#I’ve never bought any merch for any artist

[duchessanon]

BB what's the deal with TayTay releasing 629372 different versions of each album? She doesn't need to artificially increase album sales to get to #1 and she certainly doesn't need the money, so why does she do it 😭 And why do the Swifties fall for it 😭

Hi babe, good q. What I will say is it’s not just Taylor doing that, it’s most artists who have a big enough budget. Even Billie (who complained about it for environmental reasons) did multiple variations of vinyl her last album. JLo and Olivia R also did it recently (i don’t follow male artists so I’m not just picking on the women here!). But I guess Taylor is the biggest and with a fan base who love to collect shit. She was doing the it even back for 1989 when each cd would come with different Polaroids. IMO it’s obv the record labels who come up with this and once they see the fans will eat it up, they keep doing it for every release. Although Taylor has a lot of power, she’s still on a record label and I think there’s certain things she just has to go with when it comes to the label wanting to make as much money as possible. I think the fans for the most part are aware that it’s all about money (she could just release those 4 songs as a deluxe edition instead) but they’re so sucked in, they think they need it all. Social media also plays a part bc it’s like seeing all your friends getting something and u not having it. I mean the amount of times I’ve seen ppl buy the tapes and cds who don’t own a machine to play them on! At the same time it’s their money to use how they want and the more they buy, the more elaborate shit Taylor can keep doing.

#tdlr I don’t have an issue with fans buying it rly #I’ve never bought any merch for any artist #what I do take issue with is swifties saying listening to the og versions instead of TVs is immoral #that’s vvvv ott imo

[inukag]

Sooo I went to Japan for 2 weeks! It was amazing! Extremely hot but I still enjoyed everything and want to go back ASAP 😭

I wanted to share the Inuyasha merch I’ve been able to find! Which is not a lot, lol. Urusei Yatsura's Lum was EVERYWHERE (especially thanks to the recent reboot) and I also saw Ranma 1/2 stuff quite a bit, but Inuyasha was nowhere to be found except in Nakano Broadway...

Starting from top left: A doujinshi I found at a Mandarake, a CD with some of the opening/endings and a pack of playing cards with art from the second movie. Below that I have a Inuyasha acrylic (found that one in a Animate at Ikebukuro), a small shippo figure and volume 4 of Yashahime (with Momo on the cover 🥰). Then below that I got 2 volumes of the wide ban edition of the manga (1 and 30 so the first and last volumes) and the Shonen Sunday S magazine with the latest Yashahime manga chapter. Above that there's Hisui from a Yashahime gachapon and above the beautiful miko Kagome figurine ♥

She's supposed to sit on a bottle so I cut the top of a plastic bottle, added some wrapping paper and a scrunchy to make some kind of base for her to sit on! I've always wanted that figurine but it's super expensive online so I'm glad I found her at a decent price. The world needs more miko Kagome merch 🙏

This is the back of the inukag doujinshi I bought, I haven't been able to find that artist online 🤔 If anyone know where I can find them, let me know!

Funny thing, the only time I saw the Yashahime gachapon was at Tokyo tower. I tried it really hoping I would get either Moroha, Hisui or Kohaku and not the others so I'm very glad I got Hisui! 3 out of 8 is not good odds lmao.

I KNOW there's some actual Inuyasha gachapon out there but I never saw any! Even that Yashahime one was mostly empty 😭

I also visited Niigata, the home city of Rumiko Takahashi. In the Manga and Anime museum there I bought this special fan that was released for the 35th anniversary of Takahashi's career. There was also the same for Maison Ikkoku and Ranma 1/2. I thought it was a really cool find!

Anyway, Japan let me down a bit in terms of Inuyasha merch but everything else was great (except the weather, seriously don't go in Japan in the summer it's too hot). I definitely want to go back in the spring and see the cherry blossom. I'd also like to visit the south more, like Osaka and Hiroshima.

Yashahime might be a disaster but it's actually thanks to that series that I met the amazing girls I went on this trip with, and for that I am so thankful. We went through hell following that series every week but we ended up with forging really strong bonds and traveling with them felt like being with family!

The real Inuyasha sequel was truly the friends we made along the way 😌🌈✨

#personal

[dipperpines-kin]

surprised I’ve never told ya how sick as hell ur collection is usually I just make my own gravity falls merch because I get urky shopping at online stores that aren’t Amazon and Amazon sucks

You got any recommendations for places I could check out for gravity falls / rev falls merch that are trustable??

Oh for sure! My number one favorite place to buy Gravity Falls merch is The Mystery Shack - They have a mix of official and fan made, I love all their Gravity Falls stuff. They even have other artists merch for sale and do collabs. Here are some more sites based on what you're looking for. Gravity Falls Charms 1. Wateryday - love their Gravity Falls moving eye charms. 2. Indigoabby - a good friend of mine, small independent business owner, they have more Gravity Falls merch on the way. 3. Sovonight - They restock their charms in November. 4. Cherry Bean - They don't have much, it's mostly Owl House Merch, but what they do have is good. Gravity Falls Prints 1. Inprnt - Far better than Redbubble International Gravity Falls Merch 1. D & R - You will need to be on desktop for this site to translate it from Turkish. Their shipping is super fast though. 2. Russian Gravity Falls Board Games - I haven't bought from here yet so can't confirm if the shipping is any good, buy at your own risk. Other 1. Bad Egg Studio - These guys have worked with Alex Hirsch himself, so their merch is both official and fan made. They are a small business so they aren't always open, follow them on instagram for updates. 2. Box Lunch - these guys have official Gravity Falls merch, not always good, kinda seems rushed and remixed tbh. But I mean if you like it then get it. NZ Artists Bespoke Boutique - I have 2 mugs from these guys and a mousepad. And that is it as far as whom I have bought from.

#gravity falls #gravity falls collection #wills mailbox ask

[harrysonlylover]

i’m just confused. i don’t understand why you still have an entire blog dedicated to harry when he doesn’t live up to your standards. it’s ok to have standards, and it’s one thing to hold celebrities accountable. but you run an entire blog and have said that a buzzcut has made him “lose his charm.” so, according to your posts, he’s lost his charm, he’s a white bigot who won’t speak up against genocide (since he’s white and it won’t serve him)… what are you even a fan of at this point?

It’s not about whether he “lives up to my standards” or not. I don’t go around assessing people to see if they’re worthy. I’m upset that he is silent, not because he’s a political figure but because he has influence. I can’t force him to do anything, i just expressed my thoughts. As a middle eastern who has seen what !srael is capable of, i can assure you that a white man’s opinion who’s a singer isn’t that relevant. Yes, there are celebrities going above and beyond to raise our voices, i don’t know why he isn’t speaking up and i’m not gonna take a plane to London to confront him. Just because i’m holding him accountable does not mean i hate him and want him wiped off the face of earth. I didn’t create this blog just now, i’ve had it for almost a year and some months. I love writing and once i found a chance to practice through fanfiction, am i a dedicated fan? Not that much. I did say that he lost his charm, but that’s my opinion or do you only want me to say what you consider is nice? I didn’t bully him or say that he’s so ugly. I simply gave my opinion, the same way i bluntly give it when my sister gets a haircut.

I think you have the term “fan” misunderstood with “worshipper” . Since when do we see artists we like act in a wrong way and not hold them accountable just because we’re their fan. At the end of the day, they are humans just like us. He’s not perfect or educated on every single dot in the universe.

I don’t go around on my blog kissing the ground he walks on, as a matter of fact i haven’t been on here in quite a while. It’s funny how you said that i dedicate a blog to him which sounds as if i’m in a cult because i can assure you he is the least of my worries. I don’t put him (or any celeb) on a pedestal because i like their work.

Since you’re so curious about my “fan status” , i’d like to relieve you and tell you that i only use his name for stories i write on here. I haven’t listened to his music in quite a while, never went to his concerts or bought merch. Let’s normalise growing out of something we used to like.

He’s not some company that i can boycott like cocacola or starbucks. He’s just a man. Just a man. I take everything with a grain of salt, but if he does post something in support of zionism? I’m out of here.

I hope this cleared up your extreme concern about my blog, opinions, posts. Sleep well at night xx

#ask #anon ask

[dearweirdme]

https://www.tumblr.com/dearweirdme/724640399428370432/hi-i-have-not-been-in-any-other-fandom-before

When I was still new to the fandom, this stressed me out, too. I used to follow a voting account in 2018, and they would constantly gaslight ARMYs and it was so stressful! I unfollowed voting accounts since then, and I’ve never really bought any merch except for one album and the bts book. This doesnt make me any less of a fan, though. I stream their songs and i support them in my own way. Anon, dont feel obligated to do what others are doing. Just support the boys in any way you can. Dont give in to the pressure. Unfollow those accounts if they’re stressing you out.

Hi anon!

Support can come in many ways, and though sales and streams obviously matter.. I think most support comes from our hearts (gosh this sounds sappy even to my own ears 🙈). A fan with no money to buy merch or an album is no less s a fan than someone who buys everything there is. A fan who has to make time to listen to an album or a song because of their busy schedule isn’t less of a fan than someone who is able to stream throughout the day. A fan who only reads tweets or blogs but never tweets themselves isn’t less of a fan than someone who spends hours amping up fandom. You’re a fan when you love someone’s music and when you love the artist for who they are, and whichever way you choose to support them is enough.

#fandom shenanigans

[allieisacrybaby]

thank you @ohhkaty and @mountain-in-springtime for tagging me. Love y’all very very much!!!🫶🏻😘❤️

Five songs you've got on repeat right now:

Last album you listen to all the way:

Harry’s House by Harry Styles

Any other shows coming up?

Greta Van Fleet in July and I’m looking at a couple other shows but I haven’t bought tickets yet. Hopefully some more over the summer!🤞🏼

Favorite piece of of band merch that isn’t GVF related:

Right now it’s my Eras Tour hoodie!!! I’ve been living in it! my favorite piece of merch from a small shop are my harry style’s inspirers candles they smell so good!!

Three artists on your gig bucket list:

~Hozier

~Never Ending Fall

~Tyler Childers

Tagging: @sacredjake @sacredthethread @digitalcalamity @hearts-hunger @andtherestishistory13

#Spotify #ask game!!

[ohhkaty]

Thanks for the tag @rhythm-of-space and @andtherestishistory13 ♡ ♡

🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

Five songs you've got on repeat right now: (realistically this could be all boygenius but I’ll flip it up a bit)

1. Not Strong Enough - boygenius

2. One That Got Away - Muna

3. Freedom (Big Freedia Remix) - John Batiste

4. Ok Love You Bye - Olivia Dean

5. A Roller Skating Jam Named “Saturdays” - De La Soul

Last album you listened all the way through.

Harry’s House - Harry Styles

Any other shows coming up?

Yeah! Marcus King, Pink, Folk Festival (Fleet Foxes and Orville Peck), Hozier, Shania, and then Bruce Springsteen.

Favourite piece of band merch you own that isn’t GVF related.

I’m weird about my band related merchandise and only like a specific look and now that I think about it, have never actually bought a shirt at a show. But I did get a “tour exclusive” vinyl from a Jake Wesley Rogers concert!

Three artists on your gig bucket list:

I’ve been lucky to be able to see most artists on my concert bucket list (Elton, David Bowie, Fleetwood Mac, Paul, etc.) so below is the unachievable:

1. Whitney Houston

2. Prince

3. Meatloaf

Tagging: @allieisacrybaby @losfacedevil @stardustndreamsofsilver ✨

#the great ‘meatloaf revelation’ last July actually made me stop working for a full afternoon #(and it haunts me to this day) #music tag #Katy blogs

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

https://www.tumblr.com/struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor/734582247913619456/so-now-jungkook-is-going-to-be-directly

I thought that was just me, I find it tacky too… I think they should slow down with the merch (they won’t lol), it’s getting a bit ridiculous though I guess it was to be expected. But I’ve never been the target audience for merch I guess, apart from some cute Bt21 stuff I never bought anything, I always find it cheap looking and overpriced. The marketing around JK’s solo in particular is overwhelming imo, though maybe that’s me having tunnel vision right now. For all his solo area I feel like we’ve been sold JK as a product and not an artist.

I think Jungkook was the member most willing to leave those kind of marketing decisions to Hybe and also the one who chose the most commercial route, so it makes sense they'd do all that for him. Also, Jungkook seems to enjoy recommending things to fans and creating stuff for us. He seemed to like designing the hoodie and mood lamp. So I don't think it's surprising that he'd think it cool to have a brand. He things brands in general are cool. But I still don't like it since the industry is terrible and he will not be making any kind of effort to do better than the status quo. And I also think Hybe/JK's design choices have been pretty terrible so far.

Thanks for the ask!

#ask #bts #jungkook #text #thanks for the ask!

[adaru32]

The Red Devil’s Chronicles’ March & April 2023 DMC News Updates: PoC, Trend, Merch, And More

Hey, how’s it going? Here are some more Devil May Cry news updates I’ve collected in the past couple months: 1. The Peak of Combat mobile game has made progress. You can find all of their latest updates and announcements on their Youtube channel.

2. Megaman collabing with Devil May Cry V.

3. Capcom had a spotlight survey that went for 2 weeks, with Devil May Cry being on the list.

4. Prime1Studio making more Devil May Cry V merch. b) Including NabeHands making more Devil May Cry figures. c) And there’s now Devil May Cry Vinyl records.

5. Vergil and Nero trended on Twitter for a bit.

6. Lady's Devil May Cry 3 and 4 voice actress Kari Wahlgren won an award.

7. New CAPCOM artwork featuring Dante and Nero. 8. KFC Spain showed off a Vergil cosplayer ordering some KFC.

My Thoughts On These Updates:

1. It’s not just their Youtube channel you can check out the latest things happening with Peak of Combat, but there’s also their Twitter page which includes polls at times. I saw one poll that baffled me where they asked which gaming device they preferred us to slay demons on. SamSung phones won by a looooong shot compared to the other options which were iPhone, PC, and gaming console. I commented saying that I prefer both PC and gaming console, but chose gaming console since it’s what I grew up with.

2. So many Devil May Cry V collabs. It’s cool but it would be nice if the other Devil May Cry games can have turns collabing as well. I’m aware DMC4 and DMC1 had some collab events before, but DMCV seems to be the only thing that’s getting the most collabs.

3. It sucks that in order to take the survey you had to be a CAPCOM member...I know it’s free and keeps a record on how many fans are interested in their products, but it annoys me when you have to sign up for stuff in order to participate in something that you know you won’t often take part in and your profile just sits there. Not just CAPCOM but other companies as well.

4. It’s cool how Prime1Studio’s going strong and still coming out with new Devil May Cry V merch, 4 years after its release. Then again, Devil May Cry V is still expanding in popularity. I just had my cousin tell me recently that one of her friends is a huge Vergil fan but has never played any of the games, and this friend finally bought all the games and plans to play them whenever he gets the time. b) NabeHands has been doing an amazing job on the figures. Looking forward to more Devil May Cry figure projects from them. c) I wonder what the Devil May Cry tunes would sound like on a record player or jukebox (also huge congrats to the fan artist StelarPidgin for being a part of the project by making the artwork for the records). I’ve heard people argue that they prefer the sound of music on a record player or jukebox compared to a cassette tape or CD player (even speakers from a laptop or phone). I don’t have a jukebox and record player myself but I remember my one grandmother having a record player before it got really old and worn out, and I can kinda remember that the music was nice and clean with the right touch of bass compared to other music playing systems. 

5. Usually it would be just Dante, Devil May Cry, or DMC that would be trending on Twitter. It’s nice to see the other characters from the series taking the trending spotlight.

6. Big congrats to Kari Wahlgren for her award. She is a great voice actress. Speaking of her, I still need to find out why she didn’t get credited for voicing as Lady in DMC3 and 4.

7. With CAPCOM showing off more Devil May Cry in their advertising shows how popular of a series it is, and gives a bit more hope about more future titles coming sooner than later.

8. It’s really cool and interesting to see when restaurant chains recognize certain media and implement them into their advertising, promotions, etc. 

#devil may cry #dmc #news #updates #the red devil's chronicles #trdc

[lastchancevillagegreen]

Tuesday, 31 January, 2023:

Now That’s Country! The Definitive Collection Vol. 1 Marty Stuart (Hump Head) (released in 2017)

I certainly would have sworn that a Marty Stuart album (or compilation) would never enter my collection during my lifetime.  I’ve known of Marty Stuart for as long as he has been around making music as a young man (he was with Lester Flatt in 1974 as a 13 year old and while I knew Flatt thanks to my grandfather who was crazy for country music, I never would have paid attention to credits on my grandfather’s record collection) and I always thought he might be like that annoying pest you know but what nothing to do with even though he is always underfoot.  I realize that’s not a kind interpretation especially for someone I knew little beyond his work with Johnny Cash and other legends.  Stuart was always around in the 80s and modern country wasn’t my thing and I tended to selfishly disregard the genre and the artists save for a few select people (Cash, Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings and Emmylou) who were already in my record collection in the 1970s and onward.

Cut to the new century and all bets are off.  I would have sworn it was merely three months ago that my brother caught Marty Stuart and His Fabulous Superlatives at the Old Town School of Folk Music in Chicago, but it was actually a year ago. Anyhow he raved about Stuart and his band and he even picked up a pair of compilations of Stuart’s work from the UK label Hump Head.  (My brother and I both wondered briefly if it was Staurt’s label named for his massive hair style.) I often get infected with my brother’s enthusiasm (and vice versa) and for about a week I obsessed over buying the same comps my brother bought despite not having heard a note of the man’s music.  By the time my Hump Head fever passed, I had forgotten about Stuart and the two compilations (that comprise five discs). 

At Christmas time my brother informed me that Stuart and his band were playing at a small venue in my hometown come the tail end of January.  He was interested in attending and suddenly I’m reinfected with Hump Head fever and the next thing I know my brother, his partner and myself all have tickets to see Stuart and the Superlatives.  I was surprised his girlfriend wanted to attend but she had just seen Ken Burns’ documentary Country Music and she said Stuart was all over that documentary.

Above you see the front of the compilation while the second and third photos show you the jewel case opened up.  Since it is a UK two disc set, it opens differently from US two disc sets.  It was hardly unique to me since I have many UK comps and two discs sets roaming around on my CD shelves.  That fourth photo is the back of the set. (These were sealed and I had photos of them sealed and then one day I didn’t have the photos. Digital photography is fun like that.) Below you will find an actual ticket that we used to get into the show.  I haven’t seen an actual ticket since I saw Mark Lanegan in 2010.  I’ve kept ticket stubs for almost my entire life and honestly, I didn’t think they even existed any longer.  So many of my tickets I print out or have on my phone so to see an actual ticket was rather surprising. 

The biggest surprise about the show was how good it was.  I’ve seen The Fall, The Mekons, Gruff Rhys’ first US tour, Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers first tour, Springsteen in ‘77 and any number of band outstanding bands so I didn’t quite expect to get caught up in the enthusiasm of the moment, but know this: Marty Stuart and His Fabulous Superlatives were absolutely rocking.  Opening with a killer surf instrumental (what?!) and ending with a rousing Time Don’t Wait from his last album Way Out West, suddenly I was highly contagious with Hump Head fever!  Stuart sold the discs at his merch table (and while I didn’t get them there even though I wanted to, the drinks I had demanded other actions). 

Now I can imagine that this compilation won’t sound half as exciting as Staurt’s live show and that there will be considerable sheen and gloss on many of these songs.  It is country music after all, but this show was so much fun and I knew absolutely zero songs save for the cover of the Byrds (and Dylan’s) Ballad of Easy Rider and the traditional gospel songs, that I do believe I can handle the sheen and gloss, after all, I have all of Emmylou Harris’ albums and all of Johnny Cash’s albums and they too have that similar gloss and sheen.  I’ll survive.  Below you can see close up shots of both discs.

[junotalksaboutstuff]

What is a Fan if Not a Mini Wind Turbine?: The Power of Being a Fan in [PRESENT YEAR]

note: this blog post is probably going to be a lot more touchy-feely and a lot less ‘academic’ because i just finished my fandom essay pls let my potato brain give way to my cringe heart for a quick 500 words

I have something difficult to confess: I… like things.

I’m a fan of media and video games and music and movies. I also like talking about the aforementioned things: whether it be The Front Bottoms’ latest singalong folk-punk song about being uncomfortable, Jacob Geller’s recent video essay somehow tying together a 60s alternative song with a 2022 interactive movie about immortality, or a quirky indie game’s pivotal exploration of trauma, I can’t stop myself from shouting about it from my rooftop (metaphorically, not literally, though I’ve come close).

In that sense, it’s kind of nice that the Internet exists. It’s like a neighbourhood where everyone is constantly shouting. All of the time.

now, not all fandoms are black holes of content, but they do become those, surprisingly often. it's kinda concerning ngl

In my years of being a fan of things, I’ve done many things: I’ve been in Discord servers discussing the finer parts of why Kel from Omori is actually the Most Affectionate Golden Retriever Brick of a character in the entire game; I’ve both read and written fanfiction about my favourite ships and laughed/cried/emotionally reacted to them on both sides of the author-reader divide; I’ve bought actual merch from games and content creators I love (no regrets, easily one of my favourite statement tees I’ve ever bought).

In a more substantive, more objective way of seeing it, through fandom, I’ve been able to interact with so much more people through the lens of fandom. Through being in online fandoms for games like Valorant and Omori, I’ve connected with people around the world over a shared interest that I would have never had the chance to otherwise. In the thriving fanart communities on Twitter, I’ve seen how artists from around the world take the basis of the works they have before them and use it as a springboard for their own ideas, cultures and identities: the sheer depth of intersectional Valorant agent OCs and Pokemon headcanons are a topic due for their own long-form video essay alone. Especially as someone still trying to figure out who or what they are, the positivity and feedback that one can get while exploring identity through the lens of fanfiction and fanart communities (either as viewer, creator, or commenter) can be an enormous source of relief and perspective.

i'm not aroace, but pretty good example of the uniqueness that the queer half of Valorant's fanbase comes up with as OCs!

In short, I feel fandom has been a pretty good part of my life for a pretty good part of my life. Of course, not everything is perfect: toxicity exists as in any online community, and bad actors are always a concern in an anonymised setting. These concerns aside, I find it easy to say that fandom in many different communities has played a substantial part in making me who I am today.

Live long and prosper!

#mda20009 #week10 #fandom

[euphoricfilter]

I went to a kpop store for a tiger shooky keychain. It was like $18 with tax omg. But it's so cute and I've been wanting to get a shooky keychain for so long TT The store also had a trading event for all groups, so I tried to ask ppl. But I'm shy/anxious and not many ppl were trading bts, and no one for the two specific dvd ones i wanted to trade (winter package 2020 and the recent speak yourself dvd). The crowdedness also didn't help :/ An employee said a bts table would be up an hr later but I had to get home by then :/ I saw someone selling bts group pcs but had to resist since it's lower prio for me rn :/ I see a good amount of people with the plush keychain. Which I kinda want but also don't bc I'd be worried about getting it dirty :/ There's a line store at Times Square but it sucks to go there with how busy the streets can get. and they have mostly baby, minini versions, or other colors of the originals in stock. shooky is way too diff from the original design compared to the baby and minini form. and there's no normal original design shooky keychains >:/ on another note, I like koya the most and have a cute, squishy head cushion of his minini design. and mang for the first original head cushion. but no shooky merch until now lol

-🖤

nooo at least you got the shooky!

i don’t think i’ve ever actually been to a kpop merch store.. i always order online but i moved here like right after i started stanning bts and because china- korea relations literally no one comes here ever, even like american/ british artists don’t come here. i think shawn mendez came once but i would have pulled my hair out if i’d gone OH and i was meant to go ruel’s concert here in 2020 i had tickets and everything but then covid hit 😐 so i didn’t get to go and the country has been on strict lock down since february 2020 so no more concerts. i saw BT21 themed stuff in watsons once and was so surprised because it’s like a cosmetic/ skin care store? kind of they sell a lot of things hygiene related

trading seems so scary, but also like going into a store is scary in itself— i think i also have attachments to everything i own so i’d never been able to trade with anyone because i’d be sad about giving stuff away

ooh they have a line store here but it’s all like brown the bear and that bunny, i don’t think they ever had any BT21 merch though 😐 which is really sad so i order it all online again

and my first ever piece of “bts” merch was an RJ notebook that i still have and a tote bag that i bought and i got my friend matching, my parents took me and my brother to japan one summer and they had bts everywhere we were out for lunch and they were playing bts on the tv and then while we were walking someone was playing a butterfly performance and i think that’s the first time i told my parents about bts and still have the tote bag but i used it so much during high school for my PE clothes that i had to buy a new one but this one has just tata on it and he’s holding these flowers— this one’s a little gross though so i might order a new one online but idk which one to pick 😭

and my most favorite piece of bt21 merch— my cooky pillow is the best thing that’s ever happened to me OH and my friend bought me a cooky mug as well once but i left it in the uk so now it’s stranded at my grandparents house until i go back 😭 it was my designated ice tea mug as well 🥲 i don’t think i have any keychains, i have a butter one but nothing bt21

i think for my birthday my mum bought a bt21 duvet cover but it fits my brothers bed not mine 😭

#ask #🖤 anon

[jadequeen88]

Accidental Valentine

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This is my fic for The Citrus Dome Server Lover’s Day Literature Collab! Please go check out The Masterlist and support all of the amazing artists and writers that have contributed.🖤

A/N: WHEW guys... I don’t think I’ve put this much work into a fic EVER. I’ve been feeling pretty bad about my body and wanted to write a reader who struggled with it as well. Who better to boost your confidence than DILF Kiri feeding your praise kink?! I was heavily influenced by this amazing drabble by @rat-suki​ and got permission to use it as my inspiration for this fic.🖤 (for reference, reader is 30 and Kirishima is 42)

Thanks to @afictionalwhore and my dear friend Orchid for the beta read!🖤

RetiredProHero!Kirishima x YoungerF!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

TW: size difference, oral (both receiving), daddy kink, praise kink (lots and lots of praise), TBH the sex is pretty vanilla but very passionate, both are insecure about their bodies.

When you trudged into work this morning, you didn’t ever dream of meeting your childhood idol/crush, but here you are, staring up at a beautiful mountain of a man. Eijiro Kirishima, or retired pro hero Red Riot, had never come into your coffee shop before and you’d never imagined he would. He was huge. Nearly 7 ft tall and built like a brick house. His hair was back to his natural black with flecks of silver at his temples and hung long and wild around his shoulders. He had on a pair of glasses and wore a dark maroon sweater and jeans.

Even though he’s aged, he looks just as handsome as the young man you fell for as a girl.

The year he made his debut, you were only six, and like most other six-year-olds, you idolized the pro heroes. Most of your friends loved Deku or Dynamite, but you always loved Red Riot. His smile, warmth, and his fiercely protective nature made your tiny heart burst with admiration. Throughout his hero career, you kept up with all of his interviews, the battles he’d been in, the awards he’d won, and his hero rankings. You’d also gotten as much merch as possible over the years and still wore your worn-out, oversized Red Riot t-shirt to sleep in. When he retired a couple of years ago, you still scanned articles online trying to gather bits and pieces of information about the hero, but he wasn’t one to seek out the spotlight. You think that’s probably why he’d always been your favorite. He was a true hero. Serving the citizens and keeping them safe was his top priority. You didn’t want to admit it, but you kept up with him for one main reason… You wanted to know if he was seeing anyone.

You remember being eaten up with jealousy when you’d see his arm around another woman going to galas and award ceremonies. Your sixteen-year-old brain knew that of course, he’d date women. He was a grown man and a pro hero. But your heart would ache, wanting to be the one his soft eyes and pointy-toothed grin was fixed on.

Now those same eyes were fixed on you, his mouth moving and forming words, but you were too star-struck to hear what he was saying. When you snapped out of your daze and remembered you were supposed to be taking his order, you were mortified.

“I-I’m so sorry sir! Could you please repeat that?”

“Sure thing!” his bright smile was hypnotizing, “Just a venti-sized flat white. Have you had your coffee yet? Ya looked a little far away there for a second, kid.”

Your heart leaped at the little nickname. “Yeah, sorry about that! I guess I should get a couple of shots of espresso in me before I try to be productive.” You chuckle nervously as you scribble his order on the cup and turn to make his drink.

“Oh, uhh…” he peeks around the counter to get your attention, “Do you need my name? For the order?”

You freeze realizing you forgot basic, barista 101 etiquette…

“Actually,” you face him, a sheepish grin on your face, avoiding eye contact, “I know your name. You… umm, were my favorite hero,” you blush, and your eyes widen in embarrassment, “you know when I was a kid...”

You turn back to your work, kicking yourself for being so awkward. 

“Really? I think you’re the first person to recognize me since ya know,” he circled his head with his pointer finger, “I stopped dying my hair..”

You turned your head to peer up at him through your dark lashes, a light dusting of blush still on your cheeks, “Well, I like it. It looks good on you.”

The retired pro’s heart was bursting at how damned cute you were. Was this pretty, young girl… embarrassed? Over him?! He watched your tiny hands move as they worked on his drink order, wondering how small they’d feel grasped in his massive ones. Your soft hair caught in the sunlight making you look like a literal angel and he sighed. You reached up to grab a canister from the top shelf and a sliver of soft skin between your t-shirt and jeans peeked through. His gaze became far away and he damn near drooled at the sight. Just how long had it been since he’d touched another woman? Kirishima wasn’t one for casual flings. He always got too invested in whoever he was seeing. So when he and his long-time girlfriend broke things off a couple of years ago, he wasn’t rushing back into the dating scene.

However, things were a little more… complicated than just not finding the right girl to commit to. He was getting older and it was starting to show. Over the past few years, he’d lost his confidence. He’s bulkier around the middle no matter what workouts or diets he tries. Overuse of his quirk has caused stretchmarks and scars all over his skin. He was starting to get crow’s feet and he was overall just TOO big and TOO hairy. He felt like some sort of gorilla walking around in human clothing. Kirishima isn’t stupid or trying to fool himself. A young, gorgeous thing like you wasn’t looking for anything from an old, washed-up man like him. But, fuck… It was nearly impossible for him to move his gaze away from your ass… Oh, the things he’d do to you if he were a few years younger...

You turned to look over your shoulder and notice his gaze… and it’s apparent that he’s checking you out. He looks like a man starved, eyes glued to your ass.

“Well, well, well… maybe he wasn’t so annoyed with my fangirling after all.”

When he realized you’d gone still, his eyes met yours and he quickly averted his gaze. His cheeks turned as red as his hair used to be. You busied yourself with the milk steamer to hide your big, goofy grin. With a new burst of confidence, you decide to take a chance and when you go to write his name on his to-go cup, you write

 “Big Red <3” 

You pause, bite your lip, and think to yourself, “why the hell not?” as you scribble your number underneath the nickname. You turn to give him his drink and your nerves almost make you retreat and make a whole new drink. Then he meets your gaze and your world stops spinning. His vermillion eyes crinkle at the edges as his scared lips turn upwards into a syrupy sweet smile.

When Kirishima takes his drink from you, your fingers brush his for the briefest second and he can tell they’re trembling. “Oh no, I hope I haven’t made her nervous or uncomfortable.” He wanted to go crawl in a hole… That was until he saw what you’d written on his cup.

He stammers, looking from the cup to your face like he’s checking to see if you’re pulling a prank on him or not. Before he can say anything, you bite your lip and look up at him. 

“I’m off work this Sunday. Just… if you’d like to hang out or something.” your gaze shifts and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 

After a moment or two, his face lights up in a huge grin. “Y-yeah, great!” he turns and walks a few steps, then turns around and motions at the cup, “So… I should just, ahh… text you?”

You giggle and it’s the sweetest sound he’s heard in a long time, “That would be nice, yeah.”

“Okay, great!... Talk later then!” He waves and leaves the coffee shop, feeling light as a feather and ten years younger.

*****

Sunday rolls around and you spend the morning making sure the place is cleaner than it’s been in weeks. Your place was small but cozy. For a fleeting moment, you’re a little insecure about how modest your apartment is. You don’t know exactly how wealthy pros are when they retire, but you know he’s more familiar with much nicer places than yours. You decide he probably knew just what to expect on a barista’s salary and tried to put it out of your mind. You checked on the cookies baking in the oven. When you found out through your text conversations that he loved chocolate chip cookies with the large chunks of dark chocolate baked in, you went out and bought everything to make them the same day. You kept watching over them like a hawk to avoid burning them. They still looked pretty gooey, so you decided it would be safe to get changed into something a little nicer. Just as you were about to turn the corner into your bedroom, your doorbell rang.

“Shit!” you looked at your phone and sure enough, you let time get away from you. He was here and you were still in your cropped leggings and t-shirt, sporting a messy bun and dirty apron. You groaned as you realized you couldn’t leave him on your doorstep while you changed. Defeated, you hurried to the door.

You opened the door, hoping that you at least didn’t have flour in your hair, and looked up into the much larger man’s eyes. The realization that THE Red Riot was standing this close to you made your stomach flutter and a goofy grin slide across your face. While you stood there star-struck, he broke the silence.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here!”

“Oh!” you jumped a little then promptly ran over to your oven, “Sorry! Please come on in!” you said over your shoulder as you were pulling your oven mitts on. 

Kirishima walked into your cozy apartment and instantly felt at ease. He couldn’t pinpoint just what it was, but something about your place felt more like home than any place he’d ever lived before. As he finished scanning your apartment, his eyes landed on you taking the cookies out of the oven. The comfortable, domestic feel of the place coupled with your ass on full display as you bent down to remove the cookies from the oven had his jeans tightening. You stood up and he averted his gaze before you turned around, not wanting to get caught checking your ass out for a second time.

“Fair warning, I’m not a talented baker by any means,” you removed your oven mitts after placing the cookie sheets on the cooling rack and flashed a sly grin his way, “But when Red Riot tells you what his favorite cookies are… Ya kinda gotta make them, right?”

Oh… If you only knew how pent up this man was… he debated bending you over right then and there and fucking you until you couldn’t walk. He really hit the jackpot with you… a hot, younger woman with the perfect ass who bakes him cookies and for some reason thinks he hung the moon? Kirishima would have given you a ring right then and there if he didn’t think it would scare you off.

“Well,” he radiated warmth as he looked between you and the cookies cooling on the rack, “If you’re not the sweetest thing! I, ahh… might have gotten you a little something too.” he then held up a 6 pack of your favorite cider. “Because when Y/N, L/N tells you what her favorite cider is… Ya kinda gotta get her some.” he winked and you felt your knees buckle and your cheeks burn. You felt like you were in a fairytale.

Then you remembered that the princesses in fairytales definitely did not wear flour-riddled black leggings, old t-shirts, and dirty aprons.

“OH! Umm, I need to go get cleaned up. I’ll only be a minu-” his massive hand wrapped around your wrist as you walked past him. It covered half of your forearm and a shudder ran through you. You wanted those giant hands to roam every inch of your body.

“Please don’t,” his eyes were half-lidded and his voice was low, “...I think you look beautiful like this.” his calloused thumb traced little circles on your skin not meeting your gaze. His deep voice was impossibly tender.

Now that you’d felt his skin on yours, you couldn’t contain your churning desires any longer. You wanted, needed, more. Rising up on your tiptoes, you curled your fist into Kirishima’s shirt collar and pulled his face toward yours.

You felt him tense up for a moment, then relax into the kiss. His massive hands found purchase on your hips, digging into the pliant flesh there. A needy whimper caught in his throat spurring you on to deepen the kiss. 

It was like your bodies were working around each other in perfect harmony… lips parting at a slow pace, like honey dripping from the edge of a spoon and tongues meeting in the middle to taste each other. You both savored the kiss for as long as you could, eyes lazily drifting open and shared breaths causing your hearts to dance out of your chests. 

You saw him falter, his gaze dropping, and you feared that you overstepped. 

“Kirishima I-“

“Ejiro,” he stopped you with a hand against your cheek, “Call me Eijiro…” his thumb caressed your bottom lip slowly, back and forth. His touch held so much devotion in it.

“Eijiro…” you sighed, looking up at him with pleading eyes, “I need you…”

The giant of a man before you swept you up into his arms and began walking down your hallway. You quickly wrapped your arms and legs around his hulking frame as if you were climbing a tree. 

“Second door on the right,” you were panting into his neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over it. 

You blew a cool stream of air along his damp skin and felt him shudder. A giggle bubbled up from your chest at being able to weaken a retired pro-hero known for being a human shield against the worst villains Japan has ever known. Your little stunt resulted in a grunt and a firm, warning squeeze to your thigh.

“So that’s what we’re doing today, huh?” he tosses you on the bed just hard enough to make you bounce up a little… then he’s on you, placing light kisses all along your neck as he prods your sides looking for a ticklish spot. You can’t remember the last time you laughed this hard and the fact that it was your idol drawing it from you made you dizzy with joy.

“Mercy! Mercy!” you were breathless and your abdomen ached from the forceful laughs Ejiro was pulling from you. He blew a raspberry on your neck as a final tease then relented, sitting up to meet your gaze.

You were absolutely smitten. You caressed the lines around his eyes and the scar that split his lips as your eyes roamed across his features. Every crease, every scar… you wanted to kiss them all. When his gaze faltered and he pulled away to sit beside you on the bed, the feeling you’d done something wrong resurfaced. You sat up beside him and placed your hand on his thigh.

“Eijiro…” your voice was barely above a whisper, “I’m sorry, I know I can come on a little strong sometimes, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just…” your eyes meet and his gaze is unreadable.

“No, no…” his ruby eyes drop to the floor, “It’s just that,” he chuckles nervously, “Well, it’s been a while. I’m not very good with casual flings and the like. So I don’t really date much…”

You rise to your feet and move to stand in front of him. Sitting in front of you on your bed, you’re only slightly below eye level with him. You place your tiny hands on his thick thighs and nudge them apart so you can slot your hips between them.

“When I told you that you were my favorite hero,” you reach for his wrist and remove the hair tie from it, “What that actually meant was that I’d watch the news every day just to make sure you were safe.” 

Slender fingers move through his wild mane of silver-flecked hair untangling any knots, “It meant that when that villain with the sludge quirk put you in the hospital for a couple of days, my mom let me stay home from school because I was so distraught,” you pulled all of his untangled hair to the nape of his neck and began wrapping the hair tie around it.

“It meant that my silly sixteen-year-old heart would ache when I saw you hand in hand with a girl in a magazine going out on a date,” you grinned at how silly you felt admitting that. Once his hair was secured in a low ponytail, your hands trailed along his broad shoulders.

“Now that I’ve thoroughly embarrassed myself, I’ll get to the point.” your intense gaze held years of longing for the hero in front of you, “Nothing about this is casual for me.”

Tears pricked the corners of Kirishima’s eyes. Had anyone ever showed him this much tender devotion? All the years he’d taken beating after beating, a glorified human shield, content with leaving most of the game to his friends. He was all rough edges and bulk. He was the one doing the protecting every time. Even in his romantic relationships, he was the one who would give, and give, and give… never asking or expecting to be taken care of. Being handled with such care was utterly foreign to him and it stirred up a deep need he never knew was there.

“Eji…” his glassy eyes met yours, “Can I take care of you?” you sank to your knees, hands sliding up his thighs.

“Please…”

Your hands made quick work of his button and zipper. He shifted his hips upwards to help you ease his jeans down his thick thighs and you pulled his jeans and boxers down in one slow pull. Nothing would have prepared you for just how huge he was. Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second, wondering how you’d get that thing to fit inside your cunt, much less your mouth… but it was something you were eager to find out.

Looking up at him from under your dark lashes, you made a show of lewdly licking your lips. You flattened your tongue and drug the wet muscle from his base right above his neatly trimmed patch of black hair, all the way to the swollen, red tip of his head. You felt the powerful muscles in his thighs clench as his head rolled back and a delicious moan escaped his open mouth. Making your hero come undone with one lick to his cock was intoxicating. 

“Fuck, baby…” Kirishima fisted the sheets praying he wouldn’t come just from your teasing. He’s not sure his pride could handle it. It became a very real threat when he dared to look down at you kissing and licking all up and down his length. Once your mouth had gotten him wet enough, your soft hands joined your warm mouth in worshiping his cock. You met his gaze as you kissed his tip and licked up the pre that was escaping in pearlescent beads. When you had teased him to your contentment, you swallowed him down as deep as your throat would allow, wrapped your hand around his base, and moaned.

Kirishima had many blowjobs in his life. In fact, he’d had some that he would say were pretty amazing… but in all his adult life, he’d never been so thoroughly and enthusiastically devoured like this. He threaded his fingers of one hand in your loose bun and fisted your bed sheets in his other to ground himself. After a minute or two, he felt his release creeping up much faster than he wanted.

He placed his hands on either side of your face causing you to stop bobbing your head and look up at him. He ran his thumb against your swollen bottom lip and you leaned into his tender touch. He bends forward and places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Lay down on the bed,” he whispers into your hair. Nerves starting to catch up to you, you shook slightly as you stood from your spot on the floor. Before you lay down, you remember to take your apron off then lay on your pillows, heart pounding awaiting further instruction.

Kirishima hovers over you reminding you yet again just how tiny you are compared to him. His warm hand covers your knee and slowly travels up your thigh, stopping right before he meets your throbbing core. He runs his hand back down your thigh to gently nudge your knees apart. Leaning on his forearms, he positions himself between your thighs and you gasp at the friction created where your bodies meet. While planting tender kisses on your neck, he whispers, “I need you to promise that you’ll tell me if I need to stop or if something doesn’t feel okay. Can you do that?”

“Y-yes…” you moan as he nibbles on your earlobe, teasing with his sharp teeth but not breaking your skin.

“Mmm,” he places sweet kisses all along your jaw, your breath catching in your throat, “Good girl.”

Receiving praise from him made your chest swell. You wanted nothing more than to please this man you were rapidly falling for. He sat up, legs folded under his body, and slowly slid his hands under the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You felt his hands still on your stomach and looked up from where you were laying on your pillows to see what had made him freeze.

He met your gaze with a devilish grin, “Baby girl…” his thumbs run small circles on your skin, “Did you wear this for me?” 

When you realize what he’s talking about, you hide your face and groan into your hands. You completely forgot that you were still in your old Red Riot t-shirt that you usually slept in. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!” you mumbled behind your palms.

Kirishima chuckled and shushed you, “No, no, no… This is the sexiest thing you could have possibly worn.” He pulls the hem of your t-shirt up to expose your tummy, burying his face in the soft skin there. Gentle kisses were placed all along the waistline of your leggings, every squishy part and every little stretchmark that decorated your skin like tiny spiderwebs were lovingly caressed with his plush lips. Having the part of your body you were the most self-conscious of worshiped like this felt more vulnerable than sex.

As the kisses traveled higher, they became sloppier and more desperate. You lifted your arms to allow him to remove your shirt, exposing your plain white cotton bra. The feel of his stubble against your skin as he moaned into your cleavage sent shivers down your body. Instead of paying attention to your neglected nipples, his warm mouth carved a path up the column of your throat, head thrown back to give him as much access as possible.

Kirishima whispered against the tender skin under your earlobe, “This okay, baby?” two large fingers dip into the front of your leggings. You nod enthusiastically, unable to form a coherent answer, “Mmm… I need words, sweet thing. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes… it’s more than okay,” your chests are touching as he works his hand down the front of your pants.

When Kirishima’s thick fingers slid between your drenched folds, you arched your back and grasped his forearm. Slowly, he spread your slick around, dancing past your clit with each stroke. His teasing was turning you into a whimpering mess underneath him. 

He had all the time in the world and having you melt underneath his touch was the best way he could hope to spend it. After what felt like an eternity of him gently brushing against you, only slightly dipping into your needy hole and barely grazing your clit, you were openly panting and whining. A steady stream of praises flowed from his lips.

“You’re such a pretty girl… such a pretty little pussy.”

“Look at how wet you are for me. Like this, huh? My pretty girl likes my fingers teasing her?”

“I can’t wait to lick my fingers clean. You’re gonna taste so sweet.”

You were so worked up that tears began to form in your eyes, “Eji… I-“

“Hmm? What is it, baby girl? Need something?” His finger drags around your clit slowly, adding a fraction more pressure. 

“Please, I need more Eji,” your nails digging into his forearm were leaving little crescents in his thick skin.

“Sweet girl,” he meets your mouth with a slow, wet kiss, “you can have whatever you want.”

Without hesitation, he sits up and pulls your leggings down with your panties. A groan rattles his large chest when he sees a thread of your slick attached to the crotch. Once his face is buried in between your thighs, it’s a real possibility he might come just from eating you out. 

All the teasing had brought him to the edge as well and he was out of patience. With a few hurried kisses to each thigh, he dove into your dripping cleft. His tongue plunged into your core as he nudged his nose into your puffy clit. 

You cry out and convulse around his face. His arms wrap around your thighs, firmly but gently holding your legs open to give him full access to eat you as thoroughly as possible. When he moves to suck your clit, you know you won’t last much longer. As he nurses on your sensitive nub, you feel the familiar tightening in your lower body. He picks up on this and moans into your skin as he greedily sucks. 

“Ahh… Ahh, I’m- I’m gonna….”

“Oh that’s it,” he encourages you by praising you and massaging your thighs in his massive hands, “let me have it, baby girl. Come on, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Your toes curl and back arches as you’re thrown over the edge. “Oh FUCK!! Coming, coming…. ooooh god… ahh D-daddy!…”

“Daddy, is it? Goddamn”

Kirishima felt his dick twitch and his breath caught in his throat.

He wipes his face on the back of his hands and makes a show of licking his fingers clean as he leans over you, nose touching yours.

“What was that baby?” His voice was strained as he pressed his dick into the warm, damp skin of your thigh…

You bat your lashes and ghost your lips over his as you whisper, “Daddy… please let me ride you. I need you inside me.” The nail in Kirishima’s coffin was when you licked his bottom lip then quickly followed with a chaste kiss.

You waste no time wrapping your thighs around his waist and twisting. He follows your lead and lays flat on his back letting you straddle him. You grab the hem of his shirt and similarly tease him, leaving a trail of kisses along his broad stomach. Kirishima flinches a little, self-conscious of his skin and how soft his middle had gotten over the years. You meet his eyes as you pull his shirt over his broad shoulders and run your hands back down his body. 

“Mmm, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” hands and eyes roamed over the expanse of skin in front of you, “It’s even better than in my dreams.”

He wondered for the hundredth time how got this lucky. You really loved his body? Maybe… maybe he wasn’t in as bad of shape as he thought…

“No,” his hands rubbed your hips, kneading your soft skin, “You’re better than I’d ever hoped to find.” He sits upon the headboard and pulls you closer into his lap, “Now,” he pulls your hair free of the messy bun, “Can you be a good girl and come on my cock?”

You lift your hips and place his tip at your entrance. That alone caused a delicious stretch and you knew it would be a slow process getting him to fit comfortably.

“Yes, Daddy,” your hands wrapped around his neck and he growled as he pulled you into a rough kiss.

“Good fuckin girl.” 

He helped lower you onto his cock with lots of kisses, praises, and gentle squeezes. When you got closer to his base, the pain was too much for a moment. Kirishima used his thumb to rub circles into your clit, shushing you sweetly against your parted mouth. 

“Are you okay, baby?” He brushes your hair off your sweaty forehead with his free hand while his other is still working your clit over.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper, “You fill me up so well. I love your massive cock filling me up.”

“You’re gonna make me crazy, you know that? Huh?” He pulls your lower lip into his mouth and sucks. You both sit for a while, exchanging kisses and whispers while you adjust to his girth.

“Are you ready to move now, sweet girl?” 

“Yes, Daddy…” he helps you move, dragging your hips up and down his shaft.

After a few deep thrusts, you both increase your pace, matching each other’s movements. It’s not long before your head is thrown back, tears escaping the corners of your eyes. Loud moans and curses escape your mouth as one nipple is pulled into Kirishima’s mouth.

“Oh, Daddy! Fuck, fuck! Right there, right there… I… I’m… AHH!” Before you can even say anything, you’ve come undone, spasming around his cock. 

“Oh, good girl, good fuckin girl,” you go limp and bury your face into his neck while he slams your hips onto his, chasing his release. The feeling of him using your body to get off makes you dizzy with joy. You lean into his ear whispering, “Please come inside me. Wanna feel you come inside me, Daddy… please, need your come inside me, Daddy.” 

Your slurred pleas against his ear send him over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm. As he comes down from his high and looks into your face full of adoration, he knows he’s caught… hook, line, and sinker. 

*****

The rest of the evening is spent eating cookies on your couch, drinking cider, and watching your favorite crime drama. The sweet kisses and touches sprinkled throughout the night feel so natural… Like you’ve been together for years instead of hours. 

You end up with Kirishima’s head in your lap, running your fingers through his hair as he closes his eyes and relaxes into your touch. The clock on your wall reads 12:30 am and it dawns on you what day it officially is.

“Eji?”

“Hmm?” He opens one eye and reaches up to scratch your scalp. 

“Will you be my valentine?” You bite your bottom lip to stifle a silly grin.

He sits up and pulls you into a bear hug. 

“What kinda silly question is that? Of course. I don’t ever want another valentine besides you.”

Your heart explodes and you kiss him, grabbing his cheeks in both hands. 

“Sixteen-year-old me is absolutely losing her shit right now,” you giggle, rubbing his nose with yours.

“Well,” he grabs your ass and raises an eyebrow, “Forty-two-year-old me is losing his shit right now over finding such a sweet girl with such a sweet ass on her,” he nips at your neck and you squeal.

“Ooh, you ready for another round, old man?”

He growls and throws you over his shoulder. A swift spank to your ass causes you to burst into a fit of laughter. 

“Oh, so I’m dealing with a brat now? You want me to show you what this old man does to little brats?” He squeezes your thighs as he makes his way to the bedroom. 

“But I’m your good girl! Remember?!”

“Yeah, yeah… We’ll see about that.”

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha smut #kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima x reader #eijirou kirishima #kirishima smut #dilf!kiri #tw praise kink #tw daddy kink #vanilla #body insecurity tw #jade writes smut

[zeta-in-de-walls]

Hey dears, just a reminder! Don’t donate to big streamers. They do not need your money. They are rich celebrities. 

I know we love the idea of giving money to starving artists to support their work but these streamers are not that. Apparently Tommy can earn $1500/hour and that’s still not enough to tempt him to stream more because he does not need the money. He already has enough to live very comfortably or do what he wishes. 

Even if a streamer donates much of their money, there’s no reason to give to them. Twitch is very inefficient about how much money directly goes to the streamer anyway so much of your money is just going to amazon. If you really feel passionate about a cause, donate to it directly. 

Last week Dream did a subathon of sorts where one sub was a second of stream. A sub costs $5 I think so that means Dream was literally charging $300/minute. 

You are not less of a fan or less a part of the community if you don’t give them money. I’ve never donated a penny nor bought any merch and people still see me as a Tommy fan. 

#meta #discourse

[kiriska]

I reviewed the Denik sketchbook a while back. The tl;dr was that it has some of the best paper I’ve seen in a sketchbook since the Punctuate (RIP). I bought a bunch when they were on sale but then decided to go through the rest of my stash of Punctuate sketchbooks to tear off the bandaid of them being discontinued.

Pokemonathon was a challenge back in the Livejournal days to draw the all of the first 151 Pokemon in order. I completed this challenge in 2009. As has probably been obvious, I haven’t really felt like drawing much in the last couple of years, but drawing Pokemon has always been easy and fun, so I wanted to revisit Pokemonathon…but do gen 2. Bulbasaur here is just a warm-up, I guess!

Pokemonathon Gen 2 was actually being started by a few folks right around when people started abandoning LJ in droves. I never properly got started, though I did the starters and Vees in the same style as my gen 1 Pokemonathon for con merch.

A proper go at Pokemonathon Gen 2 is a perfect excuse to use one of the Denik sketchbooks in parallel with my current “everything” sketchbook. We’ll see how Pokemonathon goes this time, lol. I remember losing interest around Machamp last time, but Johto doesn’t really have any weak designs (g2 best gen don’t @ me).

If you’d like to try a Denik sketchbook (referral link) for yourself, you can use the code KIRISKA for 15% off, too. :>

It’s weird to promote products when I get an obvious kickback from purchases, but I reviewed and bought a ton of these before I had a referral to promote, so probably I genuinely like these. 🤔

Stickers on my sketchbook are by Kelly Latham (mushrooms), Forever Softcore (skunk), and others (pls, artists, put your name on stickers so I remember who you are; it's not obtrusive to have a name on the edge!!!!).

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[romiantic]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒕𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒙 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓!𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌!𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ࿐ྂ

彡 ❛ 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 ❜

彡 𝗳𝘁. ryota kise

彡 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff with very little angst

彡 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.3k

彡 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: suggestive theme at the end

彡 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: all characters are 18+. also can we talk about how BOMB this song is 🤧 y’all sleepin on this song fr

·˚ ༘ੈ✩‧₊˚ ╰┈➤ ❛❛ 𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘿𝙊 𝙄𝙏 ❜❜

❝ 𝐘/𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐘𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐔𝐏! You have two minutes till showtime.” Your manager, AKA, older brother, barged and announced to you like he didn’t update you almost five minutes ago.

You did your usual of sucking your teeth and rolling your teeth every time he barged in and interrupted your call, you replied with annoyance in your tone, “AJ I know! Can you wait a minute? Damn, so impatient for absolutely no reason.”

“I’m sorry who’s the one with hundreds of thousands of fans screaming their name and waiting for their ass outside? Me or you? Oh okay. Anyways, end yo little call with yo boyfr-”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” You interrupted, becoming irritated with your brother and simply wanted him to shut the fuck up. A great manager and brother, yet way too uptight for his job.

AJ rolled his eyes and muttered something but you flipped him off and pretended not to hear him until he left your dressing room. You gave your attention back to your phone, giving a cheeky smile to the blonde boy on your screen. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a nervous look growing on you but from what you could tell, he was choosing what shirt to wear to his photoshoot. Leaving him to be seen with a no top on and a pair of denim jeans.

Though it was typical to see your best friend’s exposed upper body, it was a sight you never got used to. His well-toned body, results from years of playing basketball in middle and high school, making your face hot, adding on to the nervousness you were already facing from your upcoming performance. Along with the pearly white smile he flashed at you creating a sick feeling in your stomach, something that you made you clench onto it and try to ignore. Now was not the time to be drooling over your best friend, who interrupted your stare with a laugh and said, “Are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna take a picture?”

Of course, he’d ruin it with some cocky line like that, you rolled your eyes and sucked your teeth. “Boy calm down, ain’t nobody wanna was staring.”

“Your nervous face said otherwise.”

“Akekeke, don’t you have a photoshoot to go to?”

Kise replied with the same energy as yours, “And don’t you have a performance to go to?”

You held up a finger to a screen then crossed your arms, “Aht aht, don’t worry about me now. Worry about yo lil pictures with that famous ass Russian model.” You wanted to roll your eyes just thinking about the brought-up woman but it would make it seem like you’re being jealous for no reason.

Kise let out a small laugh, adoring the irritated look that was starting to creep up on your face. “Somebody sounds jealous.”

You rolled your eyes and let out a scoff, “Oh please, like I would be.” You looked at the time on your watch and noticed it was about one minute until your performance. Your eyes widened at the time and hurried, you quickly ended the call with Kise, “Shit, fuck! I gotta go perform but I’ll call you back when I’m done.”

“And I’ll be waiting for you beautiful when you get back.” The golden-eyed boy winked at you yet you cringed and scrunched your face. “You’re so fucking corny Kise.” You hung up the call, grab any other pieces missing from your outfit, and headed out of your dressing room.

You traveled quickly around backstage, passing by many coworkers and background dancers waiting for you, to head into the small tunnel for artists to come out on stage. You stopped at the exit and gulped as you scanned the stage. An outside arena with hundreds of thousands of fans cheering your name, waiting for your appearance.

Usually, you would be at ease with concerts this large but for some reason this time is different. Unknowing the reason nor cause, you started to feel anxious, your hands mildly shaking and your throat going dry.

There was something in the back of your mind attempting to not make you perform, something telling you to not do it, it won’t be good, people will hate you. A voice there to influence thoughts, hoping that you would fall into the trap and just give up on singing. Though of course, you wouldn’t listen to that voice, that voice always lingered around whenever you were brought to perform, no matter where you were.

The only thing to distract you and keep you safe from that tiny voice is someone who you’ve longed to love. One who just settles your nerves, bringing comfort, and removing all anxious thoughts. One who would deem you as one of the greatest artists he’s ever listened to, maybe it’s opinionated but he loves you too much to disagree.

The now dawdling thought of his soft voice whenever he spoke or his flirtatious nature when you two joked around made a familiar feeling grow greater than before. Something replaced the anxiousness that was growing, a feeling that replaced the nervousness and calmed your shaky hands. Something that was the thought of Ryota Kise, he was like the medicine to all the pain you’ve suffered. A remedy to your anxiety, one of the many causes of the cheeky smile social media often sees you with.

Someone who you grew up and spent all your life with, always noticing how protective he was of you or the way he hummed one of your pre-recorded tracks that he was the only one to listen to. Celebrating one of your songs had hit #1 on the Billboard chart and the way he helped out whenever you hit writer’s block.

Every single thing, noticeable or not, made you grown to love the boy, starting from a platonic, playground friendship blooming to many years of trying to figure out if you are romantically in love with him. Growing familiar feelings of butterflies mixed with the thought of just wanting to cup his face and kiss him whenever he was around.

Just the ultimate feeling of wanting to be buried in the blonde boy’s arms and explain the blooming love for him made you want to sing the song you wrote for him. A new single that you never wanted to put out since you wanted only Kise to hear it, including that the song was your way of telling him what you felt all these years.

Though something changed your mind, something in your brain told you to tell everyone around you that you’re singing solo, no backup singers or dancers, only you on that stage. In this performance, you just had to do it yourself, nothing but you, the stage, and the microphone.

Everyone was confused by the last-minute change of plans but went along with it. They rescheduled it to where your first “official” song to start the concert with was right after your solo performance. You gave thanks to your team and took some deep breaths. You made sure your Bluetooth set was on and working properly in your ear, AJ handed you a mic and brushed off any wrinkling from your outfit and any smoothed out your hair. Uptight about his job yet made sure his little sister was looking the greatest for her performances.

You took deep breaths again, shook off any bad nerves, and walked on stage. The already excited crowd enraged and their volume expanded as they saw you stand before them. Everyone waving their signs that said, “I love you y/n!!” or “Y/N is so beautiful!” You waved to the audience and stopped at the middle of the stage, walking closer to the front of the stage as well.

You turned on the mic and tapped it to see if it was working, “Mic check one two, can you guys hear me?” The crowd immediately responded yes, you continued on to talk to them, “Okay good, have been getting technical difficulties with my mic and I really don’t feel like switching mics three times. Anyways, afternoon to all my lovely fans who made it out here or to those that are watching me live. I love you all and thank you for supporting me, I truly am grateful for every single one of y’all.” Everyone screamed out how much they love you and adore you, showing off their merch that they bought and waving the homemade posters.

You smiled at their response and cleared your throat as you introduced the song, “Thank you, I love you too. This first song is one that has been sitting too comfortably in my heart. A piece that came from genuine emotions and feelings I’ve tried to bury yet couldn’t no matter how hard I tried. It’s something that I never planned on dropping but I just felt like the world had to hear what I had to say. Hopefully, you guys enjoy it cause I did when I was writing this song at two in the morning before I snuck into the studio and recorded it. Was it worth it? Definitely. Now I may introduce to you, Not Another Love Song. A contradicting title isn’t it?”

You took a large breath in and out, you took a position as you waited for the beat to drop. As soon as you heard the familiar melody start, you sang, “I don’t wanna mess this up, could it be too much to say I’m in?”

The crowd lowered down and became silent to hear your new single, grasping the beautiful new lyrics you were singing and just vibing along with it.

You yourself were placing emotion as you sang, not noticing how proudly you sang the chorus or how you were smiling at the crowd the entire time. One thing was clouding your mind to even pay attention to those details, the same thing that more than likely pushed you to sing the song.

As you sang, the feelings for your best friend grew stronger, butterflies in your stomach, and the deprivation of his touch grew on you. Not even realizing how much you missed him until you turned initially to smile at AJ and your team yet saw a familiar face appear as well. You questioned it but then turned back to continue singing to the audience, only thinking that mind is playing games with you.

“I'm finna take my time, my mind, my rules. This ain't no crimе makin' love to you, though you ain't say this. But I had a hard time waitin' for you, boy. Like ooh, boy, you, boy. Got me where you want, just gotta say and it's on, it's like, ooh, boy, do you know you got me like where do you go when you're alone?”

As you sang, you noticed the crowd growing silent, their eyes widening, and their jaws dropping. You were utterly confused at was catching their attention, you turned to your team and your brother pointed behind, giving you a goofy smile as well.

You turned around to what was the cause of this silent commotion and right along with everyone else, your jaw drop and your eyes widened. The flirtatious, handsome model that everyone knew of was standing in front of you with a bouquet of roses in his hand. He walked up to you and smiled greatly, closing in the large gap between the both of you.

Seeing him walk closer to you made you want to say forget concert and sing the rest to him. Half of your feeling was already poured out, not even knowing he was listening to all of it. You didn’t think he would even be here since he had a photoshoot, not standing on an outside stage with a bouquet of roses and dressed in casual attire.

He handed you the roses and kissed your forehead, telling you, “Alone with you, away from the world, where else would I be when I’m alone?”

No response came from you, not even a single gasp or a sniffle to signify that you might cry. The way you responded to his presence was something that shocked the arena, everyone watching you on live, your team, and even the two of you yourself. Who would’ve thought you would be bold enough to grab his face and kiss him right then and there? You snaked your arm around his waist and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. He responded back by wrapping his hands around your shoulders and hugging you tightly, holding onto you to make sure you wouldn’t separate from him.

You pulled back from the kiss and smiled, softly combed his blonde hair, and expressed, “I love you, Kise.” Saying his name like it was something you’ve been aching to say, a name that you’ve buried away yet brought out today. A name that sounded so lovely and romantic when you say it.

Kise expressed as well, “I love you too y/n. I’ve always loved you and I will never stop loving you.” He kissed you again, he removed his hand from your shoulders and trailed around to find your hands. He removed your hands from his waist and instead intertwined them with his.

He felt you smile when he held your hand and smiled back. He stated in between kisses, “You know I’m staying on this stage to hear you finish that song right?”

“It’s fine, I need someone to do my next performance on anyways.” He looked at you and you did nothing but wink and mischievously smiled at him. Kise had a small idea of what he could expect but suppressed it to enjoy the soft moment he wanted between the both of you. A moment that he’ll never forget and a concert that will always be remembered for everyone around you.

彡 it’s like 5 am and I’m tired 🦧 the only thing that kept me up was the fact that I don’t have school plus I loveeeeee kise

彡 also the show olivia

彡 I don’t think I ever mentioned to y’all how much I love his ass but now is definitely not the time 😁

彡 I’m convinced if it silent black hair blue eye powerful men weren’t my type, cocky and flirtatious ones would be runner up

彡 anyways hope you guys enjoy + pleaseee listen to the song, I highly recommend plus ella mai is VERY underrated

bye babes, drink your water, stay hydrated, and remember that you are the baddest bitch on the planet 🥰 no matter what ANYONE says

𝐏𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝟏𝟖:𝟑𝟎 💗

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