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yanderestarangel · 5 months

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"My heart belongs to you alone..."

TW: insecurities, jealousy, reader has trust issues, make-up sex, dom!bi han, praise, v!sex, ftm reader, rough sex, smut, little angst, afab anatomy.

⸺ Your insecurity was never new to him, however, Bi Han didn't really understand why you doubted his conduct and fidelity, but he was an understanding man, who loved you and understood that certain aspects would have to be worked on in your core - From past relationships, he was proud of you and even if he didn't say it verbally, his heart cried out for every piece of you... However, not even the cyromancer's solid passion and love stopped you from feeling hurt and insecure again.

Your jealousy and doubts were so visible that it even hurt, especially when you saw several people - new ninja recruits - trying to flirt with the grandmaster, you tried to control yourself, tried to control that underlying sadness that was trying to climb back into your mind and dope your senses...

But it was too late, especially when I saw some of them whispering about how much they wanted to sleep with their man. Bi Han wasn't stupid and he knew they were trying to flirt with him, he wanted to be a polite leader but that disgusted him, especially because he said several times that you were his partner, but it didn't help and it was too much for you to bear - when he realized you had already left for home which led him to cancel the rest of the training for the next day and go run after you, you were his number one priority.

⸺ Your body was lying on the bed, wrapped like a snail in several sheets, while the copious crying was audible, sub zero was a patient man... But at that moment, he knew that words wouldn't help enough, so he decided to act, act in the best way you could think of - taking the sheets off you with a quick movement, and forcing you to look deep into his eyes, "-Look at me." he ordered sternly, your eyes boring into his, seeking understanding.

"-Do you really believe that I would betray you like that?" His tone softened slightly. "-I chose you because you make me feel alive again. Because you bring light back to my dark world. Do you understand?" This time, he didn't even wait for a response from you, forcefully tearing any fabric that still prevented him from seeing your pretty pussy in his hungry eyes.

You babbled incoherent thoughts to him, letting your insecurities speak louder, which made Bi Han angry. With a violent movement of his hips, he buried himself completely inside you, moaning deeply as he did so - He gave you a light armbar on your neck - reaching down, he slapped your ass hard enough to make you scream before returning to his merciless pace.

Bi-Han grew in frustration, seeing you continue crying because you were insecure, but he held you in place, even if painfully, his cock throbbing against your cunt. "-You know that's not true baby boy...," he snarled, his free hand reaching between your legs to roughly rub your clit through - He began to thrust faster, harder than before, asserting his dominance over you both physically and emotionally.

His pace didn't slow down even as tears continued to trickle down your cheeks, staining the sheets beneath you. "-Listen to me boy." he commanded between heavy breaths. "-I choose you every fucking time. No matter what anyone else says or thinks, it doesn't change how I feel about you." His pace didn't falter, if anything, it intensified.

His hips bucked faster, harder, driving him deeper into your tight channel. Your moans turned into high-pitched whimpers, muffled by the hold on your throat. "-You are beautiful," he growled, his voice hoarse with need. "-Oh- So fucking beautiful... How could I change you? How could I leave you for someone else- You are my husband, goddamnit! And don't you dare forget it!" As he spoke, he began to thrust deeper and harder, pounding into you relentlessly.

The combination of pleasure and pain was overwhelming, causing new tears to well up in your eyes. But despite the carnal and mental pain, something inside you calmed down and you relaxed a little, as you looked directly into his eyes - He moaned deeply, leaning down to capture your lips in a messy kiss. "-That's a good boy... Cum, cum for me, my angel." Sub-zero groaned deeply, his cock twitching violently inside you as your orgasm washed over him - he followed suit seconds later, filling your pussy with hot cum.

His hips continued to rock back and forth for a few moments before he finally released his hold on your throat, allowing you to gasp for air - panting heavily, he turned to look at you, you both sweaty bodies intertwined in a mess of flesh and fluids. "-That was... intense," he managed between heavy breaths. "-But I think we both needed that... Never forget that I love you... never despise yourself again, I love you, I fucking love you."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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slut4sugu · 4 months

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❝DOPE AND DIAMONDS ! ❞

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ [ ft! ] geto suguru x black!femreader ! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ [ content warnings ! ] college!au, black!fem reader, mentions of weed, plug!geto, mutual pining, reader has an earthy aesthetic

PLUG!GETO who saw you leaning against a wall sipping on something in a red solo cup, with a long pink ruffled skirt resting low in your hips. Accompanied by a a white lettuce long sleeve crop top, which complimented your ebony skin. That glowed as you effortlessly captivated everyone who met your gaze. “You’re staringggg suguruuuu, she’s hot but you migh scare her off like that.” “she doesn’t look like one to be scared easily, if she was do you think I’d be interested?”

PLUG!GETO who made his way over to you at the bar after you had ordered another drink, “You seem quite bored here despite looking stunning for a college party.” The deep yet gentle voice caught you off guard, looking over to your left side you saw him. Long dark hair, half lidded eyes, a gentle smile graced on his handsome features. The faint smell of weed and cologne made your heart flutter. “Well I like dolling myself up from time to time even if the place I’m going to isn’t worth my presence.”

PLUG!GETO who let out an airy laugh at this, “really then? Well do you wanna get out of here?” Your interested peaked in this guy, his calm reassuring voice, and his alluring aura was strangely comforting. Unlike many other guys who had attempted to hit on you, “maybe, what’s your name stranger?” You asked with a slightly flirtatious tone, as a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “Suguru geto.”

PLUG!GETO who led you to his dorm, which was nice and clean • before shutting the door behind him and calmly asking you if you smoked weed and told you it was more than okay if you didn’t. but when you did the slight smirk that crept into his face was so attractive. “Wanna try something pretty?”

PLUG!GETO who helped you through your coughing fit after your took a hit • rubbing your back in small circles “this isn’t normal stuff yknow, are you sure you can handle it pretty?” You hummed in response, as you leaned on his shoulder. Feeling small next to him as you felt his eyes scan you over, your pretty knitted top exposing the top of your breasts which looked so delicious. The sweet and natural smell of shea butter and strawberries on your skin was intoxicating, you were a dangerous thing. It would be so easy to take you like this, to hear your pretty voice moan out in pleasure as he sucked and nibbled on your nipples- “what made you wanna come talk to me?” You asked in a soft voice as you sat up, squeezing your thighs together underneath your skirt. Looking up at him with those big pretty brown doe eyes was unfair. “To be honest—“ he ran this thumb across your bottom lip “—I thought you were too pretty to be left alone.” His low eyes locked down on yours, you felt the atmosphere grow thick as your heart thumped in your chest. You felt everything slow and your body grow warm, eyes flickered from his lips back up to his pretty eyes. “Really? I think you’re pretty too.” You slurred, before closing the gap between you two.

PLUG!GETO who was surprised that you made the first move • he was normally used to girls wanting him to be the dominant one and take the lead, which wasn’t a problem but it was a bit boring. You however weren’t in the slightest, everything about you had geto wanting to know more. The weed in his system started to take effect right after you kissed him, almost as if your kisses were acting as a drug.

PLUG!GETO who was shocked that a groan almost left his lips • who was shocked that a groan almost left his lips when you pulled back from the heated make out session to answer your ringing phone. The feeling of your soft lips mashed into his was almost euphoric? He blamed it on he drugs for the moment but seeing your pink tinted lipgloss ruined was adorable. “Sorry, it’s yuki. She’s prolly too drunk to think Straight and i gotta order a her ride back to her boyfriends place.” You explained to Geto, who for some reason couldn’t get enough of your sweet voice talking to him so softly. “Alright, I’ll come with you. Satoru most likely had more than enough drinks tonight as well.”

PLUG!GETO who walked you out of his dorm and back to the party downstairs • watching how your hips would sway when you walk, your pretty curled micro braids styled in a two low buns, you were enchanting. How had he not noticed you before? As you opened the doors to the vacant longue where the party was being held you saw yuki chugging a whiskey a booth bottle. “Oh my god- Yuki what the hell?” You quickly said sorry and excused yourself from geto before swiping the bottle from your friends hand and setting it on the nearby bar table. “I’m gonna ban you from going to parties if you keep getting hammered like this.” You scolded her, who whined and groaned at your lecture. “You’re such a mommmm.”

PLUG!GETO who was amused to see you be so caring and motherly around your friends • as he saw you pull out your phone to order your friend an Uber, you heard his voice say, “I’ll order the Uber, something tells me you’ve done this before.” As you turn to look to your right, you saw geto look at you with a small sincere smile and it made your heart flutter. So you smiles back, “thank you..suguru.” Your eyes flickered from his lips briefly to his eyes, “Of course, now..do you still plan on staying a bit longer?

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frank1nsaint · 3 months

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Franklin Part 3

Warnings: Use of curse words and N-word

“Why you been dodging me?” Franklin asks you as soon as you open the door to your house

You step out “I have no idea what you’re talking about”

“Oh so those pages and calls to your phone?” he points towards the inside of your house “They didn't happen?”

You shrug “I don't know maybe you dialed the wrong number” you had no plan to explain to him why you hoped he would just take the hint and let you be, it had been 3 weeks since your first date

He throws his hands up “Come on Y/N what happened? We were just good not too long ago I was gonna take you on another date’n shit”

“I don’t think we would be good for each other Franklin”

“Why you say that? we just talked about you not sabotaging” he points between both of you “this”

“Im not”

He leans in “You are” he argues

“Franklin we aren’t good for each other just accept that” you state matter of factly before you turn to go in

He grabs your arm gently “Nah you owe me an explanation”

“I don’t!” you answer defiantly snatching your arm away

“Yes the fuck you do. I’m puttin’ my best foot forward and you fuckin’ it up on purpose cuz of what? you fucking scared of the shit I do? Aint nobody gon touch you Y/N they dont touch Wanda and her dope head ass what make you think they gon fuck withchu?”

You sigh “Franklin”

“Nah fuck that Y/N”

“You really wanna know?”

He nods “Yes I do, enlighten me”

You pause “I can’t trust you Franklin”

His face holds a confused look “What are you even...?”

“After our date, some of your henchmen came up to me. Guess what they said to me?”

Franklin held his breath he feels his heart beat start to increase. You start to mock the mannerisms and voice of the men “shit I heard you and my boy Saint had a date last night” He shrugs “So i told them we went on a date big deal” praying that's where the story ends

You continue “Men I lost my $200 and my boy came up on a smooth couple grand” you pause and look at him “ha-ha my man Saint he a G tho” you return to a normal voice “then he proceeds to tell me that there was a bet between you and your fucking crew, you got two grand if i actually went on a date with you?” you scoff “if you were that hard up for money Saint all you had to do was ask I could have given you that and we wouldn’t be having this conversation”

“Y/N let me explain” this was not as it seemed

“Not even 24 hours passed after our date and I’m hearing you went rounding up your niggas so they could pay you!" you paused "And OH! if I fucked you it would have been an additional $3000” you say sarcastically

“Y/N” he calls

You start mocking another guy “My girl Y/N, my sunshiiinneee yo yo yo shit if i had known all i had to do was ask you all proper and shit you would be my girl now. May I take you to dinner Y/N, miss congeniality” you tilt your head “they said you looked pretty in that green dress last night wish it was me instead of that nigga!”

“Who approached you?” he asked with a deep scowl on his face.

“I’ll give you that Saint. You played me good. You played a good game” you begin to walk away

“Hold up, hold up, hold up, who came up to you?” He asked again You return his mug “I’m not telling you Franklin! It doesn’t matter anyway you up 1 grand right?”

“Y/N listen I will explain later but who told you that? They are a liability to my shit!”

You shrug “what that got to do with me?”

“Tell me their fuckin’ names Y/N!” he demands

You sigh “you betted on me”

“Y/N”

In a soft tone you say “$2000 for the date, additional $3000 if we fucked, had people follow us, Big Saint, The Man, The Myth, The Legend show you lil niggas how its done” you pause “right?...... Saint?”

He looks up and runs his hand down his face feeling like his heart was going to explode word for word you quote what he had that night (“show you lil niggas how its done”) “Y/N please just tell me who told you that and I will explain everything” he begs

“If you wanted the money all you had to do was ask Franklin”

“Y/N, I don’t care about the money” “But you still made sure to collect, right?” you pause “Then you got the nerve to get annoyed at the fact that I was sabotaging the date!” you scoff in disbelief and begin to walk into your house

Franklin grabs your arm “Y/N listen!”

“Don’t Franklin!” you warn removing yourself from his grip

He blocks the door with his body “Y/N This aint a fucking game who approached you?! I need to know!”

You shook your head, you look him in the eye “I’m not gonna tell you Saint”

He tilted his head and pauses with an offended tone he says “Don’t call me that, I'm not Saint to you it’s either Franklin or any other fucking thing else but I’m not Saint to you!”

You go to say something else but decide not “Fucking Asshole!” you mutter looking down at your sweater pulling small knots that had formed

He released a deep sigh “Fine I’ll take that but you need to tell me who approached you.” he moves his head trying to get you to look up at him. You remain silent. “Tell me Y/N”

You shake your head “I’m not gonna tell you Franklin”

“WHY?!” he pauses to gather himself “You know how serious this shit is?” “SO YOU CAN GO KILL THEM?!” “OH MY GOD AINT NOBODY THINKIN’ ABOUT KILLING THEM NIGGAS!” he looks around and moves closer to you “keep your fucking voice down!” he whispers harshly You scoff “It’s all good Saint” Almost immediately he sizes you up and with gritted teeth he says “What the fuck did I just say?”

You feel shiver run down, it shocked you so much that you instinctively jump move away slightly, but you hold your ground still glaring at him before you step away and snicker and nod a few of times with tears in your eyes

With instant regrets he breaks his stance and takes a step back to show that his anger isn't’ aimed at you. “Just tell me” he says in a significantly softer tone

“I’m not gonna tell you Franklin, I don’t want their deaths on me because you decided to be an asshole all over $5000?”

He steps towards “Y/N please”

You step away with your hand up “It’s all good Franklin, I hope you put that $1000 to good use” a tear drops from your eyes “Y/N” “No hard feelings really Franklin, but you know this can’t work ever, doesn’t matter your explanation.” another tear from your right eye begins to roll down “wish you the best in your business stay safe out there”

“Y/N! No no no no please please please!” he begs gently grabbing your hand trying to stop you but also making sure to not scare you away

You pull your hand away “Goodnight Franklin” you speak before closing the door.

He looks at the door for a moment before turning and walking away towards his car. He turns on the car and begins to drive away “FFFUUUCCCKKKK!” he screams feeling the rage course through him as he speeds on the freeway

Franklin walks in and slams the door causing Jerome to jump up from his seat gun drawn “MOTHAFUCKA I ALMOST SHOT YOU WHAT THE HELL WRONG WITCHU?!”

They hear footsteps before Louie is stand ny the door “JEROME? WHO THE FUCK IS THAT? FRANKLIN!?” she comments frantically looking around for the threat “Not now” he grits out

“NIGGA WHO YOU THINK YOU TALKIN’ TO?! WALKIN’ UP IN MY HOUSE SLAMMIN’ MY SHIT. I'll FUCK YOU UP!” Jerome bellows

The phone rings and Franklin picks up “Hello?! meet me at Jerome house, now nigga, YES NOW! Bring Sean witchu!”

“WHAT THE HELL GOING ON FRANKLIN WHAT HAPPENED?” Louie asks “THEM LITTLE MOTHAFUCKAS DONE WENT AND TOLD Y/N ABOUT THE BET!” “WHAT? WHAT BET?” Louie asks

Jerome looks at Franklin like he has three heads “NIGGA WHAT??? YOU MAD OVER THAT STUPID ASS BET?” Franklin took major offence to Jeromes accusations, tilting his head to the side “You laughing but if I can't trust them to not tell a bitch about a stupid ass bet I can’t trust them in my shit!! They gone blow up our spot and fuck up our shit.” he points to his head “You not thinking Unc” Jerome paused and realised the gravity of the situation

“What is this bet? And what it got to do with that lil girl?” Louie asked as she looked between the two

Jerome gently waved her away “I’ll explain it to you later baby just let us be”

Louie scoffed “Shit mothafucka walkin’ in here slamming doors”

“Louie” Franklin commented

“Nigga fuck you!”

Franklin squared up Louie “AYE! AYE! AYE! WE DON'T NEED ALL THAT NOW!”

Franklin huffed and turned to continue his pace

In 10 minutes Leon and Sean arrived

“Nigga what happened” Leon asked gun already out

“We got some rat ass mothafuckas in our crew look how they got Franklin!” Jerome pokes fun at him “Nigga pacing around and shit over a bitch!” he jokes

“UNC!” Franklin warns

“What... happened?” Sean asked confused

“Y/N told me that niggas from our crew approached her telling her about the bet”

“Soooo...” Leon looked at Franklin confused

“So?” Franklin returned the expression “You niggas not thinking?” he paused “I GOTTA DO ALL THE THINKIN’ AROUND HERE??!!”

“We don’t” Sean speaks trying to rationalise their confusion

“If they running to tell her about a bet, a bet made between everyone in that room, what makes you think they not blowing up our spot?”

The men looked between each other the reality finally setting in for everyone that they could be completely exposed for anything at any moment.

“Our competitors, our opps, our product, our recipe, our schedule, our plug, our money, our peoples” Franklin states

“We got it Nephew” Jerome comments wanting him to not continue hating the feeling of being vulnerable

Franklin chuckled and looked around at them and in a whisper he sneers “and you niggas think I’m mad over a bitch when I got some snake ass mothafuckas in my crew??!! I GOT BIGGER PROBLEMS NIGGA!!” “My bad” Sean says throwing his hands up

“FFFUUUCK! Round all them niggas up now”

Leon puts his hand up “Now hold on its 2am we ain't bout to be meeting without cops spotting us”

“SHIT!”

“Look lets come up with a solution to figure out who them niggas are we start rounding people up they might start snitching even more” Leon strategizes

Franklin nodded in agreeance “We gonna act like shit aint happen and take them niggas out one by one!”

Jerome nods “Yea I like that plan!”

Franklin sighs and sits down releasing the tension in his body

“We got a plan nephew unless you got something better?”

“No I don't.”

Its silent for awhile with the 3 men (Jerome, Sean, Leon) talking to each other catching up on what they heard or whats going with their product

“Nigga what wrong withchu we have a solution”

Franklin waves him off “Not now Unc,I’m trying to figure out how to fix this shit with Y/N”

“Oh shit,” Leon comments forgetting that you were involved

“Yea nigga, Y/N! they told Y/N!”

“HA-HA you losing your mind over this girl boy! Now you know niggas talk worse than bitches sometimes. Gossipping mothafuckas”

“NOT NOW UNC” Leon shrugs “just go get another bitch, she aint the only fine girl that we know”

Franklin shot him an incredulous look “I don't want another bitch Leon I want that one!”

“She not special her stuck up ass I bet if you called Tasha now she’ll literally hop the fuck out her bed and come fuck you” Leon wasn’t really a big fan of you, he thought that you acted too good

“I dont want Tasha, I want Y/N and that thing was a fucking mistake i told you that” “Hell no don’t call that crazy girl up here! Her bat shit ass bout got herself killed trying to sneak in my damn house talking about she just wanna see Frankie” Louie comments

Jerome chortles “BOY YOU HAD THAT GIRL GOING CRAZY BOUT LOST HER FUCKIN’ MIND. DICK HAD HER STUCK NEPHEW!!” he blares out a laugh

Leon, Sean, and Louie join in on the laugh

Franklin ran his hands down his face “We gotta find them or this shit is not gonna last. If they can go run and tell Y/N what else are they doing? Product been going missing lets start there whoever them mothafuckas are they fuckin’ dead!” he grumbled.

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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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aawi:( imma kiss u, got me thinkin about eiji fucking the stuffie you got him from the fair, fantasizing about having you arched nice n pretty for him while he fucks you. big rough hand holding the back of your neck so you stay nice n steady. he’s close to cumming when he visualizes the way your pussy creams on his dick, the way it sucks him in and makes the nastiest squelching noises he’s ever heard:(

just imagine him calling you up, breathless from the load he just came, begging for y’all to link up for the night 😞♥︎

hehe i kiss u back !!

smut, mdni 18+. afab!reader, no pronouns +mentions of pussy/cunt. kirishima humps a stuffed animal!!

“do you like it, eiji?”

it’s innocent, everything about the situation was completely innocent at the time. you’d asked him the question so sweetly— as if sugar coats the inside of your mouth, laced into your words like hidden traces of drugs that make kirishima high off of your attention. your eyes bright and tone soft. kirishima had gotten used to you looking at him like that, more and more excited each time you saw him.

three to four dates in and he’s already sure you’re the one. he knows the feeling’s mutual— he just wishes that he’d chosen something a little more private for this date instead of the fairground you’re roaming. ‘cause when you look at him like he’s the world it shoots right down to the third leg tucked between strong thighs. when you talk to him pretty, like you wanna take care of him— please him, eijirou’s cock aches, blood pulsing through it, seedy precum coating his inner thigh. even when you’d won the soft and stuffed brown bear for him, his body had begun burning like furnace, the air in his lungs teaming with tiny particles of carbon dioxide and lust.

“do you like it, eiji?” he thinks he hears you say— though it’s probably his doped up and sex crazed brain playing tricks on him.

“y-yeah i like it,” eijirou whimpers to himself hunched over your soft toy later. “god, i wanna cum s’bad. baby please…” the ghost of your name wets his lips, the taste of your chapstick still glossed against them. you’re such a sweetheart— he should feel bad for wrapping the soft toy around his pulsating shaft, smearing it up with everything that it leaks. he should feel even worse for imagining you underneath him. would you even be able to take kirishima? would you cry about how big he is? shake your head with a whine and a pout while your legs shake around his slutty waist and your cute little cunt just stretches around his fat, milky tip?

or would eijirou have to bully his way into you? make you take him all the way to the hilt, until your back arches from the spiked sheets and your nipples brush against his. “fuck,” he curses as he pounds the fluffy material into the sheets, wondering how you would feel when he’s deep inside your guts. the perfect picture of your pretty pussy comes to mind— glistening with spit and slick, clenching around nothing in particular. “you’re gonna make cum, gonna put it in you… all of it. s’yours, baby.”

he’s starting to slur, the room spinning along with it. the bear between his thighs, coated in his arousal— it smells like you. your floral perfume and your strawberry shampoo and oh god what eijirou wouldn’t give to taste you, to fuck you. the redhead doesn’t know what he would prefer, to have you sit on his face or for him to force your pissy down on his cock— have is way with you after you ride him senseless. he knows that you’d coo down at him until he hits just right, grinding constantly against your g-spot, making you choke his dick for all its worth.

“you want it? you want my cum? d-deep inside, yeah?” kirishima rasps, though the pitch of his voice rises in octave and his watery red eyes roll back in his skull. “‘course you do, you do, baby. i-i know, e-eiji’s gotcha,” he goes from thursting through the plushy’s soft arms, a makeshift virgin of your cunt he hasn’t found the time to stretch out yet ( or the words to ask ), to grinding his hips against it in slow, salacious circles. his syrupy precum causing strands of his fur to stick together.

he’s close, so fucking close— cheeks blistering hot and a rosey shade spreading from them right up to the tip of his ears and across the back of his neck. the head of the bed thumps against the wall, sticky, lewd sounds echoing throughout his bedroom and all eijirou can think about is how your pussy would cream on him just like this. a ring of white froth wrapped around the base of him like a little bow to seal the deal. you’d have him a wreck just by lying there, cumming for him and looking pretty.

the thought is enough for kirishima to trip over the edge, soiling the teddy bear from the fair with ropes of thick white seed.

when he comes too, he finds that you’re calling, asking. “hey eiji! just wanted to check that you got home safe, and if you ‘n the little bear have settled in,”

and you don’t realise how flushed he is, how out of breath he is until eijirou pans the camera down to his messy, creamy cock and says brokenly. “i think you should come over and check, baby, we’ve been a lil’ bad without you here.”

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garoujo · 2 years

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・✶ ｡ﾟyou’ve waited so long for itto to get out of jail and he’s more than ready to get back into your arms.

warnings : f. reader, breeding, welcome home sex, dumb-pussy drunk itto <3

you’d missed itto while he was gone, locked up—behind bars even though you know he was innocent. just a big, loveable dope and you wish everyone else could see that.

but it’s been so long and you couldn’t help feeling a little needy. your body felt hot where he touched you, his large palms resting on your hips when you’d came to meet him as he was released, his hair messy and his eyes heavy with something a little darker—hungry when he greets you with a messy, sloppy kiss. “missed you so much, babe! bet you were missin’ me too, right?” he huffed, proudly as he puffed out his broad chest.

“ughhhh—damn you totally m-missed me, huh, babe? feel even tighter than before i l-left.” itto grunts, letting his fell back against the pillow as you bounce on his lap—his vermillion eyes heavy and focused on the way your pretty tilts jiggle everytime you sink back down on his heavy cock.

“s-so big, been so long.” you whimper through pouty lips, your mind cloudy with how well he’s fucking you—losing yourself in the feeling of finally having him again. “yeah? gotta stretch you out again, ‘s that it? goddamn—pussy was fuckin’ made for me, been dyin’ to fill you up again.” he growls, pink cheeked and his jaw clenches as the muscles in his well trained body shake slightly beneath you.

his pace is unrelenting, almost animalistic and it’s impressive given the unstable ground below him from where you’re seated on a mat inside the gang hideout—fatigue lacing his muscles from his days behind bars.

“you been thinking about me, baby? couldn’t even cum without you, you know that? wont find anything as good as this pussy, holy shit—gonna fill you up so good, b-been saving it for ya.“ itto groans and your walls reward the thick spread of his cock with another needy twitch.

your pussy squelches, wet and messy as the sounds echo around the thin walls—but he’s past caring if the other gang members hear, always brushing it off with a smug grin. “pfffft—let ‘em hear, you’re all mine anyway, right, babe?” but this time he wants to ruin, it’s been so long—he’s greedy, he knows it but he doesn’t care. he needs every part of you, he’s missed you so much, balls heavy and throbbing from all the cum he’s saved for you, cursing roughly as he fucks into you eagerly—his hands almost curled into fists at your hips. “fuck, y-yes want it.”

“fuck, that’s m-my baby—feels so good, ughhh—“ the white haired oni groans, the vibration of his tone echoing somewhere deep in his chest and you feel your body crumble with each crushing thrust up into you, driven by the strength in his huge body—feeling itto ruthlessly slam his cock into your stretched count as he hugs you closer, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

the blunt head of his heavy cock feels like it’s kissing every part of you, thickening and throbbing with every needy coax of your tight pussy, his pelvis grinding against your puffy, sensitive clit everytime he meets your hips with his own.

his hips buck almost wildly into your needy heat as his grip on your skin turns bruising when your orgasm finally washes over you, pulling a raspy growl from your boyfriend before he slams his lips against your own, his hips stuttering as his cock twitches and he spills inside of you.

he swallows both of your moans, fucking his heavy load up into your puffy count as you quake and twitch above him—a mixture of both of your orgasms dripping from between you to pool onto the futon below you both. itto’s chest heaves as he pulls away, smoothing his palm along the marks on your hips and you shoot him a starry-eyed look that has him pecking your lips again through a hormone-drunk grin.

“pheww, you fucking rock, babe—god, i missed this.” “i can tell you big dummy.”

#queued this before i slept hehe !!!#݁ . ࿓ : sealed#genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin x you #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #arataki itto x you #arataki itto x reader #arataki itto smut #itto x reader #itto smut

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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Could we get some more plug eren or Connie I’ve been so obsessed with those types of fics lately and recently read your Connie one and it was so amazing the way it flowed was crazy you wrote the chemistry so good

-💋

of course!! I’m working on a plug eren fic right now so lemme give y’all a little something for my baby connie bc I’ve been missing writing for him. I’ll do a full one for him too soon.

having Connie as a plug is such an experience. a wild ride and roller coaster of emotions..one minute, the two of you would be sitting in the driveway, hotboxing behind the tinted windows of his matte black Hellcat SRT..exchanging clouds of smoke and occasionally some kisses as his hands trailed up your exposed thigh. Spotless fingertips resting on the seat of your panties before pulling them back. Smoking you out had become the norm because he wouldn’t dare charge a bad little bitch like you. Not when that time, conversation and curvy body were all but priceless. “Open your mouth, baby..” muttering lowly as he spreads his lips open to reveal the faint glimmer of those bottom row gold slugs covering his white teeth; exhaling a cloud of smoke to shotgun into your own mouth. Oh, he had you hooked..addicted and lingering on his every word. This man put you on a high that made it impossible to come down from. So much so, you’d sit faithfully in that passenger seat, riding around town as he hit licks and made his drops throughout the night. That right arm, decorated from shoulder to knuckles in various tattoos, followed by an expensive Rolex cuffing his wrist..just one of the few amenities of his very dangerous yet lucrative trade. You loved it all..not worried for your safety because he’d spray the whole block about his girl. It turned you on seeing that Glock tucked in his waistband as he exited the car, but not before running his finger underneath your chin and letting your tongues swirl. “..daddy gotta go handle sum real quick..I’ll be right back.” reassuring you with that sexy voice and deep tone that made you squeeze your thighs a little tighter every time he spoke; flustered and hot..feeling on top of the world when he let you hide his pounds and pistol in that new Telfar he just copped…a token of his love and appreciation for always holding him down, along with the several other handbags, shoes and wigs, which he sweated out every time the two of you fucked. Pulling on it as he gave you back shots in the spacious bedroom of his apartment, funded fully by the dope game. Silk sheets soaked in your juices because he popped a perc and couldn’t control himself when he got inside that pussy. Yes, such wonderful feelings..ones you wouldn’t trade for the world.

#connie x black reader #connie smut #connie x reader #connie aot #connie attack on titan #connie springer #connie #aot x black reader #black fem reader #smut fanfiction #plug connie #plug connie x black reader #plug connie be having me so weak and [redacted]#aot x female reader #aot x y/n #black reader #anime #black reader smut #plug fics in general are just so 😫

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girlygguk · 11 months

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fame - jjk (four)

pairing ; idol!jk x idol!oc

synopsis ; christmas has come early this year when park dae-jung scores siren a chance to promote their latest single on a music show. the girls are excited to perform, hanna is wholeheartedly convinced this is going to be their breakthrough, and aera runs into two police officers coming out of the bathroom.

warnings ; explicit language

content ; how aera & jk met, dope era bts <3, the start of it all!!

word count ; 4.2k

a/n: so i know (award)shows are not exactlyy like how i describe them in the story but lets ignore that <3 also it's 2015 in this chap but jk & aera are 18 bc u wont catch me writing abt minors !!

a/n 2: so sorry for there being an insane wait on this chapter!!! next one will be coming way sooner as i split it in half bc i wanted to hurry and give an update!! not long until we're in the main timeline and get to the jaera juice!! tysmm for reading 💓

📅 March 2015 — 3 months before their call...

📍 PARK ENTERTAINMENT Building

"Oh my god!" Han-na's scream grabs me by the throat, dragging me out of my deep, dark, peaceful hibernation. My body jolts upwards with a groan, my eyes struggling to adjust to the light as I try to blink myself to life.

On the other side of our cramped dorm room, Ha-Joon is also coming to consciousness, her dirty blonde hair clinging to her pillow when she rises as if it's trying to haul her back down. "What the—" Joonie is cut off before she can finish her sentence, another wail from Hanna ringing in our ears.

I'm quick to shove the blanket off my body, jumping off my bed with a huff and dashing out of the room. I hear a soft whine behind me, our maknae reluctantly following my actions and trailing after me.

I slam open the door of Hanna and Nali's shared room, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion when all I'm met with is an equally groggy Nali. She's pushing herself off her mattress, no doubt on her way to finding the source of the scream as well. I turn on my heels and head for the last unexplored dorm, twisting the handle and stifling a laugh when Asami comes into view. She's sprawled out on her bed, a baby blue sleeping mask covering her eyes, and soft snores passing through her lips. She's fast asleep while our leader is possibly being brutally murdered. Shame.

I leave the room with a shake of my head, the two blondes snailing after me down the hall as I follow the sound of our eldest's voice towards the office. My pace increases when I hear the tone of a male voice too. Please be getting beat to a pulp right now, Hanna, because if I walk in on you getting freaky in our shared office, I swear to god—

The creak of the door pulls me out of my submerged mind, and an enormous breath of relief leaves me when all I'm greeted with is an ecstatic leader and our Producer-Director, Park Dae-Jung. Smiles adorned both faces, our director standing tall in black slacks and a navy blue button-up, looking like he was halfway through his day already, whereas I was currently leaning against the door for support. My sisters and I sported similar outfits, pyjama shorts and simple tees—except for Hanna, of course. The early bird was dressed in a cropped singlet, her belly button poking out just above the waistband of the grey sweatpants that coated her long legs.

Relief washed over our huddle of three when our worry for Hanna's safety disappeared. Joonie wastes no time, spinning promptly on her heels and retracing her steps directly back to bed. Her eyes are basically shut as she walks, muttering something about it finally getting to the good part of her dream.

Hanna's "wait!" causes a giggle to bubble in the base of my throat, watching as our youngest stops in her tracks before letting out a muffled cry. "She's gonna make us start practice early! Look at what she's wearing, aiiiiiishhhhh!" She wails before being as dramatic as ever and stamping her sock-covered right foot against the ground.

The cackle that left me was loud, overpowering Nali's breathy laugh as she grabbed the hand of our maknae, hauling her into the office with us. I pulled Joonie towards me, wrapping my arms around her waist, and she leaned her head on my chest as we returned our attention to the slumber-ruining villains in the centre of the room.

I take a quick glance at the clock on the wall behind Hanna, and I almost start crying along with Ha-Joon. It's 6:15; we shouldn't be starting practice for nearly two hours. If she even begins to head towards that room, I will be leaving the group effective immediately.

"No, practice will start as scheduled," she rolls her eyes, "but Dae Jung-nim just surprised us with amazing news!" We stare patiently at the girl shaking like a chihuahua, our director turning towards us with a similar grin. Joonie untangles herself from me, and our tired trio deliver a quick bow to him in greeting.

"We're promoting on Inkigayo!" My mouth dropped as I stared at our leader that towered over us, turning my head to look at the girls standing next to me to see they were sporting similar shocked expressions.

Our director was leaning against the table in the middle of the office with an easy smile, waiting for our reactions. My eyebrows furrowed, "I thought—"

Dae Jung-nim was quick to cut me off, "Times have changed, and we managed to secure you guys a slot. I know you might not want to promote there after they pulled a few of the debut stages, but..."

My sisters and I shook our heads, easing his worries with wide eyes and wider grins, "are you kidding? We would love to!"

I could physically see the relief wash over him as I spoke, and I think he was downplaying how hard it was to get us on the show. Our director has been in the business for many years and acquired a lot of connections throughout his career. We are 1/2 of Park Dae-Jung's remaining active groups. Well, active-ish.

Our male seniors, Poison, last had a group comeback almost two years ago now, most of them pursuing solo music and acting projects. They've been around since 2009 and were hugely influential for us as growing trainees, often mentoring us on their days off. Dae Jung-nim is like our Dad away from home, and while I still have vivid memories of him causing ex-trainees to break down in tears, I've come to see his sweet side. He's a big softie, really.

"I'm glad to hear it, girls. The more opportunities we have like this, the more the world will get to see your talent." He nods, hands clasped together humbly. Hanna is oozing with excitement as she jiggles on the spot whilst my other two sisters and I thank the lofty man with sleepy but ample smiles.

"All the info is here," he taps the thin file perched on the desktop, "and I've given Han-na a brief run-over."

My sisters and I part like the red sea as he pats Hanna on the shoulder before heading towards the office door. He flashes us one last sparkling grin before leaving the room, and Nali is the first to break the silence. "The things I would do for and to that man..." She sighs dreamily, head slumped against the wall to her left, and I swat at her arm teasingly.

"God, I'm so excited!" Our leader chirps, ignoring her roommate's crude remark, "This will be our breakthrough moment!"

Spoiler alert, it wasn't.

Suddenly, Joon brushes past me and treks further into the office towards the desk our promo file is sitting on, and I assume she's just going to peruse through it for a bit. I watch in interest as our youngest ignores the file entirely, her hand stopping over Hanna's phone that rests next to the folder. She taps the screen with purpose, the device blaring a painful 6:20 AM at her before she bites back a snarl and heads for the door.

"So about that early practice—" Joonie cuts off Hanna's teasing with a screech, already halfway down the hall towards her comfy bed. Nali and I share a knowing look, our eyes slowly, so so slowly, shifting towards our leader.

"Just go already."

That was all we needed for the blonde and me to fast-track out the damn door and back to our dorms to salvage the rest of our sleep.

"I'm waking you up at 8 o'clock sharp!" Our leader's voice booms from the room we just left, Nali and I not even reacting as we part ways to our separate dorms.

The sound of Joonie's heavy breathing hits my ears as soon as I enter my room, and I chuckle in astonishment at how she fell back asleep within seconds. Then, suddenly, it all makes sense as I flop onto my bed. The warm, cozy cover hugs me as my head sinks into my soft, cool pillow. As the darkness engulfs me in seconds, all I can think about is how Joonie is a fucking genius.

Jang Han-na is a, if not the prime example of a perfectionist. She believes in planning, lists, sticking to routines and scheduling every waking moment of her life. She is a born leader, my longest friend, and I love the girl to death. I couldn't name a better fit for our mother bear title, truly. But at times like this, I can't help but imagine my hands wrung around her neck. Not in a sexy way. You know when you're trying to stop the air from entering someone's lungs? That type of way.

It's been four days since our director graced us with the delightful news that we're going to be able to promote our latest lead single on Inkigayo. If you told me that right now, we'd be on our sixth hour of rehearsal for the fourth day in a row; I would've told Dae Jung-nim to shove the offer down his freshly pressed slacks.

I love to practice. I really do. I will never take dancing with my sisters for granted. It's always a guaranteed laugh when somebody messes up, and we watch Hanna lose her shit, though it's even better when she's the one who messes up. But this isn't funny anymore. I'm hot. I'm bothered. And I cannot stand to listen to our song play one more goddamn time in this boiling dance practice room.

My eyes lift from the ground in my heaved-over stance, a pained laugh passing through my lips as I see my four members sprawled out in various exhausted positions. Asami, specifically, catches my eye; her limbs are spread out on the floor like a starfish, her jaw to the ceiling as she heaves out heavy, strained breaths and furrowed brows to tie it all together. I almost lose it when our song dares to fade out and is about to replay automatically when Joonie's voice echoes throughout the hot box. "I will break your phone, unnie. I really will." Her threat is acknowledged by the oldest as she rolls over from her spot on the floor with a grunt and crawls over to her phone. Hanna lifts a hand to tap over the screen blindly, a satisfied sigh leaving her when the opening line cuts off mid-sentence before flopping back onto the ground again.

"I'll go get us some water," I offer, standing straight after unbending my knees and heading for the door.

"Are you kidding?" Joonie's voice causes me to turn back to the girls, my hand resting on the doorknob as I shoot her a confused look. "You are not even tired. You're so annoying!" She cries before rolling over on her side, turning to face the wall dramatically as the older members chuckle.

I shake my head at the melodramatic teen, a smile threatening to break through on my lips, "I am tired. Just not as much as you." My teasing results in our maknae attempting to pull off her shoe and launch it at me before she tiredly moans and gives up, falling back with a huff.

I exit the room with an amused giggle, making sure to leave the door open and let the hallway's cooled air pour into the studio.

SIREN'S SONG: Rumour from Produce48 (no bc siren would eat this up fr) + SIREN'S STAGE OUTFITS (Left to Right) Ha-Joon, Asami, Aera, Han-na, Nali

The warm air of the hand dryer does well to bring some heat to my cold, shaky hands in the bathroom of Inkigayo. Apparently, Joonie has decided that my hands are dry enough and dashes out of the room, the door swinging behind her as she abandons me. Feeling my eyes roll to the back of my head, I take a quick glance at the mirror and tuck in the part of my white blouse that's not sitting right under my belt before following after the hyperactive girl.

"Joonie, hold up," I whine as I push through the bathroom door, seeing her waiting against the wall opposite the toilets.

"I just wanted to get out of there. It smells like thirty different perfumes." She chuckles before pushing off the wall and starts to head in the direction of our members. I only make it a step towards her before a masculine voice joins our conversation.

"Hello. Are you alright?"

I turn my head towards the voice to see two guys in pilot? policeman? uniforms staring at me curiously. "I'm sorry?" I reply, my tone not doing anything to hide my confusion.

The strangled gasp of Joon from behind me reaches my ear before she almost trips over her own feet, jogging to my side. "Oh my annyeonghaseyo!" She splutters once she's next to me. Her head drops into an instant bow, and I catch on quickly, turning back to the two guys before bowing even lower.

They return the gesture with big smiles before the taller one with dirty blonde hair and a dimple I want to poke turns to me, "Did you need something?"

I feel his friend's gaze on me as I tilt slightly to look up at him before responding, "What do you mean?" What a confusing fucking interaction.

"You yelled out my name."

"Oh!" Oh I see. "Sorry, I was calling out to Joonie," I say as I gesture to the blonde on my left.

"His name is Joonie. Namjoon. Namjoon and Jungkook sunbaenim," she informs me in a low, pointed tone.

I blink a few times at my younger sister before turning back to the police officers. "Oh, wow! Bangtan Sonyeondan!" I bow again, "I'm a huge fan!" I add as I rise from the bow, and my eyes meet the brunette's when I lift my head. With an amused smile painted on his lips, he nods in a way that says 'clearly' in the most sarcastic tone you could think of.

"Kim Ha-Joon," she introduces herself politely before gesturing to me, "and this is Hwang Aera. It's great to meet you."

I mean, I am familiar with Bangtan Sonyeondan; I just didn't recognise them instantly. They make great music, and I share a room with Kim Ha-Joon, a boy group fanatic; it's literally impossible to be unfamiliar with most boy groups nowadays because of her. I am, however, more of an Exo fan. I would give up my firstborn for five minutes with Sehun, but that's another conversation.

I remember the two members she obsesses over in this specific group; one being Park Jimin and the other being the tall glass of water in front of her right now. I'm surprised she hasn't fainted or puked yet.

My eyes drag over their outfits quickly and interestedly before they raise to meet Jungkook's. His eyes are naturally wide and curious, and I find myself wanting to keep staring into them. But, seriously, they're so big that it's almost intimidating. I hate that I like that.

I force myself to eventually look away, though he does not do the same as I feel his gaze on me even when I turn to Hajoon while she speaks. "So excited for your performance! We love your music!" She praises, and I nod in agreement even though I couldn't tell you the first letter of the song they're performing if you held a gun to my head.

"Thank you," Namjoon says humbly, "We're excited to see you perform as well." I almost let a snort escape at his words because it's highly unlikely he even knows who we are, let alone our music. Instead, Ha-Joon accepts the polite response with a toothy grin and fiery red cheeks. It's so cute.

Suddenly, my phone buzzes furiously in my hand, and I mutter a soft apology under my breath before looking down at it, trying my hardest to ignore Jungkook's stare that I feel on my every move and trying even harder not to comment on it out loud.

[5:38 pm] HALMEONI: DID YOU GUYS FALL OVER IN THE BATHROOM OR SOMETHING?

[5:38 pm] HALMEONI: IF SO, GET UP RIGHT NOW AND GET BACK HERE.

[5:39 pm] HALMEONI: WE'RE ON SOON.

"Shoot," I mutter before looking up at Joonie, "we have to go before we get killed."

She looks away from Namjoon for what I think is the first time since she laid eyes on him, and I see the faintest hint of a pout on her lips as she nods at me. I turn to the pilots, "I'm really sorry about the confusion. But we have to go before our leader comes to find us, and none of us wants that." I bow again for good measure and watch as Namjoon shakes his head with a chuckle and a dimpled smile.

"Good luck," Jungkook calls as I spin on my heels and head towards a heated Hanna. I grab the arm of my starstruck maknae as I retreat, throwing back a polite 'thank you, you too!' as I drag the girl down the hall with me.

"Thank you SO much!" Joonie yells back, her free arm that isn't in my grasp lifting to give them a big wave. I am too distracted to laugh at her fangirl behaviour, trying to ignore the way the only two goddamn words he spoke during the entire interaction affected me.

Ha-Joon's borderline hyperventilating as we near the backstage area where our members are waiting pulls me out of my head long enough to glance at her and giggle. "You don't even know how shaky I am right now," she gushes, and I look down at my hand on her ghostly, goosebump-covered arm,

"I think I have some sort of idea."

"Jesus, look at their stage," Asami grumbles aloud as the five of us huddle around the monitors that display the performance of the current act. In this case, it's the Bulletproof Boy Scouts—or whatever I just heard the MC announce. Apparently, they have multiple names, and now I'm confused again.

The rest of us nod in unison, astonishment and a little jealousy, as we stare at the beautiful, very expensive-looking stage decoration through the little monitors. I watch as the spotlights flicker green before the camera zooms into the guy in the centre, and it's no other than Mr Oogly from the hallway incident.

"Ayo, ladies and gentlemen," Jungkook's voice is smooth as he moves confidently, eyes never losing the camera once he finds it. Once he finishes the intro, it cuts to another member, Jimin, if I recall correctly. I glance at Joonie in time to see her eyes widen excitedly when he appears on the screen.

When I look back at the monitor, the rest of the group is running into view, quickly getting into formation before they start dancing to the chorus' instrumental. My eyebrows furrow as they move, taking over the stage like seasoned professionals instead of young rookies. Jesus, they're good.

"What's that one's name, Joonie-yah?" Nali asks wide-eyed as a platinum blonde member makes his way to the middle.

"It's Suga, unnie," Ha-Joon replies instantly, her eyes not leaving the monitor for a split second.

Our youngest is rapping along (or at least trying to rap along) to Suga's part under her breath, and I watch as he casually devours his lines with a cheeky smile and breath control to be desired.

"I gotta make it, gotta, gotta make it,"

The next chorus approaches before I know it, and Jungkook slinks his way to the centre before I have time to register how the fuck someone can actually look like the guy who Joonie just informed me was named V.

"Jjeoreo!" They fall back into their choreo during the chorus, and my eyes float from each member before landing right back in the middle. Jungkook's staring into the camera as he sings his lines, and I shake my head in astonishment. He doesn't miss a beat while simultaneously singing his lines live during the intense chorus choreography.

Ha-Joon's singing along to the music is so cute; I pull her over and link my arm with hers. We're bobbing along to the chorus as we watch the group perform through the monitor with vibrant energy and stamina. I hope at least one person in this entire building was as impressed by our performance as Joonie is with theirs; she's basically shaking.

Their song comes to an end, and the loud screams from the crowd drag my sisters and me out of our haze. "Wow," Hanna breathes as we step back from the monitors while the show cuts back to the MCs.

"They're just insane, aren't they?" Joonie sighs dreamily with her head leaning on my shoulder. I nod in agreement and drag the younger girl along as we follow our leader through the backstage area while she says something about photos and a particular staircase.

"I haven't eaten today; I was scared I'd puke it all up. Apparently, all the food here is free. I'll bring back a bunch for all of us," Asami exclaims before breaking off from the herd and heading towards the cafeteria.

Joonie's ears perk up like a puppy at the mention of food, and it doesn't take long for her to detach from my side and jog over to the Japanese girl. They disappear around a corner and throw back an obedient 'yes mum' to Han-na when she tells them to hurry.

I hear a resounding chorus of chatter get louder behind me, coming from the area near where the five of us were just gathered around the monitors. Right where you dismount the stage. I ignored their cheers of glee and tried to speed up a bit to catch up to Hanna and Nali before a voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Hey! Aera, right?"

I watch my two older sisters get further away on their trek to the stupid fucking staircase, and I'm almost offended. I could be getting abducted right now, and they wouldn't even notice. I spin around to face the voice, and his wide starry eyes catch me off guard again.

Nodding in response, I am about to lean down into a bow once again before he puts up a hand to stop me. Jungkook's smile is cheeky with an undertone of cockiness, abruptly halting my action.

"It's rude not to bow to your sunbaenims, you know," I inform through hooded eyes, my palms resting on the skin of my bare thighs. Suddenly, I wish I went for trousers today.

"Sunbaenim?" His tone is so cheeky, "We debuted barely a year before you."

His response catches me off guard, and I blink a few times, waiting for his confident facade to crack. It doesn't. "How'd you know when we debuted?"

"Big fan." He says simply with a shrug, no doubt referencing my comment from earlier this afternoon in the hallway.

"Hm," I nod with a pursed-lip smile, glancing over his shoulder and seeing his bandmates looking in our direction. They notice my gaze on them and suddenly spin around into a huddle, pretending to have never looked at me to begin with.

A laugh catches in my throat at his members' actions before I look back at Jungkook. "Your performance was really good." I praise, watching as his head tilts ever so slightly at the comment, his teeth poking out of his mouth as he smiles. Like a bunny.

"You think so?"

"Don't say things like that if I don't mean it. You were great." I nod, watching his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallows.

"Thank you. You were incredible as well," Jungkook replies politely, and I brush it off as an obliged response.

"Seriously. You were." He assures, almost as if he could tell I didn't believe him.

"Thank you."

I find myself looking at his eyes again. You can learn a lot about someone through their eyes, and his are wide and full. He doesn't even try to hide his emotions displayed in their glossiness, and I don't think he wants to. It protrudes confidence and security, and I admire that.

A few moments pass, and my eyes flicker from him to the members behind him before they return. "I have to go take photos in front of a staircase," I say as his eyebrows raise intriguingly, "I'll let you get back."

He nods wordlessly before patting his back pocket, "Could I—" he finally finishes the phone from his trousers, "grab your number?"

My teeth pull at the inside of my bottom lip as I watch him unlock his phone before looking up at me with wide, hopeful eyes.

"I, uh—" I don't give my number out. To anyone. I lost a lot of friendships in my journey to debut. Work occupied ninety-nine percent of my time and attention. Any relationships I did have prior to Siren basically fizzled out due to our long and odd hours of practice and preparation.

"I won't bother you too much," he smirks, "promise."

My lips purse shut as I take the phone from his grasp before putting my number in his contacts.

"I won't bother you too much." What a fucking liar.

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birgittesilverbae · 1 year

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gone off the deep end

"What I was going to say," Beatrice replies all in a rush, anxious at the way Ava's tone had dipped towards sorrow at the end of her sentence, "is that there are lessons at the pool on weekday mornings." "Oh! Dope!" Ava grins. "Sign me the fuck up!"

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They can see one corner of the local pool from the window of their tiny apartment. On days when the wind is low and the streets fall especially quiet, Beatrice can just make out the faintest strains of children screeching and crowing as they cavort in the water.

She doesn't pay much heed. When they train at the lakeside, she often takes the opportunity to go for a dip, but that's when she knows Ava is nearby, when she knows there's no one else close enough to trouble them. When she feels like she can let her guard down.

One of those days, she raises the possibility that the Halo might allow Ava to run on water, and Ava's mouth twists.

"I can't swim."

Beatrice feels stupid to not have thought of that, to have assumed so carelessly, to not have considered that swimming was a skill just like any other.

"Would you like to learn?"

Ava's smile is brilliant. "Would you teach me?"

Again, a step behind. Should have realised this request would follow. Can't not think about her hands on Ava's hips, guiding Ava's limbs, shifting and correcting. Her face burns. She dips under the water to collect herself, pushes her hair back and ties it into a ponytail before surfacing. Ava's eyes are locked on her. Enviously, she assumes.

She remembers the flyer she'd seen on the corkboard at the bar. "I don't know that we should carve out training time for it, given how unlikely it is that it would prove useful against Adriel-"

"I mean, I was fully expecting his next attacks to feature sharks with frickin' laser beams attached to their heads, but if you say so."

Beatrice can't help but give her a fond smile. "Sea bass would be more likely, I should think."

"Only if they're ill-tempered, though."

"Of course," she concedes with a tip of her head. "But, as I was saying, between the bar and our training I don't know when I'd be able to find time to teach you."

"You can just say you don't want to," Ava says easily, rising and stretching her arms. She tips her head back into the sun and Beatrice can't quite make out the expression on her face. "I'll understand. I know it's not exactly high on the things-we-need-to-do-to-save-the-world list."

"Oh! Dope!" Ava grins. "Sign me the fuck up!"

The next morning, Beatrice heads for the poolside bleachers with a stack of paperwork and a burgeoning headache. The pool supervisor – Marta, mid 40s, born and raised in the village, two school-aged children – had been deeply apologetic about not being able to fit in an adult lesson on such short notice, but Beatrice had promised. And so Ava lines up outside the pool gate in a rashguard and board shorts, surrounded by twenty-odd children of various ages.

Ava had grinned at her and made pincers with her hands when Beatrice had told her she'd been signed up for the Crab level. Now, with Ava sitting cross-legged between a pair of girls who can't be older than five, gazing attentively up at her instructor – Bridget, early 20s, German university student on break – Beatrice can't help but wonder if that enthusiasm has waned at all.

But Ava's smile doesn't seem to have faltered, not when Beatrice glances up to find her playing rochambeau with a small boy over first rights to the instructor's help with their back float, not when she's catching a girl who's slipped from the edge of the tot dock around the waist and setting her back up on her feet, not even when the instructor is shaking her head and correcting Ava's posture as she attempts a front glide. The tension in Beatrice's shoulders eases more and more as the half hour lesson progresses, until she's almost smiling herself as Ava bounds out of the pool enclosure with a boy sitting on her shoulders.

Ava pulls up in front of Beatrice and swings the boy down to the ground, crouching to give him a high five. "Great class, Matty," she says, and it might be the lightest she's sounded in the time Beatrice has known her. "Go find your papa!"

Matty runs off towards a man seated further down the bleachers and Ava turns to Beatrice, beaming. "Did you see, Bea? I floated!"

"I saw, Ava," she confirms, packing her papers away into her bag and rising. "Well done."

Ava wriggles gleefully at the praise. She spends the walk home chattering on about her instructor, her classmates, the way Matty's afraid to blow bubbles but fearless when it comes to launching himself off the diving board.

"He reminds me of Diego," Ava comments mid-sentence, carrying on before Beatrice has a chance to interrogate the point further. She makes a mental note to follow up even as Ava barrels forward. "Daniel" – 18, Marta's nephew, working to save up for art school – "says I'm gonna be in the next level of classes tomorrow. Outpacing the competition, Bea!"

"It's not a competition. And if it were, they're literal children."

"Wear your swimsuit under your training kit today," Beatrice calls to Ava from the bathroom a week and a half later.

Ava's cheer echoes through the apartment. "Bea!" she crows, smacking excitedly up against the other side of the door like a moth trapped inside a lampshade. Beatrice is so, so, so thankful that Ava appears to have finally learned the extent of her boundaries, her need for privacy, and not phased directly into the room. "You mean it?"

"Yes, Ava. You passed your swim to survive standards the other day, correct?"

"Yep! Front roll into the water" – true – "fifty metre swim" – doggy paddle did count for that, she'd double checked the documentation – "two minutes treading water" – two minutes looking like she'd been actively drowning, but yes. "You're serious, Bea? We get to swim in the lake today?"

"If we get everything else I have planned done, then yes."

Training goes more smoothly than it has in weeks, Ava all but vibrating in place but still dialed in, eyes locked on Beatrice. Beatrice has barely formed the words "that's all for today" when Ava is barreling past her towards the edge of the lake, pulling her training top over her head as she goes.

Oh.

Ava's been wearing a rashguard to the pool as a concession to Beatrice's concerns about exposing the Halo. Now, though, when it's just the two of them? She's in a red bikini top, and shimmying her shorts down to reveal matching bottoms.

Beatrice watches closely as Ava reaches out a tentative toe to touch the water's edge. One moment can be all the difference between swimming and drowning, and so she keeps her eyes glued to Ava's form.

"It's colder than I expected," Ava calls back to her, but then she's shrugging and flinging herself forward into the water.

"Ava!" Beatrice yelps, crossing the clearing with quick strides and divesting herself of her singlet. "Be more cautious, please." She shucks her shorts off, down to just her racerback one piece suit, and steps in after Ava.

"Sorry, got a bit excited!" Ava beams up at her from where she's flat on her back in the shallows, water lapping up over her chest. Ava reaches out a hand and Beatrice boosts her back to her feet, steadies her with a hand at the small of her back when she stumbles into Beatrice's side. The skin beneath her palm has been only faintly chilled by the submersion, the warmth of exertion peeking through, and Beatrice draws her hand away quickly.

"What would you like to do?" she asks, wading further in and turning to keep Ava in her line of vision.

"Just experience it with you today, I think," Ava replies. Her voice has gone soft, and she follows Beatrice like she's being drawn along by a magnet. "I thought it would be like the pool, but it's not."

Beatrice nods her understanding – it is, after all, categorically different – but Ava's smiling at her like she knows exactly where Beatrice's head has gone and the degree to which Beatrice has misunderstood her point.

"The water feels different on my skin." They're deep enough now that the water has climbed over Ava's hips, and she catches up a handful and lets it slip back through her fingers. "It's softer, somehow?"

"No chlorine."

"Right, of course. Smells different, too, though that's probably the chlorine as well, yeah?"

Beatrice nods, keeps pacing backwards as Ava advances towards her. "And the water pumps. The lake doesn't really have much water movement, so things get stagnant."

Ava hums her acknowledgement. "I lake it here a lot," she admits, tipping her face up towards the sun.

Beatrice will claim in the aftermath that the splash is a pure instinctive response to the terrible pun. In reality, though, Ava's smile is broad and Beatrice isn't quite sure what she might say she "lakes" next, and so she cocks an arm back and sweeps a wave of water into Ava's face.

Ava surfaces spluttering, water streaming down her face and off her chin. "You're diving me crazy," she laughs, lunging forward to grab for Beatrice's outstretched hand. Beatrice recognises the first motions of a hold she'd taught Ava the week before, counters easily. This too is instinct, only she has severely miscalculated.

Her front is flush against Ava's bare back, one arm securing Ava's, the other hooked around her neck. They hold there a moment, Beatrice's cheek pressed to Ava's, their mingled breaths coming in unison, every patch of skin burning hot where it touches Ava's. Beatrice tries to make her limbs cooperate, tries to release the hold and back away, but–

Her stomach roils as she's flipped forward. Her back impacts the water hard, knocking all the air from her lungs, and she swallows a mouthful of water for her sins. She lets her head fall back as she transitions into a float, and shades her eyes with a shaking hand.

"I think," she says, voice kept level through as much restraint as she can muster, "that maybe separating swimming from training was the correct choice."

Ava falls back beside her, rocking Beatrice's body with the waves of her motion. "Waterver floats your boat," she replies with a happy sigh.

"Just go with the float," Beatrice agrees, and she's as buoyed by Ava's answering laugh as she is by the water.

#warrior nun #warrior nun fanfic #mywn #myfic #ava x beatrice #avatrice

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Tessellation: Cee and Ezra

A/N: written for @oonajaeadira and @yearofcreation2023. Year of kisses. The prompt is kiss while sleeping. This one ended up being far more about Cee than Ezra. As Stephen King says "Memory is the basis for every journey."

Warnings: medical trauma, drug abuse, illness, angst, Damon is a terrible father but he wasn't always, death.

He looks small. This man who has upended her life. Ezra. She doesn't even know his family name or where he hails from or which ship he dropped down to the Green on. She's known him two hands of cycles, much of that as he is now. What's left of his right arm is buried in white bandages, strapped to his chest. Tubes snake beneath the nest of blankets, draining murky pink froth from his lungs into oddly prissy containers hanging below, dust infection measured out into fill lines, blood and puss and Kevva knows what. Tube stuffed down his throat and taped to his face. His left arm turned palm up like a gesture of supplication, large-bore IV line spiked into the crook of his elbow, pulsoxometer clipped to his index finger.

He looks small. And deathly sick. His skin has a grayish cast she doesn't care for at all, the dark stubble on his cheeks screaming out like exclamation points. Cee's seen this before. Seen her dad pale and sallow-grey, breath slow, tucked some stim gum between his parted lips and smacked at his arm until he reflexively started chewing.

"I was sleeping, Cee." "but--" "Do NOT do that again. We've got a big drop coming up. We need to be sharp." "but--" "Just hang with me. This job pans out the way it should and we'll be out of the shit for good. Back to Central. But you've got to trust me. You've got to trust me and do what I say, clear?" "but, Dad--" "Are. We. Clear?" "Yeah. clear."

That familiar knot coils itself in her belly. The long greyed out days in between drops ending with her dad doped up to the gills, I need it to sleep, Cee. You'll understand when you're older, nodding off to leave her with his soupy snores and the endlessly shifting light through the pod's tiny rounded windows, little nights and dawns as the freighter spins. She'd copy out what she remembered of The Streamer Girl and listen until she felt confident that he wasn't going to die in his sleep.

"Can he hear me?" She'd asked the medic when they finally allowed her to see him. "Hard to say. We had to put him down pretty deep. He's got a lot of fight in him." "That's a good thing, right?" "Look. Your dad's real sick. He got pretty well dusted. If we can get him to the Pug he's got a shot. But that's a long haul from now. Clear?" "Clear."

She doesn't bother to correct the medic. Maybe things will play better for them if people take them as kin.

Ezra wasn't waking up. But he wasn't dying either. He just stayed stone still, swaddled in white, his stump buried in med-gel and bandages. His eyes flicked back and forth, caught in some endless looping dream. Cee takes his hand sometimes, careful not to dislodge the monitor clipped to his finger, always surprised at his warmth. She tells him about the endless days, doing whatever odd jobs need doing on the freighter, which she understands as charity disguised as work, a way to square their room and board until they hit the Pug. "--channel rat crawled up into the aft intake and died it was just bones and dust, I wanted to keep the skull but Leroy said it was bad luck so it just went in with the rest of the swill--"

Ezra starts twitching, small choking sounds around the tube down his throat.

"Easy," says Cee, "you're okay." And lays her hand on his forehead, smooths the taught skin there, presses the furrows down with her thumb, "You're okay."

"Did I tell you about when your mom used to hypnotize you?"

Cee slides her music player off. She knows by his tone that he is going to have his say. This has become something familiar. He puts the drops in his eyes and then talks. Sometimes it's names and places that she doesn't know and sometimes it involves her. If she doesn't at least make a show of listening he'll yell sometimes, his slurred out voice why don't you ever listen? So it's best to keep her ears half-cocked until sleep claims him.

"Mom used to hypnotize me?" "Mmmh-hmmm. You used to cry so much. You were colicky. We used to have to rub your belly to get you to fart--" "Ewww. Dad--" "They were baby farts! They didn't--they didn't smell--" "But mom?" "Yeah, she'd do this thing--" Damon sits up and lurches towards her and she flinches back a little, and even in his fuzzed out state she registers the hurt in his eyes. Damon smooths the pad of his thumb up and down between her eyebrows "She'd do that?" Cee can't help smiling a little. Damon rarely shows affection these days, and the feel of calloused thumb on her forehead is nice, makes her think of better times, makes her think of being small and Damon picking her up under her arms and covering her face and head with loud smacking kisses while she shrieked in delight, three of them instead of two, a job on some soft, barely remembered world a place of gentle grav and cool breezes, a hand held in each of hers and they'd swing her high, almost flying in the low grav-- "See? I hypnotized you." Cee breaks out of her reverie. "Did not." Damon lays back on his cot. "I freaked out. I told her don't you hypnotize that baby and she laughed and laughed--she--you--miss her…I miss.." and then he's gone. Drawn down into whatever relief the drugs give him, an ill rhythm of slow snores. And Cee waits, waits for the short term sedation of the drops to wane, for his breathing to even out into something more normal.

She remembers being sick. Got bit by a drill worm, Damon told her later, spiked a fever. Like touching a hot engine skirt. She remembers her mother's voice singing low and soft, can't remember the words, she was too small for that, but remembers the cool washcloth on her forehead, removed and re-wetted, Mom kissing her there, right between her eyebrows, where the pad of her thumb once passed.

Ezra sleeps swaddled and small and pinned by machinery, her hand folded around his, careful, fingers tracing the lines of his calloused palm. For now he is still, soothed by her touch. "Ezra? You need to wake up. I don't know what's going to happen when we get to the Pug."

Cee leans over and kisses him, presses her lips against that little space between his eyebrows.

"You need to wake up."

#ezra prospect #ezra (prospect)#cee prospect #cee (prospect)#ezra and cee #cee and ezra #cee and damon #prospect fic #year of kisses #year of themes 2023

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cousindupree56 · 2 months

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Shadow Captain @cousindupree56

#my photos #my edit #nem mood #cousindupree56 #themanpr0ject #tru rebel #deep dope tones

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Sending on anon bc I’m scared but sweaty Eren drives me up a wall. Catching him after a long gym session and not even bothering to say hello just immediately putting your hands in his shorts. Pulling his sweaty cock out and not even bothering to hear him out before shoving it in your mouth. Deepthroating him to the point your nose is in his pubes to get his hefty scent in your nose. And he can’t hide the groan from the feeling of your throat clenching around his cock when his scent fills your head and makes it all fuzzy. Sweaty Eren. Sweaty, sweaty Eren.

athlete eren my beloved <3 thinking of him doing sm like track or soccer, or something else annoying like he jogs every day bc its healthy to do. him coming back with his tank top and elastic shorts and those tan flexing thighs and arms. earphones w music blaring out as he guzzles back a gallon of water and you just watch the way sweat trickles down the muscles of his arm, the sweat stains on his shirt and the way his hair looks nearly black bc its darkened by the dampness, curling at the edges. all gleamy and shit, usually hes showered and changed by the time you woke up but you're awake now, and mouth cotton dry.

he chuckles when your greedy hands turn him around and tug at the waistband of his shorts, yanking his headphones out to tell you to give him a minute but his hips jerk when you yank down the offending fabric and his cock bobs free, thick and heavy. he hisses at the sudden relief, his balls tightening when your nails drag up his thighs and you nuzzle his cock. he's musky and hot, the earthy sharp scent of his sweat mingled with the thick hair at the base of his cock should make you reer back in disgust but you just moan and let the heavy mass of him rest against your forehead as you dive down to mouth at his balls.

you feel eren moan and say something under his breath, something like "fuckin' dirty girl-" but you're too lost in the heady feel of him in your mouth, dragging one ball into your mouth and rolling your tongue around it, feeling the slick of the sweat collected on his thighs press around your ears, as you hungrily suck and suck and suck. you feel his hand grip his cock above you, wrapping around the girth of himself as he begins to stroke, widening his legs to get a good look at you sucking at his sweaty sack.

"look at me" he demands in a deep tone, thick with lust, cheeks still flushed from his run. a bead of sweat running down his jaw. his hand moves from the top of your head to the back of your neck and he tugs you more forward, suffocating you between his thighs, your nose pressed against the underside of his throbbing dick as your mouth drools around his balls. "christ- keep lookin' at me while you lick my balls, baby. suck them like its my dick in your mouth- like that- fuck- good girl."

you hear the slick sound of his hand moving over his cock over your head as you continue to mouth and move the twin sacks in your mouth, lovingly caressing them with your tongue, sucking one into the wet heat of your mouth before doing the same to the other, and the trying to fit them both in, widening your mouth until you feel them both plop inside. you hear the guttural sound of erens groan and his grip on the back of your head is like an iron grip, not that you've tried to move anyway.

above you erens rambling as he gets closer n closer to coming all over your hair.

"gonna cum baby, fuck. g-god, you're so good, such a good little ball worshipper. never gonna shower after my runs again, just gonna wake you up n' make you suck the sweat off my balls every morning- just like that- milk them with that sweet mouth- fuck-"

thick globs of cum land in your hair and all over his fist and you feel his balls twitch and jolt in your mouth as you milk them with your tongue, pushing the wet muscle against the sensitive sack until his thighs tremble and he pulls you away gently. he rubs a thumb over your red glossy bottom lip and grins dopely down at you.

"pervert."

you grin. "you love it."

#ask #tw: sweat #idk how to tag this im so sorry for my crimes #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #i held back on how gross i wanted to be.....i wanted to add sm but i didn't #was gonna make him p*ss on you. i HELD back. looks away

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yawnzzznnn · 5 months

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✂Broke Lovers - Soobin┈༝༚༝༚♡ﾞ

⋆Special Thanks Too: soobin : txt

⋆Note: Not requested but I was half passed out from over eating turkey and it came to me so sorry if there's any Grammer mistakes the title is inspired by dope lovers by DPR ian

⋆TW: broke collage AU : staying in dorms : kissing : gn! Reader : mentions of food : mentions of being bullied : reader teasing soobin : mentions of money struggles : mentions of soobin's head exploding from eating too much :

⋆Taglist: @mxlly143

11-23-23

It's always been you and Soobin since the last year of highschool. The two of you struggled a bit when it came to money. With soobin's addiction to buying you random things you don't need, and your addiction to buying Soobin food whenever you see him. Although money is tight, you and Soobin have never complained, preferring things to be this way, to keep you both humbled.

"Hey Boobin" you said giggling as he flopped himself on the creaky bed that came with your dorm, "stop calling me that" Soobin whined pouting "don't blame me! Blame your parents, I mean your name is awfully close.." you teased, Soobin lifted his head up and glared at you, in response you laughed harder before ruffling his hair.

"imma report you to someone" Soobin pouted, "oh yeah? Report me to whom? Who would care enough that your S/O teases you?" You said in an amused tone, Soobin thought for a moment "you don't tease you bully" Soobin said his pout deeping as he turned his head away from you, facing his chin up, his words made you gasp and giggle in disbelief "bully?!" You exclaimed, Soobin nodded his head still facing away from you, you sat there giggling trying to come up with a comeback.

Soobin turned back around to face you "See, you know I'm right" he said proudly, you shook your head "nono your wrong, if I bullied you, I wouldn't feed you till your head explodes" you said making an explosion with your hands to exaggerate your point, Soobin playfully rolled his eyes, dropping the subject he crawled on your lap, nuzzling his head in your stomach.

Stopping his movements you held your hand on his head, "that tickles" you giggled, running your fingers through his hair. Seeing as it was the weekend you and Soobin decided to stay at your dorm, since your roommate was off with her family for the holidays, "any plans for Christmas?" Soobin asked playing with loose strings on your pajama pants, thinking for a moment "other than spending Christmas Eve and day with my family no not really" you shrugged.

Soobin hummed "what about you?" You asked, rubbing your hand up and down his back, "oh...well no not really my schedule is the same as yours" Soobin chuckled, a small laugh spilled from your lips "one day we need to get both our family's together for Christmas" you commented your voice softening, Soobin nodded agreeing with you. The two of you spent your night wrapped in each other's arms, laughter echoing throughout your dorm, christmas movies playing on the TV.

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rosies-emporium · 2 months

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(A loud knocking on the door and a deep southern voice calls out)

“Miss Rozie? R you’s dhere?”

(And all of sudden the man’s fist goes through the door, the man in a angry and almost sad tone yells)

“DOPE, HELP LENARD! MY’S FIST GOT’S STUCK!”

(and after saying that the man falls through the doorway and completely wrecking the doors. After that another man walks through, the man is wearing a purple and green striped shirt, is wearing a belt with a large belt buckle that has the abbreviations of “TCB” and when he speaks it sort of sounds like Elvis. The man Starts berating the very large man)

“CLETUS YOU SHIT-MONKEY, LOOK WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID TO THE DAMN DOOR! NOW WE GOTTA FIX THIS SHIT.”

(After 5 minutes of berating, the man looks up at Rosie and reaches his hand out for a handshake and speaks in a calm almost charismatic voice)

“Well hello Miss Rosie, I’m very sorry for my little brother wrecking your door, we can fix it for you. We’ve come here looking to buy something but we don’t know if you have it sad to say”

My goodness, gracious, glory me! You'd think by now this door would be able to withstand more.

Quite an entrance, gentlemen! Well, accidents happen. Once all is fixed, all can be forgotten. But first, is your fist hurt, mister king-sized? I can get some ice for soothing. Any tools you'll require for this mending job as well?

Well-begun is half-done! I'll get what you need, you get promptly to the fixing, okay? We can discuss what you wished to buy once there is, pardon my expression, no gaping hole at the entrance to my shop-

#hazbin ask blog #rosie hazbin #rosie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rp #bloodmire brothers: lenard and cletus! (oc)

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songs with some of the best guitar intros ever made in my opinion, in no particular order, a comprehensive (& continually updating) list:

Crazy Train (Ozzy Osbourne); I don’t care how you feel about the rest of the song, the intro fucking slaps and if you deny that you’re lying. to yourself and everyone else.

Smoke on the Water (Deep Purple); literally iconic. the intro reaches a part of my soul no other song does, besides maybe the cinematic cover version by 2wei

I Don’t Wanna Stop (Ozzy Osbourne); I feel like this is probably in a Tom Cruise movie somewhere. self explanatory. I’ve had this song on repeat for two days

Personal Jesus (Depeche Mode); again, SO iconic. if I could inject a song into my veins like drugs it’d be this one

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper (Blue Öyster Cult); maybe I should start keeping track of how many times I say “iconic” in this list. not only the intro, but the instrumental bridges throughout the song, ESPECIALLY the one after verse 2 and the second chorus… 🤌✨

For Whom the Bell Tolls (Metallica); *slaps track name* this bad boy can fit an intro that is SO LONG. and it ALL FUCKS.

Kickstart My Heart (Mötley Crüe); there should be some sort of warning feature installed that doesn’t let you listen to this song if you’re driving bc if you do you WILL get a speeding ticket. altho it does sound better if you’re driving tbh. but watch for cops

Welcome to the Jungle (Guns N’ Roses); see my notes on Crazy Train above

New Divide (LINKIN PARK); ok honestly this one’s a nostalgia trip for me but also just objectively I feel like it goes pretty hard regardless of what scene you were into during the 2010s and how many amvs you watched

Everlong (Foo Fighters); I mean come ON. do I even have to say anything

Panama (Van Halen); sets the hype tone for the rest of the song right away, also this is another one that’s so much better while you’re driving for some reason. whole song fucking slaps too

Whispers in the Dark (Skillet); it’s not right at the beginning like most of these other ones are but just. just give it 20 seconds I promise it’s worth it.

Monster (Skillet); while we’re on the topic. imagine trying to fight the weird kid allegations and then these two songs come on back to back. lol. couldn’t be me..

Smells Like Teen Spirit (Nirvana); ICONIC. changed the game forever and ever.

Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy) (Big & Rich); this one’s mostly just here for that drop at the beginning cuz it’s actually pretty dope

The Adults Are Talking (the strokes); I can’t explain how this one makes me feel. but boy does it make me feel

Thank You For The Venom (My chemical romance); LITERALLY SO GOOD. sometimes I’ll listen to this song just to headbang to the intro and then skip the rest

Scotty Doesn’t Know (Lustra); this is embarrassingly near the top of my “songs I recognize within the first 0.1 seconds” list. we don’t need to talk about that tho

Headstrong (Trapt); even if you don’t know the name of this song you would recognize the intro, I’m sure of it

Puppet (Thousand Foot Krutch); this one had 14-15 year old me in a CHOKEHOLD OKAY and it still fucking slaps. I love this band.

Are You Gonna Be My Girl (Jet); fun fact the first time I heard this song was in the movie Flushed Away so now I always associate it with that 💀 but yeah this song bangs

Supremacy (Muse); gosh this whole song is just. like. RIDICULOUSLY good imo, the vocals the strings and drums combo,, the intro part lays the foundation tho. easily one of my favs out there

Iron Man (Black Sabbath); NO SHUT UP BC THE WAY IT SOUNDS LIKE A HEARTBEAT AND BREATHING ARE YOU KIDDING ME

Immigrant Song (Led Zeppelin); see notes for Crazy Train and Welcome to the Jungle

Living Dead Girl (Rob Zombie); gets stuck in my head a lot.

Something In Your Mouth (Nickelback); yes, I listen to them unironically and yes, this song made the list

Square Hammer (Ghost); honestly I listen to this song pretty much solely for the guitar track in it

Let It Happen (Tame Impala); I don’t know what instruments those are at the beginning but one of them sounds like a bass and regardless, the thing slaps so I’m including it bc I want to

link to the spotify playlist! (updated 2/23/24)

#unapologetically a lot of these are 80s rock songs #what can I say. they don’t write em like that anymore *finger guns*#anyways. will reblog every time I update <3 #and pls send me songs w good guitar intros if you’d like!! I’m always looking for more songs hehe #eve's thoughts #there’s gonna be so much fob on this list once I get over my 80s rock obsession relapse oh lord #guitar intro songs list #<- so I can find it later lol #eve your undiagnosed autism is showing

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2023 in anime

i give ratings out of 10 stars based on a rubric that considers the following:

2 points / ambition of what the anime is trying to achieve 3 points / effectiveness of the anime in achieving its aims 4 points / my personal, subjective enjoyment 1 point / pacing +1/-1 miscellaneous

so with that said… ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (2 anime)

revolutionary girl utena – heavy breathing panting crying what a fucking roller coaster nanami the child you are anty the child you were utena the child you choose to be – just one of the true masterpieces of all anime. took a few episodes to realize that this show understood tone and comedy perfectly and wasn’t just a wonky children’s show and by golly! the nanami in season 3 gutted me unlike anything else

attack on titan: final season (for real this time) – decent conclusion to maybe my favorite anime of all time

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (10 anime)

school rumble – so goddamn funny and i cared about every goddamn character. it’s witchcraft!

trigun – good ole saturday morning cartoons

golden kamuy s3 – how does it keep getting better???!?!

fruits basket – i was a certified hater after s1, but slowly but surely i gave into the melodrama. akito and shigure were EVERYTHING

nana – the most disappointing ending of all time! for one of the greatest anime of all time. manga pls save me!!!

rascal does not dream of bunny girl senpai – i’m embarrassed. i cried.

princess tutu – expressionistic, dedicated to storytelling, tremendously kind-hearted. you have to let it move you

blue lock – i’m officially a sports anime girlie

cyberpunk: edgerunners – this was just so slick!

chainsaw man – nothing needs to be said here

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (8 anime)

yamada-kun to lv999 no koi wo suru – adult romance that hasn’t been stripped of all conflict and maintains momentum nearly to the end

oshi no ko – my expectations were non-existent after ep 1 but then it crept up on me. i can’t even fully put my finger on what works so well? but it does! it knows when to take itself seriously and when to be nonsense.

demon slayer s3 – best season of demon slayer to date, i actually cared

durarara!!x2 shou – this is a confession. my inner edgy teen loves durarara. i appreciate huge casts of characters acting in opposition in atmospheric tokyo.

gintama – i finally finished gintama one of my favorites of all time. the end pulls all the threads together but it does so at the expense of the laughs so loses some points

chihayafuru – amazing background anime. just consistently fun and engaging.

perfect blue – i feel stupid and uncultured to not give this a 10

vinland saga – askeladd is so hot wow

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buddy daddies – funny and sincere in degrees but a truly annoying little girl character

serial experiments lain – god you’ve gotta appreciate the wild swings creatives were taking in the 90s

durarara!!x2 ten

great teacher onizuka – ugh he’s a creep but also heh he’s funny

trigun stampede – they yassified them!

mob psycho 100 s3 - meandered a bit but the characters are forever favorites

to your eternity – the first 3 arcs are extraordinary. march is one of the great child characters of all time. the end drags.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (8 anime)

zom 100 – crazy good first episode that earns its premise and then a slow descent into mediocrity; cool colors though!

terror in resonance – utterly forgettable

dororo – way too long with way too many hit or miss episode arcs

bungou stray dogs s4 – the cracks are showing but the rampo backstory is dope

lycoris recoil – those cute girls shoulda been lesbians

classroom of the elite – is it edgy? yes. are the quotes frustratingly misused? oh yes. is it fun? ugh yeah actually

romantic killer – pretty cute and the edge of danger at the end really sells it

free – solid watch but it left my brain like sand in a sieve

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (4 anime)

wolf’s rain – what passes as deep when children are your primary audience

hell’s paradise – boring and i liked the manga so.

durarara!!x2 ketsu – the conclusion falls short

land of the lustrous – bold but was too slow for me

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tomo-chan is a girl! – sometimes funny but the conceit does not justify 13 episodes and it loses steam fast

mushishi – some of the vignettes were beautiful but felt repetitive

bleach: thousand-year blood war – sleek, hype, plagued by all the old bleach problems

no game no life season 1 - confused that this was such a phenomenon when it came out. it’s fine i guess.

⭐⭐⭐ (5 anime)

kamisama kiss – trite imo

given – god save us from anime about perfect people being perfect with each other – but this time set to music!

tokyo revengers s2 – 🤷

natsume’s book of friends – i don’t need vibes this cozy

sasaki to miyano – and i really don’t need vibes this cozy

⭐⭐ (0 anime)

⭐ (0 anime)

& then ongoing shows that i’m not going to rank until i finish them (but actually all are pretty good so far) – skip to loafer, heavenly delusion, spy x family s2, apothecary diaries, jujutsu kaisen s2, frieren: beyond journey’s end, vinland saga s2

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