#typa girl by black pink

[bhaals-favorite-sorcerer]

Baldur’s Gate 3 Edit - Typa Girl

A fun little edit i put together of ALL the primary companions of Baldur's Gate 3, set to Typa Girl by Black Pink. Yes its kpop but its in English so check it out even if it isn't your thing. Trust me, if fits. This video includes romance and ending spoilers for all of them so lookout.

Listen to the lyrics, I made sure they all fit whoever is on screen at the time ;]

Tik tok took this down because of the audio so I am putting it here, so take a look, I'm proud of this one. :)

[desordenaste]

[umeoniii]

aot women during sex

pt 1: mikasa, hange, annie

!: fem bodied reader, hange uses she/her and is afab, cannabis in annie’s.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

mikasa: mika is definitely a sub. there's only few times where you'd see her otherwise. she's vocal but not super during sex. only allowing little hiccups and whimpers to escape her lips. she's also a crier, not like sobs but like tears streaming down her cheeks typa cry. she likes to have sex whenever you do, she doesn't really ask for it often bcs she gets nervous. you assure her that you like it when she's clear about what she wants, she still never asks either way. she likes to scissor or just eat you out vise versa. she tries to give but it doesn't always work out, she doesn't like always receiving so she suggests 69 a lot, so the both of you will experience pleasure.

★彡

you came home after a long days work of running errands, to be greeted with your girlfriend lying on the couch. she sat with her head buried into her hands. you put down your bags and come and sit yourself next to her "mika, baby what's wrong?" you pull up her chin. her glossy eyes look up.

“i tried something new today, didn't go so well." she said softly. you pulled her closer.

"what'd your try today 'hun?"

she buried her face back into her hands in an embarrassed manner.

you had no clue what she could've done that made her like this, mostly everything did but like she was so flustered it had to be something more.

“i said what'd you do today baby?"

she picked her head up with a small smile on her face, she cupped her hands and whispered to you.

"mhm, the other day, i was shoppin' online and i had saw somthin that caught my eye." she paused

“i know you're always busy n' stuff but i cant help that i have feelings too, so i bought it, but things just aren't the same." she said teary eyed.

"what are you tryna say, mikasa?" as you looked at her you couldn't help but notice how genuinely ashamed she looked. you already assumed what she was gonna sputter out, but you wanted her to say it for herself, she was a big girl after all, she can use her words.

"i bought a vibe n' a dildo." she said looking at her red fuzzy socks.

you weren't surprised she indulged in something like that, you actually had thought about it deeper, what she'd look like stuffin' her dildo into her pussy, whining trying not to let out anything louder than a small cry.

you looked back at her.

"so mikasa you masturbated, why are you all sad n' shit?"

she looks over at you shaky.

"because.."

"because what?"

“i didn't want the dildo or the vibrator." she said softly

"then why'd you buy it?"

you knew that's not at all what she meant, you were fucking with her. you wanted her to voice what she had actually wanted.

"no no i meant i didn't want the dildo or the vibrator cause..”

you turn your head towards you and mikasa’s calico cat, bunnie, rubbing against your leg. you rub his head with a soft smile.

"cause i want you to do it, not plastic or silicone, or whatever it's fuckin' made of." she mumbles

thats all you needed to hear.

"c’mere" you beckon her to sit on your lap, she sits herself down.

you look at her, your hands leading to her plush ass. you lean in to kiss your girlfriend. your lips sinking into eachother, pink tongues swirling around eachothers mouths. you work your hands up her shirt fondling her tits.

and squeezing her nipples until they're rock hard. you stop the kiss and look at her.

mikasa has always been such a cutie. her short black hair, silver eyes, and an ass that anyone couldnt help but stare at. though she was so tough and scary at times, she was still so scared to even ask her girlfriend to have sex.

"how'd it feel?" you ask her.

“it was okay, i like it better when you do it though."

she pulls off her cashmere sweater, the one her parents got her for christmas. how would they feel if they knew how quickly she was to take it off at a time like this? you notice she wasn't even wearing her bra under it, or panties. she was quick to pull off your shirt, and jeans. you helped by unclamping your bra and taking off your underwear. she pulled off your bra and threw it across the living room.

leaving the two of you in nothing but the matching necklace you two had bought for eachother on your anniversary.

as mikasa still sat on your lap you felt her wet pussy rubbing against your leg. she couldn't even help herself anymore as she rocked her hips and rode your knee. her slick wetting your thigh. her soft whines were like a never ending symphony, something you would never get tired of.

you picked your girlfriend up and lied her on her back, putting your head in between her legs, looking at her puffy clit and glimmering pussy. you start licking at her lips before she stops you.

"you know you don't always hafta’ do all the work.” she says softly

you hover your dripping cunt over hers and put her leg over your shoulders. you and her make eye contact for a second before she gives you a quick nod.

you start rolling your hips, your puffy clit and hers making continuous contact. the only sound in the room are those of mikasa's cries.

she starts grabbing at her breasts trying hard not to get louder than she wants to.

" 's okay baby, you can be louder." you assure her rubbing her flushed cheeks.

just as your wet bud bumped against hers you heard her sniffling, tears streaming down her cheeks as she whines.

"y/n oh my god." she gasps gripping the arm of the couch.

cream coated both your pussies as you continue grinding on your lover. you tried to stifle a moan as your girlfriend grabbed hold of your breasts. twisting and pinching your nipples.

as you hover over mika your necklace dangles over her head, casting a sun shaped shadow over her breasts.

you continue riding your girlfriend until you feel the sensation you get before your about to cum. so good it reminds you of what it feels like to finally sneeze after losing it many times.

"mika 'm bout to cum." you say softly looking at your raven haired girlfriend.

she moves a strand of her hair stuck to her hair from sweat. you continue rocking your hips as you feel your climax fall onto you. covering your mouth with one hand as you let out a quiet yelp.

your girlfriend continues to ride as your body trembles from overstimulation. as you look down on your girlfriend, vison blurry you watch as her breast bounced up and down. you admire your girlfriend as she cums.

gripping the couch, eyes tightly shut, mouth agape gasping for air. god, mikasa's adorable.

she covers her eyes with her arm.

whispering to herself

“the vibrator got me no where, that's why it didn't go well."

。

hange: mi favorita, love her. hmmmm. hange is a soft dom, not aggressive. everyone says this and i agree: she's up to trying new things. hange's the opposite of mikasa and is very vocal, a little too vocal. she moans, groans, whimpers, whines all of it. she grips things too. she's lowkey really aggressive twoards herself during sex. she loves giving, more than receiving. she literally doesn't care about positions. what she likes to do is eat her s/o out. it's the reason she lives and breathes. she likes it way more than grinding against her lover.

　　　　　　　　★彡

“fuck han, keep goin!" you moan pulling at your girlfriends hair. you were sitting on the sink of levi's bathroom. he would've been pissed if he knew why you and hange suddenly intruded his blabbing about vacation to use his bathroom.

so while hange was eating you out, the others all sat downstairs hopefully worrying about the vacation and not the long time you and hange were in the bathroom.

she pushed her glasses up to where they sat in her hair and pushed her index and middle fingers in you. causing you to almost scream. as soon as she heard that she got up and pulled you into a long steamy kiss in hopes you'd shut up. putting you into a trance. she continued fingering you, your cum and juices staining your skirt and the counter.

"mm, bouta' cum." you break the kiss. she kisses you cheek, then works her way down to your neck sucking on your sweet spot. you close your thighs and squeeze her arm.

"stop, they're gonna see it."

she looks at you with an irritated face.

"say a spider bit you." she continues

"he's not gonna believe that, he would never in a million years have a spider in his home." you whine.

she slaps your thigh.

"shut up."

cum soaks hange's fingers as you reach your climax, clenching around her fingers and rolling your eyes back. you set your head back onto the mirror behind you.

"all that whining and complainin' made me oh so aroused. say you'll help me out wouldia?" she smirks

"but we've been in here long enough!" you whisper scream

“i don't care, you did nothing but complain the whole time, if you don't wanna do something for me, then i'll just make sure they all see what we were really doing." she says with a straight face

did she really have no shame? you were scared coming in here because you already knew what she was going to do.

"fine.” you say in defeat sighing.

she sits on the sink as you get on your knees and pull down her pants and underwear.

her cunt glinted and dripped. she grabbed your head and forced you to start licking. it didn't take much to make her cum, especially considering what type timing you guys were on, that was already enough to fully arouse her.

you sucked on her hardened clit, and forced your two fingers in between her puffy folds.

"fuck, you're so good to me y/n.” she says looking down at you. you look up to meet the twinkle in her eyes as she said that.

you lick at her clit like a hungry puppy, rubbing your thumb on her tummy.

you rub her rigid g-spot more causing her to squirt all over your fingers, the mess getting all over levi's freshly mopped floors. she closes her legs and let out a shaky sigh.

you look up at her in horror, afraid of the mess you guys made in his bathroom.

"i told you it would be quick." she winked putting her glasses back on.

"what about the mess" you say scared, thinking of the possible consequences.

"we'll clean it, and let's just tell him it took long because we were snooping around upstairs and found something funny, k?" she says panting, staring at the ceiling.

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annie: annie is soft dom as well. she likes scissoring A LOT. as well as 69. she also likes when her s/o sits on her face. (i want annie so bad). she's a little vocal sometimes sayin "fuck" quietly but that's really it, it doesn't mean she's not enjoying it though. she cares about both her and her s/o's pleasure she likes giving though. she's the type to have sex high asf tbh with nothing but u on her mind.

　　　　　　　　★彡

after a long week, there's nothing like staying at your friend annie's house and getting high. it's one of the only things you look forward to anymore. she opens the door for you beckoning you to come to her room and sit on the bed.

you sit on her comfortable black sheets and pull out your roller and paper, rolling the blunt. lighting it then placing it in between your lips you inhale then exhale. the citrusy taste coating your throat and taste buds.

after a few more puffs you already feel like you're on cloud nine. you look over at your friend who was eating a whole strawberry shortcake. you let out a quiet snort.

"why do you have a whole cake?" you look at her.

"don't know, i've been craving cake for a while, so i picked one up earlier" you laugh, getting comfortable in her bed.

you look up to see her offering you a fork so you can both chow down on it. she licks the frosting off her fork.

“i bet you taste sweeter.” she whispers rubbing your thighs, looking up, earl sweatshirt playing in the backround.

you look over at her, snatching the blunt from her, straddling her lap.

she looks up at you with a lazy smirk.

she slides her hands under your shirt still maintaining eye contact.

she cups your breasts under your shirt.

you bite your lips trying to stifle your moan.

she gets closer to your face, lips parted and meets your lips with a steamy kiss. the taste of cannabis lingering in the kiss. she squeezes your breasts even harder. you let out a breathy moan into the kiss.

she lies her head back onto the head board with you still on her lap, "want you on my face.” she whispers looking at the ceiling gripping your hips.

you push her down to where she's laying on her back then she pulls your shorts and panties off hungrily.

you hover your wet pussy over her mouth, she grabs your thighs and pulls you down on her face. you ride her face and nose as she laps at your cunt.

as you ride her face you move your hands down to her sweatpants, sliding your hands down her underwear. fingering her soaked pussy.

she moans into your cunt, her nails digging into your thighs.

you move your fingers up, rubbing at her hard clit, she closes her legs softly and starts shoving her tongue into your hole.

"annie feels... good." you moan, ruffling her hair.

she looks up at you her eyes red, still the blue stands out.

saliva running down the side of her cheeks and neck. her nose and your puffy clit creating friction.

"fuck, y/n”, she groans into your pussy

your thighs squeeze her head from the sudden vibrations it created throughout you.

as you slipped your fingers back into her you felt her clench around you, then you felt your finger get warmer and wetter. you look down at annie seeing her eyes shut tight.

you put the blunt back in your mouth in hopes to keep quiet, you didn't want her neighbors to complain, she continues eating you out.

it reminded you of the cake, how aggressively and fast she ate it, you felt she did it to provoke you, she got what she wanted.

you knock the blunt and put it in the crystal ashtray on her night table, as you cum all over annie's face. whimpering her name softly.

she slurps and licks up every last bit of it as she squeezes you thighs. she moves her head back to where her mouth is free.

" 's was sweeter than the cake." she whispers looking towards the cake

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　　　　‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

a/n: i have revised and deleted this over and over bcs tumblr was messin my stuff up, but i hope u guys enjoy, also hange’s is mad short bcs my blog basically belongs to her ( ˊ̱˂˃ˋ̱ ) . also requests are open!!

[lollipopliccer]

𝔄 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔱 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 ❦

❦ warning lollipop chaos ahead! proceed with caution… ❦ light angst , happy ending , ex getō suguru , tattoo artist suguru , set in a tattoo parlour , soft dom geto , praise , cunnilingus , masochism , light sadism & impact play , ig semi public and i guessss office sex

the descriptions of this tattoo experience is not accurate, i dunno shit abt tattoos (even tho i rlly wanna get one). so don't bite my fucking dick off with the technicalities! lets just b happy that i acc posted this hehehe

word count ; 5k ish

black fem reader (still all can read)

lollipopliccer’s love letter ❦ … hiiiii lollipops 🪷 i just wanted to say thank u sm for the love on my debut fic i rlly appreciated it. i’m rlly excited for y’all to read this new one EEEEE. this one was also long as helllll (¬_¬), shit has just been ridiculous in my life rn so sorry abt the delay, i don’t even know y it took me this long just to write 5k ugh anywayyy. i’m excited, cus i always eat up geto tattoo artist head-cannons, mmmm they’re just so mm mm mm tasty. anyway this is my first time writing some angst, i usually stay clear away from any typa angst, i’ve already got enough of that in my life plss haahaa, i don’t even know what possessed me to dip my toe in it, but don’t worry it’s very light. okayy enough of the babble, pls enjoy my fic, and i’d appreciate all ur interaction, reposts, comments, feedback blah blah… mwah mwah mwah ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎°｡⋆♡‧₊˚

'i'm so excitteedddd' you squeal, as your best friend nobara parks her car, beside the tattoo parlor. you both had been planning your tattoos together for a few weeks now settling on the most beautiful matching heart design on both your bikini lines, whilst individually having unique patterns going through the (tatted) hearts.

"you better not fucking scream when you're actually under the gun" nobara chastises laughing.

"fuck you bitch, you already know i'm bad like that, not even gonna flinch" you taunt, as you both get out of her car.

you decided on wearing a fitted, short black dress, that accentuated your curves and hips but would also be easily manoeuvrable for your tattoo placement. shoko Ieiri your tattoo artist made sure you were comfortable with your design and placement.

underneath your dress, you wore bikini bottoms with side ties, for the same reasons as the dress - paired with some white trainers with pink embellishments. you complete your outfit with jewellery. including your pandora bracelet with silver and pink charms, a necklace, and stud earrings.

you both walk into the parlour, it's decorated all over its dark blue walls with a myriad of paintings, sketches, and different artworks. nobara leads you to the front desk as she had booked the appointment. you're greeted by a raven-haired girl with a short pixie cut.

"hey, are you guys here for your appointment?" she asks, as you notice her name tag- 'maki', and her tattoos and scars peeking through her top.

"yeah, um we had an appointment for 6:30 pm" nobara states, you can see her start to blush at maki.

"cool, yeah i'll check that out for you, umm..." maki responds

nobara so obviously interested in maki, decides to flirt, while you absent-mindedly look at the artwork placed across the shop. it's truly captivating, the deep dark hues and colours, so beautifully drawn, depicting what you could only describe as demons. they were more abstract than the stereotypical depiction, but these works somehow gave more meaning and conveyed more torment.

"so how long have you been working here, maki right?" nobara asks

"yeah, i started some months ago."

"that's cool, i love your tats”

“thank you, i um did some of em myself, nobara right?” maki responds getting nobara’s name from the booked appointment slot

“yeah…” nobara smiles shyly

“…are those your sketches up there? nobara asks, pointing to one of the sketches you've been staring at, there's a familiarity to the work displayed. but you can't put your finger on it.

"no um that's actually from another tattoo artist's, geto." maki answers.

you almost freeze, just from the mention of his name "who?!"

"uhh geto suguru, he owns the place, his artwork is all over these walls" maki responds to you.

a shiver runs up your spine "oh..."

"on that note, i'm sorry for the inconvenience girls, but shoko, your tattooist she had to take our other colleague gojo to the hospital- broke his arm doing some dumb shit. so she won't be able to actually give you your tattoo’s today, however we're able to swap her in for geto suguru, he just got back into town and is just as talented"

"shit" nobara turns to you, already knowing the issue from just his name alone, "yn i had no idea omg, i should've checked better, we can leave"

"nah there'll be no need for that, right yn?" you hear his voice. his silky deep voice, it always had that raspy quality that made your knees go weak. another shiver runs down your spine. you whip around.

"why tf are you here?" you sneer.

"uhh i work here…" he answers deadpan.

you turn back around, after giving him a lethal sneer, "hey um maki is there any other artist today?"

"no, i'm sorry, everyone else is booked." she apologises

"and anyway, it'll be a hassle for you guys if you were to reschedule," geto states

you simply stare at nobara refusing to even glance at him.

"come on yn" geto insists gently, leaning closer to you. your back to him. your name on his lips has you reeling, how softly he calls to you, like no other.

nobara waits for what you want to do, and if you're comfortable being tattooed by your ex in such an intimate area?

"let's get this done", you tell nobara, you turn around to face geto who has that enticing smirk.

as you follow him to his workspace, nobara hangs back reassured that you're comfortable being with your ex. you get the chance to truly take him in since last you saw him. his tattoo’s have grown, as he's painted a whole-sleeved dragon across his left arm, slithering out of his tight-fitted black t. your eyes roam all over his body, soaking in his confident stride, his height, taller than you remember. the way he ties part of his black, luscious hair in the bun is similar but different from the way you remember, leaving the rest of his hair to hang past his shoulders. but his right-hand tattoo is as you remember. a rose’s stem covered in thorns, wrapped around his hand, you can't help but still have your heart swell from that.

as he opens the door for you, you strut past him in silence, he of course responds with an eye roll to your petulance. his workspace is decorated with more of his works, some unfinished, yet so mesmerising you can't look away from them, they seem to depict a greater depth, too intimate for the outer world. the deep hues of dark royal blues, blacks, and green meld together, casting an otherworldly aura. the demons here have this eerie elegance, their features subtly tormenting, evoking such sorrows.

"if you're not comfortable with me tattooing you, we don't have to, i will let you reschedule free of charge-" "i know." you state, without hesitation. and with that, the silence returns as geto smiles slightly, he then grabs his equipment, lining them up, his needle gun, ink, etc.

"why did you insist on me not rescheduling then?" you taunt

"i wouldn't say i instisted" geto defends.

"mmm really? cus i'd even say you implored" you smirk. seeing you smile… he wonders how he could’ve forgotten how magnetic it is.

"i just wanted to see you…”

a pause.

"you broke up with me." you interrupt coldly, both of you are reminded of your separation...

… you begged him to stay. the pain you felt completely consumed you, leaving you empty…

geto holds your gaze. your eyes filled with anger, but also longing. you try to conceal your feelings by turning around.

"yn..." he calls out to you, but you ignore him, seemingly too entranced by a random splotch on the wall, while trying to hold it all in "...yn look at me", geto approached.

you turned around slowly. almost stubbornly, you made sure to look him in his eyes, those deep dark orbs that never failed to suck you into a world of intensity and sensitivity. you both hold each other's gaze, so much said between each other, longing, and regret.

"i am sorry yn, i-" in his attempt to express his apology, you immediately stride past to sit on the tattoo bed, too overwhelmed.

"-right so like from a scale of 1-10, 10 being i'm gonna need to b fucking sedated, how painful is this tat going to be" you ramble, trying to divert the conversation.

you ignore his sigh, as he walks to his chair. he then chooses to focus on preparing his equipment, sterilising them, all that shit. "the tattoo shouldn't be that painful, especially as you requested numbing cream."

"cool" you respond curtly, you follow his actions on focusing on the task at hand, and lift up the side of your dress, to expose the side you were getting tatted on.

when geto looks back he sees your pink bikini bottoms with string ties, he looks away trying to keep his composure "just want you to give me an idea where you want your heart and thorns”.

you clear your throat a little, to try and calm your nerves, “um just around here, i trust your um artistic inclinations. have some freedom with it, i know its kinda simple but i um- the thorns i want them to wrap around, please.”

“of course, yn”

geto trying his best to make this experience as comfortable as possible begins applying the numbing cream. he looks you in your eyes, to see if there were any remaining apprehensions, finding none, the gun comes to life.

“you tell me how you’re feeling throughout this process, if anything feels off with what i am doing, you tell me, do you understand?” geto instructs, his firmness, and apprehension to cause you any unnecessary harm stirs things in you. things you’ve tried repressing, tried to move on from, evidently unsuccessfully.

you nod in response adding a “yes”. and so begins the process, as geto brings needle to skin, his art begins to mark you. the initial twitch of pain you feel is subdued by the numbing cream generously applied. although you can’t help the slight yelp that falls from your lips, which geto catches onto and immediately soothes “shhh it’s okay, the cream will kick in soon won’t feel a thing hun”. his words soothe you, as they always used to, leading you to simply whimper in slight pain. you can’t help but look at him, at how he’s completely focused on your brown skin, that he marks by his hands.

…

as the hours go on, you slowly see geto’s work, his art come together, the red hues of the heart mixing together with slight pinks but also contrasted shades of black, to provide it with such depth, teasing the later depictions of darkness the thorns will add. you are in complete awe of this man, of his work, as you watch him work completely zoned in, despite any dull pain mumbling under the numbing cream.

as your focus lays on him- memories, old feelings of pain, sadness, and confusion begin to bubble again, and you blurt…

“why did you leave?”

a pause…

followed by silence… your demand for answers hanging over you both, while he still remains focused on your tattoo, you remain waiting. you know he heard you.

“i found myself in darkness again, yn, but that time it was even more challenging.. my hallucinations, my night terrors all came back, i was in it deep…” he pauses trying to find his words, and you give him that space “… i knew you were there for me, holding me when i woke up screaming. you stood by me…” he paused

“…however i couldn’t let you do that, i couldn’t bring you there with me. not when i couldn’t wear a heartfelt smile in this world. i needed to find myself again, my purpose. and i know the way i left you, was cold, and confusing, and i am truly sorry, but i had to do it for myself.” as you listen attentively, watching him intently, he slowly gazes at you, pausing his work. your eyes meet with such intensity, such ache, and you start welling up, finally understanding everything, no longer being left with nothing but a cold departure.

“i’m sorry- m’so- ‘m so so sorry geto” tears cascade down your face, geto is quick to wipe them away, softly holding your precious face.

“sshh, ssh baby, don’t be silly mmm, you did nothing wrong, and i’ve been doing better. so much better. finding new channels to express how i feel, what i see.” referring to the intricate art that decorated his walls.

you sniffle, you feel so guilty and ashamed, for the resentment you harboured against him when he was out there trying to fight his way out of such a dark mental space. “they’re beautiful.” you sniffle

“not a day goes by that i don’t think about you, that i don’t regret the way i left. i would’ve come back but i thought you would move on...”

“i didn’t.” you respond

“neither did i.”

with your admissions to one another, a comforting silence fell, filling the room with sweet serenity, and you both found yourselves tethered together once again, holding each other’s gaze, filled with yearning.

you were the first to break, averting your gaze, feeling like it was the first time meeting, how your butterflies bloomed and fluttered, riddled with carnal hunger for him. the paradox of your feelings for him always consumed you, almost driving you mad, only geto could set you so ablaze.

the needle resumed its course, mechanically piercing your skin. both your attentions returned to their original positions.

the only difference being the shift in the atmosphere, the reignition of your feelings for one another, but this time at a tenfold from the time spent apart, wanting no other.

“ahh it’s getting a little sore geto” you whine in slight pain

“sorry yn, we’re moving onto the thorns now, we’ll soon be done, why don’t you take a look at it for me, tell if you don’t like anything?”

as he wipes over the completed heart, filled with colours and dimensions, so deep and beautiful, truly depicting more than you could imagine, it’s medium-sized maintaining a slight cuteness to the art, but still depicts chaos within, which geto clearly understood about you, and so was best to depict it.

“i love it.” you squeal, looking into his eyes, as he looks for reassurance from you. his vibrant smile brightens his face, you hadn’t seen it in so long, and it warmed you.

“good, we’re going to move to the thorns, wrapped down your thigh, why don’t you tell me about your choice of thrones?” geto asked so he could understand your thought process behind the tattoo.

you were apprehensive to reveal your thorns, largely from a place of embarrassment. you didn’t want to show how much he had affected you, and still did, but you did not want to lie to him especially after, he revealed himself so intimately to you.

the thorns, um, i got them from you…” geto halts at this, looking at you in slight confusion “they stemmed from me just wanting to have a piece of you still with me, something that i remembered, that reminded me of you… the thorns, the ones you have on your rose.” in explaining, you feel bold enough to touch the inked rose on his right hand, grazing your fingers over the thorns

suguru can hardly conceal his feelings. “i missed you.” geto states. his dark, sleek eyes told you how he burned for you.

“i missed you too suguru.” you whisper. your feelings flood your body, making you tingly- his intensity holds you in place. you’re both focussed on one another, suguru begins to smile feeling the warmth of your fingers touching him so delicately.

"lets continue your tattoo, i don't wanna fuck it up" suguru states, slowly bringing his hand away from your touch, even though he wanted nothing more than to let you touch him all over. to feel how those pretty acrylics, decorated in bows and charms along his skin, but he didn't want to mess this up, he wanted to tattoo you perfectly.

"okay" you respond, almost dissapointedly. wanting to feel him under your fingertips. you'd settle for now to feel his hands on your thighs, holding them to get his angles right, you were beginning to realise that you wanted more than just to stroke his hand. you want him to mark you all over, with more than just his needle gun.

"you've gotta try and stay still for me yn, i know it hurts, but it'll be over soon" suguru soothed, as his eyes narrowed around the curves of your thighs, the way they flexed and trembled slightly as you whimpered due to the numbed pain.

"okay... can i hold onto you?" you ask. he responds with a nod. you grip his arm, wanting to feel tethered- you don't remember him being so well-built, his biceps feel thick and powerful, almost hard to the touch as he flexes per his movements.

...

you're now a few hours into the tattoo, suguru’s taking his time, to add such beautiful details. the tension between the two of you is palpable, but the air is no longer filled with animosity, but rather intimacy. knowing you though, and how impatient you are suguru already sees it coming when you-

"sug i'm fucking borreeddd" the numbing cream obviously doing its job to reduce the pain to something dismissible, suguru chuckles finding your impatience so familial and adorable.

"it's barely been two hours" suguru forever sassy, remarks, rolling his eyes at ur moodiness. "now stay still, you're messin up my work." suguru states, you huff and bite your tongue, as you don’t want to fuck up his flow, you already know he works best when he’s zoned-in on a task.

you decide to catch up with him, your curiosity building, you've both missed so much from each other's lives. "i like your parlour. i would've bet money you'd turn your art into tattoos, you were too talented to let your art hide in your sketches"

suguru smiles again, "yeah? it was either this or burning down the town", he jokes and makes you both laugh, due to the absurdity. however, you both knew, there was some truth to it, which honestly added to your laughs

"right, of course committing arson, and potential mass murder is an obvious alternative." you sarcastically quip

"what you don't agree, i know you're not much better at keeping your chaos in check," he teases, his eyes locking onto yours.

you feel yourself flush, feeling seen- so you try staying on track to your original plan to catch up with him, "when did you open this place?"

"well actually gojo was the one who invested in my passion"

"that's so sweet"

"yeah, he's a fucking asshole, always all up in my business," he remarks, with a small smile, feigning annoyance. you can feel the fondness behind his words.

you notice how suguru smiles, how he teases, just like he used to, & still has that assertive and confident allure to him, that natural dominance and assuredness in himself, that he almost lost. your conversation with one another continued, bantering off one another. you make each other laugh and snicker and your heart can’t help but swell.

...

your feelings for him set aflame once again. this time with a ferocity you could barely contain. only heightened by the dull pain that he controlled with his needle, marking you so prettily. the assured control suguru had over your body was so seductive, it made places other than your tatted thigh, start to ache, start to ache so badly.

finally, geto lays the finishing touches on your tattoo, clearing up the intricate lines, adding shadings and highlights, and then wiping over the tattoo.

"okay, it's done. you can go check it in the mirror, let me know if you hate it." geto keeping his gaze low somewhat anxious to see your reaction.

as you approach the full-body mirror attached to the opposite wall, you couldn't possibly understand his apprehension because when you lay eyes on your tattoo, you are completely awestruck. you fall completely in love with his markings, the way the thorns pierce through the heart and sliver down your left hip, and thigh, wrapping them gorgeously.

you are lost for words, your lips part with a gasp, and when you bring your eyes up onto suguru through the mirror, you see how he watches you. following from your thighs decorated in his work, marking your body so seductively. then he focuses on how your dress is bunched up on those hips, those hips he’s held, and soothed over for hours today, but his mind wanders... reminiscing about all those times he used to handle and caress all over your plump thighs. how he would mould your body any way he pleased.

he watched as you held the undone ties of your pretty bikini bottoms, it made him salivate. his eyes cast over your dress- the way it hugged your body so exquisitely, propping up your boobs so prettily. the way your butt peaks out of the bunched-up dress, and how your breathing picked up, flustered from his heated gaze.

"i love it sug." you whisper softly.

"yeah?" he smirks. growing bolder, he walks up to you, and you don’t dare avert your eyes from his, through the mirror. you love the way his top hugs his thick muscular shoulders. his broad upper back being so beautifully emphasised, and how his sculpted chest has his nipple piercings teasing through his top. you salivate at his slim waist. ugh he's such a slut. you love the way his body is perfectly decorated in his art, marking his skin; and adorning his arms, and his neck, which is wrapped with a chain, you remember gifting him.

when he reaches you, he has to crouch down, flexing his strong thighs and calves hidden under his baggy bottoms, but you still have to look up at him to maintain eye contact, which he demands with his own. suguru holds the bottom of your thigh just under where the tattoo ends.

"how does it feel?" he whispers into your ear, his sharp gaze still honed on you

you whimper faintly because of the dull sting and ache from the tat

"a little sore sug, but it feels good, i really like it." you say softly while you lean into him, wanting to be wrapped in his body, his warmth.

he smiles at your admission "that's good yn, i'm going to wrap it up now, don't want it getting infected." you love the way he says your name, the way he purrs, your name rolls off his tongue so tenderly.

as he wraps the tattoo you wince, he immediately soothes you, "i've got you baby, it's okay." your body relaxes in response. your eyes never leave each other. as the tension shifts you feel enthralled, wanting him to touch you all over.

"yn, do you want me to play with you?" suguru asks, having that condescending tone that never failed to make you falter. you almost shy away, but he holds your face, bringing his hand up under your chin, his fingers grip your cheeks slightly, making you look directly at him “i want to play with you, i want to help you forgive me baby...” he whispers into your ear. your breath becoming more uneven and flustered from his proximity, that you can practically taste his aroma, how he mixes his scents of minty, smoky notes and cinnamon, woody undertones - it intoxicates you.

“…do you want me to?”

geto waits for your response, not daring to touch you the way he wants, without knowing you’re aching for it. and you want nothing more than that, for him to take care of you how he once did, oh how you wanted to see if he still remembered how to make you cum so blissfully. you nod giving out a soft “please”.

suguru kisses the side of your head, sprinkling kisses down your face making you giggle and fawn, till he reaches your neck and you lose your breath. geto finds the sensitive parts on your neck, making you feel so tingly, it's almost ticklish. you almost forgot how much you loved when suguru kissed and licked across your neck, how he would bite and suckle, leaving you all marked up just how he liked. god he’d go fucking crazy for it too. to hear you whine and pant below him as he licked and sucked. it sent tingles all over your body, straight to your clit. you shuddered under him, leaning onto him- to give him better access to mark you. slowly he grips your hips grinding his bulge into you, he even bends you forward a little so that you can feel him, how hard he is for you- humping into you over your clothed body.

geto held you at an angle arched while both of you stood in front of the mirror so that he could have you grind right back onto his dick that was growing so achingly hard for you. the way he moved your bodies together was so disgustingly sensual, you had to look away moaning as you felt his clothed dick thrust into you, giving you that sensation you so craved. you were whining, you felt so depraved like you hadn’t been touched like this in so long- you just wanted him to rip you the fuck open.

“mmm nah baby look at yourself in the mirror…” he demanded, to which you stubbornly ignored, forcing suguru to grab your face so that you could look at how pathetically you had come undone for him, just from his dry humping. “… i said fucking look at yourself, mmm? you lost your manners baby?” he teases knowing exactly how to fix your attitude. he ends his command by giving your thigh (without the tattoo) a firm slap, making you cry out, you quickly try stifling it, remembering you’re still in his fucking workspace.

“you’re so mean” you whine and pout up at him, which makes him chuckle at you, his smirk unfurling so lewdly.

“i’m going to make it up to you mmm? you’ll let me make you feel good baby? gotta apologise for making my baby upset.” the way he talks to you feigning that concern, his fucking tone, makes you feel weak, and pliant for him. as you move your legs a little wider, and let go of your tied bikini bottoms so they hang down barely concealing a thing. geto watches how strings of your arousal are built up, clinging onto your pretty bottoms. showing him just how wet you are for him and you push your butt into him even more, nodding your head in invitation for him to remedy all the mess he’s made.

as suguru brings his rose-covered hand down to your aching pussy ready to soothe it. once he touches her, feeling your glistening folds, he hisses as his eyes glaze over, and lower so seductively. you see the way his hand flexes and his veins protrude. his long, adept fingers dip further, caressing and rubbing against your hard little clit. he can feel it pulse for him, making you whine as suguru increases the pressure of his fingers on your clit. circling around your throbbing bundle of nerves. his fingers collect the slick past your lips, down to your spasming, weeping hole, and brings them back to your needy nub.

his tight circles, pet your pretty clit so well, turning you into a mewling mess, you can’t help but move against and around his fingers, acting so bratty- but suguru couldn't give a shit, he'll mould you right where he needs you again holding you by your neck and continuing his strokes on that clit regardless of how you whine.

"sug- aaa-" such a petulant whine leaves your supple lips, begging for him to go further into your leaking hole, you needed him to be inside you, having your pussy drool on his pretty, tatted fingers.

"i know baby, you need it don't you? you need me to fuck you open mmm?" suguru whispers in your ear, kissing the outside of your earlobe so delicately, while saying such filthy things. you look at him through the mirror nodding your head so pathetically, and why would he deny you, his baby? nah never...

suguru brings his finger back down to your desperate hole. he eases around your pussy going around the edges of her, only dipping the tip of his finger. you can't take his teasing-

"sugu! stop teasin-" suguru immediately interrupts, plunging his fingers into you, making you gasp. he slipped into your soppy pussy giving off that mind-numbing squelching sound, having your pussy suck his fingers in so snuggly, has you moaning wantonly. the way suguru’s digits fill you, he’s able to add a finger, scissoring two fingers into your weeping cunt, the way he pushes in and curls his fingers to rub against your plush walls it has you mewling. as you feel him find and rub against that spot, that perfect spongey spot so easily, your eyes roll back. suguru was losing his mind, he rasped a soft moan right into your ear, he loved watching you buck on his fingers, the way you moaned and struggled to take him, it made him itch and drool to have you.

his fingers in your pussy stroking and pumping into your soft, wet pussy. his hand around your neck holding your face up to keep your eyes on everything he was doing. his deep, velvety voice right by your ear, whispering, and moaning sweet nothings. you were losing your fucking mind, you almost couldn't handle it.

"aaa- nngg, sug- sug!," you moaned shamelessly "f-ohfuck i can't-"

"sshh baby, tf you think you're doing mmm, whining like that in my office?" suguru whispers chastising you. your eyes look up at him, and the way you looked so doe-eyed, so pathetic- barely able to hold in your moans, gripped him.

"you struggling to take it for me baby, want me stop?" geto taunts, but you instantly shake your head needing him all over you.

“no please don’t stop sug”

"you can take what i give you princess?"

"i need you uhahh" you wanted him to have you however he pleased.

the way he moves has you humping and panting, you wine on him trying to get some friction against your slutty little cunt.

your moans grow louder and the pitch of your whines grow higher- you suck on your pretty fingers to try and get yourself quiet, your eyes glazing over as you watch suguru fuck you so good with his fingers and his hard bulge pushing up into you. the way he licks and bites all over your neck leaving a trail of his marks. suguru still never averts his dark eyes from yours. the purple glints in his eyes kind of sparkle in your head. all of it is bringing you right to the edge. your eyes roll back, your thighs shake, your knees buckle from the pleasure. so pliant and easy for him to manoeuvre you so he can hold you up and fuck you in just the right angles he needs, that he demands.

“fuckfuckfuc- aahh ohhhh sugie. daddy oh mmynghh” you whine and cry, your head lolling onto his shoulder.

right on the precipice of your orgasm, suguru watches how you get so close to cumming, he’s fucking salivating seeing how you become so undone, how you’ve gone fucking dumb on just his fingers, he can’t help but moan and groan right with you.

“mmm mmfuck, mine. mine.” he purrs, licking all up on you

but all too soon, it comes to a halt, and your orgasm gets snatched away from you. suguru wickedly decides to take his fingers out of you. you almost cry

“wha- no suguru fuck no don’t stop, mmmmnoo” you whine so pathetically gripping his arm, it’s fucking laughable trying to keep his fingers right where you needed them, gripping his sculpted arms so hard. your hands… the size difference makes him smile. no not smile, he’s fucking smirking. that little shit.

“fuck you, SUG HMPH!” you practically stomp your feet, pushing him away as you’re about to walk away, but of course suguru grips you against him, pulling you back so close, you are still as stubborn as ever refusing to look at him, while you’re face to face, which makes him snicker. he isn’t having any of that bullshit tho, he grabs your chin and cheeks squeezing as a warning. he pulls your face up to him again and kisses you on your forehead, the side of your head, and your cheek, and then he ghosts his plump, nude lips over your lips.

“if i decide you don’t get to cum on my fingers, you won’t. i don’t fucking care how close you are.” suguru states, locking his eyes with yours so intensely, while his lips and breath feel so close to your own, you almost feel faint. you want nothing more than for him to just kiss you, you want to feel his lips again, oh how you miss how soft they were, how you loved the taste of his mouth, the taste of the mint with his own unique feel.

suguru’s eyes flutter down to look at your lips so lushly plump and glossed he can’t help but lick his lips. he wants nothing more than to mess up your brown and pink lip combo. to bite, suck and lick all over you.

“tell me you understand.”

“i understand daddy, m’sorry i threw a tantrum, i just wanted to cum on your fingers so bad-”

suguru smiles feeling fucking delighted from your admission

“-can you please kiss me, i promise i’ll behave sugie” you whisper almost whining at the end, you rub your thighs together feeling how you made such a mess for him, as your slick trickles down your thighs.

suguru feeling so pleased with you, groans into your mouth, once your lips touch. he almost forgot how much he missed this. how much he missed you, your lips, those soft lips that melted against his. he loved the way you gasped and whined from your slow kiss, so sensual and intimate. but he knew you were such an impatient brat, his impatient princess.

demanding more, you lace your hands into his hair. you adored his long, luscious hair so much, (that you remember countless times joking about shaving it off at night and turning it into a wig. those playful moments would always have you both bickering and laughing together. it makes your heart swell remembering this).

you begged for more by stroking and tugging at the nape of his hair, making his body tingle, as suguru moaned into your kiss. he licked on your lips to get you to open up for him. he loves the way you whine and moan from frustration and neediness while running your fingers through his hair, it made him lose his fucking mind, so, of course, he had to express that by nipping at your bottom lip. his bite made you whimper and grind up against him but it wasn’t enough. you needed more. you wanted more. but suguru leads the kiss to hold that slow, deep and sensual pace, having your tongues dance together, lick against each other unhurried. which was mind-blowing but also so frustrating you wanted to just devour him, you couldn't get enough.

you moaned into his mouth as suguru sucked on your bottom lip, and then went back to your tongue, licking against each other. he spat in your mouth briefly separating your mouths from one another, and immediately resuming the kiss. at this, you snapped. whining wantonly, you gripped onto him and stubbornly clambered onto him so your legs wrapped around his waist. suguru was easily able to carry you. you were determined to make him fuck you.

“daddy” you whisper, opening your eyes to pout up at him.

“yes baby?” suguru answers, giving little kisses along your chin down to your neck. sucking onto your sensitive neck areas, he knew just the right spots to make you lose your fucking mind.

“i want you to fuck me…” you say grinding down onto the bulge you could feel through his sweats. you were sure you could feel a wet spot on them, but you weren’t quite sure of the culprit, as your wet pussy dragged and humped on his dick print leaking with pre-cum. you could feel his throbbing dick just aching to be inside you, pumping you full of his cum. suguru hissed from the feeling of your mess teasing his aching cock.

“… please baby, please fuck me again, i said i’d be good” you whined, moving closer to his ears so only he could hear how desperate you were for him. suguru moans, his voice breaks and rasps a little from you grinding on him and circling over his dick.

suguru fucking snaps, he closes his eyes while his mouth slightly hangs open, just taking in how your hips wined on him while he carried you.

he then cupped your face to him, “you’re such a fucking brat.” he moans, holding your face and caressing your throat, he watches how your breathing picks up, as you get so flustered. he brings you close, kissing you on your forearm, bringing his hand around your neck. then he carries you to his tattoo bed.

“i am not going to fuck you yn-.”

“-but su!” you begin to whine interrupting him

“be quiet.” suguru reprimands, gripping your neck just a little tighter after placing you to sit on the edge of the seat “i’m not gonna fuck you on my dick. when i have you like that, it’s gonna be on my bed, where i can have you screaming on it without any fucking interruptions. do whatever the fuck i wanna do without you getting all shy on me tryna muffle those pretty moans from me mmm, you understand baby?”

“yeah daddy” you answer feeling so giddy and light with him

“there’s my princess,” he smirks, “you’re really that fucking needy, want my dick here, right where my colleagues are downstairs mmm?” he says before kissing you again. “good girl” he praises while lifting off your dress and quickly bringing his lips back onto yours. slowly he brings you to lay back. he gets in between your thighs lifting one up over his shoulder while letting your tatted thigh rest over the edge of the bed. from this angle he could see your pretty glistening pussy, clenching around nothing.

“lay back baby.” he instructs, he sees how you wait in anticipation for him laying back on the bed.

he crouches down, kneeling in front of your exposed pussy, your slick brown lips he’s completely hypnotised by, they glisten from your wetness. you grow a little shy, you weren’t prepared to be eaten out today (૮꒰⸝⸝> <⸝⸝꒱ა). you bring down your hands to try and cover her up, feeling a little embarrassed.

suguru immediately dismissing your nonsense, and swats your hand away bringing them to instead hold your plush thighs “don’t piss me off today yn, it’s fucking mine.” you almost squeal in response to suguru, he gets so intense sometimes.

suguru is completely enchanted by your scent, the way your hole quivers and weeps for him he has to have a taste. keeping his eyes on you suguru takes the time to separate your folds with his fingers, he licks your swollen nub revelling in the way you gasp and twitch from the sensation, you feel so sensitive from the way his fingers had you shacking.

he then delves in, lapping and sucking on your bud making you writhe and moan from pleasure. the movement of his tongue has such an effect on your pussy, it's marvelling. he takes his time, really getting you sensitive, flattening his tongue on your clit and then straightening it to add pressure, circling perfectly around your bundle of nerves, it makes you gasp and arch your back so prettily

“fuck! sug-daddy aaaahhh” you release a raspy cry, gripping his hair and pulling him into you to, so you can grind on his face, which makes him moan into you, muffling a-

“fuck baby” into your wet pussy, he has to hold your hips down as you begin moving around too much for him to control, so he holds your thigh and places his other arm on your hip, pushing you down, so you stay fucking still for him to play with you properly. suguru brings his tongue down to your leaking hole, thrusting his pointed tongue into your pussy making you mewl and cover your mouth to stop yourself from squealing.

the way you’re panting and moaning, suguru can tell you're going dumb for him, aching to cum all over him. he takes his mouth off of you as your moans get higher. you whine from the absence of his tongue on your needy pussy but he makes up for it by spitting on her, letting his spit slide onto your sensitive cunt. the way his spit glistens and slides down your pussy, he pushes it back into your hole, thrusting his fingers and spit back into you. you react by clutching your thighs together from the sensitivity which makes suguru look at you sharply.

“open.”

you whine, separating your thighs, so he can dip his head back down onto your clit which makes you shudder, bucking your hips into his face. he continues thrusting his fingers into you while his tongue plays and toys with your sore little clit. you can feel everything, it's all so much, your eyes roll back as your mouth hangs open letting out a broken moan while you tug at suguru’s hair.

the way his fingers scissor your folds open, cunt drooling and sucking him in greedily, while he laps and lightly nips on your clit letting his spit drool on you, just for him to suck on your juices. he eats so sloppily it has your eyes watering.

“s’good sug—so fuckin’ good,” hips grinding into the movement of his lengthy fingers, chasing that ecstasy knotting in the pits of your stomach, you’re so close you start seeing white, suguru knows you’re about to cum from the way your fingers tangle and tug at his hair, struggling to either push him closer or away from you. his dark piercing gaze never leaves your face.

“daddy m’gonna cum! shit hah aa sug please lemme cum oh please” you sob, which makes suguru groan into your pussy. feeling the way your hole clenches around his fingers, leaking out so much wetness. the way your hard clit throbs for him, your juices covering, adorning his beautiful face, he looks so pussy drunk. the only thing on his mind is making you cum all over him.

“mmm baby, you gonna cum for me.. that’s my good fucking girl” he says pumping his fingers into you while moving his other hand to circle your clit in tight circles, so he can talk you through your orgasm.

“oh fuck daddy! oh my godnngh” your hands immediately grip suguru’s hands as you squeal and moan wantonly. your body arches and bucks as you dig your nails into him leaving little crescents on his skin. your vision dots, as your body tenses, lips parting into a silent scream as your release flies through you, wetting the tattoo bed. suguru watches your cream flow beneath you, all over his mouth. he pushes your juices back into your leaking hole, drooling at the way your hole squelches.

“there’s my good girl, oh you did so good baby mmmm” he praises lapping at your excess juices spilling down, you’re so fucking sensitive it hurts

“sug-ahh it hurts, fuckk” you whine, purring up at him as you watch suguru’s desire envelop you, you can tell he’s not done with you, but you doubt you could even take anymore.

suguru slithers up to you, kissing and licking up your boobs, making you squirm. when he reaches you he holds your face so gently, mere inches away from you.

“you forgive me baby?” suguru whispers gently stroking his nose against yours, almost purring against you like a cat “mmmm?” he purrs stroking the side of your face and caressing your limp exhausted body. you feel so warm against him, so lewd and yet so protected.

“i forgive you, you’re such an asshole” you giggle feeling a little shy again, only suguru was able to make you shy, and flush so easily. suguru whispers back a thank you and captures your lips into a searing kiss, melting you both together so passionately. you clutch onto the nape of his neck and run your fingers through his hair, earning you a moan, as suguru’s tongue dances with yours sensually. he grips your hips, pulling you against him. you can feel his bulge pulsing for you-

“suguru, aye we’re back! and u’ve got another appointment waiting!” you both hear from downstairs at the reception, shoko calling out to suguru followed by gojo following suit making a ruckus, throwing a tantrum about his arm

“dudeee, where tf r u? i coulda died!” gojo shouts out. you can hear him coming up the stairs to suguru’s office

“mmm fuck suguru, they’re coming up” you gasp up to suguru who still refuses to take notice of them. he smirks, choosing to still feel all up on you

“mmmm don’t care c’mere” suguru states, you roll your eyes

“suguruuu c’mon” you smirk, pushing against him

“ugghh for fucksake” suguru huffs moving off of you, taking your hand and pulling you up to him making you yelp with excitement. you both come to your senses though when you hear gojo’s footsteps up the stairs getting close, both of you scrambling to put your dress back on and get you both presentable.

suguru then holds your chin, so you both look at each other

“what?” you nervously laugh at his intense look

“let me take you out yn? i’ve missed you so much baby” suguru pleads while stroking the side of your cheek with his thumb

“mmmm i dunno sug, dependdss on where you’re gonna take me” you smirk up at him

“let me worry about that baby, i wanna treat you, try and make it up to you” suguru implores and then kisses your forehead just as gojo barges in-

“sUgUruUuu!!”

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[punkeropercyjackson]

🎸Hobie Brown headcanons🎸

🎸'Babygirl he's jamaican' < an actual thing i've said about Hobie in response to nonblks writing him like a white brit,pretty sure it's canon actually!Jamaican slang,last name 'Brown',fuckin' WICKS?He's jamaican-english for sure

🎸Transmasc multigender i.e boygirl and nonbinary.When he said he's unlabeled,that's what he meant and he sadly has the gender trauma that comes with being black trans but the black trans swag too,including not needing t or surgeries as he's naturally androgynous on all fronts and flatchested(just like me fr fr)

🎸No masking game audhd.He grew up a bully beater for himself and even kids who didn't like him as his mama taught him he should always stand up for what's right.Ptsd too,a huge contributor of it how targeted for his extremely dark and strong features he was/is and he wouldn't have had it THAT young if he was nonblack(Hobie's only 17........He should've been at the after school club)

🎸His main special interest is the sea.His favorite color is blue,his favorite kind of jamaican cuisine is it's seafood,his favorite season is summer,he diy's ocean material based crafts all the time,he's a surfer,he knows how to play calypso music and he has a thing for mermaid-y black women specifically

🎸And ofc this is because he's black4black in general and THAT and his spinterest is because of his mama.Hobie is black Mama's Boy supreme and his mama loves him just as much and he actually got his nickname 'Hobie' from her calling him that when he was little and him refusing to let it go no matter how dork ass it is.He calls her 'Mama' specifically and has wicks because she does too💚🤎💛🖤

🎸Team Dad of both Spiderbands(comics + Atsv).As in 'Dad Friend',not nucleaur family headassery he'd be against as an anarchist-He keeps the mood and morale up,makes sure they stay feed and well-slept,protects them on and off the field and is masc only in a goofy black sitcom dad typa beat.Hobs tries to not let it show but it does wear down on him so the Spiderbands notice eventually and pay him back all the time now

🎸Hobie had no like.ACTUAL friends as a lil kid and it messed him up most of all because he didn't even realize the nonblack kids were being shitty and fake due to how normalized it is for nonblacks to treat black people as inherently beneath them and it rubbed off on him for ages subconciously and he's still unlearning but little man is getting there!!

🎸Totes loves The Cure,Alt Black Era,D'Angelo,The Misfits,Tracy Chapman,Megan Thee Stallion,Teezo Touchdown and Rihanna.He listens to pop music but literally ONLY black pop artists,black death metal(self-explanatory)and is a gigantic fan of jazz because he's the smoothest in the whole multiverse and also is black.Idk,

🎸His other favorite color is pink and that's why he turns pink around the people he loves the most(Mayday=Baby sister figure,Miles=Crush,Gwen=Girlfriend,etc).He has a small soft spot for pink things in general(Gwen,Miles and Margo)

🎸Gwen is half black dominicana with black hair,brown eyes and light brown skin because literally the only problem with Hobie being into her is she's white but ALSO as a Gwen kinnie she feels more biracial afrolatina to me than anything else so it all comes together.They met Bubbline style at one of his concert's where Gwen's autistic ass thought he was hot as fuck and made an absolute fool of herself but Hobie's autistic found THAT hot as fuck and invited her onstage to sing as a ref to that one concept art.They reunited the next day at Spider Society as Gwen recognized him as that one kid Jessica also mentors and ran after him and introduced herself as the girl from last night and Hobie was stunned but she went to remove his mask so he smirked and did the same,saying 'Eager to see your pretty face again too,Gwendita' and they linked arms as they talked and became best friends from that day on

🎸Hobie got Gwen into the political sides of punk by teaching her the legit history and pratices and that was when all emotional ties to George were cut.Gwen got Hobie into kidcore and pastel transfem things to help him feel like a real teenager and heal his inner child(Hobie has a gummy sharks addiction btw).They say they're 'Soulmates by choice AND by chance' since Gwen isn't 139 Gwen Stacy and Hobie isn't a Peter Parker Variant and even made patches on their battle jackets with the phrases in a mix and match of eachother's colors and Gwen is one of the mermaid-y black women Hobie's type is

🎸Number one dogs and sharks lover.He loves those varying in sizes guys,they're so him-coded,and has the downlow on sooooooo many facts of them and has so many memes and wholesome pics saved!!

🎸Once he learned to use a phone that is😭Total grandpa at first with it,the cockney was NOT helping‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️But he's gotten a pretty good hang of it

🎸Gracias a Margo!!That was actually how they got close,she was friends with Gwen before he was so he asked her for help and she gladly gave it.They accidentally pulled an all-nighter and had an 30 minute special adventure through cyberspiderspace and tried to hide that they hadn't gotten any sleep when they caught with Gwen but Margo fell face first into her loaded nachos and Hobie squeezed his soda can so hard it reached the roof when Lyla spooked him so she knew what was up.Wasn't upset but she did make fun of them

🎸Also Margi is haitian!!!Someone did a fucking gorgeous qpp Punkbyte art with that hc and jamaican Hobie and i haven't been able to unsee it,they're so fucking right.The Spidey Core Four are afrocaribbean4afrocaribbean4afrocaribbean4afrocaribbean and Margobie specifically are the indie games,always in some weird ass situation,can never shut the fuck up duo

🎸Pavitr and him are like brothers.Mainly because Pavitr is the token straight Spiderkid LMAOOOOOOO He got that masc transhet moc swag <3 Just guys being dudes ft.bi wife energy and femme faggotry.They do cultural exchange and no,Pavitr dosen't make fun Hobie for being british because he's not white so he realizes why there's even black-british people to begin with(read:SLAVERY).Hobie likes Bollywood movies and i'll let @refrigeratedboombursts take over on the specifics since he's indian and a Hobie enthutiast like me

🎸Goes on crime sprees for fun,is really into energy drinks but his favorite is Birthday Cake Bash Bang,grafitti's with Miles,adores Pokemon and has an embarrasing crush on Nessa because she's his type,is an Animal Crossing expert and his favorite is Flick and can do a deeply guttural metal scream voice for who knows how long that makes Gwen,Margo and Miles go 😳😳😳😳😳😳

🎸Watches Bluey with Mayday.Bluey fan Hobie is canon idc what y'all cringelords say,he's a 17 year old afropunk with more street cred than y'all let him be a happy kid but actually instead of weird racist fuckery

🎸Yeah,he did in fact kill his canon event cop and the reason he was ashamed in his reveal scene wasn't any emotional attachment but worry Miles wouldn't like him anymore.Also Spider Society KNOWS he's beyond down bad for him,they just didn't say nothin' to not embarrass him but also how could they NOT notice?BABYBOY DID ALL THAT SHIT IN PUBLIC!!!!!!!!

🎸Usually has at least one pink lipstick mark on him,be it electric pink(Margo),pastel pink(Miles)or baby pink(Gwen).Gets called a ladykiller/casanova/etc because of it but is actually the most aroaceflux mf to ever exist and falls in love with every transfem he befriends because of the femme transmasc swagger

🎸And similarly has cutesy stickers on him almost at all times,by gift of Peni.He's her big bro figure and ptsd buddy and she's his lil sis and he's her role model just like he is to so many 139 kids.Mcr isn't his kind of music but he listens to it with her and they talk about pretty much anything(including him taking lighthearted jabs at Noir)

🎸Jessica and him are the cooler Miles and Peter B i.e Jessica is Hobie's mentor from the start of his Spiderpunk days but an actual parental figure to him instead of age difference pseudo-siblings.Very much your classic black mom and black son relathionship but minus the hitting and shit 'cause Jessica's a proud black woman,not a child abuser.Based off that lil 'Hobie,you're not helping' 'Good' exchange that convinced me she's super familiar with his attitude and vice versa.They Get Eachother™️

🎸Uses emulators on anti-capitalist principal and diy's merch of his interests for the same reason but also so he can make it extra personalized✊🏼Once again,he just like me fr-Black Gwen Stacy with locs figure,you WILL be seeing the light of day

🎸He's a Book!Percy Jackson Variant.Full 'fence,full shade,Peter Parker's not good enough to be Percy Jackson and i DO mean Book!Percy Jackson,not 'dark Percy' or 'himbo Percy' or whatever weirdass can't even handle an undiagnosed autistic and implied punk children's protagonist crackheadarry y'all got up to

[cindol]

Hey, can I please get some more general headcanons of Spider Noir with a black fem s/o?

I loved the last blurb you wrote 💖

Thank you bb ! Here’s some spider noir hcs for you babes

tw—as usual, y/n is a pink pink pinkalicious black girl, set in a modern universe but Peter has a old soul, suggestive(titty sucking,boob groping),

Spider Noir definitely rizzed reader up in mere seconds in a woman’s shoe store. He was getting a lady he had rescued a night ago some butterfly heels as a “feel better” typa thing to sneak in her apartment till he noticed reader sitting on a bench trying on some nice hot pink satin platform pumps that she was having quite some trouble putting on. Trying to be the friendly spiderman he is even outside of costume he came over to you with a wave making you raise a brow.”I see you’re havin’ a problem fitting on those lovely heels. Mind if I help?”

Usually y/n didn’t take strange men’s help in a store but looking at this man’s facial features he looked so trusting. The way he had smile lines on the corner of his lips as he gave her a small smile and held out a strong gloved hand to her she couldn’t help but give out. She held out her brown bare making him get on his knees and helping her put the heel on, their future relationship blossomed after this.

Spider Noir soon found out from 9 months of dating her y/n had a Barbie and princess complex she didn’t even know she had and he didn’t mind feeding into that complex. From being the gentlemen he is and holding the door open for her to helping her zip up her dress and put on 2 pump pink heels. Even to indulging in her taste and letting her get pretty hair appointments and movie nights.

Spider Noir is a genuine munch for his pretty girl too so he loves when she shows him around to people. He’s alway ready to flash a smile to the camera when she takes a group selfie with him and doesn’t mind the little TikTok’s too. When she gives him all those red lipstick kisses on his face, neck, and chest he doesn’t even wash them off after baby. She has to hold him down giggling and take them off with wipes.”baby, you can’t just wear my kisses on you, it’s nasty and could smear.” He just smiles.”well that means I’ll have you all smeared on me.” She just gasps and has a big grin on her face from those words.

Spider Noir doesn’t hide the fact he’s taken by his girl either. He isn’t exactly rude when women try to flirt with him since he’s always been raised to be nice to lady so he let’s them down as easy as he can. When a girl is even trying to be flirtatious he flashes them his lovely open wallet that has a long photo portrait of multiple photos of his pretty girl and him in a Photo Booth.”See that? Taken sorry doll face.”

Now, spider noir loves to kiss too. It’s almost like his best thing to do next to saving people. He doesn’t do anymore normal man kisses either or those too rough kisses. When’s he’s kissing his girl he always usually has her in his lap or laying on his chest with his hand softly grabbing her jaw and giving her a slow kiss that turns into a makeout sessions. But he’s a tease, and let’s go making her whine.

he gives her kisses in other places too. When she and him are relaxing and he isn’t in his usual trench coat he loves to unwind and just play with her tits. Either him groping her boobs or sucking on them while she window shop at stuff on Amazon. He even gives kisses and hickeys that make her pout but he just offers her to wear one of those cute pink silk ascots on her neck. She of course does her cute pout and wears it anyways.

Overall, spider noir just loves his girl.

[jannythewriter-pt2]

Collage Feels Pt.3

It’s the week after the party and you and Connie have been texting for a minute, both liking when the other text first, but of course Connie texted first. At this moment, you were getting ready for Connie to come over to your dorm so he could help you with one of your stupid class assignments 😟.

Right now you’re in the shower and you hear your phone buzz…it’s from Connie. “Hey I’ll be there in 5” the text said, you replied with a simple “ok, I’m so excited” and finished your shower. You got out and put on an oversized shirt, your silk black bonnet and some short shorts. You touched up in the mirror, applying one more coat of lipgloss and a spray of strawberry pound cake perfume and just then you heard a Knock at your door. “He’s mf’n here” you said in your head nervously.

You open the door and GAH DAMN Connie was looking so mf’n fine 😫. He was wearing a black under armour compression shirt with gray sweatpants, black cats, an iced out Cuban link chain, and you could see the waist band of his underwear and you could see his print. (And y’all that dick was dickin 😫) You were staring hard and he caught onto this, “you see sum you like ma” he says in a flirtatious tone “nigga get in here” you say in a sarcastic tone.

“Your dorm is nice asf, and it smells like vanilla in here” he says admirably. “Thank you hun, I like keeping a clean space, making sure my shit is mf’n organized cause don’t nobody want a nasty ass bitch” I said with confidence. “Nah cause you’re right about that shit” Connie said laughing as he put his Luis Vitton bag down on the floor. “Sophia what you need help on ma” he said in his deep voice, “I can’t figure out the formula for this equation” I show Connie the problems. “Yeh we’re gonna be here for a mf’n while” Connie says defeated.

It’s been 2 hours and you finally finished your work and you actually get what’s going on. “I should prolly go, ik you got other things you gotta do so imma get out of your hair” Connie said “Nah nigga you ain’t going nowhere. I did not just call you over to help me with my work. We finna order takeout and watch Baddies tf” you said pissed off that this mf was thinking you just wanted him for help and that’s it.

“Deadass, like fr?!” Connie says surprised, “Yes Connie I’m not that typa girl who’s just gon use you for her benefit, know that” this makes Connie smile to himself, he’s never met any girl who doesn’t just want to use him for his smarts, or who doesn’t want to fuck him, your different. “What you wanna eat ma?” Connie ask and you say “Def Chinese, I want orange chicken and white rice” “aight I’ll put the order in” Connie says “I’ll go get my ca-“ your cut off when Connie says “fuck no, sit yo pretty ass down somewhere, I’m paying ma” this makes you feel hot and bothered, this more dominant side of him, the sexy side of him…. “ o-ok” you stutter out shook.

It was a few hours later and y’all were watching baddies, and Connie was being real cuddly, not only that but he was being a lil…..touchy. “Please ma just come here, I wanna hold you, I promise I’ll take you out just come here” in your head your so nervous to make a move, but you a bad bitch so you do your big one. “Fine Constance” you take the blanket off of you and instead of cuddling up to him, you do something unexpected to Connie, you climb on his lap, wrap your arms around his neck, and you sat there, looking into his hazel eyes. You notice a slight pink dusted over his cheeks. “I ain’t even gon lie, your to fine for me to leave you without making you mine” Connie said quietly “you gon treat me right baby?” You said in a serious tone, “I promise ma, I promise” Connie says sincerely “ok pa, I’ll give you a chance”

Yall the next part gon be a lil bit of smutt 😫

[fawnchives]

https://www.tumblr.com/fawnchives/749669711299624960/chris-the-typa-to-enter-every-dressing-room-with?source=share

imagine if they were looking for swimsuits for vacation or somewhere like lululemon trying on leggings...chris's girl wouldn't stand a chance, there's no way she'd get through it without him getting hard

and the crazy thing is, he’d try so hard to be patient and civil at first but after ten minutes of browsing around the store & NO ACTION, he’s gonna start fidgeting and getting all antsy. his only goal would be getting your ass straight to that dressing room

“mm, no—oh, how about this one? the ruffles at the bottom are so cute, right? okay so, pink or purple-or black?”

“i think i see the dressing room up there.”

“that’s…not what i asked.”

“okay whatever, green. they all look nice.”

“where are you getting green from?”

“can we please just go to the changing room now?”

[riansdiary]

MUSIC FOR MANIFESTING Part 2 🎹

Dearest Gentle Readers

Hello everyone! I'm back with another music for manifesting blog! I immediately started this after writing up my last one because I love this category. I actually lost what I'm writing first when I accidentally clicked something and I'm so angry right now so let's just get on with it shall we?

2. Inspiring and Empowering Songs. Ones that can make you feel like a badass!

The next category is inspiring and empowering songs that can fuel you to keep going with your manifestations!

Queen by Loren Gray

Can't Catch Me Now by Olivia Rodrigo

Rotten To The Core by the Descendants Cast

What's My Name by China Anne McClain

Chillin Like A Villain by the Descendants Cast

ON by BTS

So What by BTS

Black Swan by BTS

Stronger by Dove Cameron and China Anne McClain

Not Today by BTS

I can't do any more linking after this so I'll start listing the songs down!

Louder Than Bombs by BTS

Sheesh by Babymonster

The Climb by Miley Cyrus

Breaking Free by Troy and Gabriella from High School Musical

This is Me by Demi Lovato

Don't Call Me Angel by Ariana Grande, Miley Cyrus and Lana Del Rey

Bet On It by Zac Efron

Bad Idea Right by Olivia Rodrigo

I Did Something Bad by Taylor Swift

Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift

Step On Up by Ariana Grande

(I love walking like a model while listening to this song! It's such a good song for a runway show!)

Make It Shine by Tori Vega

(This is a manifesting song right here! My favorite one to sing to! The lyrics are like affirmations!)

No More Dream by BTS

Hot Mess by Aespa

Armageddon by Aespa

Drama by Aespa

Black Mamba by Aespa

Savage by Aespa

Girls by Aespa

Rockstar by Lisa

Ddu Du Ddu Du by Blackpink

Pink Venom by Blackpink

Typa Girl by Blackpink

Pretty Savage by Blackpink

Shut Down by Blackpink

The Girls by Blackpink

How You Like That by Blackpink

Accendio by I've

Baddie by I've

Royal by I've

Wannabe by Itzy

Dalla Dalla by Itzy

Untouchable by Itzy

Mafia In The Morning by Itzy

Into The I-Land by I-Land Trainees

Kingkong by Treasure

Boom by Nct Dream

We Go Up by Nct Dream

Pirate King by Ateez

Shout Out by Enhypen

Treasure by Ateez

Hala Hala by Ateez

Answer by Ateez

Say My Name by Ateez

Boss by Nct U

Talk Saxy by Riize

Boom Boom Bass by Riize

Impossible by Riize

Blessed-Cursed by Enhypen

Future Perfect by Enhypen

One In A Billion by Enhypen

Karma by Enhypen

Chaconne by Enhypen

Monster by Exo

Jopping by Super M

El Dorado by Exo

Ridin by Nct Dream

2 Baddies by Nct 127

Watch It by The Boyz

Baggy Jeans by Nct U

Kick It by Nct 127

Supernova by Aespa

Fact Check by Nct 127

ParadoXXX Invasion by Enhypen

Limitless by Nct 127

Go by Nct Dream

Box by Nct Dream

(I'm completely and utterly obsessed with this song!!! 😍)

Dejavu by Nct Dream

Anti-Fragile by Le sserafim

Fearless by Le sserafim

Unforgiven by Le sserafim

Fire In The Belly by Le sserafim

Dash by Nmixx

Sonar by Nmixx

Woman Like Me by Little Mix

Confetti by Little Mix

Bounce Back by Little Mix

BO$$ by Fifth Harmony

That's My Girl by Fifth Harmony

Worth It by Fifth Harmony

Chasing That Feeling by TXT

Good Boy Gone Bad by TXT

Gimme Gimme More by Britney Spears

Hobgoblin by CLC

I Am The Best by 2NE1

Hero by Monsta X

Fire by BTS

Me And My Girls by Selena Gomez

Me Too by Meghan Trainor

Unstoppable by Sia

Boss Bitch by Doja Cat

Fabulous by Sharpay Evans

How Far I'll Go by Auli'i Cravalho

Flowers by Miley Cyrus

Fantasize by Ariana Grande

Greedy by Tate McRae

Exes by Tate McRae

Sexy by Avantika

Meet The Plastics by Renew Rapp

Someone Gets Hurt by Renee Rapp

Not My Fault by Renee Rapp

Looking At Me by Sabrina Carpenter

Confidence by Demi Lovato

Can't Back Down by Demi Lovato

Watch Me Woo by Plave

Like That by Babymonster

Forever by Babymonster

Kingdom by The Boyz

Under The Skin by &Team

Fireworks by &Team

War Cry by &Team

Dropkick by &Team

Road Not Taken by &Team

Final Countdown by &Team

Dejavu by TXT

Aphrodite by Ashley Sienna

(all her songs are literally made to hear to help you manifest!)

Pretty In The Dark by Ashley Sienna

Give It Up by Ariana Grande and Liz Gillies

Bad News by Kiss Of Life

Gods by New Jeans

Yours Truly,

Say It Right by Nelly Furtado

(leaving you with the Gossip Girl vibes! 👋)

Lady Rian Whistledown 💋

[tiramiyuu]

☆ What if Instagram existed in honkai star rail? I'm gonna call it blazercam its shit i know but whatever. What if march posts smt on blazercam with danheng. Then stelle gets kinda very jealous?!1?1!1?1?1?

Content: Jealousy, Out of character March and Stelle I'm sorry! March 7th and Stelle being lesbians, Dan Heng is just there, this is probably inaccurate to the main plot of honkai star rail. (◞‸◟；) ☆

☆.. It’s just another day at the Luofu, since the day Kafka and her companion Blade escaped the Diviner Fu Xuan’s grasp.

The people from the Astral Express have yet to do anything but wait for the Cloud Knights to gain information about the Stellaron Hunter duo’s whereabouts.

Stelle was walking around the Luofu, checking out shops and other stuff while scrolling on her phone, when she opens Blazercam she sees March’s new post, her and Dan Heng at the local cafe(?) with some desserts on their table. Stelle got a bit super jealous and closed her Blazercam and moved on with her day. Meanwhile March and danheng were just hanging out like siblings forced to get along, no suspicious stuff was happening.

As the day almost comes to an end, March and Dan Heng decided to split ways to rest. On the way to the express March bumps into Stelle looking gloomy. Oblivious to how Stelle is feeling she starts conducting some small talk about her hangout with Dan Heng, but this made the gray haired trailblazer even more envious of the said black haired boy.

Once they got on the express, Stelle follows March to her room to ask about earlier.

“March.. I saw your post on blazercam.. why didn’t you invite me on your little hangout with Dan Heng?”

Just with this one question March finally realized why her girlfriend was feeling bitter.

“Oh! We just wanted to hangout as buddies! Y’know? like the sibling typa hangouts! Why are you asking, are you perhaps jealous..?”

She stated with a grin, this made Stelle flustered then she slightly moved away from her girlfriend.

March went closer and cupped Stelle’s face gently, examining her features secretly proud that the gray haired trailblazer is her lover.

“Stelle, darling.. just because I hang out with my best friends, especially Dan Heng doesn’t mean you have to be jealous, I love you. I swear I will love you in every universe where we exist together. I swear I won't ever leave you, even by the means of sacrificing myself for you, I promise I will stay with you forever.”

March then gave her girlfriend a small peck on the cheek, giving Stelle a warm smile. When they realized it's nightfall, they slept together in March’s room cuddling for the night. March was the first to fall asleep among the both of them, Stelle gave the pink haired girl a kiss on the forehead before murmuring a small “I love you” before she fell asleep aswell.. ☆

[bloomingkyras]

Shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people.

tq @isstoria 😊

unholy - sam smith

i don't think i like her - charlie puth

i'll be waiting - cian ducrot

loser - charlie puth

Flower - Jisoo

give me your forever - zack tabuldlo

secret love song - little mix and jason derulo

This is not how its works - charlie puth

Typa girl - black pink

Ghost - justin bieber

tqtagging me :) i don't know who to tag cause i saw every my mutual had done this btw tq😅

[coquettecoregirl]

About Me

🎀 Hi guys, you can call me T since I'm not comfortable sharing my real name on here.

🎀I'm South Asian, so my contents going to be diverse as fuck.

🎀 18+

🎀 She/Her | Female

🎀I'm a girl's girl ♥

🎀 I'm in love with every pinterest/tiktok/insta aesthetic that has ever been created. My personal favs though are cottage core, coquette core, barbie/bimbocore, femmefatale, balletcore and pink Pilates princess and literally so much more.

🎀 I'm very into the feminine life and like/encourage a lot of feminine stuff, however, that does not mean this blog is a conservative or tradwife typa account. I simply believe in trying to enjoy being a girl because girlhood=♥.

🎀 I mainly created this blog because I’m going through a glow up journey and learning to love myself and I'm creating my dream life. So, everything I provide you with is gonna be tested, usually backed with evidence and is going to be experimented because what I share will be what I’m doing/have been doing on my own journey.

Hobbies: I love reading, writing, fashion, architecture, art, sleeping, watching tv. I love researching and learning etc.

Fav Emojis:  🎀💌 🍒💕

Fav Colors: Pink Pink Pink!! Red, Purple, Black literally all colors 😭

[vauxxy]

songs i think the marauders era characters would EAT THE FUCK UP!!

james potter

‘say yes’ by elliott smith

i feel like james doesn’t really listen to music that much, more so just pick out a few songs that sirius and remus like and just go with it. remus loves elliott smith (despite his more ‘grunge’ music taste) so he would play a lot of his songs when he’s alone or just chilling out.

james would hear this song and be like “UMMM THIS IS SO ME CORE” and he’d listen to it on repeat for WEEKS.

remus lupin

‘my iron lung’ by radiohead

this mother fucker is a radiohead stan. remus is the radiohead bf sirius is his blur gf.

he loves a little guitar riff and then absolutely nonsensical breakdowns in the middle of the chorus 👍

also i feel like he just relates to the teen angst vibe of it. he listens to it when he’s upset that he’s a queer werewolf from care home. so HIS ‘iron lung’ in that sense would be he queerness and his upbringing, or maybe even sirius at some points.

sirius black

‘beetlebum’ by blur

one thing abt sirius is that he only listens to brit-rock or 2000’s pop punk bangers with explicit sexual innuendos. they just hit!

he’s an early p!atd stan btw. soz.

and a deftones boy. cringe!

but he really likes blur!! he listens to it for hours at a time. he just LOVES the chorus soooo much. it’s a bit basic but he likes it.

lily evans

‘velvet ring’ by big thief

i feel like lily is a folk fan above all other genres of music. obviously she loves fleetwood mac, taylor swift, etc… but her loyalties lie with the cluttered, wordy and intimate lyricism of artists like big thief, clario and sidney gish.

lily listens to this specific song whenever she feel nostalgic or when she’s got growing pains. it kinda grounds her. she’s the type of person who gets so fixated on the past or what her futures gonna look like, so she channels those feelings into reflection instead. she finds a lot big thief’s songs do just that :)

marlene mckinnon

‘debris’ by lowertown

marlene loves indie girl music!! she loves messy vocals and melancholic chord progressions, so she lovesss lowertown.

this song is basically the verbalisation of how she feels other people would treat her if she finally opened up. she feels deeply attacked by the lyrics lol xx

mary mcdonald

‘this is what makes us girls’ by lana del rey

this mf loves lana del rey more than anything. she is a dark feminine born to die giant falsies dark pink french tips and ices mocha latte typa girlie.

this song just makes her feel so powerful and so connected to her friends!! she thinks it’s just so her. she also feels like her attractiveness is one of her best qualities (which isn’t true she’s literally the funniest and kindest girl at hogwarts) and one of her only strengths and she HATES FEELING THAT WAY… so when she listens to lana she’s like ‘mmm she’s so mother! she gets me!!!’

she knows she’s a pretty girl with a group of pretty girl friends and she loves it!!!!

regulus black

‘you’re on your own kid’ by taylor swift

ok regulus is not a tswizzle fan by any means.

but pandora likes her and forced him to listen to a few of her favourite songs. when this song came on he was like “… ok wtf 😧 she’s so me”

all of the lyrics just ATE in his mind. he relates to every lyric PAINFULLY SO.

pandora

‘whatever’ by elliott smith

pandora listens to literally every type of music ever.

she likes phoebe bridgers and found out about elliott smith though her, and heard this song and was like “elliott smith wrote this song about reggie and i xx”

they’re best friends! they are literally the bestest of friends. such a pure friendship.

all of them :)

‘spring’ by angel olsen

bro you’ve gotta listen to this song. it’s like evil crack.

[daceydeath]

Thank you to @abiaswreck 💕 who tagged me in this like two weeks ago and I am only now getting around to doing it 🤣

Tag Game: Put a playlist on shuffle, list 10 songs, and then tag 10 people

Astronaut - Stray Kids

Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift

Hello - Treasure

Typa Girl - Black Pink

End Transmission - AFI

I'll Be Around - Garrett Kato

Boyfriend - Dove Cameron

The Irrationality of Rationality - NOFX

Vossi Bop - Stormzy

Wild Heart - Mumford & Sons

Tagging just for fun there is no obligation here it is just for fun @christopher-bangnaldoskzz, @armystay89, @elizalabs3, @channieboyo, @emmxxsworld, @leanimal90, @krishastumblernow, @yoonguurt, @symptoms-of-moonlight, @cutiepie25162

I will stop annoying you all now xx

[grandinrag]

Typa girl that'll make you wanna dream (Me) Typa girl that came straight off of the screen (Screen) Typa girl you wanna ice up, make me freeze (Ha, ha) Typa girl you wanna wife up, sign the pre

I bring money to the table, not your dinner Both my body and my bank account, good figure Thinking 'bout me, but there's nothing to consider If I let you in my circle, you a winner

Didn't know that you were cold 'til you felt my fire Heaven's gate just opened up, hearing choirs If you saying something else, you a liar

'Cause I'm that girl that drive you crazy, but you can't leave me alone Got you thinking maybe I went supernatural Put you under spells or look into a crystal ball I'm not like these other girls at all I'm the typa girl that make you forget that you got a type Type that make you love me when the only thing you done is like I'm that typa girl, I'm that typa girl I'm that typa girl, I'm that typa girl

~ Black Pink, "Typa Girl"

*shifts* Hm, yes. Curious song decision.

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°•🍓 -> 🎼 Born Pink

[ Lines ? ]

▪ Shut Down

0:54 - 1:07

1:53 - 1:56

2:19 - 2:22

2:49 - 2:52

□ Total 0:22

▪ Typa Girl

0:22 - 0:25

1:20 - 1:22

1:24 - 1:26

1:56 - 1:59

2:32 - 2:40

□ Total 0:18

▪ Yeah Yeah Yeah

0:04 - 0:08

1:28 - 1:36

□ Total 0:12

▪ The Happiest Girl

1:07 - 1:19

2:34 - 2:43

3:25 - 3:36

□ Total 0:32

▪ Tally

1:14 - 1:29

1:56 - 2:08

□ Total 0:27

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▪ Ready For Love

▪ Pink Venom

Hair dye? Black hair with light pink front streaks

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