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euphoricfilter · 1 year

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hi <33 i just read your yandere jeongguk fic and immediately rushed to see if your requests are still open. (i'm thanking all the gods and the stars that they are😭)

you're so talented and creative, and i'm really hoping you'll accept my prompt. if you're willing, could you please write a non-idol smutty, possessive and jealous yoongi fic?? maybe with a slight age gap? thank you for sharing all your work with us!! have a great day/night <333

𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭:

pairing: brothers best friend! yoongi x f. reader

genre: fluff || pwp || non-idol au || age-gap au || brother’s best friend au ||

summary: your brother’s best friend isn’t too happy when you come home with a lipstick stain on your chest, and has no issue about reminding you who you truly belong to.

word count: 2.8k

tags/ warnings: porn without plot, fluff, secret relationship, mild age-gap (5-6 years) smut in the forms of: oral (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex (this is fiction, don’t be stupid), breeding kink (but she’s on the pill so no babies yet), exhibitionalism? kinda because they fuck in the living room with other people in the house, multiple orgasms, creampie, cockwarming by the fire

notes: thank you so much my darling!! i hope you have a good day/ night too!! it’s all smut, there is a hint of plot but it’s minimal. this is my first time writing pwp so idk how i feel about it :’(

requests rules can be found here || my masterlist

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“You’re home late”

You pause; eyes meeting Yoongi’s gaze, always calculating. Always watching each little move you made until you were squirming, almost begging him to look away— your cheeks flushed red and voice barely above a whisper. And all he had to do was look at you.

If eyes are the windows to the soul then Min Yoongi’s windows have the curtains drawn shut— he had you figured out the minute the two of you met, and it’s taken over a decade for you to even remotely figure him out. And even now, both adults, you really could never figure out what he was thinking.

It’s the frigid caress of the winter wind on the back of your neck that has you shutting the front door. Careful not to slam it shut, assuming everyone but your brothers best friend was already asleep if the lack of lights on from the windows outside was any indication.

You stomp your feet to rid of any snow as you shrug your jacket off. Hanging it on the overcrowded hooks, evidence of another family living with you as you only pray it doesn’t fall.

“It was one of my friends’ birthdays” you explain, dropping to the floor in front of the fire. Skin tingling at the drastic change of temperature, your cheeks still a little red from the bitter weather outside (though it may also have to do with the man sat before you)

Your brother was home for the holidays, along with Yoongi and his parents. It had become a tradition over the years that both families gathered for the winter break— they took “the more the merrier” very seriously. And it wasn’t all that surprising for one of your families to stay over the others’ until new year.

“Looks like you had fun” his tongue wets his lips, book long forgotten on the arm of the chair as his eyes flit down your body.

Your fingers run over your collarbone, his eyes lingering a little longer than proper.

“It’s just my friend, she gets a little touchy when drunk” you wave him off, lipstick stain smudging under your thumb as you rub at the skin, no real force behind the action.

“Touchy?” Yoongi laughs.

“Mhmm” you smile up him.

And Yoongi groans, head tipping back as he readjusts himself in his sweats.

“Baby, the things you do to me” he tilts his head, eyes meeting your own. “Always a little minx”

“What do I do to you?” you dare ask, fingers toying with the hem of your sweater.

“That’s a loaded question, darling” his smile is lazy, hips rolling languidly up into his palm; short lived relief enough for him to stay sat on the chair.

“I can handle it” you reassure him. That gentle smile that tempts him time and time again, that gentle smile that he wants to kiss off your lips until you’re moaning his name, any thought of another man off your mind until you’re wholly consumed by him; and him alone.

“Bad things” he groans, not missing the way your eyes flit down to his lips, fingers fiddling and he knows you’re trying your hardest not to look at his cock— straining heavily against the fabric of his underwear.

“How bad?” you whisper.

“Very bad. You make me wanna do bad things, darling” he pushes himself to the edge of the chair.

You stay rooted in your place, and Yoongi thinks you look pretty on your knees; maybe prettier if you were between his legs.

“What sort of bad things?” you prod.

“Like fucking you silly” he leans forwards.

He watches your thighs clench, eyes widening a little at how blunt he was.

“Oh?” he croons, “You like the sound of that?” he asks, slipping off the chair.

“Yes” you nod, still unsure in yourself as you let his hands graze over your neck; unsure what to do with your own.

His thumb brushes over the lipstick stain, “You know I hate other people touching you, doll” his fingers dig into the skin, your breath coming out alongside a shudder.

“I told her not to” you tell him, lips pouty. And Yoongi leans forwards to kiss it away, ever so gentle that you fall into him. Early trying to deepen the kiss as he pulls away, lips tugged into a ghost of a smile.

“Yeah?” he whispers against your lips, “Did you tell her you have a boyfriend? One that doesn’t like to share?”

Your eyes fall shut when he presses wet kisses along the length of your jaw, his hands slipping under your sweater; rough skin caressing your bare back.

You tug at his shirt, and Yoongi pulls away from your neck to let you pull it over his head. He follows suit, tugging your sweater off before his lips find your neck, teeth nipping over your collarbone.

A hand clamps over your mouth, moan muffled by Yoongi as he sucks on your skin. He pulls away with a wet pop, thumb running over his bottom lip as he eyes his work.

“You’re gonna have to keep quiet, baby. Don’t want anyone waking up now, so we?” he pulls his hand away from your mouth, “Okay?”

“I know” you whisper, suddenly aware of everyone sleeping upstairs.

“Good girl.”

You flop back onto the floor, hair sprawled out on the carpet as Yoongi braces his arms on either side of your head.

“Yoongi” you smile up at him.

“Yeah?” he leans down to press another kiss to your jaw.

“Need you” your hands fumble with the waistband of his sweats, knuckles brushing over his cock.

Yoongi groans, muffled as he shoves his face into your neck. Goosebumps prickle your skin as his warm breath brushes over your shoulder, your hips rolling upwards— desperate for any kind of friction, any sort of relief.

“Yeah?” he grunts, helping you pull your jeans off, panties soon to follow, and you don’t bother to look where he throws them.

“Please” you whine, hands taking a hold of his face as you bring him in for another kiss, the heat of the fire melting your lips, moulded into one, so close that you don’t know where you end and he starts.

You mouth falls open into a breathy moan when a teasing fingers runs over your slit, your hole clenching around nothing as he teases over your clit. Touch so gentle you could barely feel it, pleasure like thin stardust as it fizzles through your body.

Your hips roll upwards, tempting him to give the release you so crave. You both pull away finally, breathing heavy as your chests connect. Hearts in sync with one another— and truly, Yoongi knows you’re his. Knows that your hearts are wrapped with a think red string and that you’ll always fall back into his arms. His love, his reason to breathe, his soul melded with yours that he couldn’t begin to imagine another woman underneath him.

Your fingers tug at the clasp of your bra, fingers a little shaky as adrenaline pumps through your body. Somewhere in the back of your mind still aware that anyone could walk down those stairs any moment and see the two of you.

Your hands find their way to your tits, tugging at your nipples as they begin to pebble— as Yoongi works his way down your body, trail of kisses following him. Lips barely there, though they feel searing against your skin. Printed in invisible ink that you’ll trail your fingers over later when you’re alone; a secret message left for you from him.

He kisses over your mound, fingers parting your lips before he licks a long stripe up to your clit. Your hand flies over your mouth, chocked moan bubbling up your throat as he repeats the action.

“Yoongi” you whisper, one hand tangling in his hair as his lips close around your clit. Your thighs twitch when his teeth graze over the bundle of nerves, eyes squeezing shut as a lick of pleasure wracks over your body.

You feel a finger prod at your hole, teasing the entrance before he slowly dips into you. You bite down on the skin of your arm as his tongue flicks over your clit, finger curling, before he’s pulling it out.

You barely feel the stretch of a second finger as he plunges it into you, the lewd squelch of your sodden pussy drowned out by the crackling of the firewood.

Your back arches, Yoongi pulling you closer into his face by one of your thighs. You feel him gently tug at your clit with his teeth, fingers expertly curling up into you; the slow build of your orgasm rising within your stomach.

Your thighs begin to shake, clamping around Yoongi’s head as he pulls his fingers out of you. Instead, replacing them with his tongue while his slick-coated thumb flicks over your clit in tight little circles.

You bite down on the skin of your arm as you feel the pressure of your orgasm reach its peak, Yoongi doesn’t need to ask if you’re close— knowing you were seconds from tipping over the edge as your cunt dribbles slick over his chin.

Your thighs to continue to shake around his head as you reach your orgasm. Your hand falls over your mouth, hiccup of a moan hard to contain as Yoongi continues to flick your clit, helping you ride out your high as the white behind your eyelids seems to fizzle to black.

Yoongi watches you tremble when he brings his face away from your soaked cunt. And you dare look down at him, light of the fire catching the sheen of your cum on his lips and chin as he smiles up at you; his fingers continuing to toy with you clit.

“Too much” you try to squirm away, his arm laying heavy over your waist to keep you down.

You feel yourself fall into another orgasm, buzzing overstimulation on your clit pulling you into a less intense but just as pleasurable high that has tears prickling your eyes.

“Yoongi” you snivel, mouth falling open into a silent moan, Yoongi not letting up on your poor clit.

Another dribble of arousal is pushed out of your clenching pussy, walls pulsating around nothing as you squirm, toeing Yoongi away from you— and finally stopping his unrelenting thrumming on your swollen clit.

Your next breath comes out jittery, hand held over your cunt as Yoongi licks his lips.

“You’re mean” you whine up at him, clit still buzzing with pleasure as the soft skin of your palm brushes over it.

“Can’t help it, your pretty little pussy is too addictive” he drawls, hands running over your sides to try and quell the slight tremble.

“Think you can take my cock?” he asks, wary of how sensitive you’ll be.

“Yeah” you nod, hand trailing back up your body to tug at your nipples as Yoongi pulls his sweats down.

You watch his cock spring free, pearly pre-cum smeared on his lower stomach, wet slap making you cringe.

He leans down, hand tugging at his length as he presses another kiss to your lips, drinking in your moan when you taste yourself on his tongue.

He kisses the corner of your mouth when he runs the head of his cock through your folds, cock slicked up with your arousal before he’s nudging the head against your entrance.

“You ready for me?” he murmurs against your skin, smiling when you hum.

Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer and he angles the head of his cock right over you cunt before he’s pushing in. The head pops inside with little resistance, and Yoongi has to bite back a moan as your walls clench around the tip of his cock.

You pull him in further, your boyfriend pushing his hips forward slowly before gently pulling back. Slowly, agonisingly, feeding you each inch of him until he’s buried to the hilt.

You revel in the feeling of being so full, cunt sporadically clenching around his length as he starts to pull out; gentle drag of his cock against your walls enough to bring you to a third orgasm of the night.

It wouldn’t be hard to make you cum again, not when your pussy was so sensitive after two consecutive orgasms. And Yoongi is kind enough to leave your clit be as he starts up a pace he’s happy with. Hand covering your mouth as you start to moan, fingers gripping your jaw and he worried he’ll bruise you.

Yoongi’s hips snap forwards before he’s pulling back until only the tip of cock is nestled inside of you before he’s ramming back into you again.

You feel his balls slap against your ass, squeaky moans tumbling off your tongue like honey that he licks from between your lips as he bends you in half, knees pushed up next to your shoulders.

You can’t help the red that stains your cheeks when you hear how wet you are, each brutal thrust of Yoongi’s cock ramming into you followed by a wet squelch as your cunt weeps around him.

“I’m close” you manage to squeeze out, eyes falling shut as your mouth opens, only Yoongi is clamping his hand over it moments later when he can see the moan ready to drip off your lips.

You’re the image of pure sin underneath him, nails digging into his arms as his hips continue to slap against your ass, and it’s a wonder as to how no one seems to have woken up.

“Me too, baby. Together okay?” he grunts, hands grabbing onto any part of you he can hold.

“Inside” you whine, “Cum inside me please”

“Yeah?” he grunts, “Like the idea of me putting a baby into you huh?” his laugh is mean, “What would your parents say? What would they think when you tell them you’re pregnant?”

“Probably ask whose baby it is” your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him close enough for you to kiss over his jaw.

“Yeah? And whose fucking baby would it be?”

“Yours” you cry, body being pushed up the carpet with each harsh thrust, your arousal starting to dribble down Yoongi’s balls. Each wet slap of them against your ass a lewd reminder of how wet you truly were for this man. “I’d tell them it’s yours” you sob.

“Yeah you will”

His hips start to stutter, thrusts less calculated, sloppier and he reaches his high. You feel his cock twitch and Yoongi smashes his lips against your own, more teeth than tongue, when his fingers find their way back to your clit; a cry being ripped from your throat at the harsh press of a finger against your swollen bud.

Your body trembles, Yoongi pushing his cock as far into you as he can before he’s cumming. Thick cum painting your walls white as he holds you close.

You shake through your own orgasm, tugging his hand away from your clit when you feel the overstimulation become painful, thighs shaking in the aftershock of it all.

Yoongi barely pulls out before he’s thrusting back into you, a foamy ring of white surrounding the base of his cock as he gently rocks into you.

You don’t bother telling him to stop, each electric thrum of overstimulating pleasure of his cock dragging against your walls too delicious to let up on.

Yoongi feels your walls rhythmically clenching around his slowly softening cock; and he’s gentle as he pulls the both of you to sit up— making sure he was still nestled deep inside of you as his hands run over your back.

Both of your skin shine in a sheen of sweat, bodies sticky as you flop into his chest. Your toes burning as they get to close to the fire.

“When are we gonna tell them?” you whisper, breath tickling Yoongi’s bare chest when you yawn.

“Whenever you’re ready sweetheart” his fingers run through your hair, catching in a knot and you wince at the pain. Though he feels you clench at it, he chooses not to comment. That was a discussion for another day.

For now he needed to get the both of you cleaned up, and you into bed before someone wandered downstairs wondering what all the noise was. Though he thinks that can wait a while, more than happy with you flopped against his chest while his cock stay impaled into your cunt; cum filled and swollen. Nothing a few kisses can’t fix and maybe his tongue in the shower.

“Maybe new year” you shrug, “I’m sorry about my friend kissing me” you peer up at him through his lashes.

He simply hums, “Just don’t let it happen again, fucking hate how touchy all your friends are” he grunts, “You’re mine, y’know?”

“I know” you giggle, wincing a little when you jostle his cock inside of you, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek in apology.

And you let him off this one time, his smile too bright for you to even dare tease him about it when the atmosphere was so cozy.

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sadie-the-dragon-slayer · 8 months

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Self / Independent Learner's Guide to Language Learning From Zero

-a mini study plan I used this for Spanish, French and Italian, it is my favourite way of starting to learn. It won't teach you the langauge but if this is your first time, if you feel confused and don't know where to begin, this is for you! -this is kinda romance langauge based but might give you ideas if you are learning from a different family too -this is very notebook / writing based since i prefer learning that way Step 1: Preperation

First of all, ask yourself "do i already have some amount of immersion in this langauge?" As humans, we learn from immersion a lot. Songs, but especially visual media is incredibly heplful. I never studied japanese but after watching a few animes i picked up 5-10 random words. Passive vocabulary, being familiar to most common words will be your biggest friend. If the answer is no, before start studying ANYTHING do some immersion. e.g. I watched dix pour cent for French and learned arrêt which means stop because characters were shouting to each other all the time.

After making sure you have some immersion or if you already have some, PREPARE YOUR RESOURCES. Make a file in your computer, reblog tumblr posts, save links. Search for pdfs in google. (x language a1 pdf / x langauge a1 grammar book / x language a1 reading) Free PDF's and and useful websites. The more the merrier. Why? Because when you actually start learning you will slowly realise them half of them are not actually useful, too advance, too simple, not in your preffered style etc. You will en up using same handful amount of resources again and again but before that, you have to TRY EVERYTHING. You are unique and so will be your learning process.

Google x language A1 curriculum. (you can try adding "pdf" at the end of sentence as well) It "probably/ hopefully" exists. If you can't find that way, learn which offical exam is necessary (e.g. for French it's DELF/DALF, in english there is IELTS and so many more) If you are lucky, you can find a langauge teaching enstitute's curriculum and you can find in what order they teach things. This was very helpful for me because sometimes you don't know what to study next, or just want to visualise what do you need to learn, it is helpful. I printed one out and paste it to the back cover of my notebook. You won't need this one YET. I'll explain in a second. Keep reading.

Get a notebook. I don't prefer books while learning from zero because it will be filled with vocabulary you don't know. My pereference is no squares no lines empty ass notebook and colorful pens. I'm a person of shitty doodles. I love to draw and visualise things. It really helps my brain. In A1, your knowledge is absouletly zero and your brain is about the explode with realising GREAT MASS of knowledge you need to learn in order to be "fluent" . So keep things away from being "too much" if you want to avoid a burnout.

Set a timer. If you want to avoid burnout, the secret is always quit when you feel like you can go another round happily. Quit when you are dopamine high. If you study too much, next day you'll wake up tired, want to rest etc. and make it harder for you to create a habit. I did this mistake with French by studying 4-5 hours everyday for around 30 days. I completed my challenge, completly quit and then didn't come back for MONTHS.

You will be re-studying A LOT. Language learning is repetition. You will start by studying "the A1 curriculum". But, because this is your first time your focus will be on the vocabulary and general comprehension. You are trying to re-wire your brain, and learn a different way of thinking and living. It's not easy. It will take time. It will be painful at times. But it is 100% worth it.

After you finished studying your curriculum, you'll take a short break and then study the curriculum AGAIN. For a second time. Because you already know the basics, this time you will be able to focus more on the little things you weren't able to comprehend the last time. e.g. articles or whatever little frustaring thing your langauge has. Also focus more on basic prononciation and especially reading aloud. Find a realistic text-to-reader. Copy-paste a text. Listen and repeat.

Get a new Youtube and Instagram account dedicated to langauge study. How many good resources exists and where they are is really depens on which langauge you are learning. For english, youtube is better. For French, instagram is better. You have to see for yourself. If you get a seperate account for your langauge algorith will learn faster and you won't be distracted by other stuff. Short form engaging videos are the best for absolute beginners. Re-watch things and try to repeat them out loud. It's called shadowing and is your future best friend.

If you want to learn how to speak, you first need to how to write. If you can't write sentences without looking at google translate (or reverso) you won't be able to make up sentences in your head. If you want to learn how to write, your first need to learn how to read. You need to start in this order but also don't be perfectionist. Do it even if you do it wrong. They will be fixed eventually and won't stick. Record yourself speaking even if the text you are reading is 90% google translated. Why? Beacuse speaking will enhance your vocabulary in a way no other thing can and that's the core of reading. So this isn't a linear thing. It's actually a circle!

Step Two! Ok, Sadie, i got my notebooks and read through all the warnings where do i start? *First page: [] means written is target langauge

[x notebook] x= your target langauge

Add something cute and make you feel happy to open up the notebook. It can a drawing, a picture, anything. First page is your entrance to your new home. Make it welcoming.

*[My name is X. I am Y years old. I live in Z.] *Greetings. Main articles if there are any. Yes, no, please, thank you. *What is your name, what do you do for living, how are you, where are you from, how old are you, how many langauges do you speak, numbers from 0-100. If there are multiple way of saying these things and probably there are, just write one. You will eventually learn others. Baby steps. *write a basic ass text of two people having a conversation asking and answering these questions.

*the alphabet and how to pronounce the letters. basic letter combinations that change into a different sound. a youtube video about this 100% exists.

*personal pronouns and if there is a "am/is/are" verb the conjugation of it. (in spanish there is two unfortunately) *artciles and basic noun endings. a couple exemples of nouns in x form but takes y article. *first 5 most common verbs. learn the conjugation, try writing basic ass sentences. (e.g. to come, go, have, speak)

*three more verbs (e.g. to eat, can, to want)

*take some time to fully comprehend. check your curriculum list to look and see if you want to add anything. e.g.for spanish that can be ser vs estar, for spanish is can be "how to ask questions in french" becaue it's way harder compared to other langauges.

*take some break from grammar and learn some vocab maybe. it can be colors, or feelings. (i am sad, i am hungry etc.)

*start studying most common verbs. usually a form of categorization exists. usually it's verb ending. (unless it's a language like turkish where every verb either ends with -mek or -mak lol.) Start with 10- 15 most common verbs. You will also be learning some vocabulary by default. (try to stick to regular verbs if you can, if not that's fine) (Do not learn any verbs you won't be able to use immediately.)

*Learn basic adjectives and how they work so you can form more detailed sentences.

*After comprehending how to form basic positive negative sentences and some verbs, congratulate yourself, because you deserve it! *Learn how tell time. "What time is it? It's x'o clock."

*learn clothing and how to simply describe physical look e.g. hair color, eye color, beard, glasses...

*learn the verbs of daily routine. be able to write a generic ass "i wake up, i do breakfast, i eat lunch at school, i sleep" sort of text.

*demonstratives. this that. these. those. you can add some vocabulary you like. this is a cat. this is a tree. you can add placement adjectives now or later. (the cat is under the sofa. the bird is on the table etc.)

*Now you know a lot of things! Take some time and focus a bit more on the vocab, let your brain process things, do some passive immersion. avoid a burnout at all costs. *learn how to say "there is" (if you want more vocab transportation and city centre themes can be included.) *learn how to talk about your hobbies. This is the generic A1 curriuculum. You are able to understand basic things, you have a generic comprehension. That's all it takes to be considered A1. If you want to pass it though, what you need is a good grammar source. For French and Spanish Kwiziq was very useful. I couldn't find a good online grammar resource for Italian yet. (please ask more experienced langblrs for recs.) Slowly learn more vocab (since A1 is more vocab based. If you hate Anki and Quizlet stuff check Linguno. Actually check Linguno anyway it's a banger and i'm gonna die on that hill.)

If you don't have have native friend to ask questiones and you don't have any ethical concerns ChatGPT can be useful. I'm using it for French for months. Why are we using this particle here, why this and not that, can you give me some example sentences.... you can play guess the animal, ask for writing prompts and then make ChatGpt find and explain your mistakes to you. It's very handy.

*Don't be scared to share about your journey on Tumblr and most importantly ENJOY!

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highnoonmiller · 4 months

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The Good I’ll Do- Chapter I

WARNINGS: Smut,unprotect PIV (wrap it up folks) AFAB! READER, no use of YN, no descriptions of reader, mentions of alcohol, nicknames of baby, darlin, sweetheart, pretty girl, male receiving oral, female receiving oral.

Note: this is my first time ever writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s awkward! Also pls let me know if I didn’t tag something in the warnings ❤️

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“I mean I definitely think you should go! It will be a good opportunity to make friends! You can’t just hang out with me and Dan until you’re dead.” Olivia stabs at her salad. “I mean not that I wouldn’t WANT you to. I just think that it’s a good idea.”

Olivia has been your absolute best friend since 8th grade when she moved to your hometown after her dad got a new job. Her friend, Tommy Miller, is on leave from the Army for another week and decided to throw a New Year's Eve party. Once he had heard Olivia had recently moved to Austin he immediately invited her and in return, she asked if you could go. To which Tommy responded,

‘The more the merrier’.

“My whole life plan was to hang out with you and Dan till I died!!! You’re kinda ruining my life right now.” You joked back.

“I’m being serious. All you’ve done since we moved here in November is go to work and go home. I really think this will be good for you!! You used to complain all the time that when you were with Jack he never wanted you to go out, he never wanted you to do anything but go to work and go home. Now look at you! Doing exactly that.”

You know she’s right. You hate that she’s right but you know she is. You don’t know why you’ve been so timid about going to this party. It IS a good opportunity to meet people that aren’t your coworkers, Olivia, or her boyfriend Dan.

“I’m more than likely going but I will let you know for sure by the end of today okay?” You say with a sigh. Olivia is content enough with that answer and either way, your lunch break is over and it’s time to get back out there.

You sat down at your computer, wondering how you could have gotten so many emails in only 30 minutes. You cracked your knuckles and got to work on responding to them and completing the small project your boss had given you for the day. Only four more hours to go.

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The workday passed by relatively quickly. Before you knew it it was 5 o’clock and you were meeting Olivia at her car.

You try the door handle only to be met with a locked door and a smug-looking Olivia inside. She cracks the window slightly so you can hear her.

“I’m not letting you in until you give me an answer. Actually, I’m not letting you in if you don’t give me the answer I want.”

“Fine! I’m going! Are you happy? Now unlock the fucking door, you psycho.” You say with a small huff. She happily obliges, finally letting you into the car.

“See? That wasn’t hard now was it!”

You scrunch up your nose at her and stick out your tongue. You opt to turn up the music rather than respond to her.

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Joel is standing in his kitchen, emphasis on HIS kitchen. Tommy, who has just informed him that he wants to throw a New Year’s Eve party at his house, is really putting on the puppy dog eyes.

“I don’t know Tommy… I‘ve got Sarah to think about. I can’t just have a party because you want to.“ Joel swipes down his face in frustration.

“I already talked to Mama and she said she would LOVE to watch Sarah for the night.”

“And are you going to make the drive out to Mama's?” Joel says, cocking his eyebrow.

“If it means you're saying yes I will,” Tommy says with a grin plastered across his face.

“Fine!” Joel throws his hands in the air giving in to Tommy. “I’ve got a couple of ground rules. One: no more than 10 people… INCLUDING me and you, two: I want everyone gone by 2 AM, Three: you got to clean this whole fuckin’ place after.”

“Deal!” Tommy was so excited it was shocking he wasn’t jumping up and down. He knew Joel would eventually say yes. That is why he has already started inviting people.

“Don’t make me regret this, Tommy,” Joel says, pushing himself off the counter to go get his daughter, Sarah, up from her nap.

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It was finally the day of the party. You guys weren’t supposed to arrive at the Miller’s until 9 PM but with the way you and Olivia had a pension for being late, you probably wouldn’t pull up till closer to 9:30. What wasn't helping the situation was the fact that you had nothing to wear. Well, nothing is a bit of an exaggeration. You've tried on everything from dresses to skirts, to jeans and shirts. All of it is currently laid in a haphazard pile on your bedroom floor. None of it was right.

You had just put on a pair of jeans with a faded band t-shirt that your dad had given you years prior, a pair of black boots, and a gray flannel on top. You stood at the mirror, biting your lip trying to decide if you actually liked it or if you were just ready to throw in the towel and wear whatever. You were pulled from your thoughts by a small knock on your door.

“Damn girl it looks like a fuckin’ tornado has hit in here’ Olivia says in your doorway with a small laugh. She has on a decently similar outfit, baggy jeans with a white tank top and a baggy green cardigan on top. White sneakers on her feet. Her curly hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. She always manages to make everything look effortlessly beautiful

“Shut up.” You quirk back. “I felt awful in everything I put on.” You run your fingers through your hair with a sigh.

“You look great. I’ll break up with Dan right now, don't try me.”

“You’ll do what?” Dan’s tall figure appears behind Olivia, seemingly out of nowhere, making her jump back in surprise.

“You heard me. I love her, she’s my wife, and you’re just my boyfriend”

“Ladies. Ladies, no need to argue about little old me.” You say, using your hand to fan yourself for dramatic effect.

“Yeah yeah yeah, whatever you say,” Dan says. “So are we all just gonna stand here or are we actually going to get to the damn party?”

“Yeah, I guess I’m as ready as I'll ever be. Let me just grab my purse.”

You grab your purse and you three are off to Dan’s car. Dan makes a quip about you guys only being a measly 15 minutes late rather than 30. You’re nervous the entire 10-minute drive to the party. Maybe it’s the fact that you'll basically be in a room full of strangers, maybe it's because Olivia did not have an answer to literally any of the questions you had tried to bombard her with.

‘How many people are going to be there?’

‘No clue.’

‘You said it’s Tommy’s brother's house, does he even know I'm going?’

“I mean, that’s kinda on Tommy. And considering how grumpy Joel usually is, I'd assume Tommy told him.’

‘Wait what about-’ Olivia cuts you off

‘Girl you have GOT to chill. I promise it will be fine’

You guys pull into the driveway. It’s a cute house in the suburbs of Austin. Olivia knocks on the door which is immediately swung open by who you assume is Tommy Miller by the way he immediately pulls her into the biggest bear hug you’ve ever seen.

“Liv! Damn it's been too long” Tommy proclaims, letting her go.

“It really has been! I’ve missed you guys.” You and Dan stand awkwardly behind her on the porch, mainly waiting to be let inside. You need a fucking drink.

Tommy moves out of the way to let the three of you in. There's a small crowd of people already, mainly just sitting in the living room, talking amongst each other.

“This is Dan, my boyfriend,” Olivia says pointing to Dan. “And this is my best friend,” Olivia says, giving Tommy your name.

“Wow, nice to finally meet my replacement after all these years.” Tommy jokes to you, slapping your shoulder.

“Yeah, don’t worry I’ve been taking good care of her. Not that she needs it.” You joke back

“Drinks and food are over there in the kitchen and the bathroom is going to be just down the hall to your left,” Tommy says pointing at both places. You beeline straight for the kitchen, pulling a seltzer of some sort out of the cooler, and easily downing half of it.

“It’s not goin’ anywhere” The unfamiliar voice made you jump a little, looking in the direction it came from you saw who may have been the most handsome man you had ever seen. He’s tall, and broad, with a mop of dark brown hair on top of his head. He actually makes your brain malfunction for a second. Realizing that you’ve been staring at him wide-eyed for too long by the cock of his brow and slight smirk across his face.

“Yeah maybe not but it doesn’t do me any good just sitting in the can now does it?” You manage to snark back.

“True that. You must be Olivia’s friend. I’m Joel, Tommy’s brother.” Joel pushed himself off the counter and held out his hand for you to shake. In this moment you realize just how much he towered over you. You give him a quick handshake back and give him your name in return.

“Well, it was nice to meet you.” Joel grabbed himself a beer and headed out into the living room. You finished off your first drink and grabbed another. If your nerves weren’t shot to begin with they definitely are now.

You make your way into the living room, scanning around the room for Olivia. Once you find her, sitting on the floor by the coffee table, chatting with the other partygoers you plop down beside her.

After a couple of more drinks, you find yourself really happy that you came. Everyone was honestly really nice. The conversation seemed to flow among you guys easily. You, Tommy, and Olivia shared stories of all the trouble you had gotten into, effectively deciding that since Olivia was the common denominator she must have been the problem.

Joel and Dan were a part of a slightly heated card game off to the side of the living room. It was hard to not try to take peaks of Joel from the corner of your eye anytime you could. You also could have sworn he was sneaking glances at you but that could have been your delusion talking.

“Hey, I’m gonna step outside for a minute.” You poke Olivia to let her know where you’re going. It was feeling a bit hot, whether that be from the actual temperature of the house or the alcohol coursing through you.

You make your way out of the sliding glass doors and onto the porch, taking advantage of the cool Texas air. After a few moments alone outside you hear the sliding glass door open. You turn around to see Jole stepping out onto the porch.

“Just stepping out for a cigarette,” Joel says holding up his pack of Marlboro reds. He takes one out, bringing it up to his lips, taking his lighter to the butt, and inhaling the smoke. You never thought that something as simple as lighting a cigarette could be so fucking hot but Joel Miller is full of surprises.

You and Joel stand together in a comfortable silence, both of you leaning forward on the porch railing. You find yourself looking up at the night sky. The light pollution in the city of Austin is horrendous and further out into the suburbs, you can see so much more.

“It sure is pretty ain't it?” Joel says, his thick accent breaking the silence.

“Yeah, it's actually what I miss about being back home. I could step out into my backyard and see the sky just lit up with stars.” You tell Joel, still looking up.

“Man, this isn’t anything compared to what’s out at my mama's. My parents basically live out in the sticks so you can pretty much see every star in the sky on a good night.”

“I bet that's so beautiful.”

“It really is.” Joel agrees, putting out his cigarette, flicking the butt into the ashtray beside him. “Have you been enjoying yourself tonight?”

“I really have. I was a little nervous to come honestly. I haven’t gotten out of the house much since I moved out here.” You say, nervously twiddling with your hands.

“Well, I’m happy to hear that.”

You and Joel stand outside together for a little while longer. The two of you talk about everything from your jobs to family to sharing past funny stories. The conversation with Joel flows so easily, it never feels like there’s an awkward pause or that you had said the wrong thing. He laughs at your jokes and listens intently to every word you say. The way he stares at you, it seems like he’s trying to stare straight into your soul.

From inside the house, you can hear the count down from 10 begin.

“This may be too forward, and please forgive me if it is, but you might just be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” Joel says closing the gap between you two.

“I don’t think it’s too forward at all.” You reply, feeling the blush spread across your face. He was so close you could fully inhale his scent. He had mentioned in your earlier conversation that he worked as a contractor for a small company here in Austin. He smelt like fresh pine, soap, and a dash of mint from the gum he had popped into his mouth after he had finished his cigarette.

It felt like you and Joel were at a stalemate, in a limbo of neither person taking the full plunge to the next step. No one moving forward and no one moving backward. It was only a few moments before the countdown finally reached one.

“Fuck it,” Joel stated, closing the gap between you two.

The second Joel’s lips touched yours you felt your body light on fire, wrapping your arms around his neck while he wrapped his around your waist, pulling you in even closer, molding your two bodies together. You feel the swipe on his tongue across your bottom lip, asking for access. You part your lips for him as his tongue begins to dance with yours, exploring the inside of your mouth, he nips lightly at your bottom lip with his teeth. Kissing Joel makes you feel lightheaded, he feels like he’s everywhere all at once. His large hands explore your back and down your arms. You card your hands through his hair, his hair is so much softer than you could have expected, you explore down the front of him, feeling the firmness of his chest and arms, no doubt forming from the physical labor he spends his days doing.

It feels like forever and not enough time at all when you two pull away. You take a few moments to look at each other, Joel’s hair is sticking up in every direction and you have a feeling that any makeup from your lips is long gone.

“God, you’re just so fucking beautiful…” Joel says, almost like it was a thought that he had let slip out. You can’t help but grin at his words.

“You’re not too bad yourself, cowboy.”

“Cowboy, huh? Darlin’ I don’t think I’ve done anything that would qualify me to be a cowboy in my life.” Joel smiled brightly back at you.

“Yeah well you’re handsome and tall and southern so that means you're a cowboy.” You quip back.

“Well coming from a mouth as pretty as yours I’d be happy to be called anything.” Joel’s eyes flicker down to your lips whilst his fingers softly brushed them. Your brain feels like it’s buzzing, you can’t even form a fully coherent thought, all you can think it’s ’Joel, Joel, Joel’. You want to scream his name like it’s your own personal mantra, you want him in a deep carnal way.

“Joel, fuckin’ kiss me again.” You say in almost a whisper like it was a secret only meant for him.

By god, he didn’t need to be told twice. He kisses you hungrily, his large hands molding into the small of your back, pushing you deeper into him, like he needs to feel you, to feel the weight of you against him. He moves his lips to your neck, sucking and nipping at all the right places, your hands have made a place in his hair once again, as you squeeze on the dark strands trying to stifle a moan. You feel Joel smirk against you.

“How much you wanna bet those pretty little panties you got on are soaked for me?” Joel moves away from your neck to whisper into the shell of your ear.

“How bad do you wanna find out?”

Joel popped his head up to look at you, his pupils looking fully blown with desire and a smirk across his face. Instead of saying anything back he pulls away from you fully, grabs your hand, opens the glass door, and the two of you hurriedly rush to the stairs trying to not be noticed by too many of the partygoers.

Joel’s lips are back on yours the second the door to his room shuts. It’s all teeth and tongue, he’s everywhere all at once again, exploring your mouth with his tongue, nipping and the plush of your bottom lip. His hands are pushing the flannel you have on off your shoulders and down your arms until it pools onto the floor. Your hands are under his navy blue t-shirt roaming the expanse of his chest and shoulders, he feels warm and sturdy. He begins to gather the material of your shirt and push it up and off your body, you break away for a moment, pulling the garment completely. Joel moves back to your neck, leaving small open-mouth kisses from the top of your neck, down to your shoulders and collarbone as his hands make quick work of the hooks of your black bra.

“Fucking hell.” He mumbles to himself now that your chest is fully exposed. You feel the blush creep across your face and his large rough hands ghost over your soft round chest. “You’re fuckin perfect”

He dips his head down and his lips attach to one of your pert nipples, swirling his tongue around as his other hand expertly pinches and twists your other nipple, making you throw your head back with a moan. He comes off your breast with a pop and stands back up fully. You look back up at him through your lashes and tug on the hem of his shirt, a hint of needing to see more of him, to feel more of him. He pulls off his shirt from the bottom, the way that men tend to do, like he’s unwrapping a present and you can’t wait to get your hands on him.

Once his shirt is fully off he’s walking you backwards towards his bed, mouth on yours whilst your hands dance around his new exposed skin, you want more, you need more of him. Your knees hit the side of his bed and you move up until you are fully lying back onto with Joel’s body slotted between your hips. You give an experimental roll of your hips over the large, hard bulge in his pants, needing the feeling of the friction it gives to your poor throbbing cunt.

Joel tips his head back and sighs. “Fuck darlin’, I need you.”

He looks back down at you for a moment before beginning to ghost small kisses down the expanse of your torso. You’ve never had a man take such time with you. It always felt like it was a race to their finish line, never really caring much about you, or how into you were. Every single touch Joel made had you feeling electric like he was worshiping you.

He kneels down, taking off each of your shoes, and throwing them somewhere in his room. He moves back up placing one small kiss on your stomach, above the waistband of your jeans. He pops the button and undoes the zipper, stopping for a moment to look at you, silently asking if this is okay. You give him a nod and that was all the permission he needed as his hands bring down your jeans and panties for him in one moment, tossing them into the unknown with every other garment you had on when you entered his room.

You were bare and on full display for him, cunt glistening and throbbing with need. His fingers ghost along your outer lips, teasingly and you shudder at his touch. He kneels back down on the floor, throwing your legs over his shoulders. He peppers more open-mouth kisses along your bare thighs, they are sporadic, never fully reaching the place where you need him most. Your breath is labored with anticipation. His fingers lightly graze through your folds as he looks back up to you.

“You’re fuckin soaked baby. Is this all for me? I knew it would be. I knew you had just soaked right through them little panties.” Joel says, his voice low and rough, as his fingers finally apply more pressure to your clit. The pads of his fingers make tight circles.

You feel the moan rip through your chest, having no regard for the room full of people just downstairs. “Fuck. Yes, Joel. It’s all for you. Please.”

“Please what baby? Tell me what you need.” He asked, dipping his fingertip into your cunt, not enough to give you what you need but enough to tease you.

“Fuck Joel, need your fingers, your mouth, need you. Please, need you.” It comes out frantic and needy but you don’t care. You’d say whatever he wanted to hear if it meant he would give you what you so desperately wanted.

“See pretty girl? All you had to do was ask.”

Then his lips are attached to your bundle of nerves, as he glides two fingers into your needy hole. It was everything all at once, sending a shock through you arch your back up with a moan. Joel’s other hand sneaks on top to hold your wiggling hips in place. His fingers set a brutal place whilst his mouth switches from sucking to licking. He has you so close to the edge so quickly that it’s almost embarrassing. He can feel you flutter around his fingers. His mouth pulls off from your cunt and he mumbles,

“You taste so fuckin sweet baby, so fuckin sweet. I need you to come, need you to soak my face.” His fingers are still expertly pounding in and out of you.

He attaches his mouth back to your clit, sucking and giving the bundles of nerves a swirl of his tongue. The build-up of everything from before, his words, the teasing touches, the way he was eating you out like a man starved was enough to have the coil that had wound up so tightly in your stomach snap.

“Fuck Joel! I’m-“ You threw your head back completely with a moan. Your whole body goes hot and your vision goes white. It was so intense, you don’t think a man has ever made you cum, and especially not like that. Joel slows down his finger movements, fucking you through it with praises of ‘just like that pretty girl’ and ‘fuck baby I got you’.

When you finally come down enough to open your eyes back up. You see Joel above you, fingers hovering over your mouth, offering you a taste of your own arousal. You part your mouth as he slips his fingers inside, swirling your tongue around. He lets out a moan at the sight.

“You dirty fuckin girl.”

You give him a light push off of you until his feet are fully planted on the floor and you slip off his bed and onto your knees.

“Darlin’ you don’t have“ Joel begins but you cut him off.

“I want to.” You say definitely. Your hands ghost over his bulge, you could tell from the way he was pressed against you earlier that he was large but when your hands come up to undo his belt, popping the button, undoing the zipper, and pulling down his jeans and black boxers till his cock sprung free, he was definitely bigger than you anticipated. You wrapped your hands around his shaft, giving it a few experimental pumps, as the precome leaked out of his red and angry tip. He felt hard and heavy in your hand and as much as you wanted to tease him in the ways he teased you, you needed him in your mouth. You need to know what he tasted like, you needed to know what he sounded like as you gagged on his cock.

You lean forward, wrapping your lips around the tip, whilst your hand still pumps the rest of his shaft. He tastes slightly salty from the precome that leaks onto your tongue. His hands find place in your hair, gathering the strands into a makeshift ponytail, as you push him deeper into your mouth. You curl your tongue into the underside of his shaft, as he lets out a deep moan bucking his hips into your mouth.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Just like that. You’re doing so good for me.” He rags out breathlessly.

You moan around him. Your cunt throbbing from his praise, as you begin to work down on him more, taking his heavy balls into your hands and lightly squeezing and pulling them. You can feel the drool coming off your bottom lip as you take him deeper, your throat constricting as you gag on his cock. You come up gasping for air, looking up at him as you pump him. His chest is heaving and his eyes are fixated on you. His stare is intense as you smile at him. He pulls you up off the floor and throws you back onto his bed. You land with a bounce, on your back, legs spread and ready for him.

He begins to rummage through his nightside drawer frantically. You see his shoulders physically drop with disappointment.

“It’s um- it’s been a while and I don’t have a condom. I can go downstairs and ask Tommy but-“ he says, you can feel the disappointment radiating off of him.

“I’m on the pill… and I’m clean. So if you are and you’re fine with it, so am I.” It was probably stupid. It was actually definitely stupid to let this man you met tonight fuck you raw but fuck it. You need his cock in you like yesterday.

“Oh, baby I am more than fine with it.” And with that, Joel fully strips himself down and places himself on top of you.

He’s running the thick head of his cock through your fold, making you whimper. He dips just the head in before retreating out and back through your folds. It’s driving you fucking insane, every last bit of patience evaporating from your body.

“Joel, please.” You say, the words coming out more whiny than you intended.

“Please what darlin'? You know all you gotta do is ask, pretty girl.”

“Fuck Joel, please. Please fuck me.”

And with that, Joel slowly pushes himself into you. He bottoms out with a moan. You feel so fucking full, so fucking full of him. All of your senses are surrounded by Joel Miller.

“You’re so fuckin right darlin’. Gimme a second” He takes a moment to regain his composure as you rake your fingers down his back.

His pace starts slow and deep. You can feel every single time his thick cock kisses the tip of your cervix. It feels so good you need him to fuck you harder, faster, you need more.

“Joel please-“ you let out a moan as his cock punches into you one more time. “Fuck, need more, need harder.”

“My pretty little girl needs more?” He says drilling into you at a faster pace now. Your brain malfunctions and all you can do is moan back in response.

He’s drilling into you so fast and hard now that you feel your entire body bounce. You can feel yourself almost to the edge and Joel can feel it too.

“You’re so close aren’t you baby? Tell me what you need. Want you to fuckin’ soak my cock.” Joel says lowly, dipping his head down to the shell of your ear.

“Need- need you to touch me. Please fucking touch me”

“Good girl, you have such good manners.”

Joel shifts all his weight onto one hand whilst the other comes down to rub tight circles on your clit. You scream out at his touch, nails digging hard into his back. A few more thrusts and you feel yourself snap as you come around him. He slows down, fucking you through your second orgasm of the night. He pulls out completely when you come down, making you whine at the loss of him.

“Hands and knees baby.” He says, helping you move into position.

His hands run over the swell of your ass and the arch of your back. He lets out a shuttered breath at the sight of you, face down, ass up. He drags his cock through your folds once more before fully dipping himself in. He somehow feels even bigger like this. You feel yourself gush around him as he sets a brutal pace again, pounding into you.

“I ain’t gonna last much longer, pretty girl. Where do you want it?” He moans out.

“Inside. Inside please, need to feel you, need you to fill me up.”

“Fuck- fuck baby. Yeah? Need me to fill you up? Want to feel me dripping out that pretty little cunt?”

“Please-“ you let out another moan as he hits your spot once again. “Need it. Need it so bad”

“Come with me, baby.” He reaches his hand down back to your clit, you still feel so sensitive from the orgasm you had just moments before.

“Can’t.” Is all you manage to choke out

“Yes, you can. I know you can, be a good girl and soak my fuckin cock again.”

You feel your body go hot and tears prick at the corner of your eyes. It’s all almost too much. Joel’s thrust gets sloppier as you snap for the third time tonight, feeling your body physically shake from the pleasure, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Joel is only a few moments behind you, thrusting deep inside you as you feel his cock pulsate as he fills you with come.

He fully takes himself out of you as you relax into the mattress. He lays on top of you for a moment, catching his breath.

“You good?” He asks sincerely.

All you can manage is a mhm. He has thoroughly fucked you stupid. He lets out a small laugh before getting up and making his way into the bathroom. A few moments later he brings out a warm rag and wipes you clean.

“I’m gonna go downstairs, see who’s all left, and get us some water. Feel free to use the bathroom, I have some clothes in the drawer if ya need it.” He tells you, pulling on a new pair of boxers and sweatpants from his laundry pile. He finds his shirt from early and throws in one before heading downstairs.

You roll over to check the time on the digital alarm clock on his bedside table to see it reads 3 AM. You slip into the bathroom to pee and wash the makeup from your face the best you can with the bar of soap he has sitting on his sink. You go back into his room, rummaging through his drawers to find a pair of boxers and an oversized Texans t-shirt.

You find your jeans and pick your phone up out of the back pocket to see you have a plethora of missed texts from Olivia.

Liv: girl I know you didn’t go upstairs with Joel ;)

Liv: have fun! Be safe! Use a condom!

Too late for that.

Liv: we ended up having to leave :( didn’t think you two would be up there for that long ;) call me if you need a ride back!

You sent her a quick text that you were good, you figured if anything you could just awkwardly ask for Joel to take you home, and that you would give her all the details later.

Joel comes back in holding two water bottles for you and him, which you take gratefully.

“Everyone’s left. Tommy is completely passed out on the couch. The hangover he’s going to get tomorrow..” Joel tells you.

“Yeah… Olivia and Dan were kinda my ride.” You told him sheepishly.

“Oh-“ Joel started, you felt your heart sink to your stomach before he continued. “I mean I can definitely take you home darlin’ but, you’re more than welcome to spend the night.”

You felt your heart go back into place and flutter. Fuck he was really nice.

“I’d like that.” You tell him with a smile.

You two make your way into his bed. His light blue sheets surround you. You’re on your side as he spoons himself close to you. You didn’t even realize how tired you were till your head hit the pillow and your eyes got heavy. The last thing you remember is Joel kissing the top of your head with a ‘goodnight’ and him mumbling something about how you looked better in his clothes.

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#joel miller #joel x reader #pedro pascal #joel tlou #the last of us #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel smut #joel the last of us

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fashionlandscapeblog · 2 months

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For the past 2-3 years, the fashion industry doesn't 'proclaim' trends anymore, it proclaims whole 'aesthetics'. It's actually a genius and innovative marketing move, because instead of simply declaring faux fur a trend (as it always did), it declares a 'mob wife aesthetic', which is an own constellation of trends. So instead of just buying a faux fur coat, you have to buy the whole mob wife aesthetic starter kit (5-6 items? The more sales, the merrier). Same with 'clean girl' or 'old money' or 'quiet luxury'. The main thing is: Be everything but yourself.

Since the rise of social media and the now defunct democratization of fashion that came with it, the fashion industry has been struggling incessantly to control the narrative. These socalled 'aesthetics' have been things that have always existed, some of them even just last decade. The industry (read Vogue, Elle, etc) simply rebrands them as a marketing strategy.

This is all not just enabling even more unabashed consumerism, but it also makes people reject the idea of personal style and individuality. Anyone who follows these 'aesthetics' has a serious identity crisis.

Do we even know what a real person looks like anymore? Most of the beautiful people you see online or on magazines and media have been physically altered in one way or the other. If it isn't heavy photo editing, it is heavy plastic or cosmetic surgery, botox, eating disorders, breast augmentations, butliffts, microblading, all to fit the everchanging beauty standard or the trend of the day. Nowadays, it isn't even enough to be just skinny, because you need to spend hours in the gym working out those abs if you don't want to be labeled 'skinny fat'. (How abominable is this kind of thinking?)

The pressure is real. I think it is absolutely normal to have body or face dysmorphia nowadays or to feel depressed.

We are living in one of the most hostile times towards human beings in history, especially towards youth. Granted, before we used to have physical slavery, but the difference today is that the whole media, the whole culture, whole industries are dedicated to make us averse against our own selves on a daily or even minute-to-minute basis with social media. It is making us hate ourselves.

#fashion industry #beauty industry #food for thought #body dysmorphia #eating disorders #plastic surgery #mob wife aesthetic #clean girl aesthetic #old money aesthetic

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severelystrangewriter · 7 months

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Birthday (Flufftober 2023 Day 5)

Pairing: hakkai shiba x female reader

WC: 579

Warnings: none

Summary: no one showed up to your birthday party except one other person

Note: hakkai is so precious i wanted to write something for him <3

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Birthdays were dumb.

Why?

Because right now you were sitting at a picnic table by yourself celebrating yours on your own. Not a single person you invited had showed up to your party; all the ones that had told you yes had texted you various reasons as to why they couldn’t come as you were getting set up at the park: something unexpected popped up, or they fell ill, or they were just too busy.

You had believed them, that is, until you were scrolling through social media when you stumbled across the popular kid’s profile and they had posted a photo of them celebrating their birthday with all the people that couldn’t come to yours. That solidified your thoughts on birthdays being the dumbest thing in the world.

Your eyes filled with tears and you dropped your head on the table. There was a lot of pizza and cupcakes but you couldn’t bring yourself to eat. It was a blow to your ego, that much was for sure, and you felt like the lamest person in the world as you sat there, your sniffles and the sounds of nature being the only thing to break the silence.

“I don’t think you're supposed to cry on your birthday,” A guy’s voice startled you from your pity party.

Looking up, you saw a tall teenager you recognized from your class as Hakkai Shiba. He was a shy boy that didn’t talk much to you, but you had still invited him to your party because he was nice and you didn’t want him to feel left out. He hadn’t given you a definitive answer on whether he would come, but here he was with a small present in hand. You were surprised, to say the least.

Hakkai then looked around and asked in a curious tone, “Am I early?”

At this, you wiped your eyes and shook your head, “It’s just us. Everyone else went to a different party.”

“Oh,” Was all he said before adding with a light shrug, “Well I’m here.”

You cracked a small smile, saying quietly, “I’m glad you could come. It means a lot.”

Hakkai took a seat next to you with a smile of his own as he held out the small box. He looked sheepish as he explained, “It’s not much, but I got you this.”

You took it from him and gingerly removed the wrapping. It was a jewelry box and when you opened it, your mouth dropped open in shock. Inside was a bracelet made of colorful glass beads and dangling from it was a little butterfly charm.

“Oh wow,” You looked at it in awe, lifting it up from the box to get a closer look. Then you slipped the bracelet around your wrist, your smile growing as it fit perfectly. “I love it.”

Hakkai released a small breath of relief, “I didn’t know what you liked, but I saw it and thought of you.”

Your happiness overtook you and you gave him a quick hug as you thanked him. When you pulled away, his cheeks were dusted a light pink, clearly flustered by your actions.

“Sorry, I just got excited,” You apologized quickly, feeling a little embarrassed yourself.

He looked away and cleared his throat, “It’s fine. I’m just glad you like it.”

It fell silent for a moment and your gaze landed on the pizza and cupcakes, realizing that it was way too much for just the two of you. Tilting your head, you looked over at Hakkai and asked, “You wouldn’t happen to know anyone who would want some free food would you?”

Hakkai looked at the food, humming in thought, “I could text my sister and Taka-chan if you want.”

Grinning brightly, you nodded your head, “The more the merrier.”

And so Hakkai sent a message to his older sister, Yuzuha. She answered right away saying that she’d be there in about ten minutes. While you waited, you and Hakkai spent the time getting to know each other better. When Yuzuha showed up, she brought with her another boy that went by Mitsuya, or Taka-chan as Hakkai had called him.

Being with the three of them was a lot of fun and you couldn’t remember the last time you laughed so much. Hakkai really saved the day and for that, you were grateful. You even exchanged numbers with him so you could start making plans to hang out again. By the time it was over, you felt like it had been the best birthday you ever had.

#tokyo revengers #hakkai shiba #shiba hakkai #hakkai x reader #hakkai shiba x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #fanfiction #x reader #flufftober #kace writes

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fillinforlater · 6 months

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Monday of Appreciation: Part 102

Hello everyone, Smite here!

First MoA post in the new era. What has changed? Not that much, really. I'll still list a couple of stories I found good below and tell you why you should read them and leave love for the writers. It's insane to me how many writers are attempting Kinktober and really release fics every damn day. One of those (mostly short) smuts is even on this ranking!

Update: I am writing. Slowly. My work is spread across multiple pieces so I don't know when one of them gets finished. Patience, friends.

Here we go!

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@iznsfw: Day Off ft. Xiaoting

IZ when normal smut: GOAT-esque

IZ when commission: LITERAL GOAT

I can't stretch how fucking GENIUS this 10k threesome with fucking Xiaoting is. Really, I can't stretch it, like I can't stretch her pussy. okay wait what. IZ has done it again, and I'm soooooo close do doing a Kep1er agenda post, because there is 0% pureness in that group.

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@ggidolsmuts: Bases Loaded, Holes Filled ft. Xiaoting, Yujin, Mashiro

Ahem, agenda time:

WE. NEED. MORE. KEP1ER. SMUTS. And if you think there are enough, you are wrong, and you will be wrong. The best way to write more Kep1er is to write more Kep1er in a Kep1er fic. The more members, the merrier. Thank you, dear comrade ddeun for doing your part, now it's up to YOU to spread the Kep1er agenda!

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@okaylikesmomo: Exchange Pt. 1: Behind the Stage ft. BLACKPINK

BLACPINK SLUTS BLACPINK SLUTS BLACPINK SLUTS BLACPINK SLUTS BLACPINK SLUTS BLACPINK SLUTS BLACPINK SLUTS BLACPINK SLUTS BLACPINK SLUTS BLACPINK SLUTS BLACPINK SLUTS BLACPINK SLUTS OKAY QT<3 BLACPINK SLUTS BLACPINK SLUTS BLACPINK SLUTS BLACPINK SLUTS BLACPINK SLUTS

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@essentiallyleaf: Kinktober Day 6: Dacryphilia ft. Karina

This mf posts like 100 things a day and has literally done Kinktober up until this point, so you might wonder why I picked this part. Well, it's because Karina, deepthroat and fucking dacryphilia. Fuck, shit makes me rabid.

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@existslikepristin: Joy, but Genie index ft. Joy

This is more than just a simple one shot story or series. Our dear ELP does voting at the end of each part which determine in which the story might go. It's a great mixture of decision making and unpredictability because ELP has a blooming fantasy. The premise is basically that Joy is a Genie, you have three wishes and it's definitely gone sexual.

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@dreamcatchers-husband: Don't give in ft. Handong

Oh, you better give in and read this, because there is [REDACTED] at the end.

What? You thought I'd spoil what happens in this fic? No, definitely not. Give Handong some love and some dong (otherwise she'd only be Han (haha (I'm in misery, kill me))).

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@braaan: In all the ways that matter ft. Yunjin

So idol x fan fics are... like the simplest, most basic stereotype in kpop fanfiction. Put a couple of twists on it and it's already getting more interesting, but if you can actually do a unique story that has me engaged in more than just "Yunjin is literally sex incarnate, breed" you got yourself a good fic.

Look, this is a good fic, reeeead it!

That's it for today. Feel free to send me asks. Have a nice time, until we meet again on MoA!

#mondayofappreciation #kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader insert

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TEN DAYS OF TENZO: TENZOVEMBER EDITION (TWENTY-TWENTY-TREE)

Once again, we've been so grateful for the beautiful submissions featuring our favourite helper. We're back again for 2023!

We invite you all to share your fantastic Tenzo (aka Yamato) content from November 1st to 10th, 2023. There are prompts for each day, but if you think of something else for Tenzo and want to share it, the more the merrier! Hosted by @keepyourpantsongohan, @sloaners and @ohayohimawari.

(Art above courtesy of the wonderful @sloaners, planet by CONG on pngtree.)

Submission

All content formats are welcome! Art, fic, graphics, podcasts, AMVs, an interpretive dance shown through claymation. As long as it fits the vibe, go for it! Tag @tendaysoftenzo and use ‘#tendaysoftenzo’ as one of your first five tags on tumblr if you’d like us to see and share your work.

Prompts

Day 1, November 1st: Yamato's Ghost Stories | O Captain My Captain

Day 2, November 2nd: Hidden in the Leaves | Jurassic Bark

Day 3, November 3rd: Tenzo's No Good Very Bad Hair Day | E.T.T. (Extra Terrestrial Tenzo)

Day 4, November 4th: Tenzo of the Kingdom | Festivals

Day 5, November 5th: Kakashi | Tree-Hugger

Day 6, November 6th: (Not) My Circus, (Not) My Genin | Roots

Day 7, November 7th: Flour Power (Tenzo's Cookbook) | Nuts

Day 8, November 8th: That 90s Tenzo (Decades AU) | Babygirl

Day 9, November 9th: Tenzo's Med Ninja Check-Up | Naps

Day 10, November 10th: Tenzo’s Quarter Birthday* | Free Day

(*What’s a quarter birthday? Since we’re hosting this event in the fall, we are celebrating Tenzo’s birthday three months later! Like a half-birthday, but sillier.)

For more notes about prompts/submissions, please check our FAQ.

Rules

Both gen and pairing content are cool! Keep it reasonable and healthy.

Reader/self-inserts are not generally in the spirit of this character-focused event.

NSFW entries are allowed, provided they are clearly marked and under a cut. It goes without saying, but you must be 18+ if you are submitting NSFW content! Add warnings to any entry where necessary. Crop images and link externally as needed.

We won’t be accepting adult/minor or sensei/student romance of any kind, including ones where the characters are aged up. Depictions of rape/dub-con, incest, or explicit underage are not permitted and will not be considered as submissions. As always, we want to keep this event as inclusive of everyone’s comfort zones as possible. In the spirit of that, we hope you will create works that celebrate Tenzo!

If you have any questions, feel free to send us an ask! Have fun creating!

#yamato #tenzo #tenzou #tendaysoftenzo #ten days of tenzo #naruto events #announcements #art by sloane #planet by CONG on pngtree #thank u to everyone who submitted prompts! <3 #and to everyone who was asking for more tdot #a big tree hug sent ur way #mod gohan

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addicsvt · 2 months

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Things that I love hate about you.

pairing - enemies to lovers seungkwan x reader genre - fluff word count - 1393 warnings - some insults, cursing, mentions of bullying synopsis - boo seungkwan hates you, and you hate him too, simple enough right? a/n - thank you to the anon who waited so patiently for this 😭😭I rewrote this prompt like 8 different times and eventually chose this one!! (im not that confident about it TT) but happy valentines and carat day <3

It was snowing heavily, and you were walking in the snow unbelievably cold. You were rubbing your palms together, trying to come up with some sort of heat but it was a useless attempt. What were you even doing outside, you may ask. Well, you were supposed to hang out with your friends but everyone canceled because of how cold it was outside. And they all sent the message as soon as you reached the meeting place. So you were currently walking back home hands in your pocket shivering, when you felt someone behind you tap your back.

“Geez, you’re gonna freeze to death.” You heard someone huff with annoyance as you turned around only to be met with the gaze of your enemy, Boo Seungkwan walking beside you.

“I’m pretty sure you’d enjoy that.” You said crossing your arms across your chest, your cheeks flushed because of how cold it was.

“I actually would love seeing that.” He smirked and you only rolled your eyes when he suddenly took off his jacket. You were about to walk away from him when you felt a jacket being thrown at you. Seungkwan’s one?

“What the hell.” You said, and now it was his turn to roll his eyes.

“Your gonna freeze to fucking death. And once you do I’m gonna have no one to bully. So take it, but if you don’t want to, throw it away and forget this ever happened.” He grumbled. You didn’t say anything after that though as you put on his surprisingly warm jacket. And maybe if you were hallucinating you saw him blush or maybe it was due to the cold.

“Thanks.” You said, biting your bottom lip.

“Don’t even think of this as anything. I still hate you. A lot.” He muttered loud enough for you to hear. In his heart, he was obviously lying, he didn't hate you at all, he always thought you were cute, especially with his jacket on. But in the so called "sensible part" of his brain, he was supposed to hate you. Cute? No way. That word should’ve stayed far far away from you.

“Hey, idiot. I got you chocolate cookies, the flavor you hate the most right?” Seungkwan smirked, you loved chocolate cookies but you’ve always faked a hatred for them just so he could keep buying them for you. Seungkwan was usually someone who was good at reading emotions and the fact that he never caught onto your lie was surprising.

“I hate you.” You lied feigning annoyance trying your best to hide your smile that was threatening to slip.

“Don’t hate me, hate the cookie.” He let out a laugh. He’s lying too, he knows you love chocolate cookies and if you haven’t made that obvious enough, chocolate cookies might as well be your whole personality. The only reason why he keeps buying them for you is because he thinks you look stupid (cute) trying to lie to him.

You not-so-secretly munch on the cookies after school on the bleachers thinking no one’s watching when Seungkwan’s on the side looking at you and maybe if he was insane he would think that it was cute. Your adorable cheeks puffed because you were trying to stuff 3 cookies in your mouth at once.

You were in class, 5 minutes before the bell was about to ring your teacher kept dragging it. You were counting the last seconds in your mind till freedom. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! The bell rang out loud as everyone made their way out of the class. Standing outside your classroom waiting for you was Boo Seungkwan with a smirk. You always assumed he did it to annoy you.

“Again?” You questioned, looking at him as he only smiled back.

“The more time I get to bully you the merrier!” He chirped which you only sighed to.

“When will you ever be late, I swear. When the bell rings you suddenly teleport here.” You grumble, you secretly enjoyed his presence though. You loved how he always stood there, ready to annoy and talk your ear off. You loved listening to him talk.

“Like I said, the more I bully you the more I feel happier.” He explained. The only reason why he came just on time was to see you run out of the class. Your bright eyes staring at the clock, counting down the last seconds because it was funny (adorable) to him. He never bullied you, always buying you lunch instead and making up different excuses. “Oh, I just wanted to spend money.”

“You remind me of a calculator.” Seungkwan randomly brought up once and you only stared at him taken aback.

“Huh, what do you mean?” You asked him, obviously confused.

“Well, it’s because you’re a nerd. And you give answers to your friends like a calculator does.” He commented, when you suddenly remembered that one time you whispered an answer to your friend during an exam.

“Hey! How do you know about that.” You blurted out, feeling strangely guilty and exposed.

“We were in the same exam hall and it’s pretty obvious. Your lucky teacher didn’t catch you.” Seungkwan joked, observing your reaction.

“Well, she was my best friend and you know I had to help her. She was gonna fail!” You protested while pouting. Seungkwan swore he felt his heart explode when you did that. No, no, no. He was not falling for you. No way. (He was already whipped)

“Hmm, yeah okay sure, I believe you,” Seungkwan said sarcastically trying to cover up the fact he almost blushed in front of you.

“You’re so annoying.” Seungkwan sassed at you randomly. He couldn’t even pay attention in class now because of you (it’s not like he ever did). You were plaguing his thoughts and he hated it (loved it). Why was he falling for you, was it your adorable pout? Was it your bubbly personality? Was it your sweet smile? He couldn’t figure it out, but if someone asked him to name 100 good things about you he could do it easily, in record time. Well, it was your fault for being so perfect and amazing and loveable. A part of him slapped himself mentally, There was no absolute way he liked you, he didn’t like you and that was final. Was that really what his heart wanted though?

“Eh? What did I do this time?” You asked, looking a bit offended. You were sitting on the grass next to him because he wanted to talk to you there or something.

“You’re so perfect it’s annoying.” He complained. Your mouth widened, trying to see if you heard it correctly.

“What?” You said in disbelief, needing to hear it again. Because no way did he just say that, it could just be the lack of sleep talking.

“I said, you’re so perfect it’s annoying.” He repeated watching your shocked face. You didn’t know how to react. It’s not like you loathed Seungkwan, the chocolate cookies did make you like a certain part of him. You thought you were crazy but you crushed on Seungkwan sometimes too. You swore you felt butterflies when he lent you that jacket on the snowy evening. When he always waited outside your classroom every day on time. When he saw an object and thought about you. No matter how much you tried to deny it, you liked him.

“And, you’re annoyingly pretty too. Your pout is annoyingly cute, your personality is annoyingly bubbly. I love you so much, it’s annoying.” Seungkwan confessed, witnessing as your cheeks reddened in color.

“Boo Seungkwan, I love you so much too, it’s annoying.” You said back, blushing at how sudden this all was. Seungkwan only nodded before he started blushing too.

“You're so annoying that I want you to be my valentine.” Seungkwan admitted watching as your blush got even darker.

“You’re so annoying that you make me want to say yes.” You laughed before he pressed his lips onto yours, noses bumping, you swore your heart skipped a beat. The kiss was soft but affectionate at the same time. He slowly pulled away as his taste still lingered on your lips.

“Was that good?” Seungkwan asked, cheeks flushed as a strand of hair fell on his face.

“More than good.” You assured him, moving the strand off his face and tucking it behind his ear.

@ADDICSVT 2024

#caratlibrary #caratsland #fluff #boo seungkwan #Seungkwan #seventeen #svt #svt fluff #seungkwan fluff #enemies to lovers

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