#hi i would like to thank everyone who said on my last pic 'i am reblogging this for the puffballs'

[aquanutart]

an upside-down truth / a fallen star

[angelic-sturniolos111]

Fresh Love Modeling 🍊

You never guessed that Chris Sturniolo would reach out for you to model his Fresh Love clothing brand. You had been following him on social media a while and definitely had a crush on him. What you didn’t know is that when Chris had seen your modeling portfolio he started crushing too. The two of you end up alone in his dressing room together after the photoshoot and things heat up.

chris sturniolo x fem! reader

entirely in Chris’s POV

warnings: cursing, flirty and smuttyyyyy

author’s note: writing this completely sleep deprived :) did not proofread lolz

I want to sit on his lap so bad in this pic

My Fresh Love brand is super important to me and I am so grateful that it has grown in popularity thanks to my fans. I want to grow this brand and reach out to creators and artists outside of the fandom in hopes that eventually Fresh Love Clothing can be sold in stores nationwide. A big part of Fresh Love, and any clothing brand, is the marketing which I take very seriously. I always want to have a diverse group of models, but ultimately they also should be attractive and have a cool aesthetic to be the face of the brand. I had sent out a model casting call last month, and my friend Tril and I were going through all the applications. Tril truly saw my vision and we were usually on the same page when it came to models we thought would work well for the brand.

Today was definitely a “work day” in the house— Nick was editing our recent car vlog, Matt was brainstorming video ideas, and Tril and I sat on the couch on our laptops going through hundreds of model portfolios together. We had been scrolling through applications for nearly two hours and I was honestly bored out of my mind. Luckily, we found a handful of models we like, but I still felt like one was missing. There was a certain look, a certain vibe, that I was looking for and I wasn’t sure what it was but I knew I’d know the second I saw them.

“Hey take a look at this one. I recognize this girl… I think she follows us on insta or something?” Tril says passing me his laptop. Damn. This girl was beyond fine. I scrolled through her portfolio pictures, and I really liked her modeling style. She didn’t look mainstream, which I liked, but she had a really unique look. “Do you recognize her?” Tril said interrupting my thoughts.

“No. I’d definitely remember her if I had seen her before.” I said. I went to the top of her application page, her name was Y/N.

“I like her portfolio and I think she’s a good fit for the brand.” Tril says.

“Absolutely. I really like her. I’m going to accept her application right now.” I said sending her an acceptance sheet back with the photo shoot information.

***

I laid in bed staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t sleep. I always have trouble falling asleep because I’ll have a thousand creative ideas that I bounce back and forth in my head, but this time I couldn’t sleep because I was thinking of Y/N. Tril said she followed us, right? I grab my phone and open instagram and typed her name in the search bar, and her profile popped up. She was following Tril and I as well as my brothers, our group account, and our podcast account. Nice, she’s a fan! I went through her posts and God, she was stunning. I wanted to follow her, but I knew if fans saw that they’d get all sorts of crazy ideas and make assumptions so I decided I’d wait to follow her until the Fresh Love shoot would be posted so everyone knew who she was. I looked at some modeling shots she posted, laid back pictures with her friends, and I was unapologetically looking for any signs that she was dating anyone which from her profile she appeared to be single. I saw some of her swimsuit modeling shots she had done recently, and I zoomed in on all parts of her body. Her amazing body. She had these thick thighs that contoured perfectly with her cute ass. My thoughts wandered off, thinking of how badly I wanted those thighs wrapped around my head. I got hard at the thought of it. I continued to mindlessly stalk her instagram before I finally fell asleep… dreaming of her.

*** one month later ***

It was Fresh Love photoshoot day, or as I thought of it, the day I finally get to meet Y/N after crushing on her this past month. I got to the studio before any of the models were scheduled to arrive so I could talk with the photographers and mark out the spaces where I wanted to shoot. I get upstairs and see someone siting in a chair outside the photography studio. When they hear me approaching they look up, and my breath hitches in my throat, it was Y/N. My heart immediately started beating faster, but I knew I had to keep it cool both professionally and so I don’t utterly embarrass myself in front of her.

“Chris! Hey, I’m sorry I know the models aren’t supposed to be here for another hour. Honestly I was hoping to catch a moment alone with you before we shoot.” She says nervously with a big, beautiful smile on her face. She wanted to see me? Alone? I hadn’t realize I went silent for a moment while I was caught up in my thoughts until Y/N interrupted.

“Umm I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just such a huge fan of yours and your brothers, and I wanted to tell you that. Also to tell you I am so grateful and excited to be modeling for Fresh Love. I love your brand and own a few things from it already just from following you for a while now.” She says.

“Oh, no you didn’t scare me! Sorry, I guess I just wasn’t expecting to see anyone this early. I’m happy to hear you’re a fan, and thanks for supporting my brothers and I, it means a lot. I really liked your modeling application and I’ve been looking forward to shooting with you.” I replied. I looked and sounded collected on the outside, but on the inside I was definitely nervous. I’m usually super confident talking to girls, even ones that I like, but Y/N had me acting different. She gave me a sweet smile before we walked into the studio together.

The other models started showing up as I led them to their dressing rooms where their Fresh Love clothing was waiting for them to change into. I stood in front of the backdrop for the first set of pictures and saw as the models rounded the corner all dressed in Fresh Love. Y/N wore the emerald green sweat set, and damn she looked good. The bright color just worked so perfectly with her complexion and brought out the color in her beautiful eyes. Seeing my own brand on her body drove me crazy. Man, this chick has me on a leash.

As time went by the photographers took group shots of all the models together, and some individual shots of each of them. When it came time for Y/N individual shots she was a natural. Her poses were relaxed, but strong and confident at the same time. She really wore the brand well and I was looking forward to seeing the results. She wraps up her individual shots and starts walking over to me.

“So, how did I look?” She says giving me a flirtatious look.

“Really, really great. I was thinking maybe we can get some pictures of just us two together for the Fresh Love instagram.” I said.

“Sounds great!” She says with a smile. She takes a step closer to me and leans in slightly, “Should I go change?” She asks but this time quieter so only I could hear. She makes me so nervous.

“Y-yeah. There’s, um, there’s a pair of joggers and a t-shirt in your dressing room if you want to change into that for me.” I said stuttering.

“Of course, anything for you.” She says confidently flirting with me. I think she can tell she made me nervous, and she was taking advantage of it. That’s so hot.

***

This time I was wearing the black hoodie and jogger set while Y/N wore the gray joggers and blue t-shirt. I sat on the couch we were using for the shoot, and she comes out of her dressing room to join me. She looked really great. I smiled at her and moved over so she could sit on the couch next to me.

“I’m thinking for the first few poses we just sit here kinda relaxed, looking at the camera. Then we do some where you stand behind the couch leaning over it while I sit here in front of you.” I said.

“Yeah sounds good!.” She says, and with that we start posing for the camera. The photographer has us scotch closer together, and I drape my arm behind her on the top of the couch. It was difficult to keep my eyes on the camera because all I wanted to do in the moment was to look at her. She moves off the couch to position herself behind it. “Like this, Chris?” She asks.

I turn around and see her bent over, arms crossed on the back of the couch. Fuck, her ass looks nice bent over like this. “Yeah, looks great.” I smile at her. I turn back around and the camera continues to click. We move around slightly to get different angles. She moves one of her hands to rest on my shoulder. I feel her hand slide up the back of my neck as her fingertips gently play around with my hair. The tension was palpable. I sharply inhale, a chill moving down my spine, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my cool much longer.

“Okay how about we call that a wrap for today. Great job everyone thanks so much for being here.” I blurt out getting off the couch, shaking a few of the photographers hands, before I quickly run into my dressing room without turning back.

***

In the dressing room I can hear the photographers packing up their gear and leave. The other models had gone home for the day, and I wasn’t sure if Y/N had left yet either. I found my answer when I hear a slight knock at the door, “Chris?” She says faintly, “Can I come in?” I’m frozen, I don’t answer before she comes into the room still dressed in her Fresh Love fit. “Are you okay? You seemed kinda frantic towards the end there.” She asks sincerely. I seriously debated telling her I liked her, but I knew that wouldn’t be professional of me.

“Yeah, I just get nervous shooting sometimes.” I lied. Y/N scoffs a little.

“You, nervous? I’ve never been more nervous for a photoshoot before. Having THE Chris Sturniolo sitting inches away for me all day long is something I had only ever dreamed of.” She laughs. “You definitely made me nervous today. God, I’m sorry I sound like such a stupid fangirl right now.” She says looking down.

“I never would have thought you were nervous. You seemed super confident today.” I say.

“Maybe. I tried to be confident so I could impress you.”

“Impress me?” I say a little surprised. She looks up and nods her head. I stand up and approach her meeting her in the middle of the room, “You’ve impressed me plenty, pretty girl.” I’m unsure of where this sudden boldness came from, but I could tell Y/N liked it when her body relaxed, and I could see her whole demeanor change. She looked up at me with seductive eyes.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she runs her hand up my arm before resting it on my chest, “I’m sure I can impress you in other ways too.” Her eyes flash from mine down to my noticeable, growing erection, and then back up to my lips. I can’t keep it in any longer. I lean down and kiss her soft lips, her hand meets the side of my face and my lips part for her to deepen the kiss moving her tongue across mine. We step back and my back hits the wall when her lips move from mine down to my neck bitting and sucking ever so gently.

“Fuck.” I moan softly. I feel her smile into my neck, and she moves a hand down to gingerly palm my boner over my pants.

“I’ve been wanting to touch you like this all day.” She says breathlessly as she pulls away from my neck to look me in the eyes.

“Oh yeah? What else have you wanted to do princess?” I ask suggestively. She smiles, and with that she drops to her knees. She hooks her fingers in the band of my sweatpants before pulling them down to my knees. She places soft kisses on my dick through my underwear, and the slight contact made me groan.

“Eager, aren’t we?” She says as she begins to pull my underwear down. My rock hard dick springs up and hits my stomach and her eyes widen while her mouth parts. She looks up at me and I begin to wrap her hair in my hand holding it back for her while the other gripped the chair next to me as I brace myself. She plants tiny kisses on my thighs on either side of my dick, and the teasing had my cock twitching with every kiss.

“Please, Y/N, please stop teasing.” I sigh. She runs her tongue from the base of my cock on the underside of my dick to the tip where she licks the precum from the slit. She swirls her tongue around my head a few times before pulling away and spitting into her hand. She spreads the wetness on my length as she pumps me a few times before wrapping her lips around my head and pushing her head forward. I let out a moan when I feel my dick hit the back of her throat. She keeps one hand tight at the base of my cock, pumping and twisting it as she bobs her head up and down on it. I’m a whimpering mess. My grip tightens in her hair as I help move her head at a steady pace. Her hand lets go of my shaft as she moves her head all the way forward, taking my full length into her mouth gagging slightly. I look down to see her already looking up at me with tears forming in her eyes. I felt my dick twitch in her mouth as I was close to cumming, but I tugged her hair and pulled her off my length before I could do so.

I move the chair I had been grabbing onto with one hand as my other reached for her chin and guided her to stand.

“Sit.” I demanded. She obliged and sat in the chair as I got to my knees and started pulling the sweatpants off of her. I caress her thighs with my big hands before pulling her thong off and I stare at her dripping wet cunt.

“Did I make you this wet?” I ask, and all she can do is shake her head. “I want you to use your words pretty girl.”

“Yes.” She whines out. “You always make me this wet.”

“Always?” I question. “Do you think about me when you touch yourself?” I ask. She nods her head again.

“Yes.” She says.

“Do you use your fingers when you touch yourself, princess?”

“Yes” she says. My fingertips move agonizingly slow up and down her folds spreading the wetness around.

“And who’s fingers do you imagine are pumping inside of you when you’re touching yourself baby.”

“Yours Chris. Always yours.” She moans out. Without warning I shove two of my fingers deep into her cunt eliciting a sweet moan from her lips. I pump my fingers in and out of her at a fast pace causing her to grip the back of my head roughly, my hair tight in between her fingers. I kitty lick her clit and curl my fingers inside her.

“F-fuck Chris.” She moans out. I continue moving my fingers in and out of her while I lay my tongue flat licking up and down her clit, sucking on it for a few seconds at a time. She pants, trying to catch her breath as she breathes heavier.

“Chris. CHRIS— I’m gonna cum.” With that I immediately pull my fingers out of her and raise my head.

“Not yet, princess. I want you to cum all over my cock for me baby.” I wrap my arms under her thighs and lift her off of the seat carrying her over to the makeup vanity counter across the room. I place her down and she stands facing me.

She reaches for the hem of her shirt to take it off, and I abruptly stop her grabbing her wrist tightly.

“Leave it on princess. I want to watch myself fucking you while you wear my clothes.”

My hands reach her waist and turn her around roughly pushing down on her upper back to bend her over across the counter. I look in the mirror to see her flushed face and eyes blown with lust. I had never been so sex hungry before. I ripped my hoodie off, and began to align my dick at her entrance. I slid the head of my dick in between her folds getting it nice and wet before I pushed in slowly making me groan loudly. Y/N gasps as I enter her, not ready for my size. I bottom out and stand still, letting her adjust to my length. Suddenly, without warning she begins to lean forward and back moving herself on my cock.

“Please move, Chris.” She begged. I smiled at her in the mirror. I started moving in and out of her with slow, hard thrusts. Her walls were warm and tight around my cock. We moaned together as I kept the steady pace.

“Chris?” She says.

“What is it princess?” I look at her in the mirror, half of her now messy hair covering her flushed pink face. She adjusts her arms to grab the front of the countertop. She lifts her chest up slightly, and the FRESH on her shirt is now visible in the mirror.

“Fuck me. Harder.” She pleads, and that was all I needed to hear. I went absolutely feral. I grabbed her hair with one hand making sure to pull her up enough that I could see her Fresh Love shirt in the mirror. My other hand laid flat just above her ass, pushing down so I could balance myself as I relentlessly thrust in and out of her tight pussy.

“Fuck. Fuck, Y/N! You feel so good pretty girl.”

“Chris, I’m gonna cum…” She whines breathlessly.

“Good girl. I want you to cum all over my cock for me.” I say back. We make eye contact in the mirror and I feel her walls clench around me sending a pulsating sensation through my cock, and I knew I was close too. Her face scrunches and she repeatedly moans my name. I feel her cunt tighten and relax around me as she comes all over my cock, and we maintain eye contact as she does.

Seeing her face while she came on my dick was what I needed. My thrusts got harder and sloppier as I felt my dick twitch inside her.

“I’m gonna cum, Y/N! Oh, FUCK.” I moan loudly as I feel myself release my big load into her pussy, my cum coating her walls. I thrust a few more times riding out my high before pulling out seeing our orgasms drip out of her cunt. Y/N turns to face me, and tries to stand but fails as her knees wobble and she grabs the countertop as to not fall down. My hands grab her sides to help balance her.

“You’re amazing, princess.” I say to her. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” I place a gentle kiss on her lips before moving my hands to the bottom of her shirt pulling it up. She raises her arms up as I lift the Fresh Love tee over her head. I crouch down and gently begin wiping her clean with the t-shirt.

“Chris! Not the Fresh Love shirt!” Y/N says surprised and in a concerned tone of voice.

“Baby, it’s my brand. I can do whatever the fuck I want with it.” I smirk, earning a cute giggle from her.

**********

This was my first time writing smut and I think it’s kinda trash but lmk what your thoughts are.

- Kay 🖤

[luvhughes43]

The Boy Trap Prt 3 | Luke Hughes x reader

summary: Hmmm how about the twins going to the lake house and Jack can also tell them apart and is flirting (friendly flirting/joking around) with Hallie and the boys are like 👁️👄👁️ that's your brothers girl when obviously it’s not??

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the boy trap masterlist🌷

you spent most of your summer at the hughes lake house in Michigan, because your twin Hallie, was doing a summer internship in Toronto and was gone most of the time anyways, so you didn’t go straight home after the semester ended.

Therefore, none of the boys at the lake house, aside from the Hughes brothers, knew you were a twin. They just thought you had a sister named Hallie who was coming to stay for a few days at the lake house. 

You and Luke were still asleep, so instead of waiting for you to wake up, Hallie decided to just go and introduce herself to the boys that were sitting on the back porch. Her flight got in late last night, so she didn't get the chance to meet any of the guys yet. however, she has meet the Hughes brothers on multiple occasions.

“Morning!” Hallie said as she slid open the sliding door and made her way onto the porch. It was full of guys, and there were no available spots to sit. “Morning y/n” Trevor responded and Hallie just smiled. She wasn't sure if the boy just thought she was y/n, or if Trevor just genuinely didn't have an idea that she and y/n were twins. 

“Hey, you can come sit on my lap if you want” Jack smirked up at Hallie from where he lounged and the rest of the guys, minus Quinn, looked at Jack in shock. “Jack…” Cole Caufield trailed off with a confused look on his face. “Jack wtf thats y/n?” Trevor basically yelled. "y/n as in your younger brothers girlfriend y/n" Trevor continued, shocked that Jack would hit on his brother's girlfriend.

“Hey guys whats up?” you said as you walked into the unfolding scene. 

“WHAT THE HELL?” Trevor screamed standing up, he pointed an accusatory finger back and forth between you and Hallie, and then to Jack. Hallie, Jack, and y/n all laughed at Trevors gaping mouth that was sure to catch flies.

“I am so confused right now…” Cole whispered as Trevor started ranting about aliens taking over the Hughes house. 

“Trevor, Hallies my twin!” you laughed, effectively cutting off Trevors long winded rant. He looked like a mixture of shock and confusion.

Luke walked out of the house and wrapped his arms around you. he pulled you into his chest, and rested his head atop yours. 

“LUKE DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS?” Trevor was shouting again. “about what?” Luke asked sleepily. “That your girlfriend has a twin? Duh?”

“yeah obviously” Luke replied moveing his head to nuzzle against your shoulder, making you giggle. 

“Oh well thank god because we thought jack was flirting with your girl for a second there” Alex Turcotte piped up from his seat beside Jack. 

“You were flirting with Hallie? There's no way… Luke tell your brother to stay away from my sister” you said turning your body to face Luke. “Jack don't flirt with Hallie” Luke said half heartedly as he turned you back around and placed his head back against your neck. 

"so what are everyone's plans for the day?" Quinn asked trying to get out of this situation. he didn't want to hear Jack flirt with anyone, and he definitely didn't want to hear anymore of Trevors rants.

"no actually lets circle back to Jack flirting with me! I think we could come up with an arrangement or something-"

"NO! ENOUGH!" you yelled at your twin cutting her off, effectively waking Luke up. "we can't look alike and date brothers there's just no way" you groaned while pulling Lukes arms back around your waist.

"I don't know i think it could be kind of fun"

"Jack shut up!" you and Luke both said at the same time.

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hallie: the girls are back😎

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y/nuser: dont ever leave again.

bestiegirl: okay now come back to me!

jackhughes: can the one on the left in the first pic give me her number?

y/nuser: NO STAY AWAY!!! SHOO!

y/nuser

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y/nuser: my summer so far🌊📸🫂

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hallie: wow i dont even get a dedicated post… i see how it is !

hallie: what happened to our mary k and ashley posts💔

y/nuser: IM SORRY IM SORRY IM POSTING IT NOW

lhughes_06: so happy youre here

y/nuser: i love you💗

lhughes_06: i love u more❤️

trevorzegras: simp🤮

jackhughes: k so about your sister…

y/nuser: this is my nightmare.

y/nuser

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y/nuser: twin is back and shes flirting with my bfs brother🧍‍♀️

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hallie: awww thank u for this lovely dedicated post sister!❤️

y/nuser: 😐

bestiegirl: if she dates jack does that mean i get to date quinn?

y/nuser: neither of u are dating them pls stop this madness😭

jackhughes: once again im asking if-

y/nuser: STOP PLEASE STOP THIS!😭😭🙏

[kpopnstarwars]

listen to me rant about predebut unwhitewashed ateez:

firstly, i apologise for this absolute shitpost, and i don't know where any of the photos are from so apologies if they're acc urs or smt.

secondly, i apologise for the fact none of this is in order because this originally started as predebut yungi and then descended into ot8 chaos.

thirdly, i apologise for the huge rambles about whitewashing and fine men.

lastly, i apologise because i have no clue how to change size of pictures in tumblr so some are massive and some are tiny (send help)

just look at this:

OK FIRSTLY LIKE MINGI'S ACNE?? i never thought i'd find acne attractive (like, i don't mind it, but my view on it has always been pretty neutral, it's just a thing that happens sometimes). erm like first of all thank you for debunking that stupid 'glass skin' thing because for the people who actually don't have glass skin it's such an expectation to live up to, and secondly you're fine as fuck. LIKE SHUT UP RN I WANT TO KISS HIM AUBAUVVFASIKYFSAA. and then there's that picture of him in the car which i can't find rn and he's like looking to the side and he highkey looks like keeho from p1h like um mingi u had no right to look that fine predebut like have you seen skz predebut they literally looked like infants?

everyone else under the cut

ok, onto exhibit b, yunho.

LOOK AT HIM. i actually don't know if this is predebut yunho because he looks damn good but the twitter post said so, so idk but like??? he was either 19 or sub 19 here like???? I DO NOT SEE 19 YEAR OLD MEN OUTSIDE ON THE STREET LOOKING AS FINE AS THIS. and if this picture isn't predebut well my arguement is still valid because the other pictures of him which i can't be bothered to add rn still look cute asf.

i love the predebut pictures of seonghwa because he's so unwhitewashed it's beautiful.

im pretty sure this is a picture of him from the third kq fellaz thingy, so that counts as predebut, but OMFG HIS SMILE??? AND HIS SKIN IS SO NICE AND LIKE UNWHITEWASHED?? LET MY BOY'S SKIN BREATHE OMFG-

here's predebut hongjoong:

LIKE????? HE'S SO CUTE I WANNA PUT HIM IN MY POCKET?? i know this post has disintegrated from me saying predebut ateez were fine to me just fawning over them being cute teenagers but like i would a hundred percent have fallen for them if they had been my classmates or anything so um yeah.

so onto yeosang:

like... the sass? the visuals? from day one? I SEE YOU BROTHER. also ignore how the pictures are getting like younger and younger ok finding predebut pictures is hard. oh yeah and did i mention whitewashing in this post like thank god the predebut pics aren't whitewashed.

ok now san:

LIKE EXCUSE ME???? I HAVE MANY WORDS TO SAY?? like umm he was a hundred percent a twig back then but like one look at his unwhitewashed face and i would have d i e d. he'd have been one of those guys i saw across the street and had to do a double take because he's highkey FINE. also it doesn't help that i acc know a guy who kind of looks like a mix of predebut san and predebut seonghwa who i highkey had a crush on last year but um tmi.

so onto wooyoung:

i acc had to look hard for a good picture where i wasn't about to start cracking up over his bowl cut so we're just gonna accept this one. as you can see he already had the 'i am a kpop idol with trendy shoes on' thing going on so his fate was already destined. also more appreciation for no whitewashing like THANK YOU THANK YOU AAAAAH. also another guy i'd probably have a crush on if they were in my class.

last but not least jongho:

i know there were many funnier pictures i could have put on but like um i just really love this photo bc he just looks so... jongho. erm and let me mention one more time that his skin is breathing!! he's not whitewashed!! what a man.

congrats if you made it to the end of this absolute batshit crazy post

[cosmicanamnesis]

everybody loves a coffeeshop au pt. 3

[part 1] [part 2] [part 4] [read on ao3]

October 11th

"I have returned with spoils!" Eddie announced, carefully pulling the door of the tattoo parlor open as he balanced six drinks in his arms, using his chin to keep them from moving around too much. He was immediately rushed by the receptionist, Barb, who held the door open and took the top drink carrier from him to lighten the load. "Thanks, B."

"No problem," she smiled. 

"One of those is yours," Eddie nodded as they set all the drinks on the front desk.

"The one with the teabag in it?"

"Oh, I would imagine," Eddie grabbed the large latte and moved it over to the other drink carrier to run everyone else their drinks.

"Ed-man! Thanks bro, sorry to make you do the caffeine run again," Argyle, his boss, yelled as Eddie made his rounds.

"Hey, it's no problem. I gotta do something while I'm here," Eddie dispersed the drinks to everyone, giving Argyle his weird fancy latte thing first.

He'd been officially working with the Three of Cups crew for all of nine and a half hours and he'd already done the coffee run twice. He was newer than their other apprentice, whom he had apparently relieved of this particular duty.

Yesterday it was whatever, he expected to be doing menial work before he actually got to learn or practice anything. Today was… different.

"Hey, Barb, question," Eddie said, sliding back up to the front desk and pulling his hot chocolate out of the carrier. 

"Hm?" Barb hummed, sipping her drink.

"The baristas at the Waystation. You know any of them?"

"Not personally. Why?" Eddie leaned against the desk and sipped his hot chocolate. It tasted better yesterday. "Eddie, you're blushing."

"Hm? Am I?" Eddie felt his cheeks with the back of his hand. Sure enough, his face was very warm. Barb laughed.

"Is there a cute barista over there or something?" she giggled.

"Yeah… Or something." This time Eddie could feel his face flush. 

"What's her name?"

"His name, um… Oh my god, I don't know. I didn't catch it." 

"Well," Barb said, laughing hard. "I'm sure they'll send you back out tomorrow."

Eddie looked forward to the caffeine run every single day after that.

October 15th

"His name is Steve," Eddie said as Barb held the door open for him.

"Steve, huh? That's a pretty boring name for the alleged single prettiest man you've ever seen," Barb said, putting air quotes around the last part.

"God, he's so hot, B." They had started developing a regular dance with the coffee order, Eddie going around delivering drinks to their owners and coming back up to the desk to gossip with Barb for a minute. This time, she was on the phone when he got back up to the front.

"Yep, you are all confirmed. Ah huh. Yup, no problem. Mhm, bye." She hung up the phone and turned to Eddie, pushing her glasses up. "Okay, I'll bite. Describe him."

"I'll do you one better," Eddie smiled, digging his phone out of his pocket. He fiddled with it for a minute and passed it to her.

"Eddie,” she scolded, taking his phone. “You snuck a pic- oh my god."

"Right?"

"No. Oh my god. Eddie, do you know his last name?"

"Are you kidding? I barely know his first name."

"Fair. But I'm pretty sure this is Nancy's high school ex."

"You're fucking joking. No way."

"I promise you I would not lie about this. Hang on. Send me this picture, I'll ask her."

Eddie hadn't met Nancy yet, but he'd heard about her. She was Argyle's boyfriend's other partner, and she and Argyle were "the very best of bros" according to him. Barb was Nancy's… Something. Eddie wasn't sure, given the situation, if they were romantically involved or just long-time best friends, and he didn't feel like he was in a position to ask. Either way, it was this game of relationship telephone that had Barb working as the receptionist at Argyle's tattoo parlor.

He did as she asked and sent her the picture of Steve. It was a nice picture, Eddie had to admit. He wasn't a photographer by any means, but it was a clear side profile of Steve prepping espresso shots. It was probably the nicest picture he'd ever taken of anyone.

Barb, still staring at her phone, started tapping the desk to get his attention.

"I knew it! She says yes, that's Steve and yes, he's bisexual so go ahead and shoot your shot."

Eddie almost choked on his hot chocolate.

"Woah, B, I think you might both be jumping the gun there," he said, clearing his throat. Barb set her phone down and looked at him incredulously.

"Please, Eddie, you practically had hearts in your eyes when you came in." 

"I- I did not," Eddie stuttered, face growing warmer with every passing second. Barb was just staring at him, one eyebrow cocked.

"Okay, Eddie, sure."

November 18th

"I literally have no idea what's happening." Eddie had done the coffee run basically every day for a month and every signal he got from Steve was contradictory to the last. 

"Do tell," Barb asked. Nancy was standing behind the desk with her today, just visiting. Eddie had met both her and Jonathan a few times by this point, and god he was glad she was there today.

"I don't get it. He is always the one taking our order. And I keep thinking I catch him looking at me, but he never says anything! And I think he might be dating one of his coworkers? They're like, weirdly friendly with each other. But then he smiles at me like… I dunno. And sometimes he'll grab the door for me if they aren't busy… Nance. Level with me. What the fuck is he doing?"

"Well," Nancy laughed. "I'm pretty sure he isn't dating anybody right now, but I haven't actually talked to him myself in years so I could be wrong. If he's flirting with you, he's being very subtle… Maybe he's worried that you're straight! It's not like you go around waving a pride flag or anything."

Eddie thought for a minute, holding his cup to his lips but not actually drinking from it.

"I mean, okay, that's fair. What do I do? Barb, how can I make myself look more gay?"

Barb stared at him for a long moment, flicking her gaze over all of him that she could see from her side of the reception desk.

"Hang on," she said, getting up and sliding past Nancy, heading back to the break room. Eddie and Nancy shared a moment of confusion while Barb was gone. She came back a minute later and walked right up to Eddie, pinning something to his vest.

"Oh, yeah, that might do it," Nancy nodded.

"What? What did you just put on me?" Eddie pulled at his vest, looking for the new pin.

"Pronoun pin," Barb said, tapping on it. Sure enough, there was a small red button with He/Him in white lettering sitting amongst the rest of his collection.

"Why did you have this?" Eddie laughed.

"I volunteer at the Pride center at the college. I've got every pronoun you've ever heard of and probably some you haven't on a pin in my backpack."

"Huh. Alright."

"It might take a while for him to notice," Nancy warned. "If he really has been checking you out, maybe sooner rather than later, but be patient with him. He had a couple concussions in high school."

"A couple?"

"Yeah. Sports, and he got into a lot of fights."

"Lost a lot of fights," Barb corrected.

"I mean. I think he won… one or two, maybe, but yeah."

It took almost no time at all, in fact, for Steve to notice the pin. A few days later, the next time Eddie's coffee run overlapped with Steve's shift, he caught Steve's eyes flick down to the pins on his chest while he dropped his change in the tip jar. Eddie tried to flash him his sweetest smile, but he wasn't exactly a naturally charming guy. Nevertheless, even though Steve kept up his streak of not saying anything, he could barely keep his eyes off Eddie to the point that he nearly burned himself cleaning the steam wand. Eddie politely pretended he didn't just watch the whole thing happen. 

December 3rd

"He talked to me," Eddie said, almost shaking with excitement but determined not to drop anything.

"Oh yeah?" Barb smiled as they went through the routine.

"Yeah! Is it supposed to snow today?"

"What?"

"I- Okay, I promise it's related, hang on." Eddie had never handed everyone their drinks so fast. "I don't know what version of Steve Harrington you guys knew in school, but this Steve is kind of a dork."

"You say with all the love in your heart, I'm sure," Barb smiled, leaning back in her chair as Eddie came around to stand behind the desk with her. "I just checked. Yes, it's supposed to snow, but not till tonight."

"Steve says sooner."

"What, does he dabble in meteorology or something now?" Barb chuckled.

"Nah, he just asked if it was snowing yet because I guess all the early bird old people with trick knees have been bitching all morning."

"He talked to you… About the weather?"

"Yeah, see? Dork! But it was like, a whole conversation, and he started it!"

“Alright, a win is a win I suppose,” Barb shrugged as the phone began to ring. Eddie took that as his cue to actually go do his job.

About half an hour later, Barb spun around in her chair and yelled at him to get his attention.

"What?" Eddie looked up at her. She smiled, pointing out the front window as fat snowflakes started lazily drifting down.

"Snowing," she added, in case he didn't get the message.

"Well, I'll be damned…"

After that, making small talk with Steve seemed easier. It was never anything serious, always "how's your day" and such, but they were talking. To Eddie, talking to Steve felt as natural as breathing. It never felt awkward or embarrassing. Something about him just drew Eddie in. Steve has that effect on people, Nancy assured him.

December 15th

"Dude, I swear on my mother, if you don't ask him out, I will do it for you."

Eddie was lying on Gareth's bedroom floor telling him for the hundredth time about his crush on his regular barista. Gareth was sitting on his bed, trying in vain to do homework.

"It's not that simp-"

"Oh, shut the fuck up with the it's not that simple crap! It really is that simple! Give him your number, say you wanna hang out!"

"Oh, and what, bring him back to my house so Wayne can scare him off?"

"I don't know, go see a movie or something! Jesus, Ed, it's like you've never dated anyone before."

"I've never been the one doing the asking, no!"

"Oh my god you're gonna give me an aneurysm."

December 30th, Morning

Okay. This was it. Today was the day. He had a plan. He was gonna give Steve his number and invite him to the party. Easy peasy. Nothing was going to stop him.

Except Steve not being there.

Well, shit.

"How'd it go?" Barb asked, already at the door.

"It didn't," Eddie grumbled.

"What do you mean?"

"He wasn't there."

"What? Why? He's normally there on-"

"Yeah, B, I know. He wasn't there."

"I wonder if he's sick?"

"He seemed fine yesterday… Oh, great, thanks Barb, now I'm worried something happened to him."

"Sorry," Barb gave him a sympathetic smile and sipped her drink.

Eddie did his best to combat any anxious thoughts that came up during his shift and go about his day as normal.

"Eddie!" Barb yelled, almost a moment too late as Steve walked past the shop about halfway through Eddie's shift. 

When Eddie looked up, Steve was backtracking, looking in the window directly at him. He flashed Eddie a smile that made his heart skip and waved before going, presumably, to the Waystation.

"Argyle, can I-"

"Hit him with your best shot, lover boy," Argyle said, holding a thumbs up to him from across the room, not looking away from the client in his chair. Eddie bolted immediately, grabbing his coat out of the back and rushing out the door.

He stopped just out of view of the coffee shop to steady his breathing. This was it. It had to be. 

Alright, Munson, go time.

And oh god he actually flirted a little bit on purpose. Success.

Except, no. He was halfway back to the Three of Cups when he realized he forgot what he originally went in for. Shit. 

When he finally got back to the tattoo parlor, he pressed his back to the front door, counting his breaths. Barb raised her eyebrows at him. He couldn't help it, he broke out into a grin that made his cheeks hurt and nodded at her, their silent conversation probably confusing the hell out of the clients waiting in the lobby.

He checked his phone once he'd shed his coat in the break room and found a text from an unknown number. He texted back right away and saved the contact.

my coffee guy<3

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appreciating all the love, guys <3 i am accepting title suggestions somebody please help (this will go up on ao3 once i have a name for it lmao sorry)

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[jmdbjk]

I am going to be honest here.

There has been a lot of ... conflict ... on the blogs these last few days.

Like most, when I saw the notif for the live, I turned it on and saw Tae.. at JK's... and dread filled me. Then Hobi was visible and that dread dissipated instantly. I watched the chaos and then it was over in a blink. But the dread came back because I know what happens: the scum crawls out of their corners to start their idiocy. That's the foundation of this dread that creeps in. I'm mostly a positive person but I react with my whole self when I detect the stench of that sort of rot.

I am calling myself out for allowing a toxic segment of the fandom to influence how I feel toward interactions between certain members. It is not the behavior of the members of BTS that is influencing this negativity in me, it is the actions of people who aggressively bully others in order to diminish the bonds between members that does it ... I am aware that it is a weakness of mine. I am far from perfect and I need to work harder at combating that.

In like two minutes, JK came back and adorably (ADORABLY I SAY) folded his underwear and toe socks in front of us for another 12 minutes and then was gone. He had to pack for a trip, get a little rest and be up and running to the airport.

Still, after sleeping on it, I woke up irritated... ticked off... at Tae.

Not for the reasons that I see everyone blowing up over... I was ticked off because of Tae's irresponsibility... because was Hobi really ready to show us his haircut? Hobi, who knows what it all means to us? Hobi who had to say "this is what we all have to do." Hobi who had to come on IG and give us some pics of it after the fact?

I consoled myself with the thought that maybe he was ok with it and told Tae to go ahead ... maybe he thought this would be a good way to break it to us... who knows.

And I calmed down and am fine with it all after I saw the translations. Hobi is a grown man. He can handle it.

I was also concerned that, what if there were things laying around that were visible that maybe Jungkook didn't want us to see? LIKE HIS UNDERWEAR HAHAHAHA! Seriously though, I don't know what, just stuff that would cause him to have to explain... YOU KNOW HOW WE ARE! WE PICK APART EVERYTHING!

Right away there he was the doing the laundry... HIS UNDERWEAR HAHAHAHA! In his 12-minute follow-up live, he eventually said "why am I showing you this side of me? Maybe this isn't something you need to see..."

Anyway.

I am glad Tae and Hobi spent some time with Jungkook. It is still so refreshing to see them being candid and spontaneous and I love knowing they see each other. WE NEVER KNOW ANYTHING UNLESS THEY SHOW US/TELL US!

Tae looking up at Hobi so lovingly and hugging him gave me a sharp pang in my chest. Tae literally going "oops, gotta go, car is here" and poof, turns off the live, is such a normal slice-of-life moment.

JK just going about his business in his own space while his hyungs were there was also just a rare precious moment we NEVER get to see and I am thankful for it!

As for the things I've seen people saying...

If you want to bash me for not taking up sides, go ahead.

If you want to criticize me for not agreeing with your point of view, go ahead.

If you think I am being blind to a situation that YOU believe is happening, go ahead. I don't care.

Hating on one member is not going to diminish the hate another member receives because the hate is embedded in those bad actors BECAUSE THEY ARE LUNATICS WHO BELIEVE IN A FALLACY and adding more hate does not cancel it out. Think about that.

Army fandom is very segmented right now. It is understandable. We all have our faves and we individually move to the beat of that drum.

But do not frame EVERYTHING that happens between specific members to be about the relationship of said members. That is tunnel vision and not realistic whatsoever.

Jimin and Jungkook are the two that I pay closest attention to so I cannot speak on what makes Tae do the things he does. What we see is just a fraction of what goes on. What we see (or do not see) on social media does not prove anything.

I love BTS as a group and I love each individual member. They each have their own personalities and they all love and support each other.

Bottomline: I am on Team Bangtan, what team are you on?

We don't know everything.

[elvisabutler]

like fallin' into a river

summary: time apart can do a lot of things, including help your now husband learn his way around a woman. you'd be more angry if you didn't reap the benefits. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) | elvis presley rating: m pairing: austin!elvis ( 60's variation ) x female reader word count: 1078 ( i know, shocked me too. ) warnings: talk of previous break ups. p in v sex ( unprotected, wrap it before you tap it ). oral ( female receiving ). 60s elvis. squirting. minor bit of praise kink. author's note: so this is the double dip for day eighteen: squirting with austin!elvis. this was going to maybe be 50s elvis ( because @blurredcolour exists to encourage me to write starry-eyed 50s elvis always ) but then ruby bell was like i'm going to post this pic and ruin ally's life. so!!!! 60s elvis, my favorite little ken doll won out. this is the last piece i had left out of everyone, the main and the double dips and i wrote this so fast i'm a little startled with it. seriously i said it in the professor presley piece but i love how everyone received all of my fics for kinktober and truly i am so thankful so many of you liked them especially after it's taken me this long to fully finish. this was a really good writing exercise for me and put me out of my comfort zone a few times but i loved it so much. as always my ask box is open for requests and we all know i've got like 15 different things in my drafts at any given time so yes. thank you guys and i hope you enjoy! also you know the drill, pick your elvis, the prompt called for austin elvis but you can envision either one. also good lord i'm sorry for the amount of fics i may unleash in the next few days. something has come over me and i may actually make a solid dent in my wips.

There is a part of you that should be offended should be angry at Elvis sleeping around with other people. Yes, you two weren't dating and you were both free people at the time, but there might have been a small part of you- the romantic part of you- that thought that despite the fact that you had called off your engagement all those years ago before he left for the war and then immediately went to start on his assembly line of pictures- that he'd wait. You can't fault him for it though, because you were studying to further your life and in your mother's eyes catch a more suitable husband than Elvis Presley- Elvis the Pelvis- who she figured would have no career when he came back to the states. You've never been so thankful she was wrong though, and while it was a surprise to see Elvis show up on campus you couldn't help but feel flattered by the attention and the fact that he cared enough and you supposed missed you enough to come find you despite you never getting back in contact with him.

There is another part of you, the part of you that's currently spread out on your shared bed with your now husband between your legs licking at your clit with no signs of stopping despite how your fingers have his black locks of hair clenched in between them as you pull ever so softly at them. That part of you? Oh that part of you is so thankful he's slept with other people because you know that've taught him the skills he didn't have before. Skills that have you trying to ride his face while his hands hold down your thighs and hips, preventing much real movement from happening.

"Elvis." His name leaves you lips in a whisper, almost as if that's the loudest you can speak. "Baby- Don't- Want more."

He pulls away his face at don't and want more assuming you meant the words to be put together. You've told him to stop before and not meant it so it never hurts for him to double check where you're at so to speak. "You alright?" He murmurs, looking up at you in between placing a kiss to your inner thigh.

You blink at him once, twice, three times before focusing on his face and answering appearing just a little bashful. "Yeah. Just- Want more than your tongue."

The way his lips curl into a smirk is positively sinful and serves to remind you that once again, the boy you had left behind who you had told to break things off with you had been left behind and was replaced by this rather confident man. He moves off the bed and proceeds to crawl on top of you, his hand moving to pull back his foreskin before entering you, bottoming out as slowly as he could. Your breath leaves your body at the sensation as you allow yourself a kiss to his lips, tasting yourself faintly as you do. His thrusts start to increase as he places kisses down the column of your throat, your head lolling backward to allow him better access. You hear words coming out of his mouth, murmurs about how much he loves you, how much he loves how responsive you are and how he's such a lucky goddamn man to have you. It has your body heating up more than it already was, the praise rushing to your head, filling you with a burning fire that you're hoping he can continue to quench. His hand slides in between the two of you, cupping your pubic mound just for a moment before slipping his fingers next you your clit. You don't need the stimulation, necessarily, usually the brush of his cock against you when he thrusts can do the job but he seems to want to spoil you today. It seems like he wants to wrench every bit of pleasure from you today.

He lets your hips meet his thrusts, somehow keeping his fingers playing ever so teasingly with your clit in a way that has you just dangling on the edge of cumming as you chase that high. Your eyes had fallen shut at one point, too overwhelmed with the sensation of seeing him look at you with love and lust all rolled into one. He grunts something that sounds like "goddamn" and that's what causes you to open your eyes to see his brow furrowed in concentration as he does a particularly rough thrust that has you barreling over the edge. The coil in your abdomen just breaks so suddenly you barely have a chance to warn him your brain only allowing you to say his name over and over like a prayer.

"It's like a goddamn river down here you're so wet. Cumming so damn much." He's muttering to himself but you realize he's not wrong as he's sliding with so much ease and you feel a bit of a wet spot forming underneath you. Oh. He had done it again, wrenched that sort of orgasm out of you that he called squirting. You'd be embarrassed but the way it has him losing his mind, has him thrusting quicker just to find his own release demolishes any ability for you to be embarrassed, especially after he cums, his head falling to your shoulder and biting it lightly with a groan. He stays on top of you for a moment, both of you too fucked out to really care about needing to clean up and realizing neither one of your legs is going to immediately work. When you both have caught your breath and your bearings, Elvis nuzzles at your nose, a small smile gracing his lips. He looks, if you had to guess, pretty pleased with himself. "Ya squirted again. Keep doin' that and 'm gonna get an ego 'bout it."

Your lips purse as you shake your head. "As if you don't already have an ego." You pause. "Keep doing what you've been doing and I'll try and have it happen every time."

He looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "That a challenge, darlin'?"

The only answer you give him is a shrug before you find yourself being rolled on top of him with a trail of kisses being peppered from your neck to your chest.

And it was a challenge, not that you would ever tell him that.

[lilsocksiswriting]

A Taste of Your Own Medicine

Fandom: Haikyuu

Paring: Iwaizumi X Fem!Reader 

Summary: This time around Iwaizumi is the brat 

Warnings: Minors DNI, No Beta 

Tags:  College AU, teasing, sexting, dick pics grinding, pussyjob, slight dacryphilia, brat Iwa, squirting

Word Count: 4k

Shout out to  the lovely person in the Anilysum server who got me going with this idea.

No promises but maybe i’ll write a prequel about  what happened the night

Taking your seat in the back room of the lecturer hall you open your laptop to see that your boyfriend had sent you a massage. Normally if it wasn’t something important or urgent Iwaizumi would wait until after class. 

Iwa: I’m in a teasy mood today.

Y/N: What does that even mean?

Iwa: Wanna see?

Y/N: I’m about to start the class right now.

Iwa: The one you never pay attention in to begin with?

 Y/N: Yep, that one. The one that you tell me I should pay attention to.

 Iwaizumi sends you an image anyway and thank God that the wall of the classroom is behind you and not another row of students who could catch a glimpse at what you are seeing.

Iwaizumi was in his bedroom sitting on the floor. You can see his made bed in the background. Even on his days off, when he didn’t have class or his internship, he always went for a morning run. This morning was no exception to that ritual because he was still in his sneakers and running shorts. 

Any sort of retort about how you bet Iwaizumi’s glad you talked him into buying a nice full-length mirror dies faster than you can type it because in the reflection of said mirror Iwaizumi's thighs are spread apart and on full display straining against those tiny shorts. It was like he was wanting you to skip class and come over. Crawl between those strong legs and kiss down that toned stomach.

But you can’t just skip. Half the class probably would not even be here if the professor wasn’t so strict about attendance. And by the mischievous little smile in his picture Iwaizumi knows that too. 

 Y/N: Babe you can’t be sending me thirst traps when I’m in my lecture. 

Iwa: But I am.

 Y/N: I am in a lecture 

 Iwa: So? I’m bored.

Now, why did that sound so familiar?

 Iwa: I think I’m getting why you like doing this so much.

 Iwaizumi sends you another image before you can respond. It’s another mirror selfie this time but Iwaizumi is on his knees, chest puffed probably out, and a thumb hooked into the waistline of his shorts. Pulling them down just enough to reveal the sharp v of his hips and the thicker part of his happy trail.

 This has to be some sort of punishment because this was not normal behavior from your boyfriend. He wasn’t acting like himself. He’s acting like me. Normally you would be the one to be texting Iwaizumi sinful images and texts to distract him from class and he would be the one telling you to pay attention in your lecture. 

 Y/N: Is this about the other night? I thought I already got punished for teasing you in front of everyone.

 Iwa: Oh, you did. But I don’t our normal punishment is sticking anymore. It’s almost like when I drag you off to the nearest privet place to fuck you dumb you like it.

 Y/N: Well yea I do, that’s kinda why I’m such a brat in the first place.

 Iwa: Don’t forget a masochist too. I know how much you love it when you wake up sore and you’ve got bruises in the mark of my fingerprints.

 This was very true, no matter how much you complained about being sore it was really just guilt tripping Iwaizumi into letting you sleep in a little longer or bringing you coffee when he got back from his run.

Iwa: You just seemed to enjoy last night a little too much. You were practically giggling when I pulled you into the lounge. I remember how you wiggled your ass when I was yanking down your pants and bent you over the pool table

 Y/N: But I said I was sorry!

 Iwa: I know. I just think it wasn’t a sincere apology. I think that you cared more about my fat cock drilling into you than you did my actual feelings. Your pussy was drooling for me, and I bet you were too infatuated with the idea of milking me dry that you didn’t even notice. You seem to think of me more of some kind of fuck machine than your loving boyfriend. But I can’t say that I didn’t love every minute of it. I’m getting so hard just thinking about last night.

 The next image Iwaizumi sends is a downward shot showing you, his crotch. He’s gripping what is clearly his erection straining against the fabric of his shorts. Just that alone makes the core pulse with a need that no amount of squeezing your thighs together can relieve.

Y/N: Iwa, you’re making me horny in class. IN CLASS. Where I am supposed to be taking notes and not fantasying about you in those running shorts.

 Iwa: You don’t pay attention anyway. Usually, you would be the one messaging me while you’re in your lecture. Telling me how much you wanna suck me off right now. If I scroll up enough, I can find that whole little story you sent me a few weeks day. What did you call it? An AU? TA!Iwa X student!YN. Yea that was it. Hold on.

 Y/N: Wait are you really going to look for it?

 Iwaizumi doesn’t respond for a bit. Leaving you sitting in class trying to decipher where the professor was at in their lecturer. And just when start to follow along with what the professor was saying Iwaizumi messages you back.

 Iwa: I found it. Honestly, it’s kind of enduring that in a different life you still think of us being together. I don’t think I’d be as shy and winey as you made me out to be. 

 I read like such a clueless virgin. You have to outright tell while you are down on your knees that you want to give me a blow job. You just think that I’m so stressed and pent up that I’ll be no help as a tutor like that. 

I don’t even last that long when you know full well, that I can go for hours. You had been needily bucking my hips into your mouth. Moaning and gasping about how you feel so good. How I can’t stop myself from cumming down your throat. Then all I can do is stare jaw slack in amazement as you swallow every last drop.

Y/N: Iwa you don’t need to give me a full recap of the damn thing. I wrote it.

 Iwa: You just make me sound so desperate and downplay how much of a little miscreant you are. Like, I can imagine you trying to pull something like that again and I would be able to see right through you. I would know the moment that you meet me in one of these secluded study rooms for another tutoring session you don't really care about that big test. You just wanted your TA to fuck you.

 Y/N: Is this how you felt when I was teasing you about this stuff in class?

 Iwa: What are you already red? I haven’t even started.

 Anyways, in my AU, I would call you out on it and I’d be pretty annoyed that you’re wasting my time. After all, I reserve this space to study, not to fool around. I lay you into it, but you do look pretty cute when you're getting in trouble. Make you look pretty cute. You know what face I’m talking about right? The one where you look so guilty, and you can’t look me in the eye.

 I would make you study. After all, that’s what I reserved the room for. I would make sure that you understand the course’s material even while I am thrusting into you at a shallow pace from behind.

You cry about it. Tell me that I’m being unfair or that you can’t focus. I’d just shush you, but I also wouldn’t be able to tease you about it. Asking if you can hear how wet you are. How sloppy your cunt’s being.

 I would rearward if you really tried to study. Flip you around and layout in the table. Pull your top down so I can see the way those perfect tits bounce as a fuck you. Play with your clit until I have you cumming and crying my name.

 Those rooms are pretty soundproof, right? Can’t say that I wouldn’t be quiet either. Your pussy’s just so dam perfect. So tight and wet for. Making the lewdest sounds. 

 Fuck my cock’s throbbing baby.

 Iwaizumi sends another image as if he needed to provide proof. This was another mirror selfie but taken in the bathroom from his chest down. The bathroom’s counter cuts off everything below his thighs. You have a very clear and high-quality view of the red and heavy-looking erection he’s holding with his other hand. The longer you stare at it, admiring every detail, you notice how the rest of the image seems just a tad blurrier than the rest. 

 Y/N: Did you take a portrait photo of your dick

 Iwa: Wanted to make sure you could see how hard I am.

 Y/N: How did you do that??

 Iwaizumi doesn’t answer. This meant that he was either A) in the shower, or B) filming a video to send to you. There was also the C option where he’s doing both. Your mind goes wild with the thought of Iwaizumi jerking off in the showers, using your body soap while grunting about it reminds him of you. Was it getting hot in here? Not likely the lecturer hall felt like a huge freaking meat freezer every morning when you walked in. 

 Iwa: You’re about to be on break, right?

 You look at the clock in the top corner of your screen. Had had of the lecturer already passed by?

 Y/N: Yep, like clockwork

 Iwa: Great, I’m bringing you coffee

 This text was followed by a more wholesome and PG image of his hand holding a large coffee in a to-go cup.

 Y/N: Suspicious but I’ll take it. I’ll meet you downstairs.

 Iwa: I’ll be waiting

Your professor was a little more kind when it came to the break in class giving you 20 instead of 15. You still rush out of the lecture hall and down to the building’s lobby where you immediately zone in on your boyfriend who’s just standing there looking oh so innocent.

 “Hi and thank you,” You push yourself up on your tippy toes to give him a quick kiss then take your coffee. “But stop with the innocent act.”

 “Who says I’m acting innocent? I didn’t just come here to give you coffee. I was kinda hoping we could have some fun in that one bathroom.”

 You know exactly what bathroom he was talking about. An old one that was never in service but still always kept clean. It was the one he dragged you into a few weeks ago and made you choke on his cock because you just couldn’t wait until you two got back to your apartment.

 ​​“That’s a great idea,” you say taking his hand and leading him to the deserted hallway where the bathroom is.

 As soon as the door is locked, and your coffee is placed safely out of the way Iwaizumi is on you. His hands on your hips guide you back against the wall. Lips and teeth on your own. With your back to the wall, his hands move their attention to your pants, getting them undone and pushing them down just past your hips. Why not push them all the way down to your ankles? You really can’t seem to care about it. Not when Iwaizumi’s undoing his own pants and pulling his cock out.

 Iwaizumi gets himself hard in only a few strokes. Then he pushed his erection between your slits. Quite easily too because as much as it embarrasses you to admit you’re still wet from all the texts he sent during the first half of class.

 Iwaizumi doesn’t tease you for it. Instead, he asks you, “Grind on it for me baby?”

 You start to rock your hips unable to say no to that voice. The initial movement causes Iwaizumi to take in a sharp intake of air. He can’t keep his hands off you as they move back to your hips to guide you.

 “Fuuuuuuck,” The curse under a long breath as you feel his dick drag along your clit, constantly stimulating it. 

Despite how good giving your boyfriend a pussy job is, frustration wells up inside you. The head of his cock probes at your hole every time you roll your hips forward. But the hold Iwaizumi has on your hips prevents him from ever entering you.

 “Iwa please just fuck me already.”

“Mmm, but that pout’s so cute baby.”

 “But I need more,” You bet. Hand come to fist the cotton of his shirt. “Can’t cum like this. Need your dick in me. Need to fill me up.”

 “Aww, what’s wrong? “Iwaizumi’s voice becomes rougher. “Is this not enough? fuck, you won’t be satisfied until you get what you want?”

 you nod vigorously. Shame be damned, if agreeing to such things would be what led to Iwaizumi finally fucking you then you’d agree to anything that came out of that sinful mouth of his.

 “You are so God damn hot when you get desperate you know that? Fuck fuck fuck.” He pants.

 “Iwa please,” somewhere in the back of your mind you wonder how long it’s been. You two only have 20 minutes before you had to be back for the latter half of your lecture.

“That’s its baby,” he grunts pulling your hips into his. “Keep looking at me like that. That it’s, shit.”

You feel Iwaizumi’s body tremble as he cums. Making a mess between your folds. You can feel it drip down and soak into your panties. Welp so much for going back to class. 

Iwaizumi's hands slip down to your pants and hike them back up making you squeak. His cum was still warm but that didn’t make the feeling of being on your panties and smooshes against your skin comfortable.

 You are still in a state of shock as your boyfriend fixes your pants making sure you look presentable to walk out of the bathroom. He even garbs your coffee and hands it to you. You take the to-go cup still trying to figure out what was going on. Where are you two going home? Somewhere more private? Less privet?

 “See you back at the Aoba Joshi house after class?” Iwaizumi asks before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head

 And then it clicks. And you honestly might cry.

 “What-no! Hajime wait, y-you can’t leave me like these!” your voice was low but urgent. “I literally have cum in my freaking panties right now.”

 “I know that baby,” he coos. “I was the one who put it there after all.”

 “I didn’t even cum though!”

 “Aww, you look like you might actually cry. That’s so cute. But you got to suck it and get back to class.”

Iwaizumi tucks his soft dick back into his pants and soothes out his clothes. He then turns on his heel and unlocks the bathroom door.

 “This isn’t fair!” your voice was small and tight making Iwaizumi stop mid-step.

He looks over his shoulder with the meanest smirk you’ve ever seen on him. “This is just a taste of your own medicine baby.”

 Iwaizumi is amazing. You can’t help but feel a little astonished that he bought you coffee, pulled up you into a secluded bathroom, and came in your panties all in the span of 15 minutes. You sit back down on your seat and grimace. At least there weren't many people in the classroom to see your face as they were all still out on the break.

 You can’t focus on the lecturer for a whole new reason now. With every little movement, you can feel his cum. You message Iwaizumi, telling him how this is the worst and that you hate him. He never responds. So, you are left sipping your coffee. So horny and frustrated that there is a tiny knot in the back of your throat. You’re Feeling giddy too. Iwaizumi not only knows your favorite orders by heart but also knows what sort of drink to order based on the kind of day. Today was cold and gloomy so he orders a drink you like on a cold and gloomy day. You wouldn’t have even noticed you had a pattern if Iwaizumi hadn’t shown you the note he keeps on his phone about your favorite orders from your favorite places.

 God, did you love him no matter how insufferable and mean he was being right now. Damn, was this how he felt most of the time?

 The minute that your lecture is dismissed you pack up and bolt in the most casual act you can put on. You do stumble, your face turning a bright shade of red. The only thought you had as you made your way over to the Aoba Johsai house was that you were going to make Iwaizumi pay.

 You step inside the house demanding, “Alright where is he.”

 The rest of the seniors were in the living room looking like they were studying.

 Mattsun is the first to speak up. “Uh ohhh, looks like someone is a little angry with her boyfriend.”

 “Ha! What’s lover boy done this time?” Hanamaki asks not bothering to look up his laptop.

 Oikawa was the only one being quiet, staring at you for a long moment before his face cracks a coy smile, “I believe poor Y/N got a taste of her own medicine.”

“Guess that means we oughtta clear out?”, Mattsun stretches his arm above his head. “I could go for brunch.”

 “Ohhhh, with fancy mimosas?” Oikawa’s attention is drawn away from you.

 “Yes, with fancy mimosa,” Mattsun confirms then adds, “Because I need a drink after this fucking assignment.”

 The group clears out soon after. They wish you the best of luck with your bratty boyfriend. Said brat was upstirs waiting patiently in his bedroom with that same mean smirk. At least he had the decency to strip down for you. He’s sitting in his bed, back against the wall, legs spread, and facing the door so you have a nice view right when you walk in. 

 “So how was class?”

 You glare and steep over to his nightstand where he kept a pack of wet wipes in the draw. You quickly strip down to join Iwaizumi but not before cleaning up the mess he left behind.

 “You are the worst you know that?” you say tossing the used wet wipes in the trash. You turn to him and place your hand on your bare hips. “Do you have any idea how uncomfortable it was to sit through the rest of class with your freaking cum in my underwear?”

 “Probably about as uncomfortable having to sit through class with a boner.”

 “Ok well, you’ve proven your point. Can we please have sex now? Where we both cum.”

 Iwaizumi hums then flops his body down. Oh, this ass was not about –

 “Sure, but you have to do all of the work, “Iwaizumi pats his thigh.

 You eagerly crawl on the bed and straddle Iwaizumi’s waist. He makes a show of not touching you. flexing arms as he folds them behind his head in a leisurely way. Iwaizumi’s body responds quite differently. Grinding your pussy against his cock, you can feel him grow hard.

If you weren’t so God damn horny from earlier, you might have had enough self-control to edge your boyfriend the way he did you. Make him be the one that’s so frustrated that he doesn’t get to cum that it brings him to tears. This doesn’t mean that you’re going to give him what he wants. You still wanted to pay back after all. You straighten your back as you place a hand on his chest to steady yourself.

You lift your hips and line up his erection warning him, “This whole thing is about to backfire in your face,” then sink down on him.

​​Both you and Iwaizumi can’t keep quiet about how good it feels for him to be inside you and you to be filled by him. You’re usually the one on the bed while Iwaizumi hovered above you. Fawning over how tight you are once he’s bottomed. Now you are on top of him trying to catch the breath that’s been knocked from your lungs. You are not as patient as the man below and now you are paying for that.

“Forgot how thick I was didn’t you baby.”

“No,” that was mostly a lie. You’re actively resisting the urge to look away from Iwaizumi’s gaze or see if you can feel a new bump in your abdomen. You knew very well that Iwaizumi was big, you just forget how slow you needed to take him at the start.

You also forget how weak you are. You aren’t a sports science major who takes grade A care of his body. Iwaizumi could fuck you for hours, two and a half hours was the current record. You however begin to feel a burn in your thighs not even ten minutes into riding him. And Iwaizumi just lays there, enjoying watching the resolve crumbling on your face.

You didn’t want to give up so easily. You were hell-bent on making him pay. You tried telling yourself to just try ad hold out until Iwaizumi's body began to tense and shift below you, that tall tale sigh that he was about to cum. Then you could sit on his dick. Roll your hips every so often to stimulate him but never not let him cum until his voice cracks while he begs.

“I-I may have overestimated my own stamina, fuck.”, you admit. Your movements becoming slow and losing rhythm fast.

 “Oh, yeah?”

 “My thigh is burring so bad right now.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. guess we’re shit outta luck then, aren’t we?”

 You pause and fully seat on Iwaizumi’s hips. Your thighs scream in relief from the release of muscles, but the rest of your body is filling with dread. “What?”

 “I told you you’re doing all the work. If you wanna cum you got to do it yourself.”

 “But my thighs are on fire right now.”

“Not my problem.”

“Why are you being so mean!” you are huffing frustration.

Out of that same frustration, you go back to moving your hips up and down. Well, you try to, but your thighs still burn. You can’t get any sort of relief out of it.

Was this how Iwaizumi felt when you were a brat to him? So frustrated and annoyed with you. So, fucking desperate to cum? No, this was different because if the roles were switched, if you were the one who had told Iwaizumi he would have to do all the work, the man would be able to edge you for hours. He could manhandle you into just about any positing he wanted to. He would be able to fuck you for so long without his thigh aching and chest feeling like it’s concaving. 

“I can’t do it…” you admit in a somber tone. 

“Why? It’s not that hard baby.”

“But I’m not like you! “Your voice cracks in your sudden outburst. You ball your hands into fists and that knot in the back of your throat is back. “I can’t handle the teasing. I’m just a weak little brat who can’t get herself off without you ok. And it really fucking sucks. So, can you please just fuck me? I can’t cum like this. I can only cum when you fuck me.” 

Through the blurry tears of frustration welling up in your eyes, you can still make out that way Iwaizumi's face softens. He finally moves his hand from the back of his head to your aching thighs, running his palms back and forth over them. You might mistake the action of being fully comforting if not for being able to feel his cock pulse while inside you.

What can he say? Iwaizumi just thinks you look so fucking hot when you cry and beg for him to fuck you like this.

“Not easy is it baby? Takes a lot out of you.”

You nod helplessly and almost sob in relief and Iwaizumi sits up and pushes you onto your back. You do however moan feeling him shift inside you. Reminding you how thick he is by forcing you to adjust to him all over again.

And of course, because he cares so much for the well-being of your body he holds on of his legs to your chest while keeping the other straight 

“Really?”

“What?”, he asks switching legs. 

“Are you making me do recovery stretches while your dick is inside me?”

“That last thing we want is for you to get a cramp while I’, Fucking this perfect pussy.”

“Well, when you put it like that….”

 Iwaizumi takes your other thigh again and folds both of them to your chest, kissing your forehead when he leans into you. He also remembers to grab a pillow and slip it under his hips. You're not sure if it is the feeling of his cock going deeper or the care, he's putting in to make sure you’ll be comfortable that makes your stomach flutter. 

Iwaizumi groans when he starts to thrust his hips. You just feel so good. Squeezing him and being so wet for him. You can be such a good girl when you want to. You’re being one right now. Letting him fold you up like this and fuck you deep and rough. The little sounds coming got your mouth and the wetter ones coming from your sloppy cunt drive him wild. 

You don't how your arms have come to wrap around Iwaizumi’s neck. You can barely think at all anymore. Which is something you are fine with as long as Iwaizumi keeps thrusting into you like this. He’s going so deep that you can feel him everywhere. Pushing and dragging along every spongey spot inside you that makes your body wither and beg for more.

“Haijime, Haijime, Haijime,” you chant his name, having a hard time thinking of more words to convey the pleasure of finally getting fucked like you want, “So good, feels so good.”

 “Yea? I can see. Practically drooling over my cock. Fuuuuck,” Iwaizumi’s words tapper off in a low moan. 

You know he’s about to cum because he reaches down between you two and swipes his finger back and forth over your clit. It’s too much. Every nerve in your body finally gets to feel the sweet explosion of an orgasm. But it's so much. Your eyes roll back, and you can only sob Iwaizumi’s name as you cum. It feels so intense, sounds so much wetter, and leaves your body trembling in its aftermath.

You barely register the deep, shaky moans that come from Iwaizumia pushes himself as deep as can and spills his seed, filling you while still moving his fingers. 

It’s not until Iwaizumi pulls himself up and away from your body, unfolding your legs that you start to notice something different this time. 

Iwaizumi’s just staring down at you his face in utter bewilderment. His chest flushed and heaving as he catches his breath. 

“What’s wrong?”

Iwaizumi blinks once, twice, then speaks,” I-I made you squirt.”

 Your boyfriend slips out of you, then helps you sit up. That’s when you really feel the wetness between your thighs and see it splashed across his abdomen. You can feel his cum mixed with it begin to leak out of you. The sinful mixture getting on the sheets is the furthest thing on your mind. 

“Holy fuck. It’s everywhere, isn’t it?

“I know. Fuck that was by far the hottest thing I have ever seen you do for me, baby. I should be a brat back to you more often. 

“...I can’t say that would be the worst punishment” 

Iwaizumi is already getting off the bed. Searching for a clean pair of sweats, you catch his smile before his back is fully turned. “So, you liked it?”

“It’s very, very frustrating, but yea…. I like it when you’re a brat back to me.”

Iwaizumi makes sure you have some water first before going to run to a bath in the senior's bathroom. It never ceases to surprise who clean the Aoba Johsai seniors keep their floor’s bathroom. You never complain as your student apartment only had a shower and not a tub. Said tub was really only big enough for one but Iwaizumi finds a way to fit in behind you after he brings you some orange slices and more water.

You two lounge in the bath talking about the reverse psychology, being a brat to tame a brat, until the water turns cold. Then once you both are all dried and the sheets have been changed You and Iwa spend the rest of the day there. Dozing off and watching a few games in each other’s arms. All in all, though you cried twice today, it was a good day.

[hensunrik]

the universe would never say no to a lorenzo photo dump 👀 give in to your urges for the better of all the 2-3 lorenzo truthers

You called, you enabled, I provide 😌

Starting off with the basics but this is The quintessential Lorenzo pic for me he is sitting there hot, glowing skin, perfect hair, carved little dimple because the devil is in the details and the devil wants people me to get a heart attack noticing said details, little proud ''these are my silly goofball little brothers and I will dedicate half of my social media life to shout from the rooftops how proud and supportive of them I am'' smile, impeccable vibes, perfect human specimen, 10/10

(Also the fact that he is the only one who was 100% ready and posing and looking the best in this photo. This is the true eldest child taking subtle revenge experience)

Then there are these which I would like to call ''gay or european vibes intensifying''

(The last one looked me in the eye and told me in sassy cursive font that I know Nothing about la Dolce Vita and I respect that)

(More under cut because this turned obscenely long and I would like to spare the dash)

Another favorite genre of mine which I call Thank you Mediterannean sun for your service (+ jules ❤️) (and also the last photo should be giving Linkedin profile vibes but he somehow still makes it work)

He was talking about his family putting his butt in a go kart here (quoting his actual words) but his face and hair did not get the memo and kept serving Homme magazine):

Another lefrères compilation that tells me two things a) he is a short king at least comparatively and b) he does not wax his legs 👀 something I personally love to see

And last but not least of course everyone's favorite, the paddock photos:

This one above is a personal fave of mine they look so happy and giggly! Little mice family I am very fond of you

Also Lorenzo looks like he gives really good hugs :((

Some more of my favorite paddock photos here because this man can rock the serious at work look (and I also love how the possibility for trademark dimple showing up is never zero)

In conclusion Lorenzo Tolotta-Leclerc, the man that you are!

Thank you for the patience and sitting through this presentation 🙏

[ryehouses]

i was tagged in this by @bobafett, who wants to bring back ask box games! this was really fun and really helped drive home the fact that i am maybe a little too wordy!

y'all know the drill. copy, paste, fill in your own answers! feel free to share!

How many works do you have on AO3? impossible for me to say because i have shed ao3 handles like a particularly robust hermit crab, but if i'm just counting everything under iridan, thirteen!

What’s your total AO3 word count? ......1.3 million, as iridan. if we throw in some of my other psueds and the truly awful eragon fanfiction i wrote when i was fourteen, we're probably loking at 2 - 2.5 mil.

What fandoms do you write for? presently, star wars, jujutsu kaisen, star wars again. i have some witcher fic in my gdocs and older projects in rdr2, dishonored, anything that can catch and hold my attention for long enough for my brain to produce a bit of dopamine,

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? all five of them are in the ast 'verse except for lost country

Do you respond to comments? i try to, but it's really hit or miss! i am painfully shy and usually can only go '!!!!!' in thanks

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? of my completed fics, none! i am not really in to the angst ending. if i ever do get around to finishing it, i started a dishonored/his dark materials au that would have ended with corvo going slowly, gently nuts and taking over the outsider's place in the void

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i like happy endings, so all of them!

Do you get hate on fics? occasionally. i still think about that one commentor on ast who accused me of blaming the jedi for order 66 like, all the time. mostly no, though, everyone is really nice!

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? i've been told that 'wrestling as nasty foreplay' is something of a signature move of mine, so! 1) yes and 2) whatever kind of smut 'wrestling as nasty foreplay' applies as

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? yes, but almost exclusively his dark materials crossovers. i do have a witcher/temeraire fusion au sitting in my gdocs

Have you ever had a fic stolen? no, not that i'm aware of. i do semi-frequent google searches to see if my shit pops up anywhere.

Have you ever had a fic translated? i don't think so! ast was podfic'd, if that counts.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? i don't think so, because i am a whole idiot and am hard to collaborate with.

What’s your all time favorite ship? of ALL TIME? impossible to say. i am inconsistent and flighty. bobadin hit me pretty good, though

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? haha too many. i started a jedi!din fic and didn't get far. i've had several WIPs on ao3 sit without an update for years. i have drafted, redrafted, and drafted again a novel that will most likely never see the light of day. finishing even one of those would likely water my crops for several years

What are your writing strengths? i take particular pride in my settings! somebody on ao3 told me last week that i have nice turns of phrase, too, and i am proud of those too

What are your writing weaknesses? i have never once said anything in six words when i could say them in six hundred million billion instead

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? obviously i've experimented in various projects, but i am fundamentally kind of lazy and prefer to sprinkle in a few words here and there instead of spending the time to learn about another language's grammar structure

First fandom you wrote for? the first fandom i published anything in was eragon, way back in the day! the first fandom i wrote for was his dark materials, in a composition notebook in like the fifth or sixth grade!

Favorite fic you’ve written? could not possibly pic! they are all like my children and also my therapist.

i'm tagging @meyerlansky and anybody else who wants to participate! consider yourself invited!

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Short replies today! A couple of follow-ups and miscellaneous ones, and quite a lot of Crewel/Deuce related replies~ A bit unhinged at times.

Anonymous asked:

anon that wanted more info in Edmund here, can confirm nebula college is going on my patiently-waiting-to-be-fed list

Hehehe YESSS Thank you so much, Anon!! I can’t express how happy I am that you are interested in it. And since, once again, Katsu does the majority of the heavy lifting when it comes to anything Nebula-related, I’m right here with you waiting to be fed >:3

Anonymous asked:

I wanna see a spin off called Mobile bs the World, where Mobile has to fight Wallace’s Yandere evil ex Todd to date him.

Omg Anon, please have mercy, Todd isn’t surviving this. This isn’t going to be much of a fight… I feel like Mobile is a much more powerful psychic than Todd, he also has the power of intelligence and Wallace’s love 😔

That being said, I can picture this battle ending unexpectedly and quickly not because of Mobile’s psychic powers, but because Wallace would be confused about why Todd thinks he is an ex – he isn’t, they weren’t dating after all. After hearing that Todd is just going to disintegrate…

I ship them so much. 💪😔

Anonymous asked:

on april fools we are going to get our lovable robot dog in the global version of twisted wonderland. I feel like this means something

“Oh you thought it was a Disney Otome game? Jokes on you: this is a cyborg dog BL VN, and Ortho is the main character, and he is out to get everyone” 😔 Definitely.

Anonymous asked:

I hate how im now wondering if now duece is going to be imagining teacher x student stuff now, with him being the student. Lol

I think we got this one before posting yesterday’s Crewel/Deuce piece, so uhhh congratulations, Anon, you saw right through us lol

The idea definitely never occurred to him before, I feel like Deuce is the type to get surprised by the fact that his teachers in fact do have their private lives and even have sex… such a big and wild idea for his silly pretty head. But he won’t judge!!

Anonymous asked:

by any chance could that new deuce and crewel art have anything to do with deuce seeing him buy a shit ton of condoms? *Don't mind me and my horny fantasies*

Yep~ This is pretty much a follow-up, although I’m not sure how these pieces are tied story-wise. Maybe they aren’t, but both are teasing the same thing – Deuce would look hot when dominated by Crewel.

I think our conclusion is that this bad boy is being punished for being oh so nosy and falling on the floor in front of his professor… he seemed like he really craved his attention, and he got it <3

(fully ignoring the fact that it was Ace who pushed poor Deucey)

furubatsu asked:

Why do I imagine that last Crewel and Deuce pic just being poor Deucy's dream (or nightmare, depending on how panicked he would be waking up) for the next week after that encounter? Poor boy's squirming every homeroom and potions class for ages until Crewl has to sit him down and talk about it.

Yeah, a couple of people mentioned that it looks like Deuce is having a dream/nightmare, and honestly the concept is very hot lol Especially if this is like you described. i.e. the thought/scenario is haunting Deuce and leaves him extremely flustered, confused, unfocused and freaked out.

He could live in this anguish a little bit before this dream becomes reality… just as he convinces himself that stuff of that sort wouldn’t happen to him.

Anonymous asked:

Looks like deuce is getting some extra credit either that or punishment for failing a test or an assignment

Once again, also an option lol Out of all the student characters, I feel like Deuce fits this “punishment for failing a test/getting extra credit” scenario the most, maybe it’s because of how hard he tries to get better and how prone he is to doubting himself. He is also pretty gullible, so an easy target for Crewel, but not so easy that Crewel wouldn’t even get interested in him.

Anonymous asked:

I rise once again from the dead for one reason. Actually, many, your art is absolutely delicious still.

Anyways, thank you for the Crewel content. Have a funny little storytime from earlier this day.

It's has become an inside joke now because we sent it to one of us who dyed his hair dark slate and cut it short recently. It started with the comic where we noticed he lowkey looked like Deuce. So the next day, when we saw the follow-up, we got his ass while he was on a coffee date with his current fling. I facetimed him like it was an emergency and then immediately showed the picture to ask for clarification for where he was last night. Got a chuckle out of his date[he's a vibe], but our friend is mad at us now

- 🐩 anon

Good to hear from you again, 🐩 anon, I’m glad you’re enjoying our stuff~ And your friends too I guess LOL

Oh god, your poor friend. Being outed like that by some rando’s drawing from the internet, I am so sorry 😔 I’m glad his date found it funny though!

Anonymous asked:

do you have any more twst teacher x student ships?👀

Hmm, I don’t think so? Nothing major that I can think of, at least. But we do think of some boys with Crewel here and there: Epel could fulfill a similar role to Deuce because he also has to work extra hard for good grades + a bit gullible; Idia is our favourite boy and could also technically be used for shipping purposes here because of his unique circumstances (i.e. he doesn’t always go to classes, but has to be present during some lab work, so Crewel has extra reasons to pay attention). We’ve talked about Crewel and Vil before but it doesn’t quite give us the sparkles we need, even though we have nothing against it; and we’ve talked about potential Trein ships (or lack thereof) in this post.

I also have a huge beef with Vargas because I can’t figure out why he just doesn’t click with us. Maybe it’s his design? Maybe it’s his attitude? Which is bullshit, because I can imagine someone similar to him working wonderfully, but with Vargas it’s crickets, unfortunately. Which is SUCH A SHAME, because this man CANONICALLY RUINED Idia’s thighs and physically completely exhausted him MULTIPLE TIMES, and this is SUCH OUR THEME TO PLAY WITH, but somehow it just doesn’t work. 😔  

Anonymous asked:

Is is it bad that part of me can see Crewel having one of his dogs (likely a Dalmatian) fucking Deuce as punishment while Deuce is begging for Crewels cock

Anon, yes. Yes, this is very bad, and we agree with you and support you. You’re saying things that people are afraid of saying out-loud. Pups should play with pups...

Anonymous asked:

Soooo…I saw the don’t look at him art of Idia on Bluesky and….Idia…Baby…I’m sorry but you’re way too pretty not to look at. Or stare at. Or…do other things to. Apologies for the unrestrained thirst…

Ohh, that’s an old one! I’m glad you liked it <3

Idia needs to get over himself and accept the fact that he is going to be looked at. Stared at, event <3 Such a pretty pink thing.

Anonymous asked:

I mean…Idia COULD conceivably cosplay as Hatsune Miku without any issues. Plus, he’d look super cute in pigtails. You could occasionally give one a good tug.

Sounds absolutely wonderful, but I feel like if anyone proposed the idea to Idia, he would reply with the biggest “no way” in return. Not only it attracts attention to his hair, everyone’s going to laugh at him for going for a cute anime girl cosplay! This isn’t fun, this is public humiliation! Yada yada lol

I feel like nothing is going to convince him that cosplaying as Hatsune Miku is a good idea… well, maybe Ortho’s puppy eyes could bully him into considering it.

Anonymous asked:

Dare I ask who was doing Idia while he was a maid?

Hmm,  maybe I’m just shit at remembering my own art, but the only maid-related Idia drawing that I can think of is Lilidia one… and Idia wasn’t a maid on this one either, it was Lilia who banged him while looking all pretty uwu

Anonymous asked:

The day I forget to go anonymous is the day I cry. anyways more Adeuce PLEASE those two idiots are my comfort ship aghhhh they are so cute I will crush them with my bare hands

Thank you so much, Anon! We love ADeuce a lot, and I hope we’ll have more stuff with them in the future. We do have some sketches, but who knows when we’ll get to finishing them :(

Also no worries about being anon; if you ever accidentally forget about it, just shoot me another ask or a DM about it, and I’ll post your ask anonymously. I’m not replying to them directly anyways, so it’s all good.

Anonymous asked:

the way you draw violet is so... delicious. *Eats your art and leaves no crumbs*

Thank you so much~ He is our beloved depressed artistic kitten <3 bon appétit.

[toomuchracket]

flatmate!matty w his mates and it’s girlie who took the picture

yeahhhhhh ok it's definitely a pre-dating era pic (shaved head ross gave it away. like carbon dating. also if ross ever shaves his head again i'll delete my whole blog bc what would even be the point anymore), but you guys are living together. actually, i wonder if this is a pic from the last night out back home, before you and matty moved to london - you're like "wait matty let me take a pic of you and the boys as a little memento it would be so cute. we could put it on our fridge", and matty (tipsy) gets all daydreamy about the way you said "our fridge" and the inherent domesticity of it and how he really fucking likes the sound of you saying "our" like you're a couple. he's like "yeah good idea darlin'. oi! lads! squish in for a pic", and the boys all gather together so you can snap a photo, to which you react like "awww, this is cute! thanks boys, sorry for interrupting your respective seshes lol". george is like "oh we're not doing a second one with you in it? i think we should. you're one of the boys at this point babe, let's face it lol"; matty's like "shut the fuck up george, she's not one of the boys" and you're lowkey like oi wtf offended i am a Crucial part of this group before matty stands behind you and wraps his arms around you to kiss your cheek like "she's my girl". naturally, your heart fucking stops, and - although you know he doesn't mean it in that way - you relax into matty's hold a little more and have to bite your lip to keep from grinning (you're also Inebriated) at the thought of actually being his girl(friend). and george is like "you mean 'our girl', yeah? everyone loves her, not just you, mate", and you're like "aww g, you little sap" while matty's like "yeah obv i know that" - immediately after he says that, though, he leans down to whisper "but not as much as i love you". before you can react, though, he's let go of your waist in favour of your hand like "come on, let's get another drink" (because he's lowkey freaking out that he crossed the line. you wish he would cross it even further) <3

[svtminji]

📁 ⠀⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ johnji files -> dispatch exposé & confirmation

Along with the previous couple exposed today, Blackpink's Jennie and EXO's Kai, the pair was exposed by a close friend of theirs. The mutual stated that they had been dating for a few months and were seeing each other regularly. Photos were sent to us by the friend and we will not be disclosing due to privacy. Whether Dispatch will disclose the photos or not, their interactions at events are something else to look at to confirm their relationship. Thus being said, perhaps fans of both groups will look into the SEVENTEEN and NCT interactions.

Minji has posted on her Instagram, doimizu, labeling posts with captions of "john + mizu = happy days :D", "pics by bff:/", or "missed my trainee bestie <3!!" and all of the posts had the official NCT instagram account tagged. Some of her stories had captions such as "don't sugarcoat me 🙄🙄🙄🙄", "with da bestie 💪😈" , or "w john !!" while holding his hand.

Whether Minji meant to make her relationship public by sharing her moments with Johnny, these stories were captured a few weeks before they started officially dating, according to the close friend.

Both SM and Pledis Entertainment haven't said anything currently about the matter, especially SM with two of their artists dating life being exposed.

While looking through with each artist, both of their agencies responded with these statements:

Hello, this is Pledis Entertainment. By talking to our artist, Minji, we came to the conclusion that she is currently dating NCT’s Johnny. She also confirmed that they had been dating since September of 2018. With the reporter being a close friend, she stated that she would have a personal talk with the friend and resolve a few problems. Considering this next year is Minji’s fourth year as an idol, we do not see a problem with her dating. We hope everyone can support the couple and withhold their negative views.

Hello, this is SM Entertainment. We talked to our artist, Johnny, and came to the conclusion that he is in-fact dating SEVENTEEN’s Minji. We would also like to confirm that they had been dating prior to the announcement. We cannot interfere with his life outside of idol activities, so we ask fans to support the couple. Thank you.

Although it was not needed, Minji made a personal statement on her Instagram.

Hi. This is Minji from Seventeen and I am deeply sorry for announcing this after seeing the current news. I’ve always wanted to announce my relationship with Johnny and being beaten to it really hurt me. This relationship was built from a friendship that I hope lasts even after we depart from each other, if that does happen. I am not currently aware how my partner feels at the moment but I can assure you that I am happy, yet sad at the same time. I didn’t want to feel the same pressure as every other artist who was exposed by the news, but unfortunately, I am standing in their shoes as well. I hope everyone understands that I am truly sorry for having to announce this. Thank you for your understanding.

The post’s comment section was filled with both support and hate, which later became silenced with Minji disabling comments. We truly offer our condolences to the couple and we wish them a very safe and healthy relationship!

PHEW.. here’s minji and johnny’s dispatch articles. i had no idea how i would figure this out but i hope this was fine 😭

wanted to start with johmin before i worked up to jeongmi. definitely writing jeongmi article soon tho!! #myactiveera

svtminji est. 2023

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@thebrixtons​​​​

Vasilia Manor, Belcoast (7:52pm)

Catalina:—have all gone through a great loss. And tonight we are here to remember them for their great sacrifices. Their—

*door opens and closes*

Catalina: Oh! Anna, you’re here early.

Anna: Yes, ma’am. I need to be at the banquet hall to help Mia and Rowena for tonight. Is your speech ready?

Catalina: I think so? Do you think you can check it for me?

Alfie: Speech? What speech?

Catalina: Oh, it’s nothing much. Just a little speech for tonight’s banquet.

Alfie: Can I see it?

Catalina: Yeah, here.

Alfie: I think it’s good. You can double check it, just in case.

Anna: Of course, sir. Please excuse me, your royal highnesses.

*door opens and closes*

Alfie: You look gorgeous tonight.

Catalina: *scoffs* Excuse me? I look gorgeous every night.

Alfie: I can’t deny that. You’re even more gorgeous when—

Catalina: Nope. Not now. Saera’s here.

Alfie: *muffled* Do you want me to tell her to leave? We can have our talk in private.

Catalina: Can you not? We have to leave for the banquet soon.

Alfie: Tch, fine. I’ll wait for you downstairs, okay?

Catalina: Alright~

♪ Music plays in the background ♪

General Han: It is an honour for us to host their royal highnesses tonight. I am deeply touched by their concern for the people here and this makes me look forward to our future with such caring future monarchs.

General Han: As we get closer to the end of the night, I would like to ask if their royal highnesses would like to say anything to the people of this house? A word of encouragements perhaps?

Alfie: My beautiful fiancée will be the one doing the talking tonight.

General Han: Of course. The stage is yours, ma’am.

*applause*

Catalina: *clears throat* I would like everyone to stand as I propose a toast to the brave patriots who have given their lives to protect our people.

Crowd: To the patriots.

Catalina: Please, be seated.

Catalina: To all our veterans — our amazing warriors — we gather here tonight, on this starry night under the Windasian sky, because each of you endured a moment that shaped the arc of your lives.

Catalina: I am honored to be standing here tonight, surrounded by the people who has given their all to protect this beautiful country and making sure that the peace is maintained so the citizens can sleep in peace knowing they are safe.

*applause*

Catalina: We have all gone through a great loss during the Great War. And tonight, we will remember them for their great sacrifices, their bravery, and their love for this country.

Catalina: As I end my remarks. I would like to thank General Han for hosting the ball tonight. And—

Catalina: *thinking* Wait...where’s the last page?

Catalina: And, uh...and...

Crowd: *in the background* What’s going on? Why is she stuttering?

Catalina: *clears throat* I-I know ‘his’ actions left a wound not only in the world, but in our families, our hearts, our lives. A wound that can never heal.

Crowd: *whispering* Who is she talking about?

Catalina: And even when faced with the consequences of his actions, he never gave the apology you deserve. And for that, I apologize for what my grandfather has done.

*Crowd gasps*

Catalina: Thank you, again, for your attention. Have a good night.

Catalina: What’s going on? Why are they gasping?

Alfie: I’ll explain later. We need to leave now. I’ve already told General Han we have something urgent to deal with.

Catalina: Wh-what?

Alfie: Come on.

Crowd: *in the background* What was she thinking? Did she really just said that?

[gimmesomeguac]

More optimism about Matt's She-Hulk cameo please! I am super worried about the cameo itself and drama in the fandom.

I got you. Welcome to my TED talk.

First, I want to remind people before the cameo drops- She-Hulk is Jen's show, not Matt's. He is rumored to have more than one scene, but we wont necessarily have time to see every last nuance of his personality or silent brooding scenes. Just because they might not show every side of him in She-Hulk does not mean they are going to butcher the character in Born Again. This is one show. There are different writers working on the Daredevil show, and different story priorities. You might like appearances in some titles more than others.

How can I be so optimistic?

Daredevil has always been both serious and funny. He's one of our favorite avocados.

Personally, I enjoyed episode one of She-Hulk. This is my jam.

What the writers said about She-Hulk seems to confirm my theory that he is not there to just wave at the camera and then leave. He has a purpose, as the Matt we know would.

If anyone at Marvel Studios has a brain, they will base Born Again on what made the original successful. Based on who they hired to write, they are aiming for that while giving fans several of the crossovers we used to only dream about.

Most of all- I am just happy to see Charlie in the role again. Demand quality content? Of course! But I also remember when we literally thought we would never get more of this. We got three wonderful seasons of these characters. This is extra. I am thankful that an attempt is being made at all to continue. And if it happens to turn out badly, I'll just mute the tv and watch that way. More reference pics for fanart! We will always have those first three seasons.

I totally get your concern over the fandom's behavior. Since it's a mature-rated title, we seem to get more mature behavior from most fans, but still nothing is immune to jerks. If you like it, cool. If you don't that's fine! Everyone needs to remember: don't be a jerk about it either way. Don't tag your hate. Try to be polite and respectful. The usual common courtesy. (I predict I'll be positive about it, but you know I'll tag my posts so if someone has to block a tag they can do that.)

[madstronaut]

guess wot my fellow hoes (fellhoes?) you’re getting a two-fer-one deal

obligatory alpha post link below:

because I have been deep in my werewolf/hybrid!CODmen fixation while I was drunk off reading moondrunk I decided to take a break...

....by reading johnny boy and i dont want to even look at that ao3 history stat that tells you how many times you've visited this story IT IS A LOT

my record for one of my comfort stories is 79 times and that was back in january last i looked, and it doesn't count the copypaste backup i have in my notes in case of airplane mode. don't look at me rn (cough obligatory @the-californicationist G&G reference/tag here)

ANYWAY MOVING ON 🐺🐺🐺

Reading: Moondrunk Monster by @ghostgorlsworld

so I went to watch the Love Death Robots episode referred to here and UNFFFF forgot how good that whole series was! wolflovers, go watch the Shape-Shifters episode from S1

once again i love a good fleshed-out reader backstory and this one is no exception

also as a certified graves simp the spittake I had to clean up at reading the phrase “Captain Graves”

also wolf-friendly pain medication? please i would happily read an appendix or endnotes/footnotes about the lore/worldbuilding here <3

"They weren’t used to humans being kind to them."🥺🥺🥺🥺

me to myself: tbh in many ways this is the world we are living in rn

that line about reader sleeping in the back of the med bay reminded me of this famous pic I saw way back when:

U.S. Army nurse Amy Stuart of the 5th MASH unit deployed in Saudi Arabia naps on a cot while hugging a teddy bear sent by her family during Operation Desert Storm (February 22, 1991)

getting a little too real but at my age, always hurts my heart and deeply disturbs me to see people younger than me who i consider children going off to/waging war COUGH ANYWAY SRY ESCAPING REALITY BACK TO FANFIC-

piney has such a succinct, tight way of writing to set the scene and story premise up so well - fucking salivating at ghost taking reader to their tent and him getting miffed at her sitting on soap’s bunk until she sits on his <3 LMAO I SEE YOU GHOSTY YOU LITTLE LOVESICK PUPPY YOU~

You glanced down, seeing the Scottish flag on the wall, the photos of a couple that looked exactly like Johnny. “Oh, sorry.” 

ok but also johnny WOULD have selfies of himself up on his own bunk

“ahm easy on the eyes, aint i LT”

“shut it”

You were American, so you didn’t have much taste for tea unless it was iced and sweet. 

me, a rabid tea swiller, raising my hand: UM NOT ALL AMERICANS HATE “TREE PISS” AS TED LASSO CALLS IT OKAY (okay but I love that show so much)

unfff wolf!ghost crowding reader into his own bed forcing her to sleep in it is just *so many chef’s kisses*

Gaz was healed within a day, coming to visit you with a Snickers bar as thanks. “I’ve been saving it for an occasion,” he said. “Wolves…well, we can’t really have chocolate without quite a bit of pain so I thought I would give it to you instead. As thanks.” 

ok this was the most adorable loredrop ever also literally heartbroken at the idea they can’t enjoy chocolate!!!!

The adjustments were freezing slabs of raw beef and plating it up still half-frozen. this reminded me of this frozen organic dog chow i kept getting insta ads for after dogsitting for a friend (if u can hear this siri/insta ad algorithms, FUCK YOU RESPECT MY PRIVACY) anyway in the ad the way the person plated it for their dog and the way their dog ate it with such gusto made me, a human, want to try the dog food lol

“Not everyone in America lives in Texas, Soap.”

👏thank👏 you👏facts👏

You smiled. “A small town in Oklahoma.”

“Bloody hell, that’s just Texas.”

👏also👏 facts👏 (don’t come for me texans this new yorker will (lovingly) fuck you up; god bless amurica)

He was wearing gloves, as always, but they were warm when he pressed them against the scars, fitting his fingers into the obvious claw marks.

The 141 was silent, watching Ghost with a mixture of surprise and horror. Price looked as if he were about to intervene, his knuckles white around his fork.

i fucking l o v e this entire scene

They were still strangers to you, but the base felt too quiet without them, and your skin felt bare without Ghost’s stare upon it.

i am shivering at how good this sentence is

ghost: has a record for being more wolf than human and acts of aggression against humans

also ghost: makes tea for reader regularly when she can’t sleep

also reader if you’re having a eat-three-powdered-donuts-in-one-sitting kind of day, you eat that whole box girl no one will fault you for it <3

Ghost hummed, then came the unmistakable sound of licking the sugar off his fingers. There had also been blood on his fingertips, from the night’s previous activities.

You don’t want to think about why that makes your belly clench. 

😏😏😏we love the feral ones

also unexpected gifts are some of the best ones

i felt the adrenaline of the humvee ambush like i was watching a live action movie - i could picture the entire scenes very easily in my head <3

and ghost taking off her boots >>>>>>>>

A man in a skull mask was asleep in the chair in front of you, his head tipped back against the wall, his legs relaxed and spread wide. 

ah yes, classic submission position~

The meek little nurse that had put a Colonel’s son in the ER. 

meek is one of my favorite words. i have heard an alternate definition for this as “meekness is great power under control” and it stuck in my head ever since; pls bow before medic reader my meek badass queen

Your heart raced. It was such a human instinct, to see a predator and want to either kiss it or run from it. 

ah yes imho the heart of why wolf/hybrid and enemies-to-lovers etc. etc. etc. tropes and fics are so popular~

Ghost seemed to like your attention, his ears perked at the top of his head. It was oddly endearing, and you normally considered yourself a cat person.

hehe big ghost wolf, smol floppy ears - i will not let this image leave my head

ok and the wolflore about the recessive genes!! eating it all up <3

also i know this is a ghostfic but soap blushing and mumbling bout his coffeeshop crush is soo <333333333

"you’re too young to feel old and miserable like me.” Soap smiled, a bit of cheer back in his eye. “You’re only three years older’n me, lass, I wouldn’t call ye old.”

literally me to anyone <30/even a year younger than me

"ALSO, yes i'm setting up for a future soap/cafe!reader fic"

okay the unholy screech that erupted from me at reading this author’s note i’m-

Graves sat in a simple metal chair, cool, calm and collected without a single blonde hair out of place. 

me fully knowing graves isnt even doing anything here, just sitting: go off, king

“I wasn’t going to let that boy take my soul, sir,” you said calmly. “Not for something as worthless as a career.”

well said indeed <3

You wondered if he would come visit you, if you asked. If he would sit in your dusty, frilly living room and drink from your pumpkin shaped mugs.

PUMPKIN-SHAPED MUGS <3 <3 <3

Price looked up from a paperback, a twitch in his brow. He preferred to keep out of conflicts between the pack, only interfering when blood was spilled. 

oh please my headcanon for price is that he inhales gossip like oxygen and keeps it filed and sorted alphabetically and chronologically in his mind palace to pull up as needed

They were on active duty, for Christ’s sake, it wasn’t like he could bend her over against one of those cots and stake his claim,  COUGHOMGWHYTHEEVERLOVINGFUCKNOTCOUGH no matter how badly he wanted to.  

The 141 hunted at night, so during the day Gaz and Soap would occasionally bring you a muffin for breakfast or a stray cup of coffee. Even Price, the fatherly man he was, brought you one of his extra novels to read while you were awake during the night shift, one of those cheesy detective thrillers that helped you get through the night without passing out on a patient.

who doesn’t love familial!141 🥰🥰

it’s nice to remind yourself that you’re still a simple woman that appreciates a nice mani-pedi and a good hair day.

this is so real - taking care of yourelf/reminding urself to feel human is so important <3

You had the rank and the experience, so of course, you got the lion’s share of reports. ahem this a small almost throwaway line but much appreciated - LEADERSHIP IS FOR SERVICE. TO SHOULDER THE BURDEN FOR THOSE UNDER YOU, AND LIFT THEM UP. TAKE THE HITS SO THEY DON’T HAVE TO - ONES THEY AREN’T EVEN AWARE OF IF YOU’RE GOOD AT IT. anyway stepping down once again from my soapbox-

ah reader i can think of many MANY MANY spicy ways to motivate ghosty to do his patriotic duty~

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AND ALSO Reading: Johnny Boy by @ghostgorlsworld

first off being thrown into the deep end of the incredible lorebuilding had me ready to swim and dive deep without even taking a breath of reality because the story!!!! the worldbuilding!!!! absolutely immaculate

a recurring daydream/brainrot scenario ive gone back to time and again with my blorbos through the years is getting knocked up with their spawn and having to escape and go on the run and hide the child then have an implausibly wild reunion, often with some physically impossible makeup sex and then birth my own private sports team's worth of children to build our world empire (drama, romance, intrigue, adventure - i would buy out opening night tickets to the movieplots my brain spits out, anyway ty for coming to my BedTedTalk) anyway this has such a unique niche in the CODfics ive read with the almost enemies-to-lovers-back-to-enemies flavoring with brother’s best friend trope in play

on that note, shaking tom’s hand vigorously for sneaking johnny back into reader’s life, then backhanding him with my other hand - also for sneaking johnny back into reader’s life

cute-ass mactavish sire emma needs to eat raw meat to survive? her supernatural senses make her an old soul in a child’s body? no further comments, absolute perfection. i love the explorations of “hey scenting/being a hybrid, ESPECIALLY growing up as one, ain’t all its cracked up to be and is not just all 100% sexy times and funsies” and her picking up on mom being sad all the time a certain someone is near and declaring “if mommy doesn’t like him, I don’t either” just UGGHHHH i just want to give her a hug and tell her it will all work out, shes is in good hands (including but not limited to her own!) also tear the throat out of anyone who would dare steal her childhood (fistbumping my fellow immigrant first gen firstborns&eldest daughters who had to grow up too fast/take care of adults)

also one of the reasons i love this fic is the very fierce and protective love reader has for her emma and their really beautiful bond <3 fanfic can be so healing and tender in very unexpected ways and their relationship slipped past all my walls and armor and just stuck me right in the feels <3

the conversation about grandpa jack haunting them and turning the book pages for him was so sweet i think my molars rotted away on the spot, 🥺🥺🥺 piney i will be billing you for my dental visit expenses; be prepared to pay cos ive always wanted to secretly try out grillz as a new yorker girlie 

also random brainrot but 1000% positive grandpa jack was a fucking hottie in his glory days (underground fighting rings? picturing tyler durden rn)

also please give mama reader a fucking medal, cutting up raw meats and organs first thing in the morning (EVERY morning) is a feat indeed

also johnny/reader’s first meeting at the funeral home is absolutely exquisite, the perfect amount of drama and angst!!! raaaaaa biting my pillow and tearing it to pieces

- reader’s physical reaction to the “he’s behind me, isn’t he” revelation

- johnny’s physical glow-up described through reader’s eyes is just UNFFFF *chef’s kiss*

- reader going straight into panic/mama bear mode re: emma

- “it could have been longer, john” HOLY FUCKING SHIT MY ICE COLD QUEEN PLEASE I CANNOT KNEEL BEFORE YOU FASTER OR I’LL BREAK MY KNEECAPS

- “your voice so cold it stung your tongue as you spoke. The ache in your chest was overtaken by rage, pure and hot. “Excuse me.” i am f e r a l for this line, this is PERFECTION i can taste the emotions here like viscerally on my tongue 

- honestly kudos to reader for not punching tom’s lights out when she’s running to get emma from him

“I don’t care.” You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to dig your nails into his skin and hurt him like he hurt you. “We don’t need you, we never needed you. I loved you, and you left for years . Deal with the consequences.”

Johnny Mctavish, a wolf, a soldier, flinched from you. 

It wasn’t the victory you thought it would be.

AAAAAAAA YES THIS IS ME AS I READ THIS REVELING IN THE ANGST

also the last line of ch1 being “Forget him. John always runs.” and summary of Ch2 being “Johnny comes home.” ????? gonna run out of my lipstick giving chef’s kisses to piney here

the way piney fleshes out reader and her story and history with johnny just makes me want to give her a ginormous hug, also like an all-expenses paid weeklong vacation to the maldives or something for the absolute bullshit she’s endured (might have to join you on this though dear reader my salary/responsibilities working in [redacted] means i also need an all-expense paid weeklong vacation to the maldives)

also I FUCKING SUSPECTED JOHNNY WAS SECRETLY TRYING TO SCENT READER WHEN HE SNUCK UP ON HER TO GET CLOSE ENOUGH TO SURPRISE HER BY PUTTING HIS MITTS ON HER SHOULDER; i love that emma picked up on this through her nose

“Because you still smell like me, kitty.” brain going brrrr being overloaded with conspiracy theories about teh many layers what this may mean

wolves were different from normal men. Territorial. 

me, reading about fictional territorial wolfmen on tumblr: 🥰🥰🥰

me, reading about IRL men being ‘territorial’: 🤢🤢🤢

“Grandpa was like me,” she said, loyal as always. 

i’ll be totally honest the character i fell head over heels with in this story was not johnny taking first place no - EMMA MACTAVISH MY HEART <3 i hope my future children will be brave, kind, wise, funny and compassionate like you <3

It seemed that the only person suffering in this situation was you.

this line + the short almost throwaway line of reader “laughing wetly” just before it just ughhh my heartache! shoutout to all the hardworking parents/caregivers simply Trying Their Best And Getting No Recognition™️ (madstronaut sees you and applauds you, great is your reward in heaven and or the pits of tumblrhell, dealer’s choice)

“It wasn’t your decision to make, Tom,” you said, your voice reaching that pitch that made you feel like your mother. god this got too real, when i hear myself sound like my mother sometimes (esp. when im mad) i literally narrow my eyes at my own reflection and have to check myself before i wreck myself iykyk

also freaking love the lore about hybrids/wolves being discriminated against in society and johnny’s own experience and pitfalls navigating the world! lorebuilding>>>>>>>>>>>>

You were dressed more appropriately this time, a Black Sabbath tee and sweats, your work clothes of pencil skirts, trousers, and wool sweaters currently drying on the laundry lines in the backyard. 

ok reader i see you my little rocker <3 you would love saint vitus bar in brooklyn; make tom or johnny watch emma so we can headbang to our heart’s content and you can enjoy a well-deserved night out <3 (on that note #REOPENVITUSYOUCOWARDS)

Emma two-handed it, just like you tell her to. It seemed she was trying to be on her best behavior, the little traitor.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH EMMA YOU LITTLE DEVIOUS ADORABLE SHIT (said goodnaturedly) I LOVE THIS LINE SO MUCH

Something in your chest squeezed when Johnny tucked the blanket around Emma’s skinny arms, more gentle than you had ever seen him.

ok though real talk men being gentle and tender, esp. around kiddos - hi, yes please sirs you can indeed help me mop my panties off the floor

Susan didn’t know what to do with a little boy that chewed on the furniture and got sick when she didn’t let him eat raw meat. 

i physically need to see fanart of young wolf!soap gnawing on an armchair leg

This was why you liked Charlie, he was so, so reasonable. 

hello charlie or as i like to call you “walking beige flag” the way i would roast him if i was bffs with reader..

also emma drawing that wolf catcher memory and waiting until soap was there to show it to both him and reader - AAGGGGH I freaking loved this and how clever this is i can do an entire pepe silvia conspiracy board meme breakdown of why and how much i loved this whole interaction

emma knowing it is a tough memory for her mama but choosing to draw and show it specifically to johnny - and waiting til they are all in each other’s presences (presence? idk)

i can see reader fighting (a losing battle lets be honest this is johnny fucking mactavish) tooth and nail so far to maintain the armor of assumptions and explanations she’s told herself to deal with the pain of being in love then (from her pov) rejected and how this has bled into how she paints johnny to emma despite her best efforts 

and yet as they say sometimes the body says and knows what the mind/heart cannot say yet and 1000% sure that little miss wolf emma mactavish loves her mom but is also sure that momma isn’t sure on where she stands with johnny

also ALSO the fact that jack raised both johnny and emma HAS TO MEAN SOMETHING RIGHT - even though they’ve just met i love the little tidbits of the special wolf-to-wolf and father/daughter connection they have

AND AND AND so my grand theory here is that i believe emma made and showed this drawing to johnny because from what she knows - she perceives mama reader to despise johnny on the surface, yet still wants him - but based on what she’s told her about johnny, thinks johnny may not want mama - and drew this to prove mama is still worthy and a great protector - “You haven’t got any teeth or claws but it didn’t matter.” - and “showing her off” to johnny COUGH ANYWAY THAT’S WHERE I’LL END MY THESIS TYVM

also i love the bits sprinkled around the fic about johnny’s eyes sparkling eerie/brighter when he gets worked up

Perhaps all the war and killing really was good for his temperament.

HAHAHAHA OKAY SHIT, MAMA, WHO IS THE DELULU ONE NOW????????? (tbh it’s me, hi im the probl-)

johnny trying to find excuses to spend his PMC savings & money on reader + emma - IRL me and my bills & student loans crying laughing hysterically at reader turning this down

“Shut up!” Tommy said, frowning at you from the couch. “Fuck, lovie, he’s a friend from work.”

The man in the mask raised a hand in an awkward wave.

HAHAHAHHA SIMON!!! his entrance totally threw me off but ofc tom’s SHUT UP (true sibling energy right here, no greeting, just yells) and simon’s lil wave just UGGGGGGGHHHH such a nice palate cleanser from the intense but delicious angst - also tipping my hat at the subtle way to introduce Bi!Tommy with the “he’s not company he’s a guest” line 😏

You felt Simon’s eyes on you, judging, appraising. You were sure Johnny probably didn’t have the nicest things to say about you–most likely that you were an irritating little girl that followed him around for twenty years then proceeded to get pregnant and raise the child without him knowing,

would love to know what and how TF141 thinks of mama reader from how johnny has described her…despite her own misgivings <3

Johnny was an unsuspecting kind of violent, always smiling and laughing until he wasn’t, until it was serious.

Simon was different. He felt older. 

aaaaaa this is SUCH a good characterisation of them both

You had missed him like a lost limb-

ooh i absolutely love this phrase! I have one person in my life i went through a friend breakup with (iykyk - these are more painful than romantic breakups imho) and we mended things and discovered afterwards we both referred to our break in our friendship as ‘having lost a limb’ to other folks (!) sometimes birds of a feather really do flock together

 “It’s just…we’re adults, and adults have tricky feelings. preach mama 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

but also pls mama i know you have a kiddo but putting on nail polish right before a date? nooooooooooooooooo though chanel polishes ARE superior cos of that fat brush so all is forgiven <3

also obligatory FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING FUCK to charlie for forgetting the date, do you EVEN KNOW THE SUFFERING WE PUT OURSELVES THROUGH TO GET READY FOR A DATE? TO GET READY TO FACE THE WORLD OUTSIDE OUR DOOR, PERIODT?

IF SOMEONE DID THIS TO ONE OF MY GIRLIES I WILL BE READY TO FUCKING SHOW SOMEONE’S BITCH ASS THAT YOU DO NOT NEED TEETH AND CLAWS INDEED TO GET RIGHT FUCKED UP

anyway climbing down from my soapbox on behalf of women everywhere, back to the fic

as a tiny tiny redeemable bit - charlie having weekly dinners with his gran is a huge green flag trait

He stilled, looking at you. His hand came up, pinching your chin like he used to. “You havnae called me Johnny in a very long time.” The rawness of his voice broke you down into someone you used to be, someone that loved him.

me, extremely pleased, reading this: ah yes, in vino veritas~

The alcohol had dampened the anger in your chest, you felt…open. Open to talking about it. Bleeding the poison from the wound.

<3 <3 <3 this line <3 <3 <3

irl sidenote: u can also do this without alcohol my friends <3 trusted friends, therapy, long retreats into nature, safe places, safe people all very effective and cutting right to the heart in the gentlest ways possible, painful but highly recommend over the alternative (and lesser) options of keeping the poison inside <3 

Within a blink, Johnny was kneeling before you, his hands on your knees as his eyes bored into yours. You felt a chill, a whisper of fight or flight pricking your neck at his predatory stare.

ahem hello this is it

this is what does it for me

kneelng for your prey <3

also i love that their first real physical intimate contact after reuniting, beyond that hug after the wolf catcher story, is johnny LICKING reader’s tears off her face

“All I had was a picture and letters, but I could get off just from you writing that you missed me, just from your smell lingering on the fucking paper.” whats that phrase? marines make do? 🥰🥰🥰

me, reading about lacy underwear getting shredded: mmmmf yes sexxxxxyyyy

also me: ok i just know that was expensive, cringing inside at having to replace it

also fics that have men talking to ur pussy as they take care of it >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I CANNOT WAIT FOR READER TO WAKE UP AND SCREAM AT HERSELF