#I love when black women are celebrated 😭

[inyourbackpocketisbutterflies]

Me thinking about how much the cast and crew of IWTV adore Delainey Hayles and how amazing her performance is and it’s only the first ep of the season

[trashytracktales]

Omg can you please write some smut with Lando about the FIA gala??? He looks so hot in that suit and I need something about it🥵😭 Maybe after the gala ended and they’re back to their hotel or they fuck while they’re on the plane back to Monaco.

The FIA (Feral Instincts Arise) Awards | LN⁴

💌 REQUESTED by anon ──── I knew there would be requests for this the second I saw Lando on that carpet. Bon appétit 😛

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𐙚 summary ──── It's the 2024 FIA Awards, and Lando and his girlfriend can't help but steal a moment of passion, unable to resist the tension built through teasing touches and glances during such a glamorous night.

𐙚 pairing ──── Lando Norris x she/her reader

𐙚 rating ──── explicit

𐙚 category ──── F/M

𐙚 warnings ──── 18+, mature/sexual content, established relationship, teasing, mild public intimacy, smut, descriptive language, fingering, bathroom sex, swearing.

𐙚 word count ──── 3.2k

𐙚 date ──── Dec. 14, 2024

𐙚 a/n ──── I have nothing to say except that I am absolutely devastated that my role model and inspiration, Michèle Mouton has officially retired from her role as FIA Safety Delegate. I love her so much and will forever be grateful for the representation she provided for women in motorsport throughout the years. In other news, at least everybody looked so fucking hot last night.

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IT WAS PURE torture for her to see him up on that stage from the beginning of the evening. She’d sat in the audience, her heart swelling with pride and gratitude for being able to be by his side during this exciting stage of his life — witnessing his hard work, his wins, and his dreams becoming reality. It's more than she ever imagined.

As she watched him, she realized she wasn't just proud of his accomplishments, but thankful to be the one he comes home to, the one who gets to share these moments that will live forever in both of their memories.

Standing up to cheer for him, as Lando’s name was announced for finishing second in the Drivers’ Championship, was a natural reaction. The applause was loud, a mix of respect and so much admiration for her determined racer boy who had fought tooth and nail all season.

McLaren’s triumph in the Constructors’ Championship only added to the celebration, the team beaming as they ascended the stage to accept their award.

While the room celebrated them, all she could think about was him — her man, standing under the spotlights, looking impossibly handsome in his perfectly tailored black suit and crisp white shirt. He looked perfect, from his styled curls to his sharp jawline and sweet, nervous smile. She felt very conflicted, overwhelmed with pride and love, yet squirming with a different kind of heat every time he looked for her in the audience. The way his dimple appeared when he smiled, the casual confidence in his voice as he gave his speech, and the glint of determination in his eyes as he thanked the team for having faith in him — every bit of it was intoxicating.

Now, at the dinner table, the atmosphere has shifted.

Glasses of champagne catch the glow, sparkling like liquid gold, as conversations hum softly among the elite of the motorsport world.

Lando sits beside her, relaxed in a way only he can manage after such a long, eventful evening. His suit jacket is draped over the back of his chair, his shirt sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal his forearms. He holds a champagne flute in one hand, the other resting lazily on her thigh beneath the table.

She can feel the warmth of his palm on her skin, his fingers flexing ever so slightly. It’s a casual touch — he’s sipping champagne, laughing at something Oscar just said — but the effect it has on her is anything but relaxed. Her heart races every time his thumb brushes against her soft skin, slow and intentional, almost like he knows exactly what he’s doing to her.

Her own glass of champagne sits untouched in front of her, her attention split between the conversation around them and the heat blooming under Lando’s hand. She tries to pay attention, nodding along while Andrea talks about some funny incident that happened in the garage during the last race of the season. But her thoughts keep drifting back to him.

She glances over at Lando, her breath catching at how effortlessly handsome he is, now that he’s more relaxed and in his element. The golden light softens the sharp lines of his face, making him look almost ethereal. But it’s the dimpled smirk that forms as he catches her staring that sends a shiver down her spine.

“Everything okay, gorgeous?” asks Lando, his voice low enough that only she can hear.

She nods, swallowing hard. “Positive. I'm just incredibly proud of you, that's all.”

His smirk widens, his thumb stroking her thigh with more purpose now. “You’ve said that already,” Lando murmurs, leaning in just enough that his breath brushes her ear. “But keep going. I like hearing it,” he adds, pressing his lips to her cheek.

She smiles, looking away, determined not to let him fluster her further.

However, Lando has other plans. His fingers trace unhurried patterns on her inner thigh, edging closer to the hem of her dress. The movement is subtle — nobody at the table would notice — but to her, it feels like her skin is burning. Her breathing gets heavier, and she shifts in her seat instinctively, her legs parting just enough under the table to grant him more access.

“My good girl,” whispers Lando, smiling against her cheek, then turning his attention back to the conversation.

Her heart skips at the quiet praise, and she shoots him a quick, warning glance, her eyes wide with panic.

Lando looks completely unbothered, taking part of the dialogue like he’s the epitome of innocence. The slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips tells a very different story, though. A secret one, that only they know about.

“Stop it,” she whispers through gritted teeth, her voice so low that it’s practically a breath.

Obviously, he doesn’t. If anything, her quiet protest seems to spur him on. The pads of his fingers creep higher, brushing dangerously close to the heat between her legs. She grips the stem of her champagne flute tightly, her knuckles white as she tries to take her first sip of alcohol of the night — at least then she'll have something to blame if anyone asks her why she got so flustered all of a sudden.

“Lando,” she warns, her voice soft but firm.

“Hm?” he hums, his expression completely neutral as he keeps his attention to Oscar, who’s recounting his Turn 1 incident from Abu Dhabi.

She bites her lip, willing herself not to squirm in her seat. She almost can not believe how shameless Lando is, then she remembers all the times he tested her patience when they were in public. At that, her free hand drops to her lap, fingers wrapping around his wrist in an attempt to still his movements. He doesn’t pull away, but he also still doesn’t stop. Instead, his thumb presses a little harder, a constant reminder of his presence.

“You’re squirming, baby,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement. “People are going to notice.”

“Then stop,” she repeats quietly, her tone sharp enough to earn a quick, curious glance from Andrea, who's sitting across from her. She ends up forcing a small smile, nodding, then turning back to Lando.

He chuckles under his breath, leaning in just slightly so his words are for her ears alone. “But we’re having so much fun,” he teases.

Her body betrays her as heat pools low in her belly, and she can’t stop herself from shifting again, her legs spreading a fraction wider. Lando takes full advantage of the movement, his fingers grazing higher until they’re just shy of where she needs him most. She glares at him, her eyes filled with need and her cheeks burning when his fingers slide easily over her lace panties, pressing harder on her warmth. As a response, her body jerks, and she barely suppresses a gasp, her nails digging into his wrist.

“I hate you,” she mutters under her breath, her voice shaky.

His grin returns, and he tilts his head, finally looking at her again. His gaze is dark, heated, and he looks entirely pleased with himself. “No, you don’t,” says Lando, so sure of himself.

It’s a miracle she doesn’t combust on the spot.

Because he's right — she doesn't hate him, she hates the fact that they're in public and she's incredibly turned on, but there's nothing she can do about it.

Finally, she can breathe normally when he withdraws his hand from between her legs, just as casually as he’d started. Her body is still buzzing with the lingering traces of his touch as she places her hand lightly on Lando’s shoulder. Slowly, she rises from her seat, her fingers squeezing just enough to send him a silent message only he’d understand.

At that, Lando’s heart stutters for a beat, his mouth suddenly dry as he watches her glide gracefully toward the bathrooms. The way her dress hugs her curves doesn’t help the growing situation in his pants — it’s like she knows exactly what she’s doing to him, a small punishment for what just happened between them. He tries to act like he's not affected, emptying his glass of champagne while his eyes turn back to the table, but his focus is scattered.

His hand still tingles from touching her under the table, and now he’s left to deal with the knowledge that his teasing had gotten to her.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

Minutes tick by, though they feel like an eternity.

Lando finds himself forcing a laugh at something Oscar says, remembering how impossibly talkative his teammate gets when he has a few drinks on board. He shifts in his seat, trying to mask his growing anticipation, but she’s all he can think about. His fingers drum against his empty glass, the weight of the moment making it almost impossible to sit still.

Then, his phone buzzes inside his pocket, her name lighting up the screen.

He doesn’t need to answer to know it’s just a diversion, and she’s not waiting for a conversation, either — she’s just giving him an out.

Lando clears his throat, “Sorry, I have to take this,” he says, giving the table an apologetic smile, as he pushes back his chair and making his way out of the dining area with purpose.

His heart pounds in his chest as he walks toward the bathroom, careful not to seem too rushed, but acutely aware of the tension building inside his body with each step he takes.

The hallway leading to the bathrooms is quieter, lined with soft, ambient lighting and artwork that screams understated luxury. He takes a turn, his steps slowing as he spots her standing in front of the mirror inside the women's restroom. The space itself is elegant, all marble countertops and gold fixtures, with sleek stalls and huge mirrors.

She’s touching up her lipstick, her purse resting next to her, the subtle curve of her smile betraying the fact that she knows he’s behind her. Lando approaches slowly, his footsteps soft against the polished tile. When he’s close enough, his hands settle on her waist, his touch firm yet familiar as he pulls her closer.

“There you are,” he says, his voice low and full of heat. “Worried about your makeup when it’s just going to smudge off you anyway?”

Her smile turns into a smirk as she meets his gaze in the mirror. “God, you’re the worst,” she teases, her tone light but laced with something more intimate.

Lando chuckles while she turns in his arms. Her hands slide up his chest, her touch lingering as she looks up at him, her eyes dark with intent.

“Are you sure it can’t wait until we get back to the hotel?” asks Lando, even though he already knows the answer, because he knows the look she has painted all over her face very well.

Her lips brush against his cheek in a warm, lingering kiss before her breath tickles his ear. “Baby, that's hours away.”

She intertwines her fingers with his, and leads him to one of the stalls at the end of the bathroom. The space is just as luxurious as the rest of the venue — tall wooden doors that reach from ceiling to floor, polished brass locks, and a sense of privacy that makes it feel more like a secluded room than a bathroom stall. As soon as they step inside, the door locks with a soft click, and every ounce of restraint disappears.

Lando’s lips are on hers instantly, hot and demanding, his hands already traveling to the hem of her dress. There’s no time to waste, with all those people back at the table who could realize at any moment that it is no coincidence that they are both missing at the same time.

His hands slide up her thighs, pushing the fabric of her dress higher until he reaches the thin band of her panties. His fingers slip beneath the lace, tugging them down in one swift motion before his hand returns, sliding between her legs and finding her completely soaked.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his forehead resting against hers as his fingers dip into her heat. “All this from a bit of touching?”

Her breath comes out in a shaky laugh as she clutches his shirt. “No,” she whispers, “All this from watching you on that stage, sitting next to you the entire night, seeing how people were cheering for you — and then from a bit of touching.”

A cocky smirk tugs at Lando’s lips. “That so?” he asks, pressing a finger into her, his pace measured as he stretches her slowly.

She gasps, her head falling back against the door, and he takes the opportunity to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. A second finger joins the first, curling inside her as his thumb circles her clit, making her see stars.

Her hands, trembling with anticipation, move to his belt, fumbling for a moment before she pushes his pants down just enough to free his hardened cock. Her touch is soft at first, her fingers wrapping around him and stroking slowly, making his jaw clench.

She looks up at him, her lips curving into a teasing smile as she echoes his earlier words. “All this from touching me under the table?”

“Shut up,” he growls, grabbing her thigh and hitching it around his hip. His cock presses against her entrance, teasing her as he slides the tip through her slick folds.

“You shut up, and fuck me already,” she says, her voice thick with desire.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. With one swift thrust, he buries himself inside her, both of them gasping at the full sensation. The stretch is so sweet and perfect, and he pauses for just a moment, letting her adjust before pulling back and thrusting again, harder this time. Her back presses against the door, the cool wood contrasting with the heat of his body as he sets a relentless pace, in and out of her tight pussy. His hands grip her thighs, spreading her wider for him as he drives into her, each movement hungrier than the previous.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Lando groans, his lips brushing against her ear. “Perfectly thight around me, baby. Always so sweet and eager, aren’t you?”

She clings to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he angles his hips, hitting a spot that has her biting back a cry. “Lan,” she breathes, her voice shaky and full of need, while trying to mimic his rapid movements.

“That’s it,” he encourages her, his voice rough as his fingers dig into her hips. “Let them hear you, baby. Let everybody know how well you take my cock.”

Her head falls on his shoulder as he thrusts deeper, harder, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside her. The tension coils tighter and tighter in her belly, her body trembling as she teeters on the edge.

“Lando, fuck,” she moans wetly into his shoulder, feeling her pussy clenching around his length. “Shit, baby. Yes, don’t stop.”

As he buries himself so deep inside her, Lando realizes that's what he wants to do for the rest of the evening — the rest of his life, as a matter of fact. His lips part as he feels her walls twitching around him, making him — if that's even possible — even harder for her. His breaths come out in spasms, letting out a small cry of pleasure as his chest crashes against hers violently.

Sensing that she’s so close, Lando’s hand ends up slipping between their bodies to rub her clit in time with his thrusts. “Come on, baby. Let me feel you.”

“Are you—oh, fuck,” she tries to speak, but all her thoughts are focused on how good he makes her feel.

“Yeah, yeah,” Lando assures her, “Right behind you, love.”

It only takes a few more thrusts before she shatters around him, her walls clenching hard as her orgasm washes over her. Her moans are muffled against his neck as he continues to fuck her through her release, chasing his own high. His movements grow erratic, sloppier, his grip on her tightening as he finally lets go, spilling into her with a low, guttural moan.

For a moment, they can’t hear anything else except the soft whir of ventilation and their labored breathing. Their bodies stay pressed tightly together as the echoes of their pleasure lingers in the small space.

Her chest heaves against his as she exhales shakily, her lips brushing his neck, then up his jaw in a silent thank you.

Lando smiles, slowly pulling out of her, his cock still hard and sensitive from his release. She shudders at the sudden emptiness, but before she can speak, his hand slips between her thighs again. His fingers slide inside, pushing some of his cum and their mingled release back into her.

“Lando,” she gasps, her body clenching instinctively around his fingers.

His breath falls hot against her skin. “Gotta make sure you feel it all night.”

Her cheeks flush at his words, and she bites her lip, torn between glaring at him and melting into his touch. He strokes her lazily, savoring the way her body responds to him even now.

“Insane behavior, Norris,” she exhales sharply, finally looking up at him.

“My brand,” he smirks back at her. “But what about you, hm?” he asks, his tone soft, but teasing as his eyes rake over her wrecked expression. “Going back knowing you’re filled up so good?”

She rolls her eyes at him, but the heat in her gaze betrays her. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You love it,” he quips, fixing a strand of her hair and then kissing her deeply one last time.

She smiles against his lips, brushing her thumb over his mouth to wipe away the faint smudge of her lipstick. Then, leaning up, she presses a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. “Don’t take too long, champ.”

With that, she exits the stall, glancing once in the mirror to make sure she looks composed, and collecting her purse before heading back to the table.

When she returns to her seat, the conversation flows just as before, no one paying much attention to her absence beyond a polite glance. Her heart pounds in her chest, the sensation of being so intimately connected to Lando still fresh in her mind as she settles into her chair. She picks up her glass of champagne, finishing it in one go, her hands steady despite the warmth still coursing through her body — and the wetness between her legs.

A few minutes later, Lando comes back, his phone pressed to his ear as he pretends to be mid-conversation. His expression is casual, his voice light as he murmurs something unintelligible before slipping his phone back into his pocket and taking his seat.

But as soon as he sits down, Oscar’s eyes narrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

Lando catches the look, frowning slightly as he tilts his head. “What?” he asks silently, his expression confused.

Oscar doesn’t answer, instead he points directly at Lando’s bowtie, which is noticeably crooked.

Lando’s eyes widen as he glances down, and straightens it as casually as he can, his cheeks turning faintly pink.

“It's windy outside,” Lando mutters under his breath, low enough that only Oscar can hear.

His teammate just grins knowingly, leaning back in his chair. “Whatever you say, mate.”

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Slightly!Yandere Shinichiro general headcannons

Note: I went off-track a little with cute moments 😭

- SIMP. You’ve probably heard it 100 times, so let me be the 101st, he is a SIMP.

- Has your picture as his lock screen and Home Screen, has a polaroid of you two in the back of his CLEAR phone case, another polaroid in his wallet and a framed picture of the two of you in his shop.

- Looks at you with love-hearts in his eyes whenever you’re talking. It could be about the economical state of the world and he’d still listen intently just because you’re the one saying it.

- Everyone says he doesn’t have any skills with girls, which is true, but he is genuine and that’s already better than the majority of men.

- Will hug and kiss you in front of his friends because he literally does not care what they think. They’ll all probably groan and tell him it’s gross.

- Has accidentally blown a puff of smoke in your face from a cigarette and when you started to cough he panicked. Got you a cute teddy bear to say sorry though.

- Has your skincare and makeup routine memorized, and products. This man knows your shade and the brand you use for foundation and concealer. Always stocks it up for you when he sees you’re running low. Loves to watch you apply skincare and makeup and will get flustered if you ask him to put it on for you.

- Is always so gentle with you. He hasn’t hurt you, and won’t ever. Not even accidentally. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him!

- Benkei and Takeomi give him bad girl advice. Wakasa knows better but he’s never around when the other two give Shinichiro advice… When he tries it with you, he gets genuinely shocked when you tell him you don’t like whatever he tried.

- One time, he asked you if you were on your period because you were mad at him, and when you asked him why the hell he would ask that, he replied “Takeomi told me that you’d think I was attentive and knowledgeable about women’s hormones if I asked you!!”

- They’re probably the reason he doesn’t get girls tbh

- But he has you, he doesn’t need anyone else.

- He does get jealous super easily. He doesn’t even know how he pulled you in the first place, but he WON’T lose you.

- Has and will use his connections from the Black Dragons to beat anyone who tries to get with you. He’s not going to get his hands dirty (probably because he doesn’t know how to) if he has people to do it for him.

- Celebrates every little milestone in your relationship. Expects you to remember as well. Like, what do you mean you forgot this is the anniversary of the first time he fed you?!

- Dreams of a nice, domestic life with you in the future whenever he sees you with Emma and Mikey. He wants 4 kids and a nice house by his grandpa’s dojo.

- Mikey and Emma LOVE you. You’re their big sister now! Especially Emma. It’s hard for her in an all male household, so you’re her rock when it comes to things her brothers and grandpa don’t understand.

- Emma loves to do girl things with you, like face-masks, doing nails and gossiping about boys you guys like. Although it’s only really Emma who talks about boys she likes, since she’ll get grossed out if you talk about Shinichiro in a romantic manner. That’s her stupid, goofy older brother after all..

- Mikey is constantly asking you if Shinichiro is paying you to pretend to be his girlfriend because you’re wayyyyy out of his league! Shinichiro is a bland 4 and you’re a 10!!

- Mikey and Emma definitely crash your guys’ dates sometimes. Especially if you guys are going on a picnic or to the mall.

- Grandpa Sano likes you as well, you’re keeping Shinichiro from getting into trouble and being a goof. Although, most of that is just how he is.

- Mikey definitely introduces you to Draken as his big sister. And Draken probably sees you as his big sister too, you guys probably do have cute moments.

- One time, you saw Draken sat on a bench on his own and you took him to the convenience store and got him candy to cheer him up and talk about why he was looking down. Mikey joined you guys half-way through with a bag of dorayaki (no, he did not share).

- All in all, you guys are a cute ass couple and the kids all look up to you two.

[concreteangel92]

Can we talk about this more? Have we moved on already? Because my brain is stuck on the ring on his finger 😭😭

No I haven't moved on 😭 the ring on his finger got me thinking about submitting a request - Noah x reader getting secretly married 🥺

Done this as a headcanon piece but I hope you like it ☺️

Noah Sebastian x female reader

No warnings for this one, all fluff

Part 2 here

•You and Noah were having a secret wedding, very small, only your closest friends and family would be in attendance

• Noah would be the more nervous out of the two of you

• “I can do this, nothing will go wrong”

• You know Nicholas would be standing at his side all day calming him down

• “She is going to turn up right?”

• “Dude you need to chill, everything will be fine”

• Obviously he’s his best man

• Although the wedding was small, Noah had made sure you had everything you wanted, the perfect dress, flowers, cake, you name it, he made sure you had it

• Nothing was too much for you

• He’d definitely be in a black suit with his hair brushed off his face and behind his ears

• As soon as your song comes on, signalling your entrance, you’d both feel the butterflies in your stomach

• And no doubt Noah would shed a tear when he sees how beautiful you look

• I have no doubt Nick would end up calling out “there’s still time to run” when it’s asked if there are any objections

• To which Noah would send him a glare, only causing the rest of the bad omens team to sit there and giggle like school boys

• But of course nothing could ever make you want to run from the man in front of you

• When it’s time to say your vows and exchange the rings Noah’s voice would be a bit shaky

• “You should be used to standing up in front of a crowd”

• “Thousands of people I don’t know, easy. Standing here with the women I love, praying I don’t mess anything up, terrifying”

• When it’s time for the kiss after you’re officially married, Noah would hold your face in his hands and it would be one of the most perfect and special moments of your life.

• The rest of the evening would be spent with your loved ones and celebrating your marriage

• And of course Noah would carry you over the threshold into your room/hotel/etc

• You’d spend the night as man and wife in each others arms

• And Noah would be obsessed with calling you his wife at any given opportunity

• “Can I get my beautiful wife anything?”

• Eventually the fans would find out when you were both pictured wearing your rings

[urlovebot]

Hiiii. I love your works so so much!!

could you possibly do something for bada x idol reader who’s like- the totally opposite of her? Like super feminine and kind of short, very dramatic and expressive (aka has no chill lol)

Maybe how each of them handle jealousy differently- where reader gets all clingy and pouty and would straight up barge in and wrap her arms around bada from behind or sit on Bada’s lap. And everyone that sees is like “aw they’re such good friends” “industry besties” but they’re literally girlfriends lol

bada x idol reader with no chill 😭😭

bada choreographs for you alot as a solo artist

and you guys get along really well

... and she accompanies you to your events

she'll be in the dressing room watching you perform on music shows

shes behind the cameras when you're invited to variety shows

she shows up to red carpets with you, always making sure to match with you

her hand sits on your lower back as she guides you through the carpet

and when its time for you guys to walk down the steps, she walks first and holds her hand out at the bottom for you to grab for support

she accompanies you to your flights abroad

there are pictures on dispatch of you two linking pinkies that everyone thinks is so cute bc they just think

"i want a friendship like theirs 😭😭"

LIKE GIRL

anyway

you're referred to as the black cat and golden retriever friends

you're alot shorter than bada (which isn't hard given the fact she's nearly 5'10)

you're very feminine presenting

and very... very energetic

which tires bada out

but she loves you for that

your company lets you interact freely with other idols/celebrities so fans and media have gotten used to you being spotted with alot of different people so

naturally catching bada lee following you everywhere was the norm for them

theres a video of bada dancing to takeout (im gonna reference this fucking video every chance i get)

and when she gets down to the floor you jump in front of the camera shielding the viewers from her 😭😭

your arms are spread out and you're literally going

"DONT LOOK- DONT LOOK AT HER PLEASE-"

theres panic on your face

and everyone is just laughing but you're being so fr 😭😭😭😭😭

once bada is done she gets up and kisses you on the cheek which everyone excuses for the reasoning of friendship!

when bada was invited to compete on swf 2 you were really excited for her!!!!

and then she decided to grind in front of other women which made you... less excited!!!

you're always on set with them and when the behind the scenes clips start rolling out

after the battle with redy where bada just towers over her...the cameras cut and immediately you're storming up to her

and everyone just thinks its so cute like you're looking up and complaining to her and she's looking down at you, not giving a fuck about what you're saying... she's just glad to be there 😭

you're pouting afterwards so bada just grabs your hand and leads you to where her team is, sits down, and pulls you on top of her.

and then all is well with the world!

one time she taught a class with j.rick

and it required them to simply make eye contact

girl you would've thought the world was ending

bada finishes her dance with j.rick and you're just in the corner sulking

YOU JUST LOOK SO SAD

and people are starting to notice and the last thing bada needs is for your idol image to be ruined

so she just goes to the corner and stands directly in front of you, shielding you from the others

so your arms wrap around her and you lean your head on her back

and then her hands grip yours and she sways side to side

so cute

omg and she does the thing where her thumb caresses your hand

got lost in the sauce there for a second my bad

but when bada gets jealous uh its like alot less cute

more hot 😍

you're an mc for an end of year awards show and you have a duet stage for your partner

bada choreographs it for you

but its kind of sensual and it requires your partner to have their hands on you alot

(think the first half of this)

and bada kicks herself for being too good at this damn job

but she's so harsh on your partner 😭

she's monitoring you both in the mirror

"turn your foot more there."

"you're stiff during this part."

"people praise your dance skills but you're making me second guess their judgement."

LIKE DAMN

and when you get a break you pull bada off to the side

"???"

she doesnt even look at you

"what."

"you are harrassing that man. leave him alone."

she turns to you and bends down to reach your height

her eyes narrow

"why are you defending him"

"🤨 girl what"

"he can't do a simple step sequence. he shouldn't even be up there with you. and he's scared to grab you which is unprofessional."

you scoff,

"maybe he's scared to grab me because everytime he does, you clench your fist 😭😭"

and bada pulls away embarrassed

"oh."

she ponders for a moment

"yeah i guess that could be it."

anyway some extras

she buys you matching couple jewelry

she dresses you in her clothes when you go to the airport

she offers you her jacket when you sit in a dress/skirt

dispatch tried to expose you two once because bada was dropping you off at your company and kissed your cheeks and forehead before you left

like the headline was literally "solo artist y/n and her choreographer spotted kissing?"

and the description reads,

"bada lee drops y/n off at her company and is seen kissing y/n multiple times. an anonymous source claims theyve been dating for over a year, just months after y/n debuted [insert photos]

and all the comments on the article are like

"omg yall are always trying to stir the pot. THEYRE FRIENDS!"

"dispatch is always at the crime scene. mind your business!!!"

"they've literally been this close since before she debuted, its not that serious."

BUT THEN ON TWT PEOPLE ARE LIKE

"y/n and bada confirmed everyone cheer!!"

meanwhile you and bada are cuddled up in bed, giggling at your companys response of

"our artists private life is not the concern of the company."

long live idol reader + bada lee

[e-dubbc11]

SIKE. This one's the last one 😭

You're worried about me sleeping with other women? I don't want anyone else but you. That means I won't sleep with anyone else but you.

+

"I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified"

With this one:

Or

Choices...choices ✨

Well my lovely, this is it. This is the final ask in my follower celebration! I did it, I finished them ALL! So I chose Billy for this one, thank you for sending this and all of your asks in and for celebrating with me. I appreciate you and your friendship, it really means a lot to me. I hope you like it! ♥️♥️♥️

Nobody But You

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: little bit of angst, swear words, fluff and smooches.

Word Count: 1.8K-ish

Summary: You’re dressed up for a night of business mingling for Billy’s company. You’ve fallen for him but doubt he feels the same way.

A/N: So like I said above, this is the final ask for my 500 follower/friend celebration. This took a lot longer than I thought it would but I had a busy fall. Just wanted to say thank you for your patience, friendship and my inbox is always open!🧡🧡🧡🧡

He looked so handsome in his black suit.

The black silk tie around his neck, crisp white dress shirt with silver cufflinks, and his shoes were shined to perfection. The man looked more like a model than a soldier but underneath his fancy clothes and perfect smile was a soldier and a damn good one according to everyone you talked to at his event tonight.

Billy Russo had a lot of mingling to do tonight, he had perfected the sales pitch, and when he needed to use it, that million-dollar smile and firm handshake worked every time.

He did his best to make sure you felt comfortable, that you were taken care of as far as drinks and food went, but tonight really was more about business than pleasure but it wasn’t so bad. His best friend, Frank Castle, kept you company some of the time, told you stories of when they served together and pranks they played on each other to pass the time in the desert which made you laugh.

You heard from Billy’s fellow Marines that told you Billy was the perfect soldier. They were the only family he ever had, especially Frank. They would do anything for him and he would do anything for them in return.

You loved listening to their stories. It made you feel closer to him because it was difficult for him to talk about…anything. Billy let you in, just a little, but never elaborated. There weren't ever any details so how could you possibly have fallen for someone that you didn’t know that much about, that beautiful women threw themselves at all the time, and for someone who had the reputation of not being “relationship material” and emotionally unavailable.

It was the way Billy made you feel. He made you feel safe and satisfied in every way possible but would he get tired of you and move on to someone else? You’ve seen the pictures online with beautiful models on his arm, referring to him as a handsome eligible bachelor, and rumors of him being nothing but a womanizer that just breaks hearts all over New York City.

No matter where you were in the giant ballroom tonight, Billy found you. His hypnotic dark brown eyes fixated on you, making sure you weren’t too far away from him, and smiling when your gaze finally met his. You had fallen hard for him but highly doubted he felt the same.

“He’s different with you, kid.” Said Frank, catching you off-guard as you were staring down at your drink that was resting on the bar.

Not really paying much attention, you picked your head up and replied, “Huh? What was that, Frank?”

“Bill…” he said, “I saw the worried look on your face and I just wanted to say that I noticed he’s different with you. You’re not just another date on his arm.”

Your eyes unexpectedly welled up with tears, making them shine like glass marbles. A nervous smile stretched across your lips as a tear fell and streaked down your cheek.

“I went into this thinking that it was just going to be a fling. I wasn’t expecting this. I see those other women everywhere, Frank. Their gorgeous faces flash in my head so clearly, it’s like I’m looking at their photos online again and phantom whispers in my ear about how ‘he doesn’t care about you, y/n, make sure you don’t get too attached, and he’ll make you fall for him, break your heart and not think twice about it.’ But I don’t want to listen to those words because…I love him.” You said in barely more than a whisper.

“Maybe you should te—“ Frank started to say.

You interrupted, “Tell him?” You shook your head violently and continued, “Come on, Frank. You know Billy better than anyone! He doesn’t talk about how he feels; he doesn’t have relationships. And I know he has been through a LOT, a lot of stuff that I understand he doesn’t want to talk about but I…” Your voice hitched. “I just want him to know that I would never ever hurt him like that.”

Not wanting to ruin your makeup, you tried to catch your tears before they could leave tracks down your cheeks.

Earlier in the evening when Billy picked you up, he told you how beautiful you looked which made you blush. As you tried to shy away from him, Billy tilted your chin so you were looking into his endless brown eyes and he inched closer so he could gently kiss you which made you feel beautiful.

“Maybe I should just go.” You said, swiping a tear away from your cheek.

Frank tried to stop you. “Sweetheart, please. I’m tellin’ you, I’ve seen a change in him.”

Before running out of the room, you replied, “I can’t do this, Frank. Tell Billy I’m sorry.”

**********

The elevator seemed to move in slow motion as it dropped from floor to floor before reaching the lobby. You figured you would just call for an Uber when you stepped outside. When the elevator doors parted, you were met with a pair of brown eyes as dark as the night sky, his once perfectly styled hair was now out of place and looked like spilled ink across his forehead. Billy was panting heavily as he must have taken the stairs rather than wait for another elevator.

“W-where are y-you going, baby?” He asked, trying to catch his breath.

You replied, “Figured it was time for me to go. Must be about that time for you to move on, right?”

As you pushed past him, he asked in a confused tone, “What? What do you mean ‘move on,’ sweet girl? Talk to me, please!”

“Oh now you wanna talk?! You never want to talk, Billy. Attachments are a weakness, right? Use them, break their hearts and leave them to pick up the pieces, while you move on to someone else. That’s what all the tabloids say.” You said as your face tightened with anger and you walked toward the door.

Billy grabbed your wrist and spun you around so you were looking at him again.

“Whoa, wait. It’s been going well the past few months, I thought.” Said Billy, loosening the grip on your wrist.

His warm breath coasted across your exposed collarbone causing goosebumps to erupt across your chest. The black dress you picked out for tonight was floor length with a long slit up the front with a deep V-neck and long sleeves with a slight sparkle.

Throughout the night, Billy kept at least one hand on your body at all times when you were nearby. He wanted to keep you close and anytime you felt his breath against your skin, it made your stomach flutter, like right now.

With his other hand, Billy pushed his hair away from his eyes and the expression on his face told you he was desperately trying to figure out how to say what he wanted, how to get the words out while trying to remain in control of his emotions.

The last thing he ever wanted for himself was to appear weak or out of control but with everything that he had told you about his childhood and for everything that he has become as an adult, Billy was the strongest person you had ever met.

Billy pointed to the couch in the lobby of the building.

“Sit with me? Please?” He begged.

You agreed and he ushered you over to the couch. After sitting down, he laced his long slender fingers with yours as you wiped more tears away with your other hand. The knot in your chest eased a little as he began to talk.

“Sweet girl, I am very aware of my business reputation and my personal reputation. I know what those bullshit tabloids say about me and the reason I normally take out beautiful, shallow women is because I know I could never get attached to them. It’s just sex.” He said.

“Is this supposed to be making me feel better, Billy? Because you’re doing a shitty job of sellin’ it.” You said in an angry tone.

Billy cracked a smile.

“I do have a point, baby.” He said.

“Then make it.” You hissed.

“My point is that you’re different. You are very beautiful but you’re also smart, I can actually hold a conversation with you without wanting to throw myself into traffic. You’re funny, it’s not easy to make me laugh but you manage to do that too, and I know I don’t really talk about my past but I actually want to try and open up to you.” He said.

As difficult as that was for Billy to get out, it made you feel special that he was choosing you and that he trusts you enough to let you in.

There was only a breath of room between your bodies after you inched closer to him. Billy wasn’t trying to sweet talk you or give you excuses. He was trying to share with you how he felt.

“Oh Billy…I’m sorry. I just had it in my head that I knew this was going to end soon, figured you probably had someone else in mind or lined up already.” You said, choking on your words.

Billy tilted your chin up so you were looking into his eyes as he asked, “You’re worried about me sleeping with other women?”

“Can you blame me for worrying about that? I see the way they look at you, Billy.” You said, softly.

He flashed you that perfect smile again; If he only knew it made you weak in the knees every time.

“I don’t want anyone else but you. That means I won’t sleep with anyone else but you. I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” He whispered.

Your eyelids were warm with his breath as you gently pressed your lips to his. Your lips parted, he slipped his tongue between them, tangling with yours, while a soft whimper escaped your mouth.

As he continued to kiss up and down the side of your neck and along the sculpted hollow of your throat, he pulled you into his lap. As he buried his head into the crook of your neck like a cat, you tried to catch your breath, and felt like his embrace was where you were meant to be.

“Would you feel better to know that I am very much in love with you, Billy Russo?” You asked, shyly.

Brushing his beard with your thumbs, you waited impatiently for his response.

A warm smile stretched across Billy’s lips, he leaned in to kiss you again, and replied, “Maybe I’m not afraid anymore.”

His forceful exhale against the sweet spot on your neck seemed like a sign of relief for Billy, like he had let go of some of the stress he had been holding onto for most of his life.

It would be a process for him to build more trust, learn to communicate better, and help him open up, only if and when he was ready to but you were ready to help him, listen to him, and most importantly…more than willing to love him.

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[menlove]

since yall seem to think me criticizing tiktok trends that perpetuate misogyny means I loathe women, here's some really cool and fun tiktok trends by women that Aren't sexist and Awful like the ones in this post

girl dinner when it's just the most random assortment of stuff like. some hot pickles, cheetos, a slice of cheesecake, and a monster energy drink.

"in the year of the barbie movie?"/"they should've touched on this in the barbie movie."

speaking of the barbie movie, when they were showing off the outfits them and their friends wore to go see it. they were so creative and fun omg

when femmes make matching outfit videos w their butches 😭

that sound that's like "ladies if you want to attract a man do (x)" and so the girl does the exact opposite of each step until she's wearing like. an inflatable horse costume.

those videos where they're doing their makeup but describing the most insane batshit things

"list of things you can do to make men super angry" and it's the funniest shit imaginable to fuck w their ego

trans women documenting their joy in femininity and excitement over getting to be feminine

black women making videos where they're doing smth soft and feminine and taking joy in it

fat women (feminine or masculine) showing off their outfits and talking abt where they got each piece and how they styled it

those videos where they start talking abt how like. you have to take off your boobs when you shower and men in the comments are so confused and not understanding that they're joking and they just keep the bit going

90% of those "how I love being a woman" videos bc it's either women finding joy in femininity or a joke one that's tongue in cheek poking fun at sexism

those ones where moms and daughters will dress up like each other and giggle about it

yall can add on if you want :)

but you see how easy it is to have fun and celebrate femininity Without falling for sexist trends?

[exist4me]

Shopping Trip

cw: fingering, praise, Gojo

word count:1.8k

Author’s Note: I have no idea why this took so long to finish...I don’t think I even like how it turned out😭

You loved shopping with Gojo, the guy has way too much money that he doesn’t know what to do with it. But you do. There are special times when he gives you his black card to do whatever you want for a day, whenever you are sad, or if it's a celebration he just hands it to you. You and Gojo have known each other since childhood. Yes, he's annoying but he grows on you. There are times when you're not sure what your relationship with him is. Friends, who flirt? Childhood friends with sexual tension? Who knows but you enjoy each other's company…most times.

“Gojo…come on walk faster,” you yelled over your shoulders. There was a new luxury clothing store in the mall you've been wanting to visit and now is your chance to go crazy. You saw a few of their clothing items online before and you were interested. Gojo groans behind you.

“Try carrying around a shit ton of shopping bags. I’m hungry” he whined. Entering the store you roll your eyes at him.

“Stop complaining, you big baby…I'll buy you some sweets after this. Aren't you supposed to be the strongest sorcerer….and you're complaining about 10 bags.” You scoff walking away, and you laugh to yourself about Gojo being dramatic as usual. He should be used to this by now.

Gojo drops himself and the shopping bags on a couch in a changing room while you run off to collect some clothes to try on. 

You walked into the changing room with a rack of clothes dropping them where Gojo sat, idly scrolling through his phone. 

"Okay, Goj pay attention you gotta help me pick out some items."

He nods, not even looking up from typing on his phone.

"Who are you even texting?"

He smirks at you, " The many women I entertain"

You scoffed at him "Oh please, the only woman that can tolerate you is me…barely. Now help me"

"Ugh fine" He rolled his eyes, dropping his head against the couch. "Go on do your little runway" He shakes his hand shooing you away.

"Thank you." You say sarcastically walking into the tiny room.

You walk out wearing one of the outfits you picked

"Thoughts?"

Gojo looks up at you. His finger swirled, indicating he wants you to spin, which you obeyed.

"Hmmm… it's a great colour for you but it does nothing for your curves. Next." 

"Yea…I agree."

You go back in to try on another item. You slide the curtain open to reveal the sundress you picked out.

“I like this one. The colour is cute and I look amazing.” You swirl for Gojo to see the entire dress.

“Hmmm,” he hummed looking at you weirdly. This fuzzy feeling is growing in your stomach, Gojo is overtly checking you out. 

“It’s beautiful on you but short…that swirl was very close to revealing parts of you I haven't seen” You laughed. “I’m obviously gonna wear shorts under it because I don't want any pervs checking me out.” You gave him the ‘I’m talking about you’ look. 

“Shut up. Put on something else.” You laughed heading back into the changing room for your new outfit.

  This time you chose a bodycon dress, it's black with a small cut-out to show off some cleavage.

You walk out to show Gojo.

"I love this one, it fits perfectly and my ass and tits look great" you spin to show him everything.

Gojo whispers fuck as he sits up to look at you. He's scanning every inch of your body in that dress.

"Perfect. You look gorgeous. I’ll have to fight men off of you" He looks at you, both so heated and longingly that you're stuck in place. You stand there looking at each other for a while which felt like an eternity. 

"Um, I'm gonna take this off…I'm suddenly so hungry." You cleared your throat breaking the spell, scampering off into the room.

Gojo finally snaps out of your trance after you left. What the fuck just happened….he thought.

You were taking longer than usual to come out of the room. Gojo walks up to the curtain hesitantly. "Uh, are you okay in there? Do you need help?"

"Um yes, please thank you Goj"

He slowly pulls the curtain to see you struggling with the zip of your dress.

“The zip got stuck.” you pouted making eye contact with Gojo in the mirror. He walks up behind you to help you unzip the dress. Gojo’s cold hands touch the nape of your neck causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin, you gasp softly surprised by the feeling it awakens in you. He grunts as he tugged at the zipper, your mind racing at the thought of your relationship with Satoru. You guys never really moved past friends yet there is so much tension between you. He was a known womanizer and you were scared of sharing that part of yourself with him but you trusted him with your life. Wrapped up in your own thoughts you forgot where you were and who you were with. 

You heard Gojo clear his throat. “Um… the dress is undone…”

“Shit!!!”  you looked down forgetting that you didn’t wear a bra today. Your tits were on display for Gojo to see. You held the top of your dress turning to face him.

“You didn’t see anything. I don't want to hear a word of this.”

Gojo displayed his signature smug smirk.

“Oh but I did…Your tits are beautiful by the way,” he said, staring at you intensely.

Your face heats up looking at Gojo, it's the same look as before. You love it. You want him to only look at you like this. You just stood there staring at him again. After a long pause, you spoke.

“Touch me” you whispered under your breath. Again he responds with that dumb smirk. Satoru walks up to you cradling your jaw in his hands, and his thumb rubs your bottom lip.

“If you want me to do something sweetheart, you gotta beg more than that.”

You wanted to scoff, roll your eyes, just do anything to not give in to him so easily but you did. 

“Please Toru, I’d do anything just please touch me. I need to feel you.” You plead to him, aching for his smallest touch. Your desperation and neediness roll off of you as you lick and suck on his thumb. Gojo moans at the sight of you. 

“You’re such a pretty girl when you beg.” He takes his thumb, pushing it in and out of your mouth before releasing it. His lips met yours in an assertive kiss. Your warm lips melt into each other, molded in a heated dance of pent-up passion. His pale lean arm wraps around your waist as the other slides down to grip your ass cheek. You instantly moan into the kiss. You feel his smirk against your lips, loving your response to his touch. You pull away slowly, so caught up in the kiss you forgot to breathe.

“God-” peck,” I’ve been thinking-” peck, “about doing this forever” Gojo continues to leave small kisses all over your face. Your body is on fire, you can’t think or breathe, and all you can do is take Satoru in. His smell, his touch, and his beautiful azure eyes. Gojo stares at you so deeply that you feel it in your soul. While holding his gaze, you strip out of the bodycon dress, leaving you in your underwear. You feel his stare grow more heated, his eyes so dilated they turn dark blue. He holds you by your waist and turns you roughly to face the dressing room mirror, his hand ventures down to the waistline of your underwear. 

“I want you to look at yourself while I touch you, you’ll see how bewitching you will look when you come.” Gojo’s sweet words pour out of his mouth like honey, making you feel so wanted. Holding eye contact through the mirror, you nod at him.

“I need words love.”

“Yes, Toru.”

Gojo kisses your neck as his fingers spread you open playing with your slit spreading your slick and wetness around your lips and clit. You let out a small whimper as he puts pressure on your aroused clit.

“Fuck baby you’re so wet for me. All this for someone you think is so annoying.” Satoru chuckles, teasing you. His two fingers massage and rub your slick clit, and your knees buckle as pleasure takes over your body. Gojo holds you firmly by the waist keeping you upright.

“Shut….up.” you moaned softly. 

He laughs in your ear. “Look at you. You’re a sopping mess,” he says, holding your face firmly, looking at you in the mirror. His fingers slowly penetrate your warmth. You moan out fuck stretching the words out.

“My pretty girl has such a dirty mouth.” Gojo thrusts his fingers slowly, relishing in the feel of your tight cunt and the beautiful sounds you make. He curls and spreads his fingers inside you as his palm presses down on your clit. Your pussy soaks his hands filling the tiny room with wet noises. You look down from the embarrassing noise your pussy makes as Gojo pleases you. 

You feel his hand wrap around your throat. “ ah, ah, ahh. Look up. Keep your eyes on the mirror. Don’t be embarrassed, baby. These sounds are music to my ears.” 

“I-”

You cry out as Satoru quickens the pace of his fingers. He curls them again, reaching the best place ever, causing you to moan loudly. Your hips jerk wildly chasing the source of pleasure.

“Yes baby, give it to me. Please cum for me? I need to see it.” Gojo continues to pump his fingers into your tight hole, adding another finger inside you. The feeling of Satoru’s breath against your ears begging you to cum for him and his third finger stretching you out, you feel close to climaxing.

“M’ gonna cum. Mmh…fuck Toru I’m close” you whine out craving more of Satoru.

“Ooh look at you, baby. You look so perfect. Give it to me, give me your cum. Go on darling, come for the greatest sorcerer to exist.” More of your wetness drips down Gojo’s hand as the built-up pleasure inside you bursts, releasing all over him. You whimper as your intense orgasm washes over your body. You watch yourself cum on Gojo’s fingers, your face flushed, your body glistening with perspiration but you can’t look away. His pace slows down as he lets you ride out the waves of your climax. 

“See that baby. Bewitching. An absolute goddess” He kisses and smiles against your flushed neck. 

Exhausted from cumming you lean your full weight against the font of Gojo. You can feel his hard warm cock pressing against your ass. Watching him through the mirror, you slowly move your hand to grope his cock before he grabs your wrist.

“Not here. We’ll continue this elsewhere before the store clerks interrupt us. Get dressed so we can leave.” Satoru pecks your cheek before picking up the items you chose to purchase.

You’re left in the changing room realizing the weight of what you just did with Gojo Satoru.

“Fuck.”

[knjbrin]

First Encounter✨

When Keeoni First moved into Town As a way to celebrate, Her friends took her to see this new Rock Band That was performing that night; Which just so happened to be Broken Bottlez first performance since the controversy surrounding Willow and Elizabelles “falling out”

It was that night watching them perform that Keeoni fell in love with the band and decided They would be the band she’d Feature on her Article

.

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ITS OFFICIALLY COMIC SEASON! I’ve finally decided it’s time to Start the rollout for my Comic. I’ve been very disappointed lately in Lesbian Representation especially when it comes to BLACK Lesbian representation either the show gets Canceled or the Creator is a piece of shit. So I decided around 2022 that I would Release my Own Comic that would feature Black Lesbians, Women of Color who love other Women, and Butches who are unapologetically Butch. These past two years I worked on character sheet after character sheet, Scrapped certain ideas and came up with Better ways to execute them, and I can finally say I am Satisfied enough to Start Posting all of these Ideas. You never know how well Your ideas will be taken if you never share them so fuck it I’m taking the Next steps.

I can’t wait to share all of the projects I’ve been working on with Everyone 🥹❤️ And to those who were supporting me during the early days of Broken Bottlez, Thank You and it’s finally time 😭😭

[katsune-nya]

Random headcanons that I'm writing down 'cause I got writer's block for the kink headcanons.

Thanks to @devilgirlnq for the help 💞.

Tora listens to Evanescence and has a MySpace account.

Kei is a tsundere, that's the tweet.

Ken uses 2in1 shampoo 😔.

Taka... For some reason I see him being lowkey a christian???

Fuyu acts all confident and shit with love when "advicing" Michi but if he has a crush he just goes 🧍🏻‍♂️ and will NEVER approach you.

Shin is actually not shy at all, we love flustered Shin, but I firmly believe he's just chill with everything.

Akkun is probably the best husband, ngl. He's stable, has a work/life balance...

Mikey has a special corner on his blanket/towel that he chews on.

Souya has to set ALL his stuffies on the bed when he goes to sleep 'cause if not he feels bad for them.

Hakkai and Nahoya sleep like in a starfish position, they sprawl all over the bed, blankets stuck to their limbs, just a mess.

Mikey and Senju drool in their sleep. (So do Shin, Michi...)

Taiju sleeps like a vampire or corpse or something, kinda creepy.

Ran wears a silk bonnet and eyemask to bed. (He's so babygirl)

Ran used to get up in the middle of the night and check if Rin was still breathing 😭.

In the last timeline, Emma got cute overalls to match the vibe when hanging out at Shin's shop, then used them when "helping" Ken (talking his ears off).

Taka and Kei are the ones that respect women the most tbh. Mikey and Ken are cool too, just... Kinda old school? Women need protection 'cause they're weaker and shit? But with good intentions.

Ken is the dad friend, Taka the mom friend, Mikey, Kei, Nahoya and Tora are the bastard children, Peh and Pah the pet chihuahuas.

Mikey didn't one day decide to let his hair grow, he just was too lazy to go get a haircut and it just ended up as we know it.

I can imagine that if shin had a daughter he would go see lil Izana at the orphanage to show him his niece while Kakucho looks in awe along with him.

Ran would definitely give his daughter those black sun glasses to wear... As a toddler.

Koko's son is a fashion icon.

Mikey can't have children, he is the baby.

Draken is so girl dad.

Koko's son knows how to strut.

The machoman dressed like a fairy having a tea party... That's mochi.

MUCHO TOO. Man will look so intimidating with makeup smeared all over his face by his daughter.

He walks down the street at a fair or smth with his two girls one on each hand, stern expression fairy wings and glittery makeup.

I see Taka not having children until he's older maybe.

He had enough kids already lmao.

Wait till marriage type of man (for kids, not sex lmao.)

The *gets closer* "can I kiss you?" Is Taka in the beginning of the relationship.

Shion looks like the type to be so competitive when playing pretend kitchen with their child.

HE CORRECTS HER COOKING BUT IT'S A 3YO PLAYING WITH PLASTIC.

When in real life he can burn the dam kitchen.

Cooked dry pasta but didn't know you needed to boilt it.

Just put it in the pot.

You come back after being out for the day and find Shion asleep on the floor next to the couch, mouth open, with your kid sprawled on his chest, the house a mess, and fast food boxes around.

The state of the kitchen shows he tried

Almost all of them are girl dads.

Not because of being good with women or anything.

But because they all give gay vibes. (I'm joking... Mostly)

Hakkai ain't having kids.

He's a single, childless gay.

He's like fuck them kids, respectfully.

Hanma... Why do I see him having old parents or a grandpa.

His parents had him when they were in their 30s/40s.

Probably parents don't even live where he lives 'cause they don't give a shit or are dead.

Or both lmao.

He gives unsupervised vibes.

He probably got kicked out or snuck out and lived in the streets somewhere.

He's one of the many characters who doesn't get holydays or bds celebrated at home.

I see him living alone somewhere.

Maybe the streets, staying over places.

Or a house that used to belong to a relative.

Or abandoned place.

He slept on the bus stop benches.

But like, he has money for cigs.

He steals or pickpockets.

Maybe some deals, betting... Doesn't even cheat, he's just good and lucky.

Beats people up for money too.

And has senpaiis is the delinquent world.

That's how he got his bike.

I headcanon him and Tetta go hang out and eat sometimes with Tetta's excuse being having to strategize.

And Tetta always pays.

He just does it, before Shu can't even say or do anything.

Shu probably gets seconds yet Kisaki is so used to it he doesn't question it. Just scoffs at him but nevertheless still pays.

He scolds him for eating like a pig but then side eyes him worriedly if he eats less.

And goes like "It's rude to not even eat what I'm getting you".

Will NEVER say that he just worries about him lmao.

Mikey needs a photographer for something as a racer and before Koko recommends someone Tetta goes "I'll call Hanma." And leaves.

[soahbee]

Big update I Christmas Gathering

IM HERE FOR UPDATE FINALLY!! I'm sorry in advance if it's long, maybe I'll post it for you girls in two parts <33

So I arrived a little late to the Christmas gathering, I had prepared too much. I was wearing a white ruffled skirt and a white shirt over which I wore a knitted vest + long black platform boots. (I like this style)

When I arrived, the celebration was already in full swing, dad loves these kinds of gatherings, he had already decorated the house, so it was really a Christmas atmosphere. Of course, I immediately noticed R, who was talking to a couple of people in the living room, and girls couldn't believe how good he looked even in a weird Christmas sweater. haha His hair was slicked back and a few strands hung in his eyes and he was wearing black linen pants. I love seeing a different side of him outside of school.

Since everyone was drinking and in a good mood, I quickly went to the kitchen to relieve my tension, bc I honestly didn't know many people at this big party, so far there were only small gatherings for a close circle of friends, but now I saw several strangers here, who of course knew who I was bc my father's acquaintances, but it was so awkward to introduce myself at the beginning. mehhhh

I started drinking some champagne to get rid of my anxiety and started talking to a couple of women who might have been the same age as R, idk, the point is that I was almost the youngest lol... However, they were very nice to me and I started to feel better, BUT then you won't believe it, they started talking about mens. AHH and my stomach immediately lurched as his name was said it this conversasion.🙄

A part of me knew that R was quite popular among women because, well…his a "dilf", as the women called him in the kitchen, (lol) but the reality still annoyed me and slapped me in the face that yes, R could actually get anyone here at the party. No matter how much I prepared, no matter how much I hoped like an idiot, there are much better, older, more mature women in the world than me. I was so immersed in my dark thoughts that I didn't even notice that I wasn't drinking my first champagne. lol

Just imagine, one of them just randomly interrupted my overthinking with the question of whether I like someone. I just said no quickly. What can I say to this? That "Yes, I like R?" Absolutly not!!😭 No one in my father's circle of acquaintances will know. Good heavens, what would dad do if he found out? But they didn't leave the subject and kept asking questions, and I awkwardly just smiled while they giggled in front of me. They were in a good mood, they enjoyed the Christmas party and I don't blame them, maybe I didn't handle the situation properly and kept away from them. I then poured myself another champagne, but then all three women immediately remained silent, which was very strange, I felt I had done something, but omg, the girls didn't remain silent because of me...

"Ladies, hold back a bit" - he said

I knew right away that R was behind me and I immediately turned around, even though I didn't want to, but it was instinctive. At first, he didn't look at me, but only at the friends of the three girls (or, idk, maybe acquaintances), then the girls just laughed and started talking, but I don't even remember what bc I wasn't paying attention to them.

After that, R immediately looked at me with a big smile and said: "There you are! I thought you wouldn't come"

I'm sure he's been drinking, he's much more direct at this time and he's obviously very happy for me. I told him I had some things to do but I'm here. Then I saw that his eyes were strikingly running over me and he said to me:

"You are so pretty today!"

MY PLAN WAS SUCCEEDED AND HE COMPLIMENTED MY OUTFIT😭

I thanked him for the compliment and after the girls went away he asked if they were very intrusive with me, bc unfortunately when they drink they tend to ask too many questions and he saw that I was tense and I quickly told him that there was nothing wrong, it was just a bit much at once . I then looked at him and added that he also looks good, and he laughed and said: "Your dad gave me a really ugly hoodie and you think I look good?"

Since he was right, I had to laugh at that and told him that this is still better than my set, bc don't have a big hoodie that would have a Christmas atmosphere and I know that dad asked for it separately, bc this is dress code. Then comes the big WTF!!! He just drank into his glass and after that he said:

"I have two, would you like my other hoodie?"

To be honest, girls, I didn't know what to say to that, I might have very stupid face bc R laughed and playfully patted my head and continued: "I thought I could get away with a plain burgundy hoodie, but your father needed something uglier than that, so I'm not wearing it, but if you want, I'll give it to you, even though it might be a little big on you."

My brain switched quickly and I told him that, of course, at least this way I wouldn't hang out so much from the line, and after that he gave it to me and I hid in it and we laughed about how much bigger the hoodie for me. But I was so happy, I could smell him all night and it felt like there was something between us bc I was in his hoodie. After that, I completely relaxed with him, I was very relieved that he wasn't angry with me, as you know we hadn't spoken for four days before that and I was a little worried that bc of that I had written him something unpleasantly stupid last time. But luckily I didn't feel anything bad, in fact it was quite strange that he enjoyed my company so much, imagine that he even put his arm around my shoulder a few times and proudly told others that I was one of his best students and that he thought I was much more mature than others.

I don't think this man knows what he did to me. I began to bond with him more, and that couple of champagne inside me made him even more loving. I didn't feel that I was his student anymore, I even forgot for a moment that he was my teacher at the moment, I was fooling around with him and I held onto his arm many times, and HE DIDN'T MIND!!!😳 Specifically, he let me be silly next to him and never once refused my closeness.

I hope I wasn't too much for him....

So, girls I feel that our relationship has reached a new level!! This is all I'm writing to you now, bc you may not even read it, it's so long. lol SORRY AHH but I'll tell you girls about more story in a second post if my thoughts come to mind.

Im really into him now💘😭

[youremyheaven]

so well put, I think people underestimate how much the way you dress effects how people see you. People limit their creative expression because they get caught up in their features, the way their body looks, etc. when the truth is people just love and gravitate towards beauty and art... if you're someone who adorns yourself beautifully and makes that a part of yourself, people will find you beautiful 🤷🏼‍♀️ I am usually considered beautiful and yes i am a healthy young woman lol but other than that I don't see myself as having one over any other girl, every girl is beautiful and can learn to alchemise it in a way. Also yess! If I go out in a hoodie or something I find myself invisible too lol, or at least blending it more.

I live in Australia!! It's a thing here, people don't dress up lol or wear colours. I definitely relate to what you're saying about being the only one to dress up for class 😭💜 I think a lot of people admire when somebody carries themselves with that level of class and artistry, I'm sure lots of people commend you for it :) (and ofc the Venus men are eating it up) hahaha

The aussie culture is reaaally casual and I kinda love that, it's a chill place to live but I do wish there was more colour. Everyone is so... monochromatic here. I'm not muslim but we just live in a muslim area where a lot of people immigrate straight from Lebanon and that kinda thing. In this specific area, the girls who aren't hijabi just wear black leggings and a black hoodie. I be looking like a clown for being so colourful hahaha.

Also you're right!! They might be less judgy than I'm imagining. I'm still trying to wear what I like but yes, baby's safety comes first so I have to go a litttle incognito at least for now 🕶️🤣💕

"so well put, I think people underestimate how much the way you dress effects how people see you. People limit their creative expression because they get caught up in their features, the way their body looks, etc. when the truth is people just love and gravitate towards beauty and art... if you're someone who adorns yourself beautifully and makes that a part of yourself, people will find you beautiful 🤷🏼‍♀️ I am usually considered beautiful and yes i am a healthy young woman lol but other than that I don't see myself as having one over any other girl, every girl is beautiful and can learn to alchemise it in a way. Also yess! If I go out in a hoodie or something I find myself invisible too lol, or at least blending it more."

THISSSS. this is the Venusian code!!!

I feel like many women feel as though they're not "pretty enough" to dress up, when the truth is, by performing the action (dressing up) you can invoke the feelings (feeling good/feeling pretty). you dont feel pretty because you're not channelling your Venus (the Venus everyone has in their birth chart, which is the planet of love, beauty, creativity etc). its like someone saying they dont feel clean and refusing to take a shower. like if u feel dirty, then the solution is to step into the shower.

same way, if u dont feel "good enough" , u will feel it once u invest the time and energy in taking care of yourself <333 rituals are important because it makes us feel purposeful!!! a life with none is dull and dreary.

people treat u so differently based on how ur dressed,, its such a powerful tool!!! when i was a teenager it made me sad bc i thought i had to rely on it ?? to be treated in a special way✨ but as i grew older i realised that its just the clothes lol bc even the most beautiful celebrities look meh in unflattering clothes.

"I live in Australia!! It's a thing here, people don't dress up lol or wear colours. I definitely relate to what you're saying about being the only one to dress up for class 😭💜 I think a lot of people admire when somebody carries themselves with that level of class and artistry, I'm sure lots of people commend you for it :) (and ofc the Venus men are eating it up) hahaha"

Australia??? 😭😭the way u described it, i thought u lived in the Middle East 😭😭😭

they dooo hehe 🥰😌 my professors always complimented me for it as well🥰😌 (im rlly grateful for that bc i know a lot of professors/teachers, esp in india can be MEAN asf to girls who dress up) i was always the first to show up in class and i had this one professor (im dyinggg to know her birthday bc she loved me sooo much) who complimented me every single day,, she'd be like "i know if i come at this time only you'd be in class but i still come because it makes me sooo happy to see your beautiful face first thing in the morning 🥰🥰" and id be like 🥹🥹idk why but she was sooo sweet to me (everybody else disliked her bc she was strict asf)

she remembered and noticed random things about me and i remember one day i just wore jeans and a cute top to class, which is not my usual style at all (i dont wear pants, remember??) and i went to the staff room to talk to a different professor and this prof pulled me aside and asked me concerningly "why aren't you dressed up today? 😦😟 you look so pretty when you're dressed up, why did you dress so plainly?" ngl it kinda hurt my feelings lmfaooo but then i took it in my stride bc it made me realise that when someone channels their beauty, its sooo valuable to others around them as well because everybody wants to surround themselves with beauty!! and a lack of it, makes things seem dull!!

(the Venus men did eat it up 😉😏)

"The aussie culture is reaaally casual and I kinda love that, it's a chill place to live but I do wish there was more colour. Everyone is so... monochromatic here. I'm not muslim but we just live in a muslim area where a lot of people immigrate straight from Lebanon and that kinda thing. In this specific area, the girls who aren't hijabi just wear black leggings and a black hoodie. I be looking like a clown for being so colourful hahaha."

damnnn, thats so interesting. i never would've assumed that about australia (granted that its an island and most people probably just dress for comfort???). but that means, you can be the anomaly 😏😏by wearing colors!!

one thing i love about india is how colorful and vibrant it is!!! absolutely every corner of india, even the insides of rickshaws are soooo colorful and pretty!!! i love it!!

nooo girlieeee, i think you're overthinking it. unless you're wearing flaming neon colours, i dont think you'd look odd at all!!! (and even if u did, im sure u could pull it off!!)

these are all colorful lewkzz and they're also relatively modest!! idk if they're your style but i just thought id give u some ideas 😬(they're my style tho😌🤭)

"Also you're right!! They might be less judgy than I'm imagining. I'm still trying to wear what I like but yes, baby's safety comes first so I have to go a litttle incognito at least for now 🕶️🤣💕"

i understand this completely!!! do whatever you've got to do to stay safe!! (although its unfortunate that it has to mean not dressing up :((( screw the male gaze 😠😠)

[vintagepresley]

How are you feeling about the election 😭

Not great. I’ve unfollowed and told many Elvis people that followed me on IG who voted for that man to block me. I’ll do the same here. Because seeing people celebrate that man being into office again is an insult. Then saying Elvis would love him. No he would not you fucking maga morons. Trump is a fucking fascist who wants to strip our democracy away, human rights away for women, LGBTQ, disabled people. He does not care about anyone but himself and his rich friends.

So for the people who voted for this racist, rapist, homophobe, misogynist asshole, fuck you. I can’t wait to see everyone who voted for him regret their choices when this country goes to shit. When groceries are so expensive we can’t even afford to eat or just buy day to day things because what the maga garbage doesn’t seem to understand is he wants to put tariffs on things that get imported here. He wants to charge 50% for it meaning the working class people will not be able to afford simple things. Not to mention our gas prices will skyrocket. So while maga was crying about a better economy and gas prices, good luck fuckers. Because we won’t be able to afford shit. Good luck because he plans to get rid of Medicaid. Reproductive rights? Yeah don’t even think about it. Health care? BYE BYE. So when your own families are struggling don’t cry to us who voted for Kamala because we told you this was going to happen.

On top of that the damn minorities in this country that voted for this man. What a disappointment you fucking are. This man does not give a shit about you nor does maga. These people are all for white supremacy. So don’t expect any help. Latino people? You better hope no one you fucking love gets deported. Because he plans to do a mass deportation. If you think that means only illegals.. you’re an idiot. Go look up the last mass deportation that happened in 1955 called “operation wetback” they were deporting people who were citizens but looked like they were of Mexican descent. So good luck cause you don’t have much longer in this country.

Also black people who voted for him? Good luck because he plans to give the police full immunity and to be above the law. Meaning they can beat your ass or kill you if they feel like it and we already have a problem with police brutality. So when it happens to you or a family member. Oh well. Don’t come crying to us. We told you.

We are all fucked. FUCKED. Don’t expect black people or any minorities in this country that stand up and protest to protest for any of you when shit hits the fan. Everyone is done. If you voted for him I don’t wanna hear, “oh you’re all being immature and blah blah cutting people off for this” no we’re not. This wasn’t about policies. This was about human rights. You voted to strip people of their rights. You have no morales and don’t care about anyone but yourself. I don’t want any dealings with people like that because this has told me exactly who you are as a person.

It’s so sad how many people in the Elvis community support him. But I have no problem getting rid of yall or anyone for that matter. Even family members. But this also proves this country doesn’t want to progress or move forward and can’t stand or handle the thought of a woman being president let alone a BLACK WOMAN. That’s too much for the whites in this country and the Latinos and black people who voted for this man because they so desperately want to be accepted by white people. THEY DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOU. But you’ll find out the hard way.

So yeah. That’s how I’m feeling lmfaooo

[maurypovichofficial2]

what is it about taylor swift that elicits the craziest reactions from people i don't understand she doesn't really do anything super out there, she's no better or worse than your average celeb like why are there a million thinkpieces on every time she breathed at the grammys idgi 😭

ALL MY OPINION!!!!! THIS IS WHAT I BELIEVE IF YOU DO NOT AGREE WITH IT WELL THEN GUESS WHAT POOH, THAT’S BECAUSE IM ME AND YOU’RE YOU AND THIS IS MY OPINION. 🤭🤗

Anyway, Well when it comes to the white women that love her it’s because she is the pinnacle of white femininity and idealism. Blonde, skinny, gorgeous, successful, rich, dates all the hot guys, well liked, talented. When it comes to the other non white women that love her it’s because she is granted the grace, softness, kindness, and space to be vulnerable with her thoughts and feelings that women of color are not. She can say her thoughts and feelings put them in a song and be listened to and taken seriously. Women of color don’t have that privilege. Especially black women, if they complain, there’s an issue. If they talk about things, there’s an issue. Did Taylor always have this freedom? No. Is she free of it today? Absolutely not. But the fact that she fought for it, stuck to her guns and stayed true to her voice, who she is and never modified herself. That’s inspiring. Now she has everyone WANTING to listen to her and going crazy everytime she does something simple like blink her eyes. Her political views, what she wants for herself next: what woman of color wouldn’t want that. Taylor is white yes but she is a woman who is free for all intents and purposes (she still has obstacles and things when it comes to being a woman like the ai thing but you get it. She is free)

Non female fans who love her. For me, it’s always been a form of escapism to love a celebrity. After the pandemic (that is still happening by the way) people wanted a way to get away from it all. Someone or something people could project onto to forget about their own life and the problems within it. (I do not condone projecting on to people much less a celebrity but we all do it have done it it’s normal) Taylor is fun, she’s easy to digest, there’s nothing too heavy about her. Treating her albums like puzzles, the secrets , the talking about what boy she’s dating it’s all fun. And she’s in on it! That’s the thing it’s veeeery rare for a celebrity to feed into the fanfare surrounding them in the manner that she does. Like her album announcement at the Grammys that was fun for her and the fans that little cat and mouse game that is fully lighthearted. It’s fun.

Also her music slaps.

[changingplumbob]

New Goth Household: Chapter 3, Part 4

It's time for Milton to turn 6 and become a proper child, I shall miss his little face 😭 We take a quick trip to the humor and hijinks festival, Joey prepares for his first day of real work

Marta: Buenos dias carino

Keira: You okay? You seemed restless last night

Marta: Just a few bad dreams

Keira: Was he in them

Marta: He’s only ever in the bad ones. Gertrude why are you up here

Keira: I think she’s trying to establish territory

Marta: I got to get to work, I’ll see you later, te amo

Keira: Bye, love you to

James: I can’t believe I forgot to make the cake

Alexander: Sweets you were busy with the grand meal yesterday

James: I know but Milton deserves a good birthday

Alexander: I still can’t believe Father Winter wouldn’t give him anything

James: I got so mad, needed cat time. Don’t you have a project you should be working on

Alexander: Not losing your memory yet I see

James: Go love. I have this under control

Once the cake is sorted James gives Hamlet some snuggles and the two become companions! Gertrude is aloof so winning her over will take longer. The doorbell rings and Cassandra is here!

James: No kids

Cassandra: They  were in grumpy moods this morning, I decided that if they were here they’d only ruin Milton’s day

The adults sit and talk in the library until Milton emerges for the day. He needed a long sleep after Father Winter was the biggest bully around screw that guy.

Milton: Cassandra!

Cassandra: Hey little brother. You ready to age up

Alexander carries Milton to the freshly baked cake.

Alexander: Okay buddy, let’s blow them out

Milton: Can I has help

Alexander: We can do it together. Three, two, one The two Goth boys blow the candles out and Milton laughs in delight. He is put down, spins it out, and…

Six year old Milton is here! Is it just me or is it hard to find younger kid clothes in cas? Like most of them seem good for preteens but maybe it’s just me. Back to Milton, he has spun the geek trait. I swear it was not my choice despite the poll. He also has the slumber party animal aspiration and is a 1 star celeb? It must be from Mortimer dying as a 5 star celeb.

Black joins yellow and orange as his favourite colours. He rolled liking photography, telling jokes and talking about hobbies. Alexander and James got him some voidcritters.

Keira: Happy birthday

Milton: Thanks, what did you get me

Keira: Oh I haven’t-

Milton: Joking!

Alexander: I think your comedic timing needs some work

Hamlet: *meows* no kidding

The household, minus James who needs a nap after working out, head to the humor and hijinks festival.

Joey: Oi, there’s Morgan

Keira: The one who cheated on me, thank you for pointing her out

Joey: What if, and hear me out, I woohoo her. Like a revenge woohoo on your behalf. I need to get my count up

Keira: *sighs* You know she’s a lesbian right Joey

Joey: Wouldn’t be the first lesbian to sleep with a dude

Keira: Knock yourself out but I’m telling you, you’ll just make a fool of yourself. I'm going to catch up with Marta

Joey: Hey hottie, nice to see you

Morgan: Is it? And since when do you call me hottie

Joey: Oh you know, couldn’t do it when you were dating my friend but I do love redheads. And you in that leather, damn girl

Morgan: *laughs*

Joey: You know, I’m actually a celebrity now. Starting down that path to roll in the fortunes. You could always roll with me if you know what I mean

Morgan: I have some idea

Joey: So what do you say? I’m sure there’s a woohoo spot somewhere here

Morgan: Yikes. You know I’m gay right

Joey: Well yeah but-

Morgan: So keep your pixel parts in your pants and away from me. Unless you’ve suddenly sprouted a vagina, I’m not interested

Morgan turns and walks off.

Joey: I'm not saying I'm a woman but you know Morgan, not all women have vaginas!

He looks over to his housemates who all seem to be having a good time. Figuring they’ll be happy here for a bit he decides to head home and see if Rita is still good for coming over.

Rita is indeed still keen to come over for Joey’s standard collection picture (I have a bad memory so this is just the best way for me to keep track of his count, he's not a complete sleeze, he doesn't score them or any creepy ick). Of course the photo session soon turns into something else as the two take advantage of having more space than the inside of a nightclub bathroom.

When the rest of the household returned from the festival James had finished being critically tired. Milton went straight up to bed while James and Marta chatted as Keira and Alexander finished off their homework. When all was done, everyone of consenting age in the household got lucky that night.

Joey: Thanks for coming so quickly

Tuesday: It’s 5am, you better have a good reason for needing this

(actually Tuesday was the one who contacted Joey requesting a hook up but I changed it around for story purposes)

Joey: My new job starts today and I really don’t want to get in any woohoo entanglements with coworkers. That’s just opening myself up to future harassment lawsuits when I make it big

Tuesday: Okay but I’ve got stuff to do to, so we better play in the shower

Joey: A new location, I’m up for that!

Marta: Really Gertrude? Every morning

Gertrude: *meows* This never gets old

When Marta sits down to have her early breakfast she sees a new face across the table

Marta: Oh hi, I’m Marta

Tuesday: Damn, you’re cute. I’m Tuesday

Marta: Right, Joey’s woohoo buddy. I was thinking it was odd a hook up would stay the night

Tuesday: *laughs* I didn’t, he just needed some unwinding this morning. You know, if you ever need unwinding-

Marta: Thank you but I’m happily taken

Joey: Shower done, teeth brushed, breakfast-

Hamlet: *scoffs*

Joey: Really bro? At least let me get a plate

Tuesday: If you do that, I guarantee it lasts longer

Joey: Are you talking woohoo tips without me

Keira eats her breakfast quietly while Tuesday tells Marta all about various girl on girl woohoo techniques. She really wished she could just disappear from this conversation.

Joey: Wish I could do that

Tuesday: Don’t be ridiculous, you love throwing your pixel parts around

Joey: That’s... not untrue

James: For the love of- Gertrude, did you tip the trash out again? Hamlet you have got to stop eating it

Joey: My first real job, wish me luck dudes

James: Are you wearing a pressed suit

Joey: No because it’s not the 1800s

James: Kids and your “fashion” these days

Joey: Trust me James, if I show up in a suit people wouldn’t believe I want to be a tech bro

Keira has a day without classes, and is all up to date on her homework and exam prep. She heads off to Sulani and spends some time snorkelling among the reefs. She does love how all the fish seem to have their own patterns. She’s thinking marine biology could be a good field to get in to.

After some time she seeks out deeper waters and purchases some dive gear. For now she can afford a rebreather, a dive knife and an underwater camera. Heading below the surface she enjoys seeing bigger creatures, as well as more variety. She manages to capture a photo for her wall. It may be normal quality but she thinks it’s beautiful.

As she swims she thinks. Tuesday was so open and candid about her woohoo life. Marta seemed interested in what she had to say to. Maybe she is a prude if she doesn’t like discussing her woohoo life with anyone but Marta. But does Marta mind that? She knows Marta is naturally curious, so are they properly compatible?

Keira decides to go meet Marta at the end of her shift and suggests they talk.

Marta: Are you all right carino, you look upset

Keira: It’s just Tuesday. She was saying such explicit things and I worry I’m not adventurous enough for you

Marta: Surely you’re interested in how to increase our pleasure

Keira: Well sure but I'd rather have those discussions with just you

Marta: We didn't discuss what you and I do, did we? Our woohoo life is our business carino, I wouldn’t go sharing it like that

Keira: But you talked about the other women you’ve been with. I’m worried I’m not doing enough

Marta: Listen to me carino, and hear me. Te amo, I love you

Keira: Yeah

Marta: That is making the woohoo we share the best woohoo I’ve had. I trust you. Maybe we haven’t launched into the range of positions that exist but every time I’m with you, you leave me satisfied

Keira: Sorry for overreacting

Marta: Remember what I said, communication is important. I’d rather we talk through our worries instead of boxing them up

Keira: Our worries?

Marta: I... I saw him today

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[krewekreep]

Im so sorry I can’t actually cause people are taking this advice 😭 im just gonna have to be an « asshole »

Let’s go in reverse: I agree the trend of mature, 18+, gritty/graphic, ROUGH, « dark » fanfics are a problem! But why? It’s an opportunity for larger conversation about the fact TOO historically « women’s literature » (don’t get annoying about semantics this is how historically women dominated genres are referred as… cause yall sensitive and don’t know shit to actually disagree💕) . HISTORICALLY!!! WOMEN’s LITERATURE IS RAUNCHY, NAUGHTY, HORNY, etc.

If you don’t know, now you do…hey! Women don’t get to enjoy ANYTHING in a public facing forum…so those dark horny thoughts gotta go somewhere…and that’s quite literally aspects of the origins of the « romance » genre in general…

Now back to BLACK PEOPLE. Again, old tumblr hoe—celebrated ten years of my OG blog 2023…I’m 25…I went to an arts school and am published in a Harvard Journal (Transition Magazine #121 & among other things had FICTION published and acknowledged by scholastic in high school…my story is included in the purchasable edition of Best Teen Writing of 2017 Scholastic…)

Im only giving SOME of the resume cause people LOVE to debate and in this instance this is just someone with more awareness and actual training clarifying some inadvertently HARMFUL advice…

BLACK PEOPLE BLUSH! IM A DARKER MEDIUM TONED BLACK WOMAN WITH RED UNDERTONES AND I HAVE BEEN EMBARRASSED IN MY LIFE (like the white girls) and had my blush VISIBLE AND POINTED OUT! That was just a weird and annoying thing to see someone STAND ON? You saying someone lightskin…WHO IS BLACK…can’t blush? Like I know I’m being nitpicking but you can’t give advice if you can’t also take someone pointing out it’s weaknesses…😩🫤 that makes zero sense right?

*The Youthforia foundation example is the ELITE example now to scientifically prove and disagree with folks who say black people don’t have undertones…yes we can blush

Nooooooo nice intentioned people in the replies « flushed » « blushed » « mewled » whatever the fuck like just use the damn word 😭 someone is gonna suddenly STOP and close your fanfic cause damn…the black girl blushed? UNREALISTIC! Like im sorry yall take the internet too serious onfg 😭😭

Respectfully…the portion about hair…is to each they own cause everyone gonna call texturism or some weird shit when no! A lot of black women across the hair curl spectrum can…maneuver their hair however…if you are black and not…projecting your experience onto everyone else…like I went to a black school in a black community…in New Orleans…I’ve seen all kinds of hair and the things you can do…this is with the UTMOST respect to my sisters but like your hair issues are not universal and I can’t wait for black women to stop doing that about our looks, bodies, hair, etc…

FOR NON BLACK WRITERS: Baby if it’s too out of bounds how about you just don’t write black characters? From the girl who has sat in front of white published authors who visited my arts high school with terrible narrative attempts at USURPING black narratives for their own….i know how to challenge actual bad faith writing. Look my loves…if you know someone black ask them to read it—if you don’t know anybody black respectfully besides diversity points and seeming to woke id challenge you to give me a reason you need a black character…heart of hearts it’s gonna be just because…so let’s also too check our need to be « inclusive » just coming off as hand fisted diversity…ANYWAY!!! LMAOOO

For my black writers: When did we all become the same? I’m so confused? Maybe cause I’m very GROWN and act like it I don’t get and am growing tired of the necessity for their to almost be prescriptive RULES on how to BE black and engage with blackness…write my loves. That’s why so many people end up like SpongeBob with a fantastically designed « THE » and nothing the fuck else…you gotta fall to figure out riding a bike right? Just WRITE AND SHARE IT! discord, Twitter but find spaces just for that! Waiting on acknowledgement from tumblr, Twitter, wattpad (I don’t know wtf yall are on now fr anyway) is why yall stay in a insecure headspace too…too hungry for the likes and love but can yall admit that??? just fucking write bro 😭 before you literally continue your unchecked compulsive nature to not be disruptive or a problem…(cause yall tryna make the internet a safe space and it’s the internet like stop and go find community in real life no tea no shade I swear) just write…it’s inconsequential TUMBLR SMUT LIKE STOP THIS ISNT SIGNING THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE WE ARE ALL COLLECTIVELY HORNY, CURIOUS PEOPLE IN LOVE WITH REAL LIFE AND FICTIONAL PEOPLE WE WILL NEVER BE WITH!

IF JUNGKOOK MAKES THE BLACK GIRL FUCKING BLUSH SHE FUCKING BLUSHED! IF NANAMI RUNS HIS FINGERS THROUGH HER HAIR EASILY DAMN MAYBE HER LEAVE IN JUST THAT GOOD!!! IF SHE WANTS TO BE HELD DOWN IN THE DARKNESS UNTIL SHE CANT BREATHE AND BROUGHT BACK TO THE LIGHT BY THE SAME *INSERT* LET HER!! ITS FAN FIC YALL 😭🫡

for fanfic writers and readers

as a black girl who loves a lot of different movies and shows, fanfic allows me to read stories that put me in the middle of my favorite things. however, fanfic often (unintentionally) excludes girls who look like me.

i am so sick and tired of reading a fanfiction and having to rewrite it in my brain because a character description immediately implies that the reader is white. if you don't know what i mean, here are some examples.

"your skin turned pink" or "you blushed": black girls and women with darker skin tones CANNOT blush. our skin does not just turn pink

"pulled your hair into a messy bun": my 4a hair cannot be pulled into a messy bun at random. i may be able to do a ponytail if i have braids in, and i might be able to tie it up if I have an old twist-out, but a "messy bun" is often not possible.

"he ran his hands through your hair": yeah...unless my hair is in a silk press (and an OLD silk press), that's not happening

there are a plethora of other examples that would make this post insanely long, so let me get to the point. there are very easy ways to make fanfic a bit more inclusive; all you have to do is tweak a few character descriptions. OR, put in your pairing or warnings that the reader is implied to be white.

and finally: please, please stop tagging your DARK fanfictions "xblack!reader." i am tired of searching for fluff under the black reader tag and finding non-con, dark themes, etc., ESPECIALLY when the fic ends up being for a white reader💀.

the goal of my page is to create a safe space for black girls who love reading fanfiction. i am only one person, so if you'd like to help, here are some ways to do that!

send me fics (preferably marvel and stranger things to start) that are with a black reader

comment some other things in fanfics that imply that the reader is white or that make the fic a little less accessible

REBLOG FICS BY BLACK WRITERS