#i dont watch the show but i really liked that haircut

[rumiraclemi]

wonder if i can get away with making a chip cosplay and just telling my family it’s so i can be a pirate for halloween

[sinecosinewheel]

hiiiii finished the owl house thoughts in the tags

[columboscreens]

columbo is so gender to me but i dont think i could ever look like him</3

i think it's totally possible for anyone to embody his essence. you can even manage to rock something directly inspired by columbo without looking like you're cosplaying.

hair

if you have columbo's hair type, it's actually pretty easy to emulate his styles. i even know people who show pictures of columbo to hair stylists to get his look. my partner's hair in its natural state is very similar to columbo's--dark, wavy, tending to grow in spite of gravity rather than with it. whenever he gets his hair cut, he shows the stylist photos of late 60s/pilot episode peter falk, whose look is actually pretty on-trend for the current era. it works out pretty well.

your swag may have aged well pilot columbo but you can't beat floof

failing that, getting any haircut that is natural, low-maintenance, and not too attention-grabbing captures the visual language all the same. for reference, natasha lyonne in poker face has her hair in natural-looking, messy waves that to me just exude columbo.

clothing

how you present yourself to the world is up to you, but if you want to invoke columbo, there's a lot more you can do than buy a tan raincoat.

in an era of sharply-cut, wide-lapelled constructions, fat tie tuesdays, and gucci loafers, columbo stands out as classic comfort personified.

his collar, tie, and lapels are slim, proportional, and unassuming; they'd look good in almost any era. his pants fit closely to his leg but not too wide or slim, and sit at or near the natural waist. though his suits, shirts, ties, shoes, socks, and even coats rotate, there is a consistent color palette keeping him "on model". he embraces earth tones: creams, forest greens, light browns, dark browns, stony grays, rusts, and roses. his clothing seems like an afterthought, but it's an extension of his personality--rumpled and unassuming at first, yet sharp and deliberate upon further inspection.

amid the 1970s explosion of synthetic popularity, it says something that every stitch of textile on columbo's person is natural (aside from the raincoat, which is probably nylon or poly--he wears it without a lining and uses it as essentially an oversized windbreaker). his boots are leather with crepe latex soles; his tie is silk. his shirt is cotton, a bit boxy but comfortable and properly fitted. because the construction of his suits is roomy and unstructured, and because they're made of linen, they wrinkle easily.

this is easily confused for appearing slovenly. actually, all things considered, his clothes fit him pretty damn well, it's just hard to avoid wrinkling natural fibers like linen and cotton, especially in hot weather. he's running around los angeles sweating up a storm, the man needs loose, breathable fabric.

point is, columbo dresses very thoughtfully. since these clothes are workwear for him and he works a hell of a lot, it's imperative that he factors in the weather, his comfort, and proper fit when picking clothes. he wants to like and be comfortable in them while looking unassuming. so even though he sometimes ends up looking like an unmade bed, his choices are deliberate.

you could invoke these principles in your own appearance by picking earthy colors/jewel tones and comfortable, natural fabrics that you enjoy wearing, which has the added benefit of being better for you and the environment. consider also taking a few garments in to be altered. it's usually not that expensive, supports your local needlefolk, and makes even cheap clothes fit great.

as a last little aside, i think having a "signature" clothing item akin to columbo's raincoat would be a nice touch. a jacket, a pair of shoes, even a watch or necklace. something you always wear. if you really do want a raincoat like his, just make sure you're not buying a trench coat, because, repeat after me: columbo does not wear a trench coat.

[firemenenthusiast]

—“let it grow”

jann mardenborough x fem! reader

summary: nothing left to do when jann finally gets a new haircut except going absolutely feral

content warnings: 18+, smut, porn with plot, fluff, sub! jann, soft jann, whiny whimpery jann, restraint (?) jann being tied up, oral fixation, p in v (wrap it bro), f! masturbation (reader putting on a show for jann), cum eating, cumshots, pussy job, slight size kink

a/n: @imjustheretoreadsmuthaha had me promise to write some smut so yall have them to thank

looking at the last couple of years it can be said that there’s a surge in the sport’s popularity. not that it wasn’t ever popular but recently there are newcomers to the car racing fanclub. it attracts new big companies to invest and offer sponsorships to the label making jann busier than ever.

-especially it being almost the starting of a new season and all. sometimes he’s too caught up with work that you cant help but feeling left behind. he’d be out at the most random times of the day sometimes even when you’re getting ready for bed. that’s the norm you have to accept knowing your boyfriend does not have a fixed working schedule. when danny manages to slide them in for a meeting with a new client, he needs to be there. he’s become too busy that he doesn’t even have time to get his hair cut. his adorable undercut has now fully grown to the same length of the rest of his hair.

you dont really mind his grown hair because you get to enjoy watching him getting ready, putting products into his curls. one of the things you find him adorable for is the fact that he takes good care of his hair so eventho its grown, he keeps it neat and healthy. you can sit and watch him for hours on end, especially after he had left for a particularly long period where he doesn’t really have time for all the products. so when he comes home, you both will spend the free time just talking and enjoying each other’s presence while he grooms himself. sometimes you’d even help getting the back of his hair where he couldn’t see or reach. or when he got tired from doing the rest

“but its getting too long babe, i need to keep it short for the balaclava” he defends himself. he’s been complaining about how his hair’s getting into his face when he wears the helmet and how uncomfortable its becoming. you pout at his reasoning, not wanting him to cut his hair. “nooo please keep ittt,, you’ve never let it grow ever. plus you look-“ you trail off from your sentence, turning your head to a different direction. too shy to admit it. he searches into your face, raising his arms. “i look…?” you turn your head even further as he follows, chasing your face. “-hot.” you say under your breath. his cheeks heat up at your words before deciding to tease you

“come again ?”

“no”

he let out a laugh as he pulls you in for a back hug, his large arms squeezing your sides. he rests his head on top of yours, swaying the both of you. “im sorry baby but i need to, okay?” you purse your lips shut, pouting. you keep quiet as you give him a look. “i’ll take that as a yes ?” he quickly give you a kiss before planting a peck on your forehead, reaching for his jacket from the couch. standing beside the doorframe, you watch him as he gets into his porsche. you wave at him, smiling as he drives off, thinking about how he’s probably gonna get a haircut.

his first race of the season is this weekend so you have to leave for the airport tomorrow. as you’re packing his and your stuff into the luggage your hear the front door being unlocked. he’s back. you continue arranging the clothes so they can all fit, subconsciously anticipating for the suprise of seeing his new haircut. you hear him calling for you from downstairs before his voice’s getting nearer. the door to your bedroom swings open to reveal an excited, jumpy jann with a huge smile across his face. “honey, im homeee” he jokes, acting like a husband who just got back from his 9-5 job. this is the jann you’d get called a liar for when telling his team about his behaviour. they dont believe that he actually acts like this around you. but jack does, he knows how jann actually is. you turn to face him as you’re being met with the fresh haircut, making him almost unrecognizable. it reminds you of when you first met him years ago. when he just got into racing, back when he was so shy to people and to you. especially you. if you could comically describe the feeling you’re feeling rn, it is as if your heart just got shot by cupids arrow. awestruck. it’s like having a crush on him for the second time. not like you’re not crushing on him every other day but the haircut makes you want to do things to him. you feel heat creeping across your cheek before rushing to your core.

seeing you quiet and not returning any reaction panics him. every possible scenario of you breaking up with him because of that haircut plays into his mind. “baby..?” he steps closer, slowly walking towards you. “hey look, if you dont like it i can- um, i can wear my durag all the time. you like it when i do, right ?” he offers, him internally panicking shows the most adorable side of him. not in a million years does he want to do anything you dont like. you get up from the floor just as you finish up on packing. “lemme- let me get that,,” he quickly reach for the luggage to help you zip them up. you walk to your bed, footsteps heavy as he follows from behind like a lost puppy. he’s worrying hard that you’re being quiet. as you lay your butt on the soft material he kneels before you, looking up at you with eyes filled with panic and worry. “please say something baby” you look down at him rubbing at your legs before reaching down to cup his face, smoothing over his also newly shaved skin. gosh he looks so cute

you trail your fingers from his cheek to his mouth, feeling his plump lips before pushing your fingers past them. he closes his lips around your fingers, sucking at them as you push down on his tongue. “you’re funny, jann” he blinks, listening attentively before you continue,

“you’re funny if you think you can look like this and expect me to not fuck you”

he shakes his head thinking you’d want him to deny it. your pull your fingers out, strings of saliva attached to it as you wipe it on his cheek. you tsk at him being silent. “do you remember when we first started dating ?” a smile creeps onto his face as the memories slip into his mind. he nods. “-you looked exactly like you do right now.” his smile grows wider. a lot about him has changed but one thing that wont, is how he’s willing to let you fuck him dumb anytime. especially when he deserves it. wasting no time, you lean down to crash your lips onto his as you fingers rake up the fresh undercut he just got. a shiver goes down his spine feeling the tips of your fingers graze the back of his head before they pull at the strands at the top. your noses bump against each other as you suck on his bottom lips hungrily. the haircut’s really making you go feral.

you get up from the bed ushering him to do the same. the kiss got interrupted for a second before you pull him down by his crewneck, making him lean down. he returns your kiss sloppily, spit getting smeared all over your mouths before you pull away to take a breath. his mouth chases yours, not wanting to stop kissing your lips ever if he could. he begins to suck at your tongue as his lips continue lapping at yours like a starved animal. just as you pull away he let out a whine in protest. his eyes droopy, lips shiny as he steps back, obeying your hand on his chest before you push him onto the bed. as soon as he’s settled he’s quick to take off his sweater earning a giggle from you. as his hand move to reach the hem of his sweatpants next you stop him, “ah-ah” while grabbing his hand. he smiles sheepishly as he obeys, settling his hands on his sides instead. you get off the bed to pick up something off the floor hidden by the luggage, holding it carefully to not let jann see what it is. you climb back onto the bed, straddling him before you grind teasingly against his prominent bulge. he lets out a soft moan thinking you’re gonna make him cum soon. you chuckle at his response before grabbing both his hands and bringing them to his back before tying them together with his tie that you just picked off the floor. you didn’t tie it tight but he knows not to break the knot. he’s learned his lesson the hard way. you climb off the bed before taking off all your clothes at the edge of it, making sure he’s watching

“my sweet jann, i always miss you dearly when you’re busy” you tell him dramatically. its true tho, you do. he watches your ass bounce closely as you’re walking towards the wardrobe, glancing at him behind your shoulder. you search into the wardrobe before reaching just the thing you need before slipping it through your head. his gt academy t-shirt. the size of the shirt is just enough to slightly cover your bare pussy. you turn to look at him as he throws his head back, cursing under his breath. “fuck- is that..?” he blinks a few times, making sure he’s seeing the right thing

“yes” you confirm, before continuing

“it gets lonely, so this shirt will have to do” you say as you take a deep whiff of the scent on his shirt.

his chest is heaving hard, nervous as to find out what you’re planning on doing

“you wanna know what i do when you’re not there to help me ?” he watches closely as you walk towards the edge of the bed, climbing onto it. you start roaming your hands across your stomach before reaching up, the shirt caught together with your arm as you play with your nipples. starting off slow, you graze your nails across them before groping at your tits, putting on a show for him. you notice his cock twitching in his pants, forming a small dark patch at the tip. his mouth is slightly agape as his eyebrows furrow. “oh- fuck” he throws his head back, barely able to handle seeing you like this.

“its nothing compared to your fingers but-“ you sigh, purposely not finishing the sentence as you start rubbing your clit slowly. you look down, your fingers collecting the wetness as you spread your folds. you inch your knees forward closer to him, to really let him have a good look. “m’so wet for you jann,,” you tease, as he licks his lips, not knowing to look at your face or your hand while you play with your clit. as you start rubbing your fingers through your folds he shuts his eyes closed. he swears he almost came when you start letting out noises, the pretty little noises that could be the death of him.

fucking yourself on your fingers while wearing his shirt infront of him, you let out a moan as you call out his name in a high pitched whine. your fingers move rapidly as you feel your orgasm approaching. “m’so close jann, fuck-“ you manage to let out before the waves come crashing down, your knees growing weak. jann struggles to hold himself back from coming undone in his pants while he forces his hips down from buckling upwards. “please…,,you’re gonna-” he starts to plead before you shut him up by stuffing your fingers that were collecting your cum into his mouth. he hums at the taste, closing his eyes savouring it. you feel his tongue swirl around your fingers before you pull them out. “good boy” more precum seeps out of his hard cock as he feels himself growing harder. you lean in to kiss him, your fingers sprawled across the side of his face. he tries to prop himself up better so he can return your kiss harder but fails. trailing your kisses from his mouth to his neck, you make sure to bite and suck at the skin, gaining moans from him.

reaching behind him to untie the restraint, he looks up at you as soon as his hands are free. his eyes search into yours for permission, “can i-?” you nod at him before saying,

“fuck me jann, fuck me like you miss me”

he wastes no time flipping you over, taking the gt shirt off before pinning you down, earning a yelp from you. its now his turn to kiss at your neck, his kisses sloppy and wet. he’s sucking and biting at the skin that will surely leave marks. his hands roam uncontrollably all over your body, after being deprived of touching you. he wanted to touch you so bad but he patiently waited. he knows if he’s good you’re gonna award him. his patience earlier proved its worth now that he gets to fuck you. your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer as his hand works the hem of his sweatpants. his thick hard cock grazes your pussy before slapping at his lower stomach. you look down at his happy trail below his navel, covered by the size of his length. his hot mouth is now settled on one of your tits, tongue lapping at the nipple before sucking at it. he greedily attempts on putting the whole of your breast into his mouth, covering them all with spit.

“fuck- mhmfh,, fuck” he curses as his hand strokes his throbbing wet cock, getting it ready for your pussy, momentarily pulling away from stuffing his face in between your breasts. he decides to tease you by rubbing his length betwen your folds, spreading your wetness all over it. he grabs his cock before tapping the tip on your clit, grinning at you as he does so. your faces inches away from each other, you could feel his hot breath fanning over your face. he has one elbow propped beside your face, his eyes eyes directly boring into yours. theres a slight glint in them, making you lose yourself in his eyes. he prods his cock at your entrance before bottoming out, earning a high pitched moan from you while he let out a low groan. he rests his head beside yours for a moment before looking at you for green light.

you reach up to kiss him as you nod. he winces at the tight fit of your pussy, the warmth engulfing him, making him lost in the pleasure. your pussy always feels so good for him, always a perfect fit for his thick cock. “ahh- mfhm,, so nice- s’warm”he says as he starts moving, it didn’t take long until he starts properly fucking you. moving his hips rapidly as the sound skin slapping and a mix of you and his moans fill the room. he whines as he feel his tip nudging your wet walls, making squelching sounds. he looks down at his cock splittling your pussy open, “fffuck-!” shaking his head, the view messing with his mind. it’s all so hot to him. as he feel your walls clench around him, his free hand reaches down to rub at your clit, occasionally pressing down to add onto the pressure. your fingers graze across his broad shoulders, your nails slightly digging into his skin earning a whimper from him. his head is resting at the crook of your neck, you can hear the small whimpers escaping his lips every now and then.

his cock buried deep, fucking into your pussy as you can feel his thrusts getting sloppier. he raises his head to start kissing at your tits again, before looking up at you, putting on his pleading eyes.

“what do you need baby ?”

“can i- fuck” he gets interrupted by your walls clenching around him

“can i cum on your tits-? these- these pretty tits,,” he mumbles the last bit of his sentences as he continues lapping at your nipples. throwing your head back, you almost can’t register what he’s saying from the pleasure as you just nod. he’s been so good, he deserves whatever he wants. you let out a dragged out whine as he pulls out, hands stroking his cock rapidly as he aims at your tits. you feel his warm seed landing on your breasts as you watch him shoot thick ropes of his cum onto you, some getting on your stomach. you reach your hand to your chest, collecting some of it before sucking your fingers clean.

he looks down at your body glistening with sweat and his cum, chest heaving trying to catch his breath. he runs his hand on his forehead, just below his new haircut. “fuck” he curses, before leaning down to kiss you, resting his forehead against yours. you let a smile rip on your face, before asking, “you okay ?” he nods, “never better” you let out a small laugh as he joins you

“i should get haircuts more often”

taglist: @june-ebgert @radioloom @fuckshitslover @szapizzapanda @themoonchildwhofell @love-me-pls @imjustheretoreadsmuthaha

[atiny-moon]

i need you

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

Genre: smut with a dash of angst, or atleast some heavy feels

Pairing: established!bf!san x fem!reader

Tags: angsty thoughts, fingering (f receiving), choking, unprotected sex (dont do it), kitchen sex, wall sex, bedroom sex

Word Count: 4.6K

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

You and San met during his trainee days. You were on your way to study classes when you came across a little lost boy with a darling little bowl haircut. You asked him if he needed help and he asked you for directions to the KQ building. You let him know it was on your way and you didn’t mind showing him how to get there. Every day after that, the two of you walked with each other on your way to your respective after school activities - his training and your studying.

Even after you graduated and got into the school of your dreams, you made the time to walk San to his training. It was important for you to be there to support him. He was chasing something so far out of your reality, there really was no other way for you to be there for him. It wasn’t like you could dance for him, or sing for him, or do anything for him other than show up and be his rock. His shining star in the night sky.

There were days where you didn’t get to see him due to your schedule or his, but during those days you messaged back and forth as often as you could. Because, to San, you were also chasing something he could never truly wrap his mind around. He didn’t understand why you wanted to do what you wanted to do, he just knew he needed to support you. He wanted to be the person you turned to when things were going terribly. He wanted you to lean on him as much as he leaned on you.

And so the two of you pushed each other. Pushed each other to try to become the best version you could possibly become - how could you not? You had an amazing partner who had your back every step of the way and there was no foreseeable future in which either of you failed. You could do absolutely anything as long as you had each other.

That’s why when you found yourself slumped in your desk chair, staring at the blinking cursor on the blank email, you wondered what San would do if he had to reply to emails? Would he just type a one word response to everything? Or would he reply with one of his many idioms? The thought of San scrunching up his nose at a screen while composing the perfect email made you laugh.

Then, realizing how long it had been since you’d actually seen your boyfriend, you pouted and slumped further down your chair. You glanced at the time and saw it was near 7:30 PM… you hadn’t eaten anything since lunch and you still had a handful of emails left before you could call it a day. Still slumped in your chair, you rolled your eyes and contemplated leaving the emails for the morning - what would a few hours delay really mean? Surely they could wait.

You were about to sink further in your chair in an attempt to hide from the responsibilities of work when your phone screen lit up. Ah, yes. Distraction. You picked up your phone and read the message on the screen, “Just finished practice. Wanna have dinner?” It was from San! Sanni! Your Sanni!

You quickly responded with, “Still at work, finishing up some emails. I can meet you in thirty minutes?”

There was a bit of a pause as you watched San start and stop typing at least three times before replying, “Come to my apartment.”

The amount of pure excitement at the prospect of seeing your boyfriend perked you up faster than your favorite cup of coffee. You finished up the remainder of your emails and hurriedly said goodbye to your coworkers. Before heading out, you made sure to freshen up just a smidge by throwing on a fresh coat of lip gloss and adjusting your black-and-white wrap dress. And just like that, you were standing outside of San’s apartment a little after 8 o’clock.

You knocked on the door and were greeted with a chorus of “Come in!” You let yourself in and were met with such a warm, familial sight - Mingi relaxing on the couch, an anime playing on the television screen in front of him; Seongwha puttering about, muttering about how dirty everything was; Wooyoung could not be seen, but could be heard whipping something up in the kitchen; and the best sight of all was San standing in front of the doorway in his comfy loungewear.

Seeing him like this was like seeing him for the first time. His skin was still damp from a shower and his hair was still mussed. His white tank top looked too big and too small for him all at the same time and his gray sweatpants were sitting dangerously low on his tiny waist. Your breath caught in your stomach - did he get bigger?

“Hi,” San breathed out.

“Hi,” You breathed in.

San stepped aside and let you enter the apartment. You went in for a hug and a kiss but were instead met with the briefest side hug you’ve ever experienced. Hm, that was weird. You watched San’s face for any change of expression but his gaze was fixed forward, and his lips set in a stern line of concentration. Why wouldn’t he give you a hug? You wanted to press him further on it but he slipped out of your grasp and off towards the kitchen.

As you took off your coat and slipped off your shoes you couldn’t help but wonder what was going on? San normally couldn’t keep his hands off you. Was it because the members were here? Was it because you just got off work? Oh, no! What if you smelled bad? Did you step in something?! You quickly checked your shoes and saw nothing of the sort. You tried to ease the insecurities out of your mind and focus on the fact that you were here with San. Maybe he was just tired. You yourself had just gotten off work and could be reading into something that wasn’t really there.

You shrugged it off and slipped into your comfy white cat guest slippers. The slippers were a couple’s set - San had a pair of black cat slippers and you had the white ones. His idea.

You walked further into the apartment and greeted those that looked up at you. Mingi and Seongwha both said hello but Wooyoung was too focused in the kitchen to really glance up. He did manage to shriek his greetings over his shoulder.

“Mm, that smells amazing Wooyoung. What is it?!” You asked cheerily as you walked into the kitchen.

San was standing off to the side, not really saying anything, and just watching Wooyoung work. You walked up behind San and casually wrapped your arms around his waist but just like before, he stepped out of your grasp before you could truly hug him. Wooyoung had his back turned and did not notice this.

You were again puzzled but snapped back to reality when Wooyoung responded, “It’s your favorite!” His smile was so big and bright as he looked over his shoulder at you.

“I told the guys you were still at work and Wooyoung insisted he make you dinner..” San spoke up from the opposite end of the kitchen. The sentiment was incredibly sweet and it made your heart melt but when you looked at San to catch his gaze, he avoided it. He kept his eyes firmly on Wooyoung and what Wooyoung was doing. His distance was making you a little sad and not really sure what to do, you turned away from the kitchen and started setting the table.

Seongwha immediately stopped his puttering to come over and help you set the table, “You’re a guest - you shouldn’t be setting the table.” His voice was low and quiet and had the softness of a laugh hiding at the corners. You wanted to say something to keep the energy light and playful but all you could think about was how cold San was being. What if you really did smell bad?

“Seongwha…” you whispered, “..do I smell?”

Seongwha, unphased and unbothered, replied with a simple, “You smell like you always do.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. What the hell did that mean?! Just as you were about to question him further, you heard Wooyoung call out from the kitchen, “Dinner’s ready!!” at the absolute top of his lungs. You were grateful for his windpipes and their ability to ground you in that moment. Wooyoung definitely had his charms.

Everyone took their seats at the dinner table, taking care to leave an open spot next to you. But while San was usually one of the firsts at the dinner table, tonight he was extra slow - even slower than Mingi. Did he not want to sit with you? Did he not like you anymore? That was a silly idea! He literally invited you over for dinner with him and his members an hour ago. What in the world could change in one hour? You were so lost in thought, you were late to thank Wooyoung for making and serving you dinner.

“Thank you so much, Wooyoung. My favorite meal by my favorite chef has made my heart and tummy so happy.” The warm smile that touched Wooyoung’s lips melted his entire face and you could swear his cheeks were getting a little pink. At least someone liked you.

You risked a glance at San and saw that his gaze was still fixed forward and he was still actively avoiding your line of sight. You opened your mouth to call him out on his weird behavior when all of a sudden San grabbed your hand and turned to you, “I’m so happy you enjoyed dinner.”

The sudden compliment caused your brain to restart. His words were genuine so you knew he wasn’t being sarcastic - not like San was that type of guy, anyway. But his hot and cold attitude was starting to throw you off. What in the world was going on?! As you wrestled with these thoughts, San interlaced his fingers with yours and turned away from you once more.

You were still confused as to why San was acting the way that he was but at least you were holding hands. And then the thought of you two breaking up popped into your head again. Maybe that was why he was acting so strange? But, he couldn’t break up with you in front of his members while holding your hand, right? That would be preposterous. But! What if he was just getting the courage to do it? Kind of like one last hurrah before he ends things for good.

The thought of things ending between you and San made your heart skip a beat in the worst way. You didn’t want that. Reflexively, you brought up your free hand and held onto San’s bicep. Luckily, he didn’t pull away from you. If anything, he relaxed into your touch and let you hold his arm as if he hadn’t been acting so weird the entire night.

The conversations danced around you but you couldn’t quite join in. You wanted to make jokes at Seongwha’s expense, to quip with Wooyoung, to tease Mingi - but all you could do was hold onto San’s arm. Slowly the night carried on and both you and San found yourselves sitting silent amongst your friends. Wooyoung was the first to notice the shift in atmosphere, followed by Seongwha, and lastly Mingi.

“I heard Yunho and Yeosang got a new game,” Wooyoung said to no one in particular.

“Do you wanna take them some leftovers?” Seongwha inquired.

“Let’s bring them ice cream!” Mingi suggested.

One by one, the three boys got up from their seats and shuffled out of the apartment. Their voices carried in the hallway as they laid siege to another apartment.

You were slow to peel yourself up from the dinner table, San still sitting in silence. You absolutely had no idea what was going on with him but somewhere in the pit of your stomach you had braced yourself for the inevitable - the break up.

Out of habit, you cleared the table and began washing dishes. You managed to find solace in between the suds and foam of dirty dishes. There was something therapeutic about the repetitive behavior of washing dishes - the scrubbing and the rinsing of dishes scrubbed and rinsed the thoughts from your mind. With your mind finally clear of racing thoughts you settled on the fact that San was going to break up with you. That was the only sane and logical conclusion you could come to. It was just a matter of time.

As you were drying and putting away the dishes, you felt a familiar hand on your waist. After the strange behavior all night and the danger of breaking up looming overhead, you did not risk taking a step into San’s body. Instead, you stayed firmly planted in front of the dish rack, continuing your task. But, seeing as how you didn’t respond to his touch, San bridged the small gap between the both of you.

He wrapped his big arms around your small waist and brought you in for a deep, deep hug. You felt his cheek rest on top of your head and his breathing on your back. The embrace was home personified. You instinctually melted into his body, forgetting at once the thoughts that were swirling around your head. You opened your mouth to say something but instead felt San’s warm breath on your ear, “I need you.”

Your eyelids fluttered closed as the sentiment dripping in his words coated the area between your thighs. You dropped the dish you were drying back into the sink as your body reeled from that singular sentence. Finally, when you remembered how to breathe and there was sufficient oxygen in your brain you replied, “I thought you were going to break up with me.” The tears that you had been holding back all night started to form at the corners of your eyes.

San whipped you around faster than you could imagine, pure terror and concern in his eyes. His silent curiosity prompted you to continue, “You were so distant so I thought you were mad at me.. And then I thought you were g-” San cut your words off with a kiss. It wasn’t one of those passionate kisses he usually loves, but a softer, slower one. As if he was trying to kiss away your stress, hoping against hope that his lips could melt the worries in your heart.

You were slow to respond at first, it was a little difficult to bounce back from the verge of tears but San’s kisses made the journey a lot easier. He only pulled away from the kiss to pull you into a hug. His cheek finding purchase on the top of your head while he wrapped you up into his favorite hugging position. You reluctantly wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face into his chest.This close you could feel his heartbeat against your face and the warmth of his skin warming your cheek.

“I’m sorry I made you worry,” San mumbled into your hair. “Tonight was the first time I’ve seen you in so long.” His hands started rubbing small comforting circles on your back. And here he stayed quiet for a long while, humming to himself while trying to formulate the perfect sentence. “It was like waking up on Christmas morning and realizing I got the present I wanted.”

If possible, you buried your face further into his chest while your cheeks turned a bright pink. “That doesn’t explain why you ignored me!” You yelled from the safety of his pecs.

San brought you in even closer to his body, there was nothing separating you save for the fabric of your clothing. The silence on San’s part made you brace yourself for the worst again. And as he breathed out you could feel the reason why San was ignoring you - there was a warmth and a firmness between his legs that made you blush all over again.

“I want you.” San’s voice was quiet - barely above a whisper. You looked up at him and found his eyes studying your face. The intensity in his gaze made your knees weak and your breath catch in your throat. “If I had allowed myself to touch you more..or even think about you.. I wouldn’t be able to control myself.” Here, his hands stopped rubbing small comforting circles and came to rest on your lower back.

It was tough to maintain eye contact with San when you stared at you like that - like you were the only light in his life. You watched as the intensity in his eyes shifted from caring to something darker and more primal. His hands on your lower back continued down your body until both of his palms were firmly on your ass. “I need you.”

“I’m right here,” you breathed out as you leaned in for a kiss. San eagerly returned the kiss with the same passion and intensity you were used to. It was the way he liked to kiss you - with absolutely everything in his body. His grip on your ass tightened, pushing you further into his body. You draped your arms across his broad shoulders and deepened the kiss. Eventually, San let go of your ass to wrap his arms around your waist, holding you in place while he kissed you as if it was the first time.

The fiery intensity of the kiss sent your body aflame - every feel of his tongue on yours made you want him more and more, like he was the only thing on the planet that could satisfy you. You had to pull away first, taking a deep breath that sounded something between the lines of a moan and a sigh. San leaned into your ear and whispered, “I missed the way you sound” as he rolled his hips into yours.

You breathed out another moan into the curve of his San’s neck and it sent him over the edge. He picked you up with absolutely no effort and placed you ever so gently onto the counter, wrapping your legs around his waist in the process. You pulled your body closer to his, eager to feel him and his hardening dick on your body but he pinned your hips in place.

San pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, “Not yet.”

You pouted as a surge of defiance pumped through your veins. While maintaining eye contact, you reached your hands out to his sweatpants and even managed to get your fingertips on the waistband before San had his hands around your throat, squeezing in all the right places. The pleasure was immediate. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you immediately forgot what to do with your hands and focused all of your attention on San’s sweet grip on your sensitive neck.

“Not yet,” he whispered again. This time more hoarse and strained, almost as if it were a plea and not a command. You fluttered your eyes open and nodded your head as best as you could. San’s grip immediately loosened.

His left hand reaches behind your head and takes a fistful of your hair as his right thumb trails along your bottom lip. You open your mouth just enough to let his thumb in and start sucking on it. You watch as San becomes transfixed on your mouth, unknowingly licking his own lips in his approval. He pulled his thumb out and traced his index and middle finger along your lips until you happily obliged and sucked on those fingers too.

He watched you suck on his fingers until he couldn’t take it anymore and replaced his fingers with his own lips. His kiss was so hungry it made you yearn even more for his body. San quickly pushed up your work dress and slid your panties to the side so he could press his two fingers into your soaking wet pussy. The first time he touched you sent such an intense wave of pleasure through your body.

You wrapped your legs tighter around his body and bring him in closer for another kiss. Your two bodies were almost touching if it weren’t for San’s hand in-between your legs, expertly teasing your clit. You tried to maintain the kiss but San’s fingers felt so good on your pussy, all you could do was brace yourself against San and moan into his neck. He gave you sweet words of encouragement - he wanted to hear how good you were feeling.

As San worked your clit, you could feel your orgasm mounting. Your breathing was getting shallow and irregular and just as you were about to cum, San slipped two fingers into your tight pussy. The sensation of two fingers suddenly inside you while riding your high prolonged your orgasm even more. As you started to come down from your orgasm, San slowly started to pump his fingers inside of you while his thumb played with your clit.

Your pussy was so fucking sensitive but San’s fingers felt so fucking good. You buried your head into his neck and wrapped your arms around him, completely surrendering to his touch. San’s touch was so gentle - he wanted to ease you back into pleasure. His thumb rubbed your clit so very softly while his fingers worked themselves in and out of you at a comfortable pace. Eventually, you could feel your hips rocking forward, eager for more of his touch on your body.

San then started to move his fingers a bit faster and rub your clit a but harder. Soon, you could feel your juices dripping down his hands, completely covering his fingers. San absolutely loved the way your body responded to his touch - his own dick completely rock hard and leaking with precum at the very sight of your ravished body.

Your grip on San tightened as you could feel another orgasm mounting in-between your thighs. You announced how close you were and San only increased his pace and his encouragement, “Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.” His breathy words into your neck sent you over the edge as you came once more all over his fingers. Satisfied, San brought his fingers up to his lips and licked every bit off.

San wrapped your arms and legs around him once more before picking you up and making his way toward his bedroom. On the way there, you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing and biting his neck. The sudden feel of your teeth on his skin caused San’s knees to buckle. He had to pin you up against the wall for support. This only encouraged you to continue your actions - kissing and biting all along his neck and shoulder, though very careful not to leave marks.

San’s grip on your body shifted slightly and you could suddenly feel his completely hard cock press against your throbbing pussy. The contact immediately made you cry out in pleasure and eagerly push your hips into his. San intuitively reciprocated the movement, rubbing his fully hardened dick onto you. San then carefully maneuvered his hand so he could simultaneously free his dick from his sweatpants and not drop you.

He securely pinned you against the wall before sliding your panties out of the way and sliding his cock into you. The way San stretched you out was pure heaven. You moaned into his neck while wrapping your arms and legs around him even tighter. Then, you could feel the slow and deliberate push of San’s cock into your tight pussy. You kissed him as he carefully slid all the way into you before pulling out just as slow - his tip dragging along your g-spot like it was always meant to. He pumped his dick back into you and you swear you could see stars.

He continued this slow pace until you were rocking your hips into his, begging with your body to fuck you faster. In response, San grunted and picked you up. He carried you all the way to his room and placed you on the bed. The both of you watched the other strip, your eyes devouring every curve of your partner’s form. Once you were both naked, San wrapped you up in another embrace - your arms and legs naturally wrapping around his body. He buried his face into your neck and repaid all the kisses and bites from before.

You moaned after every nibble and kiss, your hips rocking into his, yearning for his dick inside you once more. Slowly, San pushed his throbbing cock into your pussy. Overwhelmed with pleasure, all you can do is hold onto San and breathe as he pumps his dick in and out of your pussy.

You and San have been together for more than five years - he knows how to fuck you. He knows what to do to your body and how to do it. There were paces he used when he wanted to fuck the shit out of you all day and there were paces he used when he wanted to make you cum. This pace is the latter. The slow and deliberate push of his cock in and out of your pussy with his head hitting your g-spot every single time soon made your breathing grow irregular and shallow.

Slowly, you can feel your orgasm building in-between your legs. The warmth spreads over your body as the first wave of orgasms roll through your body. San continues to pump into your pussy over and over and soon rips a second series of orgasms from you, your pussy convulsing around his thick cock.

But he’s still rock hard. San allows you to come back down from your high with his dick still inside of you. And slowly, he starts pumping his dick into your abused pussy. He just feels so good, you can’t help how wet your pussy gets for him.

At this point, you’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you cum but your body has not forgotten. So tired from the waves of orgasms, all you can do is let your limbs fall to the side and let him fuck your absolutely ravaged body. San throws one of your legs over his shoulder and grips onto your thigh so he could fuck you better. He gently cups the side of your face moments before moving his thumb over your bottom lip. His eyes widen slightly as he watches you take his thumb into your mouth once more.

With his thumb in your mouth and his dick so fucking deep in your pussy, San can not control it much longer. His grip on your thigh tightens as he throws his head back, deep grunts replacing his breathing. You watch as his body convulses as the orgasm tears through it, him pulling out just in time to make a mess on your stomach. San collapses on top of your body shortly thereafter, maneuvering his body so he can lay with your head tucked under his chin. In-between San’s deep breathing he whispered,

“I love you.”

[sanjisboyfie]

one piece smau: dating eustass kid edition

-> male reader <333 + kid is so unhinged but this is how i truly believe he'd act on social media to be really real + also him being the definition of "i'm mean to everyone but u"

-> nsfw (mentioned and implied)

liked by dr.law, k1ller, and 7k others

iloveeustass: this is crazy he's actually doing the work instead of trying to kill a random passerby

tagged: [name]s.man

[name]s.man: if it's not you, i could honeslty care less on how i treat other people

-> k1ller: this is definitely not how u shd be living life

-> h34ttt_: and u wonder why no one outside of our friendgroup likes u

-> [name]s.man: i've never wondered this, i don't need other ppl to like me when i already have a wonderful boyfriend to call mine who very much likes me.

uso_pp: how a sweetheart like [name] is compatible with an ASSHOLE REPULSIVE AND RUDE man is beyond me. but as long as he's happy !!!

-> iloveeustass: he's not as bad as everyone says i swearrrrr

-> uso_pp: that's only cuz u don't have to suffer like the rest of us [name]. ur mans is fuckinhg terrifying to be around

[liked by dni_nami, bonneys.jewels, and 120 others]

liked by h34ttt_, k1ller, iloveeustass, and 10k others

[name]s.man: i lovveeeee my possessive boyfriend

tagged: iloveeustass

iloveeustass: you're the exact same way pls what is this post

-> [name]s.man: match made in heaven

dr.law: do u have to constantly post abt ur relationship eustass?

-> [name]s.man: someone here is just jealousssss

dni_nami: thankful everyday that we don't see each other at school i think id rather kms than see ur nasty ass (not [name] though, pls tell him we all miss him <3)

[liked by roro.zoro, uso_pp, and 40 others]

-> [name]s.man: WHAT TH FUCK IS THIS

-> iloveeustass: aww i miss u guys too nami hopefully we can hang soon

-> dni_nami: ofc! jus dont bring ur stinky boyfriend

-> [name]s.man: DONT IGNORE ME UNDER MY OWN POST

liked by iloveeustass, bonneys.jewels, and 11k others

k1ller: someone save me they're gonna start eating each other

tagged: iloveeustass and [name]s.man

bonneys.jewels: i ran away from them the moment i saw kid's lipstick on his face

-> [name]s.man: u guys are acting like we fucked on the couch and made everyone watch

-> bonneys.jewels: that's not what u guys were doing? i could've sworn ur pants were off or smth

-> [name]s.man: u fucking liar wtfff

h34ttt_: a business meeting and they couldn't be serious for a second of it.

-> iloveeustass: wym me and kid were very serious???

-> h34ttt_: serious in trying to suck each other off in front of everyone??? yeah. u two were very serious

dr.law: knew i made the right decision in staying home

[liked by k1ller, bonneys.jewels, and 90 others]

liked by dr.law, iloveeustass, dni_nami, and 11k others

bonneys.jewels: thank god [name] and kid started dating because kid's outfits have gotten monumentally better

tagged: [name]s.man and iloveeustass

iloveeustass: those leopard print pants he owned....

-> bonneys.jewels: tell me u burned them

-> iloveeustass: burned them and threw their ashes in the ocean

[name]s.man: i'll excuse u posting these photos of us without my permissions solely because he looks so good in these wowowwww

-> k1ller: [name] existing saving us from hearing kid rant for hours on end about smth unimportant <3 thank god

godfatherbege: eustass' fashion was always questionable to me, i assumed all kids your age dressed purposely terrible

[liked by hawk_ins, dr.law, and 100 others]

-> iloveeustass: LMDOOAOD BEGE IM DEAD

-> [name]s.man: don't show your face to me ever again bege or i'll kill you

liked by freeluffy, [name]s.man, and 12k others

iloveeustass: his new haircut is so sexy oh my god

tagged: [name]s.man

[name]s.man: i'm gonna have sex with you in front of everyone

-> k1ller: no fucking thank u

-> h34ttt_: OH MY GOOOOOODDDD a day of peace woujld be great thanks

freeluffy: OOOOO was the food yummy guys???

-> [name]s.man: fuck off my boyfriend's instagram bastard

-> iloveeustass: it was rlly good luffy <333 i know you would've love their steak, i highly reccommend!!!

xxxdrake: i bet kid didn't even pay for half off of the bill, his broke ass

-> [name]s.man: I PAID FOR THE ENTIRE MEAL??? WAT IS UR ISSUE DO U WNAT TO FIGHT OR SMETHING

-> uso_pp: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT [liked by dni_nami, robinkills, and 90 others]

liked by freeluffy, iloveeustass, and 13k others

dr.law: all these two do is sit in a corner and bully ppl on their phone

tagged: [name]s.man and iloveeustass

iloveeustass: it's only kid that makes fun of ppl i'm the one telling him to stop

-> dr.law: fine i'll give u that one

[name]s.man: all i'm saying is - if you're not [name] why on earth should i b nice to u

-> dni_nami: a somewhat respectable trait to have

-> princesanji: NAMMIIII I WOULD DEFAME ANY PERSON YOU WNATED ME TO IF IT MEANS I COULD WIN YOUR FAVOORRR

freeluffy: not true traofoyyy ! me and [name] played supermario kart :)

-> iloveeustass: and i won all of the races >:)

-> freeluffy: NEXT TIME I'LL BEAT U [NAMEEEE]

-> [name]s.man: why is he flirting with my boyfriend right in front of me

iloveeustass' story:

stole his lipstick just for this pic

[name]s.man replied to your story: we should both wear my lipstick the next time we have sex it'll b like a painting

[akilikesbread]

quotes from watching trigun stampede with my friends so SPOILERS:

“Bro he even falls zestily” (in reference to wolfwood)

“oh cool flashback” “more like a VASHBACK am i right? ZINGER” “kys.”

“my lawyers have advised me to not discuss what i would do to his stupid fluffy blonde hair”

WW: “the big man upstairs made me strong” “The big man upstairs made me like people with wires and mandibles.”

*vashs arm gets sucked into a blackhole* “bro wtf, hollow purple”

“boy why you so 🪴”

“motherfucker so gay the cigarette bends the second it touches his mouth”

“this is just a documentary of california”

*BadLads gang shows up* “BL? Boys love? They kiss men?”

*Livio standing menacingly* “SANS???”

*in reference to eye of Michael* “Why’s their logo literally new mexico”

*Legato appearance* “blue hair AND PRONOUNS??” “whats with daman mills and voicing gay men”

*Woowoo getting tortured* “theyre injecting 🏳️‍🌈 into his bloodstream”

*First wolfwood appearance* “He better hit people with that fucking cross”

“he looks hot when hes troubled”

*In reference to Rosa* “If pregnant lady dies i’m leaving the call

“OH MY GOD HES REDPILLED.” “Vashed and redpilled”

“Tricum stampede”

*we were watching on an illegal site so it kept opening new tabs* “AHHHH PORN”

*wolfwood gets fucking bent in half by legato* “Bro where can i get a massage like that”

“Roberto looks like. hold on.” The image sent:

“if the animation was a person i’d make out with them sloppy style. with tongue.”

*in Rollo’s old town with the biblical radio shit* “Guys this sounds just like something my bus driver would say”

*zazie turns into a swarm* “would you still love me if i was a worm :(“

“vash’s mom is pretty” “i’m gonna stop you right there.”

*vash.* “LOOK AT HIS SLUTTY WAIST”

“yeah nai just really liked taking out arms this episode”

*knives playing the piano in the distance* “IS THAT THE GRIM REAPER😨😨😨”

EG Bomber: “MASTER KNIVES😈” my friend in the zestiest voice ever: “master😳”

Vash: *reloading* “THATS SO FUCKING HOOOOTTT” “i wish i was that gun.”

*wolfwood gets fucking run over* “i think hes my new favorite character”

*vash getting chased by the residents of jenora rock* “california has never looked livelier”

“Call me Millions Knives.” “edgy ass emo name, he sounds like hes a 13 year old emo who listens to panic at the disco and cries himself to sleep at night.”

“is this prophetic stress dream bothering you queen”

“i wish Californian sand looked as good here, dont eat the californian sand, its chunky”

*conrad appears* “LUIGI???”

“so this is julai…” “its still may dude, idk how to tell you this”

*Julai screenpan.* “THIS IS JUST VEGAS.”

*wolfwood and vash running away* “me when i skeddadle”

*vash gets shot and walks away* “bros like ‘damn i just got shot :(‘“

“Nicholas the Punisher.” “he can punish me if he wants I MEAN WHAAAAAT”

*That Roberto Scene™️* “*through tears* SO HOW ARE YOU GUYS ENJOYING THE SHOW?”

*Knives dramatically playing piano* “You and that fuckin church organ.”

“5gum stampede”

“Why is nai so jacked???” “theyre both built like brick shithouses”

*Meryl points a gun at conrad* “KILL YOURSELF OLD MAN.”

“WHYS NAI CLENCHING HIS ASS SO HARD…”

“Vash wake up!!” “THIS ISNT LIKE YOU POOKIE”

*Wolfwood steals one last cigarette from Roberto* “Rare cigarette that wasnt fucked up”

“WHO CUT THEIR HAIR.” “Xinqiu.” “Yelan ass haircuts.”

*talking about vash* “hes such a shonen protag. Food friendship and (avoiding) fighting”

“Knives, ur literally gay. i dont wanna hear it.”

“The entrance to the higher plane!” “it looks like a butthole.”

*Knives fucking just floating into the higher dimension* “*cackling*” “WHY HE SLIDE LIKE THAAAT” “stone scraping sound effect”

“Vash shouldve been called damian”

“Prepare mentally for episode twelve, take a deep breath, take a sip of water-“ “KISS A MAN” “DONT KISS A MAN” “KISS A MAN!!!”

*start of episode twelve.* “surely this wont be horrifying”

“I promise to protect you both.” “well you really sucked at that, huh.” “yeah fuck you rem” “HELP???”

*looks at Nai* “Whys he wearing a speedo…”

*Red geranium sprouts in tint Vash’s hand* “NAI LOOK DO YOU WANNA SEE A MAGIC TWICK”

*Running through field of red geraniums* “this reminds me of the angry birds logo”

“metal wing?” “its made of knives, yk, like his name :D” “shut up.” “alright then.”

*chanting* “CUBE!!!!”

“HES GONNA STAMPEDE!!!”

“kiss my vash!!”

[ifidiedinadream]

since your requests are open..

What about something with tommi/aleksi where one or both of them are doing porn? it could be that one of them is the actor and the other a subscriber, or that they both do a video together (maybe aleksi is doing content and brings his bf tommi in for a video for the first time or something like that)

went for camboy!tommi x subscriber!aleksi for this one because i dont think ive ever read camboy!tommi 👀👀

also on ao3

Aleksi has never booked a private show before.

He tried making himself look decent by taking a shower first; he’s wearing a button up shirt instead of one of his usual tees, and he put eyeliner on because it usually earns him a lot of compliments (and a generous amount of pussy) (and dick) on his night outs.

Tapio seems like the kind of guy that could be into it.

Aleksi starts the camera before it’s time so he can assess the way he looks on video. The black dye is washing out but his hair doesn’t look too brown on camera. He makes sure his tattoos are visible (especially the one on the neck), because they make him feel attractive. He also makes sure the camera gets a nice view of his crotch area from where he’s sitting.

Should he be hard already?

Aleksi isn’t sure, they didn’t really discuss these things via email. Maybe Tapio didn’t think it was the first time. Maybe Aleksi should’ve asked.

His hands are sweaty and he dries his palms on his pants. Tapio joins the meeting.

“Hello, Aleksi.”

Seems like Tapio dressed up for the occasion as well; he’s wearing a white shirt and got a haircut (his hair was longer when Aleksi watched his stream yesterday), but everything else looks the same as always. Aleksi wonders whether that’s his actual bedroom or a studio.

“Hi.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to look like this.”

Is it supposed to be a compliment? Aleksi doesn’t investigate, he lets himself believe it is, because Tapio is massaging his cock through his pants and it’s lovely to think he’s doing it for Aleksi and Aleksi only.

This is my fantasy and I paid for it.

“Yeah? Big bear likes what he sees?”

“Hell yeah he does. You’re gonna make it so easy for me today.”

Aleksi tries not to think that Tapio must be saying this to all his clients, instead lets the praise guide the hand in his pants. He wraps his fingers around the head of his cock, gently tugging the foreskin down.

“Strip naked for me?”

Tapio’s large hands come to undo the first button of his shirt, then the second, and it’s very slow; more and more chest hairs peek out from the light fabric, and without even thinking about it, Aleksi copies the gesture, his own touch focusing on the center of his chest where the hair is denser.

Tapio gets rid of the shirt and fumbles with his belt. The idea of seeing his huge cock soon makes the blood run right into Aleksi’s dick, and when Tapio doesn’t take his underwear off, Aleksi fights the urge to put his legs in a weird position and settles to tapping his foot against the leg of the desk.

“I’m curious to see yours, pretty emo boy. Should I expect some metal and ink down there too?”

Aleksi isn’t sure if he likes the teasing. He should probably tell Tapio but he kind of wants to see where this goes. Also his dick is fully hard by now, so whatever he’s doing works.

“Actually, just a little one right here.”

Aleksi gets rid of his pants and boxers and lifts his cock up, revealing the lorum piercing at the base of his dick, right where it meets the balls. He smirks at Tapio’s slightly wide eyes. Maybe he really does think Aleksi is hot after all.

“Not bad. Really.”

Aleksi strokes his cock, his hand is right there anyway and Tapio’s dick is looking huge through his underwear. It’s hot.

“Wouldn’t you like a taste of it?”

It’s my fantasy, so he will say yes.

Tapio hesitates. He gets the rest of his clothes off, eyes never leaving Aleksi’s dick and where the piercing reflects light. Tapio is so big and it makes the muscles in Aleksi’s thighs clench.

“I wish I was there so I could lick the piercing before sucking you off.”

Aleksi’s gut twists; since he discovered Tapio’s streams a few weeks ago, he’s always fantasized about him bending Aleksi to his pleasure, but feeling desired by his own favorite performer is another thing entirely.

“I’m sure you’d suck me really good…”

“I’d fuck you later, of course.”

Aleksi snorts. “Of course.” He watches Tapio jerk off for a moment, huge hand on his even bigger dick. “I could ride you. That’d be fucking hot.”

“Would you be able to take it, emo boy?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Aleksi’s words are breathy, the hand on his cock too good; he imagines it’s Tapio’s hand on him, stroking him while Aleksi is bouncing on his dick.

“I bet your hole is pretty tight.”

“You’d love it.”

Tapio lets go of himself. He bites his lips together, eyeing Aleksi like he’s the one performing. Aleksi definitely likes the attention.

“Do you wanna see me cum?” Tapio asks.

“Yes, please. I wanna see you cum for me.”

“Then play with your piercing. I wanna see your pretty fingers toy with it.”

Aleksi breathes out. The piercing made that area very responsive, and the idea of pleasuring himself right there is enough to make his cock twitch. Aleksi obliges without further ado.

He tugs at the bead at one end of the horizontal bar, and the one on the opposite end almost gets sucked into the warm skin. The skin between the small metal beads is so sensitive and just running the pad of his finger there, in a slow circular motion, threatens to make him cum in mere seconds.

Only then does Aleksi realize he should be keeping his eyes open; he’s so entranced in his pleasure that he almost forgot Tapio is right there, watching him, getting off of the sight of Aleksi playing with himself.

Tapio looks like a fucking sex god. His broad chest is flushed, his expression focused, brows furrowed and lips pursed; he’s working his cock hard and rough, and the sounds he’s emitting are low and guttural.

With a sight like this, and most importantly, with Tapio’s lustful eyes fixed on him, Aleksi can’t keep from coming for much longer. His touch on his pierced skin is heavenly and one more stroke with the other hand tips him over the edge. Aleksi comes on himself, his seed warm and generous on his tummy and hand, his hips bucking into his fist as waves of electricity pervade his body. Tapio seems to be close too, so Aleksi forces his eyes open, waiting for him to come for Aleksi and Aleksi only.

Tapio spills only a moment later. His cum is thick and creamy and Aleksi wishes he could lick it off his body. He’s watched him do this many times, yet this is the best of them all.

This is my fantasy, and it’s perfect.

They look at each other through the screen, sprawled in their seats with heavy eyes. Aleksi desperately wants to see something human in Tapio – did he really like it, is he looking at me like that because he likes me, am I special, but then the meeting automatically shuts itself off at the end of the session (Aleksi booked Tapio for half an hour).

Aleksi sighs, looks down at the mess he’s made. He needed this, but he kind of wishes Tapio had stayed for longer. He finds strange comfort in the fact that Tapio has his email address.  

[dreamersville]

my headcannons for tamaki amajiki

an? i was projecting ... just a little bit tho. a little smidget🤏🏾. but he dont get enough content and im suing the mha fandom for this !! and i had to throw in some black hcs, it was inveitable request are open

- my husband 

- you not finna sit here and tell me he dont got some corny jokes stuck up in his head. his best friend is MIRIO, i know he got some jokes floating around in that noggin, but he’s too shy to say them out loud in fear that: nobody gonna laugh or get the jokes. but on a rare occasion he tells mirio and neijere. 

- if he knows he got to meet somebody new, like when he got intern for fatgum, he writes out what he wanna say and practices in his mirror for hours on end. one time mirio popped through the mirroir while tamaki was pratatcing and left with a broken nose. 

- he snoops out all the spots where he could sneak off and hide at lunch or when he feelings overwhelmed

- if he doesnt like a certain type of food, he gonna find a way to make it taste better. so because of this he got some weird food combinations that are unappeling to the eye, but tatse soooooo goood. he brings his combinatons to fatgum so he could try them out and get feedback. 

- most definitelyyyyyyy watches cooking shows with fatgum and kiri, once he’s comfortable enough. and he really gets into with the commentary. has a strange obsession with hell’s kitchen. he always get so into the show during the finale, planning out the restaurant desgins with the contestant and his menus too. 

- relationship headcannons or wtv

- he stares at you doing simple things a lot. you could really be doing anythinggg and this man you be in a tranceee, because like how you, a star who sines so bright, be with him, he would never know. 

- he a romantic. he always dreamed of sweeping or getting sweeped off his feet, and falling hopelessly in love. he got a list of romantic things he wants to do. and now that hes in a relationship its the perfect time to cross some things (hopefully all) off of his list. he didnt tell you about it you found the notebook while yall were studying in his room. without him knowing and took a picture off it so you could help it come true. (AHHHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YALL) 

- one time he seen matching butterly pins and got them because he wanted to match with you. 

- we all know this but, he very shy when it come to PDA. so expect a lot of lingering touches, locking pinkey, occaisonal hand holding if he feeling bold that day, tends to hold on to your cholthing/accessories because he doesnt wanna drift to far apart from you, and noticed when you startoing wearing things that were easier for him to grab and fell more in love

-  but in private???? he’s a needy baby, greedy for some TLC. hes very shy to initiate it at first, but you could see the longing look in his eye and cuddle up to him. but once he comfortable enough he is start doing trying to inatate it. 

- omg if you have piercings or tattoos or anything of the sort, you could always find hims absentmindedly messing with the piercing or lightly tracing the tattoo, if youre okay with it of course. and if you want him to

- isnt really good at comforting people with his words so he tries with his actions. so if you come to him sad he has this whole sections of things dedicated to making you happier in his closet.

- when you came through with a different hairstly (braids, a wig, change of color, haircut ect.) he was stuck. stuck. stuck. cause omg omg omg you look so good. poor baby is stuck stuttering out compliments. one time you asked him to take pictures during golden hour. babes ... why would you think he could do that idk buttt he tried and they all came out blurry, but a cute blurry

- loves loves lovessss putting oil in your hair !! it always leaving the room smelling nice and it seems to relax you so win win. loves watching you stretch your hair out too. its just so satisfying to watch you do your hair. 

- he knew about some black foods from watching the shows, but he didnt know know until you cooked for him. baby wanted to get down on a knee and marry you after that first bite. now he always look forward to when you cook for him. but if you cant, you’ve got a great teacher to start learining how. he always wanted to cook with his s/o

[lansangprincess]

One Piece Live Action thoughts

mainly about the ships lololol

Disclaimer: I did not read the manga nor watch the anime nor did i know what the plot was when I started watching. why did i start watching u ask? RORONOA ZORO.

I am not lying when I say the sole reason why I watched One Piece was because of Roronoa Zoro and his absolutely gorgeous actor

I like how they handled the production ! Even the most "regular" of settings/scenes already have that kind of animated feel so that when the really animated shit happens it never felt out of place.

I lowkey ship everyone with everyone lmaoooo (except zoro. he is my husband and mine alone.)

koby x luffy: "the next time we see each other we might be enemies" "for now we're friends" ok tempting me w that friends to enemies to lovers slow burn???? work

nami x luffy: the way luffy is absolutely fighting for her to see that she is treasured and valued and doesn't have to run away from close relationships? and it getting through to her?? brb abt to cry

nami x usopp: um hello?? sunshine and sunshine protector???? (u know who's who don't play with me)

nami x sanji: the potential??? the dynamic??? nami always trying to push people away while sanji relentlessly flirts until it chips away her hard demeanor and she becomes soft? years into the friendship she doesn't realize that he stopped flirting w everybody else except her?? i see it i want it i like it let me have it (this is the pairing i want the most sorry not sorry)

sanji x zoro: i'd like to address the nami x zoro stans. to be honest w u, going into the show i thought they'd be my otp bc they're both hotties but i am cementing it now—the only person i will give up my husband for is his enemies-to-lovers boyfriend

koby x haircut: i forgot his name okay? im not sorry. haircut obviously has a crush on koby. i dont really ship it per se but would it make me lol to see haircut go through that journey of denial? yea

usopp x kaya: the only pairing that has any sort of action. it's a predictable ship but i will always support a best friends to lovers ship so idc

kaya x nami: okok i don't exactly ship it either but nami going soft after one night w kaya? T^T I wouldn't be mad at it

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Still Subject to Change Chapter 13 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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In the end i did not find much, especially not dry stuff but putting the wet wood next to the fire might make it dry till it was used, at least I hoped so.

Well not much I could do about it aside from trying to be a good windshield to the humans that had gotten more and more quiet the colder it got.

It really seemed that the weather was putting everyone's mood down a bit, I had also gotten a bit quieter even if the cold didn't really do anything to me.

Best to settle down overnight, my turn to take watch was soon enough.

Curling around Robin on the floor next to the fire I tried to shield them the best I could from the frigid winds until I had to get up again.

Using my own arm as a pillow I fell into a light sleep feeling Robin cozy up to my torso, probably an attempt at staying out of the wind completely.

My rest wasn't exactly good as the wind kept blowing strands of my hair into my face.

I probably needed a haircut but I hadn't seen a mirror in ages.

I didn't even know what I looked like exactly at this point but I didn't really care about such things too much anyway, I'd chop it if it got too long and that's it.

At some point I was woken up from my rather restless sleep by Rikaad who told me that it was my turn to watch now.

As I got up I could see that he settled as close to the pitifully flickering fire as he could and went to go sleep himself.

Positioning myself so that I blocked as much of the wind as I could, I checked that Robin was still wrapped in the cloth I gave him and gently tried to pull him closer to me so he could rest without the wind on his tiny frame.

Over time the Fire got smaller and smaller despite my best efforts at keeping it lit, but there just was not enough wood so at some point it was just a bunch of sadly flickering embers and a heap of ash.

I couldn't really just get more wood either as everything was soaked and would just extinguish the last embers completely.

I was worried, i knew it was very cold even if it didn't affect me somehow, But the smaller humans were prone to the cold.

Maybe just keeping them in my hands would work? They were warmer than the ground at least and kept the wind out.

Reaching over I picked Robin up, he was cold, very cold.

So cold in fact that he wasn't even shivering anymore and turning him over onto his back showed a pale face with dark blue lips.

Panic settled in my chest as I carefully held my finger onto his chest hoping for anything to show he was alive.

For a few agonizingly slow seconds I thought he was dead, but then I felt the chest move, he was still breathing, what a relief!

But if he was this cold then the others would be as well, and I had to do SOMETHING to keep them from freezing to death in this bizarre weather.

A small puff of warm air left my lips in a little cloud and I realized I was warm, inside at least, so with a wince I knew what I had to do.

I just hoped I would be able to fit all of them, and that they wouldn't freak out too badly.

Best to get on with it to avoid having them freeze to death.

At least deciding who was first was easy as Robin was the coldest out of the three as he had slept closer to me than to the fire.

So gently lifting him up I carefully set him into my mouth while Picking up Arthur in an attempt to warm him in my hands a little.

I was glad that they had put all of their stuff away before going to sleep as swallowing a sword was not on my to do list and could probably kill me from the inside.

Robin felt like a piece of ice on my tongue and I shuddered, had I really not noticed how cold they had gotten?

Pushing past the uncomfortable coldness of the small human in my mouth I swallowed.

It was awful, the frigid body seemed to drag forever in my throat and I worried he'd actually get stuck, frozen to my flesh.

Swallowing again put things in motion once more and he traveled past my collarbone still way too slow for my liking and Arthur was still an ice block in my hands.

Without waiting for Robin to get all the way down I put Arthur in my mouth to at least offer some warmth in the meantime.

After a few more seconds I felt the frozen form of Robin enter my pouch and I immediately swallowed Arthur, and kept swallowing until he was past my collarbone too.

Standing up and intending to get Rikaad to warmth too, I went over to where he was sleeping right next to the sadly glimmering heap of ash that had once been a fire, hesitating only for a moment as I felt Arthur join Robin in my pouch.

Putting one hand over my middle where the small humans were now slowly warming up as a now rather heavy weight I went and reached for Rikaad only to be met with a sword slashing at my fingers.

“YOWCH”

Yanking my now bleeding fingers back I looked to where Rikaad had been just a few seconds before only to find that he was gone.

Oh fuck.

He had probably seen what I did, or at least heard it but he didn't know that it was safe so he must be assuming the worst.

I could feel bad about it later, for now I had to find him and get him out of the cold.

Where was he? He'd freeze out in the snow!

Looking around I saw a bunch of footprints in the snow leading away from the camp and out into the part of the forest that had a bit more vegetation.

Following him in there was going to be a nightmare, especially with how the wind disrupted the footprints causing them to disappear after a few minutes.

Ignoring my bleeding fingers I went after him still keeping my uninjured hand on my middle.

The small humans were still out of it and I could feel one of them sleepily moving, probably Robin.

Since they were alright for now I focused on following the footprints through the forest.

I really hoped I could find him before he succumbed to the cold.

Explaining to the other two why their friend froze to death was not going to be something I wanted to do.

The one thing the cold was good for was that it stopped my fingers from hurting too much.

The slowly dripping blood felt weirdly hot against my icy skin and I took a second to actually examine them.

They had a clean looking cut over the topside of my pointer, middle and ring finger as well as a tiny barely bleeding scratch on the side of my thumb.

I was fairly certain that if they had been any closer Rikaad would have cut them off, he kept his sword meticulously sharp after all.

Since there was no real damage to my nerves and I wasn't bleeding to death I went back to following Rikaad's trail through a particularly unpleasant part of the underbrush.

He was fast I had to give him that, and somehow very good at maneuvering through all of the obstacles that the forest had.

I couldn't see him anymore through the denser foliage and at this point was just running after the dents his shoes had made in the snow.

It felt like I was hunting a fox, and at some point I thought I had seen him but it was just a fallen log covered in snow that had a vague human shape.

And dragging the smaller humans along in my pouch gave it a weird tugging sensation everytime i took a step and I didn't know what to make of the sensation.

It wasn't awful but I didn't like it either.

Feeling something move in my pouch I stopped running for a moment, worried that the two i had put there would freak out.

I couldn't even tell who was moving in there but I hoped it was Robin and not Arthur.

Arthur would probably punch whatever he could even if he didn't really freak out just to spite me, and out of indignity too but it was not something I was keen on.

The movement stilled for a second but I could tell that whoever it was was awake now, the weight was holding itself instead of being flopped over.

Then the small form tensed.

“What the fuck? Oh no Oh no… wait… DONOVAN WHAT THE HELL?”

My Luck really was down for today as this was clearly Arthur, Not only did I recognize his voice but he also managed to kick my liver which was really unpleasant and I hoped he'd never do that again.

“Calm down i'll explain, just give me a second”

Chasing after Rikaad had made me sweat and i was panting a bit, He was uncannily good at this and I wasn't sure how long I had been following him now but it was getting light out again, probably the sunrise.

“Dude your heart is going a mile a minute what the fuck happened? And why is Robin in here too? Where's Rikaad?”

At least he asked some smart questions this time and I could answer most of them as well as ask if Robin was okay.

“The short answer is that you all almost froze to death and there was nothing to keep the fire going, Also is Robin okay? 

He was really cold and for a second i thought he'd died”

I could feel him moving at my words, likely to check up on Robin and after a few seconds of unusual shifting that sent a weird sensation down my spine the weight of both of them settled a bit more comfortably against my insides.

“Robin is alright! Sleeping like a rock though and drooling on me, not like everything else isn't covered in it already but you didn't answer where Rikaad is, don't tell me he froze”

And there was the part i had dreaded, how the fuck could i explain this without sending Arthur into a fit? He'd kick my organs to pulp.

“Well…uh he kinda… saw me eat you guys and then bolted? He did slash my fingers and he probably hates me now”

Instead of kicking or punching me like I had expected he just slumped even more against the front wall.

“You are an unlucky Bastard you know that? Where did he go? He can't just vanish right? I'm sure if you can show him that both of us are fine he wont stab you to death”

I really hoped Arthur was right, but for now I had no way of knowing until I found him.

And finding him was the problem, I had absolutely no idea where he was in this stupid snowstorm.

And the other Problem was that the weight in my pouch was distracting as fuck making it so that concentrating on anything else was hell.

I NEEDED to find a solution, or preferably Rikaad.

For now I would just have to power through, I could complain at a later point.

Walking forward again I scanned my surroundings looking for anything that might signify where the young man had gone.

Putting my hand back over the small forms in my pouch made Arthur flinch but he did not say anything and I could tell he was on edge.

“Are YOU okay? You're weirdly quiet but i can tell you're tense”

All of his movement stopped like he had been caught stealing.

“I’m- im fine, when I woke up I thought for a second that everything that had happened since the…Tower… was just a weird dream so uh, Adrenaline is a bitch i guess?”

He had started fidgeting as he spoke and i felt guilt seep into my heart,Why did I even think someone would walk away from something like that okay?? J ust because Robin was fine didn't mean everyone else would be.

WAS Robin even okay after that? He never said anything about it, but if he didn't want to talk I wouldn't pry.

I could feel that Arthur was tense again beneath my hand and layers of flesh with Robin lying half on top of him like a ragdoll.

I tried to think of anything to say, to reassure him somehow but I already told him that it was safe and how it was safe too, So what else could I do?

I lifted my hand a bit and softly pressed in on them while I walked, still looking for any clue as to where Rikaad had gone.

I could feel Arthur tense even more at the sudden shift of contact, still as uneasy as before.

Slowly i pressed my fingers in again this time more deliberately, I gently put my fingers to the place where I could feel the smaller man's shoulders and pressed down so he could feel it.

he immediately flinched away from the wall like he'd been burned.

Okay I just startled him, Let’s try that again.

I gently set my hand back where it had been before and repeated the action.

The human flinched and went completely stiff.

I steadily started rubbing circles, up between the shoulders, slowly down the back and up again.

Over time I could feel his muscles loosening up again from staying tense for so long and he gave a defeated sigh.

“All of this is my fault, and DON'T say it isn't! I'm the one that ran after you into the woods! and if it wasn't for me we wouldn’t have been stuck in that stupid tower! I'm the reason we're in this mess altogether!”

Before I could retort anything to this absolutely idiotic assessment another voice interrupted.

“Why would you be at fault for those Guards throwing us in prison?”

Robin had woken up, probably due to Arthur talking rather loudly.

And as soon as Arthur realized what he had said out loud in front of the younger boy he was back to being tense again.

“Ah Robin you're awake! That's good! Uhh how are you? You were pretty cold, wait, do you know where we are?”

I could tell that Arthur was nervous and he probably did not want to admit his royal heritage to anyone else.

But I was also curious if Robin realized where he was and if I should say anything lest it would freak him out.

“Im okay, and i do know where we are i remember this from last time”

At his last few words he ran a hand along the walls of the pouch making me shudder.

“LAST TIME? Donovan? What's he talking about?”

“I can talk for myself! You could just ask me!”

I could barely follow the conversation as they had started squabbling for space and all the movement was VERY distracting but not exactly unpleasant.

I had to put a hand over my mouth to stop myself from letting out a delighted hum, I REALLY did not want to scare them, especially not while they were in there.

But due to me being distracted I missed most of what they were saying but at least they were moving a little less now.

“Donovan you did what? What the fuck! You can't just eat someone cuz they are annoying you! What the hell man!”

Ah Robin told him about what happened the first time then, Fuck.

“I- ugh can we talk about that some other time? I STILL need to find Rikaad and having you two in there is distracting as fuck! And it's worse the more you move so can you calm down please?”

I received a kick from Arthur at my request but both of them stopped squabbling about. 

“For the record fuck you, but you are right i don't know how long a person can last in the cold so you better find him soon”

I relaxed a bit more at Arthur's words going back to looking for the still missing Rikaad.

“Arthur you didn't answer my question, why would you be at fault for the tower thing?”

At Robin's question Arthur tensed up again, his brain seemingly struggling to catch up for a few seconds.

“Oh uhh well- you see- i uhh- Donovan you see anything yet?”

He was really trying to avoid talking about his bloodline huh? Well that wasn't really my problem but I decided to still answer him.

“I see Snow, lots of it and uhh-”

There really wasn't a lot but i had walked near a low cliffside somehow, It was only about twice as tall as me with lots of overhangs and-

“A cave! There's a cave! Maybe Rikaad went in there?”

I started walking faster towards the cave, even if i didn't know what i would do if i found Rikaad yet getting out of the stupid wind was already a huge plus.

Ducking down into the small opening, well small to me at least, I saw nothing but darkness after a few meters but there seemed to be a soft glow coming from deeper inside.

A fire? Was Rikaad taking shelter here? At the moment I was really glad that the two in my pouch had at least stopped arguing, though I could tell that Robin was pouting.

“You guys hang on for a sec ill try to squeeze into the cave”

Going on all fours I heard Arthur call to me to not get stuck.

But i was sure the cave was big enough to fit me, It was only the entrance that was a bit smaller.

Feeling the weight of the small humans slide and shift to the ‘front’ wall was extremely weird and I bit back another hum.

Basically going on all fours a few meters into the cave it got dark, Not only from the clouds outside but also because my own body was blocking the light from coming in through the entrance.

Going towards the glow took me around a bend in the stone that continued until the exit was to my left instead of behind me.

A few more steps led me into a bigger chamber that was absolutely overgrown with moss, glowing moss.

I was kinda disappointed that I didn't find a pre-built fire pit but that did not mean Rikaad wasn't here, it was warmer here than outside and there even was a tiny pond with some dead shrubbery around it.

“Rikaad? Are you here? Hello?”

No answer, but I didn't really expect one.

I started searching everything in here, which included me having to bend down and stand back up multiple times, a task that proved to be very distracting by the two currently contained inside my pouch sliding around all the time and trying to brace themselves whenever it happened.

In short it did not help at all.

The cave was warmer, by a lot actually as the little puffs that had escaped my lips out in the snow had vanished completely so maybe i could get them out?

I would have an easier time searching if they didn't distract me all the time.

I still wasn't sure if it was warm enough but there was enough dead shrubbery and wood to keep a nicely sized fire going for at least a day.

Gathering as much of it as I could I set it in a pile near the little pond that upon closer inspection actually contained warm water.

Very weird, I had heard of geothermal springs before but this one wasn't hot enough to be one, maybe it was overflow from an actual underground geyser?

Whatever the case may be i had more important things to do, Like telling the idiots in my gut that I had to get them out as they were too distracting for me.

Lightly prodding my abdomen to get their attention I waited a few seconds so I was sure they were listening and not still arguing about Arthur not telling Robin stuff.

“Guys? No Rikaad in here but the cave is warm, there's even enough wood to set up camp. If I let you out, do you think you can handle lighting a fire?”

There was some more shifting and I really tried to ignore the thrill that went up my spine before I heard Arthur again.

“I guess so, why do you mean? You're gonna let us out now? Like right now?”

I nodded before remembering that neither of them could actually see me.

“Yeah having you two in there is distracting as fuck and i need to focus if i wanna find Rikaad, just uhh try not come out at the same time? You'd split me open or something”

There was even more shifting as the two seemed to try and swap places before I got an answer, this time from Robin.

“You sure we should come out? What if it's still too cold? And shouldn't someone stay with you in case you find Rikaad?”

I was pretty sure that the cave was warm enough, and I was also sure that even if it was just one person in there it would still be too distracting.

“Yeah i think it would be best if i went after him alone, i really can't concentrate like this, now whoever is first brace yourself”

Not waiting for an answer I tensed my abdominal muscles, slowly bringing a tense little form up my esophagus while whoever stayed behind for now got really squished by the walls of my pouch to the point I was able to make out the individual limbs.

I tried not to dwell on that too much and instead focus on the little body that had just reentered my mouth.

Opening my lips I plucked the small form of Arthur out who looked not pleased at all.

“For the record, this sucks now let me down and gimme my stuff so i can make a fire”

I carefully set the man down on the moss and rummaged for his stuff in my pockets before giving it to him.

He immediately set on to make a fire, pointedly not looking in my direction.

Well I still had to get Robin out who was currently lazily flopped down in the middle of my pouch, Arthur probably did not want to see that.

“Robin? Imma get you out now so uhh prepare yourself?”

I could feel some more shifting and heard Robin give confirmation that he was ready.

I tensed my muscles again, sending the living lump back up my throat.

As he reached my mouth I leaned forward and gently slid him out onto my palm.

He blearily looked up at me and I noticed that he looked very tired.

Before I could set him down properly he flopped onto my palm like it was an oversized bed, clinging to my thumb and letting out a weird sound.

“Mrrf”

It kind of sounded like a sleepy cat but I had no time for this right now.

I needed to find Rikaad, preferably before he froze so I set Robin down next to the pond even though he tried not to let go of my fingers and when that didn't work attempted to cling to the still broken bracelet.

I gently pried him off and stood back up while he face planted into the moss.

“I'll be right back, Rikaad can't just vanish into thin air so i have to be able to find him”

“Good luck! And if you come back without him i will burn your pants”

Arthur's attempt at encouragement was a bit weird but it was better than an insult, i didn't put it past him to actually set my pants on fire though.

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[penaltyboxboxbox]

19 sebchal (especially considering the everything happening with charles rn)

Sebchal - talking late into the night. i do really like writing sebchal even tho i dont talk about them much here...we're gonna go 2019 teammates era. infidelity mentioned. not necessarily the most comforting but have fun.

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It makes Seb feel like a teenager.

A stupid teenager, specifically.

He's had a few glasses of wine and Charles is facetiming him, he insisted on doing so. Seb doesn't like doing it, and he feels like an old bitch, rolling his eyes at Charles and the others when they answer the calls so casually in the middle of a crowd. In the middle of a conversation.

He kicks himself mentally. You're not that old, Seb.

But Charles is that young. Twenty-one? Christ, Sebastian.

He kicks himself again. Literally this time, wincing at the hard heel of his dress shoe against his own ankle.

He pulls them off, one by one with the opposite foot. He balances the phone against the lamp on the bedside table, Charles rattles on about something. A pair of pants he's considering, what his mother sent him in the mail, a text his friend sent that was apparently so hilarious.

Seb didn't get the joke but nodded, smiled, sharp and flat. Charles smiled back, face still pink from his own laughter.

He tries not to stare at the admittedly blatant way Charles licks his lips, lets his eyelids flutter. Making a quiet little show of watching Seb take off his watch. His wedding ring.

It hasn't even been on long enough to leave a tanline yet. He doesn't have the excuse to having to take it off for work.

Still, he is, taking it off for work.

The skid of metal on wood feels jarringly loud.

"You looked very handsome tonight." Charles smiles, like a pleased cat through the screen.

"Too bad I did not have a date." The back of his neck feels hot at the way Charles squirms at the flirtation. "Needed someone to answer all the annoying little questions from boring old men."

"Oh come on, they are not that bad-"

"See. You like doing it. You like it."

"I am a good date then."

Seb hangs his head and laughs.

"Yes."

"Yes." Charles confirms.

Seb looks back up at his phone in time to catch Charles pulling his white tee up over his head, his hair poking out in odd directions.

"You got a haircut." Seb notices, beginning to unfasten the buttons of his dress shirt. "It looks nice."

"Thank you."

He watches as Charles situates himself in the frame, watching himself in the thumbnail, not Seb. The hour long rambling conversation, needling questions before, was just leading up to this.

They both knew it. Seb wished he had another drink.

[judasgot-it]

You know what I’ve been thinking these days? If jouno had the chance to see how his workmates faces are. But I think when he became a hunting dog, he was already a hunting dog

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OMG WAIT I've had headcanons about this.

I think jouno has ideas of what they look like, but they might be like. kinda off in some way.

like, i think teruko is probably the most accurate - shes a little girl in his head who looks a little annoying. the only thing that's off is her hair, i think he just assumes its black. same with her eyes.

if he ever did see her. wow. he wouldn't be too surprised but also he'd be mad about being called 'annoying peppermint bitch' all the time i bet - like, she has pink hair. really? at that point she was just making fun of herself.

fukuchi is also close i bet. teruko probably describes him in GREAT detail, but i dont think he REALLY knows some details. like how muscular fukuchi is (his six pack abs? his titties?) or how weird his hair is or his grinning face

he probably thinks he looks younger than he does. so seeing him would be weird. and i think he'd notice how sad fukuchi really is like, straight away. he is perceptive, it just his brain.

also he would probably be forced to watch fukuchis movies if he gained sight all of a sudden. he would hate it very very very much.

i like to think he's CONVINCED tecchou is ugly as hell sometimes. like, no way is he remotely attractive. why is he like that if he could get laid, right? bro uses the saddest bar soap alive, he has to have something weird

people tell him tecchou is hot, but he refuses.

then he sees him and is pissed as hell because:

bro has the ugliest ass haircut alive. he knows its long, but he was unaware tecchou thought that was a good idea

he has facial tattoos?

His eyelashes?

he never smiles? he knows he's happy or not from his heartbeat, but him not smiling? it's so weird to watch it. jouno now knows why he is asked by others if tecchou is mad or not - no one can tell by his face

he isn't ugly.

the worst is tachihara because i think jouno thinks he's like. a real delinquent - the kind who has a shaven head and a beaten lip and eyes that show that he killed a man

but no. tachihara just looks 19. he looks like a kid who plays pokemon. i think jouno would be disappointed - he doesn't look aggressive at all. jouno would steal his lunch money if he was still in a gang. he felt disappointed the most there, i think.

anyway idk, i think there would also be a heartfelt aspect too it but i remember some blind dude on youtube who mentioned that if he got his eyesight back (he was born blind tho, so he never really saw like. ever) then it would take him like weeks probably to adjust to seeing since he spent years orientation his life around a life without vision.

i think jouno would struggle to just be able to see, since his senses are so heightened. i think maybe he could see on a microscopic level or something if he got it back. or maybe not, these are just ramblings though

[skatingbi]

Sighs...my taste in manga has evolved. Time for Kagurabachi

Also I cant sleep bc i have an interview in 11 hours so take this unedited contribution to the fandom

CW: Hakuri's childhood trauma and PTSD, descriptions of PTSD triggers and Anxiety

Hakuri cut his hair.

In hindsight (10 seconds ago) it was a stupid, impulsive decision made out of sheer anguish, anger, sadness, grief, and emotional instability. In all fairness, it was only the longer part of his hair, the part he wrapped with a ribbon to keep together and out of his face. He cut it too short, though. Now, it's choppy and anyone can see from a mile away that he cut them with paper scissors he found in a drawer near the kitchen.

He doesn't really remember how he got here, only that he looked in the mirror. He saw his siblings staring back at him, disappointed, disgusted, apathetic towards him and then he felt the bruises that have since been long gone from his skin. He felt the crooked fingernails, the bones improperly healed in his hands shaking from how tense he got so quickly.

He felt fear.

Now, his hair is choppy on one side. Tears well up even more and he realizes that he's been crying. Looking in the mirror again, it's just him, the scissors, his red face and puffy eyes staring back and his god awful haircut.

He hears the front door open and close and in a stupid attempt to hide himself he slams the bathroom door shut. Shortly after locking it, he hears Chihiro's voice amongst everyone else's usual chatter.

"Hakuri?" He calls out, and he feels his footsteps grow closer. Hakuri's hands tremble, dropping the scissors. He doesnt know what to do. He knows Chihiro wont get mad, maybe Char will laugh at his hair for a bit. Unfortunately, his rational mind hasnt caught up yet. Its far behind in the race to claw out the hair from the sink and throw it in the small trash bin in the corner. Theres a knock at the bathroom door and Hakuri jumps at the sudden noise.

"Hakuri? You okay?" Chihiro asks, voice laced with concern through the door. It takes a moment for Hakuri to try and compose himself, clearing his throat enough to reply, "Yeah-Yeah I'm fine!"

Chihiro clearly doesnt buy it, "You dont sound okay," The door knob rattles softly, "Can you open the door?"

Hakuri shakes his head before he realizes he needs to speak, backing away from the door, but then deciding against it with how rough his vocal cords feel, "I...I messed up, Chihiro," He admits, another sob escaping him before he can stop it.

"I'm not hurt! Promise! I just-just messed up and it looks bad and I dont want you to judge me."

Silence stretches for only a few seconds, and Hakuri swears he hears Chihiro's breathing through the door.

"Hakuri, I swear to you I will not judge," Chihiro's voice is low and reassuring, more than Hakuri believes he's deserving of right now, "Let me in?"

He doesnt know how Chihiro can just give promises like that to him when theyre so rare. Its a moment of raw vulnerability that he's displaying, all for the sake of making sure Hakuri is okay. The ugly part of him tells him he doesnt deserve it, that he's better off staying locked in the bathroom and telling Chihiro to leave. That rational part of him knows it wont work, that its not true because the man on the other side of that door believes he deserves more.

He unlocks the door, but cant bring himself to open it, so Chihiro meets him halfway and slowly opens the door to enter the bathroom, closing it behind him before looking up.

Theres a longer stretch of silence, Chihiro's expression doesnt show any hint of what Hakuri is looking for. He's indifferent, but thats his normal look. He watches with ingrained perceptiveness as the other's eyes dart around cautiously before landing on the evidence of his unfortunate haircut and mental breakdown.

"Ah, you cut your hair." Thats all chihiro says before bending down to pick up the scissors, placing them on the sink's counter carefully. Hakuri can only stare at the floor and nod. He can feel tears threatening to form again and now he feels like crying for two reasons instead of one. His head hurts.

Theres a hand on his shoulder, thumb just barely touching his neck and Hakuri has to fight back the instinct to run. Chihiro notices, but his hand stays right where it is as a soothing presence amist the last dregs of his breakdown plaguing his brain.

"Its not that bad, you just need to even it out," Chihiro states, "I can cut it for you, if you want." The offer stands as an out for Hakuri. Chihiro does those a lot, where he'll offer to do something for him but give him the verbal reassurance that he can leave or say no whenever he wants to. He considers it for a moment, before squashing down his shame and giving a shallow nod.

"Stay here, I'll get proper scissors." Then Chihiro disappears from the room.

Hakuri sits on the toilet lid in the meantime, exhaustion slowly creeping in as he starts to remember bits and pieces of the episode. He remembers Shiba telling him about how some people have them when they're healing from trauma of some kind. Lately, he's had more than usual, mostly at night in his nightmares or when he's so anxious he cant sleep and has to pace around the tiny room to tire himself out.

He remembers Shiba telling him about what exactly he's going through, too.

"Its called PTSD. A lot of people have it, especially because of the war. Make no mistake, though, kid. Anyone can have it, and its a bitch to deal with, but eventually you learn how to live in spite of it."

That conversation was mentally taxing, he thinks. He wonders if this is a part of that, too. Could he have stopped it? Been normal? Or maybe he could have fought back, even if it ended in something miraculously worse than mental scars.

He doesn't hear Chihiro enter the room again, but he does make his presence obvious by standing in front of him, startling Hakuri from his thoughts.

"If you change your mind, even halfway through, just tell me," Chihiro whispers as he kneels down before Hakuri.

"Okay, I promise," He whispers back, voice shaky once he feels calloused hands brushing through his hair. Chihiro gives him a small smile, one of those rare ones that never see the light of day. For one quick moment Hakuri thinks about how he wants to see Chihiro smile more.

The hair cutting is simple, and Hakuri has to close his eyes unless he'd rather blink away the small bits of hair that fall onto his face. He sputters a bit when some get in his mouth and it makes Chihiro huff whats his own version of a laugh, just a small puff of air what would be seen as mild sarcasm to most people. It feels like hours of Chihiro's hands carding through his hair, his hands gently brushing the hair away from his eyes, the sound of scissors snipping through the choppy bits of Hakuri's remnants of what he remembers seeing in the mirror.

He opens his eyes when Chihiro puts down the scissors, and is met with the man's own eyes staring. He doesn't want to look away yet. When he's letting his guard down, even for a fraction of a second, there's a softness to him that's impossible to ignore. Hakuri wants to take it in, maybe even ingrain it into his mind like a polaroid for him to keep forever. He doesn't want to look in the mirror yet and Chihiro wont ask him to.

"Thank you," He murmurs, still looking at Chihiro and the deep red eyes that crinkle minutely. He notices then that maybe Chihiro has been smiling more than he thought.

"Are you feeling alright enough to leave the bathroom?" Chihiro asks, standing and offering a hand that Hakuri takes so he stands with him.

"Yeah. I think so," He yawns, "Tired though."

"Thats okay, I'll let the others know not to disturb you." Hakuri nods in acknowledgement. Chihiro guides Hakuri to leave the bathroom with him and doesnt leave his side until Hakuri is lying on his futon in their tiny shared room that they're borrowing from Hinao.

Once comfortable with the sheets up to his chin and facing Chihiro, who stands in the doorway still, he smiles. It's a small one, tired and grateful for the other's presence and help through an ugly moment.

"Hakuri?" Chihiro's voice betrays his's stoic expression.

"Yeah?" His own voice wavers, too.

"If you ever have an episode again and need help, call for me or Shiba." Chihiro says, setting his voice so there's no room for negotiation. He's serious, and that rattles Hakuri a little.

"Okay, I will," He answers back, hoping to gain the bravery to ask for help for something like this. Chihiro nods and shuts the door behind him shortly after leaving.

[shit-talk-turner]

Prev. message board anon here. Managed to dig out some old screenshots. I've copied and pasted them here as don't want to come off anon. These are mainly related to Alex and were posted by the sound engineer (I think). They're just random messages, not in any sort of order. Enjoy!

matt kinda says hi (he's half asleep, poor guy) ive managed to survive another night with the guys, and sucessfully cooked dinner. as a reward they took me to the pub...nice one

theyre more like extended family. (al's gone home, jammie's still on't playstation with my bro and matts curled up asleep in my room, he looks like a cat) FINALLY I HAVE SOME PEACE AND QUIET!!!!!!!! yay!!! *me doing a little dance in joy*

if that happened, hed prolly try n find you a chair (he's kind like that) and then hed stand there and panic about what to do.

yeah. it was bad wasnt it. got to the stage where we were all making fun, leaving little post-its with "get a haircut" written on, and generally begging him to get a haircut. he did it eventually, and now he looks hot again and less like a scarecrow. thank god!

alex update: he is wondering what to have for lunch.

no. not yet. hes having a gingerbreadman while he thinks about it.

hes gone off to find timm to find out what time were having dinner (because our schedule for the days changed). he said if he knows when dinner is, then he can make a proper decision on lunch - whether he wants a snack or a whole meal......

alex update: him n jammie are sat on the edge of the stage looking at the choice of songs theyve been given for their performance on Radio 1's Live Lounge on monday. theyre gonna do brianstorm, and they have to pick one of the four songs theyve been given to cover. theyre choosing now...

alex update: he's scurrying about looking for a cd he lost. to be honest it could be anywhere. its not very tidy at the moment.... and i think someone mentioned watching anchorman later.....

alex update: reading a book (well hes trying to, but matt keeps distracting him....) and hes trying to think what the best sandwich in teh world is (thats matts question of the day)

alex update: he's sat in't corner writing summat and on the phone. im always curious when i see him writing, cuz i automatically assume that hes writing lyrics - and then i start thinking about what he's done today to think what the song might be about and then i really, really, really want to hear how it would go......all this, and then i ask him what he's writing and he shows me that he's either doing a crossword, or writing a cd shopping list, or summat dissapointing....

alex update: seemed quite happy when we last saw him. think he's gone to change. and i think he's coming out later. not sure if he'll be out with us though. he doesnt really know mal and cookies mates. they were in the year above us at school...

alex update: he's all packed and sat on the sofa reading the article about AM in this weeks NME. by his facial expressions, i can't work out what he thinks about it..... :S

alex update: ............ there are no words to describe him today.

he's sat out in the sun with everyone, and he's the most relaxed and normal that i've seen him in soooo very long i think he's so relieved that the album did well and people like it. he just looks relaxed and, dare i say it............. HAPPY. :) he deserves it.

alex update: he's most defniatly asleep. he had a busy night last night, and last time i saw him the poor thing was asleep on his feet...

alex update - the only one of the fab four that i can see at the mo. i asked him what he's doing so i could report on it, and he said "dont just say im lying on the floor waiting for the microwave. that sounds reet boring. say 'im reclining on the carpet in a relaxed fashion, clasping a piece of toast waiting for my beans to be done , and im donning my shades in a classy way' ....yeah, that makes it sound a bit better. or do i just sound like a knobhead? okay, cut that bit out. just say....just say im eating. again. im always eating when youre typing......hmmm"

and that was all i could get from the fascinating Mr Turner, before the microwave "pinged"....

alex update: he's chilling with miles and some friends, havign a drink and watching some bands.

after the set, we all got a little bi too drunk, met up with James Ford (producer, and from simian mobile disco), james + simon (klaxons), lily allen, lovefoxx, a kook and some others (there was about 20 of us) and we wanted to go out at night to Lost Vague-ness (the most random field at glastonbury) but they didnt want to be noticed and harrassed, so we hired these random costumes. alex was a dinosaur, james was a swan, there was a chicken, a moose, me and lily were mushrooms...... was truley hilarious.

[its not really "news" but we just had a fight. a proper standing in the rain, shouting ourselves hoarse, having to be separated argument. thats the only problem with me and al, were too similar. SO stubborn, and a tendency to take things too personally and get a bit irrational. the basics, i was trying to be a good friend and tell him summat, he wasnt listening, we both said things we prolly shouldn't have, and then were taken away to calm down. it'll all be fine by the morning, thats just how we roll. but for tonight, im not gonna pretend were okay.]

the internet was once such a wild and lawless place

[harrowharr0w]

im bored so heres my friends opinions on paralive characters after i gave them a very lengthy presentation

allen - they think he’s ugly

hajun - “he’s unwanted by his parents, rich, and hates bugs?? he’s just like u fr!!” 💀

anne - “why are they british??” (british accent) (but they think they’re pretty)

yohei - they think he’s REALLY ugly friend 2 thought he had a buttchin

saimon - “why is he kazui?? why did they put kazui in paradox live??” (they do not like kazui)

shiki - friend 1 thinks he looks like hayasaka from yttd, friend 2 just thinks he’s ugly

ryu - friend 1 thinks hes ugly, friend 2 loves him

kanata - friend 1 thinks he’s hot, friend 2 just thinks he looks cool

nayuta - “are they like. incestuous. please dont tell me they have an incest thing going on with them.” - friend 1, friend 2 thinks he’s pretty but not as pretty as kanata

iori - no opinions

zen - (watching rap guerilla mv) “why is he shirtless??”

hokusai - friend 1 thinks he looks like broccoli (she loves toki shunichi though), friend 2 thinks he’s cool because of the cat

reo - they both love reo

satsuki - they don’t like him

shogo - friend 1 doesn’t like him, friend 2 loves him

toma - “ofc you like him. you always love the neon green characters.”

aoi - “THIS is the aimi one??? THIS is the one you love?? why????” (they don’t understand 😞) friend 1 absolutely despises their haircut, friend 2 tried to be nice because she knows i love aoi

kantaro - friend 1: “reo did it better tbh” friend 2: “he did it better than reo” (she loves visty & kantaro)

dongha - “WHAT IS THIS THING?? WHY IS THIS 30 YEAR OLD MAN THIRSTING OVER THIS THING HE’S SO UGLY” “ugly” (friend 1 and friend 2, in order)

chungsung - “he’s kinda hot tbh” - friend 1, “WHY ARE THEY IN A BL EW WHAT IS THAT PHOTO IM CRYING WHY ARE YOU SHOWING ME THIS” - friend 2

kei - friend 1 thinks he’s ugly, friend 2 thinks he looks like someone who i forgot the name of

itsuki - no opinion

rokuta - friend 1 doesn’t care, friend 2 loves him

yuto - “bro why does he have mikoto hair”

ryoga - they don’t like him

shion - friend 1 adores shion “he’s so hot like omg i’d let him (not writing this)”, friend 2 says he’s pretty but she doesn’t like his personality

kenta - “why does he have a discord e-kitten leash… what was he arrested for, roleplaying???” - friend 1, “why do u like him so much he’s weird… awh wait he’s a cutie!!” - friend 2

chisei - friend 1 thinks he looks like an fboy, friend 2 likes him but she doesn’t like his outfit

haruomi - “uglyyyy” - friend 1, friend 2 loves him