#i have a bunch of bras but one i wear the most bc the others all have small problems.

[chemicalarospec]

look as someone with medium sized soft breasts it really bothers me when people portray bras as Evil Tools of Oppression that you will chose to frequently forgo once you're (a) Liberated (Woman). I wear a bra every day not because like. men tell me to. or like. i don't want my unfairly sexualized nips to show.

I wear a bra every day because it gives me support. Because otherwise I can't jump without it hurting -- any movement that makes my breasts swing makes the skin stretch, which can be a little painful. I wear a bra (or binder) every day because it makes clothes fit comfortably and I like the way it makes my body look. Going without a bra is not comfortable for me -- for one reason, I don't like wearing pajamas all day long and not wearing a bra puts me in that mentality, but in the same way I enjoy dressing up, I enjoy wearing a bra. (Edit: originally I forgot but they also stop me from feeling my sweaty skin stick together! big win!) But even regardless, my bra is a bag for my two hanging sacks of fat on my chest; it's convenient.

(PS: If your bra hurts, it's too small. Wear it looser or get a bigger one!)

Edit: I have more context for this post in the reblogs but I definitely let it overemphasize my personal feelings when the point I didn't realize I was trying to make was "bras are objects that serve a purpose besides a oppression; it is entirely reason for even a Liberated Feminist to chose to wear a bra". Also I was trying on my binder a different way and realized it's actually not too uncomfortable to not wear a bra with some shirts (may also depend on where in cycle) (I don't think wearing any short of shrug/sweater over would be comfortable though. I don't really like the way it looks but I may pick up lounging like this. #charactergrowth

[sparkymalone]

the sdr2 class pretty much has a game where they try to catch fuyuhiko in casual clothing. hajime and peko were disqualified long ago. peko for obvious reasons and hajime because he claimed that seeing him naked counted as casual clothing. this was in fact, how the class found out they were dating. hajime’s over-competitiveness can outweigh his brain at times.

so far kazuichi is in the lead for the time he barged into the other boys cottage at some ungodly hour, and the door was answered by a very angry fuyuhiko wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants (both of which were hajime’s bc you know that man is a THEIF)

anyway, my brain is always filled with fuyuhiko headcannons ngl

-LB

Hey guys, I have a bunch of asks from February that I'm just now getting to~

I'm so timely~

Anyway, a drabble for LB!

Rating: Not smutty

Word Count: 1884

Class 77-B had been stuck on this deserted island for entirely too long. They had come here for a supposed “school trip,” but they had been here for weeks at this point. No one was sure why, and whenever they tried to question Usami, she always ran away.

Regardless of why they were still here, they were still here. It was frustrating and a bit disheartening, but it presented an interesting opportunity. The students had plenty of time to get to know each other, and to get to know all of the odd little quirks each of them had.

They learned little things about their classmates, like how Sonia collected horror memorabilia, or the very particular way Mahiru sorted clothes. They learned not to use the restroom right after Nekomaru, and not to mention fast food around Teruteru. They learned not to let Chiaki fall asleep in weird places or let Nagito get too deep into his “hope” spiels.

The students quickly realized that there were things they didn't know, also. No one had any idea what Hajime's talent was, or if Akane knew what a bra was, and there was definitely something a little off about Byakuya.

They also realized that no one had seen Fuyuhiko out of formal wear. They all had their regular outfits, of course, provided several times over in their cottages. Over the weeks, though, most of them changed up their look at least once. Even Byakuya had been talked into a swimsuit at one point, and Hiyoko, once Mahiru had agreed to help her get back into her kimono. Everyone got a bit more casual… except Fuyuhiko.

It got to the point that some of the students decided to devise a game.

“Guys!” Ibuki cheered loudly, practically diving into the restaurant. “Ibuki thought of something funny!”

Everyone was assembled except for Fuyuhiko, who had apparently retreated to his cottage to shower. They all turned to Ibuki expectantly. Her ideas weren't always very good, but they certainly were a break in the monotony.

“Sooo, Fuyuhiko never stops wearing suits, right?” the musician prompted, waiting for a response before she continued. “Has anyone actually seen him without one?”

There was a brief pause. Peko hesitantly raised her hand. She and Fuyuhiko had eventually confessed their preexisting relationship, so everyone knew that the two of them grew up together.

Ibuki pointed at the swordswoman. “Besides Peko-Peko! Obviously!”

Peko lowered her hand.

There was another pause, and Ibuki excitedly moved on. “Okay! So, what if we play a little game?”

A murmur ran through the crowd. Mahiru put her hands on her hips. “Just get to the point, Ibuki,” she huffed.

Unbothered, Ibuki continued. “Okay, well, Ibuki thinks we should see who can catch Fuyuhiko in regular clothes first! It would be really funny.” She grinned, proud of her idea.

The others mulled the idea over for a moment before most of them agreed to play. Byakuya wasn't interested, and Peko was obviously disqualified. But pretty much everyone else seemed up for the game.

The group quickly began laying down rules, such as not telling Fuyuhiko about the game, and no one forcing him into different clothes. They also needed to establish what counted as “casual clothes.”

“Does being naked count?” Teruteru asked with a sly look. “It doesn't get more casual than that, right?”

Hajime put a hand to his chin in thought. “Well, if that's the case, I think I already won.” Everyone looked at him in surprise and he blushed, realizing what he had just admitted. “Oh, uh… Fuyuhiko and I are… d-dating…”

“Hajime is disqualified!” Ibuki proclaimed, and everyone agreed.

“What?!” the brunette protested. He had been pretty excited to win, so he was rather disappointed to suddenly find himself disqualified. Still, he supposed that was fair, since Peko was also not allowed to play. Hajime moved to sit next to the swordswoman, sulking, trying not to think about how his boyfriend was going to kill him for telling everyone they were dating.

The class finished laying out the rules and agreed on a prize for the winner: three days off from collecting resources. Hajime was even more upset that he wasn't able to play, but said nothing. He briefly considered telling Fuyuhiko about the game, but decided not to be a spoilsport.

“Game on!” Ibuki cheered. The others agreed, all desperately in need of some fun.

“What game?”

Everyone turned to see Fuyuhiko walking into the restaurant, dressed in his usual pinstripe suit. The yakuza heir looked apprehensive about suddenly having so much attention on him, but he continued moving forward.

“Uh…” Ibuki floundered, caught off-guard.

Luckily, Chiaki cut in. “Seeing how many breadsticks Akane can fit in her mouth.”

Akane perked up immediately. “Hell yeah! I'm ready!”

As the others scrambled to accommodate the lie, Fuyuhiko raised an eyebrow. He clearly didn't buy into the act, and his eyes flicked over to where Peko and Hajime were sitting. Both of them gave him a subtle nod. Fuyuhiko frowned, still suspicious, but he sat down without asking any further questions.

The others breathed an internal sigh of relief. The real game was afoot.

***

Over the following days, the class started trying to catch Fuyuhiko in casual clothes whenever they could. The blonde certainly wasn't making it easy, though.

He refused to go to the beach, like he always did, so catching him in a swimsuit was out.

He generally refused to answer his door at night, so catching him in pajamas was out.

Teruteru fielded the idea of trying to spy on him in the shower, thinking that would count, but everyone else shut that idea down. Hajime had a personal word with the chef about staying away from his boyfriend.

As it was, the class was already running out of ideas. Nagito suggested that Mahiru “lose” Fuyuhiko's laundry, but she argued that that would be wrong. Nagito backed down with his usual self-deprecating talk. “Of course, I should leave the ideas to the Ultimates. Anything I suggest would probably just fail.”

About a week into the competition, Kazuichi had had enough. He decided to just ask Hajime for help, since he probably had a better idea of when Fuyuhiko might let his guard down.

Kazuichi knocked on Hajime's door one night. He figured that would be the best time to catch Hajime while he was alone.

After he knocked, he heard some shuffling from inside before Hajime finally called out, “Who is it?”

“It's me,” Kazuichi called back. “I need your help, man. Can you let me in?”

There was a pause, followed by what sounded like whispering, and then more shuffling. Eventually, the door opened, revealing a flushed Hajime dressed in sweatpants and nothing else. “Uh, hey. Come on in.”

Kazuichi didn't think anything of his friend's appearance. It was a pretty warm night, after all. He walked into Hajime's cottage and turned to him expectantly. “You gotta help me, Haj. I just gotta win this game.”

Hajime immediately frowned. “That's what you need help with? No way.”

“Come on, man!” Kazuichi pleaded, throwing an arm around Hajime's shoulders and lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Think about it. If I win, I can let Miss Sonia have the three days off, and then she'll have to give me a shot!”

The brunette grimaced and was about to explain that Sonia would absolutely not have to give him a shot, she wouldn't owe him anything. Before he could say anything, however, the sound of a toilet flushing could be heard from his bathroom.

Kazuichi’s eyes widened and he carefully removed his arm from Hajime's shoulders. “...You're not alone?”

Cringing harder, Hajime held his hands up. “No, but listen, Kaz-”

“Wait, so it must be-!” Kazuichi exclaimed, feeling overly excited by the prospect.

The bathroom door opened and a startled-looking Fuyuhiko emerged. He glanced back and forth between the other two boys, not expecting to see anyone besides Hajime. “What the hell are you doing here?” he asked.

Kazuichi wasn't listening, though. He was too busy staring at Fuyuhiko's outfit. The yakuza heir was dressed in an oversized t-shirt (which was obviously Hajime's) and a pair of pajama shorts, and Kazuichi couldn't hide his delighted grin.

Fuyuhiko crossed his arms over his chest, face heating up at being stared at for so long. “The fuck are you looking at?!” he snapped self-consciously.

“Nothing!” Kazuichi chirped happily. He turned to Hajime and clapped him on the back. “Thanks for your help, man. I'll see you guys later!” With that, he swiftly exited the room.

Hajime rubbed a hand over his face in exasperation. He turned to his boyfriend, who looked completely bewildered. “I can explain.”

“You fuckin' better,” Fuyuhiko grumbled, moving towards the bed. “Or else you're sleepin’ on the floor.”

“You can't kick me out of my own bed!” Hajime argued.

Fuyuhiko glared at him. “Wanna bet? Just tell me what's going on!”

Sighing, Hajime finally just explained the game to his boyfriend. Once he was finished, Fuyuhiko flushed in embarrassment.

“W-Why the hell was everyone so interested in what I wear?” he asked quietly.

Hajime sat next to him on the bed. “It's just because you always wear your suit. Anyway, it was just a silly game. Don't worry about it too much.”

Fuyuhiko looked unconvinced. “I guess.” He paused. “Wait, how come you didn't win? You see me out of my suit all the time!”

The brunette shrugged. “Me and Peko were disqualified for having an unfair advantage.”

That made sense, Fuyuhiko supposed. He started nodding along, but stopped when he realized something. “Wait… How would the others know you have an advantage?”

Hajime cringed and turned away evasively. “Uh… well…”

Fuyuhiko blushed angrily. “You bastard! Did you tell everyone about us?!”

“It was an accident!” Hajime replied quickly.

The smaller boy grabbed him, trying to turn him back, but Hajime resisted. “I can't fuckin' believe you would just fuckin' tell everybody-”

“I wanted to win,” the brunette argued, voice wavering.

There were a few more choice words thrown his way before Fuyuhiko tried to shove him off the bed. Hajime grabbed his partner's wrists and the two of them grappled for a minute before falling back onto the bed.

Suddenly, Hajime knew exactly how to calm his boyfriend down. His hands slipped under Fuyuhiko's shirt, turning his squeak of surprise into a startled moan. The blonde was clearly still upset with him, but he certainly seemed willing to leave that for the morning.

***

Kazuichi won the competition. He attempted to give his prize to Sonia, who politely declined.

Fuyuhiko was extra grouchy with everyone for a few days, but eventually relaxed. He still wouldn't let anyone see him in casual clothes, if he could help it.

On the rare occasions where someone did catch him in something other than his suit, he would just sigh and tell them that they got a point. It was his own way of playing along.

Whenever anyone asked him who had the most points, he always answered, “Hajime, obviously. Fucker takes my suit off all the time.”

That usually scared whoever was asking off, but if anyone dared to ask who was in second place, Fuyuhiko would just shrug. “I don't know. I'm not keeping track of that shit.”

I hope you liked it! Hopefully I can crank out a few more of these old drabbles soon. Let me know what you think, and feel free to send more requests! It takes me forever to get to them, but I love having them lol.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Back with more replies! I’ll try to answer some of the shorter ones today… most of them are related to either my previous replies or drawings, but there are also some related to ships in general.

Anonymous asked:

I know y'all have already been spoiled on quite a bit related to book 7, but I hope this won't ruin it any when you decide to go through it. You already know this, but Toboso Yana's storytelling is very high quality and FUN :) fans are focusing on major plot points right now, but even the little details and the way that plot points are presented are very important for the experience!!

Yeah, some of the spoilers are unavoidable, but I’m sure there are a lot of things we still have no idea about, and we’re definitely going to enjoy them tremendously once we’re at that point~ I love how you pointed out that Toboso’s writing is FUN, and I agree with you completely. There is so much to dive into and think about in her stories, not just the major plot points. We’re super looking forward to checking all of it out. This is actually one of the reasons we want to wait until the book 7 is done and we’ve rewatched all of the previous chapters.

Thank you for your understanding <3

Anonymous asked:

eels got some cake &lt;3

(this one and the next one are related to this drawing)

Hehe, they doooo~ big bois

hipsterteller asked:

I saw the new fanart and asked Who did they kill?

Honestly just some guy they needed to take care of~ or a bunch of guys. The negotiations don’t always go as planned…

Anonymous asked:

Personally, i always saw Floyd as a virgin because who in their right mind would want to sleep with him?! (I'm so sorry, Floyd, simps).

Everyone is scared of him, and for a good reason, I mean LOOK at HIM!!

(this one and the next one are related to this post)

Floyd really is terrifying, and people do try to avoid him, and for a good reason indeed! But at the same time Floyd seems to be quite charming and popular?? I don’t know how exactly to describe it, I guess Floyd is the hell ride that you know for sure will kill you, but you can’t help but get drawn to it. Plus Floyd is good at capturing his prey lol

artfulhero-m asked:

I just read those first time headcanons, Sebek x Idia? I didn't even realize that was a ship, what's the context behind it? Also how much do you ship it cause now I need to know more about what you think about the ship lol.

Oh we ship them quite strongly~ They’re kind of one of our favourite dynamics: a strict and rules-obsessed loud musclebrain + a snarky cynical little troll who is physically weak but know exactly what to say to get on the first guy’s nerves. It’s very specific I know lol

These two got to interact during the Glorious Masquerade and the Harveston events! I feel like every time they interact they end up pissing each other off, because Sebek really doesn’t like Idia’s attitude (he’s WHINY and he’s UNWORTHY he just CAN’T HAVE the same position as MALLEUS!) and Idia gets defensive and starts making fun of Sebek for being loud, self-righteous and not very smart.

We have a whole tag with replies and drawings of them, and even one hc post. So if you haven’t seen it, feel free to check it out!

Anonymous asked:

Catching up on old asks and realizing that I am a little pervert who’d like to see the (genderswapped) cast in their underwear bc they are too pretty (and also because I am thinking that Epel’s whole bra closet is all cute apple themes)

(this one is related to this post)

Awww, Epel really would have cute apple-themed underwear! I haven’t thought much about patterns and designs for all the girls, but I would really love to draw all of them one day… I’ll draw some if we’re lucky 💪😔

I’m very happy you like the idea and enjoyed the post!

Anonymous asked:

TBH the condom post was kinda funny. I like how it basically boils down to: Yea, they all mostly know they should be wearing them, but they're all a bunch of kinky fucks so no one really does

Thank you, Anon!! I’m glad you find it funny lol

They really are a bunch of kinky fucks… they shouldn’t be allowed to have sex at all :(

Anonymous asked:

Hello fuck boy

If I’m not mistaken, we got this ask just after posting the Judar sketch yesterday…

And if it’s not directed at him, then oh hi! :3

Anonymous asked:

have u played bg3

Nope, we haven’t.

Anonymous asked:

Have you guys seen or played through Death Plate on itch. io?

It's a nice small RPG game and I am absolutely obsessed with it

We haven’t seen it, but it looks quite interesting!

Thank you for your recommendation, Anon <3

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Okay weird ship take: Riddle and Ortho

It’s a fun one! We aren’t super into it, but their interactions during the Halloween event were pretty sweet. Ortho seems to understand how Riddle’s psyche work surprisingly nicely + I really want them to hang around at some puzzle/quest thing lol

Anonymous asked:

Ooohh, Seberollo sounds real fun! Maybe Rollo would try to get Sebek to embrace his magicless human side. I think that if he knew about his father's circumstances, he would feel the same pitying concern that he showed when Yuu told him that they got used to all the magic nonsense. Of course, this would only annoy Sebek more and more.

Or maybe they could bond over their shared distrust of goats. Curse you, twst fandom, for getting me invested in all these cool rarepairs!

You made such a good point, Anon; Sebek really is special in a way! He could stay as magicless as his dad, but he acts so loud and obnoxious about being a fae and worshipping Malleus Draconia of all people… he’s clearly misguided. But I feel like even if Rollo had this idea of making Sebek reconsider his own identity and being, he would change his mind the moment he sees Sebek again. He is so… so insufferable, it’s not worth it….

They could bond over their distrust of goats though, it would be so funny and almost cute. That one goat has made two mortal enemies lol

Anonymous asked:

Vil being Idia's inlaw? Yeah, this is worst than their time in school.

MUCH worse. I feel like even if Vil wasn’t Idia’s inlaw, he would still be surprisingly present in his and Ortho’s life, but if they’re legit family? Be ready for nagging, Idia, he WILL make your life better whether you want it or not.

Anonymous asked:

Ace and Riddle would have the most fucking embarassing crushes on each other thinking they're good at hiding it... NEWS FLASH ASSHOLES. EVERYONE KNOWS. WE KNEW SINCE DAY ONE.

I know right, they’re SO OBVIOUS IT’S ALMOST PAINFUL TO WATCH. LIKE OUCH.

And they would be in denial for so long…

nopekido asked:

Floyd x Riddle headcannon that after having hard, rough smex, Riddle’s ass would be in a lot of pain and he’d have to use something as a walking stick just so he could be able to walk properly. He’d be all shaky and would have his hair be all messed up. He would be able to stand (let alone walk) properly for days (weeks if Floyd’s in heat)

Oh poor Riddle… I feel like I say it every time, but THIS is what his mother meant when she told him not to hang out with other kids! OF COURSE he would get stuck with some horrible bandit whose dick is way too big for Riddle’s tiny butt-

[lunaryrs]

👯‍♀️ the walker girls (your pick which set)

shout out to ryan and meredith's daughters but when you said walker and told me to pick which my immediate inclination was literally like oh some combination of landon and paige's and whichever two i chose to expand on was the "set" like omgggggg sorrryyyyyy cousins but there is indeed an elite trio.... just gonna try to like bullet point some things that are like known facts in my mind and see what sticks. might even return to this at a later date

alexis is very obviously hbic but i truly don't believe there's any like power imbalance she's just the oldest so she paves the way for the rest and like fortunately they have a hot mom who is self-assured so what we've got on our hands is a bunch of insanely pretty girls who are at least superficially self-confident and definitely girls' girls and a hot bitch that's leading the pack

they're insanely close, particularly alexis and vanna, and i don't see too much conflict between them besides like the occasional bad sister moment like give me my fucking top back you'll stretch it out and its literally bc they're a single cup size bigger but like only while wearing the most insanely padded push up bra

about alexis and vanna in particular, very just like comfortable and uninhibited with each other and themselves and their sexuality like always naked and chilling, won't shy away from being like fully nude and asking for a second opinion like i have cute nipples right? is my pubic hair long enough to nair? is my labia weird? and their social media posts do make people scratch their heads like tell me why these girls are all bare tanned limbs intertwined and kissing on the mouth and the answer is like they got alexis's employee pass for tanning beds and pecking isn't weird unless you make it bitch!!!!!!!!!

i sense some sort of like significant age gap with brooklyn its just my truth. even if its just like 8 yrs or whatever idk time is fake in rp but they call her baby b and even though she's like very clearly the black sheep they totally embrace her and her eccentricities and try to incorporate her into their entire dynamic it's just not her jam and they'll only lightly poke fun at her for changing behind a door or whatever

piggy backing on the above i don't know if i'm projecting or misinterpreting but i feel like vanna in particular has a soft spot for brooklyn and will engage with her more at her own speed like gossip about crushes or try to teach her how to kiss or whatever while alexis is more like omg eye rolling and shrill strippers vc you've got the ass and titties you call the shots like idk maybe brooklyn just texts vanna the things she's a little too shy to tell the sisters (+ paige?) gc

all of the above said, i think olive is their favorite cousin. they love them all (because again i really just think they're girls' girls and respect whatever a girlie has going on but olive fits in the most obviously). i think vanna and olive are very much the same in spirit so i think brooklyn connects with olive the most for that reason, but also thinks margot is the coolest and while ALL of the walker girls are going on the blunt walk on thanksgiving, brooklyn and margot are the only ones to stick around once the conversation gets weird. alexis and gideon don't have much in common beyond being the eldest in their respective families but i feel that they both recognize that they're the OGs and get along rly well for that reason

[sxtaep]

hii not sure if this is where u submit request or not but can u dooo a yoongi or jk one where the reader is in the same friend group as the guys and he watches her onlyfans without realizing its her bc she doesn’t show her face/hes never seen her room but he recognizes something he gifted her in the background and he starts getting suspicious but she knew he watched her the whole time because she saw herself on his phone sometime ago this is so badly explained but i hope u understand and i hope u pick mine to write!! ty <3

FACELESS BEAUTY - JJK

↬ description: jungkook was an avid supporter of your onlyfans content, except he didn’t know it was you, one of his closest friends, parading her body on the internet for the world to see.

pairings — jungkook x female reader

genre — smut

word count — 2.1k

warnings/tags — bestfriends!au, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, jungkook gets pissed off, explicit smut, masturbation, mentions of teasing, edging, raw sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, degradation, rough sex, light nipple play, angry sex

a/n: this was meant to be a drabble, but i got carried away…

i hope you enjoy this anon <3

Almost every night, Jungkook would find himself sprawled out against his sheets, phone in one hand and cock in the other. Beads of sweat adorning his forehead, and cheeks flushed due to the palpable heat surrounding him.

“Fuck, fuck—”

The screen displayed a partly naked woman, wearing a cute little pink lace bra, the straps seamlessly falling down her shoulders as she used her free hand to knead the flesh of her tits in her hold, holding the camera up high enough to capture everything.

The signature gold mini butterfly necklace that sat perfectly against her clavicles, shone under the dim light of her room. It looked awfully familiar, yet he assumed anyone could’ve had the exact same necklace. The reflection was playing as some kind of distraction from the real show, and Jungkook refused to cum from a silly ray of light.

This wasn’t out of ordinary. In fact, it was the highlight of his day, watching the beautiful woman flaunt her assets out to the world. Her curves, the subtle, but sexy dip of her spine when she’d be close to finishing.

Of course, it bugged him knowing there were a bunch of other horny old men with eyes on her, but Jungkook would always imagine the videos, the pictures, the live shows she did, were meant for his eyes only.

The video only happened to be 5 minutes long, and it was just the woman teasing and edging herself till the end, and that on its own had him cumming all over his sheets in less than 3 minutes.

Wrapping up tonight’s session, Jungkook let out a heavy sigh, wiping his hand down and ridding himself of his unclean sheets, lying back on his bed with her on his mind.

She was a faceless beauty, but he didn’t know that faceless beauty was you.

“I say we settle on pizza and just call it day,” Yoongi suggests, shrugging his shoulders as everyone peered into your phone screen, watching you scroll through the list of restaurants.

Yourself and a bunch of your friends, including Jungkook, were now cooped up in his little studio apartment, trying to figure out where to order from for dinner tonight. Multiple suggestions were being thrown left, right and centre, yet the eight of you couldn’t settle on one restaurant.

“Pizza is boring, let’s order a chinese. We’re bound to have leftovers to last at least a week.”

Ah yes, Namjoon with the most efficient suggestion out there.

Whilst everyone was gathered around your phone, you didn’t notice Jungkook sat far away from you, seeming to be in deep thought with his hands clasped together and brows furrowed.

“Jungkook?” You call out to him, seeing him pull out of his trance as his eyes finally met yours. He didn’t say anything, waiting for you to carry on.

“You got any suggestions for where we should order from?”

For a second, Jungkook thought he was seeing things, his eyes landing on the obvious necklace adorning your collarbones, the one he had gifted, and immediately his mind was in a frenzy.

It wasn’t just any necklace. It was custom made, and he could’ve sworn the girl he watched last night was wearing the exact same one.

Jungkook stayed silent for a few moments, trying to gather his thoughts and came to the conclusion that maybe he was being delusional, and brushed it off before making his way over to the group.

Being much taller than everyone, he practically towered over them, resulting in him accidentally getting a view down your white blouse, and his breath hitched.

The bra.

Identical to the one in the video.

Surely not.

Paired with the necklace, it looked like Jungkook was getting a real life view of the video right now.

“Uhm, just order whatever, I don’t mind,” he says absentmindedly, licking over his bottom lip and soon leaving the group to go into his room.

Several hours went by, and the more he stared at the video, the more he was able to slowly give the girl a face, and he could only see yours in his mind, but it seemed impossible for him to believe.

A faint knock on his door was heard and he quickly exited the app, locking his phone and tossing it on the bed before yelling ‘Come in!’

You timidly stepped into his room, closing the door behind you and leaning back on the surface with your hands resting behind you.

Jungkook could only stare with blown out pupils. He was picturing you naked and to say the least, your face was the perfect fit.

God, he was getting hard just thinking about it.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on, or do I have to play the guessing game?” Your question came out as a joke, but you were dead serious to get to the bottom of his zoning out issues today.

Jungkook contemplated on whether he should just flat out tell you what was on his mind and confront you, or just continue as if nothing was wrong.

But he couldn’t let that happen. Not when your body clouded his mind every damn night.

“I could ask you the same thing, Y/N. Anything new going on with you?”

Of course you knew how Jungkook spent his nights. He was your biggest fan, paying big bucks for your content, always commenting on your provocative posts and always being the first person to join your faceless lives. Not to mention, you caught his phone unlocked with a picture of your bare body on his screen.

From then on, all your posts, your videos, your livestreams, we’re directed towards Jungkook. All the things you said, all the things you did, you always had Jungkook in mind.

You were rather taken aback by the question suddenly being flipped, but you shrugged. “Well, work is kind of a drag, and I pretty much have no life outside of it. I guess now and some nights after work, is the only free time I have to myself.”

The man only hummed, seemingly unconvinced as he dragged his eyes up and down your figure, stopping at the little butterfly resting on the crevice between your collarbones.

Eyes still glued to your body, he reached his hand out for his phone, unlocking it and pulling out the video he’d become oh-so-familiar with last night.

Jungkook turned the screen towards you, the screen bright enough to light up his bedroom.

“Tell me this isn’t you.”

You inhale sharply at the sight of your bare tits, thumb and index finger toying at your nipples. The sounds of your subtle whines and moans filled the room and you quickly grabbed the phone out of his hand, pressing pause and tossing it towards him.

“Okay, so you figured me out, so what?”

“What do you mean ‘so what?’ Are you purposely being stupid?”

Jungkook didn’t know why he was getting so mad, but he couldn’t control it, standing up and pacing around the room to collect himself.

“You don’t understand how many fucking nights I spent fucking my fist to you, Y/N.”

You weren’t surprised, but you didn’t expect him to be so angry about it.

A part of him was annoyed at himself for not realising sooner. You could’ve been the one getting him off rather than him doing it on his own.

“You were right under my fucking nose this whole time,” Jungkook stopped pacing, inhaling sharply and pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed, not bothering to hide the obvious boner straining against his basketball shorts.

You hesitate to open your mouth, afraid you’d make matter worse, but he had no right staying mad.

“You can’t be mad at me, Jungkook. It’s not my fault you couldn’t tell. I practically dangled the necklace in your face just so you’d realise it was me.”

Jungkook could’ve sworn his cock throbbed from your words. You wanted him know it was you. Surely that should mean something..

The man doesn’t respond, simply staring at you in awe as you made your way over to him.

“Every little thing I did in those videos, every little thing I said, was directed towards you,” you whisper, arms cautiously wrapping around his neck as you pushed him back towards the bed, forcing him to sit down.

Little remnants of ‘God, need you inside me,’ and ‘Just wanna be stuffed full of your cock’ replays in his mind, your exact words from a couple nights ago.

Now was his time; his time to make both your fantasies become a reality.

Jungkook was quick to pull you towards him with the waist band of your leggings, forcing you to stand between his legs as he pulled the article down your body.

“Last time I checked you liked it raw. I’m sure I can assist with that.”

You were in no place to retaliate, simply letting him do as he pleases; ripping off your panties and almost salivating upon seeing your cunt in the flesh.

He brought one finger up to swipe up and down your folds, collecting your arousal and sucking the digit clean with a content smile on his face.

Jungkook was a fine man. A fine man who was the reason why you’d catch yourself masturbating way more than usual.

“Used to dream about drilling this pussy with my cock, ‘m finally gonna make that happen.”

Jungkook wrapped an arm around your waist, using his free hand to pull his cock out oh shorts and pull your down onto his lap, allowing his cock to seamlessly slip inside of you, causing you to groan.

Just as he had imagined, you were perfect fit. “Look at that, you slipped right in, huh?” His lips parted slightly as he stared down to wear your bodies connected, watching the way you’d drench his cock with your juices.

Considering the lack of prep you had, you were surprised by how easily he fucked into you, but the little hint of pain didn’t go unnoticed by you.

Jungkook was big. Far bigger than you imagined, so you were being stretched beyond your limits.

“You were living this double life and thought no one would find out what kind of shameless slut you are, showing yourself off to the world. So fucking stupid,” he spits, grabbing your face and forcing you to face him.

His words felt so demeaning, but it only left you yearning for more as you bunched your blouse above your chest to show off the infamous pink bra that drove all the men wild.

“Shit— Grab your tits for me, Y/N.”

You don’t hesitate to oblige, letting your hands fall to your chest to grab at your clothed flesh, repeating exactly what you had done in the video as Jungkook kept his hands on your hips, bouncing you up and down on his cock and watching the way your tits would bounce upon impact.

“Please, please, please— faster..”

Your moans were music to his ears, driving him on to thrust into you at a relentless pace, focusing on the sounds you were emitting and the sounds of skin slapping.

Just as hot at he’d imagined.

“Tell me right now, Y/N.. you’re gonna delete that whole page and save yourself for my eyes only. Understood?”

You don’t respond, too busy fucking yourself on top of him to provide an answer, and it just fed his frustration.

Jungkook’s hands dropped to your ass, digging his nails into your skin to force a response out of you, to which you only nodded, sopping walls squeezing tightly around his cock.

“Answer me.”

“Fuck, yes!” you cry out, pulling your bra up to rest above your breasts, giving Jungkook the opportunity to lean in and latch his mouth onto your erect nipples.

Far too much was going on for you to handle. This kind situation was merely just a dream before today, and now it was finally happening, all that pent up sexual frustration was finally getting an output.

Minutes go by and slowly by slow you’re almost reaching your peak. Jungkook looked like he had all the time in the world to fuck you, but you were so wrong.

Without any prior warning, Jungkook was flooding your cunt with his cum, his hips stuttering beneath you as you continued to clench around his throbbing rod.

“Fuck! Go on, Y/N. Milk my cock like you said you would in those videos.”

His blasphemous words were enough to drive you over the edge, legs shaking around him as you fell limp on top of him, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face against his jaw.

Jungkook’s hips eventually come to a slow pause, helping you both ride out your orgasms as he held you close to him, quickly pulling away to get a quick look at your state.

Flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, sweaty mess.

Just the way he imagined.

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「 SYNOPSIS 」 / you’re the most insecure about your chest, sarah proves your doubting thoughts wrong and shows just how beautiful you are to her eyes ♡︎.

「 PAIRINGS 」 / sarah x fem!reader

��� WORD COUNT 」 / 1435 (omg y’all gettin fed again)

「 WARNINGS 」 / ANGST, A BIT OF SMUT, insecurities, self-body image issues, crying, lots of pet names, nipple play, tit sucking, some dirty talking, suggesting to sex in the end, i don’t remember writing any language in here but imma still warn it just in case, prob some typos, thats it?

➪ author’s notes : ❝ hi babes!! welcome to the 4th day of my kinktober !! this fic is kinda something personal for me and something based on my own personal issues i have with myself due to being flat chested but i want to put something out like this so other people out there that deals with this as a insecurity can read this and real validated, thats my mission besides posting for kinktober haha. i hope u guys enjoy this since this is alot more on the softer side and something different then i usually write bc its goin to be a lot of filth going on this month so i felt like switching the mood a bit while still being a bit dirty lmao. as always i love u so much! <333 ❞

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tonight was the obx’s, infamous annual bonfire.

as the skies darkened as time passed it was slowly getting close to that time for you and girlfriend, sarah to be there so you and her were currently getting ready and changed in her bedroom.

“baby! here you should try this on, i just know you’ll look so freakin’ perfect in it” sarah exclaims as she hands you one of her cute, green colored, lacy bralette with a bright smile adoring her face. you smiled a “ok” and took the clothing from her before turning to the tall, long mirror that stood against the wall of her room.

when sarah turned back around in her closet to find something else to give you to wear or for herself, you held the piece of lace material up in front of your eyes. frowning when you saw just how much bigger it was compared to your usual size of your chest due to the fact that your girlfriend’s boobs were way bigger than yours. deciding against the thought of telling sarah and killing her wonderful mood, you tried it on anyway. you removed the previous t-shirt sarah had given you just a couple of minutes ago and your bra. once you did that you took the bralette and started to put it on your body.

when you managed to get it on, you took one little glance at the mirror and didn’t like the image you were receiving back at all. the sight making your stomach swim in insecurity and a new found sadness.

you were always insecure about your breasts. mainly because they were just so much smaller than kie’s or your girlfriend sarah’s. seeing the way bikinis fit on them and seeing the way it fits on you makes you embarrassed, ashamed and spiteful at the way you look. you longed for bigger and fuller boobs, wanting to look good in certain clothes was a dream and be able to fit in simple stuff like a bralette as well.

the bralette itself was so, so cute, but once you put it on your mind changed. since your boobs were so small, it just barely fit into the cups of the top where your boobs were supposed to go, making the now loose, leftover fabric to just hang a bit in a little wrinkled bunch around that area.

“s… sarah, i think you should just wear this one” you called out in a whisper, making sure to add a forced chuckle at the end so you sound normal and not like you were about to cry a river.

you heard sarah whine a bit from the closet.

“why? i got it like so long ago so it shouldn’t be too big on- oh my gosh, y/n what’s wrong!” sarah interrupted her sentence in a shock gasp when she met your glistening eyes and slouch figure through the mirror when she walked away from her closet. immediately walking up to you in concern at the sight of your clearly upset expression.

you shake your head at the blonde girl, looking back at the mirror with a sigh before you drop your head down again.

“it doesn’t exactly look so good on me s’all” you forcefully chuckled, not wanting to tell her about how you’ve been feeling about yourself for quite a long time so u tried to cover up your emotions, which is something your currently failing at by the saddening, concerning look on your lovers face deepening anymore.

“babe, what’s really wrong?” sarah asked you, her hands coming up to grip the sides of your face into her palms softly. petting your hair as she looked over your face which was going through so many emotions at once.

“i- i, i hate how my chest looks. i hate it so much, sarah. every single time i look in the mirror just even wearing a simple shirt i want to cry at how flat it is”

“oh, baby…” sarah whispers sadly, her eyes tearing up at the way you describe yourself. a big part of her feels guilty about this, how come she could never see her own girlfriend going through such a struggle about her own body? she thinks over and over again before pulling you into a bone crushing, comforting embrace.

her arms holding you so tight.

“my love, how come you never told me you felt this way about yourself”

and that pushed you over the edge. finally letting out the couple of tears you’ve been holding in since you first had put on the bralette. with a small teary hiccup you responded back to her question.

“i didn’t want you to think of me differently” you cried silently, sarah giving you one last tight squeeze before pulling away from you. “y/n, i would never look at you differently okay?” not receiving an answer she called out again once more.

“okay?”

you nod at her, her fingers coming up to rub away your tears that fell down your cheeks and from up under your eyes.

“y/n, i can't even begin to explain just how gorgeous and beautiful you are. you’re down right so incredibly gorgeous okay? i love every single inch of you and your body so much, baby. flaws and all, okay? and who cares if your boobs are small love? small, big, everyone is different and is born differently and that absolutely doesn't mean it's a bad thing or something to hate. and plus i absolutely adore your boobs. they’re amazing and you’re amazing. please stop tearing yourself down like this, sweets. it hurts me so much to see you hating something so much about yourself when nothing is wrong with you in the beginning. i know no one is perfect but i know for sure that you are, i love you so much baby”

at her little speech, you cried and practically threw yourself at your girlfriend. hugging her like it was the last time you would ever be able to do it. “t-thank you so much, baby” you were speechless but you managed to get the words out profusely against the skin of her neck.

“you don’t have to thank me, babe” sarah cried with as well with a little teary giggle escaping her.

sarah pulled away from you to intently stare into your eyes, her soft hands then coming up to the lacy bralette to take it up and off of you. you let her but not without timidly asking her why she was taking it off of you.

“b-babe, what are you doing?”

“showing you just how beautiful you are to me, y/n” sarah replies with her pretty, bunny smile on display as she tossed the piece of clothing somewhere in the room before making direct contact with your exposed breast, holding the soft flesh of the mounds in her warm palms. you gasp softly in surprise of the sudden, so good feeling of sarah’s hands delicately massaging your breasts.

“such pretty breasts,” sarah states with a sincere look on her face, pressing a gentle kiss at your lips before bending down to take your nipple into her mouth. her other finger tracing the unattended bud, not wanting to leave anything out.

“b-baby” you whimpered, moving a strand of hair away and out of your face so you could look down at sarah latched and sucking at your nipple passionately, to already find her looking up at you with desire, so so much love swimming in her brown irises.

she pulled away from your nipple with a loud pop.

“such pretty nipples,” sarah whispers, eyes flickering up to yours after the words left her lips. finding your face scrunched up in pleasure, “gosh, you just look so frickin’ perfect” sarah thinks to herself.

without another word sarah takes your unattended breast into her mouth. her hand gently grasping the mound of flesh while she sucks at your areolas. her tongue running over your hardened bud while she did so. a little hum leaving her lips when she hears you moan out again and again at the feeling.

sarah once more pulls away from you with a even louder pop than earlier echoing and surrounding her bedroom along with your little whines and keens. sarah backs away from you and stares at how her spit made the skin of your chest glistened, her teeth pulling in her bottom lip as she rubbed and toyed at your sensitive, hard buds.

“lay down pretty girl, we’re missing the bonfire this time.”

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[silversatoru]

Ok ok- don’t judge me but get this- College AU, Where Ereh and his friends all go to a nearby maid cafe and turns out his s/o works there, and his s/o is wearing a EXTREMELY short maid outfit and she starts to flirt with Eren’s friends, and basically Eren had enough and dragged his s/o to a bathroom stall, and fucked them calling y/n their little slut, etc. and fucked them so hard they couldn’t work the rest of the day- BYE- 🏃🏻‍♀️ 💨 🚪

maid cafe

a/n: i would never judge you for this???? your mind is incredible and this idea has corrupted my brain for days,, please send more of your wonderful ideas to my inbox. and please let me know what u think bc i truly hope i did u proud

eren yeager x female maid cafe!reader

synopsis: eren and his friends go to a maid cafe and his new girlfriend is their waitress — so he drags her to the bathroom and makes sure she knows who she belongs to

tags/warnings: smut, dom/sub, degrading, mild humiliation, mirror sex, public sex, mentions of drug use

word count: 3.4k

“hey, we should check out that maid cafe downtown. i heard the waitresses are fine,” jean smirked as he proposed the idea, passing a blunt he’d just finished rolling over to eren.

eren graciously accepted the weed, but clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at jean’s new idea for their friday night. a maid cafe wasn’t particularly up his alley -- he’d just started dating you a few weeks ago and didn’t have any interest in drooling over other women all night. but he was bored and if everyone else wanted to go, he supposed he’d tag along too.

“hell yeah, pretty girls in short skirts sounds good to me,” connie jived, a giddy smile on his face as he blew out some smoke from his own blunt.

“don’t you think that kind of place is a little disrespectful, guys? we shouldn’t view women as-”

“you’re too uptight armin, maybe we can find a nice girl to suck you off and loosen you up a little bit” jean laughed and cut him off as the blonde boy continued to give his immature friends a disapproving look.

“whatever i’m in, just let me finish this first,” eren held up his blunt and took another long drag, “i wont be able to stand you assholes all night if im not high”.

the four of them hung around their shared four-bedroom college apartment a little longer, finishing up their smoke sesh and flinging half-assed insults at one another. the sky was already getting dusky by the time they actually left and were walking through the small, bustling town surrounding their campus. the cafe wasn’t too far, maybe a thirty minute walk, but it was a beautiful spring night and shit, gas is expensive.

armin’s face was horribly flushed when they finally arrived and entered the front door, the poor boy completely unable to even make eye contact with the hostess standing in front of them. his shyness earned him a swift elbow from eren — his way of telling the blonde boy to relax a little bit.

the young hostess spoke to them in a sing-song tone, her hair perfectly curled to frame her face and her cheeks pink with blush. connie and jean completely ate up everything she was doing, gawking at her like a bunch of losers who hadn’t gotten laid in way too long — which is exactly what they were. eren was almost relieved when she finally sat them at a table and walked away, because he couldn’t stand to listen to jeans' horrendous attempt at flirting any longer.

everything on the menu had cute names that matched the theme of the cafe, and while eren and armin browsed the options, connie and jean continued to whisper about the different waitresses and which one they hoped they got.

as for you, it had been a pretty uneventful night, normal customers and nothing too crazy — that was until you walked up to the newest table you were assigned and saw your boyfriend and his friends sitting around the booth. eren and you hadn’t been dating all that long, a few weeks at most, and you hadn’t even met any of these friends yet. anxiety began to pool in your chest, but you tried your best to put on your best voice and greet them like they were any other table — after all, eren was staring so intently at the menu that he hadn't even noticed you yet.

“welcome home, masters! can i get any drinks for you?” you push your voice up to a high octave and make sure to draw out the word masters — it was the opening line that every waitress was required to use by the cafe.

two of the four boys are ogling at you so intensely that they might as well have drool hanging off their desperate lips. a third boy is keeping his eyes fixated on the table as if he doesn’t want to look at you — which is something you’re not quite used to. and eren is staring at you with his mouth gaping open, which he quickly shuts before any of his friends can notice.

he decided to sit back and watch, an amused look on his face as you continue to flaunt your extra-girly facade. he decides that now isn’t a great time for introductions to his bonehead friends — plus he knows you’re nothing like this in real life, so it’s entertaining to watch you act so out of character.

not to mention you look hot as fuck in your skimpy maid outfit — the tight corset-like top hugged your breasts perfectly and your skirt was so short he could practically see the base of your ass cheeks. he could definitely get used to seeing you like this.

but his amusement quickly started to fade as connie and jean shamelessly showered you in compliments and flirted with you like their lives depended on it. and what makes it worse is you’re playing along — he gets that it’s your job but still, can’t you just tell them to shut the fuck up?

he shoots the two idiots across from him a dirty look as soon as you walk away, “hey dumbasses, cut the girl a break”.

“hey man, i didn't hear you call dibs or anything,” connie raised an eyebrow at him.

“yeah dude, we’re just fucking around, chill,” jean added, a light laugh hanging off his last word.

eren couldn’t do anything but roll his eyes in response. he didn’t want to outright expose your relationship yet but he wouldn’t be able sit here and watch this all night either.

his blood was practically boiling when you returned with a tray full of their drinks. connie and jean turned their charms right back on for you, and fuck, if he had to hear you call them “master” one more time he was gonna lose his mind.

“armin get the fuck out of the booth,” he glared at the blonde boy, practically pushing him out of the booth so he could get to you.

armin yet out a small yelp, clambering out of his seat and letting eren climb out after him. the dark haired boy gave you the sweetest smile, but his eyes were lit up like flames.

“hey, mind showing me where the bathrooms are?”

you find yourself frozen in place for just a second, but quickly recover and give him a quick “of course master, follow me!”

the two of you walk to the bathroom in silence, but you can practically feel the heat radiating off of eren.

when you reached the restrooms you opened the door for him and bowed your head, but he grabbed your wrist and yanked you inside behind him, earning a small yelp from you. you noticed him snap the lock down behind him, and before you could even question his motives you were backed into a wall with his lips working roughly against yours.

“so this is what you do all day? walk around with your ass hanging out while calling people master?” he growled in your ear while moving down towards your neck and placing violent kisses along the sensitive skin.

“i- ah- if it bothers you-“ you breath out between gasps, your hands pressed defensively to his chest, “god, you reek of pot, eren”.

“no, it doesn't bother me, i love watching you flirt with other men. but let me remind you who you actually belong to now,” he murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm as he nibbled up to your ear and his hands fondled with the zipper at the back of your uniform.

“eren!” a strangled yelp leapt from your throat as he unzipped you and let your costume fall around your ankles.

for a second you thought about trying to stop him, but his hot lips against your cool skin was starting to win you over. your neck was undoubtedly covered in bruised love marks now, your skin aching in the most beautiful way.

“take it all off,” he mumbled into your ear as he snapped the strap of your bra against your skin.

“we’re in a bathroom eren, i don’t-“ you tried to reason with him, but any inkling of a rational thought was long gone from his mind.

“what’s with all the protests? you had no problem following orders when my friends were the ones giving them,” he cocked an eyebrow at you and lifted his loose shirt over his head in one swift motion.

you could have retorted or made a jab back at him, but your attention was caught up in the perfect lines of eren’s physique. between the sculpted curves of each of his muscles, his dark hair tied in a loose knot at the base of his neck, and the evil smirk across his lips, you were rendered indefensible. everything about eren was so intoxicating, and the idea of letting him have his way with you right now, in this bathroom, was starting to sound less and less like a bad idea. you weren’t sure how long you’d been staring and admiring when his lusty voice filled your ears again.

“did you forget how to use that pretty mouth of yours? i’m sure i can give you a little refresher,” he faked a frown and pointed to the floor with his index finger.

without a shred of reluctance you sunk to his feet. he had you in a state of utter compliance now, and all he had to do was mutter a few arrogant words and take off his shirt — you were almost ashamed, almost.

after a few smooth movements of his fingers against the drawstrings of his sweats, the tip of his member was hanging mere centimeters from your face. you glanced up at him with giant eyes as he stared down at you with his clouded ones. between his raging hunger for your body and the high that was still clouding his mind, there wasn't a single coherent thought in eren’s head other than the way your lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

“open up, princess. if you wanna act like a slut, i’ll treat you like one,” he grabbed the back of your head and forced it forward.

your lips parted without even thinking, and he thrusted his full length down your throat without any warning. you were left coughing and sputtering, the walls of your throat constricting against his cock and sending a few curses from his lips.

he slowed down slightly after that, but kept a steady pace as he mouth-fucked you until tears were leaking down your cheeks. you were gagging and coughing and your face was stained with salty saline but you loved every second of it. his head rolled back as raspy grunts fell from between his teeth, his fist tightening at your scalp.

after he thought you’d finally had enough he pulled back and released your hair from his steel grip. his cock was aching now, coated in a thick layer of your sticky saliva and yearning for more.

“get on the counter,” he ordered, and you scrambled to your feet in a way that was embarrassingly desperate.

you boosted yourself up onto the cool countertop, positioned perfectly between two sinks and leaning back against the mirror. eren placed a firm grip on each of your legs, shoving them open and snickering at the slick patch of fabric between your thighs.

“you like being treated like a whore, don’t you?” he clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and reached down at your panties before yanking them off in one fell swoop.

he squatted down so his face was level with your cunt, sticking out his tongue and dragging it up to your clit with antagonizing slowness. he moved the warm muscle up and down, sliding it between your folds and in circles around your clit — but his tongue was just barely making contact. and every time you bucked your hips towards him, begging and yearning for just a little more he’d pull his head back and click his tongue at you.

you were aching, leaking, and so incredibly needy for him and he knew it. he’d transformed you into the crumpled mess laying before him in a matter of minutes, and he was very proud of it.

“i’d start begging if i were you, or i’ll leave you here like this — a stupid broken slut with no one to fuck her,” he stood up and cocked his head to the side before beginning to tease your entrance with a single finger.

“ah- eren, please! i’ll do whatever you want,” you whimpered at him, a pitiful look on your face.

“eren? you know you’re not supposed to call customers by their name here,” he shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that”.

“please- master, use me however you want. just please fuck me already”.

that seemed to suffice for eren, because after that it didn’t take long for him to shealth himself inside you and have your sweaty back slamming into the glass mirror behind you. strangled moans and pitiful whimpers slipped from between your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head in complete bliss. he’d teased and tormented you for so long that the sudden intense stimulation was almost too much.

he fucked himself into you so hard you thought you might break — your legs ached and your back hurt from awkwardly leaning into the mirror. but those feelings were quickly pushed to the back of your head because the overwhelming pleasure was so forceful that you could barely focus on anything else. eren’s length was grinding deep into your aching caverns so good that it was completely clouding your brain.

you let out a stifled gasp when he abruptly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and aching for more.

“why-,” your voice was so destitute and so, so desperate.

“shut up and stand in front of me,” he commanded, pulling you off the counter and twisting you so you were facing the bathroom mirror.

“look at yourself in the mirror and watch me fuck you,” he practically snarled, placing a palm on your back and pushing your chest down against the counter, “look at how much of a slut you are for me”.

the only response that came out of your mouth was a tiny whine of acceptance — it was pathetic.

a breathy moan fell from your lips as he slid back in, and your cheeks blushed a dark shade of red as you watched yourself get fucked from behind. it was embarrassing, humiliating even, having to see yourself like this, but what made it even worse was that you fucking liked it.

“look at yourself,” he nodded towards the mirror, picking up his pace and tightening his grip on your hips, “just a dumb whore who’s good for nothing but taking orders from other people”.

“only- you!” you let out a strangled yelp.

“what was that? i don’t think i heard you,” he thrusted hard, reaching deeper than he had the entire time and then leaning over your back so his head was positioned right next to yours.

“say it again,” he murmured, burning holes through your eyes with how intensely he was staring at you in the mirror.

“i’m a dumb whore, but only for- you,” you repeated, squirming and whining at the painful pleasure he was forcing into you.

“that’s right,” he flashed you a satisfied grin, standing back up and resuming his original pace.

the sudden shift had you clawing at the smooth countertops — desperately wishing you had a pillow or sheet to grasp onto for some kind of support. you flinched when you felt a couple of his cool fingertips find your clit, immediately rubbing hasty circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“i want you to come for me,” he locked eyes with you in the mirror again, “and i want you to think about how i’m the only one who will ever make you feel this good the entire time”.

his words were harsh but they sounded like honey when they flowed through your pathetically devoted ears. between his consistent thrusts and the pads of his fingers working their magic, you were a pitiful mess of whimpers and moans in a matter of minutes. your body twitching and legs shaking as you mumbled his name over and over — it was the only word your brain could comprehend right now.

seeing you like that nearly pushed eren over the edge himself, but he forced himself to last a little longer, wanting to milk your orgasm for everything that it was. he was genuine when he said no one else would ever make you feel the way he could — your head was spinning and your body was on a high that felt like it would never end.

only once your body finally fell limp and tired, signifying that your climax had ended, did he pull out and spray his seed all over your exposed back. you were a sticky, sweaty mess and your legs didn’t have the strength to stand even after eren was done coming down from his own high.

your face was buried in your arms when you felt a wet paper towel cleaning up the mess of semen off your back. eren tossed the towel into the garbage and wrapped his arms under your torso so he could help your pitiful self stand up. you let out a few pained whimpers, stumbling into his arms and wrapping your hands around his neck.

“that bad, huh? how are you gonna go back out there and work for all your masters? i’m sure they’re waiting,” he smirked at you, and there was no sympathy in his voice.

“i- i don’t think i can,” you whined, clinging to him as your legs continued to shake underneath you.

eren shook his head and clicked his tongue, helping you over to your clothes and assisting you with getting back into your uniform. even after getting dressed your legs refused to work — you were a shaky, stumbling mess. you sat in a pitiful heap against the tiled wall while you watched eren get his own clothes back on.

“i think you might need a new job,” he snickered, squatting down and lifting you onto his back once he was dressed.

you graciously climbed onto his back, arms wrapping around his neck and burying your face into his neck, “yeah, yeah i’ll get a new job”.

“good idea, because everyone’s about to see how pathetic you are as we walk through the cafe,” he wrapped his arms back under your backside to support your weight.

“there’s a back exit right down the hall, please take that one,” you begged, “please”.

“well. since you asked so nicely and did so well i guess you deserve that,” he complied, exiting the bathroom and following your directions to the back door.

but because you have the worst luck in the world, one of the cafe managers came walking right around the corner just as the two of you were about to leave. you buried your head deeper into eren’s neck, unbearable amounts of embarrassment and shame flooding your veins.

“hey man, she quits, sorry!” eren yelled and handled it for you, dashing out the back door before the manager could even comprehend what he’d just seen.

“thank you,” you mumbled into his shirt, and you were truly thankful that you didn’t have to speak for yourself in there.

“no problem, princess,” he adjusted one of his hands so he could squeeze your ass, making you jump against his back, “let’s head back to my house for round two, yeah?”

“r-round two?” you stuttered.

you could barely handle round one, and he was ready to go again? how!?

“i’m joking, relax. let’s go watch a movie or something,” he chuckled, hoisting you higher on his back and beginning your long walk back to his apartment.

you sighed and sunk into his back, that sounded nice. there was a huge difference in how eren acted earlier and how he was acting now, but you were a sucker for both personalities. you expected college to consist of classes and work and maybe a few new friends but meeting eren yeager was sure to make it a lot more interesting.

[wtf-amiru]

2 minutes into Bridgerton's first episode and I'm already mad. At least they had properly fit corsets and they didn't try to put the foot on her back to tighten.

AS A DRESS HISTORIAN and someone who wears a heavily boned 1889 corset almost every other day (I have back issues and proper corsets relieve so much pain) let me tell you leaning forward while lacing? That's a great way to improperly lace lol (especially when we're talking regency era and we're likely seeing wooden center busks in those things) I just lost a bunch of ranting bc i hit a button somewhere but the short version is go google "regency short stays", they're fairly similar to a modern bra. And sport corsets existed, prior attire goes swimming in one in a video, just like sports bras exist now. Regency era had so many options for undergarments and because of where the waist hit on the silhouette (right under the boobs) not a lot of shaping was needed below the waist of the silhouette. Long stays existed, sure, fashion changed so fast then but regency is generally the most comfortable era for people new to fashion history.

The whole fucking scene is problematic for women and honestly it's such a tired trope i don't even want to continue watching lol

I can count off the top of my head 5 identical scenes from different genres spanning almost a hundred years and I know there's more. When are we gonna get tired of this women hating trope, I'm so exhausted of being told lies to my face by media bc haha woman stupid, they don't need rights, haha.

Please, please read up on undergarments and clothing of the 19th century (modern panties are evil?) if you're into period dramas, I know it's a lot info but it's astonishingly simple. If you can't read go on over to youtube and look up:

-Priore Attire (historical sewing and fashion showcase) -Abby Cox (fashion history, Nicole Rudolph's former neighbor and business partner, deep dives, sewing, antique clothing showcase) -Karolina Żebrowska - (fashion history with a focus on Polish fashion) -Morgan Donner - (everything you need to know about medieval fashion, historical sewing and textile work) -Bernadette Banner - (victorian/edwardian fashion historian, ACCURATE historical sewing [by hand and on a period accurate antique machine even], she's written a book, she has skillshare classes, she also has the unique view of corseting with scoliosis, she is so incredibly knowledgeable and has a nice voice lol) -Nicole Rudolph - (fashion historian, Abby Cox's former neighbor and business partner, co founder of american duchess, shoemaker, antique clothing showcase and replication, historical sewing)

The MET has a website, archive.org has free books (I streamed a historical sewing stream once and was able to actually go look up a historical ad for the exact type of corset I was making from a book from 1845, they have everything there), hell, type historical sewing into google and you'll be flooded.

IF YOU WANT GREAT HISTORICAL FASHION IN YOUR MEDIA I urge you to watch The Nevers, some of the best I've seen in the last little bit, right down to a fancy mismatched petticoat making an appearance and actual action fighting in actual corsets. It's not fully accurate and Joss Whedon worked on the first few episodes before they kicked him but it is a great show and has great fashion

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

2021 oscars fashion i fucking hate

sorry, mobile users. this isn’t counting dresses i think are Basically Fine but boring, or most dudes, since everyone’s tux looks basically the same.

carey mulligan in oscar gold. i like the color, i like the drama of a big fuckoff skirt. i do not like how stiff it looks- see how it’s draping really weirdly and in giant stiff peaks? i want to see what the underpinnings of this look like, bc what i think this dress needs is a slightly less metallic fabric (to make it less stiff) and multiple petticoats to get it really fluffy and not half-collapsed. the bodice situation is also really hard to pull off- it is not flattering to ms mulligan’s chest, and makes her collarbone/cleavage ratio look long and weird. it looks like her boobs are sitting much lower than they actually are, which is usually not a desired outcome. this dress could be immediately better by not having an exposed midriff- again, the ratio of the waistband to the bodice isn’t good, and the overall ratio of her chest/bodice/midriff/waistband makes her chest look long and her torso look short, which is a weird combo. good color tho

amanda seyfreid- now this is how you do a fucking dress with volume and support the floof!!! she’s got that classic hourglass shape, lovely until again you get to The Fucking Bodice. you either need to commit to shoulders or not. how is this dress being held up. where is the support. the v is just a smidge too deep, making the shape of her breasts look fake, and the fucking ruffles are murdering me. they make her look like her head is just sort of floating away and back. they bonk into her upper arm in a weird way, while i think the color of this dress does not support a harsh cutoff against her skin if you just ripped the ruffles off, put some mesh in there!!! gradate it down from pink to red over her shoulders!!! put some sequins in there idk!!! i hate this as it is!!! how is the bottom of this dress so nice but the top so fucking awful. it’s so jarring.

andra day’s dress has the opposite problem, where the bodice is nice but the skirt fucking sucks. she can wear a regular fucking strapless bra under there, which is great, she has a lot of support from two straps, the smaller one crossing over her chest is a fun detail (it would look weird if it was the same sixe as the other, since it wouldn’t lie as nicely against her neck) and the waist cutout is fantastic. that’s a good fucking ratio there. the crossed strap mirrors the line from the bustline to her hip, it shows off her body in a fun way while still providing a lot of support, and it doesn’t feel like she’s about to fall out of this dress. the fucking skirt though needs to not have a train, because this looks awful. it’s hard to make a dress with a high side slit and also a train bc it bunches up all fucking weird like that. you’re supposed to slink sexily with a high side slit, not stop every two minutes to flick your train back behind you. the skirt also needs to be fuller, bc it looks better to have a peek of your long long leg going for fucking miles instead of just Having Your Leg Out There. halfway there. i like this one more than muligan’s tho bc the basic proportions are right.

hale berry- good bodice that clashes with the rest of the dress. turning the heavily structured and pleated bodice into something that crossed over and tied at one hip would be more flattering than this, which just spits out a giant sad bow at ms berry’s natural waist. this is not flattering for anyone’s body shape. but at least it’s trying something? there were a lot of boring dresses this year, and a lot of dresses that tried to execute on a classic silhouette and failed (see above two)

olivia coleman looks unhappy to be here. the shoes are great. the dress looks like a sack. the raglan line of the sleeves (where they go slanty to the armpit instead of straight across the top of the shoulder) draw attention in a bad way to her bust. the collar AND the belt make her look very constricted, and the sad little pouf of the full sleeves at her cuffs honestly just fucking sucks. that’s just bad design. that looks silly and is going to get in your way all night. it also makes the length of her arms look weird in proportion to the cutoff piece of her torso between the collar and the belt. the skirt is fine. nothing to write home about. 

glenn close is wearing a very uncompromising silhouette that makes her look very boxy and somehow like she has a bit of a paunch? who did this to glenn close. why. also why the pants??? or if pants, not open heels like that bc it cuts off the line of her legs in a bad place and makes her look really stumpy??? the color and the all-over beading make it look dated, when she’s still a working actress nowhere close to retirement. she looks like a mother of the bride- this doesn’t look high-end or custom enough to wear to the fucking oscars. this is just fucking weird. i am so sorry for what they did to you ms close

in a similar vein, why would you fucking do this to rita moreno. the heavy necklace is doing interesting things texturewise and balancewise, but draws undue attention to the stupid little bodice flap. that just looks bad. this is weirdly tailored, which they have tried to cover up with her very good coat worn off-the-shoulders, bc it’s pulling a weird way diagonally and under her bust as she moves. the fucking ruffles at the hem cut her off in a bad place like not quite mid-shin? and they’re straight across?? she’s already short!! she doesn’t need to look shorter!!!

these are apparently mr & mrs oscar. not even a tux. you wear a fucking tie to the oscars. you ignore a waistcoat.

the dress, again with the fucking collar/belt combo!!! bad!!! if you don’t have cleavage that’s fine go wear a fun dress from the twenties when cleavage was out of fashion!!! don’t wear something that balloons out into a false paunch right above your natural waist you look terrible!! fire whoever dressed you!!! ad the color is almost exactly the color of her skin, the dress is so plain and there’s no texture or interest and all of this just fucking sucks

if you’re going to be filthy rich you can afford to look good!!! what is HAPPENING this year!!!

[lovelymaybankk]

midsummer - jj maybank

request - so can you do one where y/n is a kook /pogue like Kiara and they are at midsummers. JJ has a thing for y/n but she doesn’t know. Rafe and topper bring her alone in the Locker room to mess w her and have a reason to provoke jj. JJ comes in and tries to save you my fighting them, it is 5 against 1, so you help him fight and it rips y/n’s dress. Rafe talks shit and calls y/n a slut and finally y/n calms jj down after he wins the fight

a/n - I literally love this req actually sm wtf. its gonna be in lowercase again haha oopsies. and i changed 5v1 to 3v1 bc im cool

tw - swears, fighting, not necessarily a slow burn but it takes forever lol

w/c - 2.819

y/n sat at the edge of her queen sized bed, fingers running oh so carefully across the dress. the dress was a long, baby blue color which looked amazing with her eyes. the dress fell off her shoulders, a slit in the right leg. it fit her perfectly, complimenting her figure in the most amazing way. because of the tightness, she couldn’t wear a bra or else she may have died from how tight is was around her chest.

her legs dangled over the edge, barefoot trying her hardest to not touch the cold hardwood. the last place she wanted to go tonight was the midsummers party. but, growing up a kook life she had to go. thats the one thing about her life she hated. a kook.

a stupid name for being rich. she hated the title so much, that she had decided the past few months of her life to change. it happened the moment she met kiara.

“holy shit!” kiara ran across the beach, kicking sand up behind her. the two girls ran straight into eachother, falling backwards. y/n rubbed her forehead, looking up at the girl that she had crashed into. they looked at eachother the same way, realizing they somehow knew eachother. “you go to kook academy?” kiara finally spoke up, breaking the silence. and for a moment, she forgot what she was running from. y/n nodded, standing and helping the other girl.

y/n dusted the sand off her ass, looking back up at the girl. “kie! stop socializing with the kooks,” a boy hollered, running beside kiara and slapping her back before running again to two other boys. was it that obvious y/n was a kook?

“sorry about that,” kiara smiled to the obviously concerned girl. “thats my friend. hes a dick,” she whispered to y/n, which finally got a reaction from her.

“so, why’re you on the cut?” kiara asked, trying to start a conversation. 

y/n shrugged, arms crossing over her chest. “can’t stand my family anymore.” she laughed, rocking from the balls of her feet to her toes. she felt awkward, having necessarily nobody to talk to. she hadn’t lied when she said she couldn’t stand being with her family anymore. all they did was criticise her, saying she had to be more like her sister who had a bunch of friends. while y/n stood mainly by herself with maybe one friend.

kiara nodded, glancing back at the boys who were waiting for her. “hey, do you know how to surfboard?” she asked suddenly, catching y/n off guard.

“yeah, a little.” y/n shrugged, still rocking a little.

“wanna come with my friends and i?”

thats where y/n met the rest of the group.

ever since that day, y/n had joined the friend group. she didn’t fit in immediately. the boys weren’t a fan of her being there when kiara introduced her, but eventually they came around. one more than others. jj thought she was gorgeous, a funny girl who broke out of her shell. but, she was a kook. and jj hates kooks. so he would always pick arguments with her, but y/n never took them to heart.

they got along well. jj always shared his beers with her, knowing she can’t handle as much alchohol as him. he was the most protective of her than anybody, never letting her out of his sight. it wasn’t hard for the pogues to see that he had a crush. everybody but the two knew about it.

when y/n finally fit in, it was like she was always there. her and kiara both agreed on how much they hated the kook life, though there were some upsides, being on the run was a lot more fun.

controlling your own life. it was amazing. refreshing. just being free.

the memory made y/n smile to herself, standing from her bed finally to finish whatever she had left of getting ready. she was going for kiara. the girl finished her makeup, sliding on the sandals she was wearing and going down the spiral stairs. she finished putting her earrings and entering the car with her family. they rode in silence, entering together and eventually everybody left to do their own thing.

“kie!” y/n called from across the porch, running to the girl and embracing her. “i already know i’m not gonna make it her for long,” she sighed dramatically, getting a slap from kie.

“don’t worry, your boyfriend will be here soon enough.” kie teased, arm draping around the girls shoulder like jj’s had done so many times. y/n’s face flushed, hard to tell under the makeup she wore. “oh y/n, be safe. i don’t want you getting hurt,” kie continued to mess with the girl, making her voice deep as to make fun of jj.

“oh shut up kie. you act like i don’t see the way pope and you eye fuck eachother.” y/n retorted, shaking the girl off of her. this got a reaction from kie, the two fighting eachother while making fun of pope and jj.

“damn,” jj spoke to himself, quite loudly, walking towards the two girls. he wore a butlers outfit, hair somewhat slicked back but still messy and untamed. jj looked sexy, as y/n would think.

“see something you like?” kie gestured to y/n, making jj bite his lip jokingly.

“hell yeah,” his arm wrapped around y/n’s shoulder like kies had done earlier, making kie’s eyebrows raise. “how are you two enjoying the party?” he acted like a sever, pulling away from y/n as a group of kooks passed by.

“oh its amazing,” y/n joked, eyes batting aggressively to help convince the boy it was a joke. from behind jj, y/n spotted rafe, topper and their goons. her face pulled into a snarl, “bogeys two o’ clock.” 

jj turned, eyes rolling. “they look dumb,” he muttered, connecting eye contact with rafe before turning around. y/n hummed in agreement, kie doing the same.

“hey, i see pope,” kie pointed to the boy who was turned from the group. “i’ll be back.” she let out a brief smile, picking the edge of her dress up to move quickly towards the boy. this left jj and y/n alone, in a peaceful silence. 

jj smoothed down the button up he was wearing, looking up at the girl in front of him. he felt the note in his pocket, remembering why he was at the midsummer party in the first place. “i’ll be back, madam, i have to go give a note to princess kook.” he spoke in a posh accent, taking y/n’s hand into his own and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

y/n nodded, bowing respectfully at the boy and walking away in time with him. she went to the back, looking for her family. knowing she wouldn’t be able to find them, she weaved her way in and out of the many people and successfully entered the building. 

footsteps were behind her, but she ignored them. suddenly, a boy walks infront of her. hes much taller, dark skinned and y/n recognized him as kelce. her breath hitched, but she continued to walk, trying to go around the boy.

a hand grabbed y/n’s arm, tugging her backwards making her trip on her heels. “um, excuse me-” she tried staying polite but stopped when she saw rafe was the one holding her. seeing the boy made her writhe and try and free herself. “let me go!” she seethed, falling onto her ass.

rafe tsked, looking down the hall before shoving her into the mens bathroom. it was conveniently empty, which helped to bring a sick smile onto his face. topper followed in, while kelce took a moment before also entering.

outside, jj was looking around for you everywhere. he had given the note to sarah cameron, pushing past many people as he tried his hardest to spot you over the crowd. “kie!” jj called, spotting somebody he finally knew. “have you seen y/n?” he was worried. you never just disappeared without somebody. or at least without telling somebody. 

kie shook her head, not knowing. “last i saw she was inside.” she nodded her head towards the building, making jj sigh. jj glanced around, noticing he didn’t see the three dickheads either. this made his heart speed up. he tensed a little, ignoring whatever kie was saying and leaving to enter the huge building. 

and back inside, y/n was struggling to get out of rafes grip, being dragged around the dirty bathroom floors still on her ass. he gave her arm a rough squeeze, which will most definitely be leaving a bruise before dropping it. y/n hissed, recoiling back into herself in the far corner. topper and rafe stood above her, topper more uncomfortable rather than the boy beside him.

y/n looked at them, concern laced on her face.  “what do you want-” she hissed, her leg getting grabbed as rafe crouched to her height. he pulled her close to his body, her knee flush with the boys crotch. where the fuck is jj? the girl wondered to herself, pulling herself away from the boy.

jj ran down the long halls, opening every door to try and find the girl who he was looking for. finally he stopped to catch his breath, waiting outside of the womens restrooms. they wouldn’t be in there, he thought, but he might as well check. jj gathered whatever self esteem he had left, pushing open the door.

rafe’s hand slid up from y/ns calf to her lower thigh, making the girls stomach drop. topper crouched beside the boy, grabbing y/n’s wrists as she went to slap him away. she struggled against him, her mouth opening to scream but she felt like her mouth was dry. she felt empty, weak, trying hard to fight but she knew there was no way. kelce watched from behind rafe, giving y/n a look of apology, almost, before looking away. 

y/n regained her energy when she heard soft footsteps outside of the bathroom, letting out a shrill scream of help. it was cut short by a very rough- and non-consensual- kiss. she pulled away quickly, eyes filling with tears as she did so. her head slammed against the wall, sending a shock of pain through her head down her neck. when had she gotten so close to the wall? what are they gonna do to her? now her heart was racing, letting out a silent sob. 

jj heard the scream. he stopped, waiting to see if he could hear another. he rushed out of the womens bathroom, bursting the mens bathroom door open. he stopped, his ears turning red from anger quickly. seeing y/n in the corner, surrounded by three guys who he knew she despised made his blood boil. 

his anger got the best of him quickly. jj jumped into action immediately, throwing a punch across kelce’s face, catching him off guard. kelce hissed in pain,  clutching his cheek before quickly retaliating.

the fighting made rafe and topper release y/n quickly, the girl cowering in the corner in fear. there was blood flying around, staining jj’s shirt as he was obviously cornered. y/n cursed, standing as she watched rafe go to kick jj in the balls. she jumped onto his back, grabbing the back of his collar to choke the boy. he coughed, flipping the girl off with ease. he turned, kicking her shin roughly with a snarl.

jj’s arms were pinned behind him, topper punching his stomach and watching the boy double over in pain. kelce released his grip slightly, giving jj the opportunity to  reel his leg foreward, pushing it backwards into kelce’s crotch with whatever energy he had left. 

y/n stood quickly, her arm swinging, punching rafe across the face and hitting his jaw. the sudden burst of adrenaline gave the punch extra force, knocking the boy back and making him stumble. he snarled, lunging at y/n and knocking her to the ground, he held her down, tearing the gorgeous blue fabric she wore. 

anger surged through jj at the sight, topper going to hit him again. he dodged quickly, punching the boy in the gut and pushing him backwards into the wall. he threw atleast ten punches at the boys face and stomach, slumping down quickly with blood rushing from his nose and lip.

rafe ignored what was happening behind him, one of his hands caressing y/n’s face in a sick way. “you’d be much prettier if you weren’t such a fucking slut.” he hissed, slapping her across the face with anger. his face softened for a moment as he saw what he just did, but quickly returning to his normal resting bitch face.

y/n thought jj might’ve killed him. jj pulled rafe backwards, both of them stumbling before regaining their form. jj grabbed rafes collar, grabbing his jaw roughly. a surge of pain ran through rafe’s body, stopping him from fighting back. 

“you never. and i mean fucking never. call my girl a slut.” jj hissed, lifting his leg to kick the boy back. rafe fell, to tired to fight back. jj’s eyes looked at you, covering your chest where the tear was. he sunk beside you, anger still coursing through his veins.

“i’m so sorry i wasn’t there,” y/n could tell jj was beating himself up for no reason, it wasn’t his job to look after you constantly anyway. jj shook his head, feeling so terrible. “what’d they do to you?” he asked softly, seeing as the girl looked a little stirred up but not awful. 

“he tried touching me. but im okay,” y/n cooed, arms wrapping around the boy. she didn’t care about the tear anymore. her hands wrapped around the back of jj’s head, holding him close.

“i’m gonna kill him. i swear,” jj spoke as though the boy wasn’t close by, though he may have left at this point (they weren’t paying attention to the three boys they fought off). y/n shook her head, staying silent. 

“is there an issue, gentlemen?” a guard opened the door, catching the five in there off guard. y/n looked at him with wide eyes, covering her chest again. 

“no there... actually yes.” jj started, clearing his throat and wrapping his arm around the girl beside him.  “we were in here for um, destruction of property.” he came up with something, smiling at the guard and squeezing y/n’s side as to tell her to go along with it.

“yup. and these men were about to escort us out.” y/n continued, smiling cheekily as she glanced at the boys around her.

“which is what you should do,” jj stood, helping the girl up.

“escort us. out.” y/n wasn’t the best at lying, but the guard seemed to believe them. he led them out, rafe catching their attention again

rafe let out a sly cough, muttering the word ‘slut’ under his breath. jj turned, ready to throw another punch but y/n caught his arm and stopped him.

“he isn’t worth it,” y/n said softly, leading jj back outside.

after jj taking a shot from a random man, and y/n escaping the wrath of her parents, the pogues escaped the party and ran to meet john b. y/n and jj stayed back, not saying much. there was plenty of awkward silence between them, both wanting to say something about what just happened but they couldn’t. y/n wore the blazer jj had on earlier, covering her chest from everybody.

“so.” y/n stopped walking, jj following soon and looking at her.

“so?” he seemed confused, stepping closer.

“your girl?” y/n brought up what he said earlier, a smile on her face. jj’s face dropped, hoping she forgot he said that.

“i have no clue what your talking about.” jj shrugged it off, continuing to walk. he sauntered away, trying not to show his embarrassment.  

“wow, okay.” y/n laughed, running to catch up with him. “guess you won’t wanna be my boy then?” she teased, arm wrapping around his arm and latching them together.

“well, who said that?” jj’s face flushed, grinning cheekily at the girl. the smiled at each other, before bursting out into laughter. they were far behind the group, turning towards each other.

it seemed like there was a gravitational pull between them. y/n’s hands cupped his cheeks, pulling him into a short but sweet kiss. jj’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling away from each other but shortly returning to each other again. they felt in that moment, like they were perfect for each other. and they were.

[tyongf-nct]

tyongf-nct 1k special - choi san smut

First off, i’d just like to write a nice sappy message and sincerely thank everyone that has chosen to follow this account, interact, and read my stories! Writing is such a fun thing for me to do and relieves a lot of stress, especially when it concerns my favorite kpop boys haha. I am so glad that you are all liking what i have written and i hope you look forward to more stuff in the future! 1k is my first big milestone and although i know its maybe 1/10th of what some other writing blogs have, it’s still a very big deal to me and i am really excited that we are growing into such a cool little family! Of course i encourage you all to send in asks and requests, but if you ever just want to chat, rant, vent, or fangirl, i am always here! Message me whenever :) thank you all again! <3

Here is my first ateez piece, a nice san smut bc he’s my bias lmao

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You knocked on the door to the CEO’s office, straightening your tight pencil skirt and shuffling the stack of papers around in your hand. 

“Come in,” a deep voice called from the other side of the door. You pushed the door open, letting it fall close quietly as your heels clicked across the floor of the huge office. You stopped just in front of the mahogany desk, placing the files on it before clearing your throat, gaining the attention of the CEO--Choi San.

“How can I help you, Miss y/n?” Mr. Choi’s voice was smooth like velvet, the words coating the air beautifully as he smiled a brilliant smile. His eyes crinkled with it, the expression taking over his whole face in the most beautiful way. You grinned back, meeting his eyes with a slight flush to your face. Truthfully, the two of you had been sleeping together for some time now, but it had turned into more than that. These days, Mr. Choi--San--had been taking you out on dates and surprising you with flowers and gifts for everyone in the office to see. It was a little embarrassing, but you knew his heart was in the right place. It was definitely better than trying to sneak around like you had at first.

“Mr. Park would like to know whether to reschedule the meeting for later this afternoon or tomorrow morning,” you said. San nodded, thinking it over for a moment before looking back up at you.

“Tell him let’s do it today. I want to finish this up, I’m tired of dragging the debate on,” he said. You nodded, shooting Mr. Park a quick text with the instructions. You set the phone down on the desk too, swallowing but not saying anything else. San raised a quizzical eyebrow at you, looking your figure up and down before smirking.

“Is there anything else you needed?”

You bit your lip, wondering how to phrase that you wanted him to bend you over the desk while still maintaining professionalism. You bit your lip, feeling the heat creep onto your cheeks as you stood unmoving.

“I was wondering…” you started. He cocked his head to the side, a single piece of hair falling perfectly onto his forehead. He reached up to remove his glasses, seemingly already knowing what you were trying to say. He folded his hands onto the desk, the shiny watch on his wrist glinting in the sunlight pouring in from the ceiling to floor windows behind him.

“I was wondering if you could, you know, satisfy me before the meeting. I’ve been thinking about it all day,” you choked out. San chuckled, smoothing a hand through his hair before standing at his desk. Despite your heels, he still towered over you, exuding power and authority. You felt a swirl of arousal rush through you, remembering the last time he took you in his office. You had been pressed right up against the glass, your breasts spilling out of your bra for everyone down below to see. San walked around his desk, stopping when he was just a few inches away from you, still not touching. Tease.

“What exactly would you like, Miss y/n? My fingers? Tongue? Or maybe my cock?”

You let out a whine, nodding and reaching for the buttons on his shirt before he grabbed your wrists, stopping you.

“No touching. I want you to bend over the desk for me,” he said. You sucked in a breath, looking over to the unlocked door but San turned your chin back to him with a ringed finger, tutting quietly.

“Don’t worry about that. If they walk in then it’ll just show that you’re mine,” he whispered. You swallowed, nodding and bending over the side of the desk. His hands were warm as they ran up your bare thighs, lifting the skirt until it was bunched up around your waist. You patted yourself on the back mentally for wearing good panties, feeling heat creep into your core as San stared at them, whispering praises under his breath. He hooked two fingers around the fabric, pulling to the side before kissing up the inside of your legs. You bit your lip to hold in a groan, not wanting the other secretary that was right outside to hear you. San nipped at the skin a few times before meeting your wet core, placing a kiss on it before licking one long stripe up. He got close to your other hole, making you yelp but stopping just before reaching it, chuckling against your flesh.

“One day, baby. Not yet,” he mumbled, returning to your sensitive heat. He tongued the bundle of nerves, circling it once before sticking his tongue deep inside you. You gasped out his name, clutching anything your hands could find on this desk as he fucked you with his tongue, sucking harshly with his lips. The obscene noises echoed through the office, mixing harmoniously with your stifled moans and nails scratching on the desk. San pulled away just for a moment, slapping your ass lightly.

“Don’t scratch that, it’s mahagnony,” he said. You groaned, rolling your eyes and reaching behind you to push his head back to your center. He snorted, pressing his lips to you once again with a smirk you could feel. Pleasure spiked up your body as San ate you out from behind, big hands kneading your flesh roughly as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. Being so turned on all day and the risk of getting caught was overwhelming you, adrenaline and hormones coursing through your veins. The muscles in your legs tightened when your orgasm neared, a moan ripping from your throat just as San pulled away.

“I want you to come around me, baby girl. Not yet,” he licked the arousal off his lips, the sound of his belt clinking from behind you as he tapped his tip against your folds a few times. You cursed in a whisper, turning your head to watch him just as he entered you, pleasure relaxing his features as he groaned, tossing his head back. He moved his hands to your waist, gripping you tight enough to leave bruises as he started to fuck into you. The bareness of his cock against your walls was incredible, the slide of it easy and smooth.

“Fuck,” he growled, balls slapping against your skin with every thrust. Your chest hurt a little, being pressed so close to the hardness of the wood, but you paid it no mind as San fucked you over the desk with increasing speed. He leaned over to press his chest to your back, the heat of his body flowing through both of your clothes. Your mouth opened to a silent ‘O’ as he nipped at your neck, muttering praises and profanities into your ear.

Your orgasm crashed into you after only a few minutes of him fucking you, curling your toes inside your heels and making your knees shake with the effort of trying to hold yourself up. Your hands gripped at the edges of the desk as he finished inside of you, warm ropes of come coating your walls as he struggled to keep quiet, panting harshly with a few weak thrusts before pulling out.

You could feel the come starting to drip out of you and down your center, but San pressed a finger into you, pushing the liquid back inside.

“Keep it in. I want you to hold it in throughout the whole meeting,” he said, pulling your panties back up over you and your skirt back down, wiping away the wrinkles. You moaned, resting your forehead on whatever files were under your head and nodding.

“Yes, sir.”

[literary-princess]

hey! i was wondering if you have any videos or quick tips on making the six costumes? id really like to make the black alt one, with different parts for each queen (like cleves' jacket, howard's halr skirt, etc) bc i dont have a favourite queen, i have an obsession. also, im new to costume making (ive been sewing normal clothes for a while) and i was wondering if the six costumes' materials are werdly textured or anything? i have sensory processing issues, so id like to know how it feels :)

Hi there! I’d love to tell you lots of positives, but honestly, these costumes are notorious for being difficult for cosplayers to tackle because they’re the opposite of simple. But that doesn’t mean it’s impossible! I’m a novice at sewing myself and I was able to figure it out after a lot of trial and error, lol

I did a tutorial/walkthrough for Boleyn, and I may get around to making Howard one day if I find the motivation, but Howard was significantly more difficult and I don’t know yet how I’ll be able to make it more concise/understandable.

If you’re going for accuracy, the materials you’d use (vinyl, pvc, pleather, etc.) are all very oddly textured on the skin compared to most regular clothes, and it’s going to be pretty heavy compared to wearing cotton or denim or any everyday fabric. In Howard especially, I am constantly aware of when my legs bump against the skirt because it’s stiff and structured basically like a hard rounded sheet of plastic. And with Boleyn, I’m always aware of the weight on my shoulders, but otherwise it kind of just feels like wearing a cropped leather jacket. The fishnets might also be interesting texture-wise if you aren’t accustomed to wearing tights.

A tip I could recommend would be to structure the costume so that you can wear your own clothing as much as possible underneath - for me, I built my Howard top around an existing old bra that I covered in the new material, and I’m able to wear my own comfy undies under the bottoms, so I don’t feel the scratchiness of those fabrics in those places at all.

Now on the other hand, if you wanted to make versions with alternative fabric choices, it could help with the sensory issues, but the structure and overall look of the costume may turn out different. The costumes have that uniform look because of the materials they’re made out of, but that isn’t to say you can’t find another way to do it!

There’s a bunch of tumblr accounts, instagram accounts (especially the Chicago Shakespeare Theatre costume shop!) and facebook groups where people have collected resources on where to find the materials, tips on construction, reference photos, etc.

My biggest thing when making both of my costumes was just to look at tutorials for regular clothes and kind of alter them in size or shape just slightly to fit the look of the costumes (a pleated skirt for Boleyn, a bustier for Howard, etc.)

Hope this general info helps! And my inbox is always open if you need any more specifics!

[sfjn]

twentyone questions

@adz​ tagged me for this, TY, i am honóred 💕 and here i go

nickname: bread, bee, i have more specific ones but privacy

zodiac: capricorn (sun, mercury, venus, mars, uranus, neptune), scorpio (moon, jupiter, pluto), pisces (rising), aquarius (saturn). i had to go look most of these up on the app my friend told me about bc i don’t pay much attention to this! if i believed in astrology i’d say i’m pretty cap imo but w a lot more dreaminess than is necessary

height: 5'3″

amount of sleep: my job starts later-ish than most so i regularly manage to get 8-9 hours on days that i don’t go out :) i’m making up for all the vicious study-related sleep dep i did in hs and college

last movie i saw: Captain Marvel (aw yeah i’m in it bitches. the last artsy cool movie i saw was The Favourite)

last thing i googled: i googled “pink hearts” to post that emoji at the top. but before this session i googled “things to do nyc” bc my friend jude is visiting and i have no idea what’s going on around me!!!!

favorite musician: sufjan stevens

song stuck in my head: put your money on me, mashed up with we don’t deserve love, by arcade fire. i know

other blogs: @sufjanzineproject​ mostly. there’re others i won’t mention

do i get asks: not rly and i think it’s bc i’ve cut back a lot of my personality from this blog. i don’t reblog ask posts bc i find them demanding? not for everyone, just for me to make. now it’s just that aesthetic babey!!!!!

blogs following: 137, and most are inactive lbr

lucky numbers: i used to think 12 was important but now i guess none

what i’m wearing: mismatched socks, uniqlo rust red jeggings, gray tank, blue and white striped sweater, undies and my oldest unlined bra babey

dream trip: it’d be very cool to bike across the u.s. if we’re talkin international i’d love to visit japan or peru

dream job: i talk with people to genuinely help them figure out what they’re doing. or like i guess a film director

favorite food: pastina? ramen? eggs

languages: english, and a bit of french, spanish, and portuguese, caralho

play any instruments: i was great at flute and violin in orchestra, i’ve taught myself decent guitar esp. w acoustic chords, and i can figure out piano pretty well esp. w chords and just one handed melody. also my voice ain’t bad

favorite songs: this week i’ve been listening to put your money on me by arcade fire a lot along w scott street by phoebe bridgers. all time favorites include impossible soul + anything by sufjan, bloodbuzz ohio, slow show, dance yrself clean, never quite free, old college try, toxic, blue, first love / late spring, if only for memories, a bunch of oldies etc. etc. etc... the sound of music (title track). the theme to the throne room and end title of a new hope. awaken. love grows where my rosemary goes

random fact: i love dancing (especially club dancing) more than pretty much any other group social activity.

describe yourself as an aesthetic thing: the strings and ooh-oohs during that one movement of all delighted people (original version, 7:30 min mark)

i’m tagging the mutuals that i feel might wanna do this, feel free to not do if it’s too annoying :) @romulus​ @majestysnowbird​ @sufjanjr​ @skyberia​ @micamicster @sputnikan i don’t wanna bother anyone else it seems but if you’re a mutual and feeling vocal do this i’m looking at you

[prettylilparker]

shopping with peter parker headcanon

my masterlist <3

“a fluffy, innocent peter x reader where they’re out shopping and the reader needs to go get a bra” fuck yea (okay this turned out kinda lowkey smutty, but i promise there’s a bunch of fluff too!)

omfg

peter absolutely adored shopping with you

yea he acted like the usual, annoyed bf, but he was secretly so damn happy shopping w you (well, really, doing anything w you)

so ofc whenever you asked him to come with you, he jumped at the chance

“peter, i’m going to the mall aftersch-”

“yes”

“i didn’t even finish m-”

“yes”

you guys most definitely get all those quality mall snacks

if peter does not get his pretzel he will pout so hard

“ok let’s go into this store... peter why do you look like that?”

he’s staring between the pretzel vender and you, his lower lip jutted out adorably

you giggle at his childishness, pulling him into you with the sleeves of his sweatshirt and kissing his pouted lips

“okay petey”

“wow i love my girlfriend” 

he’d say it a bit too loud, wanting everyone around you to hear him

dude

peter would literally shop w you, like he’d be right by your side, helping you by pointing out things he thought you’d like (and some he rlly wanted to see you in)

“what about this?” peter asked from across the rack of clothes

he was holding up a miniskirt

definitely a little too short

“peter,” you sighed exasperatedly

he kind of just shrugged

boi thought he was so slick

at the cash register it somehow ended up in your pile

you bought it to wear just for him bc u knew you could never go in public w that scandalous of clothing, or rather lack of clothing... he was a happy boy

lord... dressing rooms

peter would be munching on his pretzel, when you’d suddenly walk out of the dressing rooms to the little lounge area he was sitting

he fucking dropped the pretzel

his jaw dropped

you were wearing a red dress that hugged you in all the right places, all the places his hands always seemed to find their way to, like magnets

you looked stunning and peter was a stuttering, blushing, flustered mess

“oh my g-gosh, you look- you look like an...”

“a what, peter?” you asked, smirking at the effect you had on him

“a-a-, i was going to say, an angel”

“more like the devil”

“wouldn't mind that either,” he managed to say

HIS BROWS WERE RAISED SUGGESTIVELY AND U KNOW U BOUGHT THAT DRESS

peter would hold all your bags too

and wouldn’t complain at all, about how heavy the bags were getting or about being tired or anything

because he was just so glad to be in your presence

you were like a health boost in a video game

he got an extra heart every single time you kissed him

sooooo you needed a new bra

and there was a victoria’s secret right there

you’d never made peter go in with you before, but yeah you rlly wanted a new bra especially since there was a sign outside announcing a sale

“peter...”

“hm?”

“do you mind if we go into victoria’s secret?”

peter whipped his head around at you, blushing

“like as in-”

“yes, as in underwear, bras, lingerie, thongs-”

“okay, okay, i get it,” he shifts awkwardly

“it’s okay if you feel too uncomfortable-”

“no,” he smiled, “anything for you”

oof why did he always say the most perfect things??

okay so you two walked in the store, hand in hand

peter was so nervous and it was so cute

he avoided looking at all the pictures on the walls bc he only had eyes for you and looking at anyone like that, so exposed, felt like he was betraying you

he only ever wanted to see you like that

you walked over to a section that you spotted a red and blue bra, smirking while you led peter towards it

peter had been looking down at his phone, texting ned bc he was basically hyperventilating

“hey” you whispered to catch the boy’s attention

peter’s eyes raised to what you were pointing at

and his breath hitched in his throat

“is that?”

“my favorite superhero’s colors”

“m-”

“captain america”

peter looked horrified

“i’m just kidding of course, silly. spider-man is my number one, captain america being a close second”

peter ignored the last part of your sentence, enamored by the idea of you wearing what was in your hands

“are you going to, to get it?” peter was trying so hard to contain his growing smile (y’all dirty smh)

“we can match, but i have to go try it on first”

you found your size, then found the dressing room, leaving peter just outside

it fit almost perfectly, a little tight, but it would stretch after time

you took quite a while (you didn't whatsoever but peter was getting so impatient, he wanted to get home as quickly as possible and kiss you, a lot)

“y/nnnnnnnnnn”

“peterrrrrrrrrr”

“are you done yet?”

“yeah, come in”

CUE BLUSHING MESS PETER

he hadn't expected you to say that

he’d seen you in a bra before

(lol ur make-out sessions got kinda intense sometimes)

but this was different, because now the lighting wasn’t just from the dimly lit lamp in his bedroom and he wasn't busy admiring your lips to not notice the rest of you

he asked if you were sure once more and you said yes

he slowly opened the door to the dressing room you were in

you were standing in the middle of it, facing the wall-length mirror

you caught peter’s eyes in the mirror, grinning to hide the blush starting to crawl up your cheeks

peter bit his bottom lip, concealing the lust in his eyes as he scanned up and down your body in the reflection

the leggings that hugged your hips alongside the bra sporting the colors of his alter ego made him melt

he felt like jello as you spun around and tugged the handle of the door behind him closed

“you look, you look ravishing”

that was a new one

you liked it

“oh, do i?”

“undoubtedly”

you lovebirds definitely had a lengthy make-out session in there

thank god no one else was in there bc peter was loud

later, after brushing down your messy hair, you guys walked out shamelessly

bc you weren't ashamed of being so deeply in love with the other

how could you be?

you bought the red and blue bra

and peter benjamin parker couldn’t contain his smile

“save that for later, parker”

and he did

[ear]

PLEASE share your vld reboot ideas aja the show canon is garbage and your mind is so galaxy brain

OK OK ALRIGHT!!!!!!!!!! alright so idk what kind of. earth landscape this reboot occurs in…. like yallve got this retro 80s/90s neon future verse going on but i didnt think my reboot version would fit into that so yall go wild with whatever hc for this earth reboot thing u want cuz im not creative and i didnt really think that far ahead

ALRIGHT here we go. this is so long i HAVE to put this under the cut but i hope yall enjoy the creations of my MIND……

- akeno “KEITH” shirogane: (age: 19) [gay] hes japanese/black/galran. hes still half galra in this reboot bc i fuck with that honestly but hes got more visible galran traits. his bottom canines are larger than usual and poke out from his bottom lip so he wears a mask to cover his mouth and his eyes r still purple but instead of his sclera being yellow(tinted), hes just like. got some odd golden flecks in his eyes. he normally wears a dirty mechanics jumpsuit with the top half tied around his waist and a black or white tank top underneath (hes still a high school flunk out so he works full time at a car repair shop so hes able to buy food and shit at LEAST + hes still got his motorcycle to keep in shape). his casual clothes r just regular grey sweats, hoodies, and adidas or whatever brand is closest in their future lol. hes blood related to shiro who ill get to in a second.. shiros blood related to him as his uncle (brother of keiths dad) ALSO his hair isnt long in this reboot, hes got a short messy head of hair that he mostly just pulls back into a TINY little pony tail on his forehead (like in the game show ep) so it doesnt get in his face while hes working. he also has goggles bc thats the one thing from yalls reboot ideas i actually like (endgame lion: he momentarily pilots black during shiros disappearance but his permanent and stationary lion is red)

- fal’allura “fala, ALLURA” naguna’ephy: [lesbian] (age: 21 or close to that in alien standards) shes altean on her fathers side and teem (what we’re gonna call nymas race) on her mothers side. she bares more altean features except her eyes are solid yellow and shes only got four fingers on each hand. instead of crescent shaped facial markings, she has painted on red and golden lines across her nose and her upper lip. her hair (very dark purple with silver highlights and literal glowing, twinkling stars) is VERY long, brushing the floor as she walks except and (now bear with me cuz this might be hard to explain) her hair, the farther down u look kind of fades away? like it becomes semi to absolute transparent… idk how else to explain it but i hope u understand…. she does wear a crown but its more like a headdress.. (imagine beyonces headdress).. she doesnt wear it often, usually only on diplomatic missions to greet other worldly rulers bc its heavy and it makes her neck hurt :/.. her dress! looks like this! but a little more spiffy .. u know.. her casual/training clothes are just…. idk imagine a royal looking sports bra and leggings?? i guess … ALSO ALSO ALSO she can still shape shift but instead of limiting her shifting to just the changing of skin tone and height, she can completely mimic different alien species but only humanoid races.. like she can have those indented looking knees and huge ass horns and all that but she cant like. turn into an earth lizard u know what im saying. also also also also she still speaks with an accent just… not a british one….(endgame lion: no lion. she keeps leading and piloting the castle ship until destruction, where she leads and pilots the atlas)

- alejandro “LANCE, ale” reyes-leon: (age: 19 ½) [bi] hes cuban/black/vietnamese. his dad is black and vietnamese and his mom is cuban! hes got longish afro textured hair he keeps back in a pony tail most of the time like this or a bun when training bc hes too lazy to put any actual effort into styling it. hes got a couple moles/freckles scattered across his face and hes got sectoral heterochromiaaround his left pupil so theres a little bit of blue in one of his other wise dark brown eyes (like this).. i havent really figured out what his clothing style is.. i thought about keeping his clothes close to vld canon like his jacket (bc that was a really good jacket) but im gonna go a little wild here so hold on. he wears one of those surfer type looking skin tight turtleneck shirts underneath his heavy bomber jacket.. he wears just regular ripped jeans and hightops like in canon…….. hmm……. he wears a pink bead necklace under his shirt that was made by his little cousin just a couple weeks before he was shot off into space and he hasnt taken it off since…………. he also has a tiny stick and poke tattoo on his ankle he did when he was thirteen bc he thought it would look cool but it turned out kinda lop sided so he never takes his socks off in embarrassment (endgame lion: blue to red (during keiths reign as black paladin) then to black when shiro leaves voltron to lead the atlas alongside allura)

- takashi “SHIRO” shirogane: (age: 31) [gay] hes japanese/black. hes keiths uncle and the only family keith really has .. his design doesnt really change much except hes got long hair (like kuron) but its pulled up into a messy bun or pony tail.. in MY canon hes still gay and married to adam (whos name isnt adam i just cant think of a new name for him yet) (and adam lives dont worry) and theyre working on adopting a daughter before shiro has to leave for kerberos. shiro usually dresses in work out outfits so like. gym shorts… tank tops.. leggings.. imagine those white blonde dudes who always wear a man bun and only eat vegan and drink chai from starbucks bc thats exactly how shiro acts but ONLY ironically ……… when shiros abducted on the galra freighter and forced to fight in the ring, his hair streaks white but instead of just a clean scar across his nose, he has multiple long scars scattered across his face from a one x one between his face and some debris thrown at him by a gladiator. his prosthetic looks and remains kinda the same i guess but this time its decked out with claws on the finger tips so it looks a little more galran yeah? (endgame lion: no endgame lion. he pilots the atlas alongside allura)

- francesca “frannie, frankie, PIDGE” eleonora: (age: 15) [trans girl lesbian] shes . just italian i guess. so anyway shes not gonna be an asshole bitch like canon pidge.. shes gonna be the caring sweet but KINDA mean little sister we always wished we had.. the little sister who would tell u, with all honesty, that ur winged eyeliner was smudged before u hit the town with the girls and made a fool of urself……. ANYWAY shes still gonna be the ‘hacker’/computer geek techno girl but not as much ykno? shes JUST a little girl so she just kinda does her own thing. i rlly like all the fanart i see of her wearing overalls and stuff SO thats her canon design…… she wears faded overall jeans over a short sleeved pale pink tshirt w a dog one it and scuffed up chucks. she wears glasses but instead of just taking them from matt she has an actual prescription and is basically blind without them. i literally cannot stress this enough but shes such a nice girl like the team pretty much adopted her as their little sister the moment they boarded the castle ship. idk what else to add on to her!!!! i literally did not put any thought into pidge at all! (endgame lion: permanently green)

- opetaia“HUNK” tuitama: (age: 19 ¾) [bi] hes samoan/black. hunk was adopted and has two moms and three other siblings, all of who are younger than him. im not sure about his fashion other than i KNOW deep down in my heart that he would wear cargo shorts…. i cant find it in me to get rid of his bandana thing so i let him keep it except he uses it to tie his hair up instead of using it as a head band thing….. HUNK in my au is more of a tech freak/engineer than pidge so he handles most of that stuff with the occasional help from pidge (like wiring… she has tiny fingers that can grab the wires easier) hunk probably wears the crocs/sandals with socks combo but just because he loves hearing lance bitch about it whnever he struts into a room. hunk also looks good in his vest so im gonna let him keep that but it looks more modified… like it has a bunch of pockets and stuff to keep bolts and nuts and other stuff he needs to work with.. thats also why he wears cargo shorts; just for the pockets.. (endgame lion: permanently yellow)

also ur probably wondering “if lance is in black and keith is in red and allura doesnt pilot a lion, THEN WHOS PILOTING BLUE????” …….. heh… peep this………..

- ADAM elsammak-althani(thank u mal @fuckvld for ur gorgeous arabic adam hcs..): (age: 32) [gay] i dont have much to say about him other than read mals hc lists and that ADAM LIVES IN MY REBOOT and he also joins the voltron team and pilots the blue lion (i FIRMLY hc that hes a very free/wild spirit and just loves to make jokes and is just.. a really fun guy to be around and obviously blue would open up to him in a SECOND. dont even @ me) (endgame lion: BLUE!)

[anothersuperstition]

i was cyberbullied into answering a fuckton of q’s

1-10: answered

11: how many pairs of shoes do you have?

- idk like 20 maybe? i only wear like maybe five of them regularly?

12: what was your last dream about?

- last night i dreamt my nasty awful ex-bestfriend moved in across the hall from me and i woke up in a Bad fuckin mood

13: what talents do you have?

- ort bay bee

14: are you psychic in any way?

- absolutely not, i’m a dumb bitch

15: favorite song?

- of all time, Famous Last Words, right now, Emily or Fantastic Bastards

16: favorite movie?

- dead poets society or short term 12

17: who would be your ideal partner?

- hm. i’m not sure. gerard way

18: do you want children?

- idk??? i think i do but like. not babies. i think maybe i would try to adopt older kids??? i can’t stand toddlers bc they’re always dirty and sticky and yelling and babies are too fragile and scare me

19: do you want a church wedding?

- nah i’m not rlly a traditionalist but if it was important to the person i’d be marrying i’d do it

20: answered

21: have you ever been to the hospital?

- oh so many times, my body is actively revolting against me

22: have you ever got in trouble with the law?

- nah dude, i got yelled at for eating ice cream but military cops once on the air force base though

23: have you ever met any celebrities?

- if a bunch of semi-popular band members count then yes

24: baths or showers?

- i shower more than i take baths but that’s bc i can’t take a bath w/o showering first and also my tub is broken. but baths are nicer

25: what color socks are you wearing?

- grey and black striped bb-8 socks

26: have you ever been famous?

- nah dude

27: would you like to be a big celebrity?

- nah that is Too Much

28: what type of music do you like?

- idk like, alt rock i guess? i. rlly only know that i don’t like country music

29: have you ever been skinny dipping?

- nope

30: how many pillows do you sleep with?

- 3 to 5

31: what position do you usually sleep in?

- on my stomach with my arms around my pillow

32: how big is your house?

- my house here is little, my dad’s house is prob abt average??

33: what do you typically have for breakfast?

- sleep

34: have you ever fired a gun?

- yep, i grew up doing competitive target shooting

35: have you ever tried archery?

- yep ! i have a bow at my dad’s house, i rlly enjoy archery

36: favorite clean word?

- amalgamation or magnanimous

37: answered !

38: what’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

- i answered this the other day and i think it was smth like 48 hours?? do not recommend lmao

39: do you have any scars?

- yeah

40: have you ever had a secret admirer?

- yes this one kid in high school who sent me a singing valentine on valentine’s day and i Hated those things so i kept trying to hide from the choir lmao then i found out it was a kid in my art class who Knew i didn’t like those things

41: are you a good liar?

- when i need to be

42: are you a good judge of character?

- i’d like to think so

43: answered !

44: do you have a strong accent:

- nah i don’t think so

45: answered !

46: what is your personality type?

- idk nessa said “it’s not. oh. small. like lizard.” so take from that what you will. tiny lad drunk on Loving Gerard Way juice -ian

47: what is your most expensive piece of clothing?

- prob an $80 bra lmao

48: can you curl your tongue?

- yuuuuuup. i can also tie a cherry stem with my tongue lmao ;)

49: are you an innie or an outie?

- iiiii hate this question, innie lmao

50: left or right handed?

- predominantly right but i’ve been getting better at using my left hand in art

51: are you scared of spiders?

- ohhhh hell yes i. cannot handle even thinking abt them lmao

52: favorite food?

- uhhhh i rlly rlly like carrots

53: favorite foreign food?

- idk i don’t think abt food that much honestly

54: are you a clean or messy person?

- clean. i cannot handle Messy

55: most used phrase?

- “oh absolutely”, “big mood”, “oh little dude!” lmao

56: most used word?

- probably “oof” honestly

57: how long does it take for you to get ready?

- 15 minutes if i’m just getting dressed and brushing my teeth and hair, an hour if i want to do makeup and shit

58: do you have much of an ego?

- i don’t think so but wouldn’t most ppl say that? also i. thought this said “do you have much of an egg” lmao

59: do you suck or bite lollipops?

- i get. accidentally and unintentionally unnecessarily sexual w suckers and popsicles lmao. nessa gnaws on suckers like a rodent

60: do you talk to yourself?

- yuuup

61: do you sing to yourself?

- all the time, especially when i’m workin on art

62: answered !

63: biggest fear?

- idk being invisible forever. or not living life to the fullest and wasting it

64: are you a gossip?

- when it comes to the kids i went to high school with aaaaaabsolutely

65: best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

- idk dead poets society rlly gets me every time i watch it

66: do you like long or short hair?

- i think on other ppl i like like. medium hair?? it’s cute when someone’s hair curls at the ends around their face. i guess i prefer shorter hair on myself bc long hair is a Pain to take care of

67: can you name all 50 states of America?

- probably if i sat and thought abt them for long enough

68: favorite school subject?

- english. or psych

69: extrovert or introvert?

- introvert

70: have you ever been scuba diving?

- nope

71: what makes you nervous?

- i have anxiety

72: are you scared of the dark?

- ...yes

73: do you correct people when they make mistakes?

- yeah i try not to if it’s little things but sometimes i still do

74: are you ticklish?

- yeah, only rlly on my sides though

75: have you ever started a rumor?

- nope

76: have you ever been in a position of authority?

- not seriously lmao, i was put in charge of my cousins once

77: have you ever drank underage?

- yeah lol

78: have you ever done drugs?

- nope

79: who was your first real crush?

- if we’re talking Real ppl i know then some kid in elementary school, my first celebrity crush was gerard way lmao

80: how many piercings do you have?

- i have my ears each pierced twice and i used to have my lip pierced twice before i took one side out and then eventually the other one

81: can you roll your Rs?

- i think so

82: how fast can you type?

- oh i am a Fast motherfucker. don’t know the exact wpm but it’s Fast. thanks newspaper

83: how fast can you run?

- not fast at all now bc of a rib condition i have. i used to do track and i Was fast

84: what color is your hair?

- rn it’s Pink, my natural is blonde

85: what color are your eyes?

- green !

86: what are you allergic to?

- nothing that i know of

87: answered !

88: what do your parents do?

- my mom works retail, she used to be a nurse, and my dad is a truck driver

89: do you like your age?

- i mean i guess?? i’d like to maybe be a couple years older so ppl would stop treating me like a child though

90: answered !

91: do you like your own name?

- i suppose. my mom just told me last night she almost named me Emily which i also like

92: have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

- i don’t think i want babies but if i did i picked the names miles and olivia out when i was like. six years old lmao

93: do you want a boy or a girl for a child?

- if i did have kids i wouldn’t Care, i’d love them literally no matter what

94: what are your strengths?

- i think i’m pretty kind and i’m also empathetic

95: what are your weaknesses?

- i’m empathetic lmao. also i get annoyed easily

96: how did you get your name?

- family names

97: were your ancestors royalty?

- nah but i’m distantly related to abraham lincoln and my great-great-great grandfather discovered the yogo sapphire and knew charles m. russell

98: do you have any scars?

- this is already on here, yeah i do

99: color of your bedspread?

- white

100: color of your room?

- like. eggshell lmao.