#I'm just a pent-up artist with my own mind

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10[ish] BL Boys People I Want Carnally

Tagged by @bengiyo who knows I am bad at short lists but also went over 10 on his own list, so everyone should just...not count as you scroll lol. Also warning that in the spirit of this tag game I am probably thirstier here than I've ever been on this site so if that isn't your jam, just scroll along!

BL characters who I absolutely Would, if given a chance (no homewrecking, we're playing by the rules of no-strings-no-relationship-just-getting-wrecked).

Mawin (Ingredients the Series)

Is it cheating to choose a character who basically is Jeff Satur? Maybe. But he's a musician with strong hands and emo hair and I am weak.

Dr. Jedi (Oxygen the Series)

I know we all blocked the doctor subplot from our minds. But this man was quiet, caring, and thirsting for years, he's got some pent-up aggression to get out and I volunteer as tribute. Also he's both extremely competent and a sad boi, two qualities I find very attractive. And that spiky hair is begging to be pulled.

Choi Yu Na (Semantic Error)

While the boys were running around being their messy selves, Yu Na was being a calm, competent, bisexual queen. The embodiment of "do I want to do her or be her", but in this case the answer is definitely both. Guh. I legitimately can't sentence when she's on the screen.

Gumpa (Not Me the series)

This show is of course filled with attractive men. But only one of them has built a found family and resistance group in his garage and was the only one who knew White wasn't Black, and look we've already established that competence is a kink of mine.

Namo (Not Me the series)

Ok but also Namo was smart enough to Not Get Involved, and she was artistic, and also gave off a kind of sad boi energy, and goddd her style in this. She wouldn't even need to do anything except let me worship her, I would do all the work.

Naruse Ryu (Ossan's Love: In the Sky)

Controversial but NGL one of the troubles I had with this AU S2 was that Naruse was so attractive I just wanted him to get laid and be happy. He's a competent, beautiful, confident, slightly bratty sad boi who isn't afraid to put you where he wants you; we could have fun.

YoonWon (The Eighth Sense)

This woman holds together the whole swim club, casually drinks everyone under the table, and gets her man, all while taking absolutely nothing seriously for most of the show. She can get me first.

Tua Phee (Dear Doctor, I'm Coming For Soul)

Tall, brooding, competent, caring, sad boi....clearly I have a type. Plus, he literally disappears, guaranteeing no complications.

In (180 Degrees Longitude)

OK YES I SEE A THEME [Note: Wang could also get it but I don't know if I could match his energy. In, on the other hand, this man looks like he jackhammers until you're done and then stares at a wall].

Yamato Kumai (Restart Tadaima no Ato De)

Please, no wonder Mitsuomi saw him and immediately latched on like a limpet. He's just the right amount of listless that he'd be down for whatever, but not enough that he wouldn't get into it.

Maya (Laws of Attraction)

The choice between Rose and Maya was EXCRUCIATING but while both could step on me, Maya would also let me step on them and I am nothing if not verse. Also the tattoos! And again do I need to repeat: Musicians have strong fingers.

Sunny (Our Dating Sim)

Extremely queer-coded, quiet, competent, tall, sad boi energy, would definitely tell me what she wants and expect that I meet her standards.

Kim (Diary of Tootsies)

NGL I love Natty in this show but she got elbowed out of the way by this man. We know from the show he has game, and we've already established I'm here for verse behaviour. Let's all ignore that he also has floppy hair.

Jay (Discipline Z: Vampire)

This was a close call with Ji Han (tall, floppy dark hair, sad boi, competent, we all know the drill by now) but in my heart of hearts honesty, when I think of Jay in her giant boots and her hacking skills I drool a little.

Daisy (Secret Crush on You)

I admit I don't usually prefer the 'innocence ready to be moulded' as a thing, but Daisy walks that confident/lack of confidence line so well that I think once they were comfortable we'd have fun and they could use me for practice all they want. [This is one in particular where I would 100% be down for a threesome. These two would not let you feel like a third wheel!]

Nawin (Laws of Attraction)

This is the man who defies all my rules and in breaking them is extremely hot. He's unhinged. He's massively entitled. He's baby. He's exactly the type to get obsessed after a one night stand. He's not particularly effective. AND YET. When he runs on screen covered in blood, wearing bloody knuckles, with a massive dorky grin on his face? Everything in me said IN ME (at least he has floppy hair, I am still predictable in one way).

ALRIGHT I'M STOPPING THERE.

tagging @wen-kexing-apologist @sorry-bonebag; @sparklyeyedhimbo; @respectthepetty; @isaksbestpillow; @slayerkitty; @wanderlust-in-my-soul

[plaindangan]

An other over the top ask, because you know me I love those.

Angie sets up a nice chill pottery art class! And the cutest subby boys like makoto chihiro and Shuichi shows up! Great!… however Miu shows up too (can be replaced by junko or I guess a ultra thicc celeste if you really are in a mood, her Kaede and miu are my go to girls for tease so it may be a bit repetitive) and they clearly aren’t here for the art, but to boost their ego by teasing those 3 affordmention cuties to the death! Not only does she show up in a ultra revealing barely legal outfit that shows her massively plump and sexy body, but she went all in on accessories and makes sure her killer look is on point~ making loud dirty jokes, moaning as they shape massive dicks in clay, constantly making sure her fat massive tits are in the way and jiggling. counting how many times she can have any of the boy ruin their stuff by being unable to focus or cumming their pants.

All the while Angie’s frustration builds up as she keep a smile, her anger (and own horniness) builds up beyond any form of comprehensive word as she decides to gently ask miu to follow her to the storage room nearby leaving the boys time to maybe focus.

Once isolated (and after the usual miu taunt and teasing on how she don’t give a f about what the small and flat Angie as to say and instead take selfies which tripples Angie frustration) the white hair artiste decides to use 0.0001% of her true powers (optional : massive growth of Angie’s size, muscle mass, thiccness mass, curves) and reveal the biggest most dangerous looking by FAR Polynesian (probably deity but shhh) FUTACOCK miu ever saw by FAR. What comes next is an utter DESTRUCTION of miu’s mind and body in submission with angie’s extremely pent up and agressive mind breaking body breaking sex, reshaping all her holes, smothering miu’s head and brain flat with that massive artiste ass as the futa use her as a sit for a wonderfull titjob, coating both outside and inside with cum until miu’s whole life is reshaped to be the horniest Atua nun ever~

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

For once, all Angie wanted to do was have a nice sculpture class. Invite some cute boys over. Share what she's knows. Just an actual chill time...

But then Miu had to drop and she knew from the get-go her plans were ruined. Wearing a pink, slutty looking lacey bra and jean shorts that went even past her thicc butt cheeks, added together with hoop earrings and copius amount of make-up, Miu showed up not to actually learn how to make something - but flaunt her looks and make the session nigh impossible to actually learn something.

Throughout the class Angie had to bear with Miu's crass tone 'and disrespectful attitude (especially when Miu entered by literally knocking Angie back with her thicc hips), wasting her clay by making terrible looking cocks and as for the guys? Well, with how Miu was pressing against their backs, fondling them through their pants, directly whispering in their ear sweet nothings - it wasn't before long when the room began to smell like spunk as they gradually creamed themselves or move to a secluded spot to 'sculpt' a particularly sensitive area of themselves...

Her class was ruined. The one time she just wanted to teach a normal class was gone. And her patience? Well, it was worn thin...as well as her tolerance for such a lewd figure in her presence. When she got the chance, Angie dragged Miu by the ear into the storage room and locked the door.

"You have made m-Atua, very, very, very displeased Miu! As such, I must take it to disciplining y-!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up Flatgie!! Can't you see I'm trying to take a good pic in this dump~" Miu dismissed her, angling her phone to take as many shots as she could with her breasts just barely keeping in her bra or her own jiggly ass. Her last mistake~

"...Very well. An on-hands form of teaching is required~" For a brief moment, a flash of light engulfed the room, blinding Miu for a bit. But when her vision returned?

Well, what could greet her but a vastly different Angie. Standing at eight feet tall was a painter. Her body was not only quite muscular, complete with an eight-pack of steel, she was also pretty curvy and voluptuous, with wide breedable hips, a bust that outdid Miu's twice over, plump, mischievious lips...

Oh, that's right! A 12-inch, dangerous looking, pre-cum dripping, musky, incredibly girthy, pulsing, tempting, delicious looking, bratbreaking, gigacock with a set of heavy, spunk-filled, balls that were just eager to dive into the biggest, naughtiest, crudest slut to service it with all their soul...and Miu hit all the right boxes~

She had dropped her phone and was looking at Angie in awe...and her dick in lust~ "M-mommy..." she whispered and Angie couldn't help but giggle at how quickly Miu became submissive! Stroking the blonde's chin, her grin turned very devious.

"Yes, Mommy, that's right! And do you know what Mommy has to do now...punish her naughty little whore~ For Atua's sake~" Before Miu knew it, Angie gave her a long, passionate kiss on the lips. All while her hands ripped off the inventor's bra, shorts, really anything that prevented her nude body from being present.

She wouldn't need them for a while anyway~

* * *

"A-A-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!!! O-OH GOD!!!! I-IT'S SO BIIIIIIIG~ C-CAAAN FEEEL IT INSIIIDE MEEEEE~ H-HAAARDEEEER!! MOMMMYYYY HAAAAAAAAAARDEEEEER!!!!!" Miu, begged, letting out an unholy moan towards her, seemingly, more than holy dom. Lips slick back white from the cum she was guzzling down like it was nectar. Body dripping with filthy spunk and and sweat from just how vigorous her 'discipline' was. Eyes watering, legs barely able to hold together, a smile and glazed over gaze that was begging to get more 'punishment' from her new Mistress. One could easily see she was broken in.

It was a fairly simple process for Angie. Miu, as much of a sex braggart as she was, was also one of the most natural subs she'd ever seen in her life. It wasn't long before was on her knees, sucking the cream out of Angie's shaft and licking her tip like no tomorrow...and quickly enjoying herself as Angie proceeded to take the reins and just facefuck her to quickly put a damper on any clear thought Miu miiiight have still had in her~

Once she shot down a heavy load down the inventor's throat, Angie didn't let up and quickly pinned Miu down to enjoy soft titfucking from Miu's own milky boobs - and spraying the inventor more with cream that would get in her face and hair.

But Angie wasn't done yet. She couldn't be done yet after all~ No, it wouldn't be 'discipline' if she didn't put some good ol' respect for her peers into Miu now would it? And if that 'respect' required bending Miu against a nearby bench, shoving her giga futadick into her and then giving her the roughest, most mind numbingly great raw fuck of her life? Weeeeelll - that just how it has to be~

By next week's time, there would be a new 'nun' to attend Angie's services to Atua and insist with her new class for now on~ One whose appearance helped bring in loads of new, interested, people into her workshop...

And who would become a surprisingly eager 'vessel' for getting rid of 'sin' for those seeking a release and a better way of life that Ang-! Atua! That...'Atua', could give them~

[rainytomorrows]

Raphael x Reader | You free?

EXTREMELY quick one shot because I just got off work and I don't have any willpower but I need to write something cheesy. I'm so nauseous and I can't feel my brain. Lets go brother __________________________

He wasn't familiar with this feeling. It tore him open, you seemed to just dig and dig at him.

The two of you were hanging out but, he couldn't bring himself to pay attention. He could see that you were getting annoyed, but, you had a way of being patient with him. Just another vegetable in the pot.

It was some random ass Tuesday. You'd gotten off work, battered and tired from the day. As you often did, to wind down, you texted Raph. "You free?" was all you needed to send before he was already on his way to your place. Jumping across rooftops, the thought of your smile permeates his mind and the very air around him. It was a deep fog, he couldn't see through it.

Before he knows it he's in your room, sitting against the edge of your bed. You're on the floor, your music playing somewhere far off. He commits it to memory, surely later he'd give some lame re-enactment of the song to Mikey and Donnie in hopes one of them knew it. Maybe he'd be able to collect all of the artists you liked, without having to tell you. He'd have some dumb, stupid voice stopping him from simply asking you. He wanted to know everything, he wanted to be able to read you. But, what was he? What real right did he have to be the one who knew you best? It was dumb and stupid, but it was you. Whatever sense he had left never made it past the thought of you. You lay on the floor, ranting about whatever happened at work.

Every time you brushed against him, it almost burned. The way you looked at him could stop him at any moment. He could swear there was nothing he wanted more than to be sure you were happy.

A silence hung in the air again, he missed another question you'd asked.

"Raph, is everything ok?" he can't help but feel the concern in your voice carries a sort of annoyance. He knows it doesn't, but it creeps into his ears. He looks up, finally making eye contact with you.

"Yeah, I'm alright," "No you aren't." you deadpan, interrupting him before he can finish. It churned in his stomach, there was a mix of emotions on your face. A little bit teasing him, a little seemed genuinely concerned. You scoot to where he is on the floor, leaning against the bed beside him. You never bothered to turn the lights on, by now all that lit you up was the light of the moon. Nothing compared to the sight of you next to him, he'd see how the backlight of the moon illuminates you. Your eyes just seem to glow more.

"Y/N," He struggles against his own words, they don't want to come out. He strangles them out of himself, wrestling with his own tongue. Your eyes are trained on him, with all the stupid attention you normally give him.

"I like you" It comes up choked, like bad food coming back up. You hug him, and excuses flow out of his mouth until you cover it with your hand. "I'm not mad, come on, calm down a little" you coo, your voice as gentle as the patter of rain. It always fucking was, wasn't it? He wasn't mad at you, he wasn't sure if it was just something in his nature, he loved you so much the energy pent up. He was used to punching everything out of his system, he couldn't punch this. Not if he tried. It wrung him out and battered him, he had no way to deal with it.

Eventually, the night turns out, and everything is fine.

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That's all from me tonigt. HAve a good day/night, and a great life!

[bookishfeylin]

Hi. First of all, I wanted to apologize for my rant. I was not angry at your or anyone, but the just the constant whitewashing that's been happening recently in the fandom, like a recent whitewashed art of Yrene. Anyway, my anger was directed towards artists in the SJM fandom who for some reason choose to make male characters brown but when it comes to female characters they whitewash them. I'm brown btw and I read so many diverse books from diverse authors with POC as the lead like The City of Brass for example and that series still gets whitewashed btw and it's all just so frustrating. The author will explicitly describe a character with brown skin and she will still be drawn paler. The golden tan characters in SJM's books like Bryce for instance is constantly drawn paler and it's just like why?? I don't understand it. Also, my anger and rant was not directed toward you I just needed to vent I guess. I honestly really apologize for that lengthy rant, i didn't mean for it to be hurtful or anything.

Like The City of Brass is one of my favorite series, the way the main character is described is exactly how I look like. Brown skin, curly black hair, but the countless whitewashed art I've seen of her is really triggering. They make her paler, give her straight silky hair instead of curly. It frustrates me to no end. I've had this pent up for a while and I wanted to rant (not at you though) at the whole whitewashing thing. I promise I won't flood your inbox again, I know it was uncalled for. I think your blog is great and really enlightening so I apologize.

Thank you for clarifying. I don't mind long asks or anything, I just assumed you were angry at me, so I'm sorry if I came off as rude or curt. You are welcome to flood my inbox 💜 And I appreciate that you took the time to further explain how you feel, and that the root issue isn't Bryce/SJM, but is the fandom's depiction of darker skinned characters, exemplified in how Bryce is depicted.

It's good that you read many diverse books by diverse authors, but you're right--if fandom doesn't step up to properly support these authors and do justice to the characters, then the impact those diverse series have is minimal.

Whitewashing is a huge problem, and for that artists are 100% responsible for choosing to ignore canon and for choosing to depict characters of color as Eurocentric as possible. Skin bleaching to lighten our skin and relaxers to straighten our hair and colored contacts to give us light eyes and nose jobs to give us European noses--these all exist, and are popular, because society and the media constantly tell us that only whiteness is beautiful. That only whiteness is valuable. That only whiteness is human. So people who stray farther from whiteness are dehumanized, and are treated worse by society.

And that's why representation and why diverse works are so important, because they challenge that idea. Representation allows for people of color to be seen as beautiful, and valuable, and human, when we historically haven't been seen as such. It shows that we deserve to lead our own stories, and that we deserve escapism too, because we're human and we deserve breaks from the real world like everyone else. So when diverse characters are whitewashed, it's like a slap in the face. These characters are meant to challenge Eurocentricity, and whitewashing them simply adheres to it. Your feelings are perfectly valid, and it hurts whenever a character is whitewashed because it's simply perpetuating the message that's been shoved down our throat since we were children--that only whiteness is beautiful, that only whiteness is valuable, that only whiteness is human, and therefore, characters can't look too non-white, much less be non-white.

I do have a lot more thoughts on whitewashing and how it differs from racebending in response to some discourse™ in the Little Mermaid tag, and I do want to make a longer post about it, but I will leave you with this:

a) Your feelings are very valid. Whitewashing diverse characters perpetuates Eurocentricity, and fandom has a racism problem.

b) Representation matters. Now and forever.

[sunshinemoonrx]

Space RPG: Characters

Following on my previous post here--

Here's a post on the four main characters for this game and associated stories, some OCs that have been bouncing around in my head for a while. I'll start with the two mentioned in the previous post, who are going to be the party members for this first iteration, and then talk about the two who are going to be side characters/antagonists for this, but in theory graduate to party members in future instalments.

You can see the piece I've commissioned from an actual professional artist in the last post, so this one is just gonna be my quick little design sketches (alongside some images of their visual inspirations), and I'm not an artist, so y'know, these are just the images I supply to artists for reference, some of them doodled at work in whatever notebook I had to hand.

Lyra

An exciteable and overconfident space archaeologist who nevertheless exaggerates those aspects of herself to hide how observant she can be. Usually drives the plot as she flies around the universe to study one mysterious site or artefact after another. Mechanically, she's the primary character; you only game over if she goes down, but she can't take damage if she has another character to block for her, and she's the only one with access to the items menu, using those and her abilities to buff, back up and direct around our next character--

2. Vega

Lyra's bodyguard, rough and gruff and definitely doesn't care about you and has never felt an emotion in her life, shut up. She was originally hired as a mechanic, and Lyra quickly put her to work building a Metal Hero style power-suit she'd designed, that Vega now wears to fight (I still need to design this fucking thing). Also yeah there's a couple of those images up there where she's a catgirl, that's just an occasional side effect of her space HRT, try not to mention it, it really ruins her stoic image.

3. Cass (Cassiopeia)

As you can see, I got the basic design down instantly and then spent a million years fussing over what shape her hair and head should be. Anyway, the concept for Cass started as "I'm gay and I want a bunnygirl in my space game", but I started relating really hard to the clumsy, inept goofball who alternates between happy-go-lucky and "my job is so boring, uuugh" that emerged. She's a deliberately cartoony character, so things like her frighteningly-inhuman strength and the way her bunny-ears headband emotes with her will never be explained.

Cass is a minor crew-member helping pilot the great royal flagship Andromeda, though she's honestly pretty unclear on who the person in charge is and doesn't much care. Someone who definitely can't say the same is--

4. (Sir) Helen

Helen, by contrast, is one of the most important people on the Andromeda, a knight tasked with protecting the princess who owns the ship. I still have yet to really figure out the princess--other than she has a pretty specific personal grudge that leads to her following the two protagonists around the universe annoying and competing with them, dragging these other characters into the plot--but Helen is fervently devoted to her, willing to go to any lengths for her safety and happiness. For now she doesn't act on her feelings, preferring the ideal of chivalric courtly love, but that results in her being pretty pent-up.

(Also, I might change her name at some point, it's not quite set.)

As mentioned, these latter two will become party members at some point, but for the first game Cass will be more of a side character, and Helen an occasionally-recurring boss. So I think I'll save talking about their planned mechanics for when I get into the game systems they interact with. (And yeah, I do have characters that are other things in mind, but it is a very girl-heavy cast because uhhhhh that's what I wanna write.)

I have started to make a build of the game, so here's the placeholder sprites I'm using for them for the moment, for completeness' sake-

In most cases these are reinterpretations of the designs according to what RPGMMV's generator can do to communicate their basic essence (Vega's hair in particular is nothing like that), with the exception of Helen, whose design I was pretty vague on until I clicked the mask accessory and it all clicked into place.

That's it for this post! I don't know how often I'll do these, but it's good for making me actually make progress. Probably the next one I'll do will be on the physical 'outline' of the game in terms of its size and the maps I've made.

[ryosmne]

Tattoo artist! Sukuna x reader AU headcannons

This has been on my mind so much that I need to share it here are a few AU headcannons for series? I'm working on . I can't get Sukuna with a tattoo machine out of my head for the life of me. This contains mostly the figures that work in "Domain" so it's not just Sukuna but also the people that surround him. I need to share my passion for this man so here you go. My headcannon format might be off I just needed to get this of my chest cause I can't simp on my own.

You can read all of the parts in the series masterlist.

Warnings: Slight language, a bit of suggestive tones with 'other forms of payment' but other than that pretty clean.

- Sukuna opened up "Domain" fresh out of college with money he saved up tattooing friends, acquaintances or random people at house parties.

- Back then he didn't really care what he was drawing on people as long as he got payed, but now that he's got a good name out there he won't do something he doesn't like.

- His art, his shop, his career, his rules.

- Never takes first timers, too squirmy and picky for his liking.

- " Every line has to represent a dead relative or something, fuck that, I don't have to deal with it anymore, Megumi can" he would also laugh at the other man's misery.

- That being said, Sukuna does take y/n as his client, despite her being a first timer he likes her idea even though he gives her shit for it.

- He would also wish he had more clients like her, confident in what they want not easily intimidated by his opinions.

- It's safe to say y/n captures Sukuna's attention effortlessly just because she won't take his bullshit.

- So he takes the both walk in and first timer, who knows it might take them both somewhere.

- His schedule is packed, he is booked usually months ahead and all he has time for during work hours is an hour lunch break if he's lucky and one of his clients isn't late.

- So he rarely gets to eat on the clock because someone always runs late.

- Fuck those people, only thing that keeps Sukuna from making them regret the day they booked him is the reputation he has as an artist but that doesn't mean he hasn't thrown people out for annoying him.

- It doesn't happen often, that one dude who rubs him the wrong way takes all the pent up anger he keeps from people annoying him, mostly potential clients that he denies.

- Sukuna excels in black and gray, it's his favourite and only style he does since he opened "Domain" up, maybe if a client has a good enough idea he will double into Japanese but it's hard to get him to do something else.

- Basically he is very picky about the work he puts on people even if it's in his "style" he denies a number of requests. As he says "if it's a shitty idea or a pussy ass tattoo you're getting thrown out"

- Shitty idea to him is anything that doesn't interest him enough to make a mental picture of, if he can't envision it he won't tattoo it. A client might be lucky to get pointed to another artist either from "Domain" or from an entirely different shop, and not get chewed out too hard.

- Pussy ass tattoos for Sukuna are watercolour. Sukuna fucking hates watercolour tattoos with passion. According to him "they look stupid, it's people who can't draw that do watercolour so they just splash clients with random rainbow shades and some equally crappy design in the middle. Not to mention it will look like piss in two years".

- Just don't debate him on that and God forbid someone asks him to do watercolour. They're not only getting thrown out but Sukuna insults them with words equally colorful as the tattoo they wanted.

- Sukuna also hates those dainty single needle tattoos, you know those really aesthetic geometric thin lines or thin dots done extremely lightly. He does black but hates those almost as much as watercolour maybe even more."Why does it even matter that they're cute y/n they will also look like shit in a year, they fade so fast because the ink hasn't been punched deep enough or enough at all and there are always blow outs. God the amount of cover ups I do on those. They should be banned".

- Will through out anyone who also dares to ask something like that of him because whoever does them just wastes their talent to please stupid clients who don't know shit.

- All in all very snobby with his art.

- Has the talent to back it up. Some of the best designs you'll ever see, no wonder he is always booked ahead.

- But he really cares about his clients even though he won't admit it and will just say that they are his walking advertisements, he loves seeing his art take life on someone's skin.

- Best inks, expensive machines and high quality work.

- Will never rush a tattoo, art takes time. If someone wants a sleeve in a day he will give them a piece of his mind.

- overall workaholic, in love with his art, loves brakes but won't take one even if he's burned out and his hands are aching. That changes when y/n comes in the picture.

- Will drop that late bastard to have lunch with her, his reputation can take it, it's way too good anyways.

- Catch him tattooing shirtless. He always tattoos shirtless. He's a big guy that hates being warm and he puts his all in his art. Ok maybe he is a bit in love with himself and women pay him more because of his visible tattooed and toned biceps and abbs but still it's way more comfortable for him.

- Usually rocks gray or black sweat pants (likes being comfy) hands in pockets and the man is ripped so no shirt it is.

- He will occasionally wear jeans and his thighs are just a sight of their own, I don't need to say more.

- The man is like 1,95 m tall (I don't use inches I think it's around 6'5 but don't quote me on that) His usual 'fuck everyone' facial expression and mentality doesn't help with him looking friendly or approachable.

- Has a few piercings he did himself as he got his piercing license which he doesn't use because no one has ever asked for a piercing - even though the shop has a piercing booth-. His ears are pierced and he keeps small gauges in as well as his septum and his labret (center of lower lip, bet you already knew that, moving on).

- Sukuna keeps his nails sharp and black, preferably matte nail polish over shinny. He hates when they rip his gloves and he has to cut them. He filles them down as little as he can keeping the shape and tries the gloves on to see if they'll rip.

- Once in a while he'll wear black eyeliner to match the tattoos on his face.

- Doesn't take other forms of payment unlike his colleagues (mostly Gojo). Sukuna loves money, he certainly doesn't work for some bad sex, he can get that elsewhere.

- Doesn't really have time for girls, maybe a hook up every once in a while, the man just works his ass of. On top of that one really catches his interest, well not until y/n comes along.

- Sukuna's love language is insults and sarcasm.

- Somewhere in that egotistic man is a softie and y/n will catch other sides of him.

- "Domain" is home to other artists too.

- Nanami, who doesn't really tattoo all too much, only good friends, works the reception and he's managing the place because let's face it, it would've gone to shit with those ass hats.

- Long time Family friend of Sukuna's, has stuck with him through thick and thin.

- He's the one who got Sukuna into tattooing, and did a number of his tattoos.

- Nanami is the mom of "Domain"

- Reminds everyone to eat and if they forget Nanami has already ordered food for them.

- Knows everyone's go to orders both coffee and food.

- Sukuna doesn't even know how many appointments he has in a day, he's way too forgetful of who is coming and what they're getting. Nanami is always the one to remind him either who's next or that it's time to eat.

- Looks intimidating, maybe a bit out of place, he is suited up with a tie and a Rolex.

- If his sleeves weren't rolled up to expose the intricate designs on his skin you would've swore you walked to a weird ass office or something.

- Nanami is kinda awkward too, a man of a few words and a soft monotone voice to accompany him.

- Can be very scary, his resting expression can give someone chills.

- Cares way too much about the rest of the staff.

- Stressed 24/7, running on caffeine that only brings him more anxiety

- Gojo isn't helping much either, whenever he is chipping about something obnoxiously Nanami dies inside. He loves his cheerfulness but sometimes he's too much to handle.

- Speaking of Gojo, he is a tattoo artist in "Domain"

- Gojo and Sukuna met through Geto in college.

- When Gojo got an offer, -well more of a request- to work at his friends new tattoo shop Sukuna was very ready for him to turn it down, to his surprise, he quit his job at an already well known place and run to his friends side.

- Does new school, but good lord his designs are weird af to say the least, still intriguing somehow.

- Gojo is a ray of sunshine, always cheerful and happy blabbering about anything and everything.

- Can be quite pushy with clients, always wanting them to get the newest idea of whatever popped into that head of his.

- Random person walks in: queue Gojo putting an arm around their shoulder trying to persuade them to get the body of a duck with the face of an axolotl.

- "I don't know y/n.. you would look much better in something more unique" he's got his usual condescending tone as he opens a sketch book to show the poor girl a rooster like creature with a tentacle coming out of its mouth and wrapping around its body. "Gojo I think I'll stick with my idea if you don't mind, looks really nice though but I think it wouldn't suit me" she politely turned him down " I never took you for the boring type y/n"

- At this point Sukuna did throw something at him or hit him with a stack of papers on the head.

- Nanami on the other hand is rubbing his temples and he already popped a painkiller in his mouth for the headache that's about to come from all the yelling.

- " Gojo you albino ass, I've told you time and time again to stop fucking the clients, I'm not lending you money you're lucky I haven't fired you yet" that's an argument Sukuna had with him every week. Gojo 'forgets' to get money for his work and asks Sukuna for some cash.

- Geto always gets between those fights (and lends Gojo money, Sukuna would kill him if he knew), if Nanami is the mom of the shop, Geto is the dad of the place and helps keep the balance.

- Geto and Sukuna met in college and became good friends so when the later opened his own place Geto of course took his offer for work.

- Mostly does Japanese and traditional, a bit of black and gray.

- Geto and Sukuna get competitive with each other but it's pretty friendly and all in good fun still.

- Both Geto and Sukuna have a lot of respect for one another especially in their work.

- Geto is the voice of reason in the shop, very friendly, will stop his colleagues from ruining a clients experience.

- "Sukuna quit terrorising our clients, if they like something it's not your place to say it's shit" even though it most likely is but he will not say that out loud.

- Flirty and knows he's hot, also does take other forms of payment but not nearly as often as Gojo.

- Geto would usually take walk ins cause he is patient and does many styles, with Megumi starting out though, he hardly ever has to, he still does if he is free.

- Megumi is doing his apprenticeship in "Domain"

- Good friend of both Sukuna's younger brother Yuuji and his.

- Keeps a low profile, stoic guy, he's the one who still secretly going through an emo phase in his 20's.

- Fast. This man tattoos way too fast, then again he has to cause he never knows when the next one will walk in, and when everyone has a full packed day which is almost daily, he can only rely on himself and his speed.

- Megumi hates dealing with whiny ass people the most, but sucks in up.

- Picky people also get on his nerves but he kind of understands them, tattoos are forever.

- Doesn't really like small talk or talking someone through a tattoo and calming them. He talks to a client if he has to, he likes to focus on his work and get it done.

- Every review from a walk in praises the phenomenal work that he put on their body.

- Even with little experience he is great at what he does and as mentioned very fucking fast.

- As Gojo said he's on the way to be very well known in the industry.

- Megumi has a few tattoos on his arms and legs, covered by long sleeve sweaters but they're visible in the summer. Most where done by Sukuna, he sports some of Gojo's work on his right thigh, Geto's on his calve.

- "No, it's not a microwaved alien Yuuji, I just thought it looked cool" he would let out a breath as his friend started the familiar ' you're ruining your body ' conversation.

- Yuuji is a very loose acquaintance of y/n's they attend the same college and have a class together.

- A sweetheart, way too nice, will help everyone and anyone even if it isn't convenient for him.

- Lives in the college dorm even though Sukuna begged him to move in with him.

- "we've been together all our lifes I want to be independent too, if I need anything I'll let you know" he would try to calm his overprotective brother, who in return would laugh and call him a brat.

- Helps clean the tattoo shop and brings food for Megumi at least once a week cause he sucks at cooking and he's way too picky with take out.

- Knows every single piece of gossip from campus, who is crushing on who, who's boyfriend cheated last week at Todo's house party, how many guys want to get with y/n but she's too dense to pick it up.

- Yuuji is very athletic, catch him on a run every day at your local park or at your neighborhood gym lifting weights like they're paper.

- Walks the neighborhood's dogs for free.

- Looks exactly like Sukuna minus the tattoos both on face and body, he's shorter and a not as buff but still pretty damn buff.

- Exactly the reason why when y/n first saw Sukuna, he looked familiar. Let's face it they're both hot. Maybe y/n can admit that Sukuna's personality is sexy even if he's a dick half of the time. Ok more than half of the time.

[gothhisoka]

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 (𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖝 𝕱𝖊𝖒𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

Title: Worship

Pairing: Chrollo x Femreader

Warnings: Smut, minors DNI, 18+, explicit content

Word Count: 3116 (I promise it is worth it. Oh god is it worth it)

Note: This is from my cross-published fanfic called Hunter University! It is available if you click here on Wattpad and AO3. My fanfic is x OC, but I upload x Reader versions of some chapters here on Tumblr. In short, it is a dark academia college AU with Chrollo as the main love interest.

Background: You are an artist in college and Chrollo is your fellow classmate. You just returned from a night out at a ball, drunk. Chrollo appeared at the door to your dorm room as he promised he would after you danced with one another at the ball.

Chrollo was surprised you looked so intact. He was sure you would come waddling to the door in pajamas as you did the last time he visited your room. Although it had been an hour since the ball ended, your makeup hadn't smudged a bit. Sure, it was faded, and your hair was significantly messier, but overall you looked as remarkable as you did at the start of the ball.

Your tired eyes widened with surprise at the sight of him. He was just as unimpaired as you were. Though now he was missing his suit jacket. His hair had become slightly disheveled, losing its styled waves. He still had on those signature silver rings and little cross earrings.

You attempt to soak in his sight with your intoxicated brain. He looked even more captivating in this particular state.

“Hi…” was all you could utter.

“Can I come in?”

You realized he was waiting for your permission. He didn’t need it.

You stepped aside to let him in and shut the door. Your room was the same as the last time he saw it, with your drawings hung on the walls and lights strung above the desk. Their small bulbs reflected against the night-stained window.

Upon shutting the door, the tension noticeably rose. It was dark in the small space and you were alone. Chrollo took his black dress shoes off near the door, placing them neatly side by side.

So he plans on staying. You tried to hide a smile. The hour of his visit was surely suspicious. There could be only one thing on his mind.

"So what're you doing here?" you spoke nonchalantly, acting like you didn't just fantasize about what could happen in the next few minutes.

Chrollo opened and shut his mouth, his response escaping him. He turned back to you and used his eyes to convey a craving far deeper than any words could admit.

"I said I would come to find you, didn't I?" He said lowly.

He had begun to walk around the room, absentmindedly stopping at a piece of art from time to time. You were too tired to care. The collection included nature scenes, portraits of people he didn't recognize, anatomy studies, and...

He paused, noticing a drawing on the wall behind the place where the door would otherwise be covering.

It was a full-body anatomy study of yourself. To be specific, it would fit further in the category of a glorified nude. It was on a miniature piece of parchment sketched in charcoal. It was obviously you: the woman had your (hair color) hair and distinct mouth and nose. The paper was hardly noticeable amongst the scatter of papers. You wouldn't see it unless you had a careful eye such as that of Chrollo.

You hardly noticed when he reached the particular spot on your wall. Your tiredness had waned significantly with Chrollo's entrance, but it still fogged your mind.

Additionally, you had long forgotten about your secret behind-the-door location for your drawings that were not meant to be seen by a single soul.

Chrollo attempted to hide a mysterious smile. He turned to you, “You draw wonderfully.”

“Thanks?” you reply, with more question in your tone than you hoped to show.

The heat in the room shot through the roof. You were sure if you checked the temperature it would be well above its normal chilly state. Perhaps it was the heat in your cheeks that was causing such a change.

“So…” he began.

“So,” you replied, trying to avoid eye contact. Please, just let it happen already.

You thought you had a good idea of why he had come to your room at one o'clock in the morning after a night of drinking and questionably close dancing. You couldn't be certain, though, because that was just how he was: unpredictable and exceedingly complicated.

You didn’t think him so complicated as to not be able to admit why he was at your room, though.

You waited as he thought about what to say next. This is taking too damn long.

Luckily, you prepared an excuse. You never failed to come ready for something you could expect. And this, the direction in which your encounter is headed, is inevitable. You had been rehearsing the line in your head for the duration of their conversation like reviewing terms for a test.

This was the only way to test if your assumptions are correct.

Blame it on the champagne if I am wrong. But I really hope I'm right.

You look directly at him. Time to be daring.

You took a breath and did your best to look directly at him, "Well, I actually do need some help. You see, this dress is quite difficult to take off by myself..."

Walking towards him, you place a hand at the hem of your dress. Your delicate fingers wrap around its lacy fabric.

Chrollo looked amused. He sizes you up, looking from your hand holding the hem of your dress to your unfazed expression. Unfazed, yet your cheeks were slowly turning a shade of scarlet. Nice try, Chrollo thought.

He gestured, "Turn around."

You obeyed. You desired something far more than the unzipping of your dress, but you were not presumptuous enough to say it. The expression on Chrollo's face told you that he was hoping for the same thing. He hid many emotions well, but being turned on wasn't one of them.

Chrollo brushed your hair away from the zipper, delicately placing it over your shoulder. His fingers purposefully grazed your back as he did this, causing your breath to hitch slightly.

His hands moved to the zipper, carefully pulling it down. It went past the clasp of your bra to your lower back. There was complete silence. Both of you were still. Are we still hesitating?

Chrollo was the first to move. He pulled you close to him so that your back was touching him. His left arm wrapped across your chest possessively, holding you in a tight embrace. With his other hand, he brushed your hair back from your ear. He smelt of sweet alcohol. Clearly, he was slightly drunk as well, for the next words he said couldn't be uttered by a sober man.

His whispered breath tickled your neck, husky with the threat of sleep, "I want you so bad right now."

You tensed with a sudden surge of desire. Your impression had been right. He let his strong arm remain around you, patiently waiting for a response.

You choked out your reply, "The feelings' mutual."

Under his touch, your streak of audacity from earlier dissolved into compliance. You suddenly wanted nothing more than to submit to his words.

With complete control, Chrollo took your shoulder and turned you around. Your dress was now loose on your shoulders. He placed his hands around your hips firmly. He looked at you under his thick eyelashes and slowly leaned in. The pressure was growing to an unbearable level, but he still wouldn't go all the way.

Then his lips crashed against yours with the force of weeks of pent-up desire. This kiss didn't speak of courtesy, of patience. This was raw passion. It was furious and messy. you preferred this to sensitive steps around the intensity they both craved.

"You must still be drunk," you said playfully as you both pulled away to catch your breath. You held your hand to Chrollo's chest. His heart was beating surprisingly fast.

"If I'm drunk, then what are you?" Chrollo said with a lazy smirk.

"I'm drunk as well."

Chrollo threaded his hands through your hair, pulling the long strands through his fingers. He pulled you in close again with his hand at the back of your head.

You opened your mouth to allow for Chrollo's tongue to slip in. He lessened the intensity and slowly moved his tongue against your own tongue and lips. You couldn't help but let out soft moans that made Chrollo weak at the knees.

He pushed you against the wall to deepen your kiss. Drawings fluttered down, becoming detached with the sudden movement. Including that drawing.

Chrollo pulled away, much to your shock. You were left panting with reddened cheeks. Please don't let this end now.

He displayed a shit-eating grin. Even with his ego, in the current moment, his expression made you melt. His face was inches from yours, looking down into your (eye color) eyes.

He shifted his gaze down to the floor and said, "Nice drawing you have there."

You finally noticed what he had been so smug about. Shit. Your face flushed ten different shades of scarlet.

Chrollo leaned in as he did before and murmured in your ear, "I wish I could see the real thing."

You failed to not show your excitement. The way your eyes lit up exposed you. "I can arrange that."

At that, Chrollo leaned in again, this time moving to your neck. His lips fluttered down your throat to your collarbone. You leaned your head back and tried to control your uneven breath.

His lips reached the edge of the neckline on your dress. He raised his eyes to meet yours, asking for permission to go further.

You let out a breathy, "Yes. Please."

What you wanted to say was, Please, take me now.

It could be too soon for him. But based on how this was going, you expected it was leading to something more. Whatever that was, you wished you could know right now. The growing tension between your thighs began to ache.

Chrollo slipped his hand across your skin to the hemline of your dress, moving it completely off of your shoulder and down your arms. Your black see-through bra was now in full view. Your nipples grew hard at the sudden exposure.

At least I went with my fancy bra. You suddenly grew very shy. The last time you went even this far was years ago.

He evidently liked the lingerie for his hands immediately traveled to your breast to caress it as he continued to kiss you.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered against your neck. Your heart fluttered at his words.

Chrollo then moved his lips progressively further down as he slipped your dress off of your body. Soon your underwear came into view, then your feet. He helped your step out of the dress.

"Your turn," you said, unbuttoning his shirt. All the while he continued to distractingly leave lazy kisses upon your face, one on your forehead, your cheek, your lips.

After an agonizingly long time, you pulled off his shirt. Fuck.

You knew he would be defined. But him, this boy standing in front of you, resembled more of a greek statue than an actual human. It looked like his body had been sculpted by the finest stone on earth. He had a six-pack, defined pectoral muscles, and prominent collarbones. His biceps flexed as he leaned his hand against the wall, bracing himself. It was you who needed to brace yourself. Your breath hitched again at the sight of him.

You ran a hand up his firm body as you planted your lips upon his once again. This time Chrollo put his hands beneath your thighs, his fingers pressing into your soft skin. He picked you up easily.

You wrapped your legs around him as he brought you to the bed, kissing him all the while.

He dropped you down gently, releasing his grip off of your thighs. You took this time to look up at him and admire the beauty of his aroused state. He had a dangerous and wild look, with tousled hair and a constant smile playing at his lips. His heavy-lidded eyes were lazily focused upon you.

You continued to make out on the bed, its white silk sheets creating an angelic halo around you. Chrollo couldn't stand looking at you like this, underneath him. It was far too much power for one man to hold.

You reached to your back to undo the clasp of your bra. You threw it to the ground. Chrollo immediately began to touch your naked tits in a way that made you want to dissolve. He moved in circles around your nipples first, watching as they grew harder under his expert touch. Then he moved his mouth to the sensitive area, playing with you and biting slightly. You audibly moaned at the gesture. Damn the neighbors.

Chrollo sensed your desire to take it further. He looked up, grey eyes filled with lust, "Y/n...let me pleasure you."

It wasn't the suggestion you were expecting, but you were satisfied nonetheless. You didn't care about anything in the world besides what he could do to you at this moment, whatever it may be.

"If you say my name like that you can do anything you want to me," you said breathily. It was exactly what he needed to hear.

Chrollo smirked and moved to take off your soaking underwear. Under his pants, his dick grew visibly harder. He threw the underwear onto the floor.

Gently placing his finger at your throbbing core, he began to stroke. Upon receiving his touch your back arched involuntarily. You were beyond eager.

"Fuck... Chrollo..."

This served as encouragement for him to insert his finger deeper into you, curling it slightly. It hit your g-spot repeatedly, eliciting ungodly sounds from you.

As he was doing this, he slowly positioned himself on top of you, grabbing onto the bed frame with his spare hand. He just wanted to look at your face as you opened your mouth in delight.

He inserted one more finger which caused your arousal to heighten. God, he really knows how to do this.

Just as you felt the heat in your core escalating, he slid his finger out. You whimpered in protest.

Chrollo looked down at you with a wicked smile. "Beg for it."

Oh fuck.

You gladly would. It was more your instincts speaking than any coherent thought.

"Please... Chrollo..." you said between breaths.

You wanted to not only plead for him, you wanted to worship him.

"More."

This is what you had been missing out on all those weeks. And oh god, did you eat it up.

"FUCK please do that again," you exclaimed.

It was enough to convince him. Chrollo moved his face towards your slickened pussy.

Is he about to...

He pushed his hair back out of his face with his clean hand, his forehead tattoo revealed. For only a second, he raised his eyes to gaze into yours. You fell for him all over again at that simple glance.

Then he entered you. His tongue made you want to weep. He devoured your insides, soaking up the salty juices. You couldn't help but hold his head, pulling it closer to your body. You ran your hand through his soft black hair. There was so much heat between them that you were both perspiring.

You began to shudder." I'm going to... oh... fuck," you gasped.

You felt the sweet release of cum spread below you onto the sheets and Chrollo himself. You felt self-conscious for a moment. That is until Chrollo began to lick up your juices. He ran his tongue up your soft thighs.

"You taste so fucking good, darling."

Chrollo looked at you like he had fallen all over again as well. You grinned back at him. Your cheeks grew even redder, if possible. Your heart screamed to continue but you were too physically exhausted to move. Still, wouldn't Chrollo want his turn?

You laid there, naked and panting on the silk sheets. Chrollo flopped next to you, unaffected beside his flushed cheeks and a wide grin.

The lights were still low in the little room. Looking out the window, you saw that the sun had yet to rise. This was a positive fact because the only thing you needed to do now was to sleep. And preferably, cuddling with the boy next to you. You hoped he would stay. It was more than hope, really. Your body couldn't spend any more time away from him after that.

Damn. He was good. He was really, really fucking good.

He knew his way with words, to begin with. He said exactly what needed to be said to escalate your arousal. You wanted to worship those fingers, the way he so expertly felt around you like he had memorized a map. And his tongue was even more worthy of revere.

You flipped over to your elbows. Your breasts brushed against the bedding, noticeably making Chrollo gulp. You boldly reached to touch the front of his pants.

"You don't want a turn?" you smirked.

"This was more than enough for me."

He stared into your eyes as if he was calculating a complex math problem rather than looking at the person who just received the best head of their life.

You yawned, despite yourself. Your body ached with all the action of the night.

"Go to bed, sweetheart. I'll be here."

Those were the last words you heard before your eyes drifted shut. Exhaustion stilled your naked body. Chrollo reached over you to turn off the bedside lamp.

He wasn't nearly as tired. He could've gone for a couple more rounds, perhaps take it a step further if you so desired. But he knew you needed the sleep. Most of your makeup had rubbed off, displaying the dark circles under your eyes.

He slipped off his pants and threw them onto the floor with the rest of the clothes. He found the soft sheets and pulled them across you and himself. The bed was small but cozy. His strong chest was flush against your back.

Your (hair color) hair smelt of a summer day, like sunlight and wildflowers. He took this opportunity to feel up the rest of your glorious body. He ran his hand lightly from your shoulder to your hips, to your thighs. All of it was angelic to him.

He moved you closer with his arm, protectively wrapping it across your front. Somehow holding you like this felt far more intimate than any sexual activity. The way the moonlight graced your skin was majestic.

How had he fallen so hard, so fast? It was unlike him to act with such recklessness.

Through it all, he still had his mind. you had no way to tell the extent of his feelings. He made sure of this. His libido could act one way, that was clear from tonight. But he was an expert at controlling his outward emotions. You would never know. If you did, it would be over for him. All the planning will be for naught.

He closed his eyes before he could fall upon any more worries. He had already pondered the issue for many sleepless nights.

He fell into a dreamless slumber with you safe in his arms. You both slept soundly until the sun peeked through the window.

[erensproudsimp]

Chef D'œuvre

Jean kirstein x Reader

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Content Warnings:Fluff, Sex on a canvas, established relationship, teasing Jean hehe, dirty talk, ultimate smut + this isn't proofread

Summary: Restraining Jean from touching you the whole day, a candle light dinner in the evening leading to sex on a canvas? The idea of Jean as an artist is just so hot.

Word count:4.1k

Fanart is by artworkbyzuli on insta

Cross-posted on ao3

Colorful tainted tiles, the smell of fresh paint hovering in the air, early hours of sunshine filtering from the beige curtains to fall on his face highlighting his features as his eyes concentrated on the canvas. Blanc frames waiting to be hued with a meaning or not. Teeth clenching, his jawline apparent, he looked like a Greek God, his brush being his weapon, almost out of this world. Shirt glued on his body like a second skin layer bringing out his honed muscled body, Jean truly was a work of art spreading his magnificence on cloth and paper. Standing by the door frame in his shirt two times bigger than your figure, you admired your boyfriend, his back facing you, drowned in his own world of aesthetic in his studio.

Tiptoeing to him, you wrapped your arms around his torso, your cheek pressed on his back catching him off-guard. You took a quick whiff of him. Sandalwood with a faint citrus.

"Woah there, good morning baby, did you have a good night sleep?" Jean's hoarse voice almost made your legs lose their balance. His free hand caressing your arms, you hummed as a simple yes still intoxicated by his scent.

"I'm going to go prepare breakfast, I'll call for you when I'm done." Jean gave you a quick forehead kiss before you left the room.

Cracking some eggs in the pan, you connected your phone to the speaker in the house to play some music while you proceeded to put fruits in the blender to make smoothies. Swaying your body to the music at the same time lip-syncing to the words, you spread butter on slices of bread unaware of Jean's presence behind you. The man crossed his arms, leaning on the wall he admired your actions which were nothing but alluring to him.

What made it even more hot to him was the fact that you were wearing his shirt. At first in the studio, he didn't realise but now that he noticed, he couldn't help but smirk to himself. He took in the way his shirt was practically floating on you, the flashbacks of last night suddenly raced through his mind. The way you were moaning his name, grabbing the sheets tightly as you let him take control of you made him take a deep breath before he approached you.

Now it was his turn to return you the hug from earlier. Surprised by him, he didn't leave you a second to react to his abrupt act of affection, he moved your hair to the side to plant a kiss on your neck making you shiver. His arms tightened around you just as his kisses went deeper all through your neck.

"y/n," his hot breath unsteady.

"Je-Jean, the eggs are gonna burn," you breathed.

"The only thing burning right now is my urge to fuck you right on this counter," Jean whispered in your ear almost making you lose your thinking pattern.

"Jean, I'm serious," you tried to wingle from his grasp to save your omelettes and placed them on two separate plates.

Jean looked at you disappointedly as though a puppy who had just lost its toy.

"Aww don't look at me like that, gimme a kiss, come on," you opened your arms, encouraging him to come to you.

Gladly he did and locked his lips in an instant.

"Jump," Jean demanded in between the makeout and you, of course, obeyed.

Your legs around his hips, sloppy lips fighting for dominance, Jean pressed your ass on the kitchen island. His arms snaking up and down your thighs, giving them a light squeeze here and there.

"Your legs are pretty, but they would be prettier on my shoulders hmm," his voice laced with a passion so hot like molten lava.

Your insides now ignited with flame, you pushed your hips into his by closing in your legs wrapped around him. Hard. Mischievousness coursed through your mind as you wanted to tease him for making you flushed.

"Want my legs over you? well catch them if you can," with that said, you jumped off the kitchen island freeing yourself from his clutches to run away from him.

"Hey! Get back here! I'm not done with you! " Jean called after you, laughing as he chased you down the corridors. A soft genuine laugh emitting from him when you threw pillows from the sofas at him to halt his movements only for him to catch the items and throw it back at you like a snowball fight.

A grin plastered on your face when you finally got tired of the running and collapsed on the floor with Jean kneeling beside you equally euphoric. The happiness was mainly because he felt so much at peace seeing your smile.

"Got ya," he breathed from exhaustion, encircling his arms around your waist and pulling you close so that he could rest his chin on your shoulder.

"You're so warm," Jean nuzzled his nose into your neck.

"Speaking of warmth, our food's getting cold in the kitchen, hurry up we need to eat," you mentioned.

"The only thing I want to eat right now is you-" you cut him off with your index finger pressed on his soft lips.

"Jean, I swear to god, let's go," you pushed him from back because he was trying to grab your ass, however, you receded.

"Your hands were so small on my back, but I'd prefer them jerking my dic-" again you shut him up by shoving toast bread in his mouth to save you from further embarrassment.

"Y/n baby, I need you so bad right now," he said swallowing that bread hard as your eyes widen.

From the look in his eyes, you could tell that this man was sexually frustrated, certainly because of your actions earlier but you didn't expect him to be so thirsty.

For a brief moment, a thought came up to you, basically telling you to refuse his current wishes to make him further agitated just so that you ravish the feeling of him taking the pent-up anger out harder on you later. Perfect plan, you internally agreed to yourself.

"Oh you need me badly? How about you show me that at night, okay?"a light smirk stretching the corner of your mouth.

" Y/n, I need you now, like right now, I can't wait till night or anything," Jean whined. How cute.

"Aww, you're that desperate baby? You can't hold yourself back? I thought you were tougher than this,"you cooed.

" Y/n, I can see damn well what you're trying to do, so stop messing with me please, "Jean reached out to grab your face only for you to pull back. Not going to lie that did hurt you when you saw the disappointed look on his face, yet, oddly that made you feel and realise the control you had over him and goddamn this felt good.

"Okay then, how about a little bit of challenge for you? If you manage to keep your hands off me the entire day and that includes any sort of contact, I'll make a surprise for you tonight as a reward. And if you lose then no sex for you until the next day baby. Deal?"

"Now that's going to be hard as hell but your surprises never fail to entertain me so deal."

"That was quick of you," you commented shaking his hand as a way of signing the contract.

"I just know that you're going to do something remarkable that will blow my mind so I'm simply looking forward to it."

His hopes were ridiculously high for the reward and luckily you already had something in mind for tonight.

After breakfast, Jean wasted no time to rush into his studio to keep you out of his sight. That was going to be a little too easy for him to win in this way. Not that you didn't want him to win, you couldn't help but want to push him to his limits. While you were scavenging your mind for the perfect way to catch him off guard, you heard a knock at the door. Outside was the postman with a package which seemed to be a delivery of one of the various things you kept buying online.

Taking the parcel inside, you opened it to find something that made you smiled evilly. It was a black transparent two pieces lingerie with lace straps. Not a second was wasted for you to change into that. To hide your plans, you wore a bathrobe and tiptoed to the studio.

Inside, Jean clearly concentrated on drawing when you creaked open the door, his attention now on you.

"Y/n why are you wearing a bathrobe in the middle of the da- oh-"

Right at that moment, you removed the robe letting it fall to your feet to unveil the marvel that was hidden inside of it.

Jean's breath hitched in his throat.

"You have no idea how badly I want to scream right now,"his pencil falling out of his hand, he covered his face with his hand and took a step back from you. He rubbed his temples as he inhaled deeply.

"Fuck y/n, why are you doing this to me?"he looked at you from up to down as though he was eating you up with his eyes, capturing every inch of what he's seeing and burning it into his memory.

"Do you like what you see?" your hands on your hips as you leaned on the wall.

"You have no idea."

You chucked and approached him slowly.

"If only I could touch you right now, you have no idea of what I'd do to you," Jean put his hands into the pockets of his pants to try to contain himself from not jumping on you like a hungry wolf who hasn't eaten in weeks.

Clacking your black heels on the cold tiles, your hands meticulously moving on your hips, you diminished the distance between you two. One foot difference. Jean licked his teeth from inside closed mouth and opened it slightly to let out hot breath, sustaining the proximity but you could see the intensity in his eyes.

"I can't stop staring, please y/n, "

"Where's the fun in that? I wanted to see you all hopeless for me and you're doing a pretty good job resisting," your finger pointing at his growing bulge.

Blowing air from his mouth, his hands on his hips, he walked to and fro.

"Is this the surprise you were telling me about in the morning?"

"Of course not, the surprise is bigger than this. I just wanted to give you a little sneak peak thought since I love you so much and don't want to kill you with a heart attack," you giggled twirling a strand of your hair. His eyes went big.

"If that's the case, you better prepare yourself for tonight because you seriously don't know what I'm going to do to you," Jean licked his lips.

"Can't wait," you blew him a kiss while you strolled out of the room, his eyes still fixated on the lingerie.

Not only did what happened turned you on, but it also motivated you to start the preparations for Jean to wreck you till you couldn't walk. Changing into pajamas for comfort, you took out scented candles of your preference and placed them on the nightstands and dressing table in the bedroom.

Jean's POV

'What the hell was y/n even thinking pulling that move on me? '

Sighing deeply I looked at my boner.

"Now what am I going to do of you? Jerk off to the memory of y/n in that black lingerie?"

On second thought, that doesn't sound bad, except for the fact that he was in an art studio.

Gosh, was he not turned when he first saw you in that. The way the cloth surrounded your soft breasts, decorating them to be perhaps the most flawless thing he'd ever seen or the way your stance screamed if confidence. He couldn't decide which of them were hotter.

The little ribbons on the strap did nothing but make you more erotic. How did you even manage to look that good, is a mystery that he will never discover.

"I really got the best of the best for me huh," Jean smiled to himself.

His art failed in front of you. Null and void. In his eyes you were the definition of what a beauty goddess was, hence proving that beauty indeed lied in the eyes of the beholder. Despite your imperfections which nonetheless still made you impeccable, Jean always attempted in copying your sublimity yet in vain.

Without a doubt, you were the best Muse he's ever had in his life. One day hoping that he would finally do you justice and be able to recreate his image of you in his mind on cloth, Jean kept trying albeit failing each time. However, he would absolutely never give up.

Collecting himself from the recent impact, he picked up his pencil from the ground and as much as he wanted to concentrate on his drawing of you, he couldn't prevent himself from picturing you from back then. You were beyond gorgeous. Maybe, that exactly was the inspiration he needed.

"I need to take a bath," Jean said to himself. Luckily there were two bathrooms in the house, as he wouldn't want to interrupt you while you were busy making whatever surprise.

To be honest, Jean was as impatient as you and full on ready to be taken by surprise by you.

Your POV

"Okay I've cleaned the room spotless, scented it, changed the sheets of the bed, took out towels and now time to bring the big thing,"you checked off everything on your mentally made-up list before you could continue.

Rushing to the wardrobe, you took out the art supplies required for the sex painting. Canva isn't the comfiest option for sex but you knew that it will all be worth the work at the end.

You honestly couldn't wait to see Jean's reaction to this.

Since the mattress can get a little colorful, you didn't want to run the risk of ruining the bedding either, you rather placed the sheet of canva on the carpeted floor that was still easy to the body. Laying down a cloth, that you taped so that it wouldn't dislocated when things get moving, on top of which you placed the canva and towels around it as well as a trail of towels towards the bathroom so that clean up of the post-art would be rendered easier.

"Okay now that everything is settled, let's go take a bath and prep myself up," you muttered to yourself, locking the door from the inside so that Jean wouldn't accidentally enter it.

-Time skip-

A private dinner in your dwelling makes for an magical evening. Silk sheet on the table, napkins neatly pleated on the white plates surrounded by tableware. Incorporating flower petals, slow romantic harmonious music, and low lighting to create the right atmosphere you as well added string lights for an added touch of enchantment. Aphrodisiac food was the obvious choice, you thought, placing down the lobster in the middle. Wine in glasses twinkling to the fairy lights for a further sizzle.

Not long until Jean made his appearance in a suit, top buttons of his shirt loose while you were in a black dress lighting the scented candles.

"Hey babe," his throaty voice called.

Turning around, you saw him, his hands in his pockets walking towards you. His large body towering yours.

"You look hot," he complimented looking down on you.

"So do you," you giggled bopping his nose.

Pulling a chair, Jean signaled you to sit as he pushed the chair then going to his seat facing you.

The empty wine glasses were delicately filled with the red alcohol, each of you raising your goblet for a cheers.

" Cheers to my pretty boyfriend."

"Cheers to my future wife," Jean smirked as you were busy turning fifty shades of red.

In comfortable silence, except for the clinking of utensils, both of you ate.

"Main course is done for, now time for dessert, "he said standing from his chair to yours. Lift you off the ground swiftly, he walked you to the bedroom in bridal style.

"huh? HUH? Jean what are you doing?"

"Taking my dessert to eat, what else?" he replied kissing you. His kiss was a fever. Hot. Sluggish.

Opening the door to disclose the surprise, his eyes went wide until it hit him. The canva and towels on the ground, paint orderly laid on the bed.

"I was thinking the house needed some more decorations, so why not spice things up by creating this masterpiece and hanging it in the living room for everyone to see? " innocently you smiled at him.

"Hahaha y/n! You're amazing!" rosy cheeks, eyes twinkling with admiration and affection he twirled your body in air, "wait then that means that the whole day you preventing me from touching you was pointless," his expression now slightly frowned.

"I mean, yeah, I mean, I just wanted to see you desperate for me," you fumbled with your words.

"Bad girl. After this I will have to punish you for making me suffer for nothing," Jean put you down.

You didn't know whether to feel anticipation or fear knowing that this man was going to wreck you.

"Why are you acting coy all of a sudden? Weren't you the one to act like a whore? " with the cockiest smirk ever Jean said.

His hands previously placed gently on your hips began to tighten. The press only fueled your rapid beating of your heart. Tilting your head towards his face by lifting it with one finger on your chin, he locked eye contact with you.

Lust filled his irises. Skilfully, he unzipped your dress and pulled it off your skin. Skin that desired to be touched so badly. Skin that burned under his fingertips that grazed the surface. Under the clothes exposed the black lingerie that got Jean worked up since morning.

Even though he already saw you in it, it nevertheless felt like the first time. The same adoration that held his gape seemed to be worshiping your body.

"May I take your bra off? " Jean asked. You nodded, Jean elatedly removed it.

"Look at these perfect tits. Belonging and made only for me," cupping them in his hands, he growled against your neck.

Your mind going blanc and empty, you were left speechless. Only ravishing him. His presence. His hot breath fanning on you. As much as you wanted to take this slowly, you couldn't stop yourself from craving to feel him buried deep inside of you.

Your hand slightly sliding over his growing bulge, earning a hiss and restrained moan from him.

"No. You're not going to be the one to tease me anymore. It's my turn," biting your collarbone, he declared making you leap in his arms.

Feeling self-conscious that you were the only one in undergarment, you unbuttoned his shirt and ripped it off him while he was sloppily making out with you.

Grabbing your thighs, he insinuate for you to jump. Chest to chest, he then threw you on the bed making it sink under your weight. He was finally freed from his restraints of not laying a hand on you.

His body hovering yours, he kissed you passionately. He's never kissed you like this before. Maybe you should restrain him more often.

Jean swallowed your gasp when unknowingly his hand went down your stomach to press on your clothed clit.

"Huh? You like that?" laughs "yeah you like that don't you," he breathed his finger circling around the bud. Your response was a moan and your breath quickening. Your reaction turned Jean on more than he already was.

Going down on you, he sucked your soaked underwear, the room filled with slurping sounds. He gripped your hips by wrapping his big arms around it to prevent you from squirming away. You were practically a moaning mess. Aggressively, he ripped it off you, continuing to lick through your folds.

"Jea-Jean I think I'm going to c-cum," you manage to utter.

"Heh, not yet princess, we got so much more do," he wiped his mouth that was coated with your juices and licked the liquid off his fingers. You looked at him with pleading eyes as you were yearning for a release.

Legs trembling, you raised your body to be able to sit while Jean grabbed the body-safe paint and put a fair amount on the cloth.

"Come here my lady," he said as he picked you to lay your body gently on the canva, paint on your back.

Jean took off his pants and underwear, his hard dick slapping on his stomach whilst you were making yourself comfortable.

A brush in his one hand and a palette in another, he sauirted some paint on the flat item.

Impatience began to overcome you as you begged him to come to you.

"Wait a moment more babe, I'm just making the perfect colour," Jean finished his sentence by approaching you.

Jean maintained eye-contact with you, the brush gliding over your soft skin leaving colors behind its track. Chills ran down your skin after each stroke. Drowning in bliss, Jean slowly ran the tool down your belly to an inch higher up your pussy. You were waiting for him to pass the paint through your core but instead he stopped his actions making you internally more annoyed.

"I'm not going to let you get off so easily after what you did to me," Jean murmured.

Cold. Squeezing the paint tubes, Jean splat paint on your body, mainly on your stomach. He leaned forward and pressed his body against yours to spread the paint.

Lining his dick right outside your entrance, he thrusted in without warning. Your back arching, you let out a moan. His hands rushing behind your back, he hugged your body as he gave you time to adjust to him.

"Mmmm, fits perfectly. Look at how good you take me, yeah you see that? "Jean moaned in your ear.

" It's okay, you can move,"you bit back a groan because Jean didn't leave you a second before pumping in and out of you.

" I can't believe you're mine, all mine, no one but me knows how good you feel, just me,"Jean panted in your ears," listen to my moans, you he-ear how goo-od you're making me feel? "

"AH-yes Jean, yes," you purred.

His forehead rested on yours, mouth connected, swallowing each other's breath and sounds.

" Go faster Jeaann." This made him slow down instead of doing as you wanted.

"Oh? you want me to go faster? Go-o ahead, beg for it. Tell me how bad you need me," Jean's stroked your insides with long and slow thrusts.

"Pl-please Jean, need you so badly, you make me feel so good so take all your anger out on me bu-ut please make me cum alongside with you!"

"Lift your ass, my queen,"Jean satisfied with your answer commanded, which you did as he ordered as he pounded deeper into you mixing the paint on the canva.

"Look at you, such a good girl."

It wasn't long until Jean filled your insides with his hot seed making you scream his name loudly. Right before you could come that Jean could tell by the shaking of your breath, he lifted your body off the masterpiece so that your ejaculation wouldn't ruin it.

In his arms, you came so hard, your liquids dripping down Jean's skin.

"Y/n, I don't think you realised that but what you just did was so hot," Jean admired you.

"Also, thank you for fulfilling my fantasies as an artist," he thanked you kissing your cheeks fondly.

Walking on the towel leading to the bathroom, he put you inside the bathtub, opening the tap to let the container fill with hot water. While it was doing so, Jean got in with you between his legs and head on his chest heaving up and down.

Jean took some shampoo in his hand, and massaged your scalps with you basking. Heavenly was a word too light to describe the feeling. You were basically in paradise.

"In round two I'm not planning on going gentle now so just bite the pillow and take it," Jean sputtered against your hair.

[1dmonthlyficroundup]

1D Monthly Fic Roundup

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for July 2021! Below you’ll find One Direction fics that were all published this month in the order they were submitted to the blog. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup​.

Happy reading!

Game Changer by @neondiamond

[Harry/Louis, 6k, Mature, tumblr post]

“Did the doctor say what was wrong with you?”

“He thought I was pregnant,” Louis scoffs. “Told me to go home and take a test, a pregnancy test, Haz. Can you imagine the nerve it takes for him to even think that?”

Harry looks lost in his thoughts for a few seconds. “Did you? Take a test, I mean?”

“Of course I didn’t.”

OR: A couple months before playing in his first long-awaited World Cup, Louis finds out he’s pregnant. Harry’s there for the ride.

(I Was Broke) You Healed Me by @fallinglikethis

[Harry/Niall, 12k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Niall Horan is an unmated pregnant omega living on his own after his alpha boyfriend leaves him. Far from his family and friends in Ireland, Niall is stuck living in a complex for Alpha/Omega bondmates, terrified every day of being found out by his landlord.As if that isn't enough, he's suffering from touch deprivation. Luckily, Niall's doctor can at least help him with that part: she prescribes Niall some cuddle sessions. It's only a little weird that the person she's prescribing him is her brother. Or maybe that's actually a little bit perfect.

The Only Pain in Pleasure is the Pleasure of the Pain by Layne Faire / @laynefaire

[Liam/Zayn, 10k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Liam had followed InZaynity, an artist's Instagram, for ages. Not only was the artist incredibly talented, his voice poured over Liam like warm honey on a winter's night, and his hands were the stuff Liam's wank dreams were made of. However, having Zayn unexpectedly arrive as the newest artist at his best friend's tattoo shop brought Liam's fantasies and reality a little too close for comfort.

Zayn Malik met his boss' friend on his first day at Fine Line Tattoos, and felt an instant attraction. Unfortunately, given Liam's unwillingness to even hold a conversation with him, Zayn was certain the feelings weren't reciprocal. Or were they?

When Liam's new tattoo design falls outside the scope of Tommo's talent, and he recommends Zayn do it, Liam reluctantly agrees. Surely he could manage to spend hours in Zayn's company without revealing his biggest secret, right? Right?

Blow Me Away by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

[Louis/Liam, 6k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Louis likes giving blow jobs.

He doesn't exactly get off on it – he's been with people who properly loved it, and he's not quite that into it – but he doesn't mind the feel or the taste and he really, really likes watching his partner lose it, so getting down on his knees regularly is a no brainer.

Which is why it's a bit frustrating that every time he does, Liam hauls him back up again.

Why Didn't We Make Out the Night We Met? by @berzerkshires

[Louis/Harry, 52k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Louis and Harry meet in an alley outside the hotel Louis is staying for the weekend. Harry introduces himself as Ed, and Louis is completely clueless. They have a relationship through text messages, phone calls, shared pictures and Facetime calls. Is a cell phone being the only source of communication enough? Will Louis ever learn that he's really talking to an international popstar? And what happens when the world is shutdown due to a wide spread virus?

I Love This Feeling (But I Hate This Part) by @lululawrence

[Harry/Louis, 7k, Not rated, tumblr post]

“Stand up.”

Harry stood up from the couch, not a moment’s delay.

“Oh my god, is that what that’s like?” Harry turned to Louis, surprise on his face. “I really thought they were somehow exaggerating, but it really is an automatic response with absolutely no thought from me behind it whatsoever.”

Louis sighed again. “You really wanna keep doing this? Have me use my alpha voice on you so you can work on resisting it?”

“Yup,” Harry said, clapping his hands and smiling. “How else am I going to be able to have any chance at reducing the power an alpha voice has on me?”

I Said It Wrong, But I Meant It Right by @lululawrence

[Liam/Nick Grimshaw, 4k, Not rated, tumblr post]

Nick was a bit of a disaster, but she was used to it.

Or so she thought. She had never known how much she could struggle just to function until the new fire lady goddess angel person winked at her.

Oh, Those Summer Nights by cherrylarry / @beelou

[Louis/Harry, 1k, General, tumblr post]

“Are you okay?” He kneels down to inspect where Harry still has his hand pressed against his head.

“Oh! Yeah, I’m fine.”

“My name’s Louis. Can I buy you dinner or something to make up for hitting you in the head?”

Harry crinkles his eyebrows. “Me?”

Louis chuckles. “Yes, you. If you’d like?”

“Yeah. That would be nice.” Harry smiles so that his dimples show. “I’m Harry.”

“Harry, it's a date, then." Louis grins.

An extended scene of the beginning of the movie Grease as a larry au

people fall in love in mysterious ways (maybe just the touch of a hand) by @vintageumbroshirt / 28sunflowers, @justalarryblog / Bekita, @bluecolouredlou , @beelou / cherrylarry, @thedevilinmybrain / devilinmybrain, @hershelsue / docklands, @foreverfanficaddict,@idolizingthelight / idolizingthelightt, @inlockets / loveroflou, @perfectdagger, @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same

[Louis/Harry, 13k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Set in a world where meeting your soulmate causes a literal spark, Louis Tomlinson has no time for fate. He knows all too well the heartbreak that having a soulmate can bring and he'd rather avoid the whole affair. But, when a chance meeting with up-and-coming popstar, Harry Styles, causes the biggest electrical surge the world has ever seen, Louis must confront the truth that sometimes destiny knocks when you least expect it.

Somehow, Someway by @zanniscaramouche

[Louis/Harry, 16k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Louis Tomlinson has everything all figured out for a smooth post-graduation sailing into the perfect career in the music industry. A canceled class, a high school play, and a disarming set of dimples were not part of the plan. (Especially when they belong to a boy wearing someone else’s jacket.)

Featuring: A punk with the worst timed crush in history, that moody art kid that never shares cigarettes, the cutest pastel-pink wearing boy on the planet, and his unfortunately nice bottle-blond jock of a boyfriend.

Forts & Fortunes by @neondiamond

[Louis/Harry, 2k, General, tumblr post]

It’s finals week at uni and Harry is struggling to find a healthy balance between studying and tending to his needs. Lucky for him, Louis is there to help him out with that.

One way to reduce tension by @neondiamond

[Harry/Louis, 1k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Harry knows of a few ways to help Louis get rid of some pent up stress…

We Got a Call by @greenblueish / bluegreenish

[Louis/Harry, 24k, Mature, tumblr post]

“Fisher from St Peter hospital, hello. Is this Mr Tomlinson?”

Louis’ eyebrows furrow in concern. Why is the hospital calling him? Has someone he knows been in an accident? “Uh, yes?”

“Great. Your results are in. Congratulations, you’re pregnant!”

“Pregnant?” he chokes, the word almost getting caught in his throat.

“Yes, without doubt,” the woman from the hospital confirms, her voice neutral but somehow chirpy. “I recommend promptly booking an appointment with your ob/gyn to discuss how to proceed.”

"I...Yeah, I’ll talk to my … partner.”

or, the one where Louis and Harry Tomlinson are married and Louis accepts a phone call that was definitely meant for his husband.

How Long Will We Fall (Before We Can Climb) by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

[Louis/Harry, 860 words, General, tumblr post]

Louis' faith in Harry is unbreakable. When they get caught kissing and he is thrown out of his home forever, he has to learn to have faith in himself.

Rope, Leather and Lipstick by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

[Louis/Harry, 552 words, Mature, tumblr post]

Something about ropes around wrists, and tinting skin the colour of strawberry ice cream, tender and kissed by dark lips. Smudging sticky red lipstick across the slight blue shadow of veins, and assuring hands tightening knots.

Lies & Liability by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

[Louis/Harry, 34k, Mature, tumblr post]

Harry Styles has only three wishes when he leaves River Dane Manor to go to Town for his first season: that his sister has rented a townhouse that will provide him as many of the comforts of the country life he has grown accustomed to as possible, that he will not trip and fall when he is presented to Her Majesty the Queen, and that he will enter matrimony out of true love, no matter how favourable the match with any which alpha may be.

Sugar at Night by @brightgolden

[Harry/Louis, 33k, Explicit, tumblr post]

With a year left before he completes his degree, a wonderful fiancé, and a baby coming soon, life is going exceptionally well for Harry Styles.

But, the truth always has a way to unravel itself, doesn’t it?

So, what do you do when the person you fell in love with is not the person you thought they were?

I got myself in a mess (and without you I'm in more) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same

[Zayn/Liam, 9k, Mature, tumblr post]

It’s not desire that has his synapses firing. It’s not the urge to jump him that makes him feel jittery.

It’s the fact that everything about this man - a nice, unassuming guy on Tinder, who studied IT and who seemed like a safe choice - screams danger. It’s the fact that Zayn has been absently touching his necklace for what feels like half the night now.

The necklace. Thank God for Lou, honestly. He’d laughed a bit, at first, when Louis had given it to him, when he’d explained all about the app that it was connected to, the emergency contacts that would be notified and sent his exact location “if you just double tap the back of the charm, see” because Louis was that friend, the mom friend, but right now? Right now Zayn will gladly take the gentle ribbing from Louis if it means he won’t have to spend another moment with this guy.

I don't care if the world knows by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same

[Louis/Harry, 6k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Harry is fourteen when she buys her first binder. She’s been doing cosplay videos on Tiktok for a while at that point, and it seems like the logical choice. Not that there’s anything wrong with cosplaying characters of the opposite gender and not wanting to fully look like them, she’s seen plenty of wonderful creators put their own spin on characters in a way that transcends the source material, but when it comes to her own cosplays -

She just likes it to be accurate.

She likes her chest to be flat, not soft and curvy, when she’s wearing her Crowley cosplay, or when she’s transformed herself into Loki.

It’s all about the aesthetics.

∞

Over the course of a few years, Harry explores and comes to terms with gender identity.

It’s Probably Because I’ve Got a Big Lesbian Crush on You by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

[Louis/Harry, 6k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Harry's never really concerned herself with being part of the popular crowd. But as the new girl in school the second semester of her junior year, she finds herself unwittingly competing for Queen Bee status against high school royalty Louis Tomlinson. Maybe there's more to their rivalry than it seems.

A not-quite-Mean Girls AU

Going Green (so fucking green) by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

[Louis/Harry, 5k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Harry just really loves being used, and Louis really loves Harry. Who is he to deny him?

Or: Reduce, Reuse, Recycle but make it BDSM

the next bit was spanners to my plan by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

[Louis/Nick Grimshaw, 6k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

The first time was an accident. The second time was an accident too.

Or: Louis and Nick end up shagging on the sly, everyone sends far too many emojis and far too few words, and eventually they're going to have to sort themselves out.

Trust Me Tonight by @vintageumbroshirt / 28sunflowers

[Louis/Harry, 10k, Explicit, tumblr post]

After Harry’s eighteenth birthday, his father calls him into a meeting to say that he is to be married to Prince Louis of France in just over a week.

Harry is excited, of course. The arrangement is better than any he could’ve hoped for, with such a young, handsome and kind husband.

There is just one issue: Harry doesn’t know what happens on his nuptials, or how to get pregnant to give Louis the heir that he needs.

Can we make it any more obvious? by LouStylesHTommo / @smolhilariousbeans

[Louis/Harry, 6k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Five times the boys accidentally walked in on Harry & Louis plus one time they did it on purpose.

Aka Niall, Zayn, Liam being supportive of Lou&H sexy shenanigans.

darling just dive right in by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same

[Zayn/Louis, 5k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Louis can’t think of a worse place to be than at the Malik estate, attending his ex boyfriend's wedding.

Shining just for you by ThoseFookin_Avacados / @hlhome28

[Harry/Louis, 1k, General, tumblr post]

For a clumsy person, Harry danced with quite the grace- spinning around Louis, billowy light robes brushing against his firm darker ones. Despite his slightly smaller build, Louis was decivingly strong, his grip on Harry's waist tight as they performed their steps in sync. Like two opposite halves of a whole, like ones reflection in the mirror, like the sun and the moon.

Part 2 of the Prompt Generator series

crown me with your heart (your love is king) by @perfectdagger

[Louis/Harry, 41k, General, tumblr post]

The universe must’ve had a field day when it decided to plan Harry’s life. There was no plausible explanation for anything that happened in his life anymore. Try as he may, he would never be able to control his life nor predict what would happen next. What were the odds that the one person he was sure he had fallen in love with but had completely let him slip out of his life, already resigned to the fact nothing could ever evolve between them due to Harry’s future with Eroda, happened to be the same person who had Harry’s future in his hand?

A The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Wedding au in which Harry is the Crown Prince of the small island of Eroda and Louis’ uncle is trying to take the throne from him, with a slight a/b/o twist and some more.

[runeterrankhaleesi]

Helo! I hope I’m not to late to submit a LMMU but could I request a Valorant match up? Im pretty new to all of this so I hope I did it right! Anyway I hope you’re having a great day :))

I’m Pip and I use She/They pronouns and I am Bisexual. I'm about 5’4 and a bit stubby, I have wavy light brown hair that goes down to the mddle of my back, green eyes, and light freckles. For clothes, I dress more for the sake of comfort like sweats and a tank or leggings and a hoodie.

I’m an Ambivert that is guided by my emotions and sometimes let my feelings get the better of me. I’m a bit of a people pleaser and often put others needs before mine. I’ve been told I’m over-sensitive which I believe is true however it’s always been used against me in a negative way. On the exterior I’m a bit intimidating and have been cursed with a “resting bitch face.” I’ve tried to change that but I refuse to play up my personality just so random people would consider me friendly. Yes I’m a people pleaser but not to that degree.

I really enjoy art! I’m both a digital artist and traditional artist however I prefer digital a little bit more. I do a lot of figure drawings and draw my own characters almost daily. I am also very musically driven and relate a little too much to songs I sing along to in the shower. I enjoy Indie Music and Midwest Emo; Glass Animals being my favorite band. I enjoy singing, and I'm pretty damn good at it too! Art and music are both ways I like to express myself and really helps me relieve pent up anger or stress. They help me cope in a way.

I’m a bit of a gamer (that sounds cringy I’m so sorry) I really like open world games and first person shooters. At the moment I’ve been playing mostly Valorant because I want to get better but I do play a fair amount of Minecraft as well. When I play Val I switch between Raze and Cypher a lot. I just think they’re great agents because of their abilities and they’re personalities. They’re playlists on Spotify also slap.

Finally, what I look for in a partner is someone who has a sense of humor and can be patient with me. If you have a contagious laugh I’m literally head over heels. I personally can’t be in a relationship (romantic or platonic) with someone who doesn’t have a sense of humor, I just feel on edge all the time since a big part of my life is comedy. The patience part is because I’m kinda broken when it comes to relationship stuff. My last relationship has left me damaged and I would appreciate some patience. Personally I would like a slower relationship, I wouldn’t move in immediately and I would be really hesitant with saying/hearing “I love you.” In summary I just don’t want to rush things.

I pair you with...

ASTRA!

Why? Because...

Astra has this incredible zest for life that can just light up the whole room. You can tell she’s an extrovert by a single glance, the way she holds herself up and expresses herself are all telltale signs. That said, she doesn’t mind you being shy and closed off on some days and instead asks you if you want comfort or space.

She knows that you’re a bit of a people pleaser, she doesn’t mind as long as don’t go too far. Even so, she encourages you to be yourself more; your true self among other people, telling you that people should be your friend and love you for the real you, not because you changed into someone they want to be.

Like you, Astra likes art, drawing helps her calm down and process her thoughts. She actually has a notebook full of doodles that she carries with her anywhere. Astra would often ask to exchange notebooks/sketchbooks with you, she likes to see your own drawings and your characters. She has heard of your favorite songs many times, to the point that she had memorized it and sings it with you. The other agents can always hear you both tearing the HQ down with your amazing voices and they’re fine with it (unlike Breach’s drums and terrible singing).

She likes games as well but she plays the type of games like Candy Crush or just some relaxing games that allow you to drive in a car or ride a horse to past the time, though there are days where she feels competitive and will boot up her computer to play MOBA or FPS games, of course you queue up together and compete to see who gets more kills, winner gets a kiss and any wish granted.

And yes! Astra has a great sense of humor, she loves to joke around and have fun in any kind of situation. Tense or serious atmosphere just makes her uncomfortable so she does her best to lighten up the mood and exchange jokes with the people. Like I said, she’s very calm and patient too, she’s the epitome of a “zen person”. She’s very mindful of the people around her too, she cares for each and every one, she likes to know a person well so she could cheer them up whenever they feel down, and the same goes for you. She’s patient, if you have some bottled up feelings, Astra gives you some space first then waits for you to come to her willingly, she would never want to pressure you into anything.

💝~Happy Valentines Day!~💝

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Eren Meta From 139

Many people believe chapter 139 butchered Eren's character because of this scene.

Because out of nowhere, Eren's motivation is to reach Mikasa's choice to satisfy Ymir's wish; thus, everything he said from the beginning about his motivation is all lies or meaningless.

No. And I'm no writing this to justify or condemn him. This post is more for myself, because I'm trying to understand his character.

Now let's see at his words. "All of it, was to arrive at that result. That's why I moved forward." What does he mean by it? Which actions?

This.

All the events, starting from ch 123-139, are going according to Ymir's wish.

Right after Eren told her to decide for herself.

She wants to end the world, at least 80% of it. She wants to push Eren's friends to stop him, even if they have to betray their nation. The Battle of Heaven and Earth, all of the clusterfucks in chapter 135-138 happens because it's Ymir's will to push Mikasa to make a choice. She chooses to end the titan curse after she gets to see what she wants.

Ymir did all of this, she watched all the events that unfold because Eren released her.

Then, what about Eren's will?

This is why I'm okay with the idea of Eren following Ymir; Eren doesn't have a reason to reject Ymir's wish because he got what he wants. He got the future he saw on the medal ceremony, the eradication of titans. He got the "freedom" to flatten the earth, and if his gamble paid off, he'd get his friends' safety; because they will become the world's savior after they stop him. It's a win-win situation, thus, putting him in a position where he becomes Ymir's ally and stands by her side.

The reason why Ymir chose Mikasa is not clear, but Eren had a hunch and it's something he could relate to; another reason for him to not object to Ymir's wish. It has something to do with that day when Mikasa practically confessed her love for him, the day where he could use the Founder's power for the first time. I leave this scene up to your interpretation.

What about Eren's will from before 123? What did he try so hard to achieve?

This scenery. Aside from the eradication of titans.

Here's the thing. Doesn't matter if fate favors you or not, you have to work hard to get what you want. To work hard, you need to know the reason. I take Isayama's artistic choice that the future memories he saw are fragments without context; he doesn't know why it happens the way it would. So, even if he saw the scenery, even if he saw the eradication of titans, why he has to go to hell first? Why he has to go through all of the suffering? Why he has to keep moving forward? He doesn't have to; but the world, destiny or whatever keeps feeding him reasons to move forward, until he reached a conclusion that the titan world is fucked up system and has been going for far too long. For Eren, this needs to end, and he wants to reach that scenery no matter what.

This is the man who saw how unforgiving the outside world is. The fact that a little girl got eaten by dogs just because she's an Eldia is proof that a subject of Ymir can never gain freedom, can never gain the privilege of human rights the way a normal human does. (I suggest you to read Gross' monologue from ch 87). The man saw how the world keeps pushing Paradis to be the source of evil without listening to what the other parties have to say. The man is manipulated to euthanize his own people as if Eldia doesn't deserve to be born. He saw the fucked up history of titans from 2000 years ago. He was so disappointed the world is not like in Armin's book, it's not like his ideal world. So he wants to wipe it away. He wants to bury the history and the civilization that created it, deep to the ground. He wants to destroy every last one of those animals, that's on this earth; titans or humans alike. He wants to leave the surface a blank plain. This is his ideal world, his freedom.

Eren said it himself. Even if he didn't know that his friends would stop him; even if it's not Ymir's will, he'd still trample the earth. To me, the reason why Eren commit genocide, the reason he said to Armin is no different than the reason he said to Zeke.

It's just the way he is ever since he was born.

A freedom seeker.

The wording is different with the receiver. With Zeke, it's different, because he's trying to make a point that this is who he is. But with Armin? He is going to die, with his best friend as his judge. He knew exactly why he wanted it: because he is free, ever since he was born. But somehow he couldn't say it outright with confidence. Maybe he's afraid to be judged as a monster by the person closest to him, or maybe he started to question his definition of freedom. Because to me, his eyes look like wonders.

Now. What is freedom? Many people believe that any acts out of violence is not freedom. But to Eren, that is freedom, his freedom. There's a meta that perfectly explains Eren's version of freedom, up until he did the rumbling. This is my highlight from that meta:

So freedom is the power of the individual to do as one wants. When you do something, you are imposing your internal desires onto the external world. If freedom is thus the power to impose your individual Will onto the outside world, then whoever has more power has more freedom.

This concept was highlighted when he told his friends in Paths that he's free to destroy the world and they're free to defend it; meaning that they're bound to clash, and they have to fight.

Freedom is not good. Nor is it bad. It is a force beyond good and evil, and that is precisely why it is terrifying. This, I believe, is why so many baulk at the idea that such a ruthless manipulator could be the avatar of freedom in this story. What I have always loved about SNK is how it delves ever deeper into its themes as the story goes on and discovers such fundamental paradoxes that your understanding of the idea is changed forever. If this is the horrifying face of freedom, perhaps we should not be free.

I don't know how much Isayama's involvement in this, but Grisha's commentary from the Lost Girls captures this concept perfectly.

For Eren, that "great power" is his own concept of freedom: A world without oppression. Doing what you want to do. He's free to protect his homeland by whatever necessary, whatever cost, and leave the rest of the world as an open plain.

Usually, the more we're obsessed with something, the more we stray from our humanity. After witnessing firsthand the vision-he-so-called-freedom, he doesn't know how to feel. He gets what he wants, but he's not happy at all, only the hollow scenery remains.

Eren realized how messed up he is, even before he did this. He tried to reach out to Mikasa that night after he saved Ramzi, to save his humanity left. It's one of the reasons why he asked her, "what is he to her?" Surely if he was loved –even after he killed those men when he saved her that day– would mean he's still human, right? And by running away with her, he could live in peace, maybe he could free himself from his obsession. But he's doing it so half-heartedly, that when everyone interrupted them, he just... let it go. He didn't bother to sneak with her or anything. He couldn't let go of the future he saw, he's losing himself to his desire/inner demon, to his obsession of freedom. Or maybe he's winning over his pathetic self so he could focus on what he needs to do? One could interpret this scene as Eren trying to break free from his obsession for "freedom." One could interpret this scene as Eren trying to break free from the shackles of his conscience. It's up to you.

Eren's outburst over Mikasa in this chapter is his pent-up feeling over her. It is, but after I write this meta, maybe it's more than that. It's because she's the proof of his humanity left. Many, many times, Mikasa is there to stop him from ruining himself. Mikasa's love creates a subconscious understanding that she will always be there for him. That's a part of her that he loves, and by feeling love, it means his humanity still exists. If Mikasa chooses to move on with another man, it means she will forget all the times they had together, she will forget the most human side of him. The only person who loves him as who he is, his home, would be lost. He would be lost. That idea scares him, even though he knows he doesn't deserve her love after everything he has done.

One more thing; another reason why Eren doesn't mind to be stopped, aside from Ymir's wish will get him what he wants –as I already explained. People argue that the conflict won't end until Paradis or the rest of the world remains; thus, Eren's half-hearted genocide is meaningless. No. No matter how angry he is that he wants to eradicate everything, he has enough maturity to understand, even back from the Battle of Trost, that humanity is far from united even if they're faced against a threat beyond human understanding. During the after-party night before the Battle of Shiganshina, he accepts that great power comes from joining ourselves together. We all need to find our own roles. Humans are created differently, because of times like this. By sparing the rest of the world, it keeps both Paradis and the world from collapsing. By keeping the diversity of people, someday it will open a path for peace because it's a part of human nature to try to understand each other; he learned it from the SC. Eren believes Armin could take him there, after he died. Maybe he forgot all of that because he's too caught up in his hate and anger up until 122, the same way he forgot back in the days.

Even if it's not explicitly explained in this chapter, I'd like to think that Eren got plenty of time to reflect on this matter when he did the Rumbling, to fill the emptiness he felt after he reached what he wants wanted.

Eren wins in the end, but at what cost? This chapter is calling out his tyrannical mindset, and it's great to see him realized his error, even if it's too late for him to go back.

Maybe this is what Isayama decided to focus on the last chapter, even if it's rushed. Maybe he (or his editor, idk) wanted the ending to focus on the protagonist's story about humans vs titans. The way Eren is so determined to wipe it out from this world, no matter how messed up his method, no matter how much he suffers, it doesn't matter if it's predestined or not. Because "freedom" is what he seeks ever since he was born. Because Eldia, every person deserves to be born in this world. Yes, every person, including everyone he killed. He knew the gravity of his action and choose to accept his death. Maybe it's the reason why Isayama doesn't delve into the aftermath of genocide further.

He wants the ending to be about Eren Yeager, The Attack Titan's journey about Attack. On. Titan.

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I absolutely love how you write Arthur Fleck bro it reminds me of how much I want him to be happy and loved. So I'm here to request something because I'm in love with your writing!😔💖 How would Arthur feel having an artist reader who really loves to draw and paint him? Like the reader really wants Arthur to know that he's so fucking gorgeous that his face and body HAVE to fill all of the reader's sketchbooks and canvases? And you don't have to write this! But please let me know if you can't!💖

Thank you so much! I only want to make him happy and if writing is the only way I can temporarily stave off the yearning to do so, then who am I to deny myself or my readers? The best way to avoid temptation is to simply give in lmao.

word count: 1, 450.

“I-is there something on my face, Y/N?” Arthur’s gentle voice broke through your reverie. So lost were you inside the pleasures of your own mind, your hand almost flying across the rough page in your haste to get everything down in time, that it took a few moments for you to realise that Arthur had even spoken, but patiently did he wait for you to respond to him. He understood; he, too, sometimes needed a little time to register that he was being spoken to.

You blinked after a few moments and came back into yourself slowly, setting your pencil down. It rolled across the page and settled against the metal rings which bound the precious pages of the sketchbook together. “I - you, err,” You coughed lightly, swallowed and tried again. “No, why?”

“No reason,” Arthur hummed, “You just keep staring at me so I thought - “ He cut himself off with a smile. He clearly thought that it didn’t matter what he was thinking. He was sat at the tiny table by the window writing in his journal, a pen in one hand and a half smoked cigarette in the other; this told you that though he was relaxed, he was also pent up and he needed to get his negative thoughts, swirling through his mind fiercely like a draining bathtub, out of his head. It was best to not push him to tell you his thoughts; you would only open up a can of worms you weren’t quite ready for. Not tonight.

Arthur would come to you when he was good and ready and not before; it was something that you both had in common. Pushing either of yourselves into talking before you were ready to would only worsen the situation, whatever it was, and you had quickly learned to let the other be when things were becoming too much.

“Sorry, honey,” You smiled at Arthur. You had been sketching in your notebook, leaning with your back against the arm rest of the sofa, your legs bent on the sofa cushions. Periodically had you looked up from your work to gaze at your muse, your eyes drinking him in as your hands worked to recreate his image. As you looked at him now, something occurred to you and you closed your sketchbook, running a hand reverently over the cover. Hours of daydreaming, sketching lightly and aggressively rubbing out the same area over and again, frustrated groans and rushes of accomplishment and more had been poured into this book, and you felt a sudden urge to share it with the man who was front and centre from cover to cover of your pride, joy and secret irritations when your hand translations fell short of your mental images. “Do you wanna see what I’m doing?”

A quiet but uncomfortable giggle as Arthur turned his entire body to face you, taking a long drag of his cigarette to disguise the convulsing of his throat. He was surprised at the offer. Had you really seen through him so completely? “N-no, it’s okay, I - I couldn’t - “

You jumped up quickly, clutching your sketchbook. Arthur’s hesitance had sealed your decision. You made your way over to him easily, holding it out for him to take. Your other hand reached out to cup Arthur’s jaw and as he took the book from you with a slight tremble to his veiny hands, you bent down to press a tender kiss to his forehead. 

Arthur sat there looking at your sketchbook resting atop his journal and you nodded encouragingly. “Go on, honey. I want you to look.”

“A-are you sure? Your sketchbook is like my journal.”

“That’s why I want you to look, Artie.” He smiled at the familiar name; you only used it when you needed him to know that something was truly okay. You stood up straight and put a hand on Arthur’s shoulder, standing so close to him that you were pressed up against his back. You stood there deliberately; to keep Arthur grounded in the moment as he used the whole flat of his palm to trace over the pages, murmuring to himself. You couldn’t make out any of the things he said, but seven pages in did he turn to you with stars in his eyes.

“Is this really how you see me?”

You nodded, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Yeah. You’re beautiful, Art.” You chuckled and Arthur’s eyes zoned in on your lips, his brow creasing in the middle as he stared at you with love in his eyes.

“What is it?” A hushed awe.

You grinned. “I just called you Art. That’s what you are - you’re a work of art and this sketchbook doesn’t even come close to capturing your true beauty.”

You heard the sound of a slap as Arthur’s hand flew to clamp over his mouth, a muffled laugh bursting from between his lips. The hand on his shoulder tightened and you rubbed up and down his back rhythmically, shushing him and doing your best to calm him. You hadn’t meant to make him react this way but you supposed, in hindsight, that it had all become too much too soon. You bent to press kisses to his neck, keeping him grounded in the moment. Slowly did Arthur get his breath back and you knew that his fit had reached its end when he gripped your hand on his shoulder, turning his head to press kisses to your hand. 

“I love you so much.” The stars in his eyes turned to a galaxy as he looked at you, and you smiled. You smiled at him and fuck he forgot how to breathe.

“I love you too.” I can never adequately tell you how much I love you, so I hope these pictures suffice. Your heart broke slightly at your inability to properly tell Arthur how much you loved him, but you supposed you could show him instead. Your art meant a lot to you, and so did Arthur, and the two would collide, creating a universe of love that you would give to him. Over and again, each and every day would you show Arthur just how much he meant to you. Any scrap of love you extended towards him would be returned sevenfold, and so the cycle would continue. You didn’t have much in this world, but you had Arthur Fleck’s heart cradled in your cupped hands, and yours in his, so really, you had it all. No one else had the gift of Arthur Fleck’s love and you hoped to never get even a little used to the way that he gazed at you in the moments during which he thought you weren’t looking. But you were; you always were. He commanded your every waking moment and he didn’t even know it. “Are there any you really like? Have a look.”

You and Arthur spent the next few minutes going through your sketchbook in silence and when Arthur saw one that he especially loved - him dancing in the living room shirtless with cobalt blue pyjama pants, his arms raised above his head and a serene expression on his face - did he gasp aloud, clutching at your hand as surely as if it was his last breath as he submerged himself in the oceanic depths of your love for him.

“This one. I like this one.” He sounded childlike in his glee and you smiled once more, smoothing a hand through his hair.

“Yeah? Wanna know something?”

“What?” Arthur turned in his seat, no longer occupied by the sketchbook. His attention was wholly focused on you now.

“This is how I always see you. You’re beautiful, angel. A work of art.”

Arthur’s arms wrapped around your hips and he tugged you forward, huffing an amused laugh when you collapsed onto his lap without a trace of dignity. You got comfortable, straddling him properly, and there you stayed until at last was it time for bed. Occasionally did Arthur press kisses to your head, your cheeks, your neck, anywhere and everywhere did he lay small traces of his love on you while he wrote in his journal. He allowed you to read what he was writing as he was writing it, and this glimpse into his whole unfiltered thought process meant more to you than anything else he could have done after what you had just showed him.

You had shown each other the rawest parts of yourselves this night and that said ‘I love you’ in a far more effective way than those three little words themselves. Every artist needs a muse, and yours kept you well fed.

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I just read both interviews, Part 1 and 2 of Jann Wenner's Rolling Stone Interview of 1971. It sounds as though John and the other Beatles DID have a realistic gripe about Paul taking over, directly projects, handing out musical assignments, etc., etc. and I'm sure he had the ego by this point to match! I would probably have become irritated by Paul as well. And no hints or even reading between the lines of John being emotionally hurt by Paul with regard to loss of intimate relationship.

Hello and thanks for writing in, Listener!First, I’d like to point out that we haven’t reached the Lennon Remembers portion of our Break-up Series, and will dig into it much more thoroughly in a future episode (stay tuned!).  

Presumably this ask isn’t in response to anything we’ve actually discussed on the podcast, in which case I feel that I should explain that what we do on our show is reevaluate conventional wisdom and contextualize public statements within the realities of actual behaviors. In other words, not taking things like Lennon Remembers at face value is AKOM 101.

If what we were doing on this podcast was as easy as simply reading the most infamous interview John Lennon ever gave (the one upon which the conventional story of the Beatles break-up is founded), it wouldn’t be much of a podcast or a very groundbreaking analysis, would it?

Second, I’d like to mention that listeners/readers can hear the entire (3.5 hours!) interview on You Tube.  Very evocative with audio!  Wenner’s editing in the print versions often make John sound more coherent and less vitriolic towards everyone but Paul than the audio reveals (i.e. the shitty comments about Paul are always printed but the ones about George, Brian, etc often aren’t).

Next, we’d like to state the usual disclaimer (which everyone is probably already aware of but is a good reminder anyway!):  John later disavowed this interview.  In fact, he was so angry at Jann Wenner for publishing it as a book, it apparently created a permanent rift between the two.  You may choose to view/value this interview as John being super honest, but please consider that in this allegedly “truthful” book/interview, John:

claims George is musically/creatively inferior to John

declares the McCartney album “rubbish”

reveals his belief that he and Paul’s confidence levels are intrinsically, inversely related to one another

says George was so aggressively rude to Yoko that John wished he would’ve punched him over it

proudly admits that he “maneuvered” the other Beatles to get Klein in as manager

bemoans the fact that everyone says Brian Epstein was so great “just because he’s dead” and that Brian cheated and robbed the Beatles

makes derisive comments about “fags” at least five times in the printed version alone and calls Lee Eastman “a wasp Jew, man, that’s the worst kind of person on earth.”

admits to lying in interviews and deflects accountability on the basis of being “just a guy” who mouths off about stuff

As for Paul, John is admittedly all over the place, swinging fairly wildly from nostalgic (reminiscing about having “a good mind like Paul’s” on his side and co-writing with their “fingers in each others’ pies”) to bitter (”Paul thought he was the Beatles,” etc).

As for the accusations that Paul was tyrannical, we’ve addressed these before (particularly in Break-Up Episode 2).  Just as Geoff Emerick, Michael Lindsay Hogg and Doug Sulpy (and even John, when he was feeling more generous) have articulated, we too feel that Paul stepped up and led the band in a time of need and deserves unequivocal credit for that.  We believe much of the subsequent complaining from the other Beatles is akin to the kind of griping one directs at a colleague who gets promoted (“who died and made you king!?”) and while some of it was likely based in genuine irritation at Paul’s communication style, much of it was probably petty.  This is why we are looking at the situation from all angles, to get a better sense of what is reality v. spin.  In any case, we don’t dispute that there were power struggles within the band.Any reader is free to choose John’s side in any/all of these battles.  But our overall takeaway from this particular interview is that John was unloading a lot of pent-up rage; against teachers, fans, Aunt Mimi, his mum, critics, Paul and anyone else who didn’t properly recognize his genius and praise him for it.

“That’s what makes me what I am. It comes out, the people I meet have to say it themselves, because we get fuckin’ kicked. Nobody says it, so you scream it: look at me, a genius, for fuck’s sake! What do I have to do to prove to you son-of-a-bitches what I can do, and who I am? Don’t dare, don’t you dare fuckin’ dare criticize my work like that. You, who don’t know anything about it.”

Based solely on Lennon Remembers, one could reasonably believe John didn’t like anyone but Yoko and Allen Klein (of whom he also speaks with reverence).  Fortunately, John gave a million other interviews in his lifetime, so even though this one is given a disproportionate amount of weight (probably b/c it is the most inflammatory and “raw”) we can compare John’s comments, behavior and art over a broad spectrum of time.  We feel this gives us a better, more thorough and more authentic portrait of John’s POV.  This is a good idea with ANY public figure, but especially important in John’s case, since, by his own admission he has a tendency to say what he feels in the moment and doesn’t necessarily stand by his own statements afterwards.

John in 1976:  “I get a bit absolute in my statements. [laughs] Which sometimes get me into deep water, and sometimes into the shallow.”

To your other point, our overall impressions about John’s feelings regarding  “loss of an intimate relationship” with Paul certainly do not hinge on Lennon Remembers, nor have we ever suggested they do.  In fact, LR is commonly used as the primary proof-point by McCartney detractors and Lennon/McCartney deniers (those who willfully and sometimes passionately  ignore and/or deny the deep love between John and Paul, as described by John and Paul themselves and everyone in their lives) that Paul was a tyrant who destroyed the Beatles with his massive ego.  

We have never disputed the existence of Paul’s ego.  But consider this: John refers to himself as an egomaniac REPEATEDLY throughout this interview.  Why is there a loud faction of people who consider John being an avowed egomaniac perfectly reasonable (sexy even!), but find it unforgivable that Paul is the same way?  Consider these excerpts from Lennon Remembers:

Do you think you will record together again?

I record with Yoko, but I’m not going to record with another egomaniac. There is only room for one on an album nowadays.

How would you assess George’s talents?

[…] Maybe it was hard for him sometimes, because Paul and I are such egomaniacs, but that’s the game.

Who do you think is good today? In any arts…

The unfortunate thing about egomaniacs is that they don’t take much attention of other people’s work. I only assess people on whether they are a danger to me or my work or not.

[Tangential]

But the Beatles were artists, and all artists have fucking’ big egos, whether they like to admit it or not […]

Yes, John rants repeatedly about Paul’s ego during this interview- while he simultaneously declares his own genius and artistic superiority over others. We find it mind-boggling how this irony continues to evade some people, but there it is.  

George Harrison has repeatedly complained about BOTH John & Paul’s egos (and their shared ego IRT “Lennon/McCartney”), but again, this is often ignored in favor of singling out Paul as the villain.  

Furthermore, it’s helpful to bear in mind when consuming Lennon Remembers that John and Yoko had received training in media-messaging by this point and were very savvy at Public Relations.  We know from people close to them that they drafted their stories in advance before offering them to the public. This fact, combined with Lennon’s tendency to “mouth off” means we have the right and responsibility to question and examine John’s claims rather than simply  parrot them mindlessly.

If you are genuinely interested in our take, we recommend our Break-Up Series. We think you will find it well-researched and thoughtful, even if you disagree with some of our conclusions.

Or if you simply dislike McCartney and find him “irritating,” that’s fine too.  Not everyone has to like everyone!

For additional discussion/analysis of Lennon Remembers, I recommend any of several threads on Erin Torkelson Weber’s site, the Historian and the Beatles.

the flawed lens of Lennon v. McCartney

Jann Wenner’s bio

how Rolling Stone shaped the breakup

discussing a podcast appearance

Thank you so much for this ask!  It is always a pleasure to share information.  Have a wonderful day.-The AKOM crew

[dreaminblue67]

Hey!😁💕 For you question game: I would like to know 2, 8, 28, 41, 67, 84 and I'm sorry these are so many!! You don't need to answer everything if you don't want to! I wish you all the best! 💖

Hey Dear❤ Thank you... its not too much;) It always makes me smile when anyone sends me tons of questions! *happy noises* so thankU<333 

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? Oh I love that feeling with my whole heart! I don’t get it very often anymore because I live in a place that hardly has anything that you could call “winter air” but when it gets cold and it smells like winter is coming... Omg, it makes me so happy:”) I just wish it would follow through and snow😠 because I miss snow! 

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? Mostly playing music on my piano or guitar. When I feel pent up, angry, sad, happy... sitting down at the piano, and just playing whatever my fingers and brain come up with for 20min, always helps my body deal with brain thoughts more smoothly;) I’m not good or anything... but its just for me.

28: sunrise or sunset? Both? lol... but Sunset<3 because mornings suck.

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving? As everyone I’m sure already knows I mostly read fanfic;) Last book I remember just loving to pieces, and enjoying diving into the world of, was Imagica by Clive Barker. I named my first fish after my favorite character in that book. That was a few years ago now though... sense then I’ve only listened to a few biographies and boring classic books that I just wanted to be able to say “Yes, I’ve read that” and some about philosophy & history and shit like that to make me think. Nothing mind blowing;) I have a growing list of good books and I am scared0.0 hehe

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? I’m very comfortable on gloomy days as long as its not making the people around me gloomy and hard to work with. Left to my own devises though, I have been known to sit in the window looking out over the dark mist and write dramatically dark and lonely poetry/song lyrics while feeling content and happy to do so;)

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? Yes & no... I want but no plans<3

[illfoandillfie]

may i have a career reading please? i just... i'm having a bit of a rough time and idek anymore. my initial is 'a' btw. thanks a lot!

Sorry this took so long! Your ask got buried under blurb requests and i only just saw it. But to make up for it, I drew a few extra cards. It’s a bit of a long post but I tried to give as much info as I could and ultimately I think it’s quite positive so hopefully you feel like it resonates!

Tarot: King of Wands, The World, Ace of Pentacles, Page of Swords, 8 of Swords, 5 of Wands, King of Pentacles, The Hanged Man, 4 of Wands, 8 of Wands

Overall these cards are pretty positive. Theres a few less positive ones but that makes sense if you’ve been having a bit of a rough time.

I’m particularly pleased with that first row. The King of Wands is related to overcoming challenges. He’s a symbol of being in control. Then there’s The World which is about completion - one cycle ends and makes way for something new, something more positive. It’s a sign that now is a good time to start something new. And then finally, the ace of pentacles. The aces are all about new opportunities and pentacles is the suit most strongly connected to career/money. So it definitely looks like the difficulties you’ve been facing are coming to an end. 

In the middle row we have the page of swords. This may mean that you’ll receive a message soon, maybe a job offer or something like that, as the pages are all messengers. Swords is the suit tied to intellect and thoughts and it’s interesting you have two swords next to each other. The 8 is one of those negative cards I mentioned, it’s about self-doubt, and letting fear get the best of you, trapping yourself because you’re too anxious to move. Funnily enough, the 5 of wands was the other real negative card. It’s a card of competition or conflict. Struggle. Together I think this row represents a warning. It’s saying don’t let a potential opportunity pass you by because you don’t feel you’re good enough or capable enough for it. The page of swords is related to curiosity and mental energy and that’s the sort of energy you should approach this possible offer/opportunity with. Don’t put yourself down, don’t let your worries take over. The offer might be unexpected but it is coming to you for a reason and the reason is that you are capable, you can thrive in this new position, as long as you put up a fight against whatever doubts you have. 

And then the last row. The king of pentacles is a great sign. Like I said before, pentacles is the suit tied to career/money and the king is the most in control of all the court positions. He is a symbol of abundance, prosperity and security. He is you in whatever this new cycle, new opportunity, is. Beside him is the hanged man which is not the card I would have expected if I’m being honest. He can be a symbol of delay or sacrifice but he can also mean a change of perspective;. There are two ways I can think to interpret that. Number 1, by changing your perspective now, you’ll open yourself up to harnessing the king of pents energy later. This is when you need to start fighting off your negative thoughts so that when the chance arises, you can take it comfortably. OR, number 2, the new opportunity is going to look different than you expect. It may be something you’ve not considered as an option for you before, it may be something that others around you would say is too risky or not good enough or a bad decision. But if you consider all the angles and come to your own conclusions, it may be exactly what you need. And then there’s the four of wands and 8 of wands which came out together. The 8 is about rapid action and movement so I would expect whatever this opportunity is, to present itself by the end of the year. The 4 is a card of celebration and peace so its saying that this thing that is coming is going to bring you peace of mind and it’ll be worth celebrating. But the 4 is also often connected to home, so this opportunity may come from someone you know, a family member, or it might be something you can do from home.

But, like I said, all in all, very positive. The cycle you’re in right now, where things feel hard, is drawing to an end and it’s going to lead to something better. 

Now to your oracles. In the middle there is a card from the Believe In Your Own Magic Deck which says Sword: make the change. In this reading I think it’s likely to be more encouragement, it’s saying don’t be afraid to step out of your comfort zone and accept something new. 

You got 2 Moonology cards - Waxing Moon: the energy is gaining momentum and Full Moon Eclipse: Conclusions are within reach. This is really just more proof that your current cycle is coming to an end and this new wave of energy, this new opportunity is on it’s way. 

You also got 2 of the cat oracles. I pulled from this deck specifically because the third piece of advice on these cards relates to work. I will write out all of the advice on both cards in case either of the relationship/life advice resonates for you as well but if you want to specifically focus on the work ones you can. 

Kitty Corleone: Inspire loyalty through fear / Play to win every time / Identify your opponents, then make them an offer they can’t refuse. The third one is the work advice and to me the opponents it mentions could be those self doubts represented by the 8 of swords. This card is tied to that 5 of wands, standing up for yourself an fighting back energy. 

Dick Whittington’s Cat: Seek your fortune in unlikely places / You’re never more than three feet away from a rat / Go to the big city and make it take notice. Again, third one is the work specific advice. Perhaps the new opportunity will come to you from the city. Or this might be a signal that you can crush it if you give yourself the chance. I’d also like to draw your attention to that first bit of advice as well. The card has it marked as relationship advice but I really feel like it ties to that page of swords/hanged man idea of a changed perspective bringing an unexpected but ultimately positive chance. 

At the bottom of the image there are 3 cards from my Arcana of Astrology deck which I got very recently. You pulled Mercury, Second House and Sagittarius. And I gotta say, all very good signs. 

Mercury is tied to communication and intelligence/logic, so very Swords energy. It is a sign that news or communication about an important issue is right around the corner (hello page of swords!). It reminds you to consider the news from multiple angles and properly think it over before you reply/make a decision. There is also a section in the guidebook that says “thoughts can be a concious action: positive ones lead to a positive attitude and negatives ones lead to a negative attitude” so I think this card also wants to remind you to keep thinking positively and don’t give into those doubts. 

Second House is where issues of finances/security live so it’s a very appropriate card for this lmao. On one hand it may be a reminder to be careful with your money but on the other it can be a sign that a windfall is coming your way, maybe in the form of a pay rise or similar. 

And then Sagittarius which in your natal chart indicates where you show great optimism/interest. Often it refers to hobbies and keeping your mind and body fulfilled outside of your every day work and chores and the like. (It can also warn that you’re spreading yourself too thin). This could be a sign that the unexpected place to look for this new opportunity is related to one of your hobbies or interests. If you’re artistically inclined, it might be something to do with art (maybe in an art gallery or as an illustrator), if you have an interest in history, it might relate to that. Keep your eyes open because it could be something completely out the blue. 

And finally, you have 3 Magic sigils. If you’re into spell work or manifestation you may want to use these sigils in your practice. Otherwise, their messages are - Healing: true healing of the mind, body and soul / Self-Confidence: String self-believe and sense of worth / Successful Career: A happy working environment, pay rises and promotions. Again I think these all confirm things the tarot cards brought up. There’s a need to free yourself and heal from doubts and anxieties, to believe in yourself. But also something good, something fulfilling and worthwhile is coming towards you.