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lavs-stimming-mood · 6 months ago
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A self-indulgent stimboard of Ortega from Pokemon Scarlet and Violet!
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kawaii--af · 4 months ago
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smuttyaf · 4 months ago
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You Can Be My Daddy
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𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰; 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝.
wc; 13.9k | masterlist
gonna post this gem to deflect from my hiatus. sorryyyy!
tw: reverse harem threesome, degradation, and choking.
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Cherry.
You remember that day so clearly. The middle of June and how the breeze ran across your skin to the sweet juice of fruit gracing your lips. It was the name given to you one early afternoon when lying with your stepfather in the ruby field past the meadow of your home.
Red dye straining flesh before tongue peeked out to relish in the juices, such innocent actions changing the duration of your relationship from then on.
Inked hands and wet kisses exchanged around trees that left sprouting leaves to lie shadows amongst your bodies. Such a beautiful sight of the both of you enveloped in each other and tasting the bitter fruit on lucid tongues, it was a moment of pure pleasure where something new blossomed.
And now there’s bunny.
That day consisted of the usual sight of oak and large antique trophies found on either side of the private school walls. Plaid skirt with the Phillips Academy logo embroidered along your chest as you made your way to your class to the beat of your mary jane’s.
You listen attentively watching the brunette teacher paste himself across the room, his own thoughts and teachings expressed throughout the hour. Broad shoulders, wide frame, and chiseled features sculpturing the middle age man that’s been on your mind since meeting in the doorway.
It was only your luck that your conscious slipped and had you stumbling over the chalk left in your hand, pink panties being on display when leaning down to pick up the mineral and return it back to its respective place.
It’s was those actions that made you stay behind in class and speak to Mr. Styles. Conversation dwindling on doing well in your studies to the length of your skirt. Obviously, you played dumb, unsure that the slight alterations to the uniform were revealing, it was never an issue before but it was known now that it was.
Now it was your turn to corner him, tease him even more when acting coy to the games you play. His nails scratched amongst the wooden desk with bulge pressed snug amongst his trousers as he stumbled over your name.
“Please bunny, I want you to respect me as I respect you.”
Oh, how those words meant absolutely nothing… a few seconds after that his lips were on yours before you fell to your knees. Wet tongue swallowing his thick cock down your throat to the point your voice grew strained.
That moment was everything to you, having your way with the man of your dreams. So tall, so firm, and the swelling head between your lips tasted like heaven with the salty taste of him.
That afternoon it was set in stone your game at hand, how you attain whatever you want with a simple bat of your eye and how it’s even worse that you get away with it. Displaying the messy strokes of his seed painting your tongue to soon swallow it down and shine a brightly lit smile at the principal.
You were too good at this… having your way with seductive hips, plump ass, and gorgeous face to match. You’re a tease and take pride in it; smiling cheerily and pushing your breasts together just right to show your teacher the soft skin he wants to touch and squeeze.
And it was going good, actually it was going really well for a few weeks. Nickname written neatly across your paper, curve spine and different colour panties everyday. It was hot and exciting! Everything you could ever wish for, but obviously that could only last for so long.
A slip up of love notes to reservations over the relationship only made you decide to make it known to Mr. Styles that you had options, and if he doesn’t want to act accordingly you’ll rub it in his face the treatment he wants with someone else.
Leaving hickeys along Luca’s neck or catching his gaze on you two when he drops you off to class. Mr. Styles' sight on the adventurous hands wandering down your backside to the kiss placed on his cheek, you wanted him to feel bad for not choosing more alone time with you, for allowing his thoughts to eat him up and not trusting in you.
All you asked of was one thing and he couldn’t even do that, how irritating… how annoying… it pissed you off not being the center of his attention like all your other toys.
But now, oh… you’re nearly bursting at the seams.
Thinking you were having your way so easily with your taunting game, it was only right for karma to turn around and bite you in the ass because just as you thought you had one up on him, the annual Phillips Academy parent teacher interviews came up and sure enough both of your parents were attending.
You tried to figure out an excuse, tried to say you had a stomach ache or a killer migraine but obviously that didn’t work on your mother, so instead you sucked it up and tried your best to not sweat the inevitable situation, and sure enough it was haunting.
Brown skin met with white, and you wanted nothing more than to drop dead right then. Both holding eye contact and stiff grip that you had to find a way out of the exchange, something that won’t show you sweating.
Immediately you dismissed your presence with your mother, a weak mention of a drink to try just to ease your thoughts. You didn’t know how the hell you managed to find yourself in this situation, your stepfather and teacher in the same room and now talking to each other, this was perfect… just perfect.
Your mother sits the translucent cup down while placing a hand to her chest, her throat clears at the same time she shakes her head gently.
“That is quite sweet for the dinner,” She comments, sight looking over the glass bottle before bidding you a smile. “But you’ve always had a sweet tooth, haven’t you.”
Your lips tug at the end, a gentle and soft grin as you nod your head. Fingers lifting your own cup to your lips and swallowing the sugary grape tinged juice before your eyes flick towards Mr. Styles and Malik, both nodding to each other in unison. The sight makes your stomach turn.
“Excuse me dear, I need to go to the powder room.” Your sight following your mom as a happy expression still plasters itself across your face as you bow your head. You watch her decorative rings toss the plastic into the garbage before leaving out the door to be alone with your thoughts.
The hammering beats of your heart quake in your chest, pads of your fingers clenching into the warmth of the cup that leaves sweaty prints along the surface. A deep breath travels through your nose with lashes fluttering as your mind completely blanks.
What the fuck did you actually get yourself into? How did you end up here? You thought you had all your lies in place, that an instance like this would never happen but yet, here you are; bambi eye and plush lips scared from the outcome of all your deceitfulness.
Shaky hands left up the cup and bring it towards your mouth as you swallow back the remaining juice. Shoulders flex back concedingly, tongue swiping across your bottom lip before you throw your trash away and take another deep breath.
With whatever slither of confidence you have within it charges your walk towards the two men. Poised spine, alluring hips and doe eyes, you know it’s the sight they love, the sight they adore and maybe, just maybe, you won’t face any consequences to your actions.
The subtle tap of your repettos sound against the old floor boards before halting, your left hip popping to the side as your arms cross over each other on your chest. Bottom lip sucked between your teeth yet chin still tilted high despite the uneasiness flowing through.
Your view falls on the jet black strands falling across his forehead as his hazel eyes pierce through you. Lengthy lashes and rugged beard captivating your sight till you switch it towards the teacher; stubble cheeks and daunting green hues. Their aura radiates a connection unbeknownst to you, one that sends a chill down your spine.
“Speaking of the devil…”
The words come off as a teasing bite, accent thick and sight roaming over your frame as if plotting to have his way with you just like the many times he would tell you about over the phone, except this time it’s different, this time there’s a glimmer of deception.
Firm shoulders and board chests tower over your appearance as both their view latch onto your petite frame and doe eyes so oblivious and worried over the two men standing next to each other.
“Father...” Voice quiet and sincere as you look towards him. Fingers fitting against your arms as you try to keep your composure.
And you watch closely, the way his hand leaves his pocket and runs over his jaw, teeth kissing together as he shakes his head amused at your appearance. The fat flesh of your lips run over each other with eyes blinking between both bodies in amazement at the sight.
“Y/N…” Your step-father counters, head leaning to the side as he smirks down at you so coy and scared.
“Still being promiscuous, are we?”
Mouth runs dry with throat growing strain and fingers running clammy against the material of your blazer. The pounding in your ribs reaches your ears and sends nervous shockwaves throughout your brain.
Lashes flutter hesitantly between the two as you feel the creases between your toes begin to slither with sweat. Your teeth clench down on each other, nails scratching into polyester at the same time your lips fall apart.
He’s fucking with you, he has to be. He can’t possibly know what’s going on between you and your teacher, he absolutely can’t.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Thick droplet of spit eerily sliding down your esophagus, with ears ringing and jaw tight as you refrain from looking at the teacher.
That has Mr. Malik chuckle, deep and amused to the point that Mr. Styles joins along too. It has your eyes darting to him, heart causing painful shocks to run throughout your chest as the pads of your fingers begin to cause pain in your biceps.
This isn’t possible… are you even registering what truly is happening in the moment… are you in the Twilight Zone? You have to be, because the two men in your life are laughing together like old pals or something.
The taps of your mother’s heel rattles your spine, her heavy footsteps has your sight tearing away and looking towards her with an irritated smile, thankful she can at least save you.
Her perfume floods your nose as her own teeth shine in annoyance, her hand wraps around your shoulder as she brings you in dramatically to squeeze you into her body.
“My apologies dear, and Mr. Styles,” She smiles towards you before turning towards your stepfather. “Jessica managed to mix up the meeting with the Allen’s so we have to cut the day short unfortunately.”
A deep exhale leaves you as your grin turns to happiness. Thank god! This was perfect, literally saved at the right moment. Your feet flex in your shoes as you roll onto your toes, head swaying to the side to catch sight over your father who looks completely unfazed.
“We still have a couple more teachers to see, no?” Mr. Malik questions while giving your mother his full attention.
“Yes, but I really need to make it, I’m already ten minutes behind.”
“It’s okay love, you go and I’ll see the rest of them. Your viewings are always quite short.”
Your smile flattens, plucked brows pushing together as you try to comprehend if this is actually happening. It certainly can’t be real… you really have to be dreaming. Just when you think you’re about to get off scot free here is your father dangling his own satisfaction in front of your face.
Your throat grows strain, fingers curling in on each other while you fall to your heels. Your eyes roll obnoxiously as your head turns and catches sight on your history teacher. Flesh between his teeth and raised eyebrows, you can tell there’s a playful glint of happiness in his eyes, something you’ve never witnessed before.
“You’re a lifesaver! Thank you!” Cheerful voice rushes as she leans in and kisses both of his cheeks.
Now your heart is erratically beating to the point it’s the only thing that sounds through your ears as if white noise. Your mother rushes to hug you again before saying something that you don’t even comprehend because you’re completely fucked.
The strands of her hair trail away in breeze of blurry vision and slow breathing, nails digging into your cuticles as your gaze pans between the two men, your stepfather smirking charmingly and Mr. Styles with lip between his teeth.
You wish there was just a few more minutes for you to grasp everything thrown at hand. To collect your thoughts and lie accordingly but you don’t get that chance, not right now, not in this moment.
Eyes flick between brown loose curls to dark straight hair, from prickly bread to thick one, to piercing green eyes to alluring hazel hues. You’re ruined, absolutely ruined… and when looking between the two men does your mind really scramble.
There are only two choices you have; twirl around with tail between your legs or confront the issue at hand.
And because those are your only two options the sound of your heels tap against the floor as your vision fades from every single nerve swallowing you whole. Anxiety wasn’t even the word to describe how you’re feeling, and frankly you want it to evaporate immediately.
Without a second thought your feet are turning against the hardwood, arms falling to your side as lashes shelter your vision as you inhale deeply and place one foot in front of the other. Your chest surging with every beat of your heart as you try to think straight.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Bradford accent clouding your ears as your wrist is caught within his palm. The grip over you has your body twist around and look at your stepfather with fury in your gaze. You would rather die than remain standing here at this moment.
“We’re not done here.”
Fingers curl into each other as sight never breaks, your teeth clench down on each other with toes curling into your shoes. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
There’s really nothing you can do. You can’t turn away and hide, you can’t plaster a smile as if everything is okay, you can’t do anything but accept this for what it is.
So with that your posture relaxes. Shoulders slouching, jaw loosening, and deep breath escaping. For once you lost at your own game. You’re not in control anymore and only in this moment do you realize that you haven’t been as soon as these two met.
There’s a silent connection between them, from their eye contact to stance. Something unknown is brewing and it makes your stomach quiver. Never in a million years did you think this would happen, but it is, and you’re caught red handed.
“Mr. Styles was actually telling me about your most recent essay, a plus was it?” His attention turns towards the teacher who nods his head in agreement.
“Yes, it was written exceptionally well.” Mr. Styles continues while raising his hand to his chin and rubbing the skin there.
“I was so intrigued when he told me about it that we agreed to go to his classroom and look over your work.” Your eyes flick between the two men who look at each other with pride. “I’ve always loved your writing, so you won’t mind, now would you?”
You don’t even say anything as your father releases your wrist and smiles down at you happily. Of course he’s thrilled with whatever endeavor he has planned, if you were in his shoes you would be as well.
The two men walk past you in your dazed out state and continue to chat with each other as if best mates in the span of half an hour. You don’t even try and further understand this situation but instead tread slowly behind the two men as they walk down the long corridor before making their way up to the third floor and into your familiar classroom.
Because of the events taking place today everyone seems to be remaining on the first floor which just leaves the rest of the school eerily quiet to the point goosebumps prick your skin, especially when your the last one to step through the door.
Your hand hooks around the knob as you step backwards and close it. View looking over the two men as one goes through his desk and the other leans into the structured object.
“Come here dear.” Mr. Malik orders while gesturing towards you.
A tight limb smile spreads as you roll your eyes and lazily make your way towards him, heels sounding against the floorboards as you pass the rows of desk to the left of you and stand next to your father.
At the same time Mr. Styles rounds the desk with paper in hand, thumb peeling the three layered essay apart while he looks over the lengthy written sheet. His sight skimming down the page before he hums pleasantly.
“Marie Antoinette is very known to the point of being called famous, but yet it is not for any good deeds. She is most well known for her selfishness and self indulgence.” He reads before passing the papers to your father who nods his head while examining it.
“Seems like you and Marie have some things in common.” Mr. Malik comments while turning to look at you peering up at him.
Your jaw tenses before slight flicks towards Mr. Styles, his view already locked on you; and normally you would be happy that you have his attention, especially with the way it obviously looks over your frame, but right now, in this moment, it’s something you dislike.
“Wouldn’t you agree?” Your teacher continues playing off your father's words which only leaves you a mess of nerves.
You’re the one who’s supposed to have them on edge, have them on the tip of their toes. You’re the one who’s supposed to have them reeling with discomfort, not the other way around. Yet, here you are with sweat slithering in every crevice of your body in the position that you love to put them in.
“N—no.” Voice barely even heard as your lips curl into each other.
“No?” Mr. Malik reiterates only making you look back towards your father.
Your tongue peeks out your mouth to run over your bitten lip, deep breath escaping your throat as you let your eyes close.
It’s time to face the facts. You’re stuck in a room with two men who you’ve led on just for the fun of it. Here you are left standing between these two because having your way with them just does something to your mind, to your body, and spirit that you just have to toy with them. But now you’re here and surrounded by your own faults and deceitfulness, having nothing else to do but accept that you’ve lost.
“You’re really smart cherry, so just use that beautiful brain of yours.”
Eyes immediately flash open at the call of your nickname, nails releasing from their previous hold as your chest turns towards your father who smirks down at you. His hand placing your essay down on the desk while his own body follows suit and goes parallel to yours as he watches you fumble.
“Father—”
“—Sir.”
At the same time he corrects you, the rough pad of Mr. Styles finger is dragging up the revealing skin of your thighs, his warm breath fanning over the right side of your neck only putting you further in uneasiness.
“What is this?” You question as your teacher steps closer to the point you feel his erection against your backside.
“What you always wanted.” His voice panning over your neck so warm and sultry that your knees tremble.
Spit runs down your throat slowly, sight looking over the way your father's lips twitch into a smirk. Once again, his head shakes in utter disappointment.
“Speechless?” Mr. Malik says while leaning towards you to the point there’s little space left between you both.
“The first time she doesn’t have anything snarky to say.” Mr. Styles chuckles into your neck that has you absolutely feening.
Even though you’re scared shitless you can’t deny that the scene before you is remarkably hot. Both men squish you against themselves as they lure you in with their teasing movements. It has your adrenaline pumping. The fact your teacher has his thick cock nestled between your clothed cheeks while your father looks down at you so content with the situation at hand. You’re flushed and bothered, and quite frankly you’re excited for whatever is in store.
“Tell us bunny, why did you lie?”
“Yes, cherry, tell us why?”
Both nicknames run across your skin that leaves goosebumps in their wake. It’s nerve racking but it feels too good to not fall prey to their taunts.
They're both so handsome; tall to the point they tower over you, delicious cologne flooding your nose as rough hands feel over your body. You simply couldn’t resist them, not when they have you like this.
“I thought it was only me?”
“So did I… especially when it’s just us two at home… all alone…”
The mention of your life outside of school with the older man has your teacher grip your flesh even rougher, heavy huff escaping him showcasing itself clear that the comment made him jealous and you can’t help the way your heart skips a beat at the near thought of him being possessive over you.
Your father bites down on his bottom lip, his hand dragging along the desk to soon fit itself along your stomach and slither its way up your side and begin to fondle your breast. The charming glint in his eye is distinctive to the many times you two have fooled around, it’s your favorite feature that you’ve distinguished since the beginning of your relationship, and without even thinking a whimper slips out.
Immediately your fingers curl into your side as Mr. Styles continues to rub your hips roughly, his own waist rutting into you that your lashes flutter in pure satisfaction. This feels so good.
“I’m sorry.” Whisper trailing out so soft and quiet that you sound innocent and so sweet, like you didn’t drag them into your game; but the only difference now is that the two grown men sandwiched on either side of you are smarter than that.
Both of them laugh hauntingly, touch continuing to roam and grope to the point you're a moaning mess under their touch, especially when your father fits his other hand between your legs and feels you through your soiled panties.
A deep breath spills from your lips while both hands go to wrap along his wrist, eyes bulging and chest flexing towards his as Mr. Styles shoves you deeper when grinding against you. Thin fingers glide through your folds making you feel the dampness of your panties press against your heated skin.
“You hear that, she’s sorry.” Your stepfather breathes against your lips, so close and teasing that you shiver under the pressure.
“Oh, that’s so hard to believe.” Your teacher smiles against your skin that the air you ingest does little to calm your pinching nerves.
“Do you think that little apology is enough for us?” His hand gripping your breast even rougher as his fingers gently feel over your wet clothed hole. “After everything you put us through?”
Your head shakes slowly, eyes never breaking contact as you continue to let them feel over your body. He is right, after all the tricks you play that barely audible plea isn’t enough, especially with the way they touch and tease you it’s clear the apology that they’re looking for isn’t something that you can just say to squeeze yourself out of this situation.
“Having my job on the line…” Mr. Styles coos while pressing his lips into your thumping pulse.
“And my marriage…” Mr. Malik so close to your lips that you whimper at the near feel of him.
“So we think it’s only right for us to have our turn with you. The way we want.”
Warm breath falls over your lips so alluring and dominant that you can’t help yourself from surging forward and locking yours with his. The cool spearmint on his tongue travels through your lips and along yours as they wrap around each other.
It’s been months since you’ve gone without the delectable taste of him that it has you moaning immediately from the touch and the way he floats across your tastebuds. So sweet yet musky, so strong yet soft.
You missed him so much… the way he tastes, the way he feels, how he completely envelops every twitch that itches through your body. A high moan rakes through your throat, head swaying to the side as Mr. Styles begins to nip and suck at your neck, the slick feel of your skin growing hot and bruised only makes your ass back into the teacher further while your father continues to fondle you.
Plush lips slouch amongst yours with ease as the alluring taste of him is so delicious that your fingers curl even tighter around his wrist. Teasingly his mouth pulls away, teeth biting into flesh and tugging gently which only further reminds you of your need for him.
“Miss me?” Hazel eyes peeling open to watch your lips part, heavy breath drawing in as his index finger curves deeper into your hole. The restraint of your lace panties peeking into your flesh has you shivering.
“Yes.” You sigh with grip loosening and head cranning towards him.
The answer to his question has Mr. Styles nails sink deeper into your skin as they rake along your waist. Such heavy motions leaving scratches to the point it sends chills throughout that you can’t help but shudder at the feel.
The split ends of his curls rub against the temple of your forehead which causes your sight to turn and look towards him who doesn’t hesitate to lean forward. His lips sinking onto yours and enveloping the sweet taste of him. His saliva sweeps through your bloodstream tasting of honey and him, and just like that you're back to moaning underneath his touch.
Your tongue accepts the way he fills your mouth and fights for dominance. So rough and demanding as he rubs his muscle against yours in pure satisfaction. The two flavors of them mixing together and injesting themselves throughout your system was heaven and you simply just want more of it.
Your fathers hand prodes away at your hole shallowly, his own breath fanning across the other side of your neck as you continue to whimper against the man french kissing you.
It’s the combination of their grips gracing your skin and lips pressing love into exposed flesh that has you pull from the exchange out of breath. Heart pounding in your ear and nails pinching into the material of your step fathers blazer.
The feelings coursing through is something you never felt before; both men giving you the attention that you love so much, that you crave so much and adore… the attention that you truly deserve. It was intoxicating and better than anything you can imagine, it’s why your eyes have a screen of submission crossing over, and why you look towards your dad with your cheeks all heated and lips bruised.
“Can I sir?” Voice coming out in a wisp of uncertainty but desire. The sound being so pleasant that it has your father smile down at you.
“Can you what?” He reiterates, fingers leaving their position to run up your folds and play with your clit.
It makes you whine, head bobbing a bit as Mr. Styles lands heavy pecks into your neck. His hands now feeling across the ends of your skirt cup your cheeks and force you forward into your dad.
“Can I have you both… please?” Lashes blinking up at him as your lip sucks itself between your teeth.
Such words falling from your mouth has your father’s signature look tug across his features, his grip leaving your legs and fitting his fingers into your mouth. He watches closely the way they enter and how you don’t hesitate to immediately suck them.
Tongue twisting around skinny fingers tasting the muted taste of yourself as doe eyes stare up at him as he continues to fit them deeper and deeper into your throat. The pads of his digits collect the saliva draping along the service, heavy grip rubbing along your taste buds making you softly moan at the feel.
His version goes dark, eyes flickering as his sight drinks you in; plush lips and wet pussy just letting his fingers slide through your heavenly mouth, it makes him groan lowly, touch drawing away and running your spit across your lips, his touch tracing your cupid’s bow as your mouth parts erotically simply loving the attention.
“Cherry… my dear… you never had a choice.”
Those words have your skin burn even brighter, flesh still flexing against his fingers as he smiles hauntingly.
So this was their plan when left alone, lead you to the third floor where no one would be and let them have their way with you. This was hot, like extremely hot, nothing that you could’ve imagined before.
“Why don’t you get on your knees.” Mr. Styles breathes into your ear, his palms feeling over your ass before landing a soft smack that has your father chuckle so sinisterly that it makes your pussy throb.
Your head nods just at the same time your father pulls his fingers away, his body stepping back slightly as his hands fall to his belt only leading you to bend your knees. One hand balancing itself behind you on your teacher's thigh as the other holds onto your father's hip.
Jingling of metal sounds throughout the space before it's being met with slacks drawing down skin. Mr. Styles shuffles closer amongst the floor while your body positions itself better in front of them as if repenting for the sins about to happen.
Big round eyes dazzle in the soft light as you watch both of them reveal their erect cocks. Your father is lengthy and skinny compared to your teacher, all thick and girthy, it has you licking your lips with sight looking between the two completely captivated.
The left hand perched along Mr. Styles thigh creeps up his pelvic bone while the one situated on your father's hip roams amongst his skin to grip his dick. Fingers encasing around his length and tugging downwards gently as you don’t hesitate to lean forward and suck the head of his cock into your mouth.
It’s salty and sweet, just the way you like him which has you moaning immediately. Lashes batting up at him as your lips sink further letting spit coating him in every inch of your mouth descending further till he reaches the back of your throat. Eyes flick up at him as the swollen head of him tickles your uvula, the fingers wrapped around him slides down with ease as you draw back up his cock.
Leaning forward your lips to pierce together to let a heavy droplet of spit paint his cock, your fingers drawing up him to curl around the extra coat of lube to drag back down.
Humming pleasantly your head turns towards your teacher as the hand on his hip carries his cock towards your mouth. Tongue stretching out to run along the underside of him as you look up, his brown curls tossed behind his face as he begins to undo the buttons of his dress shirt.
Unknown ink being exposed along his flesh that has you grinning against his warm cock, mouth drawing from the base of him and humming pleasantly at how good he looks.
“You’re so handsome.” You comment before you run your tongue across the slit of his crown.
It makes Mr. Styles hiss immediately, his hands going to either side of your face with a smirk drawing across his lips as you tear away smiling at him.
“So pretty…” Mouth parting as you finally envelope him. Velvet walls sucking him in lovingly as your hand curls around the width of him.
Spit encases the erect flesh as he fills up your mouth. His grip over your jaw forces you to swallow him down just like the first time. Nose brushing along his groin just as he tags the back of your throat.
Your eyes roll at the feel of your airway closing around him, the hand wrapped around the base of his cock curls around the underside as you trail back up his cock. Saliva strung along the head of him to your tongue swirling around his crown before you’re moaning and pulling away.
Mr. Styles hands fall from your face as your sight looks over your step father who begins removing his blazer just as your mouth wraps around his dick. Tongue circling around his girth as your fingers glide up and down his lengthy cock while twisting it in opposite directions.
That’s how your knees end up bruised in the passing moments, lips moving between the two cocks in front of your face as the men before you begin undressing and treating you like the object that you are.
Swelling crowns diving deep till they touch the back of your throat, hands carding through your hair with each exchange urging you to take them further and further till you’re pulling away begging for air.
Tears breech your waterline as your chest burns in pain, your throat strains itself with each descent of their wet cocks abusing your throat. It aches but in the most beautiful way because the sight bestowed upon you is absolutely remarkable.
Such handsome grown men using you as their toy. Sexy tattooed skin, tall firm bodies and their gorgeous spit soaked erections leaving you drunk at the sight. Touch running across flesh as their lips part, electing moans as their sight never tears away from watching every movement you make.
Twisting wrist and red tongue sending pleasure to both as they observe how eager you are at this moment compared to before. How dainty and scared to now swallow them down so needy and submissive.
“Here, come here,” Your father rushes as your lips pull away from the underside of his cock. His grip is rough as he drags you up by your shoulders, palm pushing you into the desk as the other lands a deafening smack against your ass.
“Fuck!” Raspy voice crying out as you feel his fingers roughly shove your panties down your legs. Without waiting a second his fingers are drawing down your folds collecting your juices before thrusting into your dripping hole.
A moan carries out of your sore throat, nails curling into the gloss over the oak desk, as your eyes catch on the intricate detail of the butterfly tattoo plastered along Mr. Styles abdomen.
His hands carry your chin away from the table to press his lips against yours. Soft lingering peppermint tongue gracing yours as your father drags his fingers out to thrust back in.
His touch collects the juices you expel to curl into your pussy so beautifully that you can’t help but to break away from the kiss with a moan. Sight flickering open to catch Mr. Styles' green eyes watching the way your lips fall apart to sing such a beautiful tune.
His thumb leaves your chin to swipe along your bitten flesh, rough pad of his finger tugging at the skin before he’s leaning over and peppering soft kisses against your whimpering mouth.
“Take this off.” Your father orders interrupting the affection being displayed as his free hand tugs at your blazer.
Mouths part away from each other as you raise off your elbows, hands pulling at the ends of your school uniform as Mr. Styles helps with tugging it down your shoulders. The clear buttons of your button up are next as he begins undoing them to reveal your bra clad chest.
Your hands immediately go behind your back to unclasp it, your bouncy breast displaying itself with swollen nipples that your teacher can’t help but lean down and capture them between his lips. Warm mouth sucking you in so heavenly as your father slides his fingers in so gracefully that it was impossible for you to not contain yourself from every nerve consuming you.
“Please sir, please?” You call just as your dress shirt runs down your shoulder when letting your hands run through Mr. Styles curls.
Your father’s fingers thrust back in leisurely feeling your slick nectar encase themselves around every fold of his skin as your sweet wetness adds comfort as he continues to thrust into your plush walls.
Feet shuffle amongst the floor as Mr. Malik dots kisses down the wings of your spine, his fingers continuing to curl into your pussy as his lips trail down your back. His knees flexing as his other hand grips your backside roughly pulling your cheeks apart as he lets his face descend down your lower back to lie between your cheeks.
Wet muscle slithering along your asshole just as his fingers draw away to spread your other cheek apart to run his tongue down your pussy. A harmonious moan floats from your mouth at the adventurous pleasure floating between both holes.
A warm vibration floats along your skin at your father moaning from the taste of you. Tongue trailing out from his mouth to replace where his fingers once were. Strong yet tantalizing touch dipping into your pussy to taste your juices that has your toes curl at the feel.
Such sensual touch roaming all over your body has your heart pounding in your ear. From Mr. Styles sucking your nipples into his mouth to your father continuing to spread your ass even further to let his love run though, the feeling roaming throughout is absolutely unexplainable.
Your chest falls deeper into your teacher, fingers dragging out of his hair and down his neck with another moan escaping into the air.
Every object in the room bears witness to the sinful actions taking place. How grown men have their way with a girl who played them both in the first place, how her actions lead her to be bent over the desk ready for anything in store. How this crude behavior on the premises of the school should leave everybody in the room full with such disgrace however does the exact opposite.
It has your father groan against your pussy in pure arousal as his lips curl against your sweet ones as he draws up your slit to bury his tongue into your asshole. “Yes, fuck, yes.” Bitten flesh curling into your mouth trying to restrain yourself from drawing blood from your teacher's skin.
Mr. Malik's right hand peels away for you to spread your cheeks once more. His mouth pulling away just in time to land a thick saliva teardrop running down your second hole to lead down the slit of your pussy.
His breath floats up your back, his hand smacking your heated ass cheeks once more before taking himself into his hands. Without second thought the crown of his cock runs over the mess as his lips skim across the nape of your neck leaving a trail of goosebumps.
“You like this, huh?” Voice in your ear as if a second conscious while he continues to rub himself along you. “Like being our toy to play with… to use…”
Rough grip landing another demanding strike that jerks your body closer into the grown man still feeling along your breasts; and to add the pleasure does your father finally thrust into your pussy.
Every inch of him drags down your walls slowly to let you feel every inch of him, make you remember all you've been missing out on when someone else has been on your mind. He wants it ingrained in your mind everything you forgot about when not back home and under your covers.
“Tell me baby, tell me,” Teeth biting at your ear lobe just as his hips meet your backside. The feeling of his lengthy cock pressed tightly against your sweet spot leaves you shivering once again.
Mr. Styles pulls away from your swollen nipples, his lips running up your chest to consume every whimper falling from your lips.
Just as much as he wants to admire the beauty of your face completely drunk off pleasure he can’t help but feel jealousy surge through him. The way your lashes flutter to your nose twitching, it just leaves him with thoughts of him only being the one who should be making you feel like that.
It’s why one of his hands wraps around your throat to allow your gaze to connect while the other takes your wrist off the desk and brings it towards his cock, your fingers immediately wrapping around him as a whimper floats out of your mouth when your father thrusts back in.
“Such a dirty girl.” Mr. Styles says against your parted lips. His mouth swallowing every moan crawling out as your eyes shine and let your touch drag down his cock. “Like getting fucked by your step-dad, huh?” His grip tightening around your throat as your head bobs with each stroke pleasuring every part of you.
That’s the thing you loved about your father the most, the fact he fills you up so beautifully, so lean and lengthy that it tags your cervix each time that has you a panting mess begging for more. Your dress shirt is messily running down your arm, skirt hiked up with a screen of sweat roaming over your skin as you continue to bounce to each drum of the assault fucking you into oblivion.
“Mmm I missed him…” You sigh, lashes batting as your wrist loosely jerks your teacher off. “I missed him so much.” You mumble intoxicated with the way his cock drags down your walls enticingly.
The comment only makes Mr. Styles bite down on his lip, nostril flaring and eyes burning a different hue of green. His touch tenses against your skin as the look over your face combined with your breath hitching urges himself to draw away from you and force your head towards his cock.
Your father smirks, his hand continuing to spread your cheeks to watch where you both meet every time he thrusts back into you. Creamy discharge wrapping around him to glisten in the soft light and run over every protruding vein that displays his desire towards you, and now the scene before him with you proclaiming how much you miss him right in front of the man who has your attention while at this boarding school, his paste only increases.
“That’s my good girl, that’s my cherry.” His other hand running up your spine to hold the nape of your neck and control your movements as your mouth wraps around Mr. Styles cock.
Each stride into your pussy causes your mouth to move down his dick further as your grip continues to grope down the expanse.
Plump lips sucking him down as your father pinches your sweet spot each time he draws out to plunge back in. You’re so turned on with both men having their way that your pussy emits squelching sobs every time he rocks back in.
The oak desk jerks with every pound of his hips as he fucks you into the desk. Pen, name plate, and even the chair tucked into the table shuffling with each time you're being plowed into the table. The two bodies in the room relishing in the feeling of them using you after all the mind games you put them through, it’s completely thrilling to them, especially to you.
One cock sending undeniable pleasure while the other stretches your throat. You could die right now and be happy at the feeling of them spreading you apart and using you as their toy.
“Fuck… sir…” Mouth tearing away from your teacher's cock leaving a string of saliva from his head to connect to your lips.
Knees flex forward as your right foot subconsciously lifts up towards your calf as you feel your nerves pinch and tug up your spine as your pussy continues to accept every jab. The hand perched next to your stomach tears away from the table to sink between your pelvis to try and rub your clit.
“No, no, no,” Mr. Malik coos as his free hand captures your forearm and wraps it around your back halting your movements.
“Gonna cum my way,” He grunts with grip twisting your skin while he continues barreling down your walls. “Or not at all.”
“Sir,” You plead with fingers tightening around your teacher's cock as your head continues to jerk forward.
“C’mon cherry, come on my cock.” Mr. Malik demands, his hand slipping away from your neck to collect your hair in his grasp and turn your head around.
His sight watches your eyes barely remain open as your chest inhales heavily at the physical touch racing your heart erratically. His dominating touch peels your vision back as the other restricts you from doing anything further to your body that he doesn’t want.
“Do it baby, just the way I like.” He continues to egg on as his hips now sound throughout the room only making your spine curve further into the desk.
And Mr. Styles watches everything happen; the way your eyes roll, brows itch together as your voice elects the most beautiful moan just in time as your thighs begin to shake uncontrollably. His hands by your temple run through your hair seeking to comfort as gasps begin to travel between your lips.
“Mhmm,” Your father hums in encouragement as his paste never halts but continues as he fucks your through your orgasm. “That’s my cherry.” His grip releases along your wrist to drag down your back and hold your hip.
“That’s my good girl.” He groans as your plush walls continue to tick around him in the feverish aftermath of your climax. “Right?” Hand in your hair tugging your head gently as your eyes completely glossed over in lust nod up at him.
His lips tug into a smirk before his sight cuts towards Mr. Styles, tongue peeking out of his mouth before his free hand falls from your hip and collects himself as he pulls out. The feeling of him leaving you empty only has you crying out pathetically.
The two men switch places; this time your teacher is perching one of your knees up onto the desk as the other pushes your skirt even higher up your hips. Your father steps in front of you with a glistening cock and swollen balls that have you licking your lip at the sight.
“Oh my god.” You moan as you feel Mr. Styles replace where Mr. Malik just was. His thickness expands your walls just to apply even more pressure against your cervix as he continues to spread you out when nestling himself between your folds.
Your head turns with hands balancing you along the desk, view cascading down the muscular teacher holding your sides as he presses himself tightly against your dripping lips. Mouth parting open in pure arousal as draws away to thrust back in only making you feel like he’s stretching you out more then your father.
“Daddy,” You cry, nails curling into the wood as sight never breaks away from his hips drawing back and hair framing his face with stride. “You feel so good.”
Compliment trailing out without second thought as you whimper in complete enjoyment of him fucking you right after your dad just did. His cock fills you up so heavy and delicious that you’re shivering at the feel, mouth hanging open and brows relaxing as he strokes into you heavenly.
Mr. Malik teeth clench down amongst each other at the sight before him, how you’re so enthralled with the feeling consuming you that the teacher bestows that his hand goes behind your neck, grip tightening to try and turn your attention but however, you’re not budging.
“Yeah… you like this, don’t you bunny?” Teasing voice of your teacher floating into the heated atmosphere as his eyes never tear away from your bouncing breasts and submissive face.
“Yes, daddy… you feel so good,” You gush at the same time you let your hips retreat back into his only having the head of his cock tag your g-spot each time.
“That’s right,” He grunts with one hand leaving your hips and tugging at the collar of your dress shirt to drape it off your arms and leave your upper half completely nude.
“That’s my good bunny.”
That nickname so foreign to your step-father makes his grip even tighter as he finally directs your attention to look forward. Baby hairs collecting with sweat by your forehead as your mouth continues to expel harmonious moans at the feeling conveying throughout your body.
Mr. Malik's upper lip rubs against his nose as his head shakes disappointedly, his chin tilting for a moment before his head is leaning towards your ear.
“Look at you being the whore you are.” Such disrespectful words that should turn you off doing the complete opposite as you sigh pleasantly at the comment.
“Like getting fucked by two men? Like getting passed around like the dirty slut you are, huh?” His other hand going towards his cock as you continue to moan and whimper as your body jerks into his chest from each thrust.
“Every time I’ve asked you something you’ve been ignoring me… but not him.” His teeth kissing against each other as his grip continues to tighten. “Calling him your daddy before me, you’re so fucked up cherry.”
A high pitch moan escapes as Mr. Styles' paste increases, his waist clapping into your backside as your vision continues to bob between your fathers caramel skin and the chalkboard nailed to the wall.
“All that I do for you and this is how you repay me?” Voice filled with dissatisfaction as he raises up and brings his cock towards your mouth.
“Mm- I’m sorry,” You whine, eyes looking up at him sincere as your hand leaves the desk to curl around his dazzling cock.
“No, you’re not.” Mr. Malik comments while shaking his head once more while continuing to urge your head down. “Sluts like you are never sorry.”
The crown of his dick breaks through your lips and has you taste your climax as he forces you to take all of him. His hand once holding himself cards through your hair and collects the strands into a makeshift ponytail as you swallow him down.
“Yeah, do what you’re meant to do.” He grunts as your head bobs from the thrusts behind you that control your movements from inching further and further down him.
Mr. Malik was more than furious that he had to find out you were being devious and giving yourself away to men who weren’t him. From your failed previous attempt to the one fucking you on his desk he’s pissed off. He should never have to share you nor have to confront the issue that you’ve been ignoring his every demand unless being controlled to do so. You have him fighting to restrain himself from demanding more attention out of you as you lie spread out taking another man’s dick.
And it wasn’t helping that he was pleasuring you in ways he just was. Vibrating mouth and burning skin displaying itself each time Mr. Styles thrusts back into you and how your pussy emits the sweetest noise that he wants on repeat. He wants to tear you off of him, punish you the way he wants, but right now, the feeling of your throat gasping for air from being too drunk off the sensations combing through he’ll take what he can get until you finally return home.
“Holy shit!” You groan as your mouth pulls away to allow air to fill your lungs. Swollen lips falling apart as you both find the perfect rhythm of his cock filling you up just right as your hips meet his every time.
“That’s right, take it like a good girl.” Mr. Styles encourages as his hand twists around the cloth along your hips and pulls you closer to him only making his cock delve deeper into your walls.
“Yeah, a good girl who likes to get double dipped, right?” Your father’s teasing voice including himself as he watches your tongue escape your mouth to lick the slit along his head.
“Yes, fuck, yes.” You moan with one hand leaving the desk and curling around his cock to twist it down the expanse of him. “I like it… I like it so much.” Words coming out drowsy and needy as you look over his dick glistening in your fluid as your teacher continues to bury you into the table.
“Yeah, you love it don’t you?” Mr. Styles encourages as one hand leaves his hips to land a smack against your already bruised flesh that leaves you crying outl.
“Daddy,” You moan, eyes squeezing shut as you feel tingles begin to run up the bottom of your foot. Stomach fluttering against the now sweaty service as your pussy continues to accept every tormenting thrust.
“Dirty fucking slut.” Your father breathes out as your hand curls up his shaft with a tight grip as your head begins to sway. Goosebumps spreading along your body as your limbs begin to shake at the waves rippling through.
“I can’t.. daddy… sir…” Fumbling over your words as your mouth parts and hips still against your teacher. Your hand halting its movements as your body lies across the desk with no effort to balance yourself from your orgasm racing through.
“Tell daddy you love it, tell me bunny.” Mr. Styles calls as he never slows down. Aggressive thrusts continue to bruise your cervix with each jab unable to resist the pulsing feeling over your climax wrapping around him.
“Mmm my god, I love it,” You cry, your hand leaving your fathers cock to drag against the table as your heart thumps against your chest. “I love it so much.” Blabbering into the desk as your eyes flutter and mind goes completely blank, the only thing coherent is the dick sending sensation through every bone in your body.
“Look at her,” Mr. Malik comments, his fingers drawing through your hair as you moan into the desk with spit dripping from your lips so high off dick that you’re on a whole other planet. “Cock drunk, innit.” He chuckles mischievously, having fun at breaking you down.
“Yes… I’m so… in love… I love this so much,” Moaning the words out sloppily as your nails drag down the expanse of the glossy service trying to regain consciousness.
A drumming beat swells along your pelvic bone as tears prick your eyes from the feeling encasing itself all over you. Such heavy thickness spreading you out to leave your pussy a soiled mess with puffy lips and drench folds. It’s mind numbing how immersed you are with the arousal coursing through your body, how every limp lies weak and tired as you lose control of your muscles and lie squirming along the desk.
“You’re so good… such a good girl,” Your father coos as his fingers continue to card through your hair.
Chest continues heave erratically as Mr. Styles hips begin to roll into your body, his grip controlling your hips to relax as he pastes himself. Sweaty fingertips persuading movements as the two men watch over how consumed you are by such pleasure. How your body twitches against the desk and mouth humming every few seconds trying to grasp a single comprehensive nerve.
“Letting us use like this,” Mr. Styles adds with thrust dragging slowly down your walls. “You’re the best bunny.” As his face leans down to press kisses amongst the wings of your back.
Again, annoyance flares through your father. His eyes shift away from your wrecked expression to cut his eyes towards the teacher who pays no mind to him when he dots his love along your shoulder. Fingers escape your hair to run along your neck before he’s leaning forward in your ear.
“I can make you feel better cherry,” He mutters while enveloping the sweet smell of your perfume that he’s missed so much when nestle in this spot. “Haven’t you missed me?”
“Yes sir… please?” You moan without hesitation as the feel of his thick beard rubs against your skin, so prickly yet smooth that it eases the adrenaline coursing through.
The familiar chuckle running across your cheek only reminds you just how much you’ve missed how playful and commanding he is over you. How you’ve missed his lengthy cock touching you just right as he roughs you up just the way you like, oh how you missed him tremendously.
“Switch.” Mr. Malik states as he pulls away from your face. His sight watching closely as Mr. Styles lands one last kiss along the shoulder opposite of him before he draws out of your bruised pussy.
They round the desk once again; this time Mr. Malik positions you on your back with the ends of your skirt running across your stomach and erect nipples on display. It’s the view before him that is just another reminder to your father why he’s so in love with you and the games you play. How cherry red and swollen your pussy looks, all wide and exposed with your juices glistening in the light that he can’t help himself but to lean forward and suck your lips into his mouth.
Tongue dragging up and down your stretched hole as he hums pleasantly from the mixed taste of you on his tongue. “Sir…” You moan delightfully, eyes rolling erotically as your back flexes against the damp desk.
“Always treat me so good,” You gasp just as he runs his flesh over your clit and circles it around his taste buds making you quiver against the feel.
He groans against you, one hand leaving your hip to collect your fingers along the desk and intertwine them together. Reassuring touch displaying itself in the heated room that Mr. Styles can’t help but feel envious at the pleasure he now brings you. He takes himself into his own hand and shifts along to where your head lies across the desk, his grip tapping his dick along your cheek.
Without hesitation your mouth is opening yet barely giving the needed attention as your father continues to swirl your bundles of nerves along his tongue.
“C’mon bunny, you can do better than that.” Mr. Styles comments just as another moan escapes your mouth with head falling back from Mr. Malik sucking your pussy back into his mouth.
“But daddy, it feels so good.” You moan with sight tearing away from your fathers nose rubbing against you to look towards your teacher who flares up at the comment.
He collects his dick back in his hand to tug himself off as he leans down, other hand holding your locks to lift your head to the point you get an even better view of your dad lapping his tongue all over you.
“I bet I can eat you pussy better than that.” Mr. Styles whispers so alluring that it has your heart singing at the words. “I know I make you feel better.” He continues with stubble rubbing against the temple of your forehead only making your eyes roll once again.
Both men in your ear jealous of each other having their way with you was the last thing you expected especially since they were the one who came up with this plan. Yet, both of them are possessive of your attention and telling you how much better they can make you feel compared to the other, god, you can really die happy right now.
“Daddy always knows how to treat you right, always knows what to do.” He mutters as he continues to jerk off to the whimpers falling across his neck.
“Yes, yes you do.” Moaning along to his words as you watch your father lick back up your folds sloppily to swirl your clit along his tongue once more before pulling away and positioning himself over your swollen hole.
“That’s my bunny… my good girl.” Mr. Styles encourages as he feels your breath hitch amongst his skin. “Aren’t you daddy’s good girl, c’mon, tell me.”
“I’m daddy’s —Oh, fuck!” You cry out just as Mr. Malik pushes in, his cock easily descending down your wall as finds his paste and brings himself back to reminding you of what you missed out on.
The solid feel of him thumping against your walls so stretched and ruined from these two has your mouth hanging open. Sight still watches closely as his long cock drives into your drenched pussy while you have the best view of it happening as your teacher continues to prop your head up for you to watch.
“Come on love, get it out.” Mr. Malik smirks as his hand leaves yours to collect your bouncing breast. “Tell us how much you love being a dirty little slut.” He adds with other hand gripping your knee and pushing it towards your chest as he takes lengthy rough strides into your pussy.
“Love being stretched out, huh? Having me and your teacher share you. Such a dirty dirty girl.” He continues to gas as he bruises your sweet spot with little effort in such a short amount of time.
“Oh my god,” You moan with sight blurring towards your father and hand reaching out to grab Mr. Styles’ body.
You’re completely overstimulated and frankly every single time your step dad draws his hips to thrust back in you feel as if you want to explode. His head continuously rubs along your g-spot and leaves you a soaking mess of sweat and your sweet fluid. This feeling is so foreign, from two different cocks barreling down your walls to the third climax already making itself known, you might just pass out.
“This is so hot,” You whine as nails draw down your teacher's skin as you both continue to watch his cock disappear and have you jerking up the desk as a result of the new position. “Fuck this feels so good.” As your repetto heels dangle in the air as Mr. Malik’s lean body continues to plow into your tired pussy.
“Don’t stop, please.” You encourage as your gaze begins to trail away and sight become clouded from your eyelids drifting you away into the pleasure barreling down your spine.
Your father doesn’t object or even halt his alluring motions to tease you. He continues to fuck you just the way you like; fast and hard to point he’s leaving little space between your hips as he thrust back in not only loving the way you feel wrapped around him but also the look crossing over your face.
Heated cheeks, glossy eyes, and twitching nose as your mouth expels hesitant moans as if unable to control yourself from coming undone for the third time. Looking as if on another planet from the expression crossing over as if discovering a new found wonder. Your jaw goes slack, sight becoming drowsy and spit falling from your bottom lip as the grip you have along your teacher's chest tears away as one cards through your hair and the other goes to rub your clit only increasing the pleasure coursing through.
“Jesus… fuck… I can’t—” Words being cut off as a squeal rips through your throat as a wave of arousal squirts along your fathers abdomen.
The feeling so intense it has your thighs shake against his never ending thrusts as your movements never halt from the pads of your fingers continuing to circle along your bundle of nerves. “Mmm, sir… sir… sir.” Humming his name as your hand leaves your hair and presses against his jolting hips.
Your waist retreats into the desk at the overwhelming feeling crashing over you. How the plummeting assaults of his thrust made a mess all over your father and the school floors.
Mr. Malik lets his strides relax, his touch along your breasts feeling over your side as pulls out. The empty feeling of him leaving as well as the aftermath of your orgasm has you crying softly.
“Look so pretty, baby.” He comments before he’s leaning down again and slurping the remaining juices just projected.
“Holy shit.” You sigh as your hold travels to his hair tickling amongst your inner thigh.
Your step-father is doing everything in his power to spark all your memories together and Mr. Styles finds it obvious, and sure enough it has him fuming. It already pissed him off that you had a father figure, making him seem like he’s the only one. But, it wasn’t even that. It was the fact that he plays with you the way he wants, and the way he’s been imagining and dying to do ever since he felt you wrapped around him.
He gets to spend all this time with you and have your attention whenever needed but with him he has to fight and play petty games with his own student. He’s jealous, how can he not be? He finally had you just to discover there was someone else which only makes him having to prove himself even further by having mark his territory someway, somehow.
“Switch.” Mr. Styles demands letting his grip over your hair gently place you back on the table. Mr. Malik’s eyes cut towards the teacher before his lips are sucking your folds into his mouth once more. Flesh parting with a pop as he pulls away from his turn.
“Mmm… sir,” You whimper as his handsome face comes into view, his touch drawing up your stomach as you bat your eyes at him. “I missed you so much.”
“I know baby, I know.” He coos as he takes himself into his hand and examines the way your breasts shift to how you look completely ruined.
“I missed you too… how good you are to me, I missed you so much.” He reveals which only has Mr. Styles reeling. His eyes turn away from the sight before him as he collects himself to push into your pussy.
“Fuck,” Your view turning away from your father and towards the teacher slowly stroking himself in you.
“Mhmm… look at me while I fuck you bunny.” Teacher boasting concedingly as he gently nestles his hips alongside yours before pulling away and drawing back in steadily that it has you crying out.
“This feels so good,” You moan. One hand drawing up your body to rest along your fathers chest as the other goes towards your pussy and feels where you two both meet.
“Yeah, that’s what I like to hear.” He grunts as he begins to jerk his thrust roughly into you that you’re jolting up the desk and whining pathetically.
Mr. Malik lips twist into his mouth as he looks over you enjoying yourself as the teacher has his turn. He pays attention to your erect nipples and swaying head as your nails curve into his skin and drag down the expanse, you’re loving this experience as if on a whole new high that you want to ride on forever, and your father can’t help but moan lowly at the sight at how used you look.
Messy hair, sweat collecting around your temples as you spread your legs wide to continue to let them assault your pussy any way they want. You’re so eager, ready to please and deliver this perfect pussy on a platter to these two men just by persuading words and alluring touch. God, you turn him on more than you’ll ever know, cause as much as he hates sharing you, watching your face completely blissed out and screwed was sexy.
His free hand collects yours running across his chest and guides it towards his cock. Fingers immediately wrapping around him and jerking the lengthy cock in your palm as your other hand feels each time Mr. Styles presses himself snug against your pussy before drawing out with all his girth to slot himself back in roughly and repeat those devious motions.
“Oh. My. God.” Words falling out with each aggressive thrust as he never stops stretching you out.
“You’re pussy is so wet,” Mr. Styles grunts in pleasure, absolutely loving the way you feel around him with the added feeling over your fingers lingering alongside his wet cock whenever pulling out.
“It’s fucking amazing,” He moans before his hands are wrapping around your thighs to pull further into him.
Body drags amongst the heated service as he tightens his grip to make you feel every inch of him as he dips back into your slick walls, so bruised and tired as he continues to stretch you out. It burns in the most pleasurable way possible, the difference in cocks filling you up to the point you're intoxicated off such emotions coursing through.
Thick member coated in a mixture of fluid from all three bodies adding comfort to sore walls that aid you in feeling as if being underwater. The head of his cock pounds away at your cervix until he pulls out, letting you feel every veiny pulse of him thump against your tired walls to breech yourself along your wide hole before pushing back in again.
“Daddy… I love the way you make me feel.” You whimper as your hand tightens around your father as eyes look towards your teacher who leans forward.
His mouth parts to welcome your touch sloppily pressing against his when his hips strike into your pussy beautifully. The jolting of his waist only makes your lips bump each other messingly as he drinks in every sound you make.
“Daddy.” You whine pathetically as your neck no longer finds the strength to look over him fucking you but to fall against the clammy desk and catch sight between the two men captivated by your prescence.
“Bunny.” Mr. Styles grunts as his lips descend down your neck and goes over the hickeys scratching the service.
The frayed ends of his curls bob in your vision as your father's eyes detect every twitch combing over your frame. His feeling through your hair as he steps closer to you which only encourages your mouth to lean over to suckle the crown of his cock.
“Ah fuck, cherry.” Mr. Malik groans as his head leans back in distraught at how you drive him insane so easily.
Hearing both of your nicknames pass through their lips while having their touch roam all across your skin to fill you up repeatedly that it doesn’t surprise you at your climax making itself known in just a matter of seconds. The most exhilarating feeling sparks every vein in your body with shivers in adrenaline at your fourth climax overtaking you.
Sinking pleasure builds up in your abdomen once more that only leaves you to relieving yourself by letting your fingertips rub against your clit and have another wave of arousal trickle out of your pussy. A broken whine ripping from your throat as your eyes tear up by being so enthralled due to the feeling overcoming you.
“That’s it baby,” Mr. Styles breathes against your skin as his hips never stop their riveting motions. The feeling of you pulsing around erratically has him groaning at the feel. Tiny squirms blanketing him in pure warmth and wetness that his hips stutter when drawing back.
His love pulls away from your neck to look and watch the way you wrap around him all snug. Your pussy lips rippling against each movement of him into your exhausted heat still accepting every jab into your soiled box.
“Daddy…” You whine once again as your hand pulls your fathers cock away from your mouth to collect his balls and fit them in their place. The delicate feel of your lips sucking them into your mouth has Mr. Malik scratch your scalp lovingly.
“Jesus Christ.” He moans while letting his free hand enclose around his cock and jerk himself off.
Swollen glands glistening in the glow of the room as your lips obnoxiously slurp all around him and hum pleasantly while Mr. Styles still rocks into you. It has his eyes roll at the sight; seeing your mouth stuffed and put to work as your pussy lies spread out and abused on his desk. It’s the sight alone that has his hips twitching once more, with vision blurring as his neck cranes down just about ready to fall apart.
“Holy shit.” He sighs, as his grip against your thighs begin to leave bruises in their wake at the feeling of you wrapping around him is on a whole nother level. “You’re such a good girl, such a good fuckin girl.” He grunts as he can’t help his next thrusts from being messy and uncoordinated as his toes begin to curl.
The compliment is so reassuring that subconsciously you bat your lashes up in the position you're laid in, the connection between your step father and you as you suck his balls into your mouth so greedily like you were starving only made it right for him to cum at the sight.
The grip in your hair controls your head as he pulls you away from his sack and lets his seed paint itself across your cheek to dribble into the middle of your tongue. Yet, at the same time your teacher is emptying himself into your disheveled hole as he continues to fuck himself through his orgasm as your father taps away the remaining fluid he expels along the tip of your lips.
“Mhmm… that’s my cherry.” Mr. Malik hushes before he’s pulling away from his position over you. The hand that wrapped around his cock collecting the cum along your cheek and fitting it into your mouth just like the beginning of this escapade.
“My favorite girl.” He adds, as he watches you moan around his fingers and twirl your tongue around the digit.
Mr. Styles continues to thrust himself in sluggishly, the overwhelming feeling of his cum and your own juices overflowing in your pussy that with each draw out of the tired walls does traces of your combined fluids drip and run down your swollen lips.
“God, you’re going to be the death of me.” He breathes out before his hand is released from your thigh as he takes himself in his hand. Cock sliding out of your pussy to let the mixture ooze out of your warmth in a thick cream pie that has you moaning at the feel.
“Mhmm…” You hum, with sight looking between your father dragging his wet finger amongst your bruised lips to swipe your saliva amongst the flesh to your teacher who watches your sore pussy dazzle in the light.
“That was good, wasn’t it baby?” Mr. Malik questions while letting his touch trail across your skin to bring your focus back to him.
You immediately nod your head. Tongue escaping your mouth to run across your lips and offer an exhausted smile as your fingers shake nervously amongst your overused clit.
“It was amazing.” You breathe out as you feel your teachers come begin to seep along the folds of your cheeks as your father begins to sit you up in a better position.
“I’m glad… but you do need to hurry up and dress. Your mother is probably on her way back by now.” The mention of your older peer is enough to have your burning thighs closing amongst each other as your elbow fixes your posture on the desk as you lean forward, an overpitched whine tearing through your throat at the soggy feel of liquid running down your inner thigh to the way your pussy feels so used.
“W-what’s wrong?” Mr. Styles questions while stepping forward and taking your hip in his hand as Mr. Malik gives him cut eye at the affection while he rubs your back.
“She’s fine, just worked up. Isn’t that right sweetheart?” He remarks while leaning forward and pressing his lips against your sweaty temple. Your teacher's nose wrinkles at the sight, and wanting to help you in any way possible he leans over the desk where his discarded blazer lies and pulls his handkerchief out to collect the fluid still spilling out amongst his desk.
The cool silk material has you whimper slightly from the feel, eyes fluttering for a moment as a lopsided grin tugs at the end of your lips.
“Mmm thank you so much daddy.” You remark that has your step father pull away from your feverish skin to watch Mr. Styles collect the rest of his seed before he’s walking towards the garbage bin to throw out the material. It’s only right for your father to be possessive at such words falling in front of his face; does his grip over your chin only grow tighter when he breathes into your ear.
“When you get home you’re getting more than a punishment for this.” It has your eyebrows knot together but still doesn’t stop the dreamy look crossing over your face.
“Why? I thought this was part of your plan?” Sarcasm evident in your tone that makes him pull away and roughly turn your body towards his still looking as if he’ll like to destroy you.
“You think I like having your attention elsewhere?” He questions while his free hand grabs your forgotten dress shirt and wraps it along your shoulders. “Now hurry up and dress.”
Without objection you do, and like always your father is there to help you put yourself and him back together to keep the facade alive. Collar tucked high to conceal the bite marks roaming around, skirt being unrolled to cover the red smacks daunting along your skin, while you wipe under your eyes to remove any marks of distress from your promiscuous endeavors.
Just like before when you stood between them so scared of what they have in store in your refined pressed uniform, you manage to still hold that innocent appeal after everything that just happened. Mr. Styles watches closely. The way your father fixes the buttons along your chest before running his palms over the creases in your blazer, his eyes fixing you up and making you look perfect like he’s done this a million times before, and he can’t help but feel upset that he won’t get to experience that with you.
As if feeling his gaze your head turns and connects with your teacher. Smile tugging amongst your lips as he pretends to not watch the affection taking place as he continues to zip himself back up.
You knew that the threesome happening was too good to be true, and hell, you’re surprised you even lived through it after the constant back and forth of them spreading you apart and pushing you past your limits. Sure, it was intended as a punishment, and your father did make it known that it would be way worse when home, but you can’t help but feel sad that you only have a month left with Mr. Styles and didn’t want to leave it to just this.
“Father?” You say loud enough for the two men in the room to hear. He hums acknowledging you as his hands continue to fix your uniform.
“Don’t you think I’ll need a tutor for my summer classes?”
It makes both men's eyebrows perch on top of their foreheads. The teacher sucks in a surprise breath as your father kisses his teeth in frustration at your never ending games still taking place.
“You don’t need a tutor for that, your courses will be easy.”
“But sir… please.” You pout with eyes batting up at him which he only shakes his head at. Your vision rolls concededly before your head is shifting around and looking at the teacher who remains with his eye contact still on you. “Come here.” You gesture for him to make his way over, which he does, and to that you're happy about as you lean your head on his bicep.
“Please father… wouldn’t it be fun to do this again. I love having you both share me… it feels so good.” You continue pleading while your free hand goes to drag up his suited chest and slide up the nape of his neck. “And just imagine, in the abandoned maid quarters, how fun and exciting it’ll be!”
Mr. Malik watches the way your eyes beam with excitement and how your teeth shine at the endless possibilities that could happen this summer if giving the teacher the opportunity to privately tutor you from home. He knows it’ll make you happy, knows it probably top everything he’s ever done for you in the years that you’ve been sneaking around, but he’s unsure if that’s what he wants.
He likes you all to himself, no one else having you - despite this instance - but fuck, he can’t deny how hot it was to see you spread out and so fucked and used in a spam of an hour just between the two of them. He doesn’t want to admit that it turns him on, but it does. And maybe, just maybe, there might be a perfect alliance brewing from this day forward.
Hazel sight connects with green, and as he bows his head in a silent nod of gratitude of going along to his plan his head leans away from the sight of him and back to you, still needy and ready for anything in store that he smiles recklessly at the view.
“We’ll see.” He says, which only makes you pout and tear your hand away from his skin. Arms crossing over your chest as your eyes continue to bat up at him to get what you want like you always do. “Stop doing that. Now hurry to your dorm to fix your hair, we don’t need any questions, now do we?”
“No.” You huff before you're leaning off the teacher's arm and sliding off the desk. Mr. Malik makes space to let you pass him and begin to head towards the door to continue fixing up your appearance.
But, it would be unlike you to not be the tease you are, to not get what you want whenever asked. So as your hand turns the door knob and you twist around to look at the two men who spit roasted you in this room, you smirk at them before dropping your eye into a wink.
“Thank you so much for the fun this evening, I can’t wait to see what this summer will have in store for us.”
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chiikasevennn · 6 months ago
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𝐓𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬?
Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Reader
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A/N: INSPIRED BY @jinwoosungs !!! I love their stories so much 🫶🏻. I cry tears of joy whenever I get a notification from her blog. Go off, your majesty. Also, this is not proofread! Done purely because I was hungry ^⁠_⁠^ pls comment hehe!
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Maybe some old saying was true; to love is nothing. To be loved is something. But to love and be loved, that's everything.
Jinwoo had thought of his relationship with yours was led by unimaginable magic—came out of left field and meant to end like a shooting star, breathtaking but brief.
When you confessed to him, he didn't know whether to be enraptured or embarrassed, because he felt both.
A girl? A girl—a beautiful one at that—told him that she liked him more than just a mere companion? That was difficult to believe.
(He half guessed it, but he was Sung Jinwoo, the weakest hunter of all mankind. What was he going to offer to someone like you who had a lot of opportunities ahead of her?)
He liked how you were a bashful bunny towards him, but a genuine person despite that. The raven head was always observant of your tendency to steal glances when he wasn't looking and how you instinctively withdrew your hand when it accidentally brushed against his.
He never realized you had a thing for him and only him until he found you in front of a flower shop's clear glass, observing and admiring a bouquet of tulips through the flawless window.
Why? Because Jinwoo told you that he liked tulips after you asked if he had any likes towards flowers.
He didn't even hold any specific preference for tulips. It wasn't that he disliked them, but it was just that he had no time to think of a favorite flower. Tulips only crossed his mind when you asked because of his sister and his mother; they both liked tulips.
He remembered how your face lit up like a Christmas tree adorned with beautiful decorations when he answered that. He could only smile that day as he felt like seeing a starlit path leading to you.
You were a lifeline in the tumultuous waters of life, and he followed you and clinged to you because you were everything.
Jinwoo might have not noticed right away, but the burdens felt a little lighter whenever you were around. You could just be standing there and he'd be delighted on the inside.
Because of all this, he ended up admiring you even before your confession. The changes began, of course—from how he started caring about what you might think of his appearance on a typical day to adopting certain mannerisms from you, like fixing his front hair every hour or two. He also began talking about you with Jinah so frequently that she eventually questioned your role in his life, as she became more familiar with the woman her oppa was fond of through words.
"For you!"
Jinwoo blinked. Two blinks, then three.
A bouquet of tulips in your hold, extending it towards him. It was akin to seeing a gem. The tulips were categorized into three shades—purple, ruby, and pink.
He was happy, absolutely thrilled and delighted, but a deep sense of him felt bad... Or ashamed? He didn't think you'd buy him something as extravagant as this.
"It's pretty obvious from what you're seeing," raising the tulips a little higher, your head cowered behind it. A meek voice followed.
"I love—LIKE"—you suddenly lifted the bouquet up to his face, basically almost pressing the thing in front of him—"being around you. I like it when you're happy or smiling. I like your face, even when you look stupid sometimes."
With the tone of your choice, Jinwoo knew you were about to explode.
"... You don't have to accept right away that I adore you to this extent. Knowing you, you don't need to pay me back or anything. I'm doing this because I like, like you. I wanted to give you flowers because it feels suffocating to bottle what I have for you."
He couldn't respond. Even if he did open his mouth, he doubted anything coherent would come out. Jinwoo's mind was blank, but upon seeing you about to say speak again, he realized immediately that he had to say something because he might fuck up and never get this chance again.
"Dinner."
"Huh?"
"Thank you." He smiled. "In return... Will you allow me to take you to dinner?
He anticipated your relationship with him to be brief, having a thought that you'd get tired of him eventually.
You didn't.
The relationship went on even after four years passed, the dates you and him planned together fought to longevity. It remained steadfast, every obstacle encountered was overcome through your mutual determination, despite the difficulties that emerged, as there was no way you would let go.
When you got upset, Jinwoo would hug you. When he got stressed, you'd play with his scalp and hug him to sleep. When sometimes you got hungry in the middle of the night, he'd join you on your late night cravings. Everything was vice versa.
Jinwoo planned for this relationship to never end, not when the commitment in mind to marry you was there, alive and present.
The raven head smiled slightly as he gazed upon a picture of you in a picture frame, depicting your smile amidst the severe, frosty weather of the previous year—a pleasant contrast.
He recollected distinctly how, on every occasion, you had showered him with a variety of flowers—roses, lilies, and an assortment of blooms filled his recollection, but Jinwoo remembered how tulips were number one of the things you've gifted him.
Thinking back on the casual act of giving him flowers, he remembered his endeavor to match your floral gifts, he supposed you've taken it as a competition and bought him a lot and more bigger than what he'd given.
Since you liked giving him flowers, he indulged you and let you to be the extreme gift giver.
But of course, he was still Jinwoo, and he wanted to treasure you with equal measure, and maybe more than that, so he still did things for you, despite how busy everything was.
So, when his position and financial standing rose, he showered you not only with the handmade and modest gifts but also with extravagant gestures such as furnitures, hair decorations, skincare products, and the list continued. It went on and on until you had to stop him because he might drain his bank account, but Jinwoo didn't really care.
Jinwoo took another clear look at your image and began to daydream into his memories again. He recalled, remembered, and reminisced until he found himself reliving moments that had already come to pass.
One look in his imagination of you had his vision blurry once he opened his eyes. He pressed a trembling hand against her lips on the photograph in a futile attempt to stifle the sobs threatening to escape.
The corners of his mouth trembled as his hearts felt like being clawed open. He tried to blink away the tears, but they flowed freely down his cheeks, leaving a trail of glistening tracks in their wake.
Jinwoo wiped his tears away, looking up in hopes to reduce of his fragile moment. As he slowly returned his gaze forward after regaining his composure, he was met with the box containing most the items he had gifted you, carefully safeguarded to maintain their pristine condition.
Everything reminded you of him.
And he loved and hated it.
did you expect that? lmao you should've took notice of the vibe of the first pic HAYAHAHAHAH happy reading! ᕦ⁠[⁠ ⁠◑⁠ ⁠□⁠ ⁠◑⁠ ⁠]⁠ᕤ
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anantaru · 2 years ago
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cw. none, gn! reader, selfcare day with alhaitham <3
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"aww, come on baby, you look great!"
"i do not." alhaitham insists and maybe he didn't, and maybe, you were a little evil for practically forcing him to wear a pink, with gems tapestried, bunny headband to successfully get rid of all the loose bangs pending around his forehead.
"trust me, you do!"
you squeeze back an amused grin and in return, offer him a witty glance over your shoulder, a small innocent pout twining on your lips, it made him almost jump out of his shoes— how can someone be so sharp tongued and adorable at the same time? he wonders.
"come on alhaitham, you promised!" you scoot closer, excited, "that's not my problem." he corrects you and this time, draws back the almost embarrassing ornament on top of his head and pushes it into a much better allaying position, taking heavy aim on the flimsy hair piece to get his point across, "but why must i wear this?"
alhaitham furrows his brows when you brush the conversation off and back paddle, "but you look so pretty and it serves as a higher purpose." eventually, he sighs in defeat, barely, and your lips quirk up into sheer entertainment by how clearly unimpressed he appeared— though, don't get him wrong— he still wouldn't get rid of the hair piece, because in all sincerity, he'd do anything you'd ask him to do or participate in.
it's the fact that whenever he agrees, whenever he gets out of his comfort zone to try out and experience new things with you, he can't tear his eyes off the happiness embodied on your face, on each crevice and nestle— your sweet smiles, your voice a tilt higher, barely perceivable in the faint heave of your utters, yet alhaitham distinguished your change in mannerism promptly. you're so cute and genuinely happy— this particular picture of you carved itself into his hearts deepest core, alhaitham wishes to cradle those memories forever.
you're everything and all— and he had vowed to love you as long as the sun would burn across the illuminated sky of sumeru, as long as the moon would shine its eminent light into the pitched darkness over the rainforests.
"now!" you dramatically point out, face lit up and snapping your fingers against his face, "to the beauty masks!"
oh, well, he's doomed.
you fling forward a small container from behind your back, watching how his eyes crinkle in confusion, lifting up a brow. "what will this do?" blinking at your hand, alhaitham reaches over to get a closer look but instead you beckon him to lay down.
"you'll see!" assurance was key, you affirmed, and you seat yourself as close as possible to alhaitham when he silently opens his arm for you, twisting around your hips to press you into him. quickly, you spin open the container to show him a neutral colored substance inside of it. "what did i do to deserve this?" he speaks sarcastically but so painfully monotone that if you weren't actually familiar with him, you'd never guess he's not being serious right now.
you plant a gentle kiss on his forehead to soothe his worries, "i just want to spoil you, dear acting grand sage." and he rolls his eyes at the silly nickname, well, it's not a nickname, it's his title if anything but whenever you said it, whenever you purposefully spill it past his ears like that— laced in a whisper, a pleasing one at that, you'll notice how a blurred redness crosses both his pale cheeks and the tip of his ears.
his heart skips a beat, you're so diligently badgering him that he wonders if you ever get tired of it, at all, "—okay, i'll be ignoring that name calling from now on." he hisses, your ability to just read him like that, be aware on what to do to get him to this current state of mind was a small amount of frightening, only miniscule though.
"why?" you innocently pout with your lips cutely pursed up while carefully applying the face mask on his forehead and t-zone with your fingers, "i like how you look at me whenever i say it." alhaitham focuses on your words, and his eyes, they never let go of surveying over your frame— perceptibly, each touch and trace of you, although being used to it, makes him shiver regardless.
you're radiating pure warmth and pleasantries he longs for, every smile, every laugh and touch, and you somehow become even more beautiful in his mind— alhaitham found it to be a distinguished miracle of some sort, ground breaking, or maybe it was fate after all that brought you together.
"how do i look at you?"
he originally preferred to bury the direction this conversation was setting sail to, but he can notice himself soften into you, together with the sickly sweet scent of the mask on his face— brown sugar mixed with plants from the rainforests, spilling into his nostrils with such gentleness, fragile emotions fermenting within him like an electric tempest rivaling those of inazumas.
"—a little flustered." you coo, tracing the settling substance above his jaw, "and shy."
alhaitham sighs, "is that so?" and runs his fingers over your back, up and down, up and down, yet closing his eyes for a transient moment, a soft exhale following suit next.
ugh, you were such a pain, really. he smiles to himself.
but somehow, just somehow, you both were simply meant for each other after all, no ifs and certainly no buts.
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rgbsilver · 4 months ago
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long rant on why bunny duo WILL happen
If you can’t tell I am going insane (spoiler warning/leak mention)
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1: Merchandise/Logos
As I’m sure your aware, WanPre’s logo scheme corresponds to just about every single Cure:
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Pink for Komugi/Wonderful, Purple for Iroha/Friendy, Green for Mayu/Lillan, and Blue for Yuki/Nyammy. This leaves us two colors left: orange and yellow, just enough to fulfill another duo.
The colors don’t just stop at the logo, either.
A special shout out to the daily satoru blog for finding this out (I never could have!), but Mayu’s ribbons also similarly match up with this.
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Again, two colors are left, an Orange-Yellow color and White, just enough for our bunny duo!
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These buttons are also similar: notice the outer colors and the inner colors. The outer colors on the owners correspond with their pets theme color (Mayu is Blue, Iroha is Pink, which fits with Yuki and Komugi) and the opposite for their pets.
By this, we can assume that Daifuku could be a White or Grey Cure, and Satoru could be a Yellow or Orange cure.
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This ones already been mentioned, but again, the yellow/white colors!
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..And even more buttons. Almost all merch featuring Satoru and Daifuku is either Yellow/Orange, or White/Grey. I’m not going to list everything ever here, but check out the Precure Wiki for more merchandise listings.
2: Daifuku is an anomaly (lol)
If you are unaware, Daifuku is a huge character for merchandising from WanPre. According to the wiki, out of all of the mascots, Daifuku has sold out much, much quicker and is well-received by fans.
Also, in WPC23.. do I have to explain this screen shot? Yuki just straight up calls him not ordinary.
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But, she is right. Out of all the animals we’ve seen in the show, besides the Cures and the Kirarin Animals, none have the same proportions Daifuku does. And we know he isn’t a Kirarin animal (lacking the gem), so you can assume he’s a future Cure.
Also, as of WP24, Daifuku (and Satoru) has been to Niko Garden. Not sure if that strengths the point, but yeah.
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Daifuku’s movie character: note how again, only the Cures in their animal form have the wristband (Komugi and Yuki.)
And, some card listings that were leaked a while ago:
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This one is pretty self-explanatory: there’s 1 more slot for a Cure (or maybe a movie exclusive character) on these cards.
And as of recently, we have seen both of them together on one card in merchandise: it’s possible they both could be a Cure, just on one card.
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And last but not least..
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There’s 1 more spot for a Cure, or a duo! 3. Other things
Although I do agree the ending doesn’t leave much room for more cures, know that we still might get another ending. Mahou Tsukai and Kira had 3 endings, and Star Twinkle even had 4.
The point is, it’s not too late to call it quits! We have had cures introduced later too: Majesty’s first appearance was in 31. We still have hope. Probably. I’m also probably going insane.
We also can have another ‘Black Pepper’ which personally I think is going to happen— Daifuku will be a white colored Cure and Satoru will be a orange or yellow colored Black Pepper like hero.
Plus, we haven’t had a series without a mid season or additional warrior since Smile, which was 12 years ago. It’s pretty unlikely that’ll happen again.
And it’s not like there is anyone else who can be a mid season besides these two. Unless you count like.. MeyMey but that’s really unlikely lol.
(Against some popular theories: I think it wouldn’t make sense for Niko to be a cure, as not only as she (?) doesn’t fit the orange/white/yellow scheme (based off the Niko leaks), but they aren’t apart of a duo like Mayu and Yuki, Iroha and Wonderful, Satoru and Daifuku..
Plus, in WPC24, notice how Niko’s egg only glows after both Satoru and Daifuku are touching the egg. )
According to some posts I’ve seen on the wiki, ratings for the show actually drop if they don’t have a mid season or additional warrior— having one apparently does better for merchandise sales and reviews in general. Take this with a grain of salt, however. I have no idea if this is true, but I believe it. Plus, with Cure Wing being generally well-received, it’s not impossible that we can have more male cures in the future.
anyways. This is all just a theory. A FILM THEORY.
Thanks for coming to my tedtalk ok bye. In my eyes will Daifuku be a cure? Yes. Will Satoru be a cure? Probably but more likely to be something like black pepper. I’m going insane thanks bye
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haemocyaninz · 2 years ago
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Brothers ^^
[Image ID: A digital drawing of Papyrus and Sans from Undertale. Sans is drawn with a fuzzy pink and yellow bunny house shoe on each foot and a red gem cap on one of his teeth. Papyrus sits with Sans between his legs. He rests is head on Sans head and pokes his head with his finger frustratingly. Sans looks at him and smiles. End ID.]
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doodle-dragons · 10 months ago
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finally finished my mane six redesigns! ive been toying around with these for ages now. height comparison and design notes under the cut!
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earth ponies are naturally stocky, with tough hooves covered only partially by their fetlocks. very strong tails which they can use to sweep or whack things. their snouts dont curve like other ponies
pegasi are typically lithe, with hollow bones. their coats are thicker than other ponies, designed to keep them warm at high altitudes. their hooves are covered by a thin layer of velvet to keep them protected during flying. they also have excellent hearing! hence their longer ears
unicorns are considered graceful and beautiful. they have cloven hooves, and long fetlocks. their hair tends to be wavy. their have long tails that serve only for aesthetics. they have shorter, more smooth snouts. they also, regardless of gender, have beards!
each of the pony races have a "heart mark" on their back left hoof, which first appears as a simple heart at birth, and later changes to match their cutie mark more closely
applejack; her tail is kept short to avoid it getting in the way of work. the green in her mane comes from her pear blood. her cutie mark is meant to look like a quilt piece. similarly, her handkerchief is filled with references to her family and loved ones. lastly, her hat has stitching of a gem and a heart
fluttershy; i gave her a very deer like appearance, and markings on her wings to resemble birds. her ears are a bit longer, to resemble a bunny! she has small wings that are really only good for gliding. shes part unicorn (idk i just thought itd be cute if one of her parents was a unicorn) she used to keep her mane long but rarity was horrified by how many twigs and leaves she picked up, so she convinced shy to cut it. she quite likes it!
pinkie pie; PIEBALD PINKIE. gave her blue stripes to bring cotton candy to mind. her design is very asymmetrical which just feels very pinkie! even her eyes, they heterochromatic. the left being blue, and the right yellow. she keeps her hair up most of the time so it doesnt get in her way (during baking, party planning, baby sitting, ect) ALSO FAT PINKIE RIGHTS
rainbow dash; i wanted her coat to resemble the sky, hence the markings on her legs. her mane and tail are kept short to keep them out of her way. she is rarely seen without googles, as she wears them when she flys to protect her eyes
rarity; FAT RARITY RIGHTS. ahem. her eyes are green (small play on being green with envy) and she has poor eyesight, so she wears her glasses regularly. honestly, hers is pretty simple but i wanted it to be elegant, and beautiful
twilight sparkle; her design more closely resembles the sky at twilight now. deep purple fading into golden yellow. i had to keep her pink, but swapped purple in her hair for yellow cause the rainbow power ups got One thing right (also lends more cohesion to her design) becoming an alicorn granted star markings across her coat, which you can see constellations in! (only two but.. shush) i also changed her hair to resemble equestria girl's scitwi more. its just a cute look
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pink-onyx-au · 2 months ago
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I'm not exactly going somewhere with this, its more of just observations, but something is weird about those bunnies. I cant tell what, but I've been paying attention to them more (especially with the latest episode).
Maybe I'm just thinking wild things here, but given their color patterns, the big one resembles Onyx. Then there's the babies, two pink ones and a gray one with pink paws. Maybe the smaller bunnies correlate to onyx's components? Jasper (pink), Steven (gray), and... gem Steven for the other pink bunny???
I also noticed that in page 8, all bunnies except the gray one are lifting up one of their paws. That, plus the link to the next page saying "take it"... hm.
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Some good takes left inside of the den that I think should be shared with the class~ @eryscalamitas @rainbow-beanie @phoenixablaze666 @wikipedia-main
I love when people share their ideas! I do save them into little hordes to share later!
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bekkathyst · 14 days ago
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Munich Gem Show Finds 2024 Complete List
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Day One:
Phosphosiderite Flowers
Rhodonite Flowers
Bolivianite Obelisks
Rose Quartz Foxes - Sold Out!
Amethyst Baby Dragons - Sold Out!
Onyx Ravens (see item #41)
Blue Chalcedony Crescent Moons
Blue Chalcedony Raven Skulls
Purple Labradorite Palm Stones
Purple Labradorite Palm Stones (Smaller)
Purple Labradorite Crescent Moons
Blue Labradorite Crescent Moons - Sold Out!
Blue Chalcedony Gnomes - Sold Out!
Firestone Gnomes
Purple Labradorite Circle Pendants
Silver Moonstone Circle Pendants
Silver Moonstone Palm Stones
New Find Included Quartz from Nigeria
New Find Amethyst from Cameroon
Peridot Crystals
Dendritic Opal from Austria
Septarian Eggs - Sold Out!
Large Onyx Raven - Sold Out!
New Find Fluorite From Nigeria
Smoky Quartz from Mont Blanc, France
Ocean Jasper Pendants - Sold Out!
Flower Agate & Pink Amethyst Phoenix Skulls
Blue Fluorite from the Black Forest - Sold Out!
Chalcedony Stalactite - Sold Out!
Ethiopian Opal Cabochons (With Wire Wrap Option)
Day 2:
31. Golden Calcite Spheres 32. Pink Opal Flowers 33. Chrysocolla Flowers 34. Blue Chalcedony Flowers 35. Blue Chalcedony Pandas 36. Blue Chalcedony Spheres - Sold Out! 37. White Jasper Dragons - Sold Out! 38. Rose Quartz Bunnies - Sold Out! 39. Tourm. Quartz Gems 40. Ex. Quality Amethyst 41. Onyx Ravens (Sm) 42. Black Forest Fluorite 43. Tugtupite from Greenland 44. Moonstone Spheres - Sold Out! 45. Quartz in Feldspar Spheres - Sold Out! 46. Ruby in Fuchsite Palmstones - Sold Out! 47. Garnet Palmstones 48. Bloodstone Palmstones 49. Coppernite Palmstones 50. Picture Jasper Slices 51. Animal Carvings - Sold Out! 52. Fluorite Seashell Dishes
Thank you so much! I will periodically update the list with sold out items.
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llumimoon · 1 year ago
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Introducing a very important side character and the big bad villain in the EAH au!!!!
Nicky being a bunny rabbit is ABSOLUTELY a running gag in the story btw Lark is fucking fuming and beefing with what appears to be just a normal ass bnuuy and its so funny. its SO funny.
Willy does play the role of the previous Evil Queen before Scary so here he is imprisoned his Magic (Doodler) Mirror that he will totaaaallly stay trapped in. mhm. definitely will not trick someone into breaking him out. (I am lying he definitely gets out)
A small section of the Nicky Bunny Rabbit Saga btw:
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Also new Wonderlandian development lead to this
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(AU by @rindomness, @kaseyskat, & I!)
Image description under the cut !!
[ID: Image 1: Ever After High AU Nicky Close posed with one hand up holding a pocket watch and the other hand hesitantly raised by his waist. He is labeled with the text ‘The White Rabbit’ and there is a word bubble that says ‘can transform into a bunny!’ And an arrow pointing to a white bunny in the bottom left of the image. The bunny has a pink bow and two piercing on an ear that match the piercings on Nicky’s bunny ears on his humanoid form. His humanoid form is wearing a light blue striped tailcoat with a white shirt underneath with the sleeves rolled up and a pink bow. He has large white gloves with pink toe beans on them and dirty white pants with various white belts and buckles and pink and blue knee patches and a pink sash belt with a bow on the left side. The pants are tucked into blue and pink buckled boots with white rabbit feet sticking out at the ends. He has three extra pocket watches on a belt loop and the pocket watch in his hand is open to show the time and a locket picture on the other side of Sparrow Oak dressed as Snow White.
Image 2: An ornate mirror is in the center of the image. The frame of the mirror is made up of intricate black swirls reflecting purple, blue, and red light from around it. The mirror has four eye shaped gems, the biggest one being a red eye at the top and the other gems being smaller and about the same size on the left, right, and bottom of the mirror. The gems are emitting a glow corresponding to their color. The glass of the mirror is shattered and is giving off a purple glow. Willy Stampler dressed as the Evil Queen is smirking and is trapped inside the mirror with his eyes glowing purple. The mirror is surrounded by purple particles and sparkles.
Image 3: A discord screenshot of messages in a server between ‘rin (doodler gender)’, ‘hero enthusiast (cal)’, ‘sparrow enjoyer’, and ‘hermie apologist (silver)’. Rin says ‘POTENTIALLY WEEKS!’ And ‘lark at some point going is this actually nicky. Is this actually nicky or am I legitimately just beefing with a real rabbit this wonderland kid picked up. did i fool myself’ then Cal and Nyx (who is ‘sparrow enjoyer’) both send keysmashes and Cal says ‘is this nicky or is this some random bunny who hates me specifically’ then Rin sends 'EXACTLY' and Silver sends ‘LMAO’ and Rin sends ‘did i piss off some other bunny-related person. what is this. what is happening. The exact opposite of nicky forgetting he could go rabbit mode when he first started keeping an eye on the kids for sparrow is him staying bunny mode MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH LONGER THAN IS NECESSARY OR REALLY USEFUL’
Image 4: A doodle of EAH AU Taylor ‘s head with bunny ears and an excited smile in red next to EAH AU Hermie’s head with a mischievous sharp teeth grin and cat ears in pink. The top of the image says ‘Update:’ while under the sketches Taylor is labeled ‘half white rabbit’ and Hermie is labeled ‘half cheshire cat’. /end ID]
#dndads#dndads s2#dungeons and daddies#dungeons and daddies season 2#eah dndads au#cal draws#nick close#nicholas foster#nicky freeman#willy stampler#hermie unworthy#taylor swift dndads#btw im gonna do a post w/ all the kiddad designs at some point#i feel like 80% of this AU is us bullying the fuck out of Lark. its hilarious to me#yeah this au is lovesong too which means Nicky and Sparrow are a thing. which makes the Lark and Nicky beef SO MUCH FUNNIER IMO#also btw Hermie immediately clocks that the rabbit is Nicky but plays along with it for the bit#Scary is the only one who doesn't know who he is shes more preoccupied with other thinfs#(at this point in time Normal is missing and they're trying to deal with Willy. its a lot)#and YEAHHHH the doodler does play a part in this au#idk what you expected from me the doodler guy and rin also the doodler guy#doodles is some Entity that was used to trap Willy in the mirror it is what makes the mirror magical#so when the mirror breaks . in a way doodles is also freed. but not completely#we WERE also gonna release it until we realized how op having the doodler would be so we were like okay nvm u need to do some other shit#to fully release it#when working on nicky i was using my usual nicky colors aka blue and red#and then i realized hes the WHITE rabbit#so i lightned everything up to be pastel and BOOM now hes trans colored. hes the trans bnuuy#hes kinda sillayyyy#hermie and nicky r truly the ones making this shit a comedy. otherwise it would probably be a horror#also scam is the cheshire cat. we realized kitty and her mom's dynamic fit hermie and scam VERY well and ran with it
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sweetyamz1 · 3 months ago
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✦ cute npts pack﹕
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names — Mew. Poppy. Kit. Darcy. Bunny. Pippa. Fawn. Nina. Holly. Belle. Mira. Sunny. Cinna. Luna. Stella. Beau. Ella. Valerie. Dove. Willa. Flora. Maisie. Hazel. Cassie. Rosie. Ruby. Lila. Ellie. Ivy. Evie. Mimi. Tessa. Skye. Bree. Lottie. Tansy. Molly. Twyla. Mabel. Piper. Gemma. Elsie. Cleo. Mira. Hattie. Iris. Pearl. Penny. Luna. Mina.
pronouns — mew / mews / mewself. sin / sins / sinself. pop / pops / popself. pink / pinks / pinkself. kit / kitten / kittenself. darl / darling / darlself. bun / buns / bunself. pup / pups / pupself. faun / fauns / faunself. fawn / fawns / fawnself. nya / nyas / nyaself. hug / hugs / hugself. kiss / kisses / kisself. bloom / blooms / bloomself. cloud / clouds / cloudself. val / vals / valself. beau / beaus / beauself. cake / cakes / cakeself. cinna / cinnas / cinnaself. puff / puffs / puffself. star / stars / starself. luck / lucks / luckself. glow / glows / glowself. air / aries / arieself. pet / pets / petself. fleur / fleurs / fleursel. dove / doves / doveself. wish / wishes / wishself. shine / shines / shineself. shimmer / shimmers / shimmerelf. bell / bells / bellself. breeze / breezes / breezeself. wave / waves / waveself. mint / minty / mintself. sprout / sprouts / sproutself. berry / berries / berryself. joy / joys / joyself. gem / gems / gemself.
titles — the bringer of sweet dreams. the one who dances with the stars. the keeper of warm hugs. the guardian of cozy moments. [prn] who brings light to the darkest nights. [prn] who sprinkles joy wherever [prn] goes. the heart that shines with kindness. the one who blooms with every sunrise. the whisperer of gentle breezes. the star that twinkles brightest. [prn] who cuddles the world close. [prn] who chases the clouds away. the voice that sings to the moon. the one who wraps the world in warmth. [prn] who makes the world a little brighter.
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rednleafff · 1 year ago
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Masterpost
Good? future AU (G?F AU)
After saving the world again and again, the turtles slowly grow up and take different paths in life. Leo, unable to move on just yet, and stuck in mid 20’s crisis is suddenly thrown into a situation he didn’t thought he’ll be in well- ever. And this situation is called “Yummi”
You can find it under the tag #rottmnt good? Future and #rottmnt good? Future au
Yummi Hamato character design
PROLOGUE
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13 part 14
(on a hiatus)
shorts comics from the AU  (In a chronological order) I'm not her dad >:( Teleporting baby send help Do you still love him? Acts of service Runaway bunny First meeting Wooden Katana: origins Patching up Always together- right? Leo is a Swiftie, and old How to get away with lying part I How to get away with lying part II protect yourself Me? Kraang? neverrr Sword fight! 
Cousin-Vers
(silly interactions with other kid's oc) animatic (things on fire) Animatic (Crystal gems) Yummi and Saber Yummi and the twins Sof & Hiro Saber and Yummi (by Sha-biest) Hannah and the gang first meeting (by Zinzabee) Leo got a baby (by Danksy-ns) Uncle like Niece (by me and Danksy-ns)
Extra’s for the AU
Yummi’s design (from Good? Future AU) + another reference Leo&Usagi - explained
Butterfly yokai
Other comics
Casey jr and Leo talk and make me sob No matter what
Star wars AU
first meeting & Yummi and Casey’s designs  Pink lightsaber
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sillygoosealert · 7 months ago
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there's a bot in j.ai that's a order of darkness!johnny and gjjshs
what if Titan Shang Tsung gave him a 'Prize' for being a loyal follower
Prize: a bunny reader.
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This one was silly so I js did like whatever bc like I was also silly so like I hope you like it >.< he would prob give you a pink juicy couture collar btw 🎎
Little bunny foo foo
Johnny Cage angst DUB con Umm I guess if you’re a little messed up you could say fluff and comfort, afab
Your value to your master- Shang Tsung, must have been either very little or plenty as he gave you away. To no stranger, but a good friend of his. A prize to be shown and displayed. Johnny Cage. Did he even know your name? You knew his name, you had to. This was a rude awakening, you were now very aware that you were a toy to be played with.
When he took you home, he had a little room for you. Pretty and clean, with light pink accents. There was a big bed, vanity, and a closet. It was nice, it was more than what you had before.
‘This is all yours baby. Tell me how much you like it’
You smile at him but you are no stranger to receiving gifts only to have to give something in return.
‘Its very lavish, thank you for the thought into it’
He picks you up and places you on the bed. Pulling something out of his pocket, he wraps his hands around your neck.
‘Stay still for me gorgeous’
Then a collar is snapped around your neck. A pretty pink one with gems and a ribbon.
You're sitting on his lap, and he's kissing your face.
‘Do you like it? Tell me you like it.’
He's holding your face too tight, it hurts.
‘I like it, thank you sir’
He kisses your cheeks a final time, he lays you on the bed. Then he starts to play with your ears, rubbing and scratching them. You can't remember the last time someone has touched you, let alone so intimately.
‘I spent a lot of money on you, just for you’
You know, he keeps telling you…
‘Thank you, I am truly grateful you did this for me’
‘Do you want to show me how great full you are?’
Oh
You're silent, a little scared, and you don't know what to do
‘I'll be gentle, I can tell you're sensitive..’
He starts to take off your clothes, and you don't stop him. Not because you want to, but there isn't a point. He's stronger than you and holds more power. You are nothing compared to him. You are nothing but a prize.
After you are completely bare, he starts to play with your nipples
‘You ever had a man touch you like this?’
Shaking your head, you whimper into the bed. It feels good, but you feel disgusting. You’re letting him touch you. Letting him take away the only thing that was truly yours, your innocent.
After pulling down his pants, he takes out his cock. He spits on his dick, stroking his spit all over it. Then, without a warning, or much of anything, he thrust him in. His pace is brutal, and it hurts.
‘It hurts, it hurts..’
‘Shh, I know babe, just give it a minute’
After a minute your slick helps the pain, but you are crying now. He's splitting you open and you are crying on his cock.
‘Feel good yet?’
‘Yes, sir..’
A lie, it feels far from good. But then he starts to rub your clit, and you grind your hips into him.
‘You like that?’
‘Mhm..’
You did, but everything was happening too fast. His thrust now turned sloppy. And he comes into you, lying on top of your now limp body. You didn't come, but he probably didn't notice or care.
‘God babe, you feel good, real good’
After he pulls out, he sees the small speckles of blood on your thighs and his dick.
‘You're so lucky I was your first, no one else would have made you feel that good’
‘Thank you..’
He slaps your ass turning you over on your stomach. Smashing his face into your thighs, he plays with your tail, blowing on it and messing with it.
This is your life now, a sex doll. A deformed, lowlife, nobody sex doll. At least until he gets bored and tosses you away. You will forever be a dumb bunny, with a dumb reason to live, and an even dumber backstory. You are nothing. You are only what people say you are. A prize. An accessory.
🎀
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shiningdesignersreflections · 4 months ago
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Hope everyone had fun at the anniversary livestream! For those who missed it, here's the highlights:
To start the countdown, they played this gorgeous animation for 10 minutes:
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Then, we meet our two hosts - each wearing a different design from Ashley/Lilith! One wears the workshop dress from Meteoric Feather, and the other wears the SSR gacha dress from Bunny Moon. Makes you wish they sold the Nikki clothes everywhere.
We also get to hear the voices behind Nikki and Momo! Emma Ballantine voices Nikki, and Emma Tate voices Momo. (Yes, they're both named Emma. The live chat was joking about that.)
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The first raffle code was DREAMLAND. How fitting for the upcoming hell event, right?
And then, we get a commercial from Momo. No, really, he advertises the ketchup chips that Nikki loves to eat in Home.
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Following up, we get two beautiful pieces of animation. If you've been on YouTube the past couple of days, these should be familiar :)
The pop-up adventure of Nikki and Momo:
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The illustrated anniversary trailer:
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And then, an extra special treat... Paper Games teamed up with cosplayer Sarah Spaceman to make a real version of the silver Ad Lunam suit!
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Complete with the dress, hosiery, wig, and the horn piece!
Our second raffle code was NIKKIDRESS. But they also surprised the audience with a redeem code for within the game itself: SURPRISEBONUS. This gives you:
-3000 pink gems
-1000 stamina
-3,000,000 gold
-30 Fantasy Tickets
-20 Five-Color Mirror (the hell event currency)
-12 UR Concept Shards
-120 SSR Concept Shards
-220 SR Memory Keys
-610 R Memory Keys
-100 Memory Track
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We next get to meet Lama Hourani, a Jordanian-Spanish jewelry artist that teamed up with Paper Games to create a piece of jewelry inspired by Nikki. The end result?
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Breathtaking!
Afterward, we had one more raffle code: NEVERSAYGOODBYE. And of course, one more gift from the team. The redeem code LIVEGIVEBACK will give players:
-600 pink gems
-800 stamina
-6,000,000 gold
-40 Fantasy Tickets
-600 Fixed R Key
-200 Fixed SR Key
-100 Refresh cards
To close out the livestream, we got a brand-new song from Nikki. The song hasn't released by itself yet, but we did get one more bonus: a comic book-style Momo adventure!
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whatsthisascianbullshit · 6 months ago
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B A S I C S
Name: Sami Fashonti
Nicknames: None as of yet
Age: around 16 in ARR - a peer of the twins (different verses have different timelines so I'm time bubbling her with her fellow teens)
Nameday: 18th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon
Race: Keeper of the Moon Miq'ote
Gender: just a girlie (she/her)
Orientation: Lesbian
Profession: Idol (job is a magical-girl reskin of WHM with some BRD buffs built-in)
P H Y S I C A L   A S P E C T S
Hair: Straight light blue hair with white-blue highlights, thick fringe and usually in twin braids
Eyes: Light blue
Skin: light warm-toned grey
Tattoos/scars: white-blue markings on her cheeks
F A M I L Y
Parents: Officially missing, presumed deceased
Siblings: None that she is aware of
Grandparents: paternal grandmother who cared for her after her parents presumably passed, she did not know her other grandparents (deceased before she was born or estranged)
In-laws and Other: Minfillia fills a vaguely maternal role, though it is closer to that of an older sister. F'lhaminn is something of a mentor to the fledgling songstress/idol and is someone Sami has always admired. (I'm still working through the ARR patches with her so while I've ideas about other close bonds - I've not 100% settled on them yet)
Pets: a cute happy bunny she found during Hatchingtide
S K I L L S
Abilities: when the audience is aligned with her she can convey her emotions to them, similarly she can feel the emotions of crowds of people
Hobbies: singing, reading, dancing, trying new foods and scrap-booking
T R A I T S
Most Positive Trait: optimistic almost to the point of being stubborn, she's forever picking out silver linings and is sure that everything will work out ok!
Most Negative Trait: related - she refuses to believe in the worst of people. Sami always assumes good intentions and extends a hand of friendship even after someone has only ever shown her hatred
L I K E S
Colours: most of them! Particularly pinks, blues, reds, and greens
Smells: vanilla, fruits (particularly mango and banana), sugary sweet florals, new book smell
Textures: the comfort of broken-in shoes, hardwood floors and plush carpets, cut crystals and gems, flower petals (freshly picked or pressed and preserved)
Drinks: soda floats, syrupy sweet fruit drinks/mocktails, iced water with slices of cucumber and mint
O T H E R    D E T A I L S
Smokes: no
Drinks: generally no, her grandmother would have given her hot (weak-ish) whiskey and honey drinks for colds and sore throats on occasion
Drugs: no
Mount Issuance: flying magitek stage (courtesy of Joda @azure-dragonsinger in a shared AU), a bunny-eared robot, and a magic umbrella
Been Arrested: no
Tagged by: @lilbittymonster
Tagging (0 pressure): @cantspelldragoonwithoutgoon @sasslett @galadae @gatheredfates @stardustdiver
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