#same goes for the women's section of course

[hoshigray]

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐙 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | tōji fushiguro

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Everyone knows you are Toji's favorite stripper. So, it's no surprise that he'd want to have you to himself for a night at the V.I.P. section, not that you're complaining.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x stripper fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - sex at a public place; strip club V.I.P. room - kissing/making out - oral (m! + f! receiving) - ball massaging + sucking + heavy depiction of a blowjob - slight anal fingering (f! receiving) - orgasm denial - impact play (spanking + f! receiving) - sir kink - reverse oral + backshots positions - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - pet names (angel, baby, good girl, mama, sweetheart, sweetie) - cameos: Miguel, Mei Mei and Ino (stripper, manager and DJ) - mentions of spit/saliva.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: yesssss, finally, a piece for toji !! this was based on a request/scenario that had me thinking about this prompt a lot afterward, so I'm glad I got the time to go more into the story with this c: enjoyyyy !!

“Toji! Back here like you said?”

“Yup, just as promised. It’s Saturday, after all.” 

“Mmm, I see. Right this way, please; Lady Mei is waiting for you right there..” 

Tonight is Saturday night, the middle of the weekend. How Toji spends his weekends comes and goes, depending on how much cash his pockets are willing to withdraw. Luckily, his stacks are ready for whatever this night has in store for him. And since he’s walking down in a strip club right now, you can guess he’s prepared for something grand. 

Saturdays tend to be one of the busiest nights – if not Fridays. The vibrating bass from the speakers could be felt in his bones, music getting people bumping and grinding by the DJ booth. Crowds swarm the bar to grab their drinks – and perhaps flirt with the bartender – as the special menus catch their eyes. And, of course, the wolf whistles and exclaimed shouts of men and women fill the open area where the dancers give the clients a night of promised fun.

Toji’s guided by one of the male strippers to the back of the club that transitions to the upstairs. By the stairwell, he sees a woman with silverish, pale-blue braided hair, wearing a white cold-shoulder blouse and a long black pencil skirt that emphasizes her hips nicely. Lilac eyes flicker in his direction, and her red lips curl into a smile. 

“Thank you, Miguel.” Mei Mei greets and dismisses the male entertainer in the same breath, watching him bow and return to his business, leaving the woman with Toji. “Well, well, well. I’m sure you’ve been waiting for this moment all day.”

“Ever since ya called me this morning, Lady Mei.” The older man refers to her by her business name with a smirk and a tilt of his head. “So, they’re on board?”

She nods. “That would be the reason I gave you the call, no? The money you brought goes straight to them after this, and they said there’s no need to tip them extra.”

He snickers. “That I can’t promise; I always gotta tip my favorite girl for their service. They treat me right, and I do the same.” 

“Good service means good tips, Mr. Fushiguro. Please, follow me; they’re waiting for you.” 

As far as clubs go, this one was undoubtedly one of Toji’s spots to come to. Here, he can trust that he can have a good time and get his money’s worth with every visit. Good drinks from the bar from that Nanami guy; that rookie DJ, Ino, who likes to humor the older man whenever he’s off his set; and all the entertainers who know of Toji from his frequent visits, all good people that ensure he’s relaxed and welcomed, whether it be service from them or chit-chat on the side between sessions.

But let’s not beat around the bush here; Toji won’t lie and say he doesn’t have favorites — or else why would he be here? There had to be a reason this bulky man comes back for more, and having him known as a loyal customer by the staff of this place and their clients. 

The reason is that out of all the people here, Toji does have a favorite. This favored person is who’s making this man willingly follow the manager up the stairs and walk through the hallway. Only those worth his respect and time could have him do that.

“It’s been a while since you’ve been up here, so let me re-specify,” Mei Mei speaks, ignoring the faint howls of men and women from behind the doors they walk past. “This is V.I.P., meaning people pay extra just to have the room to themselves and my dancers. The rules downstairs apply upstairs…Well, except for today with—“

“Me and them, right?” See? He's listening.

Mei Mei hums. “You two are scheduled for two hours. Food and drinks can be brought up here, but absolutely no messes whatsoever. I don’t care what you two do in there — all I ask is that you two clean up after yourselves.” She stops at the last door of the hallway on the right. “And as for you, since no one is up here to get in the way of you two, no breaking stuff. You break it, you pay for it.” She pauses when he nods. 

“I won’t.” Forest green eyes stay on her as a dark brow rises.

“Especially on my girl tonight.” Lavender orbs narrow faintly. “I don’t want to see so much as a scratch on them. Otherwise, your account won’t be the only thing I’ll have dropped in the negatives. Am I clear?”

“Crystal. Not doin’ anything they don’t wanna do.”

A curt nod to his response, extending her hand out to him. “Their cash?”

Without hesitation, Toji slings the bag he carried on his shoulder to hand to the manager. She holds and unzips it to check the contents, and the smile on her face gets bigger before she peers back at him. 

“Enjoy yourself, Mr. Fushiguro,” she zips the bag and excuses herself before placing a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t be too rough.” Toji eyes at her slender fingers sliding away, and the clack of her heels drew further and further away, clicking on the stairs to join the lively bunch down below.

Toji’s eyes examine the door before him but can’t seem to fight the sneer molding into his face. He cracks his knuckle and neck before taking a moment to himself for a deep breath. There’s something in this room that ignites his excitement before it can skyrocket, and it gets a little difficult to contain it once he turns the doorknob.

The V.I.P. rooms are all set up the same: to his right was a single booth seat from one side of the room to the other, a circle table centered by the furniture. The ceiling lights can be dimmed or dialed up, but the ones here were dimmed to a warm glow, which was pleasing and subtly set the mood with the soft white LED lights behind the booth. And the temperature felt just right, prompting the older man to remove his jacket.  

Although he appreciates the change of atmosphere, Toji doesn’t mind what mood the room is set in — because he didn’t come here for that. He came for whatever caught his attention the moment he walked in. The smirk on his face brought the scar on the right side of his lips upright. 

To his right stood a mini stage where a silver pole comes from the center to the top of the ceiling; the light from the mounted full-length mirror on the wall casts a silhouette of something slinging around the pole. Or better yet, on someone. Alas, the person he’s longed to see this entire night is before him. Y/n, Toji’s favorite stripper, was in his sights.

You maneuver around the pole and drift your limbs through the air. Elegant motions perceived by Toji alone, daring not to say anything until you noticed him. And when you do, your eyes lock in on him, and your lips twinge into a smile. Fate was sealed, and the evening for you two had finally begun.

“Toji,” he loved how you said his name. You skillfully transition from a recliner move to a pole sit. “You made it; worried you’d have cold feet on me.”

“And miss seeing you tonight?” He strides in your direction before throwing his jacket to the booth seat, his feet stopping at the steps of your stage. He takes this chance to observe what you picked to wear tonight, elated knowing that you chose one of his favorite looks. “Not a chance.”

Your makeup was the first thing that caught his eye; pink and blue eyeshadow blended perfectly well and compliment your skin, aided with glossy lipstick that entices him. There were rhinestones added at the corner and lids of your eyes, making them shine more with the lighting. Since it’s just the two of you tonight, you opted to show more skin than usual. You wore a white, long-sleeved mesh shirt that had your chest area open, exposing the black laced bra that hugged your breasts nicely. White fishnet pantyhose that comes to your upper thigh, gartered to your lacy, black underwear. And to complete the look, transparent ultra-high heels. You were dolled up — just for him.

Your smile broadens — the brightest thing in the room to him. “That’s so sweet. Please take a seat and let me warm things up, okay?” And you continue back with your routine, swinging on the pole in the ballerina move. Your movements were effortlessly beautiful. Captivating to watch you operate your body around the item and your hand gracefully float around the air as you swing.

But then you come to a stop, finding that Toji is now on the stage and taking your hand in his. Emerald eyes instantly capture yours as his fingers intertwine with yours.

“No need to warm up,” he says in a low tone, as if the music around the room wasn’t already lowered enough for you two to speak normally. His face inches closer to yours, and your breathing becomes slow. “I’ve been waitin’ for this all night.”

His abrupt change was kind of shocking as he’s never one to switch up your procedure. But you don’t take it to heart because you understand, offering him a small smile before your eyes drift to his lips coming to yours. “Impatient much, huh?”

“That’s what happens when ya spoil me all the time,” he jests before a hand comes to your cheek, bringing his lips to yours for an awaited kiss. 

You two kiss with slow pecks, waiting for someone to make the first move. And Toji’s the one to do it, licking your bottom lip and playfully nibbling it. You titter faintly, opening your mouth to permit him to insert his tongue inside and play with yours. And you moan to him when he sucks and teases yours with his teeth.

Toji’s hand on your cheek goes to the back of your neck, wanting to keep the kiss in contact. And you follow suit, carefully placing your hands on his shoulders one by one from the pole. To hope you don’t fall, his other hand comes to your back for assistance. Yet your legs are still tightly wrapped around the metal pole. 

He breaks the kiss to see for himself, chortling at the display. And you beam at him, using your finger to drag his raven bangs along his forehead. “Spoiling you, huh?” You inquire, kissing his nose. “With how this night is set up, we’ll have to see who’s treating who.” 

He liked the sound of that. “Two hours to make it count, then.”

You wink. “Two hours.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“—Mmph…! Hoohh, fuck, that tongue…keep swirlin’ like that…”

“Nnmm…enjoying yourself there?” 

“Heh, keep teasing’ me like that, and we’ll see what happens, Y/n…Hmmm…”

Toji sits on the booth seat with his denim-clad legs spread out for you to crouch in between. Your hand snakes inside his shirt; the dent of his abs is sensed by your fingertips. And the free one is gliding up and down the exposed erection that’s out for your very eyes to see. 

Oh, fuck, this was a sight to see: crouching in front of your favorite client, having his cock in your very grasp. The limb is so big and girthy that it drives you crazy just marveling at it, and the twitch of your chasm below refuses to calm down. Every slow pump urges a bit of precum to slip out the urethra, and you gasp faintly at the contact of the substance staining your pretty nails. Shit, from his veins to the delicious tip, it’s been so long since you’ve seen a dick this oddly gorgeous. 

Hell, it’s been a long while since you’ve given head. And, holy fuck, it felt too good doing it right now — especially with a dick as mouthwatering as Toji’s. You started with slow licks to the cockhead and kisses to the frenulum, evoking hushed grunts from the older man; sounds you love entering your eardrums, pushing you to want more. Slow laps gradually lose to adventurous curiosity as you take in every inch of his length til the hilt meets your lips, humming at the sensation of him filling your throat. 

You suck on his shaft with glee, swirling your tongue on the underside with every bob to the mouth. And your hand still moves to please him, your fingers eventually finding his balls to give them a knead. A hiss leaves scarred lips, and he grabs for the top of your head. Oh, he’s definitely loving this. 

“Hshhh, shiiit, just like that, baby,” the pet name makes you mewl; he said it so hot. “Fuuuck, y’re so good.”

“Mmmm…Phuaa!” You release his girth from your lips, attacking the sensitive head with teasing licks, rubbing the limb on your face while placing chaste kisses. God, he loved how beautifully dirty you were being. “Hnnmm, yo’ thwink so…?”

Talking with your mouth full results in a laugh from Toji. “Fuck yeah; barely hangin’ on right now…Oh shit,” he shouldn’t have said that because you kiss his shaft down to his balls, sucking one into your mouth to have the man almost choke on his spit. “Hmng…!! Oh, shit, shit, I’m gonna cum, mama. Take me back in, Y/n—Ahhh!”

No can do! Because you immediately remove yourself from him, standing on your toes and walking backward. Observing the genuine staggered expression on Toji has you giggling, making him sneer in return. “You fuckin’ tease.”

“Come on now; you gotta do your part as well, you know.” You turn to crawl atop the stage, your hands on the pole while swaying your ass to the side. You know he’s watching, feeling his green eyes boring holes into your being. Knowing you’re being desired like this turns you on even more. 

Toji wastes no time, marching towards your ass with a hungry grin. Rough fingers come to your underwear, bringing it down with ease, biting his lip at the wet display of your cunt. “Oh, aren’t you a pretty thing, huh.” 

You titter, shivers crawling up your spine when his thumbs spread your folds to expose your bare vagina. You grab hold of the pole for preparation. “Please be delicate with me.”

He blows on your cunt, and you take a sharp breath. “After that lil’ stunt of y’rs a few seconds ago? You better hold on to that thing tight.” Toji gives your wetness a tantalizingly slow lick, taking in every shudder of your body. “Hnnm, taste good…” 

His hands find your waist and then stuffs his face to your ass, his lips and tongue going to work and sucking in your liquids. You cry out, gripping the pole as soon as you feel a flick to your clit. Your eyes instinctively shut, and your arch elates to bring your butt closer to him. 

Toji’s strong hold on you aids him in making sure you don’t get away from him; your soapy slit is right where he wants it, and he doesn’t plan on letting go. His tongue hurries through your labia, and your essence coats his tastebuds. You moan out loud at the feeling of the muscle pushing to the entrance, your hips jerking with his nose bumping close to your taint. 

“Ahaaa, ohh Jesus, yesss,” your words come out in pretty wails. “Yess, Toji, ‘eel so good…”

He hears and gives you another taunting lick from your clit to the vagina. This time, he notes your ass jolt when he comes close to your asshole. And he can’t fight his mischievous soul, bringing his tongue ever so slowly to it for you to gasp and realize what he’s doing.

“W–Wait, no, Tojiii!” You whine. Fuck, you sounded so cute. “Not there, please…!”

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” He brings a thumb to lather it with spit before pressing it to your anus. The choked sob erupting from you has him tingle, pushing the digit further in. “Don’t want me playin’ with this?”

“—Hnnff! Noooo, stop, that’s—Mmmm!” Goddamn, how could someone look so good while whining like this? Oh, he could never get enough of you before. Now, this little infatuation for you could dwell into an obsession if you keep batting your hooded eyes at him like that. “That's dirty…!” 

He shakes his head with a prurient leer and trenched brows. “Don’t worry, angel; I like dirty.” You gulped. That’s not what I meant! “Be dirty fr’ me, ‘kay? Wanna see it all...” Toji brings his face back to your southern lips, sucking and licking in an excitable fashion that has you trying so hard not to scream (even if the walls are supposedly soundproof). 

It’s here that you give up and have your face meet the floor of the stage, sinking into the feeling of Toji ravishing your cunt to feast on your come entirely. You can shake and try to move your hips all you want, but it won’t work; Toji will instantly shut you down and shove his mouth right back to your folds. And with his thumb scraping the walls of your tight asshole, chewing your lips does nothing to suppress the haze. 

“Hohhh, hnmm, oh my God, Ohhh…!” A hand finds its way to Toji’s wrist, holding onto it to prepare for what’s bound to happen. “Haaah, I’m about to cum…Please, like that, keep going…Oooo!!”

Nope. He doesn’t let you off the hook, withdrawing his face and thumb away from you, and the climb of your promised orgasm dissipates in seconds. You turn to him with an albeit hurt expression, expectedly being met with a smug look on his handsome face. “Hahhh, so mean…”

“Oh, I know y’re not talking, sweetheart.” Toji removes and discards your underwear somewhere across the room, giving your bare ass a playful smack to which you faux cry in pain with laughs. He then picks you up bridal style and walks you back to the couch, your face gently placed on the furniture with your buttocks up in front of him. He brings the tip of his cock to kiss your labia. “Ya ready?” You nod to him hurriedly with bitten lips of glee. All he wants to do is grab you by the chin and kiss the hell out of you. “Nice and slow fr’ ya, sweetie.” 

Your breath hitches at Toji’s glans being pushed into you, using your slick and his saliva to lubricate himself for easy access. Your hands grip the booth seat with every push of him, and you gasp loudly at the insertion of his tip. The subtle pain declined in mere seconds before being raptured by the sensation of his girth stretching you. Your body quakes by the time his pelvis meets the flesh of your ass, unable to contain the pants of air leaving your lips.

Toji moves his hips tremendously slowly, making you feel every bit of him. Holy shit, it’s been a while having a living, breathing dick inside you. The indistinct dents grazing your entrance with every push and pull, the veins scraping along your inner walls ever feels so fucking good, and his tip jabbing so deep inside you. Jesus Christ, you can’t blame your slit clamping onto him; he feels so good!

“Hmm? Ya like that, baby?”And Toji can tell, grinding his hips, stimulating a shaky howl. “Y’re grippin’ on me like crazy.”

“Ahhaaa, fuhuuuck, you feel so good, Toji,” you hum, gnawing on your lips as his pace goes faster by the second. Yes, yes! “Ohhhh, ’m so full…!”

He comes down to lick on the helix of your ear. His voice being so close to you has you clamping onto him harder. “Fuuck, that grip…Just stay like this fr’ me, all nice and pretty. Can ya do that?”

“Yesss, sir.” 

Oh, that title sparked something within him. The snicker to your ear had you swooned. “Keep callin’ me that.”

You giggle softly. “Of course, sir—Rrryahhh!!” He didn’t warn you when he started bucking his hips unexpectedly. 

Strokes to your cunt became quick, the sensation of him becoming rushed for your senses to comprehend after each thrust. The sounds of skin smacking against each other fill the space between you, and the heat transferring from your warm bodies is given in quick exchanges.

It doesn’t take long for your head to be thrown into a daze, your eyes shot up to the stars with every jab to your sensitive spots. Restraint is held by a thread, finding it strenuous to keep your voice down to a respectable volume. Your fingernails leave crescents on the booth seat beneath you as Toji drives his length into you. 

“—Ohhh! Fuuuu, oh shit, Tojiii, slow d—Owwhhn!!” He slaps your ass, an action you couldn’t foretell, and prevent a shriek from leaving your mouth. 

“Not ‘Toji’ right now,” he corrects you, grinding his pelvis again to scrape your walls to the point of wails. Gripping your ass like a toy, “What do you call me?”

“Mmmph!! I’m sorry, sir; forgive me…!” Another smack and the pain stings the skin to the point your eyes water. 

“Good girl,” he’s satisfied, coming down to place kisses on your shoulder and travel down your back. 

Toji straightens at the sight before him, taking in every detail of the situation. Having his favorite stripper be a whimpering mess for him: your mouth agape for cute sounds to fly out, the motion of your ass cheeks bouncing with every rut of him, and his dick digging into your alluring body. Fuck, if only he could take a picture of this. But thankfully, he still has another hour and a half to go — an hour and a half to indulge himself more with you. He paid good money for this, so he’ll make it worth every cent.

“Hey, mama,” he comes down to cup your face with his right hand, bringing you in for a hot kiss. You happily reciprocate, allowing him access and sucking his tongue with a mewl.

The kiss has him drink your high-pitched huffs while his tempo increases to an irregular speed. Your eyes screwed shut at the pacing; the feeling of his girth filling you so much is fucking crazy. Your head begins to pound with the heat that spreads across your face, and your brain gradually churns to mush as you can sense the climb of your climax. 

“—Shhhiiit, oh shiit!!” You pule with the trembles crawling up to your shoulders, a tiny streak of drool coming down from the corner of your lips. “F–Fhhh, I’m gonna cum, sir! Please, let me cummm…!”

“Hhhck!! Fuck, me too,” he confesses in between kisses. “Lemme finish here...” Toji sneaks a hand down to your lower region, his forefinger grazing your clitoris that was left unattended throughout this time. Until now. “Cum on me, angel. Let loose…”

The rough pads of his fingers swipe on your clit; your eyes widen at the action and force you to break the kiss. Your moans come out from his swipes and pinches on your delicate bud, and the growth of your orgasm ascends tenfold. Oh fuck, it’s coming, I’m— “Ohh–Ohoooo!!”

And then it hits you; the walls of your cunt clamp around Toji tightly, making the older man groan at the fluttering contraction. So engulfed with how good you feel that it prompts him to spill his load into you. But he doesn’t stop jerking his hips, smacking his cock into your sensitive chasm until he knows every drop of his ejaculation is pumped deep inside you. 

Toji brings his body down to your heaving one, your breathing synced with his as you two let your pleasurable highs subside. When things feel as though they’ve calmed down, he’ll bury his face in the crook of your neck and place kisses while rubbing your ass. You hum to his touch, deep exhales seeping through your nostrils.

“Mmmm, that was good,” he says to your skin before lifting his face to examine you properly, removing his length from your cunt and watching the trail of his come ooze out. “Heh, fuck that’s crazy…Ready for another round, sweetheart?”

Of course, you laugh at that. “Well, sir, if you’d like to go again, please be sure to use the condoms this time. I wouldn’t like Mei Mei to come here and murder us for not cleaning after ourselves.”

He lifts a brow. “Condoms?”

You point with your chin to the table at the booth center, noting the silver tray that displayed items for this occasion. Towels, water bottles, and, of course, packets of rubbers that were meant to be used. 

Toji blinks, and then a fit of laughter bubbles inside him. “Well, now I know. But I don’t see the point since I already fucked you raw. Already spoiled the fun for ya.”

You shrug with a smile, standing up to grab the towel to wipe yourself. “Boss’ orders.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he obliges with a kiss on your cheek before he shifts to lie on the couch. He discards his jeans and drawls, spreading his strong legs to showcase his member standing strong. He pats on his thigh, “Get y’r cute ass over here.”

You beam at him, grabbing for a wrapper and tearing it up to release a condom. “Yes, sir~.”

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“And so? You two cleaned up everything?”

“Yup, made sure it was all clean and neat the way it was before.”

“Good. Because I had a meeting in that room this morning, and neither my client nor I would like to have the smell of sex fill our conversation. Or seeing a condom wrapper on the floor.” 

“Hehe, well, I hoped you checked under the seats. He’d probably be sneaky enough to kick at least one down there.”

“Oh, you’re such a little…” Your manager doesn’t finish that sentence and hits you on the head with a makeup brush, resulting in a strong laugh from you.

Tonight was the following night after that event. You’re now in the dressing room, adding finishing touches to your make-up before you can go out to perform for the last day of the weekend. Mei Mei was with you, helping you fix yourself since she likes to help her performers feel at the top of their game. Also, as your friend, she wanted to hear the details of what transpired last night. 

“That man, I swear…” She says while looking at you through the vanity mirror, surveying your last touches to your brows and eyelids. “I knew he was whipped for you since the first time you danced for him. Now that you two finally did the deed, I can only imagine how much he’d do for you…Ugh, I’ll need to hire security specifically for him.”

The remark has you laughing some more. “Oh, stop it. I’m sure he knows better than to flip this place down.”

“Hmmm, you sure about that?” Silver brows go upward. “Considering the fact that we’ve had multiple close calls with him and other customers, scaring your clients when they’re not out of his seat – not to mention breaking someone’s arm for you – it’s not far out to imagine this man throwing shit and bodies all over if someone so much looks at you, especially now that he got his dick wet. Oh, he’s smitten.”

You shake your head throughout her explanation with a smile, knowing that it’s all semi-true. “Guess that’s men for you, huh?”

“Don’t I know it.” She scoffs, using this small time with you to braid her hair into two pigtails. “…You do like him, right?”

The question doesn’t take you aback, not showing any expression of shock while continuing to fix the straps of your pink bra under your mesh shirt. “Yeah…I think so. He’s one of my—“

“One of?”

You roll your eyes at your manager egging you on. “Okay. He is my favorite client. I think he’s a good company; plus, he pays a good amount of money to see me.”

“Oh? Was it the money that’s always made your heart thump? I wonder…” Mei Mei doesn’t try to suppress the smirk growing on her face, aware that you’re meekly glaring at her. She grabs for your lipstick to apply to her lips. “Maybe it never was because I can recall you telling me how hot you found you the first time. Hmph, maybe now that’s dialed up since you’ve been slapped with some good dick—“

“Okay, okay!” God, you couldn’t stand her sinister chuckle, precisely when it’s directed towards you.

“I’m just teasing~. I’m happy that you two are getting along, really.” She straightens up to examine her whole figure now that she’s done. “But he’s still one of my customers at the end of the day, and you one of my people. Money on the table or not, I won’t tolerate if he does anything to inconvenience me or you.” 

The sincerity in Mei Mei’s words wasn’t hard to grasp. After all, she was doing what any good boss would do. As well as your friend above anything else. And you appreciated it. “I know. You’ll be the first I run to if stuff goes left.”

The silver-haired woman gave a genuine smile and nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder to clutch before excusing herself from the dressing room. “See you out there; I have another meeting with a priest from the other side of the neighborhood.”

You gawk. “A priest? Is he here to be serviced?” 

“Nope, but if he keeps getting in the way of my business, I just might have to make some phone calls and endow my other services to deal with him.” Your blood shifted to ice cold at that sentence. Mei Mei is your friend by all means; however, that didn’t diminish how scary that woman can be sometimes. 

She opens the door and closes it behind her, leaving you alone to finish up. You stand up from your seat and maneuver around to admire tonight’s outfit choice. A mesh shirt that showcased your pink bra and black pantyhose that contrasted with your pink undies. Now, all you need to do is go to your locker and find whatever shoes to match and—

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Yo, Y/n?” It was Ino’s voice. He doesn’t come inside the room but creaks the door for you to hear him. “Sorry, but someone wishes to speak with you.”

Huh, someone wants to see me? “Oh, okay. Tell them to wait for me by the door.”

“Sure thing!” And then the young DJ closes the door, and you decide the shoes can wait for later. Giving yourself a look or two in the mirror, you walk up to the door and pull it open to see who wishes to see you. Only to find that the person is standing in front of the doorway.

It was Toji, standing tall and greets you with a smirk once you entered his vision. The mild anxiousness from a few seconds was gone, exchanging it for a smile. “Hey,” he said it cooly.

“Hi,” you return the greeting, watching him step closer to you to lean against the doorframe. “You just got here?” 

“Mhmm, didn’t have much to do, so I figured I’d come before things are about to pick up.” Toji brings his face to yours, daring to give your lips a peck. And you allow it, kissing his scar when he draws back. “I thought last night was fun.”

“Me too,” you whisper back to him before he kisses your neck. “I’d like to have fun like that with you sometime. You know, not during business hours and such.”

He quirks up a brow. “Yeah? Hmm, me too.” He puts his forehead to yours, his hands snaking around your waist to bring you two together. “I’d love to have you around somewhere.”

You hum, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck. “That’d be nice.”

“…But I’d also love to fuck the hell outta you like last time.” His honesty has you erupting in laughter, and your sweet voice has him grinning. “I’m serious; you drove me crazy last time. Pussy like that can’t be shared, I’m sorry—”

“Oh, my God, stop!” You try to get out of his hold, even if your laughs get louder when he tightens his grip on you. “Drove you crazy, huh?” You peer to see him nod before kissing his chin. “Well, I got a few minutes before I go out there…Want me to suck you off?”

Did you even have to ask? The man immediately leers from ear to ear, taking your wrist and pulling you back into the dressing room. And you allow him with a laugh, making sure to lock the door before the thought of getting caught fills your mind.

“Good thing you caught me dressing,” you say as he sits on the couch from across the dressing room, and you crouch between his legs. You pull down his zipper, “This one’s free of charge.”

And he shifts comfortably, taking off his jacket to discard. “Lucky me.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs + comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header art by melkor mancin + dividers by @/cafekitsune.

#𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒔 #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji x you #toji x y/n #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji x you #fushiguro toji #toji fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fic #jjk imagines #jjk fic

[kaiserin-erzsebet]

So, we’ve gotten to the entry where Mina has a “I’m not like the New Women” moment, let’s talk about what the concept of the New Women and why it is deeply ironic for Mina of all characters to be dismissive of them.

With the second wave of industrialization and the increase in the ability of women to access higher education in England starting in the 1870s, there was a corresponding social movement to change the way women were perceived. 

New Women were educated women who had careers - usually from the increasingly large Victorian middle and upper middle class. They advocated for women to have greater autonomy over their lives and greater financial freedom. Basically the ability to live on their own and not have to rely on men and marriage. It was also wrapped up with the suffragette movement - though the New Woman was not necessarily a suffragette.

There was a lot of backlash in late Victorian society which claimed that independence was unwomanly and would lead to the emasculation of men and the neglect of the family. As tame as it may seem to us now, this sort of thing was supposed to look absurd because the men and women have switched gender roles: 

So when there are jabs at New Women in sections of Dracula about how women will propose in the future, we are supposed to read it in the same sense as the Punch parodies. This is supposed to be an absurd notion that would upend gender norms. Of course as modern readers it doesn’t because we’ve moved past those gender roles.

But it is also striking in the text because Mina is the picture of the New Woman without the satirical varnish of something like Punch. She is from the middle to upper middle class. She is well educated and has a job at the beginning of the novel: She is a school teacher. 

Socially she is exactly the kind of woman who has the position to be more independent. The idea that she is a New Woman also comes from her characterization. She is a very active character and has a remarkable amount of agency. She goes places and asks questions and starts to put together the mystery without necessarily relying on men.

And her relationship with Jonathan actually does invert gender roles. She is the person who is more active and Jonathan is more reliant on her. He may be the breadwinner (or will be now that he’s fully a solicitor and not just a clerk), but they don’t have a very typically gendered relationship for the period. 

And on the note of the gay subtext in Mina’s relationship with Lucy - New Women were also the kind of people who entered into Boston Marriages.

And it seems that Stoker tries and fails to distance the character he wrote from the image of the New Woman. There are these weirdly out of character comments in Mina’s journal about New Women that read as either deeply ironic or as Stoker backpedaling on the character Mina actually is. 

There are also sections later that point to Stoker having a very ambivalent relationship with feminism, but it will be worthwhile to discuss those when we get there.

But the crux of why Stoker seems to think he hasn’t written a New Woman is this: Mina is exceptionally nurturing. She cares for Lucy. She cares for other characters when they are physically or emotionally compromised later. Mina’s most stereotypically feminine feature is that she is a carer. She is not the image of a woman who emulates the emotional expression of a man.

Read from a modern perspective it comes across as a bit absurd, because being an independent woman and being nurturing are not mutually exclusive.

#dracula #dracula daily

[huggybearhughes43]

One on one?

UMich! Luke Hughes x fem! Reader

Summary- you play womens hockey at Michigan and after a conversation between you and Luke you guys decide to settle who’s better with a bet.

Warnings- smut, semi- public, oral (m! Receiving), PinV, creampie (don’t be silly), mad Luke, rough, soft at the end bc it’s Luke 😇, lil surprise at the end 🤫

Words- 1.5k

I shoot the puck at the goal and the buzzer goes off, signaling my winning goal for my team. I run and celebrate with my team, the most happy I’d been in months. Cheers came from the student section and the rest of the crowd as we skate off the ice and make our may to the locker room.

I finish my business in the locker room, showered, changed, then made my way out. I was the last out of the locker room, my phone buzzed with a notification and when I look down I bump into someone. “Oh- sorry” I look up and see Luke Hughes. I huff and put my phone in my pocket. Everyone knows Luke, or at least everyone who’s interested in hockey at UMich. He’s two of the best hockey players baby brother, and on top of that he’s a pretty amazing player himself. But, on the contrary, he tends to pick on the girls hockey team.

I smile mischievously and decide to pick on him back. “Did you see the goal I made? Pretty good huh? Kinda sad I made a goal this season before you isn’t it?” I say in an innocent tone. “It was a lucky shot, their goalie lost sight of the puck” he rolls his shoulders and runs a hand through his curly hair. “How about we make a bet?” He adds. I look up and furrow my brows, “what kind of bet?” “Stay for my game and if I get a better goal than you then you have to do what ever I say for a week, if I don’t I do whatever you say.” He shrugs. I contemplate for a moment the respond, “fine”.

I sit in a seat that’s right next to the benches, a row that’s reserved for guests that the players invite. Crowds of student came into the building and other UMich fans while I waited for the same to start. At first the game went smoothly until the opposing team got a goal, then another, and one more. It’s the last five minutes of the second period and Michigan was down 0-3. I sit back in my chair and cross my arms.

The buzzer goes off at the end of the games signaling that the other team had won, 3-1, but that one goal wasn’t Luke. I sigh and stand up, I was happy I won the bet but my schools team still lost. I make my way to the men’s locker room and wait for Luke to exit. I’d been standing for about 30 minutes and I could swear that the whole team had already left. I shake my head and enter the locker room. It was silent except for a shower running in the back. I rub my eyes and call out for him, “Luke, you in here?” “Yeah” he says and turns the shower off. I wait soundlessly for him by the door as he rounds the corner only wearing a towel. I can’t help but drift my eyes down his toned body then back up.

“I mean, don’t mean to rub in your face or anything but I’m pretty sure there was a bet that I just won.” Luke rolls his eyes and scoffs, “yeah, I get it, I have to do whatever you say.” He shoves his bag onto a bench and looks through it. I feel a pinch of guilt course through my chest and suddenly I feel horrible for the loss.

I sigh and step closer to him, placing my hands on his shoulders then spinning him around. “We should start now, hm?” I say and softly push him to sit down on the bench. “What’re you doing?” He says with a slightly annoyed tone. “Making up for the loss” I attach my lips to his neck making him take in a sharp breath. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, y/n.” “Who said I can’t finish it?” I move my lips up and press them to his in a hungry kiss. His hands move to squeeze my hips as we kiss, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth.

I readjust on his lap, Luke grabs my hips once again and starts moving them back and forth slowly, Luke swallowing my gasps in the kiss. I get a sudden boost of confidence and pull back to pull off my jersey. I stand up and pull off my pants and panties in one go, crawling back into his lap with nothing but a red Lacy bra covering my tits. When I fully sit back down on him I feel his rock hard length press into me through the towel. He grasps my hips and lifts me a bit to pull the towel off of him. Without a second thought he cups one of my covered breasts and sucks the exposed part. “Luke…” I breathe out softly. He smirks and reaches around, unclasping my bra and letting it drop to the floor.

Luke groans and I look up worried. “I don’t have a condom.” He pouts softly and I smirk “I’m on the pill, Lukey, don’t worry.”. He bites his lip at the nickname and pulls me back all the way down on his lap, earning a gasp from me. I spit in my hand and grab his dick, rubbing the saliva all over it as a substitute for lube. I line him up to my entrance, I lean down and kiss him as I slowly sit down on his cock. Whimpers and moans flow out of my mouth as I sit down comfortably. “Luke~” I moan and pull away, resting my forehead on his.

I slowly grind back and forth on him, my legs already joining weak at the feeling of him in me. “Too big~” I moan softly and scrunch my face up. He suddenly grasps my hips tightly and fucks up into me, earning I loud scream like moan to come out. “Fuck- fuck- Luke!” I moan and scratch into his back as he fucks up into me. “So pretty…” he says softly and leans to capture one of my nipples in his mouth. He detaches and lifts me up as he stands, his dick still deep inside of me. He presses my back to a locker and lifts my legs up and rest them on his shoulders, basically folding me in half as he continues to fuck into me. I arch my back and loll my head back into the locker. He continues slamming into me, hitting the soft spongy part perfectly, making my orgasm rise rapidly.

“Luke- fuck- please don’t stop, I’m gonna cum!” Instead of stopping, Luke moves his thumb down to rub circles on my clit. Without warning I tighten around him and cum all around his cock, throwing my head back into the lockers as he continues to fuck me. He moves his head to rest it on one of my shoulders as his thrusts become uneven and sloppy. “Baby, please cum in me” Luke’s cock twitches at the nickname. He groans deeply and spills into me in warm thick ropes. I whimper as he pulls out and helps me stand up.

I have other ideas when I look down and see that he’s still hard. I smirk and sink to my knees and look up at him as I grasp his dick with my hands. “Y/n… you really don’t have to-“ I cut him off when I suck his tip softly. I hear a prefect moan fall from his lips which encourages me to take more into my mouth. I slide my mouth on his cock further, as deep as I could go as I bob my head back and forth. His hand falls down and tightly grasps my hair as he helps me go a steady pace. One of my hands grasp the base of his cock that I couldn’t fit in my mouth and the other one grasps his balls, squeezing lightly. He looks down at me as I look up and he groans, his abs tightening and spasming as he gets close to his release. He grasps my hair even tighter and pushes me all the way onto his dick as he cums down my throat.

As soon as he finished he lets go of me. I pull off of his dick and stand up, sticking my tongue out to prove I swallowed all of it. He smirks lightly and pulls me close to him by my hips, he lays a soft kiss on my forehead. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I blush lightly and look up at him “no, I liked it.” I stand on my tippy toes and press another soft kiss to his lips.

“Holy shit”

Both of our heads snap to the door of the locker room. My eyes meet with Ethan Edwards surprised eyes. His jaw was dropped as he stared at my naked body. Luke scoffs and wraps the towel around me, shielding my body from his friend’s eyes.

#smut #hockey smut #luke hughes smut #nhl #nhl smut #nhl hockey #nhl players #umich hockey #umich smut #nj devils #new jersey devils

[tainbocuailnge]

i watched fight club today. really not hard to see how this became such a cultural mainstay. i feel like the opening sections before tyler even shows up are possibly even stronger than the rest of it, this setup of this guy with his cushy office job and his pleasantly furnished apartment being so chronically unfulfilled in his picture perfect life that he ends up visiting support groups for the terminally ill to vicariously get access to a framework through which he's allowed to lament his life, but even within these support groups everyone's lament has to adhere to a certain safe image, the narrator fucking hates marla for doing the exact same thing as him because she's not even pretending to go along with the image of beautiful lament despite her being extremely suicidal and just as much in need of support, and when chloe complains about her struggle to get laid now that she's consigned to a beautiful tragic cancer death she is quickly pulled away from the microphone. everyone on screen is excruciatingly unfulfilled because so much as voicing your desires outside very rigidly defined frameworks of acceptability is severely frowned upon.

it's extremely obvious why the men who join fight club are drawn to the allure of a framework through which they're allowed to desire and obtain the experiences of the flesh. all of tyler's crimes involve the taboo of the flesh somehow. splicing porn frames into movies. pissing and nutting into the food he's serving. stealing liposuction clinic fat to make soap and explosives. and of course starting underground fight rings. because the physical is inherently transgressive to these allowed frameworks of success and lament. when tyler lists the rules of fight club all the men present giggle at "no more than two guys per fight" "no more than one fight at a time" because just the fact that they're all here gathering as unfulfilled men indulging in the taboo of high impact physical contact gives everything a (homo)sexual angle that they have to laugh off. because even here in their transgressive taboo secret club they have to adhere to what is allowed! they're not gay. they're manly men who want to fuck women. they are deeply unfulfilled and deeply desperate for a place to belong among other men. they are simply exchanging one rigid framework for another.

it's no coincidence that the first support group the narrator goes to is for testicular cancer either, all these men crying about how losing their balls ruined their lives not because they almost died but because their wives divorced them for not being able to impregnate them anymore, because it destroyed their masculinity and thus their value as human beings, and especially bob who used to be an accomplished bodybuilder but needing to get his balls removed lead to hormonal imbalances that lead to breast growth and now this once masculine ideal is nobody anymore because he's no longer a proper man. he's the only one in tyler's army who gets to have a name.

like specifically bob and sophie really stand out to me as very bold statements especially considering when this movie was made and also very clear signs of what its trying to say here. the extreme social and physical alienation of modern consumerist society and the way it intersects with harmful ideas of masculinity to create a genre of extremely volatile reactionary asshole. and also the fact that the reason the narrator even ended up going to this support group is because his doctor was calling him a fucking pansy for not just powering through his insomnia and telling him to have a look at these tragically emasculated men if he wants to see what's really worth pitying. and having your balls cut off repeatedly being used as the worst threat you could possibly make to a man in this movie because being emasculated is worse than death.

tyler constantly tells the narrator he needs to be prepared to die if he wants to be free, he needs to lose everything and destroy everything if he wants to become able to do whatever he wants, but it's only after the narrator kills himself -> kills tyler and the ideal of masculinity tyler represents that he's actually able to desire something without being told what to desire. the narrator doesn't know what he wants and can't tell tyler what he wants when tyler demands to know, because being tyler isn't actually what he wants once it becomes clear to him where that ideology will lead, but as long as tyler is looming over him as his concept of the ideal (masculine) self he still can't be or even conceptualise his actual fulfilled self. because tyler is taking up all his brainspace to be nothing but a volatile reactionary asshole at the center of a death cult. it's the least masculine man in the movie who gets to be named, martyred even, in the pursuit of tyler's masculinity, and he's named because the narrator realizes he cannot abide tyler's ideal of masculinity. anyway. good movie.

#anyway i love cuchulainn #metapost

[henrioo]

Hello! May I ask for an Ace X S/O scenario where Ace wants cuddles but his lover is busy on the ship. He’s been trying to get an opportunity alone with them but has failed each time! This goes on for the day, leading him to sulk in a corner. Finally, he gets a chance to snatch his love away from work and they cuddle, he voices out his love/needs and S/O comforts and repeats “I love you” while giving him many kisses on his face.

Thank you! ❤️

✦ ── LITTLE TRICK: PORTGAS D. ACE

Relationships: Ace x Gn! Reader

Synopsis: Ace was missing you, but you were too busy with your work on the ship... So he had to take drastic measures

Warnings: Gn! Reader, Canonical universe, Mentions of office work, Mentions of overworked people, Relationship Distancing, Mentions of Injury (False), Mentions of Blood (False)

Word Count: 1,2k

Notes: Here it is! Our boy can't stay away from you and that's why he went looking for the solution, don't be mad at him, okay? Hope you like it and thanks for ordering with me

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Being a pirate and having a relationship wasn't one of the easiest activities in his routine. Of course it could be much worse, after all you and Ace were very lucky to be both pirates and also on the same crew. Just being able to see each other every day, sleep in the same bed and be in the same environment for most days was something many pirates envied and wished for in their own relationships.

But that didn't make the job any easier, you were a pirate busy being… Well, you had a secretary's job actually. You basically took care of the paperwork and helped all the commanders, going from the top down to make sure that all problems were solved and that no one was lost. It was really tiring, but knowing that you were an essential part of the Whitebeard Pirates, plus of course everyone's thanks, made all the hard work worthwhile.

The thing was, you weren't the only one busy, Ace as second in command had an entire section of men and women to command and organize in taking care of duties across the ship and beyond. Besides, he loved adventures, so it wasn't hard for Pops to put him on missions that required him to go to other islands, whether it was to make sure everything was ok, hunt someone, receive something, anything that was off the ship, Ace was the first option to go solve.

This ended up affecting your relationship a lot, it was not uncommon for the two of you to arrive in the bedroom when the other was already asleep, often even leaving so early before the loved one woke up. There were few moments that you could really enjoy together and alone, since in addition to your duties, you also had other moments to enjoy with your family or taking care of needs, such as buying personal items on the islands.

You initially didn't seem bothered, of course, you were missing your boyfriend so much. Lie down with him on the beach and just enjoy it for a while, but there was so much work to do! Your head was lost among the obligations you didn't even see as you were letting go of your boyfriend, you couldn't even remember. You woke up, busied yourself with work until the evening, and then passed out in bed ready to do it all over again the next day.

But Ace… Ah, poor boy, everyone had noticed how terrible his mood had been these past few days. It's been a while since he woke up without you by his side and he didn't even see you during the days on the ship, you were so busy that it's unfair! You were lovers! You guys should spend time together! He walked up and down doing his duties with an annoyed face and no one had the audacity to anger the commander.

After days of playing chairs, where you two missed each other all the time, he got tired! Ace threw it all in the air and was more than determined to have some time with you, no matter what the consequences!

After winding up all his subordinates, he walked discreetly through the ship's corridors looking for where you were, it didn't take long for him to find you in Marco's office, organizing some folders. Smirking he got ready, just got some sauce and spread it over his abdomen and then the party would begin!

"Y/n! Y/n!" He yelled whimpering as he threw himself against Marco's door. He held his red-stained abdomen and expressed a face of genuine suffering.

"Ace?!" You screamed, dropping the folders on the floor and running to your boyfriend.

"Shit, I… I ended up dropping some stuff in the weapons warehouse… It hurts" he moaned in pain and clung to you.

"I need to take you to Marco now" you prepared to run in search of the doctor but you were stopped by Ace.

"No… Too far" he said tiredly, suffering "Your room is closer… I just need to lie down"

"Sure, come on, I'll take you there!" Ace had to hold back his smile so as not to spoil his plan, you were so willing to help that you didn't even notice the fact that the infirmary was much closer than your room.

Walking with a limp and groaning in pain, Ace did his best in acting, luckily the halls were empty and he could only thank the gods for helping with his plan. It wasn't bad at all, he just needed a few kisses from his lover and then he'd give him back for the hard work he had.

Arriving in the room, the man closed the door and you took him to his bed, carefully placing him on the bed.

"Oh my god, calm down, I, I'll go" you said, nervous and lost, looking around trying to figure out what to do to help.

"Here… Closer" he said breathlessly, you quickly approached ready to help your injured lover.

That's when he got you! Like a little rabbit in a hunter's trap! He wrapped his arms around his body and flipped you around, throwing you onto the bed and climbing on top of you. Making you totally pinned against him and the mattress, he quickly relaxed, throwing his weight on you, and hugging you extremely tight. Ready to kill the longing.

"Ace!?" You screamed nervously and tried to break free "Your wound!"

You struggled for a few more seconds until you heard your boyfriend's laugh, he was rubbing his face in your neck and now he was laughing uncontrollably.

"You… worm! You tricked me! You nearly scared me to death!" You screamed and started hitting him on the back, you almost fainted from fright seeing him with blood and it was all a prank?!

"Sorry" he drawled, you knew he didn't feel a thing, it was obvious from the huge smile plastered across his face.

"What's your problem?! You almost killed me!" You continued thrashing with rage.

"Did I kill you?! You've been killing me for weeks! Don't you remember you have a boyfriend?!" He yelled angrily staring at you, his face was red and he had a pout on his lips.

"You… You almost gave me a heart attack because you missed me?" You said finally calming down, you relaxed against him and let him hold you.

"You didn't give me any other choice" he apologized sadly "You're always so responsible with your work… I knew you wouldn't stop just to pay attention to me…" he lay back against her chest.

"I don't… Well…" you've finally realized that in the last few weeks you may have been neglecting your boyfriend. "Sorry love… I think I got too mad with work" you admitted your guilt, after all you should have been more careful with that.

"Fine, I'm willing to think about forgiving you," he teased.

"Oh yeah? And what do I need to do to receive your forgiveness, my chocolate cake?" You teased by stroking the man's hair.

"First, don't talk about food that makes me hungry, second, you have to hold me the rest of the day and keep telling me that you love and adore me and that I'm your perfect boyfriend" he said between laughs.

"Oh sure, that's the least my perfect boyfriend deserves," you laughed.

"I missed you…" he admitted.

"Me too, I promise I'll see Pops to work a little less, I'll make it up to you"

"Great…" he closed his eyes in satisfaction.

"Wait, you smeared tomato sauce on me?!" You said and Ace knew there was still a lot of fun to come.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #onepiece #anime imagines #one piece imagine #imagines #anime and manga #portgas ace x reader #portgas d ace #portgas ace x you #portgas d ace x reader

[neverlookatthisblog]

One of the girls

A/N: this is my first story since I’ve written smut so if it’s a little ehh just bare with me it’s been a long time🫣😭😭😭 (not proof read so there might be some mistakes)

Inspo for this story: One of the girls by The Weeknd and backstage passes by est gee and Jack Harlow

Smut

Jack had a rough past with women at the time him and his girlfriend broke up he felt Lonely most nights

During the come home the kids miss you tour he met you

You met him when he called you up on stage to shoot the basket into the hoop making it in of course you and Jack shared a cute moment

Fast forward to now you where on the side cheering him on you and Jack weren’t really dating just having fun

From the beginning Jack made it clear that it was no strings attached

“I understand I’m here for the same reasons”you said making eye contact with him

And from there you guys stood on what you both agreed on

You were known on TikTok for going to concerts and meeting different celebrities getting vip tickets,vip sections,etc

It was the day of tour and you were all backstage celebrating

“Thank you all for being here and sharing this experience with me” he said

You all cheered listening to music eventually you took the party to the tour bus and at this point everyone was doing there own thing In there own words

“We going out and celebrating or what” urban asked

In all honestly Jack didn’t really wanna go out he looked at you

“Nah me and y/n are gonna stay in the bus tonight”he said

“Alright well the whole gang is going out if you change your mind just let us know”

Everyone was gone it was just you and Jack

You and Jack both knew what it would lead too

With you laying on the couch while Jack was holding your hands above your head as he kissed you soft

You pulled apart

“You know there was always something different about you” Jack grabbed your hand

“What do you mean” you said

“You know what I mean Can you feel how much I want you” Jack placed your hand against his bulge you feeling how hard he got just from that little kiss

“I can” you say rubbing your hand against him softly through his jeans

Without saying anything Jack pushed you down pulling you closer by your thighs

He slowly removed your sweats kissing your thigh until he got up to your underwear

“Are you sure you wanna do this or do you wanna just chill tonight?” Jack never has asked you this which caught you by surprised

“What of course ” you said Jack gave you a nod before pulling them off

Jack pulled you closer Jack slips it In

Holding your legs while he drove into you

“Is this okay?” He asked

“Yeah it’s good” you smiled giving him the okay to continue

He waisted no time slipping into you

"Fuck jack" you moaned jack put your legs around his waist

"Oh my god" you moaned while jack continued messing you up

"Shit" jack gasped while thrusting faster the movement made your heart beat every second

"I'm gonna cum" he smiled at you grabbing your waist leaning down bodies closer than ever

You closed your eyes when jack started staring at you but Jack wasn’t having it “keep them open and keep them eyes on me”

You did exactly that opening your eyes and looking at Jack

Jack was satisfied with the way he was moving his hips he made you moan every second every chance he got it was hard for you to make eye contact with him because it was intense. You couldn’t take it closing your eyes again but Jack tapped your face “open them back up or I will stop” you grown but obeyed

“ oh, my God, Jack” you scratch his back as he goes deeper, hitting that spot that gets your body burning

you are always very vocal when it came to sex with Jack and he would always listen when it came to your needs

“I’m gonna cum” you and Jack both knew you had to be quick because the gang was going to come back eventually

“Cum for me y/n” and you did just that but Jack didn’t stop this time he went overboard, overstimulating you

“That’s right ride that shit out” he said as he watching your body shake and quiver from your orgasm

After you both came, you both just sat there in silence for a moment

you realized you were actually in love with him, but you knew you couldn’t process the hurt it would give you if you told him because you both agreed no strings attached but you ended up liking him every moment you two spent together you knew you would just get hurt in the end

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow smut #jack harlow concepts #jackharlow #jack harlow x reader

[kata4a]

@jadagul @necarion @arsinyk @quantumofawesome

Over Thanksgiving @jadagul was explaining Maiden handtalk (from the Wheel of Time novels) to me, which as I understand it is a signed language used by the female warrior class of the setting, letting them communicate in secret (and in particular without being understood by men).

Obviously this immediately made me think of Irish Sign Language.

ISL is a language unique for having highly distinct gendered variants (due to the segregation of schools for deaf children). Naturally the children, after graduating, would eventually want to interact with each other, and naturally, it was the women who were expected to learn the men's language.

This of course, meant that female ISL speakers knew a private language which they could use to communicate in secret from men.

That's at least what I remembered, but I wanted to confirm that I had my facts straight, so I did a little bit of research when I got back to Boston. Pretty much every source I could find agrees that Irish Sign Language has two distinct gendered variants (e.g.: https://www.irishdeafsociety.ie/irish-sign-language/). But it was somewhat more difficult to find more information characterizing those differences.

At least it was until I found the faculty page for Barbara LeMaster, whose research specialty is apparently exactly this. A lot of the most useful information was from her 2006 paper, Language Contraction, Revitalization, and Irish Women

Apparently, the gendered differences in ISL are not just from segregated schooling in general, but in fact can be traced to two specific schools during a specific period of time: St. Mary's School for Girls from 1846 to 1946 and St. Joseph's School for Boys from 1855 to 1957.

(Why do the gendered differences seem to disappear in the middle of the twentieth century? Because the schools, and especially the girl's school, stopped teaching sign language and started emphasizing oralism; and as the language was used less and less the variations within it started to collapse. Apparently ISL as it is taught now is largely a standardization of the language that was spoken at St. Joseph's, although the details are of course a bit more complex than that.)

And LeMaster does confirm that the "women learned male signs for public sign use, reserving female signs for private use among women." (p. 214) She goes on to say:

Men of this generation typically use the male form with everyone. And as might be expected, the men often claim that the differences between their and the women’s signs are not great and did not impair communication between them (Foran 1996[1979]; Foran, cited in Leeson and Grehan 2004). However, the women, having done the accommodation work, recognize the differences between their signs and the men’s signs, noting that in the beginning they had to use their common finger-spelling system to communicate with the men through spelling words in English (Coogan, 2003; Ceci Walsh, interview by the author, 2004; LeMaster 1990). Most women use the male signs more often but have retained their female forms for use with other women in certain contexts.

Unfortunately, as far as I can tell, rather than being a cool secret gossip language, the social position of the women's sign language is a lot more "girls feel bad for being girly":

For example, in a videotaped interview, one woman talks about being ridiculed by men for her female signs. She says that she has forgotten a lot of female signs and actually “prefers” male signs over female signs. She says of male signs (translated from ISL), “They’re nicer.” Curiously, however, this same woman, who claims to have abandoned her female signs, interacts with other women who are monodialectal in female ISL. And during the sign interview on videotape, at the very time she says that she no longer uses female signs, she employs the female sign for use. In a section of the videotaped interview immediately following this segment, she uses the male sign for use, so it is clear that she knows both forms, and her use of the female sign in this instance was an unconscious code switch.

#language

[grainjew]

On Gallifreyan Vestigial Gender

[this is the revised and expanded version of some rambling i initially did in my cowriter's discord DMs. i tried cite sources where i could, but a lot of this has been marinating in my brain since half-absorbing posts twenty pages deep into peoples' dw tags 3 years ago, and also i spend way too much time on the wiki, so please excuse anything i can't quite source, which is most of it. huge thanks to @oriigami for being my original conversation partner and contributing extremely to the concepts here, and to @bird-of-paradox and @waywren, neither of whom I am being allowed to @, for bothering me into not leaving it as unreadable discord screenshots]

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There's this tendency among queer Doctor Who fans to look at Time Lord society, with its alienness and regeneration, and ask, frustrated, "Why do they even have gender?"

I sympathize with this extremely. I've been the one asking this question plenty in the past, and I do think it's a bit silly, and even sillier that the genders are "man" and "woman" and there are apparently two of them. But I also think that the section of canon most insistent about the Gallifreyan gender binary, the 7th Doctor novels from the 90s, also has the potential to be the most interesting about it.

Now, this is not to say that the text of those novels isn't weird about gender in a flawed, written by (as far as I know) cis people in the 90s way. But I think that you can extrapolate and queer what's there in very interesting ways, often because it's so flawed in the first place: Gallifrey, too, is an extremely flawed society. Decadent, degenerate, and rotten to the core, as the show put it.

So, VNAs Gallifrey: living Houses and their female Housekeepers, cultural and literal planet-wide sterility, Loom birth, rigid overcomplicated bureaucracy, the enduring legacy of the pre-Rassilon Pythian regime. The gender binary as presented here goes something like

women: chaos/magic/psychic powers/superstition/the house (scary)/biological childbirth/fertility men: cold rationality/order/science/bureaucracy/loom-birth/sterility

The Pythia and the Lord President. Magic and science. The House and the Web of Time.

Obviously a lot of this is classic gender binary stuff. But let's put the exasperated question of "Why must we do the gender binary like this?" aside for a moment and think about Gallifreyan society instead.

Pythia-ruled and Time Lord-ruled Gallifrey have a lot of the same problems in the end, just wearing different faces: they're both very much totalitarian states that believe themselves to be above everyone else. But while the Time Lords observe and micromanage the Web of Time from their Panopticon, maintaining its integrity to their standards, the Pythians didn't have time travel, so this preoccupation with control manifested--as far as I know; this is the bit in the meta where I admit I haven't actually read Time's Crucible yet--as keeping the entirety of society in one psychic hivemind, leaving nobody any privacy, plus a lot of future-reading and prophecy and whatnot.

The main relics of that societal layout into post-Rassilon Gallifreyan society are the Matrix, which has every single dead Time Lord's brain in it and does their prophecies for them, just couched in a little bit more science than Pythian magic, the Houses, which are alive all around you and in which you're constantly being watched by the Housekeeper through her mirrors, and, of course, the gender binary.

The Pythia was always a woman. Women were the ones with vast psychic powers, with magic; women were the ones in charge. Pythian Gallifrey was a heavily gendered society. This is because Gallifreyans are a kind of bug /shot with the "irrelevant to the point at hand" gun.

And so, when Rassilon rebelled, he was very much playing the part of "opposite gender with opposite worldview." The Pythia had female magic and superstition; he had male science and technology. His most trusted Founders were either all or mostly men, depending on the version of events you prefer. (Personally I have my doubts about the Other.) Rassilon built his new society as a man, among men, in opposition to the matriarchs before him.

Gallifrey, despite the invention (or theft, depending on the story) of regeneration allowing people to trans their gender randomly and sometimes unintentionally, never left the gender binary behind.

The whole point of modern Gallifreyan society is that they're still stuck in that exact same moment Rassilon took over (and the Pythia cursed them to sterility, if thats the version you're going with). You could easily make an argument for this being some cycle of abuse type situation; Rassilon and co overthrew the Pythia and immediately did exactly what she was doing to them to the wider universe. I tend to read it as a regeneration: it's the same society, really. It just died and was reborn, and now it looks and sounds different.

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The downside of trying to translate a discord conversation into a proper meta post is that sometimes making a coherent transition between thoughts is impossible. So to introduce the next bit of this post, I'm going to hand you off for a moment to this post about the 8th Doctor's "I'm not sure I've ever even been a man" quote from Interference. As op of that post says, the Doctor is genderqueer even by Gallifreyan standards- he's being questioned in that scene by another Gallifreyan, who doesn't understand his experience of gender.

The EDAs are full of "Eight is nonbinary" quotes, of course. Every queer fan who's ever engaged with them has a collection (and if anyone knows where that one google doc compilation that was going around awhile back went I'd be in your debt, because I'd love to know if my collection is missing any), but almost all those quotes refer to his genderqueerness in human terms, as observed by human companions, or in response to human assumptions. Except that one. Not only is Gallifrey's gender binary alive and well in a society where people can literally change their gender when they die, but the Doctor doesn't fit inside it.

All this to say that being a renegade Time Lord is a nonbinary thing to do. Especially the Doctor, with all sorts of weird Other Timeless nonsense in their biodata. Women stay on Gallifrey (or Karn!) and do magic and watch you. Men stay on Gallifrey and do science and watch other people. Renegades go out and do whatever they please. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

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So. Gallifrey has a gender binary. It's vestigial, a remnant of an earlier iteration of society with a much sharper male-female divide, and it doesn't make logical sense for it to exist. So: How does it manifest? And what function does its continued existence serve in the interests of the status quo and ruling class?

Let's take a look at 7th Doctor novel Lungbarrow.

Lungbarrow introduces us to (among many other things) the living Houses of the Time Lord Families, and to the family structures within: the patriarchal figure of the Kithriarch, the always-female Housekeeper, bound in her ritual marriage to the House itself, and hordes of petty squabbling Cousins.

Kithriarch is already an interesting title. It's obviously a gender neutral version of matriarch or patriarch, but the role itself seems to be almost entirely a male sort of thing in opposition to the feminine Housekeeper.

The Housekeeper, meanwhile, seems to be in a direct conceptual and societal line of descent from the Pythian priestesses: she can see anything within her domain, she has a psychic connection to the House, from whom she cannot hide anything, she can command the wooden Drudge servants and other House subsystems, she prioritizes the House above all where the Kithriarch is supposed to prioritize the Family. Women are frightening and powerful psychics. They know everything you want to keep secret, and prioritize the collective.

(There's also something here about how Lungbarrow presents duelling dualities--the Doctor and the Master, the CIA head and the Lord President, the Kithriarch and the Housekeeper, the masculine and the feminine--but I haven't quite tied it into the rest of this yet.) (Although while we're mentioning the Master. He's girlcoded by Gallifreyan standards and the Rani is boycoded by the same. I will not be expanding on this at this time just trust me.)

I think Housekeepers and women who want to be Housekeepers try to keep their self-image as women strong enough that they never regenerate into a male body (whatever a '"male body" means, of course, but I'm not sure Time Lords have gotten that far in their queer theory yet). I also think that there are more female Kithriarchs than male Housekeepers, because Housekeeper is much more heavily ritualized role in keeping with the Pythia's more ritualized general vibe, but I do think female Kithriarchs are still few and far between.

I also think that these are probably the most explicitly gendered occupations on Gallifrey, although of course you'll see some drift. Most women are out there getting the same scientific, military, and bureaucratic positions as men. But there's this lingering specter of gender roles, a Pythia-shaped hole that exists around the concept of womanhood. As my cowriter put it when we were talking about this, an "ideal of womanhood. not ‘ideal’ as in desirable, [but] ‘ideal’ as in the quintessential image of the thing."

This is further amplified by the continued existence of the Pythians in the form of the Sisterhood of Karn, living in their perfectly functional all-women magic society just out of sight. Their presence at the edge of the Gallifreyan consciousness must haunt the Time Lords, as any imperialist power is haunted by its own past and its own ultimate impotence.

Because that's the other thing. Gender roles are, to quote my cowriter again, "stupid and antiquated and historically potent tools of authoritarianism." Of course the Time Lords have them. Have you seen them?

They're tools of control, of conformity, of idealizing the past. Of conservatism. Consider, to once more quote my cowriter, "the weird traditionalist psychosis of having gender roles in a society that can’t bear children."

The ideal woman on Gallifrey is still the Pythia, millenia or even billenia on. And the ideal man is still the Lord President Rassilon.

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[thank you for your time! if you liked this please consider checking out my fic Something Old, which is about lungbarrow, the adventuress of henrietta street, and the gallifreyan concept of marriage, and in the writing of which i initially articulated most of the thoughts in this post. i've previously characterized it as a fic that's actually a meta post. and please don't be too mean to me for anything i got wrong in here! i'm just a little guy]

#zephflix original #meta tag #doctor who #gallifrey #gender stuff #a house isnt a home without invasive psychic contact -gallifreyan proverb i just made up #also i bet the shobogans have great whatever the gallifreyan equivalent of gay bars are

[canary3d-obsessed]

Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 38 part one

(Masterpost) (Pinboard)  (whole thing on AO3)  

Warning! Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!  

OK But Why?

This tale-within-a-tale is excruciating, yeah? So let's start off by considering why it even exists. Yi City feels like, if not a fully separate story, a pretty complete arc that can play as its own little movie. And it's incredibly sad, in every direction. While it may have begun life, in its originally-written form, as a different story exploring some of the same themes, MXTX placed it in the novel deliberately, and the producers of CQL included it deliberately. Why? Other than the, you know, catharsis of a well-wrought tragedy?

I think the answer is that it tells a set of parallel stories, alternate versions of the stories our main characters inhabit, with different outcomes driven by the character's choices. There's an obvious parallel between Lan Wangji's grief and Song Lan's, and another clear one between Wei Wuxian's core donation and Xiao Xingchen's eyeball donation. 

And there's an important comparison to be made between Xue Yang and Wei Wuxian, two demonic cultivators. They share some formative experiences, but have followed radically different paths, shaped, at a key moment, by another person's choice. 

Overall, the Yi City story illustrates how choices made in a moment affect not just an individual life, but ripple outward into other lives. So be prepared for me to point out parallels even more than usual, as we go through these episodes.

Empathy

We start off learning about Empathy and how it’s sooper dangerous, which means of course Wei Wuxian is totally down for it and probably invented it.  He gathers the kids around and assigns Jin Ling to be the person in charge of supervising and deciding when to pull him out of the matrix link. 

Jin Ling is surprised and reluctant so teacher’s pet Sizhui jumps forward and volunteers. 

Wei Wuxian asks Jin Ling for his Jiang clarity bell, which is on a tassel that used to be Jiang Yanli’s. 

(more behind the cut!)

Once the bell/tassel is out of Jin Ling’s hand, however, he changes his mind and snatches it, and the responsibility, back. 

It seems like Sizhui might recognize this tassel? 

It’s like the one Jiang Yanli gave Wei Wuxian when they met up before her wedding, which means Wei Wuxian would have had it with him during their year in the burial mounds. 

Jingyi disapproves of Jin Ling’s mind-changing, which is a little unfair since JL didn’t actually say “no” prior to Sizhui putting in his oar. (Sizhui is entirely loveable, but he is also a pushy brown-noser just like Lan Wangji was at his age. He just does it so sweetly that nobody minds.)

Sizhui, also like his Lan dad, has made it his life’s mission to manage a loudmouth hothead’s temper for him. 

Heading into empathy with A-Qing, we get flashes of bits of the story that we're about to see in depth. Then we jump to "ten years ago" which, given the way this series does math, probably means seven years ago.

Side note: A-Qing has managed to keep her hair looking pretty cute despite being 90% dead. 

Splish Splash

This particular section of the Wuxia River of Sadness is reserved for people who are contemplating the total mess they have made of their lives (gifset here), but A-Qing didn't get that memo, so she's having a nice time splashing joyfully without a care in the world.

A-Qing isn't about drama or being depressed, even when things are pretty difficult. She has found a big rock to sit on and is having a nice day hanging out on it.  

Then she goes skipping along singing "la la la la" (which is the same sound in Chinese as we make in English when we're singing and don't know the words, incidentally). Ok, show, we get it, she's happy and carefree. I sure hope she doesn't get involved in any weird relationships.

Grifting

She sees a couple of women walking on the path and she starts pretending to be blind. In the book, this pretense was facilitated by her having completely white eyes, but in the show she has normal brown eyes, until she actually is blinded by Xue Yang. So her entire pretense of being blind is to unfocus her eyes a bit and wave her hands around...

...with frequent intervals where she thinks no-one is watching her, and she acts 100% like she can see. Somehow she is almost never busted for this. 

The ladies give her a steamed bun and whisper loudly to each other about how pitiful she is. 

Then she heads into town for a little grifting, picking a wealthy douchebag as a mark. She bumps into him and steals his money bag, which he doesn't notice because he's too busy creeping on her. 

She's annoyed and disappointed that he doesn't have a lot of money.

Hey Pretty, Don’t You Want To Take a Ride With Me

Next she bumps into (and robs) Xiao Xingchen, who is actually blind, so he doesn’t notice her noticing how extremely pretty he is. 

He does notice that she has robbed him, however. 

Did you know if you have your eyes removed or even just damaged so you can't see any more, your eye sockets and/or tear ducts will bleed pretty much forever? Yeah, me neither. 

Xiao Xingchen immediately takes charge of A-Qing, telling her to walk more slowly and then telling her - kindly - to return his money purse. Before she can answer him, the rich douchebag comes back to yell at her and try to hit her. Xiao Xingchen stops him and smooths over the situation, and then lectures Ah Qing about stealing and how it's bad. But he tells her to keep his money, so - mixed messages, bro. 

She calls him gege and says that since he's blind and she's blind, she's going to follow him forever. He’s like, okey dokey, and they walk off together. Is she really the first person (since Song Lan) who’s had this idea about him? He is *very* pretty, after all.

It's unclear to me if she's calling him gege in the sense of “orphan girl who wants a family,” or in the sense of “mostly-grown-up woman who would like to Hit That.” Xiao Xingchen appears to take it as the former; he is too gay virtuous for the other option.

Two seconds after they decide to stay together, they encounter Xue Yang lying injured by the side of the road. A-Qing pretends she didn’t see him, and almost successfully wangles a piggyback ride out of Xiao Xingchen. 

But then he hears Xue Yang and immediately decides to rescue him, like the do-gooder Xue Yang despises him for being.

Xue Yang gets the romance-tropey piggyback ride that A-Qing was hoping for. Girl, the time to stop trying to seduce your gay male friend is 5 minutes before you started, ok?  

So...why was Xue Yang lying by the side of the road with a stab wound? Who gave it to him? If Jin Guangyao was sick of him, he would have stabbed him 100% fatally, and he wouldn't have let him hang on to Tiger Seal 2.0. And presumably Xue Yang wouldn’t think of him as a friend any more. It’s a mystery.

The new throuple decide to go to the creepiest abandoned walled city that has ever existed, and head past all the regular houses to set up camp in the morgue, for some reason. Not even inside one of the buildings; just out in the courtyard with a bunch of possibly-occupied coffins. Xiao Xingchen is so fucking weird. 

Each Unhappy Family is Unhappy in its Own Way

Xiao Xingchen gets to work patching Xue Yang up, and Xue Yang wakes up and recognizes him. A-Qing explains that they are blind and tells him not to be rude about it.

Xue Yang takes a second to process the situation, and then decided he’s going to hide his identity and make nice with Xiao Xingchen. Proving that found family can also have hideous toxic dynamics.

Xue Yang is very careful to keep XXC from touching his hand, since that would give away his identity. He has a...prosthetic finger? He wears a black glove and keeps his pinky finger straight so we know it's a replacement, or injured, or something. 

I think this is a concession to Wang Haoxuan having ten functional fingers and the show having a limited CGI budget. In a real sword-based society, missing a finger is probably not particularly uncommon, and he would probably just rock the nine-fingered look without having a special glove.

At this point, the complex interactions of the trio get rolling. Xiao Xingchen is honestly kind, Xue Yang is fake-kind, A-Qing is fake-unaware with Xue Yang and is unable to make Xiao Xingchen understand the problem, and Xiao Xingchen is genuinely unaware of everything. 

We spend a fairly large amount of time with Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen playing happy families. As part of his false persona, Xue Yang adopts a coy and whiny tone when talking to his pet white-clad cultivator, remarkably like another demonic cultivator we know.

I’m pretty sure Wei Wuxian has never managed to cop a feel while his sweetie climbs up a ladder, however. 

Then again, neither Lan Wangji nor Wei Wuxian has ever needed a ladder to get onto a roof, so maybe it’s just a lack of opportunity. 

This relationship, on the surface, is cute and sweet, which just makes the reality of it more disturbing. It’s super uncomfortable to watch, but there’s more than manipulation happening in these interactions. As Xue Yang flits around doing domestic tasks like patching the roof of the crappy outdoor shelter that they absolutely do not need to be using, he tells Xiao Xingchen various true things about his early life, and we begin to see what shaped him. 

Xue Yang (like OP) is obsessed with candy. In Xue Yang’s case, he was a hungry street kid who loved candy but couldn’t usually have it because of poverty. We learn that he has skills in patching up inadequate housing because he did it growing up. 

And we learn that he was beaten a lot. 

So he and Wei Wuxian have these things in common - except now Wei Wuxian gets his sugar from alcohol, not from candy. And Wei Wuxian’s handyman skills are used to make a home for his former enemies in the burial grounds, while Xue Yang’s are used - also in a cemetery, of sorts - to manipulate and trap his enemy. 

I Want Candy

In classic predator form, Xue Yang uses candy to lure A-Qing into coming within stabbing range, because he thinks she’s faking her blindness and wants to test her.  

I find him super attractive right here in spite of his evilness. I’m pretty sure it’s because he’s offering candy. (OP goes and gets a jolly rancher out of her purse). 

After calling her over, he draws his sword with a super-loud "sshshk" noise that she inexplicably doesn't notice, and she bravely walks up to, and nearly on to, the point of the sword. 

This shocks him and convinces him that she's really blind. He sits her down with apparently sincere gentleness, and gives her candy, while quizzing her about her hot gege.

A-Qing tries to warn Xiao Xingchen about Xue Yang being a bad guy, pointing out that he's a cultivator and won't tell them his name. (She can’t say “also he tried to stab me” because she’d have to come clean about being able to see.) Xiao Xingchen, because he is a condescending prick--albeit a very sweet one--pats her on the fucking head and laughs off her extremely useful warning. 

Xiao Xingchen came out into the wider world with a set of ideals that he lives by, apparently without examining them. He’s humble, kind, frugal, and wants to eradicate evil. He also believes that the majority of people are good like him, and that detecting evil is simple--as simple as following his sword toward it. He doesn’t allow A-Qing, who is experienced in the wider world, to teach him anything, preferring to keep his ideals untarnished.

Contrast this with Lan Wangji, who also starts his journey into the wider world with a set of ideals (codified as rules), but does not make the mistake of assuming that other people shares his beliefs. Once he’s away from the Cloud Recesses, he follows Wei Wuxian’s lead when dealing with new people, rather than insisting on doing things the way he did back home. In general, he is open to having his beliefs challenged, even when it makes him upset or uncomfortable. As a result, he grows into a righteous man, not a naïve one, and he’s fully capable of identifying enemies even when they appear to be friends.

Bonus: 

In this brief long-distance shot we learn that A-Qing sleeps in a coffin, which is some next level goth girl shit. 

Soundtrack: 1. Hey Pretty by Poe 2. I Want Candy by Bow Wow Wow 3. Cheap Thrills by Sia

#the untamed #the untamed gifs #restless rewatch the untamed #yi city #yi city trio #canary3d-original #ep 38

[writingsbychlo]

hi 🫧 if you have some spare time at some point, could you write Azriel headcanons in a modern world with reader? What would your hobbies and outings be? And if you have something +18 I will appreciate it too 👀

I loved your writing 💗💗 (I'm really shy, so I'll have to stay at anon, sorry 🙈)

please don't be sorry!! you're always more than welcome to stay on anon!!

modern!az definitely meets his girlfriend in one of those accidental ways and they're definitely friends first.

I think they probably meet through cassian, actually.

she goes to cassian's boxing gym but has never actually had the bravery to try boxing, she just uses the regular gym stuff.

and one day, a later night session, azriel and cassian are sparring in the ring.

azriel has had a rough day, like a really rough day, all his leads on his latest case fell through, he got a parking ticket while stopping to get coffee, the coffee order ended up being wrong, he forgot to set his washing off this morning so he didn't have the clothes he wanted, and he had to stop for gas at a place where it was like twice the price.

honestly, he's moody.

so, when he senses her watching them both, when he breaks for water, he doesn't really think about it when he whips around and just sort of glares at her.

because, he knows he's good at this, and logically, he knows he's attractive.

she hasn't seen his scarred hands inside of those gloves, or seen him up close.

she's just staring at him the same way a lot of women stare at him, when they just want a quick, hot fuck, and then to leave him, because as his ex told him many years ago, he's "got way too much baggage to be serious, and he's not the kind of guy she'd ever want to build a future with".

didn't matter that azriel had been looking at engagement rings, of course.

so, yeah, he snaps a little, and he hates himself for it instantly because he's not that guy, and the way you flinch a little at his tone when he says "can I help you?" makes him feel awful.

but before he can really calm himself enough to apologise, you're apologising, mumbling a soft "sorry" and leaving.

and he wants to go after you, but by the time he's made it out of the ring and down the steps, you're gone, gym bag bumping against your leg as you swipe your entry card and jog across the parking lot.

he feels like an ass, and cassian doesn't let it slide either

"dude, you had a bad day, I get it, but don't scare my patrons. I work hard to make this gym feel like a safe space, especially for women, so get your shit together, or don't come here to blow off steam."

and he knows cassian is right, he does work hard, even so far as to have women-only hours, where even he won't come in.

it's three days later when azriel sees you again.

he has been working later these last few days to catch up on that one day, making his workouts much later than usual, and there you are.

you keep your head down, particularly when you pass him by, and he knows you've already seen him.

you take the long route round to the changing rooms, walking all the way through the cardio section to avoid him.

he feels like crap again.

so, he waits til he's finished his workout, trying not to look like a creep as he watches you move between the equipment.

and when you're taking a break at the treadmill, he makes his move

"hey." he practically terrifies you with his sudden appearance. "I wanted to apologise for the other day."

"it's fine, I shouldn't have been staring, it was rude, and-"

"no, I'm rude, I shouldn't have snapped, I was having a bad day, you were just watching, you did nothing wrong."

"well, thanks." and then he lingers, because it still doesn't feel right. like maybe you're just saying it's okay because you feel like you have to. "it was very impressive."

"have you ever boxed?"

"I don't even look at that side of the gym. punching bags and high kicks and- wow. I mean, it all just looks terrifying. I wouldn't know where to start."

"I can show you some things, if you'd like?"

and that's where it starts.

he shows you a few things, and he actually finds he likes it, and so do you.

so you make a loose plan to do it again sometime. really one of those 'we should do this again sometime' comments.

the following week he sees you again, and he asks if you remember what he taught, you show him.

four days after that, he sees you again, and he shows you something new, and also gets your phone number.

you start meeting up for boxing lessons, because he finds it helps him on bad days to at least do something useful.

so, when those lessons end up getting a little more handsy and flirty, its really no surprise.

the first time he kisses you is by your car, in the middle of winter, after a lesson. a really good lesson, where you're both laughing and teasing out to the parking lot, and he can't take it anymore when you wish him a goodnight and he just wants to stay right there, in the freezing cold, talking to you all night, just being with you.

so he presses you back against your car, and leans in, letting his nose bumps yours because he's so sure you want this too, but he wants to give you a chance to pull away. you don't. he makes it one hell of a kiss.

your back pressed up against the cold car, his hands sitting hot under your jacket on the bare skin between your shorts and sports bra, breath clouding in the winter air between pants for breath, it's intense. just like him.

after that, azriel permanently shifts his schedule to nighttime workouts.

you would both workout together, spotting one another, practising boxing. when you get good enough, they'd become sparring matches, which was practically foreplay with all the teasing and gambling and trash-talking that would take place.

also, az is an active man. dates would consist of things like hiking, or activity adventures, or simply walks around the park.

he would also often make trips out of his work, the perks of being a bounty hunter private investigator meant being his own boss, nobody to tell him what to do.

so, whenever he had to go away for weekends/a few days, he'd always ask you to come with him. during the day, he'd track his mark and do his research, make calls, etc, but he'd plan times for dinners and sightseeing too.

there's a rule that he absolutely will not take you on stake-outs in person anymore. he'll call you and stay on the phone the whole time chatting, but an incident the one and only time meant he stays strong now.

the incident being that azriel couldn't keep his hands to himself, and you both nearly got arrested for fucking in the backseat of the car.

he missed his mark, had a ruined orgasm when you got caught, and had blue balls for hours afterwards until he could finally get you alone.

a very, very active sex life.

"we're done here, time to head home, baby."

"we haven't done cardio, yet."

"we're going to my place to do cardio."

"oh."

always up for trying something new. always.

you can't tell me he wouldn't have a box full of toys in his closet. this man would be kinky.

definitely tests your limits, but is also the king of aftercare.

likes you to stay over and always cooks you breakfast in the morning.

especially when it means he gets to smirk at the way your legs are still a little shaky when you stumble into the kitchen.

cooks shirtless, of course.

his biggest weakness, like, sends him weak in the knees, is when you trace the tattoos on his chest with your mouth.

he would crawl to you if you asked while doing that.

he is a 'flowers at every date' kind of guy.

even if that date is a date in, which is his preference. cooking together, or ordering takeout, watching movies or playing games or just generally being together.

if you come over during the day to work and you both sit in silence for hours doing your own work, he'll consider that a date.

modern!az would be very domestic.

despite all this, azriel always would keep things casual.

he never asks you about the future, he barely even clears a drawer for you in his dresser, you have a few things in a drawer with his stuff, and he never leaves things at your place.

after almost year, you start trying to push it. because, things are going great, you're wildly in love with him, and you can really see a future with him, but it seems like he doesn't want that.

so, you try to get him to meet your mom. it's casual, really, you bring it up over dinner one night.

"so, my mom's gonna be in town, I'm going to go to dinner with her, if you're free next thursday, you should join us."

you both know he's free next thursday, it's one of your dedicated workout nights, has been for over half a year now.

"eh, I don't think so. but, bring me something back." he doesn't even look up at you as he says it. and that hurts, he just dismissed you while scrolling on Instagram. you have no idea how much his palms are sweating, he's not even processed the last few posts he's seen, he's just randomly liking things in hopes he seems casual to you right now.

"seriously?"

"what?" now he looks up. he knows that tone. knows he's in trouble.

"unbelievable. I invite you to meet my mom, and you just say 'I don't think so', I mean, you can't even make up an excuse."

"I don't need any excuse! I just thought, you know, we don't really need to take that step. that's not.. us." and damn, if that doesn't sting you the most. azriel feels like he's swallowing acid as he says it, but he feels like someone gutted him where he stood at the look that takes over your face.

and you, you're staring at him. you want to scream 'why isn't that us? what do you mean? I love you, I want my mom to know about the man I tell her about!' but then it clicks. the extreme pain when your mind flickers back.

to the first time you'd told azriel you loved him, and he grabbed your face and kissed you.

to the second time, the same night, bundled up in his arms as he snapped his hips into yours in a way that made you so sure he felt the same as he held you, made you see stars, and he'd merely pressed his face into your neck and bit the spot that made you weak.

to the third time, when he'd just smiled bashfully, the eighth time when he just tapped the tip of your nose and laughed at the way you stole his ice cream, to the fifteenth time, to the twenty-second, all the way through to this morning, when you'd left his house, happy smile on your lips again and you'd whispered it at the front door.

"don't forget your scarf, can't have you getting a chill, pretty girl." was all he'd said. it meant so much at the time, like his way of telling you he loved you wasn't through words but actions.

now, you doubted it.

azriel had never once said he loved you back.

that realisation crushed you from the inside out, like something in your chest had snapped.

azriel didn't know what was going on inside of your head, but nothing made every single cell in his body feel like it was turning to rock-hard ice like watching that look take over your face. heartbroken, into understanding, into closed off. you were shutting him out, he didn't know why, what you were thinking, what he'd done, but you were putting up walls right before his eyes and he had no idea what to say or do to stop it.

"right, of course, you're right."

"what?"

"you're right, that's not us."

"it's not? I mean, it's not, right? we're not.. serious like that. we're just, I mean, what's happening right now?"

"nothing is happening." he could feel the double meaning behind your words, he just didn't know what it meant.

"okay.. well, I found a movie for us to watch on netflix while we have dessert."

"I actually have to go after dinner, I have some stuff to do in the morning."

and that, right there, is when azriel knows that whatever just happened ended everything. you never leave, you brought a bag, he knows you have spare clothes with you because you only ever bring the purple gym bag when you need extra space for the next day's clothes, and now you're leaving.

you never leave on an argument, you always work it out, even if you're still mad at him.

which is what tells him you're not mad at him, you're simply done.

he watches you leave exactly thirty-two minutes later, with the blasted purple gym bag over your shoulder, his heart aching in his chest.

you walk away from azriel thirty-two minutes later, feeling like a total idiot, with your heart breaking in your chest.

nine days later, you’re cautiously making your way through the iced-over parking lot, trying to work out exactly how to explain to your mom that the man you were so sure was the one is now gone, when only a week ago you were fawning on the phone, heart-eyed and utterly stupid.

there’s a host waiting at the stand, smart pressed waistcoat and a smile, and when you tell him the name of your reservation, he frowns a little. 

“sorry, ma’am, we already seated that booking?”

“I’m sorry?”

“well, two people already arrived. we seated your booking. do they know you’re coming?”

“uh, it’s my booking, my name.” producing your ID from your pocket, he checked it, cheeks tinting a little.

"my apologies, ma’am. it’s really no trouble, it’s a table for four, so I’ll just grab another menu, and I’ll take you over.”

he did just that, wandering away to collect another selection of menus, before motioning you to follow him. you did. 

your mom brought a date? and didn’t tell you? at least someone was happily in love, then.

except, it definitely wasn’t your mother’s date when you rounded the corner on the second floor to your table.

hazel eyes met your own, and you froze, stumbling a little in your smart heels as your sights locked with bright hazel eyes. 

azriel lifted his water glass to his lips, taking a deep and nervous gulp, but never looking away.

you shuffled a little closer to the table, and when you finally made it close enough for your mother to notice your appearance, azriel’s chair scraped across the floor loudly. he stood.

as though sensing the tension, the host placed your menus down neatly in the chair beside azriel’s, promising to send a waiter over to take a drinks order soon.

“hi, baby,” you croaked out the word roughly, the petname feeling oh-so-wrong on your tongue, and oh-so-right at the same time. “I didn’t think you were going to make it.”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” there was something raw in his voice when he spoke, and you simply nodded. he shuffled forward again, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, before you were slipping your coat from your shoulders. he took it from you, always such a gentleman, one of the reason you fell for him, and laid it with his own and your mother’s over the spare chair. he pulled your chair out for you as you sat down.

“okay, okay, I see you trying to act reserved because your mother is here. I’m going to nip to the bathroom, give you two a moment.”

she winked, before getting up from the table to leave, having no idea just what she was leaving you in. utter silence took over as she walked away.

azriel pushed a bouquet of flowers towards you, twisting a little in his seat.

“these were for you, but, uh, when I got here you were running late and I was intending to apologise, but, your mom didn’t seem to know we were.. so, I said they were for her, but..”

“I hadn’t told her yet, hadn’t really worked up the courage to do so.” he only nodded, licking over his lower lip. “if you don’t mind, could you stay tonight? just, for the dinner now, and then in a few days, I’ll tell her it didn’t work out. I don’t want to spend the whole dinner with her questioning me, and-”

“or, you don’t tell her anything at all.”

“what?”

you finally looked up at him, having felt his gaze burning into the side of your head until you met it.

“I miss you.”

“azriel..”

“no, I miss you like I have never missed anyone or anything before. I miss you and it’s like I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t do anything, because every time I remember you’re not there, you’re not coming back, it feels like something inside of me dies.”

“why are you here?”

“because you invited me, and I wanted to meet your mother.”

“you didn’t want to when I asked you!”

“yes, I did!”

your brows furrowed, and azriel lifted a hand, resting it over your cheek. you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into it a little bit. “last time I let myself love someone even half as much as I love you, I got hurt so bad I thought I’d never be whole again.”

your throat burned, the words he’d finally spoken rattling around the inside of your skull, ringing in your ears. 

“so, what changed?”

“you did. I had put up so many walls that when you were fixing everything, when you were doing and being everything I wanted, I couldn’t see it. I was so sure you were going to leave me, and so I figured it would hurt less if I never let you get that close. but you did get that close, you’re under my skin, running through my mind, living in my heart. so, I love you, and if you still love me, I think we should kiss and make up, because I’m going through withdrawals from your love, baby.”

“that last bit was so cheesy.” you whispered, eyes flicking down and lingering on his lips, which twisted into a smirk before you looked back up. he smoothed his thumb over your cheekbone, urging you a little closer.

“say you still love me.”

“you were an asshole.”

“yeah, I was. say you still love me.”

“you’re here.”

“yeah, I am. say you still love me.”

“I love you, azriel.”

“I love you, baby.”

and his lips brushed yours, once to tease, a second time to linger, and then he pressed his mouth firmly against your own. your sigh matched his, the feeling of pure bliss racing through your veins, a feeling you’d missed so much finally coming crashing back down. it was like you’d been cold for days, cold since the moment you left him, finally warm again.

“I missed you so much.” his words were mumbled into your mouth, softly between needy kisses, the hand on your cheek slipping down to rest on the back of your chair, the other slipping down to under the seat, your chair scraping on the floor as he pulled you closer to him. “don’t ever leave me again, think I was going insane.”

placing a hand on his chest, you pushed him back just enough to take a proper breath and catch his eye.

“trust me, azriel, I am not going anywhere. you.. you’re it. I know you’ve been hurt, you don’t have to tell me the ins and outs of it, but just know, I’m in it with you, all of it. it’s us, always. I just need you to trust that, trust that I love you and I want you, all of you, and we’ll make everything else up as we go.”

he only nodded, blinking away the shine that took over his eyes, and resting his forehead against yours, noses brushing lightly.

“oh, to be young and in love again.”

you jerked apart as your mother sat back down, staring between you both like she knew everything and nothing all at once.

maybe she did. you didn’t care, you were simply happy about having them both here. azriel’s hand smoothed down your arm lightly where it sat on the table, linking your fingers together, and squeezing.

it was a promise, that this was it, now. from now on, it was the two of you, together.

“so,” your mother started, leaning conspiratorially across the table. “I want to hear all about how you two met.”

#azriel x reader

[cupidzboww]

ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛ | 𝑭☆𝒄𝒌 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 🎥💫

♫ ʜ ᴇ ʀ ᴏ ʟ ᴅ ꜰ ʀ ɪ ᴇ ɴ ᴅ s. PARTYNEXTDOOR 2023

Link to P.1 here

Link to P.2 Draft here

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L A Y O U T

CHARACTERS

Shuri Udaku.27

a rich socialite who is always seen with someone on her arm. every other day, it's rumored that shuri is having an affair with someone new. it doesn't help that she's always at some kind of club or party, but she claims that it's just to keep up appearances. her (former) relationship with influencer, riri williams, is unknown to the public.

Riri Williams.25

a well-known influencer with a following on just about every social media platform one can think of. her history with shuri udaku was tumultuous, to say the least. but she shouldn't have expected better, the two met at a club for bast's sake!

PLOT

shuri and riri have recently broken up (where they ever really together? no, not really) after riri's friends had convinced her that the wealthy socialite was no good for her. though, their attempts at setting her up with other people were in vain, as riri just can't get over her ex-talking stage. as for shuri, riri is the one that got away, even if she doesn't want to admit it. so, will she get her back or let her ego keep her from getting who she truly wants?

NON-LINEAR TIMELINE

riri goes out on a date with someone new--reminders of shuri trigger a memory: riri's friends convince her to end things with her.

shuri is out celebrating her birthday at a lounge. throughout the night, thoughts of riri plague her mind, even with all of these other women around her.

(flashback) a memory to exemplify the issues within their "relationship."

shuri attends a fashion show, where she spots one of the people riri has "cheated" on her with in the past.

(flashback) after an argument leaves the two ignoring each other, shuri sees riri post herself with a guy on her Instagram story, just days later. hurt by the implication of riri "cheating" on her, shuri makes a sub-tweet towards her. riri deletes the story post hours after.

riri goes out again with the new woman she's been seeing, and her friends, to a club. the same club shuri happens to be at this night. of course shuri sees her there, throwing herself all over her new date.

(flashback) shuri and rir meet for the first time at this same club. after inviting the shorter woman over to her section, the two hang out with each other for a while before riri has to return to her friends. a couple of days later, shuri finds riri on Instagram and decides to follow her. she shoots her a dm, asking to take her out.

shuri sends drinks and hookah over to riri's section throughout the night. and although she acts unfazed, riri finds herself angered by shuri's actions. having had enough, riri decides to end the night early, and her and her entourage leave the club. on the way home, riri gets a text from shuri, inviting her over to her apartment. reluctantly, riri ditches her date to see shuri that night. to make a long story short (and spare you the smutty details), shuri and riri make up.

riri returns home and is surprised when word gets out about her being involved with shuri. from a twitter post, she finds out that shuri had posted a scandalous photo she had taken of them together last night. even though her face is hidden, it isn't hard for people to recognize her, thanks to the tattoo on her back. her friends aren't happy with the news of her seeing shuri again, and her new date won't even respond to her messages (she's pretty sure she's blocked). deciding that only she knows what's best for herself, riri ignores her friends as she hits shuri up, desperate to know if the socialite would finally want to be serious about her. and much to her pleasure, she does.

finally deciding to claim her publically, shuri takes riri out on a real date (insert smut heeerrreee)

THE END.

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I definitely won't be finishing this fic ... any time soon. so sorry. but if anyone would like to write it/use the plot for inspiration, feel free to do so. Just please tag/credit me for the idea and/or words of mine you use.

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 works #shuri fanfiction #shuri fic #letitia wright shuri #shuri of wakanda #shuri black panther #shuri udaku #shuri/riri #shuri x riri #shuriri #riri williams #Spotify

[bethanysnow]

Breakeven prt 3.

Pinning, slow burn, fluffy shit ^-^ Bang Chan X Plus Size Reader.

use of y/n.

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There is an expression women do very well. The 'you have to be joking' look...and it etched itself on Y/n's face. Eyebrows raised, eyes wide but not too wide, enough to convey the serious ask that was just proposed to her.

Only to be broken by giggles from her lips. "Look bud, I am sure you are a nice guy, but uh 'random man I don't know asked me to meet another random stranger I don't know' doesn't sound good as a cause of death- so I'll pass thanks."

Han in this case was absolutely bewildered at the words coming from her mouth. Cause of Death?!?!?! What the fuck goes on where she is from? Frustration grew in his throat and he knew that with some maybe minor reflection that just asking for her to stay there till they were off work was a bit of a stretch. But he was hopeful! He loves love and affection and wants his Chan to be happy. Walking up he knew he needed to show some leverage, that he was who he...said he was. That he did work for JYP that who she would be meeting would be worth it. Though trying not to divulge all this information in actual public would be...difficult. Pulling out his wallet he handed her his ID.

"HAN JISUNG

M 14/9/2000." .....

Looking at it there was a very serious photo of the Idol looking back at her. Recognition flickered in her eyes. She looked between him and the thing she held in her hand. Lowering his mask just briefly enough for her to see him grinning at her.

"Will you wait around now?"

"I-" Y/n's mouth opens and closes trying to form words but none come out. "Well- I have nothing better to do so...I guess. When will you be off?"

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Han figuring out a time and place was quick and easy. Now only to not raise suspicion when returning back to the studio. Felix luckily had Chan do some recording as a means to distract him. Only once felix figured out just who was standing next to the girl on the street of course.

Picking up some drinks from the vending machine downstairs Han came back up and plopped onto the couch looking at Chan in the booth deciding on what to do.

Jisung got his phone out and started to make a plan. It was his turn to pick where the group got dinner. So why not have Bang Chan come along? Help the boy out under the guise of getting things~ maybe even....getting a number who knows~~~ Han couldn't help but giggle a little bit to himself. Felix turning to him giving him eyes to zip it.

Soon Han Jisung would try to do the unimaginable.

Get Bang Christopher Chan to actually take the risk.

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The restaurant was a couple blocks from their apartment, but looking outside, the wind flooded trees and the city around them. The lamp lights flickered through branches turning into the world into sparkly LED starbursts and coats on people below being wrapped tighter.

Han pressed his palms together praying to Chan leaning on the doorframe to join him. Pleading with some very big doe eyes and some promises of Jisung paying for an extra order of whatever Chris wanted, he accepted.

Looking at his phone and the hope that Y/N didn't back out of their deal he was in a rush to get there. Pushing the hyung out of the door while still trying to get a shoe on it was time to put the plan into action! LET OPERATION: LOVE FOR LEADER COMMENCE!!!!

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The restaurant Han chose was known for its romantic environment, known to be frequented by first dates and couples. It was the perfect K-Romance show backdrop Jisung envisioned for the leader.

Tan panels section the restaurant into thirds as red pendent lights hang low over tables. Music was playing from overhead and the establishment wasn't packed, but it had a number of patrons. All lovingly looking at the people across from them of course.

Walking in Han's eyes shot around for the girl from the street corner. Seeing a purple sweater and the same eyes from earlier it was on. He gasped as only Han could and grabbed chans hand dragging him through the restaurant as the man being dragged apologized perfusely with a small head bow for each.

"Y/n!!! How have you been?? I haven't seen you in so long!!" Han exclaimed pulling chan up to the table. What Han Jisung didn't know was just how much strength that tug of his hand had compared to the height of the table.

As soon as Y/Ns eyes looked to see where her name was coming from a very much painned Christopher Bang was doubled over trying so desperately not to hold onto his crotch from being smacked into the table by his friend dick first. Moving to the chair across from Y/N Chan sat trying to regain his senses.

"Oh my god, are you okay?!" Y/n asked concerned, extending a hand across the table. A breath escaped through clenched teeth from the Australians lips.

"I'm okay- I'm okay. Sorry- uh hello-"

Chris looked up. Seeing her.

He didn't know if it was the blood rushing to his dick or just the recognition of her voice that got him first.

He didn't know who she was really but looking at her with genuine concern on her face made his ears turn red.

"Hi,-" she giggled "I'm y/n"

"Chan- I'm Chan"

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To be continued!

@7ndipity @moonlightndaydreams @queen-in-the-shadows @chansmanda @antoniorhinothethird @hyunsvngs @channieandhisgoonsquad @noellllslut

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[the-roo-too]

cupid -> schoolmate! kim jiwoo

-your favourite genre was always romance. you loved the books from a very particular bookshop. the owner’s granddaughter always disliked romance books. she liked seeing you in the bookstore though.

warnings: y/n being very obvious; mamamoo are b e t t i n g

genre: fluff!

notes: plot idea goes to @cfvgbhndun-new-blog 🫶 i don’t think i’ve actually seen someone write for jiwoo?

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jiwoo always thought it was kind of stupid of you. while she herself wasn’t a romance fan, she could easily recognise the titles you’ve been reading- all of them were sappy love stories. and you could live out your romance dream, if you’d ever take your nose out of the book and see her standing there.

she’s told this to her grandma. said woman laughed at jiwoo for eight minutes straight (she counted) and said she wouldn’t even be able to woman up and ask you out, even if you noticed her.

jiwoo also told this to kyujin, who should have her side as she’s the older one. the younger laughed almost as hard as the grandma. that was the moment jiwoo stopped coming to older and younger people for advice.

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“i bet you 5 bucks they’ll end up together.” the teacher said, slamming the money on the desk. the other three women in the room looked up at her weirded out.

“yongsun? did you forget your meds again?” one of them asked teasingly.

“yah! you’re almost the same age, byul!” yongsun whined at the younger woman, at which the trio bursted into giggles.

“we get it, unnie. but what were you saying? who are we betting on?” the youngest out of the bunch asked. yongsun rolled her eyes playfully and gestured the outside with her head.

there, on the hallway, they could see a pretty usual sigh. a couple kids running, someone carrying some lunch, and of course y/n l/n with her nose buried in a book. not far behind her, kim jiwoo was also following like a kicked puppy.

“oh, you mean the jiwo/n situation?” byul asked before laughing. “i don’t really think she’ll confess. l/n is too obvious and kim is very scared of rejection.”

“nah, don’t judge her like that! jiwoo is my top student, she’s very brave.” insisted yongsun.

“yeah, brave enough to listen to you banter about literature for hours!”

“shut up, wheein!”

“yongsun unnie, i add 5 bucks jiwoo will confess but l/n won’t recognise her.” the youngest added, putting her money on the desk.

“good one, hyejin. 5 bucks she just won’t confess.” wheein pat hyejin’s arm and added her money to the pile.

“y’all don’t have faith in them!”

“you have too much faith, yongsun. 5 bucks she’s gonna confess.”

“didn’t you say i have too much faith?”

“confessing isn’t the same thing as dating!”

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“so, how’s it going with that girl you told me about?”

“grandma!” jiwoo whined at her elder and stopped putting the books on the shelves.

“what? i’m just asking! you’ve been talking about this girl nonstop for the past couple weeks…” the girl glared at her grandma.

“that’s so not true!”

“you begged me to move the romance section closer to the counter so you could see her.” jiwoo tried to think of a comeback but the smirk on her grandma’s face made her quiet and pouty. “okay, jiwoo-ya. go open the shop.”

the girl sighed and did as she was asked. maybe she’d get to see you come into the shop today.

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you sat in your favourite bookshop. it was your favourite because of the cozy atmosphere, and how nice the owner was, and how many different romances you could get there.

it was hard to say actually why you liked romance so much. maybe you wanted to experience something like that in real life.

satisfied with a plot summary you just read on one of the books, you took it to the counter. the girl that stood there seemed awfully familiar, but it might have been because you visit the shop at least a couple times a month.

“hi, what can i help you with today?” the girl smiled sweetly at you.

“i wanted to buy this book.” you handed her the piece and started digging your bag for your wallet.

“sure, let me get that checked-“

“no no no- oh god, i am so sorry.” a mortified expression appeared on your face. “i think i forgot my wallet at home.”

“oh no, i am sorry to hear that. would you like me to-“

“agh, i’ve gotta look for it. thank you and i’m really sorry!” you ran out of the bookshop, missing the look on the girl’s face.

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“bet news!” yongsun ran inside the room panting. “jiwoo brought some romance book! she had it on her desk durning my lesson!”

the other three teachers looked at her sceptically.

“maybe she started reading romance?” the youngest suggested.

“no, that can’t be. jiwoo hates romance books.” yongsun nodded along to byul.

“but you know who loves romance?”

“l/n?” wheein scoffed quietly. her bet was practically lost.

“l/n! she’s gonna confess, i’m sure of it!”

“maybe l/n won’t recognise her…”

“hyejin don’t wish bad for people.”

“i wish for my money to come back!”

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kim jiwoo. you finally pieced the face to a name. before miss kim’s class, you saw her walking with the book you almost bought. on one hand, you were sad she bought it because now you couldn’t, but on the other, you could talk with her now! maybe she liked the same authors as you? she did work in a bookshop, she probably loved books as much as you.

just as you were packing your bag. the mentioned girl approached you. “hi, y/n!”

“oh, hello jiwoo.”

“you know my name?” she seemed really surprised, making you giggle.

“yeah, you’re just before me on the list.” your gaze fell to the book in her hands. for a second, you wondered why didn’t she put it in her bag, but carried in around like that. “you like romance too?”

“um, not necessarily. i don’t know if you remember but you wanted to buy that book but you forgot-“

“oh god that was so embarrassing.”

“so i bought it for you!” she smiled brightly and handed you the book.

“what?” you had to do a double take, looking at the girl in front of you, then at the book, and back at jiwoo.

“i figured you really wanted it and it gave me the chance to talk to you.”

“oh jiwoo, i can’t just- can i repay you somehow?”

“i know you don’t really know me, but i really like you. could you go out with me, and maybe it blooms into something more?”

the book fell from your hands. that seemed almost like a scene you read in a book. “sure.”

jiwoo let out the cutest giggle ever and you thought you’d melt on the spot.

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wheein and hyejin grumbled in dissatisfaction. both lost the bet, now it was a fight between yongsun and byul.

“she confessed but they hadn’t started dating!”

“they just went on their first date! i’m sure they will after this!”

“isn’t this weird we’re four teachers spying on two of our students?” wheein asked, sipping her coffee. the four of them were trying to blend in the coffee shop where l/n and kim were on their first date.

“shut up wheein!” said yongsun. she then glanced at the two lovebirds and squealed excitedly. “guys they kissed!”

“what?”

“pay up byul!”

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“are we going to talk about how our teachers are spying on us?”

“not really. would you like to go on a date on thursday too?”

“sure!”

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[tamelee]

Okay, I personally ship SNS and think that it is THE best written relationship in Naruto, even if one doesn’t want to view them as strictly romantic. I even think there’s fairly strong evidence for Naruto and Sasuke being purposely written as… non-hetero, is what I’ll go with.

However, there is one part in the manga/anime which possibly conflicts with this idea, and was hoping you could offer an explanation (I’m reallly liking your posts btw).

In the arc where Naruto is with Sakura, Yamato, and Sai, there’s a part where they stop at an inn and hots springs/bath place. Sakura goes to the women’s section by herself, while Naruto goes to the men’s bath section with Yamato and Sai (and Naruto also seems embarrassed and oddly flustered? Which is weird because I thought that bathing among other men isn’t weird in Japanese culture, but maybe Naruto he just doesn’t feel comfortable around them?) and at some point Naruto decides to peep on Sakura before being strongly discouraged by Yamato.

My question is, what’s up with Naruto apparently being attracted/still having a crush on Sakura? How does this fit into a SNS reading of the manga?

(Btw I also find that moment weird because (A) Naruto’s “crush” is basically nonexistent immediately before and after this scene, and (B) I thought Naruto didn’t approve of peeping because he always called Jiraiya out on it?)

Anyway, thank you for your time

Hi @rosencrantznewblue ! ♡ thankyou for your ask (ﾉ´ з `)ノ

"Sakura goes to the women’s section by herself, while Naruto goes to the men’s bath section with Yamato and Sai (and Naruto also seems embarrassed and oddly flustered? Which is weird because I thought that bathing among other men isn’t weird in Japanese culture, but maybe Naruto he just doesn’t feel comfortable around them?)"

Exactly. So you kind of answered your own question there. It's weird isn't it? Why would Naruto be so awkward bathing with Sai and Yamato? Well, at the time these two aren't his favorite people, sure. But this is a pattern with Naruto.

Let's examine the scene first.

He hugs his knees, barricading himself almost hiding underwater. This, while Yamato expresses that "guys being together naked makes them feel like companions!" Naruto who kept blushing throughout the scene, very much doesn't feel that way.

In fact, Sai decided to comment on his..

It makes Naruto shout really loudly mentioning, well "penises". He went from being awkward to pretty much hysterical. Naruto overreacts despite Sai overstepping boundaries.

This makes all the ladies laugh.

This is important because he already looked nervous. And now he embarrassed himself in front of his new teammates. -'Totally uncool what would they think of this behavior?'- It is realistic. Well.. this is clever writing because Naruto's story and how he comes to deal with his own feelings and understanding them is a huge part of it. How does he deal with this awkward situation?

Of course when he hears the woman laugh he gets an idea and grins. He's seen Jiraiya do it too many times after all. Peeking at the woman's bath. It is complete deflection. Naturally, Yamato stands up when he figures out what Naruto is about to do.

"My question is, what’s up with Naruto apparently being attracted/still having a crush on Sakura?"

He doesn't. It has nothing to do with Sakura. I think, if I remember correctly, the Anime did make this scene about Sakura but that wasn't the point. Kishimoto is such a damn genius who depicts Naruto's struggle brilliantly in subtle and obvious ways. There is another one-shot where the exact same pattern with Naruto in the Onsen appears. It isn't Canon but made by Kishimoto anyway.

Naruto lies when Sakura and Sai see him brain-rotting over Sasuke. Instead he says he was planning a date with Sakura.

When Kakashi tells Naruto he likes him Naruto yet again overreacts. He tells him to "not say weird shit like that you friggin idiot!" and "your creepy ass threw me off!" even though very obviously Kakashi didn't mean it like that. And Naruto's reaction was completely uncalled for.

And during the Bell Test(? if I remember), Kakashi said he liked Naruto as well. This isn't the first time at least. Yet when Naruto is older and struggling he gets awkward and flustered about it. When Sai pulls an arm around Naruto he gets mad. On the other hand.. When others insult Sakura by calling her ugly or a bitch (Konohamaru) he doesn't care. Naruto didn't see any difference in her appearance after the time-skip she "looked fine!" and "didn't change at all!" even though Sasuke looks " カッコイイ" (cool, attractive, good looking) and again in Gaiden (handsome). Even Haku was cuter than Sakura. He has no problem calling his mother beautiful either.

.. okay there are too many moments. The point is, just take Naruto's confession under the bridge, his thoughts during VotE1 and confessions VotE2 and his patterns make sense. Peeking at the women after that awkward situation is part of it. (As is lying.) Kishimoto slow-burned his way through Naruto realizing that his feelings for Sasuke weren't normal and tried to hide it with the help of Sakura, because it is convenient. And I think it is so clever- Imma stop now.

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[goingbuggy]

i’m pretty certain that’s not shanks’ own wedding. from what i’ve seen in the japanese fandom the general consensus is that it’s not his wedding and he’s a guest. (a popular theory is that it’s uta’s wedding but idk about that…) i’d bet it’s something to do with the giants (which oda didn’t want to reveal yet) just from the way it’s drawn is meant to deliberately hide the size of the church and the other guests. there’s a guy in the background who’s cheering at the church while facing away from shanks at the same time the doves are being released. it’s a crucial moment and shanks is just off to the side reading the newspaper.

i’m so certain shanks doesn’t have another kid, that would fuck up his character. oda loves shanks, and he loves his father-daughter relationships. he’d never make shanks into the kind of guy who’d willingly start a new happy family while uta’s back in Elegia suffering. it also just goes against the whole theme of bonds being stronger than blood? shanks leaves his adopted daughter miserable and suicidal, but takes care to ensure his biological child he hasn’t met is safe and loved? i just can’t imagine that being the ending.

i also see japanese fans saying they’d think shanks was a scummy guy towards uta if he went and had a kid, so i’ve seen people leaning towards beck instead. apparently oda emphasizing that beck loves women is a big indicator. 

another reason some fans say it’s not shanks is because makino calls him ‘taichou-san’ which is a very formal address. how people refer to each other is very important. so there’s a hint in how it’s distant and like a stranger’s behavior.

my personal opinion is that the dad is just a regular villager or a marine. there’s a lot of men who are way closer distance wise so that would be the simplest answer. there’s a good chance oda just doesn’t know or care when only one parent matters. we don’t even know yamato or luffy’s mom.

hi, anon!! sorry for making you wait. it's actually funny that i forgot to reply to this for so long, because in that time, my feelings have slightly... changed? somewhat??? i'll explain.

i was reading the extra "road to laughtale" volumes for fun recently when i stumbled across shanks' section, and there are some interesting implications which actually contradict my previous thoughts, if true.

the language used here -- that shanks is "attending a wedding ceremony," and "performing a benediction" -- sounds less like a man getting married, and more like a man who officiated someone else's wedding. (of course, there's the matter of translation accuracy and how canon this information actually is, but...)

"benediction" in particular is very interesting. not only is shanks attending a wedding, but he is essentially giving his blessing. how literal this is, i can't be sure, but either way, it implies a sense of familiarity/closeness to a party other than himself. perhaps shanks is giving his figurative "blessing" as an emperor to one of his allies, or maybe as a captain to one of his own crewmates. or maybe, in the most literal interpretation, he was responsible for wedding two individuals in some way.

i'd love to get my hands on the raw scans and see alternative translations, but "benediction" is so specific a term, and the repetition of "attending" reads as intentional. again, we still don't know for sure, but i feel a lot less certain about it being shanks' wedding, now!!

#if anyone wants to take a crack at translating themselves.. please let me know #it's volume 2 if you're curious #again this says nothing about the potential shanks-makino baby situation.. but it's definitely relevant info #i'm so invested in shanks' potential bachelor status now #can we start a betting pool over this #one piece #shanks #ask

[kaijudirector]

007 Fest 2023 - Headcanons!

Run out the guns, it's headcanon time! Prepare for barrage! (and my first post, so forgive me if I make a few mistakes, and it's a bit late due to my personal schedule)

Bond Headcanons

James Bond is not a codename. Quite frankly, I've never subscribed to this theory. I've always believed that we jump to a slightly different universe with every actor switch. Each universe shares vaguely the same series of events, with certain commonalities. Such as…

Every film Bond has lost their Tracy, except (maybe) Connery and Craig. Moore still visits his Tracy's grave, Dalton's was mentioned to have been married in LTK. Brosnan we never know flat out, but remember - "Or if you find forgiveness in the arms of those willing women, for all the dead ones you failed to protect…" Connery represents and interesting scenario. Diamonds are Forever can be read in two ways - either Bond is out Spectre-hunting after You Only Live Twice to catch the remains of what remains of Spectre, or he's on the warpath after Tracy died in On Her Majesty's Secret Service. For the sake of this theory, let's say that the latter scenario is canon.

Brosnan's Bond used to have unlimited spending money, but then Dench!M cut the funding, hence her nickname of evil queen of numbers This is something that has some basis in the Fleming books. Bond in Casino Royale is allowed to spend exorbitant amounts of money on the Secret Service's tab - millions of francs that is. Despite the fact that in the 50s 1 pound meant 13 francs, this still constitutes a hefty amount. I remember reading that novel!Bond basically has an unlimited budget in a guidebook. I have a feeling this is similar in the movies - after all, I doubt even a RN commander's pension could afford the hundreds of thousands in monies Bond is bound to lose in the movies. Of course, in Brosnan!Bond's timeline, I have a feeling Dench!M ended up putting an end to that little scenario.

There was no Cuban Missile Crisis in the Fleming books. Rather, Operation Thunderball was the "big nuclear scare that defined the Cold War". In the movies, it's largely kept under wraps, but in the book, it eventually goes public by the end of the story. Of course, the loss of two atomic bombs in the Caribbean may have convinced certain figures in the Soviet Union that keeping their nukes in such an area would be… disastrous to say the least. So with that in mind, they decided not to bite the bullet and kept Cuba nuke-free.

SMERSH was kept around specifically to counter the OO Section in the books. SMERSH in real life was disassembled in 1946, whereupon the MGB took on its counter-intelligence duties before reformatting into the KGB in 1954. We know in later books, specifically The Man With the Golden Gun and Octopussy and the Living Daylights, that the KGB does exist in the Fleming books. However, considering how more proactive the British Secret Service is, especially with the OO section, I would hazard a guess that SMERSH was kept around specifically to combat them, at least until the KGB came into existence (which then absorbed it).

Brosnan's Lleweylln!Q did retire… He took his fishing boat to Wales and lived out the rest of his days somewhere in the countryside where they only speak Welsh (a little something @emiliasilverova and I cooked up a few years ago)

Kincade is (or at least was) married to May Maxwell For those of you who don't know, May Maxwell is Book!Bond's Scottish housekeeper. In between assignments, she and Kincade stay up in Skyfall, before Bond summons her to look after his flat until he returns. Sadly, perhaps the reason we don't see her in Craig!Bond's run is that she may have passed away at some point.

Blofeld was always a megalomaniac, but kept that under wraps... until Bond drove him over the edge

One major line of thinking I remember when I watched Tim Burton's Batman movies is that Batman is always just one step behind his villains in the crazy department, with his morals relatively intact. Conversely, we see Blofeld acting like an absolute machine in Thunderball (and all his appearances in the movies before YOLT), but when Bond foiled his plots, he slowly began to lose it. This gave way into him being more expressive, megalomanaical, and downright unconventional (biological warfare, suicide gardens, and diamond lasers) as time goes on. After all, how would YOU process your hundred-million-dollar master plans going up in smoke at the hands of a suave secret agent who always gets away with it?

Bond's favorite book is Treasure Island

John Gardner mentioned that Robert Louis Stevenson was Bond's favorite author. And with the latter writing a sea story that stars a young orphan named James, who gets involved in some epic swashbuckling adventures, it just feels right.

#007 fest 2023 #007fest #teamcivilian #james bond #headcanon day #mi6cafe