#fruity ass little pose

[sullenmemory]

man what the hell is he doing

[fancysilverfox]

Have a funky little Hosea sketch while I search for my will to live at work today ✨️

Also congrats to me for my first Hosea Fucks Friday post mwah

[nrosedraws]

greyscale sketch of the guy

[pellucid-constellations]

R&R

Pairing: Cassian x Reader

Summary: Cassian was tired and you were taking forever to get your ass back home.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: nothing! fluff <3

a/n: A little drabble as I ignore my homework.

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Cassian was tired. 

He felt it in his bones and the cracks of his skin.

Dirt was ingrained in every crevice of his leathers, dusting out as he shucked the articles to the ground and stepped into the steaming bath. Training didn’t usually take this much out of him, but there were a host of recruits that he needed to train, all so eager to be part of the troops after the victorious War with Hybern. 

All eager but so, so inept.  

And then you weren’t home when he got here, which pissed him off. 

All he could think about during the hours of training drills and conditioning and corrections was coming home to you, pressing his face into your neck, and falling asleep to the warmth of your skin. He had sent a spark down the bond when he started his journey home, which—to him—was a request for you to come home as well. 

You did not. 

Cassian dried himself off and threw on the closest pair of cotton pants he could find, falling into bed with a huff. 

Ridiculous. 

He was in bed and he was alone. 

He covered his eyes with the bulk of his arm. 

He’d sleep then. Fine. 

Only he couldn’t sleep. The bed smelled like you and he tugged at the bond again. This time, you actually did offer him a reply, and Cassian wanted to drown in the warmth you sent through his chest. 

Where the hell were you?

He flipped onto his stomach and shoved his face into a pillow. He should be able to sleep without you there. He was Illyrian; he had slept in far worse conditions. On rocks, in a tree, standing up against war-torn buildings—Cassian could sleep anywhere at any time. But then he met you and he fell in love with you and you weren’t getting your ass home fast enough.

Cauldron help him if you ever decided to go on vacation. 

Mor had tried something like that when you were freshly mated, posing a girl's trip to you and Feyre. That idea hadn’t gone far.

It had been more about sex and lust and being so enamored by you that he couldn’t breathe back then. Right now he just wanted to get some damn sleep. 

The bedroom door clicked open and unrelenting joy washed away the irritation he was harboring for you. Because how could he be irritated when you came into the room all soft and smiley and bright? Upon further contemplation, Cassian decided that no, he wasn’t ever irritated at you, actually. 

“Hi, Cass,” you called, the sound muting the headache that had begun to form behind the general’s eyes. “How were the recruits? Are they ready to charge into battle?”

You flitted about the room, taking off your coat and setting your bags down and not paying attention to him at all. Cassian fought the urge to tackle you onto the bed just to get you to stop moving. He couldn’t even get a good look at you like this, and he hadn’t seen you all day. He left before you woke up. 

“Yeah maybe in a few years,” Cassian grumbled, following you with his eyes as you started cleaning up the damn room. “C’mere, sweetheart.” 

“I will in just a moment. This place is a mess. You got dirt everywhere, did you know that?” 

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up later, just come here.” 

You tsked and ignored him. Cassian cursed at the ceiling.

“I was out with Mor earlier and we stopped by Nyx's school to surprise him,” you giggled, grabbing a stupid broom. “He was adorable, of course. He painted you and Az for one of his projects in art. You’ll have to see it when he brings it home. I swear, Cass, he is just hmph—” 

The broom clattered to the floor, forgotten along with the dirt that lined the wood. Your cheeks were encased by Cassian’s hands as he kissed you, and he ran one back to entangle it with your hair. Gods, you smelled good, like strawberries or apples or whatever fruity perfume you were trying while you were out shopping. Cassian deepened the kiss and relished in the surprised sound you made. 

“You didn’t even kiss me when you came in,” he practically pouted, lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “Or look at me.” 

You gripped at his biceps to keep yourself upright, his body pressed so closely to yours. “I didn’t mean to,” you whispered. 

“I know.” He nudged your nose with his. “Lay down with me.” 

“But the floor—” 

“Lay down with me,” he repeated.

A brief pause, a small nod; right now, it took very little to make Cassian so inexplicably happy. 

He gathered you in his arms the moment your body hit the sheets, burying his face in your neck like he was supposed to do about thirty minutes ago. And then you ran your fingers across his scalp and Cassian decided he was dead. There was no other explanation for this type of bliss. 

“Did you have a bad day?” you asked softly. 

“Day was fine. Long, but fine,” he grumbled, pulling you tighter, pressing his lips to your skin. 

You hummed. “Then why couldn’t I clean the room?” 

“Because I’m tired and you were over there.” 

“Not seeing the correlation, my love.” 

Tire was weighing heavy on Cassian’s mind. His body relaxed even more into the bed as his hands ran down the length of your body. 

“I need to hold you to fall asleep,” he replied as if it were obvious. Because it was. 

“Oh.” 

He grunted out a confirmation.

“Well, I’m not exactly ready for bed yet and I told Rhys—” 

“I love you,” Cassian interrupted. “Please stop talking.” 

And then Cassian was no longer pissed or annoyed or tired because nothing was out of place. Sleep found him quickly.

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Versace heels

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: smut

word count: 3k

warnings: not proofread, switch!reader, switch!hyunjin, foot/high heel fetish (she steps on him), light bondage, degradation, foot worship, shoe kissing, oral (f), unprotected sex, cumshot, cum eating

a/n: saw this post by @hyungszn and had to do this as soon as i woke up. i wrote this in 2 hours and i'm unwell. hope y'all like it hehe🫶🏻

~ Masterlist

Your eyes scan the crowd at the Versace after party, a glass of champagne held delicately between your fingers, your manicured nails tapping the side of it in time with the music.

As you're taking a sip of the sweet, fruity drink your eyes land on his.

You know he's been checking you out all night, mirroring your pose in this moment, trying to hide the smirk forming on his face behind the glass.

He's been waiting for the right moment, when the lights dimmed, couples and friends making their way to the dancefloor as he made his way to you.

He seemed to glide towards you as you gave him a smirk, your eyes hooded as you never took them off of him, setting your glass on the table next to you.

"Care to dance?" he reaches his hand towards you and you place yours in his palm, sliding your fingertips along his slender fingers.

"Lead the way." you say, a little breathless as he takes you to the dancefloor.

Like magnets, you're pulled close to each other as his hands land on your waist and yours wrap around his shoulders.

"You look beautiful tonight." he whispers with a smile.

"You always say that." you chuckle.

"It's the truth." Hyunjin's eyes seem to sparkle under the lights.

You look around to check if anyone is watching the two of you, noticing that everyone was in their own world you lean closer to him.

"You wanna get out of here?" you whisper and Hyunjin lets out a giggle as he leans his cheek on yours.

"Let'a just dance a little bit more."

A romantic, slow melody fills up the space as you close your eyes and take a deep breath in, breathing Hyunjin in, feeling nostalgic after not seeing him for months.

His hands slide to your lower back, tracing patterns in your exposed skin, his fingertips dipping to the swell of your ass.

Your fingers tangle in his hair as the two of you move side to side, twirling slowly in a circle, one you've danced many times before.

"There are empty rooms upstairs." Hyunjin whispers suddenly and you chuckle.

"Took you long to suggest that." you say sarcastically, making him pinch the flesh on your ass teasingly.

"It was you who wanted to skip the dance." he says as he takes your hand in his, your fingers entwined.

You only chuckle, leading him through the crowd, away from the dancefloor and the curious looks.

Hyunjin is impatient, his body craving yours, and he presses you against the wall in the hallway, his lips smashing into yours before you can even realize what's happening.

You squeal and with a smile against his lips, you melt into the kiss and the familiarity of it all, hand in his hair again, pulling on the locks slightly as he squeezes your hips.

"You have lipstick all over you now." you giggle, your thumb coming up to wipe away the red lipstick that smeared with your heated kiss.

"I missed you." he leans his forehead on yours, closing his eyes with a longing look on his face.

"I missed you too, Jinnie." you say, leaving a little peck on his plump lips.

You make your way upstairs, giggling and excited to finally have each other close.

Finding one of the empty bedrooms in the mansion, Hyunjin quickly closes and locks the door.

As soon as he turns to look at you, you grip his tie and pull him close to you, crashing your lips on his in a passionate kiss, your tongues dancing together, teeth clashing and spit dribbling down your chin but you don't care how messy it is.

"I really love that dress on you." he breathes hard, his eyes now darker.

"But what I love even more are those heels you're wearing." he adds, licking his lips.

"Oh yeah? I think the heels are always your favorite part of my outfits." you smirk, both of you already knowing what's coming next.

"They are." Hyunjin bites on his lip, his eyes travel between your face and your feet.

"Take off your jacket first." you say, your eyes swimming with lust as you remove the silky scarf that was adorning your shoulders.

Hyunjin tosses his jacket on the chair beside him and reaches his hands towards you.

Without any words, you wrap the scarf around his wrists slowly, your eyes never leaving his as you tie it, securing it in place so that he can't get his hands out of it, his lips fall open as he breathes hard and looks at you lustfully.

"Good?" you caress his wrist with your thumb.

"Good." he confirms.

"Lay down on the floor, Hyunjin." your voice is sultry and Hyunjin gasps in something that sounds like a mix of relief and excitement, immediately obeying your order and laying down on the floor, his tied hands above his head.

You chuckle at the state of him as you stand next to his legs before you start slowly circling his body, your heels clicking on the hard wood beside Hyunjin, making his cock twitch as he stares at your feet, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

Excitement builds inside him as he follows your movement, his eyes almost rolling back as you step above his head.

You stop once your feet are next to his chest, on the other side of where you stood before and Hyunjin's eyes travel from your feet all the way up to your face.

With a smirk, you place your heel on his chest, only lightly pressing into him and his breath gets caught in his throat.

"Is this what you want, my pretty prince?" you tease him as he looks at your foot.

"Y-yes, please." Hyunjin whimpers, his fingers gripping at the silk around his wrists.

You step on him a little harder and he moans, his cock straining against his tight pants.

Enjoying the power you have over him in this moment, you raise your heel until the bottom of your shoe hovers over his lips and he looks up at you with eyes wide.

"Kiss it." you say simply and the guttural sound that leaves his lips goes straight to your core.

Hyunjin presses his lips into the bottom of your shoe and you snicker, pressing back into him a little.

"That's it, worship the ground I walked on." the smirk on your face is borderline evil as Hyunjin kisses your shoe.

You remove your heel from his face and press on his chest again and Hyunjin whines, his lower body arching up as his hard cock leaks inside his boxers.

"Already so worked up and you only kissed my shoe? Pathetic, really." you make a tsk sound and Hyunjin babbles as you step between his legs.

"Y/n." he whines when you bring your heel close to his throbbing cock.

"Please." he begs.

"Please what, prince?"

"Step on me, please." Hyunjin whimpers, his fingers white from the way he's pressing them into his palm.

"Gladly." you smirk, pressing your shoe into his balls.

Hyunjin yelps, pushing up into you and trying to grind against your heel.

You press harder, making him still his movement and whimper as you massage his balls with your shoe.

Sliding it up over his erection, makes him twitch against you, as you press lightly running the sole over his hard cock, the heel pressing slightly into his balls.

"You're so pathetic, you could cum just from this." you chuckle and Hyunjin just whines, grinding against your shoe, the pain you bring him as you press harder into him makes him leak even more.

"Oh my god, y/n!" he shakes when you remove your foot.

"Pretty." you chuckle. "Come, kneel." you add and Hyunjin scrambles to his knees, his hands resting in his lap as he shifts uncomfortably, his erection pressing against the tight pants making it difficult to kneel properly.

"Thank me for stepping on you."

Hyunjin immediately leans down, his tied hands coming up to grab at your heels as his lips make contact with the straps of the heels and the skin peeking between them.

He kisses your shoe and foot desperately, like he's making out with it, dragging his bottom lip on your skin, his tongue darting out to lick at your toes as much as he can under the strap.

His lips wrap around the tips of your toes, sucking on them a little, before he keeps leaving wet kisses on the top of your foot, to your ankle, kissing the strap that holds the entire heel.

He does the same to your other foot, before he grips both of your feet with his big hands, his fingers sliding up to caress your ankle.

He looks up at you desperately and sees you're just as desperate, your eyes dark and hooded as you keep pressing your thighs together, your arousal wetting your panties and inner thighs.

"Did I do good?" he smirks.

"Perfect." you nod and he reaches his hands up to you so you can untie him.

As you do, Hyunjin stands up and as soon as his hands are free, he grips your waist and leads you to the bed in the middle of the room.

Pushing you down to sit, he kneels between your legs again, the sight you love the most as he grips your ankles again and slides his hands slowly up your calves to your knees, then to your thighs as he spreads them.

You scoot closer to the edge of the bed, and Hyunjin grips your legs lifting them over his shoulders and bunching your dress up.

The sight of your wet lacy panties makes him groan and he buries his face between your legs instantly, kissing your cunt under the lace.

"Hyunjin!" you whimper and he smirks against you, his tongue licking at the wetness seeping through as he inhales deeply, drunk on your smell and taste.

"You don't need these." he grips the panties and slides them off, putting them aside before he buries his face back between your legs.

Your thighs shake against his shoulders as you tangle your hand in his hair and pull while he kisses your pussy and flicks your clit with his wet tongue.

He licks a stripe over your pussy before kissing your wet folds.

"So wet for me." he smirks and you whimper, gripping at his hair harder, making him groan as he pushes his tongue between your folds, tasting you and drinking from you, his hands gripping at your thighs harshly, bound to leave marks.

You lose it immediately, you know you're weak for him as he is for you.

You hold his head down as he eats you out desperately, spitting on your pussy and pushing it back in, mixing with your juices that dribble down his chin.

You start fucking up into his face and Hyunjin moans into you, his nose pressing into your sensitive clit.

"I'm gonna cum!" your legs shake and clamp around his head, making Hyunjin whine as he buries his face even harder into you, his tongue fucking your warmth skilfully and he grips your right leg, pushing it open as his slender fingers wrap around your ankle, palm pressed against the top of your foot.

You moan his name loudly as you explode, painting his face and tongue in your creamy release and Hyunjin moans with you, rutting against the bed unintentionally as he squeezes your foot and laps you up, swallowing your cum.

"Fuck, I missed your taste." he licks at his lips as your legs fall down.

"Hyunjin, come here and fuck me." you moan desperately, the foreplay you two have always gets you desperate for more.

"My princess needs to feel full, hm?" Hyunjin smirks cockily as he stands up, undoing his belt.

"Mm yes, please." you spread your legs as he lets his pants and boxers fall down to his ankles.

He steps out of his shoes and kicks his pants off.

You watch as he leans over you, kneeling between your legs, your hands coming up to unbutton his shirt as his slide your dress up until he pulls it over your head, your breasts spilling out for him.

"Mm." Hyunjin moans, hands gripping your tits before he leans down and licks at your nipple, his pretty lips wrapping around it and sucking gently as he looks up at you.

You slide his shirt off, throwing it aside and Hyunjin lifts up.

"Leave the heels on, princess."

"Of course." you breathe out in anticipation.

He towers over you as he straightens up, his hands on your right calf before he brings your foot up to his face and presses kisses into the front of your shoe, his tongue darting out to lick at your toes.

"Hyunjin." you moan for the nth time tonight and he chuckles with a smirk, before he hoists your legs up over his shoulders, the tip of his cock pressing against your velvety folds and you gasp as he pushes in easily, your cunt welcoming all of him in like always, always pliant when he returns home.

Desperate as he is, he starts fucking into you steadily, pulling his cock out almost to the tip before pushing it back deep inside you, his balls smacking against you every time his throbbing tip kisses your cervix.

Both of you moan in unison, not caring if anyone can hear you on the other side of the door and Hyunjin kisses your thighs, sinking his teeth into the supple flesh as you grip at the sheets beneath you, crying out in pleasure.

He looks down where his cock disappears inside you, the white creme of your arousal making him twitch as he grips at you, pushing one of your legs to your shoulder, he grabs the heel of your shoe and holds onto it as he starts fucking into you wildly.

"You're always so fucking perfect for me, princess." Hyunjin growls, the sounds of skin slapping skin fill up the room, the feeling of his cock pistoning inside you knocks the breath out of your lungs.

You know you're close already and Hyunjin can tell too by the way you clench around him and he brings your foot to his lips, pressing them into your ankle, kissing and nipping at the skin, before his tongue licks between the straps and you come undone on his cock, coating him in more wetness.

"Fuck!" you whimper as he keeps fucking you through your high and further, all the while holding onto your heel, kissing and licking at your skin.

He makes you cum around his length in mere seconds, your orgasm washing over you even harder than before as your body trembles under him.

"I'm close princess, please let me cum on your feet." Hyunjin begs, his hands gripping at your thighs as he slows down a little just to keep himself from cumming, the languid motions make you feel lightheaded.

You nod quickly and he pulls out as you push your legs together, folding them up to press your thighs on your breasts.

"Ah, darling!" Hyunjin whines as he jerks his cock above your feet, the tip touching your skin and pressing into your toes before he twitches hard, spurts of cum landing on your Versace heels, your toes, ankles and up.

He grips at your thigh for purchase as his eyes roll back while he cums hard all over your legs.

"Shit!" Hyunjin trembles as your legs fall down and you smirk, gripping his hair and leading his face down.

Hyunjin's tongue immediately darts out to lick at the cum that landed on you, enjoying the way you let him kiss and lick at your feet and heels.

He laps everything up, swallowing his cum as he leaves little kisses on your toes, up to your ankles again, before he leans his cheek on your calf and you chuckle at him.

"My prince." you whisper and he smiles sweetly at you, his eyes becoming little slits, his dimples showing as he sits up.

"Will you go out to dinner with me this time?" he asks hopefully, hands never getting off of your feet.

"I'm leaving on the weekend, Hyunjin. You know this could never work out. We live in different time zones, we lead different lives." you shake your head, not wanting to dwell on the feelings you inevitably developed over the last two years where you'd meet him up like this, in secret, only to get dressed and leave as soon as you're done, acting like nothing had happened between you.

"Then we have time until the weekend." Hyunjin is stubborn as always as you try to move away from him, his arms grip your thighs and he pulls you back into him, making you squeal as your legs wrap around his middle.

"Hyun..." you start but he stops you with his lips pressed to yours.

"You know there's no one else I'd love to try to work it out with. Even with the different time zones and lives, I want you y/n."

"Fine. We can have dinner." you cave as he keeps leaving kisses on your neck and jaw, you know you'd give into him eventually anyways.

"I promise I'll make it work, princess." Hyunjin looks at you sweetly.

"I trust you." you whisper, and he smiles lovingly at you before it turns to a smirk.

"Don't forget to wear heels to dinner."

✨Taglist: @moonchild9350 @janepg @velvetmoonlght @hwanghyunjinismybae @jehhskz @porangporangmeong @laylasbunbunny @laughatdanger @jeonginslefthand @sapphirewaves @simpforleeknaur @s3ungm1nxxl0ve

[icallhimjoey]

Hi! Hope you're doing well (I've never submitted a request before, should I like buy you dinner?)

I was looking at the photo of joe looking kver his shoulder with the sunglasses on and getting major "You and Joe on holiday, lounging by the pool and when he looks over his shoulder he sees you getting drinks at the bar with the bartender flirting with you" vibes

I was wondering if you could write something like that? I love your work btw it's amazing!

cool cool cool cool cool fine fine im totally normal about this NORMAL normal so normal noooormaaaallll fine fine fine Wordcount: 1.7K

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Just A Man

You'd seen him look. Had felt him look, his eyes burning holes into your back. It made your already slightly sunburnt skin, warm from laying out for hours already, flush even more.

He would've looked anyway, you knew. But it would've just been a quick glance to see if you were getting on okay. If you were at the bar to get drinks, like you said you would. To sneak a look at your bum in your bikini bottoms - Joe was just a man, after all.

But sweet giggles just loud enough for the wind to carry them over to his ears were what made him stare. First from behind his sunglasses, but then those got moved to rest on top of his head so you could see him look.

So he could see him look.

Like the bartender even fucking noticed that one guy on the other end of the pool narrowing his eyes at him, squinting because of the sun, posing absolutely zero threat.

"That your new boyfriend?" Joe was already asking questions before you'd even let go of the glass you'd handed him.

"Hmm? Your holiday fling?"

You rolled your eyes as you sat down on the sunlounger next to him, towel still wet from where you'd laid on it earlier.

"Please." you smiled, but Joe just kept going.

"Your Italian Stallion? Little hunk of meat for on the side?"

You flung the back of your hand against his chest in a smack as you took a sip of your drink, and Joe laughed as he took hold of it and kept it there.

"I was trying to practice my language skills," you'd not been struggling to keep up your duolingo streak just for shits and giggles. Learning a foreign language had become a part of your daily routine and you'd been keeping it up for too long to not take it seriously. Ordering a couple of drinks and making small talk was exactly the right thing to do to see if you could manage it in Italian.

"He gets to listen to you speak Italian?"

You'd been refusing to say a single word out loud to Joe.

"That guy?" Joe looked over his shoulder again and pressed your hand to his chest so it laid flat against his heart, using it as his own to look extra aghast.

You felt how your warm skin stuck together, the stick from sunscreen mixing with the stick from spilled sugary cocktail.

"Si." you joked, smacking your lips after another fruity sip, and you smiled at him.

Joe moved the hand you'd lost to him up to his lips to press a kiss against your fingers, tasting summer, before he let it go.

"Si? That's all I get?" Joe asked over his glass as he went for a sip of his own.

You carefully placed your drink on the tiles in between your sunloungers, out of the direct sun, and ignored Joe's pleading eyes.

If you looked, you'd cave, so you didn't.

Something about his eyes.

And he was well aware, make no mistake.

If he knew what was good for him, he'd slide those sunglasses right back down onto his nose again.

"For now." you simply said, standing up and bending to straighten out your towel, folding corners back where the wind had blown them over. It gave Joe the perfect view of your ass, skin tanned and dewy from when he'd rubbed sunscreen over every inch of you earlier. A little sliver of tanline was visible from where your bikini bottoms had shifted a little, and, listen. Joe just couldn't help it, okay?

Joe was just a man, after all.

He was spilling his drink down his chest before he could even really understand what he was doing.

With his drink still at his mouth in a slow sip, one hand had reached across, fingers splayed out wide, grabbing you around the side of a hip. His finger tips dug into soft warm flesh and pulled you right back; half onto his lap, half into the spot in between his legs.

You didn't audibly react.

Just grinned.

That was how Joe knew that you'd likely bent over to faff with your towel exactly for this outcome.

You, as it turned out, were just a girl, you see. One who didn't mind feeling extra wanted.

"Well then you can just sit here, for now."

A possessive arm curled around your stomach far enough for his palm to squeeze your opposite side, and you got pulled into him tightly.

Joe squeezed extra tight when you bent to pick up your drink from the floor and then leant back and got comfy, all pressed up against his chest.

From his movement, you felt how he snuck a look back over his shoulder.

"Is he watching?" you whisper-yelled, and tried your best at suppressing a giggle as Joe quickly snapped his head back.

"Who?"

"My new boyfrie–" you squeaked as Joe shut you up with a pinch to your side. Joe could dish out the jokes fine, but something about you calling another man your boyfriend was absolutely unacceptable.

It just made you grin, biting your teeth into your bottom lip as you accepted lips cold from the ice cubes to the very top of your shoulder.

You were going to end up with weird tanlines if you were going to sit like this for too long, but it was too nice to really care about anything else besides Joe's touch. Besides his grip. Besides being close together, bare skin to bare skin, laid out on a sunlounger together.

You didn't mind the effect of Joe's slight neediness. That small little grain of insecurity that made him need to show others that he got to touch you in ways they couldn't.

There was no real threat though.

Not really.

You both understood that a smile at a stranger didn't mean anything.

Joe was an actor who put those big wet round eyes to use on others all the time.

You could laugh at an Italian bartender who flexed his muscles as you mixed the drinks you ordered and acted like the love of his life had just walked up, like he probably did for every other girl that had as much flesh on show as you had.

It was all harmless, which was exactly why it was fun to keep pushing it a little. To keep poking the edges of Joe's jealousy, the borders of his tendency to cling, just enough for him to feel the need to remind you that, hello, he was your boyfriend. It was him you were meant to be looking at.

Which was exactly why, when you finished your drinks, you sat up, still in between his legs and cheekily suggested getting another round, already looking over at the bar to see if the same bartender was there still.

That got you pulled right back into him, one arm hooked around your neck that got your ear close to his mouth whilst his other arm held your arms in place so you couldn't fight his grip.

Like you were going to.

You easily let Joe hold onto you whichever way he wanted.

"You must think you're so funny," Joe's low voice buzzed into your ear, lips pressed to the shell of it. "Hm?"

It was fun to toy with him like this, this weird form of play sent tingles right down your spine.

"I do, actually," you grinned, "Così divertente."

And... Joe was just a man.

Were you playing with fire?

You absolutely were.

The teeth that nipped at your earlobe made you feel the burn, breath hitching, body tensing up.

Jesus, you were in public.

Joe was biting and mouthing at your ear and you were in public.

There were appropriate ways to be affectionate in public, but this was practically foreplay.

The way you'd laid on the same sunlounger whilst keeping two of them occupied with your towels was probably already annoying enough to every other person visiting the hotel pool. They didn't need the public display of affection to be taken to another level right there at the poolside.

"You know what?" Joe whispered, words hiding in your hair. "Go ahead. Go order us another round of drinks. You're going to do it in Italian."

You moved back just enough to see Joe's face.

"And you're going to walk real slow."

The sunglasses that were still perched on top of his head got moved down to hide his eyes.

"Take your time. Really enunciate your words in your best Italian accent."

You dipped your chin to give Joe a scandalised look that was just a hair removed from a smile, just a fraction of a second away from a giggle.

Before you were up on your feet, Joe handed you both the empty glasses, tried to sound as seductive as he possibly could when he said, "Roll your Rs loud enough for me to hear."

With a tap to your bum and a blush deepening your sunkissed skin, you scurried along.

You ordered in English.

Stuttered and mumbled through the order.

Looked over your shoulder to see Joe sat on his sunlounger the wrong way 'round with his legs spread wide, one foot touching tile on either side, elbows digging into his thighs.

Watching you.

Sent you on your way with a little task and was now watching you.

It was one thing feeling Joe's eyes burn into your back when you felt in charge and confident ordering drinks at the bar in Italian. It was a whole other thing to feel embarrassed and shy, all hot and bothered, stumbling through your order in English whilst Joe watched your every move from a distance.

He didn't look away once, and even from where you were stood at the bar, you could see how a small smirk pulled his mouth to the side.

Where his jaw was tensed before, now his tongue was working along in the inside of his cheek.

That was how you knew that he'd likely sent you over to get drinks in the way that he had done exactly for this outcome.

Joe was just a man, after all.

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[garfieldblunt]

VDL Gang at a Pool Party

Dutch- laying in the sun with a reflector

Arthur- Drunk in a pool floaty, death gripping a beer bottle

Hosea- in the shade with the max amount of sunscreen a man can have on his body

John- bright red like a lobster, drowning in shallow end

Javier- dipped his legs into the hot tub and playing the guitar

Abigail- Trying her best to get John to either get in the shade or put a little bit of sun screen on him

Jack- GULPING down as much pool water as his body can handle

Uncle- Asleep, Drunk, in a hammock

Micah- wearing the absolute smallest banana hammock he could find, blinding anyone and everyone with his pale ass cheeks

Kieran- can’t swim but has his hello kitty floaties on

Sadie- Floating down the lazy river, finally feeling relaxed for a few minutes

Josiah- Will not get in the water at ALL (Showed up in a suit)

Swanson- making all the summer fruity cocktails and drinking them all as fast as he can

Pearson- making a big summer BBQ

Grimshaw- Making sure no one tracks water back inside

Molly- in the most elegant and beautiful bathing suit and also will not get into the water

Tilly- terrorizing everyone with a water gun

Mary Beth- Being absolutely stunning and laying on a lawn chair while reading the newest summer smut

Charles- Made the biggest cannon ball and absolutely annihilated everyone in the pool

Bill- sits at the edge of the pool but gets grumpy when people splash him

Lenny- Also posing and being stunning with Mary Beth and reading something

Sean- Used every ounce of force and strength he could muster and slapped John’s Sun Burn

Karen- Singing with Javier in the hot tub

[silly-l1ttle-guy]

drop every headcanon of the bucci gang NOW!

ON IT BOSS!!!

--- pookie bear bruno hcs first <3

BRUNO BUCCIARATI IS 100% GAY FOR LEONE ABBACCHIO

they just kinda live together

bruabba holds a special place in my heart

bruno's probably stressed out 24/7

VERY FEMININE GUY

hes got soft features yk?

probably spends like 3 hours doing his hair in the morning

ISTG HE PROBABLY SMELLS SO GOOD

I like to think that he legally adopted Fugo after fugso bugso joined that gang

SHUT UP IT MAKES ME HAPPY

poor guy overworks himself WAY too often

he also has the most gorgeous eyelashes you'll ever see

and they're natural, too

THIS MAN HAS EYEBAGS

he's tired af half the time, idk what you expected

he tries to help fugo control his anger (bc he's a loving mother) (giorno does it better tho)

i reckon bruno's pansexual tbh, he just seems like he wouldn't give a shit about his partner's gender

he likes going fishing

brought Abbacchio along one time

abba got seasick and threw up

he likes to accessorize his hair (hence the mitochondria hair clips)

sometimes he'll let the others accessorize his hair, too

trish makes it look really cute

abba makes it look stunning (bc it's his boyfriend)

narancia just puts random shit in his hair

Mista sings loudly (and badly) to be a little shit while he does Bruno's hair (it turns out surprisingly ok)

giorno deadass just puts a shit ton of stars in his hair

fugo gets mad and almost rips a chunk of Bruno's hair out

Bruno's guilty pleasure is midnight snacks

abbacchio caught him eating a whole ass tub of ice cream while watching il postino: the postman at like 2 in the morning

they watched it together and cuddled afterwards

hot goth

gay for bruno

he probably watches those make up youtube channels

if he didn't join passione he could be a make up artist

lets trish practice on him

HE SEES NARANCIA AS HIS SON AND YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE

he's full on protective of nara too

i like to give abbacchio sharper features when i draw him tbh

also a larger nose

and while we're at it, let's hook that bad boy (the nose)

he and bruno go on wine testing dates

he has very frequent and reoccurring nightmares

(its why he sleeps with bruno)

his parents cut contact when they found out he was a dirty cop :(

this man saw narancia on his first day in the gang and accepted his fate as a father LMAO

he's a gay man and you can't tell he's not. Never felt attraction towards women

he feels like time moves by too fast. Everything happens so quickly and he wishes he could go back and just relive certain parts of his life over and over again because he feels like everything happens so quickly now that he's older and it overwhelms him (this definitely isn't me projecting what're you talking about)

moody blues is sort of the representation of this

SENTIENT MOODY BLUES SUPREMACY BY THE WAY

Moody blues is curvy and i won't accept anything else

make moody look goddamn feminine

not too feminine obviously but like

moody looks like a woman compared to abbacchio

tells people he can't dance but he definitely can

just play the right music and give him enough wine and he'll be dancing like he's never danced before (only in private tho)

YOOUU CAN DANCE, YOOUU CAN JIIVVEEEEE~~

EVERYTIME I LISTEN TO HALF-DECADE HANGOVER BY WILL WOOD I JUST THINK OF ABBACCHIO

and maybe euthanasia by will wood too

not even kidding, abbacchio has the same body type as a greek god

also the strongest guy in the team

the guy that has a dream

GIORNO. WHERE DO I FUCKING START.

I love this weird ass fucking guy

gay for fugo. that's all I'm gonna say.

I KNOW HE ACTED FRUITY W/ MISTA BUT IT'S BC HE'S A LITTLE SHIT WHO LIKES TO FLIRT WITH HIS FRIENDS AS A JOKE

not abba or bruno tho (they're too old for his taste)

remember that one seen where he and mista are up against cioccolata (fuck him btw) and they do that gay ass pose?

prime example of giorno being a little shit

putting his hand down mista's pants was an accident by the way, he just said "fuck it" and went with it

he probably showed the gang the thing he could do with his ear

they had very mixed reactions

one day (before the gang) he woke up and saw his roots were blond and he just went like "sigh, guess I have to grow my hair out and become barbie

THIS MAN RIGHT HERE IS THE TWINK

also bc his dad is dio I like to think that he sunburns easily

he can also see really well and the dark

"It's so dark in here, I can't see shit!" "I can, there's a light switch over there."

everyone was confused as hell bc it was pitch black in that room

this man is gay. he likes BOYS and BOYS ONLY

i like to think Giorno's a mischievous lil guy

he does something silly then giggles and runs away

it's to make up for the fact that he didn't have a proper childhood

ALSO CURLY HAIR GIORNO SUPREMACY

his hair is gorgeous and luxurious AND SO FUCKING CURLY

he uses about 20 hair products every day (21 if he's going on a date)

he can calm fugo down so easily too

"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU NARANCIA-" "Hi fugo!" "Oh, hey Giorno."

it's really scary (according to narancia and mista)

this man loves gardening

born to be a gardener, forced to be a gangstar

autistic (it runs in the family)

the stink

Mista is the type of guy who showers once or twice a week

he only washes his clothes when they get too dirty

I like to make this man a little wider honestly

GIVE THIS MAN SOME CHUB PLEASE

he's muscular, but he's gotta have a little meat on there too

I like to think that Mista outright REFUSES to shave

the only place that he can grow barely any hair is his face

never shaved his face. He doesn't have much facial hair and he'll be damned if he ever has to get rid of the little that he has

bffs with trish btw

they make fun of each other all the time

in a friendly way

he honestly looks the least gay out of everyone

probably bi with a heavy preference towards girls (he had a boyfriend one time tho)

STINKS SO BAD IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY

sometimes he shoves Narancia's face in his armpit for fun

I'm not even kidding Narancia probably threw up one time bc Mista stank so bad

older brother figure to EVERYONE

Giorno? that's his baby brother. Narancia? his favourite brother. Trish? his little sister. Fugo? that's his angry little brother.

I have so many mista headcanons it's unreal

his hair is so fucking curly istg

and it's black too

very short tho. also super greasy

his love language is physical touch, but not in the usual physical touch way

he won't really hug people or hold hands or just do something normal, oh no

my guy likes to pick people up and throw them over his shoulder

it's definitely not to show off how strong he is

definitely

everything about him is so crusty

he literally gets along with anyone tho

you can't tell me this guy DOESN'T smoke weed

not very often but like

once every month or two he'll get high to relax

he stopped after Giorno took over as boss (bc yk, drugs are a no no)

he probably thinks France isn't real tbh (but as a joke to annoy fugo)

I HAVE MORE MISTA HEADCANONS BUT I HAVE TO CUT IT SHORT BECAUSE I NEED TO MOVE ON TO THE OTHERS

angry strawb (lots of angst in this one)

fugo is deeply in love with Giorno (FUGIO FOR LIFE)

a little bit of angst warning btw

bc of his past, fugo HATES physical touch

if someone touches him he will flinch

very uncomfortable in crowded places

Mista's love language is physical touch, but he refrains himself from touching Fugo

it's really sweet

"HEY FUGO! Lemme give you a high-five! Wait, no, you don't like that. Have this cool rock I found instead!"

he's trying

Fugo really appreciates it

after phf, he let Mista be one of the two people who can touch him (the other person is Giorno)

Fugo just randomly hugged him one day and that was that

he was really distraught when he found out Narancia, Bruno and abba died

especially Bruno

like I said before, Bruno adopted him after he joined the gang, so he genuinely saw Bruno as a father figure

definitely called Bruno "dad" in private

He genuinely cried when he realized he missed Bruno's funeral

MOVING ON TO THE NON ANGSTY STUFF BC IM GONNA CRY

when he's a bad mood, he listens to music with Abbacchio (his dad's cool boyfriend who he looks up to)

will correct any and all spelling or grammar mistakes

nerd supreme

i like to headcanon that Fugo's albino

(MANGA FUGO FOR LIFE)

he's really sensitive to sunlight because of it

his vision isn't that good, too

it's not bad enough to the point where he can't read and all that, but it definitely bothers him

since it wasn't too serious, he got some glasses that corrected his vision

he only really wears them when he's reading now, but he used to wear them all the time when he was younger

GOD I HAVE A LOT OF FUGO HEADCANONS

sometimes he wakes up and there's just a bouquet of flowers at the foot of his bed (I WONDER WHO THAT WAS HMMMM)

Narancia's like a little brother towards him

he doesn't care that nara's a year older than him, that's his brother

genuinely will forget to eat if he isn't reminded (me projecting)

i have more but i'm gonna have to end it here

BABY BOY <3

I LOVE NARANCIA I HAVE A NARANCIA PLUSHIE (and a giorno one but that's less important)

he originally had really good eyesight, but after his eye got infected his eyesight just kinda went bad

his eyes expired

but seriously though (woah no way, silly little guy can be serious?), he's almost blind in the eye that got infected

doesn't wanna wear glasses bc "they'll ruin his reputation"

he's also really short compared to everyone else in the team

he's really insecure about it

can and will fight anyone who says something even remotely teases him for his height

low iron for sure (me too bud, me too)

Abbacchio just took on the role as his father and makes sure he eats all his food

"But it tastes badddd" "Eat it or I'll shove it down your throat. Also, it has good iron."

he ate it, but was very pouty about it the whole time

mista will point at things made of iron and say shit like "that's what you need" or "you should eat that to get your iron levels up"

skinny but he's really strong

my guy has a six pack but looks scrawny as hell

Mista's jealous of him lmao

"Why do YOU get a six pack?!" "because you're fat"

Mista then forced Narancia to smell his armpits (they were rank)

he does a lot of shit with Mista lmao

partners in crime

he got high with mista one time and never did it again

oddly flexible

he's probably dyslexic

the girlboss

live laugh love Trish

lesbian fr

she practices makeup on Abbacchio

another one that sees abba as a father figure

they point each other's nails and go shopping together

Mista's bff fr

they do karaoke together

yk that one tiktok sound that was that like "OH SHIT IT'S IN KOREAN" and then starts singing it perfectly anyway

that's her and Mista

Mista's the one that sings it lmao

i don't have that many headcanons for trish tbh

she likes to try out new hairstyles a lot

they're always short tho

she doesn't like growing out her hair

says it's too much of hassle

we love trish in the household

she has freckles (from doppio)

yk those weird ass dots diavolo has in his hair? she has those but they're less noticeable

talks shit about people with abbacchio

she likes ranting about stuff to giorno bc he's a good listener

big fan of scented candles

gave mista soap for his birthday

she has frequent headaches (something she got from doppio, bc i hc that he has frequent headaches)

ANYWAY THAT'S IT FOR NOW

do you wanna hear about my la squadra headcanons? Doppio and Diavolo??? PLEASE I HAVE SO MANY GOOD HEADCANONS JUST LET ME RANT-

[appeypie]

A little thing I love about your Mettaton-and-Ghirahim art is that you don't just draw the same body twice, you draw their differing body types, even if they're both in the same pose. You probably could get away with using the same "models" for both, but you don't, you go the extra mile. It's such a neat little detail and really shows that you know these characters well.

OF COURSE!! their body types are so different even if they have the same fruity flair. I probably could have even pushed the body types further in my drawings but here’s what is in my head

Fun fact, when I was learning how to draw ghirahim after coming from a year+ long mettaton phase, I was defaulting to His body type and I had to keep nerfing ghirahim’s ass in my wips. He’s got that cutting board butt

[alphasunpup]

Feedist Kinktober Day 28- Movie Star

The paparazzi swarm you, trying to get pictures of your gut and fat ass. You have your date on your arm as you two walk the red carpet

Her arms are muscular and show off in the beautiful dress she's wearing. As you walk the red carpet, people throw offer you food, begging you to take what they offer.

You take the "offerings" as you and your partner pose on the runway. You start eating as you get to the movie premiere. You're already tailored suit straining against your cumberband sash.

Your partner giggles and begins to rub your belly. She picks you up bridal style and the two of you laugh. That's why your femme liked to work out. She likes being the one able to carry you around.

You two make it into the movie theater without anymore issues and take your seats as the leading actors. Immediately you have a meal prepared for you which your partner begins feeding you.

"Delicate" finger foods like lightly buttered XL popcorn are fed to you. Wings, mini corn dogs (the Korean type cause we bougie), expensive candies all reach your maw. Your fingers don't move unless you to flip off paparazzi trying to get a shot of you during the movie.

Your partner opens your mouth to feed you fruity drinks, cocktails and rich and warm dark liquors. Only the best for their movie star.

By the end of the premiere you're stuffed and dazed. Your partner helps you to your feet to clap. You look down and realize that you're button down opened up. Your purple cumberband dash exposed. Your white undershirt reveals your downward sloping chest. You look slightly a mess

Your partner throws her jacket on you, to shield you from the paparazzi. She picks you up and calls for the limousine. From the little burps you're letting out, clearly you're not satisfied. And whatever the star wants, they get

[sedimentarysedentary]

i cant with topher's fruity ass pose in this pic. got his finger to his mouth like hes got a little secret or something. pointing to his damn triangle chin

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Sword gays showdown, losers bracket (Round 1)

Propaganda:

For Leo: (Mod note: most submissions were for RTMNT but there was 1 for the character in general as well)

He's a badass, he's a loser, he's the coolest guy of all time, he's a pathetic little man, he's the greatest ninja the world has ever seen, hes an asshole, he has badass portal katanas, he's the fruitiest iteration of the charecter by far! Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you. The one, the only, RISE LEONARDO!

I mean just look at him!

He has these super cool swords and he’s a lil bit fruity

literally the gayest most flamboyant idiot teenager ever. he's a sassy overconfident bastard and we love him for it. he has a magic portal sword for most of the series. the kind of sword he wields (an ōdachi) was specifically picked because, AND I QUOTE, "he can't even hold that thing without looking like he was posing with it. we thought that was really fun for a kid who's got a giant sword and that kind of attitude." in previous tmnt iterations there was this guy, Usagi, who i guess those versions of Leo must have had some kind of chemistry with, idk. fun fact he's not even really a tmnt character, he's a crossover character who's just showed up in like three different iterations!! anyway, despite Usagi literally not existing in Rise canon, Rise!Leo gives off SUCH gay vibes that THE ENTIRE FANDOM HAS DECIDED THAT HE EXISTS ANYWAY AND IS LEO'S BOYFRIEND AND/OR MASSIVE CRUSH. THE ENTIRE FANDOM. I'M LITERALLY NOT EVEN EXAGGERATING. Leosagi is like, the biggest ship in the goddamn fandom and ONE OF THE CHARACTERS ISN'T EVEN CANON. this entire animatic. yeah.

Dual wields katanas like a boss. Has also used various other swords in different pieces of TMNT media. Regardless of which iteration of Turtles we're talking about, he's also almost always "close friends" with the katana-wielding samurai rabbit Usagi!

For Percy:

shes canonically ace :] and shes got a REAL ASS GOD DAMN SWORD!!!!!!

She wields a real ass goddamn sword and kicks ass with it! She can also channel her magic wizard tower powers into said sword which is also badass. She also has some really banger lines in the show.

She carries a real-ass-goddamned-sword ! Which is in genuine reference to when she's first introduced in the series! She also constantly carries said sword around and uses it in combat later in episode 7

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic 18th august — Unexpected — 839 words — trans!Regulus(but with a twist<3) gender euphoria but there’s a line where it’s wonky so be careful and kind to urself ! + mentioned top surgery

Regulus—like every normal person, living a normal life—expected to wake up this Saturday with James in bed this morning, like on every other day.

Because, y’know, they were disgustingly in love and also average humans, to which the normal bounds of reality and laws of the universe applied.

So what was incredibly inconceivable and wholly unexpected, was to wake up from the slumbers of blurry images from a garbled dream and immediately feeling— different.

Everything softer, skin more velvety where they’re touching and smelling sweeter, somehow. Still sleep-sweaty and clean laundry detergent and the distinct musk in the air that makes Regulus want to dig behind James’ ear, nose first, and inhale.

But different.

Regulus can barely explain it.

Perhaps what it’d feel like touching clouds, ethereal. Fruity tea and plump lips and vanilla honey dripping on satin fabric covering ample skin and curved flesh.

And the thought makes Regulus halt. Eyes blinking open dizzily and the hands that are laying entwined on the pillow in direct plane of vision look startlingly small.

No, not small necessarily but— slender, almost.

Anxiety lodging a lump in Regulus’ throat, “Jamie?”

Some nuzzling at the nape of Regulus’ neck and a nonsensical grunt. Deep but melodic and soft, different again and Regulus is seriously starting to panic here.

Rips the blanket away and turns sitting halfway up against the headboard, heart beating wildly and looking down to see a raging boner and a horrifying lot of tits.

The morning wood wouldn’t be the unusual part if it wasn’t for the fact that it’s attached to Regulus. The tits are a different story since there’s the rather distinct memory of chopping them off in surgery and all. But then Regulus looks again, less hectic and yes, right, they’re still there, attached to James’ chest as well. Gaze sliding further down equally as the thin sheets, revealing a dark happy trail, thinner than Regulus is used to, and passing into a thatch of longer curls albeit forgoing the 9 inches of cock James usually sports.

Which, by the way, can’t seem to take her bleary sight away from the round curve of Regulus’ boobs.

It makes her click her tongue in annoyance and jump up from the bed to lock herself into their en-suite bathroom.

And now she’s standing in front of the mirror, regarding the width of her hips, the curve of her breasts and the long silky hair spilling over delicate shoulders in pretty waves and waits for the horrible feeling of wrongwrongwrong crawling up her insides like bile.

But it doesn’t.

Gives herself another twirl, hair swishing pleasantly along the low dip of her spine and ass pronounced and perky and does the full 360 to come on sight with her cock again. Framed by dark curls, a little trimmed, having flagged and looking small and roundly and a bit pathetic the way it’s hanging there limply to be scrutinized but then Regulus arches into a bit of a pose and her pelvis tilts deliciously and she feels sexy.

Takes a few steps closer and marvels at the combination of long lashes, silver piercing eyes and cut cheekbones, a defined jaw and feels entirely invincible.

And then the door gets teared open, because apparently no matter the twisted pocket of universe they’ve fallen into, the lock is still manipulable by the cursed card of a motel key a grinning James stole on the last day of their honeymoon trip as a souvenir.

James has seemingly acquired her glasses, and stands now unmoving and equally nude in the frame of the broken open bathroom door, looking so upsettingly gorgeous Regulus barely holds back a feral snarl.

Thick thighs and muscular arms retained, shoulders broad and torso strong but now there are curves. Jutting hips and a belly pouch where the uterus sits and tits that look like pecs but fuller and nipples big and perky, having Regulus lips part and spit pooling under her tongue. A fucking chain around her neck and mussed short-ish hair, the usual birds nest, really, and three beauty marks adorning the crease of her eye, the bone of her brow and nearly hidden on a lovely temple.

Regulus desperately wants to get her mouth on her.

The thought only intensifies when her eyes skirt back down to the matching patch of coarse hair to find a pink-ish glinting labia winking at her teasingly.

That being said, Regulus discovers the world-altering pleasures of lesbian sex and prostate orgasms by glittering pink 9 inch silicone dick as well as sucking clit and getting squirted all over.

And if she would have been a smidge less self-concerned and then distracted by that monster of a wife she has, Regulus would have noticed the polaroid wedged into their bathroom mirror’s frame, showing a fondly smiling Remus with a round face and chin length hair hugging one Sirius in her natural form, head thrown back in a loud cackle, dark waves in a grown out mullet and gender-fluid pin on his leather jacket.

Some things never change.

[akajustmerry]

thoughts on romangerri?

hellooooo. there's 2 things to consider with romangerri. the first is the technical/production part of it where it's simply a joy to watch keiran and j have fun. romangerri exists because of their improv skills and chemistry on set. in this house, i love when ppl are PROFESSIONALS what can I say!!!! the OTHER thing is the actual textual reality of romangerri which is soooooo compelling and horrific. gerri has thrived within roystar because she knows how to deploy others to do company evil that needs to be done and keep herself clear of the consequences and Logan's wrath. she does that with everyone: with Tom, Karl, Kendall and most obviously Roman because he's practically volunteering to be her rotten little soldier. He will do all the heavy lifting then be the focal point of logans rage if it all goes wrong. Roman's obsession with her is just another tool she can use to serve her interests in keeping herself out of the firing line, which she does.........until it puts her in the firing line because he's literally her superior and objectively sexually harassing her. I'm a Roman girlie (not a girl) but there is no ignoring the way Roman uses his position to harass gerri against her wishes. Of course there's no real consequence for him. But as the only woman in Logans inner circle, gerri is already in an incredibly precarious position. Roman's harassment poses a threat to which is why she can't report it or set boundaries because it genders her position, proven by Logan's instinct to fire Gerri when the pic surfaces. I do think Roman and Gerri care for each other in a strange way??? but it doesn't matter in this world Logan has created where caring is only something to be exploited and it also doesn't matter because their relationship itself is exploitive because those are the only kind of relationships permitted in this world. I do think too many people fall for the charming subversive vaneer of Roman as someone younger being into an older woman. if you have, you're watching the wrong show. As I've said before, succession is a show about people who are entirely morally bankrupt because their wealth permits them total escape from consequence, but that consequence is always referred. That's what romangerri is. I mean, it's also kinda very hot because j and keiran are SO good at what they do, but that's what makes it so compelling! Can't wait to see Gerri sue his fruity ass this season ❤️

[pinketine]

Kiki my darling dear can you please explain to me the premise of. Whatever the fruity men with wild ass names is because I am going insane /silly lighthearted.

The premise of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure?

Oh boy

The explanation is going under this cut because of how long winded this will be

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure is an anime series focused on a family, and their bizarre adventures, shocker. There are 9 parts, each focusing on a different member of the family, all of whom can be referred to by the nickname of JoJo. Part 9, JoJolands, has very recently just released its first chapter.

JoJo is welll known for being over the top, especially in the anime with the constant colour palette changes, ridiculous character designs and poses. And yeah, it does end up being extremely gay. This is evident in the often homoerotic dynamics the JoJo has with their "JoBro"

There's also a LOT of musical references, especially with Part 4 onwards.

Parts 1-6 follow one universe, with part 6 being reset by its main villain, causing a new universe. CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF, this new reset universe is not parts 7-9. They are 2 separate stories about two separate Joestar families. The first 6 parts are this:

Part 1, Phantom Blood, is Jonathan Joestar, a young man in early 1900s England, who is the adopted brother of Dio Brando. Dio is evil as shit as a child, seemingly mellows out, until the pair of them are both about 19 or so, when it's revealed that Dio is still a power and money hungry little shit. He turns into a vampire and the part then becomes about killing him.

Part 2, Battle Tendency, is Joseph Joestar, Jonathan's 19 year old Looney Toon character (not even a joke, he deadass quotes Looney Toons) grandson, and starts in 1940s America before moving to Italy. He and his friend/JoBro Caesar Zeppeli are tasked with having to fight ancient Aztec Gods, the Pillar Men (yes, really).

Part 3, Stardust Crusaders, is Jotaro Kujo, Joseph's 17 year old deliquent grandson, as he, Joseph, Noriaki Kakyoin (the JoBro!), Jean Pierre Polnareff and Muhammed Avdol go on a 50 day cross contiental trip to Egypt to fight Dio in the late 80s. Yes, the same Dio. He's a vampire, ya know?

Part 4, Diamond is Unbreakable, is Josuke Higashikata (the kanji for the suke in his name can also be read as jo), Joseph's illegtimate 16 year old son in the summer of 1999 in Japan. He and his friends track down their local town serial killer, Yoshikage Kira, 33 years old, lives in the North East section where all the villas are-

Part 5, Vento Aureo, is Giorno Giovanna (Yes it's pronounced JoJo), the illegtimate son of Dio and Jonathan Joestar (it's GENUINELY not what it sounds like.) in 2001 Italy. He and his band of friends all named after Italian foods go on an adventure to kill the leader of the Italian mafia, Diavolo/Doppio Vinegar, in order to stop drugs being sold to kids.

Part 6, Stone Ocean, is Jolyne Kujo, the 19 year old deliquent daughter of Jotaro, and takes place in 2011 Florida. She and her friends break out of prison, save Jotaro and stop Pucci, a priest and follower of Dio, YES THIS GUY AGAIN, from resetting the world.

Those are the first 6 parts, and the first 6 JoJos. We then leave this universe, and join a completely new one. Important side note: Stands are only introduce in Part 3, with Parts 1-2 having this type of magical breathing named Hamon!

Part 7, Steel Ball Run, is Johnny Joestar, who is this universe's Jonathan, in 1890s USA. In order to regain mobility, he partners up with JoBro Gyro Zeppeli in order to win the Steel Ball Run horse race to learn the Spin and collect the corpse parts of Jesus Christ. He ends up having to kill the US President, Funny Valentine.

Part 8, JoJolion, is Josuke Higashikata, nicknamed Gappy, who is clearly this universe's Josuke in 2011 Japan. I never read JoJolion, so I'm not too familiar with the plot, but I do know that Gappy is actually two men. Like. He's a Steven Universe fusion of Yoshikage Kira and Josefumi Kujo. I'm not shitting you.

And now, we have the newly released Part 9, JoJolion! This is 15 year old Jodio Joestar, and we don't know much of the plot yet due to us having only one chapter. He seems to be this universe's Giorno, but maybe not a son of Diego Brando was ran over by a train. Apparently, it's the story of how he got rich. Right now, he's a drug dealer who was born in New Jersey and now lives in Hawaii in the present day with his sister (IDON'TCAREWHATARAKISAYSSHEISATRANSWOMAN) Dragona Joestar and his mother.

Something interesting to note is that the 7-9 JoJos are very much unlike their counterparts. Jonathan is a gentlemen, Johnny is a pretty selfish cold blooded killer. Josuke is a sweet kid, Gappy kills without remorse. Giorno resents drug dealers, Jodio is one.

So that's the premise for each part! I could go even more indepth, but I think this gets the point across. JoJo's premise is that it's a bunch of bizarre stories 2 families go through.

Anyways, part 3 is my favourite and my favourite character is Kakyoin ^-^ but my favourite JoJo is Johnny

[catboybiologist]

A gorgeously framed underwater photo of a vagrant species of pelagic shark with my thotty ass in a fruity little neoprene sports bra posing in the corner

If I'm not serving cunt in the blurry foreground of an inaturalist photo then what has it all been for