#i don’t even have money for cigs like????

[tojipie]

Hello my love! I know you’ve been gone for a while but I wanted to stop by and ask if you have any realistic but unhinged toji headcannons? Hopefully this gets you into the spirit of writing again, I don’t mean to overstep. We miss you❤️.

hello sweet anon :( i’ve admittedly been struggling with my mental health a whole ton which is why i’ve been gone but this ask really did help me get back into the groove of writing just a bit <3 thank u for stopping by ! mwah

this is just me saying shit to say it pls don't take this srsly !

content: fluff, mentions of alc, smoking, suggestive talk but not smut, a little angst

was a victim of the xandemic in his late 20s so one of his pupils is a little bigger than the other

initially hated ambulances because of the absurd cost but grew to hate them even more because the attention makes him uncomfortable. oh you want to take his blood pressure? ew, don’t touch him. that’s weird. would rather patch himself up than sit under a gaggle of fluorescent lights for 6 hours in an ER waiting room.

shiu has been a co-signer on every apartment he’s ever rented because his credit score is in the single digits.

picked up vaping on accident after the corner store ran out of cigs when he needed them most. still prefers marlboros because he likes that searing feeling in the back of his throat. throws the cartons out his car window like a freak.

his drivers license is crumpled. like physically crumpled like paper. he has no idea how it happened but when he needs to use it at the liquor store he definitely gets stares.

will forever be devoted to his late wife. mentally at least. she’s the love of his life but in his mind sex with other women isn’t really cheating right? like he uses a condom sometimes so it’s fine probably? he's not gonna stay celibate for the rest of his life. the topic keeps him up at night.

has a scar from an appendectomy right above his v line that women go crazy for. he’s not entirely sure what they like about it but he’s been touched there so many times that it’s morphed into an erogenous zone.

slut for fast food. would rather get a vanilla shake and dip his fries in it till his stomach hurts than spend time at a sit-down restaurant. eats like shit but still maintains his physique, infuriatingly enough.

hates being in public more than you’d think. it’s a deeply uncomfortable feeling that stems from the risk that being discovered poses during jobs. he prefers to have groceries ordered, meals delivered, and shiu take his car down to the shop if needed. if hes out and about he’s either at the casino tables or the liquor store.

is down for whatever if the price is right. like truly. older women love what he has going on which works well in his favor because it puts a roof over his head. absolutely no shame once money is involved.

has tried to get help for his gambling addiction a few brief times. got close once and then decided to hit the blackjack tables to celebrate his progress. he jokes about how things ended up from time to time but deep down he knows it’s pretty serious.

shops at the goodwill bins mostly. made an effort to stop stealing as much because of how dirt cheap the thrift is but couldn't stick to it. likes to go down the jeans isle and look for change in the pockets. his biggest score was a 5 dollar bill that had been through the washer so many times it was practically blank.

there's a little voice in the back of his head telling him to have more kids and he's not opposed to listening.

#adah’s asks #fushiguro toji #toji drabbles #toji hcs #toji hc #toji headcanons #zenin toji #toji #toji fluff #jjk toji #jjk #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #fushiguro #toji smut #jujutsu toji #toji zenin #toji imagine #toji x reader #fushiguro toji fluff

[emmaiooo]

you're weak.

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6:43 PM.

“we’re still on tonight right?”

      “sorry. can’t.”

“why???”

“hello…?”

you huffed at the message, why is he not responding? it's not like he has some teen boy shit to do. opening your phone once again, you dialed geto. “yo it’s geto, leave a message after the beep.” you sighed, “you guys didn’t abandon me right..?” you whispered after the beep, then hung up and laid on your bed. 

NEXT DAY - 7:56 AM.

“morning guys!” you smiled happily at the duo, bringing your hand up to give gojo a high-five, like you always do. “oh uh, not right now y/n, we have class.” gojo shuffled away from your presence. you froze. “o-okay.” you gave him a weak smile, and turned around to walk to your class. as you walked away, you saw from the corner of your eye that geto was whispering something to gojo. damn, where is shoko?

4:12 PM

“here.” shoko handed you a drink as you were sitting on the stairs of jujutsu high. you looked up, shoko had a cig in her mouth as you grabbed the sparkling soda from her hand. “thanks.” you mumbled. you both sat there in silence, waiting for someone to say something. “seems like they’re ignoring you.” shoko said, finally breaking the silence. “where were you shoko?” you asked, opening the soda can. “had a bunch of tests for medical school, passed with flying marks.” shoko smiled as she made a peace sign next to her face. “hah, really? you definitely cheated.” you giggled, letting out a breathy laugh. “i’m…going to go to medical school now, so i’ll be absent more.” shoko said, taking a breath from her cig. “oh…okay.” you said quietly, looking down. shit. now what are you going to do? you wished you were in a normal highschool, with a normal amount of kids, so there's not only just four people in your grade. you don’t even have anyone to hang out with now, no one to talk to. even the first years shunned you. haibara said he had bad feelings from you, and nanami is just not talkative and listens to haibara. utahime didn’t like you either, and mei mei is only interested in getting money, which you had none of. stupid fucking curse. your cursed technique always scared people, you had sharp fangs and always had a pale look on you. you looked like you were cosplaying as a vampire to normal human beings. everyone hated you because you were scary to look at. 

FEW MONTHS LATER - 11:30 AM - THREE SECOND YEAR STUDENTS SENT TO TAKE CARE OF A SPECIAL GRADE CURSE; ONE SEVERELY INJURED.

“you’re so fucking stupid! can’t even do one thing right when we asked you to! this doesn’t make sense at all, you are a special grade sorcerer!” gojo yelled at you, you have never seen him this mad before. “sa-” you said, before getting cut off by gojo. “don’t call me satoru. it’s gojo to you.” he spat out, looking at you without his glasses, which had long been gone since the fight with the curse. “g-gojo, we still managed to kill the curse, and shoko can use rct on geto!” you tried reasoning with satoru. indeed, it was your fault that you made a small mistake on the mission, but gojo couldn’t be blaming the whole thing on you right? geto can survive this, the doctor’s said it too. you don’t get why gojo is so upset about this whole ordeal. gojo groaned loudly, “y/n this is why you can’t do shit. i’m going to talk to yaga about not having any missions with you anymore, you can go on missions by yourself. you’re a special grade anyway.” gojo rolled his eyes as he started to walk back into geto’s room. you sat there, letting all the words sink in. just one more year, one more year with them and you can finally leave. 

2 MONTHS LATER - 9:23 PM

“y/n! are you okay? where does it hurt?” shoko ran to you, “you’re so stupid, why did you go alone on this mission?” shoko was panicking, already trying to heal you after you called her when you were on the brink of death. “uhm…i…” your eyes were blurry, looking around and spotted two males. you could see the anger in gojo’s eyes and the horror in geto’s face. “did you exorcise the curse?” geto asked calmly. shit..you forgot geto needed the curse to eat. “no..” you looked away from him. “oh my god y/n!” gojo groaned and put his hand on his head. “the best thing you could’ve done for us was to trap the curse and wait for us to get here! but now we lost a special grade for geto to absorb.” gojo was clearly irritated. “b-but the curse could’ve killed me! how could you say that?” you cried, thinking about how unreasonable gojo could be. “you’re a special grade and still can’t seem to carry out a simple task, you’re weak.” gojo said with venom, making your heart hurt. “she did her best gojo.” shoko tried to reason with him, still healing your wounds, “and that was good enough.” 

the next day, your wounds were all healed, and your mind was clear. 

“y/n, you sure about moving to kyoto?” - geto

        “yea.”

“alright, we’ll miss you.” 

like hell they would, you thought to yourself. they wouldn’t understand no matter how much you explained to them your feelings. especially gojo, he was born as the strongest, the whole world power balanced after he was born. you could never compare to someone like him. 

get stronger.

the words rang through your head. 

get stronger. 

and you will. 

(honestly this did not turn out the way i wanted it, might get a rework.)

#angst #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #shoko x reader #shoko ieiri x reader #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader angst #geto x reader angst #shoko x reader angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader angst #fanfic #sad #writing is hard #weak

[yngtort]

— Hate to love you

chan | lino | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin

NSFW ★

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Xfem!reader • mdni • established relationship • cheating • choking • hate sex in which hyunjin finds out about your affair and decides to put you in your place

Anonymous : Oof I loooved your jealous fwb Felix fic ♥️ When you have time could you please make a jealous Hyunjin fic? It’s one of my favorite tropes 🥵

It had been two years since you got married. Two years of hyunjin having to deal with your complete and utter disrespect, and he’s just about had it.

You were a spoiled fucking brat. Spending all his money on obscene things, stuff that you didn’t even need. Designer clothes that you never wore filled up both yours and his closet.

and let’s not even get to that mouth of yours. Your tongue was always sharp with blonde, not holding back a single insult. You both argued like hell over small shit like breathing the same air. but y’all blew it so far out of proportion to the point where it becomes a full on war between you too.

And when you weren’t arguing, you weren’t talking at all.

But Hyunjin didn’t blame you for your attitude towards him. you were ripped out of your life in a matter of days Just to satisfy your parents expectations. trust him, he didn’t take lightly to the thought either. He ransacked the house when he found out, flipping out on his parents and tossing old relic vases into the walls. He was just as pissed as you were.

That is, until the day he met you.

Love at first sight, that’s what it was. You were a lot younger back then — your hair was shorter, face was warmer, and your voice was like silk as you begged him to call off the wedding.

“We both don’t want this.” You said with tearful and dejected eyes, hands trembling as you latched onto the hem of his dress shirt.

You looked at him the same way when you walked down the aisle of the church.

and during your honeymoon,

and at the birth of your kids,

You hated him with every fiber of your being and he knew it.

So he allowed you to be the snobby bitch that you are to him. It’s the price he’d have to pay for locking you away with a ring.

But there was one thing he could not stand the thought of, You deceiving him and going behind his back to be with another man. so he’s absolutely fuming as he stares at the photos on his phone. You’re seen walking hand in hand into a brothel with some long haired blondie. Had it not been for the fact that he’d just cut and dyed his hair, hyunjin would’ve thought it was him that you were with in these photos.

it was sickening, seeing articles alluding that you had been spending money —his money— on a male escort. Writers degrade the integrity of his character and your relationship— ridiculing his fathers company.

And it’s all your fault.

So you’re gonna pay for it.

It’s eerily quiet when you walk into the house. Not that it was ever loud or anything, but usually you could hear the faint sound of your kids playing in their room— tv running and soft giggles ringing in your ears.

But today, you were met by complete and utter silence. “I’m home,” you say to no one in particular, shrugging your jacket off your shoulders and hanging it on the coat rack.

You step deeper into the house, peeking in each room until you’ve reached hyunjin’s office. The door was ajar which threw you off completely. It was always kept locked unless he was here.

But he was supposed to be at the company today.

“Hyunjin.” You peeked your head in, immediately meeting with the man you wedded. He was leant on his desk, cigarette between his lips as his dark eyes stared back at you.

“What are you doing here? Where’s my children?"Hyunjin chuckled at the question, head shaking at you as you looked at him— trying to figure out what’s so funny.

He took a long, long drag from the cig, blowing the smoke out into the air right after. “I decided they needed a night away from their cheating mother,"

You sighed hearing his words, “I wanted to take them out to dinner.”

“You’re not even gonna deny it?” Hyunjin said with a scoff, clear disgust written across his face.

"There’s articles out about it now. There’s no point in lying” your shrug, “just buy off the writer or something. Your reputation won’t be tarnished for long.”

Hyunjin laughed in complete disbelief. You really didn’t care about any of this. It was all just a game to you, he was a game to you.

He put the cigarette before pushing off the desk and walking over to you, a tall figure towering down. “I can’t believe you.”

“I let you do what you want, walk over me and spend every dime…and this is what I get in return?” He snaps, voice laced with fire. “Had I known that you’d turn out to be a whore, I wouldn’t have married you.”

“I never asked for this, I never asked to be your wife.”

"And yet, here we are," Hyunjin countered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're married to me, y/n. You're the mother of my children. So, I expect you to act with some semblance of decency and respect.”

“And if I don’t?” You tested, taking a step forward as you pressed a finger to his chest. “just what are you gonna do about-“

It only took a few seconds, so swift and fast that you couldn’t even register the stinging pain of your back slamming into the wall and a hand wrapping around your neck.

“I’ll teach you how to respect me,” he growled as he held you there. your hands instinctively grip his wrist, nails digging into his skin. “You’ll learn your place in this house and you will never disobey me again.”

“I’ll never respect you, I hate you.” You bite, trying to fight your way out of his hold but hyunjins grip his firm— just barely enough to let you breathe.

"you hate me so much, yet you had to go find a man that looks exactly like me?" Hyunjin said, a smirk brewing on his face. “doesn’t seem like hatred to me.”

He watches in amusement as you visibly tense. Maybe the guy did resemble your husband, but so what? You didn’t pick him specifically for that reason….you think. All that sass your little body had, flew right out of the window as he closed the distance between the two of you.

“Tell me, was he even half as good as me? Or are you just a slut that enjoys sloppy dick?” He taunts as his free hand slides its way into your leggings and over your cunt.

“F-fuck you” you stuttered, feeling his fingers rub against your clothed folds— wetness seeping through the fabric.

“That's right. Fuck me, and only me.” Hyunjin whispers into your ear as his slinder fingers pass your panties into your sopping hole. He pumps them with ease, making sure to press against your cervix to draw out those loud moans of yours.

“Ngh, stop it..”you slur out, trying so hard not to submit but his fingers were working you good, your knees are just four more pumps from giving out. “hate you s’much..”

“That’s okay, baby.” He said, nose brushing against yours— “just gotta fuck you until you love me.”

With that, hyunjin latched his lips onto yours, eating up every moan you let out as he fingers you against the wall, thumb circling your clit in tight circles. N you’re like that for while, melting away with every thrust until your back arched— sending your chest against his.

Hyunjin smirks feeling you gush all over him, walls clenching and sucking on his digits for more, “such an easy little girl. Horny for anyone who bats an eye at you.” He teases as he frees his pulls back.

You’re so weak, almost sliding the wall— but your husband doesn’t let you.“S-stop it! Put me down!” You protest as He hoists you up, forcibly wrapping your legs around himself as he leads you to his desk.

He ignores your cries and places you there, pushing down on your back. Paper’s scrunching under you, pens dropping to the floor as you’re spread out for him to take.

Hyun hisses as he yanks your bottoms down, astonished at how your cunt glistened under his desk light. “so wet and yet you cry for me to stop.”

“t-that’s because-“

“Because you’re a whore? I know that already.” He said before kneeling down, coming face to face with your need. Gently he pushes his head forward, and in one swift motion, his tongue plunges into your slick heat, groaning as your taste coats his tongue.

Your head falls back, mewls leaving your lips as he devours your sensitive cunt. Tongue lapping over the bud, making you completely dizzy.

“Hyun, fuck, just like that, mm gonna cum” you cried, high just a few steps away.

“Don’t you dare.” Hyun grunts before pulling back, denying you release before two fingers plunging into you instead. “you don’t deserve it.”

“No, no, please.” You sob, legs closed around his wrist as he finger Fucks for the second time today. “‘Mm sorry,”

Hyun chuckles darkly, “you’re not sorry, but you will be soon.” He groans, replacing his fingers with his cock, slowly pushing in. Inch by inch he fills you up, nestling deep inside, his hands holding your thighs open.

He slams his hips forward, heavy girth railing you with no remorse, claiming your tightness as his own.

“Dumb girl.” Thrust, “Can’t keep your legs closed” Thrust, “needa wash your filthy cunt out with my cum” Thrust.

He growls lowly as he feels himself getting closer to the edge, his cock throbbing inside of you. "You’re gonna be a good loyal wife now, aren't you? Let me use you when I want?"

“Y-yes, I’ll be s’good.” you answer, barely even there— mind lost in a headspace you’ve never even explored before. “Yours, y/ns yours.”

“Say it, “ Hyun bites out, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulls back before slamming forward again, the force of his movements causing your body to jerk forward each time. “Tell me you love me.”

“Fuck, I-I love you..love you s’much hyunie.”

With a final thrust, Hyunjin hips slam against yours, pushing his dick as deep inside you as it can go before releasing his seed. His hands grip your hips tighter as he holds himself there, panting heavily as he fills you to the brim.

"That's it...that's it...gotta make more pretty babies” he rubs your tummy, slowly pumping his load deeper into you and making you whine.

Hyunjin slowly reels back, dick leaving your hole with a wet pop. “I love you so much, beautiful.”

“Love you more.”

:)

Nni : finally did my first request !! Whoop!! I hope you liked it <3 wanna do more, so start sending people !!

Tinytags (comment to be added) : @sydnerss @sunnyyangie @panjakes @foxinnie8 @inniescandy-01

#kpop fanfic #stray kids imagines #kpop imagines #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #straykids x reader #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin smut #hyunjin x you #hyunjin #nnipadz

[madaqueue]

Practice Makes Perfect | Chapter 5

synopsis: you and yuji have been best friends basically as long as you can remember, and you made a promise to each other to stay friends and help each other be the best versions of yourselves for your future partners. but will things change when yuji finally starts looking for a relationship?

pairing: yuji itadori (18+) x f!reader

themes/content: modern college au (characters aged up to 18+). language, smut. oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), gagging. 18+, MDNI

word count: 2.2 k

a/n: i need a fucking cig after writing this chapter lmao

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Yuji’s eyes grow wide and he nearly spits out his food at your request. He knew you were direct, but holy shit, he never would have expected this. Frankly, you don’t know where the sudden confidence came from either - was it jealousy? Anger? Lust?

He tries to hide a choke while moving his hands down over his lap, hoping you don’t notice the growing bulge in his slacks as he mentally processes what you just asked him.

“Did you hear me, Yu?” you say, leaning over the table slightly so your cleavage becomes more visible. “I said-”

“I-I heard you,” he cuts off with a stutter, his eyes trying to look everywhere but your now exposed chest.

“So, what do you think then? Is that alright with you?” your tone sultry as you bring an elbow up to the table and rest your chin on your open palm.

“Y-yes, of course,” he stutters, face turning red. “When were you thinking? I mean, your date is tomorrow, so I guess now? Should w-we go? We can go now,” he rambles.

You reach your other hand up to his cheek trying to calm him, his skin hot under your touch as you nod. A small “Mhm” purrs through your lips

What has gotten into you? You have never been this direct with anything in your life, and now you’re suddenly asking to give your best friend head? You blame it on being excited for your date with Megumi. Then again, you’re not even sure it is a date, since he did see you on Yuji’s bed the first time you met. You don’t even know if you have feelings for him, you just felt your mind get cloudy when Yuji smiled down at that damn phone and it’s like your body was moving on its own before you could catch up.

Yuji stands up, grabs his wallet out of his pocket and drops a few $100 bills on the table before holding out his hand for yours. You grab it and stand, eyes widening at the cash he just casually dropped on the table. “Holy shit Yu, where’d you get that kind of money?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says with a sheepish grin as he pulls you through the restaurant and outside. Honestly, it was all of the money he had budgeted for this date and his one next week with Nobara, and it was probably nearly double the cost of your entire meal, but he just couldn’t wait for them to bring the check. He had to have you, now.

The walk back to your dorm was nearly silent, Yuji’s hand not leaving yours the entire time and you could feel his palm getting slightly clammy as he refused to untangle his fingers from yours. You open the door to your room and realize it’s Yuji’s first time ever seeing it. His eyes glance around, noting the off-white bedding and pink pillows, matching the pink rug on the floor. There’s a soft glow from the string lights hanging up around the walls and the soft scent of vanilla hits his nose as he steps in and takes his shoes off. “It smells like you,” he whispers, almost to himself.

You close the door behind him and step out of your heels, feeling the cold ground underneath your feet as you guide him to the bed, hands still linked together. He stands in front of the bed and you start to slowly undo the buttons on his shirt, looking up to him for approval and he responds with a slight nod. You never realized before now, but Yuji was tall. Was he always this tall? It felt like he was towering over you as your hands worked his shirt off. His hands were behind him against the bed, needing the extra support or else he worried he might fall over, his heart was beating so fast.

When you get to the last button he almost instantly tosses his sport coat and shirt across the room, landing in a pile in front of your closet. Now shirtless in front of you, your hands lazily traced down his abs - again, when did he get so toned? He ate like shit, and even though you did recall him mentioning going to the gym everyday, how was this body hiding under those loose sweatshirts the whole time?

His breath hitches as your fingers reach the hem of his pants. “H-hah,” he breathes. “Y-your hands are soft,” he practically blurts out. A moment of silence passes. “So um, what now?” he tries to redirect.

You aren’t quite sure either. You pause for a moment, fingers looped around his waistband. You realize that if this is going where you expect it is, you don’t really want to ruin your dress (it was a wager even wearing a nice outfit around Yuji given the wine-debacle that happened last time), so you slowly take it off without saying anything, leaving you in a similar matching black bra and panty set to the one he accidentally saw you in last time, but this one notably showing more cleavage and ass, although you hadn’t turned around so Yuji could see it yet.

“Wow” he breathes. “All that for me?” he teases, and you roll your eyes in response.

Trying to think of what to do next, you realize it’s probably easiest if Yuji just stays standing where he is rather than trying to fit both of you on your twin bed. You slide down onto your knees in front of him, feeling the carpet rubbing against you as you bring your hands into your lap. Tilting your head, you look up at him. He feels his heart nearly leap out of his chest and his cock twitch at the eye contact, trying to shut down the thought of how pretty you look on your knees. Your hands slide up his pants and back to his waistband, this time undoing his belt, button, and lowering the zipper. You slowly pull his pants down to his ankles and he steps out of them, kicking them to the side. He’s left in only his black boxers, a visible tent forming in the middle.

The scene causes you to shiver, feeling the space between your legs growing wet. You look up at him one more time and he reaches a hand down to your face, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek. You swallow and slowly pull his boxers down, his cock bouncing out and nearly hitting him in the stomach from how hard he is.

Holy. Shit. Yuji is huge. Your eyes widen involuntarily and your mouth starts to water as you try to think through the logistics of what you’re about to do. You look down at your wrist for a hair tie so you don’t have to worry about it getting in your way, but you must have forgotten one today. Of course, you think to yourself, the one day you need it. Almost as if he can read your mind, Yuji reaches his other hand down to the side of your face and pulls your hair back for you, holding it behind your head in a makeshift ponytail. “I got you,” he hums, looking down at you. You smile up at him in acknowledgement before turning your attention back to the task at hand.

You lick your lips, trying to plan where to even start. His flushed tip is almost perfectly level with your mouth, a drop of precum leaking out of it. You reach one hand up to his thigh to steady yourself and one around the base of his shaft. Parting your lips slightly, you lick the precum from his slit as he lets out a soft moan. Okay, so that’s good, you think. You open your mouth slightly farther and move his tip into your mouth, gliding your tongue around it. Another guttural moan leaves Yuji’s lips, this one slightly deeper than the last.

So far so good, but eventually you’re going to have to figure out how to take all of him down your throat. To get a better gauge of how difficult that will be, you pull your lips away and instead move to where your hand rests at his base. Sticking your tongue out, you lick up his length. His hands start shaking as they hold your hair back and his breathing speeds up. “That feel good?” you ask softly, knowing the answer. He looks down at you and eagerly nods.

With your confidence building, you open your mouth wider and begin sliding his cock into your mouth and down your throat. A soft “F-fuck” leaves his lips as you work your way down slowly. Suddenly, you stop. Shit. You can feel yourself hitting the back of your throat, and when you open your eyes you’re barely halfway down his length.

Yuji’s body takes over for him as you feel a pressure on the back of your head. He doesn’t even realize he’s moving you, all he knows is that he needs more. You let out a groan that vibrates along his cock as he pushes himself farther into your throat. “That’s my girl,” he praises without thinking, “take all of me. You can do it”

The words and the feeling of his tip reaching farther into you causes that familiar warmth to pool between your legs. You instinctively start grinding your hips against your legs, trying to get any sort of friction. Your lips hit the hand you previously held around his base, letting you know you’re almost there. You move that hand to his waist and grip him hard, using the force to pull your head towards him. Your nose hits against his pelvis as you take the rest of him into your mouth, desperately trying not to let your gag reflex get the better of you.

You feel his cock twitch in your mouth as your tongue moves along the bottom of him, slowly removing your mouth. You sharply inhale when you finally pull far enough out to breathe again, making sure to keep his tip between your lips as you slowly roll your tongue around it.

Now determined, you suck in another breath before starting back down his length again. This time you do it without any help from Yuji. Your head continues bobbing along his dick, and you feel it get easier to take each time you slide him to the back of your throat. You start paying attention to when he takes in gasps or lets out soft moans, making a mental note of what feels good without having to ask each time.

As you continue, you start being able to feel how you’ve soaked through your panties. Since you no longer need both hands, you move one down between your legs to slowly rub against your needy clit. The action forces a moan out of your throat, something you know Yuji likes because he immediately responds with a deep groan. Only this time, he continues, “Fuck, just like that. Keep going, please,” he practically begs. You take his full length into your mouth as you continue tracing circles around your wet cunt. “I-I’m gonna cum,” he breathlessly groans. All of a sudden his hands start shaking and he thrusts his hips up, pushing himself impossibly farther into your mouth. A sound, somewhere between a groan and a whine, escapes his lips, as you feel ropes of cum shoot down the back of your throat. You swallow it instinctively, barely noting the salty taste. You gently slide your lips off from around his cock as his hands fall away from your hair and down to his side.

Sitting back on your knees, you tilt your head up to look at Yuji, who stands above you with his eyes closed, panting. “You don’t, shit, you don’t have to swallow, I’m sorry-” he starts, eyes still closed.

You cut him off by suddenly standing up and attaching your lips to his, the feeling causing him to shiver against the bed. His hair has fallen forward and is slightly damp with sweat as it brushes against your forehead. Pulling away from the kiss for a moment, you whisper against his lips “Don’t apologize,” before pressing your lips against the side of his mouth, placing a gentle kiss before moving back and letting him catch his breath.

He finally meets your gaze with half-lidded eyes, pupils wide. A lopsided grin immediately forms on his face as he collapses onto the bed behind him. “Wow,” he whispers, “you are like, crazy good at that.”

You can’t help but giggle at the praise as you hop onto the bed next to him. “So, no notes?” you tease, placing another kiss onto his cheek as his smile just continues to grow.

“No notes,” he affirms, relishing in the full-body euphoria he is currently experiencing as he shuts his eyes. “Wait a minute,” he pauses, opening his eyes to look at the ceiling. “You were…you were doing something, during that, weren’t you?” He turns his gaze to you.

“What? Oh, you mean when I was touching myself?” you answer hesitantly.

“Yeah,” he responds, slowly moving towards you, “that.” You’re suddenly face to face with him, and you realize just how fucked-out Yuji looks. His brown eyes are practically completely black from his blown out pupils, his mouth loosely hanging open in a grin. He reaches a hand up to push his pink hair out of his eyes, never once removing his gaze from your lips. “You know, I’ve never had a chance to practice that before.”

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[suguruplsr]

A rekindled flame

✰ no summary for this one!

જ⁀➴ i kinda wanna make this a series hehee <33 (here’s a fic that’s kinda related!)

,, toji fushiguro x fem reader , modern au w/ a little dark content mentioned (robbing , killing , drugs , gangs , gun [tiny bit]) , reader doesn’t live in a good place & is mentioned to smoke , toji is mentioned to kill ppl , slight angst w/ comfort , they were together in the past , idk what else lmk!

divider @/benkeibear

you lived in a.. not so great area. ran by gangs and drug lords. sure there was a few good things in your little fucked up part of the city, like the old lady at the gas station down the street. she always carries a gun, preferably a shotgun, which you thought was typical at first. but after she saved your life one time, you check up on her whenever you go get your pack of cigarettes. and you’ve baby sat her grandchildren a few times, sweet children.

there’s also the club a few blocks away, lively and filled with people at night who just want to fuck and drink away their problems. something you admit to doing a couple of times, but who wouldn’t? living in a shitty environment while making little money, you can’t help but want to forget it sometimes. but unfortunately, with a mom who doesn’t want anything to do with her ‘mental’ daughter, and a father whose never been in your life, living here was the only thing you could afford. you hope your 30s will be better than this.

but at least you have few other good things in this good for nothing town. nice friends, you know they’re mixed up with the wrong people, but you’re far too deep to actually pull away without possibly getting your house robbed or better yet, killed. however, you hate they’re on good terms with someone like toji fushiguro.

“and whose this one? she’s new.” a looming voice breaks you from your thoughts. looking up from the decorative purse you wore, after fiddling with it for the past hour or so, you met a pair of dark eyes that belonged to the infamous toji fushiguro. he was known for his connections throughout the city, even getting good words in from stinky business men who just needed an extra hand in getting rid of competitors.

“oh that’s name, we kinda dragged her here so don’t mind her.” one of your friends speak for you, a nervous chuckle leaving them as you let out a little sigh in relief. you could use a cig right now, it’s been hours since you guys got here, smoking and talking about a few dealings at toji’s crib. yet, you had to come because of a few sightings of people near your apartment. people your friends definitely don’t want you to end up getting in contact with.

so you try not to mind taking the 3? 4? hour route of having toji’s eyes occasionally stick to your figure until it’s time for your friends to go.

and just as you all are finally heading out, you feel a large hand stops you from getting up. “weren’t gonna speak to me?” and of course dread is pouring into your body from the way one of your friends look at you. as if you knew the man personally, which unfortunately.. “what are you talking about toji?” and you curse the way his name rolls off your lips perfectly, as if you didn’t ghost the man for three months.

as if you still thought about the familiarity of simply being near him.

“oh you know what i’m sayin’.” he tsks, eyes brows furrowed as he peers down at you. rolling his eyes, toji gestures for everyone to leave with a lazy wave of his hand, “i’m takin’ her home.” “uh, no you are not.” you perk up with scoff. this man is so fucking unbelievable. as you try to walk over to the door, you’re stopped by toji who extends his arm across your body, not letting you get pass him.

“well you two clearly got some shit to talk about.. it’s okay name, you can trust him.” you see the way your friends are hurrying to leave, gathering their stuff and swiftly closing the door with a small slam. it’s silent as you process your situation, your friends just left you with a man who could snap your head in two seconds. a man they don’t know you were ‘seeing’ for months until the summer came.

“sit down.” toji mutters, glancing at you before walking away to his kitchen. was this his way of actually giving you a choice? well knowing him, it probably was. and it makes you rethink your actions.

laying on the couch reminds you of the days he’d crawl between your legs, you both napping or talking quietly with an incense lit by the tv stand. usually, it would be burnt out by the time you two would wake up. the scent lasting a bit and mixing with the spring air that flowed through the many windows you’d open around the house.

“you got comfortable quick.” toji’s smug, walking back to you with a bag of chips, handing them to you and you sit up, “well you forced me to stay here..” you grumble, opening the bag as he sits across from you, crossing his legs. mindlessly, you eat, far too distracted by his features. the way his eyes squint, the noticeable twitch of his lips in annoyance as he checks the new messages in his phone. and it stays just like that until you’re finished, him scrolling on his phone and letting you eat silently as you study his figure that you’ve seen so many times before.

it’s almost like you can’t seem to remember why you deleted his number. but you know you’ll never forget the realizations that came to you months ago.

“go wash your hands, i’ll go start the car.” his words make something rile up within you, why wasn’t he questioning you? or maybe trying to get in your pants and convince you to stay the night. something just didn’t feel right.

“do you want me to say something?” you almost whisper, voice breaking a bit when he’s just staring at you with eyes that make you clench your fist. why couldn’t he at least be angry? you both knew you had something serious, only for you to throw it all away. but you know you have no right to throw a fit about it, and you feel like it’s wrong to want to question why he isn’t upset, or disappointed.

but why do all this?

“well you technically did say ‘something’— heh, but i’m not expecting anything sweetheart. just takin’ care of ya.” toji gives a lazy grin, one that makes your stomach twist. you sigh internally, still feeling guilt ridden. why was he still like this? you knew he was more catering to you when you two had first started dating, but why would he still do this.

“y’know i would’ve tried cooking somethin’ if i went grocery shopping, but i doubt i could pick out all the good stuff like you do..” he murmurs. and it’s your last straw, getting up and following his previous instructions. but when you walk back in the living room he’s finally standing up, handing you one of his large coats off his rack. a simple large and black one made of cotton, it was always your favorite one to wear back when there were cold days in february.

fighting the turmoil within you as toji opens the door, you speak up with every intent to stay true to your words, “toji..” and he makes a noise of acknowledgment, “i’ll tell you why i left you so suddenly like that.. but please understand it’s gonna be when i’m ready..” and the cold november air hits you as you walk out, your furry boots clacking along little bits of early snow.

but he stays silent, it doesn’t feel like the heavy tension you thought it’d be, just something you can’t describe. before you can go down the flight of stairs, a arm wraps around your waist, your body being turned to look at toji. “huh—“ “i never needed to know baby. you’re here now aren’t ‘cha? even if it may not be long.” toji’s assuring smile makes your eyes water, trying to swallow down the lump in your throat filled with everything that’s been eating you alive.

“sorry. m’sorry, sorry, so sorry..” your trails of apologies turn into small sobs as he pulls you into a hug. he shouldn’t be doing this. why is he comforting you when you’re the one who hurt him? what kind of logic is that. is this really the same man who kills for a living?

“p-promise i won’t leave again. i promise.”

“don’t say stupid things like that pretty. you’re a smart girl.”

“but i’ll do it for you..”

#jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen x reader #jjk x fem!reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen #jjk x you #toji x you #toji x y/n #jjk toji #toji fluff #toji fushiguro #jujutsu toji #toji zenin #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x poc!reader #toji x female reader #toji fushigro x reader #jujustu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff

[weixuldo]

Linecook Anakin HCs

pleaseeee i cannot get this idea out of my mind (maybe i’m just tryna romanticize my job lol) also lemme just say this list is hella unorganized ( just like my brain lol)

warnings: cursing, ani is a typical horny young adult, smoking; weed

Muscular arms, veins!!

Beautiful blue eyes look up at the screen to see the next meal prep (you imagine those same eyes looking up at you like that if you ever get him on his knees)

He always finds something to compliment you on (even though there’s not much room for expression due to the standard comply uniform)

He’s almost always working cause he wants money and honestly doesn’t mind the atmosphere of the kitchen. 

Plus weed isn't cheap and he likes to smoke :)

On breaks you’ll often see him out back smoking a cig or a vape (depending on his mood).

“You know that stuff is bad for you right?” 

“Yea, i dont really give a shit tho”

You roll your eyes, “well don’t tell me I didn’t warn you when you’re carrying around an oxygen tank in thirty years”

He sent a play sad face your way and exclaimed “That’s so sweet, you’re looking out for my health”

“You’re so full of shit Skywalker” you say as you go back inside.

Though, after that encounter you notice he started to chew a lot more gum and smoke a lot less

He flirts with other waitresses too, but you are definitely his favorite

Reaches stuff on the top shelf when you can't. 

“Need some help princess?”

Winks at you from behind the window

Before you got to know him, you were a little afraid of him

He’s honestly so good at his job that it’s scary- he rarely messes up an order and if it's messed up it’s usually ‘cause someone rang it in wrong.

He’d be messing around one minute then barking orders at people when it got busy- he was always so focused on whatever he was doing whether it be cooking the meat, tossing salads, making desserts, etc

You used to see him roll his eyes or talk shit to other waitresses when they didnt do something right. 

“There’s a button for that ya know-”

“You didn’t tell me no onions”

“Ring it in if he wants it that way- I got too many orders to keep up with the shit you’re tellin’ me”

But he seems to be nicer to you…

“Hey Ani- could I get no tomatoes on this please”

“Sure thing, sweetheart”

“There’s my favorite girl” he says when you walk into the back. 

Some servers get jealous of his blatant favoritism (he takes longer on their orders when they’re nasty to you)

The other cooks get along with him fine

You can often find them goofing around in the back

But they think he’s waaaaay too handsome for his own good.

“Why you workin’ here when you could be on the cover of a magazine?”

“He’s here cause Skywalker’s got terrible manners and no game” another cook laughed.

“the fuck I dont” Anakin responded as the rest of the cooks all laughed along. 

His coworkers like to tease him when they see how flirty he gets when you come around. 

Nicknames include: “Pretty boy”, “player”, “heartthrob”

The heat of the appliances mixed with the rush of the night end up giving him a sheen of sweat and a warm blush to his pretty face. 

Ngl, this man would get greasy by the end of the night…

Dried food, condiments,and oils staining his black shirt

By the end of the shift he would have a lingering smell of char from the grill as well as a combined smell of all the food in the kitchen and his own musk from his sweat.

But the blend of labored scents mixed with his cheap cologne and deodorant made for an oddly enticing aroma.

You would joke with him during closing about how bad he smelled, though deep down you knew you liked it. 

“Yea, well we can’t all be in the front smelling like daisies and sunshine” he joked. 

He thought you smelled nice? You had worked a full day too- there was no way.

You insisted you didn’t smell much better than him but he shook his head, “nah princess, I could breathe you in all day”

That may have been a little creepy coming from anyone else, but it was anakin… the hottest guy in the restaurant, the talented cook, the guy you had a huge crush on. 

He’ll saunter into the back while you’re rolling your silverware and chat with you

“Ugh, I’m so ready to ge the fuck outta here” he sighs.

“Tell me about it, today has been so long” 

“Have you atleast made decent money?” 

“Yeah”

He laughs

“What’s so funny?”

“I don’t know why I even asked if you made good money- I should know the answer to that when talking to a girl with such a pretty face,” he says, before slipping back into the kitchen, leaving you with a heavy blush. 

He loves when you’re on ice for side work because the ice machine is right by him in the kitchen 

He likes to watch your ass as you bend down to shovel the ice- if he’s lucky he catches a glimpse of your lacy panties as they ride up your hips. 

When it’s not busy he carries the bucket for you and revels in all of your adorable “thank you’s”

His least favorite side work for you is when you are assigned to the front house because that means you’ll be spending most of the night in the dining area rather than in the back with him. 

Asks what you’re doing on your day off. 

“Probably gonna get high with some friends”

His eyes widened, “you smoke?!”

“Occasionally”

“Weren’t you the one who told me i’d be toting around an oxygen tank?” he quipped and you rolled your eyes. 

“Chill out pretty boy, I mainly just do eddies”

“And you never told me this?!” he grabbed at his heart with a dramatic expression. 

With the new info he spends the next few days working up the nerve to ask you to smoke with him sometime. 

Lucky for him, you’re closing on Saturday and so is he. 

After you check out all of the other servers and do your side work, you head to your car but Anakin calls your name before you leave the kitchen. 

He invites you to hot box in his car before you go and to his surprise you agree (you had a rough night, so why not? plus he is your crush after all)

You get into his car and unbutton your top a bit, it was hot in the restaurant today. 

He turns on the AC and steals a glance at the lacy bra you have on. 

After passing around a blunt the two of you are getting up there; maybe it’s the delirium or maybe it’s the weed, but he is looking finer than ever

you can’t help but hold the blunt between your fingers as you lean across the center console and press your lips against his

he sucks in a breath in surprise before he returns the action.

soon you’re on his lap, grinding on his growing bulge as he runs his strong hands through your hair and all along your body

tbh, you don’t even care that you have open shift tomorrow- this is worth being sleepy

#anakin is so hot #line cook anakin #anakin needs a hug #hcs #anakin hcs #anakin x fem reader #anakin x reader #anakin #star wars #star wars x reader #anakin x you #restraunt #restraunt au

[gingerylangylang1979]

Riddle me this... Why did it hit so different when Sydney came back?

I know what the cast and crew, and many fans, are saying. But none of them has yet explained that ending scene between Carmy and Sydney in E8 if it shouldn’t have a romantic subtext. Fine, if they didn’t intend it to be romantic, then why was it so extra? It’s moments like that that make shippers go, wait a minute, you DIDN’T write/act that to mean anything and feel gaslit?

I’ve talked before about how he halts as she walks in, sunlit and shy, and he just stares dreamily until he gets it together enough to speak. But it isn’t just that (although that’s really enough). When Sydney comes back it hits hard. 

It hits harder than when Marcus comes back. Marcus leaving doesn’t hit as hard. I know we/they all love Marcus, but he isn’t mentioned when he’s gone. Sydney is. Not only is she mentioned by Tina during prep, before that Carmy brings her up when Tina reminds him of her. Carmy finds her notebook. Carmy reaches out to her first. He doesn’t see anything that reminds him of Marcus. He doesn’t reach out to Marcus to apologize first. He doesn’t stroke Marcus’s Pantone book as he has deep thoughts. 

Even when Marcus and Carmy have their alley talk, it’s bonding but it’s way different than his alley talk with Sydney. With Marcus, Carmy just happens to stumble upon him, they share their fails as Carmy has a cig, they have a bro moment, and get back to it. With Sydney, Carmy sought her out, he doesn’t smoke, he brought her food, he came with purpose, to make amends and listen. He sits all the way down to talk with her. He shares more than a professional fail with her, he shares a personal tragedy, and his own trauma, and attempt to heal. 

When Marcus comes back he has a brief moment of forgiveness with Carmy but things swiftly move on. When Sydney comes back it’s A MOMENT. So if there is nothing to them beyond professional, why was it so unique and dramatic when she comes back? She is tied in so deep with the complexity of Mikey’s note and finding the money. She is prominent leading up to one and almost directly after the other. 

Sydney is different. They have shown her to be different. We see her as different. 

So what were we supposed to be interpreting from all of that if not romance? If they didn’t intend that I still don’t get how The Bear peeps think we are crazy for picking that up given what they put down. 

#the bear fx #the bear hulu #carmy berzatto #sydney adamu #chefs kiss #carmy x sydney #syd x carmen #jeremy allen white #ayo edebiri

[fawntarot999]

What is your new 2023 aesthetic? 💁‍♀️👑💄

Close your eyes and take a deep breath, then pick a pile �� don’t think too much 💋

Decks ~ Mystic Mondays Tarot, Fyodor Pavlov Tarot, The Herbiary Oracle, Rider-Waite Tarot, Rebel Deck Oracle, Tarot of the Cat People

Pictures are from Pinterest, I do not own them

Pile I ~ Jackie

King of Cups, 2 of Wands rx, 8 of Pentacles, 3 of Swords, 7 of Pentacles, Rose, Fool rx, Tower rx, Fucking Apologize, Blank

Hahahaha, okay Jackie you got hurt and now your coming back with a vengeance, huh? It’s real though. It’s not a fake bad bitch energy, it’s an actual prosperity energy. Let’s think Megan Fox aesthetic. 2023 is the year in which you should begin to pursue your creative desires more passionately and in more of a business sense. Stop planning and thinking so much and go get it because the energy is there to turn your emotions into art into money. You were deeply hurt last year. Heartbroken. Some of you were cheated on. This year is your restart. This is the year you’re done playing a fool and waiting for more bad events to happen. It’s the year you start over and learn how to crack open and be beautifully in sync with your emotions. Your challenge this year is forgiving yourself and practicing self care. Forgive yourself and apologize to everyone you’ve wronged. You’re literally being given a blank slate (your last card is blank) and all I hear in my head is “the rest is unwrittennnn”. Single, making money, being creative, bad bitch energy, reds, pinks, oranges, THE WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER THIS YEAR!

Spirit Shuffle ~ Both Sides of the Moon by Celeste, WYTYNM by Miles Monaco, Junie by Solange, 6000 degrees by $hyfromdatre, my strange addiction by Billie Eilish

Pile II ~ Skate

Queen of Swords, Lovers, Justice, Chickweed, Tulsi, Justice, Knight of Swords, Don’t Fucking Force It, Temperance, Page of Pentacles

Damn, Skate, ain’t shit slidin by you this year. You’re calling bitches out left, right, and center. This is that “don’t lie to me, I’ll know” energy. Some of you might be feeling emotionally detached as well. I’m seeing an alignment of many things here: being brutally honest and just with others, discovering your own self worth, and this cute little academia bookworm vibe that would be so cute on you this year. I keep seeing the cover of Khalid’s first album as like an aura or energy for you guys this year. I’m seeing a lot of you might be in school or even law school this year. Some of you might be getting a divorce. This is a good fresh energy for that and it feels very positive. This year feels like a “that girl” energy: focused on school or learning, truth, and reading of some kind, and really discovering what it means to have a self love relationship with yourself. The only thing is sometimes you have a tendency to force things or move too quickly. This year is about learning how to let life flow naturally, let things come to you, practice the law of attraction, and find abundance from a place of calm. I’m so excited for you, Skate. This year you will learn how sacred you are.

Spirit Shuffle ~ Sick Shit by Together Pangea, I’m That Type of N**** by The Pharcyde, Brain Soup by Nasty Cherry, Sugar Honey Iced Tea (S.H.I.T.) by Princess Nokia, THERAPY! by Lauren Sanderson

Pile III ~ Cig

Justice rx, 5 of Pentacles rx, Quaking Aspen, Daisy, 2 of Swords, You’re The Shit, Drop The Fucking Ego rx, Empress rx, Rejuvenation (Judgement)

This year you are coming into yourself, Cig. This is your “don’t fuck with me” year. You’re upsetting the scales this year, Cig, and you don’t care anymore who’s mad about it. You’ve been rejected and neglected and had love withheld from you. You’re over that shit. This is some powerful energy and it’s giving “I don’t care what you think about me anymore”. You are learning how to be yourself. You have been the peacekeeper for too long. You’ve been making compromises for others for too long. It’s always a choice between being who you really are and receiving love and resources. You are learning that you SHOULD have an ego because guess what, you’re the fucking shit, Cig. You are learning to integrate the masculine side of you. This could be finding your voice and speaking out, exploring gender and sexuality, or finally feeling enough autonomy to make choices for yourself. When you can employ this masculine side of you, you will feel truly expressed, fulfilled, and reborn. I thought this reading was gonna be light but I think this year is gonna be really transformative for you, Cig. And it will happen through your own choices and agency. You are already perfect 🪷

Spirit Shuffle ~ cat scratch by Dua Saleh, No Effort by Princess Nokia, Recipe! by Jean Deaux, Moody! by Jean Deaux, fxck it then by Yaya Bey

#free tarot #pick a card #pick a pile #tarot reading #tarotcommunity #astrology #pick a picture #psychic #psychic readings

[gabihime-jegulusseeker]

marauders x maneskin songs

Regulus & James

(specific parts for each one of them):

Regulus:

È una bambina però sente come un peso

E prima o poi si spezzerà

La gente dirà, "Non vale niente"

Non riesce neanche a uscire da una misera porta

translation:

( She's just a kid, but she feels something weighing on her

And sooner or later she'll break

And people will say "she's worth nothing

She can't even walk out of a miserable door")

Ma Coraline non vuole mangiare, no

Sì, Coraline vorrebbe sparire

E Coraline piange

Coraline ha l'ansia

Coraline vuole il mare ma ha paura dell'acqua

E forse il mare è dentro di lei

translation

(But Coraline doesn't want to eat, no

Yes, Coraline would rather disappear

And Coraline cries

Coraline has anxiety

Coraline is longing for the sea, but is afraid of the water

And maybe the sea is inside her)

James:

Coraline bella come il sole

Guerriera dal cuore zelante

Capelli come rose rosse

Preziosi quei fili di rame, amore, portali da me

Se senti campane cantare

Vedrai Coraline che piange

Che prende il dolore degli altri

E poi lo porta dentro lei

translation:

(Coraline, as beautiful as the sun

Warrior with a zealous heart

Hair like red roses

Those precious copper strings, my love, bring them to me

If you hear bells singing

You'll see Coraline crying

Taking in other people's pain

And then carry it within her)

jegulus:

Sarò il fuoco ed il freddo

Riparo d'inverno

Sarò ciò che respiri

Capirò cos'hai dentro

E sarò l'acqua da bere

Il significato del bene

Sarò anche un soldato

O la luce di sera

E in cambio non chiedo niente

Soltanto un sorriso

Ogni tua piccola lacrima è oceano sopra al mio viso

E in cambio non chiedo niente

Solo un po' di tempo

Sarò vessillo, scudo

O la tua spada d'argento

translation:

(I'll be the fire and the cold

A winter shelter

I'll be what you breathe

I'll understand what you hold inside

And I'll be the water you drink

The meaning of good

I'll even be a soldier

Or a light in the evening

I ask for nothing in return

Just a smile

Every little tear of yours is an ocean on my face

And I ask for nothing in return

Just a little time

I'll be a battle banner, a shield

Or your silver sword)

Sirius

specific parts translation:

I hear a thousand voices speaking, but I don't hear what they're saying

I look in the mirror and I imagine to be in a circus

On a merry-go-round of happiness and I don't want to get off of it

Even if I'm not having fun anymore

Sometimes I feel like a miracle and sometimes ridiculous

Then I lose my mind in a second, but don't go tell it around

I'm out of myself

............

I've been preparing my waltz with the devil

Since I was a child

You can call me crazy, bastard, insane

I'll toast over it with wine

I’m only 20 Therefore don’t be surprised if I make drama from nothing I’m afraid of leaving only money to the world For my name to disappear between those of all the others But I’m only 20 And I already ask forgiveness for the mistakes that I committed But the road is tougher when you’re aiming for the sky So choose the things that are really important Choose love or diamonds Demons or saints

Marlene:

Marlena, win over this evening Take everything that you might need and be sincere Open the sail, come on, travel lightly Show beauty to this people

Marlena, win over this night Strip black Take everything that you might need and be sincere Open the sail Come on, travel lightly Show beauty to this people and I

Remus

They don't know what I'm talking about Clothes are dirty, bro, of mud Cig's yellow in between the fingers I'm walking with a cig Pardon me, but I really do believe That I can make this jump And even if the street is uphill I'm training for this now

#marauders #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #merodeadores #sirius black #starchaser #james x regulus #remus lupin #sunseeker #wolfstar #marlene mckinnon #maneskin #headcanon #marauders incorrect quotes #marauders headcanon #marauders songs

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Day 6: Frottage | Nights in Seoul

Pairing: Jimin x Male!Reader

Genre: Smut, duh.

Words: 874

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Getting high with Jimin Park wasn’t on your list of responsibilities. You hadn’t even planned on going out tonight but within two hours, your friends had dragged you our to the clubs. Namjoon and Yoongi were preoccupied by the women, once again forgetting that you were definitely not interested. You decided to drown yourself in alcohol.

Point blank, that did not work. You sighed and placed some money on the counter before standing up. Namjoon had decided to take a woman home and Yoongi offered you an e-cig. You took it graciously, exhausted from work and just looking to destress. Your office job was not it. It just let you afford a nice place. 

As you felt it hit you, you looked over to see an angel on the dance floor. A man who looked like he could either ruin your life or absolutely mend it. You wanted—no you needed him. It was as if he read your thoughts, staring at you with entrancing eyes. He gestured to you to move towards him, as Yoongi noticed and cheered you on, pushing you forward first.

“Go!” He smirked and sat back, watching you as you made your way towards the attractive stranger.

You met at the middle of the dance floor, dancing like degenerates, the crowd parted a bit as you seemed to shift towards a partner dance, and you were both good, he was excellent, but you were decent. Because of that, he lead you and you executed the movements like clockwork. He was truly majestic out there.

It took you a few hours to realize who he was. Once you were high you didn’t care he was pop icon Jimin Park, one of the highest ranked singers in the country. He offered you something better. Some good shit imported from Africa. You took a hit of the blunt, the ends crusting off as if it represented your body shriveling up, inching closer to death the more substances you abused tonight.

Yoongi was there too for a bit, but he left with another stoner to go somewhere more private. You sighed and wished him well but stayed beside Jimin.

“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t famous,” He spoke freely, his eyes glassy and red. “If I wasn’t famous, I could do shit like this all the time.” He was a hard-ass. Unlike his angelic and youthful appearance, he was nothing like the poster boy you saw throughout the city.

“I feel ya,” You reply curtly. “I wish I could quit my job and do something completely different.” 

“Really? Don’t we all,” Jimin smirked. “I like ya.” You didn’t have time to react as he pulled you in towards him for a quick kiss. You kissed back of course, closing your eyes in the process, but you were surprised that he wanted to kiss you out of everyone.

“Thanks.” You reply.

“So polite,” Jimin gave you a cheeky smile. “Wanna do something fun?” You raised a brow at his suggestion.

“Like?”

“Hear me out…but I really wanna…” Jimin held his crotch. Those leather pants did not look too comfy.

“O-oh…yeah, I suppose it’s okay. It’s just us guys.” You scratched your head. You’ve never acted on any of your impulses before but being this crossfaded with a sexy attractive celebrity like Jimin, you couldn’t help it.

You didn’t stop him from going further either, it seemed he wanted to jerk off. You gaze at his cock. It was pretty and pink. Exactly how you imagined it, actually. You felt yourself growing hard from watching him.

“Need some help?” Jimin asked, panting between thrusting himself into his palms and looking at you with need.

“Y-yeah, actually.”

You gasped as he slowly slipped your cock out of your pants and slowly started rubbing it. He slips his hands over the surface of your length, rubbing the shaft a few times and watching the precum leak out before slowly running his fingers past his cock. Then he brought his cock down on yours.

The feeling was indescribable. You felt incredible. Jimin’s cock was against yours, he grinded his body forward, your cocks creating friction and his dick hard from all the play. Yours was too. You liked this, Jimin’s hand acted as a makeshift pocket pussy, and when you felt your cock twitching, you knew you were close.

“O-oh! Jimin!”

“You coming, baby?” He asked, just as you spurted. “Cute.” He smirked at you before getting on his knees and licking the excess cum off your dick directly.

“Ah…” You groaned as his head bobbed back and forth.

Your fingers ran through his silver hair as you pushed his hair out of his eyes and watched him. He was really fucking you on this rooftop, where anyone could walk in (or rather out) on you at any given time. That just turned you on more.

“Mmmm..” Jimin hummed, the vibrations of his lips sending waves of pleasure through your body.

“I’m gonna cum..” You groaned, thrusting into his mouth heavily, chasing after the orgasm.

“Do it then. Right in my mouth.” He opened his mouth wide….and caught your sperm. Streaks of white painted his beautiful face perfectly. And he was more than happy to make more of your cum.

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love me tender - s.h.

summary: there’s just something about dancing to elvis’s old love songs with your best friend.

word count: 2.8k (this was not supposed to be this long)

warnings: honestly none, just some mutual pining, friends to lovers (childhood friends if you squint), and fluff! i was super tempted to keep writing and let this go into some good plot-filled smut but i got tired soooo… lmk if you want a part two 😏 gif not mine!!

authors note: okay so i went and saw elvis in theaters last weekend and went on a deep dive into his discography, and found this song that i totally forgot about. it’s probably one of my favorite love songs of all time so yknow i had to incorporate this into a fic. some parts of this i hate, and some i love!! this was barely proofread so excuse that

there’s nothing quite as pretty as october sunsets in hawkins. changing leaves shine like gold in the evening twilight, and the sky is painted in pinks and oranges. you sit on the hood of steve harrington’s bmw, holding his cigarette between your finger and taking a sneaky puff while he rummages around in his glovebox for extra cash.

“are you smoking my cigarette?”

you freeze, holding the smoke in as you shake your head.

he comes around the side of his car and snatched it from between your finger. “this shit is bad for you.”

you blow the smoke into his face, and he hacks dramatically. waving the smoke out of the air between you, you ask, “then why do you do it?”

steve sighs, dropping the cig and grinding it out with his heel. the action is response enough. “i’m missing at least fifteen bucks,” he changes the subject.

you drum your fingers on the shimmery red metal, not quite knowing what to do with your hands now that you’ve been relieved of the task of holding his smokes. “you probably gave it dustin. or max, maybe.”

steve was always lending cash to the kids. you were surprised he had enough money to buy his own food with the way he spoiled them. he snaps his fingers in realization. “i did give it to dustin!” steve is jumping back into the drivers seat and cranking his engine before you even open the door to the passengers side.

“what do you even need extra money for?” you ask, buckling in and immediately messing with the cassette player.

steve swats your hand away. “why are you even here? Don’t you have a 8-track at home you can play ABBA on?”

“don’t act like you don’t love ABBA,” you scoff, pushing the tape in. “and don’t act like you don’t love me.” you give him a saccharine grin, and he rolls his eyes in return.

“you didn’t answer my question,” you repeat halfway through the first song.

he turns down hawkin’s main street, humming along to super trouper and tapping the beat on his steering wheel. his eyes are a little glazed over, and you have to tug on his arm to get his attention.

“steve!”

he snaps back. “what?”

“why do you need money?” you say again, annoyed. it was a common occurrence that he just wouldn’t answer your questions, not because he was being rude, but for two reasons: one, all of the times he had gotten the shit beaten out of him had resulted in horrible hearing in one of his ears, and two, sometimes he just didn’t know how to answer. the both of you agreed that no asnwer was better than trying to bullshit something.

he leaned his head back, looking over at you for a split second. “my dad commissioned me to buy my mom and anniversary present. y’know, since he’s too busy to do it.”

you wrinkle your nose in disgust. “asshole. and he didn’t even give you money?” a water bottle hits your feet in the floorboard. you make a mental note to help him clean his car out at some point.

the expression on steve’s face is almost unreadable, but those eyes always give it away. they look so sad, and your heart twists a little bit. “at least this way she gets something she actually likes.” he gives you a half-smile.

it makes your heart ache, how dedicated he was to his mother, and how she didn’t see all he did for her.

“what are we getting?” you fish your wallet out of your purse.

“we?”

you finally pull out a twenty and wave it in steve’s face. “i’ll help! now what are we getting?” you had no qualms about helping him and spending the rest of your night doing a deep dive in the general store, because at least it was with steve. part-time jobs worked together and otherworldly demons fought together will make you used to a person. you always said that you just loved to annoy him, but your friends aren’t stupid.

you and steve, however, are.

“why do you want to help? do you have nothing better to do?” he pinches the bridge of his nose, acting like you’re his biggest headache.

“nope,” you pop the last syllable, and mouth the words to andanté, andanté.

“no dates or anything?” he’s watching you in his peripheral vision as he drives; sees you scoff. “what? you hadn’t had one of those in a while.” steve is half-smiling again, but this time it’s genuine. he’d be lying if he said his favorite thing was something other than teasing you, something other than making you blush and roll your eyes and tell him he’s stupid.

“i just- i don’t have time for them!” you’re defensive, and the way your voice pitches up makes him laugh.

“you have time to hang out with me.” he’s got you with that, and you turn a little pinker.

“cause you’re just you. plain old steve,” you laugh, a little nervously. “i’m not trying to make you fall in love with me.”

the tips of his ears are red, and he’s praying you don’t notice. meanwhile, you’re hoping the wobble in your voice isn’t too noticeable.

you both clear your throat at the same time.

“i’m buying her this elvis record,” he says to break the awkwardness. “like his greatest hits. my mom loves elvis, was like obsessed when she was younger. she has this little photo of him in a gold frame somewhere up in the attic. she got all giggly when i asked her about it, so… hopefully, she’ll like it.”

you nod, sitting up as he pulls into a parking space outside the record store. “that’s sweet,” you sighed as you stretched and got out of the car.

steve is shrugging, ever humble. “nah. just doin’ my old man a favor.”

“you shouldn’t have to,” you mumble, brows furrowed as you cross your arms. it’s getting cool outside as the sky darkens.

steve doesn’t hear you, and only notices your shiver. “you cold?”

you shake your head, obviously lying. your sweater is thin, and the brown miniskirt you’re wearing does nothing to protect against the elements.

he groans, almost like he hates the idea of you wearing his jacket as he tugs it off and thrusts it into your arms.

frowning, you try to give it back to him. “steve, i’m fine.”

he presses his lips together and raises his eyebrows. “just put on the damn jacket. i don’t need you catching hypothermia and giving me one more thing to worry about.”

“aww, you worry about me?” your eyes twinkle a bit as you shrug on the coat.

“shut up.” steve smacks your shoulder lightly as he holds the door open for you.

the two of you spend an hour scouring the shelves, and before you even find the presley record, you’ve picked up two other vinyls.

beach boys’ ‘pet sounds’ album and the fleetwood mac ‘rumours’ album are held tight in your hands, along with a tears for fears cassette. “steve, we gotta find this record. if i spend anymore time in this place i’m gonna blow my whole paycheck.”

steve is elbow deep in the p’s, flicking through albums as fast as he can. “ugh, clambake, blue hawaii, elvis’s christmas album?” he holds it up for you to see, looking a little dumbfounded. “it’s barely october!”

“if you’re going to put it back, i’ll buy it. blue christmas is the best christmas song recorded.”

he huffs and ignores you, slotting the record back into its spot.

it’s another hour, and you’re tired. the store is about to close, and the desk clerk is glaring at the two of you while she wipes down the counter. you whisper steve’s name, tapping him incessantly on the shoulder. he pays you no mind, and suddenly you see every muscle in his body tense.

then he’s shouting, and jumping up and down. “perfect!” steve bursts out, showing you the cover.

elvis’s golden records.

his laughter is so infectious that you celebrate with him. “finally!”

you’re laughing, and he hugs you hard. the clerk is glaring at you harder, and maybe this is a little excessive of a reaction to finding a record but you could not care less in the moment.

he doesn’t need your extra money when the two of you check out, and when you still try to push it into his pocket, he threatens to buy your records with it. you keep the twenty.

tears for fears is pushed in place of the abba cassette, and steve turns up the volume when head over heels plays. he’s singing his heart out, and you wish you had a video camera so you could show this to every girl he ever takes out. you’re singing too, and when the song ends, you realize steve has completely missed your neighborhood.

“you were supposed to take me home,” you mention.

he covers his face with a hand. “ugh, i knew i was forgetting something.” steve drives on, making no move to pull over or turn around.

“steve?”

“just come over. you can stay in my bed like you used to, i’ll sleep on the couch. my parents aren’t back till tomorrow, and your mom wouldn’t care, right?” he glances at you expectantly.

you give him a weird look.

“it’ll be like old times,” he whines, hand reaching over to shake your knee. “c’mon.”

“i’ll sleep on the couch, thanks,” you huff as you smack his hand away.

“no,” he says firmly. “you’ll mess up your back.”

“won’t you mess up your back?” you counter.

he pulls into his driveway, and gives you a look you can’t quite read as he pushes the gear into park. his tongue is poking into his cheek, and his gaze is almost taunting. “you have something against sleeping in my bed?”

your cheeks must go bright red with how your face burns. “nevermind, harrington.” you don’t say no, but you’re out of the car and up the stairs like it’s your own house. you scramble to find a pair of pants that will fit you and grab a hawkins high swim team tee that’s hanging on steve’s headboard. while you change in the bathroom, you’re overwhelmed by how everything is so…. steve. you tell yourself it’s not like it’s any different from every play date and hangout from your childhood till now. you’ve changed in here countless times, switched into his clothes so often that it was once second nature, so why now is your face is pink and your hands shake as you tighten the sweatpants’ drawstring? why is your head swimming, why are you so nervous?

when you come out of the bathroom, steve is switching on his record player, gingerly setting the presley record onto the turntable.

you try your best to neutralize your expression, show that you’re not bothered by whatever the hell happened in the driveway.

he looks at you, and when you meet his eyes, steve flinches and turns his focus back to the record. “so, uh, was thinking-“ he sniffs and rubs his nose. “thinking we could test it out? see if it’s danceworthy or some shit like that.”

you snort. “steve, what?”

love me tender begins to play, the melody soft and slow.

he shakes his head, frustrated. suddenly his fingers are hooked in your waistband and he pulls you flush against him. “just shut up for once, mkay?”

for once you think that spontaneous combustion seems logical. every sense seems heightened, and your heart is beating out of your chest. he has to feel it, with the way the two of you are pressed together.

elvis is crooning over the speakers, and you’re watching your feet as steve tries to lead.

love me tender, love me sweet,

never let me go.

“hey,” steve says softly, and he lifts your chin up so your eyes meet his. “let me lead. i’ve got you.” his eyes look like ebony, dark as sin, but the way he’s looking at your lips is pure heaven.

his hand spans the small of your back, resting delicately as if he’s afraid he might break you. you would let him; a thousand times over.

you have made my life complete,

and i love you so.

“i love this song,” you say awkwardly, but you can’t tear your eyes away from him, and neither he from you.

he nods, mouth parted ever so slightly. steve takes one of your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours as his other hand plays with your waistband. “are these my sweatpants?”

it’s your turn to nod.

love me tender, love me true

all my dreams fulfilled

the air seems so thick and tense, and a candle burns on his nightstand. the thought of him hurrying to light it while you changed seems a little funny, and you wonder if it was to add a little ambiance or just cover up the teenage boy smell that permeated his room. it smells like apples and cinnamon, and that mixed with the aroma of steve’s laundry detergent is enough to make you faint.

you dare to put your head on his shoulder, and his cheek presses against your hair as you sway together. you do like this song, but experiencing it with steve makes you feel it in a whole new way.

for my darlin’ i love you,

and i always will.

steve’s breathing is a little shallow, and you feel weak in the knees.

he feels like he’s about to pass out with the way you’re clinging to him. when you look back at him, he thinks that if you were any prettier you’d be a goddess. hell, right now you look like one, with your hair wind blown and eyes wide.

“steve?” your voice is so quiet.

love me tender, love me long

take me to your heart

he clears his throat, but the word still catches in his throat. all he gets out is a “mhm?”

your eyes flick to his lips. “this is nice.” god, you sound so stupid. but you’re currently having trouble forming a coherent thought, much less a sentence.

he nods, grinning. “sure is.” steve thinks his voice won’t ever stop shaking.

for it’s there that i belong

and we’ll never part

you start to hum, and he does too, the rumble in his chest a pleasing sensation against your ear.

and then he starts singing. dear lord above, he starts singing. his voice is gravelly and wobbly, and you can practically feel his lips on your ear.

love me tender, love me dear

tell me you are mine

you have an urge to scream that last lyric at him, but the moment is too reverent for you to do anything besides pray that he’s thinking of you as he sings.

i’ll be yours through all the years,

till the end of time.

the last word he exhales, and your stomach erupts in butterflies.

“steve?” you’re asking again, voice even quieter.

“shut up, please,” he’s pleading, and then his lips are on yours and everything you think you knew goes up in flames. you stiffen involuntary, and steve pulls back just as quick as he kissed you.

“i’m sorry.” he’s apologizing, fumbling over his words. “i just- i had to do that. at least just once.”

your hands clutch the fabric of his tshirt, and you take a shaky breath. “do it again. please.”

he kisses you again with no hesitation, and this time, you melt into him. your hands slide down his chest. your brain is firing at rapid speed, every little nerve in your body screaming. you’re kissing steve harrington, your best friend, your partner in crime, the boy who has seen you beaten and bruised and made fun of you more than anyone else, and stayed by you still.

his hands are clutching your face like you are some priceless gem, and your fingers are carding through his hair like it’s silk thread. when you pull away for a breath of air, steve starts to smile.

“you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to do that,” he’s grinning like a little kid.

you’re so overjoyed that you want to kiss him again, want to grab his face and push him onto his bed and spend the whole night kissing him. “you should’ve done it a long time ago.”

he tugs you over to the bed, kicking the speaker’s off button as he pulls you into his lap. “you’re damn right.”

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https://twitter.com/yvesaintbarbie/status/1723318361722179607

May I know why army want to immediately include Jimin to the list whenever something about a member get exposed ? Is it like Jimin doing it makes it less 'problematic' so they can defend their favs using that ? For one, I don't have ANY issue with ANY members/anyone smoking... including Jimin. BUT to this day there's NOTHING which points to him smoking nor he has been seen with a vape or cig. So I don't think there's a need to say he also does because 4/7 members were seen smokes. Problem is ratmy wanting to include him in each and every dirt their favs gets included. When it's about appreciating skills .. Jimin is invisible for them, then it's all 'what about X or Y'. But when it's things like this they are on front line to include Jimin too, suddenly it's 'Jimin too'. They hate him way more than antis hate him.

You know, I still call myself an OT7 Army because I actually love all 7 members and can’t wait for them to reunite and make music together. But stuff like this…. Really makes it difficult for me and my blood is simmering. Anon, I also don’t care if Jimin smokes. For some reason, I can’t picture it, but if he does, it’s his life. And with the stress they are under, it wouldn’t surprise me. For some reason, in my mind it fits the “brand” of the members it’s been confirmed that we do. Idk Namjoon smoking, Yoongi smoking, Tae vaping (probably smoking), and Jungkook smoking all make a lot of sense to me. The three members not confirmed make less sense personality wise, but I’m not here to judge or speculate. I don’t know why Jimin gets lumped into EVERYTHING. I don’t know why these “fans” are always throwing his name out during every scandal, every mention of MS, ect. I mean I do know why… the cult (tkk) runs deep. They infiltrate and indoctrinate fans that don’t even care about shipping and their idiocy goes unchecked. They do hate Jimin. Just as much as the gay BP fanboys. He’s always at the scene of every crime for them. He’s the shameless flirt too (don’t even get me started on how much that narrative pisses me off and makes me livid). Jimin deserves way better. Not going to lie, I block any and all “big” BTS twt accounts with like 20k plus followers. The discrimination against Jimin is so obvious and no one cares. And TikTok is arguably worse. I hate that app with a passion for BTS content (though I do use it for lifestyle, cooking, and political purposes). I get so sketched out by someone being a “content creator” and potentially making money talking about the tannies anyway. It gives me the ick. Anyway, this turned into a super long rant about how disgusting the majority of this fandom is. The worse part is that I have little hope that it will be cleansed by the time 2025 rolls around. Hopefully something new and shiny attracts these rats interests.

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Those who believe that that jk video is real are really naive. If someone had an idol's such intimate and honestly highly incriminating video, wouldn't they rather try extorting money from them or their company? If they are actually such amazing sleuths then wouldn't they want to make some profit with it? Why would they release it to the public?

And in 2023 people atleast have strong enough phone cameras if not hd cameras, why is every such video so blurry that even the real people present won't be able to recognise themselves. A stalker will have better equipments. Jk's cigarette vid was clear enough that even that tiny cig was visible. And here you can't even see their faces.

As for those who believe that this was done with jk's consent, I highly doubt that. The vid wouldn't make anyone look good. That is just slander. With the extreme narratives being set about him after that blurry ass clip, it's like people were just waiting for something, anything to talk shit about him.

Sometimes people really forget that celebs are real people with real feelings. No doubt so many celebs have such fragile mental health. Those good for nothing people who are ready to pounce on the next hot gossip just to feel slightly good about their own shitty existence really need to do some soul searching.

Ps I am loving what you are doing with the taekook pics. The toxic ones shouldn't be given any platform. Your blog is really wholesome rn 🤗

Hi anon!

When people post footage like that, there’s no way they don’t realize what they’re doing. It’s to cause a stir in fandom only, no other reason. In this case i doubt it’s for personal attention, so it’s to create a certain narrative around Jk. They’re not in this for money, because yeah.. they could easily get that from either selling it to a news/gossip site or to go to BH with it. This is for fandom.

I’m really waiting to see what the reactions (if any) are going to be from BH and from Jk himself. I think that will make for some insight perhaps.

#fandom shenanigans #shenanigans

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Business Harry is so interesting to me: when you look back at teenage Harry, yes he had adoring teenage fans, but he also had the mums, and not necessarily in a creepy way. He was simply a lovely kid, cheeky, flirty, a bit daft sometimes. So when you look at his non-music business, it seems clear to me that the slice of the market he really reaches is those same women, now in their forties. The 1D fans got left behind a few years ago. I don’t think, music-wise, this is calculated: I don’t think there’s a world where Harry becomes for example a male Taylor Swift and harnesses the twenty-somethings’ doleful, cynical view of life. He was always an older soul anyway. I think those musical references, that forty/fifty year olds feel fondness for, are his, too, and always were.

Where it really seems that smart business is happening is with Pleasing. He gets trashed on hate blogs for Pleasing doing things like advertising, manufacturing products and selling them. Normal stuff. I regularly see it talked about as a flop business. The ex-GOOP guy is not coming on board with a flop business: that’s expansion they’re seeing, and not recognising. It’s expensive, and it absolutely is marketed to Harries. Because an important segment of the market that he has the eyes of is older women with money. It’s so obvious to me that his business people understand that! I wobbled a bit with my theory when the last drop (the cartoon characters) was released and then a friend in her fifties spent $320 immediately. They know better than I do, I realise! And it’s not only older women. He’s doing shows where he sees the same faces in the pit twenty times in a row. They’re buying Pleasing too. It’s not necessarily ’nice’ to think of people being sold to, some people see it as exploitation (which it isn’t) but in business there’s always the question ‘where are we leaving money on the table?’ And tbh I admire Pleasing for answering that question.

If you contrast that with Louis’ business venture, he’s just not operating anywhere near that level. He did have the same affection from older women initially but his real personality won out and since those early days he’s become Harry’s portrait in the attic, in a way. He’s chosen to be rude, sludgy, wreathed in smoke. Apart from a few deviants - who are still most interested in the cleaner, cheekier version of him from 12 years ago! - his audience is much younger and they don’t have cash to spend. ALL he had to do was curate his image a bit (as I’m sure Harry the pop star has also done but not such a big job for him) and lose the fake accent, hide the cigs. Not that he should be doing the same as Harry - nobody expects a cosmetics line from Louis - but a clothing and accessories company from even an Oasis cosplayer could have done pretty well! The nostalgia market is strong, Britpop had millions of female fans! As it is he’ll do ok for a bit but he’s lost his compelling edge years ago, his image is a nothingy sort of a mess, he seems to hate his job, which he’s bad at anyway: he’s just not smart. I know there’s an argument for not comparing the two but his so-called fans cannot stop doing it, so screw that. Even if we ignore the musical differences (lol) and just look at outside ventures, Harry is so far ahead of Louis it’s not even up for debate. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk, sorry it’s so long!

👏👏👏👏 Love this! Excellent point about the Goop guy. I'm not super keen on the latest Pleasing drop myself but I know plenty of people who are. My only gripe with Pleasing is that they appear to be pandering to Larries by posting fan pics of blue and green nails with Louis' stoner face on.

#pleasing #harry styles #louis tomlinson #larries #louis thuglinson #28

[alarrytale]

Sorry if this is weird but i don’t have any fandom friends and want to get something off my chest: i think a lot of larries use the idea of hl (Louis especially) being puppeteered by management as a coping mechanism for anything he does they don’t like. Louis moving away from clean boyband pop music and fashion towards grungier punk-influenced stuff? It’s lthq forcing him to change who he is to appeal to dirty hets. Couldn’t be that he’s genuinely changing as an artist. He doesn’t really prefer the indie scene over stadium pop. Lthq makes him smoke and drink. Lthq makes him not act stereotypically flamboyant and effeminate. It must all be an act for the hets because it’s impossible to be gay and a lad. I’m not an anti but I’ve noticed a pattern of larries building up an idealized image of who the boys ‘really’ are and dismissing everything about them that falls outside those narrow parameters as fake. It’s especially weird as someone who got on board long after the 1D era and seeing older fans lament how they used to be more ‘authentic,’ whereas i look at those old interviews and performances and things seem much more polished and restrictive to fit the young teen demographic. I’ve even seen people argue that the weed incident with zayn was 100% staged to foreshadow babygate, as if two young dudes with money lighting up on their own is unthinkable. My point is i think a lot of larries’ personal identities are tied up in these two strangers, so when those two strangers do things that don’t line up perfectly with larrie perception and opinions, the closet and management are easier scapegoats to process than growing apart from your favs. I’m not telling anyone off, I’m just saying a lot of people are setting themselves up for disappointment when hl’s less popular behaviors don’t immediately stop after they CO.

Hi, anon!

I think there is a lot of cherry picking going on in this fandom too, on both sides actually not only on the larrie side of things. And i think some people believe it has to be one or the other, and not 'both can be true at the same time'. Believe me, if i could blame the base ball cap he wore on stage last night on lthq i would!

About his image change. I think it's both lthq and louis himself who chose this. But i think it's not all him, and at the same time he's more than that. We are talking about the man who's favourite movie is still Grease, who listens to Abba and has a far away tattoo. Even though his sound is still mostly pop (at least to me, hold your horses you genre puritans), his looks and behaviour in public has changed to match a more laddy and chav image. Even though his image has changed he's acting like an adored boy bander superstar with his fans. His image weren't neccessarily more authentic back then, but Louis as a person was. He was speaking more freely about his likes and dislikes, joked more, were bolder before he slowly was hardened by fame and the closet. But he grew up and out of some things too. So it's a combination of both.

You're not an anti, but you talk about us larries like you don’t identify with us as a group, and you also put us all in the same basket like we're one entitiy who share the same thoughs and beliefs. I don't think a lot of larries personalities are tied up with these two strangers. I think there is a lot of projecting going on, but i think most people can seperate fact from fiction. I don't think people will be dissapointed after they come out, even though some people have them on a pedestal.

I obviously think i have them both figured out, but the things i struggle to explain i question. If i can't rule out that their actions or behaviour can be tied to obligations out of their control, i'll be more forgiving. I don't blame weed smoking or cig smoking on management. I blame it on his need for a coping mechanism to dull his thoughts after living a long life in the closet, away from his loved ones and having to cope with the loss of close family members. The clothes he wears on stage, that i don't like, i blame partly on his image, current fashion trend, his stylist but also himself. I acknowledge that he probably could say no if he didn’t like it. I also acknowledge that others may love what i personally hate.

I don't think H and L coming out would fix every issue the fandom has with them. I don't think they are perfect persons. I also know that even if they come out there are still NDAs in effect and they can’t give us all the answers. They may have to talk about Simon cowell like the sun shines out of his ass. Harry is still going to be ignorant of his own privilege and put his foot in his mouth. Louis is still going to be a lad who stuggles to remember his own songs. And i'm still going to be here calling them out on it.

#boyband politics #coming out #fandom #harry image #louis image #long post #perhaps

[violetfoxsketches]

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You want 3 shorts, you will get 3 shorts >;3c General tw for blood, body horror; these are shorts about Javier's turning

🖊 Hellbent

“Would you get off my back?! I don’t wanna hear it, man!”

Javier snarled at the figure in the passenger seat of his danube blue ‘65 Impala. He’d agreed to drive Lucas home from work, not to another lecture about Riles. As they pulled to a red light, Lucas gawked as Javier propped a cigarette between his lips and flicked a lighter.

“I thought you said you quit last year.” Lucas drawled, “Where are you even gittin’ the money for those? You couldn’t even pay yer half of rent last month.” “Seriously, dude what are you, my ma?” Javier growled in response, “Wouldn't need ‘em if you’d stop stressin’ me out so much with all the lecturin’.”

“I wouldn’t have to lecture yer ass if you’d just break up with yer crazy chick.” Lucas spat in response, “You don't drag yer ass in til dawn half the time, you stopped goin' to Mass, you miss work, and now yer smokin' again? It’s like I don’t even know you anymore, man. Whatever she's doin' wit'chu you ain't right. You need to git rid of her.”

“Lucas, I’m warnin’ you…”

The car fell into silence as the light turned green. The fuck did Lucas know about Riles anyways? He’d hated her ever since he met her. Javier took a long drag and let his breath fill the car with smoke as he eyed Lucas in the passenger seat, almost daring the man to say one more thing about Riles. Lucas glared right back. Then, without warning, he snatched the cig right out of Javier’s mouth, cranked down the window and flicked it out of the car.

“What the fu—?”

“—Stop bein’ a dick and I’ll stop treatin’ you like one.” Lucas cut in.

“If anyone’s bein’ the dick, it’s you!” Javier bellowed, “What the fuck is your problem with Riles? The real one, not the bullshit you keep makin’ up about her.”

“I ain’t makin’ up shit, Javi. I went with my gut and made some calls at work. There ain’t no Riley Reid from Tampa that matches her in the books. She’s lyin’ through her teeth, and yer eatin’ it up!”

“Yeah sure. You’re stalkin’ her records, but she’s the crazy one! Do you even hear yourself, man? Maybe you're the one that's changed.” Lucas went quiet. Javier scoffed.

“She told me you were gonna try and use some bullshit story to scare me away from her.” Javier’s voice grew cold, “Can’t you just go be happy with your fiance and leave me the fuck alone already?” “...I gave her til the end of the month to git the hell outta dodge before I call the feds.” Lucas responded, tone equally as icy, “I can’t let her ruin yer life with whatever scam she’s pullin’.”

Tires screeched on pavement as Javier swerved to a stop.

“You WHAT?!” Javier practically roared, “...Nah. Get out of the fuckin’ car.”

Lucas gave Javier a hard look, but it went ignored as Javier jerked the keys out of the ignition and stepped out in a rage. He rounded the front of the Impala and yanked the passenger door open. “I said, get out of the fuckin’ car, Lucas!” Javier yelled, “Or I’ll make you get out.”

“You can’t make me do shit, Javi.”

That was it. Javier reached in, grabbed a handful of Lucas’ blazer, and tugged him right out of his seat. He didn’t care if it was Lucas, he was gonna feed the jerk his own teeth for threatening Riles. Javier drew his fist back and swung, but Lucas banked to the right and before Javier knew what happened, Javier’s back slammed against the hood of the Impala and Lucas had an iron grip on Javier’s jacket collar. Stunned by the impact, Javier flinched and closed his eyes for a punch that never came.

“Believe it or not, I’m doin' this because I care about you, pendejo.” Lucas huffed, still holding Javier in place by two fistfuls of jacket.

“...liar.” Javier managed, “You just can’t stand the idea that I’m not the sorry little queer that needs your protection anymore. God forbid I find a woman to be happy with. What; did you think I’d never get over you?”

The grip loosened. Lucas looked down at Javier as if those words had been a switchblade to the chest. Good. Javier took the chance to shove Lucas away and got back on his feet.

“Up yours, Lucas. You can fuckin’ walk home.” Javier spat as he fixed the jacket’s popped collar, “You’re not makin’ me late to my date.” Javier slammed the passenger door shut, slid into the driver’s seat, and flipped Lucas the bird before revving the engine and peeling out, leaving the other man to choke on exhaust in the rear view mirror.

🖊 Love Me Dead

Javier felt like he was on fire. His ears were ringing, the smell of something foul assaulted his nose, he could taste an entire ashtray on his dry tongue. His fingers stung as he groped blindly along… dusty concrete?

Bleary brown eyes finally cracked open to take in his surroundings. Blood. It was all over him, old, dry, flakey blood. It was the only thing on him, he soon came to realize.

Okay, focus. Try and remember what happened…

He’d been furious when he got home. Packed a backpack for everything he’d need overnight and tossed it in the trunk of his Impala before going to meet with Riles. She’d cooed and smoothed his ruffled feathers, she’d made him forget his anger, but things got fuzzy from there.

To Javier’s surprise, his sight was the only one of his senses that wasn’t overwhelming him. He was in a basement, or at least, what once was a basement. It looked like a tornado had blown through the place. What had happened down here...?

The world around him was moving too quickly. He crashed into a wooden banister, and splintered it. He went headlong into a stack of old boxes and scattered their contents. He remembered the headache that was denting some kind of pipe. Then there was the door. Clawing and clawing at impossible speed with his bare hands like a trapped animal. Desperate. Screaming. Starving.

Javier rounded what was left of the banister up to the basement door. Deep scratch marks, highlighted with more old blood. His blood, he finally realized. In his frenzy, he’d worn his fingertips down to blood and bone. What kind of drug had he been on last ni— OhhhhHolyMotherOfGod there was a hole in his chest.

“HELP!” Javier’s lungs burned as he filled them with air to scream, “¡AYÚDAME! SOMEONE; ANYONE!”

He grabbed the doorknob. He twisted and pulled and pushed and rattled but it wouldn't budge. He pounded and pounded on the wood, first with his fists, then with his shoulders. Until finally he heard the sound of footsteps.

"LET ME OUT! I NEED A DOCTOR!"

The groan of a heavy object scraping the floor. The rattle of a chain. The sliding of a deadbolt. The twist of the doorknob. He came face to face with…

“...Riles?” Javier uttered. A wash of relief crashed into him, “Riles, thank God!”

She simply stood there, amusement growing on her lips and a folded pile of clothes in her arms.

“Ohh, Pobrecito~” Riley snickered, “Still reeling from that tantrum, I see. C’mon, let’s get you all cleaned up.”

“Riles, you gotta get me to a hospital before I bleed out!” Javier urged, unsure why she was so calm. Jovial, even.

“Baby… you’re not bleeding out. You’re already dead.”

“I’m… —Riles, c’mon, that’s not funny.”

“I’m serious. You’re dead. Although damn; did you come back swinging. What a display.”

Riley chuckled darkly, gazing him up and down with pride in her smile as she handed Javier what he now realized were his duds and jacket.

“Everything is going to be okay now.” she reached up to caress the side of his face. Anxiety and panic fluttered away as Javier practically melted into her touch, “You’re free, Baby.”

Javier found himself grinning right back at her. He wasn't entirely sure why. “Free, huh? Free from what?”

“Your miserable life. Your awful friends. Your pointless studies. Sharing the same fate as your father. You’re more than all of that now. You are the night personified. Beautiful. Eternal. Vicious.”

Riley drew Javier closer with her touch and cradled him against her neck. Something inside Javier stirred. A foreign instinct, demanding to be acknowledged. Or had it always been a part of him? He kissed her, gratefully. God, she was cold as Death.

“Go on; I know you must still be hungry.” Riley whispered as her fingers slid through the hair at the back of Javier’s head.

He was still hungry, and somehow he already knew what to do. He curled back his lip and bit sharply into her neck…

🖊 Teeth

He was met with the bright amber eyes he’d fallen in love with. His senses weren’t screaming, the hole in his chest was gone, and his fingertips were whole again. Thank God it was over.

“I must’ve been on a helluva trip if you stayed with me all night. You never do that.” Javier snorts out a laugh, “I don’t even remember what I took, pero I was loco en la cabeza last night. I was convinced we were both vampires. God; I think I even tried to bite you.”

“Oh there was no try, Baby; you did.” Riley smirked, “And we are. You just might be a little hazy on the details, seeing as you went so buck wild I had to stake you for a couple weeks.”

“Seriously, stop pullin’ my leg, Riles.”

Riley tilted her head and smiled at him in a way that didn’t need words: she was patronizing him. Then she flashed her teeth and Javier’s own smile dropped. His gaze darted to a mirror on the nearby vanity and in what felt like a blur, he was already there, rattling the furniture with an unintentional collision. Reflexively, he steadied the wobbly mirror before it could topple. The sight that greeted him was paler than ever, almost no color to his lips. The dusty eyes looking back at him were sunken and dull. He looked half-dead. Behind him, Riley giggled.

“Cool the jets, Babyfangs, there’s no fire.” she purred.

“Babyfangs?” Javier wrinkled his nose at her reflection.

Instinctively, he curled a lip and sure enough, four massive fangs protruded from his gums.

“...Madre de Dios…”

“Oh Baby… God didn’t have anything to do with this.”

Reality hit Javier like a speeding car and he staggered backwards. Cold arms caught him and snaked around his middle.

“I had to do it,” Riley insisted, “He was trying to take you away from me; look at how much he upset you. You’re better off without him. Without all of them. We’ll hit the road tonight and leave this miserable place in our dust. You trust me, right?”

“Yeah…” Javier found himself saying, almost automatically. Of course he trusted her. “I just need to tell Ma or she’ll worry.”

“Oh, I already took care of that. Your funeral was last week.”

Something hitched within him. Not his breath, not his pulse —he’d already come to realize both were long absent. No, this was something deeper, in the pit of his stomach. His poor Ma.

The arms tightened around him and cold flesh pressed against his back.

“You don’t live in their world anymore, Baby. It had to be done. They can’t come looking for you.”

“...How? What… what do they think happened to me?”

“Oh, you can read about it if you like.” Riley almost sang. She removed one hand to grab a newspaper clipping on the nightstand and handed it to Javier.

Fiery Crash Leaves One Dead And Rocks Nashville Suburb

Javier Andres Peña of Nashville, Tennessee was found dead on the side of Bell Road this morning by police after reports of smoke in the area. He was tragically killed in a vehicular accident on the evening of August 15th, when he lost control of his vehicle and struck a telephone pole. Evidence suggests he had been drinking and that a lit cigarette started the blaze that later consumed the vehicle. There was not enough left of the body to identify, but the plates on the burnt out shell of the 1965 Impala found at the scene matched a title in his name. His girlfriend, Riley Reid, reported he was meant to show up for a date that evening and never made it. Peña was 25 years old and is survived by his mother, Celestina Peña. The closed casket funeral will be on August 18th at 10pm at Our Lady Guadalupe Catholic Church. Wake to follow.

He almost choked. That pit in his stomach started to burn and boil. How… how could Riley do that… to his car. To whatever poor fuck she’d passed off as him. To Ma. To Lucas. Oh God Lucas. He felt sick. Angry.

“Baby… this was for your own good.” she whispered, “You love me, don’t you…?”

“Yeah…” Javier nodded tersely. The arms wrapped tightly around him once more. Guilt suddenly overwhelmed him.

“You trust me, don’t you…?”

“... Yeah.” What was he upset about again? He couldn't remember.

“You want to be with me forever, don’t you…?”

“Of course, Riles. Siempre.” He couldn’t have been more sure of anything in the world.

She turned Javier to face her and stood to meet him. Cradling him close to her neck again and tracing fingers through his hair.

“You’ll feel better once you’ve eaten, Baby. I promise.”

#vampire the masquerade #vtm oc #ask game #Toreador #sayonaramidnight #Javier Peña #Riley Reid #tw blood #tw body horror #yes I like naming my shorts after songs from a character's playlist #especially since Javier's Toreador obsession is music #closeted 80's Tennessee bisexual dumpster fire of a man that he is