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arminsumi · 1 year

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ADULT STORE

↳ GETO すぐる + fem!reader

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense."

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Pt. 2

Summary : product testing with the helpful employee at the adult store!

Warnings : minors do not read/interact : smut/explicit content : using toys, stranger/hookup sex, softdom!Geto, praise, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, sex fantasy trope (sex with the adult store employee)

Note : i haven't made a trip to the adult store in ages bc... everything i want is so expensive lol (the struggle) 😭 i have some rlly funny adult store stories i could ramble about but i will refrain ✋ anyways, indulge yourselves in this fantasy, angels! 😈

Playme : wanna know what it's like?

The gate of the store buzzes, the employee watches you open it with a clink and enter the adult store. Your eyes flood with the overwhelming sight of wall-to-wall toys.

The smooth voice of the employee comes from behind the cash register.

"Yo."

Long hair. Dark, brooding look — almost gothic. Attractive hands with pronounced veins running over the back of them, poised on the countertop which he's lazing over.

He sees you and slowly straightens out his back out to impress you with his height.

"Ah, h-hello..."

He hears you stutter, and assumes it must be your first time in an adult store.

"First time? I mean, in an adult store, that is." he breaks the ice.

"Haha, y-yeah... yeah, it's my first time."

Yeah, that's what I thought.

He holds hard and deep eye contact with you. Yes, he's aware of how intensely he stares. He's doing it on purpose.

"Would you like some assistance, or do you just want to leisurely browse by yourself?"

His tone is so friendly, it doesn't let on to how heated his abdomen is getting at the sight of you.

"Yes, please, I'd appreciate your assistance."

Aw, of course.

"M'kay... then let me assist you."

He smoothly comes out from behind the counter and the two of you stand in front of a wall of toys.

"Overwhelmed?" he chuckles, noting how your eyes widen while looking at all the products. "I know there's a lot to choose from. But just focus on your needs. What do you need?"

"What do I need? Honestly, I have no idea what I need." you laugh nervously.

I know exactly what she needs...

"Well, why don't we carefully go through the products together? I'm sure I can figure out what you need. Promise I know my stuff. I've been working here for three years."

His nonchalance and professionalism puts you at ease. It's something he prides himself on: making customers feel relaxed.

Your eye catches on a pink dildo, so he takes it off the rack to show you up close.

"This one's good, it's got a ribbed design." he shows it off. "Are you looking for just penetration or clitoral stimulation?"

Aw, she's flustered.

"Uh, both I guess? Yeah. I'd love both."

Of course you'd love both. That's what you need, pretty girl.

"Both? Come over here. Let me show you something you might like."

There's a flirty tension between the two of you that just keeps getting more and more... intense.

He plucks a curvy vibrator. It looks expensive. Because it is expensive.

"This one's got ten functions—"

"—ten?! Sounds a bit extra."

"Nothing's too extra when it comes to your personal pleasure."

The two of you share a long look, then laugh.

"But it really is an excellent product."

"Are you advertising?" you joke teasingly.

"Absolutely." he jokes, "Kidding. I'm not trying to come across as a preachy marketer or something. I've used it with partners in the past, that's why I'm recommending it; I know it's good. It's a pretty intense toy. Helps girls squirt even if they think they can't."

I could make her squirt.

He's running his eyes up and down your body.

"Is that so...?" you mumble flirtatiously, eyeing out the product in his veiny, manly hands.

"Hm, still a skeptic? Because I'm sure I could please you."

He hopes that you note his deliberate use of 'I' and not 'it' there.

"Yeah. I'm sure you could please me, too." you flirt.

A heat erupts in his abdomen and stomach.

Oh wow... now she's really flirting, huh? Why'd I wear tight pants today of all days...

He has an unwavering gaze on you. You've captivated him. Put him in some kinda horny trance.

"Did I say me? Sorry. Slip of the tongue." he murmurs, voice dropping lower, "I meant the vibrator." he obviously lies.

You and him exchange a suggestive, longing look. You can feel your pussy clench around nothing, begging to get stuffed up and pleasured.

He hesitates before speaking again, as if he's scared of crossing a line and making you uncomfortable.

"If you want to... we could test it out together?" he suggests. His nonchalance is an act, really he's so nervous when he asks this.

"I'd love to..." you consent, and he doesn't miss the erotic excitement in your tone.

He nods towards the backdoor, eyes keeping on you and your cute little body that he just wants to feel and squeeze like a toy itself.

"Promise to keep your lips sealed about this? I don't wanna get fired for uh... you know... demonstrating products... to my pretty customer."

"Only if you promise to help me squirt for the first time."

Oh wow. Fuck. I'm hard.

His lips widen into a devilish grin. "Sure thing."

After a sloppy, desperate make out with this stranger, you find yourself sat on the couch in the breakroom. Door locked. Blinds shuttered closed. Legs spread wide to his liking, as he cushions the vibrator into your plush slit.

He's rubbing it slowly up and down your folds. He watches your reactions intently, breathing heavier at the sight of your pussy squishing under the pink dildo. The buzzing sound fills the room, but your moans are louder.

He clutches the toy gently, massaging the bulbous head into your clit with sweeping circular motions.

"F-fuck... that pretty clit feels good, doesn't it? Yeah? Let's get it feeling even better."

He turns it up a notch. It buzzes harder against your sensitive nub.

"How's that? Haha, yeah, intense, isn't it?

"Yeahhh — Fuck! Ohhh that's so good, that's so — oh my goddd fuckkk. S-sorry I think... I'm gonna cummm — !!"

"It's okay. Cum as hard as you can, yeah? I want you to get a good idea of how well this toy can pleasure you before you buy it, after all. Oh there we go... just let go and... f-fuck... wow... j-just cum like that. Fuck... that pretty clit feels so good now, huh? Gonna cum? Gonna cum for me, with a vibrator on your cunt?"

He takes note of your reaction to his dirty talk and smirks. Then he slyly turns the toy's setting higher and it buzzes more intensely, and in one... two... three... seconds, you're squirting like crazy all over the pink vibrator and his hand.

Holy shit, look at that pretty pussy gushing... she could drench my dick. I wanna be inside her so fucking baddd...

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense." he regains his professional tone after you cum.

He turns the toy off and watches you come down from your shaking orgasm, smug look on his face. He keeps it clutched in his veiny hand, and brings it up to his lips to suck and lick up all your juices from it.

She tastes so fucking good... I feel dizzy.

You watch him with wide eyes as he tastes your slick off the toy.

"F-fuck... wh-what did you s-s-say your name was again?" you stutter, starstruck by this stranger.

You're so fucking dizzy, your pussy is buzzing like it still feels the intensity of the toy against it.

"Hm, wanna know my name?" he smiles teasingly, "How about you cum on my face and then I'll tell you."

"Fuck, okay."

And then as soon as you give him permission, he's hungrily diving between your thighs.

"Oh my god..." he loves how you gasp and writhe under the influence of his mouth.

Let's see how fucked-out I can get her. Wanna see her lose her mind 'cause of me.

His lips latch onto your labia and suckle, then onto your clit. He points his tongue at your clit, then oh my god flattens it and laps at your bud while suckling. His softness shows a hint to tenderness in his personality; he really knows how to treat a woman well.

This stranger spoils your pussy with his tongue and lips. He seems to be in his own little world while nosing between your thighs. He carelessly gets your juices smeared across his cheek and lets the rest dribble down his chin.

"Fuck fuck fuck — like that, like that. Don't stop don't stop — !! 'm gonna cum! G-gonna — fffffffucking cummmm ahhhhh — !!"

He flicks the tip of his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, eager to make your pussy freak out on his mouth. Just before you cum he slips two fingers into your hole, middle and ring, and pumps them into a sweet spot hard. He just wants to get an idea of the feeling of your pussy when it cums.

Suckling at your clit, fingering you with nice hard rough strokes, closing his eyes like he's the one enjoying it meanwhile he's silent and you're moaning like you're going insane. He can tell you're close and speeds it up.

"Cum cum cum, cum for me. Just let go and cum." he sounds so desperate, and that professional tone of his is finally cracking. "Cum on my fucking face, please."

And he dives his tongue right back into your hole, wriggling his tongue around, resulting in the nastiest wet squelching sound. His lips press flat against your pussy, he draws in a deep breath and your heat is all he smells.

Please cum on my face. Please please please.

"Ah! Fuck! Fuckkkk!"

You gush right on his lips, which are plump and swollen and red and glistening with your slick.

He pulls away and licks his lips and tells you his name.

"Suguru, by the way. My name's Suguru. Hey... can I give you my number?"

Oh he's so smooth. But he's even smoother at the checkout, when he asks if you're free this Friday for a date. At his apartment. With the company of some of his favorite toys.

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honeytonedhottie · 1 month

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hyper girliness⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

this post is just my take on what girliness is to me and how i incorporate it into my life bcuz its a lifestyle for me. being super feminine and feeling happy and beautiful in that way is how i choose to live and this post is just talking about how i go about that. ofc with anything that u consume. take what resonates with you and leave the rest but i hope you'll enjoy…💬🎀

GIRLY MINDSET ;

i think of very highly of myself, like a princess. i did lots of self concept work to get my self concept to where it is now and i can confidently say that my self concept is just as flawless as i am. because i think so highly of myself, i treat myself accordingly. something that i reinforce in my thoughts is to treat myself like my favorite doll.

what does it mean to treat yourself like your favorite doll? PAMPER yourself, treat urself sweetly and preciously and your body and mind and soul will thank you tenfold. every investment that u put into urself whether its mental or physical will give you the highest ROI then anything else can because its YOU.

IN TOUCH WITH GIRLINESS ;

im rly in touch with my girliness when im practicing self care or doing something creative (like girlblogging for example) to me, femininity is expression and creativity and energy and beauty so anything that resonates with those four words is enriching my own girliness.

pampering and self care time every single day is a MUST

dancing or stretching

most tension for girls at least, is stored in ur hips, so whenever ur doing stretches or when u dance, i like to focus on my hips movements so that then i can release tension and let energy flow. doing so helps me to feel super in touch with my girliness and my femininity in general, so things like belly dancing and yoga.

PAMPERING ;

manis/pedis WEEKLY or every two weeks, u dont have to get them professionally done if u dont want to, but mainly focus on being well kept and well groomed and moisturized.

making sure my hair looks pretty and to my liking

being EXTRA during shower time ; using high quality and sweet smelling products, using body oils and body butters and lotions. taking bubble baths and using fancy bath milks and bubble bath.

GIRLY INCORPORATION ;

you can glamorize even the simplest of tasks by being super girly. here are some examples of incorporating girliness into mundane tasks. girliness is lots of ROMANTICIZATION

studying -> using cute stationary (mine are predominantly pink) decorated notes, cute study playlist (i listen to subliminals) keep an adorable space to study and wear a cute outfit

GIRLY CODE ;

being sweet and gentle with everyone (including urself) is SUCH a girly move and it makes u so pleasant and doll-like. theres no need to be nasty for no reason, cuz thats not hot. so mind ur p's and q's. say thank you, articulate ur feelings and ur thoughts. also, me saying making an effort to be nice is girly code does NOT mean that if someone is coming at u some kind of way that u shouldn't stand up for urself bcuz u absolutely should, but rly emphasize grace.

GIRLY ACCESSORIES ;

bracelets

anklets

purses

head bands

mini-skirts

on an ending note the main keys to girliness from my experience is all about how u treat urself, and that'll translate to how u treat others. and this post can serve as your reminder to pamper and spoil yourself bcuz u deserve it…💬🎀

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bubbless-s · 3 months

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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ A brushstroke of love ᝰ.ᐟ

Request: “I don’t know if you still take Harry Potter requests but can you do slytherin boys (and pansy) walking on you doing your pre shower makeup?”

Masterlist

- ʚɞ genre: fluffly, light entertainment

- ʚɞ warnings: none

Tom Riddle

✧ Gets annoyed.

✧ “Why are you wasting your make up?”

✧ Still doesn’t get why you waste time and energy doing this.

✧ You jumpscared him once because you had done a minion full face make up.

✧ it just happened that you were walking after him and he suddenly turned.

✧ Starts hating the pre shower makeup even more.

✧ Would rather die then tell anyone that he got jumpscared by your face in yellow.

Mattheo Riddle

✧ “Love what the fuck.”

✧ Will NEVER let you do it on him.

✧ You will give him kisses? No—wait kisses?

✧ Well since you will give him compensation he will sit trough it.

✧ “I look like what you would get when you search ghetto make up on google.”

✧ Likes it more if you put lipstick on and kiss his whole face.

✧ He is like a energetic 9yo who ate tons of chocolate. So in conclusion he can’t stay still for too long.

Theodore Nott

✧ Thinks its funny since he has done it too.

✧ Buys you those shitty kid make up products so you don’t waste your expensive makeup.

✧ Secretly takes pictures of you and threatens to post it.

✧ But he never will.

✧ Let’s you do his brows because he finds it hilarious how he looks with big brows drawn with a eyeliner from a kid makeup set.

✧ Takes 0,5 pictures of you and himself after the masterpiece makeup is done.

✧ Laughs everytime the dollar store lipstick snaps in half from bad quality and his pressure from applying it.

Draco Malfoy

✧ “Is this what birthday makeup is or..?”

✧ Straight up holding back tears when you force him to try it.

✧ “This is muggle activity I—“ “So is bleaching your hair Malfoy.”

✧ You made his skin match his hair. ‘Accidentally’ with water proof 24h lasting brush.

✧ He almost cried.

✧ Didn’t go to classes that day and didn’t step out of his room.

✧ Also he ‘accidentally’ smudged the makeup in your shirt. Accident happen!

Enzo Berkshire

✧ Traumatised.

✧ “Why do you look like a smurf :(.”

✧ Doesn’t want to do it. But he is supportive. Kinda.

✧ Will get you tons of micellar water so the cleaning process is easier.

✧ If you mess up your mascara and get it all over the tube he won’t also mind cleaning it.

✧ What he will mind is if you try to do it on him.

✧ “My skincare is expensive girl..💅”

Blaise Zabini

✧ Stands in the doorway with a ‘:|’ face.

✧ “Um what are you doing this late at night cupcake?”

✧ Another type to take pictures of you.

✧ Agrees when you offer to do his next.

✧ Suddenly became a professional makeup artist??

✧ And comments and how you blend things and stuff😭

✧ “Im rocking this.”

Pansy Parkinson

✧ “I thought we were doing this together?”

✧ Immediately sits next to you and DEMANDS that you do her makeup too.

✧ In the end you both have matching makeup. You’re painted in pink she is in blue. (Stitch and his gf)

✧ “I look so cute. But you’re the cutest.”

✧ Kisses your face anyway. Who cares if you have kilos of make up on your faces?

✧ “Babe do I have makeup smudges on my arse?” “Don’t worry the only thing I see is fifty pounds of ass😋”

✧ The removing process is another type of pain.

#harry potter x reader #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #enzo berskshire #blaise zabini #blaise zabini x reader #pansy parkinson x reader #pansy parkinson #slytherin boys x reader

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manifestingmatcha · 2 years

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✨My Glow Up tips✨

Drink a lot of water it benefits your body in every way bonus points if you add lemon. If you crave soda Olipop is a good alternative.

Eat little meals made with whole foods throughout the day it really does make a difference.

Go on hot girl walks get fresh air and sunshine every day.

Drink green juices and smoothies it’s the easiest way to get in all your fruits and veggies plus you can add supplements.

Skincare is self care it’s literally the canvas for your makeup so invest in your products. Keep it simple and be consistent with your routine.

Learn to read food labels ideally you want to know how to pronounce every ingredient.

Drink less alcohol bloating and hangovers aren’t hot.

Educate yourself on vitamins and supplements to target what you want to improve. For immune system you want vitamin c and zinc and for beauty you want a collagen supplement.

Lip filler: research your provider make sure you vibe with them and feel comfortable. Start slow and gradually build to your desired shape and size. (not everyone needs filler/botox only if you want it)

Contacts over glasses is my personal preference.

Choose a signature scent for every season.

Keratin hair treatments they make styling so easy and your hair looks shiny and perfect for weeks.

Natural nail colors are the most flattering. OPI and Essie make the best nudes.

Invest in classic basics for your closet black and white t-shirts denim and shoes. Think about cost per wear quality vs quantity ect. Zara is my favorite store for inexpensive trendy pieces.

Wear signature jewelry mine are gold hoops diamond studs and dainty necklaces. Mejuri is my favorite jeweler.

Cleaning and organizing your home is therapy. Light a Fall candle and deep clean your space once a week and you will feel refreshed.

Exfoliate your face and body a few times a week

Ice roll and gua sha your face it instantly de puffs and lifts.

Plant medicine personally I love cannabis and it’s been a positive life changing medicine for me.

Therapy: I believe everyone can benefit from it.

Never stop learning read often about whatever topics you’re interested in.

For improved hair skin and nails put collagen powder in your coffee or smoothies every day.

Put fresh eucalyptus and lavender in your shower or a few drops of essential oils for the best most relaxing bath.

Brush and floss often and occasionally use Crest white strips for whitening your teeth.

Journaling is so important on paper or even in your notes app on your phone.

Learn manifesting techniques your mindset is everything.

Get a professional bra fitting and match your lingerie it will make you feel confident and hot.

#personal #these are just things that work for me and make me feel good🤍

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luvely-stories · 2 months

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Kept Kisses

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You love lip products, glosses, lipsticks, tints, all of it you adored. You had a place on your dresser where all of the products were placed on display as if they were in a store and enjoyed reorganizing them whenever you found yourself bored.

Your dear husband Nanami knew of your love of them ever since he started dating you, when he’d first walk into your bathroom to use it, only to find the counter covered in some new lipglosses you were trying out. Ever since then he had spent a fair amount of money spoiling you rotten with subtle lip tints or dark expensive lipsticks.

Though surprisingly, it wasn’t the money spent on said lipsticks that were the problem. No no, it was something a bit more silly. Nanami had found out pretty early in the relationship that you were an affectionate woman, showing it in any way you could. Though you clearly had a favorite way, kissing.

Cheeks, hands, neck, forehead, anything you could get your painted lips on would be covered with kisses if you had anything to say about it. All things considered, Nanami didn’t mind. There were times where he would smile and blush at the lipsticks stains left by your kisses.

Though as much as he loved them, he knew they couldn’t stay. Nanami was known in his office as a very professional man, coming into work with a shimmery lipgloss mark on his cheek would ruin a reputation which, while he didn’t work all that hard to get, he prided himself in. He may hate office work but at least people knew If they needed help they could come to him

There had been a couple of close calls though. Sometimes you’d have to call out to your husband as he walked out the door, motioning to his cheek. Other times he’d be driving in his car till he realized that the deep red you wore last night peaked from his collar and quickly whip it off with spare tissues he left in the car. Heaven forbid he walk in and Gojo see him, he’d never live that down.

Though, everyone makes mistakes now and then.

One day it had been especially hard for Nanami to get out of bed. It was one of those days where he was wondering why he even worked as hard as he did, what was the point of it all? He sighed as he rubbed his hands over his face.

“Ken honey, are you ok?”

You ask softly, turning yourself to face your husband who still laid on his bed. Usually at this time he’d be up getting changed. He sighed as he turned to you, an arm lazily thrown over you.

“Im just thinking, that’s all.”

He said with a small smile as he slowly started to rub your back. You knew days like this could be tough on him, so despite your body wishing for just a bit more of sleep, you decided to start your day early for a change.

“Here, why don’t I make you some breakfast? It’s been a while since we shared a morning together.”

You suggested sweetly, running your fingers through Nanamis blonde hair. He grinned at the idea as he started to get up himself.

“That sounds lovely.”

You smiled as you placed a kiss on his cheek before jumping out of bed, you had a husband to spoil after all. Mornings where you enjoyed each other’s company was rare since Nanami usually woke up much earlier than you so you were planning on taking advantage of the opportunity given to you.

As Nanami finished getting ready he saw you in the kitchen and realized why he worked as hard as he did. So that you two could be comfortable and he could spoil you whenever the chance occurred. You helped him more than you could ever know. As he stepped out of the room his nose was filled with the fresh smells of breakfast.

“Eat up businessman, can’t have you not reading stocks correctly because you’re hungry.”

You giggled as Nanami groaned while you placed his food in front of him.

“Dear please, don’t bring up work.”

He sighed as he started to dig into the food. Nanami had made it very clear that he wanted his work and his home life to be as far away as possible, trying his hardest to never complain about work whenever he was at home. You understand though, from what you’ve heard his work drained him with very few upsides. You’d probably never want to talk about a job like that when you left work too.

As you finished up your food and were about to pick up the plates, Nanami beat you to it.

“You already cooked, let me take care of this.” Nanami says with a soft smile.

“But Kento you’re going to be late!”

“I’ll be quick.”

You sighed as you let the dishes get taken from you. Though it had been a bit early compared to your usual schedule, you started getting ready yourself. You go to your room and start getting changed, excited to try on a new lip tint. It was a bit on the darker side but nothing crazy, just enough for a pop color. Just as you were finishing doing your makeup, you heard Nanami call out to you.

“Bye dear!”

He said as he started to unlock the door. You rush out from your room and meet him at the entrance. Pulling him closer, you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before looking into his eyes.

“Ken, I love you. If you ever wanna quit just know I’ll stand beside you.”

God what did Nanami do to deserve you. He smiled as he cupped your face. Ironic that the reason he worked so hard was telling him to quit. He kissed your head gently before he opens the door.

“Thank you dear. Have a good day.”

You waved goodbye as he shuts the door. All you could do was hope that the day wasn’t too harsh on him and he came home in a bored mood then a frustrated one.

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Something was off but Nanami couldn’t tell what it was. Ever since he’s walked into the office people stared at him, some with confusion while others couldn’t even look him in the eyes. Nanami didn’t pay it any mind though, it’s not like it was interfering with work. Well that was till Gojo came.

As the blue eyed beast walked into Nanami’s office unannounced again, his jaw dropped. Though Nanami didn’t realize, still not looking up from his stack of paper.

“Gojo, to what do I owe this visit from you?”

Nanami asked with a stale tone. Gojo let out a loud snicker before sitting down in front of the busy blonde man. Putting his chin in his hands he gave a cheerful smile.

“Nothing! I just missed you!”

Nanami hummed back, uninterested as could be. Gojo thought for a moment before sitting up, glancing between the ring and Nanami with a smirk.

“So! How’s the Mrs? She doing good?”

Nanami placed his papers down and sighed, he knew he couldn’t keep his work and home life completely separate but he sure as hell could try.

“She’s fine. Why do you ask?”

“Well when you walk into the office with a big old smooch on your head I can’t not think about her.”

Nanami stopped in his tracks as he heard those words. No it couldn’t be, you didn’t have anything on your lips when you kissed him. Or did he just not see? Pulling out his phone he looked at himself in his reflection and was shocked with what he saw.

There, right in the middle of his forehead, was a noticeable kiss mark. Nanami felt his face go hot as he grabbed a napkin and started to frantically wipe the stain off all while Gojo was laughing.

“How did you not notice it?! Did no one tell you?”

Gojo asked between laughs as Nanami felt his face burn. Why had no one told him about this? He wasn’t that unapproachable right? Whatever the reason he’d have to have a talk with his subordinate. Nanami sighed as he finished wiping his forehead, throwing away the tissues.

“No matter, it’s over now. Now if I remember correctly, you still have work to do Gojo.”

Gojo lets out an annoyed groan as he drags himself from out Nanamis chair. Just as he was about to leave, Gojo looks into his office one more time.

“Bye the way Nanami, that was not your color.”

“Get out!”

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #nanami kento #jujutsu nanami #nanami x you #jjk x you #jjk kento #nanami fluff

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killersandqueens · 1 year

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Listen, this last episode has thrown me for a loop, and this time it’s about Rebecca.

Sunflowers has a running theme of new experiences. Ted believes that he is going on a drug trip for the first time, Roy learns how to ride a bike, Higgins takes Will to his first jazz club, the team has their first pillow fight, and Trent and Colin are open about their sexuality with someone from their work life.

But I didn’t feel that with Rebecca- at first.

Very importantly, she is spending her time with a man that has a similar marriage life as her, and who knows nothing about her. Not even her name. She does not have to put on a brave face, or be known as that rich lady with the shitty, cheating exhusband. Rebecca does not have to pretend with this man.

Her storyline is meant to feel warm, cozy, familiar. Comfortable. Look at the lighting for the scene, it feels incredibly homey, especially when compared to the other environments of the episode.

But that is her new experience. Her entire presence on Ted Lasso, is one of elegance and professionalism. She is almost always in gorgeous designer outfits, with perfect makeup and well kept hair. She must always carefully word what she says, stand straight in high heels. Always with a carefully practiced, strained smile.

But not here. She is freshly out of the shower, in a dress you could find at a thrift store. She has no makeup, her hair is down with no product. Rebecca does not wear shoes and is given a foot massage. She is so comfortable that she drifts off to sleep.

Being comfortable and carefree is Rebecca’s new experience.

#ted lasso #ted lasso season 3 #rebecca welton #spoilers #sunflower #roy kent #colin hughes #jamie tartt #ted lasso season three spoilers #keeley jones

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icedsodapop · 4 months

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White journalism has mostly been utterly rubbish at covering the recent controversy between Jasmine Crockett and Marjorie Taylor Greene, writing about the incident as two women who derailed a meeting when they hurled appearance-based insults at each other, not understanding that what Greene, a literal white supremacist, was doing by commenting on Crockett's fake eyelashes affecting her work, was actually implying that Crockett's appearance was unprofessional and therefore, incompetent. The appearances of Black and Brown women are often scrutinised and they are penalized for not adhering to standards rooted in white supremacy.

Here's a written account by a Black woman:

I looked up to find a critical mass of Black women excitedly converging upon my interview station. Forming a half circle around my table, they began exclaiming how enamored they were by my appearance and how it countered much of the counseling they had received on how to appear “professional” and “look like a lawyer.” They emphatically discussed the damage and financial expense they incurred to straighten and subdue their naturally coiled, gravity defying hair to appear “polished” and “professional” for their interviews. They shared how they spent several hours in several stores seeking a skirt suit that would complement their figure, but not emphasize or unveil their curves, and were ultimately forced to splurge on a tailor to appear feminine and physically appealing without being hypersexualized, since the average suit is not designed to fit their body type. They were told to wear these skirt suits with “flesh toned” stockings and “nude” makeup for a “polished” but “professional” look, and reflected upon their frustration running up and down retail aisles seeking “flesh tones” and “nude” colors that actually matched their complexion, since the “darkest” shade of most products still only reflect the darkest tone of white or light skin. They looked at me, a visibly Black woman with brown skin, wearing bold gold earrings, a large naturally curly afro, bright colored fitted pant suit, and bare-face except for a bright red lip, and questioned whether it might be possible to enter the legal profession without having to leave elements of their Black womanhood behind.

#antiblackness #misogynoir #jasmine crockett #marjorie taylor greene #us politics #white supremacy

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back2thebasics · 28 days

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Bodyguard Suguru Geto X Fem Reader

Synopsis: Your parents hired Suguru for your protection. You come from a wealthy family and they won't let you go into the big scary world without someone always lurking in the shadows to watch over you. That is what he is to you, a shadow. What happens when one night changes your relationship forever?

Content: Female Reader, MDNI, Sexual content, Curses, Combat, Gore(From fighting curses), Geto with an attitude

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You always feel him lurking 8 steps behind you. Never close enough to see him, but never far enough that you don't feel his presence. Your friends had nicknamed him the black dog since his long shaggy black locks made him look like one, and he always followed you around. Your interactions with him were almost nonexistent and when you spoke with him, he was cold and calculated. It pissed you off. You wanted to get to know him. He was only interested in ensuring you don't get eaten alive while getting groceries.

You needed to get something from the beauty supply store on the way from work, so you diverged from your usual path home. You knew Suguru Geto would follow no matter what, so you didn't bother letting him know your plan. He has been your bodyguard since the day you turned 18 and your parents were too scared to let you live your life as an adult without security. You understand why it's necessary. Cursed spirits were everywhere and you had no formal training to defend yourself.

You turn back and see him walking casually behind you a few feet back, pretending to be a regular pedestrian minding his business. What people didn't know was that he was hyper-aware of all of them and he was probably watching them like a hawk ready for an attack at any moment. He has protected you from danger as promised and in the 5 years he has been around, no one has laid a finger on you or even breathed in your direction. It felt isolating sometimes, but you were alive, so you couldn't complain too much. You finally see the shop in the distance and you hope they have the hair developer you need to dye your hair. Last time you got the wrong product and the results were horrible, so this time you want to make sure you do it right. You could go see a professional, but with your personal Shadowman following you around, it made things awkward at the salon.

The shop is busy, which forces Geto to get closer to you so he can keep an eye on you. He pretends to browse the aisles while you make your way to the hair dye section. He follows you while you look at the products. He pretends to scan the boxes of hair dye as if contemplating a colour. His eyes occasionally glance over to you and when you catch him looking, he gives you a look that says hurry up.

“I think you would look gorgeous with pink hair.” You tell him pretending to be a stranger giving advice. He doesn't laugh.

He looks at you seriously and stoically, as always. He gives you an up and down and then continues to walk down the aisle, no doubt to check the neighbouring aisles for threats to your safety. You return your attention to the shelf full of products, a little disappointed by his dismissal. He didn't even deem you worthy of a reply. You finally find the right product you were looking for and then make your way towards the register where a nice-looking young man helps you check out.

You feel Geto looming next to you, but you don't even bother looking at him while he places some random items down onto the belt and buys them to seem less suspicious. You thank the cashier and then walk out, not waiting for your black shadow. He will catch up with those long legs of his. You know that you've been acting petty lately. It started with you trying to ditch him on purpose, then you ignore his calls sometimes just to get a reaction. He only got mad a few times, and you liked the rush it gave you, so you chased after it more. The desire to do it again rose in you and made you walk a little faster. You try to trick him a little and take a different way home. Hoping he will maybe confront you, talk to you or just do something more than intense stares and silence.

You've been walking for about 10 minutes, surprised he hasn't caught up to you yet. You hear a loud crashing noise coming from a back alley. Passing the alleyway quickly and hoping it's just an animal digging through the trash, you begin regretting your choices. Your heart races for no reason and you get cold sweats. Why did you not want the protection of the big, strong bodyguard again? The answer seems long gone and when you turn around to check behind you, the lack of his presence makes you feel empty.

You turn back to keep walking and stop dead in your tracks when you see a nasty-looking creature standing in front of you, blocking your way. It looks like a snake with its long body decorated with scales. It stares you down with its beady yellow eyes and reveals large fangs as its enormous jaw unhinges. Long spikes adorn its back, giving it an almost dragon-like appearance. It slithers forward and you notice just how big this thing is. It could eat you whole if it got you between its jaws. You freeze in fear, not being able to move even as it gets closer, hissing at you and flexing its spikes preparing for an attack.

Just as it goes for the lunge, a flash of a figure swoops in grabs you and carries you back to the safety of a side alleyway. You finally get your bearings and realize the man leaning over you scanning you for injuries is Suguru Geto.

“Are you hurt?” He sounds different. He was affected for once. Gone is the stoic statue of a man. Instead, he looks genuinely concerned. His brows pinching together, creating deep lines.

Several minutes pass before you can stop shaking and catch your breath. You hyperventilate and it makes you weak on your feet. Stumbling a little, he braces you up against his much larger body with muscular arms around your torso.

“You need to catch your breath and tell me if you're hurt,” Suguru says in a firm yet soothing voice. He doesn't wait for your reply before he starts patting you down gently all over and feeling for anything wrong.

“I'm fine.” You manage your breathing finally under control.

“We’ll talk about how stupid that was later. But for now, I need you to promise me you will stay here until I come back for you. Please Y/N, you need to promise me you won't run off again.” He stares down into your eyes intensely and you see the genuine concern written all over his face. He’s worried.

“I promise.” You nod at the same time. He releases you from his supportive embrace. You sink a little at the lack of support, your knees still shaking from the adrenaline. He places a hand on the small of your back and leads you further down into the alleyway to a fire escape, where he helps you sit on the lower staircase.

“I'll be back. Stay here.” He sets off running towards the cursed spirits' location. You listen to his request and stay put. He disappears from view and you hear scuffling and combat begin as Geto no doubt unleashes his technique. The fight seems to last forever and you grimace as you hear crunching and things shattering during the battle. Finally, you see a tall figure approaching, Shaggy black hair tousled from combat, a bit of dust smeared on his olive skin but thankfully no blood. None of his, at least because the specks that speckled his skin looked green.

You burst into tears. You hear his footsteps quicken and he reaches you in no time.

“Y/N? What's wrong?!” He crouches in front of you, his voice sounding gravely from fighting.

“I'm sorry.” You blubber between sobs. The heightened emotions and fear make you feel sensitive, and you can't help it when you reach out and hug him suddenly. He returns the hug and lets you cling to him with your arms around his neck. He holds you as you shake in his arms and cry it out.

“It's okay. Let me take you home.” He suddenly stands up, lifting you at the same time. You're about to ask to be put down, but the thought of being carried home sounds nice, so you let him. You wrap your legs around him like a koala and he supports you by gripping your thighs to hold you up. Resting your head on his shoulder with your arms around his neck as he makes the quick trip to your apartment building where he also lives. He sets you down at the front door and he unlocks the door using his set of keys. You stay in silence, not wanting to talk about your dumb actions just yet.

He walks in and turns on the lights, then takes off his shoes. His apartment is in the basement of yours and his usual routine is to go straight downstairs without a word. Tonight he lingers at the door as you take off your coat and shoes. He watches you with worry in his features as he leans against the kitchen island. You wait for him to get mad at you.

“So, are you going to scold me now?” You break the silence, looking at him from the bench near the door.

“Is that what you want? For me to scold you?” The tone Geto uses sounds almost like a challenge.

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have run off like that. It was stupid.” You mumble, embarrassed.

“Yes, it was stupid and I am still a little pissed still but you need to rest. You must be tired.” Suguru approaches and places a hand on your head affectionately. You look up at him and the concern in his gaze makes your heart flutter. He always seems so cold and detached, but at this moment, you see through all that.

He removes his hand and turns to walk towards his apartment door.

“Wait, Suguru.” You rush out and he turns around.

You stand up from the bench and step forward. You gather your courage and decide it's time to confront your feelings head-on. If he rejects you, then you can move on and things will go back to normal.

“Aren't you sick of following me around all the time? Do you even like me?” You ask the questions that are swirling in your head.

Suguru looks at you, shocked. He seems to think about it for a moment and then sighs before he responds. You expect a rejection.

“Of course I like you. What kind of question is that? When I took on this job, I must admit I was apprehensive at first. Then I met you and that went away. Protecting you is the most important thing to me. You are the most important thing to me.” Suguru steps forward until he's almost pressed against you.

The proximity leaves you breathless. But you still have things you need to know.

“Why are you always so distant? Every time I try to get to know you, you push me away.” You search his eyes for answers.

“I had to. If I got too close to you, I knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself from wanting more. I knew you wouldn't feel that way, so I kept a safe distance.” He lifts a hand and runs it through his long black hair.

“Why would you assume I wouldn't like you?” You ask, confusion lacing your breathy voice as you stare up at him. He looks vulnerable for the first time in the 5 years you've known him.

“Because you are you and I'm me. I feel like I don't deserve you. Not in the way I want, so I settle for making sure you stay safe. At least I get that small pleasure.” He rasped, his voice husky, sending shivers down your spine.

“That's bullshit. You have no idea the amount of times I craved just hearing your voice. The amount of times I tried pissing you off just so you can talk to me.” You feel the frustration of those 5 years in your words. You wanted him to like you so badly it had gotten under your skin so far deep down that you had convinced yourself he hated you to get over it.

You had no idea that he had these feelings all along and you feel stupid for not saying anything earlier. You take matters into your own hands for once and get on your tip toes so you can wrap your arms around his neck. He looks surprised for a second before he wraps his arms around your waist and meets you halfway. Your lips meet in the middle and the force of the kiss almost knocks you off your feet. He kisses you like he has been waiting longer than 5 years. Like he has been waiting his entire life for this chance. You respond, your lips fighting with his in a passionate exchange of tongue and lip biting. He pulls back first, still not completely sure what just happened. He breathes in heavy pants, his face flushed completely.

“Y/N, are you sure about this? I don't -.”

You cut him off with another reassuring kiss. Something about showing him instead of showing him felt right. Your hands trailed lightly into his long silky strands near his nape and you hear his guttural groan. He breaks the kiss once more and disappointment washes over you briefly before he lowers himself to kiss your neck. You can't hold back the soft moan that escapes your lips. His lips suck and kiss a trail, starting from your jaw to your collarbone. He surprises you when he suddenly picks you up effortlessly. He doesn't travel far with you before he gently places you down on the edge of the kitchen island. The way he looks at you like you're a dream, like you'll disappear. It makes your stomach fill with butterflies.

“We can take it slow. We don't have to rush.” His hand cups your face gently and he looks so gentle compared to his curse-killing alter ego.

“I have waited 1826 days for this. I think that's slow enough.” You can't help but laugh at your attempt at being funny.

Geto’s lips quirk up slightly and then a full smile that nearly knocks the breath out of you. You have never seen him genuinely smile at you like this before. He initiates the kiss this time, and it makes you wish this would have happened sooner between the two of you. It may have made his constant presence much more welcome. You grip lightly onto his long black hair once more and you enjoy hearing his reaction. He liked having his hair pulled. It sent more heat rushing down to your core where you were already starting to soak through your panties with excitement. The tension between you had to give eventually, but who knew this would be the way you decided to resolve your issues.

His hands began to roam your body. Exploring your back, your waist, your hips. Then he gripped your ass, squeezing it firmly while he kissed you like a starving man. He slid you closer, and that's when you felt the press of his long hard length right between your thighs. Your hand traces down gently from his neck slithering down to feel the sizeable growth. He groaned into the kiss seemingly still holding back slightly. You decided to take matters into your own hands and show him just how badly you had wanted this. He was thankfully wearing black sweatpants, so it was easy for you to pull down the waistband slightly. His attention snapped down between the two of you and his breath hitched.

“Y/N shit I-”

“What are you so afraid of?” You teased.

Before you knew it, you were being flipped over, your top half bent over the island pressed against the granite surface. Geto pushed his hips into your backside. You felt his shaft rubbing against your pussy through the thin material of your leggings.

“You have no idea the things I've thought about doing to you. I thought I just needed to get laid, but no matter what I did, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Fuck, I thought I was going to have to quit before I did something stupid.” He whispers into your ear, one hand coming up to possessively grip your neck to hold it up to him.

“I want you Geto please.” The request comes out of you in a mixture of a whisper and a whimper. He chuckles darkly, and it sends shivers down your spine.

“I dreamed of you saying those words to me once. Now I get to fuck you in real life, darling.” His deep, soft voice caresses your skin. He peels back the tight leggings and your thong in one swift motion. You release a breath as you feel the cold air suddenly hit your heated, throbbing cunt. Geto made a sound of approval from behind you, admiring your exposed pussy, which probably glistened from how wet you were. Suddenly, goosebumps spread on the back of your thighs as you felt his hot breath near your pussy.

“I've always wanted to taste you beautiful. Can I?” Geto nearly purred, the gentle rumble of his voice sending flutters to your stomach and a fresh wave of heat to your core.

“Please.” Your reply was breathy. He was making you beg for it and in some way, you felt it was your punishment for making his job harder recently. He had probably also felt like you hated him or you were pushing him away when you had been looking for a reaction like a little brat. You felt a small smile form on your lips.

“I want you to fuck me, Geto.” You decided to play into it a little more. Maybe you liked being a little daring around him. Test his limits. The next time you felt his shaft on your lips, there was no fabric between you. The contact of his warm hard cock rubbing your wet lips and occasionally brushing over your clit made you arch your back. He reached down both of his big hands trailing down your legs to stop at your knees, where he suddenly grabbed and lifted. He hoisted up your bottom half your arms still braced on the counter holding you up. He held you strong, and you felt like he could truly toss you around if he wanted to and your mind wandered to all the possible positions you could try. Geto interrupted your train of thought when you felt his wet tip lining up to your slick entrance. He found it almost instinctively and you left out a moan when he slowly pushed in. Giving you time to adjust, he slowly pulled out and then back in. You had not had anyone this size before, and the slight pinch didn't take long to dissipate into a feeling of fullness and then pleasure. Once your soft moans got louder and your hips arched even more, he took it as a cue to quicken his pace. His rhythm was a strong and quick force that made you clutch to the edge of the countertop in pleasure. He let out soft growls and groans while fucking you, which amped your pleasure even more.

“Fuck baby, your pussy is amazing.” Geto praised his head, swinging back while he fucked you from the back, still gripping your knees and thighs in his large rough hands. He sped up even more, pounding into you with the ferocity of a man that has been holding himself back for years. You meet each thrust of his hips with a needy moan. He pulls out for a slit second and then you're being flipped over again with ease. He places both of your legs onto his strong shoulders and you prop yourself up on your elbows. Geto looks down at you with a flustered expression and pushes back into you. His hands push up your top and you help him in undressing yourself. Once you take off your bra, you notice he has also taken off his shirt. As he slowly fucks you in long, deep strokes, you appreciate his body. His defined muscles seem to ripple and shine with a sheen layer of sweat. His tousled black hair clings to his broad shoulders as he slowly starts to pick up his pace again. With every push in, he hits your G spot and it makes your moans turn into cries of pleasure. He grips your ankles, which rest near his collarbone and spreads your legs wider. Then you feel one of his thumbs press circles into your pulsing clit. The buildup comes quickly, like a rush up a flight of stairs and you come hard. You close your eyes shut and cry out your pleasure, your back arching against the cold surface of the counter. He pounds into you as your orgasm wades out. Geto places both of your legs on the same shoulder and leans in more. His other hand grips your throat, not squeezing, just holding. The intense heat in his gaze tells you that he's close to climax.

“Fuck yes, Geto. Fuck me.” You pant out, feeling a second orgasm already building. As if reading your mind, his circles on your clit speed up to match his thrusts, sending you speeding towards a second orgasm. Just as you'd predicted, Geto was not far away and his loud guttural groan came right as you peaked. You came on his cock again, feeling your walls tighten around him just as he pulled out and you spread your legs wide so he could release his hot seed on your lower stomach. His circles on your clit never stopped as you rode out the second orgasm. He reached over to the far side of the island counter with his long arms and grabbed a roll of paper towel, using it to clean up his mess. You watched him clean you up with half-lidded eyes, his touch gentle and caring. For a man who killed monsters for a living, he sure was sweet when he wanted to be. The thought made you smile, and he caught you giving you a breathtaking smile in return. You couldn't help but pull him close and he met you halfway closing the distance. He picked you up fully in his arms, walking with you in the direction of your bedroom, not even breaking the kiss to look where he was walking. You let out a small giggle knowing he knew exactly where your bedroom was and that it wouldn't be long before round 2 started in your bed.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk smut #geto suguru #suguru geto smut #geto #geto smut #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #18+ mdni

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nonbinaryeggrolls · 8 months

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When Someone Tries to Touch Your Hair

JJK men x gn black!reader

I had this idea for a little while and I absolutely love it. As someone who has to literally fight off ppl with a stick to keep them from basically "petting" me, I thought it would be so cute to write about the JJK men sticking up for you

Warnings: Fluff!, no nsfw but MINORS ARE STILL NOT ALLOWED GO AWAY, angst in Gojo's, specified braids/locs/twists in Toji's, unwanted physical touch, I think that's it!

Starring: Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru

MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINOR BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Nanami Kento

Of course he remains calm, he's always calm. but trust, inside he is BOILING with anger

Kento adores your hair, it sounds weird but he loves watching you on wash day care and tend to your hair with such detail and precision. Apart of it is so he can learn to do it himself one day so you won't have to spend so much time doing it yourself

He's always buying the best products for you no matter how expensive he knows black hair care products can be.

Design Essentials, Creme of Nature, Mielle, jojoba oil, tea tree oil, hair masks, curling cream-- you name it (or even glance at it in the store) he's already bought it for you

So seeing someone disrespect you by even attempting to touch you makes him absolutely livid

Kento: "I don't know I didn't think it was all that great, the plot didn't really make a lot of sense." Kento said as you two walked out the doors of the movie theater.

Y/N: "What?! I thought it was good, you're always hating on superhero movies you're like an old person. Oh! the boba place closes at 9:30 did you still wanna--

"Oh my gosh I just have to ask who does your hair? It's so pretty!" A young woman around your age popped up from behind you guys, her intensity kind of startling you a little bit

Y/N: "Oh, thank you that's so sweet! I actually do it myself" you smiled and she looked at you in astonishment

"Really? Wow it looks like it was done by a professional, I bet it takes you so long!"

Kento's eyebrow raise and body stiffen in an almost defensive way, he was already anticipating what was coming next

Y/N: "Yeah, sometimes it can. It kind of just depends on how tired I am that d--

Your body leaned back as she reached out to grab the top of your head. Kento wrapped his arm around you and pulled you back by your shoulders, shooting daggers at the woman as if she had just committed an unforgivable act

Kento: "Please step back. You don't need to touch them to compliment them." he reprimanded and held a firmer grip on your shoulder. He wasn't going to yell at a woman he didn't know but he sure as hell was going to get his point across

"O-oh Im sorry I didn't mean anything by it. I just think it looks really ni--

Kento: "Then you can think it's nice from a distance, they're not a dog. Have a good night." Kento intwined your hand in his and led you away to the car. You looked up at him and a small grin grew across your face

Kento: "Don't look at me like that."

Y/N: "You're like a guard dog. Like a snappy little golden retriever." you giggled before planting a kiss on his jaw which he returned with one on the top of your head

Kento: "Cmon lets go get boba."

Toji Fushiguro

Rage, Rage, and more RAGE

The anger that fills this mans body when someone tries to touch you is immeasurable, ESPECIALLY if its a man

Sometimes you have to calm Toji down when someone tries but its no use, he's already out of his seat and practically ready to kill

Toji is definitely someone who values his personal space, so he completely understood your frustration when you talked about how crazy it is that some people think its okay to try and touch you without permission

He's only seen it happen a few times, thankfully most people had common sense. But there was always that one asshole that crosses the line

You and Toji were out on a late night supply run getting items for Megumis science fair project. You roamed through the aisles of the arts and craft store filling your basket with acrylic paint, styrofoam blocks, construction paper and glue sticks

Toji: "What kind of fifth grader does a science project on soil erosion? Can't we just do something normal like a volcano or something?"

Y/N: "Are you gonna keep complaining all night or are you gonna actually help find everything on the list?" You turned around mad dogging him, both of you were tired and a little bit cranky and snappy at one another. Most of it was playful but some of it intended

Toji: "You look like a pig when you scrunch your knows like that." He chuckled attempting to pull you in for a kiss

Y/N: "You bitch-- Go get someone to open the spraypaints for us!" You said shoving your hand in his face and pushing his head back. Toji sauntered away to find the nearest employee to assist you guys

You stood alone in the aisle for a few minutes scrolling through instagram to pass the time until Toji came back, until a tap on your shoulder caught your attention. A random man, had approached you attempting to spark a conversation. Your eyes jotted back and forth around the area wondering where tf could Toji be and why was he taking so long to get back

"You got a really pretty smile you know that? Pretty hair too, you do this all by yourself?" He asked and took one of your (protective style)'s in his hands

Toji: "Now you..." Toji came up behind the man and planted a firm grip on his shoulder, "...are way too ugly and way too short to think they'd ever want someone like you to touch them. Don't you think?"

The man trembled in place at the vast size difference between the two

"I--"

He couldn't get a whole sentence in before Toji pulled him back by his hair then slammed him head first into the shelves next to him, making the man scream in pain. The star captured the attention of multiple employees and needless to say it wasn't long until you were being led out of the building by security.

Toji: "Did I do too much again?" He asked from the passenger seat, knowing full well he didn't regret his actions

Y/N: "We just got banned from the store, what do you think Toji?"

Toji: "Are you mad at me?"

Y/N: "Yes I'm mad!"

Toji: "Mm. The blush on your face doesn't look like someone who'd be mad at me." He grinned and you tried to hide the smile that started to form

Y/N: "Shut the fuck up."

Gojo Satoru

Gojo unfortunately was very ignorant to the topic at first

Maybe it was a cultural difference but when you told him people would ask to touch your hair he thought it wasn’t that big of a deal

“If someone admired your hair so much that they want to get close to it shouldn’t that be a compliment to you? It’s like they’re complimenting an artist for their artwork right? I don’t really see the harm in that, I touch Getos hair all the time and he's fine with it.” He said once before

Nonetheless it led to a very heated argument

He didn’t understand all the fuss around it, that was until he saw it actually happen

Seeing how physically uncomfortable you get when someone you don’t know tries to “pet” you put it all in perspective for him

Y/N: “Gojo, hurry we’re gonna miss the train!” You shouted as you ran through the subway station

Gojo: “I’m coming slow down! I don’t wanna drop anything.” He followed closely behind carrying the other bags of groceries you guys got from the farmers market

You both managed to slip through the train doors in time before it departed. You two managed to find two seats by the window, it was a preferred spot that way you both could gaze upon the countryside greenery as you passed on your way back to the city. Gojo leaned against the window and you leaned against his shoulder, the both of you trying to get some rest after a full day of walking.

The train stopped at its next spot to let on a few more passengers and a tap on your shoulder shook you out of your rest.

“Can i touch your hair?” a young woman behind you asked, but she had already reached out her hand before you could even answer. You pulled back before her hand could touch you

“Oh, um no please don’t do that…” you awkwardly said and turned back around. You looked over at Gojo who you know heard everything but was undermining the situation yet again

Gojo: “Calm down she didn’t mean anything by it, go back to sleep.” He dismissed you, not even bothering to open his eyes as he still laid against the window. You let out a low scoff and laid back against your seat instead of Gojos shoulder like you were before

The next few minutes we’re quiet as you dozed back off until you heard a loud camera click and could hear the girl frantically trying to turn the volume down

Y/N: “Did you just take a picture of me?”

“Oh it wasn't a bad one I was just sending your hairstyle to my friend I think it’s cute.”

Y/N: “I don’t care. Don’t take a fucking picture of me if—

“I didn’t even touch you so calm the fuck down…this is why no body likes to compliment you people anyways. You take everything too goddamn seriously.” she muttered the last bit under her breath but still loud enough to pick up. This sentence being the one that finally caught Gojos attention

Gojo: “What was that?” He stood up towering over the young woman

“I-I didn’t say anyth— I’m s-sor—

Gojo: “Shut up. Delete it. Now.” His eyes pierced through her and she scrambled to reopen her camera and delete the photos. She flipped the phone towards his face to show that they were no longer in her folder

Gojo: “Now go to a different seat. And if you touch them against i’ll smash that stupid fucking phone into the fucking concrete.” The young woman ran from her seat to the other side of the train as quickly as possible and Gojo sat back down. He attempted to put his arm around you but you wanted no part in it, for the next 30 minutes you ignored every attempt he made to get a word out of you. Even on the walk home you were cold

Gojo: “Y/N if you don’t tell me what’s wrong I can’t fix it!” he said as you entered your apartment

Y/N: “IVE TOLD YOU WHATS WRONG BEFORE. YOU DONT LISTEN!” you yelled, something he rarely heard you do, “I told you countless times before that people trying to touch me is a reoccurring problem for me and what did you do? You belittled me and made it seem like no big deal. Why did it take someone being blatantly racist towards me for you to actually start caring? Why did I have to prove the problem to you?” He looked back at you with no words just a stunned expression as he struggled to find the right thing to say

Gojo: “I…I don’t know. I’m sorry.” you rolled your eyes at his lackluster reply and turned away to the bedroom

Y/N: “Whatever. I’m going to bed.”

Gojo: “Y/N, wait I—

you slammed the door in his face before he could finish his sentence

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steddiewithachance · 11 months

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Will You Still Need Me?

Summary: Steve Harrington is avoiding telling his professional-musician-boyfriend, Eddie, that he's going deaf because he's worried about what will happen when he does.

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Or Read on AO3

June 13, 1992: A month later

Steve startles awake when he hears something fall on the other side of the apartment. The bed’s empty, he notices. That's disappointing. Steve brushes a hand across Eddie’s side of the bed to feel how cold it is, to check how long Eddie’s been up for, but he pauses when he feels a piece of paper where his boyfriend should be. Did Eddie leave a note? That goof.

Steve snatches it off the pillow and holds it over his face.

Steve,

I was going to recite to you this big long monologue of all the reasons I love you and all the ways you’re important to me, but maybe it’s better if you read them. Don’t want you to miss a single syllable of my devotion to you, Sweetness. So I made a long cheesy trail of notes for you to follow, don’t make fun of me for it.

Yours Always,

Teddy

Steve is still half asleep so it takes him another groggy read-through to understand what he’s looking at.

He sits up and does indeed see a trail of little pink notes, photographs, and rose petals twisting around the bedroom, under the door, and presumably down the hall. And Steve’s heart is pounding because, well he doesn’t want to get his hopes up or anything, but this sappy romantic gesture sounds like a precursor to something bigger. He’s frozen in place, too afraid to move. He eventually scoots off the bed and picks up the first note.

‘I love you for engaging in my interests even though I wouldn’t blame you for not caring.’ It’s paired with an old photo of a DND game with the kids. Eddie’s DMing with Steve on his lap.

The next few: ‘I love you for always trying to make little kids in shopping carts smile when we pass them at the store.’ and ‘I love how you can tell if I wasn’t in the shower long enough to condition my hair to your high standards so you make me get back in and do it right. Sometimes I take quick showers just so you’ll lay into me for it.’

The notes and photos are a lot more random than Steve had anticipated. ‘I love the way you will patiently explain the rules of various sports to me even when it’s been seven years of watching games together and I still don’t get it.’ There’s a photo near that note that was taken by Robin of the time Steve and Eddie swapped clothes at a sleepover. Eddie’s posing in Steve’s letterman jacket and tiny gym shorts and Steve is giggling in the background dressed in leather and denim.

Steve gets to the door and realizes none of the notes have mentioned music or anything related to Eddie’s shows at all. Steve wonders if it was a conscious decision. Wonders if Eddie was being sensitive about Steve’s hearing problem. He swings the door open to see the trail continue all the way down the hall and around the corner. He huffs and keeps reading. There are notes about being a good “mom”, one about Eddie cherishing the nights they cook together. There’s a note about Steve’s smile, what it felt like to decorate their first apartment together, how Eddie loves that both of them have taken to calling Wayne “Pops”, but none about music. When Steve finally rounds the corner he sees Eddie sitting on the couch nervously.

“This was actually a terrible idea because I had to listen to you slowly shuffle down the hallway reading my notes. My anxiety is at an all-time high!” Eddie announces dramatically and Steve laughs.

On the coffee table in front of him, there’s a big bouquet of flowers and a basket full of snacks and skin/hair care products that Steve loves. This is all a fucking lot. Positive attention makes Steve’s skin crawl. Eddie pats the couch and Steve slowly ambles over. He sits down and proceeds to not know what to do with himself.

“Stevie,” Eddie digs into his pocket and sets a little green velvet box on Steve’s thigh.

Oh boy.

“Obviously we can’t do anything legal, but I still want you to know that I wanna be yours forever. A tangible promise of loyalty. Is that okay?”

Steve covers his face. He doesn’t know how people handle being proposed to in public. It’s mortifying enough in private. All he can do is nod. He feels Eddie prop the little box open. Inside is a golden ring, patterned with fancy flourishes. It reminds Steve of ornate picture frames in art galleries. He likes it a lot. Steve holds out his left hand.

Eddie beams, slips the ring on, and looks like he’s relieved it fits.

“Mwahaha. You’re mine now.” Eddie proclaims with the tone he uses to voice villains when he plays DND. Then he grabs Steve’s left hand and pushes the middle and ring finger down while pulling out the thumb, pointer, and pinky. Steve’s pinky finger barely stays up on its own but Eddie gives him a coy smile.

“This means ‘I love you’ in sign language.”

And that’s the first expression Steve learns in ASL.

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steddie fic #soft eddie munson #steddie fic rec #steddie fluff #hard of hearing #deafness #eddie munson is a sweetheart #rock star eddie munson #hurt/comfort

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honeytonedhottie · 8 months

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hyper girliness⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

GIRLY MINDSET ;

IN TOUCH WITH GIRLINESS ;

pampering and self care time every single day is a MUST

dancing or stretching

PAMPERING ;

manis/pedis WEEKLY or every two weeks, u dont have to get them professionally done if u dont want to, but mainly focus on being well kept and well groomed and moisturized.

making sure my hair looks pretty and to my liking

being EXTRA during shower time ; using high quality and sweet smelling products, using body oils and body butters and lotions. taking bubble baths and using fancy bath milks and bubble bath.

GIRLY INCORPORATION ;

you can glamorize even the simplest of tasks by being super girly. here are some examples of incorporating girliness into mundane tasks. girliness is lots of ROMANTICIZATION

studying -> using cute stationary (mine are predominantly pink) decorated notes, cute study playlist (i listen to subliminals) keep an adorable space to study and wear a cute outfit

GIRLY CODE ;

GIRLY ACCESSORIES ;

bracelets

anklets

purses

head bands

mini-skirts

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bsydelver · 2 months

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-MHA (1-A) as nowadays teenagers- social media mostly (stereotypes).

PT. 2- THE GIRLS

—>part 1 (the boys)

Apologies for how rushed this was.

Ochako:

She’s on the aesthetic girls’ girl side of tiktok: with the shopping finds and codes.

She has a spam account on instagram and an account on tiktok where she posts hauls: she may be “poor” but she isn’t on the streets and she loves those hauls whenever she gets to do them.

She follows back anyone who follows her, she doesn’t care who but she just does it.

She always sets up her double click reactions as any form of pink heart.

She’s the hairstylist of the group.

She’s a Roblox girl 100%.

Her profile pictures are always aesthetic pictures or flat colour square pictures she grabbed from pinterest.

Her highlights on instagram are color coded and perfectly organized.

She buys dupes and sometimes they even perform better than the originals: she’s an expert on them.

Although “fast shopping” companies that are cheap attract her, she can never get anything from them due to her morals.

She makes handmade jewellery and accessories: it’s basically her thing.

She LOVES blogging and thinks it’s cute and her blogging page is really famous.

She knows the best lash serums: this is random but I believe it 100%.

She runs her own accessory online store and makes money from it.

She lives on instant noodles and ramen (especially buldak) and honestly can’t blame her.

She loves crocheting and a lot of her clothes are made by her.

Her clothing style is simple but cute!

She’s an average student but still really good.

Kyouka:

That type of person to get mad after gatekeeping a song for so long only for it to get popular on Tiktok in a day.

She loves Ochako’s handmade accessories and asks her for custom requests sometimes.

Denki begs her to use tiktok more so she can check the random stuff he sends but she uses instagram reels 24/7 instead.

Her humor is broken: she laughs at the weirdest things and only Denki gets it to be honest.

She does song covers and is really popular in that community.

She only uses tiktok to post her song covers.

Gets a haircut once her hair touches her shoulders, it’s a known fact around her school.

She’s the one that makes bullying the band club preventable since she’s in it and also she’s cool with everyone.

Head teachers HATE her because she mocks them sometimes.

She talks about “underground” artists and people just stare at her in disbelief because almost every creature on the planet knows that artist.

She isn’t friends with boys (except Denki for the most part) but none of them have a problem with her at all and love talking to her when they get the opportunity.

She doesn’t do makeup but Momo told her to try eye makeup since Jirou wanted to do something and she fell in love.

She can do edits but only does them like once a year.

LOVES the idea of signature scents.

takes political problems very seriously.

Her style suits her perfectly and is her personality’s exact representation.

She’s naturally smart but she “studies” with her friends- they laugh the whole time and joke around so it just makes her your average student.

Tsuyu:

She runs one of those messy anonymous school accounts and just exposes everyone there.

She gets irritated by so many people and she’s a professional gossiper.

She loves simulator video games.

She has an addiction to posting videos of her eyes with the back camera and flash to tiktok with “peaceful” sounds and gets thousands of likes for it.

She wears hand warmers and leg warmers for the style and it looks cute on her.

Her natural hair is curly but she has one of those blow dryer round brushes which she uses every-time she goes out of the shower.

She loves watching movies.

Her sassiness is over the top and everyone knows that and loves that.

She’s the girl you go to for comebacks.

She loves having long nails.

Her phone cases are always plain but she has a collection.

Best lip products collection.

She loves sticking her tongue out in selfies.

She can actually do physical fights but she gets dragged at the end.

She’s mostly bark, no bite.

She LIVES for the drama.

Her wardrobe is full of tight tops and baggy jeans or jorts.

Exactly like Jirou in terms of academics.

Momo:

She does those get ready with me short montages on tiktok and they’re always so organized.

She does “clean girl makeup” all the time and it’s absolutely beautiful on her.

She will always buy expensive gifts for her friends and say it’s not that much.

She always gets matching accessories with Jirou from Ochako.

Her and Ochako do “collaborations” together in their pages and their views skyrocket.

She has screen time setup on her phone in certain apps due to her bad habits.

She seems really quite in class but talks to whoever is sitting next to her- as long as its a girl.

Always brings the best lunch and the girls beg her to share which she does.

She’s the host of most of the hangouts with the girls.

She loves sending snaps of her airplane view and she has skills when it comes to it.

Brings tourism gifts for her friends whenever she goes somewhere.

She hates gossip.

She loves love songs for no reason other than their vibes.

Her clothing style is classy and fur compliments her.

Straight A star student and has scholarships already flooding into her mail.

Mina:

She’s like Denki exactly in terms of social media usage.

The ultimate girls’ girl.

She does grwm(s) on her page and they’re always wild.

She’s the one who spreads the gossip to Tsuyu.

She has really bad tiktok humor and sometimes says she has a 3rd leg and the whole room goes silent.

She loves saying “girl wtf” and doing side eyes.

She has fortnite and has all of the quote-on-quote girly skins.

Plays fortnite 24/7 with Kiri.

She will give you her honest opinion and everyone admires that.

SPAMS streaks.

Smells like caramel.

She sings randomly for no reason and nobody even questions it: they either go silent or go along.

She turns the mood of the room around immediately.

She does dance videos on tiktok and tries to invite the rest of the girls to join.

Doing the “🤨” face is her favorite thing to do in the world.

She loves accidentally saying the same thing as someone else at the same exact time and place.

She has one of those ugly laughs that is even funnier than the joke itself.

Hair care is a staple and her hair always smells like roses (along with her caramel perfume).

Y2K Mcbling style.

Always eats out from restaurants.

She loves saving recipe videos even though she would never step into the kitchen.

Skin is flawless and clear and she has the best skin care products.

When her mouth opens, it doesn’t close for the next hour or so.

The teachers just gave up on her and she always gets kicked out in the middle of class.

She disobeys the dress code everyday.

She’s a friend to all.

Her and Denki send the weirdest stuff to each other.

She can’t hide secrets unless you’re her best friend.

She begs Momo to borrow makeup then forgets to bring it back.

She’s the host of the “study” sessions and her marks are always horrible.

Toru:

She has too many accounts on social media.

She has an art account and writing account that nobody knows about.

She adores booktok.

She loves those sappy romance books.

She can’t decide her hair’s length so she just messes around with it.

She’s basically the group’s makeup artist.

Her hair is never brushed and she just likes it messy.

She joins Mina in all of her dance videos.

She cries over movies ending then rewatches them.

She has millions of celebrity crushes.

Insanely good at nutrition balancing for no reason at all.

She loves Conan Gray.

She says she hates gossip but hears everything Tsuyu has to say without missing a single detail.

Vanilla is her scent and nobody will take that away from her.

Platform shoes.

She has a collection of converse shoes which are days-of-the-week-coordinated.

When she actually feels like making her hair look good, she asks Ochako to do it for her.

Wears mask whenever there’s a slight risk of a flu.

She used to be one of a vsco save the turtles girl.

She always carries purses.

She loves fancy themed phone cases unlike Tsuyu.

Her clothing style is Acubi.

Her academics are average but when there’s an actual risk, she makes an amazing comeback and they are perfect.

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prfm-multiverse · 6 months

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Perfume's fashion project "Perfume Closet," wellness beauty brand F ORGANICS, and professional use and home care brand O by F will release collaborative products on April 4.

#2024 #perfume closet #Perfume Closet Cosme #prfm #perfume #a-chan #kashiyuka #nocchi #F ORGANICS #skincare #fragrance #japan

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banzaitaka · 11 months

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I had this in my drafts for a long time. Started writing it when I was on my period and needed comfort.

Shall I make something more outta this?? Gimme your thoughts

Reader is:

-ftm trans (he/him)

-hyena beastman

-octavinelle student

-introverted

Azul, Jade and Floyd are gonna be your frens in this, eventually. Platonic, fluff, comfort.

___

(Y/N) dreaded his monthly week of red and dysphoria the moment he got the news he was going to NRC, even more than he already did. At first it actually started off as the usual mix of fear and excitement. Excitement because he actually got to go to a boys school, and fear mostly because of his social anxiety. After a bit of looking through the internet though, he couldn't really find information on transgender students attending that specific college.

Didn't mean there weren't any at all, but surely it wasn't enough to actually normalize certain things...Like buying pads, which is where the dread kicked in. It was hard enough for him to enter a store all by himself, but then going up to the counter of the school store and asking for period products? In a boys school?

And like the teen has feared, he was quivering, curled up in a ball in the corner of his dorm room. It must've been either luck or fate that gave him his own room. Although the roommates he could've had might've been that one group he needed as mental support during this horrible time. That group could've called him masculine terms, refilled his hot-water bottle for him, got him those damn pads he was slowly running out off...

That group would've been a blessing, truly. Knowing it could've also went the oppisite way, though, made (Y/N) not sad about sharing his room with his plushies, and his plushies only. It was easier for him to sleep alone in a smaller room anyways.

The bitter aftertaste of being given a separate room because he was trans, without questioning if it was necessary, was ignored as best as possible. It was somewhat disappointing, but there were perks in it too. And leaving it as an act meant well was feeling better at the time being.

Only when the actual pads were replaced with a bunch of toilet paper, (Y/N) counted the money in his wallet. NRC was clearly not transphobic, but the possible humiliation was steadily crawling around in the back of his mind. Honestly, the last thing he wanted was people finding out about him being transgender. Not because he was ashamed of it, he was actually very open about it back in the Shaftlands, his confidence about anything regarding himself was just not existing at that time. Any unwelcomed comment could shape his view on himself to the worst.

If only he had friends in this school full of strangers.

He had gotten know his dormmates, sure, but spoken he only had to three of them. Properly, I mean. They came straight from under the sea, switched out their tails and tentacles with human legs. Of course, they had to get used to walking first. Learn how to walk, to be more specific, seeing as none of them came to the surface before enrolling.

The help they received from the school only provided improvement, but that still didn‘t prevent all tripping or knees giving in.

(Y/N) actually made it his mission to try and catch them as often as he could. And once the headmage saw him executing that task, the hyena became their unofficial guide. No job interview or anything. It wasn‘t all that difficult nor time consuming since there were actually professionals working with the mermen, though. So that was a good thing. The pressure was bearable.

Their names were quickly saved in his brain, there was no way he would allow a mix up. Azul, silver hair, glasses. Jade, sharp eyes, highlight on the left side. Floyd, dog eyes, highlight on the right side. That was his personal Quizlet.

It wasn't difficult to get along with those three. Being quick to sort people into different personality categories really helped. Jade seemed to be alright with most approaches, being watched was the only dislike point (Y/N) noted in bold font. Azul seemed to be against accepting mere favors from others. (Y/N) proposed getting a written compliment for everything he helped him with. Which really seemed to help him for the most part.

And Floyd, now Floyd was the toughest one. Though (Y/N) was able to relate to his mood swings and lack of motivation, that didn't really help him deal with it. He had no idea how to make walking any more fun, didn't know how to bring in a new element to reawake the merman's excitement for his new limbs. So he just lets him be whenever he didn't feel like it. Floyd seemed very interested in running and jumping around, letting him just lay or sit around wasn‘t going to have a bad impact.

And that's pretty much all the involvement they had with each other. Besides the occasional greeting, information exchange and chase around the school ground.

So not even they were on the list of people to ask for aid...

There was nothing and no one else to turn to, he knew that, stuffing his wallet in his bag and reapplying his perfume. Being seen buying period products is one thing, but having a fellow beastman smell it? He never felt so lucky being a beastman, or else he might've been under even more stress, wondering if they knew.

Take a deep breath, (Y/N), you got this.

The dress shoes of the dorm uniform weren‘t comfortable on his feet. If it wasn‘t for the satisfying click clack of their heels (and the dress code), he would‘ve thrown them straight into the trash. Why did they have to wear uniforms at any time besides sleeping? Dorm uniforms were cool, but come on. Isn‘t this the time for relaxing? At least the usual uniform was pretty bendable. Though not all teachers clearly didn‘t appreciate all types of styles, it was allowed to bring your own taste into it.

He remembered seeing a fellow freshman wear a hoodie under his jacket, seemed a little too warm, but certainly looked nice. Oh, or a junior who ditched the jacket completely and paired it with sandals.

(Y/N) was still figuring out how he was going to style his uniform himself. A balance between comfortable and certified by as many teachers as possible seemed like a good bet, if it wasn‘t so difficult to achieve.

One year later, this already looked much different.

(Y/N) curled into himself, breath shaky and quite as another cramp overcame him. His fangs dug deep into his bottom lip, providing no release to the pain, however. A soft knock on the door made the male slowly open his eyes, eyebrows still furrowed in a frustrated groan. His eyes were only met with the wall at his bed, darkened due to the little light illuminating the room.

"Ye.", he squeaked out, hoping it was loud enough to be heard from the other side of the door.

The light from outside the dorm room spilled into the room, shining and revealing a tall shadow. The hyena didn't have to turn around to know it was Jade. He could smell the moray's cologne and the hot chocolate.

"You seem to still be in a lot of pain. Are you sure you don't want something to provide heat?", he stepped into the room, catious not to step on or kick any of the plushies that fell onto the ground due to (Y/N)'s thrashing. He placed the mug on the nightstand, before leaning over the male a bit to search for his face.

(Y/N) shook his head, "You guys did so much for me already. I can handle it from here."

#banzaitaka #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x male reader #x reader #x male reader #octavinelle #jade leech #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech

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bolontiku · 7 months

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I cant... 🤣🤣 baking at a different cafe.

Work things under the cut

I knew people really didn't like me at work. Bahaha I didn't know it was this bad.

My Lil sister has been baking at a Cafe thats been shit to her, my other trainee was there and I got the Lil sis hired to do pan up (prep) work so she wouldn't have a hard time. Fast forward a few months that trainee went to another store (for better pay, a little suggestion to my boss). But this left the Lil sister alone, management promised to get her help.

A year later she is doing triple the work I do by herself with empty promises of help. So I talk to my Cafe GM about getting her transferred over to our Cafe as a retail employee. A step down but she wont be doing a job as stressful alone, it evens out. Everything is in the works and the baker in training decides to quit. They had pushed her transfer date back a month to train the new one. Getting closer to transfer date and the acting GM at her Cafe is coming up with excuses to not transfer her.

He will do it tomorrow. Oh, he's never done one. Doesn't know how to do it. He's busy in meetings. Promise... promise... promise...

My sister has been sick, legit vomiting on account of how stressed she has become.

I talk to my GM again, this time with the proposal of them and us switching for her last week. My GM is as bullhead as I am and literally sat there texting back and forth until the other agreed. He kept coming up with excuses "she's become unreliable" "calls off" "don't want to send you a bad worker-" I tell her that I have to hold my sisters hair back while she pukes out of anxiety. I tell her "imagine your brother coming home everyday vomiting out of stress at a job he hates". My GM is not happy.

We talk cause he is hesitant having me bake at his Cafe "cause he knows I am not the one to mess with, he's afraid cause he knows he's treated her like shit and I won't put up with it" my GM agrees. She has worked that Cafe before and knows how draining and horrible it is. How lazy and u supportive the management is.

She laughing cause he says "he doesn't want you to fuck him over" now. Why would that be the case? If he didn't screw others over he wouldn't project that onto others or expect the same shitty treatment.

I promise to be as professional as I have always been. She knows I am good for it.

Yesterday (saturday) was the first day there. He is literally scrambling to not speak to me. The other manager is asking me about my sister and why she didn't want to be there anymore. Stress from the workload. Everybody knows this. She has been vocal about it and every manager knows that a bake of 2.5k requires two people. Being told her work is crap when she has 1yr of experience and is being compared to veteran bakers of 8+yrs and being lied to about receiving help.

They stutter about not having help themselves. I deadass look at him and let him know that is their failure. You interview people, lie to them about what they will be doing and then in turn treat them like crap when they come in. Nurture and help your employees grow, train them properly, schedule them the hours you promised and be there for them. Both my trainees roughed it out at that store out of loyalty to ME. Because I trained them. How many times did I get calls from them crying because they were stressed?

The manager shook his head and dropped it. Couldn't look me in the eyes. They've fucked up. I managed to get both of them back into my Market and into cafes where they won't be as stressed.

But I get to work. The management ends up scrambling to get me the numbers they need for their catering and add-ons. Once I bake a product I won't go back to re-bake more. The staff that don't know me come over to gossip, how they've tried to help the baker but they don't know what they are doing. If she could just do her job--

I smile, "imagine coming in and having to run the dining area on top of cashiering, oh and there's no help so on top of cashiering you need to run batista and stock, oh and don't forget we need help making sandwiches and salads too."

The woman looks stressed.

"Now after working your ass off you're told what a disappointment you are and you should have done better."

"But I cannot do all of that at once!!!" She stresses.

"But you expect this baby baker to do all of it without help?" I laugh as she stands there flabbergasted and the management team stays quiet. "This store is fucking pathetic, I wouldn't put up with it. MY management team knows how to handle their catering and numbers, not only that they support me and have no problems taking over. If you treat your people good they will return the favor, yes? Fair is fair right?"

She nods and shuts her fucking mouth. Walking away quietly.

One of the boys that already knows me is giggling and I see him, scream his name and we hug. Nobody else speaks to me.

Get my sisters name out your fucking mouth trash.

#chaos journal #tiku at work #a bakers life for me #i will be professional #but still let you know what shit you are

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