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angelltheninth · 1 year

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genshin men seeing you doing domestic things and just fucking you right there and then 🤌

Domestic and sexy, that is the number one combo.

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Xiao, Gorou, Childe, Dottore, Pantalone, Baizhu, Kaveh, Al-Haitham, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, domestic fluff, kitchen sex, couch sex, table sex, clothes sharing, bath sex, neck kissing, blowjob

A/N: I really like this format of writing, I might do it more often.

COOKING FOOD - Itto, Childe

The smell of warm food is delicious but not as delicious as your pussy when he pushes you up on the table and spreads your legs, gingerly licking up your thighs, riling you up before lapping and kissing between your legs with gusto. He appreciates the food you worked so hard to make, but right now he would prefer to have his fill of you, fill you up later and then you can eat. He'll even help you with dessert.

"That looks good babe, my favorite. Oh! You thought I meant the food. Well, yeah, that looks good too but I was talking about you. You don't get it? Let me show you then. That was a cute sound, you're cute when you yelp. Open your legs for me, let me show you what I mean."

READING - Diluc, Xiao, Pantalone, Al-Haitham, Zhongli

Just a simple thing like reading when combined with him missing you all day and him seeing you in his big shirt is enough to arouse him. His cock is rock hard when he walks up to you, offering it to you to suck and kiss. Take it slow because he wants to enjoy this. In the mean time he will read you the book out loud, make sure to pay attention alright?

"Still reading that book honey? Its not more interesting then I am, is it? Really? Tell me then, do you want it, or maybe my cock instead? I've been thinking about you all day, all those hours apart. Don't worry about your book, I'll read it too you, if you can pay attention to two things at once."

CLEANING - Kaeya, Dottore, Kaveh

Not that he doesn't appreciate you cleaning up the place while he was at work but really, you could have waited for him. He would have helped. You work so hard, as hard as him, let him take some of your stress away. He pushes you over the couch, mouth on your neck, making you whimper and back up against him. You look really pretty in that apron but its all dirty now, so naturally he has to take it off you and see where else you need to clean up.

"There isn't a spec of dust here anymore. Good job beautiful, really good. Could have waited for me though. I can lend you a helping hand now if you want. With what? Well you look really stressed, and I just so happen to know a few methods to release that stress."

TAKING A BATH - Gorou, Baizhu

Since you're not in bed by the time he comes home he goes into the bathroom next, a soft smile on his face when he finds you in the middle of getting into the bath. Go right ahead, he could use one too, its been a long day and there's nothing better then taking a relaxing bath with you. Only neither of you can relax with his hard cock poking at you. The water is already warm but you could always warm his cock up a little more with your pussy.

"Taking a bath sweetheart? No, no, its alright. I wanted some cuddles from my favorite girl but we can do that in the bath too. Let me get behind you. Mmn. Don't move too much I'm already... fuck. Okay, okay, then uhm, can you make sit up a bit, I need to slide it in."

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whiskersz · 2 months

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Hello all, I wanted to dedicate some time to writing some self indulgent stuff, so here's some Adam dating HCs! Do tell me if you'd like more ^o^ Also I'm trying to play around with the format of my posts.

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Adam x Reader - Dating Headcanons

✦ Adam undoubtedly has a soft spot for you; from refraining to call you distasteful nicknames to trusting you to preen his wings, many are the ways in which he demonstrates that you’re special to him, not just another Angel. You’re one of the few souls who willingly shows him kindness after all, so how could he ignore that? Despite acting like a jerk most of the time, he really can’t bring himself to be that way around you.

✦ To get someone like him to fully respect you takes a lot of time and patience; just ignoring his unpleasant comments and jokes alone won’t do, you’ll sometimes have to retort with a joke of your own, or even laugh at them. If you do it’ll boost his confidence stratospherically, it’ll make him full on puff up his chest and give one strong flap of his wings to hear you laugh at something he just said.

✦ Something that I also mentioned in another one of my headcanons posts is that he loves naps; he’s a pretty lazy guy in general, so between meetings and training he’ll surely want to relax, even better if he gets to do that with you. He likes lying on his couch with you wrapped up in his arms and wings - bonus point if you’re peacefully sleeping – with his TV playing in the background. If you’re in bed though, expect him to move around a lot as he does so unconsciously in his sleep, unless he’s holding you...in which case his arms will practically trap you and you won’t be able to leave without waking him up.

✦ Another thing he quite enjoys doing with you is playing videogames, just to chill a bit together, and if drinking was allowed in Heaven I feel like he would be the type to play drinking games. He surprisingly doesn't need much to have fun, even in the house.

✦ Adam loves eating ribs, but he can’t cook for shit. He’ll always order those or takeout on a daily basis, so you decide that it’s a good idea to teach him at least the basics. He’s very clumsy in the kitchen, doesn’t really understand how most things work but hey, at least he can tell when the water’s boiling! So teaching him how to cook his own ribs is a bit of a process, but eventually he learns and takes pride in knowing how to make his favorite dish on his own. Give it some time and he’ll be parading around and telling anyone who asks about how his ribs are way better than the ones you can get at a restaurant.

✦ Speaking of food, he’ll almost always take you somewhere to eat if you’re on a date. Even if you’re just getting fries from some stall on the side of the street, he’ll make sure you’ve gotten a treat at the end of the day.

✦ He’s a big show off too, so he’ll 100% propose you to try playing guitar only to exhibit his own skills. If you compliment him enough and you appear to be genuinely interested in learning though, he will gladly be your teacher. He will show you how to play the songs he likes them most – his own – and reward you with a ‘You rock, babe!’ or something along those lines and a kiss whenever you get something right. He’s really, really proud of you and of being able to teach you something.

✦ Adam loves casually calling you pet names. He won’t use extremely cheesy ones, but things like babe/baby, sexy and hon. He’ll use them in sentences where they don’t even really belong, even, just because he’s willing to show you this sweet side of him that nobody else gets to witness. The one thing he will never call you is shortened versions of your name; he finds those extremely corny.

✦ He’s also not really afraid of showing his love in public, PDA is very much his thing when you two are together. Hand holding, a wing draped across your back, an arm around your shoulder...careful not to do too much though, he’s not really a fan of kissing in public or anything on the more intimate side like that. If this happens he won’t deny you a kiss or a hug but you’ll have to deal with his attitude for a while.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #x reader #hazbin hotel #adam x reader #adam hazbin hotel #adam hazbin #hazbin hotel adam #adam headcanons

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todayontumblr · 1 year

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Wednesday May 3.

Landscapes.

Let's face it, we've all been there.

But if we are being honest with ourselves, there are fewer pleasures in life as simple, or indeed as great, than taking a moment to stare out over the wire/abyss/majesty/spectacle/vista/band/other of your horizon, taking a deep breath, and thinking. Or indeed not thinking—just staring out, empty and happy as a beach ball, yet knowing how aloof and unknowable and sexy and intriguing you must look to the hikers/dog walkers/wildlife/insects/others around you. You just wouldn't get it, your body language appears to say.

This is because life offers no pleasures quite like a good #landscape. It's a home and retreat for every reason, every season, and indeed everyone. All are welcome to stand or sit and marvel at the extraordinary, often moving sights offered by millions of years of natural, and very slow, changes in rock formations above and below the crust of the earth.

We will leave you with these fantastic images for now, and if you ever happen to see us avoiding bae, romancing our melancholic solitude, and gazing out over the horizon, don't hesitate to say hi.

#today on tumblr #landscapes #horizon #nature #natural world #planet earth #bae #difficult questions #solitude #romanticizing my own life #beauty #quiet contemplation #not now bae #busy

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partycatty · 3 months

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you write for mk11 gramps johnny? have serious brain rot for him

if so could you write a fic of him dicking us down for being a brat? u can make up a plot or not i just need it and need him. love ur writing either way!!

- 💙

alright, im using this ask but i have a very specific image for this rn. this is gonna be a meaty post so hear me out

older!johnny cage > waste ur time

this is based off of the song WasteUrTime by Kevin Walkman with some lyrics (in pink) sprinkled in. you and johnny have a clear age gap, trying to avoid giving into desires, but 3am rolls around and you consider the idea of having a late night visitor.

warnings: smutty, age gap, ur both horny demons, virgin reader, i dont know how military ranks work, affair, sonya never gets Rocked

notes: this is going to be a little more artsy that what i usually do, so apologies if the format change is not ideal. this is more of an actual fic than bullet points. also the lyrics are out of order and not all included, so you don't need the song to enjoy this!

word count: 2.6k

[ masterlist ]

give me a glass of your innocence.

training was hard, your skin glistening with sweat and your face flushed from overexertion. the task was relatively simple; to climb up a deeply sloped wooden platform using nothing but your grip and momentum. your comrades were cheering you on, including briggs, commander cage, her mother, and her father. straining yourself to grip the ledge of the platform, you finally hoist yourself up and stand upright, not before doubling over to pant.

the others applaud and surround you with cheers. a firm hand finds its place square on your back, rubbing in circles.

"atta girl," the voice leans into your ear with an audible grin. "knew you had it in you."

your head turns to thank the disconnected voice, but out of your fuzzy mind, the realization pulls through that none other than your superior, johnny cage was the one congratulating you so intimately. his praise makes your cheeks flush even darker and your gaze averts, too afraid of such direct appreciation which johnny notes. you weren't used to compliments.

this is my creation, here's your invitation.

you knew something intense was brewing with each lingering stare or gentle squeeze to your shoulder. how intense exactly, you couldn't pick out. with minimal experience with others lusting for you, it didn't register in your head at first just how hungrily he gazed at you. not that you were complaining necessarily, he was part-time action star, part-time military leader. he was built, charismatic, and a family man. it felt impossible to not feel weak in the knees around him.

johnny knew he had an effect on you, as he did most others. despite watering down his hollywood charisma, he couldn't bring himself to deny how sexy he was at his older age. something about a buff salt and pepper man telling you what to do had you following commands like a dog, doing anything it takes to have him praise you more.

even still, you couldn't do anything about it. johnny was a married man. his family was your coworkers, hell, it was their job to command you! the guilty thoughts would creep up on you no matter how badly you wanted to avoid them. couldn't you have chosen a more... single man?

you seem so damn nervous.

"how can i be of service?" johnny asks, leaning his front half forward ever so slightly to show you he was interested in every word that dripped from your lips. your vision was too blurred from anxiety to properly articulate what you needed from him, so you nervously swirled your drink. damn the special forces and their free alcohol parties.

"how do you do it?" you ask with a stammer. "earthrealm, netherrealm, tarkatans, ninjas, thunder gods. it all feels so unreal. how do you stay so calm?"

"mm," he hums, lowering his own glass after a brief sip. "well, you get used to it. turns out i was born to a mediterranean war cult's gene pool. watched my daughter kick an elder god's ass while i got maggots down my throat. went face-to-face with younger me. there are just some things that are too damn ridiculous to ever fully understand, so i accept it for what it is. when you're my age, fighting for all of these otherworldly things, most of the little things feel like a walk in the park."

"don't get me wrong, sir, i'll fight for earthrealm, but this is all so... dizzying."

johnny visibly tenses up at 'sir.' "tell you what," he grabs his drink napkin and opens a sharpie with his teeth. "you ever wanna talk about it with someone that's seen everything, you come to me." he writes his personal phone number on the napkin and places it in your palm with a smile.

you fidget with the paper before pocketing it, worried you'd pick at it too much and rip it to shreds before you could save the digits. the most you could bring yourself to do was half-bow, half-nod before scurrying away to the bathroom to cool your hot face. johnny could only chuckle to himself with a shake of his head.

long walks of shame look so good on you.

a long time was spent staring at the new conversation on your phone. despite your inexperience, there was a simmering feeling that johnny didn't just give you his number to let you vent. he wanted to talk to you outside of work. the thought makes you sweat.

why would he want to talk to you? if he wanted conversation, he would reach out to his wife and kid. he had it all, and yet he still wanted to put everything on the line for you.

you're moving fast, and i'm into it.

"lieutenant. it's reader," you shoot a simple text out, lying to yourself when you justify texting him for the sake of him saving your number. it was late, too late to be texting your superior. another lie you told yourself: i'll just send the message now so he sees it in the morning! your shameful justifications are ripped from you when you receive a reply, almost immediately.

"couldn't it have waited until the morning?" he replies bluntly, and you're ready to type out a spew of apologies before a second text comes through. "i'm teasing. johnny, by the way. no need for titles."

"sorry." you try to remain professional with your response, fingers dancing wildly across your keyboard. your eyes flicker up to the clock in the top corner, realizing it's well into the night. "didn't expect a response so late. have a good night, lieutenant."

you're ready to throw your phone out of the nearest window out of sheer embarrassment, but you stop when you feel another buzz come through. your stomach flips.

"johnny. you usually stay up late?" he texts, drawing the conversation out much to your surprise. "it's 3:30 in the morning."

"my day's been so boring," you decide to lean into the more casual chat, hoping to find a softer side to your boss. you should feel disgusted, repulsed, put off. he was double your age and then some. but dear god, his attention on you was hypnotizing even if it was just words on a screen. "hoping to waste some time before tomorrow comes. lots of training."

johnny's reply takes a suspiciously long time to come through, his bubble appearing and disappearing. just before you thought you lost the conversation, a photo comes through. johnny's laying in bed, hair ruffled and shirtless. his eyes have a soft, pleading look to them and his lips are curled into a pretty smile. the tiniest glimpse of his chest tattoo pokes through the bottom of the image, and you had to make a conscious effort to swallow your drool and close your jaw. you almost don't notice the text attached.

"maybe i could waste your time?"

you choke on your saliva, glancing off to the corner of your room as if an invisible camera was perched there. this man held zero shame, that much was true. you suppose it's from his age. there's only so much time in one life, so he's seizing every moment. it terrified you, to the depths of your core.

"i don't follow," you text back, playing dumb. this was genuinely unbelievable to you, you needed to hear more from his perspective to make sure you weren't actually dreaming or reading too far into his offer.

"come on, girl," he teasingly responds. "don't play dumb. i may be old, but i'm still sharp." another photo slides into the chat, the same idea s his previous one but now fully displaying his torso. his broad chest with his name painted on it was now boldly on display. his hand laid flirtatiously on his abs, fingers spread out. at the very bottom, you could make out the beginning of a thick tent in his pajama pants. it was like every inch of this man was maximized. you'd seen his shirtless form in his old movies, but seeing it now... it was personal. that photo was for you. "i know you're still fucking with me. i see how you look at me." you bite your lip, wondering if maybe sonya was sharing the other side of the bed. your stomach churns.

"i mean..." you leave the text at that, rapidly typing and deleting. you're not quite sure what to say, how to carry this now heated conversation. you'd never... had to before. "if i may state the obvious, you're... older. and my boss. and married."

his replies stop for a good couple minutes. you wonder if maybe he was regretting his advance. you hoped not.

"is it something that you'd mind?" johnny asks, hesitation in his words as he breaks away from his flirty comments. his question makes you ponder. you were a virgin at your age, holding onto this trait longer than almost everyone at a similar age to you. work was your priority, never giving yourself enough time for a serious commitment. but here you were. johnny was throwing something onto the table that you never expected to happen. were you going to pass this up and stay a virgin forever? hell, no!

"sent you my location. let's try something new, lieutenant."

"johnny." he corrects you one final time before falling completely silent on his end. your stomach twists and churns wildly, realizing you have opened the flood gates to a hookup with your boss. you throw your pajamas off and replace them with a cuter, coordinating pair. you brush your teeth again and try to fix your hair into a neater updo, not impacted by the friction of your pillowcase. shoes and various discarded belongings are shoved under the bed and into the closet. you hadn't had male company, well, ever. you had to come off as somewhat decent for him.

jesus christ, your mind grows dizzy. you were going to lose your virginity, now, or in however long it takes for him to arrive at you apartment. you're not far from work, and even still the time it took for you to hear footsteps in the hallway must have been a century at the minimum. you were seriously going through with this because it was about damn time you enjoyed yourself and spiced shit up.

the heavy footsteps come to a halt, the shadow overtaking the faint hallway light glowing. a part of you wants to hide, maybe jump out of your fire exit. your nerves were blinding, and taking the steps to the entrance felt like an olympic sport. that is, until a new text appears.

"let me inside."

do you open the door? leaning against it, you can smell his musk just through the crack alone. damn his hypnotic... everything. if you open the door, his entire career, marriage, and life could be over. that is, if you spill. you wouldn't.

keeping shit a secret fits you like a glove.

you slowly open the door, hand frozen on the doorknob as you're met with your boss towering over you with a heavy look in his eyes. it's hard to avoid his own hesitation too, but his hard breathing betrays his morals. he looks ready to pounce at any given moment. johnny's mouth opens first, but you beat him to it.

"i'm a virgin," you blurt, mind too empty to feel embarrassed at the fact. you felt the need to tell him now, before he was on top of you and you laid there like a fool.

johnny's brows raise up ever so slightly. "what?"

the heat of the admittance catches up to you, and you twiddle with the hem of your shorts. you repeat yourself meekly, letting the predicament set in between the two of you.

"that's..." he trails off, glancing into your room. "um."

"i'm sorry-" your face heats up, your eyes pricking with tears at the awkward air. "i just... i didn't want you to be surprised, because i don't know what i'm doing."

something new stirs in johnny's core as he understands the weight of the situation. his fists clench and he takes a lumbering step toward you. you back up on instinct.

"that's alright," he purrs, voice hitting a new low, one that's far away from his professional volume. "'cause i'll take care of you. i've got you."

he stands up straight, scratching the back of his neck.

"if you'll have me... i guess that speaks for itself. i'm here, aren't i?"

you nod with a nervous chuckle. your bodies move in sync as you figure out where to put your hands. they settle on his neck, wrapping your arms around him to pull him in. his hands hold your waist. jesus, his hands are big. you'd kissed before, so this is familiar territory.

"i'll take that as a yes," his eyes flick to your lips, visibly restraining himself from fully taking advantage of you. he leans in for a tender kiss, your lips and his moving together. it turns heated quick, with his tongue darting out to get a taste of your mouth which you accept gratefully.

johnny's hands trail down to your ass, cupping the underside as if his hands were destined to fit there. he tugs upward, and you understand what he's trying to do. you jump up and break the kiss momentarily so your legs trap his waist. in between make out sessions, you guide him through your apartment to the bedroom. his lips taste bitter like alcohol but cleanly sweet. exactly how you imagined.

your mind is hazy with lust, your pussy clenching around nothing as you envision taking a monster like him for the first time. a part of you wonders if it's even possible. instead of throwing you onto the mattress, he lowers you like a princess, supporting your head and back with each hand which does nothing to help your aching wetness pooling between your legs.

johnny's lips dive to your jaw, sucking and biting tenderly. you wince, but replace the noise with a lustful gasp as he soothes the pain with his hot tongue. you want to clench your thighs together to relieve the throbbing pressure, but johnny's hands pry your legs open as his hips fit perfectly between them. like a forbidden puzzle piece. you feel his cock rub through your pajamas, and your mouth gathers drool.

johnny finds any possible plush flesh of your neck to take in, kissing wetly as he gently ruts into you, not even realizing he's doing it. he needed to explore every inch of this new body, this new lover... his mistress.

if you were to start praying for forgiveness, it'd be now. you internally cursed sonya for getting her hands on him before you could. your chest burned with jealousy and desire. he was so evilly delicious, and every inch of him needed to be inside before you'd start sobbing. your hands fly forward and tug him forward by his waistband.

"need you," is the most you can coherently ask for, blinded by your horniness. johnny pulls away from your collar, panting in your face. he can't bring himself to look directly in your eyes, your wet, pleading eyes.

"you..." he swallows thickly, brows knitting together. he frowns. "you can't tell anyone. you know that, right?''

you nod with a small whine. you wanted him to just shut up and fuck you.

"hhh - won't say anything," you huff back, gliding your dampened bottoms across his dick with need. he groans, and buries his head in your neck, a deep sigh sending goosebumps across you skin.

"atta girl..."

so hit me up when you feel down i'll make your ass stay 'til sundown i understand what you've been through 'cause I'm a sorry sucker too i know you're scared and that's alright just let me love you for the night

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #mk11 #mortal kombat smut #marley writes ☆

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thecuriousquest · 5 months

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B (brand) with yandere sanemi x shy reader ?

The Wind Pillar’s Tsuguko

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug @palesweetscherryblossom

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, possessive tendencies, controlling tendencies, jealousy, dominant behavior, FULLY CONSENSUAL SEX, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, branding (by sword), blood, spanking threat, minor spanking, nipple play, nudity, coming on someone

Request: “I will engrave myself into your very being.”

Note: You didn’t tell me if you wanted NSFW, SFW, or Platonic Yandere, so I’m doing NSFW because this sounds like a sexy prompt.

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As his Tsuguko, you’re expected to train with him for a large portion of the day. Today is a regular day, a fair morning with not too much going on. You meet with Sanemi, sword on your hip, hair pushed back how you usually like it when you’re doing heavy exercises.

“Hello, Mr. Shinazugawa…” You greet him with your eyes cast downwards. You play with your sword’s hilt, acting like you’re looking at something so that you don’t have to look at him.

You’ve never been able to bring yourself to look him in the eyes for more than a few seconds. Even when you’re in trouble and he has to grip your chin to make you face him, you always end up looking anywhere else but him.

He’ll never admit it, but your timid nature is what drew him in so close like a pheromone.

Sanemi can’t help how the corner of his lips tug upwards. You’re just so adorable, like a little mouse.

“We’re going over defensive techniques today. Have you been working on your breathing?”

You nod instead of giving him a verbal confirmation. It’s not that you hate talking, not exactly. You’re more of a listener. It’s just that when someone looks at you, it makes you want to crawl under a rock, wait for night to fall, and then run to your room and hide under the covers.

Honestly, how have you made it this far in life?

“SANEMI!”

You both look in the direction of the booming voice. Kyojiru strides over to the both of you with that great smile plastered on his face.

“It’s a lovely morning, Sanemi! I see you’re training with your Tsuguko! How are you, young lady?”

You can’t help but hold your bicep, pressing your nails into supple flesh. It creates a canvas of half moons as your eyes fixate on your shoes.

“Hi…Mr. Rengoku. I- I’m okay…thanks.”

“I’m off for a mission! Have a good day, Sanemi. Take care, Y/N!”

His exclamation startles you. By the time you look up, he’s already gone.

What you miss is the way the wind Hashira clenches his teeth at you as you turn your attention away from him.

Sanemi walks towards the training grounds, and you quickly walk after him. You watch as he pulls his sword out, whirling on you without a word indicating the start of your lesson. You immediately block and parry his attack.

“M-Mr. Shinazugawa! Wait!”

“A demon wouldn’t wait. Fight!”

You regulate your breathing, focusing on your wind technique. Concentrating on formations while being attacked has never been your forte, and while Sanemi knows this, he seems to be taking advantage of your weakness right now.

As he runs you down with his sword, he uses his first formation on you. He knocks you on your ass, lunges at you, and swipes the tips of his sword along your thigh.

You watch the blood spilling from that singular slit in your flesh.

“A demon won’t stop when you’re bleeding. Actually, it’ll just make the bastard want to eat you even more,” your teacher reminds you with his back to you.

He turns to you, eyeing you sharply, so you fix your gaze on the dirt beneath you as your blood drips onto the earth.

“Get up, and start using your damn technique,” he pulls you up by your arm none too gently, letting his fingers squeeze just above your elbow before letting go.

As training continues, Sanemi cuts slit after slit into your thigh. You stifle each and every cry of pain. You can’t help but notice he’s keeping his physical attacks on a very specific area of your body.

When the day comes to an end, and you’re in your room in Sanemi’s mansion, you take a good look at your thigh. There’s a large ‘S’ cut into your body, and you can’t help your wide eyes.

You hear banging on your door, and you’re not quick enough to adjust your pants or tell him to wait. The door opens, and you lock eyes with your teacher. You’re horrified that he’s seeing you in your state of undress.

Hands rush to preserve your modesty as you bend slightly to keep him from seeing anything, pressing your thighs together.

“Mr. Shinazugawa! Please, I wasn’t…why didn’t you wait?!”

He simply chuckles and walks in, shutting the door behind himself. The Wind Pillar sets down a bottle of disinfectant along with gauze and a towel on your bed. He walks over to you, pulling you in close by your hips.

“I didn’t know you had such nice curves.”

You don’t think your face could get any hotter than it is right now. You feel as though Mr. Rengoku has used his breathing technique on you, and you want to curl up and die as you keep your hands against your mound.

“Hiding a body like that from me underneath all those baggy clothes and kimonos. You oughta be ashamed of yourself, kid.”

With his hands on your hips, he pushes you towards your bed. You stumble backwards until the pits of your knees hit the bed. Falling on your back, you sit up on your elbows.

Your teacher now stands between your spread legs.

Without thinking much, you squeeze your knees together.

“Mr. Shinazugawa, what’s going on?”

“Come on. Lift your arms up.”

Biting your lip, you choose to obey. With hands above your head, he takes your kimono and shirt off.

You thought your face couldn’t heat up anymore earlier. Now, your cheeks feel akin to an inferno as your tits pop free of your uniform.

“Hmmm…no injuries other than the one on your thigh.” His pointer finger grazes the area he carved his sword into. “I’m sure your ass is pretty bruised from how many times I knocked you on it. Why don’t you turn over and show me?”

Feeling warmth gather not only in your blazing face, but also between your thighs, you squirm to relieve a little bit of the stress budding in your clit. You hope that he thinks you’re just nervous. You really hope he doesn’t catch onto what you’re doing.

You roll over for Sanemi, still squeezing your thighs together, still feeling the throbbing sensation in your walls.

Oh fuck, you’re in so much trouble right now.

Sanemi can’t help himself. He caresses the soft hills of your ass, sporting soft violet and navy bruises from falling so much earlier.

“Rengoku shouldn’t have been running his mouth with you so much.”

Your head perks up. “Huh?”

“Shouldn’t have been acting so friendly with you. Fucking talking to you like you’re his. You know you don’t belong to him.”

He nudges his way between your thighs and can’t help the smirk upon seeing your glistening pussy.

“You know who you belong to. You know who owns you. I don’t have to mark you up to show you that. You know better.”

His fingers gather up your juices, curling inside of you, pumping in and out of you at a furious pace.

“And you know better than to act like such a slut with him. Fuck, if you ever…if you ever so much as even tell him ‘hello’, I will take a switch to your ass. Got it?”

You hump into the bed, stimulating your clit as his digits control you.

“Yes, Mr. Shinazugawa! I understand!”

Wet enough for him, he pulls his hard cock free from his uniform. Sanemi nests himself inside of you, plummeting deeply, harshly, punishingly. He takes hold of your hair and fucks into you, hips bucking.

You mewl on his cock, whining for more.

“Please, Mr. Shinazugawa! I won’t be bad again!”

“You were such a bad girl. Such a fucking bad girl.”

Pouting from his statement, you huff. As he continues to drive forward into you, he toys with you by hitting your come spot only to change angles and stay away from it.

“You’re so mean!” you shout as you stomp your foot.

“Yeah, and you’re a fucking brat.” He sinks his teeth into your neck.

Sanemi’s hand comes down sharply on your upturned ass, one smack after another. Yipping with each onslaught of his palm, you can’t help but arch your back and raise your hips up.

The Hashira slides his hand beneath you, feeling and tweaking your nipples with every thrust of his hips. You can’t take all of the stimulation anymore. The nipple play, the length of his cock, the burn in your backside, the wriggling of your clit against the mattress.

It all ends for you when he goes back to hitting the soft bead embedded in your walls. Your mind goes fuzzy as your lids slowly close, and you fall limp against the bed, breathing heavily into your folded arms.

The Wind Pillar gathers your leg up, hooking it behind him so that he can penetrate you even deeper. He moans your name, elongating the syllables. His voice dripping like droplets of honey from a hive.

Pulling away from you, Sanemi pumps his cock, releasing himself all over your back. He stands tall, letting go of your leg. The scarred man sits down beside you and rests a hand on the back of your neck.

“Don’t let me catch you talking with Rengoku again. I will engrave myself into your very being if that’s what it takes to get it through your fucking skull that you’re mine.”

Taking some time to recover, you finally pick your head up enough to nod and answer him clearly. “Yes, Mr. Shinazugawa.”

“Good. Let’s get you cleaned up and bandaged then.”

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀❝ 𝐀𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐇’𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ! ❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AALIYAH’S UNFORGETTABLE FASHION SENSE ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀EXPLORED, ─── AN ARTICLE WRITTEN & PHOTO ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ EDITS MADE BY MIA GOLDS

If you ask anyone in the world to define the legacy of Aaliyah, you’ll receive a myriad of responses. Some will praise the rising IT Girl whose precious life tragically ended too soon, while others will reflect on the profound impact she’s made on their existence in one way or another.

Many others will recount her evolution from a young R&B sensation to a mature artist exploring pop music and other sounds on the brink of her prime. But regardless of the response you get, one thing reigns true as the definition of her essence: her iconic fashion sense.

From the moment she burst onto the music scene in 1994 with her first album “ Age Ain’t Nothing but A Number “ as a fresh-faced teenager, Aaliyah captivated audiences not only with her angelic and smooth vocals but also with her distinctive sense of style.

In her early years, she came out the gate pushing the envelope of what it means to be a budding artist and a free-spirited young black girl. Many of her looks effortlessly blended streetwear stylings with subtle couture pieces, rocking oversized sports jerseys and baggy pants paired with sleek, feminine touches like crop tops and crop jackets to create uniquely balanced silhouettes and cuts.

A fashion format she carried throughout the entirety of her career, through time she changed the way she presented it but the elements of it remained. As she soared into her stardom and maturity as an artist, so too did her fashion sense.

Later she embraced more feminine and refined aesthetics, favoring sexy silhouettes, tailored gowns, and minimalistic elegance. Her iconic tomboy ‘ sweet but street ‘ chic look became synonymous with effortless coolness, and inspired countless fashion trends.

Establishing her as the true style icon she was, ahead of her time and still remains today. Regardless, it was her ability to seamlessly transition between various fashion personas that truly set her apart from any of her peers.

Whether she was rocking a glamorous gown on the red carpet or effortlessly slaying in a baggy tracksuit on stage, Aaliyah exuded confidence and authenticity in every ensemble.

That very same confidence and coolness continues to resound in the world around us today. From celebrities and influencers, to everyday fashion enthusiasts who pride themselves in their physical expression.

The beauty of creating art is that it is big— and permanent enough to live beyond us. Within her short time on earth, she continued to push boundaries and explore new musical territories, and her fashion choices unwound alongside her, reflecting her growth as an artist and into a woman.

From the streets of Brooklyn to the stages of the world, Aaliyah's fashion journey was as dynamic and diverse as her music, leaving an unforgettable imprint on the industries of fashion and music alike.

𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: From Tomboy to Tommy Girl

During her debut era in 1994, Aaliyah not only captivated audiences with her smooth, soulful vocals on hits like “ Back & Forth,” “ At Your Best ( You Are Love ), “Old School, “ & “ Age Ain’t Nothing but A Number “— the title track of her debut album, to name a few… but also with her distinctive sense of fashion.

The way she dressed didn’t just resound the casual and laid-back lifestyles of the R&B & Hip-Hop scene of the 1990s, but it also reflected her confident, humorous, yet collected personality.

There wasn’t a single teen girl in America that didn’t want to be like Aaliyah. Black girls everywhere aspired to make oversized jerseys, baggy pants, cropped tops, statement sunglasses, numerous colored bandanas, and baseball caps look as chill as she did. Her uniqueness quickly made her a sensation and role model to look up to.

In addition to her loose-fitted hoodies and starter jackets, a wrist full of silver bangles and standout nail polish colors added feminine contrast to anything you’d see her in, and how could we forget her “ A “ initial necklace? Simple but effectively iconic.

Her early appeal and aesthetics can be attributed to the legendary fashion stylist Derek Lee. From 1994 onward through her career, Derek was instrumental in crafting her trendsetting tomboy aesthetic. It was his hard work and vision that helped to shape her distinctive fashion sense and solidify her status as a style icon.

Under his guidance, she became known for her effortless blend of masculine yet sweetly feminine elegance, taking risks, setting trends, and inspiring fans worldwide. Derek has also styled Lil Kim, Bobby Brown, and Macy Gray, to name a few.

As his muse, Aaliyah landed her first significant collaboration campaign for Tommy Hilfiger in 1996. Tommy Hilfiger is a brand whose name still holds the same weight today as it did in the 90s.

Becoming a Tommy Girl allowed Aaliyah to express her creativity in a new way. Their collaboration blended urban streetwear-inspired styles to cater to the day's youth and offered a sense of high-quality exclusivity. Her laid-back touch perfectly complemented Tommy’s preppy dynamic and made a memorable partnership that we still recognize and associate with the R&B star.

Working with Tommy also introduced Aaliyah to her best friend, Kidada Jones, the fashion stylist and designer, who is also the daughter of music legend Quincy Jones. Their shared interests in music, fashion, and culture are said to have led to a natural connection and friendship over time. The two young women were just alike.

𝐖𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Get it? Anyways, Aaliyah’s Evolution from Teen Idol to Full Blown Superstar!

In the Mid to Late 1990s, Aaliyah’s style evolved into something with the makings of a rebirth—a renaissance for her womanhood. The teenage tomboy crooner had grown into a young woman navigating mainstream success, and her fashion began to reflect that portion in her narrative.

Many of those who adored her for her music also adored her fashion sense as it became less practical and increased in intricacy. She traded her baggy pants, oversized leisure wear, and cropped tees for sleek leathers, fitted dresses, and high-fashion-grade ensembles that added more contrast and texture to her wardrobe.

Though she never shied away from wearing color, her palette during this era took on a more toned-down colorway to emphasize her maturity: rusted earth tones, browns, grays, and lots of black.

Her red carpet looks became increasingly refined during this era, showcasing her versatility and ability to transition between different fashion personas seamlessly. As she navigated her way through the entertainment industry, tackling acting roles and additional modeling campaigns, how she presented herself began to attest to her evolution as a person with each project she put out.

Her ‘One In A Million’ era was the dawning of a new point in her career, with the sophomore album marking a transition into a more cultivated sophistication in her artistry and welcoming bolder accessories for her coming-of-age narrative. She showed versatility as she was praised on cover shoots for teen magazines nationwide and reserved her edge by allowing her signature shades, oversized jackets, and necklaces to appear.

Her self-titled “ Aaliyah “ album era was the last project released during her time here. This era was the pinnacle of her evolution. This portion of her art saw her embracing sultry vocals and lyrics, all the while coming into the glamor of stardom and confidence with every public appearance. Statement pieces and bold colorways once again found themselves in her look. Avante-garde designs, high fashion designer-brand labels, and intricate detailed pieces and patterns, to name a few— demonstrated her fearless approach as a trendsetter and tastemaker.

This era leaves a bittersweet imprint in the minds of many. While we applaud the woman she was becoming, we cry for the sweet spirit we lost so tragically and too soon.

𝐀𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐇, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄: Her Homage to High Fashion

Her partnership with Tommy Hilfiger in the mid-1990s was a groundbreaking moment, as she became the face of Tommy Jeans, effortlessly blending mainstream fashion with hip-hop culture.

Aaliyah's influence also reached luxury fashion houses like Versace, Gucci, and Alexander McQueen, where she was admired for her daring fashion choices and ability to push boundaries.

She seamlessly incorporated pieces from these brands into her wardrobe during photoshoots, music videos, and other public appearances, showcasing her impeccable taste and fearless approach to style.

Aaliyah's affinity for luxury fashion not only elevated her image but also helped raise the visibility of these brands within the urban music and fashion scenes.

She famously wore a custom-made Tom Ford for Gucci leather jumpsuit in the music video for her song "Try Again," a look that continues to be complimented.

She rocked a stunning black silk organza gown from Alexander McQueen’s Spring/Summer 2000 collection in her final music video for "Rock the Boat." Along with designs by Thierry Mugler, including a metallic silver jumpsuit during her performance at the MTV Video Music Awards in 1998.

Her legacy as a style icon inspires designers, artists, and fashion enthusiasts worldwide, solidifying her status as a timeless muse for high fashion designer brands with an unstoppable influence.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: 23 Years Later…

Aaliyah's influence on fashion transcends time, resonating even in present-day trends 23 years after her untimely passing. The entire thesis of this exploration is to emphasize how her style continues to inspire a new generation of fashion enthusiasts, celebrities, and influencers all these years later. I aim to stress how her incredibly unmatched talent and passion for fashion collaboratively created a legacy that still holds her light.

Modern-day stars like Zendaya, known for her boundary-pushing fashion choices and effortless blend of streetwear and high fashion, often cite Aaliyah as a source of early inspiration.

Similarly, Ciara's bold and glamorous style pays homage to Aaliyah's rule-breaking approach to fashion, with her outfits and statement accessories reminiscent of the late icon.

Tinashe, an independent artist and producer, embraces Aaliyah's signature tomboy-chic aesthetic, infusing it with her own modern twist to create a unique and captivating look.

Aleali May, who in my opinion is a fusion of Aaliyah & Kidada Jones’ essence, is a designer stylist and continues to be a rising star in the fashion world, channels Aaliyah's relaxed and understated elegance in her streetwear-inspired looks and all of her designs, proving that Aaliyah's influence knows no boundaries.

Even global superstar Rihanna, known for her daring and trendsetting style, acknowledges Aaliyah's impact on fashion, paying homage to her in her music and fashion choices. Along with the beautiful and eclectic Teyana Taylor further attesting to the power of a legacy as well.

Beyond celebrities, influencers and public figures across social media platforms continue to celebrate Aaliyah’s fashion that came before her time, reinterpreting it for the digital age and keeping her legacy alive for generations to come.

Aaliyah's style and unapologetic individuality continue to serve as a reminder that true fashion icons are immortalized not only in memory but also in the enduring influence they leave behind. Great art never expires.

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Peter helping reader thru dream by making her ride his thigh

Here you go anon dear, sexy little request for you. I hope you like it, I didn’t edit so sorry for any errors! Also feedback in the format of reblogs or comments are really really appreciated! They help me stay motivated and know if I'm writing good stuff! Especially with smut since I'm so new to writing it still

Wet Dreams

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Smut, wet dreams

Summary: Peter wants to help make your dreams come true

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Peter hated coming home after you’d gone to bed. One of his favorite parts of the day was when the two of you fell asleep snuggled up together, and he hated to miss that. Most nights you stayed up until he got home because you liked to make sure patrol went well and he made it home safe, so it was pretty rare that he missed out on his snuggle time. Unfortunately tonight was not one of those nights, and when he came home he found you passed out, clutching his pillow to your chest.

Peter sighed and stripped his suit. He was too tired to put it away properly so he just kicked it to the side of the room and crawled into bed beside you. He carefully wiggled his pillow out of your arms, smiling to himself as you started to whimper and stir. He placed the pillow back at the head of the bed and wrapped his arms around you. You snuggled back into him, tangling your legs up with his. He buried his nose in your hair, sighing happily before he closed his eyes.

“Love you snuggle bug,” he mumbled with a yawn.

Sleep started to overtake Peter quickly, you were warm and cozy against him and it was easy for him to relax and drift off. That was until you started to stir again. You started to whimper and shift around, he figured you were just uncomfortable or having a bad dream and started to try and comfort you.

“Hey, it’s alright baby, it’s just a dream, wake up,” he shook you lightly.

You rocked your hips back against his leg and let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan. You repeated the action, this time moaning out name. Even though it was a bit muffled by your pillow, it was still clearly his name. Peter flushed as it became clear what was happening, you weren’t having a bad dream, you were having a dirty dream. Of course it wasn’t weird for you to have a dirty dream about your boyfriend, and Peter had certainly had his fair share about you, but he never really thought about the fact that you probably had them too.

You continued to rock yourself gently against his leg, and in an effort to help you out a bit, Peter pulled you back against him, allowing you to rock more directly against his thigh. He set a hand over your hip to help guide your movements, causing more and more moans to tumble from your lips. As much as it seemed like you were enjoying yourself, Peter was sure you’d be happier if he actually took care of you so he started trying to gently shake you awake again.

“Snuggle bug,” he cooed against your ear, “Wake up baby, you’re having a dream.”

You squeezed your eyes shut tighter, like you were fighting to stay asleep. Peter couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Come on, wake up,” he tried again, “(y/n), time to wake up.”

“No,” you whined.

He smiled, “Yes, come on, wake up.”

You whined again and started rocking your hips harder against his. One of your hands reached between your legs but Peter was quick to grab it and bring it back to your stomach. He pressed a couple of quick kisses to your neck before pressing his lips to your ear again.

“(y/n) wake up,” he spoke louder this time, and it was just enough to break the sleeping spell you were under.

Your eyes fluttered open and you mumbled, “Peter?”

“I got you,” he pressed another kiss to your neck, “Were you having a good dream baby?”

You flushed, “Yeah, it was pretty nice.”

“Seemed like it, you were grinding on my leg and making all these pretty noises,” he pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth, “Tell me about it, tell me what we were doing.”

Your lips curled to a lazy smile, “I don’t know if I remember right now, maybe you can jog my memory?”

He grinned and started to rock his hips against yours, directing you to grind on him the same way you had been, “Is that helping?”

“Hmm,” you pretended to be thinking hard while he started kissing your neck, “It started with us on the beach.”

“The beach?” he hummed against your skin.

You nodded, “Yeah, the beach, and the sun was going down.”

“Sounds romantic,” he said, dragging a hand down towards your core, barely grazing the edge of your underwear.

“It was very romantic. We were playing at the edge of the water and we decided to sit down and watch the sunset,” you bit your lips as his hand dipped into your underwear, “But we started kissing instead, and then you-” you gasped suddenly as he ran a finger over your wet folds.

“Keep going,” he ordered.

“You started kissing my neck,” you screwed your eyes shut, struggling to call the exact details of the dream, “Then you untied my bikini top…”

“That sounds fun,” he purred, circling your clit with his finger, “I bet I can guess what’s next,” his free hand pushed up your shirt, pinching one of your bare nipples.

You whimpered and nodded, rocking your hips even harder against his leg, “Yeah, and then you started taking off my bottoms.”

“Did I take off mine too?”

You shook your head, “No, you were just using your hands…”

“Like this?” he slipped a finger into you, you moaned loudly and grabbed his wrist.

“Yeah, sort of like that, except you were using two,” you were breathing heavier and heavier with every move he made.

“I see,” he added a second finger and curled them in you.

You gasped again and he returned his thumb to your clit. Peter was happy to work you up, loving the way you squeezed his fingers and rocked against him. He had grown hard too, but he only cared about getting you off. He continued to rock his hips against you and kiss and suck at your neck. You started panting as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, as much as Peter wanted to get you off he couldn’t resist teasing just a little.

His movements started to slow and you whined, “No.”

“You stopped telling me about your dream,” he nibbled at your earlobe while he spoke, “I wanna hear about the ending.”

“I didn’t reach the ending, you woke me up,” you whined.

“Make something up then.”

You bit your lip, trying desperately to think of something, “W-Well you’d probably keep going,” you sighed in relief when he picked up speed again, “And you’d start talking.”

“And what would I say?”

“T-That I was a good girl,” you groaned, his fingers curled into you perfectly. You were nearly overwhelmed with pleasure, it was hard to think of the things he usually said to you, “Probably ask if I felt good.”

“No, I’d ask if I was making you feel good,” he corrected.

“You are Peter, it feels so good,” you reached back to lace a hand in his hair, “I-I’m so close Peter, please.”

“Gonna cum on my fingers good girl?” he cooed, “Tell me how I would have got you there baby.”

“Y-You would pinch my nipple a little harder,” you stuttered, “A-And go a little faster.”

He did exactly as you said, pinching your nipple a bit harder and moving his fingers faster. You continued to rock your hips against his leg, moving faster and harder against him as you tried to get yourself off. The combination of his thigh and fingers was overwhelming. You could feel he was rock hard against you, obviously turned on by the way you were clenching around him.

“I want you to finish on my fingers baby,” Peter purred, “I bet that’s how your dream would have ended, with you falling apart for me.”

“Peter,” you moaned loudly, “Please, please.”

“Are you gonna cum for me baby? You gonna make a mess all over my thigh?”

You nodded eagerly, “Yes, please, I wanna cum for you Peter.”

“Cum for me then, be a good girl for me,” he nipped at your neck.

The knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter before suddenly bursting.

“Peter,” you cried, squeezing your eyes shut as you came around him.

Peter worked you through your high, smiling wide as you pulsed around his fingers. He slowly pulled his fingers from you and let you roll onto your back. You smiled lazily up at him and pulled him down for a quick kiss.

“That was much better than the dream,” you complimented.

He chuckled, “Good, I’m glad,” he laid at your side with a big smile, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you cooed back, “I’m sorry I didn’t stay away, I really tried to.”

“It’s alright, at least you were dreaming about me.”

You giggled, “I always do.”

“Yeah, me too,” he stared adoringly back at you.

“Really?” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in close, “Why don’t you tell me about some of your dreams then?” your eyes flickered down to the tent in his pants.

“You don’t have to, we can just go back to sleep if you want,” he insisted, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I want to,” you dragged a hand down his chest, “Come on Peter, tell me about your dirty dreams.”

He hummed, pretending to debate it before his lips curled to a smile, “Okay.”

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WIP Wednesday Thursday

Happy Thursday y'all! It's been a while since I gave an update on the Dancing with the Stars Dieter fic, Closed Position.

As mentioned before, I do not plan to fully dive into this fic and start posting until Destiny & Deliverance has been completed. However, there is only one chapter and the epilogue left (I'm not ready). Since, it's not that far off...I have started working on my outline for dancing Dieter. More below the cut. 👇

I have it planned out fairly well, so I am sharing my chapter list with you today. This could change slightly when I start digging in, but this is the format I'm going with:

Prologue

Introductions

Week 1 - Foxtrot

Week 2 - Cha Cha

Week 3 - Jive

Week 4 - Rumba

Week 5 - Argentine Tango

Week 6 - Paso Doble

Week 7 - Jazz

Week 8 - Viennese Waltz

Week 9 - Quickstep

Week 10 - Samba

Week 11 - Finale

Epilogue

I've been doing a ton of homework on the show, so I plan to incorporate a lot of crazy behind the scenes stuff that actually happens and makes for an entertaining plot. Anyone down for a weekly spray tan? No? Dieter isn't a fan either.

This fic will not be anywhere near as angsty as D & D. However, some tough topics are mentioned, mostly relating to Kat's (OFC) asshole ex who will be very present as another professional dancer on the show. Then of course, Dieter's issues with drugs and alcohol are discussed too. He will be sober in this fic, but early on in his journey. Still very much our loveable, hot mess trash panda though.

I would like to do a lot more extras with this fic. I plan to share some inspiration videos for each chapter so you will have a visual of the dances. I think it will help you understand what ultimately causes Dieter and Kat to fall for each other. If nothing else, the visuals are just hot AF.

There will be a lot of Latin dances, just because we have to show off Dieter's loose hips. You know there are going to be jokes about that. I feel like it's a good excuse to take Dieter's button allergy up a few notches too. 😏 Here is a sexy little Rumba video to get us started. This dance may or may not be the one that gets them in trouble...🤐

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Series Summary: Dieter Bravo was looking to change his bad boy image and clean up his act after hitting rock bottom. His team hoped that having him join the nationally televised family friendly dance competition would be a good first step, if they can keep him out of trouble.

Katarina Stamos expected her last season as a professional dance partner to one of Hollywood’s biggest stars to go the same as it had for the past nine seasons. That all changed when she was partnered with the infamous Dieter Bravo.

Dieter and Katarina are reluctantly thrown into their partnership and must learn to work together to succeed in the competition. In the process they form a deeper connection beyond the dance floor that neither anticipated.

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Tagging all my usuals. If this isn't a fic you would like to be tagged on, let me know and I will remove you. 😉

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grapeagata · 10 months

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god I fucken love rocks somuch!!!!!!!!!! and minerals and crystals and glass and lava and magma and geological formations and mountains and hills and rocks rocks rocks!!!!!!!! yeah!!!! rocks rock hell yeah!!! wahoo!!! yipee!!! and salts and ice and snow and sand and metamorphic rocks and ignious rocks and rocks make me so fukin happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! myeah!!!! and i want more rocks to add to the collection and i want more space to show more rocks becaus the more rocks the better and rocks! also god please add more rocks in the next update and also give them to meeeeeeeeeeee also make a meteorite fall near my house so i can get it and add to the collection pleasepleasplepalspleaplspelapleplaslapelpslpaleplspaleplsp rock are so cool and some are so hot and sexy and im going to marry a rock and minrals yeah!!!!!!!!

also yeah dirts cool too i like dirt it tastes nice and its moist and cool i like it :3

#geology #minerals #rocks #cool rocks #crystals #:3 #happy #I LOVE ROCKS #also some poeplo believe crystals have metaphysical properties and thats cool too you can belive in that #they also say obsidian is a crystal which it is not #i will marry this rock #rock and stone #also i did not realize until now that you can put a fukton of tags on a post i wonder if there is a limit? but also why would there be a li #i just found out that there's a 140 character limit on how long tags can be #the only rocks i dont like are the ai generated ones #how am i supposed to study and marvel at the beauty of a rock if it doesnt exist?#mineralogy #minerais

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ashiemochi · 1 year

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hey ashie (again)

cause I’ve been working a lot and am tired, could I request a sugar daddy Leon blurb (personally I haven’t read any smut for him in a min), I’d super appreciate it 💓

Ily

wrote this on phone so excuse EVERYTHING ilyt. will fix the format when I wake up.

fucking in the pool mutual masturbation

"Rough day at work, babe?"

"Ugh, yeah. My back is killing me."

"Well, I got just the thing for it."

"What's that?"

if only you knew what he was implying. A hot bath was usually the remedy for a bad day. A hot bath with him behind you and a hand between your legs was something else.

"fuck, Leon... mmh..."

"Shh, don't tire yourself out," Leon cooed into your ear, one hand caressing your inner thigh and the other quite busy lazily stroking your bundle of nerves, "Just relax."

He was only using two fingers; his middle and his index. Your head fell back to the space between his shoulder and chest with a breathy whine, earning a chuckle from him. His chest rumbled with his warmwarm sound, making your hands grip his thighs next to you.

It had been soso long since you've had some private time with none other than your sugar lover. With him being busy with work, you rarely saw him. Your job paid well but at what cost?

So, when you received a notification from your bank account about a huge sum being transferred to you, that was when you knew Leon was back home. And before you could call him, your phone lit up with his contact.

One conversation led to another and now you're in his luxurious bathroom in the black marbled self-heating tub. The glass doors had long steamed up and your whole body was hot.

Leon let out a hummed sound, enjoying toying with your clit in steady strokes as he pressed a kiss or two on the nape of your neck. Trailing them up to your cheek, Leon sped up the pace just a little.

The sudden pleasure jolted you, pushing a moan out of you. Had you been in bed or someplace that wasn't soaked in water, you'd hear the audible noise of your wetwet cunt.

"Let me take care of you," Leon muttered with a hazy smile, "Let me make you cum again and again so you can never have to worry about going to work tomorrow. I'm here to handle the money, you just have to enjoy it, isn't that right, sexy?"

You whimpered out, chest heaving as your hips started rocking on their own, trying to have his fingers in you, "Leon-hah,"

"Yes, baby?" Leon answered, feeling your hand leave his thigh to trail to his and you guided him up to your bosom, making him feel your perky buds.

"Need you, so bad," You begged, opening up your puppy eyes to gaze pleadingly at him, "Mmh-missed you,"

Leon grinned, azures heavy with lust before he kissed you, tongue already exploring every nook and cranny in your mouth. His large hand grasped your boob, having your nipple in between his thumb and index before pinching and massaging it, your loud whines coming out muffled by the lip lock.

His hand left your clit to grab your other free hand, guiding you to your sensitive spot and he had you rub your own self. He parted from your lips for a moment, staring darkly into your eyes.

"Play with yourself just like this," Leon ordered, his hand on top of yours over your aching clit, "And I'll have you cum on my fingers, and then,"

Your jaw dropped open at the penetration of his two long middle and ring finger, slowly going deepdeep into your cunt.

Leon smirked at your reaction before whispering hoarsely, "I'll fuck this pussy with my cock till you're cumming all over me."

Suddenly, you were vaguely aware of his heavy dick pressing into your lower back.

"F-shit, Leon!" You squealed at how deep and quick he was fucking your cunt with only his two fingers.

"Don't stop touching yourself, baby," Leon warned breathlessly into your ear, "Keep rubbing your clit for me."

You had no choice but to follow his order and it ripped a loud cry out of you, desperately stroking your little pearl in small circles. His fingers went deep and deep with each thrust that you really thought even you would never be able to finger-fuck yourself like he does.

His other hand roughed up on your hardened nipple, giving the other the same treatment by squeezing your bud in the space between his index and middle finger. Your free hand reached up to his, back arching into his hand as your sounds were getting louder and louder.

"I can feel you close, baby," Leon panted, "Can't wait to be in this sweet pussy of yours, ah~" his words ended in a moan, grunting as his hips visibly started grinding against your back for some friction, "Fuck, baby, I'd cum by just hearing your moans, mmh~"

Your words and begs came out incoherent and airy, feeling the knot tightening hard. Your chest heaved as you writhed, pathetically moaning with tears stinging the corner of your squeezed-shut eyes.

Leon kissed you hard, swallowing your moans as they merged with his at the feeling of your walls clasping tight around his digits. Your hand stilled on your clit, shooting out to grab onto something but you only found the condensation on the glass door. it was cool beneath your hot touches.

"That's it," Leon encouraged against your lips, fucking you deeper as he violated that spongy spot in you and his palm rubbed hard against that sensitive spot on your clit, "Let yourself go, sexy. Cum on my fingers."

Like a huge waterfall, your orgasm hit you hard that sent you gushing. Leon tugged you close when your body convulsed, keeping up his harsh thrusts that had you squealing and gasping. your legs shook and tried to clam shut at the oversensitivity but his ankles went over yours, preventing you from even attempting it.

"Fuck, AH! Le-on! Shit, oh god!!" You yelped, unable to handle how he was prolonging your orgasm.

His teeth sunk into your neck for the umpteenth hickey and that threw you further over the edge, forcing a loudloud moan of his name to the closed walls around you. His fingers fucking finally slowed down to slip out, slowly rubbing your visibly pumping clit to ease you down.

"There, there," Leon purred into your jawline, pressing a kiss there, "I've got you."

His thumb gingerly caressed your sore nipple, feeling your pounding heart right behind your ribs. Your whole body felt fatigued but you knew the night was far from over.

"I don't... think..." You breathed heavily, lolling your head to his side to look at him through half-lidded eyes, "I have energy in me for another round,"

Leon snickered at that, bumping your nose with his as he released your clit to rub your tremor-filled thigh, "That's alright with me, baby -- I'm happy to take the lead."

You weren't just lucky to have a sugar daddy who'd be willing to rock your world and body.

but you were also lucky tomorrow was your day off.

Your giggle came out soft as you nodded, "Good, because I plan on being a pillow princess after this,"

Leon chuckled, both his hands trailing down to your waist as he pressed a deep but brief kiss on your lips.

"That's fine by me, princess."

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon s kennedy #cupid answers #resident evil infinite darkness #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon kennedy thirst hours #sugar daddy leon is back again #all for sugar daddy leon kennedy #sugar daddy leon kennedy

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piedpiperslists · 2 months

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hi!! do you know any tattoo artist/piercer jungkook fics? thank you!!

Hi. Tumblr isn't loading well for me, so I only did a quick search through my lists and might have missed some. I'll try to post an actual list for these fics when I find the time, so I can keep the links updated.

But here are some. I only included those where Jungkook is the tattoo artist/piercer. Let me know if you also mean those with the reader as a tattoo artist.

* s - contains smut sm - social media format

[drabble] by hearts4joon - drabble (s) / piercer!Jungkook, friends au

The Closing Shift by sor-vette - drabble / bakery au, coworkers au Summary: In this small space of three tables, two cake displays, a rug and a counter, you never both strayed far from each other. Caught in the Rain by sor-vette - drabble / ex-coworkers au Summary: The anger in his face rises exponentially with the blush. A Great Steal by sor-vette - drabble / tattoo artist!Jungkook Summary: "I did it two weeks after I met you."

The one where Jungkook gives you a tattoo by eoieopda - drabble / tattoo artist!Jungkook Summary: In which Jungkook thinks ghosts should mind their own damn business.

Tingle by hansolmates - drabble (s) / tattoo artist!Jungkook Summary: Your super hot, super sexy tattoo artist manages to catch you off guard mid-session. At least his touch keeps the pain off your mind.

Inked by taleasnewastime - one shot (s) / wc~5.3k / tattoo artist!Jungkook, PWP Summary: You were just going for a tattoo, or so you thought. Turns out the hot guy you’ve been speaking to for weeks is incredibly turned on by the placement of your tattoo, and, well, you can’t let him have all the fun.

Inked Heart by joon-ipersgirl - one shot / wc~5.9k / tattoo artist!Jungkook, tattoo artist!reader, friends to lovers Summary: At the biggest tattoo convention of the year, Jungkook’s plan to win puts him between a rock and a hard place, does he lie to you and himself when the prize is on the line? It’s go big or go home…

Inkling by gguksgalaxy - one shot (s) / wc~17.7k / tattoo artist!Jungkook Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s boyfriend’s co-worker, they own a tattoo and piercing parlour. In other words, he’s tall, gorgeous, has his passion literally etched into his skin, looks incredibly good in a man-bun, and is semi-unattainable for you. Why? Well…you’re not entirely sure but him ditching right after a very heated make-out session sure isn’t a good sign. His extremely poor mood the next week sure isn’t either, but the only way to fix it is to face the beast head-on. Right?

Just Skin by bangtaninink - one shot / wc~5.4k / tattoo artist!Jungkook, piercer!reader, established relationship Summary: You’re back home and itching to get the final piece of Jungkook etched into your skin.

Lemon Sherbet by extravaguk - one shot (s) / wc~15k / tattoo & piercing artist!Jungkook, ex high school classmates Summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

Mean Girls by taetaesbaebaepsae - one shot (s) / wc~9.1k / tattoo artist!Jungkook, strangers to lovers Summary: Jungkook is usually bored at his job as a tattoo apprentice, but the day you walk in, he finds it a lot more interesting.

Never Let You Go by yeojaa - one shot (s) / wc~7.6k / tattoo artist!Jungkook Summary: You do things without thought, making impulse decisions that’d make Freud proud. Sometimes they pay off, sometimes they don’t. (or: Jeon Jungkook’s just as impulsive as you.)

Still My Baby by aureumjeon - one shot (s) / wc~13.5k / tattoo artist!Jungkook, established relationship Summary: Jeon Jungkook in tight leather pants was perhaps the sexiest thing you’ve ever laid eyes on.

Sweets&Ink by extravaguk - one shot (s) / wc~5k / tattoo artist!Jungkook, baker!reader, strangers to lovers Summary: Jungkook was everything you feared but exactly what you needed to heal your broken heart.

Tattooed Two by httpjeon - one shot (s) / wc~8.5k / ft KTH, boyfriend!Jungkook, tattoo artists!Jungkook, PWP Summary: Your boyfriend’s best friend joins you for a night you’ll never forget.

The Philosophy of Good Luck by kidguk - one shot (s) / wc~7k / tattoo artist!Jungkook, roommates au Summary: “You told me I looked good and that you needed to get a tattoo of my face” is not the explanation you wanted to hear from the tattoo artist that permanently etched the dumbest drunken request of your life onto your skin.

The Boob Tattoo Chronicles [drabble1] [drabble2] [drabble3] [drabble4] by 69dias - drabble series (s) / tattoo artist!Jungkook, established relationship

Risk It by kookiesjoonies - series (s sm) / tattoo artist!Jungkook, salon owner!reader, exes to lovers Summary: A drunken text ends with you wrapped up in the arms of your ex-boyfriend. AKA the man that you dumped two years prior, after he refused to marry you. Suddenly, all of the feelings that you’d seemingly had buried come rushing back up to the surface, and you’re not sure how long you can ignore them.

#fics ask #fic rec

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vs120shound · 1 year

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SIMONE LINSELL WITH MISTY 120s

She has appeared before a few times on vs120shound and rocked it with her beauty, sexiness and fine smoking. Here, Simone Linsell, from ElegantSmoking.com (U.K.) shows how its done with Misty 120s Blue (regular, not menthol). She is up to par in this clip. Added in late-December 2022. From YouTube, the "Artoo Tienamiddel" webpage. There are rumors of her demise on the Internet; I won't weigh in. She was a mainstream model before working with web-producer James. She is a threat for inclusion on my up-against-the-promised-deadline Top-25 all-time list of favorite SF models, with which I am still tinkering (Honorable Mention and format by which to present). Appreciate you patience on this. Hope you enjoy. If you don't, can I ask (rhetorically) are you a fan of SF?

#SF #Hot women who love smoking cigarettes #Smoking #Misty 120s Blue

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dragoncookies · 2 months

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Guts lyrics that are Fitz codes

(I actually don’t know how properly format this lmao)

sometimes I think if Fitz would be a great rock/pop-rock singer

he just would. Anyways.

”forgive, and I forget, I know my age and I act like it/got what you can’t resist, I’m a perfect all American bitch!”

“my undying love, now I hold it like a grudge/and I hear your voice every time that I think im not enough”

“the arguments that I have won against you in my head/in the shower, in the car and in the mirror before bed/ yeah, I’m so tough when I’m alone, and I make you feel so guilty/ and I fantasize about a time you’re a little fuckin’ sorry”

“I know in my heart, hurt people hurt people/ I know we both drew blood, but man those cuts were never equal”

“now it don’t mean a thing/loves fuckin’ embarrassing/ just watch as I crucify myself”

“I bought i all the products they told me to buy/ to chase some dumb ideal my whole fuckin’ life, and/ none of it matters and none of it ends/ you just feel like shit over and over again”

“they all say that it gets better, it gets better the more you grow/ yeah, they all say that it gets better, it gets better, but what if I don’t?”

“I fear that they already got all the best parts of me/ I’m sorry that I couldn’t always be your teenage dream”

“every night I wake up, same recurring dream/driving through the city, the break go out on me/can’t stop at the read light, can’t swerve off the road/read somewhere it’s cause my life feels so out of control”

“every good thing is turning to something I dread/I’m playing the victim so well in my head”

“I make light of darkness, I’ve got sun in my motherfuckin’ pockets/best believe, yeah you know me”

“all the time, I’m grateful all the time/I’m sexy and I’m kind, I’m pretty when I cry”

“the sky is green, the grass is red/ and you mean all those words you said/ I’m sure that girl is really your friend, and problems are all solvable/ I guess love is never logical”

“lacy, oh Lacy/ it’s like you’re out to get me, you poison every little thing that I do/ Lacy, oh Lacy/ I just loathe you lately, and I despise my jealous eyes/ and how hard they fell for you/ yeah I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you”

“I wanna get him back/ I wanna make him really jealous wanna make him feel bad/ oh, I wanna get him back/ cause then again I really miss him and it makes me real sad, oh”

#fitz vacker #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc fitz #kotlc headcanon

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larrylimericks · 2 years

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27Sep22

Lou on Sang was one hell of a ride: Loves Zayn’s vocals, Li hate was denied; Weed’s good, ass tat’s bad; mesonfreddiemelad; Said he didn’t leak Home (but he lied).

Breaking the poetry wall to ramble about this interview (which was just too much for a few dozen syllables, but I tried). I like and respect Zach Sang as an interviewer. He listens to his subject, and while he has his questions and prompts prepared, he lets the conversation flow organically. And he doesn’t talk over people like fucking Zane Lowe. Louis thrives in those free-flowing, long-format discussions about music and creative process. I could listen to him endlessly. Which is why the forced babygate stuff stands out so sharply. The interview went hard on it. And here’s what I found especially sus:

Zach brings up seeing Louis perform in L.A. and is in the middle of waxing poetic about how Louis commands the room, when Louis very inorganically derails him specifically to bring up the kid (and goes all oBViOuSLy big-eyed). Stoner-brain Louis sure was quick with the knowledge that it was the Saturday night show where Zach and the kid would have overlapped. (I highly doubt Louis would be able to recall the day of the week for any other show on tour. He was prepared to get that in.) He goes on to mention very specific things to prove he knows dad details (like the kid’s bedtime). And he plays up the hero image thing again, which he did with the surfboard Christmas gift story, so now it’s a narrative. He goes into unnecessary detail to over-explain things (we locked eyes, which we could do because the venue is big but not too big ... ).

But what I can’t synthesize is that he says it’s the first time “me son’s gonna see me perform” (I get that he means live, but he makes it sound like the kid has no concept of what he does. His grandparents aren’t showing him videos? They didn’t let him watch the London livestream? For which his dad set a Guinness record? They didn’t crack him up with 800 plays of the fookin’-chicken-nugget clip?) and then that having seen a show, the kid now understands what he does (and that not everyone’s dad does what he does) ... But then he goes on to talk about how, like with his little sisters, his rock star life has always been normal to the kid. And those seem like contradictory statements.

And the very specific mention of taking the kid to the park with Oli, and then an unseen of that very occurrence turning up the same day the interview publishes?? It’s never not weird. I have no idea why they’re going so hard, or how they’ll ever end this mess, but it’s apparent that Louis will take the route of “He’ll always be a son to me.” And no mention whatsoever of megirlfriendeleanor. The ass-tat discussion sure would have been a convenient place for that, with all the talk of who sees it and “it’s not sexy” and “someone’s gonna love you for you.” ... Louis’ discussion of it was that of a man unattached. (Has anyone heard Chicago yet? Does he reference it in that song, or summat? Was this ass-tat knowledge seeding? Or was it just because Zach combed fan tweets and it’s a point of curiosity? It was an hour-long interview and I’m left with more questions than answers.)

Anyway ... back to five lines.

#larry #louis #louis tomlinson #stunts #babygate #zach sang #louis definitely lurks on stan twitter or other socials #lilo #zouis #louis' ass tattoo #i don't even know what to put in the tags #it's never not weird #the husbands are promoting too many things simultaneously and it's exhausting #limerick-lt #september 27 #2022

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miseria-fortes-viros · 8 months

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(brings microphone to your face) tell us abt ur au!!!! whatever you're willing to share, i love hearing abt wips.

OOHOOHOO OK!! so i have talked abt this before but i don’t think i have a tag for it however im going to go back thru and tag ALL of it bc well. i like all of my things in one place. ANYWAY. i’m going to put this under a cut bc it will be LONG because i cannot help myself ever. so, i present: trc rival bands au!

this is the pinterest board i’ve made for the au that i cannot stop adding to. i’m refraining from sharing my spotify playlists because uh. those are a major part of the story and i don’t want to take that away from it 😭 BUT trust me they are SO good. im obsessed.

anyway. rival bands au LETS GO!!

gansey, ronan, henry, and noah make up the (pop punk?/alt rock?) band Kings of Henrietta.

ronan plays lead guitar. he’s the son of legendary irish rockstar niall lynch and also ex lead guitarist of the boyband the lynch brothers. he plays a seven-string ibanez xiphos in black flat (VERY sexy guitar VERY difficult). its name is chainsaw. he has perfect pitch. he’s also very, very irish

gansey’s lead vocals and rhythm guitar. he grew up hollywood royalty but was never really interested in acting, just did it because it was expected of him. his exodus from the film industry in order to be in a band was originally widely considered a long shot but now. well. one of the most famous bands in the world and all that. he plays an obnoxiously orange gretsch jet that fans have dubbed “the pig”.

henry’s bass and backup vocals. he’s the heir to two tech fortunes but ran off to be a musician and was a solo artist for a few years before the formation of KOH (think yungblud). he has a classic rocker haircut, he’s openly queer, he’s a weirdgirl fashion icon. he plays a custom made electric blue fender precision with lightning detailing. he calls it “madonna” but this name has yet to catch on

noah plays drums (and also provides vocals on occasion if the occasion is screaming). his parents are music producers, his sister adele is also in the industry. he breaks at least one drum stick per show and tosses it into the pit. hardcore fans can and will fight for it.

they are SO fucking famous. like taylor swift 95m monthly spotify listeners famous. like people recognize ronan just from his hair like eminem famous. about to leave on one of the longest world tours ever famous. it is INSANE how famous they are.

they all met at aglionby and often played together but didn’t form a band until after niall lynch’s murder and the disbanding of the lynch brothers. there’s a few years gap between graduating aglionby and the formation of KOH

some circles still believe ronan killed his own father however they are very few and far between. WHATEVER

blue grew up in a house full of musicians. she can play pretty much anything under the sun but prefers drums and guitar. she went to juilliard on scholarship, which is where she met adam

adam did not grow up playing music with his family. he grew up learning it in secret. he cannot play everything however he is a VERY quick learner out of sheer willpower. he graduated high school as valedictorian and immediately got the fuck out of there to go to juilliard (also on scholarship). he and blue were inseparable almost immediately

they moved in together after graduation and blue took him home to henrietta when the rent started to get a little too high. they officially formed their band page of wands in blue’s room at 300 fox way

“page of wands” merges both of their symbolic tarot cards together (page of cups + magician). did i mention blue was raised pagan? she was. as to be expected. anyways.

virtually unknown indie rock band page of wands posts a cover of a KOH song. they do not expect KOH to see it. they also do not expect KOH to return the favor in front of tens of thousands of people. KOH does it anyways. because gansey is ENAMORED. he is SO FAR GONE.

blue hates this. she hates it so much. unfortunately POW’s sudden success is now irreversibly tied to KOH and there’s nothing she can do about it. or is there

their record labels agree to a rivalry. success! this is what she wanted

except it’s not. but she doesn’t know why

cue enemies to lovers. and long distance pining. mutual destruction. the entire music industry watching this all unfold. bluesey. pynch. way too many spotify links. you get the picture

guys i literally CANNOT stop thinking about this i don’t know what to do. what do i do. i am so lost. please help me

#the raven cycle #helenaposting #asks #trium #trc band au #barbi.trc #barbi.wip

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