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KINKVEMBER DAY: 7

[prompt: praise kink]

male reader x shen xiaoting

7k words

Well - from a glance, Xiaoting is flawless.

Every photographer makes the same movement as soon as she steps foot onto the stage - almost as if she's commanding them - but it's not a fair competition and she knows it.

The tiny black dress wrapped around her waist, hugging every meticulous angle in its stretch, isn't exactly the most practical of options, but then again nor was the sleeveless cut or the low-backend, nor the slit in the skirt that shows however much leg you're curious to see, nor the five-inch Louboutins with little ribbons at the ankles, crystals in their mesh like a real-life glass slipper - so, truly, anything about this outfit.

But in this industry, red carpets are about one thing: image.

(Something Xiaoting wields in excess.)

She pauses the subtle sashay of her hips mid-way across the stage, and pivots around, straightening out the waves in her hair, done-up and perfect-in-pink, over her shoulders. She lets the flash of every camera illuminate the swell of her lips in full - reflect and shimmer in the sequence of diamonds dangling under her ears. But it's all in that little smirk, the tilt of her chin. Everything working together to sell the moment; how breathtakingly beautiful she is, how proud, confident and seemingly indifferent to all the commotion happening around her - to every person calling her name and pleading for her to look in this specific direction.

You can watch how deliberate she holds her posture. See it. Understand it. Watch how she tips her head. The genuine kind of smile that could drive anyone to absolute ruin.

Maybe the more obvious: how the cameras love her - love the flash, the shine and glitter and sparkle of the fabric, love the turn of a heel onto where her legs are poised, her profile a perfect angle for every shot and more and more and more.

There's not even the slightest suggestion of just how overwhelmed she is.

-

"You're not supposed to be back here," is the very first thing you hear, as soon as Xiaoting catches your reflection in the vanity mirror.

You hold up a press pass with a headshot that loosely looks like you. Like in a really dark, kind of out-of-focus photo sort of way. Xiaoting simply lets out a slightly disapproving sigh.

"Someone's probably looking for that, you know."

"What's the worst thing that could happen? Someone doesn't get to ask you what your favorite color is, or what you had for breakfast? God forbid we need to know your TMI."

She slips the crystal bracelet off the end of her narrow wrist and places it gently next to the red carpet gear strewn across the surface in front of her. A necklace. The earrings, similar in their shimmer. A matching headband, an evening clutch in white. It's all sitting, not necessarily disorganized, but it's in the mess that Xiaoting is all the while searching for things; lip gloss and makeup, small hair clips.

"You could get us both in trouble, for starters."

When she looks up at you, briefly, there's an attempt at a scolding expression - a short-lived one, how it quickly gives way to a grin, a laugh, all the things she can't help when it's you in particular.

"I'll make sure it finds its way back where I found it," and with a hand over her shoulder, "or at least somewhere close enough. If anyone asks."

Xiaoting bounces an impossibly sweet smile off the mirror at you when her eyes find yours again. And while she starts unclipping pins from her hair, lifting and tousling and adjusting the curls into a more familiar shape, you're almost entranced in the way her shoulders loosen and her eyelashes flutter. In this light, she's even more devastating: an illusion of something both fragile, and immensely resilient.

"At the very least," she says, "I won't hold my breath for anyone else to find their way into my dressing room anytime soon."

She gets a hold of a simple clip, pulls a stray strand of pink off her cheek, and tucks it behind her ear. The gesture is fluid, elegant even, and so singular.

She really is, gorgeous.

The fact that you have to occasionally remind her of that is a different maddening issue entirely. You've always wondered - and always will continue to wonder, really - why it is the prettiest girls seem to have the hardest time understanding they're beautiful. It makes you crazy, makes your head hurt.

There's an entire world worth of things for her to fixate her attention on: her job, her fans and career; a hundred more names and faces to learn - people who would probably agree to hang the stars in the sky for her, given the chance, the mere opportunity. But instead she can only bring herself to stare into a mirror and compare notes and point out all these things she doesn't feel ready for.

This interview, or her performance, or the next.

"They're talking about me. Those 'insiders'," she explains, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the voices in the hallway. "Said, my styling this past year has been too 'soft.' Too 'girly.' No one's buying it," and with a pout: "now, or then, apparently"

"Always works for me," you tell her, in a way that implies it's absolutely none of their business at the end of the day; what colors Xiaoting shows up in, how she wears her makeup and dresses, her shoes or perfume.

She floats her fingers up to the dip of her collarbone, weaving them into your hand. The contented look on her face, now a near permanent fixture in the space she keeps between the two of you, suggests that of all her accessories - gifts and borrowed things she wears in a perpetual game of dress-up - you're the one she would prefer most.

"Well," she says, fixing you a mischievous twist of her brow, "you'd say that if I was up there wearing nothing at all."

"Oh, not a doubt in my mind."

(As usual, the both of you laugh far too much.

As usual, neither of you manage to care.

Your lives have always been about soft edges. A little nonsense here and there, so long as it means having more of her.)

She brings your knuckles to her lips, careful and reserved, and holds the tips of her fingers gently to your neck. "How much more do you have tonight?"

"The rest of the hour is probably asking too much." You help Xiaoting onto her feet, arms wrapping her middle, and with a kiss dropped into her hair, you tell her, "should probably report in, let someone know I haven't gotten myself expelled."

"Thought you said you were a terrible liar."

"Oh, I am," you say. "That's just how much trouble I've already been making for myself tonight."

Xiaoting watches you kiss her shoulder, her neck, all in amusement, eyes never breaking contact as your lips brush and linger against the delicate shape of her wrist. A shiver in her exhale - almost a laugh, an 'I'm listening,' in a form of its own - and you find her body shifting into a natural and familiar hold; the outline of her mouth so unbelievably tempting when it parts so naturally - that when it comes down to a choice: Xiaoting against you, you and her in her private room, the hustle and bustle, and rush-hustle of the building and people and machines outside your door -

It really doesn't take too much convincing.

"Fifteen minutes. They'll start wondering," you tell her, already dipping forward to capture her in your arms. She falls right back, perfectly content as though she doesn't belong anywhere else. "We'd have to be really quick."

"You're bad," Xiaoting hums, winding further into your arms, smiling between the warm, warm kisses you're trailing along the collar of her dress, where the zipper is resting and ready to be drawn down.

The moment is candid: you pressing your lips into the bare skin of her shoulder, following it up with something that's part laugh, and part the kind of sigh people make after too long without sleep. You're already struggling against the curve of her waist - the swell of her hips, all her curves - while your nose nuzzles in deeper, a delicate exploration into the bend of her neck, against her shoulder, the hint of perfume. 

"Only one of us can be perfect, sweetheart." The damn truth, even if she hears it all the time and from everyone else. "You're gonna have to settle.”

You watch her expression melt into that self-composed, self-confident mien when you say it - in a quiet, contented kind of way; an ethereal sort of assurance. As though she was never meant to be touched by anyone, much less held by you, but somehow decided to allow it nonetheless. That look in her eye, it makes your heart twist. Every damn time.

"What about an accident," she muses, "something keeping you longer. Twenty maybe?"

"Oh," you chuckle. "Those happen in the hallway and parking lot. Where everyone can see. Never behind the scenes, for a totally unlikely and unrelated reason."

"Technicalities."

She turns to face you, fully, eyes lit and shimmery under the room's lighting; pink hair, all shades of glitter and silk and the smoothest, warmest skin. Your touch grazes up her sides, palms smoothing over the fine print, the sequins in the fabric, her hands all the while busy weaving, needily, around your waist, underneath the line of your shirt, finding and tracing along the ridges in your hips and spine.

Xiaoting wants you - plain and simple as that. The look on her face says as much.

And if you don't touch her now, kiss and feel her against you - all of it at once - she'll make sure you regret ever prioritizing anything over her. Over the two of you, and how perfectly and neatly you fit together, even if that means you're both absent for press calls, or a segment, or an interview she can't be late to. She'll blame you and it'll be okay.

"Fourteen minutes now," you inform her. "If it’s something you're counting."

"Give or take a few," Xiaoting smiles. Her words slip against your cheek, hot and honey-coated. It's tempting. Her teeth find your jawline and the gentle nip against your skin is hard to ignore. "Did you lock the door?"

"Believe it or not, that was the first thing I did."

And with her hips in your palms, you steal a kiss, because you can - because she's kissing you right back - her forearms wrapping over your shoulders, holding you tight around your neck, and, ahh - Xiaoting's mouth - how eagerly, so desperately, she parts your lips and slips her tongue over your teeth, humming, mumbling happily into a second and third and fourth kiss. Then, once the heat of the moment sweeps in, melting into something slower, sweeter, lingering, a little deeper, it's another.

And another after that.

She leans into you, the rise and fall, slow-down-then-start-again, of her chest and of her breathing and of the tiny, stifled noises she’s kissing into your lips. Only you're pinching the fabric around her waist, slowly lifting the hem of her skirt further up her thighs and reminding her that there's a promise for slow later, that she can take all the time in the world to map and remember the planes and edges of your body; trace the curves of every little sensitive spot and learn again how she fits into your hands, in the time and space that's left to the two of you alone.

"Thirteen-"

"Minutes," she echoes breathily against your ear and over the sound of her fingers in your belt. "I know. Got it."

Xiaoting's hasty. She has to be; reaching and fumbling to pop open your pants while the heat of her mouth finds you first, her tongue sliding smooth across your throat, chin, the warmth and the taste, then along the corner of your mouth - your tongue chasing hers and turning it into a mess that's as intimate and satisfying as it is clumsy; breath catching in both your mouths, hands intertwining, needing the contact with just as much fervent abandon.

Off, off, off, she's murmuring into you, thumbs perched dangerously on your waist, dipping into the fabric, tracing the rim, taking a tease down a little farther with each lazy caress, and, in the very back of your mind, there's a small voice in agreement that insists you are most definitely in no hurry at all.

It grows louder when the small shape of Xiaoting's palm is all the way down the rise of your pants, all over where you're beginning to grow hard - straining and twitching and almost painfully, impatiently interested. You hold her closer and clutch harder because the need is like a burn - one that's seared itself comfortably, wonderfully between your hips, where you feel each brush and curve and fond stroke of her touch.

Her eyes lift to meet yours, gleaming and knowing and laughing, no doubt aware that you're both going to be wrecked no matter which of these games she wins.

"Nothing we can't solve here and now." She tells you.

"True."

"I'll get my mouth on you later, make it all better."

"Later?" Your voice, completely a mess and breaking just enough, forces its way between a kiss that feels anything but. You're pleading for her, into her lips. "Oh, is that a promise, sweetheart?"

"A promise," Xiaoting gasps. "Or a threat. Depends how fast you're ready for me."

"Hush." And you hold her mouth open with yours, devour and drink the sounds falling from her tongue, each one that starts off shallow then trails deeper and deeper and deeper, until her hands have settled over you, and her fingers are finally pushing below the hem, and working the length of your cock, up and down and along it all.

"Hey,” she says, far too inviting, “aren't you supposed to be, like, tearing off this dress by now?"

Xiaoting smirks up at you. With a slight motion of her hand, the other having come to wrap fully around your shaft, the two fingers twisting along your tip, spreading the beading moisture into a long stroke.

"Very gentlemanly of you, wanting to keep it all nice and put together-" and with a wiggle of her brows, "-unsuspicious."

You clench your teeth through a gasp - a jolt at the sudden brush of her fingertips over the base, further down. Xiaoting has that mischief to her - she always has - a certain inclination to press and test the boundaries until they're unrecognizable, to poke and prod where she shouldn't, only the slightest bit concerned.

"Trust me, I would. Only this is a dress I can't afford to ruin, sweetheart." You're leaning her against the vanity, freeing one of her hands to press around behind her, against the cold, cluttered countertop, feeling how the sharp breath in her lungs goes soft and hot immediately, wanting.

"In that case," she tells you, a knowing tilt in her mouth, "you'll just have to ruin me in it."

That's a little closer to your budget given how fast your arm slips under her hip, pulling her up onto the vanity and angling her into you. Her skirt ruffles and follows, the material all too eager to keep you and the lithe frame of her body nice and snug together. There's that sharp gasp in her chest again, at the hand you're running up her thighs; an approval to your arrangement in the sound of her laughter, to your kiss, and all the fever-filled strokes jerking your cock that she's busying herself with again.

You can feel an urge you both share and want to make real and tangible, to peel down and past and over those tiny black panties; feel the heat rising, the wetness there, and all the eager, eager noises of her pleasure.

"Ten minutes." Your teeth are grazing into her lip, her mouth, while she whimpers so pretty into your throat. "Does that put any ideas in your head?"

"Nearly everything." Xiaoting lets your pants fall and uses the back of her heel to skid them down around your feet. "But maybe, especially your cock right here, if you’re going to slide it so slowly over me-" she sucks on her next breath, holding her hand where her panties are; smoothing against you with her hips rocking forward.

You feel her head drop, slightly, when she whispers into a heated kiss, "right between, the most tender way, where I'm aching the most."

"I bet you'd look beautiful with it," you say, all kinds of things, leaning and mumbling into her neck, all that exposed skin. "My cum on you. Sitting so good right here, in such a tight little-"

She stops your teasing with her kiss, pushing forward to the point where her ass is bumping right against your hips, your hand, your cock; coaxing you in closer.

And then, a particularly stern warning, probably warranted, sneaks out through the bite of her lip; just barely restrained: "I swear to god if you make a mess anywhere - don’t, if you know what's best for you.”

"That's a pretty roundabout way of asking me to cum inside you, Xiaoting. Wording matters."

"Telling." Her smile is all kinds of sly; all for you to witness and tuck safely in your pocket later. "Not asking."

"We’ll see what we can do with nine minutes," you tell her, and your cock is snug against the lace of her underwear - right where she's so fucking wet - you can already hear it in the little, jerking huffs in her voice and on her breath and how your hands are touching her through the fabric. How between hot, clumsy kisses, she's lifting and drawing her body as close as possible and curling into you.

(God.)

"Easy," she mouths, all hot and hazy as she drags the lacy band of elastic aside. It's your turn to inhale and jerk and gasp, but there's hardly anything there to catch you, just her whisper that says, "there you go, honey, fill me up real slow. Right to the very, very top," her voice arching high when you've begun to nudge your cock into her, opening her up and up and up with a slow, steady thrust. "Just - like - that."

And in the seconds, maybe minutes (you’re trying not to lose track), that follow, you are holding your breath against the heat blossoming through her cheek. Against Xiaoting, flushed and whimpering, hands buried in her dress and her hips starting to roll back on your cock. It's a tiny adjustment; nowhere to go but deeper, further - grinding together however you can manage.

It's one thing to love each other quietly, discretely and with all that discretion.

It's another entirely, in times like these, to give in to a raw-edge impulse that hits suddenly and leaves just as fast. Your hips snap in and in and in, Xiaoting's chest rising and rising, her head turned and pressed into the shoulder of your shirt, her hand already caught in a fistful of sleeve. And you - the friction is so soft and so good, a slick, easy glide of your cock - full - all the way to the very last inch.

Just her seedy, whimpering whine fills the back of your neck and your ear, and her arms and her legs locked in around you, like a coil ready to burst, that ache coming to a head.

The ends of her hair are soft and sweet where you gather a fistful of pink around your wrist, hold - pull, like a taut string. Xiaoting gasps a fluttering note as her chin tips up, the smooth canvas of her throat begging to be kissed and roughed up in just the right places. Reddening like the insides of her thighs, the heat there, where they're pinched around your waist - delicate little marks of where you're fucking her open and bare and deep and so well.

You could drink up each and every noise - all the keening and humming, the ruffled, strung-out sounds; how you're both breathing into a shared mess of gasping and panting, of Xiaoting whimpering into your throat, clinging on like she'll die otherwise. "Faster," she pleads all desperate and urgent. "More. Fuck this pussy like it deserves, don't you want it? So wet, can't you feeling how I'm aching?"

You can. Hot and wet and absolute.

You can feel the shudder-wreck, the absolute throe - there's not an ounce left between you; nothing but her slick, warm cunt clutching and hugging your cock, letting it stretch her apart and fill her again and again, the little ridge between your hips slipping over her clit on a forward, upward stroke and grinding there, with a shaky hand cradling her lower back for support while you drive back into the thrust.

"Ting, fucking christ - Ting, your tight little pussy is incredible." You groan into her skin. "Taking me, fucking, taking every, last, inch-"

"I can feel you fucking throbbing," Xiaoting tells you, all teasing and exasperated as she lets your name turn into a series of vibrating hums against your lips. "You're going to make me fucking lose it, the way you're hitting me inside."

See, you fit together, inside-and-outside so perfect; that when you begin to really fuck Xiaoting, when she's making it clear, over, and over, yes, harder, give it to me, and the table she's sitting on is giving away each-and-every one of her whimpers, you lose yourself in the rhythm and pace and the fact that Xiaoting's creaming cunt is working itself hot and messy and pulsating around you; so fucking tight, tight, - slick all around - almost drawing you in, then resisting and tensing every-time your cock finds just the deepest angle.

It's something to push, something that makes you greedy and drive her ass into the cabinet even more; make sure you're slipping along her walls just enough, and doing so with every few inches or less that you're managing to drive, working over a pressure so sensitive it might be making her see stars, every time a thumb digs a little deeper into her hip bone.

"All the way, baby," she's saying, whispering, making you want to fuck the words out of her in broken pieces. "So. Close. Just a little-"

She's gone, her back arched - bending into an incredible sight. And there's the most beautiful look on her face, even under the frantic-urgent rush. Your hands are all over her: pressing into the divots above her hips; petting the expanse between her tits, then down again, feeling out her ribcage, her belly, in between her thighs and parting them wider - like if she were any more spread open, she'd be coming right off the table.

Then, the thumb tangled into the sleeve of her dress, the rough pad of the other rubbing circles over her swollen clit - here you'll figure she'll cum; she's never shy about it - but it's more a question of how many times. How it always builds up and comes apart.

You're obsessed, really, with the details: her eyelids fluttering, the sounds of her skin sliding down onto the cabinets, her lips that can never get themselves closed.

"Oh, Ting," you're panting, licking all over her parted mouth, "do you need-"

Her nails begin to cut half-crescents into the small of your back, where she's been gripping at you; a moan falls straight out from her tongue, straight into your own, the closest she'll ever come to asking for anything: but it's easy.

"You're so fucking pretty, baby, I'll give you whatever you need-"

You slide your fingers higher up her folds, pushing onto her hot cunt right over the spot where your cock is disappearing inside her.

"I know that's what you need to be fucked silly, right? Need some extra friction so I can have the entire inside of this fucking cunt dripping-"

Xiaoting makes a noise that tells you, good guess. And you're playing her closer and closer to her orgasm, watching her teeth sink into her own lip, knowing that she's the one on a timer - which makes it all the easier, because you know exactly what to say next, because you've played this game enough - when you've already been fucking her and fingering her through one or two and her noises are telling you her body needs just one more, and then, the words usually roll right out, not the slightest bit contrived:

"That's it, sweetheart, you look so fucking good. So, so pretty cumming on my cock, baby. You're fucking gorgeous, you know that? I can't get enough of you."

Her mouth falls open, eyes screwing tight with it - the praise, the way you can talk her right into it every fucking time - the way it all but kills her: even when she's getting pumped full of pre-cum and sleeved around your cock like a glove, you know that sometimes the words are the only thing she's chasing, and her jaw starts to trembling just like the rest of her. This full body tension, head to toe of perfection you're whispering in her ear. She's pressing her heels harder than before against the back of your legs, digging, her whole chest shaking for a gasp of air she doesn't seem to ever be able to fully catch.

"But god, I wish you were looking at me," you're begging, sincere, with a deep sort of pining, when you get the the sharp twist of her neck, like it takes everything in her, then, like it's a miracle - those lidded, still-water eyes focused right on you. "I want to make you fall apart, just looking at me, sweetheart."

(Your poor heart. An obsession. So in love with her.)

The kiss you steal from her lips is deeper, your tongues playing a familiar song, the push, pull - how easy and perfect she fits.

When she cums, it always starts quiet, not like what she's just started doing: the kind of cries and moans that begin to make it past her teeth, desperate and panting, her fingers crushing down in place where they're pressed to your skin. Those whimpers that start quiet, get loud, fast, and then Xiaoting's arching right up from the table and clenching her entire body. With you inside her, she's so wrapped up in how good it is, the pleasure spiking past her pussy and into her veins.

"Shh," you soothe her, lovingly brushing her hair to the side when her breath shudders hard; the mess you made, sliding a palm against her cheek when the first few tears gather, the way they always do when Xiaoting's overwhelmed and torn down in such a good, beautiful way. 

You could kiss her, when you feel the curve of her trembling lips. You do, again-again; slip and wet and parted and sliding when Xiaoting lets you hold the base of her chin between your forefinger and thumb, and bring your mouths together like that.

You could hold the moment longer. Keep kissing her and not moving - except Xiaoting has that meek, "Fuck me," mumbled into your open mouth, her half-wits returning and giving her the very start of a wicked grin - all sloppy with orgasm. "However you want, whatever will make you cum fast-"

"Turn around for me. I'm going to show you how pretty you are, looking just like that-"

"Y-Yeah- '' Xiaoting is trying, her joints trembling as she moves her body. She's so good, listening, rolling onto the surface of the table with her ass up, palms spread out and supporting her into this perfect line. Xiaoting's defining the curve: where her lower back and tight little ass begins and ends, right up into her shoulders and spine. Her hair has fallen across one side, and now you can finally see how much she's blushing in the mirror, the messes that her eye makeup has smudged into, how good she's been, and now how sweet and pliable and worked open her muscles are.

The view alone could have you blowing your load before you can even do it properly inside her.

But, god - the fact that her dress was hanging down on one shoulder, then on none, exposing her naked skin entirely; the fact that you can't resist grabbing a hand around a waist-full of her body and dragging her back closer, slotting your thighs under hers and her ass up against you, cock sliding into her still-clenching cunt without the help of your hands, just finding it where it belonged. You give it to her like she's meant to take. Fast. Hard. Deep. Making sure each-time your cock is in its base-deep place and sliding right back out, pulling slick, creamy strands out from her fucked-out pussy. Bathing you in her want, her need, pooling along the base of your cock; seeping everywhere.

There's just so much of it. The sounds echoing off the empty walls, so distinct, unmistakable, so full and thick. The way your whole body seems to tighten and tense along with hers - everything tight, you can see it, your eyes sweeping from Xiaoting's thighs to the reflection of how she just takes you. Shaking each time, the lines of her body wobble forward when your hips land a heavy thrust and slide along every bit velvety-wet inside her: no room for your cum when she's this overflowing, you figure, wondering how full of it she could even get.

"Fuck," the word just slides off you. "Fucking god, you're the best fuck," you praise her. Like heaven.

Because Your hand is in her hair again, wrapped up in and smoothing over the tangles; feeling her like silk. But now you're grabbing too - holding her steady, a fistful between the roots; you want her back arched, canted just that one angle higher that you know would push her past all limits.

“Oh my god,” she gasps out, once your get her knee planted up on the counter - once she's spread herself even further for the weight of your body. "That's it - holy shit, please-more-"

There are little whispers too - stuff that makes your cock twitch a few times, pulsing in warning - not even fully aware that she's cumming down all over your waist, praises like the hottest of filth, please and yes and I need it and fuck and fucking christ, keep going and don't stop don't stop please baby I'll do anything anything-

Xiaoting's voice reaches the same high pitch she does when her clit is getting hit, not sure what part of her body you're touching or just the overwhelming sensation, but god she doesn't know which way to turn her neck and face. She just ends up taking it all in, breathing in the gravity of the moment - her reflection, yours, the feeling - a tremor building up, her eyes flickering back-forth when she realizes they've started to close, forcing herself to look at the both of you.

You fuck your cock through each inch of her quivering cunt, each one hotter, tighter, wetter than the last - until you're spilling cum - cumming deep and fast inside her -

Reaching so far she can feel the thick pool of it getting fucked further into her with every shallow snap of your hips; her ass flushing back up against your stomach. Filling her to the brim - enough to feel it drip and seep and slide.

And she doesn't stop, the way she has her hips rolling down your length and staying there, your cock rooted into her deepest spot. If there's one more thing she gets off on it's being filled, milking the remnants, emptying you, and - because she's almost fucking teasing you, you feel it when she's clenching the remaining dredges right out of your body; out and leaking hot along your over-sensitised skin. The sharp sting of it has your hands tight on her waist, her ass spilling through the gaps of your fingers - deciding what you'll do.

"Three minutes," she says, panting, "is enough-"

You squeeze through the sculpted round of her ass. Spank it. Knead it.

"You want me to fuck another one into you - can you take that? You'd be such a good girl if you can take a fucking like that."

"I mean it," Xiaoting rasps, hips still lifted and angled toward you, as she meets you in the mirror; her eyes looking past your reflection, still coming down, wrecked and fucked raw, but making the message clear. "I'll make it easy for you."

And with that's she got her hand on your still-hard cock; not nearly enough softness in her voice for the rough grip and the sloppy pumping - fucking filth out of her still, if there was ever any hope of getting it out the way she's pulling and using and moving the slick all over you, spilling it onto the floor. "Think I can make you cum again, right here and now."

The thing about Xiaoting is:

She makes bad decisions, but always with the best intentions. That's why you always know what she'll say.

Because it's almost always the same answer: a pair of crossed wrists and a coy-eagerness that's enough of an invitation for you to make use of what she's given.

And this is the exact way you find yourself dragging the fabric of her dress down her shoulder, her middle, her breasts falling back down from their bounce when you unwind it, then twisting the end tightly into itself before shoving it into the soft valley of her mouth.

I love your tits, you know that?" you tell her, mouth open and hot against her shoulder blade. “So fucking pretty all over, Ting, your entire body's amazing and it does things to me-if I could, I would keep my cum inside this tiny little pussy, over and over, keep filling it. Make your tummy swell for me, sweet baby, and never let a single drop-"

"Do it-" she moans out, words garbled by the fabric. Her eyes are wide and full of the darkest innocence, like anything could happen; anything you wished. "Do it, your fucking cock, want to feel you-"

You spank her again, and she keens.

The mirror is showing you how her chest reddens under the rush of your hands kneading at her, almost violent, before sliding down the back-insides of her thigh, pushing, "But, what you look like with my cock buried inside you, stretched out and still so fucking tiny around me."

It's not new. It's what makes Xiaoting give you the dirtiest, sexiest little hum around the cloth wedged inside her mouth.

Then her cunt clenches down on your cock, and you're groaning, "christ," watching the way her face tugs at the stretch, watching, when her back is pushed out again - the angle. You're lining up, sucking in the full and naked and glistening display of her body before letting your hips fuck into hers again. It feels even better than the first time: tightening like a vise around the thickness of you, your cum pouring back inside her, then with her eyes fixed to yours in the mirror, you get to watch her lips straining; a drooling, whimpering mess.

Then. You're slamming her waist into the table. Rough, reckless. Desperate to reach another edge, rough enough that she can barely look up from her bowed elbows, elegant features twisted into something a little more awful, a little more pretty - just there, and - and - 

A third time. Four. More.

Xiaoting's whimpering, just so spent she has nothing else left, your cock filling her up so full and hot with your spill; she's sloppy and flushed and you're pressing her up into the cool surface of the mirror, with her legs giving in when she collapses over her heels and nearly tumbles over; her own body weighing nothing.

If she asked, "carry me," in any way, you'd be on her like clockwork; you'd get her turned around into a loose-limbed pile, a leg thrown over each of her waist; she'd already have her cheek nestled against your jaw, halfway asleep, a warm bundle pressed up and waiting to get tucked into bed and swept into all of the things that would make her purr and melt; blankets and warm-clothes and showers and tending.

You'd always make a show out of sweeping her off her feet. Because the thing is, Xiaoting deserves it.

And you let her know that:

"You're always the sweetest, aren't you? Taking a fucking like that," you tell her, burying the dying gasps of a laugh right into the sweat-sticky back of her neck. You can feel her throat vibrating out a small sound, her brain almost definitely not able to formulate words, maybe only just registering the tones of your voice. "You are just so breathtakingly gorgeous, babe, the prettiest baby. The fucking world must be upside down, because no one tells you nearly often enough."

And -

Xiaoting - really, above all else, is fucking gorgeous. Because her tired laugh echoes a small part of itself straight down your spine, filling all the dips between each of your vertebrae. Genuine smile and all.

It has your skin crawling back to life, warming up.

There's a murmured 'thank you' said somewhere into the back of her hand, between her pinky finger and her ring, a small, stifled breath that pulls on her tired voice; it's a sleepy sound, like honey, and maybe that's why you choose to tell her one more time.

You glance at the clock on the wall. It's been a good fifteen-plus-extra minutes. You can live with that.

"Told you we'd be late," you say, smoothing out the fabric of her dress.

Which means this is the second time she says: "Nothing there we can’t solve with a little..."

"Carelessness?"

"Misdirection. Pretty convenient for some of us," Xiaoting murmurs with the lingering sweetness of your kiss on her lips. "Who have that charming talent with words."

She looks up, wincing and dabbing at the dried tracks on her cheeks where her eyelashes have swept away all the makeup and tears, like a soft brush sweeping away the layer of snow, she lets her head rest there in your palm and the other soothes, warm, on the back of her neck - her shoulders a little slack when you feel her whole body relax.

"Love you," Xiaoting says, after a heavy breath; a shaky exhale, just under her tongue; "even when we're a little crazy."

Your cheeks warm as they squish themselves around her grin.

"Love you. Now hold still," you say - taking it slow, kissing the damp pink curls right behind her ear. Then, for the most part, it's back to business. Back to normal.

Makeup wipes and wet washcloths. Clearing and setting the furniture upright. Hastily undoing the locks, so that to anyone who's passing by and smelling the raw, irrefutable evidence of sex and sin, they can turn away and think twice - no one's fault except the wicked thoughts swirling and forming in the back of their thoughts.

(No matter how many times you do, it's no different with Xiaoting; her smile turns the wheels in your head - still spinning. You can't help it when she laughs with her eyes still half-mast - fucked-out; a headiness, her tone like velvet.)

And the 'yes, we do,' on her breath when she hums again, is the beginning of an I-told-you-so, when you tell her, "c’mon, we've got places to be."

[bp-zb1fics]

Smells like cowards

pairing: seunghwan x crush reader

genre: university au on crack, humour

tw/tags: dance club, pining, girlypop duo does tomboy, kep1er character cameos, swearing, ggang team is back, seunghwan is very much harassed, leejeong munjung devil twins, chen jianyu just vibing, kinda unhinged ngl, confessions

wc: 1248

summary: no, seunghwan was not pining and he definitely wasn't staring at your ass, thank you very much.

a/n it's taken a long time but I finally wrote it! Also idk titles so I just stole from seunghwan's lines in ggang lol. Thank you so much @milie02 for requesting this! I hope you like it~ Everyone pls enjoy~

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Sometimes you wonder why the cute boy, who you sometimes catch watching you stretch before practice, never tries to talk to you. It’s not that you’re assuming anything. It just happens that he looks your way a lot. And yes, you do notice it. Maybe he thinks he’s subtle but he really isn’t.

You haven’t been in the dance club for very long. While you’ve been trying different styles since you were little, your first year of university was a whirlwind, living away for the first time, getting used to classes, going to MTs and festivals, joining the organisations that your sunbaes recommended. It left you little time, if any, to look for a studio where you could practise your beloved hobby.

Luckily, one of your sunbaes introduced you to the dance club, open to all majors and exactly the thing you were looking for. 

“Okay everyone, from the top.”

You’ve been grouped up with Seo Won, Kim Dayeon, Cha Woongki and Seo Youngeun for a cover of (G)I-DLE’s Tomboy, one of the performances that regularly made up the repertoire for the club’s end of the semester showcase. The last time this song was performed had been legendary, led by now graduate students Shen Xiaoting, Zhang Hao and senior Sung Hanbin when they were in their first and second years. So yes, you had very large shoes to fill.

From the other side of the room, Seunghwan is definitely not watching the way you move your hips. Someone smacks the back of his head. He spins around only to see Chen Jianyu walking casually to his spot, the graduate student shrugging in response.

“I know you like them but can we do less staring at their ass and more practising please hyung.”

“I’m not staring at their ass.”

Seunghwan hisses at Lee Jeonghyeon who just looks back at him, unimpressed.

“Sure hyung.”

Mun Junghyun chimes in because Seunghwan gets zero respect from any of his dongsaengs these days. As if on cue, Junhyeon decides to chime in at that very moment.

“So should we do it like this? Or…” He demonstrates a bit of choreography before realising what kind of conversation he walked into.

“Oh was Seunghwan-hyung staring at- mmmph.” Seunghwan hurriedly shoves a hand over the other’s mouth because Junhyeon has no sense of volume control about 80% of the time, now being one of those times.

“Junhyeon-ah.”

“Mhmmph?”

“Do me a favour and please shut up.”

“Hmmmhmph.”

With that, Seunghwan finally lets go because Junhyeon can’t speak in muffled gibberish forever and also they actually needed to practise. Junhyeon stares at him but doesn’t say anything. It’s finally quiet. Actually, it’s a little too quiet. 

Seunghwan realises that the music from your group’s speaker cut out and he’s confronted by the magnificently judgemental stare of Cha Woongki while he calmly sips his water. Seo Won looks a little too entertained and the girls give him knowing looks. Luckily for him, you’re busy monitoring your practice on someone’s phone.

“That was great, hyung.” Junghyun decides to say because of course he does.

“Very subtle.” Jeonghyeon adds. Seunghwan swears they’re the devils.

“Is he confessing now or are we starting practice?” Jianyu asks because even the eldest won’t give Seunghwan a break.

“The new choreo please, Junhyeon-ah.” 

Seunghwan is tired.

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“And for the record, you know Lee Seunghwan was totally staring at your ass earlier.”

“Oh, is that his name?”

Woongki takes your face in his hands and proceeds to squish your cheeks.

“Oh my poor clueless baby.”

“We’re the same age?” You’re vaguely alarmed and a little confused, eyes flying to Seo Won, your lovely sunbae just shaking his head.

“He’s definitely into you.” Dayeon pipes up.

“He’s never even talked to me though?”

“Seunghwan-sunbae’s just shy.” Youngeun justifies.

“Well I think he’s being a pussy.” Woongki declares, all of you gasp, including the ahjumma who’s about to take your orders. Dayeon offers her an apologetic look and asks for extra rice for the stew you ordered.

“Don’t call him names when we aren’t even sure if he likes me.”

“Oh he definitely likes you babe, he just needs to grow some balls and confess, Won-hyung and I have money on him cracking by the interim check.”

“Sunbae!” Seo Won’s unfazed, calmly thanking the ahjumma who’s brought steaming bowls of kimchi jjigae and rice to the table.

“I bet on the pre-final performance.” Dayeon says, grabbing some rice.

“Oh same.” 

“I- wait how many people bet on this??”

“I dunno, like the whole dance club?”

“Eh???”

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Seunghwan can’t believe he’s doing this.

“I can’t believe he’s finally doing it.”

“He is?”

“Yep.” Three voices say at the exact same time. Seunghwan throws a dirty look at his traitorous group members. Seriously, he needs better friends.

Junhyeon pats him on the shoulder ceremoniously, looking way too solemn for this.

“You can do it, hyung, I believe in you.”

The younger boys sounds so sincere that Seunghwan’s almost touched.

“Don’t fuck it up, hyung.”

Nevermind. 

It’s the interim check. Nothing too serious. Just the whole club getting together to check everyone else’s performances out and give tips. Definitely. And because Junhyeon loudly volunteers them to go first, they’re going first. Fuck.

Here’s something Seunghwan learned from letting Junhyeon lead their choreography. He’s actually pretty fucking good. They’re in sync, all their moves are sharp and on beat and he even gives everyone a small part in the centre where they can show off their strengths. Then, they get to the freestyle part.

So here’s another thing Seunghwan learned from letting Junhyeon lead their choreography. He’s also pretty fucking good at incorporating the stupidest ideas and getting everyone to agree to them. Case in point, what Seunghwan is about to do now as he puts on the stupid meme shades that Junhyeon had convinced the whole group to wear.

He’s front and centre, grooving to the beat and looking at where you’re sitting near the front with the other dancers covering Tomboy. Seunghwan takes a deep breath and with his whole chest, yells out your name and then says:

“GO OUT WITH ME!!”

The whole club goes wild, hooting and then cheering when you stare at him with wide eyes before nodding. Seunghwan swears his cheek muscles are going to collapse from how hard he’s smiling. They wrap up the dance without a hitch and immediately his members are descending upon him, yelling their congratulations.

On your part, well you get a grand total of thirty seconds to comprehend what just happened before Woongki announces your group is going next and bodily dragging you with him. You suddenly remember what you had agreed to do for the interim check.

“I mean he confessed already so-”

“You’re doing it, babe.” Woongki cuts in, leaving no room for protests.

Seunghwan thought he wasn’t prepared to confess today. What he really wasn’t prepared for was you sauntering over to him during your freestyle section (the infamous la la part), hips swaying as you proceed to drop it low while everyone freaks out, him included.

After that, Seunghwan can no longer say that he wasn’t staring at your ass. Woongki and Seo Won make a shit ton of money from the betting pool that had been going. And you? Well the cute boy, who you sometimes catch watching you stretch before practice, did more than just talk to you. And that’s the story of how Lee Seunghwan eventually became your boyfriend.

[jinnyxxn]

love and war - ricky zb1 !

genre: fluff

warnings: slightly harsh actions?

pairing: ricky zb1 x gn! reader

20:28 PM - Parking Basement

"are you serious." for the millionth time was all you hear from him on your argument.

"you're clearly forgetting our date babe! it's already planned well and for the 8 times, you forget about it for the record!" you lose a much heavy sigh.

"ugh, it's not a big deal okay? at least right now i know that im wrong, and im sorry for that, but stop talking about it!" he said with an unbelievable face. that's ridiculous.

"whatever ricky." you rolled your eyes off with such a lazy tone. you were about to leave him alone, taking two steps, ready to walk quickly but your 'boyfriend' was quick enough to hold you back.

"what's with the name?" his sharp gaze meets your eyes. his hard grip on your arms, you clearly knew that he was mad.

"what's wrong with it, RICKY?"

"say that again."

"Ricky."

He's enough with it. He slammed you on the wall and pinned you with his sharp scary gaze. You could feel your back hurts and that makes you mad too.

"WHY? DON'T YOU THINK YOU DESERVE THAT BECAUSE YOU FORGOT ABOUT OUR DATE YESTERDAY? I WAS ALONE FROM 9 TILL MIDNIGHT WAITING FOR YOU IN THE PARK AND I GOT SICK FROM THAT!" you shouted to him in his face loudly.

"ENOUGH TALKING ABOUT THAT Y/N!" he shouted back and punched the wall which makes his knuckles bleed but not much. You never know that your blonde-haired 'boyfriend' can be explosive and angry like that. You are shocked of course.

"so you wanna play it that way huh? sure." then he left.

21:00 - Penthouse

ting tong

you, standing in front of an apartment door. high class and luxury door, then what's on the inside? even more luxury. why would a young and rich boy be in his parents' house?

the door was opened by...

himself

one arched eyebrow, wrinkled nose, sneering, then looking away with slightly narrowed eyes.

you still had your ego. you immediately went inside passing him, and your 'boyfriend' closed the door immediately.

"what do you want," he questioned, walking towards you.

you turn your back, facing down, grabbing his hand that bleeds before. you see his knuckles weren't treated, seriously seeing his knuckles weren't treated makes you heartbroken.

you went to his room, and he followed you. to your surprise, you saw a girl. the brown-haired girl on her phone, standing up when she saw you, approaching you too.

"oh y/n! it's really nice to see you here, anyway ricky since it's a rainy night, i got a midnight driving date with my bf so gotta go, and y/n, can you treat him— shoot im running late, i'll be back at my own house, not yours ricky! bye, you two—!" then she left.

xiaoting, ricky's older sister. wearing a green cardigan paired up with jeans. gummy smile and sparkling eyes.

as you grab his hand, letting him sit on his bed with an aid box between you and him. you softly treating his injured knuckles.

He is in his pajamas and you in your oversized black hoodie with loose pants + on a rainy night (your favorite night).

"i'm sorry y/n, i- i really forgot about the last date. i know my apology wouldn't be enough for the pain i created. it wouldn't be enough for the time you waited for me to come. but this time, i promise i will remember about our next date. my mistake. i'm sorry okay?" you knew he said it while trying to look into your eyes.

you finished treating his knuckles. your eyes are teary. as you tidy up the aid box, ricky set aside the aid box and grabs you into his hug.

"i'm really sorry" he whispered in your ear you lose some peals of laughter and tear into happy tears.

"you know, you should stop hugging me or you'll catch a cold from me" you frowned, gently pushing him away to put some distance.

although you've warned him, you know... he's ricky.

"i don't care," he says. brings you to his tight hug, and a little kiss from him on your forehead.

"if you say so my lovelicky"

"what?"

"you heard me"

"noo say it again"

"my lovelicky"

you could see him blushing hard, and an unexpected turn? lol.

"what if we watch a movie tonight! i'll say it as a date" he asked, still smiling.

"sure, you're the boss" you replied.

and the couple who's watching a movie tonight ended up making out

sorry for my grammar mistakes, english are not my first language.

[akaseo]

Xiaoting fr. Kep1er layout!

( dash icon + header + pinned gif. )

• requested!

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⟢ XIAOTING fr. KEP1ER

⠀⠀  ⬩ TWITTER (X) LAYOUT

✓ png icon (2) ✓ png header ✓ gif pinned ﹟pedido!! ⇢ puedes pedir uno similar

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xiaoting update ☆ bubble messages: "🫢 doing the makeup 👀 this pin isn't mine ㅋㅋ is the makeup stylist's ~ i'll take a picture with mine next time 🫵" (translation credits)

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progression

july

half messy bio wording for fa (1) & writing acc (1) : 🎀🌷🩷

half casual caption mingi (6) in rush : 🎀🌷🩷

280c custom wording for layout in rush : 🎀🌷🩷

short messy bio for bts fa (1) in rush : 🎀🌷🩷

full casual bio ningning (1) + pinned template divine (1) : 🎀🌷🩷

pinned post template bunnie + thesaurus (1) : 🎀🌷🩷

full casual caption yeonjun (4) + full casual caption eunchae (4) + half casual caption anton (4) : 🎀🌷🩷

half casual caption shinyu (6) : 🎀🌷🩷

short messy bio for ba app prem (1): 🎀🌷🩷

full casual caption winter (5): 🎀 🌷🩷

half messy bio, full messy bio, short casual bio, half casual bio, pinned prodigy: 🎀 🌷🩷

custom wording for giveaway (2): 🎀 🌷🩷

custom wording for farewell (2): 🎀 🌷🩷

short messy bio for app prem ba (2): 🎀 🌷🩷

short casual bio + in rush + thesa xiaoting (1): 🎀🌷🩷

full messy bio ba app prem, acc inact, nokos (1): 🎀🌷🩷

full messy bio ba layout (1): 🎀🌷🩷

short messy bio danielle (1), wonyoung (1), rei (1), bae (1): 🎀🌷🩷

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messy half bio wonyoung (1): 🎀🌷🩷

pinned prodigy for wonbin (1): 🎀🌷🩷

messy half bio for app prem (1): 🎀🌷🩷

4 full bio + thesaurus (soobin, seojoon, yena, karina), 2 half bio (heeseung, sohee), 7 half bio + thesaurus (ian, karina, iamazhai, irene, ningning, minnie, jisung), 1 short bio + thesaurus (jaehyun): 🎀🌷🩷

custom wording cheer up + thesaurus (4): 🎀🌷🩷

custom wording birthday 140c (1): 🎀🌷🩷

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casual half bio haerin + thesaurus (1): 🎀🌷

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short bio jaechan (1) + half bio ahyeon, mark, jay, jeongwoo (4) + full bio ahyeon, younjung, lusi, hanbin, inkyung (5) + thesaurus (6):

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WELCOME BACK SWEETIE, i hope ur ok. may i request a xiaoting (kep1er) layout + pinned with her red hair?? its for a mermaid (ariel's daughter), so if u can add some sea stuff it would be greaaaat. tysm!! <3

THANK U, LOVE. 🫶🏻 here it’s ur little mermaid!!! i’m always open to adding anything you like if u are discomfort. thank u SO MUCH for the confidence. 🧜🏼‍♀️

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SORRY, i posted without the pinned. i’ll do it for you in a moment!!

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pls xiaoting smut w male reader

Risque

Kep1er's Shen Xiaoting x Male Reader Smut

Categories: semi-public sex; slight exhibitionism; anal; daddy kink; revenge sex(?)

Nothing could describe the joy I feel at finally being able to post with curly quotation marks. Enjoy the little things.

Thanks to @sinswithpleasure, @co-reborn, @ggidolsmuts and @writerpeach for helping me out with the Chinese parts!

As careless as the nature of the act was, it was actually planned beforehand by the two of you, almost as if it were some kind of important meeting composed of the most powerful people in the world. The location and time were also talked over days before it happened, as well as the number that would be jotted down on the buttons by a would-be hot and bothered Shen Xiaoting. 

She was the one who initiated the conversation, after all. She was the one who nervously confessed to you what she was scheming after you expressed your concern over the unusual amount of time she spent spacing out. When she had finished illustrating to you her plan, you were stunned to say the least. But Xiaoting waited for the dead silence to make way for your approval.

Despite your love for your girlfriend, you had to be honest with her. You called it petty revenge. This was something only ignorant teenagers would dream up of to make their oblivious crushes “jealous”. That's so fucking immature, you said. Childish too, you said. Haven't you moved on yet? But you had to admit that you got the winning end in this; all you had to do was two very easy things: open and close the door of the phone booth when you got there, then have Xiaoting in any way you wanted.

The offer was too tempting. So, despite the angel on your shoulder urging you to do the right thing, you agreed.

But(t) you were definitely going to “do” the right thing anyway, you thought, as you eyed Xiaoting's rear end while she walked in front of you. God, it looked even more gropeable in those black leather jeans. Just the sight of that ass could cause eighteen car crashes in this city and probably an uproar from horny journalists.

You did not hold back a playful spank. Xiaoting was surprised, but then giggled and scolded you, telling you to wait just a bit more. “It isn’t very far from here now, you know,” she told you, booping your nose.

She was right; just a few more steps led you and Xiaoting to a phone booth by brown wood. It held an old telephone of the same color on its walls, which were decorated by vintage movie posters and signs. The movies they promoted were several decades old already. One of them showed a surprised Marilyn Monroe, and a full-body shot of her under large red letters spelling out one of her classics.

Just by those posters, you could tell this was not like any of the other booths that stood before it. This was the telephone booth, the special one in which you would perform Xiaoting’s plan with her.

You took two cautious looks at your surroundings. Once the few people that passed by were distracted enough by their phones, newspapers, or rowdy children, you quickly ushered Xiaoting into the booth.

Once you entered and closed the door, the lust overtook you. You had been trying to keep it to a behaved amount during the walk here, but now that you were offered a space where you could safely let it out,you realized you just had to make use of it.

You pinned Xiaoting against the wall roughly. The tightness of the place didn't help make moving around easy. But what prodded you on was the satisfied smile Xiaoting made before she ordered you:

“Kiss me.”

You leaned in and did what she asked. Her hands curled around the sides of your face while yours did so on her wide hips. Both of you immediately felt warm from just a kiss, but Xiaoting let the untamed lust she shared with you take control of the kiss; she constantly sought a deeper connection, greedily holding you close and letting the French kiss birth an insatiable hunger inside her.

Tongue twisted around tongue and trailed across the perfect pair of pink lips. Wet saliva accented the hot gaspy breaths and sighs that were lost in the passionate kiss. Xiaoting could feel herself getting wetter and wetter by the second, making her whimper helplessly with each lock of your lips. But you aided her horniness by constantly rubbing your knee at her core clothed by the tight leather. 

Xiaoting's loud moans started to fill the air. You helped add more to those luscious sounds by giving her kisses that were hot on her neck. Several were placed here on her pretty throat and one at her sharp jaw. Another sneaky kiss was given to her collarbone which you swore was carved by the gods themselves. You licked along the line it drew and watched how Xiaoting desperately rode your knee for friction, gasping at your hands sliding down her curves and grabbing her tits over the tight gray tube top.

“Hmm, hngmh, oh fuck, baby.” She whimpered at the satisfying sensation of your hands dutifully kneading her ass. She rocked back and forth on your knee, and you would forever find it impossible to describe how hot your girlfriend looked rolling her tight, slender body lewdly against you for more of the sinful pleasure. The way her hips swayed in circles was hypnotizing.

You looked up at Xiaoting although her eyes were slightly lidded due to the dizzying pleasure. “Still wanna go on with the plan?”

Your teeth clamped around her earlobe and sucked on it. Xiaoting cursed softly, a sound that was quiet yet added fuel to the fire that was your raging lust. 

Took a look at her thighs and ass in those jeans and realized what a waste it would be not to spank her through the leather. You spanked her once, and she trembled. Continuing evoked several whimpers from her. Each slap got her dangerously turned on. Just the feeling of the pain stinging her skin made her clit pulse needily. She could already feel her panties getting ruined.

“More.”

You smiled; you were happy to give her what she asked for. You felt around her crotch area and slapped her pussy that was sure to be soaked right now to get her even more worked up. 

“Y-yes,” she replied weakly. You weren't sure if that was an answer to your question or an approving moan to your spanking. “That's the whole point of this after all.”

“Hmph, fine. I still think it's petty.”

“So what?” Xiaoting raised her eyebrow at you feistily before typing in the number. "Doesn't he deserve to know how much better you fuck me? How much better you treat me after I put up with all his shit?”

“Hm, maybe.”

You tugged off her jacket to get a full view of her in the tube top. She looked hotter than you expected; her beautiful arms and shoulders looked delicious exposed like that. It almost seemed like the top was specifically created for her with the way it perfectly accented her bust and body. The fabric hugged her tits and torso while letting you get a peek of her tight midriff AKA the second best place to cum on.

“God, Xiaoting, you're so fucking sexy.”

Xiaoting flashed you a feisty smile as she held the telephone to her ear, cocking her head to the side.. “I know.”

Her hips rolled in lewd circles so that her ass could meet your hands easily. You could tell that all the heavy petting and kissing had gotten her all hot and bothered. She was becoming more and more desperate for you, and she was not at all ashamed to show it.

With just one downward zip, her jeans fell to the ground along with her panties. You took those and her suddenly intimidating eyes as signs that she wanted you to take her as roughly as you would in the bedroom, even with the semi-public space the two of you were in. 

And who were you to refuse her?

Xiaoting groped your erection playfully before she undid your pants as well. They soon joined hers in a pool of fabric on the floor. She eagerly watched you align your shaft with her entrance, admiring your size as if it was your first time with her all over again.

You pushed forward.

Xiaoting threw her head back, causing the pop art posters on the wall to partially fall off. You let out a grunt to show that you were stunned too; her cunt was as tight as her body was, as wet as the kisses you laid upon her skin. The tightness clung to you even as you started moving, like it was begging you to stay nestled inside her silken pussy.

You decided to set a steady pace. Her pulsating pussy hugged your rod tighter as you performed blunt thrusts aimed upwards. Xiaoting's mouth hung open as she could only savor the satisfying rubs your cockhead did at the right spots and your veins did to her walls. 

“Ohhh my god. This feels so fucking good.”

You and Xiaoting started kissing again. Your tongue curled upwards to explore the roof of her mouth briefly before twisting around her tongue again. You constantly provoked deep sighs from her with your steady fucking and lips, which had already memorized the paths they took to her neck, cheek, and shoulders. 

Her deep and sultry moans were your main motivations. But what strangely motivated you even more in this situation was the sound of Xiaoting’s ex picking up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Oh fuck. Oh!” Xiaoting could barely cope with your suddenly swift thrusts. Her eyes were shut as she held onto the telephone for dear life. “H-hi, Rich. It's, hah, been so… l-long, hasn’t it?”

Her broken voice was a familiar sound to him. “Xiaoting?” Rich asked in disbelief. “Is that you?”

You beginning to pepper kisses on her neck and shoulders wasn't helpful at all, but that was the point, wasn't it? To make it sound obvious that she was getting railed right now and that it felt so much better than when he did it to her? 

You drove her into the wall with each deep plug of your dick in her wet pussy. Xiaoting’s mewls just told you that she loved the way you stretched it out and pushed it to its limits. You watched how the swollen lips welcomed you by swallowing your member and keeping its grip vice-like and how her tiny hole was forced apart to let you in. Through all that, Xiaoting's fingers maintained their deathly grip on the telephone.

“Yes! Just wanted to drop by.”

“I missed you. I didn't know you’d actually call me like I asked you.”

Wait, so that fucker tried to contact her even before Xiaoting made the plan? Maybe you should have agreed to the plan from the start.

You were furious. Xiaoting was yours, and yours only. Nothing would change that. Definitely not a desperate text message from a lonely guy from her past.

You started to amplify your thrusts. Xiaoting yelped in surprise, holding onto the phone tighter. She shut her eyes in endurance as you began to suck at the pulse point on her neck. She crowned your head with her palm and pushed it closer for more.

“I didn't either. There won't be another time though. I—”—her moan was breathy now, probably because of your thumb on her clit—”can't do this properly… he's fucking me too well… oh god, daddy!”

Once her lips had let slip of your title, your feral instincts came out. They told you to give this brat a good pounding, to use her body hard and rough to let her ex seethe with the same jealousy you felt whenever somebody ogled at your girlfriend like you weren't there with her. They told you to go batshit crazy.

You couldn't take it anymore. You bent Xiaoting over, twisting her body so that she had to lie with her stomach flat on the desk. There, you plowed into her unforgivingly. Xiaoting let a scream slip through her lips, accidentally dropping the telephone because her hands were wrapped in your fist and pinned behind her back. But unfortunately for Rich, the phone still dangled near her mouth. Rich could still hear everything that was going on.

You lifted your hand as high as you could then slapped her ass with it. She cried out, more wetness gushing forth. Another slap rendered her babbling incoherently. Her butt started to roll in circles to meet your ministrations, asking for more of the pain and pleasure that came with your forceful blunt humps on her leaking pussy and the harsh spanks.

It was fascinating to see how weak Xiaoting became for you in just a matter of minutes. Just a while ago, she was strolling around the city of Seoul with confidence and self-assurance. But now? Oh, how greatly things have changed. She had transformed into your dumb, babbling slut, leaking from her used pussy and her pink lips.

“Xiaoting?” Rich asked with concern. “Are you okay? What’s going on?”

Rich was such a dumb fuck. That was probably why Xiaoting left him. Of course she was far from okay! Her insides were being wrecked mercilessly by your length and girth while she was being spanked over and over. Couldn’t he hear her screaming like her life depended on it?

You let him know what was going on by giving Xiaoting back to back spanks. Each one stung your palm, but you kept doing it for the sake of hearing Xiaoting’s cries of pain and seeing her ass cheeks turn almost as red as her pretty face. A hand mark was already imprinted on her right cheek, and even that didn’t stop you from hitting that bubble butt.

“Oh god… oh, yes!” she cried out. “I mean, yes, I'm okay. D-don't worry about it. How are you?"

She was still trying to keep up the act. That wouldn't do at all; you made it your goal to make her as breathless as possible, furthering the yank of your hips so your cock could sheathe itself deeper inside her cunt. You forced your thick tip to travel all the way to her cervix and stimulated all the right spots with your veiny girth.

“I'm doing alright, Xiaoting. I missed you so much. I—”

“Fuck!”

Xiaoting was forced to rudely interrupt her ex again as her uncontrollable sobs resurfaced when you reached from behind her to stimulate her nub. Her hips spasmed and stuttered, moving in the same direction as your quick rubs that created an obscene wet sound. She could barely grab onto something to keep herself stable because her hands were fastened in between your curled fingers at her back. So her body could only rock continuously back and forth, to and fro, left and right—trying to get away from you at once but begging desperately for more too. 

“Ah! Ah! Fuck, daddy, it’s so deep!” No matter how hard Xiaoting tried to keep herself together despite your drilling, she always came undone. “D-daddy, daddy, I’m going to cum, I'm going to cum, I'm going to—”

Squirming and scrambling, Xiaoting broke into a mess of guttural screams and foreign curses. Her screams of pleasure almost overpowered the sounds of your hips slapping her ass and your groans. Her legs buckled as she came hard, losing all feeling in her legs although the pleasurable feeling still kept overwhelming her pussy.

“Daddy! Daddy, too much! Too much!”

Too much, she complained, but you knew Xiaoting liked it that way. So you crossed the lines that were probably never drawn in the first place and pounded her harder. Faster in order to drain your twin balls knocking against her pussy with each rough shove.  

Soon the walls wrapping around your dick contracted tighter, and Xiaoting started to whine helplessly in pitchy Chinese, something you knew very well was a sign that she was—

"小婷受不了了啦！！" 

Xiaoting was squirting. Showers of girl cum started to wet the floor. It increased the abundant arousal leaking out of her pussy which helped you drive into her even with the tightness. 

It was all so fucking hot to witness: Xiaoting, her face red, becoming unable to endure anymore and resorting to cursing dirtily in Chinese while she dirtied the phone booth floor with her cum. She was going insane, the lust making her struggle in your grip and cling onto your cock. The grasp of her walls onto you was enough to milk you dry.

“Xiaoting, you’re so fucking tight,” you said, gritting your teeth as you put more force into your pounding. “You're going to make daddy cum, babygirl.”

Her mouth directly next to the telephone, Xiaoting whined and cried out: “Yes, please, daddy! Paint your babygirl's pussy with your load! She’s nothing but a cumdump, nothing but your cumdump!”

Now that you had her permission, you were filled with determination. You were determined to show that pathetic ex of hers that Xiaoting is yours. You were determined to let him hear how good she felt now that she was with you. Let him hear you claiming her.

“Yes! Your cum feels so warm in me, daddy!” Xiaoting made sure to say loudly to the mouthpiece of the telephone. “You fuck me so well, please give me another of your load!”

“Oh, I will, but this time, I'll do it on your round bubble butt.”

Xiaoting practically blushed in excitement. Anal with you was always a great experience. Rich would surely be jealous since he had never dared to try that with her.

“Xiaoting,” said Rich, this time with a sharpness to his voice, “this isn’t funny. Do you think this would make me any happier?”

“Oh my god!”

Xiaoting was deaf to his words. She was too focused on the sensation of her puckered hole being, as promised, invaded by your dick. You almost let out a louder-than-usual groan at how much tighter her ass was. This was going to be harder than fucking her pussy that was almost virgin-like with the way it contracted on your dick.

You sat back onto the wooden seat and pulled Xiaoting onto your lap. She squealed in surprise, but made sure to grab the telephone and hold it near your bodies thrusting and grinding on one another for gratification. That way, Rich could clearly hear everything, from the slapping and groaning to her ecstatic screams and cries.

An example of that would be:

“Haah! Hngmh! Oh!”

Your hands on her hips, you slammed Xiaoting up and down your dick. Her pussy juices slipped down to your dick colliding with her asshole, serving as supple lube to make it easier for you to fuck her. Xiaoting breathlessly aided the leak by filling her pussy with her own fingers. She gasped girlishly at how it being penetrated in her two holes at the same time felt: heavenly.

“You’re… so! fucking! big! in my ass, daddy!” said Xiaoting, shouting every time your thrusts took a sharper turn. "And, and my pussy's still leaking with your cum. Please creampie and make my asshole sore too, daddy!"

Xiaoting's fingers dipped repeatedly inside her cunt. They entered to fill every corner of the tight slit and exited with white dripping from them. Her asshole tightened every three seconds because of the doubled pleasure, motivating you to stretch her bubble butt out till it was as sore as her pussy.

Her tits wildly bounced up and down, two fat pillows of tempting flesh that struggled to keep themselves beneath the fabric of the gray top. Xiaoting could only groan in pleasure when you grabbed one bouncing breast and sucked at her neck at the same time. You could feel her hard nipple sliding against your palm. You pinched and toyed with it gladly while your lips left smooches all over her skin.

She wiggled her ass on your dick in return and leaned her head back on your shoulder. From this angle, you could see her ecstatic face—eyes rolled back but occasionally widening at the impact and mouth agape to shamelessly let the world hear how good she was feeling. Sighs left that very mouth as you ravaged her neck like a hungry vampire. Your teeth and tongue had violated her neck so much that purple marks began to show themselves on the path of gleaming pale skin. 

The sex was making it hard to comprehend anything. You were starting to lose your mind—the colors of the posters taped to the booth were a blur, and the sounds of Rich angrily telling Xiaoting off were unheard. All that you understood was your stomach was tightening, a sure sign of your climax coming, and that Xiaoting looked so fucking hot coyly swaying her hips side to side on your dick. Just afew more bounces and you were going to cum. 

Xiaoting’s ass rose—

“You think you can hurt me with this, Xiaoting? I’ve been hurt worse by better!—”

—and descended,—

“—It’s not fucking funny! I’ve been going crazy without you and then you call me up—”

—rose—

“—just to make me listen to your new boyfriend railing you!”

—and—

“Cum in my ass, daddy.”

As if her words were a command you were programmed to automatically obey, you blew your load into the brown ring that was gaping to fit your rod. Your lap was a sticky mess of your semen and Xiaoting’s fluids, but Xiaoting still remained seated on it. Perhaps she thought sitting on the floor was not a better idea than your lap because of your clothes and undergarments stained with her squirt. Or maybe she just liked being daddy’s girl.

The whole place smelled like sex and sweat. Several posters had fallen to the floor and the only chair in the booth was dripping of your cum and your girlfriend’s. Not to mention that a poor old lady was staring at you from the window of the booth with wide traumatized eyes, frozen in place.

However, Xiaoting was unfazed by all the mess. She even crossed one leg over the other, listening to Rich rant about her supposed sluttiness and ungratefulness from the phone.

“And I bet that there’s no romance in that new relationship you have!” Rich angrily yelled. “Just fucking and sleeping! That’s no fucking better than what we had!”

“He just fucked my ass, Rich,” Xiaoting told him matter-of-factly. “Of course he’s better.”

[mickeytheticklee]

The cutest (no longer secret): HIKARU??

The title should give it away on whose the ler

Warning: Tickling

Very short fic for no reason

On the last episode you left for the States for an emergency, missing Hikaru's birthday. Now you ended up missing Queendom because of a mental health related issue. Bad thing was, you had to recover in your hometown meaning you couldn't see them. It was a heart shattering face time at 3AM to reveal you had to take care of your health as a short hiatus. The members were acting fine, trying to be supportive. Lifting up their heads in smiles and not show an ounce of emotion so you wouldn't cry. But it was soon too late when you heard sniffles from Yeseo. Then they had to immediately shut it off before you could get a sad thought in. Two months of despair and you got a call from the CEO, just checking in on you since the kep1er comeback was coming soon. Good news was that you were coming back just in time for them to comeback and start filming their new music video. Bad news? You had to learn the dance in two days. Which was okay, you could conquer the impossible.

Y/n: I'm home! Shit...oh shit...

You realized with a long flight and you practicing the dance to Up in an airplane bathroom that you didn't notify the members about returning to Korea. Of course it never bothered you, only that you weren't coming home with open arms or open fingers meant for tickling. But regardless you were sure that no matter what they couldn't make it because they're so busy. You took off your shoes and quietly set them behind Dayeon's shoes. You tip toed into your room and turned on the lights, but dimed them to the lowest setting so it wasn't too bright. Everything you did was out of quietness, showering, unpacking, grabbing a quick dessert from Hikaru's secret stash. Speaking of Hikaru...look who arrives when you open the door abruptly.

Y/n: Hikaru... Hikaru....

Hikaru: No ones here they all went to practice. Which means...

Well what a waste of the precious time you spent doing every activity ten times slower. Hikaru hugs you, which turns into a slow but softer approach to pin you down. Hikaru is reaching her ler arc now, the time she's been waiting for since she first had her hands to your sides. But it's odd, you being the same height as Xiaoting being pinned by a shortie who was Hikaru?? First of all, why was she wanting to tickle you this late?? And without her partner in crime Yeseo?? All the mixed emotions while Hikaru is happily smiling on top of you.

Hikaru: Just a little thank you for the birthday surprise.

Y/n: A simple thank you would go a long way. Besides, if you tickle me you know you'll get trampled with your small height right?

Hikaru: Aha...that's why I asked Dayeon for pointers.

Y/n: WAIT NO NOAHHAHHAHAHHAHA

She goes out for blood aka your neck. Giving it lots of small kisses while digging her four fingers in your armpits. Your arms bend and scrunch by your shoulders as you giggle at the light kisses Hikaru was giving. Every turn away from your neck to avoid them made another free spot of your neck which is ready to kiss. Then she was kissing all over your face while giving you the best tummy squeezes ever. Such squeaky happy laughter putting Hikaru into shambles because she misses those times. But you can tell she learned a bit from Dayeon because she always gives you loads of kisses to distract the tummy tickles she gives out.

Hikaru: Why did you think it's a good idea to not tell the members you were arriving?

Y/n: Sorry...the song to Up is so catchy. Please forgive me...

Hikaru: I'll forgive you after some raspberries.

Damn you didn't even have time to freak out before Hikaru lifted your shirt and gave you a surprise raspberry. Not gonna lie, coming from a girl who's a lee ninety percent of the time you saw that she's extremely good at raspberries. Then at the second raspberry you lost her balance and she fell off your lap. You felt bad as she accidentally hit her head on the leg of the desk. You rubbed her head but she said her head was okay and continued to tickle your sides. You both were having fun and being careless in the middle of the dark night until the rest of the girls came. They peeped in to see why there was familiar laughter and Hikaru pretending to be a tickle monster.

Hikaru: My tickle claw will get you!!

Y/n: HAHAH NO NO...oh...you're home....

They couldn't be mad at the sight of Hikaru being a ler had to be the cutest thing they've seen all day. You would think the sight of the cutest lees would make them devour at the both of them. But no. They knew Hikaru needed her little revenge on you so they slowly closed the door, letting Hikaru give you multiple raspberries.

What a...warm welcome...

(but it's okay in the morning they ended up attacking you with kisses)

[wonlita]

hey can you please make another xiaoting moodboard?

im sorry, but my suggestions are closed.. (it says that in my pinned)

[melody-garnet]

Instructions on sewing a basic face mask*

*Dutch-language instructions and patterns are recommended by the Belgian Government’s Federal Department of Health and have been translated by me, who has a master’s degree in translation for this language combo.

Summary:

1.You make a very simple rectangular mask with pleats. 2.You make that mask again but you add a lip inside. 3.You sew those two masks together along the top and sides, but not the bottom. If you run your finger downwards on the interior or the exterior, your finger should not catch on the pleats (see image). 4.You add long ribbons to every corner of your two-layer face mask (not elastics!) so you can tie the ribbons away from your mouth. 5.Because you added a lip inside to insert a disposable filter through the bottom, e.g. a filter cut out of a vacuum bag.

The focus of the design is safety, ensuring: - a tight, secure fit to your face (covering nose, mouth and chin). -the possibility to insert filters of various width and density.

Follow the instructional video in English:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSNQTSIQnLo

Do not use this face mask to approach a known infected person or to take care of a known infected person. Use it to keep from (accidentally) infecting others!

VERY BASIC MATERIALS IF YOU DON’T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE:

(see below the cut for specifics)

-two bandanas or tea towels for the face mask -loooong ribbons made of non-stretchy fabric so your hands stay away from your mouth -vacuum bags or a third bandana/tea towel for the disposable/washable filter -scissors, needle and thread

REMEMBER TO BE HYGIENIC: sterilize before and after sewing sterilize at least daily by washing at 90C or 195F store the mask in a zip bag when you’re not wearing it

Extended version of (translated) instructions and where to get the patterns below the cut.

INTRODUCTION:

This simple pattern is based on a design of Dr. Chen Xiaoting, a Taiwanese anaesthetist.

This translation does not include the actual patterns, only the translated instructions. To print the patterns, you will need to print the pages 7-18 of this file or copy-paste https://maakjemondmasker.be/pdf/Mondmasker_patroon_en_handleiding_20200318_v2.pdf into your browser. The patterns available are Large Adult, Small Adult and Child. The face mask should be big enough to cover your nose and mouth and to go underneath your chin. You may need to do some comparing to really understand the marks written on the Dutch patterns. For ease of reference, I will include a translated template of the child’s face mask (not to size). Note that especially the seams and placement of the pleats differ from size to size. Template of pattern marks, translated (not to size!) :

REMEMBER TO BE HYGIENIC:

-Sterilize your equipment before cutting and sewing For the love of god, don’t thread your needle by licking the thread, just cut the end with sharp scissors.  

-This face mask is a washable fabric casing, which allows it to be reused, combined with a disposable filter. --Sterilize/ wash the mask at 90°c/195f when it’s finished --Dispose of the filter at least daily --Sterilize/wash the mask (and cloth filter) at least daily

-Always wear the same side of the mask. --Visually distinguish interior from exterior by using different colour fabrics or mark the sides with a big I or O. --Generally, the lightest colour is worn on the inside. If you’re making a mask for vets or -god forbid if necessary- for medical personnel, preferably use a light colour (white, beige) for the inside and a darker colour (blue) for the outside.

-Only wear the mask when necessary -Don’t wear the mask around your neck: either you’re wearing it in front of your nose, mouth and chin, or it is stored away in a sealable freezer bag

PRINTING INSTRUCTIONS:

Print the pattern on A4 paper sheets (NOT US Letter Paper). Always print at 100%, do not scale the pattern up or down!

Measure whether the test square on your printed page is indeed 5x5cm or 1.96inx1.96in.

For the sizes Large Adult and Small Adult, you will need to:

1.     puzzle the correct halves together,

2.     cut out the vertical sides of the paper in order to properly align the pattern,

3.     tape the parts together.

Pair the pattern pages (they have an orange number in upper corner) like this:

1 & 2 (introduction) 3 - 9  (large adult ext.)

4 - 10 (large adult int.) 5 - 11 (small adult ext.)

6 - 12 (small adult int.) 7 & 8 (child ext. and int.)

The seam allowance IS included in the patterns on the pdf. You don’t have to add these yourself when cutting the pattern.

MATERIALS:

-For the exterior of a Large Adult mask: one piece of fabric of at least 20cm by 20.5cm (7.87inx8.07in). This fabric must breathe well and should not absorb moisture easily. Use a synthetic fabric (polyester) if possible, but cotton may also be used. -For the interior of a Large Adult Mask: one piece of fabric of at least 20cm by 20.5cm (7.87inx8.07in). Ideally you should use polypropylene (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nonwoven) but cotton may also be used.

·       Ensure that both pieces of fabric have a clearly different colour. This way you can be sure to always wear the same colour to the inside.

·       Do not use stretchy fabric. This way the mask would not fit securely. Stretchy fabrics are also harder to work with when using a sewing machine.

·       You could try to wash your fabric in advance so that it does not shrink too much during its first (very hot) sterilization wash.

-The ribbons should be long enough to tie and untie the mask easily at the back of the head (e.g. 50cm or 19 inch each). This way the mask can be taken off with the hands at a safe distance from the face. -Materials to make a disposable filter (a vacuum bag, a charcoal filter, even just another layer of fabric if your fabric is really thin) that you can cut to the size of the face mask. -A standard needle and synthetic thread are fine for this project.

SEWING INSTRUCTIONS

1.      CUTTING THE MATERIAL

The paper pattern includes the seam allowance. You don’t have to add these yourself when cutting the pattern.

Cut:

·       4 ribbons of at least 50cm / 19.68in each.

·       the fabric for the interior (fabric 1).

·       the fabric for the exterior (fabric 2).

Mark:

·       the locations of the pleats and folding direction.

·       the seam lines.

·       the “nose” edge.

If your fabric is more floppy than stiff, you may need to extend the lip on the fabric for the exterior.

2.     FOLDING THE PLEATS

Fold the pleats on both pieces of fabric, on the ‘right’ side of the fabric:

·       Following the paper pattern, place the black dotted line on the red full line in the direction of the arrows.

·       Pin into place.

·       Do this for every pair of red/black lines.

·       Double-check the pleats are in the right direction (see the cross-section). The lip is folded upwards into the ‘wrong’ side, the pleats are folded downwards on the ‘right’ side.

After checking, press the pleats down with an iron. This may be easier one pleat at a time. You can bast the edges of the pleats down into the short side’s seam allowance.

3.     FOLDING THE LIP

Fold the small seam on both fabrics inwards into the ‘wrong’ side and hem the seam into place with a straight stich.

·       Go for a straight stitch of 3mm, or, no smaller than 1/8 of an inch.

Fold the lip on fabric 1 inwards into the ‘wrong side’ and press down with an iron.

You can bast the edges of the lip down into the short side’s seam allowance.

4.     ATTACHING THE FABRICS

Put both fabrics down with their ‘right’ sides (pleats) facing up. Align the fabrics so that their long edges are connected:

·       The edge “nose” of fabric 1 is touching the edge “nose” of fabric 2.

·       The edge of fabric 1 with the lip (on the ‘wrong side’) is the furthest long edge away from you.

Sew along the edge “nose” and attach the fabrics together into one.

5.     ATTACHING THE RIBBONS

Pin a ribbon to every corner of fabric 1:

·       the lengths of the ribbons currently point to the insides of the pattern.

Fold the seams of the short sides inwards over the ribbons and press into place with an iron.

6.     CLOSING THE “PILLOW CASE”

Fold the mask along the seam “nose” with the ‘wrong’ sides out:

·       You can check this easily by the seam of the short edges (the sides are not hemmed yet) and the lip on the top fabric (the long edge now closest to you).

Sew the short edges together along the seam allowance:

·       Make sure to secure the ends of the ribbons as well as the edges the pleats and the lip with these side seams.

·       Use a lockstitch if you can. You secure the ends of the thread by going back and forth at the beginning and end of sewing the short edges, making the thread pull itself tight.

Take care not to catch the length of the ribbons into the side seams!

7.     FINISHING THE PIECE

Turn the face mask inside out by the open edge (where the lip sits).

·       The pleats etc. of the mask should now look like the cross-section.

You can now cut some filters more or less the same size of your mask out of vacuum bags.

Sterilize the mask:

·       Wash it in a washing machine with a program at 90°C / 195F.

·       Then store the mask in a sterile bag or container (e.g. freezer bag), or wear immediately afterwards.

[sciencebulletin]

Physicists discover topological behavior of electrons in 3-D magnetic material

An international team of researchers led by scientists at Princeton University has found that a magnetic material at room temperature enables electrons to behave counterintuitively, acting collectively rather than as individuals. Their collective behavior mimics massless particles and anti-particles that coexist in an unexpected way and together form an exotic loop-like structure. The key to this behavior is topology—a branch of mathematics that is already known to play a powerful role in dictating the behavior of electrons in crystals. Topological materials can contain massless particles in the form of light, or photons. In a topological crystal, the electrons often behave like slowed-down light yet, unlike light, carry electrical charge. Topology has seldom been observed in magnetic materials, and the finding of a magnetic topological material at room temperature is a step forward that could unlock new approaches to harnessing topological materials for future technological applications. "Before this work, evidence for the topological properties of magnets in three dimensions was inconclusive. These new results give us direct and decisive evidence for this phenomenon at the microscopic level," said M. Zahid Hasan, the Eugene Higgins Professor of Physics at Princeton, who led the research. "This work opens up a new continent for exploration in topological magnets." Hasan and his team spent more than a decade studying candidate materials in the search for a topological magnetic quantum state. "The physics of bulk magnets has been understood for many decades. A natural question for us is: Can magnetic and topological properties together produce something new in three dimensions?" Hasan said. Thousands of magnetic materials exist, but most did not have the correct properties, the researchers found. The magnets were too difficult to synthesize, the magnetism was not sufficiently well understood, the magnetic structure was too complicated to model theoretically, or no decisive experimental signatures of the topology could be observed. Then came a lucky turning point. "After studying many magnetic materials, we performed a measurement on a class of room-temperature magnets and unexpectedly saw signatures of massless electrons," said Ilya Belopolski, a postdoctoral researcher in Hasan's laboratory and co-first author of the study. "That set us on the path to the discovery of the first three-dimensional topological magnetic phase. The exotic magnetic crystal consists of cobalt, manganese and gallium, arranged in an orderly, repeating three-dimensional pattern. To explore the material's topological state, the researchers used a technique called angle-resolved photoemission spectroscopy. In this experiment, high-intensity light shines on the sample, forcing electrons to emit from the surface. These emitted electrons can then be measured, providing information about the way the electrons behaved when they were inside the crystal. "It's an extremely powerful experimental technique, which in this case allowed us to directly observe that the electrons in this magnet behave as if they are massless. These massless electrons are known as Weyl fermions," said Daniel Sanchez, a Princeton visiting researcher and Ph.D. student at the University of Copenhagen, and another co-first author of the study. A key insight came when the researchers studied the Weyl fermions more closely and realized that the magnet hosted an infinite series of distinct massless electrons that takes the form of a loop, with some electrons mimicking properties of particles and some of anti-particles. This collective quantum behavior of the electrons has been termed a magnetic topological Weyl fermion loop. "It truly is an exotic and novel system," said Guoqing Chang, a postdoctoral researcher in Hasan's group and co-first author of the study. "The collective electron behavior in these particles is unlike anything familiar to us in our everyday experience—or even in the experience of particle physicists studying subatomic particles. Here we are dealing with emergent particles obeying different laws of nature." It turns out that a key driver of these properties is a mathematical quantity that describes the infinite series of massless electrons. The researchers were able to pin down the role of topology by observing subtle changes in the difference of the behavior of electrons living on the surface of the sample and deeper in its interior. The technique to demonstrate topological quantities through the contrasts of surface and bulk properties was pioneered by Hasan's group and used to detect Weyl fermions, a finding published in 2015. The team recently used an analogous approach to discover a topological chiral crystal, work published in the journal Nature earlier this year that was also led by Hasan's group at Princeton and included Daniel Sanchez, Guoqing Chang and Ilya Belopolski as leading authors. Theoretical predictions The relationship between the topology and magnetic quantum loop particles was explored in the Hasan group's theoretical predictions published in October 2017 in Physical Review Letters. However, the group's theoretical interest in topological magnets dates back much earlier to theoretical predictions published in Nature Materials in 2010. These theoretical works by Hasan's group were funded by U.S. Department of Energy's office of Basic Energy Sciences. "This work represents the culmination of about a decade of seeking to realize a topological magnetic quantum phase in three dimensions," Hasan said. In 2016, Duncan Haldane, Princeton's Sherman Fairchild University Professor of Physics, won the Nobel Prize in Physics for his theories predicting the properties of one- and two-dimensional topological materials. An important aspect of the result is that the material retains its magnetism up to 400 degrees Celsius—well above room temperature—satisfying a key requirement for real-world technological applications. "Before our work, topological magnetic properties were typically observed when the thin films of materials were extremely cold—a fraction of a degree above absolute zero—requiring specialized equipment simply to achieve the necessary temperatures. Even a small amount of heat would thermally destabilize the topological magnetic state," Hasan said. "The quantum magnet studied here exhibits topological properties at room temperature." A topological magnet in three dimensions reveals its most exotic signatures only on its surface—electron wavefunctions take the shape of drumheads. This is unprecedented in previously known magnets and constitute the telltale signature of a topological magnet. The researchers observed such drumhead-shaped electronic states in their data, providing the crucial decisive evidence that it is a novel state of matter. Patrick Lee, the William & Emma Rogers Professor of Physics at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, who was not involved in the study, commented on the importance of the finding. "The Princeton group has long been at the forefront of discovering new materials with topological properties," Lee said. "By extending this work to a room temperature ferromagnetic and demonstrating the existence of a new kind of drumhead surface states, this work opens up a new domain for further discoveries." To understand their findings, the researchers studied the arrangement of atoms on the surface of the material using several techniques, such as checking for the right kind of symmetry using the scanning tunneling microscope in Hasan's Laboratory for Topological Quantum Matter and Advanced Spectroscopy located in the basement of Princeton's Jadwin Hall. An important contributor to the finding was the cutting-edge spectroscopy equipment used to carry out the experiment. The researchers used a dedicated photoemission spectroscopy beamline recently built at the Stanford Synchrotron Radiation Lightsource, part of the SLAC National Accelerator Laboratory in Menlo Park, California. "The light used in the SLAC photoemission experiment is extremely bright and focused down to a tiny spot only several tens of micrometers in diameter," said Belopolski. "This was important for the study." The work was carried out in close collaboration with the group of Professor Hsin Lin at the Institute of Physics, Academia Sinica in Taiwan, and Professor Claudia Felser at the Max Planck Institute for the Chemical Physics of Solids in Dresden, Germany, including postdoctoral researcher Kaustuv Manna as co-first author. Driven by the tantalizing possibility of applications, the researchers went one step further and applied electromagnetic fields to the topological magnet to see how it would respond. They observed an exotic electromagnetic response up to room temperature, which could be directly traced back to the quantum loop electrons. "We have many topological materials, but among them it has been difficult to show a clear electromagnetic response arising from the topology," Hasan added. "Here we have been able to do that. It sets up a whole new research field for topological magnets." The study, "Discovery of topological Weyl fermion lines and drumhead surface states in a room temperature magnet," by Ilya Belopolski, Kaustuv Manna, Daniel S. Sanchez, Guoqing Chang, Benedikt Ernst, Jiaxin Yin, Songtian S. Zhang, Tyler Cochran, Nana Shumiya, Hao Zheng, Bahadur Singh, Guang Bian, Daniel Multer, Maksim Litskevich, Xiaoting Zhou, Shin-Ming Huang, Baokai Wang, Tay-Rong Chang, Su-Yang Xu, Arun Bansil, Claudia Felser, Hsin Lin and Zahid Hasan appears in the Sept. 19 issue of Science. Provided by" Princeton University More information:Ilya Belopolski et al.Discovery of topological Weyl lines and drumhead surface states in a room temperature magnet. Science (2019). DOI: 10.1126/science.aav2327 Article Image: Researchers at Princeton explored electrons in a magnetic material at room temperature and discovered that they engage in collective quantum behaviors called Weyl loops.Top: Photoemission spectroscopy snapshot of the quantum Weyl loops. Middle: A theoretical calculation related to the system's response to applied electromagnetic fields. The correspondence between the top and middle images reflects that the quantum Weyl loops are at the heart of the exotic electromagnetic properties of the topological quantum magnet.Bottom: Distribution of electrons on the surface of the topological quantum magnet. The sharp light-colored features are the quantum Weyl loops. Credit: M. Zahid Hasan research team Read the full article

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WRIT3007 Final Project

Group Member: Cheung Chun Ming, Mingming (15214516)

                          Zheng Xiaoting, Tina (15215091)

Title: Happy Chair Friends - Lack of Public Seats in Hong Kong

Link: https://www.instagram.com/happychairfrds/

1)  Technical Efforts

We have created an Instagram account for our final project. After discuss, we have chosen a theme to reflect that Hong Kong is lacking chairs for people to take rest. We discover some places that suitable to install chairs, including shopping malls, MTR stations, bus stops. These pictures were mainly took in Kowloon City and Kowloon Tong, which is near to HKBU.

Some of the location of the pictures is board but some is narrow. No matter how long the width of the places is, the common point of them is that they are lacking chairs in the area nearby. Even that there is, it’s not so user-friendly.

We took photos of these places by the build-in camera of iPhone. To present the photos in an interesting way, we created a cartoon character, Happy Chair, with the use of photoshop. We combined the two elements together by photoshop too.

We put the cartoon icon in different parts of the picture in different posts. We put it at the corners of the pictures, to make it seems to be a selfie of the chair. To expand our ideas, we edited the mouth and eyes of the icon to given out different expressions. It is hoped to arouse people to rethink the importance of open space.

2）Aesthetic influences

We didn't add any effect to the photos we took before we posted them. We only use Photoshop to add the cartoon character in it as we aimed to show the real side of the society. With this simple and direct way to show the environment and people lives, it helps people to focus on the issue we want them to rethink and discuss but not on beauty of the photos.

To make the Instagram post more interesting and 'beautiful', We create a cartoon character using the technology of illustration artwork. It brings artistic element and fun to this project under a serious topic. The project of finding places missing seats in fact need attention and involvement of the public. We created a special and humanized cartoon character in order to draw public attention and attract people to keep following the account.

We chose a folding chair as the prototype of our cartoon character because it is an item which can represent Hong Kong culture but it seldom come in handy. Besides, it can represent the feature of Hong Kong people, being submissive. They ‘fold’ themselves to adapt the environment when they are facing problems and adversity. Just like they are forced to accept that there are not enough public seats for them to take rest.

3) Conceptual ideas

Compare with other countries, it is easy to recognize that Hong Kong is a over-crowded city. There’s obviously not enough open space for the public to take rest. Our group have choose this topic to work on, and made an Instagram account to introduce these areas. We agree that Instagram is the best medium to present our project, so as to achieve remediation. First, from the reading of ‘The double logic of remediation.’ by Bolter and Grusin, the author wrote that “the world appears to us as an endless and unstructured collection of images, texts, and other data records”. Under this situation, Instagram carries a function that combining the images and texts into one post, so as to systemize the data. Another advantage is, the project is based on real life experiences. At the same time, Instagram has a function to let users to tag the location of their post. If we click in the location tag, it would show up a map pinning the location tag.

Furthermore, it is able for us to open the tag in google map, and google map can show us the reality view. It becomes “a new way to structure our experience of ourselves and of the world”. The above points enables our project to achieve immediacy. Meanwhile, the project contains our cartoon character, Happy Chair. And we edited the caption and the expression of the character differently in every post, in order to achieve hypermediacy. It is hoped that the project can make good effects to the public by an interesting way.

Hulin, the author and photographer who released a novel ‘Hey Harry Hey Matilda’ on Instagram said she thought photography and writing really inform each other, and it was so nice that something like Instagram could allow them to coexist. Our group also make good use of this platform to present our message through corporation of text and images.

We took photos of the places we found suitable to install public seats. However, this is not enough to bring out the messages of our works. It would even lead to another meaning if people guess it wrong. For example, one of the photo shows some elderly sitting on the street and talking to each other happily. It aims to carry some positive messages. With the caption describing the photo and the story behind the scene, people clearly note that the Instagram posts are investigating and questioning some social issue. People can fully feel the necessity of well-placed public seats and how is the condition nowadays of lacking places to sit when photos and caption co-exist.

Also, it makes the personification of the character cartoon Happy Chair successful. Happy Chair just like a real person who try to interact with followers by using the Instagram account. The images show what Happy Chair 'see' and the caption shows what he ‘think’ and ‘feel’. The Instagram posts become more interesting and attractive.

4) Bio Notes

Tina Zheng Xiaoting & Cheung Chun Ming are Year.3 student from Hong Kong Baptist University, majoring in creative & professional writing.

6) References

Rachel Hulin - Telling a Strange Love Story, Post by Post on Instagram

Bolter and Grusin - The double logic of remediation