moment, a single moment he wishes he could tell Will what he's desperately wanting to tell him. He's dying to confess to him, to say 'Will, I'm so desperately in love with you. I wish I could be with you, I don't care about El. She's nothing to me, because I can't have you.’ But instead he just listens and reminds himself that they're "just friends". And Mike would never dare ask Will his feelings either.

Because he's convinced that Will's straight, but is he?

[inkieflame]

how's lizzie dealing with her new situation in your lab au? what's she doing in her freetime, whos she friends with, anyone she avoids, etc?

(no pressure btw)

Content warning: implied repeated SA

Lizzie spends her "good days" pretending that she's still home, indulging in a delusion. She mostly hangs out with Joel and Jimmy, or she sits in the Practice Room doing various activities (The Practice Room is a space where subjects can exercise their various skills to make sure they don't get worse from underuse. They have things like workout equipment, cooking equipment, artisan equipment, and computers) She has memory problems, and has introduced herself to subjects several times in one day before. The only people she seems to remember are people that she knew before she came to the lab (Joel and Jimmy were the closest to her, but she also knew Scott and Oli)

On the "bad days" she's more self aware. She lays around in Joel's bed, or clings to him. She talks about how much she missed him while he was gone. She talks about how she wants to go home. She misses Meri. She's sorry she let the Watchers take her wedding ring (it was taken from her forcefully. She didn't have a choice)

Lizzie is not often rented out, but when she is, she tends to be very compliant. The Watchers have sometimes bribed her with permission to redye her hair, and that's enough to get her to do almost anything.

Her favorite renter is a man in a city about an hour away who likes the way she paints. He is in charge of keeping uptown clean and pretty, and he has her paint these massive murals across buildings and walls. These murals take several days to do, and he buys a hotel room for a week. According to the Watcher's policy, none of the subjects can be left alone for extended periods of time, so he stays in the room with her. Every few months he will rent her again and have her paint something new. Lizzie spends those weeks painting outside, and it's enjoyable. It's an escape. The Watchers can taste the dread on her when she eventually has to return.

But not everyone is that nice.

Some people take her to hotel rooms for other reasons. She has no wedding ring and she's too small to fight back. What can she do?

When she comes back to the facility, crying, Joel takes her silently to his room, red rage for the Watchers burning in his eyes. He lays helps her on his bed, and he works her into a clean new change of clothes. He gets an ice pack from the kitchen, presses it carefully against the red marks on her neck and chest. Eventually they subside.

She clings to his shirt, sobbing apologies, as though any of this was her fault.

She calls it cheating.

Joel calls it assault.

Gem is no stranger to comforting Lizzie. She's been in that place too. Not everyone is kind, she knows first hand.

"It's not your fault. You couldn't have stopped it. You didn't deserve it." She repeats as she soothes Lizzie. She is reminding both of them.

(oh, it seems I've word-vomited all over my post, oops. I didn't mean for it to be this long, but honestly I've been thinking about this for a while. Hey, are you the anon that asked for the Lizzie angst? Don't worry, I'm working on it lol. Just writing a oneshot about Martyn and Scott first, then I'll do some Lizzie/Joel angst)

[joces-wrld]

♡₊˚⊹♡ valentines fun

✩ blurb !

IN WHICH— fratboy! chris spends the first half of valentine's day with tomboy! reader and her students

| no warnings :)

"cmon, we got like an hour left!!"

infamous dealer christopher sturniolo was the last person anyone expected to show up in your classroom during valentines day. but when you texted him "sos!! teacher is sick, need help decorating the classroom!!!" he showed up—5 target bags in hand, smelling only faintly of weed, and wearing a somewhat decent outfit

“alright , im here. whats the game plan?” chris asks, leaning against one of the tiny tables with a lopsided grin. "okay so," you clap your hands together, "class starts at 9:15, we need to get everything up and going before they come in" you say, grabbing a target bag

"hey how much was all of this? i'll cash app you" "dont worry about it ma, 's nothing" you sigh, not wanting to put up a fight

you smile as you take the supplies out— brown paper bags, a variety of craft supplies, bags of candy, rice krispy treats, a box of gummy snack, valentine themed mnm's, plastic cups littered with little hearts, pink lemonade, a red tablecloth, pink and red heart shaped bowls, apple juice boxes, kool-aid jammers, a box of the small chip bags, the whole deal. he really went all out

"m'kay, imma run down to the printer to print out their name on a heart they can cut out" "isnt that a bit dangerous?" "well yes, but these are 5 year olds sweetie, they have to practice their cutting skills" the boy blushes slightly at the pet name, murmuring, "right" while opening a pack of lollipops and dumping them inside a bowl

"i'll be back. make it cute chris" the boy chuckles as he see's you skip out the classroom, taking your lanyard off and swinging it side to side

10 minutes later, you make your way back to your classroom. as you enter the room, you see chris writing "happy valentine's day" on the whiteboard in big, red, slightly sloppy, letters

you smile, noticing the rest of the room. he had set the tablecloth on the small group table, 5 bowls of candy neatly placed on top, juice boxes and pouches lined up next to the lined up chip bags. the plastic cups stood in 2 stacks, the pink lemonade next to it

you let a giggle escape your body, making the boy frown. "does it not look good? cause personally i think i fucking ate with it, 10 out of 10, finger licking good" "it's very cutesy chris, i love it" he nods, finishing the last word and setting the expo marker down

chris was no stranger to your classroom. over the past few months, he’d helped you out here and there—whether it was because he owed you a favor or because he secretly didn’t hate spending time with you, you weren’t entirely sure. regardless, the kids hadn't actually met him, he was always there after school hours, helping you decorate the room or something

“okay, hear me out,” he says, your eyebrow cocking up, “what if i run to walmart real quick and get mini cupcackes" "you dont think this is enough?" “relaxxx, it’s for the aesthetic,” he says, grinning as he takes his care keys out. "you wont make it back in time" "psh, says who? i'lll be back ina few"

you shake your head, smiling as he walks out. "drive safe!" you yell out, focusing your attention back on the class

you go behind the teachers desk, grabbing a heart banner, getting on top of a chair and hanging it across the door frame. you continue to decorate the room, the clock hitting 9am sooner than you thought

suddenly the door swings open, chris hurriedly entering. "told you i'd make it back in time!" the boy sets the sweets down, a knock on the door being heard. "oh hey girl" you let out, watching as Mrs. Taylor— the teacher next door, walks in. she was a couple years older than you, causing the both of you to get along extremely well. "hey n/n, do you have, woah! who is this"

chris gives the woman a small smile, "chris," he says, extending a hand out. "so you're the infamous chris, its nice to meet you sweetie" he nods, watching as the 2 of you interact. "anyways, you have an extra stapler? i swear i had one but now i cant find it?" you laugh, shaking your head, "cmon tay, how do you lose a stapler? isnt it always on your desk" "not today, girl i dont even know. do you have one or not?" "let me check", you rummage through a couple drawers, finally finding one

"here you go" you say, handing it to her. "thank you! you're a life saver, he's cute by the way" she thanks, whispering the last part to you. she's quick to excuse herself, leaving you and chris once again. "hey, go get a vistors pass from the front office" "why? "so you can stay silly"

-

"okay guys, before we enter the room, i have a couple of announcements. first of all, remember mrs. nova is sick so she isnt here today, it's just me and a small guest in there, okay? be nice and respectful towards him, treat him like you treat me and mrs. nova or i'll have to move your clip down, got it? second of all, me and that guest worked hard on a small surprise for you guys, dont immediately rush towards it, sit at your desk and wait for further instructions"

"yes ma'am!"

you smile and open the door, watching as some of the kids gasp and cheer in excitement when they notice the table, others pointing at chris. "wanna be called mister chris? or just chris?" you ask as you walk towards him. "chris is fine" you nod, looking at your students,

"guys, say hi to chris for me"

"hi chris!!!"

"he'll be our guest for today, he bought and helped set up your treats, so make sure to thank him when you come up. now, before i allow you guys to come up here, there's a brown paper bag on your desk, what you're going to do is color and write your name on this heart," you hold up the paper cutout, "and then cut the heart out following the little lines," you point at the dash lines, continuing your instructions, feeling chris' gaze on you the whole time

your kids get to decorating their paper bags, you and chris deciding to make one for funsies. the 2 of you talk about random things, you glancing up every other second to monitor the class, watching as they worked on their masterpieces. soon, 15 minutes pass, and you decide that was enough time. "marco" "polo!"

"okay guys, you should be done with your bags by now—let me see them, hold them up," you smile as the lids proudly show off their work, messy hearts and drawings scattered all over the bag, name barely readable

"now, i'm going to call you guys table by table to come get your snacks, okay? if you want pink lemonade ask chris nicely and he'll pour you some, okay? remember to thank him"

"yes miss l/n!!"

"cool cool, dylan's table, go ahead and come up here," the group of 4 scatter to the table, a small smile lands on your face as you watch them interact with chris. "while they get their treat, does anyone have any questions?"

"is chris your boyfriend!?" "do you like chris!?" "have you kissed chris!?" "why is chris here!?" "chris is cute!!" "is chris your valentine!?"

you laugh as you hear their questions, "okay nevermind, no questions. steph's table,"

-

minutes later, the kids are laughing as they color and eat their candy. "old mcdonald had a farm," "e-i-e-i-o"

"im aware you guys also brought some snacks to pass out. so, what we're going to do is go around the room and put whatever goodies you brought inside the paper bags, okay?"

the students get up, dropping cards, little fidgets, snacks, anything they brought into the bags. you reach over under the teachers desk, grabbing a bag filled with goody bags you had made the previous night and begin to pass them around, some of your students coming up to you and handing you small gift bags

around 7 minutes later, the class finishes passing out their treats. "who wants to watch a movie?" you ask them, the kids cheering in excitement, their way of saying 'me!". "hey sweetie, what's the login to your disney+ account" you mumble towards chris, handing him the laptop. once he logs in, you scroll through the movies, your kids ultimately picking The Good Dinosaur

as the movie plays, you had chris pass out color sheets with some boxes of crayons so the kids could color as they watched the movie. soon enough, you pop a dumdum lollipop in your mouth, looking over at chris as he sits back down, noticing how engaged he seemed in the movie. you chuckle to yourself, sipping on your beverage

-

the end of the day came quicker than you thought. after the movie, you took them to specials—they had music class on friday, which lasted an hour, so you got to tidy the room a bit, forcing chris offering to help. the rest of the day then consisted of small activities going over what they learned the previous day. the last thing you guys did was read a book, to which your kindergartners insisted chris read. once he finished reading the book, you had the kids clean up again, taking them down to the car line where the other teachers would help them get in their respective car or bus, afterwards

“see? i totally crushed it,” chris says as you pack your stuff up. "they 100% love me"

"right on both things, you did better than i thought," you reply, remembering how he'd help the kids out with whatever they needed, making them laugh, and overall just getting to know them, well as well as you could get to know a 5 year old

“you're good with them, you know,” you say quietly when he joins you in packing the remaining food up. chris shrugs, a small smile playing on his lips. “yeah, well, they’re better company than most adults. present company excluded, of course.”

“of course,” you reply with a laugh, nudging him playfully. for a moment, it’s just the two of you, the chaos of the classroom fading into the background. and as Chris hands you a left over cupcake with an exaggerated bow, you can’t help but feel like maybe he’s not the nonchalant person he wants everyone to think he is

a/n: HELLA LATE vday post, lowkey sucks but i was lowk reminiscing on the good ol' class parties 💔

—check out my masterlist! to see the rest of this series

[once again, dividers by @dollywons]

[good-beanswrites]

Some LCSyS headcanons about the new outfits' prep :3

Mahiru helps Yuno cut her hair. Yuno gets a little emotional during it, but is easily distracted by the cheery chatting. On the other hand, Mahiru has to be physically held back when watching Amane cut her own hair...

Fuuta and Amane set aside time to make their accessories together. They're meant to be a little homemade, but Fuuta definitely throws out one or two early versions that came out so bad it got Amane to break into laughter.

Fuuta has to have some intense makeup under his eye covering since it's easier for Es to peek under. The makeup artists show Yuno how to do it up so she can run next door to help him apply/remove it each day.

Haruka helps Muu try on and adjust her new restraits. She doesn't let him touch her veil, afraid he'll pinch himself on the wire. Then she pinches herself, and asks someone else for help.

Kotoko is ashamed of her restraints and plans on trying everything on privately. The others accidentally see it, and their amazement at how badass she looks cheers her up a lot.

After that, she and Muu practice walking around together with their legs/feet impaired. They laugh and get the others to help them up when they fall.

Mikoto and Kazui don't have drastic outfit changes (it's more just looking disheveled) so they spend a lot of time helping the others in whatever ways they can.

(I don't know how the knowledge is revealed to Es yet, but) each prisoner gets to look at their key on the collar, with varying opinions.

Hiding the hcs for the leaks because I'll forget to post them if I wait sorry 😭

There's so much ooh-ing and ah-ing that Haruka practically melts from the positive attention. Muu helps dress him, and Kazui teaches him how to put on his tie.

Shidou also gets a lot of compliments, though Yuno and Mikoto tease him a bit about the shoe decision. Amane approaches him in private -- she jokes that he'd look better in a straightjacket, and he realizes it's her way of saying she'll miss him this trial.

Mahiru cries the moment she sees herself in the wedding dress, resulting in tears from everyone in the vicinity. It's a dream come true, it's a reminder of her mistakes, it marks a tragedy, it reminds her she can still look forward to that.

While the others just wear their outfits for the photoshoot, Mahiru sometimes just puts on the dress to hang around the mv filming sets and relax.

[aniflowers]

I bought this abolutely stunning adoptable from @winterpower98 ! ^^

This was the first time that I bought an adoptable for actual money xD

Here are some quick practice doodles I made before the purchase, to make sure I could even pull of drawing her pretty hair.

It's not perfect, but those where 5 minute doodles anyways. I'm sure I'll get the hang of it! ^^

Days of Love Special Adopts!

So, I know people mainly wanted LEGO adopts for this Valentine, but I couldn't resist designing a few MLP ones as well.

General rules:

First come first serve.

Do not claim unless you have the full amount asked for.

Payment must be sent 24 hours after claiming the adopt, otherwise it’ll be open again.

Payment only through PayPal.

No refunds if the buyer changes their mind after paying.

Prices are fixed and cannot be bargained.

It is under my discretion to either accept or deny a claim.

After buying, the owner:

Can change the design as they want.

Must credit me for the character at least once (no need to credit me every time the character is used).

Can be traded with another artist for another adopt.

All 6 adoptables cost 16$ each

Sweetheart - OPEN Black Rose - SOLD to @aniflowers King of Hearts - OPEN Heartbreak - OPEN

[retquits]

drew myself in the fields of mistria style for the wiki!! 🌼

[sketchehm]

I wanna show you all the decapitated dream heads I printed but I am too tired to move....maybe tomorrow....

[lichymograine]

Rendering practice of my orc warrior :)c

[habibisagi]

if isagi was supposed to go out with his friends and you come sit in his lap or get even a little bit clingy he is STAYING home. wrapped around your finger instantly. that look in your eyes and raise in your brow that suggests he doesn’t go works every time it makes him sit. you don’t even have to ask. he has no shame bailing on his friends every time for you. doesn’t even deny when they ask if it’s because of you. like yeah, always you, always for you, and he doesn’t care every time

[tormentum-ab-intra]

skeledog Leander WIP

the skull here is actually modeled closely after a deer skull, just compressed to fit a dog's overall face shape. also tried to make the eyes a little less wide-set than a deer's without making them completely front-facing like a dog's. here's the rest of the (still un-rendered) body:

i'm testing out the screen recorder i just downloaded so if that ends up working the way i want it to i'll have a timelapse of this piece when it's done :)

[unproduciblesmackdown]

for the first time in ages an ebay search for Alex Kralie's Discontinued Striped Blue American Eagle Outfitters Hoodie turned up a result! a preworn XS one (with photos of a ruler across its height & width to reference against a garment of your own) with a small hole beside the top of the zipper (shown in photos also. mend Or just decide is alex kraliecore as is) & ships out of texas, $12.99 or best offer

[llama--plumbobsims]