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enwoso · 8 months ago

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You have somehow managed to make me fall in love with this little universe you created with grumpy and Alessia in such a short amount of time!

Would you be able to write something about when the England squad first found about Alessia having a child and how they handled that on camp and stuff? I feel like there would be quite a lot of protectiveness, especially considering how she's part of the younger group, particulalry from some of the older age groups, like Lucy, Leah, Ellen, Jill, Jordan, Millie ect.

MINI ME — alessia russo x child!reader

*oh my god i love writing this little universe!*

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alessia had never imagined that she'd be a mother at such a young age. she had always dreamt of having a baby at the end of her footballing career while being in a stable relationship, living in a comfortable environment with little to no stress allowing her to enjoy motherhood.

the total fairytale fantasy.

however that fairytale fantasy never became a reality as alessia fell pregnant at 20 while in university, after one too many drinks and night with a boy she did trust enough but clearly trusted too much as after she took a test and the two lines displayed on the test telling her she was going to be a mother — he left? he didn't want that type of responsibility at such a young age.

so when alessia moved back to england and signed for manchester united she kept you hidden from her teammates worried about what they may say or think, ella being the only one who knew about you. after all she would sometimes look after you when mummy had important adult things to do or pick you up from nursery when mummy couldn’t.

"y/n? where've you gone?" she whisper yelled, looking around the foyer. you were in that toddler stage of hiding at any chance you got, putting your mum on the verge of a heart attack everytime you went out places.

"this isn't the time to play hide a seek lovie!" alessia said, a slight sterner tone in her voice as she looked around for you.

"boo!" you giggled, coming out from your hiding spot from behind the large indoor plants, looking up at your mum a devilish smile on your small face. a pointed look on your mums face as she kneeled down, grabbing your two small hands in hers.

"lovie, what have i told you about hiding, especially when we are in a new place. what if i had of walked away? you would have lost me" alessia reminded you softly as you nodded, your smile that was previously on your face replaced with a pout.

engulfing your mum in a hug, "sorry mummy" you mumbled into her chest as she kissed your forehead.

"i didn't know you had a little sister?" a voice was heard from a distant as alessia handed her passports over to the staff members, getting her room key. the blonde looking around to see who it was before her eyes landed on mille bright, lucy and leah.

alessia could feel her cheeks going redder by the second, as she stood up picking you up with her and placing you on her hip. the blonde beginning to stutter out a a response however you beat her to it with your innocent smile covering you face.

"that my mummy! i no have a sister!" you smiled at the three girls, their eyes almost popping out their head as you spoke. shock consuming them as their jaws hung to the floor.

"oh my god" lucy whispered as she was the first to break the awkward silence. alessia setting you back down on the floor as you were wriggling to be down.

"this is y/n, my daughter" alessia sighed, there being a slight silence as the information was being processed by the three girls head as you walked a little closer to the three girls, leah being the first to react by crouching down to your height. "hi y/n! i'm leah" you smiled nodding at her name looking to the other two girls standing in front of you.

“i’m lucy”

“and i’m millie”

you said a small hi to them as you moved back a little so that you were standing near to your mum, an arm wrapped around her leg. “and how old are you?” leah asked as you hummed thinking as you held up four fingers, “three!”

the girls giggling a little at your confidence, your mummy putting your extra finger down and correcting you, “lovie that’s three”

“ah”

“you play football with my mummy?” you asked, looking at leah but directing your question at all three of the girls. as they nodded all in sync.

“we do and there’s a few more of us too” millie said as you looked back to alessia wondering if she was telling the truth as your mum nodded her head as a little gasp came from you.

“where they?”

“through that long corridor, getting ready for a training session later on” lucy commented pointing to the way before you turned to your mum begging her to let you to go and see everyone else.

your mummy nodding as you grabbed her hand, swinging it a little as you followed the three girls you had just met just moments ago.

“auntie ella!” you yelled as you brushed past lucy and leah as they stood in the doorway, running to get to ella as she looked up from her phone, a smile cracking on her face as her arms opened up for you to run into. faces stopping and watching the interaction with both adoration and confusion.

“hey tiny, you alright!” ella asked as you hugged the girl tight, you hadn’t seen her since the last manchester united game a week ago. your mummy having being busy with getting ready for camp and you being at nursery up until yesterday.

“yep, i met lucy, leah and mille” you proudly said pointing to each girl as they had sat down at a table beginning to talk most likely about boring adult things.

“oh that’s exciting, what about everyone else though?” ella said as you began to shake your head stopping moments later as the midfielder began to twirl the two of you around, giggles escaping from you as she did so. stopping when she got back to her original place.

you looking around the room, a few familiar faces that you had recognised from your mum playing with them in manchester seeing them when you went to games with your grandparents — mary, keets and lotte who you only ever saw if you were down in london. the rest were new people, new people to talk to and share you infectious personality with.

ella took you around each person introducing you to each person with the permission from your mum first of course. the news spreading quickly throughout the camp that you were here and whose daughter you actually were much to many’s surprise.

the day going a lot smoother than alessia could have ever imagined, she had spent the past week thinking over and over about how it was going to go. replaying over and over in her head about how her teammates would react to her having a child.

alessia spent a good part of the afternoon after the introductions were over in the garden of st george’s park explaining her story in depth to those who were most interested; leah, keira, beth, lucy, mille, rachel and ella.

“that must have been so scary, you were so young.” beth whsipers still loud enough for everyone to hear, the girls all so intrigued but also immensely proud of alessia for her whole journey since you had arrived in her life.

as alessia told her story from the start, how she found out she was pregnant to how she came back to football.

“it was, but she’s my reason now. everything i do is for her future” alessia said simply a couple of the girls humming.

“if you ever need anything and i mean anything even if it’s just for someone to talk to, don’t be scared to ask any of us. we’ll always be here for you less” leah said softly but you could hear the protectiveness in her voice, alessia nodding taking in the support of her teammates which had grown to be her family as her eyes trailed over to where you were, the other girls following where the blondes eyes were looking.

“she’s literally a mini you” beth commented the rest of the girls agreeing as they began to list the similarities between you and your mum. as alessia smiled looking at you kicking a football with jordan and georgia

“i know, my mum says all the times that’s she’s a copy and paste of me from when i was little - only difference is she’s a bit more chatty than i was” alessia pointed out, hearing you talk away to jordan about the flowers growing in the ground, as the midfielder picked the ball from around them.

“but i think she gets that from her auntie ella!” alessia grinned looking towards her best friend who threw her hands up in shock.

“hey!”

“mummy! mummy!” you yelled out, the blondes head turning from her conversation towards you as jordan passed the ball to you. “watch this!” you added as toy had the ball at your feet and began to juggle with it from foot to foot.

alessia watched on grinning, as jordan counted the amount you got as georgia cheered you on. a small buzz of excitement coming from you as the ball dropped from your control as you ran over to your mum.

“lovie, that was awesome!” mummy cheered, as she held her hand up for you high five. the other girls saying there well dones. alessia watching as you smile got bigger and bigger with each seconds.

the way you had bonded with the team in hours warmed alessia’s heart to no end. knowing that these girls were going to now be apart of your life forever. her two worlds had joined and she couldn’t even to describe how much she loved it.

“any chance we can borrow her when we play on tuesday!” jordan joked as she and georgia came over slotting in on the seats with the other girls as they laughed but agreeing. as they all fell into a deep conversation.

you climbing up onto your mummy’s lap, as her arms wrapped around your front. a yawn escaping from your lips as you slumped back into your mummy’s chest playing with the rings on her fingers.

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bethmead dibs on being best auntie!

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-> leahwilliamson no i am

-> georgiastanway no it’s me

-> lucybronze come on guys i obviously win!

-> ellatoone it’s quite clearly me!

-> millebright you all wrong it’s me.

-> maryearps it’s me

-> keirawalsh no me

-> racheldaly its obviously me!

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simdertalia · 1 year ago

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🧵 ACNH Able Sisters Store Set 🪡

Sims 4, Base game compatible | 48 Now 51 items

(added the awning, chimney, and the stairs as a deco item with no footprint)

All the items you'll need to recreate The Able Sisters cute little shop in your TS4 game. All items came with only 1 swatch each. There are a few items that I added a couple of extra swatches for.

As always, turning the brightness down on functional lamps will make them look better (not overly bright) due to my vertex paint issue in Blender.

Type “ACNH Able” into the search query in build mode to find quickly. You can always find items like this, just begin typing the title and it will appear.

Use the raise & lower keyboard cheat to put your already styled mannequins onto the displays. The displays have slots, but mannequins will only let you place them on the floor, and won't allow styling once they have been raised, so make sure to do that first. They only need to be raised 1-2 notches depending on which display you are placing them on.

Use the scale up & down feature on your keyboard to make the items larger or smaller to your liking. If you have a non-US keyboard, it may be different keys depending on which alphabet it uses.

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tinytennisskirt · 4 months ago

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Chrysalism

noun. the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm

summary: you wake up on a particularly dark and dreary early morning, needing to head into work a little too early for your liking. not to fiancée! art’s liking either- in asking you to stay, there’s the privilege of partaking in your morning routine in a sweet, slow, domestic, display of connection n a little smut. maybe you don’t really need to go to work anyway-

warnings: super sweet!!! kissing, having hair washed, easy touches- balance of fluff and smut: super slow n sexy unprotected shower sex <3

“I have work,” you groaned, hitting the alarm button. Art stretched out as you returned your torso to the bed, sighing heavily. It was still dark out and the rain pattered heavily against the window. You could hear the wind as it hit the side of the house and blew the trees outside. “I don’t want to go.”

“So don’t,” Art sighed, slinking his hand over the bare skin of your waist. Smooth hands over your smooth skin. It would be a dark day, clouded over, the weather had said. The first step was to shower but with Art’s arm around you, it felt wrong to move. You looked at him, his eyes shut, perfectly eyelashes resting closed. You admired his nose, his eyebrows, the curve of his lips. He was so pretty. His inhale, his exhale, in the blue static darkness of the room.

“I have to go,” you whispered, running your hand through his hair. You’d slept with your ring on, you noticed- and you smiled.

“Stay,” he shook his head just slightly, his fingers dipping into your skin a little tighter. “Please.” He planted a soft kiss on the skin of your shoulder. Non-sexual, yet entirely intimate. You hated your responsibilities more than anything, you hated needing money to live because if it wasn’t needed, you’d stay in a heartbeat. You’d stay and sleep again, no hesitation. Every bone in your body wanted you to stay, to sleep, to lean over and kiss him for as long as you wanted, but you had to go. His ‘please’ echoed around your head.

“Mmm- I want to, I promise,” you exhaled softly. “Can’t.”

His eyes opened just the slightest bit, his mouth twisting to the side a little. “Okay.” You could hear the slight rumble of thunder outside your window, soft shadows of drops of rain patterning the white comforter. He was so pretty, eyes closed again, face against the pillow, arm still around you.

You leaned in and kissed him gently. Lips soft, a kiss so perfectly delicate. Reciprocated, just the same. His other hand pushed your hair behind your ear before cupping your face, a tired motion, noted from how slow of a motion it seemed to be. The kiss was also slow- and warm. Warmer than outside would be. Warmer than leaving this bed would be. Slow and all-consuming.

His hand on your waist, fingertips less gentle, but still keeping that same pressure as they stayed on the soft skin of your back. Your hand rested on his smooth chest, sliding down around his ribs and back again. Your eyes stayed closed, it felt like maybe you were still sleeping. You wished you were still sleeping.

The kiss was only a moment long, but it was hard to pull away from. The disconnect of your lips felt wrong. On a day like this, you were meant to stay. The rain was telling you so, the thunder outside was yelling at you, most importantly, Art had wanted it. Your hands slid up the back of his neck, coming to rest partially in his hair and to cup his face just slightly. His tired smile and closed eyes, those gorgeous eyelashes fluttering just the slightest bit.

“I love you,” you reminded him, kissing him on the nose. His grin spread wide across his perfect face as he kissed you again properly.

“I love you too,” he told you, then kissed you on the cheek. Your hands slid down from his face, one of them trailing down his arm, squeezing his hand when you got to it. His smile stayed as you squeezed his hand.

You slid off the bed, hand still in his, the blankets falling around you. As you stood, his hand fell from yours. You crossed the room, grabbing a towel off the newly folded pile from the day before, and you grabbed a second towel thoughtfully. Of course, Art, in love with you, was watching you stand across the room in only your underwear. His smile was still there, of course. “You coming?” You asked him cheekily, opening the door to the bathroom. His eyes widened just a little, both at the light pouring from the bathroom, and at your offer. You didn’t wait for an answer, but you turned on the shower and best believe he was up and out of bed in a second. He might have been rubbing his left eye of the sleep, but he was up.

You smiled and he chuckled as he swayed into you, arms slinking around your waist as you shut the bathroom door. “Sorry I’m waking you up with me,” you smiled. He grinned back and you swayed just slightly back and forth another moment.

“I don’t mind,” he nodded, grinning before he bent to kiss you just once. You pardoned him in order to strip down the rest of the way. He tested the water while you did so, standing in only his boxers. The moment you were entirely naked he glanced over and grinned the widest he had yet today, before shutting the light off. It was more ambient that way, you figured. Plus, it probably helped Art with the boner he sported the moment you asked him to come shower with you. You placed the ring on the counter safely-

Wordlessly, too early for too many words, really- you both stepped into the shower. You grabbed the soap and began to wash down. The warm water was a dangerous threat to fall back asleep. You heard Art yawn behind you, using his bar of soap, known by the familiar apple-y scent. Soap and rinse, easy enough. The thunder outside could be heard just slightly over the sound of the running water. “What time are you off today?” Art asked.

You felt a cold liquid on your head and you flinched just a little before realizing it was only Art putting shampoo in your hair. His hands followed, gently putting it through your hair. You allowed your eyes to shut. “4:30,” you replied. “It’s not too bad today. We can get dinner if you feel up for it.”

“Italian?”

“I’ll be thinking about it all day,” you hummed. His hands felt good on your scalp. They were slow-moving but had the perfect pressure. Gently getting the shampoo in every place it was needed. He was sweet for this.

“I’ll pick you up then,” he answered. “4:30.”

“4:30,” you nodded. His hands left your hair so you turned around to rinse it out while he started on his own hair. Eyes shut, water running down your body, shampoo rinsing down the drain. Once it was all out, you wordlessly swapped places with Art to let him rinse himself off. Sleep still hung in the air, the white noise of the water and the thunder and the warm of the water was not helping it disappear. You were both so slow-moving it was apparent you weren’t the only one feeling it.

The outline of his body in the dim of the darkness was so pretty. His hand slid around your waist as you switched spots once more for you to put conditioner through your hair and rinse it out. The moment it was rinsed, you felt both of his hands slip around your waist and find places to rest on your lower back. He stepped closer to you, bodies pressed together, water running down the channel that was made where your skin met. You grinned, “Art.”

“Yeah?”

You looked up at him, seeing his smile, even in the dark. The smile he sported even as he kissed you. The kiss was slow again, gentle, slightly slippery but entirely calculated. Your hands slid over his chest, up over his shoulders and around his neck. The water poured over the both of you as the kiss deepened. He was so gentle, the way his hand slid back up your waist and down your hip again, over your ass. Wet skin on wet skin, an open-mouthed kiss that somehow sent shivers down your spine even in the warm water.

The kiss stayed tame, though it didn’t stop any overwhelming emotion from seeping through. You could feel him getting hard against you, a second time, but still appreciated. You giggled through the depth of the kiss. “Shhh,” he grinned into another kiss to silence you. Still slow, still tame, still easy. Cold shivers replaced by warm wanting. Removing your body from flush against him, your hand slowly sliding down his arm, over his hip, coming to rest on his shaft. He flinched, just slightly. He wouldn’t stop you, of course not. His kiss faltered for just a moment.

Your hand slowly began to push up and down his length. You took a step backward, pulling him with you with your back against the cold shower wall. He kissed you no harder as you worked him gently, however, he sighed harshly as you did. Between breaths and water was pure magnetism and an undeniable course of action. Undeniable in the way he gently moved your leg upward and you didn’t stop him either. Slowly. So slowly. Coming to rest in his arm, partially set foot on the edge of the tub.

It was slow, how your hand moved in order for him to properly line up and sink into you. With a slowness that begged not to be, but sent a warm flush through your entire body, through every vein. You let out a mutual sigh as he sank into you entirely against the wall. Levelled just perfectly, one hand of his now resting on the wall above your head. You grabbed onto his back, the open, bare skin the only thing you really could grab as you felt him slowly fill you. A little out of the plan but god, you’d never stop him.

His breath was shaky a moment, but gained pace as he slowly moved back out, then slowly back in. The pace was steady, sleepy, and so fucking good. His lips against yours felt just a little less calculated, as were yours, sharing air with him as the droplets dripped between your lips. This angle seemed to work for the both of you- all too well. Both of you, muffling the noise of the thunder with heavy breathing at such a slow… pace… that… every… feeling… dragged… itself… out… to… every… nerve… ending… in… your… body.

You kissed him just a little harder but never any faster. Grabbing at him like he could get any closer, buried inside of you, slowly thrusting in and upward. He never failed to make your head spin just a little. Even this… as slow as it was, added to just how good it felt. It saved you from thinking about work another second- god, you had to work after this. He kissed you back just the same, god, his kiss was so perfect. All of this, perfect.

Your other arm slid up his back, up behind the back of his shoulder, hooking on as best you could, keeping him close, so close, god, you were so close. Handlessly, so close. He wasn’t even- “God-“ You breathed.

“Fuck,” Art muttered. You were on the same page, you felt him get slightly sloppier and slightly faster. Only slightly, still all-filling and still perfect and every thrust was so-

His lips met yours again, strong, careful not to push your head against the wall, but enough to consume you the way he needed to. You were teetering on a rare edge, one that usually didn’t come around without extra help. You were chasing it up, so was he. It was almost simultaneous, the way it happened, unravelling slowly like rope drawn by a boat. Every wave of pleasure built and joined into one big wave that spilled over.

The both of you came undone, his grip on your leg tightening the same way your grip on his side and his shoulder increased. He was good, he was so good, too good. He groaned against your lips, breathing heavily. You kissed just a few more times, small, easy. His forehead rested against yours a moment, only a moment, small smiles resting as the both of you tried to catch your breath. He was good. “Call in sick?”

“I feel a cough coming on,” you breathed with a giggle. You kissed him again, just quickly. Might have been the quickest thing about the entire morning. He grinned that perfect crooked grin, visible even in the darkness.

He kissed your forehead and after a moment of rinsing, the water got turned off, you got wrapped in a towel and you were on the phone with your boss, who completely understood. You hardly ever took any days off and you were well-loved, so of course she let you go. The moment that phone was down, you jumped back into bed, right next to Art, who had kept the lights off.

Your head rested on his chest as you wordlessly traced patterns in the droplets on the soft skin of his stomach. The thunder continued to rumble outside and the room seemed to continue to dim. Still so early, you didn’t mind that you knew you were falling back asleep. Art kissed the top of your head, just gently, but sweetly. “Italian still?”

“Dreaming of it.” You replied tiredly. The two of you fell right back asleep, safely, soundly, and together. A little damp, but still warm on a cold, dark morning.

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kromeihl · 6 months ago

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A oneshot or smth with ken sato x model! Reader where they are having a cutesy indoor pool date at reader or ken’s house? Maybe some smooches and fluff? Or anything more :3 also! Loved the last fic sm! 💗💗

IM SO SORRY IF IM REQUESTING TO MUCH I JUST LOVE YOUR WRITING SM LIKE REEEE 😫

(Imagine the pool was like these-)

- xoxo! 💗

YESS!! YOU AGAIN, I LOVE YOUR REQUESTS HAHA 💕 TYSM! It means so much to me that someone appreciates the way I write 🥹🫶🏼 KEEP EM REQUESTS COMIN’ (Self promoting yet again -> bloop.) I’m so so sorry that this was late! I got busy this week 😞 And I feel like Kenji rn I’m literally taking care of a puppy and do everything, I can barely sleep 😍 (also i’m lowk having my brain short circuit i ran out of ideas😭 im so sorry if it’s short)

CHILLIN’ ❄️

-> KENJI SATO X MODEL!READER

WARNING(s): NOT PROOFREAD

Keeping your relationship secret was kind of difficult. You were a model, a famous one, also known for modeling the Yomiuri Giants’ jerseys. And your boyfriend THE Ken Sato, a legend, a famous baseball player in Yomiuri Giants.

Both of you were known for your interactions, being caught by the public sometimes as you go out on dates, but still denying the accusations although it was true. He wanted to flex you to the whole world, but you’re afraid that making this relationship known public, would break it. Fans could be too much sometimes..

I hear my phone ring, snapping off from the overthinking. “Ken?” I call out after answering the call, “[Name]!” He says joyfully, happy that you responded to his call.

You smile, “What’s up?” asking as you felt a bit concerned. “Nothing, just wanted to go on a da—“ I sigh, hearing his words, cutting him off. “Kenji, you know we can’t go out in public anymore, these fans can see anything.”

Kenji laughs, “What if we have a date at my place?” I blink, right, how could we not think of this before? “Kenji, you’re a genius!” I say excitedly, hearing a victorious laugh from the other side of the phone.

“See ya tonight, baby. 6:00pm, wear something nice, it’s an indoor pool date.” He says, before ending the call. I blink, feeling surprised. Indoor pool date? Oh, it’s my time to shine.

As soon as you knocked on the door, you waited a few seconds before just deciding to open it.

It was quiet, you were only met by a dim lit room as you walk. “Kenji?” You call out, only hearing soft music playing from across the hallway.

You slowly walk over, turning a corner before seeing a glass door, you slide it open, greeted by a shirtless Kenji sitting at the pool. His eyes were close until he heard your footsteps.

You cross your arms smirking at him, and there he was with that reaction of his. He looked like he was star struck, seeing you in that pretty swimsuit of yours. “Gorgeous girl.” He chuckles, motioning you to come in.

You finally hop in the pool, listening to your favorite song that he played on his speaker. You place your head on his chest as you both relax in the water.

“This is all we need.” I sigh, closing my eyes. Kenji slowly puts a hand on my cheek, making me open my eyes rather quickly. His thumb brushes over my lip before he gives me a peck on the lips.

Soon, his kisses were everywhere on my face. Forehead, cheeks, lips, everywhere. You giggle as he plants kisses on your face, his free hand wrapping around your waist to pull you close.

“My pretty girl.” His compliment makes you blush, maybe it was his time to be flustered, too.

You wrap around your arms on his neck, both of your foreheads touching as he moves his hands to your waist, you both close your eyes, chuckling at the closeness.

“This is what I’ve always wanted, just you and me.” He sighs. After a few moments, you lean into his touch, resting your head on his chest as you watch the indoor pool, LED lights turning different colors slowly.

Some painted canvases on the wall for display. “Since when did you get to build an indoor pool?” I raise a brow at him. “You know me, what I want, I get.” He jokes, placing a hand on your head.

“It’s beautiful.” You say as you look around, “You’re more beautiful.” You look at him, feeling a bit flustered from his words. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You roll your eyes at his cheesiness, splashing water on him. “Hey!” He whines, with you quickly hopping away in the water, “Oh, it’s on!” He says with a determined look.

Just you and him, that’s the best place to be in.

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whencyclopedia · 3 months ago

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Beauty in the Bronze Age - Minoan & Mycenaean Fashion

Dress and appearance in Bronze Age Greece (c. 3100 BCE - c. 1100 BCE) played a part in defining gender roles and emphasising idealized beauty that planted the seed for modern-day standards. The Minoans turned the island of Crete into a Mediterranean powerhouse and dominated Aegean culture until around 1450 BCE when the Mycenaean civilization from the Greek mainland peaked and wrested control. Frescoes and figurines uncovered from this era reveal a fabulously colourful society that expressed itself through fashion, hair, and accessories. Both Minoan and Mycenaean women sought a pinched waist to achieve the epitome of a feminine aesthetic. The fashion of Mycenaean men, however, expressed their warlike temperament, in contrast to their Minoan counterparts, who embodied display and splendour.

Minoan Women

Women are heavily represented amongst the archaeological finds from Knossos, Akrotiri, and other Minoan hubs. One of the most beautiful examples is the Snake Goddess Figurine which depicts the archetype of Minoan dress. This woman wears a flounced, layered skirt that falls to the ground. Her bodice has short sleeves and a scalloped neckline which reveals and accentuates her breasts. This is mirrored in the colourful frescoes which emphasise bright, eye-catching fabrics dyed a myriad of colours. Bold primary colours – reds, yellows, and blues − dominate the pattern scheme. To get these shades, the Minoans took advantage of the available natural resources. Saffron – now the world’s most expensive spice – was used to acquire yellow and murex sea snails created a rich purple.

One of the most interesting aspects of female dress was the use of corsets or tight thick belts to create an hour-glass figure. Artworks suggest that the wasp-waist was highly idealised in Minoan culture and body modification may have been implemented to achieve this. Corsets have, of course, gone in and out of fashion in the thousands of years since their early Cretan use. Minoan women also wore jewellery to frame their features. Hoop earrings, necklaces, and bangles were all popular forms of expression and decoration − gold and glass beads were used to give outfits that glamourous touch.

In the frescoes, women have black hair braided into long tendrils or locks. Their skin, in contrast, is typically a pale white, implying that the ideal women would have spent significant time indoors and that the archetype of feminine beauty could be obtained by focusing on domestic duties.

#History #Aegean #Agamemnon #Akrotiri #WHE #[#]

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sarahgrows · 5 days ago

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Not my plants! This collection belongs to my sisters ✨ My son and I went to visit his Aunties after school today. They are our soul family and we love them very much. They also collect plants. I gifted them the Alocasia Polly because it was declining rapidly since I brought it home ... Surprise surprise, she is doing well here! No new growth but no more decline either. I also gifted them the Philodendron Birkin so it is nice to see her doing so well with a new leaf too. They are currently propping a fiddle leaf dig along some other cuttings that eventually I'll be able to trade for too 😍 I love having real life plant friends.

#plants #indoor plants #house plants #soul family #propagations #plant display

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truevedicastrology · 4 months ago

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🌿 Zodiac Plant Parent Guide

Green Thumbs in the Stars! 🌟

Ever wonder why your bestie's succulents thrive while yours wilt? The answer might be written in the stars! Let's explore which plants vibe with your zodiac energy and how to keep them thriving! 🔮🌱

♈ Aries (March 21 - April 19)

Perfect Plant: Cacti 🌵

Loves a challenge? Check!

Low maintenance? Double check!

Tip: Channel that fire energy into propagating new cacti babies!

♉ Taurus (April 20 - May 20)

Perfect Plant: Pothos 🍃

Lush and beautiful? Absolutely!

Easy to care for? You bet!

Tip: Create a cozy plant corner to satisfy your need for comfort and beauty.

♊ Gemini (May 21 - June 20)

Perfect Plant: Air Plants 🍀

Versatile and adaptable? Totally you!

Minimal soil needed? Perfect for your busy lifestyle!

Tip: Try different display methods to keep things interesting!

♋ Cancer (June 21 - July 22)

Perfect Plant: Peace Lily 🕊️

Nurturing and protective? Just like you!

Loves a humid environment? Think spa vibes!

Tip: Mist your peace lily regularly to create a soothing atmosphere.

♌ Leo (July 23 - August 22)

Perfect Plant: Sunflower 🌻

Bold and attention-grabbing? Definitely!

Loves the spotlight (aka sunlight)? Of course!

Tip: Plant sunflowers outdoors for a dramatic garden statement.

♍ Virgo (August 23 - September 22)

Perfect Plant: Herbs 🌿

Practical and useful? Check and check!

Requires attention to detail? Right up your alley!

Tip: Start an indoor herb garden for fresh flavors and aromatherapy.

♎ Libra (September 23 - October 22)

Perfect Plant: Orchids 🌺

Elegant and balanced? Totally your style!

Appreciates beauty? Just like you do!

Tip: Display orchids in pairs for perfect symmetry.

♏ Scorpio (October 23 - November 21)

Perfect Plant: Venus Flytrap 🪰

Mysterious and intense? Absolutely!

Fascinatingly complex? You get each other!

Tip: Feed your Venus flytrap small insects for a truly immersive experience.

♐ Sagittarius (November 22 - December 21)

Perfect Plant: Wandering Jew 🌿

Loves to spread and explore? Sounds familiar!

Easy to propagate? Perfect for sharing with friends!

Tip: Hang in a macrame planter for a boho travel-inspired look.

♑ Capricorn (December 22 - January 19)

Perfect Plant: Jade Plant 🪴

Symbolizes wealth and prosperity? You're all about success!

Long-living and sturdy? Matches your persistence!

Tip: Place in your home office for good financial feng shui.

♒ Aquarius (January 20 - February 18)

Perfect Plant: Tillandsia (Air Plant) 🍃

Unique and low-maintenance? That's so you!

Doesn't conform to traditional potting? Neither do you!

Tip: Create a terrarium with air plants for an out-of-this-world look.

♓ Pisces (February 19 - March 20)

Perfect Plant: Ferns 🌿

Loves humidity and water? You're in your element!

Creates a dreamy atmosphere? Perfect for your imaginative nature!

Tip: Place in the bathroom for a spa-like, moisture-rich environment.

Remember, cosmic gardeners, these are just celestial suggestions! The best plant for you is the one that brings you joy and fits your lifestyle. 🌈🌱

What's your zodiac sign, and do you have a favorite plant? Share your cosmic gardening experiences in the comments! 💬✨

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leviathanleva · 2 months ago

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Sugar Bomb

Pairing: Findlay 'Hazard' Docherty x Fem!Reader

Description: You never expected the catastrophe that ruined your life to result in finding not only a new home but a family as well. Now here you were, with a scruffy pup in your lap, an oversized Scotsman snoozing on your shoulder, and a tattooed omnic taking sneaky pictures to hang on the wall later.

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Chapter 1

Life is good.

Despite the constant wars and disputes, despite the dangers on the streets, despite metal and oil slowly replacing wood and water. The future wasn’t so bad even if the world in the past sounded like a fairytale coming from your grandmother’s words.

Once upon a time, there was nature everywhere – grass, trees, books made of paper instead of displayed upon thin steel pads.

Still, in spite of everything, life is good. You’d made a small corner of the world yours. A stuffy apartment in one of many complexes, a tiny kitchen, a workstation where you spent most of your time, a potted succulent at the edge of your desk to remind you that the color green isn’t only represented by the toxic waste that spews out of the city sewers. A poster here and there is taped to the wall, and a stuffed animal can be spotted if one looks hard enough.

There isn’t much going on when you spend most of your time indoors, getting food delivered, calling your doctor over video to discuss your yearly health check-up. Most of the time you get your information about the workings of the world via the net or the news.

Life is boring, but it’s good.

Until it isn’t.

Collateral damage is unavoidable during a war, but chances are it won’t happen to you. What are the odds that out of so many people, you’re the one to have to suffer?

Chances weren’t high, but apparently today, you were the unlucky winner.

It happened so fast you didn’t notice the catastrophic outcome until it was already there, blaring in your face, all around you. All you had been doing was preparing coffee in the kitchen, elbows planted on the counter while you watched the coffee machine drip your much-needed beverage after a restless night. A piece of bread was being nicely prepped in the toaster, the aroma was mouth-watering, made your stomach leap in anticipation. A fuzzy white robe was draped over your shoulders to protect your exposed skin from the cold November air as you had a bad habit of sleeping in shorts and a tee no matter the time of year.

A miscalculated missile maybe, a poorly attended helix rocket, or maybe just a mishandled bomb that slipped from a helicopter. There was no telling what caused the explosion, there was only the aftermath.

The dust stung your eyes and scorched your lungs until you were caught in a coughing fit and waving at the polluted air around your face to clear your sight. Heat licked at your skin, fire, clumps of it all around you scattered across your destroyed apartment and eating away the furniture you’d fought tooth and nail to secure.

“What the – ”

The smoky breath is stuck in your throat as you survey the destruction. Tears whelm in your eyes as the ringing in your ears intensifies, but the dizziness dissipates. You stand after you’d been flung into a wall and knocked down everything hung on it.

Where there were once windows is now a giant hole looking out into the neighborhood that’s in no better shape than the rest of your home.

“No…” You manage to croak out as a sob claws its way up your strained throat.

Your succulent is no more, your computer is no more, your whole living room is no more. The wall that separated it from the kitchen is gone. Your surroundings begin to spin the more you take in.

“Help…”

Sirens can be heard somewhere below on the street, screaming, children crying, dogs barking. It’s all too much. You look up out of habit while trying to swallow a lump of bubbling panic.

There’s no ceiling…

Your neighbors are gone, completely obliterated, and the two upper floors aren’t there anymore. How lucky could you be to survive such an explosion? How unlucky to be left looking over the damages and thinking of the small family that had lived above you for no more than a few months?

Your wobbly knees give out and you’re left back on the dingy, dusty floor as the fire grows. The reason for your sobs is inexplicable, yet they rip through your body and make you shake entirely, they mix wantonly with the piercing sirens and the choir of voices coming from outside.

Your home, your friends, the cute cat from the top floor, everything was gone…

Shock numbs all your senses, you don’t even notice the fire nipping at your bare feet, just cry like an abandoned pup, wailing your woes to the gloomy sky and whoever is willing to listen.

And someone does listen, because you’re swept up in a blink and jostle among two unbelievably large arms as your savior leaps from your broken home and to the safety of a nearby roof. You’re too disoriented and confused to ask him exactly how he managed to make that jump even if the cybernetics on his feet are right there to explain.

“Ey.” He calls softly for you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him. “Ye okay, lass?”

All you can do is keep your eyes trained on the leftovers of your apartment as tears dampen your cheeks and bitter your tongue.

“Lassie?”

You don’t respond, instead you manage to rip your gaze away and bury yourself in the safety of your savior’s neck, sniffling softly as you cling to him. You cry into his cybernetic shoulder until there are no more tears left to spare and he, the sweet gentleman he is, holds you through it all, too awkward to pull you off or say anything to comfort your pain. In truth, he wasn’t used to being the hero and the way you hung on him like he was the only thing keeping you from dying right there on the spot wasn’t something he was capable of dealing with.

You cried on him for what felt like minutes, but in truth was nearly an hour before you finally gathered the strength to pull away enough and take in the face of your guardian angel through puffy, red eyes.

“Oi oi, thar she is!” A grin so wide and contagious you feel your heart flutter, it beams down on you like a sunray.

That’s how you met Hazard.

🍬 🍬 🍬

With your apartment destroyed and the phreaks being a friendly bunch that take in any stray they find, they sheltered you from a life on the streets. Most of the small gang wasn’t all too fond of sheltering a stranger who’d lived in the more rich part of the city, they thought you spoiled and judgmental of them and their lifestyle. Despite this, it was against their nature to turn away one in need and so with a little persuasion from Hazard, you were welcomed in.

In truth, you couldn’t be more grateful. You didn’t care what their lifestyle was like, all you wanted was a roof over your head and you made that very clear to them. Plus, you had savings, but not enough to manage to restore your furniture and also rent another apartment. What choice did you have?

A spare room used for Susie’s unfinished gadgets was furnished with a bed and became your dwelling for the time being. It wasn’t a permanent residence, but then again you weren’t planning on staying for too long. You refused to take advantage of their hospitality. The room was a bit small, there were boxes full of illegal prosthetics and spare parts. Cables and bits of metal and bolts littered the floor, cobwebs in every corner of the ceiling, but with a broom in hand and some time, you managed to make the place cozy enough to call home. You even hung some of the spare robot limbs on the walls in an attempt at abstract art and it turned out pretty well.

Susie had even given you a lava lamp as decoration when she’d seen you setting up everything to make it less of a storage and more of an inhabited bedroom. You kept that lava lamp next to your bed and would stare at it for hours before falling asleep.

Maisie, Hazard’s little pup, warmed up to you instantly, to the point where she jumped in your lap the moment you’d all sat down to discuss where you’d be sleeping.

“Think she likes ya.”

You nodded with a smile at Hazard’s words while petting the little furball and she matched your loving enthusiasm by drenching any part of you she could reach with dog saliva. She liked you so much that once your room was set up, she refused to go to sleep unless she was curled up next to your tummy once you were buried under your blanket.

A part of you worried that her owner would become jealous of the attention the pup was giving you, but the Scotsman seemed ecstatic to see her take so well to someone who wasn’t him. He’d even tuck a treat in your hand once in a while to feed her instead of him and would leave her with you when he was going off on another heist or mission.

Besides being a babysitter for Maisie and managing your job on a spare computer the gang had deployed in your hands, you did chores, helped patch up any wounds that weren’t too complex or needed too many stitches, being Touch-Up’s personal assistant or helping BoomSlang polish and test out the weapons before they were about to head out, anything miscellaneous you could get your hands on. It was your way of staying useful while expressing your gratitude for their hospitality without using words.

Sure, you weren’t the greatest cook, but everyone seemed to enjoy the meals you prepared once they were all sat down after a long day. You’d even managed to string together a small cake when you learned one of them, JackDawn to be exact, had a birthday on a rainy Thursday. You hadn’t expected your small act of kindness to bring forth flushed cheeks and tears, but it had and you were too empathetic and had ended up crying as well much to your embarrassment.

They never let you go on any of their missions, you had no skills that you could offer them no matter how desperately you wanted to. You were just a civilian after all, the best you could do was stay home and pray that they come back in one piece, make the place nice and tidy, and prepare food and medical supplies for when they returned. It was during these times that you felt useless no matter how many times they assured you that you did more than your fair share.

As days turned into weeks, you began to love the phreaks as family. Each of them had their individual quirks that you adored, but your bond with Susie and Hazard grew the most intense. The sweet omnic had wiggled her way into your heart and you simply couldn’t imagine a life without her anymore. From having a girls' night to working together gathering intel from various online sources regarding their latest upcoming mission, she was just pure sugar.

She’d even talked you into getting a tattoo similar to hers.

“It’ll suit you, I promise.”

“I don’t know, Suze…” you’d hesitate, but your trepidation was audibly weak and the chubby omnic was too headstrong.

“Trust me on this.”

And so now you had a small red flower on your ankle that she loved to peek at whenever you were all lounging on the couch together for a movie night. You liked it, truly, it would always remind you of her no matter how far apart you were.

Your relations with Hazard were a bit more strained. Despite you doting on each other like siblings, you also fought like such. Your characters clashed in every way possible. Where you were soft and quiet he was loud and rough. He was the black to your pink, the brawn to your brains, he was everything you weren’t and as much as you loved him for it, he managed to fluster you beyond recovery sometimes.

From endearing pet names such as “little birdie”, “daftie”, “wee hen” to cupping your chin and tilting it up while he beams a grin down at you. He was too straightforward with his charm and despite it being overwhelming and making your face burn hotter than the sun, you loved the attention.

He was your savior after all, you owed him everything.

And that’s how your life evolved after that fateful day at your apartment complex. You had a family now, friends, people to care for. You no longer had to wonder if there was a point to life, they were your life now. You had a purpose, people to rely on who were close by and would always extend you a hand.

Every night you fell asleep with a small smile on your face and a snoring pup next to your lap, grateful to Hazard for saving you, for bringing you here and giving you a life you never thought you wanted, but had desperately needed.

You were grateful to him, to all of them, and you’d do anything for them just as they’d do anything for you.

Because that’s what a family was.

You were in it for life.

[This is a gift I wrote for a friend, but I decided to post it as well. It was originally a megafic of roughly 17k words but I broke it down into chapters.]

Chapter 2 >>>

Masterlist

#x reader #hazard overwatch #findlay docherty #hazard x reader #overwatch 2 #ow2 #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #overwatch

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library-ghoulette · 2 months ago

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day 18 // monsterfucking

Prompt list thanks to @kroas-adtam 💜

Pairing: Mountain x reader

Rating: Explicit, minors DNI

Words: 2103

Tags: Second person POV, female reader, gardener reader, monster fluff, monsterfucking, non-humanoid creature, cunnilingus, light bondage

Summary: After some prodding, Mountain agrees to show you his true ghoul form for the first time.

A/N: I love monsterfucker erotica and I love imagining Mountain as a huge, eldritch forest spirit, so here you go!

You can also read this--and all my other fics--on ao3!

"I want to see you," you say.

It's a beautiful day, the kind of day that's so perfect it seems unreal. The earth of the clearing is warm through the old quilt you're lying on, and diamonds of buttery sunshine fill the space, dappled by the leaves dancing in the cool breeze overhead. And of course, Mountain is there, his presence warm and solid and reassuring.

You hadn't quite known what to make of the ghoul when you had first been assigned to work in the gardens. He had been quiet, even taciturn, when you first met him. But days had turned into weeks, and he had slowly opened up to you bit by bit, trading growing tips and facts about native species, until finally, his hand had brushed yours while repotting seedlings in the greenhouse, and something you had scarcely known had been growing burst into full bloom.

"I'm right here," he says now, looking up at you from his position on his back, with you propped up on your elbow at his side, one leg thrown casually over his. You're both slightly disheveled, lips kiss-swollen from the lazy afternoon makeout session.

"No, I mean the… the real you."

While it differs depending on occasion and personal preference, all of the ghouls around the Ministry stay glamoured much of the time. It comes with the territory of being demons who live and work in close proximity to humans; some level of illusion just makes everyone a bit more comfortable.

It's not unusual to see ghouls in the form of uncommonly attractive humans with some inhuman enhancements: eerie eyes, various markings, horns.

But Mountain's appearance is always more understated. Long, light brown hair that he keeps pulled back out of his eyes in a ponytail, so it can't get in the way when he's tending to the plants or when he's drumming. And he never has his antlers on display indoors—he's already so tall that the added height makes doorways a challenge.

Something in his hazel eyes darkens at your words. "No."

Maybe you should let it go, but you press on. "Come on, please? I've seen unglamoured ghouls before, you know."

"Who, Aurora? Cumulus?" he scoffs.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He runs a reassuring hand up your arm at the sharp tone in your voice. "Nothing. Just that…" He sighs. "Not all ghouls have the same form."

"I know that," you protest, suppressing the urge to say No shit.

"And some of us look… Less human than others."

"I'm okay with that," you reassure him, but he shakes his head.

"Some of us look… scary. To humans."

Your heart twists at how vulnerable he looks. Your kind, gentle ghoul who tends to the most delicate plants—and to you—with nothing but tenderness and care. You lean down to kiss him, putting as much love into the press of your lips as you can, and when you break away you whisper, "I could never be afraid of you."

It must work, because Mountain searches your face for a moment before relenting.

"Okay," he says, pushing you aside gently as he sits up. "I'll do it."

When you let out a little squeal of happiness at getting your way—and at the thought of having your curiosity satisfied at long last—he shoots you an admonishing look.

"I'm going to go over behind those trees to take the glamour off," he says. "It's less jarring that way. And, uh…"

"Yes?" you prompt.

"Just try not to scream, okay?"

Before you can say anything, he's ducked behind a thick oak that completely hides him from sight. You can hear the rustle of fabric and the clinking of his belt as he shucks out of his clothes. You giggle quietly at the silliness of it all—you've seen him naked countless times, he has no reason to be so shy—but the giggle dies in your throat when a long, furred leg steps forward from behind the tree.

What follows is perhaps the largest deer you've ever seen, a stag really, though that doesn't do it justice. There's something decidedly other in both its demeanor and appearance, a subtle sheen of dark magic that makes it difficult to look at for too long.

Your gaze follows that long, hoofed leg upward as the creature approaches you, taking in the muscular body covered in dark fur, the height that goes up and up and up, leading to a skeletal head stripped of flesh. The skull gleams white as moonlight and is crowned with a massive pair of antlers. In the depths of its hollow eye sockets flow twin flames, burning with an unnatural green light.

You realize that there are vines twisting around the stag's antlers. No, not just around his antlers—they twine around his entire body, around the places where bone shows through the dark fur. The vines almost seem to be holding him together, and when he moves, they move with him, not impeding him at all.

Mountain steps into the clearing toward you, but stops after only a few long, long steps.

Do you see what I mean? he asks, his skeletal jaws not moving, his voice seeming to emanate from somewhere within your own ribcage. You press a palm to your chest at the unfamiliar sensation, and feel your heart beating hard and fast.

You stand. Admittedly, your legs are shaky, but you find your bearings and walk toward him. The grass of the clearing is soft beneath your bare feet as you approach.

At first Mountain pulls back from you, shying away like a timid creature of the forest—which, you suppose, in some ways, he is—but you reach out your hand to him and slowly, he lowers his head. He lets you stroke your palm gently over his bony snout, up the slope of his nose, down into the bristly fur of his neck. He makes a snuffling sound that startles you at first, but which clearly indicates pleasure, judging from the way he leans into your touch.

"You're magnificent," you breathe, awed both by his appearance and by the trust he placed in you by choosing to reveal it to you.

Mountain cocks his head to the side. Although without skin he can't make facial expressions, his body language is easy enough to read.

You're not… afraid of me? he asks.

"No," you say, realizing that it's true. There is something unsettled about what you feel, but it's not anything as straightforward as fear. It's more awe mingled with curiosity.

You step back and move to circle around him, wanting to see more of him. He does a little side-step, almost like a dog who doesn't want to lose its line of sight on you. Not threatening, but… attentive.

It's strange to think that this creature is the same Mountain, the one that you work alongside every day, the same one whose large hand you've held yours against palm-to-palm to compare sizes, the same one you've kissed and touched and—

"Have you ever… you know… with a human? In this form?"

The question is out of your mouth before you can think better of it, but Mountain, unoffended, only lets out a snuffle that you take to be laughter.

I am thousands of years old, he says. Do you think that in all that time, I've never encountered a human who was… interested?

You scowl at him teasingly. "Well," you huff, "now I'm jealous."

To your surprise, one of the vines unfurls itself from somewhere you don't quite see, somewhere toward the back of his strong, thick neck, and extends toward you. With a feather-light touch, it cups your cheek, traces along the line of your jaw.

You don't have to be jealous. Do you want—

"Yes."

You barely know what you're agreeing to, but you know that you want it. Your partner might not be human—or even humanoid, at present—but you know that you love him. You know that you trust him with both your heart and your body. You're eager for whatever new things you can experience with him.

Luckily, Mountain takes you at your word. More vines appear, joining the first, caressing you through the lightweight fabric of your sundress. It's odd at first—you're used to having a human body pressed against yours, to long, messy kisses and roving hands, to touching as you are being touched—but when they begin to delve beneath your dress, caressing your nipples and the insides of your thighs and pulling your panties down, you don't think about the strangeness. You only think that you want more.

As though responding to some unspoken cue, the vines twine together, reinforcing themselves before wrapping firmly around your upper arms, your waist, your thighs, and lifting. You let out an involuntary yelp as your feet leave the ground, but you soon realize that you're in no danger of falling.

Mountain lifts you until you're even with his skeletal face. The green fire dances in the black depths of his eye sockets, the intensity sending a pleasant chill down your spine.

With a slight shift, the vines tilt you back and spread your thighs. You gasp as the air hits your pussy, drawing your awareness to how wet you are.

So beautiful. And so brave, Mountain's voice rumbles through you. May I taste you?

You nod and stammer out a yes, please, hoping you don't have to ask again because you feel like you'll die without some friction, some release, even if you have no idea what this is going to feel like, how it's going to work without the usual number of lips.

Mountain's huge, bony snout draws closer to your pussy, and his fleshless jaws part to make way for a long, purplish pink tongue. Like the rest of him, it's huge compared to your human body, a fact that becomes even more apparent when he presses it against your cunt and you realize how much area it covers.

And then it begins to move. Long, languid strokes up your center. Exploratory, because although your taste is familiar to him, this is the first time he's experiencing you while in this form, which makes it new. He takes his time to gauge your reactions—your deep sighs, the unconscious spread of your thighs wider and wider—and to build your pleasure accordingly.

It's amazing how much dexterity a tongue that size can have, how much precision. Shocking how easily the same circling pressure you like on your clit translates to what he's doing now. You could come this way, you think, already on the verge of falling apart, when his tongue folds, the tip delving down to press into your entrance as its incredible length slides along your clit.

You gasp as his tongue presses past your entrance, filling you as easily as any cock you've ever taken, more dexterous than any fingers you've ever had inside you. Your head is falling back in pleasure even before he runs the tip of his tongue over your front wall, effortlessly zeroing in on the spot that makes you cry out.

A flock of birds take flight from the trees around the clearing, startled by your volume, but you pay them no mind. The only thing you can think about is the slippery pressure of Mountain's monstrous tongue, the tension of his vines holding you in place and spreading you wider for him, the desperate need for more and more and more until you fall apart, limbs gone limp within their verdant bonds.

When you open your eyes, the first thing you notice is the flowers. Tiny buds you hadn't noticed all along the lengths of the vines, now burst into full bloom. Delicate blue morning glories and the huge, white trumpets of moonflowers and others that you can't identify, flowers, perhaps, from some other realm that human eyes have seldom if ever seen.

"Is that because of me?" you ask, breathless.

Mountain cocks his head in confusion, then realizes what you mean. It happens sometimes, he explains, when I'm… happy.

He lowers you gently onto the quilt, releasing his hold on your limbs before folding his long legs and lying down beside you.

You nestle against his furred side, sleepy from afterglow and the warmth of the afternoon sun. You let out a yawn and ask, "I make you happy?"

Mm. Yes, he says, as you begin to drift away, knowing that you are safe with him. You make me happier than I've been in centuries.

#my writing #lib ghoulette writes #ghostober 2024 #Kinktober 2024 #mountain ghoul x reader

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bedoballoons · 1 year ago

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─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

A/n: Modern School Au! Part 1! Requests/Asks open!!

{༻~What type of classmate/bf they would be~༺}

(Includes: Albedo, Tighnari, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou and Scaramouche!)

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𑁍༄Albedo:

Classmate:

Albedo would be a quiet genius, his favourite classes being art and science, which would often lead to bullies picking on him. He wouldn't be very good at sports, instead preferring to spend time indoors with a cup of tea and a large pile of books, studying for tests he already knew the answers to. He wouldn't talk in class much unless, he was answering a question no one else would answer.

Boyfriend:

He's extremely caring, bringing you your favourite beverage every morning to help wake you up as the two of you walked to class, helping you study whenever you're having trouble and he enjoys drawing you whenever you'll let him. He usually avoids confrontation when someone tries to pick on him, but the second they try anything on you he'll make it clear you're not to be messed with.

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Classmate:

Tighnari is top of his class in grades, sometimes even getting bored during lessons because he already knows it all. His absolute favourite class is herbology, he could spend every day studying plants, learning everything about them from where they originated from, to what the best way to care for them is. He's apart of a study group as well, teaching younger students things that they find more complicated and he's learning first aid on the side, a jack of all trades I'd you will.

Boyfriend:

He tends to have a busy schedule, but that doesn't stop him from making time for you, wether it's to go on dates that he's planned to perfection or to help you relax after a stressful week of exams. He's not the biggest fan of social gatherings, but being with you makes them more enjoyable and so the two of you tend to one day of the weekend dedicated to your friend group.

𑁍༄Xiao:

Classmate:

Xiao is a mystery to most of the class, only showing up every now and again whenever he chooses to, and almost always dressed in a dark coloured hoodie. His grades aren't the best and he doesn't really seem to care, never doing anything to change them. Personality wise he's not exactly a bully, but he isn't really nice either and he seems to avoid other students the best he can. The only time he seems to enjoy learning or school in general, is when it comes to music.

Boyfriend:

He's not really one for public displays of affection, preferring to spend time alone with you, sharing a air pod so you can both listen to music and forget the rest of the world exists. He's protective of you and since most of the school is afraid of him, he has no trouble showing up when you're being bullied and scaring the aggressors away. Sometimes you'll wear one of his hoodies to school and people will stare as you walk down the hallways, you know he finds it cute though, so you wear it despite the glances.

𑁍༄Kazuha:

Classmate:

Kazuha is the most enjoyable of the class, always calm and collected, with average grades and a nice personality. He takes many extracurriculars, as if he can't decide which to stay with full time, although his favourite one so far is poetics, the study of poems. He's pretty popular amongst his peers, but even so, he's more often on his own than with others.

Boyfriend:

Whenever you're feeling uncomfortable, or having a hard day, there he is. He's caring, checking on you often and helping you with whatever he can,and he absolutely loves holding you in his arms or holding hands as you two walk down the halls. He likes to leave little notes for you in your locker, usually love poems or sweet nothings, secretly hoping when you read them you'll get all blushed and think of him fondly.

𑁍༄Heizou:

Clasmate:

Heizou is very popular amongst the class, making jokes to lighten the mood and constantly keeping bullies in check. People assume he doesn't have the best grades because of his popularity status, but he actually keeps them pretty high, especially when it comes to anything to do with politics. He's a huge fan of murder mysteries, or just mysteries in general, hoping one day to become a actual detective.

Boyfriend:

He doesn't mind showing you off as the two of you walk to class, his arm wrapped around your shoulders and you proudly wearing his coat. He's definitely flirty, winking at you when he catches you staring at him in class and casually passing you notes that make your face blush. Sometimes the two of you will sneak into a secluded spot when there's a break and steal a few kisses, but he never forces you to do more.

𑁍༄Scaramouche:

Classmate:

Scaramouche is considered the average bullie, to most anyway. He has a bad attitude and people don't normally like him very much, his grades are poor even though he's completely capable of getting better ones. If it weren't for his adopted mother, he most likely wouldn't show up to school at all.

Boyfriend:

After you started dating him you realized he wasn't nearly as bad as everyone made him seem, he has a lot of past traumas which often make him act out. In reality he's actually pretty caring, staying up late with you to help you finish tests and making sure no one ever bullies you. He doesn't say I love you often, but he shows it whenever the two of are alone and usually in the most perfect ways.

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