#if u are wondering if this applies to u it Does

[celestiamour]

HAIII! r u able to do a fic with se-mi with a gyaru reader? Ik Korea has beauty standards so I wonder what it's like with someone against those beauty standards?? or kinda where reader snuck in makeup and she does her makeup in the bathrooms every morning

ft. han se-mi x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ gyaru! reader┊0.4k words

contains: headcanons, slight jealousy

╰₊✧ se-mi will appreciate your alternative fashion and find it beautiful regardless of what category it may fall under, as she appreciates anything that goes against the general beauty standard, but she especially finds the way you wear the gyaru style to be beautiful. others find it to be tacky with the exaggerated eye makeup and hot pink cheetah print, but she loves it and finds it to match her own grunge fashion perfectly. even if people stare at you in the streets, she’ll just wrap an arm around your waist and pull you closer, proud to have someone as extraordinary and fashion-forward as you as her girlfriend.

╰₊✧ she loves watching you dancing around in your room, getting ready with music blasting from your phone as you clip on your bows and pull up your leg warmers, finding it to be the cutest thing in the world. she could never put as much effort into her appearance as you do, which is exactly why she admires how dedicated you are to looking amazing so much.

╰₊✧ on occasion, you guys switch styles for fun. she’ll sit still, allowing you to dress her up like a doll and draw triangles on her face with contour, but the final results are often uncanny-looking, more so for you when you’re wearing baggy cargo jeans and oversized t-shirts without any accessories, so it never leaves the room and usually ends in a mini photoshoot along with a good laugh. 

╰₊✧ what se-mi didn’t anticipate, however, was your ability to keep up with it even inside the games where you don’t have access to your vast collection of gyaru fashion extras. 

after fighting with one of the guards to let her into the bathroom, she entered the women’s restroom and was taken aback to find you standing in front of the mirror doing your makeup, various items precariously balanced on the edges of the sink. “how did you even sneak all of that in here?”

“a girl never reveals her secrets,” you told casually, carefully applying your eyeliner like you didn’t somehow sneak in an entire bag’s worth of stuff into this place that didn’t even allow you to keep the clothing on your own backs.

╰₊✧ your blond hair makes you stand out like a sore thumb which attracts everyone’s attention, particularly those of kang mi-na because she likes people who are clearly knowledgeable in fashion and thanos because he loves unique people. se-mi might be a little jealous even if she doesn’t let it show, so she’s always sure to use terms of endearment on you and to sneak into your bunk late at night, just to make sure they don’t get any funny ideas.

[gaydennisreynolds]

i love you anyone who is brave enough to have created Something and posted it online for others to see. you make the world go round

[wackywatchdotcom]

Seeing you be very normal about small details in the show got me thinking about Pomni, and I was wondering if you've thought about the possibility that Pomni probably hasn't eaten in several days. Like, we know they don't NEED to eat.. but it's probably not healthy for her mentally to skip the process of 'taking care of your body'. Ragatha, for example, says that participating in sleeping despite the fact they don't need to- helps keep them mentally steady. Idk just a thought..

ooooooooh.... its a good thought!!!!!

i DO think that like. theres definitely some psychological aspects to a lot of things like eating and sleeping that i feel like tadc characters would be at risk of neglecting... like with something like sleep, i think they can go without it for a LONG time without physical fatigue BUT at the same time like. psychologically sleep is IMPORTANT. i dont know all the science of it but iirc sleep isnt just a physical need but i get the feeling thats not smth that occurs to people in the circus often :[ ragatha seems aware enough of the benefit of the routine of sleeping and how the adventures can be helpful for that to BUT i imagine even she doesnt fully realize that sleep is still pretty important for them, just in a different way

on that note i could definitely see eating being similar!!!! its not something thatll physically harm a person in the circus if they dont eat but also eating is a deeply ingrained aspect of human life, and while i struggle to place a specific problem abstaining from it for too long in the circus couls cause, i COULD imagine it being like. at LEAST psychologically disorienting. especially with jax claiming he feels hungry??? it implies that its similar to the breathing thing that they may not phsyically need to , but their mind still assumes they do....

i DO get curious if they have like. regular meals?? i liek the hc that theres some sort of kitchen in the circus (seeing the weird little couch area was SOOO exciting for me, im super invested in finding out more about the layout of the circus!!!!! i like details like that theyre FUN) so imagine theres SOME way to access food just like how they have bedrooms (though, i get the feeling caine doesnt have a complete idea of what sleep IS but thats a diff thing). but also with them having a feast at the end of the pilot could imply they do, but with that 'reward' not being brought up at ALL in the next three eps (caine has the opportunity to mention it but noticably doesnt, especially in ep 2 where he just full on Leaves after the adventure- it seems more like he just sorta congratulates people on completing adventures and makes sure everyones accounted for and calls it a day) makes me think that communal meals are NOT super common, or at the very least them being coordinated by caine isnt...

all that to say that if shes only been part of the ep 1 feast (i cannot imagine she ate i feel like she was too out of it to do Anything😭) i am unsure if shed have gone out of her way to find a kitchen... if she wanted to know i think shed feel comfortable asking ragatha about it, but i wonder if its even crossed her mind???? and i imagine that would be jarring for her to realize, and also generally psychologically Not The Best for her...

[pup-pee]

personally, i would rather some1 over-tag a fic then under-tag

[fuzzy]

all i have to say is sabrina is rly clever and if u don’t get it then u don’t 🙂‍↔️🤫

[unma]

You thought I was done?

Well you see. The Great of How I Ruined It All for Unma <3

I have. So so many thoughts on this one actually. Wow.

It took me a bit, listening to this a couple of times before it finally clicked. This is the end. How he ruined it all. Not necessarily just for Unma himself, though, but for his family. He's not only failed their expectations, he's trampling on them and reducing their hopes to ashes.

And it only took him falling into the deepest pits of despair for him to actually do something about it all.

It was the chorus that made it click for me. "You can't tell me how to live." He's finally making his own choices, unburdened by their own selfish desires. He's finally making the choice to be selfish.

"Light a new fire for what we used to aspire to be" is so melancholic. Unma has grown to be such a radically different person from who he wanted to be growing up, from what everyone around him expected of him. But perhaps it's not the end of all those hopes. Perhaps this will do justice for what used to be.

Shoutout to this verse for the extra implied meanings of the middle two lines. If you keep in mind the saying "Sticks and stones may break my bones...", it takes on an extra context that just. Mwah. Good stuff.

Which is to say, Unma is finally carving a path for himself from all the things that have caused him so much suffering and pain. Lovely.

What do I even say for this one? It's just. really good. As for how it applies to Unma, well, both U and his parents (with their little cult group thing) would see this as an utter failure. Perhaps others, those who care for Unma, would see this as some sort of victory.

Unma thinks this is a pyrrhic victory. He should have done something much earlier, should have fought back, shouldn't have just run away. But it's better than nothing, isn't it?

And so this part of his story comes to an end. He can finally move on, live a better, happier life.

[hiddenbeks]

im getting obsessed w isabeau again which is a good thing bc i miss my evil horse girl... one of my oldest video game o cees... but its also a bad thing bc im still very much in the middle of my heidrun pt and continuing it is starting to feel like a chore. the urge to just rush through the main questline and be done with it grows ever stronger

[shyesterin]

and did you know? u love me. that's right!

[reblurbmachine]

Me gritting my teeth watching West Europe devolve slowly into Overt Nazism (again)

[lookwhatyoumademelou]

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[pukicho]

hey @pukicho i saw your art and i thought it was super cool! you improved so quickly (really impressive btw), and i was wondering what resources used to study art? and what app/website you digitally draw on? and your brushes if your okay with sharing them? and literally ANY other information you had because i would love to learn how to draw?

i feel like a victorian street rat asking for more bread

I use an XP-Pen Pen Tablet and Clip Studio Paint as my program of choice, but any pencil and notebook will suffice for learning, and may even be better. As for learning, I use books, baby!!! BOOKS! I'll even be nice and tell u which ones, because I am a lover of shared knowledge:

How To Draw by Scott Robtertson - deceptively complex book on perspective. It tells you how to draw a box, I then suggest you draw a fuck-load of boxes in correct perspective before moving forward. Having a strong grasp on planes and perspective allows you to properly grasp the volumes and shape of almost anything. It's the baseline principle to visualizing what u wanna draw. Without simple forms understood in perspective, you merely lack the skills necessary to draw from imagination.

Carlson's guide to landscape Painting - A good book, even if u don't intend to draw landscapes. Tons of clever explanations on lighting and value. Tons of useful relational shortcuts to understand complex scenery in smarter ways. I like the way he explains things, it makes me go ohhhh.

TACO point character drawing 1 & 2 - Two NEAT anatomy reference books. It's mostly just a collection of simplified, anime-esque proportional figure drawings. They're a great reference, but I absolutely wouldn't use it as my only set of books on anatomy. It's still useful to use and learn, but in a more general way - and I can't currently apply everything the book tells me yet, because I haven't learned the forms in more detail first.

The Human Figure by Jon H Vanderpoel - this is a short, but VERY useful anatomy reference book. The Author is from the early 1900s - real oldschool, which is good. He has a very useful, matter-of-fact writing style. This is the better starter book to use in order to remember the proportional relationships of the human body (even then, it's still not enough)

The Practice of Oil Painting & Drawing by Solomon J. Solomon - I'll be honest, this one makes sense to me conceptually, but I cannot fucking execute some of his practices. This dude is from the victorian era, his paintings are in museums and they're too good. It only makes sense that his views and approach to art are headier than some of the other suggestions on this list. The book is still useful, and I presume will only grow in usefulness as I learn. It does still have some cool ideas in the first-half of the book that you can easily apply to your art studies! But the second half is a series of master-derived schools of learning that I have yet to dare touch.

(also check out loomis books. I hear they are good)

ENJOY

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Malleus Draconia: Made Up

… Why does Malleus continue to have some of the most “hey are u lost bbg” facial expressions + poses ever on his initial birthday card artworks… 💀

He really looks like his mom when his hair is all pinned back like in his alt and Groovy look. xbjsbsjww The makeup products he’s using… They look like Giorgio Armani 💰

Rise and Shine!

Humans were blessed with two hands with which to do all of their work. Malleus Draconia had no need for either of his.

Lipstick, liquid eyeshadow, and finishing powder lifted into the air, glowing an eerie green. They uncapped and began applying themselves, gliding easily across his lips, painting his lids, and patting down his pale skin. Already, a cloth was busy polishing his horns, and a brush ran through his hair. A mirror, magically suspended before him, displayed his regal visage--a work of art slowly coming into its peak form.

You had heard Scarabia's vice dorm leader mention that he used magic to do his hair--a complex, precise process--but had never in your life witnessed a show like this. You clapped for Malleus, as if a spectator that had just seen a most wonderous trick.

He cut you a curious look. "May I ask why the applause, child of man?"

"It's just so cool seeing you use your magic," you replied truthfully. "There's so many things happening at once, it's hard to know where to keep my eyes. You're really amazing!"

There was a sound akin to a stifled chortle. These, you had grown accustomed to.

"You never cease to surprise. This is but a modicum of what I am capable of." He almost seemed to pout as he said it, as if itching to demonstrate the full extent of his powers. Wanting praise for something more.

"Oh, trust me. I know you are--but it's nice to see the Malleus Draconia using his magic to do normal, everyday stuff too." You grinned, ducking behind him to peek into his mirror. Your gazes met in the sparkling glass. "I wish everyone could see this."

"It is hardly a matter of importance to share the details of my morning routine with the masses. Besides, Grandmother would no doubt grant me a thorough scolding for allowing myself to be seen in such an improper state.”

He yawned, and a hand moved to cover his mouth, where you caught a glimpse of pointed canines. A rare moment of cuteness, of vulnerability. A side of himself kept private. Such a mundane thing--it reminded you that he, too, was but a student, preparing to tackle another day.

"Maybe not, but then again… maybe they'd see what I see too."

You quirked a brow. "And what is it that you see?"

"That you're not as scary as whatever scary made-up version of yourself they have in their heads. It's not all doom and gloom, wrath and lightning. You're someone that laughs and cries too."

"... Do they have that impression of me?" Malleus brought a hand to his chin. "Odd. When I last conversed with a peer of mine, they were so elated to be in my presence that they fainted on the spot. Lilia commended me for making such a strong impression on them."

"Erm... Lilia might not be the best judge for that." You poked at the corners of your mouth. "You have a nice smile, so how about showing it more? That might draw people to you."

"Hmmm. Like this, perhaps?"

He attempted to imitate you. The result was an awkward facsimile of your smile. Not quite the same curve, and with the tips of his fangs poking out. His eyes, still ominous.

Clumsy, but a little dangerous.

Your heart sprouted wings and fluttered. “It’s a good start! You’ll get the hang of it with more practice.”

Malleus sighed, and at once, the items that had been hovering around him collapsed along with his breath. “This is a conundrum. As a public figure and representative of my country, it’s imperative that I maintain my reputation.”

The fluttering in your chest settled like a stone sinking into the bottom of a lake. A sudden weight, a sadness, sitting in your stomach. He cut a gallant figure--but without the fairy lights and fire, he was but a pitiful creature trapped within stone walls.

Lonely and misunderstood.

Without a word, you slipped a hand into his. Malleus felt cold to the touch, like some long-forgotten relic dug up from some ruins.

His eyes shot wide open with alarm. "What are you..."

"Let's walk to class like this," you suggested softly. "I know you wouldn't harm me. If everyone else can see that... they'd understand, right?"

Shock flooded Malleus's face. Then, like a flash of lightning and a fleeting bellow of thunder, it was over, replaced by the faintest chuckle.

"... Very well." He squeezed your hand, the motion sending sparks of electricity through you. "I would not be opposed to this. If they are to weave tall tales, then all we must do is flip the script and write a story of our own to combat theirs."

[pearlessance]

Killshot, Baby! —part one

summary: nanami kento is a meticulous man; calm, stable, and precise. a perfect antithesis to your messy, impulsive ways. the longer you're around him, the more you're convinced you'll never agree on anything. well…except for the way you fuck.

pairing: brat tamer!nanami x fem!reader

warnings: explicit sexual content MDNI, 10 year age gap (reader is 18, nanami is 28), fingering, dirty talk, pussy pronouns, use of 'little girl' as a pet name, cum eating, semi-public, praise, size kink, hair pulling, brat taming, reader has added backstory to progress the plot

wc: 3.8k

note: this is my first ever jjk fic pls be niceee :') not sure how many parts this will be, rn I'm thinking like 5-8 but we will see!! heavily influenced by the song killshot by magdalena bay!! tysm for reading i love u <3

[masterlist] [read on AO3!]

Places like this make your skin crawl. 

Even knowing you need to assimilate yourself to the glitz and glamour of it all, you just can’t shake the turning of your stomach as you watch drops of top-shelf liquor spill over the rims of glass tumblers. Liquid splashes that cost more than a day’s pay for someone less well-off than every person in that room.

When you step out onto the balcony, the air feels icy against your too-warm skin. The city lights twinkle in the distance, disturbing the black of night and shining too brightly to grant you the luxury of seeing the stars.

You wonder what time it is, wonder if curfew still applies for an event like this. And if it does, you’ll surely catch a reprimanding from Yaga in the morning even if Gojo takes the brunt of it. Maki’s incessant questioning that’s sure to come when you step back into the dormitories might be an even worse fate, though. 

“It gets to be a bit overwhelming, doesn’t it?” His smooth voice startles you.

Overwhelming is a cordial way of putting it, you think. “Suffocating might be a better word.” 

He huffs. Not quite a laugh, but a sound of agreement nonetheless. The shadows in the dark corner of the balcony keep you from getting a good look at him. You can only make out a handful of features—a few strands of blonde hair that have gone rogue from the combed, slicked-back style, falling rebelliously in front of his warm eyes. The tan slacks he wears look expensive and pressed, a stark contrast to the wrinkles in his white button-up. The sleeves are rolled casually to his elbows, and the moonlight reflects off the crystal face of his watch. 

There’s something about him that feels…familiar. A strange sort of sameness. And despite the way he exudes the same lavish energy that everyone else at the party does, you can’t help but feel like he’s somehow different than they are. Maybe it’s because you’re seemingly the only two who are struggling to find enjoyment in the reception.

“That bad, hm?” He stands from his seat in the corner and joins you at the railing. Even bent over with his forearms on the stainless steel edge he looms over you; a powerful, menacing presence. A man with an iron grip on control. “Which part, exactly, feels so asphyxiating?”

His voice sends a shiver down your spine. But maybe it’s just the chill in the air. “All of it,” you admit. “The gluttony. The carelessness. Everyone is so out of touch with reality. It’s like they become so absorbed with all the extravagance, they forget most people struggle to make ends meet. Ten minutes out of the city a mother is working eighty hours a week and still having difficulty feeding her children, and they’re drinking bottles of whiskey that cost more than she gets paid in a month.”

Your gaze focuses on his long fingers as he interlocks them together. “You don’t think those with money deserve to enjoy it?”

When you roll your eyes it feels involuntary, like second nature. “There’s a difference between enjoying it and flaunting it. I’ve never met Nanami Kento, but he seems like a real asshole.”

This time he does laugh. And the smile that stretches across his face, revealing a row of perfectly straight, pearly white teeth, is nothing short of debilitating. He’s beautiful, achingly so. And the deep, baritone sound of his laughter stirs something strange and warm in your chest.

You continue, asking, “How much do you think it cost him to host something like this? I mean, all together. The drinks, the food, the pay for the waiters, all of it. Even that ridiculous fucking ice sculpture.” He’s still grinning, and as you animatedly speak you can feel the heavy weight of his stare on the side of your face. It makes your cheeks burn. “My guess? Two million yen. Easily.”

“That seems a bit much,” he says. “It’s not that extravagant, is it? It’s being hosted in his home, after all.”

“Yeah, his penthouse,” you say with disdain. “What’s your guess, then? How much do you think was spent on this asshole’s little soiree?”

He seems to contemplate for several seconds, turning his head to the view of the city. His profile is breathtaking; all chiseled jaw and Greek nose and lush lips. You have to fight the urge to reach out and touch him, to feel the barely-there stubble along his cheek beneath your fingers. “One and half million,” he says.

This time you’re the one who laughs. It’s the first time you’ve done so all night, despite being promised otherwise. “As if that’s any better,” you say. “If he donated even half of what he spent to host a party like this, it could change someone’s life.” 

“I suppose that’s true. But maybe you’re wrong about the reason he’s gone to such extremes. Maybe it’s less about flaunting it and more about filling his home with people. Giving them an excuse to come here.”

“Why would anyone want this many people in their home? Making a mess, pouring their money down the drain? It’s not like this kind of luxury comes easily. He might be an asshole but he’s certainly a hard-working one. Why blow it on something as insignificant as a party?”

His answer comes quickly. “Loneliness.”

He says it with such conviction it’s as if he’s speaking from experience. And you suppose he very well could be. Standing in that crowd, not knowing a single soul apart from the one who’d dragged you here and promptly abandoned you, speaking empty words to people who won’t remember your name tomorrow—it had made you feel lonely, too. Lonely enough to step outside, to find comfort in the quiet as the beautiful man beside you had. “Maybe he should get himself a girlfriend,” you suggest.

“Maybe he should.” The lightheartedness returns to the conversation the second he smiles at you. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“That’s because I never gave it to you.” Your teasing seems to please him. 

His stare is intense, flickering between your eyes and the clear gloss on your lips. You want him to lean in and taste the cherry flavor. “What should I call you, then?”

You shrug, turning to face him fully, leaning against the balcony’s steel railing. It brings you just a little closer to him. Close enough to inhale the woodsy scent of his cologne. It makes you feel dizzy, makes you feel drunk. You say, “Whatever you want.” And mean it.

This is dangerous, you know. Standing out here alone with an older man, a stranger to you. Away from any semblance of safety. He could do anything to you right now and you’d have no way of fighting him off. He’s too big, too strong. And the worst part, you think, is that you’d just let it happen. That you wouldn’t even mind.

He reaches out and touches your cheek—a gentle, respectful caress. Despite the innocence, it leaves nothing but sinful thoughts swirling in your head. You lean into his touch, trying to ignore the way goosebumps rise over your skin.

“You’re a strange little girl,” he mutters. His voice slides through your center, sultry and captivating. You’re not sure if he’s complimenting you or not. It feels kind. Affectionate, even. But you can’t fully decide because your brain begins to short-circuit, hung up on the way the words little girl sounds in his tantalizing mouth. 

“Strange is better than boring,” you tell him. 

“You could never be boring.” There’s that conviction again. So sure of himself. Confident, steadfast, and solid. You wonder silently what that must be like.

Since learning you housed a rare ability to use cursed energy, there hasn’t been a single moment where you’re sure of who you are. But…right now, feeling the heat radiate off his skin, you think maybe you know what you want. “You don’t know me.”

“I want to, though.” The response is quick. Final. He presses his palm flat against your jaw, cradling your face, and slides it slowly to the nape of your neck. The friction feels intense. Heightened.

Your breath comes slow and labored, a conscious effort now. And you figure if he can touch you, that you can touch him back. But it’s less for enjoyment and more for necessity as you place a hand against his chest, feeling the softness of his cotton button-up beneath your palm. The way he looks at you makes your knees tremble. And he’s the solid, magnetic force you need to keep yourself upright.

“Pretty dress,” he says. It’s revealing, more so than you’d realized in the dressing room. Low cut and shimmery and pale pink—your favorite color. His warm eyes pierce yours as his free hand comes to your hip, resting against the textured sequins. “Expensive. Indulgent.”

He’s trying to call your bluff, you know. But your dislike for over extravagance is sincere and though he’s shaken your once calm equilibrium, it satisfies you to know he’ll never dissuade you in this singular thing. “I didn’t buy it.”

“No?” He fists the fabric, pulling the already too-short edge up higher. “Who did, then? Your boyfriend?”

My teacher. You don’t have the nerve to say it, though. Don’t have the words, patience, or breath to explain that Gojo gave you his shiny black card and insisted you find something worthy of tonight’s event. You find evasion an easier line of conversation. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

He fists more of the fabric, hiking it higher—inch by devastating inch. The air is cool against your exposed thigh, but it’s hard to notice. You can’t see or hear or feel anything but the way his deft fingertips stroke the lace edge of your panties, a teasing caress. “How…fortunate.”

Your pulse rings in your ears. Warmth builds between your thighs with the promise of his touch that seems to be all-knowing and omnipresent. He presses into the softness just beneath your navel and you can feel the pressure down to your toes. His presence is somehow even more smothering than the energy inside, but this is…different. Hot.

Every nerve ending in your body flares on edge when he slides his hand between your legs, the pad of his middle finger ghosting over your center. Your lips part and your eyelids flutter closed. Separated by only a thin layer of lace, you can feel the heat of him and have to fight the urge to rock your hips against his hand.  When he speaks, the words come out strained. “I need to know that you want this.”

There’s never been anything you’ve wanted more, you think. And you decide to tell him, to let the honesty bleed through, but then he’s moving his hand again, caressing your pussy with deft fingers. He does it with intention—a meticulous discovery of your body, preserving it forever in memory. It's such an intimate touch that it leaves you feeling open, chafed raw. All you can manage is a meek but resolute nod of your head in answer.

But it’s not enough for him. With such decorum, he says, “Use your words, sweetheart. Please.” It’s so polite it makes you ache.

You have to crane your neck just a little to look him right in the eye, but you do it anyway because you want him to see the truth. Want him to see just how bad you mean it when you say, “I want you.”

The corners of his lips turn up into a sinful smirk. And before you have time to catch your breath, before you can process just how unbearably handsome he looks with the city lights reflected in his honeyed hair, he’s slipping his hand into your panties and finding out for himself just how bad you want him. 

He separates your folds and finds your clit with expert precision, already wet and messy for him. Everywhere, all at once—he’s everywhere. His other hand rests firmly on the back of your neck, his body pressing against yours. He’s all you can see, all you can smell, all you can taste. The moment he begins circling the throbbing bud your spine arches, pleasure filling you with each calculated movement. “Oh, god.”

You spread your legs further for him, allowing even more access. The steel of his silver watch is biting cold against the too-warm inside of your thighs, the only sensation keeping you tethered to the Earth.

But any attempted salvation is shattered to pieces the moment he presses a finger into you, curling upwards as if he has known your body for far longer than just the night. “Fuck—”

“Language,” he quickly chastises. He slides his hand on the back of your neck into your hair and pulls, forcing you to stare up at him. It is so nearly like punishment, except he adds another finger inside you to join the first which feels much closer to a reward. The stretch is bliss, and you can feel your slick dripping down his thick knuckles.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper. And you’re not even sure why, but an apology just feels right. Feels good. But not as good as it feels when he presses hard against that soft spot inside you, quickly finding a rhythm that has sweat beading at your hairline. “I’m sorry,” you say again, because all other words have vacated your brain. 

He quickens the pace, fingers drawing out obscene moans from your chest. You wish he would kiss you. You want to feel the pressure of his lips against yours, want to taste the inside of his mouth. But you can’t bring yourself to ask for it, can’t bring yourself to do anything but watch him watch you. 

There’s this look in his eye that makes your heart stutter in your chest. Like he holds something more than divine in his hands. As if you’re not just some girl at a party but some god-like creature instead. You feel warm under his intensity. Burned. 

And when he speaks, his voice is so sultry and deep that you whimper. “S’that feel good? Right there?”

“Yes, yes—please, don’t stop.” You don’t even recognize your own voice. Can barely hear the way you beg for him over the ringing in your ears, permeated only by the wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you.

It’s rehearsed. Practiced. It takes just seconds before you start to feel yourself pull tight, straining against the unforgiving pace he sets. You're a gasping, desperate mess, and he seems to find such joy in it. Grinning down at you, forearm flexing in exertion, veins protruding from his wrist. He curls his fingers inside of you and positions his thumb so that it passes over your throbbing clit with each stroke. “You’re so pretty,” he says. “Do you know how pretty you are, little girl?”

“I—God—I’m gonna cum, I—”

“Yeah,” he coos, tone affectionate and tender. “I know it. Can feel this sweet pussy squeezing me so tight. She needs it bad, doesn't she? Hm?”

He thrusts his fingers into you hard—once, twice, and then your thighs begin to shake. Your fists tighten, knuckles paling as you grip the soft fabric of his button-up. Your breath gets stuck in your lungs and then it’s all happening at once, pleasure exploding beneath your skin.

You bite back your moans, trying not to think about the throng of the party just inside. Your entire body vibrates beneath his unyielding movements, slick walls squeezing and pulsing around his thick fingers. You don’t tell him but it’s like he just knows. “There you go,” he whispers, pressing his lips into your hair. “That’s it, sweetheart. That’s it. You’re doing so well. Let it happen, jus’ let it happen.”

Earth-shattering. Liquid pools in the palm of his hand and trickles down the inside of your thighs, soaking through the lace fabric, but he keeps you upright on trembling legs. Fucks you through it with those magical fingers of his, and doesn’t stop until tears prick the corners of your eyes. He slows, massaging that sacred spot inside of you just a few times more before slowly sliding his fingers out. When he holds them up between you, shiny and glistening with your slick, you can’t fight off the way your cheeks burn. 

It isn’t until this precise moment that you realize he’s breathing hard, the only chink in his armor of composure thus far. In all your life, in all your experience, it’s never felt quite like that.

Yet still, even more satiated than you’ve ever been, you feel your clit throb as he presses his middle and ring finger into his mouth and sucks them clean. “I…” You what?

Words evade you. You want to tell him how good it was, want to get on your knees and repay the favor, want to tell him your name. But his stare is intense and intimidating and—

The balcony door slides open and you both move quickly—stepping away from each other, smoothing the wrinkles out of your clothes.

Your heart races behind your sternum as Gojo steps out, all-black suit pristine save for the unbuttoned coat. “Nanami! I was just coming to find you to introduce you to our very special student, but it seems you’ve found her all on your own.”

Nanami?

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see him wipe the hand that was inside you seconds ago on the back of his slacks. “Satoru,” he greets cooly.

Suddenly the balcony feels more suffocating than the unruly party inside. For a single second, the thought crosses your mind that you could jump right off the edge of the railing without a moment’s regret.

Gojo shoves his hands into his pockets and speaks with an airy tone, but you can’t hear him over the ringing in your ears.

Kento Nanami. 

The reason you’re here. The man who’d invited you. The man who’s hosting this party.  

Every second that’s passed since you stepped foot onto the balcony flashes through your brain. All the terrible things you’d said about him, every word of agreement he’d uttered back. Every signal, every sign he’d given you to shut the fuck up, and somehow you’d missed every single one and just kept on talking.

Guilt slithers down your spine, settles in your gut, and makes a home inside. You’d meant it, though. Every single word you’d said. But you’d never meant to say it to him, had never intended to be cruel. 

And then you proceeded to let him touch you without an ounce of resistance.

A grade one sorcerer, someone you should be learning from, someone you should revere…and you’d let him stuff you with his fingers before even knowing his fucking name. Begged him for it, even.

He’d licked them clean.

Gojo says your name, pulling you out of your head and back into the conversation. “Are you alright? You seem a bit…out of it.”

“Fine,” you answer too quickly for it to sound convincing. “I’m fine, sorry. It’s just…late. What did you say?” You try to ignore the sticky feeling between your thighs to no avail. 

“We’re going to head back now,” Gojo repeats. “If we stay much later I worry Ijichi might send out a search party for us.”

You’ve never been more ready to leave than you are right this second. You turn to Nanami and nod politely. “It was…uhm. Nice to meet you, sir.”

There’s nothing else to say, so you don’t. Pushing past Gojo and back inside, you weave your way through the moving crowd of people, trying to find the front door. It takes longer than you anticipated, but once you’re walking down the long penthouse hallway to the all-glass elevator you start to feel your shoulders dropping. 

You recognize the pattern of Gojo’s long strides easily, and he catches up to you just as the elevator doors slide open.

Ever the gossip, he’s making insinuations as soon the two of you step inside and begin the timely descent. “That was the most awkward thing I’ve ever witnessed. What the hell happened between you two?”

“Nothing.”

“Right…” 

“I mean it,” you insist. Because you might be older than the other students and Jujutsu High, but the last thing you’d ever want to do is put Nanami in a position to be ridiculed. He didn’t know. And you didn’t, either. “Nothing happened.”

“Oh, okay,” he says, voice holding a sarcastic edge. “Nothing happened. That’s why you had this look on your face like you were trying really hard to make yourself spontaneously combust. Right, right. Sounds like nothing.”

“Sounds like nothing because it was nothing.”

He sighs dramatically, turning to fully face you. “I can keep a secret. You know that. Just tell me now and we never have to talk about it again, I swear.”

You stand stone still, lips sealed firmly shut.

Gojo presses his hands together and juts out his bottom lip, and you wonder how the fuck you’d ended up here. Watching your mentor—a grown man—pout like a child for a scrap of information. 

With a roll of your eyes, you say, “We can stop at that mochi place tonight if you never speak of it again.”

“Deal.”

He stays true to his word, and you stay true to yours. 

When Gojo told you all about it on the way to the party, you’d thought he’d been exaggerating the decadence of the treat, but it truly was the best you’d ever had. You return to the dormitories with kinako dusted fingers, and Gojo doesn’t ask about Nanami again. 

You think, hope, that it’s the end of it. Hope that when you inevitably cross paths with Kento Nanami again, you’ll be able to act professionally. You’ll put this calamity behind you, never to be repeated, and absorb the knowledge he can provide about wielding cursed energy like a blade.

But when you wake up the following morning, Maki’s pounding on your bedroom door, holding a bouquet of white flowers in a pale pink crystalline vase. There’s a white, lace ribbon tied around the center of it with a hand-written note attached. The penmanship is meticulous. Precise. 

It reads, Thank you for the perspective. Apologies for the overindulgence. -K.

Maki’s brows are raised and her eyes are wide. She pushes you back into your room and seals you both inside. “Talk.”

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[en-lov3r]

Seduction ꨄ︎ | Jay Park

Pairing: Jay x fem! reader (stalker/new backup dancer) Genre: Smut, dancer au, stalker, sex buddies Warnings: NSFW, Unprotected sex, sexual explicit content, nipple-play, masochist, possessiveness, anger issues, seduction, huge cock, sexual abuse, wet pussy, quiet-fucking, physical abuse, not proofread, creampie, squirting, orgasm Word Count: 3,729 words Note: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS! ! ! I really appreciate it. I have many ideas coming up and hopefully I write more fanfics :) enjoy reading~

nsfw, 18+, minors dni

You were determined to get Jay's attention. Something about him, the way he dances in camera, unleashed that sexual side of you, frankly you wanted to get fucked rough and hard by him.

Although, it' was difficult to try and win him over, the only way to, was to be his backup dancer. You trained hours and hours, mainly to be his dancer. You practiced every night to nail every perfect move of every choreography there is. You got bruises on your knees and arms, pain relievers to take on the side, meals being skipped, you were put at your misery, but all of this was for Jay.

When auditions opened to be one of ENHYPEN's backup dancer, you immediately applied, you waited nervously, biting on your fingernails, your legs being covered by your arms, anxiously waiting to see if you will get in.

The next day came. You got accepted. You were happy, crying tears of joy. Sensualizing enough that you'll get to be with Jay. You saved up enough money to get there, but the company paid for it. You arrived at this hotel, the same hotel that Jay and his other group members will be in. You were in a room full of their other dancers, they tried talking to you but you didn't pay much attention. You guys had to rehearse for the group dance, you met with ENHYPEN in another room, which was a dance studio and there you practiced with them. Beforehand, you requested your manager to be Jay's backup dancer. When she agreed, you silently jumped with joy. When you guys get into positions, you saw Jay, his tall broad figure staring at you. You were shy and fluttering with joy. You wanted to be his. One of the dances involved touching his jawline, as soon as you did, he stared at you with a fierce expression, he was absorbed into this group dance. After the group performance ended, you guys went back to the room and prepared to sleep. Instead, you sneaked out at night when others were asleep and tried to find out every floor Jay was in. You took the stairs to find out every floor he's in, starting with the top floor, just your luck, you saw him, you nervously panicked and thought of all the possiblities with him. You imagined secretly sucking his cock, smiling at you while you take that in your wet mouth, the thought of it is making you wet. You waited for hours and hours to see if he will come out, the next moment, he did, he's walking to the restroom nearby. Once he closed the door, you went to the other hallway, where the restroom is near, peeking to see if he'll come out. You thought about putting your ear next to the door to see if he's peeing, you did, the next thing you know, he opened the door.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked so angrily, all shocked and bewildered

"J-Jay- u-uhm I- I" muttered nervously

You started to panick. You didn't know what to say, before he was going to say something, you risked it, you quickly unrevealed your nightdress gown, pulled up your bra to show off your boobs. You hoped your plan worked, beneath the gown, you wore an enticing bra, that's lingerie, along with your panties. You then flipped your sleek hair, staring at him with such doe eyes, and there he was, entranced.

Perfect, you said in your mind, he finally noticed.

Jay looked over at you, his eyes lingering onto your cleavage, he gulped. The sight for him was just amazing enough to get him hard down there, his big bulge slowly forming. He wondered how a girl knew which floor he was in. But besides that, he wanted to lick your boobs, your nipples looked really erotic for him he just wants to tease them, he wanted to feel your breasts himself and bury his face until he gets lost within them.

You were extremely pleased, you knew your plan worked all along, all of this is making you wet, just the thought of Jay looking at your boobs is making you really horny.

"Oh fuck, baby I-" he whispers, still staring

"Wait, aren't you my backup dancer?"

He knew your face as he looked at you real hard. You almost came when he said that. You just nodded and responded back.

"You wanna do it in that restroom?"

"Fuck yes." He took your hand and let you in, he peeked left and right in the hallways to see if nobody is looking and there he closed the door and rotated the lock so quietly, it wouldn't make noise.

"You know, a girl like you shouldn't be wandering off."

"I didn't want to miss a chance to see you."

"Wow, you are quite the stalker aren't you, now that we're here, how about you serve my needs right now" he smirked

"Yes! anything for yo-" slapped

"Shut the fuck up before people hear your loud fucking voice"

You got slapped by Jay. You felt as if the light switched. His aura about him became dark. The blood started rushing to your ear and face. You couldn't stop but think about it, but the thought itself, the adrenaline, the rush, it all came to you, you loved it, you wanted his attention, you got it, that slap was just enough to make you twitch, you knew you wanted fucking more.

"C'mere, get my hung cock out right now."

"Yes daddy."

You obeyed. As your dainty hands reached for his crotch. He grabbed you by the face forcefully, and put his lips to yours, kissing you so aggressively. You melted into his kiss. He towered over you, with a demeaning gaze, your lips started becoming swollen as he kept on sucking your lips, you enjoyed it so much. He soon parted away as he chuckled, staring at you with a degrading intent as he wiped the saliva from the corner of your mouth and took your hand and spat saliva on it, still dripping while he was looking at you with lust.

"Because your taking fucking long, let me do it myself."

He opened his pants quickly, just to lower his underwear to reveal his crotch, and there it was his huge cock, you were gagged, it was so big you wanted it all for yourself and no one else can. He ordered you to use his saliva to lubricate it.

"Rub on it" he grunted

His cock was so massive. It looked really suckable. It's unlike any of the other dildos that you ever used, his cock exceeded your expectations. It would destroy your hole so bad.

As you were rubbing his long hard cock, he bowed his head down, ran the tip of his nose against your collarbone, following with his tongue and lips, he took your hip in his hand, your knee began to bend.

"And here I never thought to stumble across somebody as spicy as you." He pulled his head into a grin

"I'd never thought to fuck someone as handsome as you."

"Well, I'd never thought my dance partner would be serving me right now."

"Well, it's your lucky day today."

You put his veiny hands against your thigh and pulled his hand higher.

"See how wet you get me feeling?"

"Fuck~ baby~" He ran his long fingers through your wet folds.

You were sure he had a firm grip around you. You gently lifted your hand to undo the buttons on his black polo shirt. The muscles of his stomach trembled across your wandering fingers. He started at you with a dark gaze, so much to the point he wanted to put his cock inside your mouth. He stared at you so sexually, his desire was getting stronger, you saw his hunger and need in his eyes as he started to play with your clit, you flinched and scrunched your eyes, as he began to stare at you, sucking on your nipples now, he began to play with them with his tongue, going around circles as he began stimulating your wet insides. His cock still hard as you jerked it off frantically, trying to invigorate it. You stared at him so gently, he began to bite down on your lower lip, you flinched in pain as his teeth sank. He instantly made you drop down to your knees as he pushed down on your shoulders, plopping you instantly. He stared at you from down below, enticingly waiting for you to suck on his big cock.

Before you knew it, his cocky shit began quaking at the sight of your touch. His hand came to stroke your rosy cheek as you glanced at him. You maintained eye contact, until he thrusted his cock inside your mouth, his hands at the back of your head. He tasted so good you felt his cock grazing inside of your mouth. Saliva collected at your lips and dribbled down your chin as you continued to deepthroat him, trying to make him lose quickly as possible. Your hand wrapped around his big long calves as you adjusted your knees against the cold restroom floor, the tiles deliciously burning against your soft skin.

"You like that baby? You want more of this fucking cock?"

"I need more please." you asked as you pumped him quickly and licked his pre-cum away. Your mouth took him again as he cried out, "Shit! Your mouth is so fucking good!" His hips began to push back and out even more repetitively until he reached the back of your throat. He grabbed your head forcefully as he started jabbing his cock inside forcefully, with your warm mouth almost making him reach climax, your eyes soon began tearing up, as that overwhelming rush of pleasure soon began to reach over him. The next thing you knew, he gasped, "S- Shit! I'm about to cum inside your mouth baby, fuck!" strings of his release pushed into your throat, as your eyes smiled with delight.

The sensation made him stumbled as he fell back against the bathroom sink down to the floor. As he sighed in relief, he saw you, licking his remains against your lips and giggled at his dazed look. You smiled, totally smitten at the look of his face. You weren't able to orgasm, but you he had more for you in sight, he gestured you to leave and lock the restroom door, you did. But he mouthed the words quietly, "Just know, I'm putting this fucking cock inside you," he tiredly drainedly said, his arms sinking to the ground.

You smiled and winked at him. "Yes, Jay."

As soon as you closed the door. You quickly positioned your bra and panties as you quietly hummed across the hallway and back down the stairs to your room. You quietly opened the door to still see everybody sleeping. You went to your bed and you envisioned Jay fucking you hard, fantasizing that moment, you went to sleep with your fingers inside your pussy, jamming your fingers repeatedly until you finally came. You then slept in pleasure and awaited the next day for performance.

It was the next day. You woke up feeling happy. You came from the hotel and went down the stairs, along with the rest of your fellow dancers and went to the dining hall to eat. You soon saw ENHYPEN and they sat the opposite table from you. You saw Jay, as he groggily plopped himself down the chair, you met eye contact with him as he soon recognized you were the girl from last night, he kept staring at you while he was eating, your stomach fluttering in joy.

"Hey! Is it just me or he's staring at you like real hard?" One of the group dancers said

"I don't know. But I don't mind." I said confidently

You still locked eyes with Jay, you took your spoon and dipped it into the mashed potatoes and gravy, you brang your spoon up just for him to see as you intertwined your tongue against the stoop, licking it, sucking it hard, for him to get horny. He saw and he looked at you with a sexual gaze, he wanted your tongue to gratify himself too. You guys began to display sexual affection to each other, this time, he had some gravy still on his place, he took his middle finger and index finger and scooped it out, sucking on his tongue, and smirked, just the thought of this sight made you really wet, you wished he jammed it inside you, his long big fingers was enough to get you going. But all was fun until brunch was finished and you guys now had to get going for your performance.

It soon was performance time. You guys had to get ready and get your makeup done. As you were about to get on stage, ENHYPEN was on the other side, as you guys were going to get into position, you knew you were assigned to be Jay's backup dancer. You enthusiastically were inclined as you couldn't wait for what's about to come after this performance. With each move, Jay stared hard and hard at you. You felt butterflies in your stomach. But the way he looks at you looked real menial, each move you guys do, he just gives you an angry look. He looked real aggressive, he started panting when dancing, still staring at you, as you felt his jawline sweating profusely, like a dog in heat. The way he danced made you really horny but you couldn't help but wonder what made him act up like this. Once the performance ended, you guys went backstage, but you saw him as he took his chance when nobody was looking, he took your wrist in pain, his palm sweaty as ever, you jumped, you ran with him all the way to the janitor room, where they keep all the supplies, he locked the door once again, this time, he looked at you with mad intent.

You looked around the janitorial room, it was really small. "I don't want to wait any longer," he whispered hardly in a soft tone. You looked up at him, his hands wrapping the sides of your waist. You nodded your head as Jay chuckled and hold you tight on his chest. "This is the closest to privacy we will be getting," he moaned softly into my ear. "Now I'm impatient." You knew what to follow and with each passing second, he became antsy, you leaned forward and kissed his face, chuckling that he has you all for himself. You look at Jay, giggling that you left a kiss mark stain on his cheek.

"What's so funny" he said confuzzled

"Y-you have a kiss stain on your cheek, hold on I-"

He disregarded you like trash and made you plummet to the floor.

"You fucking bitch, I can't be going out like this,, what if my members see me?!" He spouted in anger

"Don't worry, I'll-"

He pulled your hair in fustration, tugging it, letting his anger out on you.

"You better pay for this."

"I'm sorry!" I pleaded with mercy.

"I don't think so you slutty bitch, now take what I give you."

He opened your mouth as he opened his zipper and quickly entered. Bruising your throat once again. This time, he kept thrusting his cock real hard, barely allowing you to even breathe. You kept tapping on the black cloth of his pants but he didn't budge, not even once. Your eyes forming tears as his cock was too big to handle. As he propped you up roughly, he quickly took off your pants and inserted his fingers into your pussy not so gently, you kept moaning as Jay pulls out with a squelch, he seemed to be enjoying it, staring at you in disregard as he smiled. He soon flipped you over so he can be facing your back, as he smacked your ass so harshly with his big veiny hands. It left a big red mark. You enjoyed him inflicting pain onto you. As now it's what became pleasure. He grunted as he hovered over you, attacking your nape as he bite down, you gasped, "F-fuck me!" As he kept sucking and biting, trailing down your spine until he reached to your ass and to your pussy. He gives it another slap before his tongue darts out and licks the reddening print he imprinted onto you, as it begins to soothe, he began to bite down with his teeth, causing your ass to feel more pain than ever. "MMmMm"

"You like that?"

"Yes I fucking do."

"Just wait until I put this fucking cock straight up your pussy."

"Please do."

"Oh yeah? Tell me how bad you want it."

"I f-fucking want it right now."

"Huh? I couldn't hear you, speak up you slut."

"I fucking want it right now!"

"For god's sake, be fucking quiet!" He growls

His fingers digged into your entrance even more as the pain still lingered. He soon lastly coated your vagina with slurpy saliva from his tongue as he began to eat you out from behind, you started to let out soft moans. He then dived his face between your ass as you shaked it so gently, for him to create noises as he kept nibbling your butthole, your legs trembling in pleasure. Jay stood up and then kissed you ever so softly before he pulled back from your lips. Jay hurriedly thrusted his cock inside your pussy, feeling your wet insides as it kept stimulating his cock to become even harder and longer than it orignally was before. It kept growing inside you that you started to feel it from your organs. It was so fucking hot. He was too quick to thrust inside you, barely giving you time to even breathe, as he slams in and out. A hand reaches out as he grips the front of your neck, squeezing so hard you were about to choke. You derived from this satisfication, this pleasure you were feeling, you needed more. He started to pick up the pace as he groans into your ear, his dark and husky tone "Y-you only make me feel this type of way for you." He kept ramming your insides like slushy. Jay's hard cock made you prone to having an orgasm. His stallion like legs bend down a bit as he grabs your butt-cheeks, spreading them more.

You guys soon heard a loud noise while you kept fucking.

"Where's Jay-hyung??" That was Sunoo.

"He must've dashed to the restroom." Jungwon said.

Their conversation was barely audible, but it was enough to make you guys fuck quietly. With each passing second, you tried your best not to main, but Jay fucked a bit too hard you gasped audible, "AuGh!" Jay covered your mouth with his hand, as he kept thrusting that cock of his, his brows furrowed as he scrunched his face, jamming his cock inside that wet pussy of yours. You tried your best not to moan in pressure with the fact that there are people outside. You're unable to control yourself as you became sloppy with your moans, licking Jay's hand as saliva kept dripping out until it reached down the floor, so sticky.

A big rush of anxiety went across Jay's body as he hurriedly became to pick up the pace and started going faster, both of his hands covering your mouth as you started to arch your back, and his head leaned against the door, you guys still fucking like dogs. You hold onto the shelves in front of you, Jay going faster just to tease you, his crotch and your ass clinking together, making slapping noises, looking at you from the back as he was about to near climax. You encouraged him to cum inside you, wanting his semen to fill up all your insides and up to your throat.

"Please cum inside me Jay, I want your babies, please!" you said in a muffled moan.

"Don't get me started." He panted so aggressively

Before he was about to pull out. You instinctively pushed back so much you guys collided against the door, his cock still inside you, you began moving yourself until he was going to cum. He couldn't do much about it, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he caved in you doing the work, you kept riding and dancing on his cock up and down, swish sounds forming as you were about to orgasm. He smiled in aggravation, "Oh yeah, dance on that dick, show me." he soon began pumping himself, as he was also nearing climax, he began to massage your nipples, feeling for them, grabbing your tits together and pushing them. Jay soon stiffened and grunted "Here it comes!" His cum spilled out in leaks as it entered your pussy, you sticked your tongue out in pleasure, your eyes rolling as he kept pumping out quite a hefty load, causing you to orgasm. "Fuck YeS!" liquid began to poor out from your pussy as it kept squirting all over onto his cock. He exhaustedly moaned, as you slowly pulled your ass from his cock, cum still dripping, intertwined with fluids.

He looked up at you and run his hands against his hair. Out of breath and tired. You stand up and push your breasts against his chest as you lifted your head to give him another kiss, he kissed you back, with two of his fingers up your vagina, arousing him before they slip deep inside. Your legs weakened as you went down the ground, before his pants slid down, just to reveal a hard cock once again.

"H- hah, I'm going to fuck you over and over until you can't stand up and have my fucking babies, you got that?"

I stared at him with such lust from down up.

"Anything for you Jay. I'll be your cum slut~ 𖹭"

He smiled and patted you on the head before he grabbed you close to his cock, allowing yourself to smell that musky alpha cum scent from his dick once again.

"Alright, be prepared to get fucked until I cum dry."

[satorucci]

big bro satoru <3

♡ cw: incest, vouyerism, pining, possesive satoru, doting, protective older brother to scumbgag older brother pipeline, older brother satoru who realizes he likes his little sister and feels dirtyyy :o

♡ currently listening to: r u mine? - arctic monkeys

♡ author's note: remember kids, this is all fictional! <3 would also like to note, satoru's feelings for reader are 1000% familial when reader is growing up - be kinky, don't be gross <3

MDNI

♡ big brother satoru, who has doted on you since the day you were born. you were his sister, so of course, you were the cutest kid around.

♡ big brother satoru, who defends you from the neighborhood bullies as you grow older, because, to be quite honest, you are kind of weird. but you're his little sister, and he's the satoru gojo, meaning everyone who even looks at you wrong gets a black eye as a parting gift.

♡ big brother satoru, who doesn't quite understand why you start to drift away from him and become so moody once you enter high school. no more ice cream dates or sneaking into movies you didn't pay for - oh no, you'd rather spend your time with the mean girls who satoru sees right through. the ones who call you their friend, but in reality they only keep you around to fuck with your self-esteem. he wants to kill them, but he's been raised to never hit girls. still, he contemplates it because you're his little sister.

♡ big brother satoru, who cries dramatically on your 18th birthday, thinking of the little sister whose been glued to his side since birth (apart from your high school years, ugh). he can't stand the thought of you running off to a college different from his own, no matter how much he begged you to "just apply! what's the worst that can happen?", to which you vehemently declined, wanting to be more than just "satoru's little sister".

♡ big brother satoru, who finds himself brooding over the fact that you'll inevitably find your first boyfriend in college. brooding? hm, yeah. brooding. he rolls around in his bed, room dark and moody the night before you disappear off to college for your first year. how could he not brood over it? he knows what guys that age are thinking - he knows what he's thinking when he sees a hot girl on campus! a hot girl? would his sister qualify as hot? a not-so-small part of him sure hopes not.

♡ big brother satoru, who finds himself thinking of you all too frequently at college. the once prince-of-campus becomes a cloud of dark moodiness as he sits in the deepest corners of the parties that he suddenly hates going to. "i wonder what she's doing right now..." he sends you text after drunken text, asking what you've been up, if you're enjoying your first year, telling you how much he misses you, asking if you've been having any issues with boys.

♡ big brother satoru, whose mood, if not already ruined, was absolutely destroyed after you text back saying you've found a nice boy in your first three months of college and you'll be bringing him home to meet the family during winter break. why the fuck would he want to meet this douchebag? maybe to scare him. maybe to kill him. these are the only two options he can think of when it comes to assuring that his perfect little sister with her perfect little lips and her perfect perky tits, and... and... and he's still thinking about his sister, right?

♡ big brother satoru, who tries so hard to convince himself that he's just having intrusive thoughts before going home for winter break. that the thoughts of his little sister's perfect ass and perky tits are just some sort of cosmic punishment for the less-than-gentlemanly way he's treated women in the past. still, it doesn't help when he only gets hard late at night as he thinks of you, the things you've been doing on your college campus, who you've been doing them with. is his little sister still perfect? or has she changed? does she understand what all those campus boys want from her - what her boyfriend wants from her - and does she give it to them? most importantly, when did he become like this? and why?

♡ big brother satoru, who finds himself steeped deep in thought all too often, trying to reckon with the fact that he is no longer thinking innocent thoughts of ice cream dates with his little sister. he's only ever seen you as his little sister, nothing more. not until you ran off to college. his sister, his pride and joy, his possession, likely being manipulated and cheated by the stupid, stupid fucking boys on your campus. when did he start imagining himself being the only one to comfort you? to hold you? to fill you up in every way imaginable? satoru, who used to rag on guys that seemed like they wanted to fuck their sisters, has now become one. but he'll keep that secret to himself.

♡ big brother satoru, who begins browsing through your social media, dick in a vice-like grip as he sees the pictures you post of you and your college friends. you, his perfect little sister, in low-cut tops and slutty halloween costumes that show off the perfect rounds of your ass. he completely ignores the other girls in the photos, keeping attention only on you, his perfect, perfect little sister who, he's coming to terms with, might be quite the minx. he strokes his cock while he thinks of your lips wrapped around him, and - around him? no, no. around someone else. yeah, your lips wrapped around someone else's cock. and then he's soft again.

♡ big brother satoru, who can't stop glaring at the boy you bring home for winter break. he's such a loser. he looks like your typical andrew-garfield-wannabe nerd. why would his little sister ever go for someone like this? he doesn't even look like he could protect her, let alone fuck her like she deserves. ah. he slaps his cheeks, plastering a smile on his face as you and the rest of the family look at him like he's crazy. he hates how you stand there, big doe-eyes looking dazed and confused as you shift uncomfortably in your too-tight dress. it's winter, why are you in a dress? to impress your boyfriend? it hurts too much to think of it that way, so satoru convinces himself that it's all for him. that everything's for him. because he's your big brother and it's always been the two of you.

♡ big brother satoru, who gets left home alone with you and your boyfriend as your parents go out grocery shopping. they had insisted that all of you stay home and rest after making long trips home. satoru doesn't argue, he's never been the type to go above-and-beyond when he doesn't have to. if he has an excuse to lay in bed and do nothing, he's going to take it. but he can't deny that he's incredibly annoyed at how you and your boyfriend pranced off to your room as soon as the door shut behind your parents.

♡ big brother satoru, who walks into the kitchen to find a sweet treat and swears he hears you whining from your room. he's ready. totally ready to bust down the door, question your boyfriend, beat his ass, because what is he doing that could be causing his little sister to make such pathetic noises?

♡ big brother satoru, who, as he inches closer to your bedroom door, finds himself picking his jaw up off the floor. the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin that he's all too familiar with, the faint smell of desire and sex seeping from the small crack under the door, the way you're whining and begging your boyfriend "harder! please, please keep fucking me!" the way you're thanking him each time his cock sinks deep inside you.

♡ big brother satoru, who realizes that you, his perfect little sister, truly have become a little minx. one not for him, but for some fucking loser freshman at some loser college he tried to convince you not to go to.

♡ big brother satoru, who carefully, quietly, pulls his rock-solid cock from his pants, leaning against the wall outside your door as he listens to your cries and coos. wrapping his hand around his cock, he imagines that all of it is for him. that you know he's outside your door, and your whines and moans are all for his pleasure. satoru, who bites his shirt to keep his own moans from escaping as he listens to you chant religiously, "keep fucking me! keep fucking me! i love you, i love you so much!" the rhythm of his hand keeps up with the rapid pace at which your boyfriend is stuffing his cock inside of you, and satoru's groans can be barely be concealed through the cotton of his shirt. he just knows your perky tits are bouncing around, nipples hard, and cunt soaking wet. he can hear it. he can hear how wet you are, the squelching as your boyfriend's cock sinks in and out of you at a breakneck pace.

♡ big brother satoru, whose cock is red and weeping as he listens to his perfect little sister getting turned the fuck out. as he listens to you beg and plead for more and more and more, and ohmygodwhycantitbehim. your boyfriend doesn't actually know how to fuck you right, but satoru does. satoru is a god. he's the man everyone wants to be or wants to be with. the twitching of his cock is incessant, non-negotiable as the pitch of your voice raises. you're so close. you're so, so close, princess. satoru just wants you to cum for him. the slapping sounds grow more chaotic, less controlled as you and your boyfriend near the end. satoru's face is flushed, his cock leaking so much he thinks he might've cum once already.

♡ big brother satoru, who absolutely blows his load when he hears you say, "cum inside, wanna have your babies" in a desperate plea. his perfect little sister, begging another man for his cum. his perfect little sister has turned into a cumdump with the potential to fuck men to their graves. satoru is near his own climax, barely able to catch his breath, grinding his teeth on his shirt as sweat sticks to his forehead. his cum drips freely from his hand as you peak, screaming like a woman possessed.

♡ big brother satoru, who struggles to collect himself and quickly clean the remnants of his cum off the floor before you or your boyfriend exit your bedroom. satoru, who feels both euphoric and disgusted because you're his perfect, sweet little sister and it should be him using you as a breeding cow, not this loser you picked up from god-knows-where. satoru, who is stuffing himself back into his pants when he hears you say, "send me that video", and suddenly he's his cock is stiffening again. when did you get like this? when did you become the most perfect slut?

♡ big brother satoru, who barely makes it back to his room in one piece. who spends the rest of winter break finding any hookups he can in his small hometown, fucking in and out of girls and thinking only of you and your sweet cunt. he'd beg you just for a taste. he'd die for it if you asked him to because you're just so perfect. his sweet little sister. satoru who is so glad when you send your boyfriend off for for the last few days of winter break. satoru, who prays to god that maybe, just maybe, you'll stumble into his room, pupils blown and face flushed, and beg him to fuck you like a real man should.

♡ big brother satoru, who remembers he is a god, he is a miracle-worker, and something as perfect as you won't just fall into his lap without divine intervention.

♡ big brother satoru, who on the last day of winter break, sends you an ambiguous text message, cock already hard and leaking, "you should send me that video you made"

[bloomzone]

THE "LUCKY VICKY" MINDSET !

The Lucky Vicky Mindset or jang wonyoung mindset was created by Jang Wonyoung herself combining "lucky" with her English name "Vicky" (stand for Victory )to share her positive mindset that it's abt choosing a perspective that helps you move forward with confidence so this mindset is about understanding that your attitude shapes your experiences and that seeing yourself as "lucky" isn’t about chance but about the way you navigate challenges, setbacks n success.cuz It’s easy to feel overwhelmed when things don’t go as planned. Whether it’s struggling in school, facing criticism, or dealing with self-doubt, the natural reaction is often frustration or discouragement. But if u shift by thinking like : What if, instead of seeing obstacles as signs of failure, you saw them as redirections toward something better?

This mindset isn’t about ignoring problems it’s about handling them with clarity and resilience. "So how do you develop it?" u need to :

ஐ - 𝟷. ʀᴇғʀᴀᴍɪɴɢ sᴇᴛʙᴀᴄᴋs

There will always be moments when things don’t go your way. Maybe you didn’t get the opportunity you wanted, maybe people misunderstand you, or maybe you feel like progress is slow. The lucky vicky Mindset teaches us that nothing is truly working against us—it’s just working differently than we expected.A well-known example what wonnie said "This happened during a tour when I visited Spain. At that time, I waited a long time at a famous bakery, but all the bread in front of me was sold out. They told me that if I waited a little longer, fresh bread would come out. I thought, ‘That’s Lucky Vicky,’ because I could eat freshly made bread. I shared that story with my fans, and from then on, ‘Lucky Vicky’ spread instantly and became a popular meme.” It’s a small moment, but it reflects a powerful way of thinking it mean that Instead of focusing on what didn’t happen, focus on what’s still possible.This applies to bigger situations too. Didn’t get the result you wanted? It’s a chance to adjust your approach. Lost an opportunity? Maybe it wasn’t the right one, and something better is coming. Feeling stuck? That means growth is happening, even if you can’t see it yet.The way you choose to interpret setbacks determines whether they drain you or empower you.

ஐ - 𝟸. ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

Wonyoung is often criticized online, but her response to negativity is simple: “No problem, I don’t care. You are you, and I am me.” This isn’t about arrogance or something but it’s about understanding that not everything requires your energy.If you spend too much time thinking about what others say, replaying negative moments, or trying to justify yourself, you lose focus on what actually matters. Some opinions do not need to be addressed. Some people are not worth your time.That doesn’t mean ignoring constructive feedback, but it does mean choosing where you place your attention. The Lucky Vicky Mindset is about knowing when to engage and when to walk away because your energy is too valuable to be wasted on things that don’t help you grow.Jang Wonyoung also said in a show interview : "I believe there is energy in thoughts and words. When I got anxious and negative thoughts, I tried to correct them positively. In the end, there was no wrong path even if I looked at where I am now,"

ஐ - 𝟹. ғᴏᴄᴜs ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇss

Comparison is one of the biggest traps in personal growth. Social media makes it easy to see others succeeding and wonder why you’re not at their level. But the truth is, no one’s journey looks the same and no one has it all figured out.Wonyoung has been in the spotlight since she was a teenager, constantly compared to others, yet she stays focused on her own path.

🗝️:You don’t need to be ahead of anyone else you just need to be ahead of where you were yesterday.

Instead of thinking:

"Why am I not as successful as them?"

Try:

"What small step can I take today to improve?"

Your timeline is your own. Trust that your progress is happening at the right pace for you.

ஐ - 𝟺. ᴄᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

A lot of people wait to feel "ready" before taking action. They think confidence comes when they finally have everything figured out. But in reality, confidence grows through experience, not through waiting.Wonyoung didn’t become poised and self-assured overnight. She gained confidence by stepping into situations that challenged her. The only way to become good at something is to do it, even when it’s uncomfortable.So, whether it’s speaking up more, taking on new challenges, or stepping outside your comfort zone, start before you feel fully prepared. Confidence isn’t about never making mistakes but it’s about knowing that mistakes won’t break u

ஐ - 𝟻. ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴀss ɪs ʜᴀʟғ ғᴜʟʟ

I want to add something about positive and negative thinking for the setback part

People often say, "The glass is half full" to mean optimism and "The glass is half empty" to mean pessimism. The Lucky Vicky Mindset takes it a step further.

wony once said, “I was about to drink water after practice, and just about half a cup was left. I had hoped for just about half because it would be too much to drink all of it and not enough if it was too little. I am totally a ‘Lucky Vicky!’”

That it’s about seeing things as aligned for you. It’s not about forcing happiness or pretending everything is perfect. It’s about trusting that what’s in front of you is just right cuz The way you interpret situations shapes your reality so this way of thinking removes the pressure to categorize things as "good" or "bad." It allows you to move with life instead of resisting it. When you start seeing every outcome as something that fits into your journey, you naturally feel more at peace, less anxious, and more confident that things are unfolding the way they should.

So instead of asking, “Is my glass half full or half empty?” try thinking, “Maybe this is exactly the amount I was meant to have.”

@bloomzone

This mindset allows you to be present, grateful, and naturally attract opportunities. When you believe that life is working with u, rather than against you, everything starts to feel like a lucky break even the things you didn’t expect.i hope y'all like this blog and thank you for the love and support ! have a lucky Vicky day 🍀