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[weneverlearn]

That's right! Everyone's favorite underground garage trash crank, Ned Hayden, has released an autobiography -- Scene Loser: The True Story of the Grunge Underground -- and it is a blast!

It mainly covers his time working at the CBGB record store, salesman for Caroline distribution, then fronting his great band, the Action Swingers -- all while navigating the developing ridiculousness of the early 1990s "alternative rock" scene, full of friend bands who think they're important, iffy record deals, Lower East Side shenanigans, wobbly British tours, and Ned trying to stay drunk enough to hopefully pass out before ending up in a fight after a show.

It's blunt, not quite as vengeful as Ned's rep would hint, and chock full of fun 1990s underground rock references that'll make any Gen Xer smile/barf.

I'll save more for the review I'm writing for the next issue of Ugly Things magazine. For now, make your own opinion by picking it up and eyeballin' it right into your head right now! I believe Ned made only enough copies to clog up the CBGB toilet, so act fast! I think they have some here, or you can hit up Ned on Facebook, if he hasn't blocked you already.

[thisurlistakentooistakentoo-blog]

I have a couples costume idea in need of a slutty physics Halloween party. If any of yall has the opportunity and requisite electronics ingenuity please go as an entangled spin pair with {|top>, |bottom>} measurement basis thank you

[daydreamerdrew]

Iron Man (1968) #60

[iuchamjohta]

For the better part 1 ft Jihyo

Hi all, I know i said sex swinger cruise part 2 will come out at the end of October, but I am having trouble writing some parts of it, so it is slightly delayed. Someone requested a Jihyo fic and I decided to try something new and write it in 3rd person! Enjoy!

Word count : 6354

Tags: Cheating, tit job

Tonight was special; her boyfriend Sungbin had finally returned after two long years of working abroad and Jihyo was determined to make it unforgettable. Their relationship had been a whirlwind of concert tours and distant phone calls, with only fleeting moments to connect.

Each late-night video chat had left her longing and eager for real intimacy. Jihyo genuinely believed that no number of fingers nor dildos could replace the real thing. The thought of finally getting some actions drove her more excited than ever. They had each other for a few days, since Twice world tour had just ended and she was going to try out every fantasy she had ever dreamed of.

Jihyo slipped into the sexiest outfit she owned. Standing in front of the mirror, she admired her curvy figure, dressed in a blue laced lingerie set that accentuated her full, round breasts that her bra could barely contain. She tied her hair in a high pony tail, a mischievous smile played on her lips as she anticipated the night's events. 

The doorbell rang, sending a rush of excitement through Jihyo. She took a deep breath, and naughtily opened the door in just her lingerie. Sungbin stood there, momentarily speechless. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her—his heart raced at the sight of her in that figure-hugging outfit.

“Wow,” he finally managed, “You look… incredible.”

Jihyo smirked, leaning against the doorframe. “Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to come in?”

He shook his head, snapping out of his daze. “Sorry, I just—wow. It’s been too long.”

“Two years, to be exact,” she pouted, stepping aside to let him in. “You’d better make the most of it.”

As he stepped inside, the warmth of her presence enveloped him. He closed the door behind him and turned to face her, starting deeply into Jihyo’s eyes. “I intend to,” he said with a certain passion in his eyes.

“Good,” Jihyo said, taking a step closer. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.”

“Me too,” he replied, a smile breaking across his face.

In a swift motion, Jihyo closed the distance between them, her hands cupping his face as she pulled him into a passionate kiss. Their lips melded together, tongues entwining exemplifying the neediness and desperation. The absence of touch between them have caused this built up of desire and they were desperate to satisfy it tonight.

Sungbin's hands roamed over Jihyo's body, gripping her hips and pulling her closer. He could feel the heat radiating from her, his own cock slowly coming to life in the process.

Breaking the kiss, Jihyo trailed her lips along his jawline, nipping and sucking gently. She whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin, "I've missed you, baby."

Sungbin groaned, his hands now buried in Jihyo's hair to pull her up and holding her head as he kissed her fiercely again. He loved the sweet taste of her lips, as their tongue fought for dominance, exploring every inch of each other’s mouth. "You've been a naughty girl, Jihyo," he murmured between kisses.

“Mmm, I have” her hands sliding down his chest unbuttoning his shirt with ease. “And I am going to be naughtier with you right here, right now”

As Jihyo's nimble fingers undid the last button, Sungbin's shirt fell open, revealing his body. He was averagely built but Jihyo loved him not for his body anyways. She ran her hands over his skin, feeling his skin and the warmth of his body. Her touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through him.

Sungbin pulled back, his eyes needy and desperate. "Take me to the bedroom, Jihyo. I want to feel you, all of you."

With a wicked giggle, Jihyo took his hand and led him down the hall, every step leading them closer to the promised fulfilment of their needs. The anticipation was killing them both, their desire building with every moment that passed. As they entered the bedroom, Jihyo closed the door behind them, before moving teasingly towards the bed.

As Jihyo approached the bed, she swayed her hips seductively, Sungbin's breath quickened, he could feel his cock straining tighter against his pants as he stared at her movements, slowly being hypnotised by the swinging of her ass.

She climbed onto the bed, before beckoning a finger for Sungbin to come over.

“You like what you see, baby? Jihyo seductively teased.

Sungbin's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her. Her breasts, full and heavy, strained against the lace as if trying to burst out and her hips, curved, he needed Jihyo and he needed her badly. He stepped forward joining her on the bed, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her close.

Their lips met in another passionate kiss, tongues dancing, and hands exploring each other's bodies. Sungbin cupped her full breasts, his thumbs teasing her erect nipples, through the thin fabric. With a swift motion, he unhooked the bra, leaving her breast in display of its full glory.

“You’re incredible, I can’t get enough of you”

Jihyo smiled “Then don’t hold back baby. Show me how much you want me.”

Sungbin lowered his head towards her chest. His warm breath washed over her nipples, causing them to pebble even further. Jihyo arched her back, offering herself to him, as Sungbin took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then with increasing fervor. His tongue flicked and teased, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair, urging him on.

Sungbin switched to her other breast, lavishing the same attention on it, while his hand cupped the one he had just pleasured, squeezing and kneading it gently. Jihyo's head fell back, her eyes fluttering closed as she reveled in the sensations.

"You taste so fucking good," Sungbin murmured between licks and sucks. His hand slid down her body, reaching the waistband of her panties. With a swift motion, he slipped them off, leaving Jihyo completely exposed and wanting.

As Sungbin continued to feast on her breasts, his fingers found her snatch, sliding effortlessly into her warm folds. Jihyo gasped, her hips thrusting forward, seeking more of his touch. He stroked her clit, circling it with his thumb, while his fingers plunged in and out of her slick pussy.

"Oh yes, more Sungbin”

Sungbin's mouth left her breast, and he looked up at her with passion. "I want to taste all of you,"

Taking a step back, his eyes feasted on her, taking in every inch of her flawless skin, the curves that drove him wild. Jihyo smiled, her heart pounding with excitement, knowing that her body drove her boyfriend wild.

Kneeling before her, Sungbin gently spread her legs, revealing her glistening pussy. Jihyo's breath caught in her throat as she watched him lean forward, his tongue darting out to tease her sensitive bud. He licked her slowly, savoring her flavor, before plunging his tongue deep inside her, eliciting a moan from Jihyo.

"Mmm, you're so delicious," Sungbin groaned, his words muffled against her flesh. He lapped at her hungrily, his tongue flicking her clit with each pass. Jihyo's hands moved to his head, threading her fingers through his hair, holding him wanting more pleasure.

“More please”

Sungbin added his fingers, sliding them with ease while his tongue continued to dance over her sensitive bundle of nerves. His thrusted his fingers the best he could and drove them deeper with every thrust, yet Jihyo felt rather unsatisfied, she felt something was missing but she could not pinpoint exactly what it was. Chasing more pleasure, she arches her back and push her hips towards Sungbin, hoping this would help.

After a few more moments realising this was still not good enough, Jihyo decided to take control of the situation. She pushed him gently onto his back, straddling him, her pussy just inches from his face.

With that, she began to grind her hips, rubbing her wetness against his mouth. Sungbin moaned, his tongue darting out to taste her. Jihyo's pussy slowly became wetter in this position, she loved the way she could control the pleasure she received and the way Sunbgin was made to worship her with his mouth, licking and sucking eagerly without any protest.

"Mmm, that's it," she encouraged, her voice breathy. "Eat me, Sungbin. Make me cum with your mouth."

Sungbin eagerly obeyed, he was lapping away eagerly at the juice that was flowing. Jihyo bucked her hips more vigorously, grinding harder her moans getting louder with every moment. But just as she was on the brink of orgasm. Sungbin pulled away, panting.

“Jihyo, sorry could you help take care of this first” Sungbin pointed at the bulging tent at his pants which was painfully erected for some quite some time.

Frustrated, Jihyo got off Sungbin. Despite her frustration, she did not want to come across as simply using him as her sex toy, after all she believed that a relationship was about giving as well.

“I want to taste you, Sungbin, to feel you full in my mouth” Jihyo said, trying to maintain the passion between them.

As she sank to her knees before him, Sungbin's breath quickened. He was already hardened, his cock throbbed as it responded to her words. Jihyo's hands reached for his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. She unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his legs, revealing his straining erection. Sungbin was under average in size about 4 inches but at this point Jihyo still believe size didn’t matter, it was simply all about love.

Her fingers wrapped around his length, stroking him gently, eliciting a low groan from Sungbin. Jihyo leaned forward, her breath hot against his sensitive skin as she teased the head of his cock with her tongue. Sungbin's hands tangled in her hair, guiding her, urging her on.

"That's it, Jihyo," he urged, his voice thick with desire. "Suck me, baby."

Jihyo obliged, taking him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his length. She sucked and teased, her tongue swirling around the head, driving Sungbin wild. Her hands cupped his balls, massaging them gently as she worked her magic. Sungbin's eyes rolled back in pleasure, his head thrown back as he surrendered to the sensations.

Jihyo's mouth moved faster, her lips sliding up and down his shaft, she could easily take his entire length granted it was not that much of a challenge with his size anyways, but to Sungbin, this felt felt incredible. Sungbin's breathing grew ragged, his hips thrusting gently, meeting her rhythm. The room was filled with sounds of Sungbin's desperate grunts.

"I'm gonna cum, Jihyo," Sungbin warned, his voice strained.

This had merely been less than 5 minutes but Sungbin was already aroused beyond measure. Jihyo only increased her pace, her mouth working feverishly. She wanted to taste him, to feel his release on her tongue. Sungbin's hands tightened in her hair, his body tensing as he climaxed. Jihyo swallowed him down, taking every drop, her mouth working until he was spent.

Sungbin slumped back against the bed, his body trembling with the aftermath of his orgasm. Jihyo smiled up at him, her lips glistening with his essence. 

"That was incredible, Jihyo," Sungbin managed, 

Jihyo's eyes sparkled "Oh, baby, I'm just getting started."

“Hold on, I need a 10-minute break”

Jihyo remained positive, believing that she too would have her fair share of pleasure, and this would not be a one-sided session. Jihyo continued to touch herself chasing any form of pleasure she could get in the meanwhile.

“Hyo, mind helping me get it up again” Sungbin asked pointing towards his flacid cock.

Jihyo reached again for his flacid cock. With gentle strokes, she tried to bring it back to life. Noticing that Sungbin was staring intently at her huge chest, she knew what could get him back to full hardness in a second.

Leaning forward, she positioned his cock between her ample cleavage, the soft flesh enveloping his length. Jihyo's hands cupped her breasts, holding them in place as she began to move, sliding up and down, her skin warm and silky against his sensitive flesh.

Sungbin groaned, his hands reaching up to caress her breasts, squeezing them as she continued her sensual torture. With a few more pumps, Sungbin was back to his full length.

"Fuck, Jihyo," "Your tits feel so good."

Jihyo increased her pace, her breasts massaging his length, her hands squeezing her breast she worked his shaft with precision. Sungbin's eyes were fixed on the sight before him, his small cock fully disappearing between Jihyo’s deep cleavage.

"You like that, baby?" Jihyo teased,

"You like my tits wrapped around your hard cock?"

"Fuck, yes," Sungbin groaned, his hands gripping her shoulders urging her on. "Don't stop, Jihyo. I'm close."

Jihyo, sensing his impending release, pulled away, leaving Sungbin on the edge. She had been denied pleasure once, and she was not going to fall for the same mistake again.

"Not yet," "I want you to fuck me first."

She positioned herself above him, guiding his hard cock to her entrance. With one swift motion, she impaled herself on his length, taking him deep inside her. Sungbin groaned, his eyes closing in bliss as Jihyo's tight, wet heat enveloped him.

"Oh yes, Jihyo," he moaned, his hands gripping her hips. "Ride me, baby."

Jihyo began to move, her hips rolling in a sensual rhythm, taking him in deep, then sliding back up until just the tip of his cock remained inside her. She leaned forward, her hands braced on his chest, as she set a relentless pace, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Sungbin grunted, his body tense with the effort of holding back his release.

Jihyo smiled down at him, her eyes heavy with lust. "You like that, baby? You like my tight pussy gripping your cock?"

"Yes, fuck yes," he panted, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, squeezing and kneading them.

Jihyo's moans grew louder as she rode him, her body glistening with sweat. She wanted to continue like this so that she too can chase her orgasm, but Sungbin's endurance was waning. With a final, desperate thrust, he arched his back, his body tensing as he filled Jihyo with his hot cum.

"Oh god, Jihyo," he gasped, his eyes fluttering shut.

Jihyo felt his release, but it wasn't enough to satisfy her. He had barely lasted for a few minutes. She wanted more; she needed to be thoroughly fucked, she has yet to even orgasm once throughout the sex. As Sungbin lay beneath her, spent and satisfied, she could see the exhaustion in his eyes.

"Baby, I'm not done yet," Jihyo whispered, her voice laced with desire. "I need more. Fuck me again, please."

Sungbin opened his eyes, his love for her still evident, but his body was telling a different story. "Jihyo, I... I need a moment. You're incredible, but I can't...I’m sorry"

Frustrated, Jihyo got off Sungbin, as her hand found its way between her thighs. Dipping her fingers dipping into her wetness, she used her thumb to search for her aching clit. She needed relief, and she was determined to find it, even if it meant taking matters into her own hands. Jihyo thrusted her fingers desperately as she fucked herself, and with a few frenzied pushes, she finally reached her first orgasm as pleasure rippled through her bodies.

Jihyo collapsed onto the bed beside Sungbin, their bodies sticky with sweat. “Sorry hyo, I couldn’t last that long.”

“No worries babe, I loved it anyways” She smiled through her hidden pain and dissatisfaction, lying to ensure Sungbin did not feel bad about it.

The next few days weren’t any better. Every steamy session they had, each time they touched, the feeling of arousal became dimmer and dimmer. He would cum too quickly, his dick was too small to make her feel much, and to Jihyo, Sungbin was rather selfish about his own pleasure. Sex became predictable and mechanical ; suck him off for a few minutes and he would cum. Jihyo would then have to touch herself to get off while Sungbin would drift off to sleep exhausted again after the session.

Her frustration slowly started to build up. Was it herself? Was love not sufficient to ignite that arousal? Was she just too needy and demanding in bed? As these questions piled up, they affected her mood and behavior over the next few days. One afternoon, while sitting on the couch, Momo noticed Jihyo becoming increasingly stressed and decided to check in.

“What’s wrong?” Momo asked gently.

Jihyo sighed, being on the verge of her impeding annoyance, Jihyo instantly poured out.

“I’ve been feeling really frustrated. I thought love would be enough, but it’s not. I keep wondering if I’m too needy or if I expect too much. Sungbin and I aren’t connecting the way I want, especially when it comes to sex. I thought it would come naturally, but it just isn’t happening.”

Momo leaned closer, her concern evident. “Have you talked to him about it?"

“I’ve tried, but I’m scared of hurting his feelings,” Jihyo admitted. “I don’t want him to think I’m just using him for sex too, I do love him afterall.”

Jihyo turned to Momo, curiosity sparking in her eyes. “What about you? You dated a Korean guy before—how did you cope when he wasn’t satisfying in bed?”

Momo chuckled softly, remembering her past. “Well, I explored other options to gain that fulfilment,”

Jihyo raised an eyebrow intrigued. “Other options, meaning?”

“There’s this privately encoded app called K-lust, designed for booking hunks for casual encounters. It might sound a bit bold, but it helped me with fulfilling the need my boyfriend couldn’t”

Jihyo hesitated, her brow furrowing with guilt at the thought of cheating. “I don’t know, Momo. It feels kind of wrong to even consider it, especially since I’m in a relationship.”

Momo nodded, understanding her conflict. “I get that. I felt this way too at the start” But it’s also important to think about your own needs. Exploring what you want doesn’t necessarily mean you have to hurt anyone.”

Jihyo bit her lip, her curiosity battling with her conscience, she was clearly interested. “I don’t want to feel like I’m betraying him. It just feels so complicated.”

“Totally understandable,” Momo said gently. “Maybe you could approach it as a way to understand your own desires better. If it helps you figure out what you need, it might even make your relationship stronger in the long run.”

Jihyo laid back onto the couch, tempted at the idea but still battling with the guilt within her “I…I just don’t want to do anything I’ll regret.”

To further reassure her, Momo continued, “You know, tons of idols actually use this app. They’ve designed it to protect users, so you can feel safe while exploring. Plus, the guys on there are experienced at fulfilling needs, so you wouldn’t have to worry about anything.”

Jihyo was shocked at the knowledge that many of her peers in her industry uses it but that gave her a sense of security and assurance, that she was not in this alone. It made sense afterall, many idols barely have time to date, much less have release for their pent-up sexual needs.

“See it as a way to explore what you want in a safe environment. And if it doesn’t feel right, you can always walk away, no one will ever find out about this” Momo added

“Thank you, Momo. I appreciate this” Jihyo said, a smile breaking through her earlier tension.

“Anything for you, unnie,” Momo replied warmly. “I’m always here for you. We could organise a session together if you would like” Momo cheekily teased.

“YAH! No thank you, you freak! I will not like to see your body naked”

“Fine unnie, I’ll drop you the link to the app so you can check it out”.

That night, Jihyo found herself unable to shake her curiosity about the app. It kept replaying in her mind, stirring a mix of excitement. Her heart raced as she thought about the possibilities. After another disappointing session with Sungbin, she felt an urge to explore what else was out there. Feeling a surge of determination, her thumb hovered the link Momo had sent and downloaded the app.

The profile setup was simple, which made it easy for Jihyo to dive in. As she took a picture of herself, she felt confident about her chest and decided to highlight it a tad more. Scrolling through the features felt like a new adventure. She could literally book any men, asked for any fantasy, or any setting/theme she wanted. She could even book multiple men , but that was too ambitious for her at this moment.

As Jihyo scrolled through profiles, one particular man caught her eye: Tae. He was undeniably handsome and muscular with a youthful charm that radiated from his pictures. What intrigued her even more were his high ratings, reflecting his experience and satisfaction among users. But the detail that truly captured her attention was his impressive 6.5 inches. Jihyo’s heart raced at the thought, and she found herself drawn to his profile. This could be the opportunity she had been looking for—a chance to explore her desires with someone who seemed confident and capable.

After contemplating for about 10 minutes, wrestling with her thoughts, Jihyo felt a rush of courage and clicked “Book” to arrange a meeting with Tae. Almost instantly, a chat window opened, and she found herself messaging him.

“Hey, I’m glad you reached out!” Tae replied warmly. “How about we meet at my company’s studio? It has a private room and we can have some fun without any interruptions.”

Jihyo’s heart raced at the suggestion. She hesitated for just a moment, but the excitement of the unknown pushed her to consider it. “That sounds great! What time were you thinking?” she typed back, her pulse quickening at the prospect of this new adventure.

“Perfect! How about tomorrow at 6 PM?” Tae replied almost immediately.

Jihyo’s heart fluttered at the quick response. “That works for me!” she typed back, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

“Awesome! I’ll send you the address and some details. Looking forward to it!” Tae wrote, and Jihyo could feel the excitement building inside her. This was really happening, and she couldn’t wait to see where the evening would lead. This could solve the deep dissatisfaction lingering inside Jihyo. She felt guilty still, but a part of her felt compelled to venture into the unknown, to take a step of faith and try something different.

The next day arrived quickly, and Jihyo found herself heading to the secluded building with a mix of excitement and nerves. As she approached the entrance, she felt her heart racing, imagining what the evening might hold. She had picked another sexy outfit for tonight wanting to impress Tae as well, one that showed an ample amount of her cleavage.

The building was tucked away from the bustling city. When she reached the address it looked just like any other retail mall per say, but it was a huge establishment of at least 15 stories and she wondered if the whole building belonged to K-lust. She took a deep breath, reminding herself that this was an opportunity to explore and stepped into the building. Inside looked normal with a receptionist, but not wanting to garner any attention she avoided eye contact with anybody and headed to the floor and room that Tae had told her about.

When she finally reached, she was greeted by Tae, who was even more charming in person. “Hey! You made it,” he said with a warm smile, instantly easing some of her tension.

Jihyo couldn’t help but blush as she took in Tae’s muscular physique and striking good looks. His confident stance and warm smile made her heart race even faster. The way his shirt clung to his toned body only added to her excitement, and she felt a flutter of nerves and anticipation.

“Wow, you look amazing,” she subconsciously said causing her cheeks heating up.

Tae chuckled softly, a playful glint in his eyes. “Thanks! You look incredible too. I’m glad we could meet like this.”

Jihyo smiled, feeling a mix of shyness and thrill. This feeling was what she had been hoping for—a chance to explore her desires with someone that can make her feel something.  

“Shall we begin with some drinks to relax?” Tae suggested. He poured two glasses of champagne and handed one over to Jihyo.

They clinked glasses, and Jihyo felt the tension start to melt away as they sipped the bubbly drink. They chatted and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Jihyo loved how considerate Tae was about her throughout the whole time, not just rushing her for sex but how Tae came across genuine in wanting to know more about her needs. With each sip, the atmosphere grew warmer and more intimate, the initial nerves fading into a comfortable ease.

As the conversation flowed, Jihyo found herself drawn to Tae’s easy charm and genuine interest in her. Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Tae leaned in slightly and said, “Ready to begin what you came here for? Today is all about you. Don’t worry; I’ll take good care of you.”

Jihyo felt a thrill run through her at his words. His confidence was reassuring, and she could see the sincerity in his eyes. “I’m…. ready,” she replied, her heart pounding with excitement yet a slight nervousness at the same time. She was about to cheat on her boyfriend after all but she had to fulfil her needs and before her stood Tae whom she knew would give her a night of her life.

Tae’s smile widened, and he moved a little closer, the warmth between them palpable. “Just relax and enjoy. I want to make this a memorable experience for you,” he said.

Jihyo had previously wondered if Tae would think less of her for not being experienced or adventurous enough. But her worries were quickly fading away at the sound of Tae deep but inviting voice.

Tae's proximity stirred something deep within her—a yearning that had been building during her unsatisfying relationship. She found herself on her tiptoes, her lips seeking his, and Tae was more than happy to oblige.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss—hungry, desperate, and deep. Tae's hands slid down to grasp her plump ass through her green dress, pulling her against his hardening cock. Jihyo moaned into the kiss, her hands sliding up his chest to tangle in his hair. She felt his tongue skillfully invade her mouth, and she duelled with him, her shyness melting away under the heat of their passionate embrace.

Tae eventually broke the kiss, leaving Jihyo breathless and wanting more. He nuzzled her neck, his lips brushing against her sensitive skin as he rained kisses along her jawline. "You are so sexy Jihyo”

Jihyo blushes shyly at his words, for some reason even though those words could be said by Sungbin her boyfriend, coming from this young hunk made her feel something different, something more affectionate. Jihyo felt incredibly aroused, she knew her panties were soaked even though they had barely begun.

"I’m glad to be the privileged one that you booked” Tae whispered huskily. He swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.

Tae stood at the edge of the bed, slowly shedding his suit jacket and undoing his tie.

Jihyo watched him intently, her breath quickening as he revealed his sculpted chest and ripped abs. He toed off his shoes and slid out of his pants, revealing tight black boxer briefs, his hard shaft slightly peeking out due to its length. Jihyo's eyes widened at the impressive bulge, her pussy clenching with need. He was indeed as big as he had advertised.

Tae joined her on the bed, hovering over her as he traced a finger along her jawline. "You are so beautiful, Jihyo," "And I plan to worship every inch of your body." Jihyo felt her body shivered in anticipation at his words. She had never been treated this way.

He kissed her again, a deep, passionate kiss that left Jihyo breathless. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her full breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples to hard peaks through the fabric of her dress. Jihyo arched her back, pressing herself into his experienced touch, craving more, craving the satisfaction that her boyfriend could never provide her with.

Tae slowly undid her dress, gently sliding it off her shoulders to pool at her waist before removing it completely. He broke away from their kiss to admire her naked body, his eyes dark with desire. "So perfect," he breathed

Jihyo blushed under his intense gaze, her nipples tightening further as she felt his eyes roaming over her curves. She reached out, trailing her fingernails lightly over the defined planes of his chest, reveling in the feel of his hard muscles under her touch.

Tae captured her hand, kissing her palm gently before bringing it to his mouth. He sucked on her fingers one by one, his eyes locked with hers, and Jihyo felt a molten heat pool between her thighs. She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the sensation.

Tae released her hand and gently pushed her back against the bed, kissing a trail down her neck, along her collarbone, and lower, until he reached the valley between her heaving breasts. He paused there, his breath warm against her sensitive skin, before moving to one of her peaks taking it into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue and teeth.

Jihyo gasped, her hands tangling in his hair as she held him to her. "Oh yes," she moaned, her head tossing back against the pillows. "Please, don't stop."

Tae chuckled and sucked harder sending pleasure through Jihyo's sensitive breasts. He lavished attention on her other nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud before gently biting it, causing Jihyo to cry out.

He continued his descent, placing soft kisses along her ribcage and down her flat stomach, his hands gently caressing her soft skin. Jihyo squirmed beneath him, her breath coming in short gasps as she anticipated his next move.

Tae's hands slid down to the tie of her underwear, still loosely knotted at her waist. With a slow, deliberate movement, he untied it, opening it to reveal her slick, glistening pussy. Tae looked up at Jihyo, ensuring she was doing okay before lowering his head to taste her. The attention Tae paid to her body, made her feel warm and comfortable, she knew this night was about her pleasure, it was the privilege that Sungbin always get to feel but not her. Tonight, the roles have finally reversed.

Tae’s tongue swirled over her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through Jihyo's body. She moaned, her hips bucking off the bed as Tae lapped at her, his hands gently prying her thighs apart to give him better access. He inserted a finger into her tight, wet cunt, curling it to find that sweet spot that had Jihyo rolling her eyes back in pleasure. Tae was so experienced unlike her boyfriend, every of his touch deliberate and intentional which drove Jihyo to a new world.

"Oh my God... Tae," Jihyo panted, her head thrashing from side to side as she neared her peak. "I'm so close... so close..." Jihyo could not believe her body was responding so eagerly even though they had just began.

Tae hummed against her clit, sending vibrations through her sensitive flesh, as he added another finger, stretching and filling her. "Come for me, beautiful," he urged, his voice husky. "Let me feel you cum around my fingers." This was all It took, hearing his deep husky but commanding voice.

“TAEEEE” Jihyo screamed his name as her orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. Tae continued to lick and suck at her sensitive clit, drawing out her orgasm until she was a quivering mess, pleading for mercy. This was the first time, sex had been solely about her, and the first time, she had come before her partner.

Tae finally relented, climbing up her body to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck. Jihyo whimpered, her body still humming with aftershocks as Tae nipped at her earlobe. "That was just the beginning, baby," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I plan to make you cum over and over again."

Jihyo moaned, her pussy throbbing with arousal at his words, her fingers digging into his broad shoulders.

"Please... I want you inside me. Now."

Tae's cock twitched at her needy tone, and he couldn't suppress his hungry smirk. "As you wish, beautiful."

He positioned himself between her thighs and grabbed his throbbing cock, lining up the tip with her dripping entrance. Jihyo was dripping wet at this point and no additional lubricant was needed. However, Tae, wanting her experience to the best , spat on his hand and gave his hard cock a few strokes to ensure it was fully lubed. Then, with one smooth, thrust, he slid into her slowly, inching in little by little, not wanting to hurt Jihyo.

Jihyo gasped at the sensation of being stretched and filled by Tae's impressive length. Her eyes widened as she felt him pushing in deeper and deeper burying his shaft to the hilt. She felt so full, so well pleasured, a sensation she had never experienced with her previous boyfriend.

Tae stilled, giving her a moment to adjust to his size. He leaned down, nuzzling her neck and whispering softly. "You like that, baby? You like being stretched by my big cock?"

Jihyo felt a rush of warmth between her thighs at his dirty talk. She nodded, her voice a breathy whisper. "Yes... feels so good... so much bigger than my boyfriend's."

Tae growled at her admission; he did not expect Jihyo to mention about her boyfriend but that turned him on even more, being the one to fulfil the gap her useless boyfriend couldn’t. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he began to move in slow but firm pumps. Tae would withdraw almost entirely, leaving just the tip inside, before slamming back into her with a slow, deep thrust.

"Oh fuck... you are stretching me out so good" Jihyo moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head at the delicious friction. She met his thrusts, her hips rising to greet each delicious stroke. "Harder, Tae... please, fuck me harder."

Tae obliged, quickening the pace and increasing the force of his thrusts. The bed creaked in rhythm with their passionate fucking, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room. Tae's balls slapped against Jihyo's ass, and she cried out with each powerful thrust, encouraging him to go harder, faster.

Tae reached between their sweaty bodies, his fingers finding her swollen clit. He rubbed circles around it as he pounded into her, his own orgasm building as he felt Jihyo's pussy clench around his cock.

"Cum for me again, baby," he grunted, his breath hot against her ear. "Let me feel that tight pussy milk my big cock."

Jihyo screamed as her orgasm washed over her, her pussy contracting around Tae's cock, forming a tight fit around the full length of his shaft. This was the first time; someone has made her cum multiple times.  Tae thrust into her a few more times, but the grip her pussy had on his shaft felt overwhelming and he was unable to hold back any longer.

"Fuck, Jihyo... I'm gonna cum," he groaned, his voice strained as he reached his peak.

“Outside please!” Jihyo begged, not comfortable with being bred by a stranger’s cock.

With a few more powerful thrusts, Tae pulled out and unleashed his load all over her body, painting her body with his warm cum. His cock twitched as the remaining drops fell unto her stomach.

They layed beside each other, their hearts pounding and their breath coming in ragged gasps.

"That was incredible," she murmured, voice filled with satisfaction. The sexual frustration that she felt was adequately fulfilled, no longer bothering her as much.

Jihyo smiled, a glowing warmth spreading through her. "Thank you for this," She snuggled closer to him, her hand gently stroking his chest. For a first time, this was sufficient for Jihyo, she did not want to go overboard after all. She still loved Sungbin and did not want to hurt him.

After a short rest, Tae helped Jihyo get up and Jihyo headed for the showers to wash up quickly.

As she stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed yet still a bit flustered. Tae was already waiting for her by the door when she emerged. “I’ve emailed you the link of the recording of your session,” he said.

Jihyo’s eyes widened in shock. The reality of what that meant hit her, and she felt a rush of embarrassment wash over her. “The session is… recorded”

“Oh yea, it is mentioned in our terms and conditions that unless you specify otherwise, we will be recording the sessions for your own personal use, don’t worry it is heavily protected.”

“Hope to see you again Jihyo!”

Jihyo hesitated but accepted the reality, her cheeks burning as she turned to leave quickly. Outside, she took a deep breath, trying to shake off the mix of feelings swirling within her. On one hand, she felt a tinge of guilt, that she has just cheated, yet on the other hand she felt thoroughly satisfied.

She opened her email, and she couldn’t deny the impeding curiosity forming within her, making her want to click that link, to view the footage of her sinful but pleasurable night. Eventually she clicked away and headed home, yet deep down , she couldn’t help but wonder if she might return to explore what the universe of K-Lust have to offer again.

(To be continued)

Notes

Will be focusing my attention on getting chapter two out, give me maybe two weeks and I should be done! Cheers everybody. Hope you enjoyed this.

[nv-alexander]

PSA: HARM REDUCTION

This term has been getting thrown around quite a bit this year and I want to clear some things up because this is a very important topic.

What does harm reduction mean?

Harm reduction is the practice of reducing Harm or risk associated with activities such as substance use, self injury, or sex.

For an everyday example: a parent who says, "If you're going to drink, drink at my house," is actually promoting harm reduction strategies. If you are going to do it, do it safely.

Having a DD or using a taxi is harm reduction. Practicing safe sex is also harm reduction.

Harm reduction strategies for substance use:

- education on substances and associated risk

- creating safe use sites

- education on overdose and first aid

- providing new, sterile supplies for use--find out if your town has a needle exchange, never know when you or someone you know will need one

- providing test kits for fentanyl, xylazine, GHB

- public education on administering narcan

- legalization of recreational use of substances to ensure regulation of ingredients

- providing narcan

- creating crisis response units comprised of social workers and paramedics for people experiencing OD or substance related crises.

Harm reduction for self harm:

- using sterile blades

- cutting in places that are not potentially lethal

- using shallow cuts

- properly cleaning and treating of wounds

- education on first aid

- having a crisis plan

- having a safe, clean space for engaging in self harm

- social worker/paramedic crisis response units for mental health crises

Harm reduction for sex:

- condoms and contraceptives

- plan b

- engaging in sex in a safe space (swinger clubs actually fulfill this)

- getting tested for STDs & HIV (also many swinger clubs check this)

- taking PreP

- reproductive education

- decriminalized sex work (provides protections for sex workers and can help limit spread of STDs)

Harm reduction is a very specific concept and does not apply to politics unless you are promoting the implementation of harm reduction practices

Harm reduction is a public health issue. It is not "well person A will be worse than person B so we will vote for person B"

Harm reduction does not present alternative actions but ways to engage in high-risk actions safely. Using it to describe a choice between A and B is a gross misunderstanding of the basic concept.

Harm reduction is "if you are going to do it, do it safely"

[mtsodie]

shes a pace setter ! 

shes a swinger ! 

shes where the action is 

from skiing down the slopes 

to surfing in the sea !

[just-your-average-author]

My hear me out cake except that I'm frantically trying to explain that I'm not a phan conspiracist anymore however, after 15 years, do we all honestly believe that neither the incredibly beautiful and very handsome Dan Howell and Phil Lester have not had a single bit of male action trying to nail them in a relationship?? that whoever they decided to date would be so chill with them being extremely flirty, and living with their "best friend and coworker" for literal years and building their dream home for just the two of them and going on double dates with other couples.

like just logically that would require so much explanation. and I'm not saying that they haven't had swinger situations or orgies or whatever. but the idea that they would be in a secret committed relationship with literally anybody is mind-boggling to believe. You mean to tell me that their respective partners are just totally chill with an entire fan base shipping them, them living together for 15 years, basically, touring together and sharing a tour bus bed who knows how many times, And also literally excessively touching and flirting in every single video they post online.

like yes, I am totally understanding that polyamorous people exist and that in an open relationship it wouldn't really matter but at a certain point, I feel like some points would be made.

And don't get me wrong in the grand scheme of things, I know it doesn't matter And it's none of our business and that's completely fine. I completely understand people who are not at all invested in their dynamic or relationship and that's completely fine too. it's just that I still see people who are so passionately adamant that they are absolutely without a shadow of a doubt. not in a relationship and I really just want to tilt my head sometimes. again, it's totally fine if you believe that and it's totally fine. if you don't care, I'm not condemning that in any way shape or form. I just think it's wild to consider that they're just in full dating and committing relationships with other people with everything else going on. like yeah me and my best friend/coworker built a whole ass house together and have a mortgage and work together and have lived together for 15 years and low-key flirt on the internet and also tour together, but it's fine babe, don't worry about it, they're just a friend.

[mydaddywiki]

Howard Schnellenberger

Physique: Husky Build Height: 6' 1" (185cm)

Howard Leslie Schnellenberger (March 16, 1934 – March 27, 2021; aged 87) was an American football coach with long service at both the professional and college levels. He held head coaching positions with the NFL's Baltimore Colts and in college for the University of Miami, University of Oklahoma, University of Louisville, and Florida Atlantic University. He won a national championship with Miami in 1983. Schnellenberger worked extensively as an assistant coach at the college and professional levels, including as part of the staff of the undefeated 1972 Miami Dolphins.

From his white hair, bushy mustache, blazer-wearing and ever-present pipe made him look more businessman than football coach, he was one sexy man. And with that low voice of his…forget about it. Mmmmmm.

Born in Saint Meinrad, Indiana, Schnellenberger graduated from Flaget High School in Louisville, Kentucky, where he played football, basketball, and baseball and earned a scholarship to the University of Kentucky. Apparently, he was an elite tight end for the Kentucky Wildcats, being named a 1955 All-American.

He was married to his former cheerleader of a wife for over 62 years; they had three sons. I’m projecting here, but I wonder if they’re swingers. Probably not, but if they were, I wouldn’t be surprised. I personally would waste no time in tapping both of them in some serious 3-way action. Again my fruitful imagination is running away again. Schnellenberger died on March 27, 2021, in Boca Raton, Florida, eleven days following his 87th birthday.

Years Active: 1959–2011

Head Coaching Record Overall: 158–151–3 (college), 4–13 (NFL) Bowls: 6–0 Tournaments 2–1 (NCAA D-I-AA playoffs)

Accomplishments and Honors Championships: National (1983), Sun Belt (2007) Awards: Eddie Robinson Coach of the Year Award (1983), Paul "Bear" Bryant Lifetime Achievement Award (2021)

[tlou-reid]

quick lil hotch blurb bc i have no ideas!!! send requests here pls warnings: criminal mides-esque violence, unsub drugs his victims not characters are not drugged, bruises, cheesy writing where hotch and reader are undercover, not proofread or edited at all

Putting your mind to picking faces out of the crowd surrounding you and Aaron was getting increasingly harder with every step you took together. This was your first time being undercover with the BAU, and you really couldn’t fuck it up. Being the newest agent meant you felt the need to constantly be proving yourself. You needed to fit in and be good at the job.

So why were you letting yourself be distracted with the way your boss’ hand wrapped around you waist?

You and Hotch and been pulled to attend the gala at the local country club somewhere in the middle of New Jersey. The unsub had been targeting well-off, “taboo” couples. The first victims had been a married couple who were swingers, and the second had been a couple made up of a woman and her therapist. That was when the team was called in. Before the BAU had even landed, the third set of victims were a polyamorous trio. All of the couples had at least one member who was a member of a luxurious club: country clubs, yacht clubs, etc. They had been drugged, presumably by the unsub, well before the murders. However, it was appearing to be that the victims took the drugs by choice.

As the team was building their profile and studying victimology, the pattern had revealed itself. Reid set up a geographical profile with the murder sites and the clubs and found the one the unsub would be likely to come to next.

So, now, here you were. Swaying in an elegant gown with your older boss at a country club gala. A decent enough age gap was something that would be enticing to the unsub. Picking you and Hotch was the obvious choice as it would be believable. The youngest female on the team with the second oldest. Rossi would’ve been too old, the act wouldn’t have been believable. Morgan had even made a comment about how good you and Hotch looked together.

“A grey SUV just pulled up,” Prentiss informed through your ear piece. She was acting as security at the front, watching out for the car that had been spotted at the crime scene for the last couple. Hotch’s hands got tighter around your waist.

You would never know, and he would absolutely never admit, but he had been distracted as well. Your chest was pressed against his and your fingers had absentmindedly been playing with his hair from where they were wrapped around your neck. He had begun to feel relaxed in your arms, as if he was playing out a scene had been fantasizing about for a while. Maybe he had been, if he was honest.

Outside, Emily watched as the SUV drove around the back. There were undercover officers posted at all entrances. She informed everyone of its location and began to make her way inside.

It didn’t take long for the unsub to get inside. Officers had been told to let him in, but keep a very, very close eye. They couldn’t arrest him without any real proof. The plan was for him to get you to the SUV, where you would see all the drug memorabilia. The working theory was that was his rouse, getting the couples to have a ‘good time’ after earning their trust. Then, he’d take them to the murder site. His entrance sent you and Hotch into action.

You two danced for a little longer, showing off that you were a couple. Aaron had pulled you impossibly closer. “You ready?” He whispered in your ear with a fake smile. To any outsider it would look as if he was telling you sweet nothings. You responded with a curt nod, smiling as well.

You pulled away from him, “let me go grab us drinks, honey.” You put on a show, disappearing to the bar that Morgan was perched at. Hotch watched the unsub make his way over to you. The rouse had worked. He spoke your last name into his hidden mic, instructing you to be ready. You nodded, moving to be on the same side of the bar as Morgan. Being closer to the team made you feel safer.

It didn’t take long for there to be a tap on your shoulder. When you turned around, you were face to face with the unsub. The devolving unsub, who was murdering women he thought were like you. “Hello, ma’am,” he sounded so polite, it made you sick to your stomach. Hotch had begun moving closer, hand on his gun. “Are you here alone?”

“Uh,” you hesitated with fear for just a second, “no, I’m not. I’m here with my husband.” The unsub let a ‘hmm’, eyes scanning your arm, down to the ring you had put on your hand. He nodded, reaching for it. Your face twisted up, “what are you doing?”

“I bet that ring was expensive,” you could see the crazy in his eyes, “your husband must’ve worked for it.” Falling back in to your role, you let out a giggle. “Hardly, he’s a CEO. He does relatively no work and brings home the big bucks. That’s why I love him!”

“I bet he buys you a lot of nice things,” the unsub encouraged. It was as if hearing about the fake sugar daddy arrangement was turning on him on. “Oh he does! He always make sure I’m taken care of!” You were really selling it. You wanted him to think he could trust you. You needed to get thay invitation to the car.

The unsub took a step closer, and Morgan rose from his bar stool, just a few feet away. “Everything okay here?” He interrupted, trying to egg the unsub on. You went to tell him everything was fine, but the unsub took the bait.

“No!” His voice roared, pulling you into his arms. You could feel the cool press of a gun against your temple. “This isn’t okay! She’s a whore!” He was shaking, and you were trying your best to stay calm.

You were quickly surrounded by all the undercover officers that had been in the room. No civilians were allowed in, and everyone was wearing a vest. It was a dangerous setup, so safety was prioritized. Everyone’s guns were pointed at the unsub, but your brain didn’t understand that. It felt like you were being held at gunpoint by a million and one people.

“Easy, man,” Morgan coaxed. Your eyes stayed locked on his, trying to ignore the gun pressed against you and the arm that was squeezing your neck. “You gotta let her go.”

You stopped listening as Aaron’s face appeared behind Morgan. He was not pointing his gun, and he was looking right at you. You knew he was trying to calm you down with his intense stare. It was working.

It felt like you were in his arms forever, and you couldn’t hear what was going on. But you were released, pushed on the ground as the local police moved into cuff the unsub.

When your knees hit the ground, you started crying. You couldn’t hold back the tears as they began to fall. That wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to invite to the SUV, to do drugs. That’s what had happened with all of the other couples. Once you got him on the drug charge, the local police could get him for everything else.

“I’m sorry,” Aaron rushed to pull you into him, “I’m so sorry.” You didn’t want him to blame himself, but you couldn’t find any words as you sobbed. You just shook your head, letting him pull you into his arms. You gripped him as if your life depended on it. All the fear you had felt was surfacing and your body began to shake.

“You’re okay,” he soothed with a warm hand circling your back, “I’ve got you.” You two stayed like that until your tears subsided. Then, he reached out a hand, helping you get to your feet. To your surprise, he reached forward and wiped the tears from your eyes. His hands didn’t leave your body until you were in the back of an ambulance, getting your neck checked out from the unsub’s tight grip. He watched with worried-ridden eyes.

Aaron tucked himself into the back corner of the jet, not wanting anyone to engage with him. He felt so fucking guilty for everything had happened. How had he not seen it? Why did not he not interrupt the plan? You shouldn’t have ended up in that position, and it was his fault you had been.

His thoughts were racing and his eyes were focused on his shoes. Everyone else filed in, taking note of his seating choice. No one bothered him, until you came in. You placed yourself in the seat directly across from him, not saying anything.

It wasn’t until the jet took off that he even allowed himself to look you in the eyes. He didn’t deserve to, he knew that. “Aaron,” you started with a sigh, “please don’t do this.” He shook his head, dismissing your words. “I put your life at risk.” His voice sounded so desperate. He tried to not look at the bruise on your neck.

“That’s part of the job,” you spoke as you reached forward to grab his hands. “I put my life at risk every time we go in the field.” To your surprise, he let you hold his hands. “But this plan was stupid. We should have never even thought of it, let alone let follow through on it. There were other ways to catch him.” His voice was jaded, clearly angry at himself.

“But who knows how many more victims? Hotch, we got him. That’s what matters. We got him and we all made it back on the jet.”

“Aaron,” he said. Your face twisted up in confusion. “Please, keep calling me Aaron.”

“Aaron,” you gasped out, letting your thumb rub over his hand, “I’m okay.” You smiled at him, reinforcing your point. “I’m really glad you are.” He admitted, his grip on your hand getting tighter. “I don’t think this is appropriate, but I’d like to take you dancing for real. To say I’m sorry.” You let a little gasp, surprised at his words.

Your cheeks were heating up as your eyes scanned his face to make sure he was serious. Once you concluded he was, your face lit up into a wide smile. “Consider it a date.”

[weneverlearn]

WE NEVER LEARN with Eric Davidson on East Village Radio - w/guests Don Fleming & Jason Stern, 12/11/24

Check out the latest episode of my WE NEVER LEARN radio show on East Village Radio, where I deviate a bit from the spinning of underground garage punk trash (though there's some of that) and do an hour+ chat with the producers of the new Light in the Attic release, Why Don't You Smile Now: Lou Reed at Pickwick Records 1964-65, Jason Stern and Don Fleming.

We dig into the creation of this amazing compilation of songs Lou Reed worked on during his stint at the Pickwick Records' assembly line in Long Island City where Lou first met John Cale and whipped up some proto-Velvet Underground demos between knocking out hits-o-the-day knock offs.

Fleming -- aside from playing in some fine 1990s alt-pop bands (Velvet Monkeys, B.A.L.L., Gumball) -- also recorded the first Action Swingers single, so we dish about that early '90s trash masterpiece a bit too. And the early part of the show includes some other Lou rarities too...

The show is two hours long; the interview starts about an hour in. Click at the Mixcloud link above and/or visit the East Village Radio site here to scroll down to the stream.

[urlocalrambler]

devils night thoughts: banks/rika/michael/kai edition.

- i found the action between rika/banks/kai/michael to be so icky because its framed as rika & banks being the ones with an interest in each other, and kai & michael getting off on watching. and this is so performative lesbian vibes to me, it feels gross.

- i probably wouldn't have cared about PD's fb one-shot, the scenes in hideaway & nightfall, if it were just rika/banks enjoying each other. i mean, sure, it's cheating on some level, but damn, it makes more sense to me than the weird orgy/nearly-swinger vibes between kai/banks and michael/rika.

- let those girls enjoy themselves ALONE without their weird husbands who may/may not have unchecked crushes on the wrong woman (let's be honest, michael definitely thinks banks is stupidly hot. and kai was down bad for rika for way too long), or not at all.

- another way this would've bothered me less is if kai & michael had some action with each other, but no, that didn't happen.

- my opinion stands: eww to these scenes.

[milkyyawns]

one piece headcanons that mean nothing to most people but everything to me

put in no particular order because organizing my brainwaves would take too much energy today

Usopp is the second best cook of the crew, but has 0 gauge for how spicy his food is. he will smile and say its sweet while your mouth is on fire Sanji is very good at braiding hair

Sanji is secretly jealous that Usopp became a hunk over timeskip. He was really huffy over the change for a second before he found out he could lift Usopp with one hand. Sanuso thought on this; Sanji did not mind the view.

Everyone in the crew is funny but Jinbei is declared the funniest due to his ability to always deliver it in the best way possible.

There is a communal baby sling for Chopper, but Robin also made a really pretty one that she doesn't allow anyone else to use. It's not because Chopper WANTS to be in the baby sling(he likes it, tho), its out of convenience sake. Brook is a swinger

Zoro is chronically unable to grow facial hair, in secret he has asked Chopper and Law if there is any remedy. He doesn't have any body hair either. After timeskip Usopp came back with hair all over him, Zoro thought he did SOMETHING to cause this to happen. You can imagine the mortal shame he felt when he asked and Usopp said he shaved every day, and started to like facial hair on him after he got buffer. One time he tried to make a fake beard for himself, it looked terrible so he tried to wipe it off and it wouldn't budge. He went up to Nami and ended up paying 10k berries to keep her silence. Robin makes a habit of picking the other crew mates brains, especially once she opened her shell and whenever a new member joined. When Law appeared it took him avoiding her like the plague to not open up, and after 5 days he had to give in.

Like Luffy, Robin has the ability to figure out what someone needs to hear. Jinbei didn't know this until one day out of nowhere she walks up to him and invites him to relax with her, and she confessed later on in the day he seemed to be having a Rough Time and she wanted to remind him that he can take it easy when his brain is bothering him, and beyond that he can vocalize the thoughts and get them out of his brain. They have weekly self care nights together because of this and slowly the entire crew ends up joining. Luffy is very very creepy, but only to Sanji specifically. Luffy has decided its a game to try to get into the kitchen so he hides on the ceiling and crawls very slowly. Sanji catches him every time but the first few times it scared the shit out of him (he will never admit that, however.)

Robin is as much of a pervert as Franky, but it's a dialogue you have to unlock with her because she refuses to make people uncomfortable. Once you do, every once in a while a pair of lips appear next to your ear and say the freakiest joke imaginable. Nami will break out laughing in the middle of conversations because of it

Robin says the freakiest shit imaginable. theres no context to this shes just offputting.

every once in a while when Nami is feeling homesick, she intrusts Sanji with a orange based recipe from her mother. Sanji collects all of them and makes them when she thinks shes having a bad day. when she requests it to be made its special and they use HER fresh oranges, which she usually only hands over in small amounts. Nami can only make sweets and fruit based dishes. She usually stole her way into a good meal instead of cooking for herself.

Usopp has gone up to every single member of the crew and made multiple portraits for lost loved ones. It's like an initiations ceremony when he walks up with his sketchbook and sits down a new crew mate and starts asking questions. Everybody was very warmed by this but Brook specifically wrote an entire song because of how moved by this action he was.

Nobody will tell Luffy what vore is. They are scared he will start doing it. Usopp is to blame for him knowing that vore is a thing and nobody will let him live it down. (not sexual, obviously)

instead of what most fics do with Sanji being internally homophobic, my personal opinion is that hes actually terrified of hurting the other person. Its not that he doesnt want to be gay, its that he doesnt know how to show love as a man to another man. (For sanuso fans; Sanji confides in Usopp on this matter, and Usopp says in the most matter of fact way. "I dont know how to date anybody. Isnt the point of dating to figure out how each other love? What does gender have to do with it?" and it absolutely broke his brain, and healed something within himself. i lightly touch this in my sanusoami fic !)

Usopp makes gadgets on any occasion. If he hears you complain about the smallest thing once he will somehow make an item to fix that tiny little issue.

Sanji used to shave his legs until one day he overhears Nami say leghair is sexy, he to this day does not know that the context was her talking about Vivi and her's last night together. turns out the weird irritating feeling he had was him hating bare skin against his pants when fighting, and he never went back "Big Man" is Choppers formal nickname. Zoro calls him little man sometimes too but no one else does. Zoro can't read. (i know im not the only one who thinks this) Robin spies on the crew unless shes asleep when they're on the sunny. only Franky has caught on that she does it. she claims that its for security (which he doesn't deny is part of it) but he's convinced it's to slowly torture everybody in the most passive way possible. exhibit a: if she finds out something embarrassing she will almost talk about it for a week straight

i had an entire mental health thing i wanted to get into but i broke the limit halfway through. will do another post with it soon

[redtail-lol]

"Harris supports a ceasefire, what more do you want?" I want her to fucking do something about it.

I want her to withhold ALL weapons shipments to Israel. I want her to force Netanyahu's hand to work on a ceasefire deal and hostage deal, and not only accept a deal that greatly favors Israel and disadvantages Palestinians. Being in favor of a ceasefire isn't enough. She has to do something to make that shit happen. She's supposedly working with Biden "around the clock" to get a deal made but you have the fucking power over Israel!! You can say "do what we want or no more fucking weapons" AND THEY WON'T HAVE A CHOICE!! The work they're doing ain't enough because they won't fucking use their power to make Israel do what they want. I want Harris to have a clear plan about what she's going to do to end the genocide in Gaza, not 3 shitty sentences and unclear words. She knows this is THE issue that's splitting the vote, it should be her ONLY campaign focus honestly! She doesn't need anything else - no one is a swinger! You either want Trump elected, or you don't, and the only people who don't want Trump elected that say they won't vote for her? Are the Palestine advocates. There's no one else she has to convince. It's great she has plans for a lot of stuff, but the decisive issue between people voting for her and people voting for Sherman or not voting at all is Palestine, and she's clearly too scared to upset the people that want to see Palestine free. I want more than her sentimental bullshittery about how the Palestinian people deserve freedom and liberty but yet she's gonna still give Israel bombs to blow up Palestinian children. She's just gonna say "please don't use these to blow up Palestinian children like you did with all of our other bombs"

I want Harris to actually make something happen in Palestine. I don't expect her to dismantle Israel but I expect her to do SOMETHING to stop the death and suffering. Because her "support" for a ceasefire doesn't mean anything if she isn't willing to take away the weapons Israel is using to kill civilians. Because looking up her stances on Palestine are disappointing. She's trying to appeal to the pro Palestinian camp but she has no fucking plan of action and clearly is not on our side.

Vote Sherman and Blubear unless Harris actually decides to make a ceasefire happen by ending weapons shipments. Unless Harris decides she's going to punish Israel for every day it doesn't give Hamas a fair deal to get its hostages back and stop killing civilians

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Blooming Love

pairing: Fanon!Aemond Targaryen x Female OC

summary: Elaena Targaryen, daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Laena Valeryion, she was too much like her father much to the horror of her father.

Word count: 3.7K

Warnings: Fluff? Falling in love? Attempted butt grab, incest

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"Elaena! Come down this instant" Daemon yelled up at the skies, eyes wide with anger that slowly shimmered at the sight of the golden dragon emerging through the clouds.

Elaena huffed angrily as Vēzos landed on the hill. She climbed down with the help of the great beast, yes she was not as big as Caraxes yet but she was big enough to fly with Elaena and one more on her back. Elaena knew the reason for her father's anger, she had scared off yet another suitor in favour of becoming a warrior some day soon.

"What were you thinking?" Daemon hissed at his first born. Elaena rolled her eyes at him. Daemon wrapped a hand around her bicep knowing her tendencies of running away from him when he was angry to avoid a fight. His grip was barely noticeable not wanting to hurt his girl, Daemon was not that kind of parent.

"He was a dick" Elaena justified her actions. Daemon took a deep breath to calm himself. He looked at the castle behind them knowing Rhaenyra was standing somewhere watching them giggling. She had warned him that Elaena was not someone for marriage, long before Elaena bled for the first time.

Elaena did not shy away from the courtyard when Jacaerys and Lucaerys trained and even joined more than once but preferred to train with a soldier since neither one of them was able to keep up with her. She was light on her feet and took advantage of her smaller frame to dodge them before swinger her sword, she one defeated Jace in a matter of thirty seconds, Luce was of course the one keeping an eye on the time.

"Mind your tongue, you forget you are a princess" Daemon scolded. He did not know why Elaena was like this, Baela and Rhaena were nothing like their older sister, always listening to him and never disobeying him.

"He tried grabbing my ass!" Elaena ripped her arm out of his hold not like he fought it. He felt furious at the new information, no father would be calm in a situation like this but he must keep an open mind.

"That is no excuse for Vēzos to burn his horse" Daemon took a deep breath. He was more than relieved to know that Elaena could defend herself but she was a girl, she was of marriageable age yet she still was not betrothed.

"She enjoyed her meal" Elaena turned to look at her golden beauty with a smirk on her lips. Vēzos let out a loud roar when her rider eyed her. She was usually a gentle dragon, have never seen war obviously.

The bond the two shared made Daemon doubt his own bond with Caraxes. Vēzos which meant sun in Valyrian hatched in Elaena's cradle only hours after her birth which led to him and Laena having to keep her on their shoulders whenever they held their daughter until she was able to hold her herself but that was not for long. By the time Elaena was six name days old she had a melt down as they had to move Vēzos out of the palace since she was causing more and more destruction by the hour. For a whole moon Vēzos would spend her night flying by Elaena's window watching her sleep but now the great beast preferred to sleep on the golden sands Dragonstone.

"Elaena" Daemon warned. Elaena turned to look at him with a softer gaze making his heart flutter, he can never be mad for long at his firstborn child, his heir through and through.

"Please stop pushing me father, I am not one for marriage. Leave me to my sword and arrows and marriage for Baela and Rhaena" Elaena begged holding onto his arms. Daemon sighed and pulled Elaena in for a hug rubbing her back affectionately.

"As Issa zaldrīzes wishes" Daemon whispered against her hairline. They both knew that Daemon was merely humouring her and soon enough Rhaenyra and him will send lords her way discreetly before she figures it out and scare the poor boys away. Elaena sighed hearing her nickname 'my dragon' flowing through his lips.

"Avy jorrāelan, kepa" Elaena whispered against the leather of his tunic. Daemon chuckled patting the back of her head. The two pulled away from each other with soft smiled on their faces. Elaena turned to Vēzos giving her a silent command to go back to the beach and rest.

"Avy jorrāelan, tala" Daemon muttered wrapping an arm around Elaena and pulled her towards the castle. Elaena leaned into his side enjoying the rare moment they had together with each other only for company, it was hard with the amount of siblings she had now, her younger twin sister, Baela and Rhaena followed by Jacaerys and Lucaerys other than the children joffery, Aegon and Viserys and the babe Rhaenyra was to birth soon.

"Sometimes it does not feel like it, you and I have not sparred in what feels like years" Elaena admitted. She loved her blood and step-siblings, truly she did, but she was human still and felt jealousy that her father spent time with them more than her sometimes.

"I shall beat you tomorrow" Daemon teased, nudging her shoulder making her giggled. He eyed the darkening sky knowing supper was going to be soon where he and Rhaenyra will announce that the family will be traveling to the Keep for the king's name day.

Elaena grinned widely as she spread her arms ignoring the worried screaming of her father and Rhaenyra. She was chained to Vēzos so she did not see what the fuss was about. Her hips will be sore from the strain of the chains and maybe some bruises but nothing she could not handle. She let out a loud laugh as Vēzos swooped down showing the dragonpit but Elaena was still not ready to dismount her dragon and stirred her to circle around the palace earning the attention of many in the Keep as the golden scales shinned under the sunlight, one of those people was Aemond who was stood alongside his mother and siblings to welcome the family.

Elaena giggled finally letting Vēzos land in the dragonpit. She ignored the looks she was receiving and made her way out of there with a huge smile on her face. She moved to stand behind her father who was smirking seeing his adventure in his daughter however he could only hope she did not have his recklessness.

"Your grace" Elaena curtsied to Alicent who gave the platinum blonde a wearily smile. Aegon barely spared any of them a second glance while his sister/wife had a soft welcoming smile on her face missing her childhood best friend.

"Helaena! How are you? How are the twins?" Elaena was the one to break the awkward silence turning to her best friends. They were closer during their childhood but their letters never ceased for a second.

"They are alright, down for a nap right now" Helaena answered widening her smile. Elaena noticed how tense everyone was and was wondering what she could say or do to end the awkwardness around the family. Her eyes moved over to her other cousins noticing the missing Daeron, she heard that he was sent to Oldtown a while back. Her eyes paused on Aemond's one eye that was watching her curiously. She gave him a small smile knowing to be weary of him and he nodded back with his cold face still present.

The last time she had seen her cousin was when he had lost his eyes to Luce's knife. She felt horrible because he did not deserve such a fate, people said he stole Vaghar but there was no such a thing as stealing a dragon, it is an illusion like king Visery's said, the dragons are not pets to be controlled, they are mighty beasts and they are who choses to ride them not the other way around.

"Was that you earlier cousin? Did not believe that your rogue blood passed down to your daughter, uncle" Aegon smirked at his own words. Helaena elbowed him but he ignored her and resumed looking smugly at his uncle.

"One of his daughters was bound to be as strong as he is, my prince" Elaena snapped at her uncle with a glare on her face. She knew her sisters would not take her words to heart. Usually they are the ones to tell her those exact same words when they would spend their nights together braiding each other's hair and gossip like any group of sisters.

Elaena was blessed with straight her like her father's unlike her sisters who inherited their mother's curls. When Laena passed during from her dragon's fire, Vaghar who Aemond rode now, Elaena could not bare to look at her sisters for at least five moons and whenever they would step into a room she would excuse herself and leave. The twins eventually cornered her and assured her through her melt down when she finally glanced up at the two of them, that brought them even closer to one another much to the delight of their father and Rhaenyra who Elaena grew closer to as the years passed.

Elaena and Rhaenyra's relationship was rocky in the beginning because Elaean refused to accept her marriage to her father. Daemon understood his daughter and worked to regain his daughter's trust. Elaena took to the skies during their wedding and did not return until the moon was high in the sky. Aegon's birth brought the family back together because Elaena was unable to resist loving and adoring him. She usually steals him to play with him and gave him a wooden figure of a dragon that he even at a young age adores and those who touch it be damned, he will scream his lungs out so Rhaenyra now makes the maids take him out when cleaning his nursery so they can clean the figurine.

"The maids shall escort you to your rooms so you can rest before the feast" Alicent spoke tensely eyeing the maids standing to the side. Elaena's eyes moved from the maids noticing that Aemond was still eyeing her with what she could only identify as admiration but that was impossible, he had Vaghar there was no way he admired her small show earlier.

"Thank you, your grace" Rhaenyra nodded at Alicent. Elaena smirked noticing the sarcasm in her step-mother's voice when saying Alicent's title. She curtsied one last time and followed her sisters into the palace.

"What do you think?" Elaena questioned, twirling a little in front of her sisters. She wore a black dress to show off her house colours. The dress off shoulder and had a little plunge showing the top of her breasts. It reached to the floor and when she twirled small golden shimmers showed off the golden threads in the fabric, she had chosen this specific shade of gold since it matched with Vēzos's scales.

"Beautiful as ever, Leana" Rhaena complimented. The sisters gave sad smiles to each other, ever since their mother's death the twins started nicknaming their sister Laena, the only difference between Elaena and her mother's name was one letter that her sisters rended useless when speaking with her.

"Thank you, however I look not even close to your beauty" Elaena touched Baela's curls making the girl giggle. A knock on the door broke their giggles.

"Come in" Rhaena called, it was her room after all. Daemon stepped into the room smiling, his smile widened at the sight of his eldest children being together.

"Guess it is time for us to leave?" Rhaena asked. She stood up from the sofa she was sat on along with Baela. Daemon nodded his and stepped to the side letting the twins pass through before turning to Elaena.

"You look beautiful, Issa zaldrīzes" Daemon complimented. Elaena touched the fabric of her dress with her finger tips with a tiny smile on her face.

"Thank you, kepa" Elaena walked over to her father and leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek. Daemon had to lean down for her to be able to reach even on her tip toes but he had learned to never mention this to her after receiving the silent treatment from her for three days and had to calm a beaten Jace after sparring with Elaena.

"Come, we do not want to be late" Daemon held out his arm for her to take. He enjoyed her soft touch inside his elbow. He worried for her the most because he knew that no mater how strong she was she was living in a man's world but he had promised earlier that week to not mention marriage and he intended to keep his promise this time, at least for a while before his dark thoughts took over again.

The pair walked into the hall after being announced. Elaena was surprised when the music stopped and everyone turned their attention to them, she knew she was royalty but sometimes it was hard to believe. She noticed the presence of the entire family, even Rhaenyra, Aegon and Viserys and the only one missing was the king. Daemon led his daughter to her sit directly beside his displaying her as his heir instead of Aegon his firstborn son. Rhaenyra of course felt no hurt or displeasure being her father's heir.

Elaena did not have time to sit before the king was announced. Her heart hurt seeing her uncle walk in with the help of a cane and his guard. Alicent scrambled to help him sit down on his seat in the middle of the table before the music picked up again and everyone got distracted by something else.

Elaena eyed her father who gave her a nod of encouragement, Rhaenyra who was occupying Daemon's other side between him and the king, eyed the two confused. Elaena pushed her chair back slowly and moved in front of the table stopping when she was directly in front of her uncle. This earned the attention of Viserys and Alicent along with their children, Helaena and Aemond while Aegon was already drunk somewhere probably flirting with some poor lady.

"Your majesty" Elaena curtsied to her king uncle. She felt her heart clench when she saw the confusion on his face when he did not recognise her and leaned over to Alicent so she can whisper in his ear "This is Elaena, my love"

"Ah Elaena, you have become more beautiful with time my dear niece" Viserys' voice was weak as he spoke. Elaena pushed back the tears that wet her eyes and plastered a smile trying to act and treat him normally as if he was not sick and dying, she knew it must be exhausting for him being treating like that by everyone around him.

"if you would allow me your grace, I have prepared a gift I wish to give you on this glorious day" Elaena steadied her voice not forgetting that she was a princess now after the reminder earlier when she stepped into the room. She ignored the feeling of someone's gaze burning through her body and fought the shiver when she realised the violet eyed belonged to her cousin.

"Of course my dear girl" Viseryes gave a weak nod. Elaena turned to her hand maiden who stepped over holding a box in her hands. She opened the box herself to show the king a wooden figurine of the iron throne with a man sitting on it, it was he when he was still healthy and handsome. What do you give a man who had everything? Was what Elaena wondered before the idea struck her, she was talented in crafting wood so she decided this was the best gift she can come up with.

"You made this?" Viserys questioned rising up from his chair. Alicent too stood up holding his arm and helping walk around the table and over to Elaena.

"With my own hands" Elaena answered, smiling at her uncle who stopped in front of her. Viserys reached over and touched his own face on the figurine probably remembering the days he looked thins handsome.

"Thank you, niece, you have given me a gift I will cherish until my last breath" Viserys whispered. Elaena grinned satisfied with herself. She was shocked when Viseryes wrapped his free around her and pulled her closer placing a kiss on her forehead. He gave her a sad smile before returning to his seat. Elaena's handmaid handed the box with the figurine to a guard who was instructed to take it to the King's own bedchamber.

Elaena sat back down in her seat with a genuine smile on her face. Daemon reached over and grasped her hand in his over the table giving it a squeeze. She squeezed it back knowing her father cared a lot for his brother like she cared for all of her siblings. Elaena smiled as her sisters left her side to dance with Jace and Luce each with her betrothed. She enjoyed the sound of the music and laughter of the people, she imagined sword fighting as a dance and that is how she ended up being better than her sisters at it with the right motivation.

"May I have this dance, princess?" Elaena snapped out of her train of thought and looked up at the person who spoke. It was Aemond with a hand extended for her take. Elaena did not want to embarrass him or herself so she placed her hand into his noticing the size difference immediately which sparked a new feeling inside of her or maybe it was just his touch.

"You may" She gave him a small smile. Daemon watched with a raised eyebrow as his eldest daughter pushed back her chair and allowed her cousin to lead her to the dance floor. Rhaenyra noticed Daemon tense and held his hand under the table to calm him down, they both knew that Elaena was able to defend herself if Aemond tried anything but like any parent Daemon worried and so did Rhaenyra who viewed the girl as her own.

"It has been a long time, cousin" Aemond was the one to break the silence between the pair as they glided skilfully on the dance floor.

"It has, I wondered how you and your siblings have been fairing as of lately" Elaena kept her voice soft and words polite. Aemond twirled her before bringing her back close to his body. They were chest to chest but they were yet to touch anywhere other than her hand in his and the on his shoulder while his was around her waist.

"I am sure Helaena has kept you up to date" Aemond smirked. His gaze moved to his sisters sitting in between two empty seats one for her elder brother and husband while the other was his own. She was too busy to notice as she played with her daughter in her lap.

"She has, she mentioned your liking of sparring" Elaena pulled back from him and held both of his hands as they twirled in a circle before coming close to one another again however this time Aemond's grip was stronger around her waist.

"Not for tourney like many speak" He smirked down at her. She chuckled shaking her head remembering Helaena mentioning how he insisted he was on that piece of information.

"I know, I was going to suggest a match" It was Elaena's turn to smirk when she saw the shocked look on his face.

"You and I?" He questioned unsure. Elaena did not answer as she twirled letting her dress flare around her before stepping closer to him again. Aemond's eye focused on her dress for a second as the gold showed under the candle light while she sauntered her figure in front of him.

"Who else?" She teased. Aemond and her dancing ceased with the music. They were in the middle of the room with the other couples around them.

"Another dance?" Aemond offered his hand again. Elaena smiled and took his hand again. She curtsied and he bowed before the next song began and the other couples began moving.

"They seem fond of each other?" Alicent whispered to Viserys who was also watching his second son and his niece. They both had smile on their faces as they danced in the middle. Daemon slammed his hand down on the table and stood up when Aemond picked up Elaena and twirled her, it was part of the dance but he hated it, usually only married couples did that while unmarried couple opted to do a twirl together with minimum touching.

"Lykirī" Rhaenyra was fast with her movements pulling him back down to his seat. He was breathing heavily with anger, he wanted to jump over the table and killing his nephew for even looking in his daughter's way.

"You are acting as if you did not want to marry her off only a week ago" Rhaenyra joked trying to lighten the mood and make him take his mind off his anger before he does something that will end with him without a head.

"Not to the likes of him" Daemon hissed glaring at Aemond. Aemond of course did not notice being too enamoured by Elaena. She giggled as he twirled her one more time. Aemond felt lighter on his feet as he reconnected with one of his childhood friends, he could not remember the reason behind him refusing to contact her. During that awful night she was silent siding with no one being torn but he still remembered the feel of her hand on his when she passed by trying to comfort him before her father pulled her out of the room.

"Will I see you tomorrow on the training grounds?" Aemond questioned, when the night have ended and he offered to walk her to her room. Elaena paused by the door of her room and turned to look at him with her back to the door.

"Of course, I will not pass a chance to beat you" Elaena teased. Her teeth were showing through her smile. She felt happy and giddy and for once she could not blame the wine since she had none, not even a sip.

"I will leave you to dream of that victory but let me tell you it will never become a reality" Aemond humoured back. Elaena rolled her eyes playfully at him.

"We will see, Kēpus" Was the last thing she said before slipping into her room and closing the door separating them. She had the biggest smile on her face as she slept that night and excitement in her body unable to wait for the next day.

[dema-heart]

can you do a hobie x hippie y/n (wears wrap tops & long flowy skirts, lots of chimy jewelry, distracts the police from hindering his spidering) that loves to be his little spider-man cheerleader, but like has no sense of self-preservation, is reckless, and is soooo sure that they can handle themselves?

You're a real piece of work

Hobie x hippie (mostly) fem!reader

Sfw

Mentions of cops ,protests, and feminine clothing

Use of the term goddess toward the end

Warning: Me attempting to write action lol

The first time you'd seen spiderpunk in person was when he came crashing into the jewelry stand at the farmer's market you'd been looking at. He laid there with a groan as you looked him over, more curious than scared. You'd heard about him, hell who hadn't, the punk themed web swinger who's fought against what he felt was wrong. Some of his ideas lined up with yours, and some didn't, but the way he fought against it all sat well with your own reckless self.

There was commotion to your left, You looked only to see officers making their way over. Quickly without thinking, you tossed your long over-sized sweater over him, hoping he'd get the message to cover up. He looked at you, the eyes of his mask squinting, but you just nodded your head before running up to the officers.

"Officers!! Thank goddess you're here! Spiderman just came crashing into my jewelry stand!" Your voice was a practiced panic as you pretended to be startled. Your hand riddled with rings clutched at the necklaces dangling on your chest as you pointed out the obviously wrecked booth. "He went running off in that direction just before you got here please you have to hurry he can't get away with this!"

The officers looked you over, eyes narrowed in question. You shifted your booted feet, long skirt swaying. Everyone knew better than to get this close to the officers. Most just got out of their way or ignored them if around but You knew if you did that, they'd find your new favorite hero, so instead you made a scene hoping they'd take the bait.

"Thank you ma'am will get right on it. The force will not forget your help today." One of the officers nodded before they walked off in the direction you'd pointed in. You grinned, snickering to yourself once they were out of ear shot before walking back to the booth.

Peaking in, you saw your sweater and a poorly hidden spiderpunk. "You're not the best at hiding, huh?" you chuckled, raising a hand to help him out of the booth rubble.

"Not usually the type to hide, but you went through all that work for me to do so." He shrugged, dusting himself off. He reached down grabbing your sweater shaking it before handing it over. "Thanks though can always use a break...sorry bout the shop" He nodded his head back toward the ruined booth.

"Oh... that...no thank you. S'not mine but the owner keeps stealing a friend of mines ideas so I had planned on doing something about it today" You smiled mischievously as your previous plans ran through your head.

"A trouble maker then" He chuckled. Getting ready to swing off not before taking a look at the bracelets that littered your wrist. "hm here. A thanks" He slipped one of his thinner spiked bracelets off and handed it to you. It didn't match your current look; a pale green and brown wrap shirt, paired with a long thin flowy skirt, your earthy tones and the black spiked leather clashing, but you didn't mind. As you slipped it on admiring the way it meshed,He'd swung off giving a two finger salute.

Since then, you'd both left quite the impression on each other. Constantly running into each other at protests or him having to save you when you once again risked it all to help someone or prove a point. In return you'd covered for him more times than he'd like to admit ,allowing him to get away from cops or reporters with ease or even allowing him to rest by hidding him in alley ways or stores you knew supported him, and he respected your courageousness the same way you respected his.

This time was no different. You were at a festival before all hell broke loose....you rushed forward against the panicked crowd, having seen some young kid getting swept along. You pushed and elbowed your way through people, the spiked bracelet sitting on your wrist along with your normal jewelry as your own lucky charm. You grabbed the kid by the back of their shirt, pulling them to you roughly, not caring about the bodies pushing against you or the hits you were taking as you covered the kid before pulling them out and to the side.

"You okay, little one?" Your voice was calm and soothing a big difference from your ruffled appearance. The kid nodded before their eyes lit up, looking up into the sky. You looked up watching spider-punk swing by. You immediately stood up yelling a 'took you long enough' before cheering him on. Your hand had never left the kids, though, and as things got rougher, you moved to see if their was somewhere you could take the kid in all the chaos only to get stopped by their hand squeezing yours. you looked down at them and watched as fear took over their features. Confused, you looked back only to see what was probably a mangled up booth flying toward you both.

'Well Shit' was all you thought before grabbing the kid and pulling him into your chest, turning so you'd take the brunt of the hit and bracing for impact.

The hit never came and as you opened your eyes, you saw webbing holding all the debris from hitting you or the kid. Spider-punk coming down to check on you both.

"We've got to stop meeting like this, luv. I'm starting to think you like danger more than you like me. " his tone was teasing as he watched a mother come rushing forward to grab the kid you'd protected twice now.

"I don't know I think I like both pretty equally" You grinned taking a step closer to the masked hero.

"Well, that's no good." You couldn't tell, but you swore he was smiling. The sound of heavy footed boots and police sirens made both your heads snap to the side.

"Think that's my que," You said grinning as you turned back to face him, slipping one of your necklaces off you motioned for him to bend down. He did allowing you to slip it over his head, the rock and gem themed necklace looking just as out of place on him as the spiked bracelet on your wrist. "A thank you...and maybe a see you later" You said grinning as he looked from the necklace that had a little spider skull pendant in the center to you.

Sun light shined behind you giving you a golden hue and the wind picked up slighty causing your thin, flowy clothes to sway in a graceful manner and with that smile on your face you looked like a goddess, a beautiful earthy goddess, and spiderpunk for a second honestly thought you might be one before that mischievous look came across your face and you were pulling him toward you by his jacket his hand quickly coming up to grab yours in surprise before you pushed off him falling to the ground. From any other point of view, it looked like he shoved you for stopping him. The cuts and scraps form you pulling the kid out the crowd earlier really working in your favor here.

"Officer! Officers, please help over here! Spiderman attacked me! Please, you have to hurry." You wailed out before winking up at spiderpunk and whispering 'go' as you watched the Officers come running toward you. He got the message smirking under his mask as he webbed the nearest lamp post swinging away. He'd look back to see the officers help you up, and you'd stumble, causing them to have to stay behind long enough to secure you were alright and get your take on what happened. He'd laughed, always amazed at how bold you were and how good your acting was in these moments.

...and maybe later he'd find the lil tag on the necklace you gave him with 'your biggest fan♡ find me here!' And your address written on it.

...and maybe just maybe he'd pay you a visit...just to make sure the risk-taking goddess hadn't gotten themselves too hurt while he wasn't looking...

Oh my gosh ! Thank you for the lovely request, Firefly! I hope you liked it. I'm not necessarily familiar with hippie style or mannerisms, but I did make a whole pintrest board just to make sure I had some idea of what I was working with. I went for less established and more build up for their relationship, and I tried to keep it as neutral but fem leaning as possible (off your choice of clothing).

( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

[my-rewrite-academia]

what are class 1-a's (and 1-b's, if you want to include them) childhood favorite heroes and what are their current favorite heroes (if it changed)?

Hello! I do actually have them in my notes, though I don't have it for 1-B. Sorry, but I can do 1-A!

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Aoyama Yuuga: All Might. No question, he loves the way All Might presents himself, and how he smiles in the face of despair. All Might is the pinnacle of heroism, in his eyes

Ashido Mina: Ryukyu. She thinks of her as an absolute icon, adoring her humble attitude, yet her ferocity in battle. Plus, all those clips of her being soft with children helped fuel her adoration

Asui Tsuyu: Gang Orca. Along with his aquatic-based quirk, she indentifies with his past, which he's open about, admitting how people would mock and bully him for being mutant, but strived towards heroics to help others accept their traits

Bakugou Katsuki: All Might. Mostly due to his strength and how he never loses. Alas, his ultimate dream is to surpass All Might and become the strongest, though this conflicts how he percieves All Might as unbeatable

Hagakure Tooru: Gunhead. It's less due to his strength or achievements, and more due to how threatening and strong he looks, only to be absolutely adorable in all the interviews. She loves that dichotomy

Iida Tenya: Ingenium, as if there is another option. In his eyes, Ingenium is the ideal hero. While he may not be as strong as All Might, or taken down as many villains as Endeavour, he will always see his brother as the best there could be

Jirou Kyouka: Present Mic. His tenacity, his never-ending joy, his pure enthusiasm, everything. She adores it all, and when he speaks up about how music can save people just as much as heroes do, it solidifies her choice of favourite hero

Kaminari Denki: Endeavour, (subject to change), due to how strong he is, and how many villains he's taken down. As someone with a dangerous quirk, Denki sees Endeavour's Hellfire and admires how he's able to control it so easily, especially with his flaming beard

Kirishima Eijirou: Crimson Riot, all the way through. His manliness, his view on courage, his inspirational speeches towards the newer generation. Maybe Crimson Riot isn't as well known as modern-day heroes, but he will forever be Eijirou's number one

Kouda Kouji: Hound Dog. While he may appear threatening, Hound Dog genuinely cares about others, and takes pride in his counselling job, (unlike canon). Plus, he has an animal-based quirk and Kouji adores all animals. Apart from bugs

Midoriya Izuku: Of course, All Might. Not just his strength, or his no-lose win streak, (apart from AfO), but his actions. The way he inspires everyone, his yearn for peace, his unwavering smile. His message of: anyone can become a hero. Even after All Might says no, Izuku still greatly admires him

Mineta Minoru: Midnight. Yes, groan all you want. He admires how, rather than just using her looks for popularity, she weaponises it, using it to distract men, (and women), getting their guards down. For once, he admires something other than physique

Ojirou Mashirao: Swinger. He's an original hero, who has a monkey mutation. He's very crafty in the way he uses his mutation. He inspired a lot of Mashirao's moves, and helped him look past his bullies

Satou Rikidou: Lunch Rush. His stance on cooking helped Rikidou find pride in his baking, and his upbeat attitude. The fact that he cooked a full-course French meal for up to ten-thousand people says a lot, and Rikidou admires it

Sero Hanta: Spiderguy. He would have called himself Spiderman, but it'd been copyrighted long before. His use of webbings to capture criminals and to swing across the city inspires Hanta to use his own quirk in similar ways

Shouji Mezou: Godzillo. Ever since he was little, he liked watching his interviews about how he was bullied for his appearance when he was young and strove to be a hero to help others accept themselves. It helped him strive to become a hero

Todoroki Shouto: At first, he doesn't really have one. He doesn't really admire heroes, when the only one he's had a close look at is Endeavour and, well... This is subject to change

Tokoyami Fumikage: Hawks, (subject to change). He admires his strive, how he became such a high-ranking hero at such a young age. His creativity with his quirk is also an inspiration

Uraraka Ochako: A la canon, Thirteen. They're the staple of resuce-based heroics, and both of their quirks affect force. Plus, Thirteen isn't ashamed to admit to being brought up poor, which Ochako identifies with

Yaoyorozu Momo: Miruko, no question. She loved her ferocity in battle, and while she dislikes her lack of cooperation, she still admires her strength in battle, and how her status inspires a generation of women and women in heroics

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Thanks for the ask!