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[mistyorchid]

Meet-Cute

Old Man Logan x fem! reader

Summary: Failed talking stages inspire you to meet someone irl. Riding an older man in the backseat of his limo makes you forget about the immature boys who ghosted you on Hinge. Meet-Cute Ch. 2 Warnings: MDNI, 99.9% porn, no use of y/n, age gap, reader is 21+, fingering, riding, size difference, praise kink, pet names (doll, baby, sweet/good girl, sweetheart), unprotected p in v, light slapping, oral (male! receiving), creampie, car sex (nobody's around tho), logan's slutty glasses. wc: 3k

Hinge. The app designed to be deleted. You smiled as you pushed the cart, daydreaming about chucking your phone into the nearest lake. The few matches that you received often ghosted you after a week, afraid of committing to a real date.

So here you were, aimlessly strolling through a grocery store. Desperately begging the universe for a real man.

You spent an embarrassingly long time curating the perfect outfit to attract a guy worth your time. Casual enough for a quick errand, but still chic. I want to be with someone who admires my confidence. They shouldn't reprimand me for expressing myself.

That's how the feminist part of your brain explained your attire. The other touch-starved half, however, wanted to wear the shortest skirt you owned just to feel men stare holes through it.

You turned into the bakery aisle and pretended to evaluate the nutritional contents of a massive chocolate cake. Maybe this could be plan B, if tonight's endeavor was hopeless.

The comforting hum of fluorescent lights softened the sterile environment around you. Memories of simpler times floated in your mind. Handmade school lunches. Gentle kisses placed on your knee after a bad fall. You closed your eyes, lulled by the promises of love you were granted as a child. Now an adult, you yearned for a partner that could nurture you in a romantic way.

Logan overheard a bag of produce spill onto the floor as he picked up a shopping basket. The cashier dropped it when he saw Logan's blood-stained dress shirt.

Mumbling a string of profanity, he decided to release some steam. "Show's over!" he snapped, flippantly tossing his right arm behind him.

Ignoring the shocked gasps of the other shoppers, Logan sulked further into the store in search of something to soothe his palate.

His doctor tentatively ordered him to "lay off the booze," a suggestion that left three deep puncture wounds in the drywall of his office. Alcohol numbed the emotional and physical pain that plagued him, but it also further delayed his healing powers.

Logan's skeleton was withering away, and all he wanted was a fucking sweet treat.

Your body braced for impact as your chest made contact with a shopper haphazardly turning into the aisle. After dropping the cake onto the pristine white tile, you closed your eyes again, salvaging the moment of peace that was stolen from you.

"Hey, watch where you're going, asshole." You reluctantly opened your eyes and were met with the solid torso of a man.

Slowly raking your gaze up his body, you raised your eyebrows at the sight of his bloody shirt before meeting his narrowed eyes.

Crows feet radiating from the corners. Prescription glasses. He appeared much older than you expected from your brief contact with his chest.

You silently cursed your luck. This meet-cute plan was steadily evolving into a meet-angry situation.

"Not smart to close your eyes in public," he huffed, staring pointedly at the fallen cake. It was hard not to notice your mini skirt. He hasn't seen a skirt that short since the 60s.

Although you had pulled away from him, the man's eyes lingered on your chest. The playful baby-doll top hugged your cleavage in all the right places. Your glossy lips donned a similar shade of pink. He quickly resumed eye contact, feeling like a dirty old man for imagining them wrapped around his cock.

She's too young, you sick fuck. Logan's internal monologue worked overtime to maintain a shred of decency.

Your face turned away from him at the impending embarrassment you were about to put yourself through. Smirking, you shyly retorted, "Not smart to stare at a girl's tits in public." You gently pushed up his glasses further onto the bridge of his nose.

Closing the gap between your chests, you tip-toed to reach his ear before whispering, "It's okay . . . I want you to."

The answer to Logan's suffering was sweeter than any slice of cake he could have indulged in. A pretty little thing was actually flirting with him, a cynical ex-soldier worn by the unforgiving rings of time.

Logan's hands found the back of your elbows and slowly pulled you closer to him. You gasped as you felt his belt buckle catch on the flimsy fabric of your top.

"Careful, doll," he grunted, leaning down to meet the side of your face. "I'm old enough to be your father."

You defiantly peered up at him through your lashes. "Yeah, and . . .?"

The man slowly distanced himself from you, gently tugging the hem of your top down to its original state.

Okay, definitely not the best response to seduce an older man. You chewed the inside of your cheek, stunned by your juvenile comeback.

"I'm sorry, kid. Forget I said anything," he muttered before turning into another aisle. He mentally kicked himself for letting the interaction go that far. Although his aching body and mind yearned for some relief, he wouldn't take advantage of some young girl.

He hurriedly stomped past the cashiers, swiping a few cigars from a distracted employee's station.

After the initial shock wore off, you quickly followed the older man to the parking lot. Totally not stalker-ish at all, right?

You wanted to take care of him. His reluctance to return your lust-sick gaze should have deterred you, but it only made you more desperate.

You watched as his hands dug into his pocket, pulling out a set of keys. The chipper click of the limo doors unlocking motivated you to get his attention.

"Hey! Can we talk?" You yelled, raising an outstretched palm to stop him from getting inside the car.

Logan froze at the sound of your voice. He contemplated being responsible, slamming his door and driving off without a second glance.

The gentle pressure of your hand wrapping around his wrist made him think extremely irresponsible thoughts.

Turning around to meet your gaze, the older man swiftly opened the passenger door. "Get in. Now," he growled.

Words betrayed you. All you responded with was a surprised squeak as he used your grip on his wrist to push you further into the vehicle.

His eyes widened as you briefly parted your thighs to get settled in the lush leather seat. The sinfully short hem of your skirt bunched up, revealing your underwear.

Logan whipped his head to the front of the limo, avoiding the sight of your body. Unfortunately, he couldn't avoid how you felt against his. You sat at an angle towards him, knees pressing against his thigh. His body tensed as you placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Why were you following me, huh?" he asked, finally meeting your eyes. "I've had a long fuckin' day and I need answers." He couldn't believe that a young woman like you would be interested in him.

"Yeah, you're old enough to be my father, maybe older-" you paused to move your left hand onto his thigh. "-but I'm done playing with boys." You shyly turned your head before continuing, "Need a real man."

Logan was done holding back. Now, it all made sense. Your lack of direction in the store, the low cut of your outfit that was way too sexy for a late night grocery run. We're both adults, he reasoned. She wants this.

He gingerly cradled your jaw with his large hand, turning your head towards his. "You sure about this, sweetheart?

You covered his hand with your own, bringing your lips to his in a spontaneous kiss. "I-I need to hear you," he stuttered.

"Shut up and fuck me, . . . " you sighed, pausing to ask for his name.

"Logan . . . call me Logan, doll." His left hand snaked around your waist, bunching the delicate material and exposing your breasts.

As you leaned into his palm, he fished the limo keys out of his pocket and clicked twice, locking the doors. He fondled the underside of your tits before rolling the sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

You were grateful for the tinted windows that shielded your embarrassing moans from the public.

"Already whining for me, hm? So fuckin' needy," he hummed, pushing up your top even further. You crossed your arms to undress, but Logan swatted them away, explaining, "It's cute. Wanna see your tits bounce for me, baby."

He gripped your ass with both hands and effortlessly swung you onto the broad expanse of his lap.

Your back arched as his rough palm cupped your pussy, thumb languidly tracing your sensitive bud through the cotton.

"But this . . . has to go," he drawled, tugging the elastic of your panties before letting it go with a faint snap.

It was too much. You were splayed over the lap of a stranger, hips wantonly rocking yourself over his prominent bulge and mewling as your sensitive clit caught on the rough fabric of his slacks.

He stilled your movements with his hands, lovingly kneading the flesh of your hips. "You okay with this?" he asked, searching your eyes for any sign of doubt. "Yeah, Logan . . . more than okay. Need you."

You loved that he was confident enough to take what he wanted but also gracious enough to check in, unlike the boys you were used to fucking around with.

His fingers hooked around the waistband of your skirt and panties, skillfully pushing your legs against your chest as he pulled them off. He decided against slicing them off with his claws, not wanting to hurt you. "Fuck. You're so pretty. My sweet, sweet girl . . ." he cooed. You whined as your aching cunt was finally exposed to Logan's hungry gaze and the chill night air. He groaned as you resumed desecrating his lap with your juices.

Your breath hitched as Logan traced two fingers along your bottom lip. You granted him access, playfully darting your tongue around his digits.

After his fingers were thoroughly soaked, he used your saliva to gently trace your hole, noticing the faint flutter of your walls.

"Need me to fill you up, hm? Poor baby's clenching around nothing. Let me fix that . . ." Logan's palm brushed against your clit as his fingers plunged into you, setting a steady pace.

You were incredibly wet, but he needed to prep you for his thick cock. He drooled, collecting a heavy wad of spit onto his tongue before letting it fall onto your pussy.

"Ah-ah!" You exclaimed, surprised by the contact. You bit your lip, cheeks flushing at the lewd feeling of his spit mixing with your wetness.

He used his other hand to slap repeatedly against your puffy folds, mesmerized by how vulnerable you were being for him.

"Yeah, you like that?" He whispered, curling his fingers as they met your cervix. You covered your mouth, desperately trying to maintain some modesty. Logan withdrew his left hand to pry away your arm and swallow your moans, sloppily slotting his lips into yours.

You gasped into his mouth as you felt your cunt spasm around his fingers, gushing all over his tight slacks.

"Oh, fuck! Logan . . . " you mewled, biting his lower lip while he continued to finger you through your orgasm.

Your head fell into the inviting crook of his neck, nuzzling his graying beard. "Atta girl, come for me," he cooed.

Logan peered down at you, noticing wet droplets dampening his beard. You were silently crying, tears cascading down your puffy cheeks before landing on his face.

At first, he was alarmed. "Hey, hey, shhhh," he purred. "What's the matter, doll?"

His cock twitched when he realized you were smiling against his neck.

"Nothing's wrong, Logan . . . you make me feel so good, that's all."

He planted a sweet kiss on your forehead. "Yeah? Want me to make you feel even better? Fill you up for real this time?"

You nodded dumbly, still basking in the haze of your release.

"Nuh-uh. Words." The simple command made you rut into his lap.

You shuddered while responding. "Wanna feel you inside me. Need your-" Logan bucked up into you. "-cock."

He slid his hands under your thighs, briefly pushing you forward so he could unbuckle his belt. Your small hands slinked toward his waist. "Let me do it," you pleaded, hastily sliding his belt through its loops and tossing it to the floor.

You pulled his cock out of his slacks, leaning down to press sweet little kisses to the head. Your thighs burned with the effort, but it was worth it to feel him momentarily lose control. Logan hissed sharply, "Good girl, fuck-" before guiding his thick cock into your heavenly mouth.

You licked a prominent vein that teased its way above his waistband. The taste of him was utterly intoxicating. You moaned onto his length, choking back tears as he suddenly thrust up into your eager throat.

The delicious weight of his cock on your tongue was short-lived. He cupped your face, forcing your mouth to slide past the tip with an obscene pop.

"Won't last long if you keep doing that, doll. Takes a lot less to get me riled up these days," he explained.

You nodded as you straightened yourself, using your knees to hover above his lap. He teasingly ran the flushed tip of his cock through your folds before sinking into your weeping pussy.

"Oh my god! fuck-" you cried, lowering your hips to embrace his full length. Your hands found stability on Logan's shoulders as you bounced on his cock.

Logan stared in awe at your tits. They were practically spilling out the sides of your cute top, jiggling with each movement of your hips.

As he admired your form, you drunk in the sight of his coarse salt and pepper beard. His wiry glasses barely held onto the slope of his strong nose due to your eager movements. You paid special attention to his crimson-stained shirt, wondering how he was enduring the wounds.

"You're hurt." You stated, pausing to slowly unbutton his dress shirt.

Logan's hands grabbed a handful of your ass and slammed you down onto his lap, forcing you to continue taking his cock.

"Never said you could stop," he huffed. "It'll take time, but I'm healing."

You gasped as your clit hitched on the bunched fabric of his slacks, frantically shrugging off his shirt in the process. A devastating moan ripped from Logan's throat as you peppered kisses on his wounds. The coppery taste of his blood was oddly soothing, reminding you that the man buried in your cunt was real and not just a figment of your lust-fueled imagination.

Logan loved how dazed you looked, your chest rising and falling with each shaky breath, your pupils dilated and glossy. His cock twitched every time your soft tits brushed against his face. You whined as the steady rhythm of your hips faltered, hinting at your imminent release.

"Lean forward, baby. Let your old man take care of you," he sighed, wrapping his broad arms around your waist. You allowed yourself to slump forward, arching your back and playfully wiggling your ass in the air.

You yelped as he slapped your ass with enough force to feel the sting radiate from his outstretched palm. "Such a fuckin' tease," he growled, filling you up in one thrust. He set a punishing pace that made you sob into his chest. The loud squelches of your release echoed throughout the limo, mirroring your high-pitched wines.

"Oh, my god! . . ." you mewled, savoring the feeling of his cock stretching your walls. Your breath hitched every time his hips met yours, balls slapping against the sensitive skin of your ass.

He fucked up into your cunt, relishing the fact that you'd probably never had a cock as big as his. Logan stared at where you were connected, hypnotized by the subtle drag of your folds along his rugged length.

"Don't know what I did to deserve a pretty girl like you." His teeth tugged on the delicate strap of your top, exposing your breasts. His mouth enveloped the bud, gently sucking and pulling as they hardened.

"Logan . . . can't take it anymore. I'm close." You clenched around him, earning another hard slap on your ass.

"You gonna come for me sweetheart, hm?" He somehow increased his pace, hips drilling into your sensitive cunt. "C'mon, come all over my cock. Such a sweet young thing, so eager to please . . . " he hummed into your ear.

"And just so we're clear, I am definitely older than your father." His filthy words made you arch even higher, stilling your hips mid-air and allowing Logan to fuck you through your release.

The sound of you faintly chanting his name as you came sent him over the edge. "You can take it," he encouraged as your pathetic whines intermingled with his unabashed groans. His hips drove home, bouncing you harshly against his tense thighs and spilling into you with a low growl.

You almost blacked out at the feeling of his cum spurting into your walls, reaching even further when Logan buried his cock to the hilt. You clenched around him, overstimulated and thoroughly fucked.

"That's it, just relax . . . You look so pretty milking my cock," he praised, brushing stray hair away from your face.

You managed to sit upright and shakily moved to lift yourself off his cock, but Logan quickly steadied your hips. He's still hard, you realized, fascinated by his renewed vigor.

He panted, obviously just as spent as you were.

"So, uh, tomorrow, the Italian place on fifth street, 8 PM?"

You narrowed your eyes, incredibly confused at his choice of words after experiencing the best sex you've ever had.

"Our first date," he clarified. He kissed your cheek and you blushed at the contrast between the innocent action and the fact that his hard cock was still buried in your cunt. "After all, I'm a real man, right? And real men plan dates." He plastered on a cocky grin, repeating your earlier statements.

"Okay, old man. It's a date." You smiled, kissing his mouth with passion.

Ah!!! I had so much fun writing this. Old Man Logan, when will it be my turn >:[

[hellotailor]

armand’s costumes are such an interesting data point re: his nebulous sense of identity.

when analyzing any costume, there are always many factors to consider: the setting, the character’s personal taste and economic constraints, storytelling concerns like tone and genre, etc. with armand, we also need to remember that he’s 500 years old and violently disconnected from his human origins. everything he wears has an element of disguise, selected to blend into a new environment.

armand was enslaved as a child in 16th century delhi, and barely remembers his mortal life. unlike louis - who can return to new orleans after 80 years and reconnect with his past - armand has no home to return to. his whole backstory, even his name, is rife with traumatic subtext, leaving him with an obsessive need for structure and control. this adds an extra layer of meaning to costuming choices that initially seem like straightforward menswear. 

armand’s 1940s wardrobe is very put-together - primarily three-piece suits and coats that make him look wealthier and more formal than louis, who is purposefully dressing down. most of these outfits are tailored to bulk up armand's frame, leaning into the "maitre" persona. and like his business-casual dubai wardrobe, he always leaves his collar open. when i interviewed costume designer carol cutshall, she described this as a symbolic power move, signalling that he's an apex predator who doesn't need to protect his throat.

my personal interpretation is that while armand clearly likes to look good, he has a complicated relationship with attractiveness. he doesn't always want to draw attention. his color palette is shadowy (black, grey, brown, olive green), and he’s much less flashy than the other Théâtre vamps. however when he’s feeling confident and flirty, he becomes more of a power-dresser - for instance his hunting outfit with the big coat and sunglasses, or his habit of wearing kohl.

interestingly, most of armand's 1940s costumes set him apart from the coven. the Théâtre vampires dress like cabaret performers, embracing a lot of period-specific styles. by contrast armand is more timeless and neutral. in fact, due to the relatively minor changes in men's suits over the past 100 years, there's a lot of overlap between his wardrobe in the 1940s, '70s and 2020s:

the rest of the Théâtre squad share an unofficial uniform of boldly clashing monochrome patterns with pops of bright color. meanwhile armand has a very plain wardrobe, emphasizing the image of him as a businesslike authority figure surrounded by zany artistes. he only wears subtle stripes on a few occasions in the '40s, reflecting the recurring prison motif we see in lestat's trial suit and (most famously) the dubai penthouse bedroom:

if we ask the question, "what does this person like to wear?" there are easy answers for lestat, louis and claudia. we understand their tastes, and the motives behind them. but armand is more enigmatic. we can recognize through-lines in his wardrobe, but his "taste" is dominated by whatever role he's currently decided to embody, whether that's a parisian theater director or a real estate mogul in dubai.

the times when he appears to have the most fun with clothing are when he steals a pair of sunglasses from his human dinner (!) and when he's pretending to be rashid. in other words, when he's explicitly performing for an audience. "real armand" is still a mystery.

(i may write more about armand's dubai wardrobe later, but for now, you can find all of my iwtv costumes posts on this tag!)

[natsaffection]

Mafias Mistress pt. 5 | N.R

MafiaBoss!Natasha x CivilianYounger!Reader

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Age gap (Natasha is 32 = reader ist 22) BDSM STUFF - Restraints, spanking, flogging, vibrator use, nipple clamp use, edging, overstimulation, strap on (r receive), fingering, choking, rough sex

Word Count: 3,8k

A/N: Pure Smut below..we are slowly coming to the end🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

You were startled awake by the sound of your bedroom door bursting open. You sit up, eyes widening, and see Natasha standing in the doorway, her expression a mixture of anger and urgency. The morning light casts long shadows in the room, making Natasha's presence even more imposing.

"What do you want?" you ask annoyed. You had hoped for some peace and quiet, but Natasha's sudden appearance dashed that hope.

Natasha walks into the room, her eyes flashing, "I have a high-ranking visitor today. Important people here for business. You are not leaving this room tonight. Do you understand me?"

You crossed your arms, your irritation growing. "And why would I ? Are you afraid of embarrassing you?" Natasha's eyes narrowed. "I'm not in the mood for games, Y/N. If you leave this room tonight, you will suffer the consequences. Serious consequences.”

You feel a spark of defiance flare up inside you. “We’ll see.” Natasha leans closer to you, her voice a deadly whisper. “I’m serious, Y/N. Don’t test me.”

As Natasha leaves the room and slams the door behind her, your mind raced. You knew this was your chance to get revenge on Natasha for the humiliation you endured last night. An idea began to form and a determined smile spread across your face. This time you will win, consequences or not.

As the evening came, the mansion bustled with activity, you made your move. You chose a short, form-fitting dress, the fabric shimmering in the light. It was provocative, designed to attract attention and elicit a reaction from Natasha.

You decided to forget underwear, knowing it would drive Natasha crazy. With one last look in the mirror, you take a deep breath and leave your room. The halls were filled with Natasha's men, their eyes widening in shock and fear when they saw you. You move purposefully, your heart pounding with anticipation.

Maria spots you first, her eyes widening in horror. "Y/N, what are you doing here?" she whispered urgently. "She kill you first and then me. Go back, I mean it."

You grin, your defiance only growing. "Don't worry, Maria. "Just look." As you walked through the mansion, you could feel everyone's eyes on you. The tension in the air was palpable, a mixture of fear and excitement. You finally reach the main hall, where the high-ranking visitors mingle.

Natasha had been speaking to a visitor, a man with a smug expression and a condescending tone. He leaned closer to Natasha, his gaze wandering around. "You know, Natalia, you always manage to keep things interesting. That girl over there," he said, nodding toward you, "looks like she's here to entertain us."

Natasha followed his gaze and her blood froze when she saw you. The dress was short, far too short, and every curve was provocatively accentuated. Natasha's grip on her glass tightened, the warning she had given you earlier ringing in her ears.

"Excuse me for a moment." Natasha walked toward you, handed her glass to a nearby waiter and stopped you in your tracks, "What the hell are you wearing?" Natasha hissed, grabbing your arm and pulling you to the side. The grip was firm, but not painful.

You looked up at her, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "A few thousand of your dollars," you answered casually. "The dress is so short, you don't even have to take it off."

Natasha's eyes sparked with anger and something darker, more primal. You took Natasha's hand and slid it between your thighs. Her breath caught when she realized you weren't wearing any underwear.

"You think this is a game?" Natasha whispered, her voice a mix of anger and desire. "You think you can just walk out of here like that?" Your heart raced, but you kept your composure, "Maybe I do," you answered firmly. "Maybe I wanted to know if it still meant something to you."

Natasha's hand tightened around your thigh, her breath hot against your ear. "Oh, it means something to me," she whispered, her voice full of promise. "But you're playing with fire." Your body shook with anticipation, your pulse quickened. "Maybe I like the heat," you whispered back, your voice barely audible.

Natasha's control wavered, her eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and desire. "You have no idea what you're doing," she said, her voice strained. You leaned closer, your lips touching Natasha's ear. "Then show me," you challenged, your voice a seductive whisper.

For a moment, Natasha's anger seemed to disappear, replaced by a burning desire. She pulled you closer, your bodies pressed together. "You want to play games?" she murmured, her voice a low growl. "Let's play."

You caught your breath as Natasha's hand slid further up your thigh, her touch possessive and tender at the same time. “I’m not afraid of you,” you whispered. “Not anymore.”

Natasha's eyes darkened, her grip tightening. "You should be," she whispered back, her voice a dangerous promise. "Oh, and when I'm done with you, you'll know exactly why."

Just as the tension between you reached its peak, Natasha pulled back abruptly. She signaled to two of her men who were quickly approaching. "Take her to my room," Natasha ordered, her voice cold and commanding. "And make sure she doesn't come out."

The men nodded with serious expressions as they grabbed you by the arms. You struggled against their grip, fear creeping into you as you realized Natasha was serious. The men were rough, dragging you through the mansion to Natasha's private quarters.

"Natasha, hey!" you shouted, your voice shaking. "You can't do that! Natasha!!" But Natasha's face remained a mask of anger and determination. "You wanted to play games, Y/N. Now you'll see what happens."

You were pushed into Natasha's room, the door slamming behind you. The men stood guard outside, their presence a reminder of Natasha's authority. Your heart raced, the reality of the situation sinking in. Shit..

In the silence of the room, you could hear your own heartbeat, fear mixed with lingering desire. You realized you had underestimated Natasha's anger and thought it was all an act. But Natasha's anger was real, and you were now trapped by your own actions.

As the minutes passed, your nervousness grew. You had to find a way to make things right, to maybe calm Natasha down after all. You approached the door and knocked softly. There was no answer, just the oppressive silence and the presence of the guards outside. You sank to the floor, your mind racing.

Hours had passed since Natasha had ordered you to be taken to her room. The villa had gone quiet, the high-ranking visitors gone, leaving an atmosphere of tension and unease. You sat on the edge of the bed, your mind racing with thoughts of Natasha and the consequences of your actions.

Outside, Maria approached cautiously, her voice gentle. "Natasha, you have to calm down. This won't help." Natasha's eyes flashed with anger. "She thinks this is a game, Maria. She doesn't understand the danger she's in."

"Then show her," Maria suggested quietly. "But not as you are now. Talk to her. Help her understand." Natasha looked at her and took a breath. She ran past Maria, "Not today."

The door squeaked open and your heart was in your throat. Natasha stood in the doorway, her expression unreadable, a dark intensity in her eyes. She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her with a soft click. "Natasha," you began, your voice shaking. "I-"

"Enough," Natasha interrupted, her voice cold and commanding. "You've gone far again today." Before you could react, Natasha grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet. The grip was firm and unyielding, sending a shiver of fear down your spine. "Natasha, please, I'm sorry..." you begged, but Natasha's expression remained hard.

Without a word, Natasha led you down the hallway, never loosening her grip. You descended a staircase you'd never noticed before, the air growing cooler and more threatening with each step.

You reached a heavy wooden door, which Natasha pushed open, revealing a dimly lit room with an array of appliances and devices. It was Natasha's playroom. Bigger, redder and much more equipped than the room in Natasha's apartment.

Adrenaline rushed through you as you realized what was coming. "No, Natasha, wait," you begged, trying to pull away. Natasha's grip tightened, her eyes dark with determination. "You wanted to play games, Y/N. Now you'll see the consequences."

She pulled yourself in front of her so she could look at you. She paused for a moment and looked deep into your eyes. "Do you remember your safe word?"

You blinked, your confusion evident. "Yes," you answered, your voice shaking slightly. "Red." Natasha nodded, a hint of relief crossing her face. "Good. Remember, you can use it anytime. I won't stop otherwise."

She dragged you to a large, imposing X in the middle of the room that was equipped with restraints. With practiced ease, Natasha tied your wrists and ankles to the posts so that you stood stretched out and vulnerable.

Natasha paused, her eyes softening for a moment before she steeled herself. "You have to understand something, Y/N," she said with a low growl. "My world is dangerous. You can't just play games and expect there to be no consequences."

Your heart pounded in your chest, your fear mixed with a strange feeling of anticipation, and you remembered why you got into this situation in the first place. You have a goal.

"Maybe I'll enjoy the consequences?"

Natasha's eyes flickered with emotion, but she remained determined. "We'll see about that," she growled. Her voice held a promise that took your breath away with anticipation. With practiced ease and skill, Natasha leaned forward, running her fingertips along the curve of your arm and down to the soft curve of your chest. "You will learn to submit," she whispered, her fingers playing with the goosebumps that formed before her touch. “What you saw back at home is nothing compared to this."

Your pulse quickened as Natasha moved behind you. You felt the cool touch of a leather whip sliding down your back and couldn't help the involuntary trembling. "Oh, I like that trembling," Natasha cooed in your ear, biting your earlobes. "I'm going to enjoy this more than you..."

The scent of your arousal filled the air, an intoxicating aroma that Natasha didn't want to deny herself. She slid a hand between your thighs and rubbed your wet pussy lips, eliciting a gasp from you, the frightened but eager newcomer.

"Open your mouth," Natasha ordered, her voice rough and commanding. You obediently opened your lips and Natasha slid two fingers into your mouth, rubbing them firmly against your tongue and gums. "You do realize that you're not supposed to like this, right?"

You moaned, filled with a mixture of fear and desire as your body shook in response. With a cruel glint in her eyes, Natasha filled your mouth and with her other hand she pinched and pulled cruelly at your nipples.

"That's it, take it all," Natasha hissed, her voice almost a growl now. "Show me how much you want it." You moaned and your head fell back against the iron cross. You could hear the wetness between your legs dripping onto the smooth leather carpet beneath you.

The sound of the whip falling onto your skin sounded like a gunshot in your ears, sending shocks of pleasure and pain throughout your body. Natasha ran the evil instrument down your back, thighs and buttocks, letting its cruel spikes bite deep into your skin.

You struggled against your bonds, lost somewhere between agony and ecstasy. Natasha paused, her attention lingering on the delicate skin at the crease where your legs met her body. You tensed as you felt a soft feather tickle you, and you broke out in a cold sweat.

“shh,” Natasha whispered, “just feel.” She pulled the feather higher, reaching your quivering sex. Your head fell back in surrender as you squeezed your eyes shut.

You felt the sting of the feather disappear, replaced by the delicate caress of something softer, a feather-light touch just beneath your sex. You winced as Natasha’s lips found the sensitive underside of one of your breasts, sucking and nibbling hungrily.

“Fuck!” you screamed, your hips bucking toward Natasha’s mouth just as she felt the cruel bite of the whip on the exposed curves of your ass. Natasha grinned and dragged the leather instrument teasingly across your folds. “Beg,” she purred, tugging at one of your sensitive nipples with her teeth.

You whimpered and struggled against the bonds as Natasha’s harsh words sent waves of shame and desire through you. "Make me." You gasped, grinning in her face. Natasha ripped the dress off of you, leaving your stomach bare and trembling. Suddenly, cool metal closed around your nipples and a rush of pleasure ran through your body as the metal began to vibrate.

"W-What.." you gasped, struggling against the bonds that pinned you to the cross. Natasha's grin widened at your reaction and she twisted one of the clamps before another low hum filled the air.

"You should hold still while I do that," she purred as she moved the vibrating object over your sensitive clitoris, sending a shiver down your spine.

"No, Natasha! I-I- Too much..!" You tried to catch your breath as the sensations overwhelmed you. The clamps pulled on your sensitive nipples, increasing each touch. "Natasha...please, n-no more!!" you whimpered. But Natasha just laughed softly.

"Oh, my love, we're just getting started," Natasha teased, running her tongue over your heaving breast. She pressed the vibrating object harder against your clit, making your hips twitch helplessly.

"F-FUCK!" you screamed as you writhed in the leather restraints. Your body burned; all reason dissolved in the rush of pleasure. Your legs and chest twitched uncontrollably, seeking any friction to quell the pain that demanded release.

Natasha kept her eyes fixed on your writhing object as she played with the vibrating device, running it up and down your labia and teasing your throbbing clit. With each pass, she felt your desire grow as your resolve weakened. "I-I'm begging you! Ple-ase!" you gasped, your voice a hoarse plea.

Natasha stood there, enjoying the sight of the shaking, exhausted girl before her. For now, she was content to watch you tremble and pant with a deliciously dazed expression on your face.

Natasha growled deep in her throat as she slid her hand between your legs. "Oooh, God-d!" you cried out, your already flushed cheeks glowing even hotter. "You don't need him," Natasha chuckled darkly into the folds of your wet entrance. She enjoyed the way you tensed and writhed against her. "Just me," Natasha teased, pressing her fingers into your heated core in one quick, unyielding motion.

Your eyelids fluttered closed as Natasha mercilessly added a third finger, stretching you wide. Your heart was pounding wildly and your mind was reeling - a dizzying cocktail of pain and rapture.

Natasha seized the opportunity, her lips grasping the sensitive outline of your tight bud as she pushed her fingers deeper inside you. You cried out once more before your orgasm fully took hold, increasing tension gripping your entire body as the waves arched and crashed over you.

Natasha let you ride the wave before she pulled her fingers back. “Your pretty ass is about to be mine." With a quick movement, she ran her nails along the crack of your ass.

"N-No!" you cried, your body tense as Natasha stood behind you. "Relax or it will hurt even more," Natasha ordered, spanking your ass hard. Your body twitched violently, pushing the restraints further.

"Listen carefully," she said, admiring your shaking body from behind, "You will count out loud with each lash of my whip. If you fail, I will start over. Do you understand?"

You whimpered and nodded your head vigorously. Sweat ran down your forehead and you could feel the heat radiating from Natasha's body, the woman's skin seemed to burn. And then came the first lash.

"One," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the blood pounding in your ears. Natasha smiled, her eyelids drooping lazily as she raised the whip high above her head.

A wicked glint danced in her deep green eyes, and you could feel your breath catch in your throat as the whip came down again, landing hard on your trembling, flushed skin.

"Two..." you let out a sigh as a deep, painful throb raced through your body. You weakly struggled to find purchase against the shackles around your wrists and ankles, but it was useless. You had nowhere to go and you had no choice but to hold on.

Your breathing became shallower and more desperate as the seconds ticked by, your head a whirlwind of emotions. Natasha kept her eyes on your beautiful, trembling form as she mercilessly swung her whip, marking your flesh with each strike. Your body arched with each strike, your cries mingling with Natasha's own animalistic growls.

Finally exhausted, she lowered the whip and let it hang limply from her hand. The sickly, sweet smell of sweat and desire hung in the air as Natasha strode toward you, her gaze fixed on the exhausted subordinate's trembling physical form.

With a wicked, lustful grin, Natasha knelt before you and pushed your ankle shackles apart, revealing the pink welts that marked your bottom, still glowing from the cruel discipline you had just endured.

"Would you like to try counting again, my love?" Natasha purred, her voice dripping with malice. You shook your head, your exhausted body desperate and still shaking from the intense burn of the whip.

"I d-don't, I can't...anymore," you said exhaustedly. "We'll see," Natasha's voice sounded cold and threatening above you, as she released your bonds, your arms fell limply to your side and your legs had no strength to hold you up. Natasha caught you and carried you over to a bed.

She leaned closer, examining the marks she had left on your supple skin, then ran her fingers over the angry red lines. "Does it hurt?" Natasha whispered hoarsely in your ear, her warm breath causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. "Answer me," Natasha demanded, her voice harder now. "Do you feel pain?"

"Y-Yes," you whispered dejectedly. "Good." Natasha grinned wildly as she lowered her lips to your neck, placing hot, wet kisses and leaving little love bites. You whimpered softly, throwing your head back as you arched to meet Natasha's exploring lips.

With a harsh giggle, Natasha grabbed your thighs and opened them wide. You gasped as the cold air rose and hit your heated core. A deep blush flooded your cheeks as Natasha kissed your inner thighs, eliciting a moan from her submissive.

"Look at you," Natasha murmured in agreement, her voice sensual and deep, vibrating deliciously. "You want this so fucking bad, that tight little cunt is just begging for relief."

A dark shiver ran through you at the crude language. It sent shivers down your spine, your nipples poking out like greedy little peaks in her leather bralette. Your body needed to be conquered, craved the taste of domination. And who better to give it to you than Natasha?

"Are you ready, moya lyubov?" Natasha purred, her eyes dark and intense as she reached under the bed and pulled out a strap-on. "Yes," you breathed, unable to look away from the dominant woman. Without warning, Natasha thrust forward, filling you with a wild, animalistic hunger. She gripped your thighs tightly and held them still as she thrust into you with wild abandon.

You screamed in pleasure, the pain of your welts fading in the face of your overwhelming pleasure. Natasha leaned down to kiss you, swallowing your passionate cries as she continued to plunder your depths.

Your tongues dueled and parried, each thrust and retreat bringing you closer to the edge. "Cum for me," Natasha whispered hoarsely, pulling back just enough to meet your wide eyes.

The command sent a shiver down your spine, your core clenching around Natasha as you neared your release. "I'm... I'm going to...!" you screamed, unable to hold back the tidal wave of pleasure. Your eyes rolled back and your body tensed as you felt the orgasm rip through you. This time Natasha watched your body shudder in release, delighting in how you screamed and squirmed in surrender to her dominance.

She paused for a moment, staring hungrily at your flushed, sweat-covered features as she occasionally groped you as you screamed and squirmed. "So beautiful, so perfect. You can feel me deep inside you, feel you falling apart under my touch, brought to the edge." Then she increased her speed, her movements becoming more reckless; her eyes blazing with the intensity of her desire.

"Fuck N-Natasha, wai-it!" With each thrust, your cries grew louder, the bedposts clacked rhythmically against the wall as natasha desperately searched for release. You tossed your head from side to side, your breasts bouncing and jumping, your hair making a mess of the expensive silk sheets.

"Stay still," Natasha demanded, her voice low and threatening, but there was something whispered in that command that sent a shiver of anticipation through your body, making it impossible for you to resist. Your breath came in ragged gasps and your eyes fluttering shut.

"Stay with me, little one.” Natasha demanded, her voice deep and commanding. You obeyed immediately, your wide eyes meeting Natasha's. "That's better," Natasha said, satisfaction shining in her eyes. "I'm the boss here and you will do what I say. Do you finally understand that now?”

You cried out and arched your back as your body endured the hard thrust, your clit rubbing against the thick base of the strap-on with each thrust. Natasha bit her lip, her eyes on you as she pushed in deeper, hitting the spot that made your whole body twitch with pleasure. "Oh, God!" you screamed as another wave of pleasure raced through your body. "Scream my name," Natasha hissed. "Say it!"

You could barely form words at this point, let alone remember what Natasha had ordered, but you felt Natasha's hands close around your throat, cutting off your airway just enough to make your speech sound garbled and unintelligible. "Nn... ta...asha!" You gagged, your body writhing under Natasha's grip.

"Fuck Y/n!!" she breathed as she thrust into you one last time, the dildo glistening with your shared wetness. Your body froze beneath her, your eyes rolling back as you reached the peak of your orgasm. Your loud, throaty screams filled the room as you came for the third time, your body a limp, sated mess, sprawled on the bed.

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[jji-lee]

mark was running a little late, okay actually he was running really late. you had set the meet up time at 7 but it was now 8:30. being an hour and a half late is fashionable... right? he had spent this extra time switching outfits left and right, his room was beginning to look like the aftermath of one of haechan's parties, without the passed out girls and naked men of course. what do people usually wear to casual meet ups? oh right! jisung had told him once that wearing the color red makes men appear more attractive to woman, or was it the other way around? there was no time for questioning jisung, mark had once again rummaged through his drawers and closet looking for a clean red shirt, and there it was! okay well, yes this shirt was from high school, so yes it was a little tight, and sure maybe it had a lame spiderman design on it, but he was running out of time and this was the last option, girls love superhero's, right?

before leaving he grabbed a new hoodie he had just brought (just in case the spiderman shirt was a fail), and banged loudly on the shared wall yelling a quick,

"i'm coming over now!"

wait shouldn't he just have knocked on your door? whatever, wall, door, you'll get the message. and you did indeed because as he stepped out of his dorm room, you were waiting for him leaning against your door.

"hi there, you finally ready?"

he chuckled nervously, embarrassed that he had kept you waiting.

"ha, yeah, sorry for the wait."

"nice shirt by the way."

you laughed as you turned to enter your dorm, he followed after you as you guided him inside. it was slightly larger than his, your kitchen and living room divided by an island counter, and two doors at the back of the dorm which he figured led to your room and bathroom, oh how he wished to see your room. you had simple decorations, but it was very clear that you were an english major. books adorned almost every surface, all with colorful little sticky tabs sticking out of them, he wondered what you wrote about. but his eyes landed on the coffee table in the middle of your living room, it was covered with all types of snacks and drinks ready to be eaten. you had noticed his staring,

"don't tell me a girls never gotten you snacks mark lee. i didn't know what you liked so i got a little bit of everything, get comfortable, you are gonna be talking about your crush, you can stop acting like i'm a stranger."

you gestured at the couch so he would sit, he didn't even notice he was still standing in your doorway. before he sat he handed you his hoodie nervously, watching as your eyebrows knitted with confusion,

"i didn't have time to get you something as a thank you, for uh, doing this, just take it please, i swear i haven't worn it"

you took the hoodie tentatively,

"fine, just so that you won't feel like you owe me, i'm doing this as a neighborly act of helpfulness, (being nosy) so don't worry about repaying me anymore."

he nodded quickly, embarrassingly quickly, but thankfully you didn't see him as you shoved the hoodie over your head and turned to walk towards your room. he stood up to follow you inside, thank god he's going to see your room, but you immediately turned around as if you read his mind,

"don't follow me! i'm just getting something, stay there!"

damn, he sat back down taking the time to look around a bit more and grab some snacks, hopefully his heart would calm down by the time you got back, but his heart rate only sped up as he heard you shuffle back to him, laptop in hand.

"alright markie, this is gonna teach you the basics of what is required to be an ideal man."

your determined expression eased his nerves a bit, maybe you'd actually give him tips on how to sneak his way into your heart, should he have brought a notebook?

𖦹 .ᐣ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ cryptic crush — [16] that's barbie bitch

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notes : i admit my comfort show is barbie life in the dreamhouse. but if you don't know ken treats barbie like a queen and worships the ground she walks on!

taglist : @sunghoonsgfreal , @dalsosapple , @nanaxwi , @neverbeurs , @miichellehciim , @h-aechanie , @hizhu , @mystverse , @wonwootakemyheart , @ppeachyttae , @jae-n0 , @onlyhyunjin , @alethea-moon , @onyourmark-99 , @sunnystarred , @p-d1ddy , @hisrkive , @flwrs4marklee , @haechskiss , @rutheaflowers , @busy-daydreaming02 , @byeonwooseokabs , @bunniin , @odxrilove , @candied-czennie , @injunnie-lemon , @sunflowerhae , @nosungluv , @222brainrot , @vklve , @aerivrs , @slayhaechan , @aek1ra , @honeynanamin , @roseangelxfuma , @starfilledgaze , @meowtella , @grassbutneo , @hyuck-me , @lovm4rk , @minkyuncutie , @babystrlla , @tynlvr

[angstics]

i finally articulated my opinion on my "is gerard way doing drag" question. my definition of drag is when a person impersonates, exaggerates, or appropriates a mode of gender expression. drag can be artistic or political (or both). drag can be an identity. drag and transgender identity are confused as the same thing. for some, it is. what is considered cross dressing can also be considered drag. it's important to note that drag is essential to queer culture, and how the us government harasses queer people through cross dressing, and now anti-drag, laws. we wouldnt be here talking about pop artists doing drag without drag performers and nonbinary-trans-gnc people.

to some people, a self-identified man in a female-identified dress is drag. "cross dressing" depends on cishet norms. queer people, especially nonbinary-trans-gnc people, have called to dismantle the assignment of gender to clothing. under that lens, a man in a dress is just a man in a dress -- for it to be drag, context and intent matters. that's how you get women doing female drag, or androgynous people doing what gerard way's been doing this last year on tour.

in asking "is gerard way doing drag?", im assigning importance to the topic. does it matter? within my understanding, drag is about intent and context as much as gender presentation. intent and context is what makes something important. therefore: understanding why the question is important solves it.

male music artists have a long history of cross dressing and doing drag. there's a good chance plugging any dude into a search engine with "drag" or "skirt" will bring something up. bowie, queen, nirvana, manic street preachers, placebo. here's a list. newer artists: lil nas x, harry styles, anthony green, pete wentz, young thug. some are impersonating female caricatures, some are masculinizing female clothes (long, ill-fitting, straight). some, like molko and lil nas, wear feminine clothes without exaggerating or masculinizing. gerard is in that same grey area.

male music artists have a long history of cross dressing and doing drag -- photos: "i want to break free" mv by queen (1984) / placebo in london (oct 1998) / lil nas x at audacy beach festival (dec 5, 2021) / fall out boy at rock for people (june 17, 2022)

all that history is why it was so weird when kerrang called gerard's riot fest "dress and heels" "a compelling show of contrarian anti-rock star eccentricity". it is not anti-rock star, at least not as described. it may be compelling, contrarian, and eccentric, but no reviewer really cares to analyze why. the closest they get is by identifying non-binary connection (them.us) and its relation to the "minefield that is American gender politics today" (latimes.com).

fans were struck by way's outfits for a lot of other reasons.

1. we have to get it out of the way that they just looked hot -- gerard is perpetually attractive, skirts are pretty. easy equation.

2. he has a long history of gender nonconformity. more on that in my #mcr queer studies tag. gerard is a 45 year old famously androgynous person who doesnt do labels, aligns himself with gender nonconformity (2014 reddit ama, 2018 advocate article, 2015 he/they tweet), and doesnt seem to care to be known as a man.

3. the tour outfits were well-fitted. many were crafted by skilled designer marina toybina and her team. which leads to ->

4. the outfits were very casual and very feminine. as mentioned, most men opt for masculine, ill-fitting skirts. which is to say they are NOT showing leg and they are definitely not showing ass. gerard doesnt steer clear from shortness or tightness or movement. he also dresses in ways people dress day to day -- the miniskirt is as casual as the shorts as casual as the jeans. there's some discussion to be had about what casual means -- he could be imitating expected presentation or just using basics, like his frequent shirt and pants.

the miniskirt is as casual as the shorts as casual as the jeans -- photos: firefly music festival (sept 23, 2022) / uncasville (sept 1, 2022) / eden project night 1 (may 16, 2022)

5. there was variety. many outfits, many types. he wasnt just doing pure femininity. some looks were high concept, some low concept. some gendered, some genderless. some feminine, some masculine. it was playful. its honesty evident in its fluidity yet cohesiveness. expanded in the next points ->

6. they incorporate elements of masculinity and gender neutrality concurrent with the feminine. his aggressive, energetic performance style often doesnt mind what people are seeing when his skirt lifts or shirt droops. he has little to no make-up -- if he does, it's stage and not glam. the closest he gets is the agender black swan look at boston night 1, the stage contour at wwwy night 3, and dubious lipstick at firefly. he also maintains the same hairstyle: barely styled, not straightened-curled. pinned a few times, gelled back some other times.

he has little to no make-up -- if he does, it's stage and not glam -- photos: boston night 1 (sept 7, 2022) / when we were young night 3 (oct 29, 2022) / firefly music festival (sept 23, 2022)

7. the character outfits weren't caricatures, like green's sleazy hooker or queen's uptight housewives. gerard's characters were appropriated but not exaggerated. cheerleader, nurse, manson girl, jackie o, princess diane, st joan. all figures of pop culture. he wore them as they were. even comparing green and way's similar white-green cheerleader costumes there's a difference in presentation. green wears long leggings, way wears shorts. green's costume is based on a stranger things character, way's is a custom remade vintage outfit. green exhibits the masculinization of feminine clothes which way subverts. this comparison highlights what makes way's outfits different, and therefore exciting to talk about.

green exhibits the masculinization of feminine clothes which way subverts -- photos: saosin in garden grove, ca (oct 27, 2022) / mcr in nashville, tn (aug 23, 2022)

8. and when he played with masculinity, it was in a way that was dubbed "boydrag". the new jersey night 2 casino singer look was a dramatic caricature that heightened masculine features until they were pure style... the defintion of camp. he had a mustache -- thin like john waters or a confirmed bachelor, and drawn on with eyeliner. he had a suit -- a pink-gold, glittery woman's cut jacket with a glittery bowtie and pleated shirt. the dramatic flair is accentuated by the black eye make-up, the frank sinatra "my way" cover, the drum tag: "the house always wins".

the defintion of camp -- photos: new jersey night 2 (sept 21, 2022) 1 / 2

when i asked which outfits others considered drag, all replies identified the casino singer and jackie o as drag and the rest as "just clothes". this relation made me understand why the rest couldnt be drag despite all the connections i talked about above. the jackie o outfit doesnt exaggerate the source like casino singer, but the source itself is both highly dramatic and highly gendered. cheer is gendered but not highly dramatic, st joan dramatic but not highly gendered. diane is gendered and dramatic, but not highly. the list goes on and on. it's a fine line. especially cheer could tip into drag for me.

but the source itself is both highly dramatic and highly gendered -- photos: mcr at riot fest (oct 12, 2022) / jackie kennedy onassis (jan 3, 1971)

if drag is understood in this way, simply wearing gendered clothes isnt drag. the look itself has to be about the performance of gender, however that may be presented. that’s the importance of classification. we can see what the artist is doing.

[secondhand-snow]

I have a request on mencken: what do you think of reader being his questionably young wife? (This is probably going to end in pwp but i dont mind lol) he likes to show her off and buy her expensive things from the money he pocketed 😂 she's practically his sugar baby but she has a side hustle of being the first lady too

your mind... im obsessed this is such a good dynamic

nsfw | jeryd mencken x f!reader (succession)

The sugar baby comments don’t really get to you anymore. They’re pretty accurate, truth be told. But people don’t need to know that. 

Your relationship with Jeryd Mencken began in your late 20’s, back when you still had a bad dye job, student loans, and a shitty studio apartment. You were employed at a jewelry store, barely making minimum wage, working 9 hour shifts every day just to pay your rent. The first time he came into the store, you treated him like any other customer. Any other incredibly attractive, extremely charismatic, and undoubtedly rich customer. But all the same, when he made his purchase and you parted ways, you never expected to see him again. Until he came back to the store a second time. And a third time. And a fourth, fifth, and sixth time. When he finally asked you on a date his image had already been clouding your sexual fantasies for weeks.

And so started your incredibly complicated romance. Jeryd expected you to be submissive and compliant when you first started going out, basing his speculations on how you’d acted at your job. Let’s just say he was more than surprised when you talked back to him, not afraid to be a brat in public to get what you wanted. This revelation was more of a thrill than a shock. Not only did he get to fuck you so hard the neighbors complained on the noise, he also got to punish you when you acted out. And you acted out a lot. But more than the sex was the attention the pair of you got in public. He’d bring you to his business events, dressing you in expensive silks, showing you off to his colleagues. He loved how amazed his peers got when he arrived with a pretty little doll on his arm, how the women would envy you and the men would crave to be him. 

The gifts started as a reward of sorts. Everytime you accompanied Jeryd to one of these work benefits, everytime you made him look good in public, everytime you were especially well behaved in the open, a present would arrive at your door. Wrapped in gold wrapping paper, with a handwritten note on the top expressing his appreciation, and usually sporting a designer logo of some sort. It began as just a few times a month, but you reacted so happily each time you opened one that he started delivering them almost daily. Oh and he loved when you wore his presents out in public. Most outings with you wearing his gifts would end with him pulling you into a bathroom, car, or empty room, making you thank him for the present while he bent you over and fucked some gratitude into you. He started paying your rent when he convinced you to quit your job, saying that you're too pretty to have to work so hard. And when he sees your apartment for the first time, he immediately insists on finding you a new space. When you can’t find anything you like enough, Jeryd just moves you in with him.

When you finally get married, it’s more a formality than anything else. Your love goes beyond metal bands and a piece of paper. The 5 carat diamond ring does help, though. The wedding happens when Jeryd’s career starts really taking off, when his name starts to seriously come up in political discussions. You both knew he needed a loyal wife to further his traditionalist image, and you were more than capable to play the part. So what if your age gap was controversial, you would make sure every other aspect of your public personas was absolutely perfect. And you did! You wore the business casual skirt suits and attended the charity events. Shit, you even learned about government systems to understand his campaign better. But you can’t tame the perversion away, not completely, not forever. So when Jeryd finally wins the presidency and your lives become semi-private again, it’s a massive relief.

It’s only his first week in the White House when you can’t hold back anymore, sauntering into the Oval Office and kneeling underneath his desk as he works. 

“You missed me this much? Had to come in here while I’m working, couldn’t wait a few hours?” Jeryd’s hand is tangled in your air, slacks around his ankles as you sit on your knees in front of him. You kitten lick at his tip, already red and leaking from your touch as you stroke his shaft languidly. “Such a little slut, so desperate for my cock.”

Your only response is a little smile as you press a teasing kiss to his public bone. Then, you swallow his dick to the base in one movement. His hand tightens in your hair, his head falling back as soft sighs of pleasure leave his plump lips. You’ve done this more times than you can count, having his likes memorized to the point of instinct. You know to cup his balls as you suck his cock, to trace your tongue along that one vein on the underside of his shaft, to hum around his length as he’s fully sheathed in your throat. If you wanted to, you could bring him to release in a matter of minutes. But where’s the fun in that? 

You release him from your mouth with a pop, taking a few seconds to deviously lick the pre-cum on his tip before addressing your husband. 

“You haven’t given me attention in so long…” You lean forwards on your knees, face moving into a pout as you look up at Jeryd with the eyes of a sad puppy. “I’m starting to think you don’t like me anymore.”

He scoffs at that, but takes the bait enough to pull you into his lap, hand coming to your chin to force eye contact. “Don’t be a brat. Just say you want me to fuck you- without making bullshit excuses.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Good girl.” He captures your mouth in a kiss. 

It's all teeth and tongue, messy and sloppy and charged with passion. Before long he has you bouncing on his cock, face pushed into his shoulder to muffle your moans. You cum once as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head, then again when he bends you over his desk to fuck you from behind at a brutal pace. You're glad the building is less busy this time of day, since the sounds of wet skin and hushed groans would be unmistakable to anyone passing by. Jeryd finishes inside of you, like always. When he pulls out, he kneels behind you, your ass swaying temptingly side to side in front of him. He spends several minutes collecting any liquid that leaks out of you onto his fingers and fucking it back inside of you, making comments that his cum is too important to waste.

The next morning you wake up to a golden wrapped present on your night stand. Inside, a remote controlled vibrator, and a note with a promise to film next time.

© secondhand-snow 2024

[mileapo]

Mile & Apo from the hit Thai drama “KinnPorsche The Series” appear in the December issue of SPUR!

Interview conducted after the shooting. Apo changed into casual clothes and appeared in front of the screen first. He waved his hand and said, "Hi! How are you? Mile will be here soon, so please wait a little longer," he said with a refreshing smile that was as bright as his vitamin yellow T-shirt. Mile appeared right after that, took a quick look at Apo, and grabbed two nearby cushions. Mile placed one of them gently behind Apo and sat down with a cheerful smile and said, "Sorry to have kept you waiting." I witnessed the deep bond between the two of them, who care for each other on a daily basis.

──The two of you were active as models since you were teenagers before you started working as actors in earnest. Please tell us why you decided to become a model.

Apo: When I was looking for something to devote myself to, I realized that modeling work would be cool. Luckily, I got a chance to be invited by an acquaintance.

Mile: Similarly, I was invited by an acquaintance and signed a contract with a modeling agent. At that time, more than 10 years ago, there was not yet a culture of scouting through SNS. The way I got into this industry was either by chance or through someone I knew.

──At that time, it seems that model work and academic work were parallel, but each of them must have been quite noticeable on the university campus...!

Mile: Well, I was pretty popular (laughs). I was also active in music. Ever since I was a child, my hobby was playing the guitar.

Apo: I was not popular at all! At that time, I looked like a ``simple boy''. Because I was extremely thin, my face was elongated, and people around me often said I looked like Ultraman (laughs). (He makes a cross with his arms and imitates Ultraman's pose)

Mile: (Laughs). I thought that too when we first met! He resembles both the actor who plays Zhan Zhao (*the main character in the Chinese drama ``The Seven Heroes and Five Gallants'') and Ultraman.

──Mile and Apo have appeared in fashion magazines in various countries. I got a sense of the love these two have for fashion as I watched them talk about their particular style of dressing and their favorite items.

Mile: I really like fashion. I am particularly attracted to items that show the craftsmanship of items such as tailor-made items. What I like most are accessories such as watches and rings, and shoes.

──Apo seems to be particular about eyewear. I was surprised at how many items he carried, such as sunglasses and glasses.

Apo: (Laughs) This is a video introducing the contents of my bag. You did your homework! (= you have prepared well.) Even during the day, I change the design depending on the occasion or my mood, or I wear prescription glasses. I'm the type of person who carries a lot of luggage, especially glasses.

──As Apo mentioned earlier, the two of you were appointed as Dior ambassadors this year. In June, you participated in a men's collection in Paris and received cheers from many people there. How did you feel when you got the job as an ambassador?

Apo: [I] was very happy. In fact, we had many discussions before it was decided. It all started in the fall of 2022, when I first worked with Dior. We were on a concert tour around Southeast Asia with the members of KinnPorsche, the Dior team came to see our concert, and they appreciated our work ethic. After discussions, we came to the conclusion that ``I'm sure Dior and us could do a great job,'' and we decided to work with them.

Mile: This is the first time for us to do long-term fashion work. We are deeply grateful to the Dior family for welcoming us warmly and taking care of us.

──In August, the movie “Man Suang” that they both co-starred for the second time was released. Following on from ``KinnPorsche The Series,'' this work, produced by BE ON CLOUD, was also impressive with its gorgeous costumes and beautiful visuals. Mile is performing Thai traditional arts with Taphon (drum) and Apo will be performing Lam (Thai dance). How long did it take to prepare?

Apo: It took four to five months just to prepare for the shoot.

Mile: Including the shooting period, it took almost a year. Thanks to the long time it took, I feel that I was able to fully express the beauty of Thai traditional art.

Apo: Unfortunately, the screening in Japan has not been decided yet. If you are interested, please contact me!

Mile: (smiling and nodding) What Apo is trying to convey is, ``Please let us know if there is a company that will become a distributor of the work.''

Apo: Oh yeah, that's what it is (laughs). Maybe the broadcast will give me a chance to meet the Japanese fans. Thank you very much for your support!

──The fans must be looking forward to the day when they can meet the two of you in Japan.

Mile: We've always wanted to meet them too.

Apo: I will definitely make it happen. (While holding up his ring finger and making a finger-cutting pose) I promise!

[likesunsetorange]

okay so similar to the mikasa ones, here are all the ones for eren and my thought processes behind them!

i think men’s fashion tends to be a little less versatile than women’s fashion by a long shot, so i think there’s definitely a lot less diversity and variation between my eren’s compared to my mikasa’s! i think each of my mikasa’s have a specific “aesthetic” whereas my eren’s more so have more of a color palette/vibe to their style because i think there’s only so much you can do with men’s clothing tbh unless you’re aiming for a super curated aesthetic (e.g. cowboy eren)! so i think they’ll have a lot of overlap tbh, but this is kind of how i envision them all! and again i’ll include the moodboards i’ve made previously!

— 𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧

i think dol eren and mikasa both have this very “boy next door” and girl vibe to them, like i don’t wanna call them “basic” per se, but it’s a very sort of typical and like almost expected vibe you’d expect of average 24 year olds. for eren, since he works a more physically demanding job, i imagine him being a very casual person. i also just see most guys being casual in general, so wearing a lot of like solid/vintage graphic tees and then whatever random bottoms on a day to day basis if he’s not doing anything special! i imagine the only time he dresses up is when he goes out with mikasa, because she’s the only person who he cares to really impress (hence the chapter about their date), so he’d have some nicer clothes for when he has nice things to attend, but they’re only reserved for things like that!

i see him wearing the most of: t-shirts, hoodies/sweatshirts, the occasional nice button up. idk dol eren would be uniqlo if he were a brand. he is a GOOD QUALITY, LOYAL, and DEPENDABLE! when has uniqlo EVER done you wrong??? like it’s simple but it’s tried and true man, for good reason!!!

— 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧

bodyguard eren is a casual guy but he’s like the emo version in my head lol. like bodyguard mikasa’s colors in my head are red/pink/white, and bodyguard eren’s are black/green/grey—he wears a lot of darker colors essentially! mikasa obviously is the more fashion forward one in this relationship, and eren is def more casual lol, he basically just wears all black or some variation of a neutral outfit bc he’s a very simple and apathetic man lol, he doesn’t really care. but similar to how eren inspires mikasa to dress more casual, mikasa would def play ken doll with eren and buy him clothes lol, so i think he’d dress up a bit more too! but i don’t think she’d ever force him to wear anything he didn’t like, i just think eren dresses casually bc it’s simple and easy, and he’s just a laxxed man.

he would be converse bc i see him begrudgingly taking his shoes off when mikasa pisses him off and he’s struggling to get them off in ample time bc they’re high tops lol

(also there’s a cardigan bc mikasa would so put him in a cardigan lol)

— 𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧

okay after model eren, i think e2l eren is the second best dressed, and this is solely because him and mikasa were together for so long LOL, she played build a boyfriend! like his style comes from her! but eventually after being together so long he does sort of develop his own sense of style but like the foundation of his style IS mikasa. so i think his style kinda emulates the same kind of vibe as hers, idk how that translates in male description. he would dress up a little more than some of the other eren’s and probably wear a bit more color too! def has that vacation-y vibe too. also e2l eren is a graphic designer, so he has that artsy boy vibe to him a bit too!

he’d be zara bc mikasa definitely introduced him to zara while they were dating lol

— 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧

i feel like this one doesn’t need much explanation, we all know cowboy eren is just a hot, sexy cowboy. he’s a working man and he has to dress accordingly!!!! (and for whatever reason we’re all very oddly attracted to it) (it’s bc it’s eren) but i think for mikasa’s fancier events he would dress up, and occasionally omit the cowboy hat if need be lol

he is boot barn lol. and maybe levi’s.

— 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧

model eren to me is obviously the BEST DRESSED out of all the eren’s, like this is an obvious given. he’s a model! of course he’s gonna be the most fashionable! to me, he screams pretty boy lol, so he’s going to dress and act accordingly lol. it’s one of the main things that mikasa also makes fun of him for too. so i think of his style as very tailored, very classic, but also some fun and a bit more stylized pieces! i think he would wear a little bit of everything, so he would dress super fancy some days, but then have some more casual pieces too! but then once he kind of stays in montana with his family, he’ll def kind of his model mikasa moment and have the little bit of cowboy flare to his style a bit too!

he would be all saints! or some niche expensive brand im probably too poor to afford

— 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧

academic rivals eren is kinda my favorite to talk about bc he’s kinda funny LOL he’s basically frat boy adjacent and it makes me giggle. he’s literally what you’d think of when you’d think of an obnoxious little frat boy in the most stereotypical way (not in the board shorts and polos way tho omg), although he isn’t technically one! his style is definitely pretty casual, so he’d definitely wear a lot of t-shirts and flannels, but since he’s a bit well off, i think he’d wear a lot of stuff like golf wang and more expensive sneakers! i see eren as kinda basic tbh lol he’s a simple man but i think he’d have his occasional indulgences lol (and golf wang stuff is SO comfy). he’s just your tried and true college boy in my opinion!

he would be golf wang & converse (but not for the reasons stated above).

i won’t lie i feel like this one gave me more grief than the one for mikasa did lol like i definitely had to think about it a bit more! men’s fashion is way harder to me so i had to be a lot more considerate about each eren and their vibes, but this was fun!

[joetamy]

I love Doma, so much- besides his character alone, imma post things I like about his design. Cause I can ùwú If you wanna see my simpus supremus post, read more under the cut! 🙌

Ahem... LOOK AT THE SIZE OF HIS HANDS ! ! He's huge! This is a me thing maybe but that's very✨pleasant✨ Other than that, the design for his hands are so elegant.. yet strong- he has long nails as the upper two, which- slayyy~

The blood-like pattern is visually appealing, honestly just such good design. If you want to make hands more interesting, have some kind of detail like this to draw your eyes to them. Gah... GAH 🔥

His range of expression! And just.... his face- For someone with no emotion, he sure has studied expressing whatever he wants accurately. Surprise, joy, sympathy, sadness, determination- you name it, he can fake it. And as is the point of his character to some extent, he has beautiful eyes. Both in shape and color. 🌈

His eyebrows are wonderful, it's not often creators make a character this attractive and then give them a set of nice and thick eyebrows. I feel it's so common to think of it as unattractive but.. honestly- I disagree. I have had thick eyebrows my entire life, and I am extremely grateful for that. Anyway, this next one is just.. demons in general from Demon Slayer. But! Their teeth, they are so large. Every demon with these kind of teeth just... they seem so- idk- comfy looking. It's odd, but very appealing! (I checked in with some friends and they agree! Demon chompers are very nice to look at!

HIS HAIR! For real, long long ago, when watching the hobbit and lord of the rings, something flipped in me in regard to what I find appealing on men. Long hair. There is a reason I love Tolkien's elves ahah. And it's just the same with Doma. 🥰 Regardless if it is beautiful, smooth and soft or jagged and wild- it does not matter. Men suit long hair so much more than they think, it makes me so happy whenever a character is given long hair. And I mean LONG, not that "barely touching the shoulders" bs. That's not long, that's medium.

It actually pains me when someone draws a man who has long hair- with short hair. Like.. slay, live your dreams. But come oooon- let the 10% of men with long hair in fiction keep it, plz- I beg. (not actually that serious, do what makes you happy <3) With some help from two of my friends, I'd like to point out his build and how he visually reads vs. his behaviors! While Doma is quite a big guy, with broad shoulders and a very tall frame. He acts and is drawn very innocently! (Note: Slim waist alert 🔥)

He is often drawn in a way that makes him seem quite harmless. He sits in a way that makes him seem smaller than he is (Especially during the upper moon meeting), he's often smiling, laughing and otherwise messing around. He also somewhat slumps his shoulders sometimes. All this really makes his behavior stand out, since it is such a contrast to how he makes himself appear. He talks down to people in such a casual way, he's creepy at times, intimidating- and that gets multiplied by 100 when he no longer acts all aloof and sweet.

On top of all this- he is very muscular, but he wears a baggy turtleneck and very loose pants. Which is anotherfor him to seem far less intimidating visually.

This has all been manga so far, but here's an honorable mention to the anime. This scene was so well done. He is smiling softly through the entire scene, but does not express as much as he does while being upper two. His voice range moves but not along with his expression, which make it feel as if something is off and I love it.

Sidenote, the voice actor they picked for him- chef kiss 💕 Some of this might be a reach, or personal conclusion of course. But when I have an interest, why not share it. Maybe some people will agree, maybe some won't. Either is fine! And feel free to tell me what you agree or disagree with, or just what you like about this guy. I am happy to hear 💖

[explore24]

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[scarsnfevers]

To the Stars — Hyunjin pt. 2

pairing; hwang hyunjin x female reader, (mentions of other members)

genre; titanic!au, romance, fluff, angst, tragedy

summary; the most famous and youngest violinist of her time and a young artist of the lower class on board of the Ship of Dreams? Pathetic, yes, and yet opposites seem to attract.

parts; Teaser | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 soon

warnings; mature content, mature language, cursing, tw!death, drinking alcohol (only a little bit), a little bit of smut, smoking (might add more warnings later)

word count; 1,6k

taglist; @hyunskizz, @daiyoon

authors note; Part 2 is a bit shorter as the previous chapter. I hope you like it anyways <3 If there are any typos please let me know

!minors do not interact!

In the evening, I found myself with my mother and my friends in the pompous dining room, which was incredibly large. I had seen some halls along these lines, but this one far surpassed them all. My mother leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to greet some of the gentlemen, would you like to come with me?" I wish I could have grimaced my face. Even now my mother was looking for a suitable husband for me, although I didn't even want to get married. "Later, I don't want to leave Felix and Jisung alone. That would be rude." I smiled apologetically. My mother gave me an extremely questionable look. It probably wasn't the answer she expected, but she couldn't reply to it. It would indeed be rude to just dump my friends like that. "Well then, I'll be back soon." She got up and nodded to my friends who also heard our small conversation.

I grabbed my glass of wine, even though I didn't like the brew at all, and downed a long gulp down my throat. "Honestly Felix, maybe we should get married." I grimaced as my mother mingled with the crowd. I missed Felix's worried look. It wasn't until he picked up the conversation that I looked at him, "Maybe you should tell your mom what you want?" But we all knew it wouldn't be that easy. A sigh escaped my lungs as I leaned back in my chair a little, "I don't think that would do anything." My mother simply could not be convinced of anything other than her own opinion.

"Anyway." I tried to change the subject. "Ji, how do I look?" I asked. Jisung, who had also been sipping from his wineglass, turned his gaze to me. For dinner I had changed my dress, which now corresponded much more to my taste. At least then my mother didn't constantly interrupt me. "It looks better than this morning's dress." My second best friend agreed. "It flatters your curves a lot more." A formal grin appeared on his lips, leading me to elbow him lightly in the side. "Good to know Mr. Designer." I replied with slightly flushed cheeks. Jisung laughed lightly and toasted me with his glass of wine.

My eyes swept the room as people ate and drank around us. Now and then I caught a look or two from a young men that were intended for me. Presumably, they were also looking for a partner willing to marry. But they were definitely at the wrong address when it comes to me. "It's almost a bit boring here, don't you think?" I remarked casually. Felix's gaze followed mine. He already had more experience with such occasions, so he saw the situation a little more calmly. He agreed with me, but leaving dinner like that would cause more whispering than not sitting still for a while. So we stayed. I sipped my wine again. Maybe I started to like it slowly. "Miss l/n (your last name)?" I almost choked on the wine when I heard someone say my name. I cleared my throat and lowered the glass before looking up at a young man with beautiful eyes. They reminded me involuntarily of a little puppy. "Yes?" Slightly distracted by the fact that my counterpart reminded me of a puppy, I smiled. The young man wearing a tailored suit returned my smile, "My name is Kim Seungmin." At the name, I noticed Felix and Jisung holding their breath for a moment almost simultaneously. It seemed like they knew him? "Y/n, nice to meet you." Am I supposed to know him too? I didn't recognize his face or his name. I gave Mr. Kim a soft smile before he said.

"It's pretty boring here, don't you think? May I sit down with you and your friends? We're sure to have something more interesting to talk about than all the elderly folks who've been chewing my ear off for the whole evening." he answered me. I still didn't know who the young man was, but I found him relatively likable. However, his presence at our table did not seem to have gone unnoticed. I noticed that some people at the tables began to whisper. "It would be our pleasure, please sit down, Mr. Kim." I invited him, which the young man didn't need to be told twice. He took my left seat while Jisung shifted nervously in his chair to my right. "Please call me Seungmin. It sounds nicer when you're called by your first name." Seungmin smiled before a waiter poured him some wine. It seemed like everything in the room revolved around him. My gaze slid briefly to Felix, who also looked at me. However, he seemed to know something I didn't. But my attention returned to Seungmin as he also greeted my friends.

An interesting conversation quickly developed between the three young men, which I listened to. They seemed to get along well, and soon, it became clear why everything here seemed to revolve around Seungmin. "Since my father cannot be present, he asked me to represent him." Because he was none other than the son of the owner of the shipping company that built the Titanic. This realization probably came too late, which is why I sipped embarrassed from my wine glass, which was now almost empty. "Miss l/n, I heard that you are a talented violinist. You have played in several opera houses, but your breakthrough in your career is not that long ago." Seungmin looked at me, which made me stop. Apparently, it seemed like he had heard a lot about me. I nodded slightly in response, "Yes, that's right."

"Then you must be a natural talent." he smiled.

I returned his friendly expression with an accommodating smile just as I was about to thank him. However, Seungmin continued and asked in the same breath, "I'll give a speech on behalf of my father tomorrow night. How about you play something on your violin afterward?" Maybe it was the wine in my blood that made me so calm, or just the fact that I had to process the words in my head first. I blinked several times as if I didn't quite understand the question. Nevertheless, I knew I had to answer him. And now that I knew who Kim Seungmin was, a NO was not acceptable. I knew that only too well. Especially if my mother found out about it... So I smiled and finally nodded in agreement, "It would be an honor." The heat rose to my face as I heard myself say those words. "Wonderful." Seungmin said, raising his glass to toast us all. "I'm already looking forward to hearing you play." I also raised mine and clinked glasses with the three young men. After that, I would probably need some fresh air.

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"Have you ever smelled sea air?" Jeongin looked at Hyunjin and Minho while they looked around the deck. Unlike the rich people, they didn't get a feast. Nonetheless, the food on board was still better than a stale piece of bread that Hyunjin had occasionally received as a gift from the baker in his neighborhood.

Minho was still eating his bun when he replied to Jeongin, "No, I've never been to the sea, or on a ship." he meant. Hyunjin smiled and said, "Then be careful not to get seasick." The young men strolled down the deck intended for second and third class. It was clear that the first class had a deck all to themselves.

Of course they weren't allowed to enter.

Hyunjin came to a halt at the front of the ship and leaned on the rail behind him. From here you had a pretty good view.

"What do you think New York will be like?" He began to rummage in his jacket pocket for a pack of cigarettes and an old lighter. "Very different from Southampton. At least I hope so." Jeongin replied before asking for a cigarette. Hyunjin handed him the cigarette he had just started while Minho ate the last piece of his bun before he also bummed a cigarette from Hyunjin, "Of course." meanwhile he said. "It has to be different." Hyunjin agreed with his friend's words with a silent nod. While his friends were chatting about their arrival in New York, Hyunjin's mind wandered from the conversation a bit away as he spotted a young woman on the first class deck. His eyes traced the contours of her face, her full lips, her beautiful nose and her eyes that twinkled like stars in the sky. It hit him from the first moment. He was sure that he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

Minho noticed Hyunjin's absence after some a while when his cigarette was almost gone. He followed Hyunjin's gaze scrutinizingly, up to the first-class deck. There, he saw the young woman, which Hyunjin's eyes seem to admire. She leaned lightly on her elbows on the railing as she gazed out to sea and watched the sunset. Minho's gaze slid back to Hyunjin, who seemed to be lost in a daydream. "Forget it buddy." he shook his head. "This is not your league." Hyunjin, however, didn't seem to hear him at all.

He was completely captivated by the sight of this beautiful young woman. But... there was something sad in her eyes. Hyunjin couldn't figure out what it was, but maybe that was exactly what attracted him. He flinched when Minho elbowed him in the side. "Back on earth again?" asked his best friend. Only now did Hyunjin realize that he had lost himself in one of his daydreams. The young man cleared his throat while his friends looked at him in entertainment. "Shall we maybe go back inside? It's getting cold." he meant. His friends agreed, amused. On the way back inside the ship, however, Hyunjin couldn't help but look up at the young woman from the first class again.

Who was she? What's her name? So many questions went through the young man's mind at that moment. Perhaps he would soon get an answer to that.

[mongoose-bite]

Your Heart is Unbreakable Too Ch 4/4: Watching the Boys

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: The Old Guard (Movie 2020)

Relationships: Booker | Sebastien le Livre/Nile Freeman/Original Male Character

Nile arrived feeling a bit like Cinderella, a favourite story when she was a girl. Instead of a coach and rodent servants, however, she was accompanied by two cool, attractive men. Cinderella eat your heart out. Her shell was not the type to buy a new outfit for every occasion, so she was in the mercury dress again, and Booker had swapped his suit for something more casual and fashionable, and easier to dance in. She’d found it irritating at first, her own taste in clothes becoming weirdly out of date while her ancient companions effortlessly kept pace with changing styles as required without a trace of self-consciousness. They’d simply had a lot of practice, and now she too was losing the ability to be surprised by what the kids were wearing these days. She was a bit disappointed they’d been allergic to photography for so long; the disco era would have been a sight to behold.

Cover design by Bookscorpion

[foolsdiamond]

WIP of the greater Homestuck polycule, featuring

Dave/Jade/karkat

jade/rose/kanaya

kanaya/vriska

vriska/terezi

terezi/Jane (inspired by @burningdownthehousecomic )

Jane/roxy/calliope

genders/outfit inspos:

karkat: cis male. as someone who canonically doesn't care for fashion, he spruced up his default look with a blazer (and upgraded from sweatpants to slacks)

Dave: somewhere between GNC male and Andro nb. he's rocking the 2000s Disney channel chic with a hot pink sequin dress with ruffle hem + jeans. + Dave is a hide-your-body-with-huge-jacket guy to me

jade: she/him trans man(maybe spelling it jaid instead of jade, but i doubt he'd actually change his name imo). jade wearing long skirts and dresses never made sense to me, she's such a pants person to me. so I put him in a binder + an open transmasc short sleeve button up + dress shorts. also hair pulled into a loose n low ponytail

rose: she her. she is short and fat to me. I casualled up her sexy little dress (because fat lesbians showing off their skin and rolls is so attractive and objectively good) with the hit topic cat tights

Kanaya: she her, no opinions on gender. I went based off of her default design utilizing layers, but matured it up with a bat-sleeve turtleneck and one of those tight, stiff Calvin Klein dresses I was obsessed with during my femme phase

vriska: trans woman. she's wearing a cropped little jacket to show off her not-curves. I'm sorry fat vriska truthers; I think you're objectively right, but I spent so long drawing her genetically skinny--no. no excuses. I'll fix this. I'll make her fatter when I lineart. ♥️

terezi: she/he, somewhere between butch and trans masc. she's in a huge coat, kind of like what crisis used to wear during flarps.

Jane: butch; imo Jane spends a while being a butch lesbian before going on T and becoming a he/him butch lesbian. she is embracing the men she once admired, after realizing she looked up to mustachioed gentlemen not with romantic envy, but gender envy.

Roxy: she/they titties, lol. Roxy is a beanie lesbian* (bisexual) to me. I also think bc of her knit dress, she's love to exist in a knit cardigan 24/7, here with a generic ribbed cami and denim skirt.

calliope: I think calliope will have phases with trying to present very femininely, followed by extend dysphoria; and vice versa. she's gender fluid, but only uses she/her pronouns because of separation from her brother. I wanted to parallel what I did with davekat, so she's in a blazer and sweater, too, but her style; a ringmaster tailcoat with a very long sweater that teeters between dress and top.

hindsight, I didn't squeeze in nepeta or June/John/Casey Egbert, but. here it us

the post canon larger Homestuck polycule, in my eyes

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RGG/Yakuza/Judgement General Headcanon

YAKUZA

Kiryu: - He is a certified mama’s boy. Older woman love him. - if he could would casually dresses like he is from a 90’s sitcom. Can’t understand fashion especially whatever clown outfits people are wearing these days (THAT HE BETTER NOT SEE HARUKA PUT ON) - retired ddr/stepmania king, he was playing tournaments of with Nishiki and was killing it, ahh the good days -lowkey/deep down is an otaku - almost fainted when Haruka first had her periods even Akiyama had to explain how they works. - after Haruka, Izumi is the most attached to him.

Akiyama: - if he could, he would Wears Kimono 80% of the time at home and when he doesn’t have to wear suit for formal reasons, like wearing sandals and a regular kimono at the grocery store - love to karaoke with Kiryu. They sing Japanese 80s classics. Haruka: - is secretly shipping her favorite uncles behind their backs with her friends. She likes when Kiryu spends time with Nishiki (her favorite ship)

Nishiki: - for some reason keep attracting rich old men asking for his number - is very uncomfortable around older women (they seem to like him a lot) - likes bowling

Daigo: - was probably the most hardcore Kanye West fan during his rebellious phase but wants nobody to know about it, especially Majima. Daigo, himself cringe thinking of himself singing the lyrics by heart and dancing by himself. Majima: - love to do goofy workout videos with his kyodai. Even his back almost broke more times than he would like to admit, contrary to his kyodai who can do everything from start to finish. - loves to come to the orphanage and help out. His favorite activity is to organize birthdays. He always come up with a theme and a whole scenario/activities for the day based on what the person likes. One time on a princess theme birth day for Eri, he dress Kiryu as a prince and majima played his part with passion. Since he is a little better at understanding ‘’the younger generations language’’ and what they like, he successfully convinced Kiryu (and all the other uncles) to dress up as a kpop boy band for Haruka’s 20th birthday (her friends looooove it)

Saejima: - likes to dance and keeps it between him and majima - Is (kinda) into survivalism and camping. Majima kinda clowns him saying “the world is gonna end soon and we’re gonna die anyway” but never refuses a camping trip (summer or winter) with his kyoudai. Also while Majima loves calling him a “conspiracy theorist” he be the first to dig in his sworn brother’s stockpile when the power goes out.

Ryuji: - he was in coma, but now is in America with kaoru. - is fluent in English but has a tendency to roll his R’s (his English is better than his Korean no matter how many times joongi tries) - is a dedicated TWICE fan. He likes to mock Kiryu since he loves them just as much as him but will never admit it. Kiryu says there’s no better idol than Haruka, even though he sings all their songs with her at the karaoke. On the other hand, ryuji’s excitement for the group makes han joongi cringe, he doesn’t understand the hype about these idols. Why not like him instead? - he’s best friend with han joongi.   - his female best friend is Hana.

Yuya: - laughs really loud - kazuki simp (lowkey crushes on him) - my boy is handsome got heart and is handsome. kazuki: - Korean born in japan

Hana: - for some reason, get along so well with Ryuji.

Nishitani: - is proud about the fact that he never get brain freeze (so bites in popsicles/ice scream with his teeth raw and inhales slush like water) - like whiskey more precisely hibiki.

Mine: - ok the boy is bougee but sometime (especially in relation to others people #superioty complex) acts like he have never touch a bottle of Gatorade (that’s like his favorite drink) - doesn’t drink alcohol at all, since he vow himself to be daigo’s designated driver (to the occasional whisky by himself and few rounds with his boss) - hold his liquor contrary to daigo who is a mess after few glasses -pay attention and really cares about how his hands looks.

Baba: - kinda suck with women (incel/red pill/female hater in training), he goes after/desires girls out of his league and get crushed everytime, you know the female ryuji or the yumeno of the world (saejima would have no issues getting on them). Regardless how much saejima tells him to review his choice of women (basically to review his dating game), he ignores him and is keep getting rejected and is obviously growing bitter. - pairs himself with Yasuko (in its head to avoid getting beat up by saejima)

Makoto: - I don’t want to call her a feminist, BUT SHE IS SURE TAKING NO SHIT FROM NO MAN - low key likes bad boys, she would like to date a man built like Lee-san. Hence why she kinda has a crush on saejima

Sagawa: - (idk why) but deepdown he has a thing for transgenders and crossdressers but will never tell nobody about it, hence he was so eagered for majima to keep his long hair and even put him in drag to humiliate him.

Shimano: - looks like someone with a foot fetish idk…

Mirei: - dancing mom type, since she wanted to be a fresh kpop star herself, she is kind off projecting with Haruka and using to live her dream trough her - really believes majima and saejima are gay.

Minami: - HE IS THE HOMIE OF ICHIBAN, YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND - thinks he is more attractive than what he really is - is a certified dancer. He really loves dancing, he would probably be a choreographer if he was not a yakuza, actually creating choreographies is one of his favorite hobbies - has a (huge) crush on ITZY’s Yeji.

Kashiwagi: - listen to jazz music

YAKUZA 7/LIKE A DRAGON

Ichiban: - the leader of dance crew - let’s crash at your place to watch the NBA finales, I bring beer and chips. - knows how to play the entire wind instrument family - regardless climbing out of homelessness, he still lives in less fortunate neighborhoods. Honestly he feels more comfortable there contrary to high class suburb where masato lives. He is close with his neighbors, he loves to help out the old woman next door. Since she lives by herself at her age, he is constantly worried for her and even spends entire days chatting, cooking, cleaning with her. They both love to share to each other life experiences. He loves stories and is impress since he spend so much time in jail, not knowing much about the outside world. Also a lot of kids on his block, look at him like a big bro. - for some reason, his favorite animal are bees. He goes hard for them.

Eri: - is a secret freak and adores the bad boys - she will learn anything if it means to impress someone she likes. She practices dance (and other things) to impress ichiban

Adachi: - is lowkey scared of really assertive women, especially if they are older. - regardless his nonexistent romantic life, Is always trying to give nanba, joongi and kashiwagi dating advices

Nanba: - cant stand strong colognes

Han Joongi (Y7) - likes flowers especially for their smell. Hang Joongi (Y6) - cant keep a shirt on - thinks he can pull any girl based on the fact that he is ‘’Hot & Korean’’ alone, when corner or rejected he will resort to singing (play super junior – no other. yep, that song) or ‘’Do you know BTS?’’. His egc’n'tnt take rejection, he will squeeze till the end - Almost fought Zhao due to a misunderstanding, (I think he said he didn’t like kpop or something idk) - under his ‘’I get all the hoes’’ personality, he is the most single dude in the world

Zhao: - is a nicki minaj, doja cat & jolin tsai fan - had a phase when mabachi couldn’t come in town anymore where he would sleep with all types of dudes - the type of person who cant stand it when you pull up old pictures of them especially from high school or middle school when he was going trough his hardcore anime phase. - It may sound weird but, he (along with mabuchi) have a hard time getting along with Tachibana. Regardless how kind he is they still see him as an outsider. Even ichiban scratch his head at the pungent awkwardness when tachibana and zhao are in the same room. Even tesso is trying to to do something about it since he has no negative feelings towards Tachibana but can see that zhao is resisting,

Mabuchi: - doesn’t look like it but is an electronic expert - big dick period masato Arakawa: - for some reason really wants jo and masato to join him and ichiban so they can all live in the same house

Jo sawashiro: - though at first ichiban was Mexican (latino or haifu) and attached with it all types of negative stereotypes - treats masato with the same overprotective-ness Kiryu would have for haruka - presumes ichiban doesn’t know he slept with his dad in his younger years

Hajime ogasawara : - tried to date masato but got rejected. Fake smiles and fake friendship in public and keep their connections in the political world.

Hamako: - she is a lesbian

JUDGEMENT/LOST JUDGMENT/JUDGE EYES

Yagami: - ddr king, his foot game in unmatched

Kaito: - dancing king better than yagami (like hip/body roll, dance on beat better) - RNB guy (like early 2000s hip hop and rnb) along with akutsu. - regardless ‘’dumb as brick’’ impression many have of him, sit is actually a really romantic guy even Yagami was surprised when he saw it

tsukumo: - looks cute/funny when he eats spicy food (poor thing) - had yagami track down and beat up ps5 bots and reseller - likes Perfume. (period) - likes to repair broken or old electronics and figurines - otaku - everyone was surprised to see that a lot girls crush on him, especially when the crew (yagami, sugiura, higashi, hoshino and kaito) went to a hostess club to see many cute big boobs hostesses all over him liking the fact that he is shy (they say that makes him more cute *pinches tsukumo’s cheek*)

Higashi: - likes to cook for kids and Kaito. He doesn’t talk about this hobby in front of others to not be ridiculed (chicken will fall from the sky before he tells Yagami about it but off course Kaito can keep his mouth shut), add more meat in his meals for kaito only - I always picture him as someone who would take care of kids on its own.

mafuyu: - would literally have kaito as a side piece or have a threesome with both yagami and kaito if they allow it Tesso: -had to dress in drag after losing a bet against zhao, he proudly dances and won the challenge. He sees as a way that you cant humiliate or even in in bad situations he delivers and is undefeatable (in a way)

-sometimes watches Chinese tv with yagami, and I currently teaching him the language

Hoshino: - plays guitar and sing decently, he tried to empress saori-san with it one time (with everyone encouragement). In typical saori fashion, she embarrassed him by criticizing his skills (her way tell him she enjoyed his effort)

kengo:  - listens to Korean hip hop (ex: PENOMECO, Zico, the show me the money type stuff if you catch my drift) - Sawa-sensei - kinda crushes on kaito (but will never admit it)

Tashiro: -cant dance or sing to save his life.

sugiura: - sometimes wishes, he could spend more time with yagami without kaito around - will never admit it but thinks kaito and higashi is not really that attractive in the face

Kazuki Soma: - he is top echelon manipulator and can cry on demand. - drink tea with no sugar and hella lemon, cant stand sweets - likes to hide that he is dominant over Akutsu - cant stand akutsu’s entourage and friends - slept with all his higher officiers (or forced them)

Akutsu Daimu: - laughs REALLLY loud. Like clapping hands, stumping feet loud. - almost destroyed a whole room after an argument with Ryuji over Uno game rules - Sneaker head - get along well Kirara (like that’s my girl). Soma tries to put himself in the middle of it, to play mr. manipulator.

Kyoko: - wants to acts like she doesn’t but writes fan fictions and uses them express her creativity or document the cases she has solved.

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To be fair. They are attractive men who know how to fight, so that is a one and only excuse I'll take for now. This is the only time I'll accept it.

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Yes! Casually situations where they can actually hang out like normal people, besides always being in fights together. More friendly times.

But... I'm giving a fair warning. If Rocky does invite anyone to his new club (or any business), he will throw out anyone being who is being so creepy towards the women. Like how Dan, Tettsu, and Chiharu is. But that is if they can behave themselves like normal human beings when they're around women. Because they actually can't most of the time.

At the time SWORD was created.. Besides Hyuga, Cobra wasn't really sure how the other leaders would act and react since he never knew a lot of them. Like he didn't know much about them during that time.

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rocky just ‘i saved your bf. sorry about your diner, that’s my bad’. naomi doesn’t even get a chance to correct him that she’s not dating yamato. he just assumes they already are and is so surprised when he finds out much later that they aren’t.

And just.. And then he just finds way to finally get together after this whole time. Maybe Rocky and Nobara team up to be the nosy friends who finally get these two in a relationship. Maybe not that. But still.

Same with Cobra. Cobra and Hiroto are the attractive bad boys that a lot of people want to be with (romantically or sexually) but they are so stupid. Cobra's oblivious, or just don't care. But Hiroto's too oblivious.

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Generally.. I'm the type of person who prefers unusual names, names that very unnatural to real people (unless they're a fictional character) in every way. Basically the unusual names that may leave you wanting to shame celebrities for naming their child that. Like those names. So I'm that type of person when it comes to naming my own characters.

That might be another reason why I prefer having my own characters being foreign (depending on the concept) just because it would be so much easier to name my characters. So that's definitely one reason.

Yes! Before Blue becomes a fashion designer (or at least in the whole fashion industry in some way), she's the fashion designer for SWORD gangs. Like Mitsuya. And the small characters can actually get lots of clothing that fits them for once. Definitely short people problems.

Sewing patches on the jackets for the Mugen and Sannoh guys, even fixing the clothes for Rascals (unless Rocky has his own designer) but also the uniforms for Ichigo Milk Girls. And whoever else. Possibly the Oya boys since their clothes always get torn during any of their fights too. And Rude Boys, they're always wearing the clothes they can find.

Strawberry Girls are the only gang with legitimate uniforms that I can think of. And for the SWORD gangs, only some have uniforms like the Daruma guys who wear their signature jacket. Mugen was just a gang of bikers who wear leather jackets and vest - Cobra, Yamato, possibly Nobara were the younger generation who still wear their jackets when they can. Oya wears mostly black and blue clothes, sometimes I even seen them wear their school uniforms. The Rude Boys wear any types of clothing they can find. And, for White Rascals, the only people that I know of who have uniforms are mostly background scouts who end up dressing like the droogs of Clockwork Orange - because the whole White Rascals aesthetic was really inspired by the Clockwork Orange movie. Because of how Rocky's clothes and accessories are, I may be able to imagine him getting custom made materials for his fashion all the time. Because he's whole entire style seems too expensive to me.

They're literally feral when in violent situations. One is already enough trouble, not when have another. That will be.. Interesting.. To witness. Depending on the situation, the people involved, and everything else.

Violent... Do you think Hyuga would have preferred his bare hands, or weapons? Because he seems like someone who would use any things available as a weapon. But prefers his hands, breaking bones, just the he fights now but even more violent. But I thought the same! SWORD and his friends reign him in, they can really tame him to some extent.

Miho. She's probably the closest to a princess being saved by knights in this situation if it counts. Rocky and Cobra protected her from a lot of guys, including Doubt, who just wanted to sexually abuse her most of the time. Especially after she had been abused by these guys too.

Know Your Archetypes is a site with lists of archetypes of every types you can think of, also depends on categories of archetypes too. Like.. Hero, villain, caretaker, categories like that. Depending on what types of personality your characters have to make it easier to identify those characters. Or create entirely new characters with those archetypes.

https://knowyourarchetypes.com/archetypes-list/

That would make sense that the SWORD leaders have the most types of information known, since they're the only ones who actually have a lot - or at least enough - information known about them compared to the other characters. Same with Mugen, Amamiya, and other gangs.

Part of me wishes they gave some characters even more backstories.

Maybe I should clarify? I am disabled. Technically... I do have physical and mental disabilities that I've had since birth. But I don't have some physical disability where I'm an amputee or paraplegic, none of those disabilities. I'm multiple disabled, but I might have to say any types of conditions I have are minor compared to other people. But either way though. Regardless of conditions, you rarely see conditions portrayed well enough to be believable. I consider my mental disorders also as a disability, I don't know why do it. That's my fault. I should've clarified.

Exactly. There are way too many car accidents and also motorcycle in happening too often the H&L universe. I think it lost it's appeal to me.

But makes sense. Being a dancer, an athlete, some hobby that would have helped her keep her balance. Ballerinas really have that balance.

To be fair.. Most of the time I never pay attention to Kuryu - besides a few characters like Ryu, Nobara, and the one guy whose name I really forgot (who was a part of Rude Boys before killing Smoky). That guy. Besides those few characters, half the time I barely paid any attention to the rest of the yakuza. Or I quickly forgot about them. My attention was towards the other characters like SWORD, Mugen, Amamiya and sometimes Warriors. But that makes sense to have draconian names.

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True. That depends on how severe their depression is. If depression is mild, their mental state might be a lot more resilient for his partner to recover from. But if their depression is severe, that depends on if they are suicidal though. Suicidal to go through with committing suicide. But I was thinking more mild depression when I thought of that entire headcanon. Not that Rocky wouldn't care for them either way though.

That's what I meant about oral. Well.. between some oral sex and oral fixation, he knows how to use his mouth. The grilles, the lollipops, the cigars too. The man definitely has oral fixations. That is also why I can imagine him occasionally having a food kink during sex - from candy, fruits, honey, and even whipped cream. I mentioned that before. But I imagine him being into that kink he's having he has this sweet tooth.

But I'm curious on why he decided to wear the grilles though? Since I never seen young Rocky (teenage Rocky) wear those grilles before.

Whether or not the Clamp version of the manga is canonical to their universe, I can actually imagine many of these canon and headcanon situations being real. Like.. You can not convince me Rocky has never accidentally cuffed himself to a railing before, Koo always keeping his spare keys with in for emergency uses only. This happened too often.

Canonically, Rocky is a romantic man who believes men should really care about women. Protect them, provide for them. Rocky's really the traditionalist in that way. So I wouldn't be surprised that Rocky would cry at weddings - Rocky even cried when him and Koo got invitations to one of their dancer's weddings about how, "He is so happy that the girls are finally growing up!" Like he's the father, or brother. Whatever.

And imagine Rocky and his partner - especially his girlfriend - are just watching movies. Imagine role reversals in this entire situation. Rocky is a man who enjoys romance and comedy movies, while girlfriend's a woman who prefers movies genres from action to horror. That's really an interesting why for them to try compromising the shows or movies they're watching. I'm trying to think of the scenarios for this situation.

Personally, I'm seeing their roommate situation as friends who would be living together. But everyone has their own interpretations to what they believe though (since I know lot of people ship Rocky and Koo).

Obviously if aither of them are in a relationship with someone, like the partner being a woman. I just know they would definitely let the other know about needing privacy for whatever they were doing so they will not be home to make it awkward for everyone else. So the gentlemen know what they're doing. But I might see it being awkward if.. Just as one awkward situation if the one who left accidently came home a lot earlier than he meant to. So hopefully they never walk in on a sexually intimate moment in the house, or hear any sex noises. Very awkward. Then again, Rocky and Koo might contact the other - like call or text - to let them know when they could come back. I could imagine that.

While we're on the subject on Rocky's handcuffs again. You just can't convince me he never used his handcuffs during the more kinkier sex times with his partner. No one can change my mind about my canon.

Don't forget about lightweight Rocky. Apparently he gets really drunk quickly, even though you never see him drink much. But the only time I remember being him drink whisky - brandy - is that one scene from the show. That was season two. I'm trying to remember other scenes.

Exactly! Murayama's clingy in a needy way. If you stop paying even a slightest bit of attention on someone or something else.. He would be so handsy, touching your hair, yanking on your clothes, even jumping around you with his arms flailing to get your attention. He's so needy.

I don't know if this is just my sexual headcanon for Murayama. But in the times he's energetic... Sex with him playful so maybe the giggling is happening during the act. He's handsy. Sex with him might even be wild in a playful way. He's energetic, has stamina. That's all I got now.

So I feel like half the guys of H&L need weighted blankets for them to calm down enough to sleep if their partners aren't around them when they're sleeping, if their partners are not sleeping with or near them. Actually.. I feel like it would be more than half the guys who just can't sleep. And I feel like the guys would worry more than the girls too.

Furuyu can drive trucks, but he can not drive a motorcycle. I wonder.. Do you think Murayama annoys the Sannoh boys enough that they're happening study his test for a motorcycle. Especially Cobra too.

Question. So this is a possibly headcanon between Cobra and OC but only a maybe headcanon so far, so I can't say yes or no about the idea yet until I have thought more about it. But what happens if Cobra is a father? If he does become a father, he won't become one right away.

And for Rocky.. If Rocky is a father, I could see two outcomes for him. Either he becomes a father if the woman in his life does want children with him. Or, if they decide not to have children, I could imagine them being parents to furry pets (preferably pets that do not shed though).

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That's what I was thinking.. Since Exile Tribe (and other subgroups of Exile) used their own music for the whole franchise, I thought that it's fine to use the music of the band whose face claims I've been using.

If you're into rock or metal bands, I have recommend listening to their music. If you wanted to. Not that you have to. That's your decision.

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Seriously! And you just now tell me you looked at the links. Why didn't you tell me sooner?! We could've talked about everything I sent you.

Though... some part of me wanted to apologize that I sent quite a few shirtless pictures of Keiji. What can I say?! He's an attractive man with a nice body. So obviously I'm not really thinking anything respectful.

But what about the videos? Like deleted scenes, extended scenes, or behind the scene scenes. And don't forget the ramen commercials.

if dan, tettsu, and chiharu act like idiots in the new club heaven and rocky beats theit asses for it, cobra’s just gonna be like ‘you should know better’. like first, it’s rocky’s club and they should all know what he’s like, and second, cobra’s on rocky’s side, don’t be a creep to women. cobra and rocky, they’re besties.

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i dont know if i mentioned it at all yet, but i feel like noboru is one of rocky’s fav sannoh guys. like ‘oh u beat/killed the guy who assaulted your gf? hellyea. do you wanna join the wr?’. gonna scout that dude. snatch him. yoinked.

i really feel like hiroto and cobra would get along after everything. they’re pretty similar. they just hang out or riding their motorbikes together, have a lil brawl for old time’s sake. bros.

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i’m also the type to lean more towards unusual names or nicknames. i think it’s because i actually have a pretty plain, popular name irl, so i want to give my characters more fun interesting names.

blue stitching up one of murayama’s jackets or something for like the 6th times in as many days and just ‘maybe you should think about buying a new one’. murayama’s like ‘but it’s my favourite 🥺’. she’s just the sword fashion girl. even if she doesn’t help the white rascals with patch-up, i can imagine her and them discussing outfits. i think it’d be a neat idea if she and the rude boys like, trade patches or something, since a lot of the rb’s jackets have sewn-on/iron-on patches and stuff. i think the strawberry girls uniforms are passed down since they’re like, the second generation strawberries. the other gangs need to get their uniform game together, except the rascals who have a solid aesthetic and daruma with their matching jackets. mugen had the vibes with the jackets but sannoh dropped the ball.

you grow in kuryu and come out the other side being unhinged. just chilling half the time and then brutal in every fight. i’m thinking i maybe want to pit ryuko against sarah; she was taking the cheating route fighting the rascals so often since they won’t fight a woman. ryuko doesn’t have that moral, she’ll kick sarah’s ass to defend the rascals.

i absolutely think hyuga prefers his hands. he’s utterly hands-on, probably gets some sick pleasure over feeling bones break under his hands or feet or knees. i think he’d reject using weapons. if kato was still in kuryu with him, i think he’d try and reign hyuga in, but really can’t because kuryu’s ordering him around and overrules kato. i think kato would hate to see what hyuga becomes under kuryu’s hands.

i forgot miho! but yes, she absolutely the other (canon) princess archetype.

aa. i do always mix up archetypes and tropes. they’re kinda synonymous in my brain, but they are different. i should check that link out.

i know it would be so much longer, but i also wanted the backstories for the background characters. i want more details! sannoh, mugen, amamiya and oya got the most story, so i want more rudes boy and rascals and daruma stuff.

ah, that’s interesting! i have a few medical conditions myself, but idk if they’re anything i’d put on my characters - if only because i don’t know how i’d work them in. though it’d be nice to see more lesser-seen disabilities and conditions in media, including fic writing.

every time they wanna do something dramatic, it’s a car accident. it even happens in ‘6 from high&low’! so iirc: that’s tsukumo and tatsuya, noboru, seiji. at least 3 car accidents! definitely need to figure out a different idea for how she lost her leg.

hinami’s got the balance and the strong legs and the flexibility; she’s just moved from ballet onto parkour. i like to imagine she sometimes still does the movements from ballet sometimes, just the basic poses.

i really only paid attention to kuryu for ryuko’s backstory. and i’m still pulling up the wiki pages all the time so i can re-check stuff. i’d mixed up katsunari and minamoto for the longest time, since they’re both fighter factions, katsunari being martial artists and minamoto being assassins. eventually i just decided on keeping ryuko as minamoto’s kid.

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i think the grilles were simply an aesthetic choice. for the vibes. like the group wearing all white. or he just thought they were cool.

he just keeps cuffing himself on accident. i think it’d be funny if he does once while the club is still open and koo’s curious about why he’s just been standing there all night instead of up in the private room. rocky just ‘i handcuffed myself to the railing again … 😬’. koo is gonna kill him. he’s gonna confiscate the handcuffs.

rocky with a horror fan gf! he’ll watch the movies for her but he also. hates them. all the blood and gore and so many horror movies have disrespect and abuse towards women that he’s just not into. she always agrees to watching some gooey romance movie afterwards for him.

i think he tried to keep a level head while the club is open, but i can see kizzy giving him drinks to get him drunk when it’s just the rascals. koo is just like ‘stop it’ but kizzy’s all ‘let’s do shots!’ because ‘have some fun, koo’. koo’s probably the opposite to rocky, and has a great alcohol tolerance.

he’s so clingy and needy. he wants attention and he’s going to get it even if he has to be annoying about it. oh i absolutely share that headcanon! he’s got high stamina and he’s all handsy and frequently kissing. i did already write an explicit murayama/ryuko fic, so clearly i’ve thought about ahsjdkdl

i think furuyu can drive a bike since the three of them have bikes of their own at the end of ‘the worst’. murayama absolutely goes to annoy cobra. like ‘help me with my license, help me pick a bike’. cobra pretends to be annoyed but he likes bikes so he has a bit of fun with checking out new bikes.

i think cobra would be a bit of a nervous father to start out. the baby is so little, he worries about hurting them. i think he’d be good at calming the baby though, like the baby always falls right asleep on his chest. that baby’s got so many uncles omg. yamato and noboru just fun uncle-ing it up.

rocky with a boy child teaching them to respect women and be a gentleman; meanwhile if he has a girl, they’re the most protected girl in the whole of the sword district. a total daddy’s girl princess. rocky with this lil princess-dressed sunglasses-wearing girl on his hip, both of them have lollipops.

takeshi as a sporty dad tho. he’s got one of them backpack baby carriers. he’s teaching his kid like. baby gymnastics. this toddler can do a solid cartwheel. he’s teaching ‘em how to do a front flip, it’s fine.

murayama disaster father. he’s the fun dad. he’s on the playground with his kid. what’s ‘saying no to your child’? he doesn’t do that. sorry, he can’t help you with your homework, go ask your mum - of course we can have ice cream before dinner. murayama and his kid just barreling along, chaotic as hell.

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the ramen commercials are so cute. just all of them linked arms while trying to eat. they’re all besties!!!

also the gifs of kizzy going to grab at koo and kaito having to be like ‘babe no’. girl what are you doing? and in the middle of club heaven no less! the impulsive thoughts were winning in kizzy’s head. more kizzy and kaito scenes please i love them!!