#Allows for more movement ig

[kurjakani]

I love how i insist on keeping a wider bed only to use the side as storage for craft supplies & computer supplies 😭😭😭

#Kanitalk #I need to get rid of these or at least put them at the foot i do actually prefer having a lot of bed space it for sm reason helps w my #Backpain #Allows for more movement ig

[sweetiecutie]

Hi there, gorgeous! For the writing event - maybe some headcanons for our big guy König? I really don’t care what that is, just give us some food🤲

Random König headcanons

Warnings: mentions of violence, anger issues, that’s all ig

It’s sad to admit that Tiktok ruined this character. Let’s get one thing straight - König is not a shying, fumbling mess of a baby, too scared to say a word in public. He’s a confident, persistent, smug mf whose domineering presence makes others shrink slightly, complying with his every demand.

This guy is a colonel, he doesn’t stutter or mumble or anything like that. König barks out orders, his voice is deep and dominant, loud enough for everyone in the field to hear. And if someone dares to make fun of his accent? They got themselves a life-long enemy. God bless this fool.

Now, let’s consider something. Who would wear a sniper hood all the goddamn time? It’s good for some operations, but wearing it 24/7? Absolutely no. That leads me to think that König prefers to wear a plain black balaclava when around the base. Hem of it rests snugly around his neck, not restricting any movements nor falling onto the table while sitting; vision range is way better than two eye holes in the hood allow; it doesn’t get caught onto his shoulders or furniture, which is great - overall way better than sniper’s hood.

Judging by his voice lines, I believe that König has a rather problematic personality. Now, first and foremost - booming rage; he’s a ticking bomb, all the work stress bottles up inside of him little by little, and one wrong word in a slightly provocative situation can cause a violent explosion. König’s rage is terrifying, everybody knows that. He rarely gets physical, at base that is. But oh boy, his words hurt worse than any punches - he shouts insults and profanities, some of them may be pretty personal. The number of new recruits this mean Colonel made cry like little babies is almost shameful😥

König tends to blow off most of his steam during missions, killing and beating the shit of of enemy soldiers; during these moments he resembles a bloodthirsty animal rather than a human, driven by pure instincts and getting off the adrenaline high.

Now, second personality trait of his I would like to talk about is envy. König is very envious. He envies people with higher position, people with better skills (even though these are rare ones), people with happy and loving families, people with knowledge more profound than his. And, surprisingly, this envy does him more good than bad, adding fuel to the fire, making König push past his limits, achieving new and new heights. Due to his envy König climbed up to the post of Colonel, acquired such amazing skills, got a respectable reputation around other soldiers.

Outside the work I think he’s a pretty chill guy - doesn’t care much about family dramas, pretty much clueless about internet trends. He has a small circle of people he trusts - two or three people max, and he just chills with them, going with the flow and living his life. And for some reason König gives me vibes of this one extremely adequate reasonable guy in a company, yk? He can come up with a smart and effective solution to nearly every problem in a matter of minutes, is always reasonable and rational.

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[torasplanet]

I'm begging for a f! Reader receiving a doggy style from izana smut :))

❝𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎.ᐟ❞

I. KUROKAWA + F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; izana's favorite position is painfully obvious, very painful for your joints but he always makes it up to you after.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; smut, doggy style, petnames (mahal, princess), fluffy in the end, aftercare implied, hair pulling ig and skincolor not mentioned

When getting into a relationship with Izana, you kind of knew what you were getting into with all of the gang violence and stuff but you’d never consider that your arms and legs would end up sore nearly every time he joined you in bed. 

It’s not like you didn’t know Izana would be rough, but that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about the positions this man has you in which gives you aches and pains all in your joints from the angles and stress of holding yourself up but the position that seems to get you groaning in the bathtub after from your shoulders aching is doggy style. Which just happens to be his favorite.

Izana doesn’t like your face in the pillows, he likes to hear you so there is no time for you just to drop your arms to relax. If you do that, he’ll just tell you to get back up. It certainly doesn’t help how he’ll sometimes put his chest to your back and put a bit of his weight on you knowing how badly your arms were shaking. He just likes to laugh at how you’ll shout at him with a whine in your throat telling him to stop doing that.

His favorite part is when you beg him to let you rest your arms for just a bit. Izana believes a queen should never have to beg for anything but he likes to hear you do it only for him and sometimes he’ll let you, sometimes he won’t. Depends on what kind of mood he’s in honestly.

“‘Zana…” You groaned as your fingers dug into the sheets of the bed, you were so close to just collapsing on the bed from how badly your arms were shaking. You were so tired of holding yourself up…you liked it better when he was doing that. “Hm?” The man asked as his hands gripped your hips tightly while he thrashed into your tummy not helping the weakness of your arms one bit. 

Turning your head, you looked up at him with small whines leaving your throat “Can I lay down? My arms hurt…” Izana knew exactly what you meant by that. You didn’t want to stop, you just wanted to switch to a different position, one that would allow you to be comfortable specifically but he wasn’t gonna have that. Izana liked it when you were all sore so he could take care of you. The tanned man only leaned forward and pressed his chest against your back putting just a bit of his weight on you making you whine more.

“Izana!” He only smiled at your complaints as you continued to moan right after. “Mahal, if you really were in pain, you’d use the safeword, no?” Izana asked in your ear and you didn’t answer him verbally and only nodded. Oh, you hated it when he did that! Yeah, your arms were so sore but you liked this position as much as he did well probably not as much but you still liked it. Especially when he’d put his chin on your shoulder and his white hair would tickle the side of your neck. You just wished it didn’t ache as bad.

“Mhm.” You replied as good as you could but it wasn’t good enough for him. The Kurokawa man stopped his movements making your head snap back to look at him with needy wide eyes “Don’t stop…Izana.” You muttered to him and he raised his eyebrow while tilting his head “Thought it hurt huh?” He asked making you whimper more. Izana was a man of few words but when he actually had things to say, he never shut up and he liked it the same way with you. If you wanted something from him, you had to say it. 

Your arms caved and you fell face-first into the pillow with sobs escaping your throat and Izana only smiled. His hand went to your hair and he grabbed it harshly before pulling you up “Please…I w-want more.” Izana’s grin widened at your words and his hold on your hair released. You dropped down to the bed with your hands holding you up in doggy once more already knowing what to do “That’s what I like to hear…stay just like that and I’ll give you whatever you want princess.” Izana told you as he began to move his hips once again gaining back his rhythm.

His pelvis slapped against the fat of your ass and his eyes were trained on the recoil of it all. That’s what Izana loved so much about this position, he loved seeing how your ass jiggled whenever he would thrust inside of you, and how your back would arch with the new angles. You were at his mercy, at his hands, and were so vulnerable with him and he loved it so much, he loved it all.

“Uhn, uh!” The moans were extremely loud as your face was pressed against the headboard of the bed which hit the wall violently over and over. It matched Izana’s rhythm perfectly and your moan was just the instrumental to that. “S’good–shit.” Izana groaned slapping the inside of your thighs as you were beginning to squeeze them close a bit. Your body jerked and a loud mewl came from your mouth.

He leaned forward but didn’t put any weight on you. Wet kisses began to place themselves all around the nape of your neck and your back “So fucking good for me, mahal.” Izana said moaning right along with you. He brushed his hair back as it was beginning to stick to his sweaty forehead, god you felt so good around him. 

Your cunt tightened around him in desperation for your release while heavy breaths left your lips. Your walls fluttered around him as he hit your g-spot roughly. “Ah! Cumming!” Drool ran down your swollen bottom lip and your chin as your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. Izana’s stroke got faster and they got rougher making the sound of skin slapping against skin louder and more prominent. “Fuck, fuck, I’m almost there princess.” The lilac-eyed man groaned against your skin as you tried to hold yourself up. When he twitched inside of you, your back arched away from him.

“So pretty.” Izana moaned cumming inside of the condom while backing away from you, you groaned as you flopped against the bed. Your face smushed all over the comfy pillows while Izana was busy pulling out, he tossed the used condom into the bin “Ow…” You muttered as Izana’s palm harshly slapped against the side of your thigh. Izana watched as you allowed the lower half of your body to fall onto the mattress with a bounce.

He smiled at how you grumbled about the aches in your arms and legs “Don’t get too comfortable.” Izana said as he hooked his arms under yours to pull you up from your comfy space “Please…? Can we skip it? You made me tired.” You groaned as he forcefully picked you up placing his hand on your back and putting his arm under your knee.

“No,” Izana said simply as he made his way to the bathroom with you in his arms complaining about how bad the cramp in your knee was. “If anything this’ll help.” He said rolling his eyes while placing you in the bathtub before turning the faucet on. You hissed at the scolding hot water pouring in at your feet and glared at your lover who merely shrugged with a chuckle.

You opened your arms to invite him into the tub and he wasted no time climbing in and lying against you “Okay I didn’t mean actually lay on me, I’m still sore.” You told him as he fully nuzzled into you but he just sighed against you. “You opened your arms and your legs, deal with it.”  You smacked him in the back of his head at his joke but he only laughed at you.

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[matan4il]

I have a query and I'm sorry that this question is going to upset you in advance. I see a post circling on here about Holocaust survivors apparently saying that Palestinians are exactly like them during attacks on Gaza. I just scroll past it because I have poor attention span that cannot stay focused more than one sentence but I wanted to know your opinion on this post or if you have seen it. Again, deep apologies that this ask is upsetting. Thank you for still being here and sharing with us.

Hi Nonnie!

Thank you for the kind way you approached this.

I have seen a post that might be the one you're referring to... It's a screenshot of a tweet:

The original tweet shows an interview with one Holocaust survivor. The response falsely expands this to survivors, in the plural, as if this one tweet shows a whole movement of Holocaust survivors, that people simply refuse to listen to.

The original tweet comes from an account that calls itself a "media company," but has no website (something I would expect from an actual media company), and is at least 80% tweets that are anti-Israel and anti-Jewish. I'll give you an example. We all know Elon Musk has allowed antisemitism to thrive on Twitter, all kinds of it, including the white supremacist type, and others that have nothing to do with Israel. In an attempt to educate him, he was invited to a tour of Auschwitz. But apparently, according to this "media company," that was just meant to stop anti-genocide speech on his social media platform:

Of the up to 20% of tweets this "media company" posts or shares, many are anti-democratic or in support of dictatorial regimes.

This account also amplified the words of Julius Malema, leader of the South African EFF party, as he justified the Oct 7 massacre, and demanded support for the (genocidal) Hamas and its "resistance."

Malema himself has repeatedly sang, "Kill the Boer," a song which many understand as a genocidal chant against the Boers, the South Africans of Dutch descent. This guy is a controversial figure at best, doesn't seem to have an issue with an actual genocide, and this "media company" upholds his words as if he is a role model.

But if this account tweets Israel hate, then I guess the Tumblr user who passed the tweet along has no issue with how questionable of a source this is.

I recognized the face of the survivor. This is what it looks like in the cut off screenshot in the Tumblr post I saw:

So how did I recognize him? Because the number of anti-Zionist Holocaust survivors is SO small (around 5), and I have seen every single one of them repeatedly tokenized by antisemites so much, that I'm familiar with the name and face of each. The man in this vid is Hajo Meyer, who died in 2014. He couldn't possibly make any comments about Hamas' massacre on Oct 7, 2023 and the war in Gaza since, unless this "media company" has managed to somehow contact the afterlife. Here's a screenshot from Google, showing a recent re-upload of this vid to IG:

And here's a very brief bio, mentioning his date of death:

I'm guessing that "media company" didn't name him, or specify the date out of the vid, because it didn't want people to know the guy was dead, and the views he expressed were pre-Hamas' massacre.

Hajo Meyer was, without a doubt, an anti-Zionist. But would he still be using this rhetoric after Oct 7, after the biggest massacre of Jews since the Holocaust, after better understanding the kind of threat that Israel and Jews worldwide (since Hamas has tried to target Jews in European countries as well, including in the Netherlands, where Meyer lived) are facing from this genocidal terrorist organization ruling Gaza? IDK. I'd like to think he would be better than to continue distorting the Holocaust through this false comparison, but I can't say for sure, and I'm not about to claim that I do, putting words in his mouth just to exploit a dead Holocaust survivor. The fact that the anti-Israel crowd would continue to tokenize (meaning, exploit) a dead survivor like that, as if anyone could know for sure that Meyer would continue to toe the same line, just shows there really is no moral low they can't stoop to.

And here I wanna emphasize how wrong this antisemitic practice is, tokenizing Jews. Because no marginalized group is immune to the hatred spread against it, there will ALWAYS be some of its members, who will internalize and embrace poison aimed at it. There were gay Nazis (the notorious Ernest Roehm was the highest ranking one) and we also have contemporary gay neo-Nazis. So, should we use them in order to pretend that Nazi ideology is not homophobic? That it didn't harm hundreds of thousands of gay people? No, we know that the overwhelming majority of gay people suffered due to it, and would insist that Nazism IS homophobic. So, using those few exceptions to ignore (and embolden) the homophbia of this ideology, ends up being homophobic in itself. Embracing the unrepresentative few over the representative, mainstream majority of a marginalized group in "exonerating" what the group says is hateful and harmful towards it, ends up being hateful and harmful in itself.

And that's what people who only listen to the few anti-Zionist Holocaust survivors are doing. They're basically saying, "Listen to Holocaust survivors!" but they mean only the few who say what the anti-Israel movement does. All the other survivors they ignore, dismiss, silence or even erase.

They're ignoring the voices of the overwhelming majority of Holocaust survivors who WERE (and are) Zionist. Who do not agree with this distorted narrative. Yad Vashem estimates that two thirds of Holocaust survivors came to Israel at the end of WWII, and many more supported Israel even when they chose to settle elsewhere. Just recently, we had a group of 870 American survivors (along with their descendants, altogether 2,500 Jews) thank Biden for standing with Israel after the Hamas massacre. These anti-Israel haters are also erasing the survivors who were themselves targeted on Oct 7, whether threatened, kidnapped, injured or murdered (I've talked about several in my posts on this blog). This anti-Israel mob is exploiting Hajo Meyer even in ignoring that if he had been alive and present in Israel, even just to visit a friend or family member, he would have been targeted, too. These haters are ignoring survivors who said that what Hamas has done is similar to what the Nazis did (I've talked about several of them in my posts on this blog, too. All can be found in my Israel tag).

It is unconscionable, to treat most Holocaust survivors like they don't count, and only see a (literal) handful of anti-Zionist ones as if they do. And it certainly does NOT show the respect the anti-Israel haters imply survivors are owed, through the demand that we all defer to the opinion of the survivors, but ONLY the few anti-Zionist ones.

All that said, off the top of my head, here's a small number of HUGE differences between the Holocaust, and the Israeli-Arab conflict, and anyone ignoring them IS guilty of distorting the Holocaust.

-> The Holocaust did NOT start due to Jews repeatedly murdering Germans on German soil, in an attempt to keep Germans down and prevent them from establishing self rule in the German ancestral land. The Holocaust was completely unprovoked, unjustified and one-sided. Every oppressive measure taken by the Nazis against the Jews, was motivated by antisemitism, and was NOT a reaction to Jewish anti-German terrorism, that the Nazis had to protect their German citizens from. Speaking of unprovoked, unjustified and for a very long time one-sided, that describes the Arab anti-Jewish violence that preceded the establishment of the State of Israel by almost 100 years. But Jewish self-defense in this conflict, which only started about 50 years after said violence began, was provoked, was justified, was a response to what was done to the Jews first.

-> The Holocaust did NOT consist of Jews on German soil collaborating militarily with several Jewish countries surrounding Germany, with the goal of these combined Jewish armies invading and wiping it off the map, in order to prevent German self rule. Guess what the Arabs did to the Jews...

-> The Holocaust did NOT entail repeated German efforts to find a solution for how Jews and Germans could live together on the same land. In pre-state Israel, Jews did try repeatedly to reach an understanding that would allow Jews and Arabs to peacefully share (and co-exist in) the Jewish ancestral land.

-> When Jews finally started rebelling against the Nazis, they did NOT try to get as many Jewish civilians as possible killed. On the contrary, the outbreak of the most famous Jewish revolt, the one in the Warsaw Ghetto, was postponed until the Nazis entered, and the Jewish fighters believed this to be the final 'liquidation' of the ghetto (meaning, the deportation and extermination of the roughly 60,000 Jews still alive there). Only then did they fight back, because (in their own words), they did not want their decision to rebel to cost another Jew "even one hour of life." Compare that to how Hamas has been using Palestinian civilians as human shields. Or even to the Arab leadership back in 1948, which did not hesitate in risking or displacing the entire Arab population in the Land of Israel, in favor of fighting what they called "an extermination war" against the Jews.

-> The Holocaust did NOT see a single day where Germans worked en masse to try and alleviate the suffering of Jews, whether by providing them with humanitarian aid, or by moving them to areas where they would be safe from death. That's in direct contrast to Israel's efforts to make Palestinians' lives better, whether through humanitarian aid, work permits in Israel that guarantee a higher salary and better social rights, medical treatments, warnings when a terrorist target is about to be struck, etc.

-> The Holocaust was NOT supposed to end with even one Jew alive at the end of it. The Germans were going for total extermination of the Jewish people. All Jews who had German citizens were stripped of it in 1935, even before the most murderous parts of this genocide commenced. In contrast, Israel did NOT seek to kill all Arabs, there were many calls for Arabs not to flee Israel and the war which the Arab leadership had started, at the end of the war Israel gave citizenship to 150,000 Arabs who did not leave and did not take arms against Jews, and there was even an offer for tens of thousands of Arabs to return (Weitzmann presented it to the UN), if they do so peacefully. Just a few thousands accepted that offer, but those who did, got citizenship and land.

-> The Nazis were so eager to kill every Jew, that they came to the conclusion they HAD to industrialize their genocide of the Jewish people. That's why they built extermination camps with gas chambers at their core. Auschwitz alone could, on certain days, kill about 20,000 people. No Jew was meant to leave those camps alive. The crematoria were mass murder factories. ANY crime that you want to compare to the Holocaust specifically, you have to show that it includes this industrialization element. Currently, NO GENOCIDE, no matter how horrific, has. And God help us all, I hope it stays that way (this is one of the reasons why the Holocaust mustn't be distorted or minimized. We can't prevent something from happening, if we don't understand what HAS happened, and that we're trying to stop from being repeated). There is not a SINGLE thing in the history of the Israeli-Arab conflict that comes CLOSE to being an industrialized form of massacre. Even the brutality of Hamas on Oct 7, the single bloodiest day in the history of this conflict for either side, doesn't come close.

-> While there are still Jews around, meaning the Holocaust as conceptualized by the Nazis failed, it was so deadly, that it DID lead to the murder of around 70-80% of the Jews living under the Nazi occupation over a short number of years. Even more than 80 years after the end of the Holocaust, Jews have not recovered demographically. Meanwhile, the Palestinian population has increased by about 10 times since Israel's Independence War. But let's say people wanna claim that just this current war is comparable to the Holocaust. There are presently around 7 million Arabs in the territories of the Jewish ancestral land, of which about 2 million are Israeli citizens. I'm gonna go with the anti-Israel narrative for a second, which claims ALL of them are occupied and oppressed by Israel (even though they're not). In order for the ruin of Palestinians to be indeed on the same level, that would mean 70-80% of them would have to be murdered by Israel during the war. Let's go with the lower percent, so it's easier for the anti-Israel crowd to reach the number of deaths that would support their claim. To have killed 70% of 7 million, that would mean Israel would have to kill 4.9 million Arabs in this so-called "genocide." Even if we exclude Israeli Arabs, and only focus on the 5 million Palestinians living in areas where the Israeli army currently operates (imagine the German Nazis allowing Jews safety inside Germany, and only killing them outside it *eyeroll*), that would mean at least 3.5 million Palestinians killed. But after almost 5 months of this war, the number of Palestinian fatalities, as claimed by Hamas, is around 30,000 people (I'm putting aside the fact that at least 12,000 are Hamas terrorists). The gap between what is happening, and what people who make this false comparison are implying is happening, is incomprehensible.

Sorry for the length, but I hope this is helpful!

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[blackmoonoracle]

PICK A CARD - WHAT'S BEING HIDDEN FROM YOU?

PILE ONE Channeled song: Paint the Town Red - Doja Cat

Some of you may be pregnant without knowing, of course this doesn't apply to everyone but that's certainly a thing for someone. For some of you it could be a dream you've been working on cultivating since childhood beginning to take root into reality. Being able to take some kind of forward movement that allows you freedom. Some of you may be developing a deeper relationship with a sibling or child family member as well. Maybe a family member could be pregnant as well. There's definitely a vibe of fertility and joy here. Something being built from the ground up as well. For some of you it could be a business you're trying to develop. Or even a dream career, or getting into a school or some kind of huge positive development in your life. You might not see it yet, but the tables are absolutely going to be turning in your favor. You may be exploring more, and find opportunity to express your emotions. I see this group may be learning to develop better boundaries. There could be people trying to create blockages in your forward movement. I see however that you are learning to depend more on your own thoughts, feelings, and overall discernment. Independence is absolutely being developed here, for some of you it could be that you are maturing into a new phase of your life and self expression that you're not seeing as well. I feel like there's a need here to really acknowledge the amount of growth you've achieved. Yeah, there's some major positive shifts happening here. If you've maybe been feeling stagnant or stuck, especially due to family having control over your finances or actions I see a lot of freedom coming here. You've developed some kind of discipline, or possibly self reliance that you previously may have felt was unattainable.

I think that's about it for you guys pile one! sorry it's short.

PILE TWO

Channeled Song: IDGAF - Drake ft Yeat

I feel like there are a lot of people who may not particularly have good intentions towards you pile 2. There could even be an air and water sign woman working together to create some kind of binding on your financial stability. What's crazy though is that I see it's not even able to manifest into the physical realm. The worst that they're able to do is exacerbate your limiting beliefs regarding financial stability. LOLLL, weaaaaak.

You may end up speaking your truth regarding some kind of situation soon as well. I see that there may also be a reveal of whoever these people are that have been trying to meddle in your finances. You may be in hermit mode currently, or seeking to isolate from people for the most part. There seems to be a lot of speculation around what you're up to and what you're doing pile 2. People could even be arguing over you. You may be leaving behind some sort of belief system that was at some point a core piece of your ideology. Some kind of realization is going to come that will bring a significant amount of balance into your life. I'm also hearing your body though, which is interesting. So there's some major balance coming into play here for you. It's sooo weird, because it feels like there are a lot of people who have it out for you. I see here that there is an emperor type energy that is very lost. This person may be trying to manifest you into their lives against your will? I just feel like a lot of this pile is likely confirmations, as it's clear to me you all are tapped the fuck in. Seeing as the high priestess has come out. I feel that you may not be aware that there is either a father figure, or older man who is doing spellwork or manifestation work on you. I feel that it's important for you to set energetic boundaries with people. First person shooter just came on, and it was the part where he said "dont trust everything that you saw on IG" so this person could be stalking you on instagram? I feel like they're driving themselves mad trying to figure out what the hell is going on in your life. For some of you they may not be older, but they may be very controlling or authoritative in some way. Someone with an ego that is larger than life. I heard "where in the world is carmen san diego" so what may be hidden from you is that there are a lot of people with their eyes on you pile 2. People may sense that you are about to do something big? I see here that you will be in a comfortable position. You are about to put an end to something, this feels like setting boundaries and speaking your piece. I also see that you are overcoming some sort of lack mindset that you struggle with. You are absolutely developing into a new person right now. I see here that what you don't know is that your shadow is a huge piece of how you receive and download psychic information. There's something about being deeply impressionable, but learning discernment and therefore being able to use this receptivity to glean hidden information. I'm also feeling something about mind reading here? This pile could be developing the gift of telepathy. I'm feeling very much Taurus rising energy here, off the strength of the fact that this is absolutely giving scorpio in the 7th house energy. With this capability to just read into the depths of the people around you. Seeing deep into the minds of others. What's being hidden from you is that more often than not you are in fact reading people to filth. I think that it may upset people when you are right for some reason. It's like there's this competitive energy towards you. I heard "keep up" like people are trying to keep up with you, or they're trying to outdo you so that you feel like you have to keep up with them. Regardless, I do see that through processing, acknowledging and accepting the hidden aspects of your personality you will find deep fulfillment and even financial gain! How interesting.

PILE THREE

Channeled Song: Highs & Lows - Chance the Rapper

Some sort of information is being hidden from you pile 3, but it's not because of anything outside of you. It's because you overthink shit like baaaaad. I heard "8" so the number 8 could be significant here somehow. You're being asked to maybe step back, your ego could be blocking your ability to think clearly. There's an emphasis on teamwork here, I feel that this pile has a verrrryy hard time taking criticism. What's being hidden from you is that your ego exceeds your knowledge, and that you may need to find a better balance within yourself. I heard something also about meddling, some of you may struggle with envy or jealousy.

To be honest pile 3, I feel like you really need to learn to allow things to flow. There's some sort of link to familial trauma, or control issues rooting from the family that have resulted in this outlook on life. Perhaps you could be rather inflexible in your ideology. Very set in your ways. I see that what you don't see is that a tower moment is coming in order to shift your perspective. I kind of see it as like- for example in football being tackled. I see you taking it on the chin and getting back up and continuing to go on. Don't be so stubborn, and learn to release bitterness. You may be grieving a perceived loss regarding some sort of project you're very passionate about. Or even possibly just feeling exhausted regarding this project. I feel that you guys are in a deep, and brooding, and veryyyyy aggressive energy in order to protect yourself. I'm seeing like crows in a parking lot circling scraps of food.

You could have had to fight for everything in life- and now spirit is asking you to sit back and allow shit to unfold. What's being hidden is that by creating a better work life balance, and taking better care of yourself that you will be able to get over this bump in the road concerning your financial stability. Transmuting your fear and greed into security and generosity will deeply help you in moving onward. I see here that you could be feeling stuck on a standstill. Learn to relax a little, things don't have to constantly be so serious. You have a lot of blessings coming in, so just sit tight and let it come in. <3 You're gonna be just fine. Better than fine honestly! It's going to be okay, I promise. :3 One more thing actually, there's a line in the channeled song that goes "The best things in life on the opposite side of fear".

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[mushies-stories]

Bleach- Making it fit

Ichigo AND Kisuke XFemale reader

Exactly what is says, there will be more but I haven’t posted in so long.

Warnings: SMUT, piv, pet names

Ichigo

You held tightly to Ichigo's shoulders as he entered your tight hole. You couldn't suppress the whimpers and gasps or hide the tears that pricked the corners of your eyes. “Ichi- big.” you whimpered. 

Ichigo’s dark glossy eyes looked down at you with a gentle smile as he stilled his movements. “It's okay baby, I got you. Just try and relax for me.” he said softly, bringing a hand between your bodies to rub circles on your clit. He continued to slowly sink in, letting you breathe through it as he stretched you open. 

Once he reached half way and kept going you started to struggle even more, already feeling so full another inch seemed unbearable. Your legs tightened against his hips and your eyes squeezed shut. “Big.. to b-ig Ichigo.” you whimper and whine.

Ichigo stilled again and brought his hand up to move the hair out of your face and leaned down to press a firm sweet kiss to your pouting lips. “You're doing so good baby, just a little more. Always so tight for me.” he said soft and slow while he rocked his hips into you, just a little more at a time. 

You slowly open your eyes to look back up at him and nod, trying to relax a little more as he stretches you even more. You just wanted it to be over, wanted him to be fully inside you and feeling good already. “Please Ichigo! Please. W-ant all of you.” you shout and whine, your eyes pleading with his own as the tears get bigger, one slowly falling down the side of your face. 

He chuckles softly and leans back down for another kiss, this one deeper and his tongue was pushing past your parted lips.

Bringing his hand back down he rubbed fast even circles into your clit as he sank in deeper, all the while swallowing your loud moans and whimpers as he slowly started to thrust the rest of his length into your tight little pussy. He only pulls back from your mouth for air but seeing how your mouth hangs open in pleasure, the pain fastly fading.

Kisuke

Your eyes fluttered and your mouth hung slack as you sank down on Kisuke's cock. You whimpered when you got half way and came to a stop. You clung to his shoulders and your legs were already starting to feel like jelly. You looked down to see how far you had gotten and let out a soft huff, not very far at all.

Kisuke watched you with a knowing smirk, it was getting to be too much for you and your tight cunt clenching his cock was further evidence. “What's wrong baby?” he cooed, stroking your cheek with his thumb and pulling you down a little more with a firm hold on your hip. 

You choked back a moan as he filled you even more. “Kisuke, you're too big.” you pout.

His teasing smirk grew a fraction. “Oh darling, you can make it fit, I know you can.” He encouraged you, rolling his hips up a little to push a bit more in and bringing you down a little, helping you and teasing you all at the same time. 

You held still a moment, mouth hung open a little and legs shaking a little before they slowly gave out and allowed you to sink the rest of the way onto his cock with a loud strangled moan. “Kisuke! Too mu-ch Kisuke..” you whine with your head laying on his shoulder, your pussy fully stuffed with his cock.

Holding back his own sounds of pleasure Kisuke smiled and kissed the side of your head softly while his fingers rubbed soothing circles onto your thigh with his thumb, the other hand cradled the back of your head. “See, you did so good for me.” he praised before slowly rocking his hips up and listening to your sweet little whimpers. He rocks his cock deep inside your tight hole. Letting you adjust a little more before he fucks your properly.

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[midnightarcheress]

you panic.

pairing: bodyguard!ghost x actress!reader cw: reader's pov. panic attack, simon in protective mode, hurt/comfort ig? 6 | gold rush masterlist.

you couldn’t breathe. the room seemed small, walls closing in and trapping your limp figure inside of an endless nightmare, compressing your lungs until no air reached your alveolus. the mirror reflected the terror stamped on your face, bloodshot eyes staring at the terrifying warning that froze your blood flow and the trembling hands clutching to your arms, wrapping your torso like a straightjacket, desperately trying to pressure your body into disappearing from that reality.

up to this point, you’ve managed to control your fear. shove your worries aside, trust that nothing would trespass your walls and infinite security measures, promise yourself that it would never infest your brain, but that was the last straw. it was your home. you weren’t safe anywhere and it was just a matter of time until you’d be ripped to shreds in your own garden, crimson painting the destroyed flower beds and a golden crown placed on your head like a perfect corpse-bride.

your knees dropped to the frigid floor with a thud, dreadful mist clouding your vision as tears rolled down your cheeks. you couldn’t think, you couldn’t speak, and the alcohol in your veins only managed to heighten the panic. your soul was floating out of your form, knocking on the bars of the prison, looking for a way out of the ordeal and hoping that it was just a hallucination. the loud thumps of your heart ringed in your ears, muffling Ghost’s attempts to get your attention.

the knot in your throat kept tightening, constricting your vocal cords until the only sounds that could be heard were your strained sobs. being in your own skin was overwhelming and you’d give it all to escape the well you were stranded in, but the water was rising quickly, covering your head and drowning any attempt at tranquillity.

“hey, i’m here,” Ghost said, trying to coax you back to the present, “just focus on my voice, can you take a deep breath for me?” 

your dilated pupils take the sight of him crouched on the floor and follow the movement of his chest, letting his low timbre pierce your eardrum and soothe your heartbeat. you mimic him, feeling the crisp air cursing through your nostrils, down your trachea and bronchi, finally having enough oxygen in your system. 

“can i touch you?” he asks, and you notice the concern behind his hazel irises. you can’t ignore the shame that came with your panicked state, breaking down in front of someone you barely know and who must’ve endured so much worse in his life. you hate feeling weak, frail, like you’d crumble by just one look, but you need comfort. need it so badly that you nod, allowing him to take your quivering hand in his.

his grip is firm, and despite the roughness of his palm, the touch is delicate, tender, enveloping you in gentle heat. you melt in his arms, pitiful sobs leaving your lips when you turn in nothing more than putty in that moment. “shh, i got you, everything will be alright,” he coos, doing his best to calm you, but you couldn’t believe him.

how could everything be alright? the last ounce of safety you had was just taken from you. “it’s my– it’s my home, Ghost,” you stutter, lifting your head to look at him, “i’m not safe in my own home anymore, i can’t–” another wave of tears flood your waterline, and you stop before finishing your sentence. the anxiety was still bubbling in your stomach, it was still too much to handle at once. 

“i know, love, i’ll get you out of here, trust me. nothing will harm you. now just breathe, okay? slow and steady.” his tone is light, almost ethereal, but unmistakably determined. it sounded more than just a phrase to pacify you. it was a promise. a vow. one made with his whole heart and he wouldn’t die before making sure you’re safe.

it takes a while before your brain settles back, slipping out of the hysteria. Ghost lifts you to your feet, taking a step back to give you some space. you sense him studying your expressions, wanting a hint of how to proceed. “what do you need?” he questions softly.

what do i need? the query lingers on your mind while he gazes at you. you're not sure. you never had an attack like this, never had an emotional collapse, never needed so much comfort. “i... don't know,” you gulp, glancing around the room and viewing the bathroom door, “i guess i could go for, uhm, a bath? it might help, right?”

he nods, pacing past you and walking through the door. you faintly hear the running water filling the bathtub and you strip off your heels, your clothes, let your hair fall down and your skin feel the cool air of the room. you shiver, but the tingling of the cold reminds you that you’re still alive, so there’s still a flimsy hope of peace in your future. 

you put on a robe and head to the bathroom, tip-toeing on the chilling tiles. Ghost moves to the exit, allowing you privacy in your vulnerable state, but your meek request makes him freeze on the spot. “can you... stay?” you sigh, “i’m scared of being alone right now.”

he pauses, not knowing how to answer, and you shift your weight from one leg to another, fingers fidgeting with the fluffy belt that holds your covering in place, regretting even asking for such a thing. “sure.” he clears his throat, taking a seat in the tiny wooden ottoman in the corner. the image is quite comical, the bulky man slowly leaning down to the stool as if one glance from him would crack the material, and a timid chuckle escapes your mouth.

his face turns to the side when you undo the knot of your robe and you feel the heat coming to your cheeks when you come to your senses. what the fuck did i ask? you’re bare, slipping into the warm water that was supposed to relieve your anxious mood, but that mainly swells your chest with embarrassment. 

you don’t know if you should be grateful that he’s not making a big deal of it, or sink in the tub due to the quiet – too quiet – atmosphere. Ghost is nothing but a gentleman at that moment, maintaining his head down and eyes away from your blurred naked body, so different from every man you’ve been near. they all seem to think that because you’re known, famous, whatever, you’re merely a doll on display for public use. it’s nice to not feel like an object.

after a long hour of letting the water purge your anguishes, you find yourself draped on a blanket on the sofa, sipping on a cup of chamomile tea that he, so heartily, prepared. he’s on the phone in the next room, and you don’t want to pry, but your ears unconsciously perk up to catch some of his words. he’s talking to someone named Price? something about a safe house? 

a few minutes later, he’s back, sitting on the coffee table in front of you. “so, we’re gonna move,” your brows raised, confused by his statement, “talked to an old friend and i got you a safe place, you can stay there as long as you need, the bastard won’t find you. and i’ll be there with you all the time, okay?” he’s gonna stay with me?

rationally, you know it’s a good idea. you don’t feel protected in your house anymore, and having him constantly by your side would probably give your heart a rest and unburden your shoulders. but moving is a big thing for a life so regulated. “Dan–” 

“i’ll talk to him tomorrow, don’t worry,” he assures, putting a hand on your knee and giving you a small smile. your vision was so hazy before that you didn’t even notice that he had his mask down, and you find yourself musing on the curve of his lips. 

“thank you, Ghost.”

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[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt:

Pairing: Mafia! Octavinelle and MC/Yuu/ Reader

Genre: Hurt/ Comfort ig? Slight crack

TW: Kidnapping, blood, minor character deaths, mc does get a little hurt, mentions of guns, usage of guns, violence (because mafia au), mc also curses at one point, talk of killing people, the prefect wears earrings and has hair (i saw someone use put this in warnings once). Let me know if I should add anything else!

AN: First request for TWST ^^ It's my first time writing for the Octavinelle trio, so please forgive me if they're ooc, I tried my best. This was very fun to work on! Send me asks if you wanna know more about my version of mafia!twst because I had so many thoughts about this entire au but I couldn't fit everything in one post lol. Not really happy with the ending (when am I ever) but I hope you enjoy!

"I'm telling you, you don't wanna do this," You warned your captors for the third time as they checked the cuffs holding you up by your arms. It was an uncomfortable position, kneeling with your arms restrained with metal chains above your head. Your shoulders felt sore, and with how every movement made the skin of your wrists rub against the harsh metal, you just knew that you were going to be sporting some pretty nasty bruises around them.

Vil was going to be furious about that.

You watched as the leader came into your range of vision, a self-satisfied smirk painting his face as he walked over to you. There was quite some distance for him to cross to reach you, and he took his sweet time as he leisurely walked over to you. Probably an intimidation tactic, just like how making you kneel was.

You looked at him, unperturbed. Your eyes roamed over the man, who for all his intimidation tactics, was nothing but a poor little boy way in over his head. A reckless little minnow who didn't know his place, as Floyd would say.

Speaking of Floyd. You grimaced at the monstrosity of an outfit the man was wearing. In all your time as a valued member of the mafia, you had seen many outlandish outfits, courtsey of the more openly unhinged Leech twin and the field of work you were in (power had a way of killing the fashion sense of people and letting it rot inside their head). But this... was on a whole another level.

You mentally lit a candle for everyone who had to witness the... very unique display.

A sharp slap snapped you out of your thoughts. 'Did this man, just backhand me? Well fuck you too bitch', You thought to yourself as you looked back at the still smirking man. You could feel a bit of wetness at the edge of your lip, a slight stinging also being felt at the same spot. Your tongue darted out, recognizing the metallic taste of blood as you gingerly licked at the small wound.

"So this is the little Prefect of Night Raven, hm? How... pathetic. Truly, the mafia organization has fallen if they allow the likes of you to hold any position higher than a discardable pawn," he huffed, and you resisted rolling your eyes. Here comes the villainous monologue, you thought to yourself.

As the man spoke, you took note of the people in the room. Apart from you and the man, there were five other men, all very familiar faces. All of them were earlier members of NRC, who left the organization 'honorably' before your appointment as the consigliere to Dire Crowley, the main boss.

There was nothing honorable about the way they were treating you right now though.

Very reluctantly, you listened to the man's speech about how he was basically aiming to cripple Night Raven Mafia by killing you. You forced back a yawn through the speech that was supposed to strike fear into your heart; unfortunately for him, you dealt with seven very unpredictable and occasionally difficult underbosses on a daily basis. Said underbosses must have already been informed of your forced absence.

Now it was just a matter of waiting and watching to see exactly who would come to your rescue...

The door slammed open as soon as you thought that, and the eyes of every person in the room turned to it. You smiled as a very familiar face entered the room, his mismatched eyes dark and foreboding.

"Hi Floyd," you chirped, unfazed by the frown on his face and the dangerous aura around him. Floyd's eyes met yours for a moment, brightening at seeing you, before turning even harsher when he saw the state you were in; clothes (gifted to you by Riddle) rumpled, carefully styled hair (courtesy of Vil) in a disarray, and a slight swelling on the side of your face you were struck at (which would send nearly everyone into a murderous frenzy).

"Who touched my Shrimpy?" Floyd growled out at the men. "Don'tcha know that I'm the only one allowed to rough them up? You're just begging to be squeezed to death."

At this point, the men, who were earlier frozen in fear, started to fumble with their guns. Before they could even get their weapons out, gunshots rang throughout the room, each man dropping to the floor one by one.

"Ah, pardon me, but I would prefer if you did not aim your weapons at my brother," a familiar voice spoke from behind Floyd to the now dead men in the room.

You grimaced at the blood now flowing out and seeping onto the floor, the puddle growing in size and inching closer to you.

"Jade, get me out of these things," you said, successfully getting his attention as you rattled the chains holding you up.

"Ah, of course dear Prefect," Jade hummed, and you did not need to look at his face to know that he was smiling. Jade walked over to you, stopping only to take the keys to your chains from the pocket of the leader. Placing the key into the lock and turning it released you from your uncomfortable position, and you yelped as you flopped onto the ground unceremoniously.

"Shrimpy~" Floyd's rapid changes in mood was one thing you did not believe you would ever get used to, "did you really get kidnapped by this sad little bunch of minnows?" He asked, pulling you to your feet and slightly spinning you.

"Shrimpy is so helpless~"

"Indeed," Jade smiled, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. You would never get used to the all too malicious upturn of Jade's lips either. He took you from Floyd's arms, ignoring his twin's grumbling as he dusted off your clothes. "Pray tell, how could such... insignificant little men capture you, dear Prefect?"

Before you could answer, a third voice rang through the room. "Jade! Floyd! I told you not to kill any of them!" Azul huffed as he entered your line of vision, glaring at the two men who sandwiched you.

"Ah, pardon me Azul, but they were going to aim their weapons at Floyd. Not to mention how terribly they were treating the Prefect," Jade hummed, not at all repentant of his actions. Azul huffed in frustration, glaring at his consigliere.

You gave him a little wave, and Azul's eyes softened as they met yours. He looked calm and collected as he walked over to you, but the trembling of his hands as he held yours gave his true feelings away. His eyes quickly scanned your body for wounds, narrowing in displeasure at the reddened skin around your wrists and the cut on the corner of your lip.

"Prefect."

"Azul," you said, not missing the way his eyes relaxed considerably as he saw you wearing the seashell earrings he had gifted you. "Ah, so that was how Idia-san found out you were kidnapped almost immediately," he hummed. You raised an eyebrow at his words.

"The earrings have trackers in them," Jade helpfully explained.

"Well, in any case, we must take you back to the Lounge. Everyone else must have assembled there by now."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because, Prefect, we were supposed to bring your kidnappers so that a joint decision could be taken for their punishment," Azul sighed as he pushed his glasses up his nose slightly.

You glanced at your kidnappers, wrinkling your nose as the blood puddle slowly crept closer to your shoes. "They're dead."

"A most unfortunate incident, yes. But, nevertheless, their identities will suffice for now. This just goes to show that we must never leave any loose ties," Azul said ominously. "Perhaps my dear colleagues will learn a lesson from this."

"... Sure. And how did you three manage to make them stay back at the Lounge while you carried out this rescue mission?"

"The heads found it best to send us three since we were most likely to bring your captors back alive," Azul said, glaring at Floyd who just roamed around the room disinterested in the conversation. "Well, that is what Crewel and Trein thought, at least."

You chuckled. "I don't think the outcome would've been any different with the others either so... let's just get to the Lounge."

Azul smiled. "As you wish, Prefect."

#first time writing for octavinelle bbys im very nervous #apologies if they seem ooc or mischaracterized i didnt mean to #here goes nothing #twst #twst writing #twst fanfic #twst octavinelle #octavinelle #twst azul #twst jade #twst floyd #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x you #twosted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland x mc #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #ice writes #my writing

[rinbowaman]

heethans reaction if h/n posted revealing bikini pics with y/n on insta???

Warnings: yandere theme, slight bit of non-con turned dub con implied, choking, use of force, punishments, fingering, cursing, pet names, think that’s it.

A long day of classes. The weekend was too short as the first day of the week already drained you. How you wish tomorrow was Friday already.

“Hey y/n.”

A calm voice catches your attention up head and you recognize that deep tone and accent. “Oh, hey Jake.”

He smiles someehat mischievously as he walks in your direction. “What’s up?” You nervously smile as you route up your question. The expression on his face told you of his awareness in something that you felt as if you should know of.

“Nooooothing. Like your picture on IG. Maybe you can tell H/N where you got that swimsuit.” He speaks and stares down, but never pauses in his steps. He continues to walk past, unlike yourself, where you were caught off-guard by his words and stood still for a moment trying to figure if the slight bit of sarcasm was intentional.

You head out to meet with Heeseung at the curb, as usual. There he stood, leaning backs against the front passenger door with his arms crossed, his head angled at a downward tilt, allowing for his cap to cover his features. Some things will never change.

“Hey babe…I had a weird conversation with Jake just now—“ your mind snaps into a blank slate as you try to process the sudden jolt of movement that gripped you by the neck. Twirling you around, you found yourself being the one leaned up on the car, while being forced to fare directly into his eyes. His plush lips make contact with yours as he swipes his tongue over your bottom lip before breaking in and coating your entire mouth. “Bad girl.” He growls against youc barely breaking the kiss and allowing for you to catch a breath.

“W-what? I—“

“You what?” His voice antagonizes your unfinished sentence as he squeezes your throat. You let out a small gasp for air as you reach up, desperately trying to feed your fingers in between his in an attempt to loosen them. “H-Heeseung…”

“Can’t breathe baby?” Once again his words come off laconically. He propels a look of playful malice as he lets out a scoff through that wicked smirk. Kissing you once again, his tongue movements are much more aggressive. He finally releases the tightness of his hold, yet still has his palm wrapped around you. With your body being re-introduced to oxygen, your caught offguard when his free hand shoot’s down your jeans and feeds itself through your panties. He does not leave you any room to configure what was going on as he plunges his fingers inside you. “Time to feed Ethan.”

His dark expression turns murderous as you witness the switch on his personality. Unsure of what brought on this animalistic behavior, you beg him to give closure.

“W-what did I do wrong?”

He scoffs as he continues to violate you in the open parking lot, completely aware that no one was around to witness his volition, although you knew better than to figure that it wouldn’t have changed anything had there been eye witnesses present.

Biting down on your neck, he darkly chuckles against your skin, pinching it against his teeth. Taking his hand out from your jeans, he fishes it inside your satchel and pulls out your phone. Presenting it to your face, he lightly taps the screen against your collarbone. “No more social media for you.”

Leaning forward, he presses his nose in and rests his forehead against yours. “You just had to go and show off what’s mine. You trying to make me angry?” The smirk on his face flares sarcasm as you see past the smile and see nothing but anger. The way he grits his teeth was enough to nearly make you urinate your own jeans. “I—that wasn’t mean to—“

He cuts you off once more as he shoves you in the backseat. Nearly flinging you in, he straddles on top, restraining every bit of your movements. Pinching your chin, he forces you to face forward. “Don’t move.” He issues.

You knew better than to disobey. He was already mad, and considering he was Ethan now, doing anything more against his demands would only cause you pain. He’d make you pay for it all.

You felt him tighten his belt around your head, enforcing you to clamp down on it with your teeth. Oh no…

“Bite down, darling.” He says as he props himself on his knees, groin pressed against your buttocks as he stations your legs to rest around his waist. Undoing his jeans right before you, he smirks deviously. “Better the belt, than your own tongue, in which case I’ll bite it for you.”

Your eyes grow extremely teary as you brace for what is about to come. He smoothly pulls your jeans off, along with your panties. Rubbing the nub of your clot with his thumb, he fishes out his lengthy member and pulls his own jeans down just enough, until the waistband rests against his upper thighs. Slapping the tip against your swollen lips, he aims the head of his cock to hit your clit dead center. You whimper and jolt, all to his pleasure. “Let’s have some fun, hmm? I know i will.”

His words stamp your ears as you feel the sting of his swollen head pushing in. Without any four play, you weren’t exactly prepared to take in his member so suddenly. Your body hadn’t had the chance to lube up.

“Don’t worry baby, you’ll be wet here in a sec. And you don’t have to be in a bathing suit to enjoy riding the waves this time. Ethan’s got you.”

#heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung smut #enha x reader #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung fanfic #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enha heeseung #yandere heeseung imagines #yandere fiction #heeseung yandere

[h0ney-mochi]

hi do you write for afab characters? if so may i request bratty sub afab scara x soft dom reader ^^

afab!Scaramouche x soft dom!reader ;; readers pronouns not mentioned

SMUT/NSFW CONTENT (bratty!sub!scaramouche, afab!scara, soft dom!reader, fingering, praise, mirror involved ig)

Summary: Scara was being a brat and once you two are alone together again.. he can't help but beg for you to speed up your fingers.

A/n: YES I DO GRRRHHH YES I think afab, trans scara is funky <3 I don't think I did brat scara well, so my bad ):

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

"Listen, if you're going to spend so much time doing nothing, you might as well go do something else," Scaramouche groans, crossing his arms, head leaning on your shoulder. You knew he was needy, but why rush? A brat like him won't get everything right away. Besides, where's the fun in getting everything done rigjt away?

You just chuckled, pressing another kiss on the back of his neck. The slight shiver didn't go unnoticed from you. You had him sit on your lap, legs spread. There was a mirror across the room, allowing you to see Scara's face, the way he furrows his brows when your lips meet the mark on his skin.

You traced your hands on his thighs, up to his stomach, obviously avoiding where he wanted your touch. "You haven't been good today, dear," you whispered, frowning a little, "I can't reward you so easily, don't you know?" Scaramouche groans, about to say something, but you slide your fingers between his folds.

It wasn't entirely a surprise that he was already so wet, but hey..

You watched your fingers in the mirror. Slow, teasing movements from you had him sighing and groaning in annoyance. Yeah, you touched him, but c'mon-! That's not it!

He moves his hips towards your fingers, but you take them away. "Oh, you-! [Name]!" Scara whines, glaring at you in the mirror. You lock eyes with him while your other hand held his thigh. "Be patient, Scara. Let me take care of you," You speak with a soft smile. He furrows his brows, "Can't you do that faster?" Your chuckle made him shiver a little.

You didn't respond, instead pushing two fingers inside him. You feel him jolt a little, a pathetic moan escaping his mouth. You were slow with it, pushing your fingers in and out while your other hand rubbed circles on his thigh. Scaramouche was saying things of wanting you to speed up, throwing in a curse or two. You didn't say anything back, eyes still focusing on his face.

That eye contact was irritating him at first. Why are you not responding? Why are you just staring at him?? Rude. He does stare back at you, whining more about you teasing him. Of course, it doesn't faze you. Just Scaramouche being.. him. A brat. Oh well. You're used to it, you know how to put him back in place somehow. Even if you don't know what you're doing.

You didn't notice Scara slowly becoming more.. quiet on the curses. Yes, he was still whining about your fingers, but.. it wasn't.. It wasn't the previous tone, he was getting desperate. You only noticed it when he was breaking eye contact with you. Quick glances.

Then you became fully aware.

"Mmmh, please- Please just- Faster, please—!" He whines again, breathing in. You did what he wanted and sped up your fingers. You couldn't help but grin at the way Scara moaned in response. Your other hand held his hip down.

"Ah," you sighed into his neck, making him shiver, eyes locking onto yours. "You're gonna be good for me now?" You ask, lidding your eyes. The noise from your fingers fucking into him has Scara feeling just a bit of embarrassment.

"Yes, yesyesyes I'll- fuck, I'll be good—!" He nods his head, which makes you chuckle, "Please just— I want more! Pleaashe-!" You move your other hand to circle around his core, making him immediately jolt in surprise.

Soon enough he's holding onto your arm, gasping at how quick you are. "Too- too much-! Fuck, mmmhg AH- FUCK please, mgonna cum, gonna cum—!!" Scara moans out, eyes rolling back. You kiss his neck before speaking, "Look at me. I want you to look at me when you cum."

He does as you say and your fingers speed up just a little. His moans and pleas sound like a melody. Then he's chanting your name and that he's close. You won't deny him.

He's still holding eye contact with you somehow, face feeling hot, feeling some embarrassment from how you stare at him. Then Scara sees a grin on your face as you whisper in his ear.

"Be a good boy and cum on my fingers, won't you?"

Thank you for the request and thank you for waiting! Hope you enjoy the taste <3

© h0ney-mochi 2023 / Please don't copy or repost my work and writings! <3

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[tomssexdoll]

I HAVE A REQUEST!!

Subby Tom.. BUT!!

Okay so subby Tom but he calls the reader mama..? i’ve seen that in a few bill fics and i js love the idea

Yess!

Pissed off

PAIRINGS: Tom 2009 x Female reader CONTENT: angst at the start, smut and a little bit of fluff at the end SYPNOSIS: You come home from a party, pissed off with Tom for letting a girl openly flirt with him right in front of you. A/N: i cant lie im not the best at doing men as subs but i'll try my best tysm for the request <3 WARNINGS: yelling, arguing, tom!sub, reader!dom, edging ig?, p in v (riding), eating punani

I walked into Tom and I's shared apartment, slamming my keys onto the kitchen bench and storming off into the bedroom, "i can't believe you let that fucking bitch just flirt with you right in front of me!" I screamed.

"Baby I'm sorry..I just didn't know what to do.." He said, lying so obviously. I rolled my eyes at his pathetic excuse and just changed out of my skimpy outfit, going into the shower to wash off all the sweat that had accumilated on my body the whole night.

As I finished my shower, I stepped out and wrapped myself in a towel, nearly forgetting tonights events when I saw Tom walking in, his head slightly down, waiting for me to finish.

"What do you want?" I snapped at him, glaring deeply.

"I-" he hesitated, a look of fear on his face "I'm really sorry Y/N, you know how much I love you, I would never do anything to hurt you" he whimpered softly.

I felt my legs burn up as he whimpered, thinking of all the things I could do to him.

"Get on the bed." I said sternly, staring straight at him.

"W-what..? Mama..I.." he said, acting dumb to piss me off even more, what a brat.

"You heard me, get on the bed, now." I said.

He winced slightly and sat on the edge of the bed, I sat next to him and started to rub his already noticeable erection, his breathing hitched "m-mama..please" he shut his eyes "don't tease me please..i need you.." he begged, pushing my hand down harder on his hard cock.

I slapped his hand away, his eyes opening widely as I stopped my movements. "Only good boys get what they want, and have you been a good boy?" he looked down at me with puppy eyes, "no.." I chuckled "exactly, so don't push it" I snarled.

15 MINS LATER

I had pulled his cock out, rubbing his sensitive tip with my thumb and teasing him to insanity. He moaned loudly as I slowly jerked his cock off. "Please! Let me cum mama..please.." he whimpered, holding onto my arm as it slowly jerked him off.

"Nuh uh, like I said, only good boys get what they want, and you're not allowed to cum, listen to what mama says.." I continued to stroke softly, pre-cum leaking out of his tip.

"Look at that..so eager to cum?" I swiped my thumb over his tip and licked the precum off, smirking as he nodded quickly. "Aww okay then, since you've been a good boy for me for the past 15 minutes I'll let you cum darling.." I whispered sensually in his ear.

He tried to contain his excitement with a huge smile, it was so cute, he was my good boy. I got up and took my clothes off, starting with my pants and panties, gripping onto both of them and managing to take them both off at the same time. I climbed onto his lap and took his cock in my hand, guiding it to my pussy and slowly sliding it in. I moaned softly and started to ride him.

He threw his head back and held onto my hips as I wrapped my arms around his neck, slamming my pussy into his cock. "Mm..s-so good mama, need you so bad.." he moaned, grabbing onto my clothed breasts. I smirked and took my top off for him, "you wanna suck mamas tits..hmm..?" he nodded eagerly and dove his head into my boobs, latching onto one of them and sucking softly, I moaned and continued to ride him harshly.

"Fuck.." I whimpered slightly, feeling a knot begin to form in my stomach, knowing I was close to my orgasm. I continued to slam my hips down, speeding up the pace.

Tom continued to whimper as my pace got brutal, slamming up and down constantly onto his cock, he let go of my boob and a string of saliva followed, I giggled and looked down at him "such a good boy.." I smashed my lips into his as I bounced up and down repetedly.

"F-fuck..mama..gonna cum.." he held onto my hips tightly as my movements began to slow down slightly. "Come f'me..ok baby?" I looked deep into his eyes, he nodded as he rolled his eyes back, shooting his seed deep into me, his thick cum coating my walls completely. As he came in me I moaned loudly and came on his cock "oh you're such a good boy.." I said in between breaths.

After a bit I got off his cock, he seemed to relax a bit and got up to clean himself. "Excuse me, where are you going? Don't think im done with you yet, come here now." I grabbed his arm "sorry mama.." he said shyly.

I climbed on the bed and sat back into the pillows, spreading my legs wide open, motioning for him to come over. "Eat my pussy baby, cmon." I instructed him, he happily obliged and wrapped his arms around my thighs, licking and sucking on my clit.

"Holy fuck you're so good.." I moaned loudly as he flicked his tongue on my sensitive bud. I could feel him smile on my pussy at the praise.

"Mm..so good mama.." he moaned, continuing to eat my pussy so well, his nails digging into my thighs.

The way his tongue felt on my clit was pure ecstacy, I didn't need to take drugs I just needed Tom to eat my pussy. He was so good at it, no one i've ever been with before has been this good. I smiled to myself, knowing I taught him well. Before me he was hopeless at it, the only thing he knew how to do was use his dick, not pleasuring any woman he was in contact with.

He was slightly dominant at the start of our relationship but I could tell it was a facade, once he got comfortable enough he started to sub, even with our major height difference of me being 5'6 and him being 6'2, it still worked perfectly.

"Cmon baby, make mama cum, doing so good..fuck.." I moaned softly, he quickened his pace and collecting all of my sweetness with his tongue.

He continued to flick his tongue on my clit, suck it and kiss it, I felt a familiar feeling in my stomach "so close baby..cmon.." I whined as he pleasured me deeply, grabbing onto his braids and tugging them slightly. He slightly winced at the pain and went even faster, I rolled my eyes to the back of my head and shuddered as my orgasm washed over me.

Tom moaning as I came, instantly licking everything up, not wasting a single drop.

I caught my breath and pulled away, he looked back up at me and i smiled, seeing his chin glistening with my cum. "Lets clean you up baby cmon.." I got a tissue from the nightstand and cleaned his mouth and chin.

"What do we say?" I pulled him closer "thankyou mama..I love you" he smiled warmly, I kissed him softly "good boy."

E/N: HEY Y'ALL HOW WAS IT?? I hope you all enjoyed cause I put a lot of effort into this, keep on sending requests ily all <3

#tokiohotel #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x y/n #smut #tokio hotel smut #tom kaulitz smut

[lustrousbratz]

How do I truly become a pink Pilates princess on a budget?

Pink Pilates Princess 101

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When I think of a pink pilates princess, I think of a girly person that romanticized their life in terms of wellness! a lot of people find the phrase annoying but i think it’s fun and cute! Here’s some things you can do to feel more like a pink pilates princess 💞

pic credit: all 3 pics from me posted on my pinterest @ nallyssajones

1. Doing pilates!

There’s mat pilates (only need a mat) and reformer pilates (using a reformer machine). Going to classes multiple times a week can be a tad expensive, so an alternative would be:

A) Signing up for paid subscriptions that have detailed classes for e.g; Alo moves, Pilates anytime, glo etc.

B) Following videos from youtubers that do mat pilates. My fave channels are; Move with Nicole, Sanne Vloet, Dansique fitness (she mostly does hitt pilates videos)

* Yoga is another amazing way to get movement in and feel connected to your body and spirit.

* Go on a hot girl walk! Going on mini walks around your neighborhood or even your house allows you to get some steps in daily.

2. Eating well!

pic credit: my pics posted on my pinterest @nallyssajones

This is different for everyone but here are some ideas that you can add to your diet;

- Drinking green juice

- Try out yogurt bowls! It's my favourite breakfast food because it's easy to make and can be very nutritious depending on what I put into it. I like to add greek yogurt, a nice granola, matcha powder, frozen and fresh berries, pomegranate, ground flax and almonds🫐🍓

- Increasing protein intake. A lot of people have tried to eat 1 g per each lb that they weigh daily and have felt really good. My fellow anemic girlies, please increase your protein intake if you can!

- Taking your vitamins/supplements! get a blood test done to see what you’re deficient in and research supplements that might be helpful for you personally.

3. Finding cute workout+lounge sets

(pic credit: from @ lyssithadoll on ig and twitter)

Working out and going out in cute loungewear and workout sets can make you feel really nice and girly! I like to thrift nice quality brands like lululemon or even purchase specific pieces from depop and poshmark! Amazon is a good place to find sets as well but I would recommend buying high quality secondhand pieces💞 Some good brands to look out for are lululemon, alo yoga, halara and girlfriend collective.

4. Get cute exercise equipment

pic credit: my picture posted on my pinterest and ig @ nallyssajones

Get pink workout equipment if you’d like! Marshalls, dollarama, and amazon sell workout equipment that you can get for $5-$20! I got the pink fila mat in the pic above from marshalls for $19.99:) Here are some equipment ideas:

- yoga mat

- yoga strap

- wrist/ankle weights

- 5 lbs dumbbells

- gym bag

*these things aren’t needed btw! just ideas if you’d like to have more equipment.

5. Practice self care

You can do whatever self care that you'd like but here are some examples that you can incorporate into your life:

- Take a relaxing bath (the book "ritual baths" has amazing bath ideas

- Engage in your favourite hobbies (sports, reading, watching a tv show etc.)

- Spend time with your loved ones

- Take care of your skin and have a routine down. You do not need 15 products but even adding a serum or a spot treatment to your routine can improve your skin!

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I hope that you liked this post! This is all for fun and anyone can be a pink pilates princess 🧚🏾💞

#my pictures #my post #pink pilates princess #answered #girly girl #self care #wellness #prettygirlmission #my blog post #pink text

[trafalgarya]

Momo Yaoyorozu x Sub Male Reader — NSFW Headcanons

just momo yaoyorozu nsfw headcanons because i'd be such a slut for her. and also i'm a boy, so yeah, ✨ male reader ✨

aged-up momo

TW : mommy kink, penetration, strap-on, oral (giving and receiving), soft dom!momo yaoyorozu, sub!male reader, praising kink, sex-toys, teasing, orgasm control, begging, nipple sucking, masturbation, use of "slut", a bit of ooc ig, analingus (receiving, mention of giving too)

Momo doesn't mind being in a relationship with a submissive male. She really accepts her S/O for who he is, and his preference for being the dom or the dommed isn't an exception.

Something about Momo screams mommy kink, and no one can tell me otherwise. There's something so powerful yet delicate and soft about her, it's truly fascinating.

She'd please the shit out of you in bed. As she's riding your cock in cowgirl position, she'll wrap her arms around your neck, kissing you softly, and praising you for doing so good.

Sex with her is usually slow and sensual, she wants to enjoy every second of it.

I feel like she'd wear lingerie during sex. She'd also grab your wrists and place your hands on her boobs, moaning softly while she guides your movements.

Call her Mistress and she'd be heads over heels for you. Calling her that makes her feels so powerful and assertive. That turns her on and reminds her of how much she's in control of you. You're entirely hers, and that thought alone makes her happy.

I feel like she'd use sex toys that she made herself with her quick. Putting a gag in your mouth as she's behind you, fondling your nipples with the tip of her long nails, making you shiver, while she's gently stroking the tip of your cock. She'd kiss your neck softly and smirk whenever you moan at these stimulations. She'd also praise you, of course.

"That's good, baby, being so good for your Mistress~", she'd whisper in your ear with a gentle voice.

I feel like she adores your body. Not surprising, though, with her hands always caressing your torso.

I see her as an oral lover too. You, being on your knees, and Momo grabbing your hair firmly as she's forcing you to lick her pussy and sucking her clit, legs opened. She'd ride your face, too. And, if you're fine with it, she'll also try the same but with her asshole. And if you obediently swallow the cum that's leaking from her private part, she'll rewarn you by pushing you on the bed and sucking your dick so well, turning her tongue on the tip and deep-throating you, digging her cheeks and doing some noise to give you an even better experience. You're not allowed to touch her, though.

She is into orgasm control. Whenever she feels you're close, she'll stop everything, and you'll have to beg your Mistress for her to continue.

"Hm~ ? You want me to continue ? Then, why won't you beg for it, hm ? Come on, use your words, pretty boy."

She'll tease the shit out of you too. Your hands tied behind your back with soft rope, she'll place herself in front of you, open her legs, and start to sensually sucking a dildo and then putting it inside her. She won't stop until you're begging for her to touch you. Show her how much you crave her touch, and only here, she'll help you with that erection of yours.

She also loves to get her nipples sucked. While she's softly masturbating you, she'll place her hand behind your head, guiding it right through her nipples. They're sensitive, though, so that's where she'll moan the most when stimulated. If you're trying to provoke her on purpose by nibbling it, she'll put you in your place.

Her punishment are often tough and harsh. If she's punishing you, it's for a good reason. Thrusting her fat and big strap into you, firmly holding your hips, she'll free one hand to put her fingers in your mouth.

"Shut up and behave, slut. You want me to punish you some more, hm ? You know i wouldn't like that."

I feel like she'd also ruin your orgasm in punition. She'll put you in a chastity cage, that she'll tighten at the maximum, and slamming her hips onto yours, not finishing until she's satisfied. You could be screaming, crying or drooling that she won't stop.

If she's not using a strapon, she'd finger you hard. Placing her entire hand in your asshole and go back and forth in it, she'll be harsh.

I also feel like she'd ask you to place yourself in doggy-style position, placing herself behind you, and she'll start to lick your ass, milking you by the way. I don't know why. She just... loves that.

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[ninebluehearts]

Good time, sugar

Warnings: Dry humping ig? Bit of cock blocking. mdni. Agent Whiskey (he needs his own warning)

Summary: You can never just dance with Jack; it always spirals into something more..

A/n: First fic in forever and of course it’s about Pedro Pascal 💀 Please enjoy; I’m a bit rusty 🤷🏻‍♀️

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The music that blasted from the bar’s speakers would have seemed overwhelming to you in any other setting, but tonight? It was just what you needed. The way the bass vibrated throughout your entire body along with the many shots of tequila you slammed back not even twenty minutes ago, allowed your body to move in ways you didn’t know it could. 

Your movements were completely fluid at this point. Your hands haphazardly thrown up in the air, your hips slipping from one side to the other. Many other drunk girls tried to copy your movements, growing jealous when their dates were more focused on your dancing than theirs, but they lacked the one thing you had: confidence. 

Many men tried to join you, their hands grabbing at your hips with their pelvis grinding against your ass, but none of them were the one you wanted. No, you had your sight set on the man in the corner of the room, sitting at a small table by himself, sipping from a little crystal class filled with an amber liquid. His gazed burned right back into yours, though he never moved from his seat, which made you all the more interested.

It wasn’t long before you pushed yourself off of the man that was grinding against you from behind, deciding that you couldn’t wait any longer. You didn’t know why, but you just had to have this man. Right here, right now. 

 You stormed over to the corner of the room he was sitting at and grabbed his glass, slamming back the dark liquid he had been nursing on throughout the night. “Dance with me.” You shouted over the loud music, holding your hand out for him. 

“Sounds like I ain’t got a choice, sugar.” The man hollered back, taking your hand as he stood up. If his southern accent hadn’t given it away already, then his outfit sure did. He wore the classic cowboy boots with dark bootcut jeans, paired with a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket with a tan collar, topped with an ebony cowboy hat. A good-looking outfit for a good-looking man.

You pulled him back onto the dancefloor, the remix version of some popular pop song thundered from the speakers as you wrapped your arms around his neck, the sway of your hips syncing together with his perfectly.

He seemed to be respectful at first, keeping his hands firmly placed on your waist, but as the song went on and the more you grinded against his thigh, the lower his hands ran down your body.

His lips dragged along your shoulder to your neck, the stubble on his chin sending chills throughout your body from the stinging prickles. “Dancing like this and you haven’t even told me your name yet, sugar.” He murmured against your ear, his voice like velvet. 

“You haven’t told me yours yet either.” You countered, your lips ghosting over the shell of his ear, nipping at the skin ever so slightly. You could feel his grip on your hips tighten, pressing your body closer to his as though he needed you to breathe. 

“Agent Whiskey at your service, ma’am. But you can call me Jack.” Suddenly Jack twisted your body over his arm, dipping you towards the floor, the smirk on his face making butterflies erupt in your stomach. “And you are?” 

There was a brief pause in between songs, giving you the opportunity to tell him your name without having to holler back and forth over the music. You wrapped your leg around his hip, pulling yourself up and away from him, dashing over to the bar to ask the bartender for another round of shots.

Jack sauntered over to hold you from behind, his hand running along the front of your hip as his lips ghosted over the most sensitive parts of your neck, causing you to press back into him with a breathy gasp. “Drink with me.” You said before pulling away from him completely, holding out the shots the bartender just poured for you.

“How could I say no to a pretty little thing like you?” Jack said with a wink, slamming the shot back at the same time as you. 

You took the small glass back from him, setting them both next to you on the bar before turning your attention back to him. “Wanna go somewhere quieter? I can’t hear anything in here.”

Jack responded simply with a nod, grasping your hand and leading you through the crowd of drunk college students and horny middle-aged women that grinded against anything that breathed.

Once outside, Jack pulled out a pair of car keys from his pocket and pressed one of the buttons, causing a cute little chirp to echo throughout the parking lot.

Following the sound, your eyes fell on a little white, topless 1970 Ford Bronco. “Oh, woah. Hey, I don’t get into stranger’s cars no matter how hot they are.”

“We ain’t gonna go nowhere, little lady. You said you wanted to go somewhere quiet, and I figured we could sit in there until your girlfriend’s wanted you back. S’up to you, sugar.” 

Normally you would’ve walked away at this point, telling him to go fuck himself before trying to find your friends in the crowded bar, but there was something different about Jack. There was something about him that made you feel safe. Something a man hasn’t made you feel in a long time. 

“Fine. But just for a moment.” You mumbled as you made your way over to the car, only slightly stumbling from the alcohol. 

Jack hurried over, cutting in front of you to open the door. “After you, babydoll.“

You thanked him as you sat down, the cool leather seats feeling wonderful on your hot skin after being stuck in a crowd for so long. Jack slid into the seat next to you, his arm casually wrapping along the back of your seat. “Listen sugar, I hate to be all upfront and all, but I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout kissin’ them lips of yours all night long.. I was thinkin’-” 

Though you cut him off before he could finish, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer to you, your lips crashing against his suddenly. Jack wasted no time in kissing you back, his lips moving against yours desperately as he hooked his hand under your thigh and in one fluid motion, pulling you into his lap.

You pulled away from him to catch your breath, sucking in heavy gasps of air as he moved down to kiss your neck, his hat obnoxiously knocking into your face. You breathed out a laugh, pulling the large hat off of his head and placing it on your own.

You gasped once he found that sensitive spot on your neck once again, your hands running through his hair and slightly tugging, causing you both to moan when he bit down on the spot. 

Now it was his turn to pull away to catch his breath, his head falling back onto the back rest as soft pants escaped his lips. He noticed you were wearing his hat and couldn’t help but chuckle, his thumbs rubbing teasing circles on the tops of your thighs. “You gonna ride me, cowgirl?” 

You hated yourself for blushing, wanting to think of a witty comeback to ease the tension between you both, but all you could focus on was how his voice made a warm, tingly sensation twist through your lower belly. “Might just.” You said with a shrug, grinding your hips against his, relishing the way his chest vibrated with the deep groan that escaped his lips.

His hands flew to your hips, pushing and pulling you against him again. “Fuck, just like that, darlin’.” 

You pressed against Jack harder, both of you groaning as his hips bucked up to rock against yours perfectly. You could tell he was already so close, just a little more-

Your head snapped up at the call of your name from one of your obviously drunk friends; Jack eased his grip on your hips, muttering something under his breath.

“Fuck.. I should go.” You said as you plopped back into your own seat, pulling the edge of your dress back down your thighs. 

“Listen,“ Jack murmured, turning his entire body to face you. “I really like you and I’d like to finish this sometime soon, if you’d like? Not just that, but I’d like to take ya out somewhere nice too.”

“Yeah, of course! Do you have a pen and paper?” 

“Uhhh, check the glove box? But what’s that gotta do with anything?”

You dug around in his glovebox for a moment before pulling out a mostly dried out sharpie. “This should work.” You pulled his arm towards you and pushed up his sleeve, scribbling down your number on his forearm with a little smiley face. “Call me.” You leaned over, kissed his cheek, then climbed out of the car, running back towards the bar to find your friends.

You didn’t know if this spark you felt with him would grow into something more, but you knew that one thing was for sure.

He had to call; you still had his hat. 

#jack daniels #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey #kingsmen golden circle #jack daniels x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #kingsmen #pedro pascal fanfiction #agent whiskey fanfiction

[wasabidottie]

hey!!! I love your writing so much! I was wondering if you could do a fic where the reader wanderings into schlatts bedroom, (maybe shes like staying over to film or smth, but they aren't in a relationship yet) and climbs into bed with him. IDK fill in the blanks ig?!? sorry if this is annoying

Tipsy (jschlatt)

a/n: omg anon you are so sweet <33 tysm <3 i promise this isnt annoying at all! i go absolutely FERRAL for requests. hope you like this one :o

The Texas night enveloped the room in a serene calmness as you finished up your tipsy livestream, the remnants of laughter and casual conversations lingering in the air. Schlatt's house was a cozy sanctuary, the kind of place where you felt at ease, even in your slightly inebriated state.

After concluding your stream, you found yourself feeling a bit disoriented, the late hour and the mild alcohol buzz making navigation through the unfamiliar halls a tad challenging. You wandered aimlessly, your senses slightly dulled, until you found yourself outside Schlatt's bedroom.

In your semi-drunken haze, a sense of familiarity washed over you, and without much thought, you gently pushed open the door. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting a warm hue over the space. Schlatt lay sprawled on the bed, fast asleep.

A faint smile danced across your lips as you made your way over to his side, your thoughts muddled but your instincts telling you that this was the right thing to do. You slipped under the covers beside him, the warmth of the bed inviting.

Schlatt stirred at the movement, roused from his slumber by your unexpected presence. He blinked groggily, trying to make sense of the situation. You nestled closer to him, seeking comfort in your semi-conscious state. The soft, innocent gesture caught him off guard, leaving him slightly bewildered.

He hesitated, unsure of what to do. Your breathing evened out as you quickly drifted off to sleep, snuggling closer to him. Schlatt's heart fluttered inexplicably, a warmth spreading through him at the closeness, even though he'd never admit it.

Part of him wanted to push you away, to remind you that you were in his bed, but the other part—the part he buried deep down—enjoyed having you there. He grappled with conflicting thoughts, but in the end, he chose not to disturb your slumber.

In a bid to rationalize the situation, Schlatt lightly draped an arm around you, telling himself it was merely to get more comfortable. The touch sent a jolt through him, a sensation he couldn't quite comprehend. He shifted slightly, allowing you to cuddle closer, a flush creeping up his cheeks.

He laid there, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince himself that this was purely a matter of convenience. But deep down, in the solitude of the night, he felt a warmth—an inexplicable happiness that he couldn't quite shake off.

And so, in the quiet of the Texas night, beneath the canopy of stars, you slept soundly, unaware of the subtle fluttering in Schlatt's heart, as he, too, found a sense of unusual contentment in the unexpected closeness.

#jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #chuckle sammy #jschlatt #schlatt #jschlatt x you #chuckle sandwich x reader #schlatt x you

[lilly-chou-chou]

Evolution of Gyaru

Hello everyone the long awaited post is here!! Sorry for the delay I has gone back to my he country to celebrate Lunar New Year.

As we all know Gyaru was and still is one of the most important fashion movement in the history because it's roots of opposing the "good girl" and "submissive" societal views of women that Japan had imposed into them.

During 90's with Namie Amuro being the first idol ever to popularize the Gyaru culture created a huge wave of community in all over Japan which eventually created many subcultures under it, over the years gyarus blossomed for 2 decades heavily but around early-mid 2010's the culture slowly died because people were now really trying to shun them out of the society, gyarus was losing it's popularity and old gyarus were getting to age of finding jobs or trying to get married yet the culture is still alive. There have been multiple support and love coming from international fans too.

Egg magazine, which is holy grail for us gyarus followers is still up and running to this day <3

Today i'll show you just a little glimpse of modern gyaru. Hopefully this will help new followers too.

Gyaru of the past:-

So let's start with how gyarus are usually seen, pictures below are gyarus from their peak eras so definitely from 90's to 2000's. They are all different subcultures but they all have one thing in common the eye makeup, gyarus were and are still known for their beautiful luscious eye makeup. They are what you call

They were our guide, our mothers and everything! Gyaru has always been the most supportive community to ever exist, over here women were allowed to cuss, they were allowed to be brash, they were allowed to have male friends without the judgement of two goody shoes with insecurities, they were allowed to wear clothes that liberated them doesn't matter short or modest.

People often forget that gyaru exists more than manba, agejo and kogal, few of the modest and lesser knows subcultures are amekaji and roma gyaru, although amekaji is is blue eyed perfect grass is greener on the other side take of American inspired fashion. Either way it is one of the most fun subculture to exist.

We as gyaru followers ow everything to these past mother figures, without them and without brands like alba rosa, D.I.A and MA*RS we and egg Magazine teaching us what? How? And why? We would never thrive in this era. We owe it to them all even after decades and decades the magazines, scans and tutorials on YouTube by the OG gyarus have done it all <3

Modern Gyaru:-

The pictures below are the present models of Egg magazine. The last OG gyaru issue was stopped in 2014 which was Egg last physical print of magazine but in 2018 Egg came back as online magazine.

A lot has changed in gyaru world. Long gone are the days of owning specific clothing brand or even wearing clothes that resemble even the least of typical gyaru fashion. The only key point which hasn't changed is eye makeup because that is utmost necessary thing for a gyal to have.

Over the years of almost dying to again alive fashion culture the meaning of gyaru has changed a lot, from dressing like the OG gyarus we have now evolved to the whole "gal is mind" mindset, now in this era dressing up as gyal doesn't mean that much because you can still have pointy acrylic nails, iconic eye makeup, wear casual clothes and still be a gyaru.

These days even the gyaru slangs have changed so much like instead of poyo, atonsu, pachikoku now we use yarirafi, kyun-desu, daijuobu-so?, tobu-zo and so on.

Although there are egg models that still somewhat follow OG gyaru fashion like @ / mahiroisme (left) and @ / kae. 06256 (right) on IG.

Conclusion:-

By this post I just wanted to show that as time passes it is inevitable that everything changes and fashion changing is a no brainer. What is hate is companies capitalizing and making their own rules for lure in newbies gyals who would do anything to "fit in" and ring the nostalgia bell for old gyarus and all I have to say is that no, you don't have to spend 100-500$ on eBay trying to find the OG gyaru brands because you can definitely wear your own casual clothes and still be a gyaru because if egg magazine who raised whole generation of x gen, millennials and Gen Z of gyarus then who are we to judge them?

Although if you still wish to dress up like OG then I definitely recommend finding clothes that match the subculture that you want to follow for example I follow agejo, Tsuyome and kogal so I shop in Amazon, local stores, Instagram stores, I order clothes fr abroad the most helpful and fast way to do that finding a vendor and my vendors are all from Instagram. Hope this helps.

I will meet you all in my next post bye gyals <3

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