"Oh no, someone's attracted to the aesthetics of my -punk movement but doesn't know the praxis and history behind it like I do--"
OK. Tell them. Make it a teaching moment. Everyone who's in your movement learned the background from somewhere at some point, maybe this is that point for that person. Give them a jumping off point that they can dive into later.
"Oh but I shouldn't be responsible for teaching baby -punks about the history and the how-tos and--"
OK. Then don't tell them. You don't have to be responsible for teaching people with a budding interest in your group the ins and outs and how-tos. That's fair and valid! It can be a lot of work. Someone else will handle it
"But I'm annoyed that they would try to claim to be part of/be interested in my community without knowing all the details that I know after being in it for months/years/decades, they're dumb, they're posers, they're--"
OK. Then don't engage with them, if it's that bad. Maybe someone else will come around and tell them the history, maybe they'll pick it up on their own, maybe they'll just enjoy the fashion elements for awhile.
"But they shouldn't claim to be part of the -punk community if they don't know the--"
I feel like we have a few options here. People can either talk to them, share the history, share the values, share the praxis. Or they can just chase off anyone who even thinks about dipping a toe in their community, and then wonder why it's dying off later down the line.
I dunno, maybe I'm too naive and patient or whatever. But if people are entering your -punk spaces without knowing The Rundown of what you feel they need to know, maybe being nice about it and informing people instead of immediately assuming stupidity and malicious intent could help you make a new friend. Even the loudest voices in a space had to learn from somewhere, and not everyone has the luxury of being in the space as the History was Happening--whether it's an age thing or a not being aware of the space thing. Or maybe I just don't see what the big deal is behind people hating people who like the aesthetic of something and don't know the behind the scenes history about it yet.
Because I believe in the word 'yet.' No one comes into this world knowing everything about everything, and we're all constantly learning new things. I'm not gonna degrade someone and call them a poser for not knowing what I know. Because if it were me, interested in a scene but getting chased out and called a poser? I wouldn't hit the books and study up, I'd go 'that fuckin sucks, those people sucked' and then avoid anyone and anything having to do with it.
So chase people off and call them posers if you want. But if your community starts dwindling, don't be fucking shocked.
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@vulpesly said : " i'm helping you, and that's final . i'm not taking no for an answer . now . where's your kitchen? i'm making us some comfort food . " [ jono to ara , he's taken a few pages out of ara's book about pushy shows of affection ]
“ Jono - kun is … almost as annoying as Chuuya when he frets . ” The mumbled complaints about the god of petulance calamity would’ve been inaudible to a human being , but there’s no genuine irritation or malice in it , rather his tone is soft & almost puzzled . As if he couldn’t understand why Jono would put in the effort .
Yes , Ara had called the two of them friends on more than one occasion , but it didn’t mean he really had any idea of the weight such a title carried . To him it meant something like people whom speak to me on a regular basis without running away screaming , or asking for favours . He certainly hadn’t expected the Hunting Dog to come across a woozy Ara , covered in blood & leaning against his front door without the energy to look for his keys . Yes ! He can get dizzy from blood loss ! He just can’t die from it .
“ Uhhh … it’s … hmm ! Down the hallway , if you make a left at the tacky little couch thing — yeah , you got it . ” The couch , aka the Ottoman , smelled strongly of alcohol from the incident Ara had taken to calling the Unfortunate Sake Bombing Mishap of Three Weeks Ago . Note to self , never try chasing sake with hot sauce . Ever . “ I dunno if you’ll find anything useful here , I usually order food or go to Chuuya’s . He doesn’t trust me with the appliances here . You microwave one can of baked beans … ” his head hits the kitchen table as soon as he sits at it . He’s quiet for a rare few minutes .
“ … I had a really shitty day , Jo - kun . ” he mumbles into his forearm . His breathing picks up slightly & he sniffles nigh inaudibly , ruby eyes squeezing shut against the treacherous sting of tears .
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In Motion - JJK (18+)
Pairing: Tattoo artist!Jungkook X Client!Fem!Reader
Theme: PWP, SMUT, Friends to FWB au
Wordcount: 1.4k+
Summary: You are finally letting Jungkook set everything in motion. And he is more than happy to show you what he has to offer.
Warnings: Rough sex, Jungkook is wearing a leather fit, he cums on her tits, he is kinky, he is a menace, unprotected sex (it's a no no), squirting twice, he callers her whore for once (because I had to put it!!) NSFW!!
Minors are not allowed in this blog!!
A/N: Here is another unhinged smut.
If you are standing right beside the door waiting for Jungkook to arrive, then you don’t wanna ponder upon it. Never in a million years will you ever admit that you are horny as fuck and you are desperate for you hot, handsome and absolutely stunning tattoo artist.
Honestly, he has been dropping hints. He has been trying to let you know that both of you are on the same page but you, being you, have been playing hard to get. You are inflating your ego by reminding yourself that Jungkook is down bad for you even when he has a quite long queue of guys and girls trying to get fucked by him.
But not anymore.
You decided it’s about time you give in and take the chance.
Your doorbell rings once, pulling you out of the thoughts.
Taking a deep breath and a few moments (not to make it obvious that you were waiting just right beside the door), you open the door revealing Jungkook.
Your eyes wander down his body. Just as always, he is in his tight black leather fits. An arm full of tattoos starts just where the short sleeve of his top ends.
But before you could drink him in anymore, he is pushing you inside, making his way inside your condo without a single greeting.
This guy doesn’t even bother asking for permission.
He grabs you by your arms, interchanging your positions and pushing you into the door.
“Finally. You came to your senses.” Jungkook mouthed briefly before aiming right at your neck.
You let out a breathy moan because, again, Jungkook doesn’t prep you with kisses. He straight on bites down on your skin.
“I was always on my senses.” You interject.
His hands travel down and reach to the knot of your robe, pulling the loose end hurriedly.
“Uh-huh” he smirks, “Your little act of trying to play hard to get almost had me ending up on someone’s bed last night.”
He removes the robe within a blink. You stand there naked for his eyes wearing only your underwear.
“Oh? So, did you fuck them?” you place your question, tugging him closer, biting on his earlobe, eliciting a low chuckle from him.
“I said almost, darling. They weren’t enticing enough. I jerked off thinking about you and the things I could do to you.” his throat vibrates on your lips as you continue to litter open-mouthed kisses all over his neck.
Jungkook’s hands find your tits. He grabs both of them with both of his hands, squeezing the swells and twisting the nipples as hard as he can. His thumb then brushes over the tattoo right under your left tit, his own creation and also the reason behind the pumping sexual tension started between you two.
You are unbelievably wet right now and you don’t want to wait any more than you already have. And when Jungkook’s erection presses on your stomach, you lose it a little.
“Take me to the bedroom.” you whine as Jungkook rolls his hip into yours enjoying the distressed look on your face. His hands don’t stop playing with your tits.
“Look at you whoring right now. Who was denying my advances for the past few months, huh?” Jungkook smirks again, pinching on your nipple so hard that it makes you hiss.
“Stop teasing, JK. fuck me or get lost.” you object. Your voice is somewhere between a moan and a whine.
“I choose the first option.” he hoists you up, placing his hands right underneath your ass. You wrap your legs around him. Your core presses right onto his upper stomach. You are glad he chose to wear this extravagant leather top, otherwise he would have felt your wetness on his skin, which is kind of embarrassing.
When Jungkook drops you on your mattress, you see his eyes drifting towards the evident wet spot on your red lacy underwear. He stands at the end of your bed right between your legs, which dangle off the edge.
“Umm.. wanna taste that.” he mutters as he slowly pulls up his top above his head, leaving himself shirtless for your eyes. You raise one of your hands to touch that taut stomach and chest of his. But he slaps your hands away, grabs your wrists with one of his hands and pins them on your stomach.
“Not so soon.” he purrs.
His free hand pulls down your underwear in a swift motion. Goosebumps spread all across your skin as soon as your slicked cunt comes out of its cover.
Jungkook wets his lips with his tongue once and then dives down between your legs, sitting on his knees. His fingers work their way to part your folds and give his tongue a free access to your clit. He licks a stripe off.
“Oh Jungkook-” you whine, contained with pleasure.
His lips wrap around your clit and he starts suckling on the bud. Your eyes roll back with the session. You moan out some incoherent words every time jungkook sucks a little hard. His fingers plunge their way into your hole with no hesitation.
“O- Oh my g-god, Jungkook.” you shout at some point as you feel heat building in your stomach.
“I waited so long for this.” Jungkook goes on speaking into your cunt, “Only I know how much I wanna see you like this.” he twists his fingers in a way and touches a spot that has you seeing stars. And before you know it.. You are squirting on his face.
“Fuck, Y/N. You are raining.” Jungkook groans, detaching his face from your cunt. He lets your hands free while standing up and climbing on top of your body to attach his lips to yours.
“Fuck, did I just-”
“Yes. you just squirted all over me. Now taste yourself.” Jungkook crashes his lips on yours, poking his tongue into your mouth. You wrap your legs around his torso while your hands move to the south, touching his bulge through the leather of his pants. You squeeze it hard and Jungkook groans into your mouth.
“Don’t get me started, Y/N. You know I get hot hearted.” he mumbles, nipping your lower lip. You moan.
“As much as I would like to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, that can wait. Right now, I need to fuck your cunt for all the time you kept me waiting.” he stated, standing up and unbuckling his belt.
His cock springs up free as soon as it is out of its stuffy confinement. Your mouth waters at the sight. If you do this another time, you will certainly suck his soul out of him.
“Like what you see?” he asks and you nod.
“You could have gotten this cock inside of you ages ago. But no. Your ego is fatter than your ass.” He teases you.
“Stop being a jerk.” you fight back, already being far too gone.
Jungkook positions his cock’s head right into your clit. He thrusts once through your folds, rubbing your clit deliciously with his tip.
“Oh lord- Jung-jungkook where the fuck did you learn that?” You voice out loud, feeling your insides twitch again and he hasn’t even penetrated you yet.
“You know, this is how I like it.” he breathes as he finally pushes his shaft inside you.
His cock glides inside you so smoothly as if your cunt is made to accommodate it.
And then he starts moving. Your bed starts squeaking as soon as he picks up a rhythmic pace. One of his hands reaches down to pluck your hands from the sheets and place them above your head. His mouth drops down to your nipple, sucking and biting on the same. The thumb of his free hand starts drawing tight circles on your clit. And that’s it.
You squirt unannounced, again.
“Fucking hell. Two times in a row.” You heard Jungkook chuckling darkly but you are so gone with the overpowering orgasm that you don’t catch his contorted face that signifies the fact that he is nearing too.
You only feel it when he pulls himself out of you, pumping himself once and then spilling his cum all over your already ruined body.
It flies before you face like ropes of Champagne confetti.
“How was it?” Jungkook breathes hard, still standing at the end of your bed leading down to face you.
“The best I have ever had.” your answer makes him smirk.
You are still trying to process everything, including the white stickiness all over your tits, and stomach, but soon you hear him speaking again, “So.. if you are ready and if you let me.. I can set us in motion.”
And you know you are into this shit with Jeon Jungkook for a long time because there is no way you are denying him anymore, not when he can fuck you like this.
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Im back on my supernatural shit, can you please do TFW + Gabe and anyone else you wanna do reacting to finding out the reader had a dirty dream about them?
Author note: Me too Boo, me too. I added lucifer, just cause I wanted too. Hope you enjoy! I also switched things up with gifs for each instead of one image for everyone. Lemme know which one you guys prefer.
Rating: M/18+
Please remember: that it is enough to exist as you are.
Dean
You’ve never seen a bigger shit-eating grin in all your life; he looks like he hit the jackpot.
No matter how much or how little you tell him, he won’t stop making jokes or bragging how bad you want it.
Dean I need you t- “Yeah you do.”
Stop it! “Bet you weren’t saying that in your dreams last night.”
*Gesturing at something even remotely suggestive* “Hey hey hey, did we do that?”
He promises to stop if you give him the full run down.
And when you do, he’s like Christmas came early.
All wide eyes and dopy smiles, occasional blushing.
He’s got a million and one questions throughout, but the final and most is obviously: “You wanna go at the real thing?”
Sam
Immediate shuts down for like 5 minutes. His brain has to comprehend and then reboot.
He won’t joke or make fun of you, at least not in front of other people.
But as soon as you’re alone, he’s got questions, lots of detail-oriented questions.
He’s not outright asking what your dream was, just teasing you with meticulously detailed fantasies of his own posed as questions.
“Did I make you beg for it? Did you make me beg?”
“Were you completely naked, stretched out underneath me? Were my hands around your throat?”
“What did I say? Did I tell you I would ruin you? That you deserved it? Did you want me to?”
Castiel
Angels don’t dream. Primarily because they don’t sleep.
So, he’s not really sure what to make of this confession at first.
Queue the signature furrowed brow and head tilt.
“Why?”
I don’t know, I didn’t do it on purpose!
“That’s true. I suppose this is your mind’s subconscious way of informing you that you are sexually attracted to me."
Boy, he doesn’t beat around bushes.
He would need time to stew on it from there.
It could be hours, days, maybe weeks before he brings it up again.
“I am curious about your dream.”
What dr- oh right.
“I am flattered. Should you be willing, I would like to discuss this more. For example, which of us…”
Gabriel
You can sense the raised brows and the satisfied smirk before he even does it.
“Reeeeeally?”
Gabe’s reaction is very similar to Deans, just like a Trickster in a candy store.
Only he’ll wait to get you alone before he starts bombarding you.
If you won’t tell him outright, he’ll keep guessing.
And every new guess is accompanied by a costume and/or scenery change.
“Maybe we filmed the newest instalment of casa erotica?”
“No? Maybe you paid Dr Sexy a visit?”
“Mile high club?”
“No? Kinkier? You into a little BDSM?”
I’ll let you fill in the visual blanks. 😉
Lucifer
His reaction is a lot more subdued.
That doesn’t make it any less dubious. You can feel the smugness radiating off of him.
He’ll ask earnestly enough to start out.
“Do you want to tell me about it?”
When you refuse, he doesn’t push. Doesn’t joke, or tease.
But the smile he keeps giving you.
The way he watches you, totally engrossed but poised, is enough to drive you crazy.
When he finally asks again, later on, in that low, relaxed tone:
“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me all about your dirty little fantasies?”
Temptation really is his game.
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