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Are true riverdale fans of the opinion it is a very good and nearly flawless show or does being a true riverdale fan mean being able to mock writing choices
it's long-running serial television plotted a season/half at a time so definitely not even "nearly" flawless.
BUT. i'm not doing combat with the writing team. i'm not actively reading against the text the way i have to in order to enjoy something like supernatural or the 90s robin comics or the fucking sopranos, which are patriarchal christiancore copworld rapeworld white supremacist horrorshows that hate their minority audiences, with like 2 good creatives involved and martyring themselves to fight the good fight on sparse rare installments if you try to approach them sincerely.
riverdale writing staff are like a favorite smart problematic tumblr mutual to me. I don't always like what's on their blog or who they're referencing. but we're in the same community and i'm interested and inspired and i trust their agenda overall, even when i see shit i wouldn't have fucking posted. but bc i'm not being condescended to or actively spited i'm not gonna condescend to or spite them, you know?
i expect rvd to age like twin peaks (another very uneven, highly referential serial juggling a couple of intensely cool metanarratives on top of its core story). and twin peaks fandom mocks twin peaks all the time. twin peaks includes some CLUNKY shit. it's kitsch. it's camp. it has a second season that is largely ASS. james is there. and on top of that it also includes some genuinely offputting-to-me stuff that just bothers me to sit through, even though i feel like i understand and respect what they're going for with it. i just don't want to watch someone sweep the fucking bar for minutes and minutes as entertainment. OK!!?
...so yeah. mock riverdale but in the right spirit. is that an answer? do i sound like i'm chugging the flavoraid koolaid fresh-aid? probably.
#i like the way people mock the flop parts of twin peaks and i enjoy it when people mock the flop parts of riverdale in the same tone#but rvd NOT one of those shows where the fandom is the thing that makes it good by appropriating and rearranging it. like some listed above#riverdale isn't dumb. it's not thoughtless. it's a lowbrow postmodern love letter to trash media and it takes a lot of big risky swings.#and its juggling act does NOT always work in practice. i don't always agree with the tradeoffs it takes to balance like.#the mainline text AND the queer subtext AND the fanfictiony iterative media riffs AND the genre meta AND the actual canonical metaplot#but it really does reward curiosity and close-reading. it's like a little puzzle cube you have to turn over a few times sometimes to solve#i feel judgmental about people who hit 'post' on what's obviously like a very surface level reaction without much thought put into it#ohhh the show challenged you? the show folded continuity over on itself and you can't hang anymore? you didn't get what you expected?#and now you're being dismissive instead of sitting with it? ok. dork.#riverdale#(it's not really that serious. but you asked and i'm feeling so so very earnest about Posting today. love you thanks for asking)#(would love to know what parts you most want to mock. i have my own list. eNdGaMe is at the top of it. jughead's mommy issues era too)
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just you sitting on simon's face for the first time! ♡
warnings: oral (f!receiving), dubcon? sorta, smutty obviously... i think that's all.
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You felt like you were in an extremely compromising position, leaky slit positioned just hovering above Simon's chin, refusing to do what he was asking you to. Your thighs burned slightly from holding yourself up, your bare chest rising and falling with heavy breaths and an air of nervousness.
"Lovie, c'mon, you'll be fine. It's not like I haven't eaten you out before." he remarked, hands fondling your hips gently, and tracing down to your thighs every so often.
"Si! Stop being so..!" you couldn't even think properly let alone speak, when he was asking you to ride his face.
"Stop being what? Crude? That's a bit difficult when we're in the middle of having sex, sweetheart." his smirk said everything that you needed to know in that moment. "Why are you being so hesitant? S'alright, baby, I want you to sit on my face like a good girl, yeah?"
You couldn't help but think of negative sides of this request... like what if you were too heavy? Or what if he didn't like it? Simon could practically hear how hard you were thinking about these things. Silly girl, he thought, didn't you know that he would be able to bench you without a falter? It wasn't as if he was weak, no, he was large and could throw you around anytime if he really wanted.
"I'll just squash you, Si" you mumble, hands resting now on his chest as you began to move away from his face.
His hands gripped tighter onto your hips, dragging you back up to his mouth.
"How many times am I gonna have to ask before I have to force you to sit on my face, angel? I've been patient with you, you're pushing it now."
After hearing that, your worries had somehow dissipated into thin air, and it turned out to be an overall win-win situation. You got to have immense pleasure from Simon's experienced ministrations on your now puffy, sensitive clit. And he got to enjoy eating what he always said was 'his favourite little sweet treat'.
Your moans became even softer and more breathy as he devoured your cunt like a starved mad-man, feeling vibrations run through your core as he grunted occasionally when you rutted yourself onto his face harder, in desperation of a release. His tongue fondled your pulsating star, which was swollen now due to his everlasting motions.
You felt a sudden heat emerge and make itself known of in your lower stomach, beginning to spread downwards. He lapped at you faster now, holding your thighs in place as you squirmed on top of him in overstimulation, allowing you to orgasm on his mouth and ride your wave out whilst he kept suckling at your delicate, precious pearl.
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namesake mcmansion
Howdy folks! Today's McMansion is very special because a) we're returning to Maryland after a long time and b) because the street this McMansion is on is the same as my name. (It was not named after me.) Hence, it is my personal McMansion, which I guess is somewhat like when people used to by the name rights to stars even though it was pretty much a scam. (Shout out btw to my patron Andros who submitted this house to be roasted live on the McMansion Hell Patreon Livestream)
As far as namesake McMansions go, this one is pretty good in the sense that it is high up there on the ol' McMansion scale. Built in 2011, this psuedo-Georgian bad boy boasts 6 bedrooms and 9.5 baths, all totaling around 12,000 square feet. It'll run you 2.5 million which, safe to say, is exponentially larger than its namesake's net worth.
Now, 2011 was an anonymous year for home design, lingering in the dead period between the 2008 black hole and 2013 when the market started to actually, finally, steadily recover. As a result a lot of houses from this time basically look like 2000s McMansions but slightly less outrageous in order to quell recession-era shame.
I'm going to be so serious here and say that the crown molding in this room is a crime against architecture, a crime against what humankind is able to accomplish with mass produced millwork, and also a general affront to common sense. I hate it so much that the more I look at it the more angry I become and that's really not healthy for me so, moving on.
Actually, aside from the fake 2010s distressed polyester rug the rest of this room is literally, basically Windows 98 themed.
I feel like the era of massive, hefty sets of coordinated furniture are over. However, we're the one's actually missing out by not wanting this stuff because we will never see furniture made with real wood instead of various shades of MDF or particleboard ever again.
This is a top 10 on the scale of "least logical kitchen I've ever seen." It's as though the designers engineered this kitchen so that whoever's cooking has to take the most steps humanly possible.
Do you ever see a window configuration so obviously made up by window companies in the 1980s that you almost have to hand it to them? You're literally letting all that warmth from the fire just disappear. But whatever I guess it's fine since we basically just LARP fire now.
Feminism win because women's spaces are prioritized in a shared area or feminism loss because this is basically the bathroom vanity version of women be shopping? (It's the latter.)
I couldn't get to all of this house because there were literally over a hundred photos in the listing but there are so many spaces in here that are basically just half-empty voids, and if not that then actually, literally unfinished. It's giving recession. Anyway, now for the best part:
Not only is this the NBA Backrooms but it's also just a nonsensical basketball court. Tile floors? No lines? Just free balling in the void?
Oh, well I bet the rear exterior is totally normal.
Not to be all sincere about it but much like yours truly who has waited until the literal last second to post this McMansion, this house really is the epitome of hubris all around. Except the house's hubris is specific to this moment in time, a time when gas was like $2/gallon. It's climate hubris. It's a testimony to just how much energy the top 1% of income earners make compared to the rest of us. I have a single window unit. This house has four air conditioning condensers. That's before we get to the monoculture, pesticide-dependent lawn or the three car garage or the asphalt driveway or the roof that'll cost almost as much as the house to replace. We really did think it would all be endless. Oops.
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BED CHEM // JJK



♡ extra: manifest that you're oversized
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warnings: smol argument (slight angst), jk and oc ignore each other for a few days,,, smut ! somewhat virgin au... jk guides oc and oc is unsure but curious the entire time !!! very domestic of them :') ,,, jk eats her out, jk lives out a fantasy and face fucks oc, oc tries cowgirl for the first time & jk takes over in the end lol. raw sex, both of them orgasm & get all mushy in the end <3
note: oh my gawd this smut took me so long to write . tmi one of the side effects of my meds is a lower sex drive so i haven't been in the headspace for this ,, i'm so happy i got around to it. obviously it's not perfect or even close to what i envisioned for them ,, but i also think that's what makes them so hehe haha .
enj !
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tuesdays are never good.
jungkook decided this a long time ago. tuesdays are always the busiest—the most inconvenient and the longest. worst of all, with all of tuesday’s chaos—it means no you.
that’s what jungkook hates the most.
days without you.
but today is an anomaly.
a breath above water.
a break.
his lab professor extended their assignment deadline. his afternoon class got canceled. shit, jungkook even hit a new personal record at the gym.
not to mention that the weather isn’t miserable. for once, april isn’t pouring rain. instead, the sky is blue and the sunshines almost as brightly as you. currently, he’s on his way to surprise you with a matcha latte from your favorite cafe. which, was difficult for him to do.
“one iced matcha with oat milk and less ice please.”
god, it sounded so insufferable coming from his mouth… but it’s whatever. he’d do anything for you. you two have been together for almost one year and he’s utterly in love with you… he just hasn’t said it yet.
you talked about it every now and then… how your favourite moments with him are the ones where he initiates seeing you. ever since you verbalized that, he’s been keeping a list of random things he could do in his notes app. though it’s a small act, getting you a surprise matcha is on the top of his list.
your class should be ending right about now.
he timed his matcha gesture perfectly.
and it is, because just as he rounds the corner, he sees you walking out of the building. surrounded by a group of people. jungkook snickers under his breath. of course. you’d never just walk out alone like a normal person. you always have an entire entourage.
as everyone disperses, he reaches for his phone.
nerd [11:45AM]: so popular nerd [11:45AM]: u have time for ur bf or what ? yn [11:47AM]: it’s tuesday :( yn [11:48AM]: tuesday takes my handsome man away </3 nerd [11:48AM]: not today. i fought a few dragons, sailed across the 7 seas and crawled my way to u n shit yn [11:49AM]: HAHAHAA yn [11:49AM]: wtf are u on yn [11:49AM]: i’ll call u tn. focus on ur day. miss u :p nerd [11:48AM]: turn around dummy seen
he watches as you put your phone away and stretch your neck, scanning the area for him.
jungkook’s chest swells. but before your eyes land on him, someone else beats him to you. some guy—who jungkook assumes is a classmate—runs up from behind, surprising you.
you let out a playful scream, throwing your arms up as the guy engulfs you in a hug. and then—fucking then—he lifts you off the ground and twirls you around.
right then and there, jungkook feels his blood pressure skyrocket. irritation creeps up his spine, jealousy curling in his chest like a tightening fist. the guy sets you down, and you scan the area again. this time, your eyes find his. you brighten, beaming at him, and then—you point.
to him.
to jungkook.
your boyfriend.
and the guy follows your gaze, lifting a hand in acknowledgment. jungkook barely raises a hand back.
half-assed.
dismissive.
unimpressed.
then, as if his patience wasn’t already paper-thin, the guy pulls you in for another hug before saying goodbye. jungkook rolls his eyes as you do this. just as he shifts his feet to close the distance, you’re already halfway to him.
you tilt your head, pouting.
��hi baby—oh my god. is that for me?”
his gaze flickers to the iced matcha latte in his hand.
then back to you.
before he can answer, you’re already leaning in, wrapping your lips around the straw and taking a long sip—right from the drink he’s still holding. he watches as your throat bobs, as you hum in satisfaction, as your fingers brush against his wrist.
without a word, he reaches over, slipping the tote bag off your shoulder and swinging it over his own. it’s muscle memory at this point. second nature, the way he carries your things like they’re his.
you tiptoe, pressing a kiss to his cheek. he turns at the last second, catching your lips instead. you giggle, and like always, your fingers intertwine with his, your free hand still gripping the matcha latte.
suddenly and then all at once, jungkook can’t help but notice how pretty you are.
just like that, his mood begins to fade.
“how was class?”
“boring.” you frown. “i hate elective classes. they’re so extra for no reason. aren’t they supposed to be gpa boosters? what the heck are they doing assigning me exams and group projects? it’s painful.”
“it may be painful, but that doesn’t give you the excuse to be attempting to sext me during class.”
you glare at him.
“it’s really annoying that you’re a nerd and actually care about my learning.”
“right,” he huffs. “i’m a shitty boyfriend.”
“you are,” you agree easily.
silence follows.
but it’s not uncomfortable.
after a beat, you exhale. “oh, the guy earlier—he’s my first friend from first year. he just transferred, and his transcript has been all over the place. but he just found out his credits got accepted, so he doesn’t have to retake a class. fuck, i’ve been stressing for him all week.”
jungkook glances at you, voice softer now. “you shouldn’t stress over things that aren’t yours to stress about.”
“but he’s my friend. am i not allowed to care—”
“that’s not what i meant,” he interrupts, shaking his head. “you know that.”
you hold his gaze, the fight dying in your throat. you let it go.
“also��” you hesitate. “he invited me to his party on saturday. it’s a costume party.”
jungkook scoffs, rolling his eyes. “who throws a costume party in the middle of april?”
“the entire class is going.”
“okay,” jungkook says with a plain tone. “so what?”
“what do you mean so what?” you huff, stopping in your tracks to face him. “what’s with your mood?”
jungkook clenches his jaw. he doesn’t know. today was good—until he saw that guy hug you. “i don’t know,” he exhales. “sorry, baby. i didn’t mean to—”
“forgiven.”
he blinks. “that easy?”
“yes, because you’re coming to the party and you’re dressing up.”
he scoffs. “no, i’m not.”
“yes, you are.”
“i don’t do costumes.”
“well, you do now.”
he exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. “babe—”
“don’t babe me.”
“i have a meeting with the dean about the marine conservation club and our potential donners. i’m not going to that stupid party and i was hoping you’d accompany me to my thing.”
you pause.
“you decided that for me?” you ask.
jungkook sighs. “i never said that. i said i was hoping you’d accompany me.”
“but you can decide right off the bat that you aren’t going to my thing because it’s not your crowd and it’s not important to you.”
he stares at you.
you glare at him. “newsflash, jungkook… i don’t give a shit about dolphins, but i do care about you. but there’s no way i’m going to your meeting with the dean to be your arm candy if you’re acting like this over a harmless costume party—”
“that’s hosted by some guy who clearly wants to fuck you.”
his words come out faster than his thoughts to filter them. he knows how you’re going to react. he knows he’s digging himself a grave right now… but a part of him doesn’t care. he’s upset. he should have the right to express his feelings and the reality of the situation.
your mouth falls open.
“what?”
he huffs a humorless laugh. “come on, baby… you really don’t see it?”
“see what?” you furrow your brows.
“he’s into you.”
you stare at him, brows furrowing. “jungkook, he’s my friend.”
“yeah? and how many of your ‘friends’ have tried to get with you? be honest with me… he at least had a thing for you, didn’t he?”
anger rises in your chest. “that’s not fair.”
“what isn’t fair? the truth?”
you gawk at him. “so what, you don’t trust me?”
“of course i trust you.” jungkook exhales sharply, looking away. he’s beyond frustrated at this point… and so are you. “i just don’t trust him.”
“holy shit, jungkook.” you shake your head, throwing your hands up. “it’s just a party. you’re blowing this way out of proportion.”
he doesn’t respond, jaw set, eyes fixed on the pavement.
“it’s stupid,” he breathes. “i’m not going. i don’t want you to go either, if i’m being completely honest.”
your face drops.
you don’t mind the honesty… you hate the audacity.
“you know what?” you walk forward and turn to him. with a final defeated breath, you tell him; “text me when you pick me over your stupid dolphins.”
then, just like that, you turn on your heel and walk away, leaving him standing there, fists clenched at his sides. jungkook watches as you shove the matcha latte into the nearest trash bin and storm off towards the direction of your home.
his feet feel glued to the ground for some reason.
the rational thing to do is run after you, apologize, and make up with you… but instead, he sulks. jungkook turns the other direction, choosing to be a complete idiot.
you don’t text him that night.
you don’t call him the next morning, either.
jungkook doesn’t reach out, but you catch him viewing your stories, and liking your tiktok reposts.
he lingers closely when you hang out with the guys throughout the week. like maybe he’ll say something. like maybe he’ll tap your shoulder and ask if you still want him to come. but he doesn’t.
you bump into him around campus once.
you pass each other—his eyes flick to yours, but you look past him. not out of malice. you just don’t have the energy for his half-hearted apologies or defensive silences. you don’t want him to say sorry because you asked him to. you want him to say sorry because he means it.
when thursday passes with no message, you wonder if he’s really not coming.
you wonder if he’ll just let this linger, like it doesn’t matter.
you go shopping with your friends on friday. pick out a costume that’s just silly enough to make you feel like yourself.
then it’s saturday.
and you still haven’t heard from him.
the party is lame.
you hate to admit it, but maybe jungkook was right. costumes in the middle of spring? it just doesn’t feel right. regardless, you're laughing at a story you’re only half-listening to.
you’re having fun.
you swear.
you’ve been having fun for the past two hours. smiling, mingling, keeping the energy light… but your phone’s screen is a little too smudged from checking it every ten minutes.
no texts.
you open instagram. he watched your story.
you close it again.
you’re mid-sip when someone bumps your side—not too hard, just enough to jostle the drink. you turn instinctively, lips parting to apologize, when you see him.
jungkook.
in his marine conservation blazer, white shirt crisp under the low light. tie loosened, hair pushed back like he’s been running his hand through it all night.
and on his head?
tiger ears.
he doesn’t say anything at first. just stands there beside you like he’s been there the whole time. then he glances down at you, voice low and casual.
“you waiting for your shitty boyfriend to text you?”
you blink at him.
“you’re a tiger.”
he nods. “roar.”
you snort. “do they even roar?”
he rolls his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s trying not to smile. then he shifts, turning to face you properly. his hands find your waist without question, like that’s still his place. like you’re still his.
his voice softens.
“they roar. and they say sorry.”
you look at him.
"sorry," he adds. his brows are furrow just a little, like he means it. like he’s been thinking about it all night. like the headband was his way of saying i miss you in the dumbest way possible.
you reach up, adjust one of the ears so it’s standing upright again.
“well... you look stupid.”
“you like it.”
“unfortunately.”
he presses his forehead to yours, sighs quietly. you glance at the headband again, then back at him. he’s fidgeting with the sleeves of his shirt, refusing to meet your eyes. for once, jungkook looks nervous.
you soften.
“you didn’t have to come. we would've worked it out regardless.”
“i know,” he says quietly. “and i would’ve been here faster but the dolphins…”
“those damn dolphins,” you laugh.
he joins you.
then, a beat.
then he lifts his gaze, eyes meeting yours for the first time in days.
“i wanted to come,” he confesses. “i want to be wherever you are.”
and just like that, the fight breaks into dust.
you step closer, close enough to touch. your hand brushes his. he doesn’t move, but his pinky curls around yours like muscle memory.
you don’t talk about the argument. you don’t ask if he’s sorry. you don’t need to.
you lean in, voice lower now.
“one dance. and then we go.”
he rolls his eyes, but there’s the faintest smile tugging at his lips. “just one?”
“two.”
“three.”
the door clicks shut behind you.
you kick your shoes off with more force than necessary and drop your bag somewhere near the wall. jungkook follows behind, slower, undoing the top button of his shirt as he steps inside.
the silence isn’t uncomfortable. just thick. waiting to be cut. so here you two are—ripping the bandaid off.
you turn to face him.
“you were a dick.”
he nods. “i know.”
“and jealous. for no reason.”
another nod. “i know that, too.”
you cross your arms. “so?”
“so…” he sighs, tugging at the sleeve of his shirt like he needs something to fidget with. “i got in my head. and then i got mad about being in my head. and then i made it your problem. i'm sorry i said all that. but also, i don't think i'm wrong to feel intimidated by him. he's someone from your past.”
you watch him. you don’t say anything.
he finally meets your gaze.
“i trust you,” he says, voice quieter now. “i do. i just… get scared sometimes. that someone else will be better. smarter. funnier. more patient with me when i’m acting like a five-year-old.”
you blink at him. “you’re not five.”
he snorts under his breath.
“you’re like… seven. max.”
he huffs a small laugh, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit.
“i should have considered why it could have made you feel uncomfortable. shit, you gave up tutoring just because for me... although you could have said it in a nicer way, i understand where you were coming from... and not to mention... you’re the smartest person i know,” you say with no hesitation. “i’ve never met a bigger nerd than you. i wouldn't worry about me dumping you for an even bigger nerd. don't think i could handle more nerdology behaviour.”
jungkook cracks a smile.
still, he huffs in frustration and tsks. “i… i just didn’t want to lose you over something dumb. i hate messing things up with you,” he murmurs.
you step toward him, hands slipping under his blazer, palms resting against his chest.
“you aren't messing anything up.”
his hand covers yours. his eyes flick between yours.
“i'm really trying, ___. i swear.”
you nod, smiling sweetly at him. “you did good tonight.”
“the ears?”
“the ears.” you smile. “very charming.”
he leans in slightly, voice lower. “wanna pet me?”
“maybe later.”
jungkook rolls his eyes before dipping his head low. he kisses you for the first time in so long and literally feels his heartache dissolve. you reach over his neck and kiss him with more passion. then, when you pull away, you murmur; “i’m sorry i wasn’t very patient. can you and the dolphins ever forgive me?”
“forgiven.”
kiss.
“that easy?”
kiss.
“you’re too pretty to stay mad at.”
jungkook is laid back against his pillows, hands planted lightly on your thighs like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to grip you tighter yet.
you’re straddling his lap, your fingers curled into the open collar of his shirt, your lips pressed to his like you’re trying to memorize the shape of him again. like you need him to know: i missed you.
his mouth moves under yours—eager, but letting you set the rhythm.
you pull back just a little, your breath shallow. “we were really mad at each other. didn’t even text.”
his eyes open slowly. “yeah,” he murmurs. “i hated it.”
you lean down, kissing the corner of his mouth. “me too.”
before he knows it, your fingers make their way to the buttons of his shirt. you begin to unbutton them, one by one. his breath shakes. this is only the third time you two have ever had sex… the first time you’ve ever initiated it, too. the first few times you two have had sex, it’s always been a little slow and soft. he’s always been sure to make it as easy as possible for you because, in your words, it feels weird.
you like it, of course.
it’s just different. losing your virginity recently to him is a completely new experience. in all honesty, he’s done everything right so far. jungkook is always so gentle and caring. but something about the way you look at him right now tells him that maybe… tonight that isn’t what you want. maybe, you don’t want gentle.
you want him…
hard. messy. hot.
“can you take this off?”
jungkook freezes.
then, his hand slides up your waist, thumb brushing under your shirt. “you’re sure? we don’t have to.”
he wants you to be sure. he wants you to know that sex is always in your control and that you get to have it your way. to finish your way… to start? this is new. it makes him nervous too… but excited more than ever.
your reply is barely a whisper.
“kiss me again.”
and so he does.
slower this time.
deeper.
one hand cups the back of your head, the other squeezing your hip like he’s finally letting himself touch you the way he wants to. the kiss grows hotter, messier—your teeth graze his lip, and he exhales a shaky breath through his nose like he’s barely holding it together.
“fuck,” he whispers. “missed you so much.”
you smile against his mouth. “good.”
jungkook is buried between your legs.
he kisses your thighs slowly, slightly lifting his head up for air. then, he reaches over to your hips and palms them, pressing some pressure. without warning, he dips his head low and begins to eat you out again.
his tongue flickers back and forth, fast and messy. he digs his nose in as he sucks your clit and pulls away. he takes his time, flattening his tongue against your clit. your toes curl, your head throws back, and your stomach tightens as the feeling.
“d-don’t laugh at m-me, okay?” you stutter.
he lifts his head.
“what’s wrong?”
“i… i t-think i might pee,” you pant. “i don’t wanna pee.”
jungkook chuckles, not mocking, just warmly.
“you’re not gonna. promise.”
your eyebrows furrow. “but what if i do? that’s so gross.”
“do you want me to stop?”
you nod.
“sorry.”
jungkook shakes his head and reaches over to kiss your forehead. “don’t apologize. let’s do what you want and what makes you feel good, okay?”
you swallow.
“w-what do you wanna do?” you ask him shyly. jungkook breathes you in, resting hs body on top of yours. like second nature, you wrap your arms around him and hold him close. he trails kisses on your neck as you murmur; “i wanna do something for you too.”
he smiles against your skin.
“we don’t have to do anything,” he tells you honestly. “we can just go to sleep—”
“do you wanna fuck my face?”
his breath hitches.
“uhm…” jungkook shifts and chases your eyes. you stare into his eyes and smile warmly. “w-what?”
you shrug.
“i wanna try it,” you confess. “and you mentioned it once jokingly… why not, right?”
he blinks at you.
before he can register this, you shift and slide lower down the bed. he lifts his body, following your lead and positioning himself. jungkook kneels over you, straddling your chest. his knees are on either side of your body with one hand on the headboard for balance… the other cradles your cheek, thumb swiping your puffy lips.
“if it’s too much—”
“i wanna take it,” you pout. “manifested for you to be oversized. this is me facing my consequence.”
that’s all it takes
as jungkook tilts his head with a playful smirk, he shoves his heavy cock inside your pretty mouth. he shifts his hips forward slowly, sinking himself deeper inside your mouth.
“too deep?” he asks, fingers brushing your hair back.
you shake your head, eyes watery but committed.
shakily, he lets out a deep and wrecked groan. he drags his cock out, bringing the tip to your lips to play with. you swirl your tongue around it, playing with his slit. he inhales sharply before you part your lips for him to thrust himself back in again. jungkook then slides his hand to cup the back of your head, lifting you just a bit for a better angle. the slight move causes you to gag around him.
his stomach sinks.
he pauses instantly.
“you okay?”
you blink twice at him and begin to suck him off. jungkook throws his head back, moving in slow and shallow thrusts. he tests the waters, as the headboard begins to creak.
“god,” he moans. “look at you, baby… taking me so well. i’m so fucking proud of you.”
then, his pace gets a little rougher. his hips roll forward with more intent, but his hand stays gentle on your head. he doesn’t force you to take more. when you moan around him, your nails begin to dig into his thighs.
“shit—baby,” jungkook begins to lose his breath. “say something… gonna cum just like this.”
you pull off for air.
“you can… if you want.”
jungkook hisses. “you can’t say shit like that.”
then, he leans over you, bracing both hands against the headboard now. he cages you in. his abs flex with each thrust, and the view of him above you—eyes wide, flushed chest heaving—is seared into your memory forever.
god, he’s so handsome.
you keep your hands on his thighs, letting him set the pace. he watches you the entire time, making sure you’re doing okay. it backfires, though because all he can notice is how your mouth stretches around him. how your eyebrows furrow and how your eyes flutter shut like you enjoy this.
spoiler: you do enjoy this.
then, he feels his body tighten.
he knows the feeling all too well.
without warning, he pulls himself out and with a groan—drops down to kiss you.
“gonna stop,” he pants. “gotta be inside you when i finish.”
you let out a laugh against his lips. “okay,” you agree. “want you to finish inside me too.”
with that, you feel your legs tremble when he pulls you upright. he kisses you slow and settles back against the pillows. his cock is angry, twitching between his thighs. jungkook pulls you into his lap.
you hesitate a little, as you swing a leg over. your knees rest on either sides of him. his eyes flicker to the way your hands hover above his chest. you look unsure… but also desperate. he can’t fight with that.
“what do you wanna do?” he asks gently, fingers tracing your thighs.
“wanna ride you,” you say shyly. “like cowgirl… b-but—”
“you don’t know how?”
“i’m gonna look stupid.”
he rolls his eyes at you. “not possible.”
jungkook leans in, pressing his lips to your shoulder. “take your time with it. you’re in control. i’ll help you figure it out, okay? do what you want. i’m all yours, baby.”
with that, he lies back as you grab the base of his cock rather awkwardly. you lower yourself down slowly. sinking inch by inch, you gasp.
“sorry—”
“don’t apologize,” he reassures you, as he reaches over and helps you line himself up. “here, like this.”
jungkook holds himself still while you slowly sink down. your hands are planted on his chest, steadying yourself. he groans as he feels your tight pussy clench. his hands grip your hips tightly. you let out a shaky breath in response.
you both pause when once you realize you’ve taken him in fully.
you catch your breath as his hands soothe up and down your sides.
“f-fuck.”
“you okay?”
“yeah,” you nod, taking a deep breath in. “just… big.”
jungkook chuckles, leaning in for a kiss. “your fault.”
you let out a small laugh as he rubs circles on your hips. you adjust, locking eyes with his.
“should i move now?”
he blinks at you. “yeah. try rocking your hips. you don’t have to bounce or anything—just move how you feel.”
you nod and try it.
it’s awkward at first, but his hands guide you. soon enough, you’re rolling your hips against his. the slow grind of your bodies both make you moan. you feel his cock harden inside you, and the sharpness is something you never expected to love so much. it feels so good. jungkook’s head lolls forward, kissing your breasts and then your neck.
he’s breathless.
“that’s it,” he praises. “good girl… you’re so perfect, baby.”
you lean in to kiss him. then, you pick up your pace. you roll your hips forward, grinding and humping him however your body wants to. he’s biting his bottom lip as your movements quicken and you begin to feel tingling in the pit of your stomach. you chase the feeling by riding him harder. soon, you begin to let out breathey moans.
“ohh,” you almost cry. “f-fuck. oh my god…”
“that’s it,” jungkook moans. “shit. just like that.”
you fuck him harder.
jungkook slaps your ass and you let out a whimper. as you two fuck, you begin to feel the pressure of it all weigh in on you. for some reason, as you look at him, you can’t help but pant and want more of this insane feeling.
“look at you,” he hisses. “you’re doing it, baby. fuck. you’re riding me.”
before you know it, you’re whimpering.
your grinding gets lazier but the high is still there. you’re out of breath, sweaty and tired. you’re still moving in his lap, but your thighs are burning. he looks up at you like he’s never seen anything more beautiful.
(he hasn’t)
“you okay?”
you give him a small breathless nod. even before you tell him with words, jungkook pulls himself out and reaches over to you. he checks in you.
“everything okay?”
again, you nod but your rhythm falters. your legs shake a little as you try to lift yourself and sink again. you whimper, frusterated at yourself.
“sorry—”
“hey,” jungkook murmurs, quickly sitting up. he kisses your forehead. “you’re doing so good. nothing to be sorry about.”
“i think my legs are giving out,” you murmur, nuzzling into the side of his neck. “but don’t wanna stop.”
he chuckles, running his hands up and down your back. jungkook kisses your jaw. “lay back for me?”
before you can even answer, he shifts—scooping an arm under your knees and the other behind your back, rolling the both of you with practiced ease until you’re lying against his chest, back to his front.
“this okay?” he asks, lips brushing your ear.
you nod quickly, already breathless as he hooks your thighs over his, keeping you wide open while he stays deep inside you. his arms wrap around your middle, pulling you in tighter, grounding you completely.
he starts to thrust again—slow, deep rolls of his hips that push into you from underneath, the angle making you whimper. your head tilts back onto his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as you melt into him, letting him do the work.
jungkook fucks you like this for a while. you focus on your breathing and the feeling of him inside you. all your thoughts and efforts crumble when he places his hand over your pussy and begins to play with your clit.
“j-jungkook… i can’t—”
“you can.”
“i’m gonna—nghhh…. oh my g-god. jungkook!”
your body starts to tremble, back pressed flush against his chest, every nerve ending alive as he keeps grinding into you from beneath.
his arms stay locked around your waist, one hand splayed over your stomach, holding you still while the other toys with your clit—soft, steady strokes that match the rhythm of his hips.
“fuck—” you gasp. “jungkook—i think—i’m gonna—”
“i know, baby,” he whispers, his voice shaky but so sweet. “you’re close, yeah? it’s okay.”
his mouth is right at your ear, so gentle despite how deep he is inside you.
“breathe through it,” he hisses. “i feel your pussy tightening. you’re gonan cum soon and your instict is to hold your breath—don’t. i want you to breathe through it. want you to feel it all, okay? can you be a good girl and do that for me, baby?”
you whimper.
“uh... mhmmm... shit, shit, shit! nghh… i… i’ll try.”
jungkook fucks himself inside you deeper and harder. you hold your breath as you take him in, and then shut your eyes to exhale.
you breathe through your nose, trying to focus on his request.
and when you do—your body curling forward, a desperate whimper falling from your lips—he wraps you tighter in his arms, guiding you through it with slow, grounding thrusts, his hand not leaving your clit until you're twitching and whining from the overstimulation.
you cream his cock.
“you’re so perfect,” he breathes, kissing the side of your neck. “you did so good for me. so fucking good.”
you’re still catching your breath when he carefully lifts you off, laying you back down on the pillows.
“you okay?” he asks, brushing your hair from your face.
you nod, dazed, your skin flushed and glowing. he kisses your forehead.
“gonna finish, yeah?” he whispers. “just wanna be close.”
and then he’s sliding back in—slow and deep—his body over yours, elbows tucked beside your head as he holds himself up just enough to look at you.
“feels so good,” he moans, dropping a kiss to your cheek. “so warm.”
your hands trail up his back, pulling him in. his movements are less frantic now, more like he’s savoring it—each roll of his hips drawn out, every kiss messy and sweet.
“look at me,” he whispers, foreheads touching. “wanna see you when i cum.”
and when he does—hips stuttering, a low groan leaving his throat—you kiss him through it, soft and open-mouthed, your fingers carding through his hair as he falls apart right there, with you.
his whole body trembles, but he doesn’t move—doesn’t leave. just stays wrapped around you, breathing hard, kissing your lips again and again like he doesn’t want to let you go.
just like that, jungkook cums inside you—filling your pussy up with every ounce of himself.
you’re draped over him like a blanket, one leg tossed over his hips, face tucked into the crook of his neck. the room is quiet, save for the low hum of the fan and the slow, steady rhythm of your breathing as it evens out.
jungkook's fingers trace lazy shapes along your thigh, slow and thoughtless, like he’s just making sure you’re still there. still his. still real.
beside you, hello kitty stares from the edge of the bed. a little crooked. still wearing the ribbon he tied on her hours ago.
“you think she judged us?” you mumble against his collarbone.
his chest shakes with a quiet laugh.
“she was appalled. horrified, even.”
you snort.
“poor girl didn’t sign up for that.”
“we should apologize.” he suggests. “sorry, kitty.”
you giggle agaisnt his chest. then, you lift your face and say; “next time… i think the tiger ears should stay on.”
he stills, then looks down at you slowly—like you just said something criminal.
“what’s with you and props? if it’s not my glasses, it’s the tiger ears. what’s next? blindfolds and whips?”
“i’m dead serious.”
“oh, i know. that’s the scary part.”
you both dissolve into soft laughter, his fingers still moving along your bare skin. at some point, he tugs hello kitty into the covers, nestling her between your bodies like a little buffer. a witness, maybe. or a silent secret keeper.
your eyes flutter closed soon after. sleep is winning.
but jungkook stays awake a little longer. watches you. breathes you in.
and once he’s sure—sure your breathing is slow and even, sure you won’t catch him in the act—he leans down, presses a kiss to the crown of your head, and whispers against your skin like it’s sacred.
“___?” jungkook whispers, voice low and careful, like he’s scared of waking you.
he shifts a little, just enough to see your face in the soft lamplight. your lashes are fanned out across your cheeks, your lips slightly parted, breath slow and steady.
you don’t answer.
he watches you in silence. listens to the hush of the room and the tiny creak of the mattress as he adjusts his arm under your waist. your leg is still hooked over his hip, and your fingers rest gently on his chest—right over the spot where his heart is beating just a little too fast.
maybe you’re asleep. maybe you’re not.
but he takes the chance anyway.
he turns his head, nose brushing the side of yours. and with a kiss so soft it almost doesn’t land, he presses his mouth to your hairline.
“i’m so in love with you,” he breathes. not even a whisper—more like a confession carried on his last exhale. “i love you.”
you don’t move. don’t speak. don’t flinch or blink.
but your fingers twitch. just slightly.
and then they curl in, sinking into the fabric of his shirt. slow and gentle, like your body coudn’t help but respond before your mind caught up. like your heart heard him first.
jungkook’s eyes flutter close.
he doesn’t say anything else. doesn’t push or ask or even hope. he just sinks a little deeper into the sheets, into you, pulling you closer like maybe, if he holds you tight enough, the moment won’t break.
and you—still quiet, still pretending—feel everything.
the weight of his arm around you.
the warmth of his skin against yours. the truth of what he said lingering in the space between your bodies.
you don’t say it back.
not yet.
but you feel it, too. so, in your head you say it back. drifting to sleep, tangled with the love of your life—
i love you too.
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ᨳ♡₊➳ how they react to your simping
ᨳ♡₊➳ feat. gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji
ᨳ♡₊➳ crack, fluff
ᨳ♡₊➳ a/n: request from this ask!
₊⊹. Satoru Gojo
It starts as a bit.
A joke.
A funny little thing you do to pass the time.
"Satoru," you say one day, dropping into the seat across from him, locking eyes with the intensity of a protagonist about to deliver a monologue that changes the trajectory of the plot. "You're the most stunning man I've ever laid eyes on. A masterpiece sculpted by the gods. A celestial being walking among mortals."
Gojo, already grinning, slurps his sugar-laden monstrosity of a drink. "Keep going."
"And your eyes," you continue solemnly. "If I stare too long, I think I might ascend. Transcend, even. Witness the birth of a new universe."
"Mmhm, mhm," Gojo hums, nodding. "I am quite pretty."
You squint. "That was supposed to be my bit."
"Hey, I can't help it if you're spitting facts," he says, flipping an imaginary strand of long hair behind his shoulder.
You let it go. But only because you have a mission.
The mission? Spoiling Gojo so hard he actually malfunctions.
Gojo is used to being worshiped. Adored. Gawked at. What he's not used to is someone actually putting in effort beyond the usual "oh my god satoru, you're sooo hot!" routine.
So later that day when you casually drop a bouquet of fresh flowers onto his desk, he blinks. Once. Twice.
"What's this?" he asks, twirling a rose between his fingers.
"A bouquet, obviously," you say. "They reminded me of you."
He preens. "Because they're beautiful?"
"Because they're high-maintenance and will die if left unattended for too long."
He chokes on his own spit.
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Gojo is not prepared for the sheer level of simping you unleash upon him.
You leave handwritten love notes in his coat pockets.
You text him daily affirmations like "Rise and shine, my shining deity of a man. May your day be filled with adoration befitting a being of your grandeur."
You make a whole PowerPoint presentation titled "Top 10 Reasons Satoru Gojo is the Pinnacle of Human Evolution", complete with graphs, transitions, and a Q&A section at the end.
Gojo is thriving.
Nanami, witnessing this firsthand, is suffering.
"You're just encouraging him," Nanami says one afternoon as Gojo dramatically rereads a love poem you wrote on parchment paper.
"He's thriving under my care," you say, flipping through a list of future compliments to deploy. "It's called nourishment."
"It's called enabling," Nanami corrects, watching Gojo dramatically place a hand over his heart.
"I AM LOVED," Gojo wails, pretending to faint into his chair.
"What you are is insufferable," Nanami mutters, sipping his black coffee like it's the only thing tethering him to sanity.
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You decide to go all in.
You book a fancy restaurant.
You show up with flowers, dressed like you're about to propose.
Gojo, seeing the setup, vibrates with excitement. "Oh my god, am I finally being courted properly?!"
"You deserve nothing less," you say smoothly, pulling out his chair like a true gentleperson.
"You shouldn't have," he fake-swoons, placing a delicate hand on his chest.
"No, you shouldn't have been going on for this long without experiencing the true depths of my affection."
The waiter arrives. You order the most expensive dish for Gojo before he even gets a chance to speak. "He'll have the filet mignon, medium-rare, with truffle butter. And your finest wine."
Gojo grips your hand across the table. "I am beside myself with emotion right now."
"You are a treasure, Satoru," you whisper. "A rare jewel. A divine gift."
Gojo wipes away a single imaginary tear.
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At this point, you've given Gojo too much power.
He now EXPECTS this level of treatment.
"Where's my daily compliment?" he pouts one morning when you forget to text him.
You stare at him. "Satoru. It's 6 AM."
"And yet I am here. Unloved. Unworshipped. Unadored."
"You are a grown man."
"A king should not have to remind his subjects of their duties," he grumbles.
Nanami groans in the background.
You rub your temples. "Satoru."
"Yes, my love?"
"You are—" You take a deep breath. "The sun that lights up my world. The radiant deity upon whom my mortal existence depends."
He beams. "Thank you, beloved."
Nanami leaves the room.
₊⊹. Suguru Geto
You had decided enough was enough. Suguru Geto had been prancing around with his stupidly silky hair, his deep, philosophical musings, and his unfairly attractive smirk for too long. It was time to strike.
And by strike, you meant overwhelm him with unhinged romance until he had no choice but to fall for you.
You found him meditating under a tree, all calm and ethereal, probably contemplating the moral complexities of the Jujutsu world or something equally dramatic. You, however, had more important things to discuss.
Like how down bad you were.
"Geto," you declared, standing before him like a medieval knight about to swear fealty, "I offer you this token of my undying admiration."
Then, with a flourish, you revealed—
Chocolates.
Not just any chocolates. You had gone full simp mode and gotten a heart-shaped box.
Geto looked at it. Then at you. "...Should I be concerned?"
"Only about how much I love you," you replied dramatically, shoving the chocolates into his hands.
There was a pause. A long, heavily judgmental pause.
"Are you trying to court me like some kind of high school rom-com protagonist?"
"YES."
Another pause.
"Is it working?" you asked.
Geto opened the box, picked up a chocolate, and took a bite. He chewed slowly, considering. Then—
"...Maybe."
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Now, Geto was a cool, composed, and deadly sorcerer.
Which meant it was your job to ruin his life with affection.
So, naturally, you initiated the next phase by hugging him out of nowhere.
This man had fought dangerous curses, but nothing—nothing—could prepare him for the sheer force of your affection.
You launched yourself at him like an affectionate gremlin, wrapping your arms around his waist with the force of a hungry raccoon finding a trash can full of McDonald’s fries.
Geto froze.
"...Are you okay?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
"Never," you mumbled into his robe. "But that’s not the point."
"...And the point is?"
"I just think you deserve love and appreciation. And I wanna be the one to give it to you."
Silence.
Then, after a long moment, he sighed, resting a hand on your head.
"...You are ridiculous," he muttered.
"You love it."
"...Perhaps."
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By the end of the week, Geto had officially accepted your nonsense.
You’d catch him hoarding the chocolates like some kind of dragon. You saw him smiling to himself after one of your many, many dramatic compliments.
And when you finally mustered the courage to ask, "So, does this mean we’re dating now?"
Geto, ever the enigma, smirked and patted your head.
"...I suppose I should accept my fate."
₊⊹. Kento Nanami
Nanami is a serious man. A man who, if given the choice, would rather be doing his taxes than engaging in anything even remotely resembling romance. Not because he doesn’t want romance, but because romance requires effort, and effort is, unfortunately, time-consuming.
Which is why you have taken it upon yourself to court this man like a medieval suitor with a crush so strong it could level a small village.
You decide today is the day. The day you finally ask Nanami out. The plan is simple:
1. Find Nanami.
2. Say, "Hey, I like you, wanna go out?"
3. Win.
It’s foolproof. You are a genius.
Nanami, as per usual, is dressed like the world's most exhausted salaryman, sipping a coffee that he is holding like it’s the only thing tethering him to existence.
"Nanami," you say, feeling the confidence of a thousand mediocre fuckboys online.
He looks at you. His gaze is neutral. Calculating. As if he can already sense that whatever is about to come out of your mouth will disrupt the fragile equilibrium of his sanity.
You inhale deeply. Go for it.
"Would you like to engage in a mutually agreed-upon romantic outing with me where I attempt to woo you with my sheer charisma and a potentially expensive dinner?"
Silence.
Nanami blinks. Once. Twice.
Then he takes an excruciatingly slow sip of his coffee, as if using the liquid as a buffer to process the sheer absurdity of your phrasing.
"Are you asking me on a date?"
"That depends," you say, doubling down. "Did it work?"
Nanami stares at you. Then sighs.
"Sure."
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Since you have decided to be the biggest simp for Nanami, you have prepared a gift to give him at the beginning of your date. Something that says I am a responsible adult capable of mature affection while also saying I would die for you, sir.
Which is how you find yourself handing Nanami a loaf of bread from his favorite bakery.
Nanami, a man who has spent years perfecting the art of keeping a neutral expression, visibly falters.
Nanami stares at the bread. Then at you. Then at the bread again, as if he is trying to determine whether or not you are a figment of his own overworked imagination.
Finally, he says, "Thank you."
Which, in Nanami Language, translates roughly to: I have never been more emotionally moved in my life.
You, being the proactive, aggressive simp that you are, have decided to push boundaries. Specifically, physical affection boundaries.
So later on the date, you do the unthinkable. You hold his hand.
Nanami, a grown man who has fought literal curses and experienced horrors beyond human comprehension, immediately short-circuits.
His posture stiffens like he’s just been accused of tax fraud. His grip tightens slightly, as if he’s afraid you might just evaporate if he doesn’t hold on properly.
"This is fine," he says, in the tone of someone who is very much not fine.
You squeeze his hand. "I could kiss you, you know."
Nanami exhales so hard it could power a wind turbine.
"Please do not say such things in public."
"You want me to save it for when we're alone?"
Nanami looks at you like he is considering whether it would be socially acceptable to walk into the ocean and never return.
You grin. You have won.
And Nanami, though he will never admit it, likes losing to you.
₊⊹. Choso Kamo
You had a plan.
A stupid, possibly catastrophic plan.
But you were going to ask Choso out.
The issue? Choso was built different.
Not in the "cool, gym-rat, grinds at 4 AM" way. Not even in the "mysterious loner with a dark past" way. No. Choso was built different in the "has absolutely no understanding of normal social cues" way. He had the emotional intelligence of a Roomba. He walked like an NPC. He stared at inanimate objects like they had personally wronged him.
And, worst of all, he had no idea you were trying to make moves.
You had flirted. You had winked at him. You had complimented his little pigtails. You had even touched his arm, which, in romance language, was basically a marriage proposal.
Nothing.
Choso was simply not getting it.
So now, you were taking a more direct approach. You were going to spoil him until he physically had to acknowledge your affection.
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You waited until Choso was comfortably seated at your usual hangout spot—a little café that had tolerated your nonsense for far too long.
You slammed a neatly wrapped box onto the table with the intensity of someone presenting a sacred artifact to the gods.
Choso blinked. Slowly. Then looked at you.
“...Am I being arrested?”
“What? No!”
He looked down at the box again. Then back at you. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Choso. Open it.”
Choso stared at the box like it might explode. Then, with all the hesitance of a man defusing a bomb, he started unwrapping it.
Inside was a custom hoodie—black with deep purple accents, soft as hell, and embroidered on the sleeve with “Best Big Bro” in delicate script.
Because if there was one thing Choso loved more than you (debatable), it was being a big brother.
Choso stared at it. Completely frozen.
You waited. And waited. And—
“…Do you not like it?” you asked, anxiety creeping in.
Choso lifted his head, and you almost gasped.
He looked emotionally compromised.
Like, full processing error. His eyes had slightly widened, and his mouth opened just a little, like he was trying to form words but had temporarily forgotten how human speech worked.
He lifted the hoodie like it was the most valuable thing he had ever received.
“You got this… for me?”
Your heart lurched. “Yeah, dude. It’s literally yours.”
Choso gently set the hoodie down, stood up, and left the café.
…
HE LEFT THE CAFÉ.
You sat there, dumbfounded, watching the door swing shut behind him. You did not know how to feel.
What the hell just happened?
Did he hate it? Was he rejecting your affection?
But just as you were about to spiral into a crisis, the door slammed open again.
Choso returned, looking like he had gone outside to scream into the sky.
He stopped in front of you, took a deep breath, and said, “I did not know how to process that.”
“…The hoodie?”
Choso nodded, completely serious.
“It was too much.” He exhaled deeply, as if he had just lived through a traumatic event. “I had to step outside. It was the nicest thing anyone has ever given me.”
Before you could even respond, Choso dropped into the chair across from you, locked eyes, and grabbed your hands.
“You are important to me,” he said, voice dead serious. “I don’t know how to handle being… doted on. But I will try.”
“…So you like it?” you managed to choke out.
Choso nodded. Solemn. Deeply sincere.
“I will cherish it forever.”
He paused.
“Do I have to pay you back?”
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Despite the initial trauma, Choso wore that hoodie everywhere.
And you mean everywhere.
Grocery shopping? Hoodie. Training? Hoodie. A formal event? He debated wearing the hoodie.
Every time you saw him in it, your heart grew three sizes.
And the best part? Choso finally got the hint.
Or rather, he returned the favor in his own extremely weird way.
One day, he solemnly presents you with a tiny, perfectly round rock.
“This is for you.”
You stare at it. “…Choso. Is this just... A rock?”
Choso nods, his expression grave and intense. “It reminded me of you.”
You don’t know what that means, but you’re keeping the rock forever.
₊⊹. Toji Fushiguro
So, you’ve decided to ask Toji Fushiguro out. Bold of you. Statistically speaking, your chances of success are equivalent to trying to microwave a Hot Pocket evenly—low but not impossible.
You approach him, full of misplaced confidence, and hit him with:
"Hey, I think you’re hot. Want to go out?"
Toji stares at you. For the first time in his life, he is the one being objectified, and he does not know how to cope.
“...You serious?” he asks, popping a toothpick into his mouth like he’s the protagonist of a Western movie.
You nod, mostly because you’ve already committed and retreating would be embarrassing.
Toji, a man who survives off hitman money and food bribery, strokes his chin as if he’s considering a very important life decision. "Eh. You payin’?"
Ah, yes. Romance.
You, a modern working-class citizen barely scraping by, sigh deeply. “Sure.”
He grins. "Alright, babe. As long as I get fed, I’m yours."
─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──
Most people might play it cool. You, however, are about to hit Toji with full-throttle, maximum-effort simping.
You start hyping him up like a Twitch chat during a speedrun:
"Oh, wow, you lifted that entire sofa by yourself? That’s crazy, I didn’t know Greek gods were still around."
"Bro, your arms? Jail. Straight to jail."
"You look like you commit tax fraud in a really attractive way."
Toji, completely unused to someone simping this hard for him, just stares at you. "The hell is wrong with you?"
But he doesn’t tell you to stop.
No, instead, he starts getting visibly cocky. His smirks get more frequent. He starts cracking his neck more, flexing just because. At one point, he lifts an entire vending machine with one hand just to “see if you’d react.”
(You do. You react violently. Your soul momentarily leaves your body. He finds this hilarious.)
"Man, this is fun," he mutters, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s now just performing feats of strength for your entertainment like a circus strongman.
Eventually you decide it’s time to go full simp mode. You present him with The Ultimate Romantic Gift™—a custom, high-quality, weighted blanket.
Yes. A weighted blanket.
Toji blinks at it. "The hell is this?"
"It’s a weighted blanket. It helps with sleeping. It’s supposed to feel like a hug."
Toji, a man who absolutely does not get enough proper sleep, picks it up and frowns at the heft of it. "Why would I want my blanket to hug me?"
"Because you have unresolved trauma, and I love you."
Toji pauses. Stares at you. Stares at the blanket. Stares back at you. His grip tightens like you just handed him a weapon of mass destruction.
"Holy shit," he mutters under his breath. He looks almost…emotional? No, wait. You think he’s malfunctioning. His brain is short-circuiting from the sheer thought of someone giving him something that doesn’t explode.
Toji does not say thank you (because he’s emotionally repressed), but that night, he's completely KO’d under the blanket, snoring like a bear hibernating for the winter.
He has never slept so well in his life.
The next morning, he casually throws an arm around your shoulder and mutters, "Aight, I’ll keep ya."
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Another dp x dc cause why not. Tim is 19 and Jason is 22, and these murderous middle children are hanging out on patrol when the chaotic little shit that is a 16 y/o Danny Fenton crash lands on their roof. He detransformed while flying due to exhaustion.
Danny: Owwww
Jason: Holy shit, kid, are you alright??
Tim: Where did you fall from?
Danny, testing himself for injuries: Eh, I've had worse. Not even top five on my list of crash landings
Jason: That's not helping your case.
Danny, finally looks at the brothers mid getting up: Holy Shit! You're Red Hood and Red Robin! Man, I know so many people who are going to be soooo jealous.
Tim: Even of the crash landing part?
Danny, beaming: Crash landing is, like, the least embarrassing thing I could have done to meet y'all.
Jason: That sounds like a story.
Tim: Also incredibly unsafe. Are you sure you're okay?
Danny, shrugs: Yeah, I'm good. Just tired, probably gonna take a nap soon. Can you point me to the nearest graveyard?
Jason: Why.. why do you need to go to the nearest graveyard?
Danny: To nap?
Jason: Just- Why are you planning to nap in a graveyard?
Danny, realizing that what he said is not normal: ... because it helps? And I'm less likely to be harassed?
Tim, curiously: How does it help?
Danny: uuuh... don't tell batman?
Jason and Tim share a look and come to a silent agreement.
Tim: Only if you tell us how you ended up in Gotham.
Danny:.... Yeah, okay, fair. I didn't exactly know I was heading here? I was- I just needed to get away as fast and as far as I could. I picked a direction and flew til I obviously couldn't *gestures to the spot he landed*
Jason, concerned: What or who are you running from?
Danny: Eh, my parents? Local government? Both. My less-than-human-ness got exposed, and I wasn't testing out if my parents' obsession with ghosts would win over any parental love they may have felt. I got shot too many times when they didn't know to have faith in that knowing would help my situation.
Danny: Oh! So my parents are walking OSHA violations and I had an accident that should have killed me. I mean, it kind of did. Which is why graveyard naps help, the ambient ectoplasum makes me heal and regain my energy faster! The other ghosts call me a halfa since I'm an awkward middle ground between the living and dead and....um, I definitely have a concussion
Jason, weakly: What makes you say that?
Danny: My friends and sisters say I'm allergic to straight answers and I'm just putting it all out there. Also wavey
Tim, stepping closer: Wavey?
Danny, tracing invisible waves on a building: Wavey. Can we go to a graveyard now?
Jason, picking Danny up: Sure, kid. You said it helps?
Danny, let's it happen: Yeah.. it's not a cure-all, but it helps
Danny, waits til they're on the ground: Once my head clears, I can probably help with the weirdness of your ectoplasum. Nice to know I'm not alone in the "undead" hero gig
Jason, trips a little: You- wha- Kid?
Tim: Interesting. You can tell he died?
Danny: Yeah? I can sense ectoplasum, the dead, and the undead? It comes with the being dead thing
Jason, pressing a button so his bike has a high back that he can tie Danny to: You seem pretty alive to me
Danny: That's sweet, but if my vitals look anything like a normal human's, I'm actively dying. My heart rate and body temperature are closer to a corpse.
Tim, checks both those things and his eyes: okay, that's scary. And you definitely have a concussion. I believe we should take him to see Leslie, just to make sure his concussion isn't too bad.
Jason: He definitely should see the good doctor before we drop him off for a nap in the graveyard
Danny, panicking: No Doctors! No Hospitals!
Tim: She runs a small clinic, actually. We go to her if we get particularly injured.
Jason: Plus, she ain't no snitch
Danny: I don't know...
Tim: What would make you more comfortable with going?
Danny: I.... I don't know. It's been years since I went to a doctor or clinic.
Tim: Would it help if Hood or I stayed with you the whole time?
Danny: Aren't you supposed to be patrolling Gotham?
Jason: we can do that after we get you set up
Tim: I have a safe house he can stay at after he gets his nap
Jason: Sounds like a plan
Danny: Man, this feels like princess treatment
Tim, frowning: It's basic decency
Danny, head tilt: Is it?
Jason: Yes. How old even are you?
Danny: 16, why?
Tim and Jason share disbelieving looks. They would have pegged him at 13, maybe 14 if malnutrition was involved.
Jason: Dude, what have you been eating? I'm pretty sure Red was bigger than you and he's the smallest bird.
Tim: Asshole
Jason: Baby Bat is taller than you currently, and he's 4 years younger than you. Embrace your short king self, Red
Tim, pouting: Not all of us can have their childhood malnutrition and physical traumas erased by evil cool-aid
Jason: I don't know. Ra's likes you enough you could probably ask
Tim, makes a disgusted face: No thanks. Rather stay short than deal with that creep
Danny, mumbling: why does that name sound familiar? Ra's Ra's Ra's Ra's-
Danny, jolts: Al Gul???
Tim, suspicious: know him?
Danny: Yeah! Worst summoning ever!
Jason: You can be summoned?
Danny, embarrassed: Yeahhhhh, I beat the ghost king in single combat and now am technically king? Sort of? More prince, since I'm considered a baby. Who'd want a 2 year old ruling? I have people I trust making decisions on my behalf til I'm an adult by ghost standards
Jason: Kid.. How is your life even weirder than ours?
Danny, shrugs: I was doomed from birth.
Tim: We'll continue this conversation after Leslie checks you out
Danny: That's fair
Danny not only has a concussion, but his leg is broken (he didn't notice) and has some burns (from his escape). He gets his nap at the graveyard, which does speed up his healing, so Tim and Jason ferry him between the save house and the graveyard several times as he heals. Before Danny knows it, he's been adopted by these 2 vigilantes. Danny shows them his Phantom form at the same time Tim and Jason reveal their civilian IDs.
Tim and Jason gaslight the rest of the batfam about Danny always being there for shits and giggles, just take him to a family dinner and act like nothing is happening. Danny, always one for chaos, plays along. Damian is so mad about. Cass and Steph are delighted. Bruce, Dick, and Duke are so confused, but Duke is happy to not be the only Meta now. Alfred and Barbara learned about Danny beforehand because they know all.
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I NEED SPICE TOP FAVES OF YOURS GIMME!
Ask and you shall receive!!!! 🌶️🌶️🌶️ (Below the cut.)
Obviously any of @when-life-gives-you-lemons-if C.C.'s work, Pillow Talk, The Wedding, if you want a VN vibe. Then you have Lemon (Green and Monroe <3), Laws of Passion, Spices of The Heart. (I keep thinking of MC and the Sous Chef making an oyster dish for Valentines Day. iykyk.)
@prettyinkgames College Craze. (very 🌶️) Like so much. (I'm a Gabe/Jace/Jay simp... okay also the professor, the dean...)
@twincovesgame Twin Coves (currently just a demo, but I adore this. definite fav, and I'm ready to devour it upon release.)
@infinitestarsdev It's so good! Mass Effect vibes if you're into it.
@tosahobi-if (Yul has my heart)
@lilac-den The Sole Reminiscence and The Voice Of Silverking (Ally knows I simp.)
@tricitymonsters Tricity Monsters. (i'm weak for mori and his shrimp tattoo. and akello and amir, and rath oh god. and...ok obviously i'm weak for all of them ignore me.) OMFG new Akello chapter excuse me while I go for my man.
@steamberrystudio Gilded Shadows. (This is easily one of my favorite's. It's so well done. Also, keep an eye out on their upcoming VN, When Stars Collide. You can try the demo out on itch.)
@fir-fireweed Viatica! (I love Heron)
@doubledeadstudio Reanimated Heart. (Another fav)
@redspringstudio Touchstarved !!! (I'm feral for this one.)
@gbpatchupdates Our Life (This is my go to when I'm in my feels, Cove is <3)
Tailor Tales (I've followed Celianna since Tailor Tales started out as an rpg xp game, now it's VN, and there are a variety of characters.)
@openlategames Speakeasy (Milo <3)
@merrycrisis-if (Qiu my love my life!)
@bacchanal-if (thomas <3. I clearly have an enemies - to - lovers, friends - to - lovers thing)
@collegetennisoriginstory (sam!!!!!)
In Her Own Hands (itch.io) It is something else. Like this is... graphic okay, if that isn't your cup of tea. Don't touch it. (There is a dilf in it that I just... I mean I play it for him)
I'm typing this up medicated so I know there are some I've forgotten ( and some that are much darker that aren't everyones vibe so I've not listed those. )
#reccs#there are so many and so many i can add#i'm on my 3rd replay of our life#i play a lot of spicy games what can i say#it's research....
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About a trending Discord warning:
TL;DR: Discord is NOT making "Find your friends" enabled by default. You're probably not giving Discord your contact information without your knowledge. Their UI choices just suck.
There's a warning post going around by a person I'm not going to name, as I don't want people to dogpile on them. That is NOT the goal of this post, and if you DO harass anyone because of what I write, then you're a garbage person with garbage habits that needs to throw those habits in the garbage.
Rather, my goal with this post is to educate about a Discord feature that's not being represented properly.
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Supposedly in the new mobile update, Discord added this ""NEW"" feature called "Find your friends", and then they enabled it by default. This feature allows users to use their smartphone contacts to search for their friends on Discord. It also enables others to be able to find you in the exact same way.
Obviously, this would be MASSIVELY dangerous from a privacy perspective.
Imagine if someone had relatives that use Discord. In a scenario like that, those relatives would have an easy way of finding the accounts of family members. And in some home situations, online anonymity from relatives could mean the difference between having an outlet and not having an outlet.
I'm also pretty sure I know some folks with alt accounts (you know who you are). And if Discord was somehow able to cross-reference all your contacts with the Discord accounts you're logged into, that would be DISASTROUSLY EMBARRASSING, to say the least.
So I totally understand how concerning this would be if it turned out to be true.
The thing is, it's not.
The person who made that warning misinterpreted THIS page:
This is the new "Add Friends" page for the Discord mobile app. Obviously, a page to help you add friends. There's a big 'ol window at the bottom showcasing Discord's "Find your friends" feature.
Now, this feature is actually NOT new. It's been around for a long time. But there's a very subtle change that happened with the new update. Take a look at how "Find your friends" used to look:
It starts by giving you a banner at the top of your friends list, telling you that this feature is available. Then when you click on it, it takes you to a page with UI elements that look awfully familiar.
It's pretty clear what happened. In an effort to condense down their friend-finding functions into one menu, Discord took the "Find your friends" setup menu and tossed it in with all the other ways to contact friends.
But by doing this, Discord has made this setup window confusing. It's not immediately obvious if the "Find your friends" feature is ON and running, or OFF and waiting to be activated.
Maybe it would have helped to make the blurple button read something like "Sync contacts" instead of "Find friends". At least then, you could tell at a glance that nothing has been sync'd yet. (Or y'know, maybe just stick to "Grant Permission". That was working just fine before.)
So it seems the OP:
Looked at the "Find your friends" setup menu that Discord hastily slapped into the "Add friends" page
Noticed the checkbox that read "Allow contacts to add me"
Saw that it was already marked
Then assumed that it must be some kind of tucked-away setting that was left ON by default.

To make this abundantly clear, "Find your friends" only works if you opt-in.
That checkmark allows you to tell Discord you are okay with people finding you in this manner. Unchecking it makes it possible to use "Find your friends" without others being able to find you the same way.
It doesn't get set up on your device until you press the big blurple "Find friends" button. Even then, you still have to add your phone number to your account and verify it via a 6-digit code sent via SMS.
After that, you have to give Discord permission to access your contacts via whatever phone OS you use.
You have to be pretty deliberate for any of these functions to start.
I won't say it's impossible to set it up on accident. It's a strange world, and stranger things have happened. If you want to, go check your app permissions to make sure you don't have contact permissions enabled for Discord. It's always good to be sure. But rest easy knowing that you probably don't have to worry about it.
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In my opinion, I think that anyone who reblogged that warning should consider reversing those reblogs.
Honestly, I also think the OP should just delete their post instead of repeatedly adding amended reblogs to it. At the end of the day, the core of that post was misinformation and misguided assumptions. There's no real reason to keep it up.
Besides, I'd rather pin Discord on things they're ACTUALLY guilty of. Like designing a new UI that's widely mocked. And making things 10x more confusing for the end-user.
Here's Discord's official "Find your friends" FAQ page:
https://support.discord.com/hc/en-us/articles/360061878534-Find-Your-Friends-FAQ
I hate to beg, but I'd appreciate if people would reblog this post. I fear that the warning post is gonna steer a LOT of people to believe a lot of things about Discord that are logically and functionally not true.
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Irreversible.
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Pairing: Professor Reed Richards x f!reader Rating: +18, NSFW, MDNI Words count: 430 Summary: You get fucked against the blackboard by your hottest professor. Tags/Warning: implied legal but unspecified age gap, reader is a menace, cheating (Mr Richards is married), POV second person, no use of y/n, unprotected p in v, a dash of oral sex and nipples play, slurs, panties ripping, swearing, a reference to physics. (Look, I had terrible grades in physics in high school, I tried lol), it obviously has no connection to the plot of the film, in this one Reed Richards is a professor with a chair at Harvard and chalk is definitely more “poetic” than markers. I’m not a Marvel fan, I’m just trying to have some pwp, please don't come @ me 💀 A/N: We've all seen the pics and teasers and gifs, right? This is totally self indulgent, I wrote it because I couldn't get the image of him writing on the board out of my head. No proofreading, no beta, English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. Thanks to anyone who will read this!
Masterlist
You loved the way you broke him. Lured him into your web to do exactly what you wanted.
You loved it.
The way he yanked at your bra, exposing your boobs, the way his hands were still chalky and leaving white marks all over you, his scruffy beard pinching your skin, his voice vibrating over your tits as he swirled his tongue over your nipples.
“You wanted this huh?” “Yes.” you cried.
You wanted exactly that when you pretended you didn't understand anything about physics.
Your skirt rolled up over your hips, his face between your thighs, his tongue lapping incessantly between your folds, up to your clit.
He stood up, his forearms muscularly sticking out of the rolled-up sleeves, wrapping around your waist, pushing you against the blackboard.
He stopped to undo his pants and kick them off.
Back on you, he squeezed your ass, coming down on your thigh, pulling up your leg to get a better grip.
"You know I'm married" "Yes" you whined, looking at him honeyed. "And you still flirted like a bitch in heat" he angrily muttered.
Of course you did. You did it every day since you started his class, battling your eyelashes, biting your lower lip, asking for tutoring about everything like you were admitted at Harvard by a fortuitous twist of fate, wearing the sluttiest tops and skirts you owned, marveling at the grey in his hair, telling him it suited him so well, while he tried to explain physics to you maintaining a professional tone.
"You couldn't wait to drag me into this mess, could you?" he snarled on your neck, sucking on your pulse point.
He clutched your panties in his fist and teared them like paper tissues.
"I want you so bad" you purred, burying your fingers in his curls at the base of his neck, encircling his waist with your leg, rocking your naked pussy against his still-clothed cock.
"Fuck me, Mr Richards"
He pulled down his boxers just enough to free his cock, and entered you with one thrust.
"Fuck" he cursed "you're soaked, you hungry slut."
You didn't respond; your pussy clutched tightly on his cock, you moaned as he began to thrust deeper and deeper into you, in a frantic rhythm, making your whole body and the blackboard just on the wall behind you vibrate. Small drops of sweat beaded his forehead, his hair now completely disheveled under the work of your hands, the fabric of his pristine white shirt crumpled as it repeatedly banged against your hard nipples.
You came right there, whimpering and quivering in an empty university classroom where every day he lectured you.
Your lust for him was irreversible, as in the second law of thermodynamics that you had pretended not to understand that day.
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“set me up with rin”
you slammed your hands against the hard wood table. scaring the shit out of shidou and aiku
“jesus fuck!” shidou puts a hand on his chest
“feisty. i like it!” aiku reacts, doing a little finger gun
“you didn’t say the magic word” sae murmurs, completely unbothered by your whole ruckus. you could say he’s used to it at this point
your eyes widened hearing sae’s response. did he finally agree to help you out?
“pretty please” you bat your eyelashes at your best friend, who wasn’t even looking at you by the way. he was currently reading something off what seems to be the latest edition of a sports magazine
sae silently flips the magazine onto the next page before looking at you dead in the eye. you watch his mouth open, ready to hear a certain sentence you’ve been wanting to hear for the past few weeks
“no.” he says flatly before turning his attention back to the magazine
both shidou and aiku break into boisterous laughter. only to be silenced by the librarian
“shh!” the librarian shushes. “one more ruckus from your table and i’m kicking the four of you out!” she whisper-yells, typing away on her computer
you dramatically slide into the seat next to sae, leaning on his shoulder as you reach over to tug his hand
“sae c’mon! you know i like him! so do me a favor as your favorite friend and set me up with your cute little brother” you cried out, tugging on his hand again and again
sae clicks his tongue in annoyance and snatches his hand back
“that’s exactly why i won’t set you up with him” sae grimaces
“and that is?!”
“that you like my little brother” sae says casually. closing the damned magazine and tossing it to shidou who was busy laughing at something on his phone with aiku
“that’s barely a reason” you point out, “would it kill you to help your friend that's desperate for a lover?" you add, dramatically falling limp onto his lap
sae pinches the bridge of his nose in sheer annoyance. he's heard of this dramatic monologue of yours for a hot minute. ever since he introduced you to his brother, you have not shut up about him since.
it was a mistake on sae's end. he shouldn't have brought you, along with shidou and aiku along for dinner back at his place but it was his mom who pestered him into bringing you guys over for dinner as his mother wanted to meet who sae's friends at college were
"i didn't know y/n-chan was into younger men" shidou quips, poking your nose as you glared daggers at his face
"rin is just like a year younger than sae, let alone me" you retort
"point still stands, y/n-chan" aiku chimes in a sing-song voice, "why do you like him anyway and not the hotter, better and wiser older brother here?" he continues
you dreamily sigh, still on sae's lap as you think about rin
"well first of all, he's a cutie. second, he gives me tsundere vibes but then again, his brother right here is the same kind so i'm pretty sure it runs in the family and... i guess that's about it" you list off the nice things you can say about rin from the top of your head, "no offense sae, i think you're hot and all but just not my type" you poke your tongue at your best friend who only flicks your forehead in retaliation
"that's it?" shidou asks, feeling a little anti climactic about the whole thing. to him it sounded like you had a good reasons on why you were crushing hard on the other itoshi
"oh! and the fact that he's 6'1" you clasp your hands together, "and also that he's trying so hard to be the star player at our local college team and i find it really cute" you gush
"he obviously doesn't have a choice but to try and beat his hotter and better older brother. right, rin?" sae nudges someone beside him.
wait a second, did he just call out to rin?
you quickly scramble off sae's lap, bumping your head against the table in the process
both aiku and shidou let out an "oof, that's gotta hurt" making you more embarrassed than you already are. you glared at them for a brief second before turning your head to the side to see rin looking all confused and to be honest, a little weirded out
"hey rin. what brings you here?" you sweetly wave at the younger itoshi in front of you.
from the corner of your eye, you can see sae rolling his eyes and mumbling "dumbass" under his breath. before you can smack sae, rin speaks up
"my brother" rin nods his head towards sae who only gives him a look of annoyance before motioning him to spit out whatever he came for
"coach says there's been a change of plans regarding the away games and wants to have a team meeting later at the field" rin reports all stoic
sae huffs, "you couldn't just texted me this information or?"
"you blocked my number, remember?" rin rolls his eyes, gripping on his sling bag.
you let out a little gasp and smacked sae on his shoulder upon hearing the news that your best friend has blocked his little brother's number.
"sae! why would you block your brother?!" you nag, wagging your finger in front of sae's face. sae swats your hand away before he attempts to grab rin for pushing him under the bus like that when you're around
"anyway, that's all. also, mom wants you home for dinner. bye guys, bye y/n" rin shyly waves at you before he trudges away out of the library, away from his brother's impending wrath
as rin disappears from sight, suddenly an idea pops into your mind. it's just a simple favor. the next time you see him, you'll ask rin for his help, and maybe, just maybe, it will lead to something more.
"that little runt.. he's gonna get it from me" sae hisses, pulling out his phone to probably unblock rin now that you know that he got his brother blocked. sae looks over at your face in case you were about to yell his ear off but instead he was greeted with a little smile on your face
oh no. he knows that devious smile of yours
"my dearest beloved sae.. put in a good word for me to rin, would ya?" you wink
#a little bff!sae and u crushing on his brother type shit#rin imagines#rin scenarios#rin x reader#blue lock imagines#blue lock x reader#blue lock scenarios#rin itoshi x reader#rin itoshi imagines#rin itoshi scenarios#bllk imagines#bllk x reader#bllk scenarios#by ads ⭑.ᐟ
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You said you love a good fashion doc- do you have any more to recommend?
Designers and tastemakers
Very Ralph (2019). The preeminent American designer of our time, one of the very few who can stand toe to toe with the titans of Paris and Milan. To call Ralph Lauren's work "sportswear" is to call the Sistine Chapel "kind of a big painting".
Halston (2019). Speaking of going head to head with Paris, Halston did it first. Skip Ultrasuede-- this is a much better doc about the king of American 70s disco glam.
McQueen (2018). When people talk about fashion as an art form, chances are they're thinking of Alexander McQueen. Worth watching for the pulse-pounding runway shows alone.
Westwood: Punk, Icon, Activist (2018). Obviously you already know about this one, but it's gotta go on any comprehensive list. Without Vivienne Westwood, punk would have been nothing but a handful of noisy assholes.
Diana Vreeland: The Eye Has to Travel (2011). My icon, my north star, my personal hero. The empress of taste and high priestess of personal style. Watch this doc whenever you need encouragement to do and wear whatever the hell you want.
The Gospel According to André (2017). Diana Vreeland's protegé and a godfather of style in his own right. If it happened in fashion in the last fifty years, André Leon Talley was there for it.
Lagerfeld Confidential (2007). I have a high tolerance for difficult and unpleasant people as long as I like their work. Your mileage may vary, but Karl Lagerfeld's immaculate, relentless taste cannot be denied.
Institutions and events
The First Monday in May (2016). Witness all the hustle, bustle, savvy, and stress that goes into planning the Met gala!
The September Issue (2009). Same as the above, but for the famous September issue of Vogue. Watch this to learn who Grace Coddington is.
Dior and I (2014). How do haute couture collections get made? In 8 weeks from start to finish, I guess, if you're Raf Simons during his first season at the House of Dior. A documentary and a thriller.
Scatter My Ashes at Bergdorf's (2013). No matter what other retailers might want you to think, Bergdorf Goodman is the last great department store. A portrait, already halfway to a time capsule, of what luxury shopping used to be.
Peripheral, but may be of interest
Nose (2021). The passionate, delicate art of perfume creation for the House of Dior. The French landscapes where they source their materials will make you swoon.
Larger Than Life: The Kevyn Aucoin Story (2017). As the makeup artist to pretty much every single icon of the 80s and 90s, Kevyn Aucoin invented the image of that era as much as any designer.
Fabergé: A Life of Its Own (2014). Come for the dazzling jewels and sumptuous objets d'art; stay to find out how this illustrious name ended up on hair care products in the 70s.
Crazy About Tiffany's (2016). Another luxury jeweler whose name alone is the stuff dreams are made on.
Bill Cunningham New York (2010). The original street style photographer, since before "street style" was even a thing. A love letter to curiosity, and a testament to the power of taking an interest in the world around us.
Still on my watchlist
Salvatore: Shoemaker of Dreams (2020). Directed by Luca Guadagnino, which is enough to put this Ferragamo doc at the top of my list.
Advanced Style (2014). Portraits of seven women aged 62-95 with truly fab personal style. Top Letterboxd review is seething about how out of touch they are with the real world, which means I am probably gonna love it.
Suited (2016). A study of gender through clothing in modern culture.
Dries (2017). A year-- and four collections-- in the life of Dries Van Noten, who, interestingly, doesn't see the point of clothes that people can't buy to wear, and so does not do couture.
Yellow is Forbidden (2018). This doc about Guo Pei appears to use her career as a framework to understand the gatekeeping of global culture by the West. Dope as hell, if it can pull it off.
American Style (2019). The political, social, and economic history of America through its fashion. Another one that could be really awesome if done with insight and panache.
Quant (2021). She may share the credit for inventing the miniskirt with two other people, but it cannot be argued that Mary Quant invented 1960s Swinging London. And for that we say thank you Dame Mary.
#fashion#documentaries#film#this made me realize how broad of a category i consider fashion to be#joan didion? art forgery? the history of scotch? this too is style#nearly tossed a studio 54 doc on this list before remembering that it wasn't all that good#forthegothicheroine#questions queries quandaries
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my friends got me a RECORD PLAYER for my birthday and of course i am out of my gourd about it, but now i have to get records to play on it and i'm overwhelmed by options! obviously i went straight to the tiny record store near us and bought the first nina simone album i could find ("the amazing nina simone," they didn't have "wild is the wind" or "i put a spell on you" but beggars can't be choosers and nina is nina). however. records are $$ and our apartment is small so i have to be choosy about who else i can buy to go with her. and the thing is that a record player requires a whole ritual, it's not just putting the current song you're obsessed with on repeat, you have to:
decide on your album and retrieve it from the pile (once you have a pile),
remove the LP, which has a certain gratifying heft; you might give it a half-spin in your hands, like you are leading the album out on the dance floor,
rest it on the turntable,
unlatch the needle arm,
carefully move the arm over to the correct groove,
hit the little lever that lowers the needle, which always stresses me out because what if i miscalculated or didn't calibrate the counterweight correctly and it scratches too hard?
all this process means when i put an album on the record player i am physically engaged with it in a way that is very specific, and not every album will do, even the ones i love!
anyway so i am making a little list and telling myself i can buy two records a month. there are go-to classics on there (davis/coltrane, ella, billie, oscar peterson, fleetwood mac, paul simon, nick drake), and there are records i listened to on my parents' turntable when i was a kid that i find perfect start to finish AND suited to the format simply because of those sense memories (bonnie raitt nick of time, talking heads speaking in tongues, beatles rubber soul, rufus & chakha khan RAGS TO RUFUS which ok i admit i already bought on ebay it was $10 leave me alone), and there are newer favs that i think will suit (hozier, kendrick, doechii, the 1975 [SORRYYY not sorry][bangers]). anyway do any of you guys have a record player or experience with a record player and if so do you have a top five? again can't emphasize this enough this is not top five ALBUMS this is top five ALBUMS TO PLAY ON A RECORD PLAYER which is different in the year of our lord 2025, as i am sure you understand.
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hii idk if this wld be too vague but could u do househusband curly hcs? sfw or nsfw is ok🙂
Omg guys more husband curly x reader I REPEAT MORE HUSBAND CURLY X READER!!!!! You guys absolutely DEVOURED my other husband curly hcs so uh.. here's more. Because I seek validation or whatever
Tw/cw; submissive Curly, EXTREMELY submissive Curly, dominant reader, Afab!reader, Curly being a very good boy
Not proofread
Sfw
Honestly, Curly would be the best househusband ever. He literally has all of the traits that a housewife would have, but it's 10x better because it's Curly.
Tired after a long day of work? He made you your favorite meal, PLUS dessert. Your body is hurting after work? Curly may or may not be the best at massages..
I feel like he'd spend hours in the kitchen each day making sure every part of your dinner is PERFECT for when you get home. The flavor, texture, presentation, everything is to your liking, and it's all thanks to him.
Curly and Anya have a group chat where they just send each other Pinterest recipes and I won't elaborate on that
On the same note, the house is constantly clean. I think Curly would be a neat freak, so either way it would be clean, but he takes it to an entity new level. He's home all day, so every single surface is getting cleaned. Every. Single. One.
He can't have the house that his beloved wife so graciously provides him with be dirty, so he HAS to clean it. He HAS to make you know he appreciates you, and one of the ways he does that is by keeping everything clean. Every floor is getting mopped, every counter is getting wiped down, all of the shelves are getting dusted, everything that could be cleaned, will be cleaned. Daily.
Okay enough of the cleaning, I think Curly would wake up extra early every day so he could make you breakfast. Pancakes, waffles, eggs, oatmeal, anything you wanted that day, he'd make it. He'd go to the grocery store at 5 in the morning to get something for your breakfast if he needed to. This man is DEDICATED to serving you, and he isnt ashamed to admit it.
Nsfw
Might be a hot take but idc these are MY hcs, househusband Curly would be MUCH more submissive than normal Curly.
Normal Curly is.. just that, normal. He isn't particularly dominant, but he takes on the role of a dominant partner in bed. He likes having a sense of power over you while still letting you know through each step how much he cares about you. Your safety and comfort come before anything else to him, no matter how far gone in pleasure he is.
Househusband Curly is the opposite of dominant. Literally. Every other trait I went over he still has, except the dominant parts. You provide him with everything he's ever wanted, he is completely at your disposal, and he loves it.
This man literally wants you to use him. It doesn't matter what you do, if you're in the mood, he's in the mood. Push him to his limits, take out your frustration on him(sexually and consensually, don't hit him please), use him like a fucking toy, he doesn't care. To him, his only purpose is to please you, and he's dedicated to it.
Now, obviously this means you're going to be topping most of the time. It's what he prefers. But occasionally, he'll want to top. But it's the exact same as you topping, just in a different position.
A harsh grip on your hips, heavy breathing, loud whimper and moaning, shallow thrusts and a hard climax.. everything is the same, the only difference is you're underneath him this time.
Even still, the pleasure he gets from watching you ride him will never be topped. Literally. He just can't get enough of the view.. your face contorting in pleasure, your breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust, watching his cock go in and out of your pretty little pussy.. it's everything to him. And so, so much more.
A/N; I'm starting to think I should make a master list for all of my curly fics ngl
#mouthwashing smut#curly mouthwashing#mouthwashing curly#mouthwashing x reader#mouthwashing#captain curly x reader#curly x reader smut#curly x reader#captain curly
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boyfriend!eddie and reader having soft sex in the back of his van literally has me on the flooorrr
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ mdni, p in v, creampie, soft sex, praise
Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3
Most nights after being out with Eddie you'd find yourself in the back of his van, you two would sit and talk for hours or make out which obviously lead to more. It always lead to more. You couldn't keep your hands off of him and he definitely didn't mind that at all, the feel of your body against his was enough to make his heart explode.
Right now you two were stripped naked, you laid out on the three person bench, you could feel the leather sticking to your skin as a thin layer of perspiration coated your back. The air was thick and warm from heavy breathing as the passion between you grew. Eddie hovering on top of you holding up one of your legs as he gives you deep and sensual strokes.
You could feel every inch of his love and affection for you as his cock moved in and out of your pussy, he loved fucking you senseless but tonight he wanted to make love.
"You're so beautiful, baby" he says through a shaky breath, his forehead was covered in sweat and his face was bright red but he didn't care about any of that, he was only worried about you.
You let out soft moans of pleasure as his dick stroked your G spot, you gripped onto the back of the seat tightly as the pleasure became too intense. Eddie felt your muscles starting to contract around him signaling your imminent orgasm, he brings his thumb down on your clit and starts to rub it gently.
"Cum for me sweetheart, I'll be right here to catch you." His voice was gentle and soft, you had never heard him speak like that in the almost nine months you had been dating. It made your heart swell by how caring he was to you, this was your first relationship where you felt like you didn't have to ask for love, he just gave it to you.
"Oh Eddie, I'm about to-" before you could finish your sentence your body had reached its peak, your head fell back and your lower half twitched as you came on his cock. He didn't stop rubbing your clit until he felt you had enough, his big goofy smile came into view as you opened your eyes again.
"Such a good girl," he chuckles softly, he slowed down his pace slightly but he wasn't done with you yet. "You look like a goddess when you cum." He leans down and starts kissing down your neck, his warm breath fanning over your skin makes you shiver with excitement. He continues to pump into you as he gently nibbles the tender flesh of your skin, not hard enough to hurt but just the right amount of pressure to make your head spin.
He whispers sweet nothings in your ear to distract you from the sensitivity of your pussy, he knows you can take it but he wants to give you encouragement to push through. "I love you so damn much" he whispers against your ear, "one day I'm gonna make you my bride" he promises you, that right there was almost enough to make you cum again.
A few more pumps later Eddie exploded inside you, he moaned out your name as he filled you up with his seed. He panted hard as he gently laid himself on top of you, care not to crush you with his weight, he brushed his lips against yours before giving you a soft passionate kiss.
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um so i’ve read iwkpa like 4 separate times do u have any recs so i don’t lose my mind while waiting for u to drop smth else
ohhhhhh yes lemme put a quck list tg off the top of my head!! i am prob forgetting some but i'll come back and add to this later. going to #complain for a sec but reading fics on tumblr makes them really hard to keep track of (if only there was a website specifically designed to tag and bookmark fics!!! 😶) so i knowww there's ones i'm missing but i did my best:
for completed fics & oneshots! literally everything by all of these authors:
@loeysoi especiallyyy thinking of you (i reread it too often ngl) oh wait and imma link who's calling that shit bc its perfect and lyra won't put in on her master list even though she absolutely should <3
@luvergirl-535 like seriously. all of it. but my favorites are that's so true and don't need to breathe
@hcneymooners every time i read something of hers i have to take a second to absorb all of her words because every single one is chosen so carefully and beautifully (her wnba!pazzi is my favorite)
@azzibuckets i don't even know what to link because all of it is perfect but i most recently read this and it was a delight, obviously
@imaginespazzi ugh, again, all of it, but in between shades of blue is my absolute favorite. love besties who engage in psychological warfare bc they're in love <3 also golden hour bc of course.
@basketball-lesbians literally the smut goat. ummm just read stiff and ease. thank me later
@pbaz7 duhhhh! really loved heat check and drunk confession
okay and then i don't often read wips but here are the one's i've broken that rule for:
@loeysoi's weren't we the salt in the sea? (lyra if you're reading this i will pay you to update it) @luvergirl-535's something like love (it's on hiatus but it's so good im linking it anyways) @pbaz7's soft spot @wbbfannnnnn13's motion sick @azzibuckets's worth the wait @bucketsorbueckers's trouble (just started but i am enjoying so far!)
ok that's all i can think of off the top of my head but i'm sureeeee i'm missing some so i will add to this!
#ella has asks?#my recs!#making this took me an hour#but it was spectacular procrastination lmao#pazzi fics#idk man if anyone wants to send me recs to read/put on here#feel free
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"The gorgeous female ghost with a poisonous heart" by @artingstarvist, an illustration for @naamah-beherit 's fic "you promise me heaven, then put me through hell"
For the last year I have been working on a complication bookbind of any and all fem!Hua Cheng, fem!Xie Lian, and hualesbian fics I can get permission for. This fic was obviously going to be a part of it and when @artingstarvist opened commissions, I knew I needed an illustration to add to the bind. The bind is still a WIP, but I hope to have updates in the near future!
Anyway - LOOK AT THIS ART!!! I have been enamored with Missy's style since coming across it in her fic Never Forget, Never Forgive (if you're looking for a rec - it is at the top of my list. A phenomenal coffin rescue fic with a sequel currently posting weekly!) She did an amazing job researching for the design; I keep finding more details each time I look at it. From the way she reincorperated bells into Hua Cheng's skirts, to the Miao inspired jewelry and the butterfly motifs - it is perfect!
#TGCF#heaven official's blessing#HOB#tian guan ci fu#Hua Cheng#fem!Hua Cheng#female hua cheng#fanart#tgcf fanart#tgcf fanfiction#fic art
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