#I’ve seen 3 recently and I get excited every time

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Yes, Professor

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~3.7k

Warnings: smut with very little plot

Summary: Things spice up when you get a new professor for your criminal justice class, and your thoughts grow dirty when you see the desire in his eyes.

Square Filled: college au (2020) for @cm-kinkbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated! <3

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Intro to Criminology is boring enough, but to have a professor who has a monotone voice and no passion for the subject makes you want to claw your own eyes out. Before, you didn’t have any joy coming to class and would often look forward to leaving it. It’s a requirement for your future in law enforcement, so you have to suck it up and hope that the next class has a professor worth listening to.

However, Dr. Fitch recently had a heart attack and was whisked away to the hospital. You hope he’s going to be okay, of course, but the man kind of had it coming. He was nearly eighty years old. He did his time in law enforcement and only took this job so he wouldn’t sit at home, bored.

Instead of cancelling class or splitting up the class to the other two professors that teach the same subject, the school is having someone from the FBI come in and be your new “substitute teacher” for the rest of the semester. It’s only for a month, maybe a bit more, but you’re excited. For the first time, you want to come to class. It’s not that the subject in itself is boring; it was the professor.

Word around the block is that the new professor is young, a lot younger than Dr. Fitch. He has a young child, but his wife died several years ago. He loves running and participating in marathons, and he’s run a very successful BAU unit for well over a decade. That’s, at least, according to your best friend Cherry, thanks to social media and a quick Google search. Seriously, she’d be a good hacker for the FBI. With merely a name, she can find out if someone ate toast for breakfast. She’s scary good.

This class has seen some FBI agents from the BAU before. Spencer Reid was cute, but he rambled on a lot. He wasn’t that confident, even though he knew what he was talking about. Rossi taught a class once, but he seems too intense for you. The one coming today is older than Spencer but younger than Rossi.

You arrive at class early for once and make sure to get a seat up front. Cheery walks in seconds later, and she pushes past a group of girls to grab the seat next to you.

“I was about to start fighting girls to keep this open for you,” you joke.

“I’m here. Has he arrived yet?”

“Does it look like he’s here?” you laugh.

“I hear he’s a real Daddy, and not in the literal sense.”

I guess we’ll find out in,” you check your watch, “five minutes.”

Five minutes later, Professor Hotchner walks in. The entire class is chatting and messing around, but the room falls silent upon seeing him. Fuck what Cherry heard. None of it compares to what he actually looks like.  This is a man if you’ve ever seen one. Dark hair, strong build, impeccable suit, and a sharp jawline. Cheery nudges you, but you don’t take your eyes off Professor Hotchner.

You slouch down in your chair and widen your legs a bit, unaware that you’re wearing a skirt. All the girls immediately start whispering to their friends while the boys grumble in jealousy. Professor Hotchner puts his briefcase on the desk before addressing the class.

“Hello. My name is Aaron Hotchner, but please, call me Hotch. I know the situation isn’t ideal, but I hope Dr. Fitch makes a full recovery. It’s been a while since I’ve done an intro class, so please bear with me.” His eyes immediately lock with yours, and it’s like everyone else disappears. His eyes are chocolate brown, but there’s something else in them. Something primal. “While I get familiar with your course studies, you’ll be watching a documentary on serial killers.”

Hotch gets the documentary going and turns down the lights. He walks back to his desk with every intention of going through Dr. Fitch’s notes, but his eyes move to you. You’re trying your best to watch the documentary, but you can’t focus when you feel his eyes on you. You dare look at him, and you almost blush from his intense gaze. His eyes slowly rake down your entire body, eyes locking on your legs. His jaw ticks, and he immediately looks away. You know it’s because of your skirt.

The thought makes you smirk.

By the time class is done, he has looked at you for a total of twenty times. Yes, you counted. There’s something about you that he can’t look away from. You’re packing up your things when you hear him speak.

“Miss Y/N, please see me before you leave.”

“Good luck,” Cherry smirks.

You sling your bag over your shoulder and walk over to his desk. “Yes, Professor Hotchner?”

“Please, call me Hotch. I was looking through the recent homework assignments, and I can’t help but notice your paper. I’m not an expert on this class, nor am I familiar with the details of the course, but even I can tell that most of your answers are wrong. I don’t know how Dr. Fitch ran things, but you’re going to have to work hard if you want your grade to increase.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll do my very best.”

“Bye, Professor.”

Hotch watches you walk away, and his jaw ticks again. All he could focus on were your pretty pink panties peeking out from under your skirt. How completely inappropriate. Thoughts of what they would look like on the floor invade his mind, and he quickly tries to shake them out of his head. This would not bode well if the faculty knew what was running through his head right now.

You knew exactly what Hotch was thinking when he was watching you yesterday, so you made sure to show up to class wearing an even shorter skirt. Still to the school’s standards, but this skirt is slightly shorter than the one you were wearing yesterday. Your shirt is tucked neatly into your waistband like a proper schoolgirl. Cheery, upon seeing this in class, almost busts out laughing.

“Girl, you are going to make him have a heart attack.”

“That’s the point,” you smirk. Maybe it’s all in your head, but you saw desire in his eyes. If you’re lucky, then you might be able to do something about it. “I’m sure he has office hours, right?”

Cherry giggles and gets her things out. Hotch walks in minutes later, and his eyes immediately go to you. They briefly drop down to your legs before they look away, and his jaw ticks in irritation. Mostly at himself for letting himself look. It’s too late. He already saw them. White panties. Lace, to be exact. He shouldn’t have taken this job. He’s trying to cut down on his time with the FBI, so he wanted to take on something else that might fuel his passions. It’s not that he doesn’t love the BAU; he does, but he is looking for something else to do. His time at the BAU has run its course.

“Alright, settle down, everyone.” He waits for the class to go silent. “Now that I’ve caught up with your course, it’s time to introduce you to the project that will be worth sixty percent of your grade. You will be creating a profile based on a serial killer of your choice, along with analyzing crime scenes, offender behavior, psychological motivations, and victimology. You will need these skills if you’re serious about advancing in this field. You will be in partners for this, and no two teams will have the same serial killers. You have the rest of the class to get into groups and figure out a game plan.”

Cheery immediately slides to your side, a silent gesture that she is your partner. Fitting, seeing how she’s your only friend in this class. You two are going with H.H. Holmes since he’s America’s first known serial killer. It’ll be fun diving deep into his history. The entire time you plan with Cherry, you can feel Hotch’s eyes on you. That feeling doesn’t go away until the end of class.

“Y/N, please come see me before you leave.”

“Girl, if you don’t fuck him, I will,” Cherry whispers as she packs her bag.

“I shouldn’t be long. I’ll meet you at the cafeteria.” Once most of the class is gone, you walk up to his desk and put on an innocent facade. “You wanted to see me, Professor?”

“What have I said? Call me Hotch.”

“Yes, sir,” you nod.

He waits until the last person has left to speak. “Listen, I don’t appreciate the choice of clothing you decided to wear today.” You look down at your skirt and shirt, pretending not to see how it’s wrong. “I think it’s a bit inappropriate for school, don’t you think?”

“Am I distracting, Professor Hotchner?”

His jaw ticks. “No, but there is a dress code for this university, and I expect you to follow it, or else I’ll inform the Dean about this.”

“Of course, Professor. Anything else?” He shakes his head, not trusting his voice right now. “Goodbye, Professor.”

You walk back to your desk and bend down to retrieve your bag, knowing full well he can see your white panties on display. They’re cheekies, and they show off your ass well. Hotch grips his desk to keep himself from going over there and reddening your ass. Before he can move, you’re gone from class, and he releases the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

He needs a drink.

Luckily, Rossi is still at the BAU when Hotch gets there, and he walks into his office with a tired look. Rossi already has a drink out for him, and Hotch takes it gratefully.

“Class not going well?” Rossi asks.

“It’s not that. The class is fine.” Hotch hesitates. He knows Rossi won’t judge him, but he still doesn’t know if he should tell him what’s going on. The alcohol decides for him. He tells Rossi everything that’s happened since the first day. “She’s driving me crazy, Dave. I shouldn’t do anything. It’s against the rules. Plus, she’s younger than I am.”

“But legal.”

“I’m serious, Dave.”

“So am I. Look, I’ve never been the one to stick to the rules. Hell, I’m the reason we had this ‘no fratinzation’ rule here. As long as you’re both consenting adults, what’s the problem?”

Hotch shakes his head. “It’s not going to happen.”

It’s definitely going to happen. No, it’s not. Don’t think with your cock, his alter ego says to him. You and Cheery are together working on the project, and Hotch can’t help but take in what you’re wearing. You have on a dress that’s longer than the skirt you were wearing yesterday, but it’s sheer. Not sheer enough to make it obvious, but Hotch can see the black panties you have on underneath. The top of your dress has a deep V that shows off your breasts in a flattering way.

He’s fucking losing his mind.

The teasing doesn’t stop there. Over the next couple of weeks, you’ve been teasing Hotvch with your outfits. Once Cherry caught on to what you were doing, she opted to help. With both of you dolling yourself up, Hotch had no shot. He’s this close to snapping. Hotch waits for everyone to come into class before gathering the tests in his hands.

“Alright, as I pass out the tests back to you, please remember that there is only one more test before the project is due. If you fail that, you’ll have a hard time passing this class. I highly encourage you to use the university’s library to study.” Hotch passes out the tests, not really paying attention to you. When he gets to you, he stops when he sees a fat lollipop in your mouth. He can’t focus on anything but the way you’re sucking on the treat, and his cock twitches in attention. “Ms. Y/N, please see me after class.”

He hands you your test, and you see you’ve missed ten questions out of thirty. That’s sixty-six percent. It’s still passing, but if you don’t bring your grade up, then you’ll never pass this class. It’s not like it’s hard, you just need the right motivators.

“Girl, this is your chance,” Cherry whispers to you.

“He won’t know what hit him,” you smirk.

This time, you wait until after everyone has left the class. Whatever is going to happen needs a locked door. You subtly lock the door before returning to your desk.

“Y/N, I’m kind of disappointed in your test answers. I know you by now. I know you can do better than this.”

“I’m sorry, Professor. I guess I need a little extra help. What are your office hours again?”

Hotch has had enough. In the beginning, he wasn’t sure if these feelings were one-sided. However, if your behavior tells him anything over the past few weeks, it’s that you’re interested in him as much as he is in you. If you say stop, he will, no questions asked, but he thinks he’s going to take a page out of Rossi’s book for this one.

“No, there’s a much better-suited punishment for girls like you.”

You purse your lips. “Girls like me?”

“Bad girls like you.” You bite your lower lip. This is happening. Fuck, you didn’t prepare for this, but you’re excited. “Come here.”

There is no room in his tone for arguments. You leave your desk and walk slowly over to him, your insides tingling with anticipation.

“What’s my punishment?”

“How many questions did you miss?” he asks, ignoring your question.

“Ten.”

“That’s how many times I’m going to spank you.”

Your breath hitches. “But sir--”

“Come over here.”

Again, there is no room for argument. Your pussy grows wet at the thought of his hand marking your ass red. You walk to the other side of the desk, and you’re about to turn to face him when he moves so you’re forced to keep your back to him.

“Raise your dress and bend over.” You hesitate a bit too long. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You could say no and walk away. He’s not going to force you to do anything. You could give yourself an out. You don’t. Instead, you grab the hem of your dress and lift it over your ass, showing off your black thong to him. You bend over his desk, pressing your chest flush against the cool wood.

“I want you to count.” He brings his hand down onto your ass, causing you to yelp in surrpise. “If you don’t count, we start all over.”

“One,” you pant.

Smack! You squeak out the second number, already losing focus. Spanking is a big turn-on for you. Hotch rubs your sore cheek with one hand, bringing his other hand to your other cheek.

“Three!” you gasp.

Smack! Smack! Smack! They come in quick bursts, and you do your best to keep voicing the number you’re on. Only four more. Hotch presses his obvious bulge into the crack of your ass while kneading your cheeks. Fuck, he even feels big. He pulls away and slaps both cheeks at the same time, and you count out number seven and eight.

“Fuck, you’re doing such a good job. Two more. Can you handle it?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please.”

Hotch grins and smacks you twice more, satisfaction running through his body when he hears how needy you are in your voice.

“What a good girl. Fuck, you’re soaked, and I’ve barely begun.”

Hotch sits back down and runs his fingers along the tiny fabric between your legs. He hooks his finger and pulls your panties to the side, and he almost groans at how wet you are. You whine when you feel his finger tracing your entrance, gathering the wetness that sits there.

Without warning, he shoves a finger inside of you, and your back arches. At this point, you’re wet enough so that Hotch slips right in without resistance. He leans forward and presses a kiss to your reddened skin, and you moan when he curls his finger in you. He slowly pulls it out, only to put two into you when he pushes forward.

“Fuck, please, Professor. I’ve been a good girl,” you beg.

“You have, haven’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good things come to good girls who behave.”

Hotch pulls his fingers out of you and sticks one of them into his mouth. Fuck, he’s never tasted anything like this. So tangy yet with a hint of sweetness. He leans over you and puts his middle finger to your mouth.

“Taste how wet you are.”

You don’t think twice about taking his middle finger into your mouth. While you lick and suck your juices off his finger, he undoes his pants with his other hand. You moan and push back into him, impatient for his cock. He pulls his finger out of your mouth and stands up straight, pulling his cock from his briefs.

“I have condoms with me, unless you prefer not to have them.”

“I’m clean, and I’m on birth control,” you pant.

“I’m clean, too. You want me bare? To feel every inch of me as I slide into this pretty cunt?”

“Yes, Professor. Please, fuck me.”

He grabs your hips with one hand and pumps himself with the other hand. “Well, when you beg like that, how can I say no?”

Hotch runs the tip of his cock through your folds before pushing in. You gasp at how big he is, and it takes everything in you not to push back against him. In one quick thrust, he seats himself in you.

“Fuck!” you gasp.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs so that your head is off his desk. He stays like that for a moment, just allowing you to feel how full you are, and allowing himself not to come right there and then. It’s been a while since he’s had sex, and he doesn’t want this moment to be over before it’s even begun.

He starts off slow, pulling out and watching himself slide right back in. What a sight to behold. So wet for him. He can see his cock is shiny with your pussy whenever he pulls out. He wonders what you’d look like on your knees sucking him clean. Another fantasy for another day.

Then, he starts to pick up the pace, watching as your red ass jiggles whenever he slams into you. You’ve never been quiet during sex, and while he’d love to hear every single moan, this place isn’t soundproof. He’d hate for someone to try and come in while he’s fucking you. The door is locked, but that doesn’t mean they won’t get someone who has the keys.

He lets go of your hair and snakes his hand to your mouth, muffling your moans. He presses the front of his body to your back, pinning you flush against the desk. His soft grunts fill your ears as does the sound of his cock slamming into you. Fuck, this is so much better than you could have hoped for.

The spanking got you halfway to an orgasm, so you’re close without him touching your clit. Normally, you need that to come, but you’re so caught in the moment that you can’t think of anything else but coating his cock with your cum.

“Does my student want to come?” he grunts out.

“Please. Let me come,” you beg with his hand still over your mouth.

“What was that? You have to speak up if you want me to hear you,” he smirks.

Pleasure spikes your entire body as he quickens his thrusts. He’s close, whether he wants to admit it or not. He seems like the kind of man who wants his women to come before him, so you try something to bring him closer to the edge. You clench around his cock, making it slightly harder for Hotch to move.

“It’s like that, huh? Fuck,” he curses. “Are you close?” You nod rapidly. “Come for me. I want you to fucking soak my cock with your cum.”

Fuck, he even talks dirty well. His thrusts get deeper and hit a spot you never knew existed. Stars explode in your vision as you’re brought to orgasm. Your body jerks as your pussy spasms around his cock. Hotch moans softly and thrusts once more before shooting his load inside of you. He removes his hand from your mouth, and you drop your head to the desk.

“Fuck,” you gasp.

Hotch looks down and sees a bit of your mixed cum leaking out of you. He slowly pulls out, making you wince from the pressure. His cum leaks down your thigh, but he’s quick to catch it. He scoops up whatever he can and pushes his cum back into you.

“Now, when you walk out of here, I want you to feel me running down your thighs.”

“Yes, sir,” you whisper.

Hotch puts your panties back in place before lowering your skirt. You try to stand, but your legs wobble slightly. You turn to see him tuck himself back inside his pants. A sense of uneasiness settles over you. Not for what you two just did, but for what you should do now. Should you suggest he come over? To dinner? Just leave without a word? You can’t come to this class and not think about what you two did.

“Here, I want you to have this.” He reaches into his briefcase and takes out a small business card. His business card. It has his name and phone number on it. “When you get home tonight, and your pussy weeps for me again, call me. Maybe this time, I’ll properly fuck you.”

Oh, shit. You take the card with a shaky hand and grab your bag. He sits down at his desk and fixes the papers to be more organized. He doesn’t look up again. His cum slowly leaks out of you as you hurry away, and the thought of doing this again brings a smile to your face.

Maybe this won’t be a one-off thing. Maybe you might have the affair of your fantasies.

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💌 REQUESTED by anon ──── A bit shorter than usual, but I haven’t posted anything in almost 2 weeks, and this request was the perfect excuse. Thank you so much for your support!! Hope you like it 🤍🎀

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✧₊⁺ summary ──── After a particular tiring day at work, Lando comes back home to his girlfriend, happy to fall asleep next to her. Unfortunately, he has a habit of not thinking before he speaks so, next thing she knows, she’s determined to prove him wrong. As many times as possible.

✧₊⁺ pairing ──── Lando Norris x she/her reader

✧₊⁺ rating ──── explicit

✧₊⁺ category ──── F/M

✧₊⁺ warnings ──── 18+, mature/sexual content, established relationship, descriptive language, oral sex ─ (m)receiving, somnophilia (consensual, implied), teasing and a bit of edging, swearing, mild dominance.

✧₊⁺ word count ──── 2.9k

✧₊⁺ date ──── Feb. 10, 2025

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THEY DIDN’T TEXT much throughout the day, because she knows how busy he’s been at work lately. Instead, she follows the same routine she recently fell into: she wakes up next to him, they have a quick breakfast together, then watches the door Lando rushes out every morning for a good half hour, contemplating. After that, she occupies the rest of the day with her own work, or curled up with a book on the couch, waiting for the same damn door to open.

The moment she hears the familiar jingle of keys, she looks up with the same excitement as yesterday, and the day before, and the day before…

Lando steps inside, looking exhausted. His curls are a mess from the cap he’s been wearing all day, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion, and there are faint shadows beneath his eyes, evidence of a long day at the MTC.

He barely manages a tired smile when he sees her, “Hey, pretty,” says Lando, dropping his bag by the door before trudging towards her.

She gets up, arms already outstretched in anticipation. He’s almost melting into her embrace, burying his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her scent in. For some reason, his deep sigh gives away more than words ever could, and she catches it instantly.

“Rough day?” the girl asks, rubbing soothing circles into his back. His muscles are tensed, yet soft under her palm.

Lando groans in response, tightening his hold on her. “You have no idea,” he exhales, relieved that he’s finally home.

“Oh, baby. I think I do,” she teases, pulling back to look at him, “You smell like grease and exhaustion.”

He chuckles, eyes twinkling despite his fatigue. “That bad?”

She scrunches her nose dramatically, “Mhm. Go shower, stinky. I’ll wait for you in bed.”

Lando doesn’t argue. He presses a quick kiss to her temple before shuffling toward the bathroom, stripping his hoodie off along the way. She watches him disappear behind the door, then heads to the bedroom, where she starts fluffing his pillows and making sure his side of the bed is just the way he likes it: neat sheets, a warm blanket, and her, not-so-patiently waiting for him on her side.

By the time Lando steps out of the shower, towel slung low around his hips, he looks slightly more alive. His damp curls cling to his forehead, and he’s rubbing a hand through them as he walks toward the bed.

“You’re an angel, you know that?” he asks with a wide smile on his face, noticing her efforts to make his night a bit easier.

Lando grabs the towel from around his waist, using it to dry his curls, completely unbothered by his own nakedness. She follows his big frame as he crosses the room, mesmerized, while the muscles in his back shift with each movement; in moments like this, she percieves Lando as a man that’s so effortlessly graceful. There’s something almost god-like about him, she thinks, like a sculpture carved by the hands of an artist obsessed with perfection: the sharp lines of his shoulders, the defined curve of his spine and, most distracting of all, the firm shape of his ass.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as he reaches for a fresh pair of boxers, blissfully unaware of the effect he has on her, pulling them up over his hips in one smooth motion.

Then, he simply slips beneath the blanket with a sigh. “Got the weekend for ourselves, but at what cost?” he chuckles, “I’m so tired, I swear I could sleep through an earthquake,” Lando yawns, stretching out before shooting her a lazy grin. “You could even blow me in the morning, I won’t be moved, baby! Dead asleep for the next couple of days.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes.

Wanna bet?

“Oh, nice,” she ends up saying, trying her best not to sound offended.

“Just saying,” he smiles mischievously, already halfway to dreamland.

The girl shakes her head, humming at his words, but doesn’t contradict him. Instead, she shifts closer once he flips on his stomach, and starts running her nails lightly up and down his back, the way she knows he loves. At that, Lando’s body relaxes almost immediately, a soft sigh of contentment slipping past his lips.

Patiently, she starts drawing lazy patterns over his skin, listening intently as his breathing slows. And suddenly, seeing him falling asleep while she gently scratches his back, she realizes that all the waiting during the day is worth it, as long as Lando will always return to their bed at the end of it.

With a small smile on her face, she watches as his long fingers loosen their grip around the pillow, and the crease between his eyebrows fades.

And, despite his earlier comment, she makes a tiny mental note to prove him wrong in the morning.

THE FIRST THING she notices when she wakes up is how hot she is.

Lando’s entire weight presses against her body, his arm draped over her waist, and his face buried in the crook of her neck. He always sleeps like this, clinging to her even in unconsciousness, as if he can’t stand the thought of being deprived of her touch for one second. His breath is steady against the skin of her neck, while his curls are tickling her shoulder.

She sighs softly, shifting just enough to glance at the clock on the nightstand — it’s almost noon, and as much as she wants to stay like this and let Lando sleep in, cocooned in his arms, her bladder has other plans. So, carefully, she attempts to get out of his embrace, prying his arm from around her waist inch by inch.

Lando grumbles in protest, fingers flexing against her hip, but he doesn’t wake up that easily.

When she finally manages to slip out of bed, she tiptoes toward the bathroom, casting one last glance at him over her shoulder: still dead asleep, sprawled out now, his curls a mess against the pillow. That’s when she remembers his words from the night before, and her lips curl into a knowing smirk.

After she returns, she finds Lando on his back, the sheets tangled between his legs, one arm resting above his head to block the only ray of light that, ironically, landed on his face. She crosses the bedroom to pull the curtains all the way, and the room immediately floods in a semi-dark filter.

Then silently, she slides back into bed, her hands ghosting over his skin as she untangles the sheets. He looks painfully beautiful in the morning, the warmth radiating from his body seeping into her fingertips. She takes her time, letting her touch linger as she traces absentminded patterns over his stomach.

Lando shifts slightly, but his breathing remains even, somehow encouraging her hand to move lower.

The fabric of his boxers is soft beneath her fingers, but what catches her attention is the heat beneath it, and the hardening shape of his cock as she palms him gently. At that, a slow exhale leaves Lando’s lips, his hips tilting just slightly, but he gets sucked back into his sleep like it never happened.

She continues her cautious movements, fingertips pressing more firmly, drawing lazy strokes through the fabric. His body is responding instinctively, his cock hardening beneath her touch with each passing second. The faintest hitch in his breath makes something curl low in her stomach, and her pulse quickens as she slips her hand beneath the waistband, feeling the smooth, hot skin against her palm.

Lando stirs, a muted noise escaping through his lips, but his body is still heavy next to her.

She bites her lip to stop a whimper coming out, watching him closely as she runs her thumb along the tip, feeling the slick warmth there. A shiver rolls through him, Lando’s hips shifting again, just a little bit, as if seeking more of her touch.

Without even realizing, her mouth goes dry, her own breath unsteady now. Her cheeks burn as she looks at him, laid out beneath her. He’s thick and heavy in her hand, the heat of him searing against her palm. She strokes him slowly, teasingly, scanning the way his body reacts even without full consciousness.

The memory of his taste lingers on her tongue before she’s even taken him in — warm, heady, Lando. The anticipation is making her head spin as she pumps him once, twice, three times, feeling the way he throbs while wrapped around her hand.

With one goal in mind, she leans in, letting her lips brush against his hip, just barely, teasing herself as much as him. And then, with intent, she replaces her hand with her mouth — inviting and wet and ready to take him in without hesitation. Her lips are parting around his length, and the first thing that strikes her is the way he pulses against her tongue, the skin velvet-smooth over the rigid firmness beneath. The faint taste of salt lingers, a mix of him and the remnants of her teasing, making her stomach tighten with want.

She moves meticulously at first, savoring the weight of him, and the stretch of her lips as she takes him deeper. Then, without meaning to, a soft moan escapes her, vibrating around him; the sound surprises her, but not as much as the way Lando reacts at the sensation, a deep, unconscious whine slipping from his parted lips. It makes her smirk against his skin, but she doesn’t rush the process. This is about proving a point, about making him regret the words he so carelessly tossed at her the night before.

Her tongue moves with purpose now, swirling over the sensitive skin as she works him up with rhythmic strokes of her hand. She can’t take him all the way in her mouth, but that doesn’t mean she won’t try to ruin him in every other way.

When he throbs against her tongue again, that’s her sign to start sucking, her lips sealing around his cock as her tongue swirls over the sensitive ridge beneath his tip. The slick sounds that follow, a mix of her spit and his pre-cum, are animated by her breath that’s both shallow and eager.

She pulls him out with a wet pop, licking around the head, teasing the slit before dragging her tongue from base to tip, savoring every inch of him. Then she takes him in again, deeper this time, her pace steady, determined to draw out every last reaction from him.

And luckily, a soft sound escapes Lando’s lips — a barely-there whimper, the kind that makes her thighs press together instinctively. He stirs, his hand moving as if to find her, but when his fingers meet the empty pillow on her side instead of her warm body, he shifts, confused. His lashes flutter, brows furrowing just as he blinks himself into consciousness.

Then it hits him.

The wet heat of her mouth.

The torturous rhythm of her tongue.

The way her fingers work in tandem, stroking him with just enough pressure to have his breath catching in his throat.

She should stop now that she managed to wake him up. Nothing would be more satisfying then hearing him begging for release, first thing in the morning. But then, Lando inhales sharply, and exhales deeply with a throaty sound, as his head falls back against his pillow. Seeing what she does to him is better then hear him beg at the moment, so she continues with her movements, as dedicated as ever.

“Fuck,” Lando’s voice is hoarse, sleep-rough and so wrecked already.

She peeks up at him, making sure he’s watching when she takes him deeper, then she makes sure to keep eye contact as she presses her tongue insistently against the sensitive slit at his tip.

Lando’s reaction is instant: a sharp moan, hips twitching involuntarily while his hand finds her hair. His fingers tighten, not pushing, just holding, desperately needing to anchor himself to reality since she’s pulling him under so effortlessly.

“Shit, baby,” he breathes, eyes dark and hooded as he looks down at her.

She smirks with his cock in her mouth, the curve of her lips sinful as she bats her lashes, feigning innocence. Lando lets out a strangled laugh, but it quickly dissolves into another moan when she presses her tongue more firmly against his swollen tip, sucking just a little harder.

He is panting now, his grip in her hair tightening just as his hips lift slightly, torn between wanting to let her have her way and the desperate urge to fuck her mouth.

“You’re—fuck, you’re divine,” he praises, “So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

She hums as his thighs twitch beneath her, his chest rising and falling in shaky breaths. She can feel how close he is, his muscles tensing, his grip on her hair turning almost desperate. But just when he’s teetering on the edge, she pulls away with yet another obscene little pop.

Lando whines, his head snapping to glare at her, but she only grins, sliding up to lie beside him. Her hand never stops, though, her fingers still wrapped around his cock, stroking at an infuriatingly agonizing pace.

“Still think you’d sleep through it?” she teases, eyes sparkling with mischief.

Lando groans, hips shifting restlessly beneath her touch. “You’re evil.”

She chuckles, pressing a kiss to his jaw as her hand picks up speed. “And?”

“I love it.”

A couple more strokes, a slight twist of her wrist, and Lando comes with a shuddering moan, his release spilling hot all over his lower stomach. His entire body tenses beneath her before melting back into the mattress, so sweetly spent. He’s beautiful like this — flushed and panting, his curls falling against his forehead.

Lando lets out another shaky breath, chest still heaving, before cracking an exhausted, blissed-out smile. “I never questioned your ability to blow me, you know. I talk trash when I’m tied, but this is the first time I’m glad I did.”

She smiles, leaning in to kiss him, the gesture so natural. By the time she pulls away, he looks utterly wrecked.

“Yeah, yeah,” she says against his lips, smug and entirely pleased with herself.

Lando huffs out a breathless laugh, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. She tries to move, but before she can so much as shift, Lando’s arms tighten around her. With effortless strength, he pulls her back into his embrace, rolling her until she’s straddling his waist.

“Not so fast,” he says, his voice still thick with sleep, lips brushing against her jaw.

The sudden change in positions makes her gasp, her thighs pressing instinctively around him. His hands settle at her waist, warm and firm, holding her like she belongs nowhere else but on top of him. She can feel him beneath her, so warm and solid, the remnants of his pleasure sticky against the soft fabric of her panties.

The realization makes heat raising up her neck and cheeks.

Lando notices, and his half-lidded gaze flickers up to meet hers, dark amusement glinting in his tired yet satisfied eyes. “Yeah?” he hums, tilting his head back against the pillow. He guides her hips just slightly, his grip lazy but intentional, watching the way she shivers at the sensation. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

She doesn’t answer, but the way she bites her lower lip gives it away.

One of his hands slides beneath her shirt, fingers tracing the soft skin of her thigh before hooking around the edge of her panties. He tugs them aside so easily, and the moment the cool air meets her sensitive skin, she lets out a sharp breath.

“Well,” Lando’s voice is barely louder than a sleepy mumble now, raspy and dripping with satisfaction. “Let’s see what can I do for you, baby.”

His fingers tease over her clit, featherlight at first, enough to make her body jolt at the sensitivity. Then, with slow precision, he brings his hand to his stomach and gathers the remnants of his release on his fingertips, using it to spread it over her as he traces slow, torturous circles against her entrance. The sensation makes her body melt, a soft whimper slipping past her lips as her hips rock instinctively into his touch.

Lando groans at the reaction, his own breath stuttering slightly. “So eager, aren’t you?” he asks, letting his fingers slip further, dipping between her folds, feeling just how ready she already is to take whatever he has to offer.

The girl gasps, nails digging into his shoulders as her body clenches around nothing when he pulls his finger out, craving much more. Lando grins lazily beneath her, rubbing agonizing circles over her most sensitive spot before pressing two fingers inside this time, the stretch both delicious and teasing.

She shudders, her thighs twitching as she tries to close them, but he doesn’t let her. Lando’s free hand grips her hip, keeping her open just enough for him to keep teasing.

“Bet I can make you come just from this, hm? What do you say?”

He’s not even trying, and she knows he can do it. He’s done it before, and they both remember exactly how wrecked she was when he did. So, she doesn’t hate the thought and, as she tilts her head slightly, her lips are curling into a smug little smirk.

“Bet?” she asks, knowing she’ll win, no matter the outcome.

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Fic Recs (steve harrington)

just some of my favorite one-shots or series i’ve read on ao3 and few from tumblr. all works ranging from 1.5k to 30k+ i believe. 18+ readers!

some have a tumblr that i tagged, but others i couldn’t find . i am doing this on mobile which is a bit difficult haha! i read these all (except 2) on ao3 so the links will be ao3. i know some are here on tumblr but i didn’t realize till after reading and making this! <3

steve harrington

come home by @stevie-petey <3💕

-"come home to me, okay?"

"always," steve promises

in between saving will, then hawkins, then somehow the world, you fall in love with steve harrington.

(a stranger things rewrite).

dancing with our hands tied by @andvys

-You and Steve have never seen eye to eye, and it never changed, not even when you were pulled into a world of monsters and risked your life to save him. But tension had always been between you both, something that neither of you ever wanted to admit -- but how much longer can you take it when the pull between you gets stronger and stronger each second you spend by each others side?

paint me red by eddiemunsons ao3

-You're one of Vickie's best friends. Her girlfriend, Robin, is in need of a distraction for her best friend, Steve Harrington, who you vaguely remember from school. Which is where you come in.

i’m your idiot by thebestandworstdayofjune ao3 @thebestandworstdayofjune

-Steve Harrington has a way of worming himself into your heart, and social situations you had done your best to exclude him from.

small hands, big heart by finalgirlharrington ao3 @sexybabystevie

-Steve Harrington has a massive crush on you, but his recent lack of luck in the romantic sense has him stuck on how to make a move. Plus, something about you makes him nervous in a way he's never been – in a way he likes. His simplest solution? Flirting via the old 'comparing hand sizes' method.

promise by Harley_Honey_Quinn ao3

-Reader learns about Steve's feelings thanks to some Russian truth serum.

kiss me by @corrodedseraphine

-Your friend is desperately trying to find a person who will give him something more. Wanting to feel what it's like to be loved again and after many failed dates he gets the idea that it's time to go back to King Steve's famous tactics. Telling him that it's not the best idea gets you involved in a deal where you have to help him get another girl. Will helping the boy you're in love with turn out to be a good idea? Probably not.

every rose has its thorn by @corrodedseraphine

-Christmas is coming to Hawkins. It is a time of joy and forgiveness. It turns out that your sister's best friend is looking for a new place to live, and you happen to have a spare room in the apartment. It wouldn't be a problem if that friend wasn't Steve Harrington. A man whom the more you try to avoid even more often comes back like a boomerang.

hearts on the telephone line by t_lostinworlds ao3 @t-lostinworlds

-You thought Steve was okay dealing with a long-distance relationship after you moved for an exciting internship in New York. But you were proven so wrong when your boyfriend finally poured his feelings over the phone. Because distance wasn't making his heart grow fonder, it was breaking it.

competitively stupid by t_lostinworlds ao3 @t-lostinworlds

-It was stupid, jumping off a cliff just to prove that you were better than Steve fucking Harrington. But you were competitive. You were not losing to him. But you know what was stupider? For it to take a near-death situation for you both to confess what you truly feel for each other.

perfect blend by Your_Writer ao3

-No one likes their summer job. Working at a coffee shop was sticky, exhausting, and overall boring. In fact, the highlight of your day was the charming, gentle eyed sailor scooping USS Butterscotch just across the way.

the things we don’t say by rdrickheffley ao3

-Steve Harrington once was the bane of Y/n's existence. He had always been an arrogant asshole and a terrible kisser. She never understood how others fell for the boy's eye-roll worthy charm. Now it seems like he will do anything to prove her wrong about anything.

next time? by rdrickheffley ao3

-Three instances where Steve and reader find themselves in intimate situations.

candyfloss and confessions by ACourtofSnakesandStars ao3

-You’ve been in love with Steve Harrington for years, like every cliche come to life. You’ve battled monsters, found friends within kids with superpowers, and you even managed to graduate. Yet the one thing you’ve never been able to do, is tell Steve how you feel. But maybe you don’t need to wait any longer.

a night to remember by RaeWrites94 ao3

-Steve has to attend his 10 year high school reunion and somehow manages to convince you to go as his date and his fake girlfriend. You've had feelings for him for a long time, but figure, why not? You could probably survive an evening of pretending he liked you back and come out unscathed. Right?

with bated breath by brianmay ao3

-Rumors fly after you attend Steve Harrington’s party one weekend in September. Thinking they were his doing, you do everything in your power to avoid him, which proves easier said than done.

cross my heart (and hope to die) by @talesofesther

-Every time Steve gets hurt, you're there to help pick up the pieces; you just weren't expecting him to fall for you in the process.

tales of a love between the lines by @talesofesther

-Sometimes the thing we want most is right in front of us, and Steve might be just that for you; all you have to do is see what he’s been showing you for a long time.

love is easy by seidenbros ao3

-The day you wrote I love you on a post-it note before you'd said the words out loud, and it's the best note Steve ever got.

everything means nothing if i can’t have you by iridescentpetrichor ao3

-Steve and Y/N go on a double date to impress the other one, but it's only so long until the tension between the two breaks.

you’re not by frostandflames ao3 @frostandflamesfanfic

-The year is 1985, you're on a school field trip to cheer on Hawkins High at the championship game before spring break. When the game doesn't pan out as expected, you're even more surprised to discover the one and only Steve Harrington in only his underwear at your hotel room after being locked out by his teammates. What happens when the two of you have a little heart to heart?

last christmas by frostandflames ao3 @frostandflamesfanfic

-You and Steve had always been childhood friends-and remained that way. As Steve ping-pongs around in his relationship status, you have a hard time keeping your feelings to himself as Nancy surrounds his entire world. What Steve doesn't know is his relationship to Nancy may end your own with Steve.

the scoundrel and the princess by @mrshipsmcgee

-after an awkward run in with Tommy Hagan, Steve Harrington is invited to an awful party where he meets a beautiful stranger.

cling by aloevera

-For as long as you could remember, you and Steve have been close. What others see as clingy, Steve sees as comforting, right? Or, you fell in love with your best friend and suddenly, everything is too much.

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Hi! Can I ask for Damon Salvatore and the female reader where Damon follows the female reader because he is jealous like about Elena in episode 7 of season 6 in Withmore Medical Center Fundraiser

Thank you for the request, sorry for the wait I’ve had a lot of these to get through, I hope you enjoy the read <3!!

She’s mine she just doesn’t know it yet

Series: The vampire diaries

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Female Reader

Summary: Request ❤️

Warnings: kissing, little bit of fighting, erm drinking?

Ring Ring

I walked over to my bed in my towel as I twisted my hair up in another. Damon was ringing. My forehead wrinkled wondering what he wanted, so I reached over and picked it up.

“Hello?” I answered taking a seat now on the bed.

“Ello ello, you alright?” Damon answered, the sounds in the background of his call made it obvious he was driving his car. I laughed at how he’d answered the phone.

“I’m fine, how are you?” I answered back shaking my head a little while smiling too myself.

“I’ll be great in about twenty minutes when I come and pick you up”. He responded without a question in sight. My brows knitted together.

“Damon- I can’t, I’m busy tonight” I told him as I felt my forehead sweat a little. I probably would have preferred hanging out with Damon.

“Busy? Doing what?” He questioned, his tone changing completely.

“I uh- I’ve been invited to a dance outside of town- it’s nothing major just a charity thing” I told him trying to play it down a little.

“A dance? Out of town? By who?” He asked all very quickly. I sighed deeply taking a long breath in.

“A boy i met recently, his name is Liam” I admitted, though I didn’t want to. I didn’t want Damon to get the wrong end of the stick, Liam was lovely but he wasn’t Damon. I just didn’t want him to think it was a date, I didn’t want either of them to think it was a date.

“So you’re going on a date?” He quizzed sounding a little taken back.

“No- I- I don’t know what it is, I’m just going out with a friend for the night” I told him, unsure of how he was going to take it.

“Alright” he eventually said after a few moments of silence.

“I have to go… I have to finish getting ready” I told him with a smile he obviously couldn’t see.

“I’ll see you later, enjoy your night” he told me a little plainly. Anyone could have seen through that.

“Thanks- goodbye” I replied sounding a little defeated myself.

I didn’t want him to find out what I was doing this evening. Especially not like this. He had plans for us, I could only imagine what we were going to get up to. I put my phone back on charge and carried on getting dressed. And tried not to think too much about Damon.

Not so long after, Liam was knocking at my door coming to pick me up. He was in a suit and had a wide smile across his face. “You look- outstanding” he blinked gazing upon me as if I was a god.

“Not too bad you’re self” I giggled coming out of the door and locking it. “I’m excited to spend this time with you” he put his arm out even though we were just going to his car. I gave him a warm smile and took hold of his bicep. “It’ll be fun, plus I love a dance, and for a great cause” I shrugged. Liam chucked and opened my car door for me.

The ride to the dance was quite a long journey, it was at least half an hour forty minutes away. At times the silence was a little awkward but we managed to fill it with laughter. But I think it was mainly my fault. I was only half in the car, the other half of me was still sat on that bed talking to Damon.

When we arrived Liam again put his arm out and we entered the building. The decorations were amazing, there were lights everywhere, a huge display of champagne glasses all stacked up on each other, chandeliers drooping from the ceiling. “It’s gorgeous in here” I gazing completely amazed by all the work put in.

“It gets bigger every year as more people recognise it” Liam told me, but he wasn’t looking at all the details, he was staring at me. I blushed under his eyes and he chucked. “You do look incredible tonight” he told me taking my hand in his. “Such polysyllabic words tonight” I raised an eyebrow trying to brush the compliment under the rug. “What can I say, straight A student” he brush off imagine dust off his shoulder making me laugh.

“Would you like to come meet my parents, they’re over there” he subtly nodding to the side of the room. But when I looked closer I realised that they weren’t alone, they were talking to another man. And that man was none other than Damon Salvatore. What the hell was he doing here- and how he look so handsome in a suit. I was going to need a drink for this.

“Why don’t you grab us some drinks first and then we can head over” I tilted my head pleading him with my eyes so that he couldn’t say no. “Now you’re getting the hang of it” he chucked rubbing my arm before heading off. As I turned around, Damon was standing in front of me. I jumped slightly, my eyes widening. “what the hell are you doing here” I hissed while pitching my eyebrows together.

“Coming to support- childline?” Damon looked around for any signs of what the charity was for. “It’s a disability charity” I shook my head trying to contain my laugh. “How’d you even get in, you weren’t on the list” “I’m a vampire y/n, I don’t need a list” he looked at me like I was stupid and to be fair it was a stupid question. “Well how did you know where I was?” I put my hands on my hips.

“Oh that part was pretty mundane I just tracked your phone” he shrugged his shoulders. I sighed taking a deep breath in not knowing what to do in this situation. “Oh look your dates coming back” his eyes gleamed at the new material as Liam came holding two drinks.

“Hello, I don’t believe I’ve seen you here you must be a new member” Liam smiled completely oblivious to the fact that Damon was about to eat him alive. He passed me my drink of white wine, to which I held my tongue for. “Damon Salvatore, newest member of- the charity” he looked at me side ways and raised his eyes “disability really is hard” “yes, it can make the simplest so difficult, that’s why we work to raise money to help fund an easier life for those who suffer with disability” Liam nodded, he seemed really proud of what he did.

I smelt the white wine as they were talking but decided against taking a sip. Damon saw what was doing and tutted. “You do know, y/n doesn’t like white wine right?” He shook his head condescendingly. “Damon” I whispered in horror. “Oh- I didn’t know- have you two already met?” “Oh me and y/n go way back, don’t we” he smiled a little psychotically.

“We have- mutual friends” I smiled awkwardly at Liam who looked like he wanted to melt into the floor. “Oh come on it’s more than that” Damon rolled his eyes really enjoying this. “What are you doing” I hissed at him dangerously. “So uh did you two come together?” Damon asked Liam turning back to him. “Yeah, y/n is my date” he nodded. I almost choked on the air.

I coughed into my hand as they both stared at me. “We didn’t actually clarify w…” but Damon cut me off. “That’s amazing im so happy for you both, it’s nice to know y/n is with a man who can’t even get her drink right” Damon patted Liam on the chest. “Is there a problem?” Liam stepped a little close to Damon, with a serious face slapped across his own. “You tell me?” Damon chuckled turning to me after “confident this one huh” he wriggled his eyebrows.

“Damon” I whispered begging him not to cause any problems. “You need to leave us alone, or there will be a problem” Liam gritted his teeth together. He put his drink on a near by table as if he was getting ready for a fight. I didn’t know what to do. “You know… Im just not convinced you’re right for her you know? I feel like I’m a good judge of character and- you’re just not cutting it” Damon told him, again being overly condescending.

“Who says you have a right to decide that?” Liam laughed, but I watched as that just pissed Damon off more. “I do” he shoved Liam, not too hard but he still stumbled back a little. With that Liams whole face changed and he swung for Damon. He ducked it not even having to think about it and shoved him again. Just making him more and more angry. Liam tried to punch him again but Damon blocked it and push him a little harder making him fall onto the floor.

“Stop it!” I called out noticing everyone was watching. “Damon outside now!” I pointed to the doors. Liam stood up from the floor and slipped his arm around my waist. Damon scowled at us both before turning around and leaving through the doors. “What a prick” Liam exclaimed once Damon was gone. “I’m gonna go talk to him” I weaved my way out of his arm. “Why? Just let him be he’s gone now” “because I lied- we’re friends- we’re more than that liam we’re close- I need to find out what his problem is”.

Liams eyes looked sad, as if he knew he’d already lost. “Okay” he finally answered taking a step back from me. I gave him a small sympathetic smile, because when it came to Damon I knew Liam always lost too. I fluttered out of the doors and into the cold night. I saw Damon sitting on one of the fences looking up at the night. I wondered over to him coming in front and resting my arms on his knees. “Damon” “I’m sorry” he told me automatically before he even looked at me. He was now. I could see he was sorry.

It was written all over his face. “I am” “I can see that…” I sighed getting a little closer to him. “Why are you sorry” “for coming, I should have just let you enjoy your date and if you picked him then..” he shrugged his shoulders looking back up to the moon. “What- do you mean if I picked him?” I stuttered feeling my throat go dry. “Hm, I suppose that is confusing, I would have had to make myself an option for you to pick him”.

I blinked in disbelief. Is he saying he came here to pick a fight with Liam- because he was jealous? “If you were an option Damon, i wouldn’t be here..” I replied in a small voice. His head turned to mine at the speed of light. “I am an option- maybe not a very good one- I’m a jealous, headstrong, stupid option but- I am one”. I chuckled to myself brushing my thumbs over his knees. “You’re the only option I want” I whispered looking down at the floor.

Damon jumped down from sitting on the fence, yet still towered over me. He lifted my head up with his pointy finger so I was looking into his eyes. “All this time I was jealous of these boys looking at you, talking to you, dating you- and all this time, really you liked me?”. I nodded my head as goosebumps traveled all up my skin under his touch. “Hmm- well we’ve wasted a lot of time then” Damon told me making my laugh.

“We can make up for it” I brushed my hands up his arms feeling his biceps, which were much bigger than Liams. “Might as well start now then” Damon smiled pulling me in for a kiss.

Finally, heaven.

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Preds propaganda time!!!!!

It's so much fun being a fan of a shit team since it's always a treat if they win and it's never too hard when they lose

It is also investment for the future when we figure out what is wrong with us and then fix it and become Super Mega Good (I am coping)

Our notable achievement of the year is that to date, we are the only team to have beaten the Jets twice!!!! We killed a 5 on 3 penalty when they have the best pp in the league in the second win!!!!!!! I will never get over this!!!!!!!!

We are brightass yellow and I have convinced myself this is a perk

I mean our vibes aren't like on par with the Sharks' level or anything but it's Smashville man it's hard to have a truly shit time there's always fun to be had

Ok time for OUR GUYS!!!!

Our goalie tandem may not have top 3 stats but they are certainly top 3 in vibes!!!!! They are both Juice!!!! There is a big juice (Justus Annunen, who we got in November from the Avs) and a little juice (Juuse Saros who is my precious beautiful talented boy. I could go on about him for ages. He is (I'm pretty sure) the smallest goalie in the nhl, he is one of the most played goalies in the nhl, his team lets him get killed every night, I love him)

Our captain is the most beautiful captain in the nhl!!! Roman Josi when will you return from IR I MISS YOU

We have Filip Forsberg, known talented goalscorer and mustache haver!!

We have Preds Edition!Steven Stamkos, which is not the same as Regular Lightning Steven Stamkos!! The former is like the playable character version of the latter's video game boss. On one hand he had a hot week recently and is a goal away from sole possession of 22nd most goals scored in the nhl all time and on the other he scored an own goal that was credited to the Islanders' Sorokin for his first goalie goal the other week.

We have Ryan O'Reilly, who everybody wants BUT NOBODY WILL TAKE HE IS OURS AND WE HAVE HIM (He was a hot topic at the trade deadline because he's so good at hockey)

Currently our top dpair is noted silver fox Brady Skjei and noted cutie patootie Nick Blankenberg (he is literally my comfort Blanky)

We have so many full time children (23 or younger) and part time children (regular callups) right now I can't go into too much detail but trust me they're all swell

That is all I have for now thank you for your consideration as always I am preds ambassador come visit me any time at my embassy (my blog) <3

~@ittybittyjuice

HELLO!! I have been saving this one I’m sorry it took so long!! Lots of things on the back burner and life is ticking on <33 Thank you so much for taking the time to write this up and send it to me I will peep at the Preds tag soon I am so excited to get to know your little guys. Some thoughts about them:

Their tragicomedy calls out to me like the scent of a home cooked meal I love when things are so sad they’re a little bit funny. wdym your gm went all-in during offseason on big fish free agents and the team exploded anyways I’d call that hammy if it happened in a TV show <- JUST REALLY FUNNY AND INTERESTING TO ME

Roman Josi.

Comfort Blanky <- ur so good at this wwhy isnt preds lb yuge

I really need to know about little Fyodor Svechkov if you have anything on him. I’ve seen two (2) silly clips of him in media and he’s my point of reference for the Preds he’s the face of the franchise to me

You’re cool as hell for reaching out to other teams on here and trying to grow your community!! (I’m a supporter of everyone’s right to be a hater of course. Personallyyyyy I think the hockey communities on tumblr become smaller, meaner, less fun spaces when we isolate ourselves. Cross-pollination is KEY!!!!)

Thanks for coming to hang out <33 you make hockeyblr a warmer and brighter place for everyone !!!

Roman Josi

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Please I need more strength kink like you wrote for König but for the text of the COD men. Does Soap show off and lift heavier when he sees you saunter into the gym? Does Ghost try not to pay attention as you stare? I am down bad for these boys

So this is the most recent ask Ive gotten but dont fret my other requesters, yalls are taking more time bc they’re longer form pieces (I dont want to spoil but honeymoon/consummation night with Ghost (doing some research for this one), some Konig wifey bits (there’s two or three), and Ghost’s wife wearing his mask) Im so excited you all are interacting with me I just wanna say. I love you all *MUAH* big kiss.

Also I took Keegan off this one bc I don’t think I have a lot of Keegan fans reading? (ik I love him tho) so if anyone wants it just put a comment and I’ll write one and edit it so its in here.

Edit right here: I put Keegan down at the bottom. Dw Keegan girlies he’s here now.

Another edit: I put Krueger bc a reblog asked for it

Without much more here’s:

Strength Kink with the 141

Masterlist is pinned as always, also let me know if yall want any as full blown fics.

Price

Price is an “old dog” as he calls himself. He knows he’s getting softer, the wrinkles are setting in, he doesn't quite have the body he used to as a LT. Kinda got a dad bod after adopting 3 boys.

First time he sees you drool over him? He is down fucking bad. Will do anything to see his sweet lady all red in the face over him again.

Fucking saunters over to you, hits you with “you can feel if ya like, love. Go on.” just holds his arms away from his chest while he’s in his tank top.

If you take him up on this offer (and I assume yall are dating at this point) and even just grab at a peck, he is tense. His abs are tight, his butt is clenched, he is doing it all to seem like he still has his young and sharp LT body.

He knows you dont care and love his dad bod and all his soft pillowy goodness but sometimes he feels like the pillsbury dough boy.

Absolutely would pick you up and carry you bridal style at any chance.

Tells you he’s “just practicing” however he is very clearly showing off.

If you come find him at the gym to drool all over him, that max he was only supposed to do one of per set, he is not repping.

“John, are you sure- I’ve never seen you lift this much you look red-”

“I'm alright, love, just doing my reps trying to set a new pr.” Little do you know that by repping this, this is his new pr.

Gaz and Soap are sitting there mouth open because Price has never done that and not fallen over and now he just KEEPS. GOING.

And Price’s wife just keeps drooling over him as Simon spots the poor guy.

(This is what i mean btw)

Soap

The worst about it of them all.

I'm telling you right now, if you have an oral fixation on his muscles, he will mate for life like a swan. Because if you mark up his muscles he will do EVERY SINGLE WORK OUT shirtless until Ghost is like “Johnny. You look like a slut and smell like a whore with all that cologne. We’re in the bloody gym.”

He will walk around shirtless in the tightest sweatpants to show off his thighs and abs to you.

Will bench press you.

Put your weight on the hip thrust and will call you over or send videos of him doing it.

If you’re sitting somewhere he will just pick you up and move you for the hell of it under the excuse he wanted to sit there just to see you get red.

If you compliment his body once, I'M TELLING YOU ONE TIME, he will buy the TIGHTEST shirts imaginable around the house to show off his shoulders, back, pecs, biceps, and abs.

If you even mention having a bad day, your face is going between his pecs. He also absolutely can do the thing where he can flex them one at a time and he does it 24/7 for fun.

Catch him planking at the gym?

Feeling bold?Let’s shimmy under the poor bastard to look up at him.

“Do push ups.”

“Bonnie, the fuck you mean-”

“Come down, get a kiss, and go back up?”

“And if I fall? Which I won’t but I gotta ask.”

“Can’t feel any worse than when you dive onto the bed to wake me up in the mornings.”

He’s floored. Goes down, gets his kiss, comes up.

Price has watched Soap do more pushups than he ever has outside of a punishment when he was in basic training. Johnny has half the mind to let himself drop, smoother you in sweaty hugs and kisses. But he doesn’t. Not until he’s shown off. It’s embarrassing how much sweat is dripping from him though. He’ll just say you both need a shower.

Ghost

Totally doesn't flex when he hugs you.

Oh you think he does?

If you ask him, you’re wrong. Simon is the most casual of them all.

He’ll just randomly pick you up.

Like throw you over his shoulder, hold you like a koala, bridal style, you name it. Unlike Price, who is more careful about it, Simon has been doing exercises to work on his balance so he can safely carry you down a flight on stairs.

If he catches you staring, its over for him. He’s blushing under his lil mask, acting like he doesnt see you.

If you walk up and open your mouth to talk to him, he’s not listening to a word of that blabbery. He’s focused on the way you watch his legs while he’s in the leg press. How if he flexes a bit more you have the pause so you don’t choke on your words.

If you’re the bold on and you get down to the level of his head because he can’t easily escape this machine right now to say something. I'm thinking like a “Simon, I’m going to need a thigh riding session at 1800 hours. Put that on your damn schedule.” And just walk out. Don’t elaborate.

He’s struggling to get out of the machine, considering chasing after you, possibly having a stroke over it. He’s so flustered he’s down right gasping for air. If he didn’t have shit to do today he’d scoop you up and show you want all these muscles could do just to get you to feel like how flustered he is.

Konig

(see the fic about his wife seeing him lift, its on my masterlist (its pinned))

Gaz

By the time you’ve started dating, you know Gaz is jacked. Just look at him ffs. Anyone could see it.

So you do the only reasonable thing and insist on being his gym partner.

And in turn he will insist on spotting your squats.

If you get so nervous you fail a set his plan springs into action. Bro has it lifted in one hand. He doesn't care if it's a lot. He WILL be lifting it in one hand just so you can see how strong he is.

“Kiss for your savor?” He asks.

“Sure.” You reply, pecking his lips.

But no no no.

“Love, I meant you’re actual savor.” He’d say, flexing that one arm and pointing to it.

Just roll your eyes and do it. It’s easier.

He is GLOWING for the rest of the day. He will now take any and all opportunities to lift heavy things for you.

That big box? Lifted. Come kiss his muscles. Cuz if you don’t he's picking you up and putting you in air jail for being ungrateful.

I feel like because Gaz is so lean its kinda a sleeper build situation? Could be completely using that term wrong but IDC.

Lowkey loves nothing more than you feeling up his abs under his shirt when yall are going to bed. Like your hands feel so nice on them when he’s flexing extra hard so they’re rock solid for you.

First time yall cuddled he almost passed out because he was trying to keep his muscles flexed for so long.

Edit: here’s Keegan

Keegan

Keegan was always walking around the house in the sluttiest tank tops and the lowest waist line sweatpants you’ve ever seen.

He had been showing off since he first met you, so I’ll tell you how it happened.

What did he wear on your first date? Tight ass t shirt and a leather jacket with black jeans.

He essentially was giving a strip show when he slowly took off that jacket, made sure you were watching when he did it with a smug look.

“What wrong, doll? Distracted?” He was definitely flexing hard. Pecs and biceps on full display and don't get me started on how he was clenching to get his abs to show through.

He made sure to get real close to.

Oh dear is that a dirty puddle, let him just… yk… casually pick you up to carry you over the smallest puddle ever.

And when he’s at the gym? You are getting tons of selfies. Those videos of him curling weights that are slightly too heavy all because he knows you like the sound of the groans he makes as he struggles to lift it. Oh he is hip thrusting your weight and a half, so you know you’ll never be too heavy. There’s a video he sent that was 10+ minutes of just him thrusting your weight. You honestly thought it was looped.

Oh and he carries your weight when he runs on the treadmill so he knows he and run and keep you safe if need be.

Here’s Krueger (i got carried away, enjoy)

Krueger:

Sebstian knows he’s already strong.

Picking you up and benching you is his favorite hobby. The way you can't help but giggle and he has to scold you to stop wiggling.

He’s always throw around his weight with you. He knows he’s a big. He loves to lay on you to stop you from moving.

Loves to have you lay on his torso with the weight at his hips as he works on his hip thrusts. Got kicked out of a gym because it was dangerous so he got weights to do it at home. Will do it shirtless so you can trace his tattoos.

Definitely has never told you he committed murder because he doesn’t want you to stop looking at him like he’s your savior as you rub his sore muscles.

God he loves having you rub his muscles, he just tries not to drool as you rub his calves and biceps with all the force your hands can muster to gently rub the knots away. One time he felt so good he almost cried as you rubbed one out of the back of his neck, he got so bricked he couldnt help it he felt like he was gasping for air the pleasure was so intense.

He’d never tell you that tho, no he’d rather die and speak up and tell you how good it feels when your massage his muscles while planting small kisses after every knot you work out. Definitely going to keep asking you to work his aches away… wonder if he can convince you he has a knot in his dick, no no wouldn’t do that to you not yet.

[smoshyourheadin]

Meeting Trevor Evarts when mythical first bought smosh and instantly clicking from being the same age, only to seek eachother out in eachothers offices, and seeing how the relationship evolves as he becomes a cast member of smosh?

as a team

pairing: trevor evarts x f! reader

a/n: can i just say, im living for the trevor requests recently!! he’s so cutie pie eek!! requests open <3

you remember the day clearly. the news had just broken: mythical had acquired smosh, and the internet was buzzing with excitement. as a long-time fan of both companies, you couldn't believe your luck when you landed a job at smosh shortly after the acquisition.

your first day at the smosh offices was a whirlwind of introductions and new faces. everyone was so lovely, and brimming with the energy of the new beginning. amidst the chaos, you were introduced to trevor. you knew him from his time on mythical, and it turned out you were the same age, so ian put your guys’ desks next to eachother, and instantly, you felt a connection.

trevor extended his hand with a warm smile. "hey, i’m trevor. nice to meet you!"

you shook his hand, matching his smile, and introducing yourself. "nice to meet you too! i’ve been a fan of you since your mythical days."

"that’s awesome! it’s cool to meet someone my age here," he said, his eyes lighting up with genuine enthusiasm. "so, what’s your job here?"

you explained your position, something about social media, and the two of you chatted for a while about the changes and what you were looking forward to in this new era of smosh. from that first meeting, you found yourselves naturally gravitating towards each other. you discovered you had similar tastes in movies, music, and a shared sense of humor that made you click instantly.

as the days turned into weeks, you and trevor began hanging out during breaks, often finding yourselves in the offices watching youtube together. it became a routine: grabbing coffee together in the mornings, and talking late into the evening.

one day, as you both sat in the lunch office, trevor looked up from his phone with a thoughtful expression. "you know, it's been really great having someone like you around. i feel like we get each other, you know?"

you nodded, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "i feel the same way. it's like, we've known each other forever."

as time passed, trevor transitioned from being a sort of behind-the-scenes guy to becoming a cast member on smosh. you watched his journey with pride, supporting him at every turn. the bond between you two only grew stronger as he navigated this new phase of his career.

one evening, after a long day of filming, you found yourselves alone in the office once again. trevor leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "today was a good day. thanks for always being there for me."

"of course, trev. i wouldn't want to be anywhere else," you replied sincerely.

he paused, looking at you with an intensity you hadn’t seen before. "you know, i think we make a pretty good team. not just at work, but... everything."

your heart skipped a beat as you met his gaze. "i think so too."

from that moment, your relationship with trevor began to evolve into something more. you began dating shortly after, and it was more than you could’ve ever asked for. what’s started as an office-place acquaintance grew into a deep and loving relationship. you supported each other through the highs and lows of work and life, creating countless memories and jokes along the way.

as trevor continued to shine on smosh, you were right there beside him, proud of the journey you had both embarked on together. your guys’ bond had turned into an unbreakable partnership, built on chemistry that had been there from the very first day.

[starlight-drive-in]

You Know What They Say About Pineapples

After Neve introduced them to him, Emmrich has a new favorite fruit - pineapple. However, he doesn't know too much about them yet, luckily for him the team is willing to share their knowledge over a tropical drink. Poor Rook nearly dies of embarrassment.

This drabble is based on these 3 lines of banter between Neve and Emmrich regarding pineapples, don't ask me how I got here.

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There are some sexually charged glances and innuendo but no smut or anything. All in all this is quite silly but the thought would not leave me alone.

Takes place in the "still just flirting" stage of the relationship.

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It had been a long, arduous day of trampling through Arlathan, unlocking ancient elven ruins by way of solving mammoth-sized elven brain teasers, and disposing of whatever adversaries were still brave - or in Rook’s opinion - foolish enough to try their luck with The Veilguard. 

A silly name, but Bellara had been so excited when she came up with the idea of a team moniker that no one had the heart to deny her. Rook had caught the others saying it on occasion and it was really starting to stick despite the initial thought of it feeling silly.

Rook now sat at the dining hall table with Bellara, a rough schematic of an elven artifact lay out on the table between them. Both of them trying to decipher what was wrong with the similar one they had found earlier today near The Shoreside Ruins.

“I still think its timing parameters are misprogrammed.” Rook theorized, leaning over the sketch. 

“It’s more than that, It’s like it's missing the timing component completely.” Bellara noted, biting the inside of her cheek, a habit Rook had learned was an indicator of immense concentration in her energetic friend. “But if that's the case then…” Bellara trailed off.

Rook knew from experience that now was a good time for her to give the elven researcher a moment. If the past was any indicator, a breakthrough was imminent. Perhaps even before dinner, if whatever Lucanis was working on in the corner was as complicated as it looked. Rook leaned back in her seat with a sigh, wincing as her abdomen reminded her she had fallen straight into that ledge earlier. 

“You really have to get better at hopping ledges, Rook.” Davrin jabbed playfully from the other side of the table, knife and woodblock in hand, “I think I’ve seen that look on your face every day since I met you.” 

“It’s cuz she doesn’t work out.” Taash added, studying a recently finished figurine of the resident woodcarver’s, “Horns were bigger.” They decided after a moment. 

“Does traipsing around the forest all day not count as a workout?” Rook countered. “Barely.” Taash responded. “You’re not engaging your upper body at all, which is why you can’t pull yourself up for shit.” 

“I’m a necromancer, not a trapeze artist.” Rook defended. 

“Emmrich doesn’t seem to have a problem. In fact, he’s in great shape if you haven’t noticed,” Davrin commented, throwing her a knowing glance, “but I’m sure you have.” 

Rook balked, was her increasing infatuation with the other necromancer that obvious? She was a generally flirty person, surely it wasnt that glaring that her harmless flirting was turning into more with Emmrich. Right?

Taash made a short, snorting sound that resembled laughter and Rook could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, at this point her best bet was hoping she could blame it on the heat from the fireplace. 

“I notic- I mean- I” Rook stuttered. 

Davrin chuckled as the door to the dining hall opened, revealing Neve, Harding and Emmrich, who were all carrying boxes from supply a run, in this case mostly varying bottles of liquors and other liquids, and dried goods, although the latter held a box containing something green and pointy. 

“And there he is.” Davrin muttered quietly enough to tease Rook, but not loud enough that the newcomers could hear. 

“Rook, got you that whisky you wanted from Minrathous, I put it on your tab.” Neve sauntered over to the table with the others, plunking down the bottle of amber liquor in front of Rook. 

Rook smiled, “Neve, you have impeccable timing.” she beamed.

“Don’t I always?” Neve grinned before heading into the kitchen with Lucanis, “But don’t uncork that right away, I’m making cocktails.” 

“Oh!” Rook said, surprised.

“And Emmrich, you got… what are those? Cactuses?” Darvin inquired. 

“Cacti” Rook corrected under her breath, earning her an exasperated look from her Grey Warden friend.

“I wish,” Harding chimed in, “They’re pineapples. Can you guys believe Emmrich had never had a pineapple before last week?” 

Taash’s eyes turned into two unbelieving orbs. “What? How?” 

“We don't have them in Nevarra.” Rook explained, but her eyes were on Emmrich as his face lit up, dark hazel eyes sparkling with excitement. Despite his age, he possessed a remarkable childlike wonder even about something as simple as a new fruit. 

“Oh Rook, They're delicious! Have you had the opportunity to try one?” He asked, taking the seat next to her, much to her delight. 

Rook smiled, how could she not? How were the others so impervious to his good-natured charm?

“I have! Varric had me try them when we got to Minrathous.” Her smile fell as she remembered that day, before all this. She shrugged off the feeling, it was hard to feel dark with Emmrich's unexpected brightness beside her. 

“And? Tell me, do you enjoy them?” He waited on her answer so eagerly, surely just to compare tastes from the same homeland. Yes, that was probably it. 

“I do!” She giggled. Was she really giggling? His presence alone made her feel giddy.

“Wonderful! Harding doesn't seem to like them; however, Neve says she can be made into a frosty drink that she thinks Harding would enjoy.” 

“I'll try my best!” Neve exclaimed from the coffee bar, which appeared to have a bottle of a different liquor on top of it as well as, what was that? Cream? 

“Then you shall not fail my dear Neve!” Emmrich encouraged. 

Rook’s eyebrow raised excitedly, “Oh that’s new! I haven't had them in a drink yet. Only the - what was it called? ‘Upside-down cake?” 

“What an interesting name.” Emmrich commented, steepling his fingers together as he leaned into the table to address Harding, “Tell me Harding, what is it you don’t like about the pineapples?” 

Harding shrugged, “I don't know, they’re just so… tingly?” 

In the background Rook could hear the distinct sound of ice magic as Neve worked on whatever this drink was. 

“Ice magic for making cocktails? Neve Gallus, you are a genius.” Rook called out to her, earning a wink. See? She was like this with everyone; it wasn't just Emmrich, she told herself.

Emmrich’s eyebrows knitted together as he considered Harding’s description, “Could you elaborate at all on that?” 

“I don't know, when I eat pineapple it’s almost like it tastes… spiky?” Harding attempted to explain as Neve sat down glasses containing a blended off-white drink that smelled of rum in front of each of them. 

“It’s because of the raphides,” Neve enlightened them. “Lucanis, come have a drink with us, the stove wont run away if you leave it for a moment.” she called as she rounded the table, placing one in front of Bellara, who took a sip without even bothering to glance up from her notes.

“If you insist.” Lucanis surrendered, joining the rest at the table. 

“Ah! raphides, that explains it.” Emmrich said decidedly. 

“The hells a raphid?” Taash said, taking a healthy gulp of the new drink. “Fuck thats good.” 

“Some plants contain small needle-shaped crystals, as a natural defense mechanism.” Emmrich began explaining with his customary, hand waving enthusiasm, as Davrin took half of a sip. 

Emmrich continued, “While harmless in small amounts, overconsumption can cause immediate numbing followed shortly by painful stinging and burning to the mouth and throat that can last up to two weeks! I had no idea that they were in pineapple, but that does explain the sensation Harding is describing.”

Davrin lowered his glass, “On second thought, maybe I’ll pass. Thanks Neve.” 

“Afraid of a plant?” Lucanis teased, his glass already half empty, “Why am I not surprised?”

Davrin rolled his eyes as Harding timidly sampled Neve’s offering. “Oh- oh wow. Okay, That's. Really good.” 

“See how excited she is? This is how I knew she was lying about the coffee.” Lucanis chuckled. 

Emmrich sipped carefully at the beverage, “Oh Neve! That's delightful!” He exclaimed. “I am so glad I've gotten to discover such a fruit.” 

Rook began to imbibe her own drink, pulling sweet, cold rum and pineapple taste into her mouth. Her eyes met Emmrich’s through her lashes in an inopportune moment, while her lips were still wrapped dutifully around the straw. She quickly glanced away but it was too late. 

Emmrich’s mouth parted as he gazed a bit too long at Rook, pale cheeks taking on a pink hue that surely was not from the alcohol. 

“Mmf, That's so good.” Rook hummed. Dribbling a bit of the drink onto her lower lip. She swiped it away with her thumb, then popped it into her mouth to suck the drop of sweet liquid from it. Only then noticing that Emmrich was still watching her. 

Rook shifted in her seat, suddenly hot and uncomfortable. In doing so her knee tapped against Emmrich’s. 

“Sorry.” She whispered. As the others praised Neve’s drink making abilities. 

“Quite alright, My Dear.” Emmrich reassured her, his hand twitched a small increment towards her where it lay on his thigh but remained where it was. 

How long had it been since she felt such a desire to simply hold someone's hand? Certainly since before she finished Mourn Watch training. 

Rook took another pull of her drink to try to wash away the awkwardness of the moment. 

“Yea pineapples are pretty damn good,” Taash announced before dropping into a low octave,  “They're also good for uh, other things” they said in a low voice into Harding's ear while tucking back a loose strand of her hair. 

Harding giggled in response, “Taash” she admonished under her breath.

“Really?” Emmrich brightened, suddenly back to the topic at hand. “Like what?” 

Rook suddenly recalled other details of the night she had first tried pineapple. Varric and her were in a decently packed restaurant, Harding had gone out for some air and a woman at a neighboring table had leaned in close, obviously drunk. 

“Feed your old man there some of that and he’ll be feeling ready to go before you get home, plus he'll taste better, if you catch my meaning.” She had said. 

Rook had recoiled, unsure of what the woman had meant at the time, but not liking the implications. Varric was a good friend, and he was a good looking man but she didn't see him like that. Later she had looked it up in a library. Turned out pineapples had a reputation of having several sexual health benefits. 

Now - catching Taash’s meaning exactly - she choked unceremoniously on her drink. Coughing as Davrin chuckled, and Taash gave her a knowing look. Her friends were pure evil. 

“Rook looks like she knows.” Taash smiled. 

“Rook, I seem to be missing something. Would you kindly enlighten me?” Emmrich asked her so innocently. If he wasn't twenty-something years her senior she'd fear corrupting his purity. 

“It’s just an old wive’s tale.” Rook muttered. 

“I should still like to know, you are all making me more curious.” he insisted. 

The others snickered. 

“Oh Emmrich,” Rook lamented. She had to save him, let him in on the joke. 

She beckoned him with her finger hastily, “Come here,” she said in a low voice. He inclined his ear toward her and she leaned in to meet him, his floral earthy smell invading her scenes. She resisted the urge to inhale more deeply, to bury her face in his neck and breathe deep. 

“There’s… evidence that pineapple promotes.” She attempted, “That they’re good for, uh. Blood flow. That sort of thing”

“Oh that's marvelous! Perhaps I should add it to my diet then.” he pondered excitedly. 

They all stared at him, Rook included. Was she not clear enough? She couldn't exactly bring herself to tell him it was specifically sexual health the fruit was known for. 

Emmrich leaned back, folding his leg over his opposite knee and took another long sip of his cocktail, “Although, I will have you all know. I have no problems with blood flow. Thank you very much.” 

“Damn. Alright.” Taash commented. 

“Good news Rook.” Davrin smirked. 

“You’re both horrible.” Neve said flatly. 

“I don't get it,” Lucanis deadpanned, heading back into the kitchen unbothered. 

“I got it!” Bellara exclaimed, finally looking up from her notes and schematics. “Oh! Hey everyone!” 

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Later, after dinner and another cocktail, or was it two? Rook and Emmrich sat alone at the table catching one another up on their days. Rook was glad he had a chance to visit the Minrathous markets and Emmrich was interested in taking a look at the artifact her and Bellara had discovered himself. 

Rook fidgeted with the straw in her now empty glass. 

“Emmrich, about before, with the whole pineapple thing?” 

He cocked an eyebrow, urging her to continue. 

“I should have explained better.” 

“Oh, Darling, don't even think of apologizing. I've been a teacher long enough to know when I'm being taken for a fool. I find the best way to move past it is just to act unaffected. Trust me, it wasn't the first time I've been laughed at for not being ‘in-the-know’ on some innuendo or otherwise.”

Rook laughed, Of course he was a professional at handling embarrassment, she wished she could say the same.

“Luckily I caught on quickly enough to play along. Although…” he paused, looking at her more attentively now. “... Now that it's just the two of us, I wouldn't mind if you’d expound?” 

She looked away nervously, “Well besides the whole blood flow for sexual health thing. They make you … taste good apparently.” She mumbled. 

“As in your mouth?” He asked. 

“No, as in… your.” She motioned to her crotch with as much dignity as she could muster. 

“Oh!” He gasped, then “oh.” Softer this time. “I shall bear that in mind then.” He concluded, smirking at her. 

In reply, Rook popped a small slice of the offending fruit into her mouth and raised her brow. A challenge to be cashed in later, should this go any further. 

For now, she was happy to be here drunk on him, and rum… and pineapple. 

[valentine-cafe]

﹙1 year anniversary. ﹚ ─── can you believe it has been a year? ”

( eden. ) how do we even start this off? well, I don’t think that there is any formal way that we possibly can. all we can say is that this entire day has been so surreal. like -

what do you mean it’s been a whole year that we’ve had the blog? it feels like just yesterday, yet ten years all at the same time. everything just went on so fast and to be here typing this now feels like it’s a dream.

I don’t think I’ve ever thought I could be consistent with a blog like I have been with this one. I didn’t think that I would get so much of joy out of sharing our characters and connecting with people like we have over this year. but I have, and I am grateful. from this one spontaneous day of telling howl I wanna make an oc blog to now planning a book series because of it. . .

I guess all I can say is - thank you. thank you, all of you, for this year that you have spent with us. whether you were here from the beginning or you are a recent enthusiast of the cafe. all of you have made this year amazing. to hear that we touch and inspire people with our writing, art, etc. to hear that people genuinely look forward to our posts - to us - it’s amazing.

thank you for all the continued support. thank you for being here and showing us that we have a shot at this book thing. from all your kind words to your sillies and your rambles. we want you to know that we appreciate every one of you. we cannot wait to continue the content for the future and walk this journey with you!

I’m not sure if any authors previously have tried this path. of creating and connecting with a fanbase before their work is done. I hope more do. because this has been a dream come true. I’m so honoured to sit here and type this out. I’m so grateful for this year that has gone by - and I sure as hell am ready for all that is to come !

best wishes as always, please take care and stay safe. remember that we love all of you <3

( howl ) : To think that this has gone on for an entire year now. Why, it feels like more! I am excited to say that both Eden and I look forward to the future of this blog greatly, and adore the work that we get to make for it.

Did you know, this blog took two ( 2 ) months to make, when it was still in creation? It took us much thought and love to figure out how we were gonna make this a blog with characters we love so dearly one for all of you to see! Characters you could love as well.

Along a journey of hard work, tears and laughter. Came all of you, and many of you are still teetering in. We love you all the same, and are grateful for your presence.

With your endless support, and your interest and love for our world, our characters — the books that are in making. We feel aspired to keep going. The inspiration we get from watching all of you, amazing souls and beautiful minded individuals.

The entire meaning of this blog, is to uplift people. Inspire them. It was created just as much for sillies, yes and the purpose of sharing interesting oc’s. But the meaning of it, was to uplift, and inspire, help people feel seen by reflections of themselves in our characters. The same way we see it. If that makes sense.

You are all such a big help in this big project of ours.

It started out so small, like a flicker of light in the dark matter of night. Burst into a sun, a star and a moon. All shining so brightly together.

Thank you, for being here. For being the wonderful soul you are.

Thank you for coming around or dropping by after a hard day or a good day! With lovely requests and questions galore about our characters.

Thank you for sending us your lovely art, thank you for sending us your ideas and headcanons, thank you for coming around to make sure we’re doing okay.

We wish for all of you to know, nevermind who you are, and where life is for you at this very moment. We believe in you, keep going. Even when it gets hard. Come morning, come night. There shall always be light to guide you. And we will happily do that.

We love all of you so much, thank you. I don’t have any words to describe just how much all of you really mean to us. No words were created for such.

You are all doing Eden and I such a big amount of support and we love and appreciate you for it. And we hope, that when these books come out, and you get to see these characters once more. In different lights, but lovable all the same, that you will find comfort and help in them, as much as we have.

Thank you.

[lovedrruunk]

'Mango Letters ♡⸝⸝💌⊹˖➴

Venture (Overwatch) x GN Reader

[Established Relationship!]

Authors note!!!; DID U MISS MEEE??? also...IM SO SORRYYY!!!! BUT I THINK IM JUST GONNA START WRITING WHAT I WANT :((( i realized im sososo bad with requests like genuinely ughhhh!! Ill def do some every now and then tho! Anyways im just clearing out my drafts cuz I’ve come to the realization that this is literally tumblr and my posts don’t have to be perfect lmao, enjoy!!

75 days 18 hours 46 minutes and 3 seconds. That's how long it had been since you've seen your partner Sloan. Being with them you knew how devoted they were to their work and how much it required them to travel but on pretty days like this one when the weathers just right and the flowers are in full bloom and the sunset is the perfect hue of orange, you couldn't help but wish they were by your side.

And although they were thousands of miles away they always made sure to send you physical manifestations of their love.

Through love letters of course!!!

It had been a tradition ever since they had started going on longer expeditions for them to send you things in the mail. So there in your shared closet in a cute little shoebox on the top shelf, laid all their feelings on coffee stained papers. Little crystals the same color as your eyes, maps with all the places they wanted to take you, polaroids of them doing silly faces, and your favorite part, the sweet scent of mango that came with it all.

And so although they weren't by your side, their feelings were. Their longing, their excitement, their thoughts, all in the palm of your hands covered in all types stickers and doodles.

Sitting outside on the porch of your shared home enjoying the calm breeze you smile holding the most recent letter delivered. Inhaling deeply catching the hints of mango as you carefully open it.

Dear Beloved,

It's been so looong!!! I can feel myself aging without you! Hope this letter finds you well! Notice how I used "beloved"? Fancy huh? Arn't I just the most romantic partner ever? (don't answer that.) This is my fifth time trying to write this and it's annoying the crew so this is my last chance before they jump me... It's just so hard y'know!? It has to be perfect. Perfect for you. Is that cringe? That was cringe sorry! I miss you lots and I think about you all the time... You'd love Petra! A camel ate my shemagh... but It's whatever. I'll buy a new one tomorrow, I'll get one for you too so don't worry! Now that I'm thinking about it the days seem to be going by pretty slow and I'm not sure if I like it much. Like I said I miss you a lot and it stinks being away from you for this long. Can't you just book a flight over here? Can't you do that for me pretty pleaseee? That's ridiculous? Okay just say you hate me and never want me to come back, just say you don't love me at all and want me to get stuck in a cave foreva. Just kidding! or am I?... (I am! >ᴗ<)

I like to imagine you’re missing me really bad counting down the seconds till I get back, which by the way I am too so don’t feel the need to deny it! I can see it now… You all shriveled up like a raisin crawling on the floor going “sloannn… sloannnn…” because of how bad you miss me hehe. Just kidding again! It’s probably the opposite let’s be real… I’m going insane without you seriously, I started talking to the hieroglyphics yesterday and the crew even caught me tasting some rocks earlier (sos!!!!)

But speaking of, they’re rushing me to “turn the lights off already” what a bunch of buzzkills ammarite? Promise to show up in my dreams okay? Who am I kidding, you’re always there regardless. Sweet dreams ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡

p.s they really wanna meet you!

p.p.s take care okay? I’ll be home before you know it!!!

Yours truly,

(so romantic!!!)

“(๑´>᎑<)~*”

[prkersdiva]

alive- tom!peter parker x reader

a/n: i always write with tom’s peter in my head but you can imagine any peter you like!! sorry if theres grammar issues i wrote this in like 2 days at 3 am 😭 i missed writing for him! hope u enjoyed! feedback is appreciated❤️❤️

summary: peter parker has always been your best friend for as long as you can remember. he knows you in a way you’ve always wanted someone to know you. he understands you, every single part of you… it was inevitable that your feelings for him started to run deeper, right?

warnings: minimal proofreading, insecurities, misunderstood!reader, ; lowercase intentional, use of italics + bold!

w/c: 2,387

you always knew you were not like the other kids at school or even within your neighborhood. you never saw that as a bad thing, your brain just worked differently than most people, and you always felt miles away from your peers.

there weren’t many people who truly understood you and that was your world.

after years of being in public schools where you felt like a zoo animal in a cage, you finally decided to go to a school where at least those who were different could all be together.

Midtown High, the ‘gifted’ school, you always dreamed of being a student here, but you could never have imagined getting to walk through the halls every day.

you blinked away those thoughts as you stepped into Midtown High, finding your way to your locker, your eyes lighting up as your friends joined you.

you never asked or expected anybody to understand you, but when you found people who did, it was like that was the missing piece that you always needed.

you were torn away from your thoughts by a gentle touch and a sugary sweet voice that belonged to none other than peter parker.

“hey, where’d u go?”, he whispered, only for you to hear as his fingers softly touched your wrist.

an apology was on the tip of your tongue, but you swallowed it down.

“just thinking, what are we talking about?”

peter’s eyes are locked on you, and you know that look, he knows you way too well. he knows you like the back of his hand. you look away as you start subconsciously tracing symbols on the cafeteria table.

his stare is burning into you, you force yourself to turn your attention to your other friends who are caught up in conversation about a new movie. your ears perked up as you caught onto the specific movie they were discussing.

the new wicked movie.

“oh my gosh! i just watched it recently! i love musicals! i remember how many times i’ve seen it on broadway! i finally got my friend from my childhood to watch it with me! the choreography was insane, the vocals, and do not even get me started on the harmonies. i was also reading about the audition process-“ you cut yourself off as you look back to find everyone staring at you completely dumbfounded, everyone except peter, mj and ned.

you got excited and talked too much… again.

“girl slow down”, betty laughed. there was no malicious intent in her words, you knew that, but that didn’t make it sting any less. you stood up to throw away the lunch that you barely ate.

peter placed his hand on the table next to yours, and you’re about to lock eyes with him but the bell rings. you grabbed your bag and started to walk away, but he stopped you in the hallway.

“do you think i talk too much?”, you blurted out and then you shook your head.

“don’t answer that, it’s fine”

“hey, look at me”, peter said, but you focused your eyes on your rings as you turned them anxiously. peter tapped your rings to get your attention.

you tried to fight against it, but he always captured your heart in one swoop, and you slowly looked up.

“there you are!”

your heart almost burst at his soft smile, and it was this moment; this exact moment in time that everything clicked.

you adored peter more than anyone, he’s one of your best friends in the whole world but the way he’s smiling at you… it felt different.

the realization hit you like a tidal wave and your throat felt tight. you had just realized that you liked peter and suddenly the hallway felt smaller.

the shift in your behavior was obvious to peter. he furrowed his brows as he opened his mouth to voice his concern, but the bell rang and suddenly mj was guiding you to the next class, leaving peter in the hallway, completely confused.

“spill it, y/n/n”, mj said in a hushed tone as you shook yourself away from the distracting thoughts of him.

“i.. it’s nothing”

mj stopped short and gave you a knowing look, it’s hard not to tell her anything when she knows you this well. she’s one of the few people in the world who never judged you or made you feel like you were “different”.

“you’re going to laugh”, you said as you looked at her, internally cringing at the admission you were about to say to a real person.

“probably, but who cares”, mj shrugged as she shoved your shoulder playfully.

“well..peter-“, you cut yourself off as he walked by, forcing the confession down to the deepest depths of your heart.

mj’s curiosity had peaked even further as you both walked into english class, thoughts of your feelings for peter circling around your head like a million little birds.

a tap on your shoulder tore you away from frantically writing notes to distract yourself from your head and heart. you put your pencil down and turned to find peter looking at you, concern etched across his face as his cocoa-colored eyes caught yours.

as luck would have it, you had found yourself back at peter’s house after school.

“so are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”, peter asked quietly. you didnt respond, so he continued.

“you looked like you were going to pass out in the hallway today”

oh. well, its not like you can exactly tell him.

“oh i’m fine”, you settled for a lie, hoping that would be enough to move on, but it wasn’t. it’s peter, he knows you and cares for you too much to let that slide.

peter had moved the books out of the way, his full attention on you, which made every emotion and thought in your head even louder.

“y/n, we’ve known each other long enough to know that isn’t true”, peter said as he poked your cheek with the end of his pencil. you looked down at your overly rusted rings, twisting them.

“oh my gosh, i almost forgot!”

you looked up from your rings and peter placed a little box on your knee. you rubbed your brows in confusion as you unwrapped the box. inside the box contained two gold rings with a spider emblem engraved in them.

“penny for a penny”, peter said as he watched you examining the rings, and your heart lurched at his words.

you can’t believe he remembered that promise the two of you made all those months ago. a penny for a penny, a promise to always tell each other everything.

you took out a penny and placed it in the middle of the floor. peter pulled out a penny and placed it next to yours.

“i’m spider-man and i know i should have told you sooner, but they go after people i care about and i was trying to protect you because i didn’t want you to get hurt. please don’t be mad”, peter said softly with worry lacing his words. “i got two rings, one for you and one for me… so we’re always with each other”, peter finished with a shy smile.

“i’m not mad, pete”

he sighed in relief as he took his penny away from the center and your heart picked up speed. your secret was much less daunting, but it made your heart race to think about all the outcomes.

peter urged you to speak. you bit your lip, looking at the ceiling as if some magical forc on his ceiling would make it easier.

“i realized today that i like someone…more than a friend. kill me, please, i sound like a 12-year old-girl” you whined as you flopped down onto your side.

“who is it?”, peter asked excitedly, leaning his cheek on his hand, looking down at you.

he has no idea how incredibly hard he’s making this for you.

you shot him a look that had him laughing hysterically. you sighed as you pinched your eyebrows together.

peter smiled as he looked at you. he would never get tired of looking at you, you were one of the prettiest people he’s ever seen. he’d do anything to see you smile, and he would move planets to hear your melodic laugh that makes his heart ache. he loves to hear you talk even if you think you talk too much, which you don’t, not at all.

the things he’d do to make you happy and if he’s the cause of your happiness, it makes the sun shine brighter.

oh.

oh.

peter really liked you. he never realized what he felt for you was not platonic at all.

he was down bad.

“oh c’mon!”, peter teased as you groaned and snatched your penny away.

you got back to the work you had initially planned on doing and then when he spoke up again, your heart caught in your throat.

“are you going to ask them to homecoming?”

his question circled in your head in the weeks that led up to homecoming. every single day being around him was getting harder to suppress the growing feelings you harbored for him. you were staring at him as he talked to liz. she’s pretty, she’s popular and incredibly sweet, you understand.

“oh my god that’s what it is”, mj appeared next to you, startling you away from your analysis. you sent her a questioning look, but she spoke before you could defend your actions.

“you like peter, don’t you?”

you didn’t respond, but that was an answer in itself. peter walked away from liz and joined you and as soon as he started to take a seat, mj got up from the table. you sent her a warning look, but she smiled and sent you a thumbs up. you groaned dramatically as he took a seat across from you.

you were staring at him again, you couldn’t help it. you always loved the way his face lit up when he got excited, the way his whole body shook when he found something funny. you longed to reach forward and trace his dimples when he smiled. you wondered what it felt like to be held by him… or to be looked at like you were the only thing that mattered.

your mind trailed off further. you pondered what it would be like to finally kiss the lips of the boy who always spoke to you in a soft tone. the boy who had a contagious laugh.

would it be better than you imagined?

peter’s cheeks tinged with a light pink when he noticed you staring, almost as if you were analyzing him. he was never really looked at in that way, he never really stood out to people.

“you can always take a picture, i’ve been told they last longer”, peter joked, and you cleared your throat awkwardly as you suddenly found the rings on your finger so interesting. you looked at the ring peter got for you and spun it around a few times.

peter’s eyes had locked onto the ring he got you, and he didn’t know how much longer he could handle not being yours. he took notice of your silence and furrowed his brows in concern as he softly grabbed your hand, tracing a finger along the emblem on the ring which only made your heart beat faster. his hand fitted over yours perfectly, and you wished that you could be the one to hold it every single day of your life.

“hey, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”, peter whispered sweetly. you nearly fell off your seat when you registered the word “pretty”.

peter’s words hit you hard. you told him everything, but this… it’s risky, he could never talk to you again.

you don’t know what made you want to tell him. maybe it was his hand in yours or the way he was looking at you as if there weren’t other people around… but you took that jump.

“do you remember that day at your house when i told you i liked someone?”

peter nodded as he kept his attention focused on you.

peter squeezed your hand as a way to reassure you, but that made your heart feel like it was going to jump from your chest and walk away.

“peter, it’s you.. the one i like, it’s you”, you said as you stared at the table. you waited for a sign of rejection from him, but it never came. you looked up from the table to see peter smiling brightly with pink-tinged cheeks and a soft look in his eyes.

“you like me too?”, peter asked quietly. you scrunched your nose and pinched your eyebrows together in deep thought.

“you are killing me, do you know that? you’re so painfully adorable, it drives me crazy. you drive me crazy”, peter said as he looked at you.

too? peter likes you??

peter smiled brightly as he watched the gears turn in your head. he has liked you since the start, he just didn’t want to overstep or scare you away.

“soo homecoming…” peter trailed off as he moved a piece of hair away from your face.

you felt shy under his gaze and the small touch of his fingers on your cheeks was enough to give you butterflies.

you attempted to bite back a smile, but it didn’t work very well.

“is now a good time to say that..” you started to tease him but barely got a word out when peter got out of his seat and sat next to you, you lost your words and your breath all in a matter of seconds. peter stood up and held his hand out, for you, which you took gratefully.

“now, lets go, we have some catching up to do”, peter said as he intertwined your fingers together and held onto your hand for the whole day.

you were pretty sure your cheeks could have broken with how much you were smiling all day.

you were thankful to peter, the one person who understood you enough to make you feel alive.

[abitohoney]

So after a recent Big Move™️, I’ve finally gotten my household goods delivered to my new home. WOOT WOOT.

And as I pulled out some baking/muffin pans, I thought

Damn. I’d like to think I’d be rough and tough and a “don’t look at me wrong or I’ll punt your ass over a high-rise” sort of girl boss in the Arcane world.

But realistically all I want is to bake some treats for Sev and Ran. Make sure they’re eating good. Dust off and adjust their collar before they head out on a mission/task or to a meeting or whatever. Pack them little snacks or lunchboxes. Pretend to not be fussy over them since I also have my own work but actually unintentionally show ✨affection✨. Give them a goodbye kith. Be a lil Susie-homemaker in denial.

Also this moonshine is kind of hitting hard send help

OMG congrats on the big move! I still remember my first big move! Exciting (and exhausting)! Hopefully you're past the exhausting part and slipping into chill mode.

Hard same on thinking I'd be a kick ass girl boss in Arcane but really just wanna be Sev and Ran's little Honey homemaker. 🤓

Some silly, cute, fluffy thoughts inspired by this below the cut. SFW believe it or not.

Fussing over them and packing them lil snacks and lunches sounds like a dream! 🤩 Gosh, just imagine packing them both a little paper sack lunch for the first time. They just give you a look like "Seriously? What am I, 8?" Meanwhile you're just smiling at them adoringly.

Maybe they both sit with the rest of Silco's cronies come lunch time. They're already feeling ridiculous carrying they're matching paper sack lunches, but they're just assuming it's gonna be some lame old bologna sandwiches and stale leftover chips from the last Jericho's dinner.

They simultaneously open their bags to pull out not just any old sandwich, rather it's the freshest looking bread they've ever seen, holding equally fresh greens, meats, and cheeses. And best worst of all, you'd used cookie cutters to cut them into heart shapes. Sevika and Ran exchange glances, brows raised. They both set the sandwiches down, behind their bags, hoping to hide them from the rest of the gang, only to pull out more incriminating lunchables. Several slices of pineapple, cut into disgustingly cute little stars. Then comes the veggies, cause of course you made sure their lunches were a complete balance of nutrition. Chubby little baby carrots arranged on a thick homemade hummus in a flower design. One little cherry tomato decorates the center.

The coup de grâce to their humiliation? Custom, tiny cupcakes decorated in bright pink, red, and purple icing and bedazzled with heart shaped sprinkles of the same colors.

Another exchange of glances, cheeks flushed, then eyes averted downward. Neither dare make eye contact with anyone else at the table. Not that any of them would dare to even so much as snicker at Silco's second in command or top assassin. Not if they valued their life.

So Sevika and Ran consume their entirely too cute lunch in silence. It's an uncomfortable one, but deep down, beneath those hard exteriors, their hearts swell with pride and joy. They have someone like you- who cares so much- to so lovingly select, create, and craft the sweetest of lunches. And just for them. ♥️

Sending help ASAP! (It's just me in a box with holes so I can 'help' you finish off that moonshine)

Also, every time you send me something ISTG I get such a strong itch to write my poly Sev x Reader x Ran fic. I will some day. (Still anxiously patiently waiting for your writing too! <3)

[willowbirds]

Imogen for the character asks? :3

Okay! Lets go!

First impression

I was immediately intrigued by her psychic abilities, especially considering that there hasn’t been a character like her before in the CR universe. There have been psychic powers before, but a character who actively has her mind reading active means that she is the first psychic character within the lore and I at first assumed that she was the Exandrian version of a Kalashtar.

Impression now

Oh she is so much more than the Exandrian version of a Kalashtar. She is my blorbo. My silly gal. My skrunkly that I’ve hit with my autism beam! I am always so excited whenever she gets new powers and abilities and I am hyped to see her Form of Havoc in action!

Favorite moment(s)

How do I decide? There’s her dream sequences, when she lightning bolted Laudna’s tree prison, her 33 deception roll! But there’s also her goofier moments. Like that time she fell down a flight of stairs or that moment in the lift down to mines way back in the early episodes. But honestly my favourite moments are her sweet and simple interactions with the other Hells. They range from genuine moments of venerability to chaotic shenanigans that make me laugh every time I think about them. It’s just so hard to pick with Imogen.

Idea for a story

*waves at all of my fics* They are basically all her!

Unpopular opinion (I don’t know if this is unpopular, but I’ve seen some meh takes on her so this might as well be unpopular)

Imogen is probably one of the best characters Laura Bailey has made story wise. Everyone talks about how Jester is Laura’s best, and I do agree she seems very comfortable in that character and that’s always important, but story wise Imogen is so intriguing. Her connection to the moon and her powers that keep growing leads to an uncertain story for her and that makes her so good! She has grown so much from that shy horse girl that struggled to be in crowds, and now she’s off saving the world despite what everyone says. She could have easily turned evil, but she hasn’t, and that is absolutely amazing to me!

Favourite relationship

Imogen and Ashton don’t get nearly enough screen time together and that is frankly a crime. Their dynamic is so good, with them both getting on each other’s nerves while also being there to reassure the other or snap some sense back into them. I also feel like there’s the unspoken connection of both of them having powers that they don’t fully understand. Imogen’s ever growing powers that could burst at the seams at any moment and Ashton’s dunimancy that he didn’t even have a name for until recently. They are probably also the youngest in the group in terms of years. They’re just two Marqet kids that now have to save the world even though they don’t properly understand themselves.

Favorite headcanon

That Imogen’s marks are sensitive to the touch. Often they normally tingle under someone’s touch, but someone’s touch actually burns after she has a nightmare and they sting profusely if she breaks the skin around or on them. The only person whose touch doesn’t do this is Laudna’s because of how cold her skin is and after a nightmare it’s a huge relief to Imogen. I also headcanon that she has a mark along her spine. (Same thing above applies here). I might do a fic fully exploring this headcanon at some point.

[unlikeable-female-character]

It really is so embarrassing how people believe everything thats written in these bottom tier tabloids. The one ‘argument’ they have is that they were right about them dating. Well, even a broken clock is right twice a day. And if I’m not wrong it was Page Six that broke the news, which in terms of ‘journalism’ is better than the likes of Daily Mail, Radar Online etc. Getting one story right still doesn’t mean everything else they publish is true. A few days ago I saw an article going around from Star(?) magazine which I’ve never even heard of that said they started dating 3 years ago and the usual suspects took that as confirmation of the affair. Media literacy found dead in a ditch fr. Idk why it’s hard to grasp that this is a business, the more scandalous they can make it the more clicks it will get. And Hugh’s been a target ever since he announced his split. Even way before the Sutton rumors, I remember reading things like he was going to move to London, he wants a wife like Amal that wants to make the world a better place etc etc. More recently they said he was going to spend Christmas alone, but he was clearly with his kids…but yeah let’s blindly believe every story about Hugh and take it at face value. Haven’t seen a dumber subset of fans as those in a long time tbh.

👏👏👏👏 exactly!!! One bullseye out of all the stuff they’ve posted about (so far) isn’t a great hit rate tbh. As you say it’s a business, and it baffles me that they haven’t worked that out yet.

Another anon I had pointed out that them just quietly living their lives together isn’t exciting (and which is more than likely the closest to the truth of the situation) so they have to add in some spice. Why do they never question who these ultra chatty insiders are who just can’t wait to share Hugh’s business about literally everything? Do they not grasp that the ‘insiders’ are just a cover for them being able to say ‘well that’s what we were told….*innocent face*’ when the lawyers come knocking?

I have posted before about how three different outlets all posted three very different stories about them on the same day - and if you’re consuming this stuff like they obviously are, it’s baffling to me that that sort of thing doesn’t stand out and give them pause. If you’re being given three different narratives about the exact same couple that each contradict each other….what’s not clicking that the vast majority of this is bullshit?

[chiiroptereh]

Hi there!!! I hope you’re doing well ^^ I found your art recently and I’m a huge fan, your old kaput and zosky art made me so happy I had to pause for a minute- I really love your stuff!!! I’ve been super obsessed with kaput and zosky, and I’ve seen your accounts all around the internet about them, so it’s kinda got me wondering.. what ever happened to the video essay you were planning for? Was it scrapped? Do you have any plans of releasing the information/footage from the essay itself? I know it’s been a few years since you initially started work on it, and it’s been a while since you’ve posted for the show at all xd but I’m quite curious about it! Anyways, I really appreciate everything you’ve done for the community and it means a lot to me how much effort you put into the archival/wiki especially. Thank you so much for your time, I hope you have a wonderful day :D

Here’s a little zosky doodle for your travels

Hi there!! First of all THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SUCH A LOVELY MESSAGE waughh you've totally made my day!! 🥺🫶 Always love meeting another fan, and I'm so so touched to hear you enjoy my work! Secondly, I'm very glad you asked this, because it's something I've been thinking about lately. My explanation may be a little complicated, but the short version is that yes, it is still in the works!

The long answer is that progress was going very steady up until February 2023 when my mother passed away, which I believe was also when my K&Z posting slowed down. There's a long story within a long story there, but the gist of it is that I've been in a very bad place ever since then. I can't be sure exactly why the event made me drift from K&Z, but I suspect it was because my mom was so looking forward to seeing my video, and the thought that she never would, well...it really messed with me.

With that being said, I'm handling my grief a lot better these days. While things are still in a state of major uncertainty for a whole host of other reasons, I think I've mostly come to terms with that flavor of discontent. I see the project sitting unfinished in my files and I think about how close I am to being done with it, and I know she'd want me to do it. I want to do it, too! I worked very hard!

I began working on it again for the first time in like two years about two weeks ago. Over an hour of content was already fully edited and ready, it's just my last addendum that I need to work on. I'm hitting another problem now, and that is that a lot of my sources have vanished since I wrote the script, so, frustratingly enough, all I can really offer is a "trust me, bro" for quite a few points! But I think the big ones should still be there.

If anyone takes anything from this, I want it to be that you shouldn't wait to finish things, because you won't be the same person you were when you began. Nonetheless, again, it's only that last part, which I suspect shouldn't be more than likeee...ten minutes long? A drop in the bucket compared to the rest, for sure. Unfortunately it's also the most exciting part x'D Oh well, I'll figure it out!

I do still love K&Z, and I know I always will. I have a lot of requests saved up involving them, and I'd love to draw them when I'm in a better place. When I get depressed, I get art block, so only my biggest hyperfixations manage to barge past every now and again, which is why I've been so inactive in general. Nonetheless, I do check back here every day, so I'm always happy to answer any questions!

I'm gonna have a lot of free-time in April, so I'll try to get some more work on it done then for sure. Hopefully I'll be in a much better place as a whole come summertime. Thank you for the support, it really does make me feel excited for it again!

And AHHH thank you so much for the lovely Zöskies!! Such a beautiful style you have, he is wonderfully expressive! It feels so, so good to see him again <3

Have a lovely day, thanks for the much-needed smile! 💖