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clockworkreapers · 11 days ago
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That's weird, there must be a leak in here or something...
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sirenedeslily · 11 hours ago
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VIDEO OBSESSION 〻ᯇ # matthew sturniolo
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✦ SEARCHING FOR PROFILES… two results found !
result ONE out of TWO — @ChromeHearts
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MATTHEW STURNIOLO, marlboro-stained recluse. winter fog. chrome hearts. eyebags? permanent. little big planet. streamer incapable of not raging. body littered in tattoos. opium* meets forgotten ps2 game protagonist. yohji yamamoto. blade runner (1982). 2002. scared of the hoes. relies heavily on sarcasm, dry quips, and saying “bruh” at the most inappropriate times. permanently tired. takes games way too seriously but always clutches the win. vamp anthem by playboi carti. boston › nyc.
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KAILANI HENDRIX, the quintessential “soft girl” youtuber from nyc. tinted lip gloss. born in pink tulle & lace. doe eyed. small, delicate tattoos peeking from under lace-trimmed sleeves. miu miu. short n sweet. freshly painted nails holding a cup of matcha. directed by sofia coppola. prada candy. deer-themed knickknacks. soft spoken. rhode. leg warmers. dainty gold rings. ‘03 princess. her most cherished possession? her custom made blythe doll that her boyfriend gifted her. bambi by clairo. sandy liang. ballet flats.
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CHRIS STURNIOLO, static by lucki. vivienne westwood. 2002. disheveled and clueless. stussy. mario kart aficionado but only chooses donkey kong. pepsi. hot wheels hoarder. timberlands. chronically inebriated but somehow always lucid enough to pull off a quick-witted comeback. dior sauvage. collects old bootleg mixtapes of obscure 90’s memphis rap. french toast crunch. album reaction streamer who plays ssx tricky and gta v when high. custom lighter with his beautiful girlfriend on it. godly at fortnite.
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NAO CHUNG, kill bill: vol. 1 (2003). deeply nostalgic for jet set radio future, and can recite every dj professor k line from memory. born in ‘00. yumin ha. soju. aphex twin. sonic adventure 2. co-parents a tamagotchi with his boyfriend nick. korea › nyc. spike spiegel. incapable of thinking before he speaks. ralph lauren polo. self thought producer. ysl l’homme. singer who effortlessly blends the edge of k-rnb with dreamy electronic textures, capturing a raw, nostalgic energy rooted in korean street culture. omen main but exclusively runs knife kills in unranked just to troll his friends.
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NICK STURNIOLO, self titled idgaf warrior. vintage olympus om-10. obsessed with collecting bootleg runway tapes and niche comme des garçons accessories—his holy grail is an unreleased cdg tote from their 1998 guerilla pop-up in paris.. gentle monster eyewear. homotron 3000. poison by brent faiyaz. carries a polaroid of nao tucked into the coin slot of his vivienne westwood wallet. ‘02 star. mocha macarons. always in second-hand luxury stores. comme des garçons odeur 53. youtuber known for his meticulous fashion reviews. leather jackets and marlboro reds.
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back to profile one @FallenAngels - back to masterlist!
🖥️𓈒ིུ✧꫶᳜᳝͟ᰭ✿⃨ TRENDING NOW ! matt sturniolo was known for many things: his striking looks, his dominance in the gaming world, and his complete inability to keep his cool around beautiful women. so it’s almost poetic—almost—that his fiery temper explodes during an intense fortnite match, broadcasted live to thousands, only to discover later that the player who completely shattered his pride was y/n greenblatt, one of the most beloved streamers in the community—and undeniably beautiful.
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bitchimasnake-sss · 9 months ago
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tumblr au ft. jjk cast!
[part 02]; in which the jjk characters have tumblr lmao
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👔nanamikento Follow
I have been bullied by my son, Yuuji, to join this godforsaken app. I do not wish to be here.
♻👨‍🦳 thestrongest
OMG ZADDY YOURE HERE 🤭
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And this is exactly why I refused to join.
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🧸chosokamo Follow
A girl asked me out at the mall today. I think she fell in love with my greasy hair, eyebags and big emotional baggage.
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yooo you've got the wet, pathetic, loserboy rizz 🔥🤠
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Thank You?
#siri what is rizz? #siri is loserboy a compliment? #siri do women find pathetic men attractive? #hey siri? #siri? #this technology is literally so stupid
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💄yesbara Follow
i think we should (as a society) simply go back to courtship. men try to win over my hand and i kill all of them mercilessly. then i acquire their assets and buy myself some Channel, some Fendi, some Prada. then i will marry my girlfriend.
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🌟todo-takadachan Follow
I love my bro so much, he is the best thing in my life.
#bro #my bro #my brotha #bromance
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💗yoooooji
This Is The King Of The Curses Using His Vessel's Body To Type a Message. I Will Come For All You Mortals Soon Enough. And Then I Will Bathe In Your Blood. You Brats Shall Feel True Fear When I Finally Unleash My Full Strength.
♻💗yoooooji
Also Megumi Fushiguro, Contact Me At Once. I Need To Talk To You In Private.
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Only if you promise to keep your shirt on this time.
♻💗yoooooji
No.
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🙉nanakomimikopapa
visited shibuya train station with my daughters today! such a busy place.
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would be a shame if something were to happen there.
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Geto, what do you mean?
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What do you mean, Geto?
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Geto?
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🍒utahimeehates Follow
Does anyone have any methods to get rid of annoying co-workers quickly?
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I would also like to know.
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Me too.
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Hire a hitman. I'll do it for 10 million yen.
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i'll do it for free as long as it's that white haired freak
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a/n: this is literally so fun to make and im obsessed
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lowkeyclueless5137 · 1 year ago
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What if the overblot boys were somehow affected by the blot, and they can turn into those forms(while still being in control of themselves). It’s not harming them its just the lot literally now a part of them after well, you can’t just go into an overblot and reverting back without some uhhh repercussions.(imagine Riddle accidentally triggers it cause his lack of sleep and accidentally scares Ace and Deuce with it. Or Jamil accidentally got his snake hair from overblot form hissing at a bunch of people)
Ps, imagine the previous overblot just fighting current overblot in the main story(Riddle using overblot form to beat Leona’s overblot, and than Overblot Leona beats up Azul’s overblot, and than Azul’s beats Jamil’s, etc etc. I think the only exception to that case would be Idia’s overblot where literally it’s all the overblot boys at the time fighting Overblot Idia)
Ya know... I did debate that a few times. :v
I had Blot change au and king of the blots au going on in this territory and debating the idea, for the sole purpose that it would be an epic af fight. :v
Well for starters, there have to be some criteria that is checking when this new form is triggered:
The overBlot boy is fully stuck in this form for a few days post being defeated at first, mostly so that it can settle in the new transformation
The transformation is triggered by extreme emotions or high levels of fatigue, where our Boi in question is either held at gunpoint or is so tired, his eyebags could rival prada's. :P
Once triggered, the transformation lasts until the Boi in question rests down properly.
During the transformation, the magic pen can turn at will into a complementary weapon
Also during the transformation, our Boi has more highened senses and much more stamina.
Now with those out of the way, on with the blots:
Our first victim is, of course, none other than Riddle. Imagine poor boy waking up, absolutely confused, only to be punched in the face by Ace, who didn't know at that time that Riddle was fully sane and aware again. Ya know... To make sure. :'3
Apparently he was still in the overBlot form, which yes, he is absolutely scared by his new appearance. Trey is quick to take him and try to calm him down because everything was literally so hectic and everyone was so confused that it did not help anyone that Riddle was crying his eyes out when everything daunted over him.
For a few days, Riddle had a medical pass to cover for his absence at lessons. Trey, Cater or even Adeuce did drop by his room to check on him. Riddle allowed them in, but it was pretty awkward.
Until Ace decides that enough is enough and decides to have the ✨talk✨ with Riddle. Basically telling him straight on his face how everything is absolutely ridiculous and naturally everyone is scared, but this also is up to Riddle's capacity to better himself. Like put sum effort in understanding the other one, not simply following some ridiculous rules to justify for being an ass. He is still salty for the whole tart refusal, so he still expects Riddle to make him a nice tart as compensation for the hell he was put through.
This seems to make Riddle smile, which was a new one lately, and slowly, he turns back to normal as he accepts to serve to Ace a nice big tart as a compensation.
They are buddies now. :3
After that, we have chapter 2, where we get Riddle fuming worse than a firework on the verge of bursting out. That, of course, when Ruggie steals his magic pen.
That's when we see the overBlot form come back, much to the surprise of everyone. But Riddle still was Sande, there was no Phanthom, no floating ominously and apparently Ruggie was slowed down when Riddle's pen turned into a rapier, which gave Riddle enough time to catch up and get Ruggie, much to the horror of the poor hyena Boi, who had 0 idea that this was how Riddle's overBlot looked like. :'D
Cue overBlot Leona occurring later down the line and an epic fight in between Overblots. Riddle should pick up fencing.
Now we have Leona too in the group. Suffer, I guess. :3
Leona's overBlot return comes in book 3, when Azul also overblots. His weapon of choice was a spear. :D
Now Azul, who was absolutely overwhelmed by the situation, he has spontaneous transformations. And being so embarrassed, he usually runs off to hide and calm down. More than a few times Azul fell on the floor due to the tentacles. :'3
His weapon at least, it's a trident. Which is a pretty cool looking. :3
When Jamil occurs and everyone is dokkaned, we also have Azul in his own overBlot form which is why he is also swimming on his own, or more like latching onto the twins to be dragged as well.
Unlike Azul, Jamil has very few moments when he actually involuntarily transforms. Kalim always has on hand sum snacks for the snake in Jamil's hair and the reptiles came to take a liking on Kalim much to Jamil's dismay. 'No, we are supposed to not like this guy'. His weapon is a staff.
Dealing with Vil was pretty easy when you had overBlot Jamil dokkaning Vil in a wall. :'3
Vil tho, has very little time to even comprehend the situation before book 6 comes crashing on everyone. But he likes his weapon: a pretty hand knife. Ya know to be discret. :3
Now for Idia... Hohoho... Idia is a whole other can of worms since you have 5 Overblots fighting him. :3
And also he stays a few days post that in STIX, mostly to rebuild Ortho, deal with the overBlot form and also deal with his parents nagging him. (imagine Mrs Shroud nagging an overBlot Idia and Ortho next to him, both with their head down and embarrassed)
Idia also follows Azul in the category of spontaneous transformations. And even worse for him, his weapon is a sword, which means he has to learn how to use it, which implies that Idia will have to do sum PE :'3
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dojae-huh · 2 years ago
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Doyoung also post ....I believe its him like you guess? Hahaahaa
Jaehyun tagged him on the last photo in the series. Doyoung sat opposite to him and took those pictures.
It is all smartly done.
DJJ are in Japan, so there is a reason to update (arrived at new country, enjoying the place). The first picture in Jae's sequence shows an arm of a manager. It's a dinner with the team. The boyfriend type of pictures are last.
Doyoung's sequence started with him (pics for the fans, the usual type he posts), then a picture with Jae followed by a picture with Woo, and, finally, an "at work" picture. As Do was sitting with Woo one might think the DoWoo are closer friends. Again because there are only two other members in the unit, it is "a must" to post pictures with everyone. Nothing unusual happened here. Doyoung hid a tree in the forest.
Heh, Doyoung chose a picture of Jaehyun that resembles his drawing: disheveled hair, the eyebags and the dimples. Why are ou playing with your earring all shy when another guy is taking a picture of you, Jaehyun, explain.
Lol.
Fans: Jaehyun, why are you not updating your IG with DJJ content?! Are you not happy about the unit?!!
Jae: Calm down, people. Here are your promotional pictures with me as a model, my favourite vinyls, the dance challenge (they made me do it), my buddy Ten. Happy now?
Doyoung: Jaehyun-ah, give me your phone. *uploads pictures he took* Now they will be happy.
The pictures taken by Doyoung are the first photographs of bts Jaehyun in a while. The last one was from February 26th. And Jae uploaded them the same day they were taken. Jae normally either posts his idol self (full make up, pretty model pictures) or his Yuno side (toes in the sand, walking around a night city). It might be the first time he uploaded "raw" candid pictures? Bare faced and spacing out? It is the kind of pictures even a non-celeb won't post. The power of love, I guess. The famous JaeTen post was raw, but Jae was still like from a movie there, idol like.
By the way. The comments for the post with the rock were disabled. Anyone knows what happenned? Were there any nasty comments? Jaehyun had been posting only Prada related stuff since that post right up untill the beginning of DJJ promotion.
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valiisthea · 1 year ago
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Just Mike things:
Doesn't drink coffee too frequently (will indulge occasionally) because it fucks with his sleep and his heart rate.
Eyebags for days. Prada. He worked hard for those bitches.
Guilt and trauma. Toss a good sprinkling of them on everything he eats.
Heart rate constantly elevated. Stress TM and Bad Sleep TM. Also maybe "almost got ate by ghost machines" TM.
Can't disappoint them any further if I never let them raise their standards of me.
Strugglebus is the name of his car.
Dark secrets? That's so last month.
Yeah an aniamatronic tried to eat me once. Just a regular Friday.
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mamashima · 3 years ago
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𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.
SYNOPSIS | Eijirou’s taking you to a gala, and you know what they entail—rich people with too much money on their hands, necks and fingers, who won’t miss an expensive necklace or two. Unfortunately, Eijirou’s much older, and knows what you’re up to before you think of it. Asshole.
CONTENT | thief!y/n, f!reader, billionaire dilf!kiri, manhandling, sir!calling, mirrors, mirrors, spankings, teasing, pet names (i.e. sweetheart, princess), blowjobs, praise, degradation. MINORS DNI!
WORD COUNT | 1.6k
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"And be on your best behavior, understood?"
The car rolls under your red bottoms with anticipation and for a second, you’re convinced Eijirou's scarlet eyes narrow. You struggle to follow why these words have to be said.
You're gonna do it anyway.
When you don't answer and a loopy little grin slides across your cheeks, he sighs, running a hand through his hair and revealing the streaks of grey hidden underneath. The free hand resting on your bare thigh slides underneath the slit of your dress and grips hard enough to warn what would come of it, but that only gets your blood pumping faster.
"Whatever y'say old man," you giggle and give him a pat on his solid chest. Eijirou doesn't look your way, but you can see the fire burning in his eyes.
But little does he know—you bleed kerosene.
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Two Rolex watches. Diamond earrings, Louboutin lipsticks, Gucci bracelets. Granny's pearls.
These people are fucking rolling in it.
You've got a quick hand. Pickpocketing can be done in your sleep and you can undo a lock drunk off your ass. No one raises a scene—no one ever does, not until they get home—and the guards in the fancy hats wear Prada for eyebags. Essentially, this is a fucking free for all buffet for a thief.
But one person noticed. One person always notices.
And it pisses you off.
"C'mon. What'd you take," Eijirou sighs with unimpressed written all over his face, arms tucked under his biceps. You don't doubt leaning the bathroom wall has got to feel disgusting, even if it's against a fancy gold with ornate cyan (not blue, apparently) design. It borders on comical, and you try not to laugh.
"Nothin'," you round your eyes in hopes that he'll let you off the hook. He doesn't.
"Sweetheart..."
"'M serious! Look," you shake the bottom of your silk dress and nothing falls out. Eijirou's face doesn't change.
"Shoes."
You freeze. "I—"
"Shoes, Sweetheart."
Your chest rises and falls with a sigh, and his gaze settles on your feet. Slowly, you slide your manicured toes out of your heels, and out comes the Prada necklace. It hits the tiled floor with a white noise that echoes off the big bathroom walls. Shit.
Eijirou lifts an eyebrow, and you return it with a cheeky smile.
"Take the dress off."
With a huff, you rebel. "Big Red, why I gotta—?"
"Take. The dress. Off."
And, well. Seems like you've lost tonight.
As you peel the expensive thing off, more expensive items hit the floor. Lipstick, earrings. And damn, you really liked those pearls.
It's cold as fuck in the bathroom but your arms create a makeshift blanket. Eijirou finally steps away from the wall and you hate to say you shrink but you do it anyway. A calloused finger redirects your attention from the floor to his eyes, and they burn holes into your lungs worse than a cigarette. You let them.
"I can buy you all this shit," he growls, eyes going dark. "If anything, I'd say you're doin' this shit for attention—we’re not broke.”
You shrug, and it's casual, "Habit.
"We're gonna break it today," he says through grit teeth, before spinning you on the balls of your feet until your stomach presses against the cool counter. In a blink, you're looking at yourself in a 50-inch mirror.
"Bend over."
You huff at the order. He presses a calloused hand against your back to force you over the sink until the faucet digs into your chest. "Ow, you bi—"
Eijirou grabs you by your cheeks hard, to the point where the tips of his fingers dig into your teeth, and forces your eyes towards his darkened scarlet eyes and glistening skin. You aren't sure when he tossed his suit jacket somewhere, leaving his collarbones and upper chest bare and glistening gold, save for his white dress shirt.
"You don't say a fucking word—" you can feel his chest rumble against your spine,"—other than yes sir, and thank you sir. Understood?"
You don't respond right away because at the end of the day, you still have dignity, but Eijirou's a natural at shooting it in the gut. The hand around your cheeks slides down to your neck, and finally, you choke out, "O-Okay."
He tuts, his grip tightens. You do some editing, "Yes sir."
Finally, you watch him grin against your ear, "That's my girl."
Eijirou releases your neck and glides his hand down to envelop yours, pressing you deeper into the counter. His lips find your neck with ease and they have their way with it, kissing and biting enough to leave marks so everyone will know you're his.
His free hand ghosts down your bare waist to slide forwards and under—under your panties, and against the slit of your pussy.
"Fucking hell," he chuckles. It's demeaning, but in the best way. "You're soaked 'n all I've done is piss you off. *You don't like this, do you?"
Which is rude, because he knows the answer as well as you do, but he knows you'll do all you can to avoid giving him the response he wants. Asshole.
Eijirou's lips curl, and the hand between your thighs disappears to give you a firm slap on the ass.
"The hell d'ya just say?"
And shit. You didn't mean to call him an asshole out loud.
"Nothin'," you respond with a quick shake of your head, but Eijirou knows you're lying. He always does.
"You've gotta watch that mouth of yours, Sweetheart. It's gonna get you in trouble." He delivers another warning spank, hard enough to make you wince but soft enough to not leave a mark. Yet.
"Apologize."
But you're already too far gone, so why the fuck not.
"'M sorry sir."
Eijirou hums and finally, his finger returns to where it belongs, in you, but doesn't move. Your teeth grit in the missed pleasure and your hips grind with a mind of their own.
"Uh-uh."
It's easy for him to pin your legs against the lower cupboards with his own. Suddenly, you're stuck, and a lame whimper is all you can muster. It's clear he's going at his own pace, one much slower than yours. "You've been bad all evening—what makes you think I'll give you what you want, hmm?"
You can feel his hard cock pressing through his expensive dress pants—the heat of his body coaxes yours to go into overdrive, his chest sticking to your back from the sweat.  
You feel Eijirou freeze—his entire body go rigid—before he spins you around to deliver a chaste kiss on the lips and muttering: 
"On your knees, Princess."
The tile freezes your burning skin. Honey lighting drips down his shoulders, blotched red like his hair used to be. There’s a clink of a belt buckle, a metallic ziiip, and the tip of his cock is in your face.
"Suck."
Eijirou shivers as you curl your tongue under the head. You giggle as you watch his full-body shiver and nearly break. Wasting time has never been your thing, and as you engulf as much of him as you can, it forces a hitched gasp out of the older man's throat.
"Good girl…get it wet," he purrs, watching with a dark grin on his face as you struggle to take all of him. But, you're determined as hell, and swallow him whole. Eijirou's eyes flutter.
Dropping a hand between your thighs is a risky bet, but it's hard to keep yourself from sinking into a hazy, horny mess with the man's dick down your throat. Eijirou's too busy white-knuckling the counter to notice, but his knees nearly pin you against the cupboard in his lust-filled haze.
"Mm, you fuckin' love this, don't ya Sweetheart," he chuckles, eyeing you for a moment to take in your relaxed state. Eyes closed, loud and messy—that's the way likes you the most. "Y'like when I grab you by throat 'n fuck you how I want?"
Your "yes" is muffled and doesn't sound like anything but a garbled mess, but now he's looking at the hand you put between your thighs with a vain sigh, shaking his head. "Poor little girl can't even keep her hands to herself...fuckin' pathetic."
Your eyes flutter and roll at his words. Eijirou’s hips buck, forcing your head against the wooden cupboard with a bang—his hands quickly wrap around the back of your head, only shoving his cock deeper.
“Mph—!“ Your cheeks puff as he spills down your throat without much warning. His hips stutter and grind, groans spill out his pink lips and he keels over through the aftershocks. Finally, Eijirou stills, hair hanging over his shoulders and chest glowing with sweat. He pulls out with a pop.
“Shit,” he hisses. You lift a shaky hand to thumb to dab at the corners of your mouth, and Eijirou takes both of your hands to help you stand on two unsteady feet.
“Whadd’ya say, Sweetheart?”
You blink up at him feeling gooey and warm, defeated in your favorite game yet again. All dignity and defiance melts away like wax, and you don’t even hesitate as you breathe:
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Mm,” Eijirou responds, tapping your ass twice. “You know I’ll return the favor once we get back home.”
“Thank you, Sir,” you bite back a smile, and his hands wrap around your naked waist. “Can I keep the stuff?”
“You know I don’t care.”
The smile finally breaks. You always win in the end.
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sickrent · 8 years ago
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I had this thought of Begbie dreaming of being at Mark/Simon/Spud's funeral after an OD, waking up and storming to their flat and then kicking them awake to reassure himself they're all still breathing.
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zelda-ffitzgerald · 4 years ago
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He looks so weird in the new Prada pic. You can see they went hard with the photoshop. No eyebags always gives it away. Also his eyes are again not looking in the same direction 🤪
Almost looks like they put a load of make up on him. The eyes are messed up.
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noeimgnajj · 8 years ago
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When did this ideology happened Masks on faces outside the theatre sessions Pieces we peel and sides we try to conceal Never show your true color it ain’t cool to be real Standing in front of the mirror too numb to feel Picking out an outfit at an attempt to appeal Not the plaid skirt; it ain’t in the magazine Keeping up with the trends - it is a must to be in the scene Caking every pore all the way to the core Over lining those lips that could be seen all the way from a mile or four Bake the eyebags from prada to nil Inside and out, everything to be concealed Strap on the 9inch to make your confidence tall And out the door with the hashtag “slaying it all” Honey dripped arrows in the form of greetings “Hi, nice to meet you” - at the top of your lungs, you sing A kiss on the cheek and a hug to wrap up the act, you heaved a sigh of relief between poisonous contact Practiced smiles and teeth white to kill All the false compliments “you’re so pretty I wanna be you” Muddling thoughts regarding your identity But praising push up bras you’re no longer in the itty bitty titty committee Squatting out doubts for a booty and the gram Convincing yourself this is worth it - does that even make sense? But your mind couldn’t think and your heart couldn’t speak When you’re basking in all the attention that these forgery brings Till it is 2 a.m and off the floor you fall A gun in your hand and no one to call Staring at your reflection - what are all of these for? Justifying your mistakes 1,2,3 off the list Is the falsification of our identity deemed as a sin? Defeated with a sigh maybe it ain’t time to die May we live till a time when being real is alright With no care for the armours no need to put up a fight Back to counting flaws instead of stars Sun as the spotlight signalling roleplaying of casts Yet another day pretending we ain’t us
Girls’ Play
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