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[sloasis]

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[shiongenkai]

JINYURI NOOOOWWWWWWW

The speed at which you sent this still kills me to think about. Lovingly.

I realise now through the process of writing these that I don't know what analysis means and I think half the shit I say is just in my mind. And so oops. Oops. But, uhhh. C'est la vie?

Anyway. Read more because I have Problems

Do you ever think about how. Jin has a vice captain that transferred into his dorm. Who relies on mysterious pills that were only gained because of Jin (though unknowingly). Who has a duality theme going and a mirror theme. Who's considered Jin's right-hand man and wears a type of glasses (monocle represent). And then think about how Yuri is a captain who transferred with a vice who was in the dorm (presumably, maybe he transferred too idk). Who relies on mysterious medicine that can only be administered by Yuri. Who has a duality theme going and is a mirror to Yuri. Who's considered Yuri's right-hand man and wears glasses. Do you think about that. I do.

Holy shit Jin and Yuri make me crazy. Because it's like. THEY STILL CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER. WHICH IS BY FAR THE WORST PART. Like if they were just 'Ugh I hate that guy for real' and that was IT? That's fine. That's within expectations. But they don't. They care. A lot. Deeply.

Yuri hearing the broadcast news and immediately reacting with skepticism about it. Doubting the studies saying it's connected to genetics, defending Jin. Jin playing the song Yuri likes and being surprised when the MC knows what it is. Jin's tea blend, Yuri's tea blend, their attitudes, their words. Both of them hurt by the betrayal and both of them hurt by themselves. It's so clear to me that they both blame each other, but also themselves, and it leads to them both withdrawing into themselves. Jin separates himself and refuses to go out and do things, but still does do a lot of things successfully when he needs to, versus Yuri who separates himself and refuses to stop experiments or sleep until he has results, but still fails often when he needs to succeed... Holy shit dude, they're the same guy in different directions.

Which is probably why the 'betrayal' hurt so bad. Which is why the thing with Tohma hurts Jin too, why the pills hurt him, why the whole thing is just Ass for him. Because if Yuri, who he trusted, who was so close to him that he trusted him more than anyone, could betray him, why couldn't Tohma? Except he had Trusted again. Had. Until now, another betrayal, another Proof to Jin that he has Always been in the dark, a pawn, as he calls himself.

And Yuri... Yuri who needs to be Needed. Who knows that Jiro needs him but also knows, truly, that if Jiro didn't need him, then... There's nothing tying him there. Yuri who tries to fit into this new niche he's making for himself, who's trying to prove that he's the best that he doesn't need anyone. Jin doesn't want anyone, fine, but Yuri doesn't need anyone. Even if he wants them. Really wants them.

It's just. They're both narcissistic and pushy and such a pain in the ass and they're so incredibly. Different. And yet so similar that it's no wonder their relationship exploded. How could it not? Yuri isn't a king, but he's certainly no subject, and Jin probably couldn't handle that damn attitude for long anyway, and it was inevitable that it ended, but knowing that doesn't fix anything.

You know what I find fascinating about the two of them? Jin's a rich ass bitch with mental problems whose stigma allows him to get anyone to listen to him, who can't do it unless the MC boosts him, because of a lack of confidence. Yuri is a broke ass bitch with a leadership issue wherein nobody will listen to him unless he bribes them or some shit, whose stigma is to stimulate his braincells and give a mental boost, who never struggles to use it because he's always so confident in himself. And yet, none of this is important. Because so much of their relationship is just Dead. Who cares if they're foils? Who cares how similar they are? They've both moved on, both convinced themselves this is for the best. That this is... inevitable.

(gripping you so tight i die)

Jin being mad at the gossip, 'his friend disgraced himself', not because he's mad at Yuri, though he is. The Frostheim students talking about Yuri and thanking him for leaving, insulting him, saying he blames everyone but himself for his problems, Yuri saying it's a black hole of intelligence but not. Jin. Jin betrayed him, he betrayed Jin. Can't it be both? And even now, even still, Jin protects him. Even now, Jin can't let go. But neither can Yuri. Because hating someone is so much easier than admitting you still like them. because insulting them and their house and their stupid hospital and refusing to go near them ever is easier than seeing them and remembering it all. It's just what Jin is doing.

Smoking, sleeping all day, never seeing another person except for the one he finds so different from You. Staying up all night, multiple nights, testing strange drugs, seeing everybody except for people that remind him of You. Their lives are void of the other and yet so goddamn full of them it's a miracle, a miracle that it took this long for the confirmation. Hell, even Hyde comments on it earlier. Jin and Yuri are perhaps the most inevitable goddamn reveal in the entire game, and that's saying something. And you know what? I think it'll happen again. We don't get to know what Tohma and Alan and Jin talked about. We don't get to know what's up with Jiro and what he gets up to when he doesn't return on time. We don't get to know either of these things, but I feel like Yuri will, inevitably, deal with another betrayal, and Jin will, inevitably, deal with one too.

(SOUNDS OF ESET DYING 10 HOURS)

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

Wanna know something super interesting? In the OG show, Shadow Weaver was not the parental type. There was like, only one or two passing references of SW saying to Adora “You’ve always thought of me as a mother figure.” Which may not be true, since Adora doesn’t confirm this. Actually HORDAK was Adora’s family in the Horde, serving as her father figure, and not a (completely) bad one at that. He did lie to her and mind control her to rejoin the horde once or twice, but relative to the new series and Adora’s relationship with SW, he wasn’t that bad. Adora even went on record to say he was a good father when she was in the Horde. She even became Force Captain with hard training and work, because Adora is no nepo baby. Granted, Hordak never finds out she’s really She-Ra. But even as She-Ra, Hordak and her have a sense of honor between the two. When she saved his life by crying for him (long story), Hordak pulled his forces in return.

I really wish they explored that more in the new show. I like SW as a villain. But when compared to Hordak’s old relationship with Adora, it feels boring. ‘Abusive and evil mom’ just doesn’t interest me much as ‘A good and loving father turns out to be an evil warlord’. One has more nuance and conflict in my opinion.

i'd heard a little bit of this and yes, it's infinitely more interesting! in the reboot, adora and hordak barely even interacted. it felt less like she-ra vs the horde and more like adora vs catra. which, while i like personal feuds in media, defeats the purpose of the narrative.

adora is supposed to be fighting the leader of the horde, since she's trying to abolish that system altogether. i get that hordak didn't fight in the war like catra did, partially because of his disability and partially because he's the big bad boss guy who just gives directions. but adora and hordak never comes face to face with each other during the show, which is really weird. again, this is where i feel like the writers were being too childish.

when you're fighting against an evil system, you go for its leader, not the second-in-command. but then again, hordak barely did anything in the reboot, other than yelling at people and breaking down. not a very strong villain.

imagine if in avatar, aang was supposed to fight azula instead of ozai. azula was certainly a terrifying villain but she still was only the sidekick. it would have made more sense if glimmer and bow were left to deal with catra (the same way zuko and katara were left to handle azula in the finale) while adora faces hordak.

and while i'm not upset with the adora and shadow weaver plotline, i absolutely agree that following the og thread would have been better. that way, you could see adora's dilemma with having to fight her father figure whom she actually cared about, and it would have made for a more intriguing narrative.

[starsandwriting]

Does anyone want to kill me with hammers

[jadorenads]

what was her name? ellie ellie ellie ELLIE what the hell ellie

[duskerot]

HELLO welcome to my blog annnd my pinned post (finally) !!! i go by Dusk or Alex, he/she, uhhhhh yeahh :]

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[thenormalenjoyerr]

mmmm nightmare's energy amplifying the negative emotions of the people in his immediate vicinity. how that affects people

[nadvs]

nads .... can we pls get make up sex w rafe :'(((( him all but cooing in ur ear as he fucks u within an inch of ur life like he's really being sooo sweet about it :'(((((((( 💔💔💔💔 Yeah i'm thinking thoughts ....

the way i’m obsessed with desperate makeup sex with ex-boyfriend rafe... combined this ask by @abrellareads 💘 college au. fratboy!rafe. explicit smut. 18+!

it happened so fast.

rafe was across the crowded room, in the throws of yet another party, wearing that charming smile that made you fall in love, holding the same power over you that you wish you never gave him.

it’s been a month since. after a ruthless cycle of different versions of the same fights, you went over to his place and told him you couldn’t be with him anymore.

earlier tonight, you were watching him from the other side of the party, thinking about how long a month feels and how your ex-boyfriend still owns every piece of your heart.

a fight broke out. if you weren’t already watching him, you wouldn’t have to guess he was involved. whenever there’s commotion, he’s often in the middle of it. attracting chaos.

you left. you were unable to take any of it anymore. you’d broken up with him to rid yourself of the stress that came with loving him, but even as a supposed part of your history, he pulled you into his storm.

you made it home. you got ready for bed. something came over you before you turned out the lights. you’ve missed him so much it hurts.

your fingers went from the lightswitch to your phone and you found his name and texted him asking if he was home.

rafe replied quickly. he figured a simple yes would’ve been good enough. but because he’s hurting for you, because he’s painfully desperate, he added come over to the end.

and you’re here. you’re at his doorstep, as tense as you were the night you broke up with him.

the house he lives in is hardly ever quiet, but when he swings open the door, you’re certain he’s the only one home. the rest of his frat brothers must still be at the party you left, while he’s by himself with a red, swelling splotch on his cheekbone where he’d been hit in that ridiculous fight back on the other end of greek row.

“hey,” he says stiffly.

“hey.” you motion to your cheek. “that hurt?”

“i’m fine.”

it’s a lie. he hasn’t been fine since you told him you couldn’t do this anymore. you pushed him into a hole and he’s been too hopeless to even try to crawl out.

“is that why you came here?” rafe murmurs. he hates himself for asking. he just wants to feel you against him and questioning you at his front door won’t get him there.

it’s a defense mechanism. he’s trying to act careless when he’s anything but.

he steps back, a silent way to beckon you in. warm relief floods him when you close the distance to come inside.

“partly,” you reply. wordlessly, you follow him upstairs, each step creaking the way you remember. you’ve been here so many times, rushing to rafe’s bedroom, lips on his the second the door shut.

this time, when the door closes, the soft thud is a harsh reminder of the last time you were here. you were sure it would really be the final conversation. you were done with him.

“why, then?” he rasps, standing across from you in the middle of his small, cluttered bedroom.

muscle memory. instinct. an involuntary reflex. you can’t help but step forward, finding your fingers in his hair, pulling him towards you.

“one last time,” you say in a strained whine you weren’t expecting. “we never said goodbye.”

rafe’s body tightens. you did say goodbye. you said you’re better off out of each other’s lives and you didn’t start crying about what that really meant until he did. nothing he said was enough to convince you to stay.

he looks at your lips, at the pleading look in your eyes. fuck, how good it’d feel to tell you no. to tell you to get out of his house.

but it’s feel so much better being buried deep inside you again, listening to you breathlessly groan his name, hearing your bodies meet over and over.

clothes are tugged off hurriedly and clumsily and every bit of his skin that you get to feel again is an electric shock that zips through you. your heart races as he buries his face into the crook of your neck to leave hot, open-mouthed kisses.

your knees weaken as he grips your ass once your pants are on the floor, and like he used to, he reads your body, senses your loss of strength, and guides you to his bed.

everything smells like him. his detergent, his cologne, his musk all envelop you in the soft duvet beneah you. you’d been in this bed so many times, clung onto the sheets, tiredly laughed with him when the bed frame would hit the wall with your rushed movements.

rafe hovers over you, still kissing your neck. he hasn’t felt your lips against his yet and when he shifts to finally taste your tongue, he grunts in pleasure.

you run your hands down the curve of his firm, bare back. you stop at the band of his boxers and surrender to him, spreading your legs so he can settle between them.

“fuck,” you breathe when you feel his hard length, only two layers between you now. he’s already at that point and the aching at your core pulses with the same desperation.

“what’d you expect?” he whispers against your mouth. his words make the air thicker and the room spin.

rafe can pretend he doesn’t care, but his body can’t. it burns for you, and you only. no other girl comes close. no other girl makes him act the way you do, makes him gaze at her while she’s not paying attention and leads him to wonder what he did to deserve to be alive at the same time as her.

you. only you.

“take this off,” he rasps, fingers looping beneath your bra strap. you move to unhook it, but he does it for you, taking over like always. like before.

he doesn’t wait for the next part. he pulls your panties down, groaning a quiet oh my god when he sees you. your breath’s caught as you watch him sit up to tug his boxers off, springing out, every inch of him as perfect as you remember.

his throat tightens with something that feels like the threat of tears when you pull him down to you. it’s overwhelming to feel loved again by someone who once looked like she was bothered by his very existence.

but you said this is goodbye. one last time.

rafe’s never been one to think of what’s next. impulsiveness runs through his veins. consequences are an afterthought.

but he can’t do it. he can’t feel you wrapped around him to know you’ll just leave him cold yet again, leave him to lick his wounds and continue living as if he isn’t shattered.

blue eyes meet yours, his hard desire for you nudging against your entrance. his hands are on the bed, framing your pretty face, hovering over you as he pants.

“this isn’t goodbye,” he says. “you’re my girl. say it.”

you gaze up at him, the weight on your chest almost debilitating. you’re afraid you don’t have it in you. loving him is hard. it hurts. he’s a beautiful disaster of a man and choosing him to be in your life is a game of roulette.

“i’ll be better,” he whispers, his heart breaking even more from the way you’re silently staring at him.

you’d heard it so many times. i’ll change. i’ll get my shit together. i’ll be the man you need me to be. and it claws at your heart, wondering if you should’ve been telling him you’d be the woman he needed you to be, too.

“so will i,” you finally whisper. you’ll try again. because living without him is agony.

his face twists with sadness, with longing, with relief, and he leans to kiss you as he guides himself in, exhaling pure elation.

you quietly groan from the sweet pressure. he feels you stiffen. he pulls back, regretful, but your hands splay over his lower back to push him back inside.

you wrap your legs around his hips and he gives you every inch, head swimming from how hot and tight and wet you are.

“fuck, i missed you,” rafe breathes.

“me, too.” the knot finally loosens. the stress of pretending like you’re okay, like ending things was the right choice is gone now.

you kiss his lips as his thrusts start to get harder, and you know he’s the right choice. he always was.

“i’m sorry,” you say, voice strained again.

“stop,” he whispers. his forehead presses against yours as he rocks in and out of you, stretching and filling you perfectly. “all i care about is that you came back, alright?”

“yeah,” you say shakily. “i love you.”

your heat, your softness, your everything make him reach his peak faster than he ever has, whispering i love you against your mouth and begging you to say you love him again as he tightens and trembles and shifts to touch you exactly the way you need to be touched to meet your climax.

your head is on his chest moments later, shallow breaths overlapping in the humid air. every thud of his heart felt against your cheek.

you watch as he plays with your fingers on his stomach, chest still rising and falling quickly. his arm is around you as you lay tucked into him, back home where you belong.

rafe’s brows furrow as his fingers trace yours, tense you’ll take it all back and leave him to lie in this bed alone again, doomed to know he can only have you in his dreams.

“can i sleep here?” you ask meekly, and his lips pull into a grin. he breathes a chuckle, hopeful again, out of the hole you’d pushed him in, feeling sunlight on his skin.

“you better,” he says.

[vampiricvenus]

My Palestinian friends need help!!

1- Nad is a 17 years old Palestinian boy whom I've been trying to help get evacuation funds for months now. The funds are for him and several family members, including his father who's a cancer patient and his little niece whom he loves and whose health has been heavily impacted by the post October 7th phase of the genocide in Gaza.

Nad's campaign was going incredibly well, until GFM locked their original one and for half of it he had to start all over again. :/ This is deeply unfair and no one should have to campaign to survive a genocide, let alone a 17 years old kid.

€4,089/€50,000

2- Anas Ayesh is a 23 years old Palestianian medical student and a dear comrade. Through a scholarship he was granted the chance to study abroad in Venezuela, his dream is to become a doctor so he can help his people. Right before October 7th of 2023, Anas had returned to Gaza to visit his family and, well, you can imagine the rest. Besides all the horrors, he's developed gastric cancer and I worry I'll be informed sooner or later of his passing. He's deeply suicidal and very, very unwell both physically and emotionally. Please, help him reach his goal.

€17,640/€25,000

3- Fadel is another friend of mine I've been talking to for a bit. He and his family were injured in an attack amongst the rubble that used to be their home. They were almost martyred. From this attack, there's shrapnel stuck inside Fadel's body that they couldn't safely remove. The surgery he needs is very complicated and cannot be performed in Gaza as of now.

He lives in intense, inhuman physical pain every single day. Please, help Fadel, his situation is so miserable, and as someone who suffers from chronic pain I can completely empathize with his suffering and wish it on no one.

€7,723/€10,000

[etherealskeletons]

saw my mom for the first time in 9 years today

[ha1taniwh0re]

Who is she?

Sum: Rindou had his normal day at hide out when a mystery girl came into elevator

Warning:age gap(reader is 19, Rindou is 39), reader is Kakucho’s younger sister, teasing

It was just like any other day at Bonten’s hideout, Rindou came into elevator tired from all meetings he did for bonten, as doors were closing cute voice rang through

“WAIT!!”

he stopped door and saw a girl around 19 coming in. He looked at her up and down with his violet eyes . He looked at her beautiful long hair, than her big tirs that were covered by crop top, her beautiful cubby thighs and little skirt, knee socks, boots with heels, he teddy bear backpack. She screamed innocence.

“What floor, sweetheart?”

“6th please”

He nodded and pressed 6th floor. The first thoughts that run though his mind are that she's so young. so small and so damn beautiful. she's so different from him on all accounts, he's rough and she's soft..he's tall and she's small, just than he realized that sixed floor was only for Bonten’s high members

“What’s your business there?”

Girl turned to him and smiled.

“im going to my brother”

“Brother? Who might that be?”

As far as Rindou knew Ran and him along Takeomi nad Sanzu were only siblings that bonten high members had.

“Kakucho, im his younger sister. My name is [name]”

"ah.."

now it made sense why he's never seen her before. she's kakucho's younger sister, that makes sense on why she's so small and adorable.

"so why are you here?"

"Kakucho told me to come so he can give me money, for my birthday"

"oh..did he now?"

Rindou's mind is once again starting to think up all type of excuses to keep her around. she's so small, soft, sweet, and so damn easy on the eyes.

"and when is your birthday love?"

"Today, im 19 now"

"Happy birthday"

god the age gap is absolutely massive, but he doesn't care. seeing her look at him with that sweet smile of hers is only going to make him act on every dark thought that comes to mind

"Thanks"

[name] chuckled, hearing her little chuckle has his heart skipping a damn beat. how can someone like her be related to kakucho? he's a large and intimidating man who could tear someone apart with his teeth and here she is, looking like a small and beautiful doll. how can someone be adorable but terrifying at the same damn time?he glances up at the rapidly changing floor numbers before returning his full attention back to her. He wasn't sure how to continue this conversation but he knew one thing for sure, she will be his. his eyes rake over her little body, taking in every curve and detail she has to offer. he's never found anyone like her so captivating before, she's so damn adorable and soft and he can feel the need to protect her and claim her growing stronger with every passing second

"do you have boyfriend love?"

"no"

he can't help but flash a smirk. she's not attached to anyone and he can't help but feel thrilled that she isn't. he wants her to only have eyes for him and he wants to claim her before someone else does. his mind is spinning with the thoughts of owning her and protecting her

"good"

elevator opened and Ran, Rindou’s older brother, was there. [name] smiled

"Oh im getting off here. Byeee"

"Hii", she told Ran and went to Kakucho’s office

Ran came into elevator looking at his brother

rindou watched as she got off and walked down the hall to kakucho's office. his eyes followed her until she was out of sight before he turned his attention back to his brother. his expression is completely different now that she's out of eyesight. he looked almost cold and distant as he looks up at ran

"don't say a word.."

Ran chuckled and didn't even look at his dear brother

"Wasn't gonna"

with that elevator doors closed leaving two brothers there

[the-weeping-dawn]

Yesssssss picrew but I've been directly asked for once.

Feat the neutral expression of unmasked autistic that everyone has to put up with at camp

(oh hey the closest to actually showing the thing he's wearing most of act 1. Kinda. It's a light opaque fabric, sleeveless and has a hood. But it doesn't even get to show up even in spirit often)

And because I noticed that it had the partial ceremorphosis effect, even if annoying homebrew bitch I am it's only on one side and the reason for act 3 to be a big time for emo hair, I can't not if given it.

Does he ever have a snake? No. Would he enjoy having a snake? Yes. He enjoys a creature. Would he wear it around a la Britney Spears at the 2001 VMAs? No, but mainly because his mother does that. He respects it but isn't going to do the exact same things :p

(He himself is also high crimpture levels in act 3 thinking about it.)

And because there's no kill like overkill, even if I should have swapped around the eye colours, he doesn't get a red eye back until the last second, again like the particular effect, I felt legally required to use the split tongue at all.

Fantasy OC Maker - Create your Tav/Durges

Create your Tav/Durge with this picrew!

I got mentioned by @arach-tinilith @mogruith and @theannoyingurge so now you all get to see my second main hobby: making Dirge in picrews and lamenting how they never have his horns or lip scars 💜

tagging: @hootshooch ; @the-weeping-dawn ; @trappedinafantasy37

many ppl in the tag game circle already knocked this one out but i rly love seeing ppls picrews of ppls ocs so if you aren't tagged and see this, do it anyways 🪄✨ (<- me casting a spell that makes u post picrew of ur oc and tag me)

BONUS under the readmore: more dirge alts cuz i had fun with the backgrounds

playing around with representing Dirge's patron Caiphon since they very conveniently had both dozens of eyes and a space+stars background option. they ended up v busy looking tho, so i didnt use them. some trivia! dirges magic IS green, because its visually identical to casting Speak with Dead in bg3! his just looks like that for everything

playing around with Dirge halo designs! I feel like he'd have one for when he rly starts showing his divine heritage

the leash and collar are so important. you dont even know how important they are. and the claws. and the encroaching madness while surrounded by the mountains of bodies left in your wake.

but mostly the leash

[saintslewis]

𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀 | 𝐍𝐇 + 𝐋𝐇

— small snippet.

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!oc; nadia hamilton

summary: the hamiltons are taking over the met gala

settings: October 2024 in New York

saint’s team radio 🪩: i’m back! :D this is one of many but i fear I got TOO excited today about the met gala news lmaoo. this’ll be set in the future with a few lil clues that I’ll add. maybe you’ll figure it out? 🤭 edit: met gala is in a fewwww dayssss!

pls like, comment and reblog!

taglist is down below! lmk if you’d like to be added

renaissance masterlist

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NEW YORK

“Okay, I understand the bob is iconic but are you telling me she’s had it for her whole life?” Nadia kept her manicured hand on her face, trying to find something to fiddle with.

“Yes, she has. You asked me to ask her and it’s been, like, her thing.” Lewis spoke, his eyes darting between his wife and the road. His left hand seated on Nadia’s thigh as the car was cruising through the streets with the driver being just beyond the partition.

Taking a bit of a breath, she continued playing with her nails as the driver swiftly drove. The music was soft and the car was quiet despite the busy background of New York City just outside the tinted windows. The empty plastic cup of matcha sat in the cup holder next to her, the grassy vanilla taste had not calmed her down in the slightest since leaving their penthouse all dolled up.

“I don’t even think I charged my phone all the way, damn it.” Nadia murmured to herself, her leg bouncing ever so slightly and blaming it on the bumpy ride whenever Lewis asked. “Nads, everything will be okay, I promise. I know this is a massive opportunity for the both of us and…stuff. Look, when you’re saying your speech, just stare right at me. Just like we practiced.” He spoke softly, reassuring her with a rub of her knuckles by his thumb.

She sighed and leaned back against the soft leather, looking out into the scenery of the city. Self doubt flooded through her veins as the seconds ticked by and they were reaching closer and closer to the Met museum. The warmth of Lewis’ hand was all she could use to ground herself in the moment as she closed her eyes. He rubbed her knuckles once again, his thumb glazing over the boulder of a ring on her finger.

Nadia took a moment to take a breath, not yet opening her eyes. “I’m meant for this…right? I-I mean, everything in my life leading up to this very moment has been unconventional to say the least.” She started, feeling her stomach sink at her own words forming in her head.

“You know I hate talking about her, Lewis.” Nadia spoke with a gritty tone, moving the hair in front of her eyes but they kept falling into place as that was the intended hairstyle. “Then let’s not talk about her. She’s not co-directing the Met Gala, you are. She doesn’t even know what’s going on in your life and that’s exactly how you wanted it.” Lewis said his words with such clarity that almost every bitter feeling in her body had vanished.

She finally lifted her head, blinking the minuscule amount of tears that were forming away and grounded herself in that very moment, as the car began to slow down in the almost private entrance to the museum. “You’re right.” Nadia nodded to herself, indirectly hyping herself up.

“I’m always right.” Lewis jabbed, getting out his side of the car to lightly jog to his wife’s side, helping her out of the suv as her rene cavolloi’s hit the new york gravel in a quiet step. “ ‘Always’ is pushin’ it. You almost wore teal blue socks today.” Nadia chuckled with a jab of her own.

“C’mon, they weren’t that bad. They were warm.” He defended his case with a slight wheeze to his laughter, making Nadia roll her eyes at him.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, bud.”

-

Was she overdressed? Perhaps. But nothing said Nadia Hamilton other than overdressing for an occasion. Plus that dress needed to be shown off despite its very neutral colour.

The table she was sitting at was quite literally filled with her bosses and her husband. Even though Nadia never really glorified Anna Wintour in any sense, it was still slightly overwhelming seeing the woman who’s job was destined to be hers one day. Her approach was anything but ordinary but then again, nothing was ever normal in Nadia’s life.

Months in advance before this lovely event, Nadia had visited the Louis Vuitton headquarters in Paris to oversee anything that needed her attention. When taking her much needed lunch break, she had bumped into the equally as small sunglass wearing critic who had invited her to lunch without ever meeting her and offered her the role of Co-Director for the met gala.

Insane.

Nadia had watched as Lewis gave his speech. Poised and elegant as he spoke, captivating the audience with his simple words and awe for the overall theme for the biggest night in fashion. He had done exceptionally well, shaking a few hands along the way to sit next to his wife once again.

Lewis’ heart in pride after hearing his wife begin her speech, drawing in every member of the crowd with her words whilst sprinkling humour in between. This was her stage. This was exactly where she was supposed to be. The glow in her skin had said more than enough, solidifying herself into the fashion world.

The world isn’t ready for what they would witness of the first Monday of May but they would know how incredibly proud Lewis is of Nadia and he would chant his praises to her until his voice went hoarse.

-

“Okay but Anna, what on earth are you talking about?” Nadia asked informally, the phone miraculously balancing between her ear and shoulder as she held the bowl for her brownie mixture.

“Nadia, dear. It has taken me some time to think over it but I would love for you to lead this entire photoshoot for the Met Issue for May. It’s a rather astounding amount of talent to be working with but I’d like for you to work with everyone and not just Lewis.” The older women rambled on the phone doing god knows what.

Anna Wintour’s words made Nadia stop in her tracks. She could barely envision herself walking up the Met steps yet she would have to direct an entire photoshoot? “Um..would I have to dress every single one of them or?” She questioned, placing everything back on the kitchen counter and adjusting her neck as it started to pain.

“Oh no, darling. That would be far too treacherous for you, seeing as you still have to deal with your own outfit for the day. Tell me, how many people are on your table?” Anna inquired, sounding more upbeat than usual. “Maybe 10 people? It’s all confirmed but my mind is all jumbled.” Nadia sighed out, barely noticing that she wiped her stained hand on her white shirt.

“Very well then…I shall let you be on your way and we shall keep in touch.” The older woman said her goodbyes and hung up.

And on her way Nadia was. The poor girl has never been more stressed out in her entire life than this very moment. Thank God Lewis knew how to work the camera and knew not to mess up his outfit as he manoeuvred around with his prop cane. She couldn’t even focus on how dapper he looked and how he was the very essence of Black Dandyism.

Everyone on the Vogue set could see the worry lines forming on Nadia’s forehead, the US Vogue team constantly missing basic instructions while the talent waited to be directed. Nadia held a laptop on Zoom majority of the photo shoot, trying to make grown adults do their job and they had done extremely well in the very end.

After a couple of hours after photos and interviews, Lewis quietly stepped into the dressing room, seeing Nadia sprawled out on the couch. “Hi sweetheart,” He basically cooed as he bent his knees to plant a light kiss on her forehead. She sprawled out of her sleep as she slowly opened her eyes.

“I was out like a fucking light, wasn’t I?” She groaned, stretching her limbs and turning to face Lewis, her hand instinctively moving to scratch his stubble a bit. “Yeah, today was rough on you but we’re going home now, okay?” He spoke softly to her, now kneeling on one knee to be within her eye level.

“Home?” She lightly repeated, her tone light and almost…needy. Lewis knew that she was slowly letting go and letting her emotions take over because of her exhaustion.

“Yes, home, baby. How does a nice bath sound? I could even order the butter chicken dish you like from the curry house few roads down from us.” He suggested, moving any little hairs from her face as he was close enough for their breaths to mingle.

Nadia simply nodded, her head falling onto Lewis’ shoulder with a gentle thump and he softly smiled. “There’s my girl. Let’s get you home, baby.” Lewis praised, careful to not move her head but managed to make them both stand up so he could guide her to the car.

“I need to burn those teal socks of yours, man.” Nadia murmured, glancing at the floor but still remembered the same pair of socks from months ago.

“Whatever you say, princess.” Lewis chuckled, circling his arm around her waist as they made their way out the dressing room and into the parking lot.

saint’s notes!: like i said just a small small thing 🤭 hope you enjoyed! i was gonna add his vogue shoot but i am SO tired 😭

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[luvyeni]

sunoo really wants to talk , but you can’t be bothered to hear him.

𝓲𝓲 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒𓈒 ( 김선우 x fem!reader ) ─── ❛ genre ⸝⸝ smut. content warning. manipulation, gaslighting , reader is not a good person, unprotected sex, language word count. 0.7k 「 req? ⦂ yes/no 」 library  !

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ i like when reader is being the manipulator and not the one being manipulated..🫣

you roll your eyes for the umpteenth time as you listen to him complain. did he make good arguments? you wouldn’t know , you blocked him out 4 points ago.

“see look, you aren’t even listening to me.” sunoo frustrated; ran his hands through his hair. “you never listen to me.” he said. “because you’re talking in circles and it’s annoying.” you didn’t even bother looking up from your phone. “im not talking in circles , im talking about the way you treat me and how it’s unfair.” he said , you finally looked up. “unfair?” you said.

“yes unfair.” he said. “and how is it unfair?” he said. “well for starters , you’re constantly ignore me , you’re always going out with your friends , doing god knows what , with god knows who , leaving me worried here.” he said. “and your phone , god that stupid phone , your face is always in your phone — i give you all the attention you want , but you don’t show me any affection , not even the slightest bit of affection.”

he watched the expression on your face change; had you finally realized how bad you’ve treated him? would this change everything? “i see.” you said , standing up. “have a cheated on?” you asked.

“h-huh?” he asked. “well not physically , but you’re always texting guys — they’re friends.” you interrupted him. “you’re bitching and complaining about me being on my phone or going out with friends , accusing me of cheating.” he tried to defend himself. “i-i never said — but you implied it.” you said. “the affection you show me is suffocating , you’re so clingy , do i not hug and kiss you?” he gulped. “when i go out with my friends you’re always calling and whining when i will be home.”

“i just want you to be safe.” he said and you scoffed. “and i want a boyfriend who doesn’t nag me like he’s my fucking mother.” your voice tone changing. “i didn’t mean to upset you.” he said , maybe this was his fault , he shouldn't have brought it up , now you’re mad at him , and he feels nad . “i just want to work on us , i love you and i want you to be happy to be with me.”

you smirked , you walked over to the bed where he was sitting, bringing your hand to his cheek caressing it. “you want me to be happy?” he looked up at your , his eyes wet , he was close to tears. “y-yeah.” he said , his voice weary. “then stop complaining.” you said. “be my boyfriend and not my father.” you climbed into his lap. “stop bitching about the things i don’t do , and be happy about the things i do actually do.”

it always ended like this; and it was partially his fault — he let you do this because he was addicted to you by and you knew he could complain if he was fucked dumb underneath you. “y-yn.” he moaned as you moved your hips back and forth , he had already cum 3 times before and you were still going. “i ca-cant , i’ve cum already.” he whined , those tears that were once full of sadness , now streaming down his face because you were fucking him so well. “to-too much.”

“you cant even not complain when you’re being fuck.” you hissed , he whined as your cunt clenched around him , he was fuck well past his limits , normally you two only went one round so he wasn’t used to it. “ba-baby , what if i eat you out , hm.” he whimpered. “ma-make you cum with my mouth?” he gasped as he felt himself about to cum again. “pl-please i don’t think i can cum again.” he said , his cock twitching. “cum for me.”

he let out a cry as he came , shooting ropes of his cum into your cunt. “fu-fuck , fuck i’m cumming.” you gasped , legs twitching as you finished. he let out a huff , maybe this would calm you down , the argument was far from his mind and that’s exactly what you wanted , for him to shut up — and it works every single time. “i’m not done.” you said , he couldn’t handle cumming anymore. “don’t bitch , i’ll give your cock a rest.” you tapped his tear stained cheeks. “let’s see how many i can get out with this pretty mouth of yours.”

“put it to a better use than fucking nagging me.”

©️LUVYENI

[monarchofdreams]

Familial

This is my grandson, Joseph. He has always taken care of me since he was a little boy. I would always appreciate him helping me clean the house, walk to the kitchen, or even buy me groceries. When he was young, he loved to play sports. He'd say he'd grow big and strong just so he could help me. I was always so proud of him when he showed me his medals and trophies. Unfortunately, I was always too old and frail to see his football games. He did well with academics as well. He was athletic, intelligent, and not to mention his looks, but he was also gorgeous. I love him so much, but it bothered me to see him lonely. I mean, he's very popular and has plenty of friends. However, even with his good looks and charm, he doesn't have the confidence to ask a girl out. He would always say that he would never get a girl or they wouldn't want to date him. That's just ridiculous! He is wasting those amazing genetics. If I had thise looks back in my day, I'd have women from all over town begging to get into my pants. Fast forward a few years, I was stuck in a hospital bed waiting to kick the bucket, and Joseph was taking care of me. He's a grown adult with his own life, yet he never left me behind. He was devastated when I passed away. He locked himself in his room for days just to cry. I reached out to comfort him, but suddenly, in that moment, everything went blank.

Slowly, sound starts to return, and I can feel a draft against my skin, across my entire body. As I slowly open my eyes, I realize I am in my grandson's apartment. As I take in my new surroundings, my eyes drift toward my large arms and hands... they aren't mine! They are nicely tanned and without a wrinkle in sight! I have tattoos decorating my now bulging biceps. I am only wearing a pair of Nike briefs, fully exposed, leaving little to the imagination. I quickly ran to the bathroom, and to my disbelief, I was greeted by Joseph's reflection, displaying a shocked expression, but it was not long until that confusion shifted into curiosity and arousal.

I started to gently touch the soft skin of my face and torso, which was now blanketed in thick slabs of muscle mass. My hands glided down my chest, fondling my massive pecs and washboard abs. As I felt myself up, a massive bulge started begging for attention. I bit my lip as my hands began to move down, as if they had a mind of their own. My fingers glide across my pecs, brushing against my firm nipples. My body began to shudder the more I touched them. Damn, they are very sensitive. I felt my raging cock stiffen against my briefs, and a damp spot started to form. Without wasting more time, I quickly reached down the damp briefs, my hand breaking past webs of pre built up from the past few minutes. My fingers wrap around my manhood, but just barely. Holy shit, I am massive. I take my thumb nad massage my tip, feeling more slick juice coating my hands. Without warning, my hips suddenly buck forward, causing a soft masculine moan to escape my lips.

I haven't felt this good in years, and I am hungry for more. I continue to grind my cock against my massive rough hands, my breathing growing heavier with each pump. I can feel pressure building up as I get closer to finishing, but I won't allow this to end so soon. I release my hand from its cum soaked prison, and take a wiff of my spunk. It reaks of the musk of a true man. I feel my cock soften just enough to get my briefs to loosen its grip. I pull down the elastic, letting my 8 inches of pure manhood to spring out and breathe, dripping with white spunk and sweat. I know I'm taking this too far, violating Joseph's body, but I can't control myself. I wrapped my hand once again around my shaft and began pumping my that dick. As I pump, it continues to inflate an extra 2 inches in my hands. My rough hands stroke the ridges of my fuckstick, driving me insane with each pass. "Ooof. Oh fuck, yes..." My moans of pleasure grow louder and louder. Hearing the sexy voice of my grandson spout lude words from my mouth and feeling the base of his vocal chords vibrate within my throat is sending me over the edge. More and more pressure begin to build up as I feel cum rise up my piping hot rod. Nothing else mattered right now. Only thoughts of sex and pleasure filled my mind. My grandson's well-being was no longer a concern. "This is my body, Joseph. You love your grandpa, right? So I'm sure you'll be thrilled if I stay. You like that, don’t you? Ohhh, yes. Unnghh, " I yelp out in my new sexy voice as I reach my limit. "Im coming. Oh yes, baby, I'm coming. Nnnngg..." It was not long until my cock finally erupted, my white juice coating my sweaty body. The smell of musk continued to turn me on, and without hesitation, I brought my cum cover hand to my mouth, licking my fingers clean. The thick juices slid down my throat as I enjoyed the salty taste of my youth. My dick was still rock hard and leaking. I can really go for a second serving.

[i-hate-people-1]

Assholes deserve to get kicked in the nads!

part-2

Single dad Eddie Munson x single mom reader

Single dad Eddie has one daughter Melia Willow Munson 4years old

Eddie and Meilas “mom” dated for a little bit when they found out she was pregnant they tried to make it work but birth giver left around when Melia was 16 months she has no memory’s of her

Single mom reader has two daughters Matilda Mae Carter 4 years old and Hunnings blue y/l/n 17 months old

Reader and “dad” had Melia and were together for until she found out she was Pregnant again and “dad” did not react well hence why Hunny and Tilly have different last names.

***

“Melia Willow Munson, come eat your breakfast, or I’m gonna do it for you!” Eddie yelled to the 4-year-old as he pulled the milk out of the fridge to pour her a glass to have on her poorly cooked pancakes with a whipped cream smiley face and drenched in syrup, something he hoped would help this morning go easier.

“Okay, Daddy, I’m ready for work.” She toddles out of the bathroom in a pair of coveralls and sunglasses shoved up to hold her wild curls out of her face.

“Milly, we talked about this. You’re starting prek today, remember?” He asked it taking every fiber of his control not to coo at the girl.

“No, I decided I can’t go. I have to help you in the shop,” she tells him plainly, climbing up into the chair, ready to reach for more syrup.

Eddie lets out a deep sigh. He knows he shouldn’t have gotten her so used to coming into work with him, but what was he supposed to do? He couldn’t afford a babysitter, and Wayne had to work too. Plus, Mr. Baxter had been nice enough to let him after Melia’s mom skipped town when she was a 16 months old.

“Mils, you know I love taking you to work with me, but school’s important. Besides, you can come back to the shop with me after I pick you up.” His attempt at reason falls short as an undeniably pitiful pout pouches itself on her bottom lip.

“But who will help you at the shop?” she barely gets out as the waterworks come right on cue.

It took him a whole thirty minutes to get her calmed down and another thirty to get her changed and ready for school. He’d had to bribe her with her nice leather jacket to get her to let go of the coveralls, and he didn’t even attempt to take back his sunglasses still perched on the top of her head. By the time he was pulling up to the school, they were thirty minutes late, and after a tearful goodbye, he was finally on his way out of the building before someone knocking into him nearly knocked him off his feet.

He wraps his arms around her, steadying them so they don’t fall to the ground, pulling her back, searching for any damage that could have been done, feeling a little relieved when he sees nothing visibly wrong. “Are you okay?”

***

“Close your eyes!” A shout from the bedroom instructs.

“Alright, alright, they’re closed,” you call back, peeking slightly to feed the baby in the high chair another spoonful of oatmeal.

“Tada!” The 4-year-old jumps out from the hallway, giving you a twirl so her dress floats around her. Her tiara falls a little crooked as she comes to a stop.

“Tilly Mae, you are just the cutest!” You gush, scooping the girl up in your arms and kissing all over her cheeks as she giggles. “Mama, stop.”

“Fine,” you sigh, dramatically setting her down in her chair. “But only so you can eat so we’re not late.”

“Tilly, we’ve got to go; we still have to drop Hunny off at daycare,” you tell the girl running around the living room frantically as you put on your youngest daughter’s shoes.

“But Mama, I can’t find my princess shoes.” Tilly whines, searching under the couch.

“Matilda Mae, you better not mess up those braids,” you scold, stopping her from crawling underneath. She pouts, arms crossed over her chest, beginning to pout. “Tilly, wear your tennis shoes for today, and then once we get back, we’ll turn the apartment upside down to find them,” you tell her, scooping her up once more to put the shoes on her feet.

With a few tears, a girl on your hip, and one’s hand in your own, you finally make it out of the house.

“Mama, walk faster; we’re late,” Tilly whines, zooming through the halls.

“I know, Tils, but please watch where you’re going,” your full attention on the girl. Though it seems you should have been following your own advice as you bump into something.

Strong arms steady you before you can fall backwards. You look up at the figure, a man with long dark hair that gathers in messy curls slightly below his shoulders. His brown eyes search your figure before you have a chance to react, pulling you away from his chest but keeping a hold on your elbows. “Are you okay?” His silky voice is laced with concern.

You don’t get the opportunity to answer before Tilly is tugging on one of your arms. “Mama, let’s go.”

“Yeah, um, sorry.” You rush out before letting yourself get whisked away by the girl.

***

“Where is she? What’s wrong?” Eddie burst into the room; he’d come to pick Milly up only to be ushered into the principal’s office, the woman escorting him answering none of the questions he’d berated her with.

He feels the blood drain from his face as his ears are met with sobs, to his surprise. Melia isn’t the one crying; instead, it’s a girl in a pink dress with a frilly tutu and blonde hair pulled back in neat braids that fall over her shoulders as her head’s turned down to look at the broken plastic tiara clenched tightly in her hands while Milly sits beside her, rubbing the girl’s back soothingly in the way he and Wayne always do when she cries. He scans the rest of the room on the other side; a boy sits beside a short blonde woman already angrily pointing and glaring at the girls, her squeaky voice almost indecipherable as she yells at the man sitting in a chair tucked behind a big wooden desk.

“I want her punished!” Eddie can make out this his head whipping toward the woman, ready to respond, before the man’s loud voice stops him. “Calm down, Mrs. Blake; we’re still waiting on one more parent.”

Eddie bites his tongue, deciding to focus his attention on the girls instead of the woman.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie greets his daughter, softly tucking her hair beside her ear that had fallen into her face.

“I only did it because he was mean, Daddy.” Melia gushes, tears welling up in her eyes. Eddie chooses to ignore the scoff that comes out of the woman in the corner.

“It’s not her fault; don’t be mad at her,” the little blonde girl adds, finally looking up from her lap.

“Hey, hey, I’m not mad,” Eddie tries his best to comfort both girls. Milly tucks herself into his chest, and he uses the hand not around her to wipe the other girl's tear-stained cheeks.

“But Daddy’s always get mad.” Eddie’s brows furrow at the blonde’s words, but he doesn’t get time to react before the door is pulled open again.

It’s the woman who ran into him this morning, only this time carrying a baby on her hip.

“Tilly girl,” you let out the greeting, instantly rushing to the girl kneeling in front of her, scooping her up onto your other hip with ease.

You make eye contact with the man you’d run into this morning, brows furrowing deeper in concern at the little girl softly crying in his arms. He nods his head behind him, pointing you towards the young boy pouting beside a woman sending her a sharp glare.

You look back at the man with wide eyes and have to stop yourself for laughing out loud when he mouths “total bitch” above the little girls head he smiles chucking softly at your poor attempt at hiding your laughter.

“She’s here. Can we start now?” The woman snaps sassily at the man in the chair.

man groans, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

Which is how you end up sitting shoulder to shoulder with a man you recently found out is named Eddie on a small bench, the girls sitting on the floor whispering amongst themselves, Hunny perched in your lap peacefully chewing on her teether, while the man behind the desk mr. Heart, as the nameplate on it reads, explains why you’re here.

“Mrs. Blake, Mr.Munson, Mrs. Carter, your—“

“Sorry, it’s actually Ms. Y/l/N,” you interrupt him, eyes shifting nervously around the room.

“Right, sorry, Ms. y/n.” He gives you a polite smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Your kids had a disagreement—“

“It wasn’t a disagreement; she kicked him,” the woman shouted incredulously, jumping up and pointing a finger at Milly.

“Mrs. Blake, sit down!” Principal Heart yells, clearing his throat and gaining composure.

Eddie’s arms are crossed over his chest jaw is clenched, and by the glare he’s shooting the woman, you think she’s lucky to still have the finger.

“From what the children tell me, Cooper went over to Matilda in the sand and stepped on her crown, causing it to break. Cooper then started to make fun of Matilda for crying. Melia walked over to tell him to stop, and Cooper, quote, called her a baby, so she kicked him in the privates.” Mr.Heart looked up from the paper the incident had been reported on through his glasses at the children.

“His child kicked my son; I want her punished,” the woman snaps, though Eddie pointedly ignores her with a deep roll of his eyes.

“Is that true, Mils? You kick em?” Eddie asks the girl, nodding his head to the boy.

“Yes,” she admits, avoiding his gaze. “But Daddy, he was an asshole, and you always say assholes deserve to get kicked in the nads.”

You once again struggle to keep in your laughter as Mrs. Blake gasps, clutching the pearls draped across her neck.

“Aren’t you going to correct her?” She asks Eddie, a disgusted look on her face.

“As a matter of fact, I am.” Eddie nods at her in mock sincerity. “Milly, we don’t call boys like him assholes; the proper word is ‘little bitches,” he tells the girl, who nods at him thoughtfully. This time you don’t bother to hide your laughter. “Better?” He asks the woman, flashing her a smug smile.

“Ugh, I should have known you wouldn’t do anything. You Munsons are trailer trash, and you act like it,” Mrs. Blake barks a cruel laugh.

“Excuse me?” Eddie asks, standing to match her stance.

“Eddie, please, you can’t fight a girl,” you say it like you didn’t just meet the man pushing him back onto the bench.

“Yes, sit down.” It’s her turn to shoot him a smug smile.

“Oh, you misunderstood me. He can’t, but I can hold my baby,” you instruct, setting Hunny down in the man’s lap before turning back to the woman.

“Ms. y/l-,“ principal Heart starts, but you hold a hand up to silence him.

“Ahh, my turn to talk.” You’ll apologize for the rudeness in a minute“. His daughter was defending mine, so if you want her to be punished, you better expect the same for him. Oh, and that crown was 5 bucks, so you better cough it up, or we can forget this whole thing, each punish our own children as we see fit, and handle this situation like mature adults who aren’t pointing blame at 4-year-olds,” you finish with a pointed finger.

“You’re all disgusting humans.” She scrambles, gathering her purse and her son by the wrist to storm out of the office.

“Very sorry for shushing you,” you smile politely, though Mr.Heart looks less upset than impressed. “Are we done here?” He nods wordlessly.

You turn your attention back to Eddie and the girls reaching for Hunny, who reluctantly pulls her hands out of Eddie’s hair.

You make it out of the building, the girls skipping in front of you hand in hand once again giggling amongst themselves.

“Thanks, I uh, totally would’ve hit that lady if you hadn’t said anything,” Eddie tells you, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“Don’t mention it. If she’d have pointed her finger at my kid like that, I’d have jumped her.” You smile up at him as you make it to the sidewalk where the girls had stopped to wait for you.

“Daddy, can we have Tilly over for dinner? We want to play more.” Milly asks both girls, looking up at the two of you with puppy dog eyes.

“I don’t know, sweetheart…” Eddie trails off, “But maybe we could go out for dinner.” He immediately caves, though, in his defense, they did pull out the big guns with a pouty lip. “But only if Tilly’s mom is okay with it.” All three of them turn to you, waiting on your answer.

“How could I say no to you cuties?” You agree, noticing the way Eddie’s ears began to burn.