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shotmrmiller · 1 year ago

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Needs must

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

WC: 2.1K

TW: prostitution, explicit fingering, and smut-ish.

ive got 4 other ideas for this goddamn escort au and one of em is MY BOY JOHNNY. oof i cant wait. im mad it took me this long to do this. I wrote this listening to rich sex by nicki minaj.

You had needs. No matter how magical, a toy can only do so much for you. You wanted the praise of another human being—the warm touch of their hands around your waist, your neck. God, you needed to get laid. But after the disaster that was your last relationship, how nasty it ended, you couldn’t even ring your ex-girlfriend up for a booty call.

Sucking your teeth, you look at your phone. Noon. Well, maybe one of your friends you’re about to meet up with for a weekly Saturday brunch knew someone who would be interested in a no-strings-attached situationship.

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Flipping the card in your hands, you chewed on your bottom lip in deliberation and looked down at the business card— the color of bone with raised black lettering. Ghost, it read, with his number on the back. How you ended up with this in your hand made you almost regret having reprobates for friends. An escort. That’s what they had shamelessly suggested. You had almost choked on your eggs benedict when one of them pulled out a contact card from their wallet and placed it by your mimosa. I mean, really. Preparing to argue about their lack of sense, they brought up a great point. It was either this, someone who was there for what you needed whenever you needed it, or your toys which were in a pathetic state from constant use. Your ex called it quits because you simply couldn't find the time to maintain a proper relationship— your demanding job took up most of it. You couldn’t believe you were about to do this.

Ghost. What a name. But you suppose it didn’t matter what his name was, only that he could do his job, and with the way your friend gushed over him— he’d leave you walking side to side. You needed this. You worked too hard for too many hours to not spend your money on some self-care.

Fuck it. Maybe he will be just a one-time thing, you thought, and sent his number a text.

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Closing the door of your car, you briskly walk towards the small cafe Ghost had sent the address to; A cute little quaint coffee shop. Coming to a stop, you straighten your office skirt and run a hand through your hair before opening the door. Breathing in the coffee aroma, you look around for who you’re looking for, spotting him sitting in the back. The click of your heels echoes inside the cafe, catching the attention of your awaiting companion. He looks up and rises to stand, and it takes you aback. It was like witnessing a grizzly standing on its hind legs. Jesus.

He was tall, so tall, and broad. Wearing a black beanie and covering the lower half of his face with a mask, he extends his arm out to shake your hand, and you internally scream at how shapely his arm alone looks over his long-sleeved shirt.

“I’m Ghost. It’s a pleasure, love.”

Choking back a moan at his accent, you put your hand in his and say, “No, I’m sure it’ll be all mine.” You can see his dark eyes crinkle at your quip.

“If we get through this smoothly, the next time we meet I’ll make sure of it.”

As you let out a playful laugh, Ghost reaches for the back of your chair, pulling it out with a chivalrous gesture. “And a gentleman? You definitely know how to sell yourself.”

“No, love. This is just a common courtesy. I don’t need t’tell you that I’m good,” and in one smooth motion, he extracts a sleek, forest green matte folder from the leather business bag lying at his feet.

“I need this filled out, just the usual— hard and soft limits. Safewords, nicknames, allergies, and so on.” You pick up the folder and open it, skimming over the contents of the front page.

“This really is your job.” You flick your eyes from the folder to him and he’s already looking at you, watchful and steady.

“O’ course it is. I take my clients, and future clients, seriously. I enjoy wha’ I do but it will never be at the cost of another. I will not make you uncomfortable in any way, nor risk your health. I aim to please you, not the other way around. And I cannot do tha’ if I don’t know tha’ you’re allergic to latex or completely against something I might do.”

He gives a slight cough, and you divert your attention from the paper and meet his gaze. “What’s a pretty thing like you seeking out someone who offers these types of services?” and a lighthearted chuckle escapes you.

“The same reason the one who gave me your card did— just looking for a good time, no commitment.”

He raises his eyebrows at that but makes no further comment. Smart man. Glancing at your wrist, you check the time. “Right,” and lean forward to get up when Ghost shoots up from his chair to pull out yours. “I’ll have your folder ready for you by the weekend,” and turn your head to face him.

“Is that when you’ll want this, then?” and you give a casual shrug.

“If you happen to be available.” He reaches out and gently grabs your hand to pull you in for a tight embrace. Softly, he whispers in your ear, “I’ll be seeing you then, love.”

You leave with a silly little grin on your face.

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The weekend comes and you’re a puddle of nerves. You can’t remember the last time someone made you this anxious. The knock on your door startles you out of your inner ramblings. It’s time. Taking in a deep, calming breath, you open it.

Ghost calmly walks in, and starts taking off his mask, and then leather jacket.

“I’ve one absolute limit I forgot to mention,” he says in a firm tone. “I do not kiss. It is not a negotiation.”

Well, you couldn’t give a damn if he didn’t. Nonchalantly, you shrug and say, “And mine is that we always use a condom.” With a nod and a chuckle, he eagerly grabs the folder from your table and starts flipping through its pages.

“A’right, love. Go get on the bed f’me.” The smirk he gives you is positively wicked. “I saw tha’ you have like to be told wha’ to do.” He jerks his chin towards your room. “And take everything off.” With nervous excitement, you run off, haphazardly tossing your clothes on the floor.

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Eyes covered with a blindfold, all you hear is your shaky breathing and his footsteps on your plush rug. Your nerves feel exposed, raw. As you lie on the bed, you suddenly feel a firm grip on the flesh of your thighs, causing your skin to break out in goosebumps. The room's cool air contrasts with the warm heat radiating from his touch, pulling a hiss from your lips as he pulls you toward the edge of the bed.

“Atta girl, love. Open your legs f’me, lemme see that pretty pussy.” The lack of eyesight helps you to focus on his touch alone, making you fearless, and your legs drop open without hesitation as you lie on your back.

“Look at tha’. Aren’t you just a dream? Hm?” he puts his hands on your knees, keeping your thighs open, wet cunt exposed. “And you waxed, too. Hope tha’ wasn’t f’me.” You feel a fingertip slide from your hood, down to your clit and hole, spreading your juices around the labia and back up. Your nerves are on fire, your pussy clenching around nothing, forcing juices to drip down to your arsehole.

“A’right, pretty. Touch yourself. Shove your tiny little fingers into your,” he pauses to suck the skin of your inner thigh, “cunt and show me how to make you feel good.” He then moves his mouth closer to where you need it most, and bites. Are you defying me? Did you suddenly become deaf as well, once I blindfolded you?” and you aggressively shake your head.

“No! No, sir. I hear you, loud and clear.” With a tight squeeze to your thighs, he says, “Then do as I say.” Moaning, you slowly bring your hand down, starting from your chest. Your palms rub against your pebbled nipples, down to your soft stomach, until your fingertips meet your swollen nub, then move in soft, tight circles, mewling at the feeling. The groan that reaches your ears is so lewd, you could come from that alone.

“Tha’s it, baby. You’re doing so well. Look at how wet you are, fuck, show me just how you like it.” And you do. A vulgar noise comes from your hole once you stuff yourself with one finger, slowly stretching, before adding another. It’s something, but not enough, not what you want. Not thick enough, long enough, and that thought makes you whimper in disappointment.

“Aw, are your fingers not satisfying? I’ll help you, sweet, only because you look so delicious spread out f’me like this. So vulnerable, bare.” His breath fans over your cunt, over your clit, and it sends a jolt up your spine— but he doesn’t move, doesn’t touch. It feels like you’ve been waiting for hours until he finally, finally, pushes a thick finger into you, and curls it, rubbing against the right spot, over and over, and then pushes in a second, threatening to tip you over the peak. The feeling is intense —your walls clench around him firmly in your rising pleasure.

“Oh, g-god, Ghost pleasepleaseplease,” squealing as you fuck yourself on his hand, and when your hypersensitive nerves pick up on the sensation of his scorching mouth on your clit, with a pulsating suction, your muscles tighten and tremble, to the point of pain, until Ghost gives one hard suck, forcibly pushing you off the edge. The wail you let out is ear-splitting— as ecstasy slams into your body, like waves crashing at shore. Your thighs squeeze Ghost’s head irrationally tight, but he doesn’t care, just groaning into your core, lapping up your juices like a dehydrated man who’s found an oasis. Your body stings— prickles from the vicious high you’re riding—chest heaving with sobs from the sheer force of it, fingernails digging into Ghost’s scalp, yanking on his hair. As your soul melts back into your body, you absentmindedly thank all the bloody gods for having friends who really do look out for you.

Whimpering pathetically, your limbs go limp, loose, heavy. Ghost easily picks your body up and moves you toward the center of the bed, vertically, the blindfold still robbing you of your vision.

With a grunt of effort, his hand firmly settles by your ribcage, sinking into the softness of the bed, and then he slips a folded pillow beneath your hipbones, expertly arching your spine into a delicious angle. His hand firmly connects with your rear, not just once but twice, feeling the exquisite sting of it. The room falls into silence, only to be interrupted by the clinking sound of his belt buckle. Your body tenses as you hear the unmistakable sound of plastic being torn open, and then you feel his thick and warm shaft teasing your entrance. A moan escapes your lips as he penetrates you, his movements slow and sensual, until his hipbones press against your backside. Taking his time, he slowly pulls back his length, dragging it against your slick walls, before pushing forward again, covering your body with his own. His right hand is flat on the bed by your right shoulder, while his left curls around your neck, gently forcing your head to tilt back onto him. The tip of his head grinds against the entrance of your womb.

He moans softly into your ear, before quietly purring, “Let’s see how many more orgasms I can wring out of you, pet.” The tightening of his makeshift necklace around your throat is your first and last warning of what is to come.

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He pulled four. Four gut-wrenching, shattering orgasms before finding his own release. He left you a drooling, sloppy, sweaty mess on your bed, completely languid and relaxed. Somewhere, you faintly hear your phone ping with a notification. Hissing as you get up, you limp to your living room, and see it on the sofa. Unlocking it, you see that it’s Ghost, sending you his Cash App information. Holding in a chickle, you send him his money and wait for his confirmation.

It was a real pleasure, doll. Let me know when you need me again.

Cackling to yourself, you place your phone back on the table.

Bastard.

He knows you’ll definitely be seeing him again.

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mypimpademia · 2 years ago

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TW: Slightly suggestive

LATE NIGHT DRIVES WITH KATSUKI are the only therapy you’ll ever need. You always get stressed when you’re frantically texting him as you put on your shoes, getting ready to sneak out of your back door and sprint to his car. But the moment you pull open his car door, the smell of his citrus scented freshener flooding your senses, nothing else matters but the two of you.

You take his phone and put in the password, immediately going to put on your shared playlist as he pulls away from the curb in front of your house. The gas station is always your first stop, he fills up on gas while you take the cash out of the cup holder and go in to buy snacks. Two bags of Takis, two Arizonas, and a pack of gummy worms. It was such a regular thing that the clerk at the front always knows your total before ringing it up.

You’d drive aimlessly for hours, on highways, backroads, emptied main streets, ending up hours away from home without even realizing. The music bounced around, your tastes meshing together. From Ice Spice and Nicki Minaj to Deftones and Flyleaf, you either sang along or let the music do the talking for you.

These nights were your favorite. But your favorite part of the night was when you found somewhere to park. Somewhere that had a perfect view of the moon and cityscape, a cool breeze to cut through the warm summer air, and the smell a grass. Somewhere that had you turning down the radio and cracking open the windows to listen to bugs, animals, and the distant bustle of the city. Somewhere you could finally rip open your snacks and crack open your drinks, and talk for hours and hours about everything and nothing.

Somewhere you can talk about yourselves, talk about others, talk about each other, talk about love, talk about hate, talk about the world, talk about the universe.

Somewhere you can laugh, cry, fight, love, scream, whisper.

You’d always find sanctuary in his back seats, with the rows laid back and covered in layers of blankets that he always kept in his trunk for nights like this. Entertaining yourselves by using it as a change of scenery for your conversation, or watching movies, or playing games, or obscenities that you wouldn’t dare mention to anyone else that happened to sit back there.

Towards the end of it all, you’d be sitting in silence. Not on your phones, or watching the long forgotten movie, or playing video games. Sometimes, you were in a tangled mess of sweaty limbs, but regardless of if you were clothed or not, the night always ended the same.

The sun would break through the dark sky, and you’d both scramble, shoving the sheets to the back and setting the back row of seats into place. He’d give you the last of his chips, or his gummy worms, or his Arizona, before starting the car up, determined to get you home before anyone woke up and noticed your absence. It worried you too, the first few times at least. But you trusted him then, and you trust him even more now. You’d never once been home too late, getting caught sneaking back in through the back door.

And Katsuki never once failed to say,

“Same time tomorrow night?”

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derangedbookworm · 1 year ago

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ok guys, here are some of my marauders headcanons. they're pretty modern (mentions of modern artists, technology, and media), and are not hogwarts/canon specific. i think the only ships i directly mention are dorlene, marylily, jily, and rosekiller, but they also aren't specific to any ship. i'll also add picrews of how i imagine each of them.

also, hey! if you don't agree with some of these, that's ok! please do not come into my tags or ask box hating just bc you don't agree! thank you!

(tw: colleen hoover mentions 😔)

~marlene: -lesbian -irish (galway or derry) (she and peter grew up together, and were childhood best friends) -i also love filipino marlene (i literally cannot decide anything) -very blonde hair -has hetechromia (one blue eye and one green eye) -she has cystic acne (dorcas thinks it's so hot) (me too dorcas) -LOVES messy buns with her entire being -cannot sing for the life of her -girl in red -renee rapp -5'8 -she and dorcas like to match outfits -her favorite color is orange -most septum piercing to ever septum pierce

~mary: -pansexual ~colombian (she speaks spanish) (her and james talk shit all the time) ~black (her skin is really dark) -has rosacea (you can't really see it bc her skin is dark, but when it gets hot she gets RED) -she likes wearing her natural hair (in the summer she gets protective styles though) -hazel eyes -showtunes and chappell roan -5'7 -waitress and wicked are her favorite musicals (she thinks glenda and elphaba should have been lesbians) (doesn't everybody?) -loves experimenting with makeup -yellow is her favorite color -wants to wear a yellow sun dress and go frolic in a meadow (real)

~lily: -bisexual -has curtain bangs for sure -scottish or irish (probably scottish) (and she speaks gaelic) -cheek dimples -she's a ginger so she freckles super easily (they're mary's favorite physical attributes of lily's) -anne of green gables (gilbert and anne are such a jily varient) -ambidextrous -she can sing really well -5'6 -PLUS SIZED LILY MY LOVE (i feel very strongly about this) (she's my baby) (i love her so much) -green eyes -six, waitress, and ride the cyclone are her favorite musicals -olivia rodrigo and maisie peters -loves experimenting with makeup -wears very boring clothes (never wears graphic tees or anything like that) (dresses like a beige mom most of the time) (it's ok though) (we forgive her) -her make up always eats (it has not missed once) (her eyeshadow and eyeliner skills are unmatched) -chappell roan

~dorcas: -lesbian -has a very wide nose (marlene worships it, so i had to give it an honorary mention) -5'10 -sza -wears a few different styles, but box braids are her favorite -doesn't actually wear that much makeup (probably just does mascara and eyeliner) -eyebrow piercing -BILLIE EILISH -very dark brown eyes (almost black) -lets pandora try different makeup looks on her and dress her up all the time -naturally very clear skin (marlene is jealous)

~pandora: -pansexual/queer/demisexual (i literally cannot choose) -probably polyamorous as well (she just loves) -black (lightskinned) -she and evan both have vitiligo -5'5 -blonde dreads (her and evan both) -loves those star and heart shaped pimple patches (she wears them even if she doesn't have a pimple) -pink doc martens and those valentines converse -either pheobe bridgers, penelope scott, gracie abrams, or ppcocaine, meg thee stallion, nicki minaj (and there's no in between) -sza -strawberries are her favorite food (she LOVES them) (wears clothes with strawberry patterns, watched strawberry shortcake growing up, strawberry flavored candy is her favorite) -refuses to wear wireless earbuds (1. she's scared one would fall out and she'd lose it) (2. she likes the aesthetic of wired ones better) -autism -light brown eyes -tooth gap (😍) -rock collection

~evan: -gay/asexual (i can't decide) -vitiligo -ocd -i love trans evan as well as cis evan -5'10 -black (lightskinned) -he and pandora have matching jewellery and he wears it all the time -the best brother EVER tbh -would literally kill someone who looked at panda wrong -snake bite piercings (he got them as a dare but ended up loving them) (barty also loves them) (they're so bad for your teeth though 😔) -his favorite color is pink but he pretends it's light blue (he's fooling no one) -blonde dreads -light brown eyes -deviated septum (he hates it but barty loves it) -nirvana, korn, and slipknot

~barty: -pansexual or unlabeled -italian -mullet (the underside is died neon green, and the top is black with some green highlights) -6'2 -raised catholic -BLUE eyes (seriously, someone get this man some brown contacts) -wears those collar chokers unironically (evan secretly loves it) -piercings everywhere (eyebrows, bridge, septum, tongue, ears)(evan won't let him get an albert though) (he's afraid it would get infected/heal wrong) -his favorite color is dark forest green -black clothes (he doesn't own any other color istg) -graphic tees and wife beaters -ripped black skinny jeans -black doc martens but he colors the yellow lining in with sharpie bc he doesn't like it -low-key kind of emo -metalhead but secretly enjoys all genres of music -ethel cain (was raised queer and catholic) -mother mother -mama's boy -him and evan are so fucking freaky (it's actually insane)

~regulus: -gay -autistic (got the good at school autism) -chronic insomnia -5'9 -loves oscar wilde -him and remus DESPISE colleen hoover (me too) -wireless headphones (probably beats bc he's rich) -half-deaf in his right ear, and no one knows why or how -left-handed but was forced to write with his right so he uses his right

-the original sad boi poetry writer -french -gray eyes -gets hot super easily and turns red -but has poor circulation in his hands (he's so me) -hozier -paris paloma (no one knows, don't ask) -ethel cain -loves greek mythology (his favorites are icarus, and pyramus and thisbe) (he just loves doomed love) (i may be projecting a little) -evan and barty have asked him for a threesome at least once -on earth we're briefly gorgeous, the picture of dorian gray, the song of achilles, and a good girl's guide to murder

~james: -pansexual -bpd -adhd or audhd -6'1 -desi (monty) and latino (effie) (i couldn't decide so now he's both ❤) -only wears gold jewelry -speaks spanish -listens to traditional music and abba -taylor swift and hozier -super smart but got burnt out by the time he was 13/14 -bluey and paw patrol (tell me i'm wrong) (this man would eat up paw patrol) (marshall and chase would be his favorites) (and everyone loves bluey) -has the best singing voice of the group -a singular lobe piercing -his favorite color is red -VERY long lashes (the girls are so jealous) -scared of deep bodies of water and abandonment (omg reggie?) -prettiest hazel eyes you've ever seen -can dance really well -red converse -big pants, little shirt typa guy

~sirius: -bisexual or demisexual -french -gray/blue eyes -anxiety disorder and seasonal depression -cptsd -5'8/5'9 (he's shorter than regulus) (i have decided it) -freckles that only come out in the summer -poor circulation in his feet -left-handed -black converse and doc martens -draws on his converse -has a tattoo of the leo constellation on his chest (right above his heart) (☺) -is math and science smart -can't write for the life of him -pheobe bridgers, boygenius, conan gray, and olivia rodrigo -hozier -metallica and dream theatre -band t-shirts and ripped black skinny jeans -leather bracelets -double lobe, septum, and lip piercings

~remus: -gay -welsh -dyslexic -very tan skin and freckles -scared of heights -english and history smart -colleen hoover's biggest hater (real) -6'4 -scoliosis -chronic migraines -ren (go listen to him rn, he's amazing) -david bowie -brown eyes (hazel or dark brown, depending on his mood) -hates red velvet cake but loves chocolate (?) -greek mythology (likes medusa, and achilles and patroclus) -grandpa sweaters and cardigans -levi jeans and fuck-boy pajama pants -sleeper build -awkward as hell -fucking loser (and we love him for it) -bde -song of achilles, they both die at the end, the fault in our stars, the invisible life of addie larue, the picture of dorian gray, and the seven husbands of evelyn hugo

~peter: -omnisexual/straight/unlabeled -irish (galway or derry) -or german -learning disability -anxiety disorder -5'7 -plus sized -his hair is almost brown but still kinda dirty blonde -green/hazel eyes -favorite color is yellow or orange -probably listens to basic white girl music, or rap (idk which one😭) -like, he's either listening to taylor and ariana or he's listening to kendrick and tupac (i don't make the rules 🤷) (both are great anyways so it doesn't really matter) -wears button up shirts and khakis (his parents were super religious and proper growing up, and he hasn't been able to kick the habit) -loves christmas but hates new years -would be fantastic in american football (trust me on this one) (he's a little short but he'd do great) -he's an only child, but he grew up in a more suburban area, so he had lots of neighbors (marlene) -his parents struggled to conceive, and he was a rainbow baby after 2-3 miscarriages (he and james are kinda similar in that sense)

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theepisceswriter · 2 years ago

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UNTITLED — TOJI FUSHIGURO

♡ Synopsis: Your shitty emotionally unavailable boyfriend who only has a dick to offer you returns

♡ A/N: This was a quick lil 1AM creative writing drabble that turned into more than it should've. I'm a sucker for deadbeat Toji so I'm always writing him sawry. Also someone help me with a title for this because I can't think of one to save my soul.

♡ W.C: 1.4k

♡ TW: F!Reader, dirty talk, penetrative sex, doggy style, afab body parts, it gets kinda angsty towards the end. Enjoy 18+ bookies!!

You swore you had self control. Hell, some of those closest to you would even say that you’ve helped give them a sense of self control. Years of trials and tribulations that could’ve been avoided if only you put your desires to the back of your mind is what you have to thank for the wisdom you carried.

Or that you thought you carried.

Years of self discipline were thrown away the moment the raven haired heart bandit showed up on your front door with that signature smirk on his scarred lip that let you know he was up to no good. But then again, when was he ever doing anything good? It was him and being put through the wringer of a long term relationship (if you could even call it that) at one point in your life that led to the journey of you rediscovering yourself. You were nowhere near the same woman you were when he ghosted you all those months ago and he knew that which is why he was back. And you knew that too.

Soon as you out of people's lives and start doing good is when they start to miss you, or whatever it was Nicki Minaj said.

“No, I’m not doing this again–” You began to slam the door shut, but of course you were no match for Toji’s strength. In one swift movement he was inside of your apartment with the door closed and locked behind him. To be fair, you didn’t put up much of a fight or restraint. Whether you did so intentionally or not was up for debate.

“You know you missed me.” He teased in a sing-song like voice. Slick like a fox, his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you close against his chiseled chest. So close that you could feel the erratic thumping of his heart in his chest and body heat radiating off of him. Was he nervous?

Before your lips could even part to ask him a question or chastise him for holding you in such a loving manner like he didn’t basically abandon your relationship months prior; he spoke up first.

“I missed you.” His voice is a whisper and a reply from you is stunted once more by him when you feel the soft caress of his knuckles against your cheekbones. They lit up red with each lingering touch, a delicate side to him that you weren't able to see often. A smile forming on his lips knowing he still had you under his effect

If you knew it was this easy for you to fall back into your ex-lover’s warm embrace then you wouldn’t have even moved from the couch when you first heard the doorbell ring.

But, it was too late for all that pondering because your mind was already made. If anything, your mind didn’t have the capacity to think at all at that moment; the moment now moved to the bedroom where you were situated at the edge of the bed with white knuckles from how hard you were gripping the sheets while the madman behind you delivered the most lethal backshots to your sopping cunt.

“Oh FUCK, Toji, just like that, baby!” You did your best to moan out through clenched teeth while biting down on your silk satin pillowcase. Just like clockwork, you were back to oh so fondly screaming his name like he never left. Toji was enjoying every last bit of this. You could tell by the sultry smirk that grazed his lips, threatening to be broken every second by the low growls that left his lips. He was doing his best to contain them, but that was almost impossible from how good your slick walls felt clenching around his girthy cock. And he wasn’t even all the way inside of you yet.

“You kept this pussy nice and tight for me while I’ve been away, haven’t you baby?” SMACK! His large calloused hand came gripping down on your asscheek, his fingers firmly dimpling the soft skin before landing another blow. And then another. And then another until he built up a rhythm similar to the one you had going while you fucked yourself on his cock with little help from his mercy thrusts.

“Answer me, cmon you’re a big girl I know you can use your words.” SMACK!

“Yes–OH! Fuck yes, I’ve been waiting on you. Nobody else can fuck me like you can.” You confessed in a moment of vulnerability, eyes shutting on instinct when his dick hit a new sensitive fleshy part inside of your pussy that left you shrieking into the covers. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you moved in a position where it was easier for you to throw your ass back on him while still maintaining your balance – for however long that would last.

“Good girl.” He awarded you with a grunt, handing coming down to smack your ass one more time before he placed both of his hands behind his head. Watching intently where his cock connected to your poor stretched-out hole that was gripping on tightly to his throbbing member every time he moved his hips back.

Through hooded eyes you looked behind you to be met with a scene porn studios wish they portray as sexy on screen; Sweat crystals glistened across Toji’s chest, his raven hair was pressed firmly against his forehead with sweat almost covering his eyes, and cockiness reeked from his body as he thrusts into you with swirling hip movements with no hands to level himself. Making sure you remembered why you crowned him as your best sex experience.

Even with both of his hands behind his head, the loss of leverage didn’t stop him from delivering lethal thrusts to your pussy. If anything it allowed him the correct angle to bottom out in you which sent you and your poor cervix into a frenzy. The slight sharpness of pain mixed with pleasure was all too much for you after not having sex for so long. Instinctively, your hand went to his lower abdomen, slightly grazing his fuzzy happy trail, and attempted to slow his brutal pace just a bit, but he was quick to shut that down.

“Move your hand.” With the same velocity he had shown your ass cheeks minutes later, he was doing the same with your hand and made sure to pin both of your arms behind your lower back. It was something about seeing you squirm underneath him that made him forget just how crazy you were able to drive him at times.

Your presence was intoxicating to him and it was scary. If he had the ability to be honest with himself then he would realize that there was truly nothing more he wanted in life than to have you by his side, protecting and providing for you 24/7. He would even go as far as saying he wanted commitment, but how could he when his actions didn’t match his thinking?

He wished, almost down on his knees praying one night, that he could have the emotional availability to love you how you deserved to be. And at this moment, with your bare back now pressed against his solid chest and one of his hands clad around your neck to keep you close to him, it felt as if his tender fantasy could be a reality. One could only hope.

You had no idea of the tender thoughts swarming his mind, but they manifested physically through soft touches you wouldn’t expect from Toji like the gentle kiss he just placed upon your forehead. It was a juxtaposition to the hate you had been brewing for him in your head for the last couple of months, how could you betray yourself like this? You didn’t have time at this moment to question why you held onto this false hope of a relationship between you and Toji. You just wanted to enjoy the time you were spending with him now, even though it was far from idealistic because you had no idea when he would be in your presence again.

Maybe in that instant both of your tender thoughts aligned subconsciously; The two of you finding yourselves gazing at each other lovingly in the midst of lust and connecting your lips for a passionate kiss neither of you wanted to break away from, ever.

#Spicy.#toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro fanfic #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fanfic #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen fanfic

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rosemarie333 · 2 months ago

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The Goddess of Beauty: Hips, Dips and All

TW: BODY IMAGERY: BODY DISMORPHIA: ED

Hello everyone! I hope your day is going well. I have had this thought in mind for quite some time, and I want to post about goddesses and the cross-cultural depictions of beauty. In astrology, Venus is the planet of love, fertility, beauty, and harmony. However, within the depictions, cross-culturally, it seems like she is depicted as a full-figured woman with hips, dips, and all (I know all these women are not called Venus, but when I say that, I mean the goddesses of Beauty). But, within the times now, it seems that women whose bodies are full-figured are often hated and told to "lose weight" to fit the skinny heroin chic or the BBL body and skinny waist. It's extremely unattainable for all women, and I want women from every corner of life to not feel bad for their bodies, as all bodies are beautiful.

Let me show you depictions of the goddess of beauty across the diaspora.

Aphrodite (Greece):

Venus of Willendorf (found in Austria):

Kichijoten (Japan):

Lakshmi and Parvati (India):

Oshun (Africa):

Venus (Italy):

There are a lot more depictions of beauty as well.

These depictions of beauty are very vast and all different (due to cross cultures). I just wanted to note the different versions of beauty, and how each version of beauty is not lesser than the next.

Within America's standards' however, I want to note some famous women who are beautiful within the standards and some of their words about their journey's and struggles with this topic.

Bella Hadid

" I always ask myself, how did a girl with incredible insecurities, anxiety, depression, body-image issues, eating issues, who hates to be touched, who has intense social anxiety—what was I doing getting into this business"

“I wish I had kept the nose of my ancestors,” she says. “I think I would have grown into it.”

“I’d pack my little lunch with my three raspberries, my celery stick. I was just trying, I realize now, to feel in control of myself when I felt so out of control of everything else.”

We also know her relationship with her mother Yolanda, and how harsh she was to both Bella and Gigi about their eating habits :(

Beyonce:

"I remember when I started hearing people criticise me after I had put on some weight. I was 19"

"During my recovery, I gave myself self-love and self-care, and I embraced being curvier. I accepted what my body wanted to be."

"I think it’s important for women and men to see and appreciate the beauty in their natural bodies. That’s why I stripped away the wigs and hair extensions and used little makeup for this shoot."

Marylin Monroe:

Quotes from someone close to her:

A common ‘Marilyn quote’ that seems to pop up a lot on social media is “Don’t worry if you’re not a size 0. It’s society who’s ugly.”

Marilyn actually stuck to a rather extreme diet regimen to maintain her tiny frame, with her weight fluctuating quite frequently.

Jennifer Lawrence

In article: Lawrence then told Harper’s Bazaar UK that she was told by people in the industry (when she was younger) that she was fat.

“Today, if anybody even tries to whisper the word ‘diet,’ I’m like, ‘You can go f*** yourself.'”

Rihanna

“But, you know, it comes with a price. You want to have a butt, then you have a gut.”

Demi Moore

Her experience with a photographer at 14.

“The perfect example is when I was told to lose weight multiple times. The producer pulled me aside. It was very embarrassing and humiliating. But that’s just one thing."

Jennie Kim

Some comments under the post:

"Why does it look like you're pregnant?"

"She needs CK team to photoshop her bloatedness"

"Either she has a bloated stomach or is preggy with g-drugon ijbol"

Nicki Minaj

In the article: “There are questions that you can’t just google,” she explained. “Every day a mom has to wake up and be a supermom no matter what they’re faced with. It’s gotten so easy to be alone physically, where young people spend 12, 16 hours a day in their rooms on their phones, looking at these false realities, comparing themselves. I’ve seen artists gone way too soon, and I wonder if that could have been avoided if they’d just had the chance to talk about what they were going through.”

These are women who are considered beautiful, and these are their experiences with body issues, shaming, and the culture surrounding health.

I know that these depictions of beauty are across different cultures, and they speak from a different period than what we are now, but why shouldn’t these depictions of beauty be embraced today? These different varieties of beauty should be celebrated, not restricted. All these depictions are different varieties, not a one-size-fits-all-all, why do women have to restrict and fight for a body they do not have to be seen as beautiful? Body standards change over time, and it's crazy to force women into this form of beauty when all these forms of beauty depicted earlier are of Venus, goddesses of beauty, fertility, love, and harmony.

To anyone reading this, I just want you to know that you should not force yourself or restrict yourself to fit a standard that is not meant for you. Your beauty is not a one-size-fits-all-all, nor should your body be.

#beauty #yall are amazing #all of y'all are bad bitches idcccc

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blububs · 2 months ago

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My life is literally The Truman Show but people are trying to make it seem like they don't know me and that I am delusional. TW

You know that song by Alessia Cara, I'll be here, that song is about me. My friends, the people who were trafficking me, insisted that I go to a party when I didn't want to go. This was towards the end of them sex trafficking me because I was refusing to do anything they asked. I didn't want to date anymore, I didn't want to hang out anymore, and I didn't want to go to parties or clubs anymore. So they insisted that I go to this party, to the point where I felt forced to go and I brought with me one of the books that I had to read for class. And at the party I had brought the book inside and at the first chance where everybody was in conversations with each other and nobody was talking to me I found a spot on the couch and opened my book and started reading. And that's how I spent my time at the party.

Anyways, it could just be her experience that she was singing about. But I believe that the whole world knows about my family sex trafficking me and the majority of people are okay with it. And I believe that most of the Stars know. Kendrick Lamar, Sza, Beyoncè, Nicki Minaj, and probably stars that I don't know or don't even listen to. Imagine Dragons, their song is about me.

I guess I'm sort of like a muse. People get inspiration from my story. But what happened after Truman found out? How does he live his life knowing that not only the people who he loves and trusted the most to betrayed him but the whole world sat and watched? Where do you live after that? How do you trust after that? I feel like they don't give a sequel because in the sequel he would be mentally ill and suicidal. In the sequel, the filming will continue because the producers only know filming, the audience only knows watching and his friends and family only know betrayal. So they will be attempting to film as much as possible without him there. Then other people will continue to give information to the show. The doctor that he sees will betray him and break HIPPA laws in order to inform the audience on how he's doing.

That's what's happening with me. Although the show is over, every person that I interact with, fishes for information so that they can feed it back to the audience. So that they can get a spot on TV. And yeah I know it's not TV, I know it's probably some weird website, but that's what they're looking for, they're looking for fame and I'm just looking to survive.

#did osdd #ramcoa #agoraphobia #complex ptsd #torture based mind control #tw trafficking #gangstalking #itbc survivor #itbc #the truman show #it's real #i'm doomed #this life is horrendous

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playgroundfadings · 3 years ago

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i saw your post about the slashers playing just dance, and jasons got me thinking about: what if the slashers came home to you singing along pretty vulgar songs? like cupcakke- i just think it would be funny

saijfdhfdu pls this has me wheezing just thinking about their reactions. I hope you will enjoy this honey boo <333

TW: not beta read, cursing and slightly NSFW (songs lyrics).

|| Reacting to their SO singing vulgar songs ||

Featuring Michael, Thomas, Brahms, Jason and Yautja

Michael Myers

After a long day of work, you’re finally relaxing with some wine and music in the background. Anaconda by Nicki Minaj starts playing, and you’re singing along.

Normally, Michael would already be gone by this time, so you gave your all in this performance, believing you’re alone.

It just so happen that Michael makes himself known right as the lyrics ‘’this dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles’’ comes.

And now that just catch his attention. The rest of the lyrics are vulgar at best, and he scoffs.

You nearly jump off your skin, because you never heard him enter the living room. Lowkey ashamed he heard you sing.

Michael doesn’t care what kind of song you listen to, really. But he will tease you.

Thomas Hewitt

For the sake of this, let’s say the movie happened in recent years, because I don’t know songs from the 70s.

You’ve always appeared to be such a soft, calm person. Someone who could do no wrong.

So when Thomas comes up from the basement after hearing your voice, curious about you were doing, what he hears makes him pause.

This can't be right, you would never say things like that.

‘’My B-I-T-C-H is on my dick like this’’ and you even give a little hip thrust in the air.

That’s something he expects from Hoyt, not from you.

Then you jump and yelp when you notice Thomas, who’s staring at you with eyes the size of saucers.

Has to wrap his mind around the fact you’re not as innocent as he believed.

Brahms Heelshire

It was an honest mistake from your part. You should have introduced Brahms to more modern music. So you don’t really blame him for his reaction when he caught you singing Need to know by Doja Cat.

‘’I heard from a friend of a friend that that dick was a ten out of ten’’ what friend??? Which dick????

Brahms will instantly believe you’re talking about Malcolm. To his knowledge, the delivery boy is the only other man around you.

‘’Are you cheating on me??’’ ‘’Huh?’’

Ensue a series of questions, until you realize what he’s talking about.

Making him listen to the song is quite an experience. A mix of intrigue, horror and disgust plays in Brahms’ eyes.

Let’s say he’s not a fan of crass songs, but he wouldn’t mind trying some of the stuff mentioned in the lyrics with you.

Jason Voorhees

The first time he heard you sing CPR by Cupcakke, he nearly had a heart attack.

‘’TIGHT AS A VIRGIN BOY DON’T GET NERVOUS TIIIIIGHT’’

What do you mean, you save dick by giving it CPR???

Will rush to the radio to either turn down the volume, or completely shut down the device.

In his eyes, you are perfect. An angel sent from heaven. So hearing such crude words from you gives him whiplash.

He will never stop you from doing things you enjoy, but he might ask you to not blast such songs in the cabins.

Or, at the very least, wear headphones.

Yautja (predator)

The human language is way too complicated in his opinion.

But he does find it interesting how many words can be used to reference something.

Especially when you scream ‘’I WANT YOU TO PARK THAT BIG MACK TRUCK RIGHT IN THIS LITTLE GARAGE’’ at the top of your lungs while doing the dishes.

And how mortified you look when you realize he’s been standing right behind you all this time while you gave your best performance of WAP.

Male Yautjas can be crude amongst themselves, so he really doesn’t blame you for the vulgarities you sing.

Though, your mate will probably poke fun at you and the song’s silly lyrics.

#michael myers #micheal myers x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms heelsire x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #jason voorhees #jason vorhees x reader #yautja #yautja x reader #my writing #headcanon #request #slashers

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headintheclouds-posts · 3 years ago

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TW: Mentions of sick and alcohol, mainly crack!

[22:45] - Shouts and laughter filled your apartment as you square up to your boyfriend, a grin playing on his lips. You don’t know how many drinks you had consumed at this point, but you had drunkenly decided to announce to the whole room that you could out-rap your boyfriend…Changbin…the rapper known for his speed and talents. What where you thinking!!! Still filled with confidence you look your boyfriend dead in the eyes and ask him if he’s too scared to battle you. He exhaled lightly and placed his hands on both of your shoulders, ‘oh it’s on baby’ he growled causing you to redden in the cheeks at how unapologetically attractive he is. ‘You got this y/n’ Felix shouted from the corner of the room, voice laced with doubt as you threw him a nervous smile. ‘Pull yourself together y/n, you can do this, confidence is key….confidence is key’ you thought, trying to somehow re-imagine yourself as the next Nicki Minaj, but with absolutely no talents whatsoever when it came to rap and now your battling Changbin of all people. ‘Shall we flip a coin’ Bangchan shouts over the chatter of the room, you both smile and nod, Binnie nods a little more confidently than you. You choose heads, hoping that this was in fact, all in your head and this battle you really wanted 10 minutes ago was not about to happen. ‘Tails’ Chan exclaimes after flipping the coin, ‘your choice Changbin’. ‘Il go first’ he says with conviction, whilst picking up the karaoke mic and spinning it around his skilled fingers. From somewhere in the room a hip-hop beat started to play and everyone started nodding their heads along in synchronisation, and as effortlessly as anyone could imagine Changbin starts rapping, it was beautiful, skillfull and most of all it made sense. He was meant to be a rapper, you on the other hand could barely string a complete sentence together most days. His rap sadly came to a climatic end and it was your turn. Next thing you knew the microphone was in your hand and all eyes where on you. You felt like you were in that first scene in 8 Mile except you weren’t Eminem and you couldn’t pull anything out of the bag. Heat started to prickle at your skin as you felt beads of sweat start trickle down your face. You didn’t notice the look of concern on your boyfriends face as you were still trying to think of a way to start the rap. That’s when you really started to feel weird, could of been the tequilas, or the fact that you were stuck in a rap battle that you initiated, whichever it was didn’t really matter as all you could do now was find the nearest toilet because you couldn’t hold your sick in any longer. ‘She’s gonna blow’ Hyunjin screamed dramatically as everyone dived behind sofas and tables to shield themselves from anything coming their way. Luckily you managed to make it to the nearest bathroom and salvage the last bit of dignity you had left. Next thing you knew, your hair was being lifted off your shoulders and a soft hand rubbed circles on your back. ‘How’s my little Snoop Dogg’ he asks, but before you can even think of a response another wave of sickness hits you. ‘Sorry, sorry baby’ he apologises, continuing to pat you on the back in the hopes to help in anyway he can. Finally after what felt like an eternity, you stopped bringing anything up. Changbin was still sat with you, quietly holding you hair up. ‘I understand if you want to leave me’ you managed to croak finally looking up at him. ‘Why would I do that’ Changbin asked, shocked you would ever say something like that. ‘Because I embarrassed myself in front of all your friends’ you proclaimed, slumping against the toilet seat feeling sorry for yourself. Amusement danced in Changbins eyes. ‘If anything I love you more’ he smiled’ slowly lifting you to your feet ‘you make me happy and that’s all that matters’. ‘Even when I smell like sick’ you pout looking into his deep chestnut eyes. ‘Even when you smell like sick’ he giggled in response. ‘Now let’s run you a hot bath and brush them teeth so I can hold and kiss you to sleep’.

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tohokuu · 2 years ago

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my girl advice is so nicki minaj coded and these bitches don’t like it 😒

BASICALLY- i said this

tw : suicide mention

AND THEY GOT MAD

“money isn’t everything” yes it is 😟 i know that bc look at the way i run to these gojo/toji sugar daddy fics 💀💀💀

idc if he’s toxic as fuck as long as i get the key to the benz and a birkin. why? bc i’m toxic too 💀

“baby i’ll kill myself if you leave.” “okay then do it” WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO NOW ???

boohoo, baby. gimme the keys.

and the whole argument about “if he has a good character and no money, i’d stay with him rather than a rich asshole.” i want the rich asshole. how the fuck are you gonna survive ????

“i don’t need expensive trips and expensive restaurants.” huh- well i do 🤣

OH AND- if he’s giving you that BLUE BOX THAT SAY TIFFANY but he’s toxic as fuck, i know id be running back 😭😭 i am willing to get stuck in that cycle of this shitty man who spoils me so good. like yeah baby, i’ll leave unless you buy me that purse.

i’ve had my experience with a broke nice guy and lemme tell you- it’s NOT it. i tried to go for personality and kept telling myself that him being broke wasn’t that bad BUT IT IS 😃 i wasted 5 months of my life like that.

smd if you disagree bro 😭 mmm i’m probably much less compassionate but i know i don’t deserve any less 😹 and if you come in my inbox abt this suck my fat brown balls bitch

#BROKE PPL SHOULD NEVER LAUGH ‼️‼️‼️#also someone told me i’m a great friend #but a horrible girlfriend 😭😭#i had this conversation w my bestfriend a few days ago and she was like #bro you’re a horrible person and you should not be dating until you’re actively attending therapy #and i was like 🧍🏽‍♀️ and she said that i end up damaging the other person and myself and then ignore the damage i did to myself and pretend #didn’t happen LMDOAKE but then someone else told me that i’m actually a very comforting friend #like as a friend i’m a great person bc i five the best advice on how to value #yourself and not fall for a man’s bullshit #LIKE IVE DATED ENOUGH TOXIC MEN TO BE HANDING OUT ADVICE NOW and if you don’t like my advice DONT COME CRYING TO ME BC ILL SLAP YOU #but like i’ll help you out after i slap you 🙄#like im just that bitch I WILL NEVER PUT A MAN ABOVE A WOMAN #friends are so so much more important than stupid boyfriends and i think that’s why im a better friend than a girlfriend #trust me- i used to be a great girlfriend until i got my heart put thru a #meat grinder and then i didn’t find it in myself to put my heart out like that again #i actively bitch men out and i don’t fucking feel bad #i hardly even date nice guys before you get on me abt that 💀#all the bozos i go for are dickheads and i’m a bigger dickhead #this turned into a rant

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sirthisisa-wendys · 4 years ago

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I don't know if you are taking requests but... How about to write some spicy moment with Benkei 👀❤️? I mean, he's so huge and handsome, he's truly a great lover, maybe with a size kink but also very kind 😳❤️

Been thinking about this for the last few hours so I gotchu! (I proceeded to spend FOUR DAYS WRITING THIS)

Just Friends: Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.9K

tw: NSFW

masterlist

song recommendation:

"We're just friends."

"Takeomi did it again," you mumble past the burger in your mouth. "He said that he finds it 'uncomfortable' that you and I hang out without him."

"Hmm..."

Keizo's heard this story a thousand times before.

We're just friends.

You get a new boyfriend, they see him, they get jealous because you're like two peas in a pod, then they leave. Why would he think this time would be any different?

He doesn't really know. Maybe it was because Takeomi had been a friend of his for a while and he'd introduced you to him. Maybe it was because he thought Takeomi would see that by introducing you to him, Keizo was saying he had no claim to you. Maybe Keizo was just tired of telling everyone he knew about how you'd friend-zoned him before, and he never brought it up again because it wasn't that big of a deal.

Really.

It wasn't.

As you devour your burger in his car, you think about all of the times people have mistaken you and Benkei for a couple. You know it doesn't hurt when you want to be left alone - with a six-foot-four, white-haired man standing aloof behind you as you shopped and tried on clothes - or when you just need someone supportive to be around. But it's killing your love life.

"I'm just going to break up with him. He isn't that great of a boyfriend anyways." Benkei twists his lips and grips the steering wheel a little tighter. "And if we're still single when we turn thirty, then we'll just get married, okay?"

You don't wait for a response. You turn up the radio instead and hum along to an old song about a "white wedding" and "starting again".

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"Hey."

The sounds of music over the other end of the phone kind of obscure your voice from being heard, but you try your best anyways.

"Keizo, are you there?" You hear movement and then a door shutting in the background. The music is gone for the most part, and you can hear the sounds of Keizo shutting another door.

"I'm here, y/n." You hesitate, not sure what to say other than:

"I'll be in Toyko in a few days..."

"Yeah? What brings you back over here?" he wonders, chuckling softly.

"My... m-my dad died."

Your admission brings back a flood of memories for Benkei, arguably the strongest and most level-headed of Brahman. You left for college, he stayed behind, and then communication fell off to a minimum of just text messages here and there, nothing of value, really. Sometimes Benkei would think about what went wrong - maybe it was him - but other times, he pushes your memory back to the edges of his mind. And you do the same.

But now he feels guilty.

"Do you know where you're staying?" he wonders, which is stupid - of course, you know where you're staying. Why would you be coming to Tokyo if you didn't have lodging?

"Yeah, I'm staying at a hotel near the house. I'm coming for a week or so and then going back to Okinawa after the funeral."

"Need someone to pick you up from the airport?" You want to say 'no', tell him he doesn't have to go through all of this trouble just to see you, but you reply 'yes', which puts him in planning mode.

"Send me your flight info and I'll be there to get you."

"Thanks, Keizo," you sniff, surely wiping your nose on your sleeve, Keizo thinks.

"Don't thank me just yet," he mutters, looking at the calendar on the wall. Perfect timing, too. "I'll see you soon, y/n. Let me know if you need anything else before you get here."

"I will. See you soon."

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"This is not what I booked," you chuckle nervously, looking around the lavish room with timidity. "Didn't the reservation say--"

"You know how people are, giving free upgrades and stuff." Keizo doesn't tell you how he called to see if he could upgrade the room at any cost, which they gave to him for free upon hearing his sob story about his 'wife's father passing away'.

"I just want her to be comfortable," he'd said, and it was true. Benkei wasn't lying at all. Except about the wife part, of course.

"I don't think it's free Kei," you mutter, turning to the man who is dropping your duffel onto the couch.

"Better be free," he grunts, opening his own backpack and pulling out a bottle of wine and two cans of beer. "Brought an offering for you." You look at the wine and smile before leaning over the couch to grab it. The wine looks expensive, but you've been deceived by packaging before.

Three glasses and a bunch of shared stories later, your head is in Benkei's large lap, eyes on the massive TV screen across from the couch. You're tipsy, but not drunk, whereas Beneki is barely buzzed.

"Maybe I should call it a night," you grumble, sitting up. "It's been a long day." You drag yourself onto the bed in the room and slide onto it, stripping out of your travel clothes before sliding on a massive t-shirt and shorts. The tears are coming again, but you push them back and scrub your face, turning to Benkei, who is standing in the doorway, arms crossed. "Choose a side of the bed."

"Sure you don't want me to go?" Benkei wonders, eyes averted from your figure. "I can always leave you be and come back la--"

"There are two sides of the bed, Benkei. Choose one." His choice wouldn't make any difference if you two would end up tangled in each other anyways.

And halfway through the night, that's exactly what happened. You and Keizo had rolled all over the king-sized mattress and ended up right in each other's arms as if it was planned.

And Keizo is warm. His massive stature covers your small frame perfectly, wrapping you in warmth and muscles and tendons and sweet mint breath. All of the things you'd come to know and love about Benkei are present here, with you... in this bed. You look up at Keizo's sleeping face, wondering what you should have done before now. Should you have gone along with the dating farce just to see how long it could go?

Or should you have done exactly what you did - lose touch, then see him again but only for a week because of your father? You're thinking about all of this as your fingers creep up to Keizo's beard, touching it lightly while he sleeps and his heavy breaths blowing through his nose.

You imagine what nights would have been like - what days would have felt like - if you had given into that long-standing urge to maybe get a little closer to him.

"Why aren't you asleep?" Keizo murmurs drowsily, his hands tightening around your waist and pulling you closer.

You feel a tingle course through your veins as you reply,

"Just thinking..." The large man doesn't open his eyes; he just leans forward a little to get even closer, which you allow, holding his face with both hands.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he wonders, but when you don't reply immediately, he sighs. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"We don't have to," you breathe, leaning into him and closing the space between you. "I don't want to talk about this anymore. I want to do something about it."

Keizo fully expected your kiss, you realize, pressing your lips into his. He kisses you back with tender lips, following your movements with precision and understanding.

You don't even speak to each other as your lips tangle and mesh over and over again; Benkei rolling onto his back and bringing you with him.

"Wait," he breathes, pulling back. "You're grieving. You shouldn't make a bad decis--"

"Hush," you quip, pressing your lips back into his. "I know exactly what I'm doing."

"You're drunk," he counters, sitting up with you in his lap and holding your hips.

"Am not," you reply, pushing your hands under his shirt.

"Then you're just excited to see me." You laugh, biting your lip seductively in the dark.

"I'd say the same for you," you whisper back, running a hand over his erection in his boxers. "But that much is obvious." Keizo grabs the back of your neck and leans you backward, kissing your skin rapidly and thus, silencing your comebacks.

"Do you really want me?" Keizo finally asks, panting above you.

"Yes," you murmur, and he peels his shirt off quickly, discarding it as if the clothing offended him. He peels your shorts off in the same manner, running his tongue down your stomach before sliding your underwear off with sensitive fingers.

"I'm going to eat you out, then I'm going to do what I've been dreaming of for so long." The promise sets your core on fire, and Benkei parts your legs to put it out with his tongue. But all his slurping and blissed-out gaze does is send your toes curling and stokes the flames of your desire. One hand rests on your belly, the other holding back one leg while he works his magic on you with fidelity.

"Oh, my god... Keizo..." The hand on your stomach moves towards his boxers, stroking his length beneath the fabric while you moan his praises, body jerking and constricting as he plays with your most sensitive parts.

And Keizo knows what he's doing. You can see it in the way his eyes are drooping, kidding oh so precariously as he watches you squirm. He gets off on this, you suppose.

One final slurp leaves you breathless, and your lover pulls down his boxers, rolling your shirt up and over your head to take it off. And while you let him slide his cockhead around in your slick, you eye the large tattoos on his chest with admiration.

"Like what you see?" he wonders, holding your hand against his pec. "You can keep it if you want."

"Keep what, you?" you chuckle. Keizo slides past your folds, nudging his cock inside of you slowly. You keen a little, then your breaths become labored as he rocks himself in and out of you.

"Yeah..." he exhales. "I want you to keep me close to your chest like this." His dick goes even deeper. And he. fully sheaths himself inside of you before long, hovering above you as he takes everything so slow, so deliberate, so painstakingly calculated.

It's after the second orgasm that you realize that this will never be "just friends". Keizo and you are too compatible, too close, too everything to have a one-night-stand. Not like this.

"K-Keizo..." you whimper, holding onto his arm that's holding onto your hips as he fucks you against the wall. "Keizo, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me," he growls, lip raised slightly. "Wanna see that cum on my dick." And that's all it took for you to shake around him. You go weak and he catches you, walking you back to the bed and laying you across the sheets before pressing your legs apart.

"Round 2," he teases, but your legs clench up in preparation. "Might outlast you tonight," he chuckles, swiping your hair away from your face. "You're on orgasm number three, huh?" You nod lazily, and Keizo smiles leaning down for another kiss. "Oh, we have a long way to go, princess. Hope you can handle it."

#keizo arashi #arashi keizou #keizo arashi smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyorev smut #arashi keizo x reader #keizo arashi x reader #benkei tokyo revengers

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libby645 · 2 years ago

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Y/N X JASON VOORHEES

Warning/ murder topics and a little fluff / falling in love / lot off whimpering and begging / drug and drinking / smoking

TW: mention of blood ,knives,cutting , hickey ,biting

Include: NSFW I you don’t like it don’t read it

-MINORS PLEASE DNI -

Y/H/C Y/E/C

Bad English I am sorry

Note / meeting Jason at camp crystal lake and your friend are idiots and annoying doing drugs and alcohol Shit and then Jason saved you from your ex boyfriend read and you will find out why

POV : I got dressed and I never seen my ex in a jeep before I heard a knock at the door I put my shoes on and walked down stairs and opened the door and I hug my friend who smelled like weed and my other friend smelled like alcohol I said in my head I wish they could die and the my friend napped in front off me I woke up and she said

Y/N you ok with us coming with you I said yes when I seen a sigh said camp crystal lake I said to my friend I remember who died here he name was Jason and I couldn’t save him from drowning so I cried all day and night she hug me and I about to say stop hugging me and we stop and got ok and ran to the lake and got undressed and I had my bikini underneath my clothes then I seen a man near a tree look me up and down I remember who he was then I shouted Jason he walk near me and I said to him I missed you so much and I hug him he hug me back and my ex came over and Jason hide behind a tree and my ex arm came around my body and then Jason ran to he mother table with her head hey mother what should I do about her ex and her the Pamala said just kill him jason and take you girl back before it too late because her ex is a werid boy he don’t seem right to me so better get going love you my boy love you mother

Y/n pov : jason grab my arm and kiss me on the lip with he’s mask and we went to the cabin and I jump on the bed and got undressed and my bikini was still on and Jason grab my pants and rip them off and then my crop top off as well and touch my breast and lick my nibbles and then suck on them and finger my Clint and moved up and down and I moaned and i beg jason to lick my pussy undo he’s belt and thrown it across the room and he’s pants down and he’s dick flung out and hit my pussy and I told him to fuck me now and fast he put it in and I moaned and he’s said to me you are really tight baby girl/boy and I love you

#jason killing friends #jason voorhees x reader #lovely couple #Spotify

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vindelllas · 4 years ago

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the beauty of jyeshta 🐇🏹:

🐇 alexa demie: jyeshta surya

*TW// i do discuss a few triggering topics i.e. abuse and drugs. some of the jyeshta natives i exhibit and talk about are known for terrible behavior and scandals. i do not condone their offensive and ignorant behavior. they are simply being shown to solidify my opinions on the nature of this nakshatra*

as you read this post, please listen to this jyeshta playlist i made for the full experience: https://open.spotify.com/user/a95141rv0vjdg8lqcggilvcxm/playlist/3gzS9sXWs71yb2i9EiBhSY?si=xtP4mnRnR7ahXfN09KwiRw

🏹 they key to unearthing the energies of jyeshta lie in studying it’s associative deities. before we dive down the rabbit hole of the jyeshta nakshatra, let us understand the representative mahavidya of buddha. it is traditionally believed that the tantric goddess tripura sundari is associated with buddha. tripura sundari is also known as the goddess shodashi. the goddess shodashi is said to be the most beautiful in all three worlds. the goddess shodashi is also known as lalita and rajarajeshwari. lalita means “the one who plays” and rajarajeshwari means “queen of queens”. the tantric goddess tripura sundari is a form of mahalakshmi and, therefore, symbolizes wealth and abundance. according to tripura sundari’s dhyana mantra, her complexion radiates with the light of the rising sun. she emanates a rosy color which is representative of her joy, compassion, and illumination.

🌌 tripura sundari is depicted with four arms and holds five arrows of flowers (remember this number for later), a noose, a goad and sugarcane for the use of a bow. her holding a noose represents attachment, the goad represents repulsion, the sugarcane bow represents the mind, and the arrows are the five sense objects. in the sakta tantra, she is depicted as the supreme mother who uses the gods as her instruments of passion. with the aid of the instruments of passion, she presides over the creation, sustainability, and destruction of the universe—the three phases of life. she overlooks the layers of our shadow states, self-concealment and self-revelation, that lie in-between these three phases of life (bhoo, bhuva, and swa). self-concealment is the predisposition to actively conceal from others personal information that one perceives as distressing or negative. self-revelation revelation of one's own thoughts, feelings, and attitudes especially without deliberate intent.

🔥tripura sundari represents the state of awareness that is called “sadasivatattva”. this state of sadasivatattva is said to be based on the belief that “i am this” (aham idam). that, as we evolve through our cosmic destinies, we have an outward flow of consciousness, or pravritti. spiritual practice reverses our state of physical consciousness and cause us to revert to our true being. the action of coming back to our origin and finding attainment within, is a theme of jyeshta’s scorpio rashi itself, the sign of realization. it is the divine understanding that our experiences in this universe lie within the unity of consciousness itself.

🌳many believe that tripura sundari is the beauty that precedes the three worlds. that she is divinity in its infinite meanings, embodying the different aspects of the phenomenal world. tripura sundari is the beauty that we see in the world around us. she is the beauty we find in everywhere we look. modeling the captivating beauty of tripura sundari, jyeshtas naturally are externally perceived as beautiful beings who, solely with their appearances, draw the collective desires of hearts deep within. this is the essence of jyeshta’s features. they enshroud you with an abundance of beauty and over-stimulate your senses to near exhaustion. because jyeshta is symbolized by the jewel or earrings, they adorn their features with jewels and sparkling products to appear otherworldly. most notably, jyeshta natives seem to pay great attention to the forehead, neck, skin, and tongue (as buddha is said to rule these facial features). jyeshtas love to particularly adorn themselves in gold chains (i.e. jyeshta native nicki minaj and her extensive gold chain collection). remember that scorpio is co-ruled by ketu, which is remedied by brihaspati (who is remedied by gold). so the adornment of gold will be very prevalent and calming to these natives.

🐇 fka twigs: jyeshta chandra

👅another interesting characteristic of jyeshta is tongue piercings. because buddha rules the tongue and scorpio rules the blood, we see these natives naturally have quite a great deal of emphasis in their tongue area. they are inclined to/consider piercing their tongues. some examples of this are, willow smith (jyeshta shukra atmakaraka) who infamously got a tongue piercing at eleven-years-old. christina aguilera (jyeshta buddha atmakaraka) had a tongue piercing during her most notably “promiscuous” time frame in her career (aka her “dirrty” years). in the movie “thirteen”, evan rachel wood (jyeshta shani 1H) plays a young girl who gets her tongue pierced as a sign of rebellion. one thing you will notice about these jyeshta natives is that they are always under scrutiny for the changes they make to their body. however, the vimshottari buddha-ruled nakshatras embrace rebellion in the gandanta knot of deadly restriction. after all, mercury was named “the trickster” himself. this correlates back to the trickster archetype of poking out your tongue to make fun of another person. jyeshta natives most frequently pierce their tongues as a clap back to societal standards or parental authority. in this sense, they are quite literally sticking out their tongue for the purpose of mockery. these natives also prefer sticking out their tongues in photography. examine the common photos of jyeshta natives like princess nokia, nicki minaj, and rosalía (jyeshta lagna). you will notice they prefer to playfully stick out their tongue when around others. in the bible, it states “death and life are in the power of the tongue” (proverbs 18:21). meaning the tongue can either be used as a weapon to harm and destroy others or as a tool to build and heal. this is the common unraveling of jyeshta...

♏️ jyeshta lies in the final portion of scorpio. scorpio’s ruling planet is kuja, the mahavidya associated with kuja is bagalamukhi. bagalamukhi is commonly referred to as “the goddess who seizes the tongue”. once, a demon named madan undertook austerities and won the boon of vak siddhi. anything the demon said came to be true. the demon abused this power and killed many people. the gods were enraged by the demon’s wrongdoings, so they began to worship bagalamukhi to invoke her help. baglamukhi stopped the demon by taking hold of his tongue, which was the source of all mischief, and silenced his words. however, she did not kill the demon, because he asked to be worshipped with her and she agreed. this is why the demon is depicted with her. she is repeatedly portrayed with holding the demon’s tongue with a club in her other hand. by stopping the demon's tamasic tongue, she exercised her power over speech and her power to freeze, stun, or paralyze others.

🔪 bagalamukhi is also associated with magical powers, which can sometimes be referred to as siddhis, "accomplishments" or "perfections." among her epithets in her hymn of a thousand names are she who gives the eight siddhis. the invocation written around the edge of an amulet containing her yantra in the tantrasara states: "o bagalamukhi, please arrest the speech of wicked people, paralyze their faces, fix their tongues and destroy their intellect."

⚫️while jyeshtas are fond of displaying and emphasizing their tongues from a physical standpoint, this emphasis does not stop here. as you may have noticed, most of the jyeshtas featured in this thread have gotten into some serious scandals and allegations. for example, jyeshta natives like nicki minaj who married a s*xual abuser/predator, tyra banks (jyeshta surya) and her many blackface scandals, sabrina claudio who has said many offensive racial slurs, brigitte bardot who was known to be heavily racist and abusive to her child, naomi campbell who has been linked to epstein, etc.. their interviews and words are often misconstrued and taken to the extreme, as the public takes every word of their’s as the truth, much like madan (who had the power to speak things into existence). because every word these natives say is treated as the truth, they become either hindered or freed by this power. jyeshta’s have the ability to thrive in the dark abyss of scorpio and yield their words to sway the minds of others.

💎we see the public grasping jyeshtas by the tongue, much like the tantric goddess baglamukhi, and holding on to every word they say. valuing the belief that the powers of life and death lie within the words we speak. once the dark abyss consumes a jyeshta native and they no longer rely on the glamour of the tongue, we truly see how flawed and sorrowful their lives can be (despite their abundant beauty).

🐇 sabrina claudio: jyeshta chandra

💔 jyeshta means “the eldest" or "the elder". she is the goddess of inauspicious happenings and misfortune. as her sanskrit name suggests, she is regarded as the elder sister of lakshmi (the goddess of good fortune and beauty). unfortunately, jyeshta is frequently associated with sinning, laziness, poverty, sorrow, ugliness and the crow. because of her inauspiciousness and crow symbolism, she is sometimes associated with alakshmi. due to jyeshta representing the bad wife and lakshmi representing the good wife, jyeshta is often worshiped for women who wish to keep her away from their homes, as she is said to cause marital disturbances.

🌊 most astrologers agree that jyestha's birth took place during the churning of the cosmic ocean. she was said to be born when the poison, halala, flows from the ocean, while her sister, lakshmi, is born when the elixer of life emerges. symbolic of jyeshta being in the debilitation rashi of chandra, modeling the shadow state of the new moon. whereas, lakshmi is symbolic of the plump, elxir-like full moon that lies in the exaltation rashi of chandra: taurus.

🌀 based on the linga purana, vishnu divided the world into the good and the bad. he created lakshmi and jyestha, both born from the same origin of the cosmic ocean churning. lakshmi marries vishnu, but jyestha is married to the sage dussaha. dussaha soon discovers that his jyeshta (described as his “ugly wife”) cannot bear her senses being exposed to any auspicious things. he then complained to vishnu or the sage markendeya (depending on the version). vishnu (or markendeya) recommended he take jyestha only to inauspicious places. jyestha is told to stay away from religious people. it is at this point, jyeshta became described as the "one who is inauspicious". dussaha became tired of her anti-social nature and abandoned jyestha in a place where heretical rituals are performed. jyeshta then sought out vishnu for relief. vishnu decreed that jyestha would be sustained by offerings of women who wish to keep jyeshta’s presence from homes.

⚔️ like the goddess jyeshta, jyeshta natives spend life lost and surrounded by inauspicious people and environments. they stick out like the symbolic jewel they are, moving around from one place to another. while we see jyeshta natives being intrinsic and extremely self-focused and determined, much like the antisocial jyeshta goddess, they feel at home in their wanderlust lifestyle. as their nakshatra yoni is the hare, an animal who is always on the run and quick-footed. the hare is always prepared to run from dangerous environments, which they frequently find themselves entangled in. they can quickly become surrounded by harmful environments like drugs, unhealthy relationships, and demonic presences. for example, jim morrison (jyeshta surya) was infamous for his hard partying lifestyle, filled with fast money, sexual pursuits, and hard drugs, as the bunny always craves more stimulation. but jyeshtas know how to use their gifts, their charming words and beauty, to their total advantage. buddha is considered to be the quick, discriminating intellect. this is why buddha’s overruler is vishnu (“the maintainer”). vishnu maintained a source for jyeshta to channel and tried to solve her marital issues. buddha needs the sandpaper-like energy of vishnu to buff out and refine the rigid nature of buddha. with buddha’s intellectual mastery and scorpio being symbolic of the motivation and ability to work on ourselves and to help transform others, we see these natives eventually learning from the unfortunate circumstances of jyeshta and growing to surpass even the three worlds (like tripura sundari).

🐇 sevdaliza: jyeshta chandra

⛓because jyeshta is described as the “bad wife” and scorpio is associated with the dusthana house of obstacles (eighth house), we frequently see jyeshta natives personify their issues with love and self-perception in their songs. in the chorus of “girl like me” by alexa demie (jyeshta surya), she sings: i think i need a present, man. i’m just out here doin' the best i can. you think a girl like me gon' be single for long. your wrong. you think a girl like me gon' be trippin' for long. dead wrong. you think a girl like me, goddess like me, gon' be trippin', you'll see with a girl like me.”. demie’s song describes a woman who was once mistreated in her past relationships and learned to embody the natural goddess she is and not settle for the inadequacies of her past lovers. she learned from her sorrowful and toxic past relationships (like the goddess jyeshta) and recognized her worth (the evolved state of the eighth house). this is similar to the character alexa played in “euphoria”. she played a teen in a broken and abusive relationship who continuously kept perpetuating the cycle of inauspiciousness and eventually learned to step back and realize the amount of harm she has experienced. in the song, “ego death” (starring skrillex, possibly jyeshta chandra) we hear fka twigs (jyeshta chandra) sing: i let my ego down and then I rise back up. i let my ego down and then I'll be stronger. i’m armed, to let a sucker step up and get bombed. by a beat created by my producer, i am losin' my mind 'cause your heart's so blind. when you left me outside, i’d be losin' my mind. i am losin' my mind 'cause your heart's so blind. when you left me outside, i'd be losin' my mind. it’s gonna cost you to be great. you will have to sacrifice something to be great.”. again, we see the jyeshta native falling into the cycle of mistreatment and harm and learning her worth. she eventually grasps the concept of sacrifice and realization. she thrusts herself into the purifying abyss of scorpio and hopes to never turn back. recently, fka twigs came forward and discussed the abuse she faced at the hands of her ex partner. in a recent interview with “elle”, fka twigs strongly told her story to the reporter and spoke with passion and truth. in the song “human” by sevdaliza (jyeshta chandra), she sings “been in and out. and in front of my judgmental eyes, my precious disguise. business so cold. can’t cope with my own. how to not fail.”. in the entire song, sevdaliza realizes the cold disguise she once possessed, only to peel back the layers to find a mere human. a flawed being predestined for a life of more flaws. she finds artful peace in knowing this. in the music video for “human”, she is depicted as a temptress who lures men. she embodies the conscious choice of mastering buddha’s trickery. instead of breaking away from the cycle, sevdaliza finds enjoyment in inauspiciousness. this correlates to the dull state of the new moon.

☂ the umbrella is said to represent jyeshta. it is reflective of jyeshta’s state of reflecting what other’s project onto them. the full moon is associated with receptivity and harnessing light/energy. scorpio is the debilitation of chandra, as is cancer is the debilitation of kuja, because the energies of kuja and chandra oppose each other. kuja is rigid, hard, powerful, and tamasic. chandra is fluid, malleable, inward, and auspicious. with scorpio’s kuja rulership, we see jyeshtas acting cold and distant when they become used to harmful environments and develop the coping mechanism of allowing other’s energies to bounce off of them, much like how an umbrella protects you from the rain. rain is also symbolic of nourishment and bountiful energy, as it nourishes all the beings on this planet. this is why water is linked to feminine energy. in scorpio, a water sign, we see kuja blocking the receptivity associated with water and jyeshta bestowing this receptivity when it’s time. only when the jyeshta native distances themselves from a life of strife and never-ending cycles of abuse, may they learn to close their figurative umbrella and swim in the rain of multiple emotions and influences. an example of the symbolism of the umbrella is elle driver (played by jyeshta native daryl hannah) in “kill bill”. as she walks down the hospital hallway to kill the bride, she is adorned in a nurse costume and has an unopened red umbrella in her hand. the unopened umbrella represents her allowing the floodgates of outer influences to open. she no longer cares about her perception and is shown in her rawest form. she is no longer the illusionary and illusive character who hides in scorpio’s mystery. she is now revealed to be an evil cut throat being. the umbrella’s red color is symbolic of kuja and denotes her revealing her true tamasic nature and her carrying the collective blood of her enemies.

🐇 nicki minaj: jyeshta surya

🌩 the deity who rules the jyeshta nakshatra is indra. he is the deity of lightning, thunder, and rain. he is considered to be the king of all gods and heaven. indra rules the sky and and wields the power of rain as his weapon. he is also considered to be the god of battle. prior to each of his battles, he drank a vast amounts of soma. soma is a divine juice that strengthens him to accomplish his deeds in combat. it is he who defeated the serpent vritra who had swallowed all the waters of the world spurring a tumultuous drought. indra split the belly of the serpent with his thunderbolt, releasing the waters and generating life. by killing the serpent, indra separated land from ocean, and caused the sun to rise (this act of land separation is comparable to the god zeus and the christian god). indra slicing the belly of the serpent, recalls how jyeshtas must retire their umbrella to generate life in their lives. however, there is another item they will find to be particularly important during their journey in this lifetime.

🧿 every jyeshta i have ever met holds at least some significance for a form of the talisman. this is because jyeshta is also symbolized by the talisman/evil eye. this all correlates to jyeshta being the cosmic jewel, the shiny emerald who captivates their truest beauty. it’s green color honors the symbolism of buddha and is reminiscent of the blue or green evil eye. the concept of the evil eye exists in many cultures from hinduism to islam to turkey.

🔮 the overall concept of the talisman is called "apotropaic" (which is greek for "turns away"). talismans are believed to turn away or turn back harm, like an umbrella, bouncing off the influencing waters. disks or balls, consisting of concentric blue and white circles are generally representative of the evil eye in common talismans in west asia. however, this emblem is most commonly found in turkish cultures. this blue or green eye can also be found on some forms of the hamsa hand (which is also known to ward the evil eye of others). The word hamsa, also spelled as khamsa and hamesh, means "five" which refers to the fingers of the hand.

🤚🏽 in jewish culture, the hamsa is called the hand of miriam/mary and, in some muslim cultures, the “the hand of fatima” (fatima being the daughter of the prophet muhammad). it is primarily the muslims in the near east and mediterranean regions that believe envious looks can contain destructive power. the talismanic power of the nazar defends against this destructive energy. this is why the pure virgin mary or fatima is said to ward off these negative influences, recalling baglamukhi who was called to aid the other deities in the slaying of the demon.

🥚 the evil eye also heavily exists in hispanic and latinx cultures. it is referred to as the 'mal de ojo' and it is very prevalent in spanish culture throughout history. in most of mexico and central america, infants are considered at special risk for the mal de ojo and are often given an amulet bracelet as protection. this amulet bracelet typically contains an eye-like dot painted on the amulet. to also ward against the mal de ojo, it is customary to allow admirers to touch the infant or child. one popular traditional cure in my old hometown and in parts of central or south america involves a curandero (otherwise known as a folk healer). the curandero sweeps a raw chicken egg over the body of a victim to absorb the power of the person with the evil eye. once this is finished, the egg is later broken into a glass with water and placed under the bed of the patient near the head. it is usually checked immediately to see if the broken egg appears cooked. if this happens, it means that the patient did have the mal de ojo. after this ritual is completed, any pains or sickness from the mal de ojo is ceased. the concept of the egg is also closely linked to the bunny (jyeshta’s yoni) in some european cultures. most notably, the easter bunny.

🐰 easter is a religious holiday, but a great deal of its american customs are linked to pagan traditions. the egg itself is an ancient symbol of new life/re-birth. it has been associated with pagan festivals celebrating spring. many christians view easter eggs as a representation of jesus’ emergence from the tomb and resurrection. in orthodox christianity, it is traditional to have ‘the octave of easter’, essentially an eight day celebration of easter. during this celebration, the surya usually moves from revati (the final nakshatra) to ashwini (the first nakshatra). before i continue any further, i am not the first one to find this correlation, i believe the lovely @/shravishtamoo and @/365chimera were the first to talk about this on twitter. out of respect for not taking credit for their work, i will only lightly graze over this topic and solely share my opinion on this.

🌸 revati is under the vimshottari dasha rulership of buddha and the aries rashi of ashwini is ruled by kuja. kuja is overruled by bhumi, the cosmic mother or earth goddess. bhumi is usually depicted with four arms, holding a pomegranate, a water vessel, a bowl containing healing herbs, and another bowl containing vegetables. she is sometimes depicted with two hands, the right hand holding a blue lotus known as kumuda or utpala, the night lotus, while the left hand may be in the abhayamudra, this is a pose meant to mimic the tail of a horse. bhumi is symbolic of the cosmic flourishment. her pomegranate, healing herbs, and water vessel are symbolic of the fruitful tides and nature of the cosmic mother. much like how easter is linked to the pagan festival/celebration of the spring equinox (the day the surya enters into tropical aries). ashwini is the birth of the nakshatras, but bharani is considered to be the cosmic yoni. bhumi’s stance represents the horse ashwini and the cosmic egg. as bharani represents inward fertility, like the ripe pomegranate and cooling, feminine waters of the yoni. whereas, jyeshta, who is also ruled by kuja (rashi-wise), models this seemingly fertile abundance on the surface. like how the octave of easter combines the energy of buddha and kuja, we see this internal need to ascend their constant negativity, like how jesus died and arose from the death. jesus was betrayed and beaten brutally, similar to how many jyeshtas will find themselves continuously hurt by others. i understand this may sound redundant but look at the jyeshta goddess, baglamukhi, indra, tripura sundari, the octave of easter, and bhumi. they all required ascension, forgiveness or rebirth, which are necessary when such a tamasic planet like kuja and poltergeist-like spirit of buddha operate in their shadow state.

even bunny-like formations have been known to pop up on the planet mars itself: https://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/mars/images/odyssey-image_feature_295.html

🐇 naomi campbell: jyeshta chandra

5️⃣ the number 5 is very important and reoccurring in the lives of jyeshta natives. the number five is said to be representative of buddha. as you have read through this post, you will notice the number five has reoccurred constantly. such as, tripura sundari’s five bows, the five-finger hamsa symbol, jyeshta natives like mick jagger and jay-z who are both life path 5s, and even some of the jyeshta names i have included in this thread total to the number five (such as, nicki/onika = 5 and tyra lynne banks = 14 = 1+4 = 5). because this number is symbolic of buddha, this number is said to denote intelligence, constant changes, and business success. however, the number five primarily shows a free-spirited and lucky nature. this is why the number sequence of five is said to be incredibly auspicious. i would like to focus on the fifth book of the bible: deuteronomy, a book filled with rebellion and imposing laws. a quote i think particularly describes jyeshta is deuteronomy 28-14: “If you fully obey the lord your god and carefully follow all his commands I give you today, the lord your god will set you high above all the nations on earth. all these blessings will come upon you and accompany you if you obey the lord your god: you will be blessed in the city and blessed in the country. the fruit of your womb will be blessed, and the crops of your land and the young of your livestock – the calves of your herds and the lambs of your flocks. your basket and your kneading trough will be blessed. you will be blessed when you come in and blessed when you go out. the lord will grant that the enemies who rise up against you will be defeated before you. they will come at you from one direction but flee from you in seven. the lord will send a blessing on your barns and on everything you put your hand to. the lord your god will bless you in the land he is giving you. the lord will establish you as his holy people, as he promised you on oath, if you keep the commands of the lord your god and walk in his ways. then all the peoples on earth will see that you are called by the name of the lord, and they will fear you. the lord will grant you abundant prosperity – in the fruit of your womb, the young of your livestock and the crops of your ground – in the land he swore to your forefathers to give you. the lord will open the heavens, the storehouse of his bounty, to send rain on your land in season and to bless all the work of your hands. you will lend to many nations but will borrow from none. the lord will make you the head, not the tail. if you pay attention to the commands of the lord your god that I give you this day and carefully follow them, you will always be at the top, never at the bottom. do not turn aside from any of the commands i give you today, to the right or to the left, following other gods and serving them.”. essentially, if you follow the teachings of your deity (operating in your light state), you will reap the bountiful crops of spiritual abundance and find freedom within (the theme of 5 in vedic teachings). the outer influences of others will no longer affect your inner being. jyeshta becomes the flowing waters of indra and bhumi, abundant in the freedom these natives onced crave. while jyeshtas appear to have an abundance of freedom, as they continuously bounce from one situation to another, it is insincere if they do not learn how to alter their surroundings, set boundaries, and learn to love again, reminiscent of the number four.

4️⃣ another number jyeshtas see quite frequently is the number four. the number four is said to be ruled by rahu, the head of the serpent god. recall in the aforementioned bible quote, “the lord will make you the head, not the tail”. this is the essence of the number four. it symbolizes the need for/ability of staying grounded, stability, worldly achievements, and secrecy. buddha was said to be one of the only deities to tame rahu. when a number of the nature of four occurs in a jyeshta’s life, it means the native must learn to tame their inner being and focus on staying grounded and not share their accomplishments with others. as discussed previously, buddha-ruled natives struggle with the immense power of their tongues. because they are able to have their words believed by the masses, if they say they will do something and it does not happen it brings a great deal of distrust around them. the art of secrecy is said to be something rahu thrives in, due to his natural illusionary background. embracing the illusion will help them ward the evil eye, with or without an amulet or talisman. if these natives do not share their plans or accomplishments, others cannot impose their hatred or jealousy against that native.

9️⃣ it is interesting to note that once the number of freedom (5) and secrecy/achievements (4) come together, they make 9. nine is the number representative of kuja. nine denotes strength, leadership, knowledge, and fire. it is a number described as “a man who walks with the torch of intelligence [buddha], in a road full of blood stains [kuja], not seeing the snake below his feet [rahu].”. modeling the fiery and strong spirit of indra, slaying great beasts in battle, much like how the owl is one of the only animals to beat the snake into submission (rahu).

🐇 mädchen amick: jyeshta surya

🦉 recall from the earlier paragraphs, jyeshta is considered to be linked to the goddess lakshmi (the sister of jysheta’s comparative goddess: alakshmi). lakshmi is depicted as sitting on an owl. this owl is why jyeshta is associated with the supernatural owl. owls are said to symbolize knowledge, wisdom, and dread. the owl is also closely linked to the dawn of death and misery. the differences of the spiritual associations of the owl is symbolic of the axis of jyeshta/alakshmi and lakshmi. due to their rare and majestic nature, many cultural myths associate owls with the presence of a higher being, such as guardians, spiritual guides, and vahanas. their ominous hoot is an anamnesis of being lost in a dark forest reeking of danger and the scent of pine. the owl may either be your beacon of light, carrying the auspicious powers of lakshmi into your life, or bringing detrimental, loss and death to your dearest beloved.

🐦 the name of lakshmi’s vahana owl is known as uluka. uluka is considered to be another name for lord indra (the deity ruling jyeshta). the combination of the goddess of wealth (lakshmi) and the king of heaven (indra) personifies the auspicious, wealthy, and powerful spirit linked to the owl. because the owl dwells in the night, it is also a symbol of the darkness of ignorance (avidya). the owl’s aversion towards the daytime is indicative of turning away from the solar path to embrace the feminine forestry of the night. the is why lakshmi is said to guide one to open the eyes to the light of wisdom residing within themselves. she is said to guide you to the goddess saraswati, who is said to rule our knowledge, alphabet, and the tongue (recall jyeshtas penchant for the tongue). uluka becomes lakshmi’s vahana when she blesses wealth and prosperity. the owl asks of lakshmi’s devotees to not be trapped by the illusions of wealth (444), warning against the dangers of arrogance and stressing discipline. when her wealth is used by humans for inauspicious activities, one is said to be blinded, like owl who can longer tolerate the bright rays of surya. it is then uluka embraces the antithesis of the axis and becomes a bird of ill omen flying the goddess of alakshmi around to your door-step, bringing darkness, disgrace, inauspiciousness and misfortune.

🏔 the show “twin peaks” is heavily influenced by the jyeshta nakshatra, as approximately 25% of it’s cast and four directors have prominent jyeshta placements (surya, chandra, lagna, or atmakarala). it centers around a small logging town filled with murder. in this show, nothing is as it seems, intuition is valued, and your dreams guide you. a common phrase in the show is: “the owls are not what they seem”. in the show, there appears to be two paranormal realms, the black lodge and the white lodge. these realms correlate to the lodge spirits, who are unable have physical bodies. because of this, they are limited in the ways they can travel outside the lodges and usually require a host/vessel. while other spirits exist in various mediums, like wood, electricity, and running water.

⛰ the owls are said to be a physical medium of the watchful eyes of the lodge spirits. the owls are theorized to control the entire narrative of the story, invoking harm or bliss. they serve as a barrier and channel between the illusionary twin peaks and the deeply uneasy spiritual lodge realms. in the show, they literally serve as a mask to cover the face of a harmful spirit. thus, the owls are not what they seem. they may channel the deity they please and bring the essence of lakshmi or alakshmi to your door.

♟the owls are reminiscent of the nature of scorpio. scorpio is representative of the eighth house of the zodiac. with kuja being it’s rashi lord, we see a strong amount of strength, energy, achievements and inheritance in the lives of these natives. because scorpio is the watery dusthana, they have a strong intuitive nature when they let their guard down. in twin peaks, you will see many characters try to appear strong when, in reality, they are some of the weakest and sensitive characters in the whole show. an example of this is shelly (played by jyeshta native mädchen amick). shelly married an abusive man who expected her to only do domestic chores and be subservient. she tries to appear fine and cover the bruises to protect her other lover, but quickly her illusion is shattered. she becomes lost and scared, only to regain her confidence via her other partner. another possible jyeshta co-star, kimmy robertson (who played lucy), struggles with handling her romantic endeavors and is quite stubborn. once she feels she has met the right partner, her stubborn nature corrodes like a boulder chipping away from a cliff, only to reveal a sweet, pleasant waterfall of love. due to the scorpio rashi’s strong intuition, they generally have fixed ideas and tend to relentlessly follow them out of faith in their perception of the unknown. the deputy chief (played by jyeshta buddha atmakaraka native michael horse) is known for following his intuition and, due to this, he eventually ends up saving the lives of many others. scorpios also tend to value a small, close-knit friend group. we see the small town of twin peaks frequently coming together to help each other in need.

🌟 the eighth house is associated with the unveiling of deep secrets. this is why scorpios feel the immense need to get to the state of raw purity (the cosmic egg) to examine the situation in it’s purest form. throughout the entire series, mysteries are repeatedly being discovered and solved. however, these mysteries do not solely require the analytical mind. they also require the help and guidance of outside and unexplainable sources. in order to solve these mysteries, you must channel the nature of the owl to evaluate both sides. the eighth house/scorpio is also said to rule the genitals, whereas, kuja is said to heavily influence the sexual organs. in the entire show, sexual pursuits, pr*stitution, and kundalini energy is rampant. sexual energy abundance and accumulation is the cause of adoration. this is why we see jyeshta natives, like the fictional character holli would, nicki minaj, or fka twigs, exciting the sexual passion within others and enticing the masses with their trickster nature. you will often notice many jyeshta (and other buddha/kuja natives) natives create a great deal of sexualized content to express their untamable and playful skill. they embody indra in combat and wield their bodies like a cosmic sword, exciting the virility in others with their sharp nature. however, jyeshta natives do not care for pleasing the average partner, they wish to dominate them with their seemingly submissive nature. they thrive in an environment of underestimation and want you to assume they are a surreal illusion. much like the ashlesha nakshatra, jyeshtas are either tamed or dominated, but—more frequently—they are the one’s to dominate, as many people do not know to handle such icy, hot energy and are simply in mere awe of their beauty. this issue with knowing how to work along with jyeshtas and rise to their level is something many people struggle with. instead of wishing to see the jyeshta flourish and glow with passion, they will try to drag them down to their own low vibrational level, reminding jyeshtas of their original gandanta point of sorrow.

🐇 princess nokia: jyeshta chandra

💧water and, thus, the color blue holds great power in the lives of jyeshta. the jyeshta goddess herself was adorned with blue-black garments and is said to hold a blue lotus in her right hand. the color blue is said to be associated with shani and the lotus is representative of the vimshottari evolution of shani. the many shades of blue are reminiscent of the azure of a clear sky. shani is the planet of hard work, determination, and respect. if you honor shani, you will likely be at the zenith of life. shani is debilitated in the bharani nakshatra (representative of the famale yoni). bhumi is said to mount the elephant and jyeshta’s nature is often compared to the elephant (the yoni of bharani). we see water personifying their internal struggle of diligence and sexuality. the element of water itself flows and crashes with it’s feminine luster. it denotes cleansing, rebirth, and vital energy. the practice of swimming and watery movement is said to excite the feminine spirit and remove all negative energies that encompass the individual. think of how you take a refreshing bath or wash your face. the act of cleansing and the alignment with the water element is energizing and refreshing. recall the christian practice of baptism. baptism is said to be a christian rite of admission. it uses the rejuvenating power of sprinkling, pouring, or entrenching the devotee with water to wash away their sins. this behavior parallels to the churning of the cosmic ocean to produce the elixir of youth, as christians believe baptism saves the youth/innocence of your soul.

🌿 jyeshtas are often forced to grow up quite early in their lives. the often harsh and toxic environments they are surrounded by do not yield a balanced and cleansed individual. it is destined for them to put on a mask or illusion cope with this (recall the demonic spirit who used the owl mask in “twin peaks”). it allows them to feel protected, as how harnessing their sexuality brings them great power. but deep down, they are innocent and youthful spirits. paralleling the goddesses jyeshta and alakshmi who lived lives of great strife but had a kind soul. their aversions to auspiciousness is something they could not control. it was their destiny. the life of jyeshtas are said to be incredibly karmic and destined. they cannot control the terrible and harsh energies of those who may come and go in their lives, but they can choose to walk through the smoky abyss or deep, cleansing waters to see if there is light on the other side of life.

🐇 brigitte bardot (left): jyeshta lagna

🐇 jane birkin (right): jyeshta surya

🚬 it is not uncommon to see jyeshta natives enjoying a good cigarette or cigar. as i once discussed in my magha exploration, natives of the gandanta points enjoy the symbolism and release smoke brings. this is because gandanta points are where the water and fire elements meet and cross. water is symbolic of the divine feminine (4H, 8H, 12H) and fire is symbolic of the divine masculine (1H, 5H, 9H). these elements are complete opposites. when water and fire collide, the water subdues the fire and we are only left with smoke. in the song “smoke on water” by deep purple (who has five members with prominent jyeshta placements), we see the nature of this smoky elemental intermingling under the co-rulership of ketu. the promiscuity of water and purification of fire combines and forms the infinite knot. ketu is the south node, representing our past lives and karma. whereas, buddha is the planet of awakening the discriminating intellect between benefic and malefic actions, essentially good and evil. the harsh, polar forces of water and fire (rashi elements) coupled with past lives and karma (ketu) and knowledge (buddha), create this need for escapism. the need for stimulation to calm the ever-present sense of anxiety or physical ailments gandanta natives are prone to. the use of cigars, cigarettes, or cylinder-shaped products of other smoky varieties (🌿) as a way to ease their anxious nature. as the dusthana houses are uneasy, ketu is unstable, and buddha plays tricks on the mind.

🌫 the cylinder shape of these smoky, stress-relieving products is symbolic of yang energy (the phallus). while this may sound odd, the intoxicating (yin) energy of tobacco and the yang shape of these products creates the perfect balance of water and fire to attract these natives. this is reminiscent of the nineveh cylinder. this cylinder is designed to be a message to the universal one and directs the eyes are set upon it. it is only the eyes that contain an energetic consciousness who will be able to understand the cylinder’s message. you must be able to feel and think to be integrated into the powers of the cylinder and hence the have the power to ascend. one’s energetic signature then changes and only then may the individual have the ability to receive it’s messages or symbols. this acts as a cosmic safety valve to prevent the duality of the lower dimensional worlds from contaminating the higher dimensions that reside in cosmic unity (indra). it represents achieving the human ability to go within your self and untie the knot/noose of tripura sundari within to balance one’s intention, focus and willpower. the symbol of latter is an upward or downward pointed triangle. this triangular figure is symbolic of completion, the three worlds tripura sundari transcends. the journey for jyeshtas is long and hard, filled with fire and water, smoke and mirrors, and lightness and darkness. the cylinder of nineveh invites jyeshtas to walk through the smoky abyss, through the yang passage of the cylinder to untie their inner knot of restriction to be finally free from the harsh realities of this world.

🐇 ‘holli would’ as played by jyeshta surya kim basinger in “cool world”

💋 as always, i am open to any constructive criticism! i tried to touch on the deities’ involvement in the appearances, manifestations, and symbolism of jyeshta. to be quite frank, studying the story of jyeshta brought me to tears. it’s unfair the amount of harm and difficulty they experience in their lifetimes, but their determination and wit pulls them through. studying these many deities, symbolism, cultures, and religions for this post has been so honoring and humbling. as i was making this post, a bunny approached my window and i do not live in an area where rabbits are common. i just thought that was a lovely sign, i’d be a fool to think this is merely a coincidence. if you are looking for more information about jyeshta, get to know the overrulers and supreme deities of kuja, bhumi (the earth goddess) and skanda (the war god), and buddha, vishnu (the maintainer) and narayana (the cosmic person). also—and i cannot stress this enough—familiarize yourself with the deity of this nakshatra: indra. if any of my placements or information are incorrect please feel free to let me know! also, i am fully aware of the origins of vedic astrology and if i was in anyway disrespectful to hindu culture, i will take down this post immediately. i am incredibly honored to know such lovely vedic astrology enthusiasts. you all mean so much to me xx

**all of these placements were found using astrotheme/.com and/or astro-charts/.com. it is important to note that some chandra (moon) placements may be off by up to 6 degrees and lagnas (risings) as well, due to the fact that many websites do not have 100% accurate birth times for the given celebrities.

**i take absolutely no credit for the invention of vedic astrology-based appearance profiles. please watch claire nakti on youtube or look into @/cn0bles, @/lovejustlied, @/dh4nishta, and @/vanillemercure on twitter for more in-depth analysis on vedic astrology xx

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Haikyuu!! Boys as Bad Dad moments

Characters: Akaashi, Washio, Konoha, Kita, Suna, Ushijima, Yahaba, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Daishou and Numai

**These are ways they “failed” as fathers. I am not talking about ACTUALLY failing as fathers, just things dads have done that most of us either remember/get told about NOT TO BE TAKEN S E R I O U S L Y it is just for f u n I also gave them all at least 2 kids cause SibLiNgS**

A ‘*’ means it happened to me lol

TW- Mentions of giving too much medicine, accidental pain caused to child, these are things I either experienced/knew people who experienced them, allusion to cursing/a FEW bad words (but I substitute a letter for something else :)

*Akaashi Keiji:

He had been working in his office when his son had come in.

You had been putting your newborn to sleep for a nap when your son decided he wanted to be with his dad.

His son was only 3, so when Akaashi was held up in his office editing his son, Kenji, would sometimes come in and plop himself in Akaashi’s lap.

His sons small feel padded on the floor while he made his way to his father, softly tugging on his pants as he stuck his arms up.

Akaashi smiled and softly chuckled before gently picking up his son from under his arms and placing him on his lap.

He got to work soon after, reading and revising the pages.

Other than having his son on his lap it wasn’t unusual for him to be drinking coffee while working.

Keep in mind, your son had inherited a lot from Akaashi, and not just his looks or personality.

But also his habits.

Because of this, your son was very fidgety, usually toying with a string or your fingers.

That meant he tended to move around a lot.

Akaashi had just lifted his not-so-cold coffee to his lips when his son had made a sudden movement, causing him to knock his arm and, “AHH” Akaashi’s eyes snapped open as his son started crying, cursing under his breath he stood up gently holding his son in his arms as he carried him to the bathroom.

Sitting him down on the counter he dried the coffee off of his son, luckily it hadn’t been hot enough to burn him, but it was still hot enough to hurt.

“What happened? I heard crying, is he okay?” Akaashi sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, he’s okay, he bumped my arm and I spilled my coffee on him. He’s okay! It didn’t burn him, but it did hurt...” Your frowned as you stood in front of your son, giving him a soft smile before kissing his arm, cause kisses always make it feel better~

You carefully picked him up from the counter, rocking him slowly side to side as he burrowed into your shoulder.

“Are you okay little man~” He nodded as he sniffled into your shoulder, little hands clutching onto the fabric of your t-shirt.

“You know daddy didn’t mean it, it was an accident.” He nodded again, lifting his head to rub his eyes and reach out for his dad.

Akaashi gave a wobbly smile before reaching over to grab him, kissing the top of his head as he carried him back to his office, making sure to have some iced coffee instead.

Washio Tatsuki:

This would be the first time Washio was left alone with the twins.

5 months ago, you and your husband had had your first children, your adorable fraternal twins Natsuki and Tatsuo.

Today would be the first day you would be away from them, but with your mother being sick and you being the only one available to take care of her you had to go.

You weren’t too worried about your husband, he was already a good dad so you had no doubt they were in good hands.

But it was never an enjoyable experience to have to leave your kids, especially your babies, and for the first time.

So, you decided to leave early in the morning, give them their good morning kisses and head over to your parents house.

Before you left you changed their diapers, letting them play in their little play pen while your husband tried to get up.

Rubbing his eyes Washio walked into the play room.

He had to go to the gym today for a meeting, fortunately EJP had a really good daycare system in the stadium, so he could leave his kids there while he attended the short meeting.

He stopped in his tracks as his face blanched and he felt his breath stop.

You had changed the twins’ diapers...but you hadn’t dressed them.

The twins were still young, so without looking at their, uh, biological differences you couldn’t tell them apart....

Now, usually when this happened you guys would just check the diapers, but you had just done them..

And he was already running a bit late.

So, he made his best guess, got them dressed (one in pink, the other in blue), fed and in the car driving them to the stadium.

Once he got there he quickly dropped them off, rushing to his meeting.

The meeting had been fairly simple, just some pre-season info he’d need.

After chatting with his coach/teammates, and stopping Suna and Komori from pulling a prank, he made his way back to the daycare.

He walked into the building when one of the younger care takers, Yui, walked up to him, One twin in each arm.

He smiled as he carefully put them into their carriers.

“Uhm, just a question...” He looked up to her and motioned for her to continue.

“...Were you aware that Tatsuo was wearing the dress?” Washio sighed as he ran a hand down his face shaking his head. Yui light heartedly smiled, “Don’t worry, we switched them.” Thanking them, he picked up his babies and went home.

He was not prepared for the way you cackled when he told you what happened.

*Konoha Akinori:

You had gone away for a business trip, leaving your husband Konoha home with your 3 kids. (You guys have 2 girls and a boy)

Your middlest child, your son Akira, had recently come down with a cold making the poor thing miserable when he tried to sleep.

Being the good dad that he is, he gave his son some benadryl!

The next morning he woke up, and after letting his kids sleep in for a little bit he woke them up too.

...two of them.

He tried several times to get his son to leave his bed, but the little kid couldn’t so much as swing one foot over the side of his bed with out falling asleep again.

He didn’t think too much of it, the kid had a cold after all.

So he let him sleep for another hour or so before making him get up for real.

A day later you got home, and everything was pretty much normal.

Until you went to put your son to bed, and realized he had crashed on the couch.

“...Uhm, Akinori?” Your husband lifted his head at your voice, setting the dishes in the sink and drying his hands with a towel as he made his way over to you.

“Yeah babe?” You took a look over towards your son before looking back to your husband.

“...Has Akira been like that all weekend?” Konoha ran his hand through his hair as he sighed. “No, only since Saturday. He wasn’t feeling good so I gave him some benadryl, he’s been dead to the world since.” You slowly nodded.

“Uhm, Akinori?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “How much benadryl did you give him?”

He left to grab the box, coming back with it in his hand as he continued to look at it.

He shook his head in confusion. “I gave him the amount the box said, 1 teasp-”- He paused.

Uh oh.

He in fact, had not given his son a teaspoon of benadryl.

He had given him a tablespoon.

*Kita Shinsuke:

You had to leave early one morning for a doctors appointment; you were pregnant with you and Kita’s second child.

Usually for these appointments Kita’s grandmother would watch your 3 year old daughter Kyoka.

But she had something to do that morning so Kita was the one responsible for getting her ready for preschool.

Kita was a good father so you weren’t worried.

You knew she would be put together, fed, and on time.

There was just one thing you couldn’t account for.

“Daddy?” Kita looked away from the mirror he was shaving in and down to his daughter, washing away the traces of shaving cream. “Yes sweetheart?”

She held out her small hand, 2 bright pink hair ties with little butterfly charms on them held out in her palm.

“Can you do my piggy tails please?” His eyes widened.

He hadn’t done hair...like...ever.

But from the puppy eyes his little princess was giving him, how could he not do it?!

Plus, it couldn’t be that hard...right? I mean, he had watched you do it plenty of times, and it was pretty straight forward.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed he had her stand on the ground in front of him.

He grabbed her brush and put the two hair ties she had given him on his wrist.

He brushed her hair and parted it as evenly as he could, trying to be gentle in the process.

Now time for the pig tails..

He pulled her hair back, trying to make it tight to it would stay.

...But he might have made it a little too tight.

He turned her around and realized he had made them way too tight.

Not only did her hair look like he had slicked it back with x4 strength hair gel, but it was so tight that her eyebrows had been stuck way up on her forehead.

He was quick to turn her back around, loosening the hair ties so she looks like a 3 year old again.

His face turned undeniably red as he told you what happened later that night, you light heartedly laughing at his misfortune.

Suna Rintaro:

Suna had just gotten out of practice, and now he was on the way to his kids school.

You and Suna had 4 kids, 2 boys and 2 girls.

The youngest 2 had a doctor’s appointment earlier that day, which you had taken them too. Meaning Suna needed to pick the older 2 up from elementary school.

He had been listening to music, his music to be specific.

He had pulled into the parking lot, changing the playlist to a kid friendly one right before his children got in the car.

After they had told him about their days, and he had told about his, he switched back on the music.

It had been fine for a song.

Until he realized that he had a few songs qued.

The fun little song had just ended when the bass dropped, the color draining from his face as soon as the song started.

The mentioned song being “Big Bank” by YG, 2 Chainz, Big Sean and Nicki Minaj of course~.

He was quick to turn the radio off, waiting until he could pull over, empty the que, and turn on kid friendly music.

He told the kids to ‘forget what they heard’ and he continued on his drive home.

Now, you’ve got to remember, his daughter is in kindergarten and his son is in 2nd grade, so they’re still kind of at that “monkey see, monkey do” age range.

Or rather, “monkey hear, monkey repeat.”

He thought it was gonna be okay, they were good kids so he figured telling them to forget they even heard it, they would let it go.

There was just one thing about his children that he didn’t account for.

As obedient and well behaved as his children were, they were also very curious.

That night at dinner they had all been sat down at the table, eating dinner and talking about their days.

You had been feeding your infant son while Suna had been watching the 3 year old, the other 2 older children happily eating their food. Until...

“Hey mommy?” You looked at your daughter with a smile, “Yes baby?” She continued to eat her dinner, “What’s a b!tch?” Your eyes widened as your husband choked on his food, your baby laughing at the scene before him.

Hitting his chest and taking a sip of water Suna tried to catch his breath.

“Nezuko we don’t say that, where did you hear that?!” She tilted her head as she looked at you confused before turning to look at Suna, pointing a small finger at him.

“It was on the radio, daddy told us to ‘forget’ but I didn’t know what it meant...What does it mean?” You sent a glare towards your husband as you sighed.

After explaining to your daughter why it was bad to say those things and not to repeat everything she heard you cleaned up your kids and put them to bed.

...You had quite the conversation with your husband later that night.

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

Ushijima had been on grocery duty this week since you had a meeting with a friend.

He had the Friday off, and since you weren’t home he took the kids with him.

Now, I would like you to know that you guys have 6 kids. S I X.

Growing up with no siblings and divorced parents, Ushijima wanted to make sure none of his kids were lonely.

Originally you guys had two, each kid had a buddy.

...but then you had a third, and you couldn’t just leave him alone...

so you had another...then another...

And now you guys have 6. But it’s okay cause you both love kids anyway~

He was doing his best, he truly was. He had his 2 youngest sitting in the little seat by the handle bar, 2 kids in the basket, 1 hanging onto the side and the oldest walking alongside him.

When they got to check out he had to take one of the kids out of the basket, so he opted for his 3rd oldest, his son Kazue, figuring he was older so it’d be a-okay.

He checked out his extensive amount of groceries before loading them up into his car, and his kids.

He pulled out of the grocery store parking lot and got on the road, his kids singing along to the radio and chatting amongst themselves.

They had been driving for 6 minutes when his oldest child, Ren, spoke up. “Uh, dad?” He hummed, briefly checking the rear view mirror before returning his gaze to the road. “When are we going back to get Kazue?” His face lost all color as his eyes widened.

As swiftly and safely as he could he pulled over to the side of the road, whipping around in his seat to take a head count. ‘1..2..3..4..5...oh sh-’ Turning back around he got back onto the road, taking the nearest u-turn and rushing back to the store.

Unbuckling his kids from their carseats he hurried them back into the store, his oldest holding the 2nd borns hand, as he held all 3 of the younger ones in his arms.

He frantically entered the store, almost collapsing with relief when he saw his son sat at the customer service desk with the security guard, eating a lollipop before smiling when he saw his dad come to pick him up.

After giving proof that yes, he was his father, he took all of his kids back home after getting them some ice cream.

...this would be one conversation he was not excited to have with you....

Yahaba Shigeru:

Yahaba and his 2 sons had been hanging out in the living room while you finished making some snacks in the kitchen.

Yahaba had been trying to set up a DVD player, you guys were going to watch some home-videos from your high school days but they were all on CD.

So, after borrowing one from his parents house, he set out to hook it up to the TV.

...Which was proving much more difficult then he first anticipated.

His two boys, Itsuki (6) and Hayato (8) were in there with him, ‘helping’ as they had called it.

Yahaba groaned as he sat back, a hand ruffling through his hair as he racked his brain to think of the problem.

You had finished preparing everything so you came in, with the food, and set it down on the coffee table.

You came up behind your husband, kneeling down behind him and placing your hands on his shoulders.

“How’s it going?” He sighed, leaning back into you.

“Well, I think I know what I need to do, I’m going to have to stick my hand back there though. Hey Hayato, can you help me out buddy?” The 8 year old excitedly nodded.

“Great, I need you to hold this flashlight here, hold it steady okay?” Hayato nodded with a ‘Yup!’ before Yahaba laid down on his side, maneuvering to where he could see the back of the TV.

All had been going well, he had just got it hooked up, and after having you test it, it worked!

He tried to get himself out from behind the TV, until a sharp edge caught his finger.

“Sh!t!” Your eyes widened, “Shigeru!” He hadn’t realized his slip up until he was out from behind the TV, faced directly with your glare.

“Kids, don’t say that.” His youngest blinked at him. “But why?”.

Kneeling down in front of him Yahaba tried to explain, but it was a little hard when you were glaring holes into the back of his head and his oldest was giggling at the situation.

*Iwaizumi Hajime:

It was a weekend in summer vacation, and you and your husband were both off work.

This meant, you guys got a whole day to spend with your 3 boys, and one of the things you guys loved to do as a family was play games.

On this particular afternoon, your sons had chosen to play twister.

You were a little skeptical because you had 3 competitive, rambunctious boys.

And an equally competitive rambunctious husband.

But after getting 4 identical pouts you couldn’t say no...

But, you elected to be the spinner. (..for your own safety)

“Left hand, green.” This put your middlest son in quite the predicament.

The only space available was the Green directly by his fathers hand, meaning he’d have to crawl under Iwaizumi.

“Okay Hajime, right hand, yellow.” Iwaizumi grimaced as he tried to reach it.

This wasn’t good, the mat was slick, his hands were sweating-

“oOf” Before he could catch himself he had completely lost his balance, landing right on his son.

You gasped in horror as you saw the life get squeezed out of your 5 year old, scrambling from where you sat to check on your now pancaked son.

“...Hiro..are you okay..?”

His small head shot up with a “I’m okay!” Before he, albeit wearily, stood up brushing off his godzilla t-shirt before continuing on with his life.

You took a deep breath as you sat back down, flashing a warning look towards your husband who sheepishly smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

And after checking that yes, your son really was okay, you guys continued on with some...safer games.

Futakuchi Kenji:

You had left for a weekend visit to see your parents in your hometown, leaving your husband and Your 3 girls alone.

It was a friday night, so after having a less than healthy dinner, ice cream and a fair amount of other sweets, Futakuchi figured a movie before bed would be a good way to finish off the night.

He scrolled through netflix trying to find a movie he could watch with his girls.

“Daddy, can we watch snow white?!” Futakuchi looked down at his oldest, Hayami, before he shrugged. “Sure.”

He may be a guy, but he was not above watching princess movies if it meant his babies were happy. Besides, it was a disney movie, what bad could be in it!

Everything was going swell, until the witch showed up.

He felt the sick feeling of dread in his stomach as soon as he felt his middlest curl in tight to his side, his youngest hopping off of the couch and climbing into his lap.

...Disney SHOULD have been a safe bet, but with the way his 3 girls were clinging onto him for dear life, he probably should have previewed it first..

That night he put them to bed, reading them a quick story before giving them each a kiss on their forehead and tucking them into bed.

15 minutes.

15 minutes of almost sleep when he heard you guys’ bedroom door creak open, 3 sets of little feet pad over to his side of the bed.

“...daddy..?” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he opened them, brown eyes meeting the teary ones of his 3 children as they stood there. Speaking in as soft of a voice as he could he tried not to sound as tired as he knew he was.

“What is it munchkin?” His daughters all fidgeted where they stood, fiddling with the hems of their princess night gowns as they stood there.

“...We’re scared...can we sleep with you..?” Knowing he wouldn’t be able to get them to sleep like you could, and being incredibly tired himself he moved to the side, opening the covers and making room for all 3 of his princesses.

...This was going to be a long night for him..

Daishou Suguru:

Daishou had been playing outside with his kids, his 2 year old son Kento and his 5 year old daughter Shizuko.

His son was sat on his shoulders, one of Daishou’s hands wrapped firmly around the boys ankles while the other pushed his daughter on the swing.

You had been inside getting dinner ready while they had been outside; smiling fondly at the smiles that were plastered on their faces.

When dinner had finished you walked to the sliding glass door, opening it and calling to them. “Dinners ready! Come inside and wash up so we can eat.” Your daughter and husband replied with ‘okay!’ as you went back to get plates.

Slowing down the swing Daishou brought it to a stop so Skizuko could safely get off.

In all honesty, he was a good dad.

He was very mindful of his children and their surroundings, so they didn’t get hurt too often.

He was also very careful not to accidentally hurt them.

But accidents happen.

Walking to the back door, he, somehow either forgot or the thought didn’t register in his mind that his son was still perched on his shoulders.

He didn’t remember until a loud *whack!* was heard, and his sons cries sounded above him.

..He had tried going inside, through the door, with his son on his shoulders.

Bringing him down from his shoulders he quickly brought him inside to set him down on the counter, you almost screaming when you saw the bruise forming on his little forehead.

“Ah-wha-how- SUGURU! What happened?!”

Groaning Daishou gently put a small ice pack on his sons head, “...He whacked his head on the door frame...” You looked at him, “And how did he do that?”

Daishou sighed as he looked down, grimacing at the purple mark already present on his sons head.

...For the next few nights the couch became a good friend of his.

Numai Kazuma:

Today was your son, Kazuya’s birthday. Today he would be turning 1.

Kazuya was the first, and so far only child you had with your husband of 3 years Kazuma Numai.

You and Numai were still learning how to be parents, and it had been an interesting journey to say the least, but you guys were doing good!

Your relatives and friends had just left, leaving you, Kazuma and your son.

It was pretty late so you started cleaning up in the kitchen and Numai started in the living room.

Kazuya had been pretty fussy, you both figuring he was tired, but when you tried to put him to sleep he wouldn’t even close his eyes.

So, deciding it’d be best to get it out of the way Numai held Kazuya as he was cleaning.

Things had been going just fine before Kazuya had reached out to grab at something on a nearby book shelf, causing the book shelf to start tipping over.

At that moment the only thing going through Numai’s mind was ‘stop the book shelf’, because at the moment, getting his son and him crushed by a bookshelf seemed like a very bad thing.

But what he hadn’t thought of was the fact that reflexively he had used both of his arms to stop said shelf (which didn’t even fall), the same two arms that had been holding his- “WAAAHH”

His eyes snapped down to the BABY he had just let go of, now crying on the floor.

You rushed into the living room, seeing your husband now cradling your still crying son, whispering apologies into his hair as he kissed the top of his head.

“Kazuma what happened?”

He avoided eye contact.

“...Kazuma...” Looking down he spoke.

“...I dropped him...”

...

“...you what?”

#akaashi x reader #washio x reader #konoha x reader #kita x reader #suna x reader #ushijima x reader #yahaba x reader #iwaizumi x reader #futakuchi x reader #daishou x reader #numai x reader #hq headcanons #hq imagines #Haikyuu!!#haikyuufanfiction #haikyu x reader

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Let's go Karaoke, they said...

Title: Let's go Karaoke, they said...

Summary: <insert summary>

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k~

TW: Swearing, alcohol use, suggestive lyrics, bad life choices, more swearing.

A/N: Aaaa, finally got off my ass and finished this. This is my entry for @ghost-party’s Meet Cute Collab, featuring the white haired menace himself, Gojo Satoru! This is like, literally my first full fic in over a decade so, uh, please temper your expectations, y’all. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Thank you, Rebecca, for organizing this, loved having a motivation to write again. :3

Also, because this is a karaoke fic, song lyrics are featured. If you are not familiar with, or just want to listen to the songs used, you can clicky-clicky below:

Bang Bang - Jessie J, Ariana Grande, Nicki Minaj

Magic Dance - David Bowie

Karaoke was most definitely not your thing. You loved music, but you were terrible at any and all attempts at reproducing it with your vocal cords. Therefore you avoided Karaoke like the plague, not due to a lack of enjoyment, but, as you so kindly put it, out of mercy for those around you. In reality you were not actually horrible at it, but you were much more easily embarrassed than you liked to admit. Historically, you had been able to overcome this little problem with the right company (translation: those kind of friends who know you so well it’s impossible to embarrass yourself around them - if only because no matter what you do, you have already done ten times worse in front of them) and just a tiny bit of liquid courage. Sadly your lifelong friends were all back home, meaning the only people you hung out with these days were coworkers. Thus, you continued to avoid Karaoke, refusing to tank your workplace credibility with the right wrong combination of 80s songs and alcohol.

But when one of your friends from your previous job invited you to join the old crew for a girls’ night to celebrate someone’s promotion, you did not hesitate.

And that was how you had found yourself right here, on stage, sandwiched between tonight’s guest of honor, a normally quiet and shy lady who became a total fiend the second she held a microphone - no alcohol required, and the group’s de facto party organizer and full time party girl. Both of whom you absolutely adored, but who had not seen you at your worst (yet). As you were getting ready to embarrass yourself in a random karaoke bar, surrounded by some familiar faces and a handful of strangers, you looked around taking in the crowd. Apart from yours, there were only a few tables occupied by a few small groups of people who seemed to be on the same boat as yours; here to have fun with friends and not paying that much attention to people outside their circle. Some people sat on their own at the bar and one lone blonde wearing sunglasses took up a whole side booth by himself. These people seemed more interested in the stage than those who were here with others, and while you were not a fan of having an audience, they made you slightly less nervous than the women at your own table did. After all, you were never gonna see these strangers again, meanwhile the people in your group were for sure going to be milking the most embarrassing highlights of the night for months to come.

You stared at the microphone in your hand, hoping that if you stared hard enough it would maybe go away. It did not. Your gaze now fell on the glass full of straight vodka in your other hand and you decided that if you were going to go down in flames, you wanted to at least be pleasantly buzzed for it (one day you would learn healthy coping habits, that day was not today). And with that, you steeled yourself, said a silent prayer for your tastebuds, and downed the drink in one go. You could hear the cheering and whooping coming from your table, your friends excited at the prospect of seeing you loosen up a bit.

♪ She got a body like an hourglass ♪ - As the song started, one of your friends started singing along. She walked up to your other friend and ran her hands up and down her sides, emphasizing her curves as she started to sway with the music.

♪ But I can give it to you all the time ♪ - They shared a mischievous smile as she made her way to you. You raised an eyebrow, you knew what was coming.

♪ She got a booty like a Cadillac. But I can send you into overdrive ♪ - She slapped your ass as she winked at you and moved to face the crowd again. You could see the grins blooming in the faces of the other women in your group. No doubt fully enjoying seeing the usually shy woman, letting loose on her night.

♪ (You've been waiting for that. Stop, hold up, swing your bat) ♪ - Your other friend joined in the singing, as she fully stepped into her role.

♪ See anybody could be bad to you. You need a good girl to blow your mind ♪ - And with that, they were both fully into it, singing at the top of their lungs, owning the fuck out of the little stage in the badly lit bar… and tugging you along with them. They had promised they only needed you for the rap, that you wouldn’t need to be a part of the whole show they planned to put on. But you knew it was a lie, and, honestly? you were okay with it. You had a soft spot for the puppy eyes they made at you when sober, and now, four drinks in, you were putty in their hands, and they knew it. So when one of your friends grabbed your hand and tried to get you to start dancing with her while the other went about her solo, you took a deep breath, closed your eyes and decided to fully embrace your role as well. You danced with them as if you were not, in fact, on a stage, and just let them lead you around until it was your turn to sing. It was fun, and also, it took your mind off the fact that you were about to sing some completely ridiculous verses in front of some friends you still wanted to respect you, while simultaneously trying to act like the baddest bitch that ever bitched, and trying not to literally run away from the venue.

You stepped up to the center of the stage, putting on your best “I own this fucking place” face.

♪ It's Myx Moscato. It's frizz in a bottle

It's Nicki full throttle. It's oh, oh ♪ - Nope, nope, ABORT. You did not, in fact, own this fucking place. Nicki Minaj could pull this off because, well, she was Nicki Minaj, you on the other hand, were not Nicki Minaj, nor drunk enough to think you were coming across as anything other than pure cringe.

But you were stubborn. You quickly scanned the crowd, looking for a safe point to stare at while you trudged on. Your table was absolutely no help at all, pretending to whistle, making grabby hands at you, and asking you to step on them. You promised yourself you would take great pleasure in ending them - later, and continued to scan the room. And that’s when you saw the guy from before (who you now realized was not a blonde, but white haired). At some point between the ass slap and your current agony-filled solo, he had moved up closer to the stage. As a result, he was now very casually leaning against a column, hands in his pockets and directly facing you. But more importantly, he was still wearing the shades, and that was all you needed from him right now. You once again made fake eye contact with him and continued to play your part; Attitude turned up to eleven, spitting out the words without hesitation and with a precision that astounded you (and that was possibly nothing but an alcohol fueled delusion).

Meanwhile the stranger played his part, he stayed in place and let you stare him down while you did your thing, bobbing his head to the rhythm and overall looking like he was enjoying himself. Until...

♪ Kitten so good. It's dripping on wood

Get a ride in the engine that could go ♪ - You saw an eyebrow shoot up behind the shades and you vaguely considered that perhaps holding fake eye contact with a stranger while singing Nicki Minaj verses was not the smartest thing you had done tonight. No matter how stupidly good looking said stranger was. You tried not to think about it, and carried on, solo part was almost over and you didn’t remember any other----

♪ Ride his uh, like a Harley. Then pull off in his Ferrari

If he hangin' we bangin'.

It ain't karaoke night but get the mic 'cause I'm singin' ♪ - It looked like he choked on a laugh, and was now sporting the biggest shit eating grin you had ever seen. You had never met this guy before, but you could tell from the teasing aura that practically oozed off him at this point, that he was definitely someone’s headache on the daily. Vaguely you wondered if “I was not coming onto you, I was just exclusively looking in your general direction while I sang deeply suggestive lyrics” would sound as much as a bullshit excuse when said out loud as it did in your head and if it would deter the stranger at all, if he chose to question you about it. For now he didn’t do anything and just allowed you to wrap things up with some semblance of dignity.

♪ B to the A, to the N, to the G, to the uh (Baby)

B to the A, to the N, to the G, to the, hey

See anybody could be good to you

You need a bad girl to blow your mind (Your mind)' ♪ - That did it. Your table just fucking lost it. They were cheering for all three of you like you were actual stars. Thankfully, this also meant that the spotlight was off you for good and you could stop staring at that poor guy - after all, he did not ask to be your emotional crutch, and he was a rather good sport about it. You got once again pulled and pushed by your friends, while all three of you finished off the song

As the next singer got on, you walked off stage sandwiched between your friends.

“I was not drunk enough for that, dammit.”

“Oh, come on! You had fun, admit it!” the girl behind you argued playfully, before taking another sip of her water.

“No, trust me. I know when I’m having fun,” you started dryly, then sighed and shifted your tone to… something in the vicinity of whiny -- “I thought it was gonna be 80’s night when I said yes to Karaoke. Didn’t even get to hear Magic Dance.” You gave her the best pout you could muster, lower lip wobbling for added effect.

“You are such a drama queen,” she laughed at you. The nerve.

“Leave me if you can’t understand my love for the classics, you heathen!” you placed a hand over your heart dramatically.

Perhaps you were, indeed, drunk enough, you considered, as you watched your friend go back for another drink, laughing at your theatrics. But you didn’t get too much time to dwell on it, as you noticed the very attractive attractive white haired stranger walk past from right behind you towards the person managing the songs. Maybe it was his turn to make an ass of himself, that’d be nice. You kept your eyes on him as he talked to the guy on the booth, something about their interaction seemed a bit off from where you stood. It almost looked like the song guy had been annoyed at him at first, until the stranger took out his wallet and showed him something in there (it was kind of hard to tell from this angle). In yet another display of finesse and subtlety, you didn’t think to stop staring before Mr. Stranger turned back around, resulting in yet another shit eating grin directed your way, this time accompanied by a very interesting eyebrow wiggle. It broke you, and before you could think better of it, you let out a groan and hid your face between your hands.

“Hey~ are you ok?” one of your friends looked over to you, face full of concern.

“Yes…” you dragged the word as if you were in pain, “don’t mind me, just embarrassing myself.”

“Without even going on stage?” now that she knew there was no cause for concern… she chose violence.

“You little shit,” you replied, offended, “never doing karaoke again.”

“Awww, and here I was coming to ask you to sing a duet with me,” an unknown voice lamented in what was, most certainly, a teasing tone.

You practically broke your neck from how hard you turned around. Which was another of your horrible ideas, as it left you face to face with the guy with the shades. You blinked at him stupidly a couple of times, until, thank god, your brain remembered how to function and allowed you to respond:

“Fuck no.” It was not the most eloquent response you could have given, but it was a response. Fortunately the stranger didn’t seem offended by it, as he just laughed.

“All right, all right,” the amusement was clear in his voice, it was very obvious he was planning something, “can’t say I didn’t try~” and with that he started making his way towards the stage, as the current song started wrapping up.

Your friends immediately crowded you the moment he left, wanting to know who he was, what did he want, did you have condoms on you, the usual. You rolled your eyes at them and explained he was just a random dude you had, maybe, accidentally flirted with while singing. Who you were pretty sure was now trying to fuck with you. And as he took the stage, and the first few notes of his song of choice started playing, your friends’ faces filled with glee.

“Oh, he is absolutely fucking with you.”

♪ You remind me of the babe ♪ - Oh no.

♪ (What babe?) ♪ - No, no, no...

♪ The babe with the power ♪ - as he made his way through the opening verse, you experienced a broad range of emotions. Indignation: “He didn’t!”, amusement: “He did!”, attraction: “He has a nice voice…”

♪ (What power?) ♪ - and finally, sadness: “He is doing his own monster voices!”

♪ The power of voodoo

(Who do?)

You do

(Do what?)

Remind me of the babe ♪ - he finished the first verse doing every goblin line on his own. Looked kind of ridiculous, to be honest, but he was grinning all along, as if he was having the time of his life.

♪ I saw my baby, crying hard as babe could cry

What could I do?

My baby's love had gone

And left my baby blue

Nobody knew ♪ - It was practically a crime, really. The way he continued to sing, so full of energy, while he didn't even have one person to do the silly voices for him. No, in the name of the Goblin King, we can not let this stand. Your drunk brain practically shoved the thought at you, and you didn't even have time to wonder if your internal monologue was always this dramatic before your body utterly betrayed you. Against your better judgement, you stood up and before you knew it you were sauntering over to the stage just in time:

♪ What kind of magic spell to use ♪ - he didn’t even have the decency to pretend to be surprised as he pointed the mic at you.

♪ (Slime and snails) ♪ - you chimed in, as nasally as you could.

♪ Or puppy dog tails? ♪ - he brought the mic back to himself and replied.

♪ (Thunder or lightning) ♪ - the bastard laughed at your deep goblin voice.

♪ Then baby said ♪ - and before you could even register what happened, he put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in, so you could share the microphone for the chorus.

♪ Dance magic, dance magic (dance magic, dance magic)

Dance magic, dance magic (dance magic, dance magic)

Put that baby's spell on me

Jump magic, jump magic (jump magic, jump magic)

Put that magic jump on me

(Slap that baby, make him free!) ♪ - You should have been embarrassed. Should have. But you really loved 80’s songs. And so, you shared a microphone with a total stranger, singing your heart out while he held you close to his side. And you loved every second of it.

After what felt simultaneously like an eternity and no time at all, the song was over. And you were now faced with the consequences of your actions. In the form of the loud cheers coming from your table, accompanied by less than subtle looks and at least one “get it, girl!”. At this point, you figured, as you noticed your arm around your companion’s waist, may as well just go with it. Not that he gave you much time to think it over, and before you knew it, you were being maneuvered off the stage as he led you towards the tables.

“Your friends always this excitable?” he starts, turning to look at you, as he flashes you a positively devilish grin, “or just when you are about to be snatched away by an impossibly handsome stranger?”

“Aren’t we full of confidence tonight?” ah, sarcasm, your natural defense mechanism… clearly you were sobering up, just in time to antagonize this poor---

“Tonight? Nah, I’m always confident,” judging from the way his arm found its way around your shoulder again, it was clearly true. “Was thinking I’d invite you over to my table for drinks so you could get to know me, but…” he made a face, “the menu here sucks. So what do you say we go somewhere else? There’s a place I have in mind---” The look you shot him was enough to stop him in his tracks as he backed out a little, raising his hands defensively.

“Not like that! There’s a 24 hour cafe in this block that has great cakes,” he came closer to you again, as he noticed your frown softening after his short explanation, “I’d actually like to get to know you, besides, right now--” He stopped mid sentence again, but this time, not because of anything you did. He took his phone out and, after quickly apologizing, turned his full attention to it.

“Well, that’s that,” he announced, clearly disappointed, “I’m actually in the middle of work right now…”

“...like, you work here? Or are you on call?” you asked, a bit confused, and a bit suspicious that the guy was suddenly acting like he needed to dip. Coincidentally right after you made it clear he wasn’t getting his dick wet.

“Yeah, on call, something like that,” he agreed as he started typing something on his phone, seemingly only half paying attention to you. “So I gotta take off.”

“Oh, all right then,” it was a let down, but if he was the type of guy who lost interest the second he realized he wasn’t getting laid right away, then he was making you a favor, “have fun at work then,” you started walking towards your table, not expecting him to even look up from his phone.

“Oi, oi, oi…” he quickly moved to stand in front of you, “don’t I at least get your number before I go?” he asked with a pout, as he extended his phone towards you.

He had the new contact screen already open and ready for you to put your number in. That was probably what he was doing earlier, when you thought he was acting uninterested. You wanted to feel bad for assuming the worst of him, but as you looked over the contact name again, you decided he probably deserved it for something anyways.

“Just so you know, I already hate you,” you said as you handed his phone back, noting how he casually brushed his fingers with yours as he accepted it.

He let out a laugh as he waved and made his way towards the exit, “I’ll just have to work extra hard to change that~”

You returned to your friends who immediately pelted you with questions, surprised to see you back so soon. Were you okay? Did he turn out to be a creep? Was he boring you? Did they need to hunt him down and main him? The usual. As you fended them off and explained the situation, you felt the familiar buzz of an incoming text message coming from your pocket.

You shook your head as you started typing out your reply, trying to fight a smile. Quickly making peace with the fact that you had apparently just welcomed an impossibly handsome headache into your life.

#meet cute collab #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojou x reader

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