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sis omg how long does it take u to change ur theme im thinking of switching mine up but it was so tedious when i was making it 😭
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A minimal theme change will take me 15-30 minutes(with no distractions). Minimal for me is like colors, photos, pfp, etc, etc.
A whole rebrand(like what I'm doing now), 30 minutes - an hour(with no distractions). Rebranding for me is editing and renewing everything like remodeling my blog.
It is and can be very tedious, I feel like it can be less tedious if you're doing the minimum. What are you thinking of switching it to?
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PRETTY-PRINCESS!READER & ALT!CHOSO who when they first met each other, through choso’s brother and [♡] ‘s friend yuji and they both instantly fell for one another. choso being the one falling the hardest though, he’d sketch her during his free time as he had his headphones on. music blasting in his ears. [ ♡ ] on the other hand though, spent most her time thinking and fantasizing about choso.. but ultimately denying it. the exact moment she saw him and his cute little pigtails she knew she was smitten.
PRETTY-PRINCESS!READER & ALT!CHOSO whom for a while didn’t admit that they liked one another. it’s not like they didn’t want to, it’s just that they liked each other so much they were both nervous to admit it. every-time they were in each other’s presence it’s kinda as if they didn’t speak to each other much. it wasn’t until one day, choso got the wrong idea after seeing [ ♡ ] talking to toji. after her & toji’s conversation was over he immediately admitted his feelings, feeling scared that toji might’ve stolen her away from him before he could ask [ ♡ ] out.
choso was fairly surprised once [♡] told him she liked him too. and from there on out they started dating. their bond growing and blossoming into something lovely as the months went on. after a while of dating, choso decided to finally officially make [♡] his girlfriend. so one friday night, he took her out on a picnic date and ended up popping the question with a promise ring at the end of the date. and they were both crying happy tears when she said yes.
reposting this bc i felt like i didn’t add enough the first time.
i thought of this randomly after realizing i hadn’t written anything for my baby choso yet.. which is weird since he’s the reason why i loveee jujutsu kaisen so much, him and them cute ass pigtails do something to me! fic about this two will be on its way soon don’t worry!!!
Summary- Based in the 2000s. Zariah Brown, 3c curls framed around her head, tattoos that trailed from her back to her arms and neck, curvy and muscular, and a blunt always hanging from her mouth. You hadn't spoken to her in ten years, so reuniting with her at a festival and letting her fuck you, was not the plan.
A/n: Go to this post for context(will be updated), till I make a Masterlist. Anyway, my first wlw cause I wasn't feeling bi for a while so lemme go to the GOAT(yes wlw). Taglist info at the end, also as promised, @liliacsdelight, Your wish was my command. I’ve also been practicing my writing a good bit so hopefully this is better than some of my old fics, y'all let a girl know.
Songs- Flesh, Miguel, worst behavior, kwn, Skin, Mac Miller(my obsession with this song is wrong.), Dreamin, PARTYNEXTDOOR, (Also when I put these here, I mean listen to some at least, it makes the vibe better. Don’t make me find you…)
CW- mild intoxication/tipsy sex, also known as dub-con, drinking and driving(don't do this, Monaleo told y'all in Dignified), car sex, making out, slight choking, finger fuck, somewhat exhibitionism, semi-public sex.
It wasn't what you expected at all.
Kids running everywhere, aunties gossiping, uncles drinking— it was alive with excitement and happiness. You had no idea what was being celebrated, but you were there anyway. With each stand you passed, a new scent met you—from toffee, to seafood, peach cobbler, and pot roast—as if you were at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
Lights flickered from each stand, some neon, others plain white. 90s music blasted in the background. Families filled the tables, kids raced to the slides in the playground, people danced in circles, some doing the cha cha slide.
Cheerleaders cheered with new chants, break dancers showed off, while old-timers told them to pull up their pants. Wannabe boy bands harmonized, and football players argued over fouls.
Nights like that, full of joy and humor, made you realize how much light there was in life outside the church, how much you had missed.
You walked beside your friends, searching for a snack among the variety of foods.
“Yep! I'm gonna be a debutante!” you said proudly. Was the pride real? You didn't really know; you just followed what your father said. He believed being introduced to womanhood through a debutante ball was good.
“Girl, you're so lucky. I've…” her voice trailed off.
You hadn't seen her in so long—Zariah. She stood at the entrance, lighting a blunt. Each flick of her lighter illuminated her almond-brown eyes. Her eyes looked up at you, and a grin spread across her face as she threw you a wink.
Your eyes met, and it sent shivers through your body. Your breath hitched, your throat tightened, your stomach twisted and turned, and goosebumps painted your skin like a canvas.
Your hand twitched—you wanted to wave but couldn't. The intensity of the eye contact was a silent conversation. She made your heart jump for some reason, like she had it in her palm.
She exhaled, and the smoke formed a cloud around her. Her piercing gaze lingered behind the smoke, never breaking eye contact. You held your position; as long as she held her gaze, you weren't moving.
“{#}!” your friends shouted.
“Oh! I'm sorry, I'm gonna get some popcorn!"
“Oh okay! We gon’ go watch the boys, they singin’ again.” You nodded, and they walked away.
Trying to calm the nerves Zariah just triggered, you counted repeatedly and started to walk toward the popcorn stand. But when you glanced over and saw her still watching you, you couldn't resist.
Your feet moved toward her. You should’ve turned away—should've stayed where you were. Your dad hated her and her mom. It was a foolish decision. Your heart was leading you instead of your gut, and your heart wanted Zariah more than it should have.
“Hey, baby.” Her smoky voice was thicker than the tension between you.
“Hi, h-how are you, Zari?” Your voice was light but shaky. Your throat was tight, your heart pounding.
“I'm good, beautiful, how 'bout you?” The nicknames poured easily, full of flirtation.
“I'm…" your voice faltered; you didn't know how you were really doing, just trained yourself to say good. "Good. I'm doing alright.”
“That's good to hear, ma. Heard you gon’ be a debutante.” She took a puff, her eyes scanning your body so intently, like she was trying to picture you naked. She was.
“I am actually.”
“That's nice, being introduced to womanhood and all.” Her tone was sarcastic, but you chose to ignore it. That’s the way she was, never liked formal events or traditions.
She kept the conversation flowing, creating a comfortable atmosphere between you. The more you talked, the more relaxed the atmosphere became. It wasn't so tense or conflicted anymore; it felt right—even if it wasn't supposed to. Yet, controlling yourself was hard, especially when her fingers traced the back of your thigh and your butt, etching herself into you. Despite your blood racing, it felt right, her touching you like you belonged to her.
“You wanna go somewhere?” she leaned in, her warm breath teasing your neck.
How could you say no? Her touch and her hypnotic voice had you captivated.
“Sure, I don't have a curfew tonight.”
“Good girl, go tell your friends bye, and meet me at my car, okay?" You nodded, so submissive it was almost admirable. She brushed her lips over your warm cheek and then walked to her car.
You watched her beautiful figure walk away. The way she made you feel wasn't normal, you never felt so helpless and mesmerized. It was the first time a feeling like that ever rose inside of you.
In your pumps, you hurried back to your friends to say goodbye.
You couldn't put a finger on why she had such a strong hold on you. You were doing anything she asked, answering all her questions without hesitation—It wasn't like you, you were secretive and closed off, even towards friends but she changed something in you.
Back with Zariah, she opened the car door for you. You climbed in, and she lowered the roof of the car, passing you a wine cooler.
“I don't drink.”
“Jesus made wine, didn't he? He approves.” You rolled your eyes but cracked the drink open and took a sip.
“Pass it.”
“You're driving, you can't.” She shot you a look and raised an eyebrow, so you handed her the drink.
There was no point in protesting, she always got her way.
She wasn't the person your father always tried to make her out to be. She was fun, maybe a bad influence, but she still had a way of capturing you like no one else.
The ride was spent with wind hitting your face and silk press, tipsy giggles, and her hand inching up your dress each minute. The way her fingers caressed your inner thigh— your pussy clenched, and you were drenching your panties.
She pulled up at a small area, a pond reflecting the full moon, and an abandoned church some feet away. You had no idea what the place was. It looked closed off, as if nobody was supposed to be there.
She stopped the car in front of the pond and turned to face you.
“You trust me, baby?” She spoke so low, full of sultriness. It was a trick question, should you have trusted her? No. Did you? Yes.
“Yeah, I trust you.” You meant to be confident, but it came out so soft and timid.
She smirked, hooking your chin between her warm fingers. You quivered, you knew what she was going to do, it wasn't right, it went against everything your father believed in.
She locked her lips on yours, so gradually and carefully. She guided the kiss, holding your lips on hers. Her tongue dragged over your lips pushing them agape, she flirted with your tongue then pulled hers back.
Her other hand drove into your panties, dragging over your slick folds. The unusual feeling made you shudder, but you didn't pull away; really, you yearned for more.
She tugged your chin making your mouth widen, her tongue danced passionately with yours. You struggled to keep up with her intensity and swiftness, but the more you recognized her pattern the more you caught up.
Her fingers slid up to your cilt, building a ruthless pace. The circles she steered over your untouched cilt sending jolts through your body. Her fingers left your chin loose and tightened around your neck. The sticky sound of her finger stimulating your cilt filling the quiet air, beside your moans.
She shifted her tongue and sent it as far back in your throat as she could, your saliva mixing. Her pace made your toes curl, your hips spasm, and your soppy hole clutching for something that wasn't there, yet.
Your juices leak down between your ass, and onto the seat. Yours and her spit rode down your neck from the hot and soaking kiss. Your moans got louder, barely muffled by her mouth.
“Zari!! Aughhh–” You felt your first ever orgasm ripple through you, knocking the air out of your lungs and leaving you panting in her mouth.
She pulled back from the kiss smirking, a trail of saliva coming with her. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and reached for your panties.
“Zari! Now that I think of it, we should close the roof.”
She didn't listen, just continued to tug your panties off, a hunger so intense, farther than lust lurking in her eyes, you couldn't begin to explain it with words.
“You just screamed my name while coming, and you want to close the roof now? Nobody is gonna find us, baby.” She assured, you complied and took her word for it.
You threw your head back trying to catch your breath and process your emotions after the orgasm. However, she had other plans. She wasted no time slamming her fingers in your pussy and curling them, you pulsed around her fingers, hands flying to grab the seat.
“Zar!! Oh m-my—ooohhhh!” She glanced up at you smirking as she eased your breast out of your dress, her finger pumping in you like making you a puddle of mess was her mission.
Her tongue wiped over your areola, making it stiffen and curl from the warm sensation of her mouth. Her fingers slammed into your G-spot repetitively, and you squirmed and dug your nails into the seat.
She immersed her fingers inside your greedy hole, and you consumed all of her fingers you could. Her fingers were completely drowned in your hole abusing your G-spot like your second orgasm was her last life mission.
Your hip lunged forward, and your back arched in as you bit back screams. You whimpered and squealed paired with the squelching sounds of throbbing pussy, watching you wriggle and pulsate making her wet herself.
Shockwaves swam through your body back to back. You didn't understand how she was so good at it, the ecstasy she sent through you was unnatural. Your sweaty and aching thighs shook frantically as you felt that feeling again.
“Goood lord!! Oo-oohhh!” You yelped, releasing all in her hand. She sighed satisfied as she watched you collapse. She licked your salty come off her hands and she leaned back against her seat internalizing the memory she just created with you.
“Good lord huh, baby?” She teased.
“I didn't know what else to say!” You defended yourself while fixing your dress. She saw the look of confusion on your face, it was normal. Having your first orgasm than one right behind it, activated hormones, making you confused and emotional.
“C’mere beautiful.” You turned your head to her, she held her arms open for you. You leaned over and rested your head on her shoulder, letting her arms swallow you.
“You did good, soo good.” She praised gently, dragging her hand through your silk press that was frizzing back up at the top because of sweat.
“Get some rest, I'll drive you home.”
It wasn't what you expected at all. You and she were forbidden but felt so right, it was taboo but so pure. You never could've expected to fall for Zariah Brown, but you were.
A/n: You can tell I locked the fuck in for Zariah. I'm simping like crazy for an imaginary woman I made up! Also, not my wlw smut being better than my mlw…am I bias? Anyways, the idea for the next chapter is so tea, I'm kicking my feet thinking about it.
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