#solo party but we're vibing

[nanowatzophina]

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP.

DRAGON AGE VEILGUARD

EVERYONE WHO IS POO-POOING IT BEFORE IT'S EVEN OUT, I SHAKE MY FINGER AT YE.

I WILL TAKE WHATEVER THEY GIVE ME CUZ I JUST WANNA GO BACK INTO THEDAS

AND THAT TRAILER WAS AWESOME.

Elven Mage Rook that's hella Autistic Coded and stilla total Bad Ass, I'm SO EXCITED TO MEET YOU-- Love you babes!!

i'm so excited and i everytime i search up that trailer on youtube to watch it again i just see fifty videos with titles that make it look like they're complaining about the game *already* which i don't understand--

Anyways. Imma be optimistic and so fucking ready to explore the world and be so happy.

I am grateful for this food. Thank you, Bioware. And I just wanna throw my lil bit of positoovity out there.

i can't wait to meet these characters and design my rook and just have fun with it. Cuz it's a video game and it's meant to be FUN.

i'm STOKED.

[dailykugisaki]

Day 135 | id in ald

Yeah I fucked up here a ton of times. We living though.

[femonologue]

Many years ago, I was wandering around downtown Ottawa with my best friend. We ran into a friend of his who offered us some hash (it sucked), then said there was a really good house party nearby if we wanted to go. We were like, yeah, sure. So that's how we ended up at some completely fucking random person's house.

I look around to ask if my friend knows anyone here and he's simply gone, as is his friend. And this isn't some red solo cup hangout; this is a party. There's people counting out pills on the kitchen counter. I am clearly neither as cool nor as drug-savvy as the kitchen people, so I back away and instead wander aimlessly into the living room, which seems to give off more of a chill vibe.

A bunch of people are seated in a circle on the floor. One of them is fiddling with a big wad of newspaper or something. A really cute grunge girl with piercings and tattoos scoots aside to make room for me, so I sit down.

"What's that," I ask her, gesturing at the newspaper wad.

She gets a really big smile on her face. You know the smile. It's the I'm About To Watch This Innocent Soul Get High As Fuck smile. "You've never smoked a tulip?"

"What's a tulip?" I ask.

"It's like if a joint was also a bong," she replies. "You gotta try it."

"Alright," I reply, a little uncertainly. This will not be my first encounter with weed. I am more comfortable with the janky newspaper bong than I am with whatever the fuck is going on in the kitchen. Besides, this girl is really cute and I would like to have a friend here now that my existing friend has turned into vapor or been transported to the Upside-Down or whatever the hell happened to him.

I watch as one person holds the newspaper joint-bong upright and holds a lighter over the top while another gets beneath it, tilting their head back to take a puff. Apparently smoking this Cheech & Chong monstrosity is a two-person job.

"Oh," I say, looking at the fist-sized knob at the top of the wonky newspaper joint. "Yeah, it does kinda look like a tulip." Grunge girl smiles at me.

I watch as the tulip is passed around the circle, along with the lighter, and hits are cooperatively taken. It reaches grunge girl, who takes a huge puff and holds it for an extended moment before exhaling an impressive blast of smoke. She smiles expectantly and holds the tulip up for me, preparing to spark the gigantic meteor of dank that makes up its tip. By this point I have completely forgotten about my missing friend. I only care about making a good impression on grunge girl. I tilt my head back and hit the tulip like a smokestack.

It is the following morning. I am sleeping between a couch and a wall. I'm not positive that this is the same house I was just in. My memories are gone. Someone is yelling at me: "dude! Dude! Wake up, dude!"

I sit up. My mouth tastes like cigarettes. I do not smoke cigarettes. "Wha," I ask the yelling man, who I am quite confident I have never met before in my life.

"We're going on a quest," he tells me, gravely. "You have to come with us."

I look around. Neither my friend nor his friend are anywhere in sight. I also do not see grunge girl anywhere. I shrug helplessly. "Okay."

We embark from this house. I learn that the destination of this quest is Tim Horton's. This is a relief to me, as coffee and a donut sounds really fucking good right now. Somehow, the route to Tim Horton's takes us past the Governor-General's residence, which everyone else in the group loudly heckles on the way past. I do not know what the Governor-General has done to raise their ire, nor do I particularly care. I trudge along with my hands in my pockets, pleased to note that I still have my wallet, phone, and keys. I fervently wish that I could remember anything about last night. Maybe I talked to grunge girl. Maybe she's why my mouth tastes like cigarettes. The tulip tasted nothing like cigarettes.

I am asked about my politics. I voice my frustrations with corporate corruption, the pay-to-win electoral system, the lack of transparency and accountability. This is met with great approval. The guy who was yelling at me claps me on the back. I get the impression that we became friends last night. I don't recognize his face. I do not know his name and he definitely does not know mine. I behave as though we're friends anyway. We are comrades on a quest.

By the time we make it to Tim Hortons, the gaggle of stoners I'm walking with have all run out of energy and/or attention span. People order snacks and break away in pairs or solo, to call for rides or plan the day's events or just vegetate and wait for the drugs to leave their systems. I look around and find that my nameless friend has also gone to the Upside-Down. As I wash the cigarette taste out of my mouth with coffee, I unsuccessfully try to remember whether I saw grunge girl smoking tobacco at any point. I remember nothing. That tulip was so fucking powerful that it instantly sent me a whole day forward in time.

Alone in the city, I try to call my best friend and get no answer. I walk to the nearest bus stop, catch a bus most of the way home, and call up my parents to ask for a ride back. They ask where my friend is. I tell them that I have no idea; we went to a house party and I don't remember anything else.

When they pick me up from the bus station, they ask me some very safe, nonspecific questions, and seem to relax when I describe what little I can remember. It isn't until years later that I realize they were probably terrified I'd gotten rufied or something, and were so relieved to learn otherwise that they didn't even bother chiding me for smoking myself unconscious in an effort to impress a strange woman. In any case, they were probably happy to find out that I did, in fact, like girls; I suspect they had been privately wondering whether I was gay.

After getting home, I finally manage to get my best friend to answer his phone. I discover that he tried the kitchen pills, spent most of the night crossing the entire city on foot, and crashed at his cousin's house. He sounds like shit. I tell him that he should have tried the tulip, instead. He fervently agrees with me.

I never see grunge girl again.

That's okay, though. She got to see a clueless stranger get fucked the entire way up on some ungodly strain of giga-weed, and I got smiled at by a cute girl, and then I got to go on a quest. Wherever grunge girl is, I hope she's happy. I hope she's smoking the fattest fucking blunt and smiling as some kid passes out behind a couch.

[prettygiri222]

New Year New Me Us

Summary: your new year's resolution is to be done with your toxic ex, how long did it last?

Gojo Satoru x Black Reader PLOT + SMUT

“I don't want to keep doing this with you Satoru… we're done.” you managed out through hiccups. tears were streaming down your face from another pointless argument that started after your boyfriend came home from work. it became a constant and you finally reached your limit.

“...” Gojo bit back his tongue not wanting to say anything else that could hurt your feelings. but that ended up being the wrong idea. he watched in silence as you packed up your things.

you had a suitcase packed for a while now ready to leave but you couldn't do it. you and Gojo were high school sweethearts and he was your first everything. he was your first boyfriend, your first kiss, your first time, you met his parents and vice versa. so you didn't want to give up on him through a few hiccups. but it was too much now.

your friends, having witnessed the relationship from the beginning, watched how you slowly started hanging out with them less. your excuses went from “being out with your boyfriend" to “Toru says it's dangerous” to “Toru said it's too late” and lastly to “Toru said no.”

it was a shame seeing how you used to gush about the things Gojo has done and bought, to you not wanting his name to be mentioned during the few times you all got together so you could have a break from his draining antics.

with the New Year’s coming up at the end of the month they finally managed to convince you to dump him. you planned to participate in the new year tradition of eating twelve grapes under a table to hopefully invite a new love into your life, something healthy.

“bye Toru,” you didn’t look back once you reached the door. you had already steeled your resolve. you two were done for good. you heard him kiss his teeth behind you but he stayed quiet, burning holes into your back. he just followed you around the shared house that you were leaving to him since he was the one who bought it. you were going to stay at a friend's house till you got back on your feet.

“we're not done,” Gojo mumbled under his breath. you had already walked out the door so you didn’t hear him. he knew he wasn't acting as the best boyfriend right now but it was because everything was acting as a stressor in his life. and you were the only thing able to keep his piece.

but your friends were getting to your head and it pissed him off. always trying to take you out to parties and clubs. you were a good girl with a boyfriend at home so there was no point. that didn't stop him from attending though. your friends sent you pictures and videos of him at the same places he didn't want you going. 

when you brought it up he claimed that it was for business. since he's been in these places and as the owner of a few he knows the vibes and energy, “it's just single women dressing like sluts and horny men.” no place for his perfect housewife, although you were still his girlfriend by name. 

yet that’s exactly where Gojo had met you. it was at a mutual friend's house party and you were the one who came up to him. you had a huge crush on him back then, everyone did, he was a senior and you were a junior. after a few coolers and hushed whispers, your friends convinced you to go up to him. 

you stumbled over to him with your hips swaying to the music. he was in the corner standing up against the wall by himself nursing a red solo cup. once you were close enough his head snapped towards you, making you all flustered. he shot you a small smile wondering what a cutie like you was doing here. when you got back to your friends you were flaunting his number.

he was far from being done with you but for now, he was going to give you some space to clear your head.

☆☆☆

the different scents of musk, weed, vape, cologne and perfume both overwhelmed you and gave you a sense of comfort. it's been so long since you've been out with your girls, this was going to be a great way to bring in the new year. the music was vibrating through your body and the dark lights made way for a great ambiance. 

Gojo hadn’t left your mind since you broke up but he was at the forefront either. although you missed him at times and craved his presence you knew it was for the best. but tonight you had forgotten about him completely.

tonight you were dressed to impress. you adorned a honey blonde wig with big bouncy curls and a black satin jumpsuit that exposed part of your chest. you couldn't wear a bra with it so you wore some pasties to prevent a nip slip.

to avoid drama and actually spend some time together you and your gals had pre-booked a booth. as well as a table so you could participate in the new year tradition to bring in love as your friend snuck in some grapes. the alcoholic taste of casamigos burned your throat as you all took shot after shot. feeling your body and brain slowly begin to numb. 

it was a blur how you all got to the dance floor but bodies were rubbing and bumping against each other. you were whining, shaking ass, popping and locking and even threw some legwork into the mix. you and your girls were having the time of your life without the presence of any men, except for the occasional guy who came up behind one of y'all.

Gojo watched you with a frown face as you had fun in his establishment. you knew he owned a few clubs but he never told you the names not wanting you to stop by. little did you think you would waltz right in. it was the new club that was making a name for itself around the city that your friends decided on.

Gojo knew you were going to be out partying with your girls on the new year so he told his men to be on the lookout. once the bouncer let y'all in he alerted Gojo of your whereabouts. Gojo had pictures of you plastered all around his office, it would've been hard for his men not to notice you. 

anger coursed through his body watching as you let men come up and dance behind you. this was the exact reason he didn't want you coming to these kinds of places. though you rejected every advance to take it further it still had him seething. in his eyes you were still taken.

he took deep breaths to calm himself. if he wanted to win you over he was going to have to play nice. Geto, his best friend and right-hand man, gave him some advice, if he wanted to win you back he was going to have to show some growth. so that meant not snapping at every little thing.

and he was trying, it was so hard watching as you bounced around the club with your tits spilling out of your one-piece. how could you not feel the breeze? but he knew if he went down to the floor, picked you up in front of all your friends and took you home so he could fuck you until all you remember was his name you would be pissed. 

but it was hard. he was stone-cold sober so he could have a clear head when you two talked. anytime he came down to his clubs he was always high, he couldn't stand being around these types of people. most of the time he left it to Geto but when he had to present he was fried out of his mind.

“man fuck this shit,” Gojo's last straw was watching you giggle when another man slapped your ass when you bent over to twerk. he stormed out of his booth and towards you. the crowd parted at the sight of a 6 '4 pissed off heavily tattooed man storming through.

you oblivious to his presence kept on. “it’s the speaker knockerz,” the throwback song blared on the speakers, of course you had to show out.

“e-excuse me!” before you could get into the song a strong grip found your arm. you stumbled as it dragged you out of the crowd. your eyes trailed the body, the hand was attached to see who it was ready to scream at them. ice rushed through your veins upon seeing a familiar tattoo, you only knew one man with red lips tattooed to his neck with your signature underneath. “Toru…”

he didn't say anything but his grip on you loosened. you wanted to pull your arm out of his grip and head back to your friends but your heart panged at the sight of your ex-boyfriend. the clock projected behind the DJ's booth read 11:20. you should have time to sort this mess and say your goodbyes before the new year, right?

deciding to give him his last chance of the year you followed him to the back of the club and into the elevator. his hold on your arm hesitantly slipped down to your hand where he held his breath. he was testing the waters to see how you would react.

you did not pay it any mind, too busy collecting your thoughts. how did Gojo find you? you had a month of no contact and had him blocked and removed from every social you had. he didn't follow any of your friends so how did he know where you were?

the silence left you time to realize where you were, this place was one of his clubs. you sighed in embarrassment. you've heard him on the phone talking about closing a deal on a new place but you didn’t connect the dots. Gojo kept you in the dark about his line of work, not wanting you to get involved.

DING! the elevator reached the top floor and Gojo exited first with you slowly following behind, scoping out the place. he led the way to a door where two men dressed in uniform stood taller than him. “Sir.” they greeted him before turning to you, “Ma'am.”

“I don't care if the building is going up in flames, do. not. interrupt us,” Gojo spat out. they just nodded and opened the door. you raised your carefully threaded brows in shock. Gojo gestured for you to enter first which you did, uncertain to where this would lead.

you looked around the vast room stunned, it had a luxurious interior design. there were pictures of you and Gojo decorating the room. it was a lot but not enough to the point it was worrying but romantic. it's been a month since you last saw each other so he should have taken them down by now. but he didn't.

the room was thick with tension, no one wanted to make the first move. you, afraid to be on the receiving end of his anger and him, not wanting to say the wrong thing. 

“...princess, can you please look at me?” there he goes with that sweet nickname that made your knees feel like they were melting. when he used his charm he was irresistible to you. you loved it when he was sweet, it's how he wooed you in the first place.

but it no longer affected you, you've been focusing on yourself this past month. so no way were you going to let him back in with a few sugar-coated words. that's what you believed until you turned around and your resolve quickly depleted.

Gojo stood with his regular hunch in his back but he still managed to tower over you. he was wearing leather pants and a short-sleeve button-up that showed off his arm tattoos and gave a glimpse of the one on his chest, with a single chain decorating his neck. his hair was tousled back with a few strands falling out in the front. he looked really good, but you weren’t going to fold.

“Satoru…” a gasp caught in your throat when you looked up to see his bright blue eyes. they were swollen with eye bags underneath, a tell that he hadn’t been able to get enough sleep. god knows when the last time you two had slept separately before the breakup, always snuggled close. he hadn't had a proper sleep since you left.

“I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend as of late and I truly did not mean to take it out on you but c’mon you see how your friends get in these types of places.” Gojo exasperated, gesturing to the door. you frowned, if this was his attempt at reconciling with you he was going about it the wrong way. “you're better than this.”

“from what I remember I'm single and in your club so I'm just as bad as those girls you see,” this time it was Gojo who was frowning. his club was such a nice place with good music and food, there were lots of security and friendly female bartenders who made you feel safe. it was such a shame he wanted to keep you from it.

“you know that's not what I meant…” he shook his head looking down at your revealing outfit. suddenly uncomfortable in your outfit you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“so what did you mean?” the both of you stood in silence. he bit his tongue to hold back from saying something slick. you took his silence for the nonchalance he liked to flaunt. you sighed at the realization that he hadn’t changed in the time you were apart. there was no point in wasting any more time with him.

you moved to walk past him. “where are you going?” he asked, moving to block your path. you rolled your eyes at his advance.

“to be a whore-”

“don’t be like that, you know shit-” you could see how hard Gojo was racking his brain to find the right answers. your heart swelled a little, maybe he did have a change of heart. “you know how I struggle to find the right words.” 

Gojo was right, in this relationship, he always used his actions to show you just have much he cherished you acts of service and gifting giving being his main love language. he would go out of his way to open every door for you, he loved indulging you in your stuffie obsessions, buying ones he thought you would think were cute, a few even having his voice in them, and he pays for everything, clothes, nails, hair and makeup. 

when you fall asleep in his car after a late night drive he would pick you up and bring you to the room without waking you and complete your skincare so you wouldn’t wake up with pimples. he would surprise you with gifts after you completed strenuous tasks. and his exquisitely planned date nights he went all out for every Friday night. 

he took your stillness as you contemplated his previous actions as a chance, “give me consent,” you looked at him in surprise as if he had just shot you. he wanted to fuck? that’s how he planned to apologize to you? “give me consent and I’ll show you just how much I love you.”

“no.” you bluntly stated, visibly upset. after all these years this was how he viewed you, an object of sexual desire. you held yourself as you shivered at the thought, it made you feel disgusting. this was not how you wanted to start your 2024.

“I promise you you won’t regret it,” he picked up your chin so you could look him in the eye. you could tell he was serious about it, his eyes glazed over. but there was so much yearning in his eyes as he looked at you. “just say our safeword and I’ll stop, no hard feelings.”

butterflies you didn’t know you were holding erupted in your stomach at his gesture. you felt like your high school self again. getting all nervous when he would rest his hands on your thigh while he drove. 

“...ok, one last time...” you couldn’t help but already break your new year resolution and give in to his charming antics. and it wasn’t the alcohol clouding your judgment, that was just the effect Gojo had on you. whether it was a good or bad thing.

you found yourself pressed against his wooden desk with his hands wrapped around the sides of your neck pushing himself closer to you. your lips were captured in a passionate open-mouthed kiss. you moaned deeply into his mouth feeling him slurp and pull on your tongue. each caress sent waves of tingles to your neglected pussy.

his hands gently roamed your body, down your neck to grope at your breasts before they found a place at the curve of your hips. Gojo felt you rutting against the leg he placed between the both of yours. temporarily breaking the kiss he rested his forehead against yours to watch you get off on his thigh. he couldn’t feel you through the thick leather material of his pants but he knew you were wet. 

the way you move your hips against him was sinful. you had the motion of water pushing and pulling of water at the beach. the material of your jumpsuit was so thin the roughness of Gojo’s pants was enough to stimulate your clit. he grew hard just looking at you.

returning to your lips he could taste all the liquor you consumed throughout the night mixing with the fruity taste of your lip gloss. he devoured your lips this time, nipping at them as he swallowed your moans. when you struggled to keep up with his kisses stopped. 

he peppered kisses down your neck relving in the way you were so responsive and sensitive to his touch. you went from having constant sex to being celibate for a month, so you were definitely feeling it. 

“Toru…” you whined. you didn't have time for all of this. you wanted to get back to your friends before the countdown. not to mention you were going to have to clean up.

“I know baby, but lemme take my time with you,” once his kisses reached your chest he pulled back. he slipped the satin off your shoulder exposing your perky breasts that sat nicely without the help of a bra. “I didn't get to tell you earlier but you looked gorgeous today.”

the honest look in his eyes told you he was speaking the truth and not just wanting to get into your pants. it had you feeling all mushy inside. “thank you,” you shyly muttered.

he peeled off the pasties covering your nipples and dropped them on the floor fully exposing your brown tits and dark brown nipples. he quickly busied himself sucking on one while he fondled the other. he soon switched sides not wanting to neglect the other.

you were so uncomfortably wet. you could feel how your thong stuck to your cunt, your wetness seeping through your jumpsuit and dampening Gojo's pants. you arched into his mouth desperate for more.

“yea, I hear you,” Gojo stood up shifting his dick in his jeans. the tightness of his pants was insufferable but his focus was on you right now. he had to make sure you knew how he felt. 

he unbuttoned his shirt with haste not wanting to be apart from you for too long, revealing his cut abs and carefully trimmed happy tail. you took the chance to remove the rest of your jumpsuit and heels as well. clothes were strewn across the room without a second thought. 

he licked a long stripe from the middle of your chest and up your throat before finding his lips against yours. how he missed this, how he missed you. he picked you up and placed you on the desk, your bare pussy leaking onto the wood.

“need you now,” you whined, breaking away from the kiss. you looked into his blue eyes with your dark brown ones, both dilated but his were more noticeable. he hissed seeing your swollen lips and already fucked out face.

“I gotta stretch you out baby,” Gojo was big and thick. it was always a bit painful when you tried to take him without it claiming you were a big girl. but the stretch was so delicious, it had your nails scraping against his back. “haven't taken my dick in a while.”

he picked one of your legs and held it up by the back of your knee so he could have easier access. he collected the wetness seeping from your pussy and spread it all around your lips. coating you in your own fluids. “stop teasing me Toru,” you were so whiny tonight.

you let out a pleased moan when he finally slipped one of his fingers into your tight hole. he smiled down at where his fingers disappeared into your dark folds watching as you bucked your hips wanting more. when he tried inserting the second one it struggled to get past your ring of muscles. 

“relax,” he whispered. his warm breath fanned your face only inches away from your lips. your tightness proved to him that you hadn't seen anyone during your little break and he revelled in it. it meant he didn't have to pay anyone a little visit after.

“ok” panted out. you had to will yourself to relax, the little bit of stimulation was already overwhelming. you hadn't been able to even touch yourself in the month you were single out of respect for your roommate. so when he added another finger you lost it, feeling them nudge at your insides. when you started to clench around his fingers he knew you were ready. to your disappointment, he pulled out.

“oh hush” Gojo heard you whimper, he was going to give you what you really wanted. he unbuckled his belt and let out a sigh of relief. he felt like he was going to burst, his tight pants were cutting off the circulation of his dick. when he pulled out his dick it was flushed an angry red. he smeared your wetness on his tip, jerking himself a little. 

this time he laid you flat on his desk knocking off the paper and items he had on it with no care in the world, both of your legs rested on his shoulders. his ice-blue eyes were fixed upon your beautiful self, there was no way he could lose you. you were flawless in his eyes.

from your natural hair that he loved when you rocked to your brightly coloured and styled wigs. your aesthetic that seemed to be ever-changing from Y2K to coquette to bohemian to baddie to alt when you felt like it. the way you never failed to take his breath away with or without makeup. your body that looked amazing no matter what you wore and how it fit so perfectly against him.

but nothing made his day more than when he would come home from a stressful day and be greeted by your pearly white smile. someday it would be the smell of your home-cooked meals that greeted him first followed by you in a little apron only in your underwear claiming it gets too hot when you cook and he could feel the tension melt from his body.

“mhm,” you both moaned at the same time. Gojo intertwined his fingers with yours beside your head at the same time he pushed the tip of his dick into your stretched hole. you were so wet that he slid in with ease. his dick spreading the inside of your pussy as he pushed deeper into you feeling your wet warmth suffocating wrap around him.

“missed this, missed you Toru,” you blabbed, already drunk off his cock. Gojo was giving it to you slowly and deeply, he was making love to you. his hips were moving at a tamed pace making sure his tip kissed your sweet spot at the end of every thrust. he wanted to make sure he was consuming all five of your senses. and that he was all you knew leaving you no room to question his desire for you.

“yea?” Gojo was trying so hard to maintain his composure but he was about to go crazy. how could you try and keep this from him? try and leave him? Gojo maintained eye contact with you watching as you grew shy under the sheer intensity of his gaze. “gonna be my sweet little housewife again? let me put a ring on it so you won’t be able to leave me so easily.” 

“mhm,” you closed your eyes, a soft moan leaving your mouth. you heard his first question clearly but you didn’t want to give him the answer to avoid ruining the mood. you felt your orgasm slowly approach, there was that growing feeling in your lower stomach that had you grinding up against him. “I’m close Toru,”

Gojo frowned at how you so blatantly ignored his confession. he kept up his pace watching the in-between of your brows crease as you focused on the building sensation. your moans switched over to mewls as you drew closer. but he felt a pang in his heart, the anger from earlier begun to simmer under his skin again.

“you gonna cum for me, darling?” Gojo already knew the answer. he could feel the way your soaking cunt pulsated around him. you could only nod overwhelmed, your eyes were still screwed shut. it pissed him off how you were getting off on him while he was suffering. he roughly grabbed your chin and forced it up. “and look at me when you do.” 

“oh god,” you lost it at the command, barely able to open your eyes as it hit you like a truck. you cried out, feeling the building sensation burst. he let out a groan feeling your juices gush around his dick. 

“it’s not god princess, it’s me.” you could tell Gojo was angry now. he always snapped at the littlest of things when he was. his last straw was when you squeezed your eyes closed again, shaking from pleasure. you just weren’t listening tonight and it pissed him off to no end. Gojo didn’t say anything else as he turned you around, you were now stomach flat on his desk while your ass hung off.

“wait Satoru! what time is it?” you attempted to get up from his desk in a panic but his strong palm kept you down. what about the new year and your friends? he pushed his tongue against to cheek, you were trying to leave him again.

“oh, so you get to cum and I don’t and when you want answers you get them, is that right? you know that’s not how things work around here princess.” Gojo tried to keep his voice smooth but after years of knowing him, you could hear how he strained. “it’s my turn now so keep still.”

Gojo didn’t give you a chance to talk back, he inserted his slick-coated dick back into your gaping hole. there was no resistance this time allowing him to bottom about almost immediately. a gasp was forced out of your mouth with how rough he was being. you should have been used to it but you weren’t. 

“you don’t love me anymore?” his eyes darkened at the thought. no way in hell was he ever going to let you leave him. you were his little sunshine,  he wouldn’t know what to do with himself without you. he grabbed the front of your neck pulling you back into his chest so he could whisper in your ear, “you must’ve found someone else if you can’t even look at me anymore.”

“I didn’t,” you whined out. this new angle allowed him to reach deeper. you struggled on your tippy toes to maintain it while his cock plunged deep into your cervix, bullying it. tears began to well in your eyes, “Toru, it hurts.” 

“so say it then. say our safeword and I’ll stop,” this was Gojo’s attempt at provoking you. he knew it hurt, with the way your hips jerked after every hit. but he knew that you were feeling good. your moans were high-pitched and caught in your throat and your pussy was oozing more liquid than usual, it was running down both of your thighs.

you bite your lip. your safeword was at the tip of your tongue. if you said it you knew Gojo would stop no matter how angry he was. then maybe you could go back down to the club and ring in the new year with your girls. but you couldn’t.

your head dropped against his shoulder as you let out loud cries. if the guards didn’t hear you before they must be able to hear you know. the wooden desk rattled under you at the force of his thrusts. the ceiling of his office was nothing more than a blur at this point, your tears stuck to your lashes and clouded your vision.

“so why are you trying to leave me, pretty girl?” Gojo wiped the tears that were running down your cheeks. acting all nice and sweet as if he isn't bullying your cunt as he speaks. he relished in the way you were becoming putty in his hands.

“I already told yo-” he cut you off delivering an unexpected strike against your g-spot. “Toru!”

“told me what?” he was acting dense. while he kept his tattooed hand around your throat the other picked up your leg so he could change the angle of his thrust at will. he was alternating between hitting your cervix and g-spot. 

“oh fuck” you cried out. you felt your climax approaching at an alarming rate. you weren’t going to last much longer at this rate. the one leg you still had on the floor shook as you struggled to keep your balance and from pleasure. “I’m close.”

“what were you saying before?” Gojo purposely slowed down his thrust to draw out your whines, missing both of your spots with his shallow thrusts. you were going to be his again by the end of the night.

“nothing!!” you cried out pathetically. you reached out behind you to grab his back for some balance. but you still shook pathetically feeling as though you were about to burst. Gojo felt his balls swell at the sight of you all fucked out from him. 

“so we’re back together again?” Gojo asked already knowing the answer. he fucked you dumb, turning you into his little doll who said yes when he asked. it was so cute when you got like this. you hated orgasm denial so he used it as a punishment when you weren’t listening. you would do anything to cum. “you’re gonna let me put a ring on your finger, have you be my real wife?”

“yes! whatever you want!” you babbled. Gojo immediately picked up the pace, your sopping cunt was so wet that his dick was just gliding in and out of you. it was the end after that, your climax hit you harder than the last time, your toes curling in. your eyes focused on a dark spot on the ceiling as you let it all out, soaking Gojo’s dick. you could barely hold yourself up, “I’m cuming Toru!”

“Shit, me too princess” it didn’t take much for Gojo to cum after you. with the way your warm pussy wrapped around him and the liquid that trickled down his dick he couldn’t help but release inside of you. stuffing your insides with his thick load of hot cum.

after you both calmed down after your intense orgasms he set you down on his desk. he checked the time on his wristwatch seeing that it was now way past midnight, “happy new year, my love. may we see many more.”

[luvyeni]

❛PRIVATE DANCE❜ (h. hyunjin )

💬nia's note: not sure why but his solo songs gives male stripper vibes to me.

p. malestripper!hyunjin x shy!reader w. 1.9k

warnings? fem!reader, oral (fem. receiving), unprotected sex, missionary, dirty talk, vanilla sex

— 𖦹 ( hyunjin meets alot of girls , but none are quite like you ) !

"it's just a strip club (name)." your friends drags you to the front of the club. "unclench , it's my wedding party and you promised to do everything i wanted to do." you pouted , you made that promise unaware that she wanted to go to a strip club. "i know but- no buts." your other friend said. "we're here to get you out this shell , your young and hot , it's time to show it."

you wanted to protest , you did, but your friends are right. growing up , your parents really sheltered you. when it came to sex , you learned everything from the internet , which was the worst thing you could ever do so when it came time to lose your virginity finally in college , it was horrible , you felt no pleasure. ever since then you've completely shut the idea of having sex or anything sexual out of your brain.

"look i come here all the time." your friend said. "the dancer dancing tonight is amazing , he doesn't get on the in like a male thong or anything." she said. "although- shut up (friends name) , i promise, he's cool , and he's hot so that's a plus."

you thought about it for a second before nodding. "o-okay fine." they both clapped. "amazing , here." your friends handed you a few bills. "when he comes around , give it to him." you took the bills into your shaking hands. "good , ah! the shows about to start."

the room lights turned off , being replaced by a dark purple lights. "here he comes." you friends squealed along with the rest of the girls in the bar , just from silhouette alone as he stepped on to the stage. "good evening beautiful ladies." he spoke through the mic , everyone go even crazier. "i hope you enjoy the show."

the dark purple lights replaced with a lighter purple light , giving you a better look of his face — and he was absolutely beautiful , like handcrafted by god himself.

the music starts and hyunjin began dancing , swaying his hips , his eyes low as he looks at different women in the crowd , smirking when they'd scream his name. hyunjin loved this , he loved that he could get many people to worship him scream his name like he was some sort of god. "you ladies are looking good tonight."

"he is so hot." your friend jumped around in her seat. "i know right , isn't he?" your friends turned to you. "y-yeah." you stuttered , flustered out of your mind , you had been quiet the entire time , your eyes on him the entire time.

the way he danced , moving to the beat in such a sexual way did something to your body , his dark eyes made you clench your thighs together. "oh shit , here he comes." you friend slapped your leg , breaking your thoughts. "(name) , get the money ready."

hyunjin made is way to the crowd , bending down , collecting the money , allowing the women to get a touch of his body , before moving on. "ah seems like someone is getting married soon." he bent down to your friend. "maybe after the show you could come get a personal wedding present from me." he smirked , your friend smiled , handing him the money.

"i may up leaving my husband so not me." she said , turning to you , then to your other friend , who seemed to understand her. "but my friend here has never had a private dance before , maybe you could be the one to show her how fun it is." your eyes widened. "w-what!" hyunjin's eyes moved to yours , smirking when you tried to avoid eye contact. "hello."

you realised you were still holding the money. "oh , h-here." you shyly handed him the money. "thank you beautiful." he kissed your hand. "see you after the show." he backed up , eyes still locked with yours. "w-why did you guys do that?" you stressed. "i didn't want a solo dance from him." you friend held your shoulders. "well now you do , a wedding gift from me." she said. "i hate both of you."

after the dance , hyunjin said his goodbyes , making his way to the back , while you and your friends stay for drinks. "did you like it?" you nodded. "i-it was okay." you took a sip of your drink. "i'm still pissed that you guys did that though." you said. "(name) , it's just a private dance , it will be over just like that." the bride to be said. "you'll be fine."

hyunjin sat in his chair , his mind full of you , it had only been a spilt second , but he couldn't help but think about how shy you were , the way you could barely look at him , hyunjin met a lot of girls , but you were different , you were cute and just his type. "hyunjin , it's time for the private dance , should i go get her?" the bouncer came to the back.

"no it's fine changbin , i'll go get her myself." he said. "hyune , you know chan doesn't like it when you go to the floor when you're on the clock." he listened to his friend nag. "she seemed nervous , i feel like she'd be much better if i personally came and got her." he came up with an excuse. "chan will be fine." changbin agreed , hyunjin stood up. "jeongin got the room you wanted together." he thanked his buff friend , making his way out.

he found your table , making his way over to were you were watching one of your friends get drunk. "hello ladies." he smiled. "ah (name) there he is." your friend squealed. "isn't he hotter up close?" your friend slurred. "st-stop it." you whined , pulling her off you. "thank you pretty lady." she blushed , he turned to you. "you ready?" he held his hand out. "you seemed pretty nervous , so to ease your nerves by coming to get you." he said. "(name) , go have fun for once."

you grabbed his hand , and he helped you up. "follow me." he guided you throughout the bar , smiling when he felt you squeezing his hand. "i-i'm sorry." your realized what you were doing. "it's okay pretty girl." your heart was beating like crazy.

he stopped at brown door , opening it allowing you to walk into the room , taking a look around the red room with a red heart sofa. "this is a special room." he said closing the door. "i've only been in here maybe once since i've been here." he said turning on music , a really sexual song played from the speakers. "w-why?" you said , gaspin when you felt him come up behind you. "only for really special girls." he said against your ear.

your heart was beating like it was about to beat out of your chest. "sp-special." you said , he hummed. "yeah special." he moved his body to the music against you. "you're so tense princess." his hands to your shoulders , massaging. "relax for me."

he pressed a particular spot that made a soft moan slip from your mouth , slapping your hand over your mouth. "i-i'm sorry." you said. "don't apologize , especially when you're making such pretty noises." he released your shoulders. "you know i can pull more of those pretty noises from you." he whispered. "all you have to do is give me the permission."

you could hear your friends voices 'you need to have fun'. you bit your lip , nodding , he grabbed your cheek. "i need words , i need to know you want this." he said. "ye-yes." he smiled , caressing your cheek. "good girl." he pulled you into a kiss , he could sense you didn't know what you were doing , so he took lead , guiding you.

he backed you up , until you hit the couch , he gently pushed you down. "so pretty." he crouched down in between your legs. "i'll take care of you baby." he lifted your skirt above your hips , your panties on display. "hy-hyunjin." you covered your face. "uh-uh." he grabbed your hands. "let me see that pretty face , my shy baby."

he was killing you , slowly pulling your panties down your legs. "so messy baby , i barely did anything." he chuckled. "you're so worked up." he kissed your thighs , close to your heat , you whined. "you smell like heaven baby." he kissed even closer. "pl-please."

your whiny please was all he needed , he gave your clit a little lick , then licking a long stripe up your cunt. "o-oh my god." you moaned , he smirked against your cunt , repeating his motions over and over.

your hand came to his hair , grabbing it gently tugging it , making him moan against your heat. "fu-fuck , hyun-hyunjin more." he made eye contact with you , before bringing his plump lips around your clit sucking on it. "ngh , m'gonna cum."

he kept sucking your clit , your tugs at his hair making his cock harder and harder. "i want you to cum in my mouth princess." you mumbled against your clit. "cum for me." your mouth dropped open , as he sucked harder , forcing your orgasm out of you , your juices flooding his mouth. "so fucking good."

he kissed your clit one last time , smiling at your fucked out face. "so fucking pretty." you covered your face again. "no no no , what have i told you about hiding that pretty face." he said pulling your hands from your face. "i-i c-can't help it." he chuckled. "i know baby , that's what's so cute about you." he said.

he layed you down on the couch , hovering over your body , leaving little kisses on your neck. "w-wait." you stopped him. "you okay love?" he asked concern in his voice. "i-i only did this once." you said as he undid his slacks , his cock straining in his underwear. "and it wasn't really good , so im not sure what to do , but i want to do it."

he nodded , freeing himself from his underwear. "i'll take care of you love." the tip of his cock kissed your hole. "make sure you feel real good." he slowly slid into your hole , the stretch was painful , but it wasn't unbearable. "fu-fuck baby you're so tight." he groaned. "just relax for me , let me in."

he finally bottom out , giving you a chance to grow accustomed to his size. "gonna move now love , is that okay." you whimpered , nodding. "words love." you moaned out a yes , and he pulled out , pushing himself back into you , moving his hips , thrusting inside of you. "hyunjin , fu-fuck."

"s-so good." you looked so pretty laid out for him , your hair all messy , sweat dripping from body , moaning his name loudly as he fucked into you. "yeah?" he moaned. "you feeling good princess, i told you i could make you feel good." he rubbed your clit. "gonna make you cum on my cock."

as soon as you said that , you felt it , the band in your stomach snapping. "oh fuck "im cumming!" you screamed , clenching hard around him as you came. "sh-shit." he rubbed your waist , soothing you as he pulled out of your cunt. "you did so well."

he tucked his still hard cock back into his pants. he smiled, helping you get cleaned up , putting your underwear on. "b-but you didn't- i know." he said.

"that just means you have to go out with me as a pay back."

©️LUVYENI

[ninjaturtlemaniac]

Part 1 Trolls Headcanons/ Theories/ Thoughts/ Ideas

Part2 Part3 Part4 Part5 Part6 Part7 Part8 Part9 Part10

Trolls - in general Trolls are pretty rare outside their usual kingdoms and it's considered good luck to meet one.

Brozone - drastically changed their looks coz they hate that they used to dress the same.

Bruce - one of those dads who would get a new barbeque and show off all the cool features to the other local dads.

Bruce - "No kids, we're not keeping that stray animal, end of story, no way..." - 1 week later and he's giving it kisses and building it an over the top kennel with a heated blanket and a water fountain.

Bruce - (canon?) carried all their eggs, indirect reason why his hair is so big. (Side note - I read somewhere someone called all their kids 'The Bakers Dozen' and I frigging love that)

Floyd - solo career after he left Brozone - all his songs were PINK FLOYD SONGS! (Maybe that could've been his stage name?)

Floyd - his hair is naturally pink but JD made him make it redder because 'we're a boyband and pink is a girls colour'

John Dory - has embarrassing baby pictures of his brothers as leverage

John Dory - over-exaggerates his retellings of stories "I fought off 30 no no no 40 snakes with one hand behind my back."

John Dory - always casually asking Poppy, Brandy and Viva to marry him, over small things too "Brandy, these pancakes are delicious, marry me."

Clay - writes long and very detailed critical reviews of restaurants

Clay - has reading glasses. Probably the ones that attach magnetically at the nose ridge.

Clay - labels everything (labelmaker is to Clay as Gary is to Branch)

Clay - very into color coded itineraries and always know everyone's business "Poppy is currently at Smidge's pod doing her hair" "How could you possibly know that?" "I have my sources."

Clay - also a notary and registered marriage celebrant

Clay - hair was always naturally green but JDs hair was already green. JD said he had to be yellow for the band, they needed that color coordinated group vibe.

Clay - has drafts for his own book series

Clay - actually plays golf

Clay - gets clumsy when trying to impress someone he admires (imagine him meeting King Peppy and he just knocks things over)

Clay - competitive af - brothers know better than to verse him at anything - has an over the top victory dance

Viva - that concept art of tiny Viva is the age she was when they escaped the Troll Tree. So like 15 maybe?

Viva - wants to make up for all the missed holidays/birthdays/parties with Poppy so she is constantly popping out from places with gifts yelling SURPRISE!

Branch - for Pop Trolls - being in a famous singing group is the equivalent of being a recognized expert in your field. So the fact that Branch is in TWO famous boy bands is like he has several PhDs.

Branch - Kismet formed inside a group home for Trollings

Poppy and Vivas mother - my theory is that they managed to keep princess Viva a secret from the Bergens. They chose the Queen for Trollstice when they discovered what they thought was her first egg. The Troll Tree escape plan came about when Chef promised the new royal trolling for the young Bergen prince.

[cosmerelists]

Attending a Party Thrown by Each Radiant Order

As requested by anon. :)

You've been invited to a party! Actually, ten parties. But the twist is that each party is thrown and attended only by a single Radiant order and also we're in some kind of quasi-modern AU. What would each party be like?

[Previously: Radiant Orders play boardgames, have sleepovers, and go to musicals]

1. The Lightweaver Party

The invitation is a glossy, stylized illustration of a hand holding a wine glass--a true work of art. You later find out that every invitation is unique; no two are the same. The invitation leads you to a large ballroom-esque hall. "What is your name tonight?" asks a masked figure at the door. "Uh...Fred?" you say. You had not planned this. "Welcome...Fred," they say and let you in. It is shadowy inside, perhaps because all of the light comes from fairy lights and electric candles. Everyone is masked--including you, as per the invitation. People glide about, talking and laughing in low voices. It's not unwelcoming exactly, but certainly...surreal.

2. The Windrunner Party

The invitation is a couple of dudes saying, "Hey, there's a thing. Wanna come?" when you run into them at the bar. "The thing" appears to be some kind of picnic at a local park: you were told it was a potluck, so you did bring a macaroni salad, but the focus seems to be the large pot of stew that one of the men is making. There's a lot of eating and laughter and sunshine, and frankly a lot of hot people in uniform. You have a good time. Even if the Captain is just a little bit glowery the whole time.

3. The Edgedancer Party

A roller skating rink! You haven't been to a roller skating rink in sooo long! You're honestly psyched. As you do your best to skate around, others glide smoothly past you, looking like they were born skating. When you take a break to eat a mediocre but nostalgic corndog, a couple of them sit with you and you get to chatting. You're just at a skating rink, eating a mediocre corndog, but somehow...you've never felt so heard. When you go back to skating, you're skating with maybe a tear in your eye.

4. The Stoneward Party

It's just a party at someone's house, where everyone brings a case of beer or a bottle of wine or a snack food, and everyone drinks out of red solo cups. But you know what the vibe is? Convivial. Like, people are waving you over to join their conversations and asking about your hobbies and at one point? Someone suggests a party game? And everyone plays? Like, it WAS a pretty competitive game of charades, but everyone seemed to be having fun the whole time.

5. The Truthwatcher Party

Their party was at a local bar and on trivia night. The party was immediately pretty boisterous--someone brings up politics, like, immediately, and then everyone is happily shouting their thoughts back and forth across the table. But when trivia time hits, the mood turns serious.

6. The Dustbringer Party

It's in the basement of a warehouse that you're pretty sure is due for demolition. Certainly, it does NOT feel particularly structurally sound and there IS a lot of, like, concrete dust and debris everywhere. But once you get downstairs--well, this is not just a party. This is a rager. There is music and alcohol and drugs if you want 'em, and people are shouting and dancing and generally having a good time. "When you're like us, you GOTTA let loose every once in a while or you go INSANE!" someone says to you at one point. "It's about release?" you say and everyone in a five-foot radius groans at the pun.

7. The Willshaper party

It's drugs. Lots of drugs. Some of them are illegal, some of them aren't, but the people here would definitely scoff if you tried to make that distinction.

8. The Elsecaller Party

Well, it certainly is a very correct party. You receive an RSVP, and it's clear that you are meant to respond. In writing. Which you do. The RSVP lets you know that the party is semiformal, and that the dinner course will begin at precisely 7pm, so you do not even try to do the whole "fashionably late" thing. You are there by 6:55. Good thing, too, because everyone else is already there. "Everyone" being Jasnah and one small, inky man. Have you ever had dinner with your dissertation advisor who is also your mom somehow? Well, then you know how this party went. You were SWEATING the whole time.

9. The Skybreaker Party

When they checked your ID at the entrance to the small event hall they had rented, you laughed and asked if they wanted to make sure you were over 21. Their expression in reply told you that this was not a joke. Inside, there is a cash bar, and some hors d'oeuvre being handed around on plates. The people inside are mostly talking about their recent accomplishments in a way that makes you feel that they are all very stressed and trying to prove something. "It's a test," says a bald man who appeared very suddenly next to you. "A test of what?" you ask, suddenly very afraid. But he is gone.

10. The Bondsmith Party

You're at a party, and it's just you and two other people. The two other people? Married. You feel like you're crashing a date. They're being very nice and you are being included in every conversation but you're also literally the third at a party with only two other people who are married. You can't help but think this would be WAY less awkward if there were just ONE more Bondsmith. But who knows if THAT will ever happen!

[slugtranslation-hypmic]

Hi Slug!

Could you translate positive my life, please? 🥺🥺

Hello Slug. I hope this finds you well but may I ask if you may be able to translate Hifumis solo, “ポジティブ my life” from the Block Party album? Thank you very much.

Sure thing! Under a cut for length.

The playful tone is crucial to the source, so a similar goofiness is present in the translation. With that said, I'm not adding anything extra for silliness. Some light fluffing on vague lines to convey (what I'm understanding as) the meaning. No attention paid to line length, rhyme, or rhythm.

Heya, friendos! (Hey there, Hifumi!) Hm? Gosh, you seem like a bunch of gloomy Guses today. Wait, I have an idea! Let's play a game! I'm logging in to Buddy Quest and speedrunning character creation so we can get to the open world and goof off! (Heck yeah!) We gotta turn all those frowns upside down. So what're we gonna do? Set off on an adventure to make new friends! I may not be able to claim the hero's sword. I may not have it in me to smile all the time. But my friendships and the good vibes we make together are the best equipment I could ever ask for. Yeah, yeah, yeah! There's no one like my party! We're friends! (Friends!) And even if we lose at the end of the day, we still all have each other. I cast SMILE. It's super effective! Next thing you know, you're one of us--YOU have joined the party! A full, amazing party! (We! Are! Hoods!) If you're a top player? Sweet! Let's live it up tonight! Yeepers, that was a close one. Almost ran out of HP! (Positive! Up! My life!) Or if you're more of a novice? No sweat. We'll carry you! Either way, let's "positive up" my life! (And yours!) [1] All righty! We're kilin' it. Keep it up, gang! Next up: lemme run you through how I "positive up" my life. Step 1: Take a cool selfie, upload it to the character creator, and let the game handle the rest. See? Looks just like me. (Sure does!) Step 2: Forget the haters. If the vibes are rancid, I don't wanna hear it! (Yeah, yeah!) Step 3: We all have tough days sometimes. But you gotta try to smile anyway. Because you're braved and you're loved, y'know? Once you realize how much your friends care for you, I know you'll get back up and keep fighting that good fight! (Get 'em, Hifumin!) Step 4: Sometimes, you just can't get past that next level. But don't you ever give up. Hit that CONTINUE button, you hear? (Positive! Up! My Life!) Because we still all have each other and the good vibes we make together in our full, amazing party! (We! Are! Hoods!) Ah ha! So you're the final boss. [2] Say, you know what? You wanna be friends? (Positive! Up! My life!) We can still beat the game together, and no one has to get hurt this way. So what do you say? "Positive up" my life? (And yours?)

[1] There's a slight joke/nuance here that I'm a bit stumped as to how to convey naturally in English. The terms he uses to describe different playing styles (魅せプ) (lit. enchanting play style) and (姫プ) (lit. princess play style) are evocative of his host role as someone who "enchants" clients often referred to as princesses. This suggests he's speaking to a woman, which ties into the final verse of the song that uses the same format. [2] Not the same "you" he's singing to in the song. The difference in tone suggests it's Honobono.

[gingerjolover]

What I Want - Lucy Dacus x fem!reader

Synopsis: Lucy and her gf go to a halloween party and jealous!lucy makes an appearance.

G's notes: this was a request, shoutout to the anon who requested and the anon who asked for one of the boys and soft!gf to go as shego and kim possible (idk if ur the same person or not hehe)

wc: somewhere around 800?

warnings: RPF, alcohol, partying, touchin n grindin, slightly insecure soft!gf, jealous!lucy, no fundamental physical descriptors?

"You're sure it looks okay?" you ask, adjusting your shirt, the ribbed cropped 3/4 sleeve riding up slightly. Lucy smiles pulling your hands away, her own going to the hem to adjust it for you. "You look fine angel, why are you stressing?" she asks, a smirk on her face.

You run your hands down your cargo pants, turning around in the mirror. "I don't look funny?"

"Baby, you look hot," Lucy laughs, her own body adorned in black and green, her black hair styled and framing her face, her upper lip painted black. "I'd kiss you, but," Lucy says, pointing to her lips.

You pucker your lips anyway, your girlfriend giggling as she leans in to kiss you sweetly, hand moving across your back, pulling you in.

"Okay, c'mon, we're gonna be late," Lucy says, pulling away, her thumb rubbing your upper lip.

"Let me just grab my lipstick. I'll meet you in the car?" you ask, kissing her cheek quickly as you run to put some last-minute things in your fanny pack.

Lucy nods, grabbing her phone and heading out to the car where some of your friends are waiting. You lock up, head outside, and get to the party surprisingly quickly considering LA traffic.

You and Lucy walk in, fingers laced together, seeking out Phoebe, Julien, and some of your other friends. There's mandatory mingling, walking around, feeling out the vibe. The compliments you receive on your costumes help ease some of the anxiousness, Lucy holding your hips as you move through the crowd.

She eventually leaves you with Jo and Kelli, your eyes wide as you stare at what looks like... the beast with tits? They have you doubled over in laughter, Kelli wiping her eyes when you feel a pinch on your butt. You turn around and see Julien, Phoebe, and some of your other friends, immediately hugging them. "Look at you!" Phoebe says, winking.

"Me? Look at you PB," you say, looking at her costume, her skeleton body suit, knee-high boots, and black lipstick (you guys know the photo) are eerily close to her everyday attire. She smirks softly and looks around, "Where's Luce?"

"Getting drinks, did you-" you start to ask when "What I Want" by Muna starts to play. You and Kelli share a look before Phoebe grabs your hand, twirling you into her, a bunch of you getting into the middle of the backyard where people are already dancing. It takes no time at all for Phoebe to have her hands on your hips, moving your back against her front, grinding against you, both of you giggling wildly. Julien is holding your hands, moving them back and forth to the beat. Eventually, Julien pulls you from Phoebe, smacking a wet kiss on your cheek before twirling you playfully.

"Having fun?" Lucy asks, appearing out of nowhere, holding two drinks in her hands. Naomi stands behind her with wide eyes, looking at you and shaking their head playfully. You cock your head to the side, a confused look on your face. "Come dance Lu," you beckon softly, loud enough to be heard over the music. There's a twinkle in Lucy's eyes; they darken just a little as she stares at you. Phoebe smirks before taking your drink from Lucy's hand and handing it to you. "Someone's jealous," Phoebe teases in a sing-song tone.

"No she's not," you say scoffing, before looking at her again. "oh my god are you?" you ask, a bit shocked.

"Nope," she says, sipping her red solo cup, walking towards Jo.

"Wait-" you start, before Julien pulls you back in as another song starts to play. Your body moves however Julien pulls you, your eyes locked onto Lucy. She smirks softly, nodding at you as she raises an eyebrow. You turn back around, allowing yourself to move against Julien and Phoebe, relishing in the feeling of your girlfriend's eyes boring into you.

Several songs later, Phoebe lets you go with a "you're welcome dude," a kiss to your cheek, and a small push on your ass towards Lucy.

"Hi," you say slightly out of breath, Lucy wrapping her arm around you, kissing your hair as she hands you her drink. "That's not my lipstick on your cheek, is it?" she asks, her voice low and raspy in your ear. You gulp down the alcohol, shaking your head. "No, it's Phoebe's," you breathe out, her hand sliding down your back. One of the straps from your cargo pants proves to be the perfect anchor, Lcuy grabbing it and pulling you closer. "I'll remember that tonight," she says, tones dangerously low as she kisses a spot under your ear. She licks her thumb, wiping off Phoebe's lipstick before placing small kisses all over your face and neck, marking you quickly and possessively.

"There," she says nonchalantly.

"What? Why did you do that?" you ask, unable to see your face or the black lipstick covering your skin. You're fighting a smile, Lucy's jealousy very rarely bubbles to the surface.

"You're mine," she says low, kissing and biting your neck before patting you on the ass. "Just want to make sure everyone knows who you're leaving with tonight..."

[iris0gardens]

Heyy bestie 👀 idk if this is weird cos we're mutuals and all but i heard you do requests and i am parched for more legion Wrench 😩 How comfortable are you writing him with a younger reader? (Mid/late 20s) Perhaps he meets Jacksons hacker friend or smthn. I can offer art in return, anything you want 🙏

⊱Late night talks⊰ Legion Wrench x Reader

"The amount of stupid you have in you, is impressive...i like it"

TAGS: Big vibes, Jackson and sushi, implied romance, cuddles and chaos talk ;)

description: Jackson needed Wrench´s help with getting a heavy box to his new apartment. There he got introduced to a grey hat stranger, turns out he had alot of common with and vibed with.

-Requested by my lovely moot @bardsins! (check them out, amazing art <3-

"Fair warning Reggie. I have a roommate now and they are...particularly interesting." Jackson warned the masked man as they were walking up the stairs to his apartment. Wrench´s mask changed to question marks as he tilted his head to the side towards Aidens son. "What do you mean...are they dangerous? no...ARE THEY IN THE MAFIA?!" The blond haired responded with caution in his voice as he got louder. He gripped the box he held harder as he watched his friend stop for a second to process before proceeding movement.

"SHHHH what? no?..they do the same stuff we do..just solo. They are a grey hat with a tendency to cause chaos...like someone i conveniently know."Jackson shushed Wrench as he rolled his eyes, he went up a couple of stairs before making a turn into a corridor with doors on each side. "Just don't bomb them with Questions immediately. Pretend i never told you and lets get this over with." he begged Wrench as he took out his keys from his pockets and turning towards Wrench with a beg in his eyes before stopping at a door.

"I can try. but no promises though"Wrench responded casually with a shrug and stopped walking near Jackson as the black haired man infront of him proceeded to open the door.

As the door opened, faint music was heard playing from one of the rooms in the corridor as they both stepped in, Jackson letting the door close behind him as he called out for his roommate "YINNNN, IM HOME AND BROUGHT A FRIENDDD". A moment later, the music stopped and a voice responded with a quick "LIVINGROOM" before the music continued shortly after. Wrench looked towards his friend with question marks plastered on his mask and the opposite just shrugged before heading towards the Livingroom with a response. "Wrench, dont worry about it. Put the box down and follow me"

Taking a second to think, Wrench slowly put down the box at a near table at the door before following his friend to the next room. "ayy Jackson! I got you the sushi from the starfell Party from today. Its in the kitchen." The stranger to Wrench greeted Jackson casually as he walked into the room, standing behind Jackson and analysing the person. H/L H/C hair, a black zip hoodie along with a grey shirt that said "mess with hacko get DDOSo" which he found amusing. The person was sat on the couch casually, laying on it while having their legs over the end of the couch as a bag of chips was layed against them. "Dope! Y/N, meet my friend Wrench. Don't mind the mask" The black haired male introduced the two before heading towards the kitchen in a hurry to get his sushi.

A silence fell among them while Y/N looked at Wrench up and down. "so-" they both attempted to start a conversation before a soft chuckle admitted between them. "nice, soo...you are the Wrench? former dedsec member and now full time merc?" Y/N asked with a smirk on their face as they adjusted their position on the couch they were planted at. They were now sat on the couch instead of laying on it, patting their side as an invite for Wrench to take a seat. Wrenchs mask displayed question signs before returning to his usual Xs as he slowly walked over to the couch before proceeding to sit on it.

He made sure there was a safe sentence between them before casually responding "yeah...your Y/N right? probably not your hacker tag. What is it? only fair to share" his mask displaced his usual happy led´s before switching back. His opposite chuckled before laying their head on the back of the couch. "you caught me red handed, sweets. its H/N (hackername)." Before another word left Y/Ns mouth, Wrench gasped dramatically, placing his hands infront of his mask as his mask turned to Os before displaying his excitement. "no fucking way! Grey hat hacker and activist H/N???? I heard of your work! Nice to finally put a face to the name."

They both had a nice discussion over their careers as Jackson returned to them only to excuse himself. "Sorry, love birds. I gotta dip now. Aiden needs my help with stuff. "The protest from the two weren't heard due to him leaving so quickly with a small bye. He left the room and soon the front door was heard opening and closing, indicating that he left them fully to themselves. Y/N sighed, shaking their head with a small smile "classic Jacks, always jumping for his dad. always nice to see in this fucked up world.".

After a joke or two they returned to talking about the world and their interests, noticing the small similarities, they got stuck on the topic of who would win...two robot dogs or 10..lions? They couldnt fully agree on it and laughed about it.

"The amount of stupid you have in you, is impressive...i like it" Y/N laughed out between laughter, leaning against Wrench´s arm as support. The male tensed up for a second before easing into it with a soft smile plastered under his face. "yeah...I like your personality too. its feisty and you obviously know how to pack a punch." He responded as he laid his head against theirs.

"wanna get drunk and play mortal combat?"

"Are you asking me out? if so..FUCK YEAH"

They proceeded to get drunk and go against each other in mortal combat, leaning against each other semi cuddling before it turning into a passionate make out session. Sadly however due to the Writers incapability to post smut on tumblr (if yall want, i got ao3 now ;) ), before proceeding into deeper grounds, they passed out in each others arms.

After waking up awkwardly in the morning, it didnt stop them hanging out more often after and soon becoming the chaos couple of London.

-Hope yall enjoyed this lovely piece of art for my lovely moot. I was big time inspired. Reminder my request are open and i would love to take them! :D-

-if you check out my mutual! you get a cookie ;P-

-not keen on constructive critism as I do this as a way to enjoy myself and share it, so PLEASE NO COMMENT ON MY WRITING STYLE UNLESS ITS A GRAMMER ERROR. THAMK YOUU-

[jmdbjk]

Bangtan Weekly Report

Why did JK come back to Korea?? I seriously thought it was to send Yoongi off but we're still not there yet.

This trip for JK is supposedly associated with a fashion schedule. Seems like if he was on his way to the VMAs they'd be ramming his appearance down everyone's throat for clout.

Personally, I hope he does not appear on that farce of an award show but if he does he'll pomichidai or however you spell it.

Dazed and Jungfused. He let those nipples see daylight and hasn't looked back.

JK is single-handedly dragging us along in Chapter 2, force-feeding us some grown-ass man full bleed adult Bangtan with his cigarette-smoking, nipple-feuled photos.

You know Mr. OG with the nipples will need to step up his game now right?

Tae x Layover ... poor guy wondering why everyone was cursing him out during his listening party on Stationhead.

So I listened to Layover. Added it to my playlists. It's nice, jazzy, R&B. Those genres are not my usual vibe.

Of all the songs, I think Slow Dancing is the one I like best. They were right to choose that as the title track.

The MV is gorgeous, except for the weird images of Yeontan in the trees of the mountain. Those kinda creeped me out... a little hokey, lol.

I was surprised that the songs are heavy in English lyrics. I know Tae has memorized things in English for things like award shows and all, it never seemed like he was confident in speaking English so it surprises me there is so much English in these songs.

Perhaps this is why he had Jungkook record the guides so he could follow them to help with pronunciation.

I watched a few of his Layover promotion interviews. I've been waiting to see him let more of his personality out during this solo rollout.

Tae is very animated and expressive when he speaks. And this is where I say he would excel at acting. He mentioned wanting to play a villian and I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THAT!

The Weverse Magazine story and today's Suchwita episode were more enlightening to me than anything else so far and gave me more insight as to the differences between him and the others. He made me understand his personality better. He made me realize or remember how sentimental he is. They talked in-depth about several topics: 2018, Chapter 2, individual projects and best of all they talked about when they get back together as 7. It did make me tear up when he said when they get back together he would like them to go on a trip together.

Anyway...

Tae has been feeding us on Instagram daily along with Namjoon...

Happy 29th birthday Namjoon!

You are loved and admired. Thank you for normalizing fuzzy mole head Bangtan, but I'm still going to fall down in a weeping mess when I see Jimin's head like that.

RM just going about his business and showing Jimin some art. The Leeum Museum is within walking distance of their apartments at Nine One, not that I think they walked there, they probably went in Jimin's car since Joon still doesn't drive... just kidding... but who knows. I got behind a Porsche Panamera the other day and was thrilled. That's a much larger car than I originally thought it was.

[Pretty sure that's a drink Jimin's holding in his left hand. Maybe iced coffee.]

I want to think that some deep conversations happened while these two were contemplating art. How can deep conversations NOT happen when you are hanging around Joon?

And Hobi and Jin still making their presence known on Weverse and IG. We are on the downslide for Jin. I can't wait for him to be back.

I think, not 100% sure, but I think after Korean men are discharged from the military they are automatically put in reserves. I didn't know that until the other day. So we may think they are scott-free when they are discharged but not really. Phooey.

💜💜💜

Just a quick thing for insight: Miley Cyrus said touring is hard for her because she felt her "ego" gets "overused" and that "it's hard to turn it off." She said "I think when you're training your ego every single night to be active, that's the hardest switch, for me, to turn off." Having every day the relationship between her and other humans to be basically 'subject' and 'observer' isn't healthy for her because it erases her humanity and her connection.

Just food for thought...

[10byten]

Yuta's Collab

Summary : You met Yuta at a musical social event. And and between the two of you a beautiful alchemy is born 

Warning : Y/N and Yuta discover each others, beginning of a relationship, SMUT at some point.

Words : 5000

You accidentally entered the men's room and came face to face with him. He looked at you surprised but amused by the situation. 

"I didn't know they had a gender-neutral restroom here. I'm pleasantly surprised" he looks you up and down, it really is a pleasant surprise for him. 

"Sometimes you have to push the progress yourself." You wonder where you got the confidence to say that, since you're usually the stressed-out, self-conscious type. 

He raises an eyebrow and laughs at your answer. "If everyone thought the same way, things would move faster. I'm Yuta, I identify myself as a man, wait...no man suits me fine" he holds out his hand, with polished nails. You hold out yours in return and introduce yourself: "by the way, nails, plus the rings, I love it, what a classy man.”

He smiles proudly, "it takes all the right things to look your best in society, doesn't it? As for me, I love your piercing", he heads for the bathroom door and turns back to you, "maybe we can continue our conversation in a place with more champagne than soap?” A woman like you deserves to be wooed somewhere a little classier.

Is this guy for real, is this smile for you? Whatever, you’re on it. 

He grabs two glasses of champagne from the bar and gives you one "so tell me, what do you do for a living that made our paths cross at this party".

"You mean apart from campaigning for non-binary toilets around the world? I'm a production assistant in the company that organizes this event, my job is to make sure everything is ok when you, artists, start to release an album." 

"You, artists? So you know who I am? Or did you deduce I was an artist because of my vibes haha?"

"Maybe a bit of both" you wink at him "ok maybe I know you're a Japanese rockstar who got lost in a Korean band." 

"god damn, no one has ever summed up my life so well, a fan of those Korean boy bands?" he pricks your heart.

"I might have already listened to some of your music, just to find out, after all, our two labels are going to sign a partnership. We're about to become your first distributors in Europe, I take my job very seriously you know".

"I can see that, I'll be sure to underline the investment of our collaborators at SM during our next meeting" you both laugh and continue your conversations on the terrace. 

He lights a cigarette and asks you "so what's your final destination, I mean your goal, your ambitions, I'm curious." 

"hmm probably to open my own agency but to produce only young emerging talent, whose music is a bit offbeat. I'm not looking for big talents who will become the next Rihanna or Ed Sheeran. I'd like to collaborate with people whose music is more psychedelic. I can see how that might be lazy, but I prefer things that are more human, on a smaller scale." 

"I've got a buddy for you if you go for it haha, one of my collaborators is totally into that sort of thing. If you know us, you must surely see who Taeyong is, our leader?"

"Yes, that's right, I think he's already gone solo. How bout you? Would you like to go your own way?

"Obviously, I'm just waiting for the right moment. 

"And is the right moment coming soon?"

"Production assistant ? Wouldn't you rather be a journalist?" he shoves you gently, laughing. 

"I take you three floors below this party, to the studios, and in exchange you give me a preview of what we should be getting soon" you give him a look of defiance.

What's certain about Yuta is that he's never been the kind of guy to wait quietly for the party to end and go home, and a challenge is something that stimulates him, especially when it's thrown down by an attractive woman.

"deal beauty”

You catch two champagne glasses on the way and sneak with him to the elevator on which you swipe your badge, the studio floor is only accessible to company members. 

"Ready to give it all, Nakamoto?"

"Never been this ready" 

You drag him into one of the first studios. "Okay, I'll throw you a beat and you show me what you've got in mind". 

"Just try not to fall in love when you hear my voice" he teases you before walking through the studio door.

You throw in a Chase Atlantique-style beat and let Yuta get started. To your surprise, he follows up as if he'd had something prepared for weeks. As if he'd been working on this session for a while. You know a real artist when you hear one, you think, stunned by his set. 

The beat ends and you look at him, still fascinated. You didn't know this guy could sing so well, but what was he doing in a band? Why didn't he launch a solo career and let his talent shine? And above all, how could anyone be so handsome as well as so talented. 

He looks at you, a devastating smile on his lips, and exits the recording booth. "I think I handled the challenge pretty well considering your reaction." You blush a little at his words and feel like a first-year intern meeting an artist for the first time. "I'm speechless, I must admit. When's your solo album again?" you ask ironically.

"It all depends on whether I find the right people to work on it with, do you know any?"

 he's looking at you intently now, you can hear the invitation he's extending, you just don't know if it's still music he’s talking about...

Anyway, you're at work and you'd never dare cross those boundaries. 

You shake your head to clear it of any sexual ideas. 

"Is this a collab proposal? because it looks like the next few days, shall I say weeks, have just suddenly become available in my schedule."

You both burst out laughing, and he moves closer to you, holding out his hand again to shake, as if to conclude a deal.

"Deal" he says to you, you hold out your hand to do things the conventional way. He grabs it and pulls you closer, you find yourself pressed against him. He leans his face over yours and almost whispers in your ear, "I'm really looking forward to collaborating with you and showing you everything I'm capable of." His breath is warm and he smells an intoxicating mixture of champagne and light menthol he took after his cigarette. You feel a wave of shivers run through your body and you almost feel as if your legs are going to give out. This guy really does have a strange intimidating power over you. His attitude charms you; it's not that of a predator, but rather of a passionate man showing his interest. You hold his gaze as best you can to avoid showing any sign of weakness that would discredit you. A sparkle passes through his eyes when he sees your iron will. 

You search deep inside yourself and manage to retort with a slight waver in your voice, "so I'm waiting for you Yuta, I won't tolerate any disappointment."

You wake up next morning wondering if it was all a dream, but you know it wasn't when you hear your cell phone vibrate. Your boss is on the starting block. Last night, after leaving the studio and going back up to reception, you and Yuta had talked to your respective managers about a potential project. To which both men responded positively. The idea is a good one, and quite feasible. On the other hand, Yuta's stay wasn't supposed to last more than a few days, so you had to get things up and running quickly and complete the project quickly. The studio appointment was for 9am this morning and you were to discuss creation. You'd spent the rest of the night talking with Yuta on the terrace. You'd even seen the dawn breaking, which is what made you decide to leave each other, with much regret.

Yuta arrives with coffee for everyone except you, he gets you a lemon tea, which you told him the day before you loved. A gesture you really appreciate, and you thank him sincerely, turning his cheek and tapping it with his forefinger to invite you to give him a kiss. You won't let his action go unrewarded and give him a peck. He smiles and winks at you to let you know you're getting "special" treatment. Are you really starting to fall for this guy? It seems so. But business is business and you go into concentration mode, it's time to work.

The day you thought you'd love, which is partly the case, quickly becomes an ordeal. Every gesture, every smile, every damn sound, every look from Yuta sends you to another planet. This guy is going to lose you your job, you're hanging on his every word and you're off to other galaxies as soon as he opens his mouth. The end of your session approaches, night falls and everyone present gradually leaves the studio, leaving you alone at last. You realize it may be time for a breath of fresh air and grab your things. 

"Verdict on this first day?"

You put on your jacket and reply, "I don't think I've ever worked with someone so prepared. Is it an Asian thing or just you haha?" 

He opens the studio door for you to get out and replies, "I had all these models ready for a while, so that made the work easier. As I said, I'd already thought about this solo before. And yes, in Korea people like things to be fluid when you go into the studio." 

You shake your head, impressed by this man, his work, his talent, his charisma, his presence. "You really have to live it to understand it."

He smiles at you, questioning, "What's that?"

You slump against the wall of the elevator, exhausted by the day. "My supervisor once told me that to discover a good artist when you meet one, someone with a flame, you have to live it to understand it. I've worked with some great artists since I've been here, but I already knew them and listened to them before collaborating with them. For me, you're a total discovery, and I think I understand what he taught me that day. What a slap !”

"Ah stop I'll end up blushing" Yuta smiles through his teeth, slightly embarrassed but proud of the words you've just said to him. 

"I mean it Yuta, you're a fucking star, I really see this collaboration as a privilege. You're incredible, plus being able to watch you all day, my god what a treat."  You realize you've totally forgotten yourself on that last sentence and widen your eyes. You stammer as you try to catch yourself, but you know it's already too late. Your words are already out and you have to accept it. You put your head in your hands as if to hide your shame. "Okay I've just made a fool of myself so please don't talk to me again and ignore me until tomorrow I'm running away when the doors open." the elevator ding rings, you run off at a run and you hear him calling you with an adorable laugh. 

Yuta: it's a pity you ran away, I'd have liked to take you out to dinner to thank you for your work. But if you show up again tomorrow, maybe we can plan it for tomorrow night? 

You bite your lip and feel all the more stupid for running off so quickly. This guy makes you feel like a teenage girl in front of her high school crush. You slap your forehead and curse yourself for your reaction. 

You decide to ignore the message and try to make up for it tomorrow.

You arrive at the studio slightly late, to make sure you're not alone with him. Everyone's already there, as you'd expected, and Yuta looks at you amused, seeing how you're avoiding any contact with him. You're definitely a funny girl. You avoid looking at him or talking to him all morning and finally Yuta asks to interrupt the session at midday for today. He asks to enjoy the city this afternoon, which nobody objects to. You get dressed quickly and get out before everyone else to avoid any awkward moments, so you take the stairs. In your haste, you haven't noticed that Yuta has followed you. He catches the door behind you, grabs your wrist and turns you over, pinning you against the wall. Why is he doing this? Part of you feels really excited by this action.  

"Yesterday you didn't give me time to answer you", he puts a hand on your hip and plunges his big dark eyes into yours, "I must say, I've never enjoyed going into the studio so much. Being able to spend my days looking at you and imagining all the things we could do if the others weren't there. That's what I like best about working with you.”

You didn't expect so much, but that's all it takes for you to jump down his throat. You think back to the fact that you've never used your vibrator as much as you have in the last 48 hours, since this guy came into your life. Your fantasy becomes reality: you're making out with Nakamoto Yuta on the stairs of your agency. He stops suddenly and puts his finger to his mouth to tell you to be quiet. He hears the last people leaving the floor by elevator. And lifts you up in one swift movement to carry you in his arms. 

"I'm flattered by such ardor, but I think a slight punishment is in order for the attitude I received yesterday and for no response to my message" his voice has become deeper and intimidating, bossy.

He sets you down on the studio chair and takes off your jacket. You look at him like a scared deer. God, you're so sexy with that innocent look, especially when he knows you're far from it. He senses your wild, depraved side. You're a sweet girl who can be the best slut if pushed. He'll know how to push you. He takes off your top and undoes his belt, "stretch your arms back." You obey and moan as he tightens the leather around your wrists. He moves back to the front and licks your bottom lip, the warmth of his breath driving you crazy. "Doesn't that hurt?" you shake your head to say you're ok. He finally kisses your mouth, then your jaw and finally your neck. "You realize this is my workplace" he raises his head as if annoyed by your words "it could have been my bed or yours, but for that you'd have to answer me of course. And please call me master for the rest of this time".

You close your eyes, the mere sound of his voice in your ears driving you crazy, but the end of that sentence sends a wave of shivers through your body. You clench around nothing. He watches your thighs close in search of friction. He smiles and moves down from your neck to your chest, pulling down your bra and gently licking your nipple, nibbling it and moving on to the next, massaging and licking it relentlessly, you try to remain discreet for fear of being overheard by someone in the corridor. A little moan comes from between your teeth as you feel his teeth against your nipple again. He continues his descent down your belly, following the trace of your navel. He unbuttons your jeans and discovers a tattoo on your hip. He looks at you astonished, "I never thought I'd discover so many treasures hidden here, you're full of surprises." You feel like a pampered goddess. He yanks off your jeans and caresses the edges of your panties, "may I?" You lean your head back, "please master". "hmm my good girl really understood quicly" he buries his head between your thighs and covers them with burning kisses.

He grabs the top of your panties and pulls to create pressure on your clitoris. He licks your core through the textile. You moan, needing more, wanting more. You've never felt such need, such desire for someone. He runs a finger over you to gently caress your folds, you feel you could explode. Then he suddenly stands up and kisses you. He in turn removes his top and jeans, without taking his eyes off you. You watch him, biting your lip, as you finally see his spear appear. He moves closer to you and puts his hand around your throat, "Do you want me?" "More than anything, Master" you answer in the most confident tone of your life. He grasps a part of your shadow, a darkness you could only show in the most secret, intimate setting. "Prove it to me" you don't lose contact with his gaze and you grasp his cock with your mouth with your arms still attached. You'd never been so nimble with just your mouth. But your desire was too strong. Your lips meet his tip and you see him close his eyes in pleasure. He feels himself going to heaven, how can you be so good just with your mouth. You deepen your thrust and achieve a deep throat that wrings a grunt of pleasure from him. You're still watching him, your eyes filling with tears from the lack of air and the sensation of his glans touching the back of your throat. But you don't let go, you wait after him, a sign, you can push your limits for him. "You can release, thank you sweetie" you gently pull up his long cock and finish with a kiss on his tip. "Anything you say master." He tilts his head to the side "how can you be so perfect, I think you're going to drive me completely insane." you smile proudly at his words. He's got you in the palm of his hand, but the feeling seems to be mutual and fills you with satisfaction.  

He lifts you up and slips his fingers between your legs, "my turn to satisfy you, I think."

You close your eyes and let him begin his dance. He gently caresses your inner thighs and slowly works his way up to your intimacy. He brushes against it and plays his fingertips over your folds, as if you were a piano keyboard whose keys must be touched with care. You moan with pleasure, this moment seems endless and the most exciting of your life. You don't think at all about the fact that you're naked in your workplace, tied up by a collaborating artist who's also naked, trying to get you into paradise. What a scandal if someone were to open that door right behind you. Whatever the moment, it was worth all the punishment it might bring.

Yuta never exerts any pressure; all you feel is a light caress, like a breeze on her intimacy, your clitoris particularly stimulated. You've never been caressed like this, either by a sexual partner or by yourself. It's an astonishing discovery; you didn't think that delicate friction could be more exciting than pressure or vibration. His ring finger passes over your now-soaked clitoris one last time. Then, with his two fingers, he pinches you, creating a friction. He watches you moan with pleasure and lose yourself in his neck. He grabs the tip of your chin with his free hand and looks into your eyes, searching for your climax. His gaze finishes you off, you feel the pleasure rise and rise inside you. He glances down and sees your thighs trembling, he knows "go on beauty, I can't wait to feel you dripping onto my fingers." That's all you needed, the wave of pleasure you've been waiting for all day finally sweeps through your body and lasts surprisingly longer than usual, lingering, exploding your heartbeat and leaving you breathless and powerless. Your legs wobble, Yuta catches you and lifts you into his arms.

"To much for you babygirl?". He unbuckles his belt to free your arms. Your head rests on his shoulder, you're already exhausted, this man is literally sucking the life out of you, and god, it's delicious. You need a moment to catch your breath and your spirits, during which time Yuta holds you in his arms in a rather comforting way. 

You finally lift your head and feel more determined than ever to exhaust your body with this man. He sees that animal gleam in your eyes, he knows what it means, you two aren't done yet. 

"Okay young lady, but if we're going for it I'm not here for joking, okay with you?"

"Same here, that's a deal."

You seem so full of confidence and self control, this attitude works like an aphrodisiac on him. 

You sit up astride him "I'm ready to ride my bull, master".

He plunges his eyes into yours and feels your ass before giving it a firm, dry spank. You let out a little cry of surprise, he starts again after another caress. "Be careful my angel, I'm in a turbulent mood."  You slide up and down his member. And finally after tilt your entrance, he inserts his tip into your hole. He stays there for a while, holding your hips up with no hands. He puts you to the test, you can't hold on any longer and sink completely onto him. He gives you a scolding look, as if to say you should have let him. He pushes into you a few times in a gentle way and then withdraws. He carries you to your feet, and you look up at him, questioning and desperate. He grabs your hair and turns you over. "I told you I was feeling wild. You should have let me.”

He pulls on your hair to arch you, your ass is now well exposed in front of his cock, he approaches your ear and whispers "safeword is butterfly, never hesitate to use it baby girl." You're really in a cheeky mood and reply in a provocative tone, "make me, push my bounds Nakamoto." He sneers and straightens up, still holding your hair in a firm grip. He grabs his belt lying on his side and caresses each of your buttocks with the leather. He raises his hand and lightly whips you a first time, you grit your teeth at the sensation, a pleasant pain. "I'm going to increase the force a little each time, I'll stop when you let me hear a moan of pleasure." You loosen your teeth to give him a "yes master". He starts caressing your ass again with the tip of his leather and whips you again, you love the sensation but the intensity isn't strong enough for you yet. You arch your back a little more, as if to ask for more. He smiles, you're about to become his favorite distraction. He repeats his gesture 5 times and then you finally let out a cry of pleasure. He's found it, the perfect intensity, the one that pinches but sends a wave of pleasure through you. He releases your hair and leans down to kiss each of your now red buttocks. "Good girl. Now let me enter again." He hasn't even finished his sentence when you feel him at the entrance of your pussy and he pushes in with a sharp thrust. "You seemed to be in a hurry earlier, I wouldn't keep you waiting any longer," each of his loins thrusts sends you into nirvana. He pushes faster and faster, harder and harder. And you feel your brain liquefy, he's taken total control over you, your body and above all your pleasure. You feel like a doll in his hands, he could make you do anything. Isn't that a bit the case already?

Each thrust of his hips gives you the feeling that he's going deeper and deeper inside you. This moment seems timeless. You've lost all track anyway. He stops to turn you over. You're not sure yourself, but you nod in agreement. "Good, I want to see you when you chase your next orgasm." he sits back in the chair you were in before and taps his thighs. "Come on, show me how you can bounce this hot booty on me.”

You don't know how you'll manage to stand on him with your legs barely supporting you, but you're dying to. You reach over and straddle him, put your arms around his neck and kiss him passionately. He responds with equal enthusiasm. You align yourself with him and feel him enter again. He fits you so well, as if you'd been a jewel box made for him. You hop up and down on him, causing your chest to bounce, Yuta can't take his eyes off it. "Your the sexiest collaborator I've ever had." You smile at his words, him telling you he thinks you're sexy makes you want to pick up the pace. And you do, you almost twerk on his lap, he'd dream of having a mirror on the opposite wall to see your ass bouncing with every move. You see in his eyes that there's a lot going on in his head and you'd like to know what he's thinking, what fantasies he's indulging in, what he'd dream of doing to you. You slow down, exhausted, your body starting to fail. He grabs your ass in his firm, veiny hands. "Don't worry love, I handle it" he winks at you. "You've been so good, you deserve some rest." 

What you take away from this moment when you've completely lost your mind is that you've never been fucked so hard and so well. You almost feel as if your soul has left your body, you blackout. You feel his hand grab your chin and lean in to kiss you. The touch of his lips, his breath on your skin, that's all you need, you feel a wave run through you again. And then you explode, calling out his name repeatedly, earning him a devastating smile. He feels your body vibrate against him and become fragile. He slows down his thrusts because he sees you can't take it anymore. You stay in his arms until you come to your senses, feeling his heartbeat. When you feel your mind is a little clearer, you straighten up and kneel before him. "My master hasn't finished yet, I must please you."

"How lovely from you" he caresses your cheek with his thumb. 

You catch yourself ardently at the task and suck Yuta as if he were a delicious ice cream melting in the sun. He places a hand on your head to accompany your rhythm, you increase the frequency. He moans softly, you send him into seventh heaven with your mouth and tongue, which you wrap around his stick "How do you do that?" You look at him with innocent eyes, which makes him grunt. He presses down on your head so the tip of his cock touches the back of your throat. He holds you like this for a moment, and you feel his cock pulsing in your mouth "I'm coming angel, I need to know where do u want it?" he releases his grip on your head. You straighten it a little but keep Yuta in your mouth and look at him as if to give him permission. He ejaculates in a second, letting out a big sigh of pleasure. When he's done, you release his cock and hold his gaze as you swallow hard. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you for a long time. He leans over you and lays you down on your clothes spread out on the floor. You stand there for a moment, kissing and cuddling.

"I think we should really get dressed and get out of here before someone open the door to this studio and this scene becomes awkward." he nods and kisses you on the head before standing up.

In the elevator, you look into each other's eyes without saying a word. He tops himself on a floor where his manager enters "still here Yuta? Thought you want to visit try something new in this city." 

"Oh I've already tried something new, and I think I adore it." He doesn't take his eyes off you, and you blush at his words. 

Several days go by and Yuta never leaves your apartment, arriving at the studio together in the morning and leaving together on the evening, enjoying each other’s company. 

The chemistry between you is obvious, and everything is quite fluid and straightforward. His obligations force him to return to Korea. You both knew it wouldn't last, but you feel a twinge of sadness when the day of his departure arrives. You've spent this last night together, like all the others, and now spend the day in your office. Yuta leaves in the afternoon for the airport. You join him for a last cigarette on the roof terrace. He looks at you in the sunlight, you lean against the fence and watch him. You're going to miss this guy. "Do you believe in love at first sight?” He smiles "I believe that sometimes something inexplicable happens instantly between two people. And if that's your question, well yes I think that's what happened to us a few days ago, in the men's room of this very place." You laugh. You like his answer, deep down it's the one you've been waiting for. 

You hug him one last time, thank each other for the work you've done and for this week, and wish him a safe journey. He teases you before leaving, "Don't ever work with another Japanese guy, I'll be offended". "I'll try my best, promise, see ya buddy." 

He winks at you "Till next time".

You laugh at those last words and let him go. 

You feel alone as he leaves. During that long week, he had taken up a lot of space in your life. When you wake up the next morning, it feels like a dream, like he was never really there. But when you get to the office, you receive a message.

"Well home, I got to admit I already miss you. But guess who's coming for the fashion week. Next time won't be long, I hope you'll find time in your schedule for ur japanese guy."

You couldn't have started your day any better: "I'll book all my days for u dear. Can't wait to see ya. By the way I miss u to. " 

"Wait for me beauty, I'll be back soon."

[akihabaradivision]

Division Battle Anthem+ (Otaku Corps & Oculus Ver.)

Bring the Beat!

[Keiko:]

Grown beyond the nest, I fly solo, no jest

Like Bulma's genius, I've passed every test

Mother's guidance? No longer the best

I'm the rising sun, outshining the west

Ash without Pikachu, I've started my quest

My intellect's sharp, no need to be pressed

In this anime of life, I'm not a side quest

I'm the hero, smarter, no longer oppressed!

[Nadya:]

The scientist they feared, intellect they couldn't mirror

Ousted from the group, their motives couldn't be clearer

Like a serpent in the grass, I've been lying in wait

Plotting my return, to seal their fate

They thought they could stop me, but my mind's too slick

Concocting a comeback, I'm ready to strike quick

With every experiment, my legend grows

Foolish spider, you chose the wrong foe!

— [All:] —

Rise up, gladiator!

Back off, wussy hater!

The Hypnosis Mic is mightier than the sword

The punchline decides winners and losers

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Adrenaline!

PUMP! PUMP! PUMP!

You have no choice, it's kill or get killed

Don't look back!

Welcome to the division

Welcome to the division (Oh yeah)

Welcome to the division

Hypnosis busting out this masterpiece!

Remember, don't look back!

[Criss:]

Call me Paradox, in the unknown I trust

Parents vanished, left a void, a must to adjust

In every shadow, every lore, I thrust

Seeking answers, in the paranormal I'm robust!

Through the veil of night, my quest unfurls

Chasing whispers of the otherworld

Otaku Corps, allies in the spectral twirl

Arcane's dance, our flag's proudly furled!

[Meari:]

I'm Bloody Mary, in 86's light!

Metal's my rally, my voice takes flight!

Preaching self-reliance, in the roaring crowd's sight

Life's a riff, so I'll play all fucking night!

From the stage I scream, "Be your own damn might,"

Living my dream, in the mosh pit's delight

No more shadows, I'm in the bright

Life's a concert, and I'm the fucking highlight!

— [All:] —

Rise up, gladiator!

Back off, wussy hater!

The Hypnosis Mic is mightier than the sword

The punchline decides winners and losers

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Adrenaline!

PUMP! PUMP! PUMP!

You have no choice, it's kill or get killed

Don't look back!

Welcome to the division

Welcome to the division (Oh yeah)

Welcome to the division

Hypnosis busting out this masterpiece!

Remember, don't look back!

[Nikki:]

Pixel queen, the real world's a snore

Life's a game, so I got the high score

Real's too small, in the digital I soar

In the land of code, my spirit's never sore

Battling dragons, while reality's a chore

I dodge the mundane, it's the fantasy I adore

From Zelda to Halo, my adventures pour

In this game of life, I always crave more

[Aika:]

Vivian Vixen, living life fast

Fuck the law, yeah, I'm breaking the past

Hit the party, got your thing in my hand

Sparks fly, got the whole place in a trance

Sippin', trippin', feelin' like a queen

Oculus, the baddest team on the scene

Fuck the haters, they just weaklings

Live it up, yeah, that's the only meaning!

[Keiko:]

You're the only one that I will not lose to!

[Criss:]

Prepare yourself for a hard lesson!

[Nadya:]

My lovelies, it's dinner time

[Meari:]

Victory is ours, and that's no question!

[Keiko:]

I'm ready for you!

[Nikki:]

Let's hurry and do this

[Criss:]

I won't hold back!

[Aika:]

How disappointing

[Nadya:]

Your end is near

[Nikki:]

I never lose!

[Meari:]

You're now departed!

[Aika:]

Let's get this started!

[Otaku Corps:]

Roar, my Hypnosis Mic!

[Oculus:]

Kneel down and beg for forgiveness!

— [All:] —

Rise up, Gladiator!

Back off, wussy hater!

The Hypnosis Mic is mightier than the sword

The punchline decides winners and losers

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Adrenaline!

PUMP! PUMP! PUMP!

You have no choice, it's kill or get killed

Don't look back!

We've got major beef, now we settle it

Roar, my Hypnosis Mic

Customized to reach your mind directly

Rhymes to stir up your brain fluids

We're the Trinity, it's showtime

We'll rock you with our vibes

Hypnosis busting out this masterpiece!

Remember, don't look back

It's kill or get killed

So don't look back!

[spaciebabie]

Its so strange watching you muse over how you'll act when drunk, thats such a "never drank before" thing to do 🤣 /lh

Just so you're aware, its a Thing where different alcohols can result in different types of drunk, you're not gonna feel the same from every drink. Like for example, whisky makes us crazy sleepy, its the chill drink, we're gonna end up dozing off on the couch after just one or two drinks, there is no energy or party from that shit. Wine (white) is our drink of choice and we're a mess on it, especially the strong stuff, we're a chatterbox and a weirdo on it and there's a brief window of time between the drink hitting us hard and the exhaustion hitting us hard where we dance a bunch and fall over a lot (the exhaustion isn't caused by the dancing, it'll happen either way and is completely inevitable). And vodka (our second choice in drinks, though still a definite favourite) makes us LOUD, we yell A LOT on that shit, whatever comes to mind, and we get pretty kooky on it, its the funnest drink for sure, if we're down to party (solo party with 30+ people in one body because we have no outside friends) vodka is the drink of choice for sure, the energy lasts the longest and the Vibes are great.

Similarly to this, different drinks get different hangovers. For us whisky has no hangover (mostly because we can't stay awake long enough to drink enough to cause a hangover), wine FUCKS us up and we feel pretty nauseous, and vodka makes us the endless void portal pit to another dimension where the residents demand food sacrifices and if the food stops coming they will start chopping heads, we eat EVERYTHING in our hangover munchie rampage, normally we cant eat unless we're craving the food but those munchies make us tear through everything in sight regardless of what it is, its an expensive disaster

Good luck finding out how you respond to various drinks, its gonna take a bit of experimentation and no it cant be done all in one night, that's a bad idea for sure

oh man! i did not know this. thank yall for the information :>

i definitely dont plan on going too hard on my first time dkjfdkfjdf im probably just gonna have a tasty wine and relax :]

[indecisive-v]

i like lore lets talk vtuber lore lets talk about nijisanji en's new wave haha (this will be like 90% looking at the hold it down / let's get it started lyrics)

so iluna is some magical fantasy school right?? full name iluna institute of mystics

xsoleil is looking like something similar, xsoleil institue of infinity

maybe they're rival schools?

---☆

there's the debut songs now that hold it down is out (holy shitgsvhshf meloco's voice) with their contrasting themes

Let's Get It Started:

We only got love, we don't make any enemies

Laughin' having fun everyday makin' memories

So let's hop up on the stage, and let's show them what we came for, and harmonize to this melody, oh yeah

iluna seems chill and fun, like they're kinda just screwing around, making the most of their time here, and inviting the listeners to come enjoy themselves too

the instrumental of the song itself feels like a party or celebration of sorts!

HOLD IT DOWN:

My heart is bleeding from the pain that I put my own self through

There's no need for introductions or greetings, it's old news

I'll admit it, I'll admit it, it was kind of scary

I had to bury all my demons like the mortuary

xsoleil seems more tense, but like an anime character getting power blasted through three buildings and they wipe the blood off their cheek and go "hah... now it's getting good" kind of tense

it's also worth a note that all the xsoleil wave members seem to be part of their school's student council while iluna's members seem to be average students, because...

Hooked top of my class

Hidden gems among treasures

Accumulated these plaques

We wrote a million letters

...they seem to be hard workers (or they do until you see that one doppio tweet about forgetting homework or ver procrastinating lmao), and it feels like they're priding themselves on it in this song

---☆

another thing; both songs seem to value teamwork...

(insert every line about being friends and having each other it's like half the song)

Together the more we get done

Quicker the outcome the sum

but for iluna, it's more of a three-legged race flavor of teamwork...

Don't ever feel lost, we have each other so we're good

while for xsoleil, it's follow the leader

Don't you worry about a thing

Come follow our lead now

xsoleil seems to also have a little more emphasis on being able to do things yourself

I'm solo

Ain't no secrets now

Been on my own

there's also the "nice to meet you" vs "no need for introductions"...

[It's nice to meet you], my dear friend

There's no need for introductions or greetings, it's old news

and the song titles themselves! Getting it started vs holding it down

---☆

putting it all together, it makes me feel like iluna's this fantastical mystical school of destiny hidden away where the students who end up there are magically pulled there in some way to be able to apply if they so choose bc the school just likes their vibes, while xsoleil is this high-stakes school that takes like, a wild shit fuck ton of effort and letters and scholarships and failed applications to get into, and both institutes are prestigious in their own right

---☆

remember the sillies about kyo being an isekai protagonist?

-> kyo kaneko is the anime protagonist at the cute wholesome school iluna and xsoleil is the cool edgy intimidating rival school of badasses that he has to confront with his friends

except...

i think he already won

[sweetdreamsjeff]

Reading Festival, Melody Maker Stage

Dave Simpson, Melody Maker, 3 September 1994

SO HERE I am, it's 12.15pm, the f***ing cab driver's turfed me out onto the street. I've got miles to walk to the flamin' festival and it's started to pour down. The last thing I need in my life right now is a bunch of Pearl Jam wannabes fronted by Ian Astbury's dustman, but, lo and behold, CANDLEBOX are here with their low-rent Marquee metal, guitar solos that seem to last several centuries and a "love song" that includes the words "f***in'" and "bullshit". No, really.

What quirk of fate or nature has brought these people together with us? Did they actually sit down and arrange to produce the most appalling, indulgent fret-wanking cover of 'Voodoo Chile' imaginable? "We are from Seattle, Washington," they chirp. In the real world, this gross display of geographical misfortune and mind-boggling cheesiness would be met with a firm "Get outta here" and a handful of shotguns, but this is not the real world. This is Reading. People clap more forcefully, they pogo harder, they do everything they can to do my bleedin' head in.

I need a break already but instead I get Andrew Mueller ranting on about the Chelsea result (while it lasts, mate, while it lasts). Oh and DIG, whose punky-spirited rock metal comes as a refreshing surprise after all the posturing of the previous act. Mueller, that is. Lordy, they've even got some Good Songs. Dig, that is. But hold on... those rousing chords, those earnest political lyrics, that walloping drumbeat. They've turned into Simple Minds! Which makes the fact that they have a "song about loving relationships" called, impeccably, "F*** You" all the more confusing.

Hardly anybody watches SCRAWL, probably cos they coincide with a rare burst of sunshine and the appearance of Whitesnake or somebody on the Main Stage. A shame, cos their delicate but punchy blend of Muses, Au Pairs, tight red mini-skirts and way, way soulful vocals is most palatable. Something's gotta give and JEFF BUCKLEY gives it loads. 'Grace' is much rawer than usual, 'Kangaroo' is simply lust-crazed. "When I first saw you" — he sounds almost disgusted with himself — "you had on blue jeans". He spits out the line as if blue jeans were the utmost in degradation. I swear the sky's turning red and molten electricity is swirling around our ears. And is that really Liz Fraser jumping up and down in the front row or am I finally succumbing to Festivalitis? I dunno, my hangover's turned into nervous exhaustion, someone's given me a strange pill and there's a champagne cork popping inside my stomach.

Now here come MORPHINE with their dark and haunting "lo-rock". Outside, the sun's shining and a girl has some kind of metal ring in her arse. But in here we're in a late-night bar. Orson Welles fronts an avant-jazz, two-string-bass Birthday Party, Sherlock Holmes sips quietly in a corner and the smells are of fast sex and slow Gauloises. 'Thursday' plagiarises 'TV Eye' (cool) and the melancholy vibe of 'Candy' suggests they've got more strings to their bow. If not their bass.

About now I fall asleep. I dream that THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS are onstage and that Carl Puttnam has left the floundering CUD and embarked on a solo career as a Las Vegas entertainer and is being taken seriously but I am dreaming. Aren't I?!

There's a delay before ECHOBELLY cos they've forgotten the chords to 'There Is A Light...' When they finally appear, there are two Echobellys. (That's just the echo — Sonics Ed) The first are great. They have a warm, charismatic singer and stirring, intelligent songs about drugs and abortions and ego. But the second, f***. Scrape away the veneer of the first and you get a hoary rock beast with interminable solos and boots on monitors and meetings with poets forsaken in favour of lunches with A&R men. Songs that could be written by Battle Of The Bands entrants from say, Derby, but seem destined for America and a vocalist like Toyah Wilcox on helium. They're muso but they can't play 'Bellyache'. They're popular but a section of the crowd thins. I wait patiently for the reappearance of the first Echobelly of the first four numbers. They never return.

Instead, Mark Eitzel of AMERICAN MUSIC CLUB gives the most committed performance of the festival. His songs are peppered with words like "phony" and "charade" and they cut through rock's pretensions like a knife through shit. The intensity of Eitzel's performance is remarkable. One minute he's all deadpan, the next joking with the crowd, the next hurling down his guitar lead and exiting the stage because some security guy looked at him funny. Psychiatrists call them mood swings; I call it the sincere temperament of a genius. 'Firefly' fizzes and crackles, 'Western Sky' is gorgeously poised and they do this odd punk song that could be Johnny Thunders. I could die listening to this group.

But here we are, light years away from the bad HM of the opening acts and listening to TINDERSTICKS: music played by men in suits which owes as much to old music hall, working men's clubs, Scott Walker and Jacques Brel as it does to rock music. Sadly, no 'City Sickness', no 'Marbles', but still I marvel at Stuart Staples' voice, which sounds like the last 10 per cent of all his syllables have been surgically removed, giving him an intoxicating, clipped croon. Of course, some of the time he does sound worryingly like Steve Wright's Pub Singer and has an awkward, hunchback posture that certainly wasn't the result of a childhood footballing injury, but what the heck. A new ballad called 'No More Affairs' (right!) is well storming and although they bore me by playing too long, they bore me with style...

Can I go to bed now?

© Dave Simpson, 1994