#hennessy tears

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i have been trying to find something interesting to say about this quote but ultimately i just want people to feel the same way about it that i do.

i could probably write a 10 page paper about hennessy and how much i love and appreciate her (& i might) but the simplicity and deep sadness of this moment has completely devastated me.

be soft because it would still matter. the idea that we do not outgrow the need for love and compassion and understanding. and that, in fact, we grow up and are still burdened by all of the things we have ever needed love and compassion and understanding for but didn’t receive because no one was there to give it. hennessy, a character that literally wears her wounds and hurt on her neck, really needed to hear that. needed to be told she was still deserving of compassion and softness. she needed that hug. needed to feel like her best self doesn’t live in a dreamt copy. that she is full of potential, as maura sargent would say.

[satorusdiary]

All mine

-Plug!Eren x reader

Warnings: Fluff, Protective! but chill Eren, kissing, making out, drunk college people, unwanted flirting/touching, groping, f!reader, Eren beats up a boy for you

Summary: In which a boy named Floch won’t leave you alone during a party. You think Eren isn’t looking over you, but he happens to be watching everything happen. As he observes, he notices something he doesn’t like happen infront of him, that’s when he’s on his way to you, and making sure your okay.

A/N: you and Eren are dating in this one and are happily inlove

Eren knows his girlfriend is pretty, the prettiest out of everyone in the world. As in Jeans words, his girlfriend is a bad bitch. And fucking around with a bad bitch meant immature boys, not men, flirting with his girlfriend at parties. Unknowingly, he’s the one to sit and observe and step in once something fucked up happens. Which involves, touching his girlfriend in ways she doesn’t like.

As of right now, Erens sitting on a couch by the pool table accompanied by his friends, Jean and Reiner. The three of them, watch as another boy comes up to you, asking if you’d like to dance. Obviously you say no, in the politest way you could.

When you say no the guy, he gets defensive and accuses you of lying to him. That’s when you bring your hand up showing the promise ring Eren bought you for your one year anniversary which was 2 weeks ago. You loved showing off the ring, especially in front of guys who were trying to hit at you.

You looked absolutely beautiful today, and everyday in Eren’s eyes. He falls more in-love with you as the days go by. Even if he’s not the one to seem like it, the only person who knows he’s like that is you. His beautiful, loving, girlfriend.

“You letting a ugly ass boy hit up your girlfriend, Eren?” Reiner questions, holding up a red solo cup filled with hennessy. Swirling it around as he continues to watch you deal with Floch as he’s trying to get at you once again.

Eren shook his head, and lets out a half chuckle along with tsk. It’s normal seeing down-bad men go up to you, but it’s the same every-time. You deny them, and then you brag about how beautiful and perfect your boyfriend is.

“Nah, i’m just waiting to see what y/n does.” Eren spoke, putting away the stiiizy pen into his pocket. Jean whines as he sighs. The feeling of not having a hot girlfriend kills Jean everytime, especially when he would watch one of his best friends go through what he wants.

As the scene continues to unfold. You eventually get super disgusted and begin walking away from Floch, not wanting to be around him no more thanks to his inappropriate and desperate words. When he starts following you, out of Erens sight, that’s when he gets up from the couch.

“Aight, that’s when i do something ‘bout this shit.” Eren grunts, walking towards the direction you and Floch left in.

“Don’t kill him, Jaeger!” Connie yells out from the pool table, knowing that if someone was to lay hands on you shit would go down. And not in a good way for the dude that would be flirting with you.

From your point of view, you were getting annoyed. Pushing past many drunk college students who didn’t have the minds to comprehend anything wasn’t helpful aswell.

“Dude! just leave me alone. I’m taken!” You yelled out for what it seems like the billionth time at the male. Floch rolled his eyes and pulled you back, having a tight hold on your wrist.

“C’mon baby, stop playing so hard. Y’know you want me.” Floch whispers the last thing. Your heart drops when he pulls you in closer into a uncomfortable embrace, your hands were on his chest trying to push away from him.

He continues invading your self privacy by digging his head into your neck, kissing, licking it, all of the above. Tears begin brimming up in your vision when his hand slither down to your ass. You helplessly look around to room to see if you could find anyone that you knew, but no one besides drunk college students having fun.

“Yo, what ‘are you doin?” A familiar deep voice comes from behind Floch, sending relief into your chest. Floch immediately takes his hands off of you and turns around, slightly shaking at the voice.

Once his embrace let’s loose, you run out of his arms and head towards Erens, holding him around his torso as tight as you could. Letting a few tears go freely down your cheeks.

Eren places a kiss onto your temple, and rubs his hands up and down your waist reassuring you that you were okay.

“Go back with the others, mama. I’ll meet you in a bit hm?” He hummed, waiting for you respond. He used his thumbs to get rid of the last tears that left your eyes.

You nodded your head and kissed his cheek, turning your head to look at Floch’s shaking form knowing that he couldn’t run, if he were to then shit would get 10x bad then it already was.

“Thank you baby.” You mumbled to Eren once more before walking away from the pair. You knew he didn’t want you staying around for whatever was going to happen, therefore he told you to go ahead with your friends.

luckily, you had Erens jacket on. Even if you were shaken up, you found comfort in his warm puffer jacket with his scent dazing into your senses.

“Jaeger! I-I didn’t know that was your girlfriend..” Floch stuttered as the puzzle began piecing together. When you hugged Eren, that was when Floch swore his heart dropped to his ass.

“What a stupid excuse.” Eren mumbled before walking closer, throwing a punch to the boys nose. Everyone around Eren begins distancing away from the scene, most of them staying to record. Many screams were heard inside the room. That was the last thing you heard before you headed outside to meet up with Mikasa, Annie, and Sasha.

Erens knuckles began to coat with blood, Floch’s blood. Assuming it’s from his now broken nose, or his broken jaw. Just from a few punches, Floch is knocked out. He couldn’t even fight back from the sudden punches, and since Eren was stronger and on top of him. Making him defenseless.

A distant sound of Connie cheering Eren on could be heard from the crowd. Connie had his phone up with flash, yelling “World Star!!”

Befofe Eren could land a final punch to his already swollen and broken jaw, Jean and Armin appear behind him forcing him off of Floch’s beaten, and bloody body.

“Alright! You win Eren now stop before you kill him!” Jean pleads, noticing how upset and tense Eren was. Not a single scratch being left on in. There was a chance Eren would have to make another stop by the police station once again. But it didn’t matter, only if you were safe and alright.

“Yeah! You wouldn’t be able to see your precious girlfriend if you were behind bars right?!” Armin yelled out, Eren still trying to get out of his best friends grasp.

Erens breathing gets heavy, the sounds of people cheering him on continues and gets louder. He looks around to make sure your not in sight, he feels a little bit of relief once he finds out you’re not in the crowd. He knew you didn’t like watching something like this occur, especially if your pretty boyfriend was involved in it.

“You fucker, that’s what happens when you lay your dirty hands on my girlfriend!” Eren yells out to Floch’s unconscious bloody face. Acting like he was able to hear him.

“Fuck get off me.” Eren shoves off Jean and Armin from him, frustrated. The one thing he does is begin finding you, his precious girlfriend. Armin, Jean, and a few of his other friend trail along behind him.

When he sees you, you’re sitting on a bench by the lighten up pool, accompanied by Mikasa and Annie. You were looking down at your lap, admiring your promise ring that was on your ring finger.

You notice people walking outside in the backyard, making you lift up your head to see who it was. When you see Eren, you get up from the bench and instantly run towards your pretty boyfriend who has his arms wide open for you.

You run into his arms, his hands instantly wrapped around your waist as you hide your face into the crook of his neck.

“im sorry, ren.” You pull away from him to spectate his knuckles. The redness making you look up at him with glossy eyes, and a worried expression. He smiles in return, cupping your face with his large hand. Rubbing soothing circles to your cheeks.

“It’s okay, angel. As long as you’re okay.” He props two fingers to your chin and brings his face down to yours. Connecting your lips together, sharing a sloppy kiss. His hands move from your waist to under your thighs, signaling you to jump which you do.

Now your legs are wrapped around his waist, the two of you sharing a lovingly, kiss which led onto a small make out session with your tongues fighting for dominance.

“Thank you, thank you rennie. I dunno what i’d do without you, i love you s’much.” You slurred out as you pulled away from his lips, a string of saliva trailing between you both.

He brushes his hand through your hair, giving you a peck on your forehead then a loving kiss on your plump lip.

“I love you more, mama. I’d do anything for you. you’re all mine, forever.” He motioned to the promise ring that was on his hand, and on yours. Making you smile brightly.

[yngtort]

Cheater cheater, best friend eater

chan | lino | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin

NSFW ★

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Xfem!reader You and jeongin had been best friends for years. He would do anything and everything to protect you. So when you call him drunk, crying your eyes out, he doesn’t hesitate to come to your rescue.

“Y/nnn, open up. I’m here.” He says as he knocks on the door of your apartment.

When you open the door, jeongin has to hold back a laugh at your clearly intoxicated state. Your eyes were blown out, while you subtly swayed as you stood. Dry tears littered your face, almost looking like a kid had taken chalk and went crazy.

“Hey,” you said, voice hoarse.

“Hurry up and let me in, it’s freezing.” Jeongin says, still stifling a laugh. He pushes his way into the apartment, locking the door behind him.

“How much have you had?” He asks before taking off his jacket his leather jacket, placing it on the back of the couch, and taking a seat.

You plop beside him. “not that much. Just two or three…bottles.”

“You’re joking, right?” Jeongin says in disbelief, looking at you almost like he was impressed. “What happened this time?”

A long sigh makes it passed your lips as you thought about how you ended up like this. Your boyfriend, Chris , had cheated on you after two years of dedication. You found out from changbin, a mutual friend of yours. He apologized for not telling you sooner and that he was tired of being an accomplice to Chris’s betrayal.

Go to him, you suppose.

But you didn’t cry because you were sad. it was just frustrating that you didn’t see the signs before hand. The relationship was already fizzling out— you and Chris argued every night. But for him to cheat on you, it was just insane. You hated being played, it’s the worst fucking feeling ever.

“Didn’t I tell you that he was a dick?” He clicked his tongue. “Your taste in men is deplorable.”

He’s right. You wish you could deny it, but the list of toxic men you’ve dated was extensive. That list also doubles as a list of how many jaws jeongin had broken.

“I’m just glad you’re done with him.” He said with a smile and you let out a nervous chuckle.

His smile dropped. “You are done with him, right?”

“Of course I am.. I just..” you scratched the back of your head, eyes darting around the room. “I haven’t actually broken up with him yet.”

“Excuse me?” He quirked an eyebrow. “The fuck do you mean you didn’t break up? Are you crazy?”

“I just don’t know how to bring it up.”

Jeongin scoffed, “oh but you can bring up ending our friendship over a pudding cup.”

“We were like 16-” “I don’t want to hear it.”

You rolled your eyes and sunk into the couch, wishing it would just swallow you whole.

“So what are you gonna do? Stay with him?” He asked.

“Of course not. I’m just-“ you paused.

“just being an idiot? Baby, I know.”

“Fuck you.”

Jeongin laughed, patting your knee. “Well until you figure out what you want to do, let’s pound some rum and coke. Yeah?”

—

A hour had gone past as you both sat there, passing a bottle a Hennessy back and forth. Shark boy and lava girl, collectively both of your favorite movie, played on the tv.

“Seriously, we shudda been them for Halloween.” Jeongin slurred, handing you the bottle.

“Next year.” You took a swig, slightly wincing at the wretched taste . “Fuck, I’m done. ‘Can’t keep drinkin this shit.”

Jeongin snickers, watching you set it down on the table. “Weak.” He taunted.

“Shut it, I’ve been drinkin all day. (Bc of Chris.) I hate men.” You grumbled, eyes narrowed.

Jeongin could tell how much this Chris incident was bothering you, although you barely showed it. he knew that you were probably blaming yourself, thinking you’re not good enough. But you more than enough, to him for sure. and he wanted you to know that.

Grinning, jeongin threw an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. “know what? Just forget about these boys and just date me instead.”

You blinked, not knowing wether to take him seriously or not.

“ want us—Like me and you—” you pointed between the two of you. “To date?”

he was joking. He had to be. You’ve been best friends for practically your whole lives. Even when people tried to get yall together, not a single time did you ever consider it actually happening. And you were sure that jeongin felt the same way.

“I mean why not? I’d treat you better than any of your exes.” He said, eyes glancing down at your lips. “In more ways than one.”

He definitely didn’t feel the same way.

You felt the tips of your ears start to burn and you really hoped that it was because of the obsessive drinking. Jeongin seemed to notice and before you know it, his arm left your shoulder and slid to your waist.

“Jeongin,” “yes, baby?” He leaned in, free hand on your thigh.

oh.

“You’re drunk,” you place a hand on his chest trying to keep his body from moving any further. “You don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Then just blame it on the alcohol.” He chuckled. “I’ll take care of you for tonight and if you regret it in the morning, I’ll take full responsibility.”

—

If someone would’ve told yourself from a hour ago, that you’d be pressed down into the cushion of the couch by your best friend ; you wouldn’t have believed a word.

You wouldn’t be able fathom having jeongins head buried between your thighs as his tongue lapped over your clit with precision. Your hands tangled in his hair while you shamelessly rutted against his face.

You were a complete mess in your best friends hold and jeongin loved every second of it.

“So needy. Just look at you.” He said, planting kisses on your core. His member strained against his pants, begging to be set free. He had to focus on drawing soft circles on your hips, trying keep himself from flipping you over and pounding into you.

That’ll come later, but first he wanted to make you feel good on your own.

“Fuck— jeongin. ‘Mm so close,” You moaned out, head tossed over the arm of the couch as His tongue dipped in and out of you. you could feel your stomach tighten, orgasm creeping over until it bursts.

your body shakes violently as it rakes over you like a storm and jeongin has to hold you in place, still licking your clit as you cum. “S-stop it, inn. It’s too much.” You whimpered pathetically.

“shh, baby. Just a bit more” he whispered, still sucking you raw.

When he pulls his tongue off you, a string of saliva was the only connection between him and your core.

He moves up, bringing his lips to yours and you could taste yourself on his tongue. You could feel his length press against you, making you whine into the kiss.

You wanted him bad. Your fingers found their way to the waistband of his pants.

“Goddamn it, y/n” Jeongin pulled back with a hiss once he felt you free his member, taking it into your hand. “You’re so impenitent. want me to fill you up, yea?” He grunted, bucking his hips in your palm.

“Please,” You begged through a short breath. “Fuck, jeongin. Please, I need it.”

“Baby, it’s already in your hands. I’m sure you can figure it out. You’re such a smart girl.”

hearing him speak like that had an effect on you like no other. you were clenching around nothing, wondering if this was the same man you called your best friend. It was conflicting but it made you hornier than ever.

without hesitation, you positioned his member at your entrance.

“Good job, love.” Jeongin praised, planting a soft kiss and on your temple.

he slipped his tip inside, but to your surprise, didn’t go any further. Instead, he pumped his head in and out of your entrance, feeling it stretch and close around his dick. The constant teasing made you hyper aware of that certain spot. “Inn.” You whimpered, hands finding their way to hips. “Don’t play with me like this. Just fuck me.”

A wicked grin formed across his face as he got the reaction he wanted. “I’m sorry baby,” he chuckled, “ ‘just so fun seeing you clench and try to hold me in there.”

He grabbed your wrist, pinning them above your head.

“Forgive me, yeah?” He asked. Although he knew you’d never respond because you were to busy crying over his dick that he pushed inside you.

every inch of his girth was buried in your warmth.

He clicked his tongue, “Tight, you’re so fucking tight. Has Chris not been fucking you right??” He rasped into your ear, his hips starting a steady and sensual pace.

no, not like this. You had never been treated like this. Not by Chris— not by anyone. “If I had known, I would’ve done this sooner.”

His thrusts were strong and deep, dick brushing that spot that made your toes curl. The hand he held on Your stomach, pushing it, added that extra pressure that had you crying out his name. “you’re so good for me. Sucking me up so well.”

you continued on like that, your best friend fucking you dumb until you’re spluttering mess. Even when he flipped you onto your stomach— he didn’t miss a single beat. It felt like nothing could stop you two.

But when your phone goes off on the coffee table, there’s a pause. It was small interval, enough time for jeongin to reach over and grab it.

“Looks like that boyfriend of yours is missing you.” He pulled you up by your hair, back against his chest. “Lets answer it, hmm?”

Before you could even think about protesting, the phone was being pressed to your cheek as jeongin went back to fucking you from behind.

“Hey, babe. I’ve been trying to call you all day. Is the there something wrong?” Chris asks, but you could barely comprehend his words.

Jeongin pounded into you, hips slapping against yours and you know Chris can hear it. And if he can’t, he could definitely hear your cries. “Chris— ngh!”

“Y/n, what’s going on? Where are you?”

Jeogin chuckles from behind, pulling the phone back. “sorry, been really busy hasn’t she?” He asked bringing a mix of confusion and anger to the man on the other line.

“Who the fuck is this? Let me talk to y/n.”

“I would but,” Jeongin sucked in a breath, “she’s got her hands full.”

You didn’t know when their conversation ended or if jeongin had even hung up or not. you were too busy getting your back blown out.

“You must’ve liked the thought of him hearing you like that, huh? You were clenching so hard around me, I thought it would break off” He rasped, hips snapping wildly.

“Inn, inn, inn.” You cried, tears welling up in your eyes.

His hips stuttered, a telling sign that he was reaching his limit. Heat built in both of your stomachs, aching for relief. “Gonna fill you to the brim ‘n make you mine.” He whimpered, leaning down, nuzzling his face into the curve of your neck. “Love you so much, Ugh.”

“Me too, inn.” You mewled, rocking in rhythm with his rut. That action in its self has jeogins dick twitching, his load following swiftly after.

He milked himself until his seed was spilling out of you with each pump. “Such a mess.” He whispered, sliding out of you.

Your poor couch.

The rest of the night was spent in the confines of your bed, both you and jeongin confessing some unsaid feelings— before sharing slow and wet kisses until you were eventually lulled to sleep.

:)

[mykoreanlove]

Tsundere ツンデレ

Ding dong.

Your eyes shot open like the speed of light.

Ding dong.

What time was it?

Ding dong.

Who the fuck rang your bell at 3 in the morning?

Ding dong.

Fuck, the neighbors were going to lose it.

Ding dong.

“I am coming!!” You raced to your door as fast as you could.

Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I said I was com-” you shouted as you opened the door angrily. Your visitor took you by surprise as you had not heard from him in weeks. Right in front you stood your ex-boyfriend – incredibly handsome, yet incredible fucked up. His dark hair tousled, his eyes bloodshot, his body clouded in smoke and his whole being reeking from alcohol. You were annoyed that he dared to show up like this and threw the door in his face. Or so you thought. He had his foot in the door before you could succeed at shutting him out.

“Y/N.”

Hearing him say your name sent shivers down your spine. You loved his deep and raspy voice but hearing it now made your heart flutter in the worst way. You were not allowed to feel these emotions anymore, you just couldn’t. “Min, you can’t be here.”

He scoffed, glaring at you viciously. “Why? Have you already found someone new to share the bed with?”

Ah, there he was again – still the angry and cynical guy you remembered the most. Over the course of your short-lived romance, you had never seen him portray his positive emotions – not once. He always played it cool, being the reserved and harsh person that he was. You once found this trait to be attractive but realized that you couldn’t handle it very well. Yoongi confused you as he was rude and harsh most of the times, only kind and appreciating on rare occasions. You never knew what he was truly thinking or feeling – he never opened up to you like that. Hence you called it quits. Not because you didn’t have feelings for him, but because you were convinced, he hadn’t any for you. Not wanting to be weak, you decided to take on his approach.

“Does that matter?”

“It does matter to me”, he scoffed again. You raised your eyebrow in surprise. “What? Did you think I was fine after you broke up with me?”

As a matter of fact, yes, you did think he was fine. You assumed he continued living his life, produced new music and dated other girls. Yoongi’s eyes widened in surprise as he realized that you seriously had not considered this possibility. “Y/N, why? Why would you think that? Don’t you know how much I loved you?”

Tears started straining your face as you tried to compose yourself. “Min, how was I supposed to know?” Seeing you like that hurt him badly. Realizing that he fucked up another relationship because he couldn’t show how much the other person meant to him was even worse. Was he doomed to repeat his mistakes over and over? “Can I.. Can I come in?”

You let him enter and walked to the kitchen, getting him a glass of water. You handed it to him silently, nudging him to drink. “Do you think I’m here because I’m drunk?” He smiled sweetly, masking his pain as much as he could. “I’ve been drinking for years, this is nothing. I’m not here because of the Hennessy I’ve downed. I am here because I can’t stand it anymore.” He faced you directly, taking his time to choose his words carefully. “I know I seem cold. Sometimes distant or cranky. Annoyed even. I can’t open up so easily as it takes me some time but… y/n, I really cared about you. So, fucking much. Still do.” He laughed a little as he wiped away the tear that built on the corner of his right eye.

You walked over to him and held his hand. “Was it me?” He looked at you confused. “What do you mean?” “Were you not able to open up because of me? Did I do something wrong?”

Yoongi started to cry – the last thing you expected from him. “No. No, of course not. You were perfect. No, you are perfect y/n. I just – I have trouble letting people in. I was always like that, probably because of the upbringing I had. It was fucked up, you know?” You wanted to be snarky and remind him that you did not know, because he never opened up to you, but you bit your tongue. He was clearly in pain, fighting against himself and your bruised ego had no place in this one-man tragedy. “Min, I am sorry”, you whispered. He got closer to you, his face almost touching yours. “Don’t be”, he mumbled. “I was the one at fault. I pushed you away. I am really sorry, y/n. I came here to tell you that. To tell you that I’m sorry and that I miss you and that I had been crying myself to sleep for the past few weeks. Ever since you left me, to be precise.”

You looked at him in disbelief, how was that possible? The boy that seemed so distant and cold was heartbroken over you? “I guess my behavior was very confusing to you. I still confuse myself at times. I behaved like an immature savage most of the times because I was too nervous and shy around you. I was afraid of you seeing my innermost side, so I pushed you away before you could come too close to me. My deepest apologies, y/n.”

His words moved you. You were able to finally understand. The enigma that was sitting right in front of you wasn’t disinterested but afraid. Your hand caressed his cheek, you missed the feeling of his porcelain skin. You missed smelling his musky perfume, missed his warm touch, missed the raspy sweet nothings he whispered in your ear as he was making love to you. Yoongi wasn’t the only one that cried himself to sleep at night. And now he was here, confessing his love to you. You had to pinch yourself to check that you were in fact awake.

He grinned into your hand. “I am glad it’s not completely over, y/n.”

“Don’t be so full of yourself, Min.” You wouldn’t make it easy on him, that was for sure. He laughed at you sweetly. “Would be more believable if you wouldn’t be sleeping in my shirt, babe.”

His shirt? Fuck, you were half asleep as the bell rang and didn’t think of putting on clothes. He left his favorite shirt, an oversized white one with some initials on the front, at your place and weirdly never asked for it back, so you decided to keep it. You used to fall asleep to it as it smelled like him but when his scent disappeared you decided to sleep in it – you somehow felt closer to him that way. You smiled as you got caught in the act: “I really can’t fool you, can I?”

Yoongi took your head in his hands and kissed you. “No, and I don’t want you to. Your feelings are written all over your face and I love you for that. Don’t ever change, especially not for me.” He placed another kiss on your lips. “Me, however, I will work on that. I’m not all spice, I’m also sweet y/n. I’m sweet for you..”, he looked at you pleadingly, “if you let me.”

[fangsforiris]

I Want To Be You [Shū]

Prompt: Idolization & a Desire to Become.

Person: Ayato Sakamaki, Shuu Sakamaki

HC’s:

🍷 Ayato has always idolized Shuu from a very young age.

🍷 As in, he’d do everything he could to mimic the blond, but would fail constantly, as Shuu was an enigma to all.

🍷 Ayato wants to become Shuu.

🍷 No sugar coating it at all. He wants Shuu’s title, he wants his aura, he wants everything and anything connected to Shuu.

🍷 This is all influenced by Cordelia and Beatrix’s rivalry, which heavily influenced and became Ayato’s life, whilst Shuu remained unaffected.

🍷 The rivalry was Ayato’s world, as he did anything to attempt to become the better one out of the two.

🍷 It would always follow in constant failure, however, since Shuu didn’t care, nor did he let up in the high pursuit of the throne.

🍷 It was as if Shuu never saw Ayato as competition, like he could see right through the red-head.

🍷 Overtime, idolization became akin to envy and utmost desire. It was obsessive. It was unhealthy. Ayato dabbled and crosses the lines of sane and normal ages ago whenever Shuu was involved.

🍷 Ayato knew that whatever he did, he needed to be just like Shuu. Didn’t matter how he got there, he just had to overtake him somehow.

🍷 Shuu would know of his… project or obsession so to speak, but never would he outwardly say anything.

🍷 “My whole life, you were a teacher and friend to me

Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy

I, too, have a destiny

This death will be art

The people will speak of this day from near and afar

This event will be history, and I'll be great too

I don't want what you have, I want to be you” — Brutus by The Buttress.

🍷 Ayato desired it, craved it even.

🍷 After all, his abuse he went through would be all for nothing if he didn’t overtake the Great Shuu.

🍷 It would all be in vain. All of the tear stained nights, the ones spent isolated from his triplet brothers, the attempted drowning attempts his mother threw at him. It would serve as a reminder that Ayato had a clear, set goal in mind. And neither Reiji, or Shuu, would get in front of it.

🍷 He couldn’t care less about Reiji’s stance on the throne, all because Ayato knew that his real, main opponent was Shuu. It always was. And always will be.

🍷 You know the quote “you either wanna be him or be with him” Ayato will always choose the first when it’s about Shuu.

🍷 A broken mirror represents jealousy/envy.

🍷 Ayato has definitely broken a few mirrors when deep into his comparison mindset, unable to recognize or bear the thought of the red-head looking back at him through the looking glass. It was far too much. Red could never turn into blond.

🍷 Yellow Hyacinths also represent envy.

🍷 Laito once brought him those flowers as a joke, unknowing of Ayato’s deeply rooted anguish. (He lied, Laito knew.)

🍷 It can go both ways, as Laito is also envious of Ayato, but Ayato is far too consumed with Shuu.

🍷 Ayato secretly keeps a board consisting of pictures of Shuu.

🍷 He would sometimes draw big, gaunty red ‘X’ marks across his face, or find a knife and stab it repeatedly.

🍷 It differs on some days, as for the ones where he feels nostalgic and his envy dies down to a ‘healthier’ level of obsession, he’d draw hearts and circles, emphasizing what he wants and appreciates to gain.

🍷 Ayato even collects pictures and paraphernalia of Shuu just to go the extra mile of what it is he lacks inside himself and how he can change it.

🍷 He once thought of dying his hair blond, and perhaps getting coloured contacts, but it was then when he realized that he could never fill Shuu’s place.

🍷 Even more on this, he once bought box dye of bleach, toner, and purple shampoo to dye his hair.

🍷 Ayato did this in secret, and once he did so, it came out streaky and he quickly went to buy red hair mix.

🍷 Ayato drinks to cope. Specifically the same brand of alcohol Shuu particularly enjoys. Hennessy is a go to, as well as some champagne shockingly.

🍷 Shuu hates the classic beers, so Ayato never even looks at it.

🍷 Ayato used to try and dress the same as Shuu, but would gain strange looks and small remarks. He’d burn all of the clothing he’d bought with his allowance in the next week.

🍷 Shuu wears black and brown eyeliner, kajal (kohl,) and sometimes mascara to accentuate  his blue eyes.

🍷 Ayato saw this and would pick up the same brands as Shuu did.

🍷 It was safe to say that Ayato didn’t suit it as well as he thought he would, and aimed for the brown instead in his outer corners as the full thing made him ‘emo.’

[s-4pphics]

dial. teaser (e.w)

wc;cw: idk almost 1k not quite doe, fratadjacent!ellie back in this hoe, all ocs r black coded big purr <3, dubcon, parties, ellie being sexy, SMUT MDNI, not really yet but later y’all know the deal🤨, descriptions of sex and brief mentions of psychedelics?, omg am i finally gonna have pwp :3

dash sleep lol 

TWO STORIES @ THA SAME TIME????3!3&3 

im not a texter lol 

You gnawed at your nails as you looked down at the burning screen of your phone, waiting for your friend’s friend’s reply while pacing around you and your roommates’ small room. 

Your heart pounded against your chest with anxiety as you hastily waited for her reply. Please don’t make this awkward! Please!

You nearly jumped from the rugged floor to the ceiling when your device dinged again. And again. And one more time for good measure! 

You sighed with relief, your fingers tapping on your screen with vigor. 

You bit the skin on your lip and decided to test her.

You saw the small bubble pop up on your gray screen before it disappeared. Your nerves almost picked up before you received another message from her. 

Oh, shit. You fucked up. Maybe being an asshole isn't the way—

Your cheeks burned instantly; you should’ve never taken your Hennessy-filled yard cup to a fucking frat house! 

You woke up to a slew of text messages from… everyone? How many people did you approach last night?! You had texts from random contacts that you saved, firl wit fake nut on her face? haha in particular, asking if you made it home safe or could send titty pics🥺, and it made you want to crawl into a dirt hole and die. 

When Dina sent you a bunch of rushed texts asking if you smashed her best friend, you nearly fainted. Not only was your first rule of conduct broken — never fuck your friends or their friends! — but now you had to deal with your friends' side-eyeing you for fucking the one person they told you not to! You almost wanted to say that you didn’t fuck her, and it was all a prank, but by the large, dark spots and bite marks on your neck, nobody would believe you. 

You’ve never met Ellie before last night. Her and Dina are super close, according to your friend, and she apparently sells shrooms to other students after finals week? You saw her in passing on occasion, and she acknowledged you sometimes, but you knew nothing about her, despite Dina telling you to leave her the hell alone, bitch. You don’t need those problems. 

So how the fuck did you end up laid out across her roommate’s bed with her… fat dick in your throat?! And why is fucking her all that you remember from last night! 

You, by the grace of god, recall all the events: her tugging at your waist to pull you closer, the whispers and sucks on your ear, the slaps and scratches on your ass when she dug your guts out! 

You wanted to cry.

You felt tears jerk in your eyes at her aloofness. You were about to FaceTime her before another text appeared and soothed you. 

Before your fingers could type out another sloppy apology, a text from said psycho popped up on your screen. And you tapped it on accident; You need to turn off your read receipts!

… Your tummy swirled. Only a little. You shook your head like she was there with you.

For what, bitch! You didn’t do anything! You could hear your sock-covered feet padding across the floor as you nervously stomped around the small space. 

You typed and sent your reply, your thumbnail in between your teeth and stomach in knots. You hated how your pussy prayed for her to undo them soon. 

You remember her so well, it frightened you.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before another message from her popped up. The knots in your gut tightened against your will. 

You forgot to breathe when you replied to her in approval, anticipation of seeing the red-haired, big-dicked girl beaming through your heart. 

1, 2, 3, four, five

[sintiva]

cw: reader intoxicated, for the sensitive nippled girlies, slight exhibitionism, not proof read

could you imagine toji feeding you so much alcohol as you two dance away at some elegant ball. the floor is crowded, but he’ll consistently have a hand wrapped around your throat and another gripping a hennessy bottle and tilting it towards your mouth. and when you open he’s just pouring it in, watching as you swallow down the liquid. some of it splashes all down your tits, but toji just keeps pouring. your eyes are shut tight and your just slurping it all down, “good girl, yeah?” he’s gripping on your throat and praising you. “stick out your tongue like this when i’m feeding you my dick, kay.”

waits till your pushed up against him, a whimpering mess. your rubbing your hands all over your body and he’s got your hips in a nice fight grip. you can feel his dick twitching on your stomach. you graze your nipples against the soft fabric of his top. you’ve got your top down in the middle of this big ball, but you couldn’t help it. you couldn’t help how your big eyes begged for so much that you wouldn’t be able to take. toji could feel your body twitching with each rub of your chest against his body. he makes you almost cry because he’s calling you such a “needy slut”. telling you that “sluts like you don’t deserve to cum.” but he grins when he feels you grow limp in his arms. he can feel you twitching and writhing as you came from your nipples. he loved how sensitive your nipples were and he liked how easy it was to make you cum with alcohol in your system. but don’t pout at him. don’t let those beautiful, gold dusted cheeks grow a faint red and don’t let them feel tears. if they do you won’t be making it home on 2 feet that night, cause he like it when your wobbly, fucked out mess.

he likes how needy you are. how easy he can pull up your dress in a dark corner and fuck you like he pleases. you try to cover your mouth. just to make sure you don’t scream to loud, or moan to high. but he doesn’t make it easy. he’s ramming you. getting high off the tight squeeze of your pussy. the way you cream around his cock. he’s got you right where he’s wanted you this entire night. pressed up against a wall, they have this mesh fabric hanging from up and it makes your nips feel so good. and he won’t let you move. he needs to feel how tight you get when you cum. when there’s two forms of pleasure. while you’re crying and hiccuping, “you like fucking m’ li-like dis?” of course he does! cause you cum the fucking hardest when you’re getting piped in public and when he tells you to “quiet down,” you throb a bit harder.

[gyulovly]

drunken desires part 2

genre: friend with benefits au! smut

word count: 862

summary: after drunk sex in a bathroom stall yeonjuns going through it

warnings: solo masturbation, oral (male rec), gagging, choking, use of force, slight face fucking, kinda like free use if you squint, big cock yj (daisys fav BWAHHA) truly just pure filth with little to no storyline

note: jumps between imagination and reality ><!

yall sm has happened since i’ve been gone and YES SOLO QUEUE WILL COME OUT. i havent written in forever and after rereading that shit im making major MAJOR edits

im also in school again <3

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Yeonjun hates himself for what happened.

He feels ashamed for not being able to control himself last weekend.

But he couldn’t help it. not on half a bottle of hennessy with the girl of his dreams dragging him somewhere secluded.

“fuck.”

yeonjun gasps through shallow breaths, chest slowly heaving while seated in bed.

his heavy cock in hand twitching at the thought of you…

"Yeonjun…”

his name rolls off the tip of your tongue as you tug at his waistband seated on the bathroom floor pulling them lower exposing his hardened length.

Yeonjun wraps his hands tightly around the head of his weeping cock, arousal dripping from the tip.

“youre so fucking big,” you drawl, holding it up against your face, it was larger than you anticipated and thicker too.

shit.

yeonjuns fingers trace along your pretty features. your doe like eyes and needy expression, eagerly waiting for permission.

Yeonjun swipes the slit of his cock, sharply inhaling. the tip of his head so red, so angry. precum continuously leaking from the top.

“not yet.” he breaths, resisting movement of his wrists.

your shallow breath gently knocks the base of cock, nose grazing at his tip. a heady scent fills your senses, watching pearly translucent beads leak from the tip of his head.

yeonjun tugs on the base of your neck, bringing his weepy cock to your lips.

“go on kitten.”

you hesitate.

yeonjun whines your name in silence, pained resilience urging for any sense of friction. cock twitching in hand begging to be played with.

how he wishes to use that pretty mouth of yours.

yeonjun grasps his heavy length with his free hand tapping the tip against your lips. precum effortlessly staining them clean.

“just taste me darling, dont worry.”

weary eyes peer below yeonjun watching those precious lips of yours slowly part way for his bulbous head. your tongue gently swipe against his weeping slit, coating your appendage with the taste of him.

“shit y/n..”

yeonjun hisses working down his entire length.

his heady taste overwhelms your senses lapping along the tip of his leaking cock for more. yeonjun shallowly thrusts upwards, both hands finding their position at the back of your unmoving head.

“come kitten open wider for me.”

your jaw slacks, lips forcefully parting wider at the intrusion of his tip shallowly fucking the entrance of your mouth.

yeonjun’s cock weighs heavily against your tongue leaving barely any room for you to breathe.

tears well unable to do anything else but be used by him.

“youre such a good girl you know that?” yeonjun grits, cock twitching between his hands tugging on his shaft lower and tighter.

saliva drips around your mouth the further he shoves his length down your throat, inch by inch closing in on your airway. tighter and slower, larger and wider, theres no time to adjust.

just how long is he?

yeonjun grasps the back of your head with one final push, the tip of his cock slams the back of your throat. nose at the hilt of his pelvis. tears spill unable to breathe, panic ensues frantically tapping his thighs for release.

he stares. holding you still.

a wicked smile of satisfaction.

“stay like that for a little longer kitten.” he pants standing on his knees. a pillow folded in half in front of him trusting his entire length at the entrance.

the rough texture of the fabric encases his sensitive cock, bringing him to ecstasy.

yeonjun moans your name.

hands gripping the base of your neck firmly, he pulls himself off. you gasp for air, thick strings of saliva spill from your lips dripping onto your thighs.

arousal pools at the sight of his cock twitching under low light, glistening.

“jun..,” you mewl, voice hoarse from deep throating his cock.

“more.”

taking a hold of his shaft between your hands you wrap your lips around his cock shoving your face down his length stretching your muscle, readjusting quickly to his size. yeonjun chokes at the sight of your bobbing head taking him in deeper with every shove. his tip knocking the back of your throat with every push.

“youre such a good girl y/n..” yeonjun whispers taking control of every thrust.

hand firmly grip the back of your head, yeonjun thrusts upwards slamming the back of your throat, forcing your face down at the same time. he doubles over holding you there unmoving, thick liquid suddenly fill your mouth, warmth slowly running down the back of your throat.

a loud moan rips out of yeonjun at his release. thick sticky liquid coating the inner lining of his pillow coming undone at the thought of you.

he feels like shit.

even if it was just his imagination. his corrupt thoughts were all about you.

guilt washes over yeonjun, his breathing unstable staring at his stained pillow.

he’s never came that much until now and he hates it.

Yeonjun sighs.

how was he to face you tomorrow after what he’s done.

[nibblette]

And here is my top 10 TRC fics Part 2

6. There’s no place like my room.

This is a heartstring tugger. This takes place after the events of Greywaren but before the epilogue. Ronan has terrible dreams of an elderly and dying Adam and brings back Alzheimer’s disease drugs and medical equipment from his dreams. Adam is approached by the feds to join their new dreamer & dream protection. I love that Ronan has to go back to 300 Fox Way. Adam and Declan interact with each other. There’s a happy ending. Part of the ending is inspired by some Pynch fan-art from another artist.

7. In One Piece by creativefiend19

An apparently unfinished Fic but I thought it ended well enough. Another BDSM/kink fic, surprise, surprise. This one has great sex scenes that even have companion art works!

This is mostly Adam’s POV. Adam is still freaked out about the demon using him to choke Ronan. Ronan comforts him by sharing his kinky fantasies. Adam starts to wrap his mind around Ronan’s need for kink and subbing. There is a wealth of sex scenes. Adam thinks up a delightful Valentine’s Day gift for Ronan- sneaking into Aglionby’s Latin classroom to fulfill Ronan’s fantasy to have sex with Adam there. The story continues. The author makes good use of the canon “forsan er haec olim….” quote. Ronan is totally Ronan and makes a list of scenes he wants to do in Latin, lol. The fic goes on to flesh out the pre-Call Down the Hawk Pynch relationship exceedingly well. Highly recommend! The accompanying artwork by sneaky_git are fabulous as well!

8. Home to Me by Parakeats (the main story of the Time Travel AU) https://archiveofourown.org/series/1983088

This fic is so great but it’s unfinished 😭 I love it so much and I wish the author would finish it. Or at least give a synopsis of the ending. It’s an awesome story about a future, older AU Adam being sent back in time to the canon story because Cabeswater needs him. He lives in a slightly different dimension where he is married to Ronan, and his “sacrifice” was to the Greywaren himself, not Cabeswater (which is still in the future AU). Niall is still alive but sort of a villain. Younger, canon Adam is sent to the future AU with older long haired, in control of his power Ronan, but something is wrong with Matthew in this timeline.

This fic has an absolutely sexy and amazing AU of the AU companion smut Fic about younger Ronan coming on to older!Adam! older!Adam takes charge of the encounter and blows young!Ronan’s mind. Ooooo!

9. Another Lil_Redhead post Greywaren fic- ( though it’s an AU). This fic imagines a post-Greywaren-climax where Hennessy wasn’t able to grab all the little bits of Adam spirit from the sweetmetal sea and the lost part was Adam’s romantic love for Ronan. Adam goes back to Harvard quickly but Ronan is devastated. Ronan stays in Boston with Declan (and to be close-ish to Adam). Adam puts together the hints that he and Ronan were lovers, not just best friends. He finds his secret stash of Ronan porn on his phone and falls in lust and love again. This is another tear jerker but with a happy ending.

[karouvas]

18 for trc? 🥺

A plot hole that makes me want to tear my hair out

I honestly consider myself a pretty laid back person when it comes to plot holes for most media and especially for trc; plot holes on their own I’m usually fine to gloss over they only bother me if they coincide with something character related or thematic that I dislike, then I’ll bitch about them, but other times they are simply not my priority compared to other things. And TRC & TD3 are extremely character driven so that’s especially true regarding it, I’m sure there are more major plot holes but the ones that actually bother me would be: 

not addressing in Greywaren when all the magical or dreamt creatures go into a coma because the ley line energies are dead, that Gansey is also a ley line powered creature and should be fully dead rn… like… if we’re going to jump through so many hoops to not bring in or address what’s going on with Gansey Blue and Henry, I feel like you should just address it and/or bring someone in… 

This is more a dropped thread (I was actually making a list of plot holes that borrowed me in trcverse and then realized most of them are actually dropped plotlines so only addressing the two that are kind of both) than a plot hole but the fact the tapestry of women with Blue’s faces never gets brought back beyond that tidbit about it being a sweet metal which isn’t even related back to Blue and her plot line so I don’t think that’s satisfying enough. Part of me wonders if there was going to be a Blue is related to Gwenllian and therefore Glendower thread, or something about other mirror women in Gwenllian’s time. Also think it’s possible this was Mstief playing with the concept of adding clones to the verse before she’d really fleshed that out and committed to what she’d eventually do with the Hennessy girls. Women having to be reflections of the world around them or other people is such an interesting theme to explore and it is sort of a through line in the verse between the Blue as a mirror, the Blue and Gwenllian stuff in BLLB and the Jordan/Hennessy and Aurora/Mor dichtomities (which also gives Blue’s Extreme Distaste for Aurora and more ambivalent discomfort with Gwenllian interesting connotations imo), but it’s only really properly explored with Jordanessy and then not even to it’s full potential. And the red hands… okay I need to save some of this for when I get to taking BLLB notes which will be real soon. But I have many thoughts on how it was not used to it’s full potential at all which includes the lack of explanation

This is also like partially plot hole partially just dropped storyline but the lack of follow through on the thread in MI about Ronan’s fear about Adam being bonded to him because of Cabeswater not being followed through on is sooo odd. Like yes that’s more about his self esteem + abandonment stuff and it’s obviously not true but the fact we never witness a conversation where Adam is like “no your wrong because I made the deal with Cabeswater of my own volition, it was separate from you etc.’ I won’t go into all my thoughts on this am planning to have it come up in my Reading TRB fic as a conversation between them to deal with some of my own gripes… I think td3 on some level is meant to address the consequences of the sacrifices deals choices etc. of trc for Ronan and Adam but it’s also very adamant about not engaging with huge chunks of trc canon like the other chars or dynamics or locations or magic … and like there’s certainly a way to flop as a spin off from trying to be too closely tied to the og series so if she was trying to avoid that I get that impulse, but the desire for the series to be about thematic consequences of the first series while also having nothing to do with the first series and it’s themes…. resulted in some truly bizarre choices imo. So this is an individual example that brings out a lot of my frustrations with this lmao. Also with my gripes about how Pynch’s arc and conflict is handled in td3 but I feel like I’ve spoken on that enough I don’t have to go into it here.

There are things about TRK I’m sure count and Gansey’s resurrection might count but I can’t really articulate my thoughts there rn well say what I have to say on this reread.  thank you

[555sage]

COMPANY w. gregory eddie

SUMMARY — in need of company after dealing with a breakup, she could only think of one person to call.

“Why won’t—this..ugh.” She struggled trying to get her tv to work after it randomly shut off. Usually she would be able to have it done, but for the moment she wasn’t exactly in her element. Breaking up would do that to you. Have you losing your mind, questioning what you did wrong, or what you could’ve done better.

“Fuck this.” Walking to the island counter where a half glass of wine stood next to the opened bottle of Stella Rose. She really wanted Hennessy, but she was in no mood to deal with the consequences in the morning. Finishing off what was left in the wine glass, she decided to just drink from the bottle instead.

“Alexa, play Go There With You by Victoria Monét.”

“Now playing Go There With You by Victoria Monét”

Humming along to the song while she took sips from the wine bottle, she was lost in her mind thinking of what could’ve been. Grabbing her phone off the coffee table, she got underneath the plush throw on the couch taking one last sip from the bottle before setting it down on the ground.

Going through her gallery she selected and deleted photos of them together—or anything even remotely related to his bitch ass. Liability by Drake plays softly in the back, tears spills from her eyes. Emotions running high she scrolled up and down deleting any and everything, she didn’t care.

Reaching for more wine she shakes the empty bottle frustratedly. “I do not need this right now.” Sighing she leans back on the couch to continue her deleting spree. As she scrolls she stumbles on a photo of all the teachers on their first day back. A smile creeps up on her face as she looks at the familiar faces. Looking at herself in the picture she looks at Gregory who had his arms placed around her shoulders.

All she could think about was how nervous she felt around him. When taking the picture she felt so small next to him. But, truthfully that was any and everyday with him. Just tall, smart, handsome—without a second to think she had her phone against her ear as the line rang.

“Hello?” A confused Gregory answered groggily, this made her look at the clock on her wall. 2:40am.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to wake you. You know what it’s fine never mind.” She stammered. Her hand comes up to her face with a slap stupid hoe, she thought to herself.

“No no no, you’re good. I’m still up going through some lesson plans.” He reassured her. Even over the phone miles away he still made her feel a way. “Why are you still up if you don’t mind me asking?”

A heavy sigh came out from her two toned lips as she tried to come up with a lie. “Just can’t sleep.” She said softly running her hands over the soft throw blanket.

By her tone he could tell she was lying. It’s one of the many things he’s picked up on. How she bites her lips when she’s trying to concentrate on something, how her legs shake when she’s antsy, and how her smile makes him smile. He wasn’t going to deny his feelings for her, but the little devil on his shoulder would remind how it wouldn’t work between him. “You sure?” He questioned in a low tone.

Chewing on her bottom lip she held back the tears threatening to spill out. “It’s just I-I need some company.” She lets out the breath she didn’t even know she was holding.

“Talk to me Desiree, what’s wrong?”

“Can you come over?” Nervousness ran up and down her body. Not hearing anything from him she began to panic. “You don’t have to..I don’t even know why I asked—”

He cuts her rambling off, “Desiree it’s fine, just send me your address and I’ll be on my way.” With a smile on her face she sends him her address and the gate code.

“See you soon.”

Desiree launches her phone next to her and rushes off the couch to tidy up. Grabbing the empty wine bottle and wine glass, trashing the bottle and rinsing the glass. She lights the candle she had on her island counter. Passing the mirror in the hall she touched her bonnet covered head and adjusted her reading glasses—maybe she should get herself together?

But why? She questioned the inner her. Your man is coming over silly!

“Not my man, but okay.” She shrugged off the entire conversation she just had with herself and grabbed something more comfortable and respectful for her incoming company. A simple black two piece consisting of a tank top and biker shorts was more put together than just a large black tee and baby yoda slippers.

A knock at the door made her jump in her space, slipping her feet into her baby yoda’s she nervously walked to the front door. Taking her left eye and peeping out the peephole she could see Gregory standing there running his hand over his black durag.

“You came..” She said in a voice of shock.

His tongue swipes across his lips as he looks down at her, “You called.”

She opens the door widely for Gregory, stepping into her home the smell of fresh linen clouds him. “I just wanna say thank you, honestly Gregor—”

“It’s nothing.” He cuts her off as he strolls behind her, watching her as she walks—his eyes trailing up and down her body. His lips curls up into a smile when he notices her slippers.

“Do you want anything to.. drink?” She asks awkwardly catching him staring at her with a smile on his face. Beginning to become self conscious she’s moves herself more behind the island counter.

“Huh–oh no, I’m good thanks.” Snapping out of his trance.

To distract herself from the tension she got herself a bottle of water and instantly chugs it.

“Wanna talk about why you called?”

His question causes her to choke on the water, catching her breath she sets the bottle down.

To be honest, she really didn’t know why she called. “I- I honestly don’t know.” She shrugged.

“Lying doesn’t look good on you.” Gregory shook his head. “Come on talk to me.”

Making eye contact with him from where she stood was still intense even though the two were many inches apart. Now seated on the couch with Gregory next to her— he listened as she spoke about her recent failed relationship.

“You know.. I just pour my all into things and in the end I get burned.” She explained as tears threatened to spill out her eyes. His large hand ran up and down her back to soothe her. Looking him in the eye not saying a word, her eyes told him a lot more than her mouth could.

Unknowingly, they both leaned forward still looking into each other’s eyes. Their lips collide softly, Gregory pulls her closer with his hand under her chin with his other arm extended behind her. Their moment was short lived as she pulled away with quickness.

“I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to..” She looked away feeling embarrassed with herself.

Gregory drops his head as he licks lips tasting a hint of her fruity lip balm on his tongue. He peeked up to see her with her hands over her face. “Desiree.”

“Hmm?” She answered with her face still covered.

“Look at me please.”

His sweet yet authoritative tone made Desiree look up at him. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want to do. You called, so I’m here. I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.”

“Positive?”

“I need you Gregory.” The words slipped from her pink lips like butter.

His eyes softened, “In what way?”

“In every single way.”

That was enough for her legs to be busted open—knees up against her chest as he stroked passionately into her. The warmth and wetness had him completely enamored with Desiree, maybe it was just for the moment but one thing for sure he wouldn’t and couldn’t let this be the last time to be in this position.

His both his large hands roam under her tank top and grip and knead her tits. “So fucking good..” She moans as he slides in and out of her.

“You gonna cum for me?” He grips her jaw and pushes his index finger in her warm mouth. She swirls her tongue around his finger and sucks it.

“I’m almost there Gre—

Her moans start to interrupt her from answering, the way he was up in her she found it hard to speak. Close to her third orgasm she tightened around him. “I feel you baby, I got what you want.”

He dips down to roughly kiss her, slipping his tongue in. “Shit Des..”

Pulling away, he slips out of her and busts on her exposed stomach and some drips down her pussy lips. Barely catching her breath Desiree was dazed from the dick he dropped in her.

He laughs quietly, “You good?”

“You slipped my wig back a bit, think I need moment.” She held up her manicured french tipped finger up at him. “Sorry for pulling up your durag too.”

“Let me get you cleaned up.” He shook his head with a grin on his face.

“I’m just gonna.. lay here.”

Gregory chuckled lowly as he got up to freshen both himself and Desiree. He damn sure is glad he answered that phone call.

[francispeaks]

The Decline of Luxury

Luxury fashion has long been synonymous with timeless elegance, superior craftsmanship, and exclusivity. However, in recent years, a growing concern has arisen in the industry regarding the declining quality of luxury brands. Many fashion enthusiasts and critics argue that the pursuit of profit and the fast-paced nature of the fashion industry have led to a compromise in the quality of these prestigious brands.

Bernard Arnault and the Changing Landscape of Luxury

Bernard Arnault, the influential businessman and chairman of LVMH Moët Hennessy Louis Vuitton, has played a pivotal role in reshaping the luxury fashion landscape. He has transformed LVMH into a global powerhouse, with a portfolio of more than 70 iconic brands including Louis Vuitton, Moet & Chandon, and Hennessy.

While his influence has undoubtedly been substantial, it has not always been beneficial for the industry as a whole. For the last two decades, Arnault has been at the forefront of big-name luxury brands, often with the goal of expanding their reach and profitability. However, this expansion has come at a cost.

In the 90s, luxury fashion felt untouchable. The prices were high ( not as high as in today’s age ), but they were justified by the exquisite craftsmanship and exclusivity that these brands offered. Luxury fashion was an aspirational status symbol for those who could afford it, and it wasn’t just about that status, it was about the craftsmanship of the Haute-Couture, the eye to detail in every piece, the piece of garments that was made for you and lasted for generations to come.

Arnault's vision, on the other hand, aimed to make luxury more accessible to a wider audience. We all know what that means– if brands want to appeal to the global audience, then they need to think quickly, craft it quickly, and sell it quickly. This shift in strategy has led to the popularization of luxury goods, but it has also resulted in a saturation of the market and a decline in quality.

The Erosion of Quality

One of the most significant consequences of the luxury fashion industry's rapid expansion and mass-market accessibility has been the erosion of quality. In the pursuit of profit and market share, many luxury brands have cut corners in production, using cheaper materials and less skilled labor. This cost-cutting approach has compromised the quality and craftsmanship that were once the hallmark of luxury fashion.

Luxury brands that were once renowned for their attention to detail and commitment to excellence have fallen victim to the desire for higher profit margins. The result is that products are now more costly and of inferior quality compared to their 80s and 90s counterparts. In an era where consumers are increasingly seeking value and authenticity, this decline in quality raises concerns about the long-term sustainability of luxury brands.

The Impact on Consumers

As luxury fashion brands chase higher revenues and broader customer bases, they risk alienating their loyal, long-standing customers who expect nothing less than the best. This shift in focus from quality to quantity has begun to manifest itself in the mass market as well, where discerning customers are beginning to notice the diminishing quality of luxury goods.

For example, luxury handbags that were once known for their durability and timeless design may now show signs of wear and tear more quickly, ( I am looking at you Louis Vitton ). Garments from renowned fashion houses may lack the same attention to detail in their stitching and finishes ( Versace isn’t the same anymore, I said what we are all thinking ). This decline in quality not only affects the brand's reputation but also creates a sense of disillusionment among consumers who once held these brands in high esteem.

The Future of Luxury Fashion

The decline in quality within the luxury fashion industry is a cause for concern, as it threatens the very essence of what luxury represents. While Bernard Arnault's vision of accessibility and market expansion may have contributed to this issue ( as every Billionaire with a capitalistic dream does ), the industry as a whole must reevaluate its priorities.

To restore the integrity of luxury fashion, brands need to refocus on craftsmanship, quality, and exclusivity. It's essential for luxury brands to strike a balance between making their products more accessible without compromising on the standards that made them iconic in the first place. By delivering on the promise of superior quality, luxury brands can regain the trust of their discerning customer base and ensure the long-term sustainability of their legacy.

I want to see seems well done by a seamstress who still values Haute-Couture, I want brands to value traditional craftmanship and use it in their collection and get inspired by it for decades, I want Designers to not fall into the temptation of money, I want fashion to slow down and know that the detail matters, because you will be remembered by it.

However, is not just the brands that are to blame, is the clients too, clients that don’t dare to question quality any longer or get curious about how their garments and pieces are constructed, there is no sense to the word "quality" any longer because all we wear and accept to wear is polyester or polyamide, a jacket with non-straight seems, or a seem that breaks after a week, heels that break as you walk, bags that get destroyed because you used it.

We need to question Lvmh brands and other Luxury Fashion brands on how are they so expensive and how they make their clothing, just like we question Fast Fashion Brands on how their clothes are so cheap.

[pinkyjulien]

🎶 Ten songs / Ten people

Got tagged by @corpocookie and @ouroboros-hideout! Thanks you two! 🧡🤗

Put your playlist on shuffle and share the first ten songs, then tag ten people! 🎵

I'll plop into my "FAV" spotify playlist and slap some YouTube links for easier access if anyone's curious 👁👄👁

Frankie Goes to Hollywood - Relax

The Presets - This Boy's In Love

In this moment - Fly like an eagle

Regard, Troye Sivan, Tate McRae - You

Cobra Man - Bad Feeling

Foster The People - Lamb's Wool

The Vamps - Married in Vegas

Joey LaBeija - Tears in my Hennessy

Hundredth - Bottle It Up

Vessel - Red Sex

Love how literally the first two songs are gay as fuckghfhghfhjgf listen... that's how it is 😩👌

▶ Tagging, with no pressure! @aldecaldhos - @lucky38-2077 - @depyotee - @lokiina - @arcandoria - @dreamskug - @elvenbeard - @wraithsoutlaws - @kharonion - @therealnightcity

[fandomfluffandfuck]

S, as a fellow fall out boy enjoyer, i gotta admit I started tearing up at work today bc "sunshine riptide" came on my playlist and i started thinking about stucky and got sad

Idk why i just thought you might relate

Eyyy, good to know, lol 🤙🏻 because you are not the only one! Stucky and Fall Out Boy hit a spot in me that is pure weakness.

I don't even have my own attention You say, "Please don't ever change," but you Don't like me the way I am, the sign says "Don't you tap the glass," but I read it in reverse: "eht pat uoy t'nod syas ngis ehT" The world tried to burn all the mercy out of me, but you know I wouldn't let it, it tried to teach me the hard way, I can't forget it Driving down the coast again The pills are kicking in, the pills are kicking in She said, "I love you 'til I don't" I am just playing house, no idea what I'm doing now There are no atheists in foxholes The pressure's getting to me, it's time to throw in the towel 'Cause I'm stuck in the sunshine riptide Dancing all alone in the morning light The sunshine riptide You came back like a wave when I was feeling alright, the sunshine Call me Oluwaburna, I fell in love, but I didn't fall down Them say me nah normal, drink Hennessy, me nah drink water Make me stumble pon me Air Jordan Ain't no slowing down, know I keep it rolling now Smoking in my fuckin' brain, passing through my fuckin' mind Feel like I'm bulletproof, bulletproof, baby With the sun shining through, got the blunt and the juice, cruise Ridin' through the The sunshine riptide Dancing all alone in the morning light The sunshine riptide You came back like a wave when I was feeling alright Sun, sun, sun Sun, sun, sun (I-I'm stuck in...) Sun, sun, sun Sun, sun You are my truest feeling yet I love you so much, it's just like oxygen And it's going to my head A public meltdown, petulant, but irreverent Take all your possibilities then take away the limits Take your ideas and throw away all the gimmicks I do the best with what I have The pills are kicking in, the pills are kicking in 'Cause I'm stuck in the sunshine riptide Dancing all alone in the morning light The sunshine riptide (The sunshine) You came back like a wave when I was feeling al- (-right) I'm stuck in the sunshine riptide Dancing all alone in the morning light The sunshine riptide (The sunshine) You came back like a wave when I was feeling al- (-right) Sun, sun, sun Sun, sun, sun (I-I'm stuck in...) Sun, sun, sun Sun, sun (I-I'm stuck in...)

I mean... come on. Yeah. Just, YEAH.

Don't like me the way I am, the sign says "Don't you tap the glass," but I read it in reverse: "eht pat uoy t'nod syas ngis ehT"

That part is just Bucky. Being imprisoned like a zoo animal in a cage behind a glass barrier, reading the sigh from the inside out so it seems to be reversed and everything is backward and confusing and you don't understand.

The world tried to burn all the mercy out of me, but you know I wouldn't let it, it tried to teach me the hard way, I can't forget it

That part screams Steve to me. It is definitely Bucky, too. But Steve. Being bullied growing up, continually knocked down, but always standing up. He always sees the good in people, no matter what. (Bucky, too, he's been tortured and beaten and made into a machine, but he's a hero. He doesn't want to hurt people.)

You are my truest feeling yet, I love you so much, it's just like oxygen And it's going to my head

S-T-U-C-K-Y

Sunshine riptide

The overarching sun and ocean theme, of course! I can see either of them, Bucky or Steve, as either in the titular pairing, depending on how you look at it. Come with me:

You would obviously expect Steve to be the sunshine with his blonde hair and golden persona as Captain America, God's righteous man, with Bucky following as the riptide. Bucky's churning blue-grey eyes like ocean depths, his body and morals pulled on by HYDRA like the moon tugs the seas, unrelenting, so deeply ingrained it feels inevitable at times. But... Steve's resolve can be like white water surf, unexpectedly strong, a current that comes back again and again no matter how many times it bashes against hard rock at the shore, waiting forever for the seemingly unchangeable to change and doing just that. Bucky can be like the sun with his tanned skin, the way the summer light warms his hair to more of a honey brown than dark chocolate. His smiles when he's happy. His charm, and how welcoming and easy people can find him.

It comes down to the age-old debate I suppose, lol, which, between Steve and Bucky, is the grumpy one and which one is the sunshiny one? Depends on the era and flavor of stucky, I suppose.

There's so much more I could pick out of this song, but that's where I'll stop for now before I completely talk your ear off, haha.

P.S. Sunshine Riptide isn't the only Mania song that guts me by reminding me of stucky, Bishops Knife Trick also makes me lose it.

(Me and @into-a-ship-or-2)

[soupydumplingss]

Sweet Venom.

Warnings: Female!Reader x Any NCT member (according to your imagination), angst!au, non-idol!au, reader is an alcoholic, unhealthy marriage, the male is cheating on her, the member is mentally unstable asf, reader is mentally unstable af in a way too, profanities (not much tho ig?...), reader cries in the end.

Note: Italics in "double inverted commas": ongoing conversation

Italics: reader is thinking

Normal letters: narration

The reader first starts the conversation and the member and reader speak simultaneously.

Prompt: "I can finally be me now. There's no serpent wrapped around my neck choking me. I'm free then."

Walking down the streets of Berlin, it's approximately 8:30 p.m. The bustling streets of the city are still full of life. A heavy backpack slung on one side of your shoulder, the first two buttons of your shirt unbuttoned with your tie hanging loose. Stumbling in your path, drunk, you just want to go home. As you fumble for the keys to your door, you suddenly drop something from your bag. A keychain. Specifically a keychain with initials on it. You kick it away somewhere.

After unlocking the door, you enter your house and lock the door. You kick your shoes somewhere and head to your room. Upon entering your room, a strange hit of nostalgia hits. A cabinet full of trophies, a heavy bunch of medals and certificates adorning the wall. Oh, what a kid I was, you thought. Now look at you, a working machine that runs 24/7 with little to no rest. You look at old pictures of yourself on the cabinet, smiling with your teeth on display. At least it's not fake.

Your younger self would've been proudly looking at you as the rich and successful woman she envisioned you as. But the current you isn't proud at all. Sitting in front of your computer on the topmost floor of your company, always working with a bunch of papers blocking your face, a failed marriage, all the youth evaporated from your face. You've forgotten about yourself, forgotten what happiness is, forgotten priorities. Did you forget your dear husband can still come into the house and see you in your heavily drunken state? Aren't you ashamed of picking another bottle of Hennessy from the cupboard in your kitchen and drinking straight from it?

"Why are you in my house again? To take the remaining of your stuff? If yes, then please be fast and get out."

"Just sign the papers and be out of my sight."

"So much for the man who himself was sleeping with another woman. And for the record, this is my house."

"You never gave time to us. She was there when I needed someone to stay by me, not you."

"So that's a good reason to break the vows you made in church? Remember who works harder."

"And that "who" forgets us. You've changed a lot. I love you very much, but she was just there."

"I think this proves that you were always unfaithful and ungrateful."

"You're moving from the fucking point."

"People who cannot express themselves properly stick to the usage of such crude words." You gulp the alcohol from the bottle.

"Still the woman who spits sweet venom even after being drunk. When will you stop this habit of returning home drunk?"

"It's my money. I can spend it as I want to."

"Baby, I left her. I want us to work out as we used to. I'll move back my stuff in."

Lies. That little stain of lipstick on your collar, a few long strands of the brunette's hair, her favorite perfume lingering on you, your puffy lips with a hint of pink on them, your hair ruffled. How much more lies will you feed me? You reek the smell of sex.

I don't think this will work out. I don't think we will work out."

Tears drop from the eyes of the man in front of you. He falls to his knees and hugs your legs while sobbing hard. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I won't do it again. I love you very much, honey."

You feel disgusted. Same old empty words, all lies. What's the point of this man using his words when it's all fake? I can literally see her in your car outside.

"I'll sign the papers just as you said. Be out of my sight."

You pulled your legs from his grip. As you take the pen from your pocket, you sign the papers and throw them on his face.

"As I said, be out of my range of sight with the remaining of your stuff."

You took off the beautiful diamond ring adorning your hand and threw it on his face. Drinking does help with unsolicited feelings.

He picked up his stuff and the ring while exiting the house. Finally.

A feeling of odd peace hits you. You feel empty. Were we ever meant for each other? Was it worth it? At least we both spared each others' remaining happiness, you thought. You went inside your room. Opening the door of your large bathroom, you fill the bathtub and hop in with your clothes on and the bottle of alcohol in your hand. You let the tap run. You're wet head to toe now. You think about the fight earlier. ""Still the woman who spits sweet venom after being drunk?" You were my sweet venom, the one who seemed as sweet as sugar but turned out to be a serpent." A fresh stream of tears leave your eyes, dripping down your face as you keep chugging the alcohol down your throat.

"I can finally be me now. There's no serpent wrapped around my neck choking me. I'm free then."

Author: help pls im a new writer 😭 i literally wrote this in 2 hours. forgive me if there is any error in the spellings. this story does seem very unclear without any context but somehow, it feels so right like this. I appreciate any support.

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