#WHEW BITCH THIS IS LONG

[ruth-the-artblog]

Hey @ari-shipping-stuff i thought i would answer everything in a seperate post so i can compile things easier fkjdkdidhdidjd

1- Yeah the saturation is edited :> I was going for a sunset vibe. Which is Extra Eerie in school because we always go before sunset. The original is regular window light + shadows. I'll put the og one at the readmore at the bottom. Also tbh i been using mostly pens for drawing to prevent me from constantly fixing mistakes in comics. Kkdhdkdjkdjdkjd

Oml those fucking windows. I hated them so much. As a public school student, they were in all my schools.

These, but much less clean (im talking CAKED in dust) and half the windows were broken/the glass panel is half hanging out of the frame. It was such a hazard to clean tbh because it was so easy to push out a loose panel. AND WE SAT NEXT TO THOSE BITCHES 🤡🤡🤡🤡

2- Thanks :> i also liked how it turned out with the blue pen and orange lights. I think the reason my drawings are rly expressive is because i like to draw those the most kdhdkdhdkd

3- kdhddkdjdkdjdjdkdjd with how much eyes it has, you def could hit one of them square in the eye

4- It's a karaoke room im leaving a photo under the readmore for reference. I kinda just based it off how i remembered it. Now that i think about it im not sure if there was a disco ball, but in my heart there sure is. The things on the table are microphones, but no one is singing right now. The song playing is "Eyes Without a Face" by Billy Idol, the one i linked in the post.

5- Nah i didn't use the knife, quite the opposite actually. I didn't like how one of the draings turned out, so i ripped the bottom half of the paper and drew at the bottom. Then i used my phone editor to blur the two pages together.

What ending scenes dym btw?

This place was inspired by the song "I Know The End" by Pheobe Bridgers. The place is sunset with thousands of billboards. Eyeballs and Lee sit on the titular billboard from the song as they chat.

When did Lee meet Wingtips or Eyeballs?

For Wingtips, its the usual one. Wingtips is a manifestation of Lee's imagination as a coping mechanism. Vae also act as a therapist and later a parental figure to Lee until the end.

For Eyeballs, after Lee dies, Eyeballs poses as Wingtips to torment him in Hell for eternity. However, something happens and leaves Eyeballs just as trapped in the dream-hellscape as Lee is. They kinda struggle to understand each other, as they are the only real people in the dream-hellscape

First comic

^ i think i sent the full vid in the discord before. Lmk if you want me to find it for you

Right that's it. Thanks for reading everything.

[eyeronmaus]

Okay okay Leo Mckern Number Two’s character development :’)))))))

He seems like he’s always felt conflicted about this role right back to "Chimes" when he acknowledges that he and Six are both lifers and attempts to rationalize the Village’s existence:

There's also a cut scene where he chides someone for referring to him as "sir", as though he's trying to convince himself that this is indeed some sort of burgeoning egalitarian utopia and not a fucking prison:

And I think he’s drawn to Six because 1.) he appears to genuinely enjoy his company at times, and 2.) deep down he admires his ability to resist but is also deeply envious of that ability and wants to bring him down to his own degraded level. Maybe if he can break Six, it’ll prove that no one can resist the Village indefinitely, and his own selling out was inevitable and not a choice he alone made out of selfishness and/or fear and/or vanity, in exchange for an ~exalted~ position, power over the other detainees, ect.

Everything that happens in "Once Upon a Time" confirms it for me. Even before they head down to the Embryo Room, Two is shown to be wreck because of all the pressure he’s under to break into the adamantine fortress of Six's mind. His charming, “good natured” dandy facade has fallen away by now to reveal a much more brooding character, struggling in vain to understand why Six cares so much about maintaining his personal integrity/identity, despite the physical and psychological violence he is threatened with and often receives for refusing to submit.

The Embryo Room is clearly the nuclear option here and Two chooses it, knowing it'll probably kill one of them - and I suspect that he knows exactly which one of them it'll kill. Midway through singing nursery rhymes to an age-regressing Six, he starts to scream the words at his sleeping form with barely-contained rage (the tone of his voice suggests that what he's actually saying is "FUCK YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU SO MUCH YOU STUBBORN ASSHOLE HOO BOY YOU REALLY SCREWED BOTH OF US NOW HUH". Basically.) He hates this place, he hates Six, and he hates himself.

Then once we reach the Embryo Room, it’s pretty much game over for Two: his own ego has been so compromised that he lacks the foundation to stand up to Six at ANY age in a battle of wills and ideals. In the role of the headmaster, his frustration with schoolboy Six's refusal to sell out a peer seems pretty genuine ("you're a fool!"). Of course, secure in his own identity, Six doesn't mind being called a fool, but boyyyyy, Two sure doesn't like to be labeled a rat 😬 Immediately he breaks character to express outrage at this epithet before just barely composing himself enough again to launch into a tirade about society + conforming + lone wolf bad + blah blah blah. It almost seems like he's arguing with some part of himself as much as he is with Six.

Later, when Six claims to know who Two really is - "a fool, an idiot" - the latter doesn't handle that well either, snarling that he'll kill Six. One day when I have it more together in my head, I'll write a post about the significance of killing, both figurative and literal in the Embryo Room, but for now I'll just say this: in the fencing scene, Six declines to kill a disarmed Two when offered the opportunity. Similarly, Two refuses to kill supine, handcuffed Six when offered. Now, I'm sure that's largely because if he killed Number One's prize pet, there'd be no question about his own fate, but I also believe it's an indicator that deep down this isn't who he is - he may have a sadistic side that his role as Number Two encourages, but clearly not sadistic and unfeeling enough for what the Village requires of its operatives.

By the end of the episode, Two's been brutalized into a babbling, pleading shell of his former self and then...🪦🪦🪦...until the next thing he knows, he's been revived at this absurd, cultic assembly to be tried before a bunch of self-important morons in cloaks. While he does initially try to keep up his usual facade in "Fall Out", it's clear that he's no longer afraid of this supposed authority and can no longer hide his contempt for both the Village and for himself. Honestly so proud of him when he takes his badge off and stands up to the figurative curtain that Number One cowers behind ❤️❤️❤️

And I've gone on long enough for tonight but yes for Leo McKern Number Two character arc!!!!!!

no but like No. 2 in Fallout said something incredible. He was part of the Village's establishment. He had a position of authority. Unlike the Youth who was indifferent to it all or No. 6 who fought back every step, the former No. 2 bought into it all, by his own admittance with little resistance, and then woke up from it and realized how much of a farce it all is. That's incredible!

[wakeup01]

Theft Of A Bro

Uffh. Yeah, that’s good. Just like I thought…tight. We’ll see how long that lasts. No need to talk bro, I know what you want to say. You’re sorry for reacting that way, that me being gay shouldn’t have changed anything. That you shouldn’t have used that slur, or called me a bitch.

Hindsight is 20/20 though, especially when you’re getting fucked by a bro who’s stealing your muscles. Dude, don’t look away. Look me in the eyes, I want you to watch your legs dangle hopelessly above you as I take your masculinity. Take the body you worked so hard for. And I want to see your expression when you begin to love it.

I can already see your arms deflating down there, becoming dainty twigs. You won’t be able to lift a thing with those. That’s okay bro, you can give that bulk to me. I’ll put it to good use. Fuck. See them balloon, so fucking good man. Rrrrww! My biceps feel so much stronger, check out these guns. Check out YOUR guns on my body. Haha. What? Come on bro, you can forgive me for a bit of flexing. Okay maybe a lot of flexing, but I can’t help it. You were always such a egocentric showoff - puffing out your chest like a territorial beast. A textbook, self obsessed fuckboy, now I understand why.

And just look at my expanding pecs. So fucking thick and juicy. Bouncing in time with my th—thrusts! Those used to be yours. You always hated how guys used to eye them up, but now you’ll be the one salivating at them. No need to try and deny it my dude, soon enough your body will have new…needs. Wow bro, you’re already looking real flat down there. Those endless hours spent at the gym to boost your fragile ego, only for me to steal it within seconds. All that definition just fading into your tiny, slimming stomach. Those grab-able hips. Fuck, me on the other hand, I’ve never felt stronger. You could break rocks on here! I’ll take good care of these abs, they look better on me anyway.

Aww, your square jaw is rounding out to a cute little pouty face. Squirm all you want. You look so adorable when trying to seem angry bro. Hard to take you seriously when you’re blushing so intensely. You did always tease my boyish features and now my head is like chiselled marble. And you? That button nose and those freckles, guys are just gonna love you. Say goodbye to being a manly jock. Hello twinky boitoi! I think your waist is now thinner than your girlfriend… or is that ex girlfriend now? That’s a body designed to be fucked brah. So just let me fuck it. Take it like a BITCH! Like the BITCH you thought I was.

Uff. I can feel my cock expanding inside you. The veins pulsing, flowing with blood. Can you feel it too bitch? Yeah, by your expression I know you can. Stretching your hole wide, filling you to the limit. Feels good, doesn’t it. Don’t look now but your dick is shrinking. I’m stealing all that length, all that girth; pushing mine deeper and deeper inside you. Pounding that prostate. There you go. A tiny nub. My churning balls are dropping lower and swelling as yours shrivel up. Mmmff. Fuck that’s sick bro.

Yeah, it’s okay to moan. Your breathy voice getting higher and higher, as mine gets deeper. Don’t be embarrassed. It’s normal for slutty bitches in heat like you. It’s in your nature. Especially when in the presence of an alpha god like me. Whew, my pits are sweating like mad, just smell that intense musk. Smells just like you used to, bet that fact makes you real hard. Smelling your scent dripping from another man as it’s stolen from you.. Sniff and moan. Sniff, moan and give everything to me.

Holy shit, even your skinny legs are hairless now bro. Just like the rest of your smooth, svelte physique. How does it feel? How does it feel to be the ideal gay bottom slut, the very thing you abhorred.

Why so quiet broski? Oh that’s right, we’re trading that pigheaded ego for an eagerness to please. You had enough confidence to share, so I’m taking it. Taking all of it. Fuck. Yes. Your outspoken nature is draining into me, leaving a timid little mouse in it’s place. A stark difference from that rude, puffed-up dick you prided yourself on being. Even now I bet part of you wants to talk back, be a brat. Hm, but that shy smile betrays what you really are. A well behaved boy who knows his manners. Isn’t that fucking right? Heh, good boy.

Look at me and see what you used to be. Marvel at me, marvel at what you’ve lost. Starstruck at your own well deserved comeuppance. Feel your nub twitch at the sight of the perfect man fucking your jock-hood into nothingness. That strength being sapped away. It makes you feel so small and weak. But you can’t tear your eyes away.

Your head? Sorry bro, I got bored of being the dumb one, so yeah, I’m taking your smarts too. Even if you did waste it and let your cock make most of the decisions. Maybe if you hadn’t held it over me, looked down at me. Well…who’s looking down now? Don’t worry, being air-headed has it’s benefits. That empty look in your eyes, the open drooling mouth. Blissful ignorance. The cute way you’ll get confused at the simplest of things. The ‘ummms’ and ‘huhs’ as you bite your lip and push out your rear. Talking like the complete basic bitch gay you once hated. The constant state of mind melting hornyiness. Dumb as a rock. A complete ditz. You’ll get by doing ‘favours’.

I’m not a jackass though. Not like you were. It’s only fair you get something of mine bro, you can have what’s left of my body fat. Unf. Straight to your rear. Let it plump up your butt to a perfect round bubble. A wobbly shelf. A big bouncy booty. Woof. Yeah just like that. The perfect entrance to your endlessly usable fuck hole. Damn, it’s tight. Let’s conquer it.

Bruh, your masculinity is truly delicious, surrender the rest up to me. To my new hulking, godlike form. Purge every trace of manliness from your puny effeminate body with abject glee. Lisp, smile and giggle like a silly little girl. Like the Femboy you were destined to become.

Like a BITCH.

Say again? Bthweed? Oh, you want me to BREED you. Way ahead of you bro. When I cum with my monster cock, your pretty little head will become stuffed with thick, cummy cotton candy. And bro, it’s never gonna clear up again. I have a new adorable outfit already picked out for you. Thigh high socks, booty shorts, a tiny thong and a nice thick collar with your name on the tag. BITCH.

I’m gonna enjoy parading you out in front of all our fraternity bros. You’ll pretend to be all timid and ashamed but I’ll know you’re actually loving the sense of humiliation. Loving your new place as my emasculated gay fucktoy. If you beg enough I might even let the rest of the frat borrow you. I’ll be sure to let ‘your’ girl know that you were a good hole after being passed around. Maybe she’ll even give you tips, you’ll be besties in no time.

Hm? That’s ‘thank you sir’ to you. That’s better. Let’s be clear, we’re not ‘bros’ anymore. I’m a fuckmachine and you’re a glorified fleshlight. We need to make sure you don’t forget your role. A simple tag will suffice. I’ll even let you choose where your ‘BITCH’ tattoo goes. Forehead or rear, it’s up to you. Yeah boi, I think it’ll look good there too.

Now open wide BITCH and be ready to swallow. I’m about to fucking blow.

———-

Whew! That was a good fuck. Clean up boy, the other bros will be here soon and I…woah. Damn, I feel lightheaded. It’s like my brain is overstuffed. With…stuff. And my cock, uughhh. It won’t soften. Maybe I took a bit too much from you, but fuck, I couldn’t help myself. You deserved it after all. But bruh, I need to lift! Huhuh! Oh shit. I don’t want to be exactly like you were! But dude. Like bruh! My head! Gotta lift! Gotta flex! Gotta get to the gym and be the blockheaded fuckboy muscle jock this body deserves!

Pass me your old jockstrap, yerhh, my huge cock gonna do the thinking for the both of us brooo!

[storydays]

Brozone Older Brothers' NSFW Headcannons

🧡John Dory:

Whew, boy, are you in for a treat!

So it'd been 20 years-ish, since he'd been in Pop Troll culture, so he is out of practice when it comes to intimacy.

100% an ass and thighs man: You bend over in front of him, no matter what you're doing, instant hard on.

He's more of a grower than a shower: 5.1 inch normal and 5.3 when hard (Correct my if this is wrong bc I know nothing about penis education lmao)

Play with his ears, or even his tail, and he is instant putty in your hands.

Turn-ons include: edging (giving or receiving), eating you out/blowing you, (loves receiving more than giving but will still pleasure you as well as you did him) tying you up (and he knows some different knots from his adventuring days) and many more that I can't think of lol.

Def gives me top vibes but once in a while you'll catch him off guard and top the hell out of him

When you do top him, he is such a whiny little bitch, and you hold him there for hours until the sunshine peeks through your curtains.

Leave hickeys on his neck and he'll happily wear them and preen when you press a soft kiss to them when you're jealous.

When it's jealousy sex, angry sex, or sex in general, the bed will be creaking, Rhonda will be shaking, and anyone who happen to walk by the armadillo-bus will know exactly what's going on and run away in horror at the noises they heard.

He is a caveman when you first meet but starts to clean himself up a bit.

Is a total mess when it comes to cum. He cums buckets in you (if given consent), on your face, stomach, anywhere really.

Bruce:

Ooh, this is gonna be fun

So Bruce has had his fair share of lovers, and knows his way around different genitalia and how to expose his partner's feel good spots.

Ugh, please please pull his tail

Just like the rest of him, he's pretty girthy down there, but is still long enough to hit those special spots.

His hair is beautifully tamed, which means he is tamed down there too, and even learned to make different shapes and designs out of pubic hair.

Def a a shower and grower: 3.5 when flaccid, but a whopping 5.5 when hard

He knows how to use his mouth, hands, and tail to make his partner scream

Def a power bottom; watches you through half lidded eyes as you take what you want from him, occasionally praising or degrading you, depending on his mood.

He's a attentive lover, and will cherish everything about your lovemaking, and make sure you're okay.

Turn ons include: hair (only time) and tail pulling, you making eye contact with him while making lewd gestures, being a brat and teasing him, morning 69, and loves when you surprise attack him; so many emotions flood through him, and he allows you to take some control, before he takes over and pushes you over the edge, with a smug smirk.

Sex is like a game to him: the end goals are making you feel like a million bucks and making you drunk on his love. Will tease you by cumming first, before he allows you to cum.

He is one smug son of a bitch when you can barely walk, or when someone makes a comment about the hickeys on your body (he leaves them everywhere), or about the scratches and bite marks on his back.

📚 Clay:

Okay, so he wants to be the best you've ever had, so this bookworm absolutely studied up on how best to pleasure you. STUDIED FOR DAYS, and even studied while they were attempting to pleasure you.

Annoyed, you snatched the book from him, and turned the tables on them.

He's pretty average, right in the middle both length and thickness so pretty enjoyable for both parties.

Prefers giving than receiving, adores when you use your hair to hold him in place

THEY ABSOLUTELY ADORES THICCCCC THIGHS; (Yall see how thick Viva's thighs are? #CLIVIA )

Would spend hours in between your legs if you let him

Quite noises escape him....unless you bring out the dark green strap on and/or cock ring...then it's the Theatre Du Chatelet in y'all bedroom!

(Their brothers' overheard y'all one time, and the next day they all avoided your smirk and Clay's bright purple blush when you make a smart comment.)

Everyone sees him as serious/fun, but when you two are intimate, it's just Daddy and Baby Girl, it's up to you to figure out which is which, (😉)

Always uses protection just to prevent any accidents.

With you, he can let go of labels and just be Clay and they love you for that.

Turn ons: that strap on/cock ring, dem thighs, being pulled closer when they go down on you, you taking control, just you in general, teasing him in public, making suggestive comments in his ear while his brothers' and friends are around and he can't do nothing but try to make the blush go away and ac natural, glaring darkly at you when no one was looking.

He is clean and trimmed down there.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

the girl next door 3

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

The noise of a lawnmower welcomes you out into the vibrant summer day. Your mother is already on the porch, sat on the patio bench. You can tell she’s primped herself up just a little bit. You put the jug of lemonade on the wicker table and stand by the end of the long eat. 

“A kind man,” your mother muses beneath the racket of the mower, “about time we got someone decent ‘round here. You know,” she furrows her brow viciously, “those bitches from the cul-de-sac never liked your nana. Hate us even more. Stepford hags.” 

You nod and peek over at Steve as he pushes the mower in a straight line. The grass falls to the blade and leaves thick clippings in rows. You twiddle your fingers as you notice the shine of sweat on the man’s forehead and forearms. His act of kindness feels more like pity. 

“Don’t be stupid, girl, go grab some cups,” your mother snipes and draws your attention back to the porch. “That man’s going to think I raised a moron.” 

You retreat back into the house. For as pleasant as she was to your new neighbour, it has done little for her mood. Or maybe it’s just you. 

You grab two of the rippled plastic cups from the cupboard and head back down the hall. You stop as you reflection passes you in the mirror. You turn to face it. You frown. You’re nothing special to look at but you don’t do much to help that. You wonder if you put on some mascara or wore something nicer if you might look anything close to pretty. 

You shrug off the fleeting insecurity. It’s not important. Your mother’s sick and your little uncertainties don’t mean anything. You push through the screen door and clack the cups down. As you do, the mower quiets and you peer over. The grass is trimmed neatly as Steve stands close to the steps, wiping his forehead as his cheeks burn rosy form the heat. 

“Whew, think I’ll try some of that lemonade,” he climbs the steps, “hot one today.” 

As he climbs the last step and he drags his hands down his tee shirt. His grey blonde hair droops forward and he tries to shake it out of his face. He tugs at the hem of his shirt and lifts it over his head, revealing a sweat-dampened undershirt. 

“Don’t mind me,” he chuckles as he uses the outer layer to mop his face and neck, “think I overdressed.” 

“Get him some lemonade,” your mother hisses and points to the jug. “Steve, was it? What brings you to Heron Meadows?” 

You unstack one cup from the other and fill both. You set the pitcher back down and step back on your heel, folding your hands together as you fade into the background. You’re peripheral to your mother. You only exist when she needs you. 

“Well, settling down, I think,” he smiles and reaches for a cup. He raises it and stops it just in front of his chest. He carefully gestures at you with it, “thanks.” 

Your eyes round and you glance away, “welcome.” 

“Settling down?” Your mother echoes coyly. 

“I know, I’m a bit late to the game. Had to get out of the city. Maybe I outgrew it,” he sighs, “and you two? Where’s your husband hanging out?” 

You mother laughs and crosses one leg over the other, not easily as she struggles to still the shake in her foot, “long gone. He never saw this place.” 

“Ah, hope I didn’t hit a sore spot,” Steve’s cheek dimples before he sips from the glass. 

“Mm, don’t feel much for the deadbeat,” your mother tisks, “what about you? Settling down? Is your wife coming with the couch?” 

“Ah, yeah,” he reaches over to plant his hand against the pillar that connects to the rail. He leans on it and gulps again. He swallows before he continues, his eyes meeting yours for the split second you dare to look up, “missed that step but the house will keep me busy until I figure that out.” 

“Oh don’t you worry, that little club will keep you busy,” your mother scoffs, “make sure ya keep your picket fence nice and whitewashed.” 

Steve gives a curious furrow of his brow. You mother sniffs as her little quip hangs in the air. 

“HOA,” you put in quietly. 

“Mm, I bought out of that,” he says. “Outdated if you ask me. I don’t need them telling me what colour to paint my door.” 

“Bought out?” Your mother grumbles. 

“I didn’t relish the extra lawyer fees but worth it,” Steve explains before he empties the cup and puts it back down, “thanks, that was great. Uh, guess I should get started on the back.” 

You stand dumbly as you mother agrees with a grumble. An awkward silence thickens around you and she snaps in your direction with her fingers, “take him out back, honey.” 

“Oh, uh, sure,” you clamour forward as if awoken from a slumber. “Just...” you near Steve and step around him to scurry down the stairs. “this way.” 

He leaves his tee shirt draped over the railing and turns to follow. He looms like a shadow behind you and as you stop to reach over the top of the gate and unlock it, you scratch around blindly. He steps closer and hooks his arm over yours. The smell of his sweat fills your nose. 

“Got it,” he says as he easily unlatches the clasp and the gate slants inward. 

You push through, quickly making distance from him as he trails you into the backyard. It’s even worse than the front. You grab the broken mower from where you left it and drag it towards the garage. 

“Great, I’ll go grab the mower,” he declares and leaves you to shove your way awkwardly into the side door of the garage. You push the rusted metal inside and the door snaps shut at your back as you emerge back into the sunlight. 

Steve pushes through his nice electric mower and you shy away. It’s got to be close to new and no doubt expensive. You trod through the tall grass and as you pass him, his arm brushes yours. 

“I could do the eaves too,” he stops beside you. “Get some of these weeds cut too.” 

“No thanks,” 

“I don’t mind,” he insists. 

“I can manage.” 

“You can. Probably a lot. Your mom...” he suggests, letting his words hang. “She sick?” 

You glance at his chest, the white fabric taught to his muscles above his thick stomach. You nod. 

“You take care of her?” He prompts. 

“Do my best,” you mutter and traipse on, “thanks.” 

“Right, uh,” he calls after you, “well, if you change your mind or think of anything, you can always ask.” 

You keep on. He feels bad for you. Just like everyone else. You’ve heard Marge and Lucy on their daily power walk; poor thing, going nowhere, sad... 

You go back out front, leaving the gate open. You go to grab the broom from the porch as your mother remains as she was. Her hand trembles on her thigh. 

“You know, should clean up around here,” she says, “invite him for dinner as thank you. Maybe tomorrow.” 

You take the broom and stop at the bottom of the steps, “maybe tomorrow,” you agree. 

“He’s a nice man. Could use one of those,” she smirks, “never had one of those. Handsome to boot.” 

It’s strange. You haven’t seen your mother smile since your grandma was around and even then, it wasn’t like this. The way she’s talking is almost ravenous. Like she’s slathering over a pork chop still on the grill. 

“Just gonna sweep up the trimmings,” you explain as you drag the broom down the walk. 

“Ugh, do whatever, you simple girl,” she chides. “When you’re done, you start on that kitchen. Those damn dishes have been sitting there all day.” 

“Yes mother,” you say to the broomstick as you begin to sweep. 

The sun beams relentlessly down, pouring onto you like fire. When you’re done, you return the broom to its place against the siding of the house and let yourself inside. Your mother hums as she watches the birds. You should be happy to see her outside, to see her in a better mood, but you’re too uneasy with the presence of that man. You know his name but it doesn’t make him any less a stranger. 

You fill the sink and add soap. You plunge a stack of plates into the water and stare out the small window above. You can see the side of the next house. It isn’t much too look at but sometimes a squirrel will critter along the wooden fence top. 

As you zone out, hands working mindlessly on scrubbing and dousing, a shift in the foggy colours of your vision brings your eyes into focus. You blink as Steve waves from outside. He rolls the mower up to the gate and smiles at you. You wince, jolted by the reminder of him. You offer a flutter of your soapy fingers. 

He stops and stares at you through the window. You blink, uncertain what to do. He’s just looking at you. He winks and you wince at the gesture. He slaps his hand back down on the mower and pushes it through to the front yard. That was odd. 

Or maybe you’re just awkward. 

[carolmunson]

come get me, come love me (older!modern!eddie)

part four of who knows how many. orange colored sky set list surprise chapter, bitches. after we got rained out at the park, we finish our date at eddie's apartment in prospect heights, things heat up despite the storm. inspired by @loveshotzz older steve series: all i really want is you (see if you can spot the easter egg in this lil chapter.) tw: age gappy (reader is late 20s/early 30s, eddie is late 30s/early 40s), kissin', reader wears eddie's clothes but there's no body description songspiration: lovesick | banks

The door to the building is wedged between a restaurant and a pet store on a long street of bars and places to eat. You’ve been down here plenty of times, the ramen spot closer to the end of the street is to die for, and one of the ice cream shops is the best in this part of the city. He unhooks the carabiner from his belt loop and hurries the key into the heavy iron grate door before bumbling into the wooden one behind it.

“Whew!” he says when you both get inside, wiping some of the rain from his face. He leads you up the stairs to the second floor and down the small hallways. “Both doors are mine, but this is the front door,” he smiles, kicking his shoes off at the mat off to the side. You do the same. “Sorry if it’s a little messy,” he says, keys jingling in his hands while he opens the door, “Maid took the week off.”

You snort when you follow him inside but he looks at you over his shoulder, “No, seriously. It was her son’s birthday on Sunday so I told her not to come in. I try to keep it together for the most part, but – I don’t know, Sasha gives it a special somethin’ I’ve never been able to do on my own.” 

It’s a little stunning, his apartment. And when you think a little you mean a lot, a floor and a half with a metal spiral staircase that separates the open concept kitchen from the living room, dining room hybrid on the wall closest to the door. Oak floors that look newly shined, a big and deep sectional closing off the space so a dining room table and chairs could be placed on the other half of the room. Even the exposed brick on the back wall looks like it was just put in. His hand rests on your back while he guides you up to the next floor, the metal cold on your bare feet, shivering against the coolness of the central air whooshing through the place.

“If you want I can give you something comfy to wear and throw your stuff in the laundry,” he says when you make it to the top, opening the door, “Bathroom is just around the corner.”

“You have in-unit laundry?” you ask with a breathy sigh.

“I know, I’m so dreamy,” he winks, “You gonna take me up on my offer? There’s towels in there already.”

“Sure,” you take off the linen shirt and pass it to him, “I’ll be right out.” 

The bathroom is small-ish but well put together, it looks like he had it gutted and redone to be more modern, navy blue marbled tiles in the shower with gunmetal hardware – he has an eye, you figure. You open one of the cabinets to see dark blue towels folded and fluffy, waiting for you. The image that meets you in the mirror makes you frown when you wipe your face off – a wet rat with mascara running down her cheeks, blush and lipgloss long faded. You sigh and do your best to wash off your face with what you can, peeling off your wet layers and keeping them on the counter.

“Wanna swap?” he asks while knocking on the door. You ball up your wet clothes, holding the towel up against your chest while you open the door a sliver, easing them out into his waiting hand. You can’t see him but you hear his little snicker while he pushes the dry clothes into your open palm. “You got it?” he asks. “I got it,” you say, balancing them into the room and shutting the door quietly. “Let me know if you want something different,” he offers. You shake out the folded clothes, big black sweatpants and an old, soft band tee. Corroded Coffin spelled out in jagged letters on the front with a marionette dangling from a demonic clawed hand on the back. “This is fine,” you say, slipping them on, “What band is this?”  “It’s mine,” he says. You can hear his footsteps walking away from the bathroom while he talks, “Told you I was a rockstar!” 

When you’re fully changed into his sweats and shirt you emerge from the bathroom, padding out of the tiles in socked feet. You can hear him downstairs putting the leftover snacks into the fridge and freezer from the cooler. Like the sleuth you are, you take in what you can to learn more about him, inching down the short hallway and peeking into one of the rooms. His bedroom looks like a bachelor’s – not in the way a guy in their twenties would have it, but it’s clear he wants to semi impress whoever he’s taking home. You admire the coziness of the space: wrought iron bed frame – likely a vintage thrift find or thousands of dollars. Dark bedding with knit blankets at the foot of the mattress, a dark green rug under the bed atop the oak floors. His walls are littered with framed photos of him with people you don’t know. Show posters under glass from the 90s, some vintage posters from the 70s. It smells like cedar and a nice hotel lobby candle, manly and unassuming. His dressers are a deep walnut wood that compliment the floors with ease – he did say he had an eye for color. Your eyes wander, looking towards the doors of a walk in closet, more art on the walls. A beautiful baroque style mirror that looks straight out of a gothic mansion leaning heavy in the corner. However, you feel heat rush to your cheeks when, slightly hidden, you see two sets of handcuffs dangling off a small hook by one of his bedside tables. 

“Find anything interesting, Nancy Drew?” 

His low rumble makes you jump, turning to see him leaning against the wall of the hallway with his arms crossed. You breathe out a nervous giggle, “Sorry, was just seeing the place. Your room is nice.” 

“Thank you,” he nods, “I just got it redecorated — got a friend who's a killer interior designer.” 

“I bet you got a friend for everything,” you say, meeting him in the hallway where he opens the door to the next room. It's dark, covered in squares of soundproofing foam. A few different guitars hang from the wall above a big desk with three monitors, computer below whirring in a low hum. 

“I do,” he says, “We exchange a lot of favors. This is where I work from for the most part. Laundry is just a closet next to the bathroom. And uh…you saw downstairs, so I guess that’s the tour.” “It’s a really, really nice spot,” you confess, heading back down the spiral staircase, “Super good location, too.” “It wasn’t when I landed here in ‘04,” he leans on the railing at the top step looking down at you, “But you were prob’ly learnin’ fractions back then.” “You’re annoying,” you cross your arms at the bottom stairs staring up at his boyish grin, he winks again – your legs are jello. “I’m gonna change real quick, I made you a cup of coffee – there’s creamer in the fridge if you need it,” he calls out before disappearing from the staircase to change. You go to the fridge where there’s a litter of polaroids stuck to the stainless steel – most of them of a German Shepherd puppy posed with him and another guy, clean cut, nothing like Eddie.

“Whose the cute dog?” you ask when you hear his footsteps against the metal.   

“Oh that’s my nephew, his name’s Bandit,” he says, pulling a shirt over his head while he makes it back down the spiral staircase. Your eyes linger on the tattoos on his chest, trailing down his obliques, “The dog, not the guy in the pictures.” “I figured.” “That’s my buddy Steve, he’s like my brother. I was out in Chicago for a couple months helping him get his shit back on track – we got him a puppy to keep his mind off things,” Eddie snorts, watching you pour some cream into your mug. You offer to do so for him but he shakes his head, taking it from you to put back in the fridge. “Is he okay?” 

“His wife just passed away,” he says quietly. You offer him a sad face and he shrugs in that ‘What can you do?’ kind of way that guys do when they don’t know what to say, “You clothes should be all set in an hour or so.” “Oh, and then you’re kickin’ me out?” you tease, drinking your coffee up against the counter. He smirks, running his palm over the scratchy scruff of his chin and jaw. “Nah, not at all. You can stay as long as you want,” he shakes his head, his curls already starting to dry around his face – big and defined now with the summer rain, “Just didn’t think you’d wanna hang out at some old man’s house all afternoon.” “See, I was thinking how fun it would be to clear you out of your Raisin Bran,” you smirk against the lip of your mug while he makes his way towards you. He crosses his arms, taking slow steps before he’s got you caged in against the counter. If your nose knows, he definitely spritzed a spray of his cologne before he made it back down stairs – dark, spicy sandalwood enveloping you with a whisper of laundry detergent. 

“I’m almost out, actually,” he grins, lids half closing while he looks down into your eyes, “But it’s okay, I have an unopened box of Kashi multigrain in one of these cabinets somewhere.” He waits for your next dig, knowing it’s coming by the quirk in your lips – you’re full of them today. “Gotta keep that blood pressure in check,” you tease again, trying to keep yourself from smiling as he leans in, a deep short chuckle coming from his throat. You little brat, it sounds like.  “It’s really good for your heart health, actually,” he corrects, brows raising a little. A smirk flits across his full lips when he watches you falter a little, your pretty eyes glazing and glassy while he looms over you. His voice gets low and smoky, just like his cologne, “Maybe you could learn a thing or two from me, hm?”

You shut your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek – you can’t show him how good he’s getting you right now, not so soon, “Oh totally, like what the best pill cases are for my future arthritis medicine.” He laughs, the soft crows feet around his eyes crinkling with it. It’s a barking laugh, quick and sharp – you’re sharp, he likes that, “I can definitely do that.” His nose brushes yours and you brace yourself for what’s coming next, ready to feel him kiss you. To feel the buzz of his hands on you like how they were when he led you inside, when he put his hand on your hands in the park. His lips ghost above yours, breath fanning over your face while you take a final one before the inevitable. “You’ve got a quick mouth there, kleine,” he says smoothly. He reaches around you to grab his own mug of coffee, taking a long sip. Eddie catches the miniscule drop of your shoulders, a silent win goes off in his head. You want him to kiss you so bad and that makes him feel like a million bucks – fuck that – a trillion bucks. 

He steps back, taking a sip of his coffee while the apartment gets a little darker, the storm rolling further in. “What’s ‘kleine’?” you ask, trying to regain your breath. He smiles, walking over to the dimmer on the wall and easing the lights up to a warm glow. “It’s German,” he says, looking over his shoulder, “Loosely translates to baby girl.” “You know German?” you ask, trying to not let the translation send you directly into outer space. You watch him with his coffee cup make his way over to the sectional in his open living space. It’s big and inviting, covered in a sea of throws that it looks like he collected over the years. He plops down, tilting his head toward the seat next to him to encourage you over. “I did an extended run of Cabaret in Jersey like – pffft, I don’t know, a million years ago,” he shrugs, putting his coffee on the table in front of him while you plop yourself down on the deep, squishy cushions. You swallow hard when a waft of his cologne hits you again, trying your hardest not to crawl onto his lap to take him in. 

“Saw the show in ‘98 with Alan Cumming, lost my mind – I mean, really transformative for an 18 year old I guess. Years later when I moved out here I saw there was auditions for it and just got knee deep in that shit, taught myself German and everything to make it sound more authentic,” he looks forward wistfully while he recounts the story, smiling at you when he comes back to himself, “Was very helpful when I went to Berlin a few years later.” 

“Oh, how was that?” you ask, “Did you have fun? I’ve never been to Europe.” 

“I’d tell you about all the fun I had if I could remember it,” he grins,flopping his arm up over the back of the couch, beckoning you closer. “C’mere, honey,” he says, the quiet of his voice putting you at ease. You scooch closer to him while he pulls one of the blankets from the end of the chaise cushion and wraps it around your shoulders. With the blanket comes his arm with no hesitation, his hand resting on your shoulder and then down to your waist. “I like to marathon the Twilight Zone when it gets shitty out like this,” he explains, “You down?” 

“Yeah,” you smile, “I’m down. I’ve seen a couple handfuls of episodes.” 

“Yeah? What’s your favorite?” “Hm,” you think, “I think The Monsters are Due on Maple Street. It’s the first one I ever watched.”  “We’ll start with that one, then.” He operates everything from an app on his phone, it surprises you that you’re not as techy as he seems to be. It’s not long before the episode starts and his hold on you becomes more intentional, more cuddly. Thunder booms overhead when the episode gets more intense, making you embarrassed when you jolt. He giggles at you, pulling you in closer – a soft whisper of I got you leaves his lips, you barely hear it.  You snuggle up together while the episode ends and another starts, you tilt your head up toward him, “What’s your favorite?”

“Ooh, good question,” he smirks, “I think The Hitchhiker – it was the first one my uncle ever showed me when I started living with him. Scared the shit out of me.”

“You? Scared?” you quirk a brow, looking down at the way he holds you – assured, confident, “You don’t seem like someone who gets scared very often.” 

“That’s the old age, peach,” he chuckles out, low and rumbly, “All that Raisin Bran, really switches up that fight or flight.” When you laugh he looks down at you, eyes sparkling, noses close together, “Is that funny?” “Yeah, it’s funny,” you say back just as quietly, adjusting yourself a little closer to him, “You’re funny.” His eyes flick down to your lips and then back up, you feel his hand spread out on your waist while he leans in closer, pressing up against you. 

“Just funny?” he asks, watching your eyes flutter closed and then open. His lips ghosting over yours, edge of his bottom lip skating over the curve of your cupid’s bow. 

“No, not just…” you breathe, too intoxicated by how close he is, how his lips and breath tease you. His hand glides up from your waist, trailing a fingertip up the side of your neck, stopping under your chin. You shiver at the touch, goosebumps flooding your arms and legs, belly flipping in somersaults. He tilts your head up, his cocking slowly to the side while his watches for your reaction.

“The show’s about to come back on.” The words are soft and quiet when they leave your mouth, your last ditch effort while fear and excitement roar in your ears. His eyes feel like magnets that you’re constantly pulled too, locking with them while he leans in.

“It’s a boring episode,” he grumbles out quietly from behind a smirk, eyes closing while the tip of your nose is brushed with his. He teases one last time before his lips press warmly against yours, parting slightly to capture them.  You breathe in sharp through your nose, butterflies fluttering and slamming against your chest for release. His hands come up to lay themselves against your cheeks, now hot with excitement while they find home behind your head and neck. He’s fiending for you in the insatiable way he’s felt before, the way a man fiends for a woman.

His leads, taking control of the way the kiss moves with each tilt of his head, changing the intensity each time he breaks away to breathe and come back to you. His lips are full and plush, a soft pink that works for him, it’s almost innocent, when you know he’s anything but. He comes in again, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently to encourage you to let his tongue slide into your mouth. 

His hands greedily pull you in by the waist now that your tongues are brushing, wrapping up together with no space between. You whimper into it, unable to keep the butterflies in your stomach at bay with his other hand roams down your back. You feel his lips stretch into a smile against yours, a growl of a chuckle coming out of his chest when he pulls away again. More kisses, soft and sweet with eyes closed, noses nuzzling before lips meet again. You climb onto his lap, he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you – tight and protective. You lead this time, a hand coming up to cup his jaw while you kiss, taking his bottom lip between your teeth this time. He relents, grip softening on you, fingertips grazing the tops of your thighs over the material of his sweatpants. Your hips roll forward over his and he pulls away.

“Steady now, sugar,” he warns, looking up at you with heavy lidded brown eyes, “I don’t fuck on the first date.” You pout a little, he likes that face, “You got some kind of moral code, old man?” “M’just not that kind of girl, baby,” he shrugs lightly, taking your hand and pressing soft kisses to your fingertips. His eyes don’t leave yours, big and innocent – like he’s challenging you, “Gotta keep you wantin’ more of me.” You can’t imagine not wanting more of him, no matter how much he gave you. “Then how come you kiss me like that?” you ask, his lips still leaving pillowy kisses against your fingers, “Like you’re hungry for me?” 

“Oh, I am hungry, peach,” he smirks, tongue sliding out and gliding up the space between your first and middle finger. The tip of his tongue flicks the pads of them at the top, before taking just your fingertips into his mouth for a moment – hot and wet. Your mouth hangs open, drool collecting under your tongue at the feeling – imagining it happening exactly where you both want it to. “I think we should cut into that icebox cake,” he offers with a smile, like he didn’t just tease you into complete stupidity, “That’ll solve my problem.” He kisses your cheek as he guides you off his lap to get up, feeling lucky that he put on boxer briefs to keep his now painful erection contained – though his sweatpants left little to the imagination. Eddie comes back with two plates with heaping slices of dessert, passing you a spoon while you try your best to calm down. 

“You okay?” he asks sweetly, brushing a stray hair out of your face. You nod, shoving a bite into your mouth so you don’t scream over his gentle touch and soft eyes. So you don’t yell and stomp through his living room about how bad you want him to bring you upstairs and eat you out. So you don’t tell him about the butterflies. You eat, watch, and talk – getting stories on his tattoos, you tell him about how you just started living alone, he tells you all the best spots to get furniture. You share soft little kisses while cuddled under blankets, laughing at the bad special effects and talking about the good special effects for the 60s as the episodes continue on. You fall asleep on his shoulder and he lets out a big deep breath – he likes that you already feel comfortable enough to do so. He swallows hard, doing his best to settle down his own butterflies. 

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𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝓢𝓾𝓱 | 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 1

Pairing: Johnny Suh (bully/idol) x Y/N (nerd/fan) Word Count: 3,319 words (Total) Warning: NSFW, Physical Abuse, Masochism, Intercourse, Verbal Abuse, Smut, Posessiveness Genre: Age Gap, Bully nerd troupe, Fan idol troupe

Setting: Takes place in the inkigayo music show, backstage, Y/N is a foreigner who traveled to Korea to see a pre-recording show of NCT 127

Characters: Johnny, Y/N, Security Guard, Mark, NCT Member

(1/4)

Y/N: It's my first time going to a music show, I can't wait to meet see my fav idol Johnny up close in person

enters the inkigayo building

Y/N: Wow, I wonder where we go from here, there are so many people waiting

few hours pass by

Y/N: I never expected to wait here for so long, I kind of feel hungry

Y/N: I kind of feel stuffy here, I wonder if there is a restroom

Y/N: asks security when will they be done getting ready?

Security guard: Probably in another hour, why?

Y/N: I need to go use the restroom, which way is it?

Security guard: Exit from the backdoor and turn left then right, upstairs, you'll see the restrooms over there

Y/N: Alright, thank you so much

Y/N: I should quickly hurry to use the restroom before they come

runs, turns a left, right, upstairs? a left, right

Y/N: Hmm, I can't find it? I really need to go so bad.

sees restroom

Y/N: (Yes, I found it!)

quickly enters to a stall, sitting down the toilet before hearing another person walk by

Y/N: (Whew, I'm finally finished)

about to flush the toilet until hearing another person again coming by

Mark: I'm finished getting ready, get your ass out of here we're about to perform in like 45 minutes or so

Johnny: Relax, that's a lot of time, I'm just taking some mirror pics, I look good dude

Mark: Alright suit yourself bro

heads out the door

Y/N: heart beating fast (No… WAY, is it actually Johnny himself? I must entered the wrong restroom by accident, was I supposed to go upstairs? Either way, I must get out of HERE!)

Y/N: Looking through the crack through the stall door (He's still looking at himself, he looks so handsome and hot the way he stares at the mirror)

glasses drop

Y/N: (help that was so loud)

picks it up and wears it until meeting eye contact with Johnny Suh from below

Johnny: Yo, bro aren't you in the wrong restroom?

Y/N: Omg, I am so sorry!

quickly opens the stall door before being abruptly stopped by Johnny rushing out the restroom

Johnny: How the hell did you end up here, you were stalking me weren't you?

Y/N: NO, I promise I wasn't!

Johnny: You fucking sicko, what other conclusions can I even come up with besides this, get out you pervert.

heart sank

Y/N: You know what, fuck you, piece of scumbag I traveled here to see your show and paid for you so you think you would want decency and respect from your fans but I can't have the same back. You know what, I shouldn't have came here in the first place!

about to leave the restroom until my wrist was grabbed by Johnny

Y/N: What are you doing?!?

SMACKED

Y/N: gasps (I instantly fell down the floor, touching my pained red face) DID YOU JUST SLAP ME? I"M REPORTING YOU TO THE POLICE.

my hand was forcefully grabbed by him as he pinned me down the floor, his legs on my chest, giving me a seductive view from down below

Johnny: Hah. You know how much I hate people like you, you short nerd

Johnny: Go ahead, and report this to the police, they won't even do anything about it, as much as my company cares about incidents, you think they would want to fire an idol like me?

Y/N: tears rolling down my eyes (I can't believe the idol I loved could care to do such a thing like this)

Johnny: Now your crying? You dumb bitch

SMACKED

Y/N: (got slapped across the face again, this time my glasses came off a bit)

SMACKED

Johnny: I love it when people cry like you, kind of turns me on really

Y/N: Johnny takes off my glasses

Johnny: You know, I kind of feel bad now, never realized how hot you actually are

Johnny: Where you from?

Y/N: (I didn't say anything)

Johnny: C'monnn, before I slap you again

Y/N: s…st…states

Johnny: Which part of the states you from little sweetie pie?

Y/N: C-California

Johnny: I'm from Illnois baby, damn I can't take my eyes off of you

Johnny: You a boy or a girl, can't really tell cuz of your hair

Y/N: well… w- what do you think?

Johnny: You seem like a-

punches his crotch

Johnny: FUCKKK!

Y/N: (You deserve that you fuck, lay there in the ground, I need to get out of here as soon as possible!)

sees the door

Y/N: (Here's my chance!)

grabs the door

THUD!

continued...

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JACKHARLOWSOURCE

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jackharlowsource: Jack posted a photo dump today and included this throwback photo with DJ Drama!

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user: oh

user: when y/n gets a retraining order >>

user: yes just a simple throwback with dj drama no one else

user: ugly ass ghost pants

user: I’m truly a child of divorce

urbanwyatt just added to their story!

CALLHERDADDY

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callherdaddy: Jack’s thoughts on Y/N now that he’s single again 🥹💜 catch up on last week’s episode only on Spotify

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user: he dropping new music so he needs people to like him again

user: dude on apology tour 😂

user: “I love her, she knows that. I believe we’ll get back together when the time is right.” 🥹🥹🥹

user: I love y/n too, you ain’t special!!!

user: he’s acting weird so some news about to come out about Y/N

user: “she’s not even in a serious relationship right now” mind you there’s rumors of her marrying drake 😭😭😭

user: whatever helps him sleep at night

yourinsta just posted to their story!

champagnepapi added to their story!

THESHADEROOM

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theshaderoom: Is a congratulations in order for Drake and Y/N??? A couple months ago there were rumors of the couple getting married but they were shut down by close sources but apparently things have now changed.

According to People Magazine, the pair had a private wedding in Toronto, days before Christmas. Only close friends and family were in attendance, including Y/N best friend Urban Wyatt.

#Roomies send your congratulations to the couple down below!

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user: stop cause I’m so happy for them 🥹

user: awwwww I love that Urban was her maid of honor 😂😂😂

user: chileeeee not y/n stealing my man

user: we gotta hang Drake’s jersey up on the rafters

user: the streets just lost a real one

user: has anyone checked on Jack

user: them leaving the reception early to go get ice cream is so cute 😭

user: sending my condolences to Jack Harlow 💐

user: I love that y/n didn’t wear a traditional wedding dress!!!

BALLERALERT

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balleralert: Jack Harlow just performed the worst halftime show performance EVER. Is the news of his ex Y/N marriage getting to him? Let us know what you think in the comments!

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user: y’all told me he was the best white rapper alive?

user: embarrassing

user: Jack go get yo bitch back please I can’t handle this

user: yikes!

user: whew that y/n voodoo working overtime

user: chileee he just needs to go be a stay at home dad

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Okay so not that I’m still thinking about that art or anything but I have to know, does Horror pick the others up like that too? Do Dust and Cross also get scruffed if they’re in the way or being a pest or are they scooped up more gently? Has he tried picking up Nightmare?? :o

Haha, that's interesting!

I don't think Dust wouldn't get scruffed really, being picked up like that could be very panic inducing I feel like, especially since it removes his hood and messes with his scarf. He's not much of a trouble maker anyways. Though, maybe being picked up like from under his arms would be better, he knows he can't get out of Horror's grip (not without hurting him) so he just goes limp. Horror picks him up for being mean to Killer and it's an immediate slump.

Cross I'm not sure. I don't think he'd be scruffed too much just cause it'd be kinda awkward, they don't know each other that well yet for that kinda bond. Also with his need to be perfect, being physically stopped from misbehaving? He is not having a good time, he feels like a failure. I could see it more like... If he's being hard on himself, like cross insisting: "no, I'm fine, I should train two more hours after having already done eight!" And Horror is just like too bad get scruffed bitch. And Cross could get out of Horror's grip, but the hold is kinda comfortable and he is pretty tired and if Horror's picking him up then he should probably listen right? (Haha what a liar, he loves being taken care of and picked up, touch starved ass)

It'd be kinda funny for Horror to pick Nm up, though I feel like it'd just be reflex, like he's gotten Killer away from danger so many times just by grabbing his hood that one day on a mission he grabs Nightmare's cloak hood, Nightmare's stunned and get kinda choked, he looks back at Horror with a look, my god, if looks could make people melt into the ground that would have done it. And maybe like at home? Kinda like for Cross, when Nm's working too hard Horror comes and picks him up, it goes like this "Put me down you insolent fool! Do you know who I am-" And Horror just says he needs to eat. And Nm knows when it's about food there's nothing to try with Horror. He's all petty like "I can walk there myself" Only to be told "yeah but would you have?" *ensue Nm avoiding eye contact* "that's what I thought." And he just keeps him in his hold, and they don't really talk about it.

Whew this has gotten way too long, sorry man you just give me so many ideas 😭.

[loopdile]

5, 24, 43!

5. Do they argue often? If so, what do they argue about?

Loop tries to pick fights when they're in a bad mood but Odile doesn't really engage, she's just like Hm. Maybe go chop some firewood and you'll calm down a little and then we can talk. Loop is like FINE but only to prove that it WON'T WORK and then they do the grounding physical activity that is easy but requires focus and effort and then they feel better. 🙄🙄🙄. (Odile actually has a whole if-then flowchart taped up in the hallway but it's gonna be a while longer yet before Loop can troubleshoot their own emotions while they're at the height of feeling them.)

Sometimes they argue about domestic things like where the laundry basket should go, because Odile likes to be efficient and Loop likes things to be the way they Should be and can't explain why. Usually the conclusion is that Odile gets final say (bc it's her house) but she will take Loop's preferences into account (bc they often live there too). (And don't worry, mirisafrin live right next door, and bonnie and nille on the other side of them!)

Since upset Odile prefers space, and upset Loop alternates between being a bitch (which she won't put up with) and withdrawing, if they're actually having a major disagreement or feeling hurt, they're less likely to actively fight and more likely to ignore each other for a bit! Loop generally stays at Siffrin's house until they've both cooled off and can talk about it.

Their biggest "fight" happened when Loop got in a mood and skipped town for a week without warning anyone, which did not go over well because Odile's got that abandonment trauma, and is protective of the rest of their family who also have their fair share of trauma. Like it's one thing to make Odile upset but Siffrin and Bonnie were inconsolable. Loop did this bc Odile wasn't paying enough attention to them and they were like FINE I'll just leave and THEN you'll regret it. But Loop immediately regretted it and then was scared to come back. What a mess!!

whew, this got really long so i'll make another post for the other questions!

[the-bard-of-heartstrings]

Seeing a lotta RWBY rewrites/redesigns. Not complaining so long as nobody’s slandering the crew, and I’m gonna throw my in the ring a bit. Yang is one I see often and a common criticism is the fact she’s got brown in her color scheme. I get why this rubs the wrong way, but anyone trying to pull off her redesign knows yellow is a BITCH to pair with other colors w/o making it look tacky. Brown isn’t a bad neutral considering, but I think we can enhance it a little. Bear with me. (Haha)

Here’s my solution + small rewrite (if you can even call it that). Yang’s composed of a mish-mash of different things. Goldilocks being the central fairytale, fire/the sun, dragons. Going back to her fairytale and emphasizing a woodsy aspect in her (being raised in a cabin in patch is a good start) would make furs and specifically bearskin/fur being incorporated in her design and by extension the brown make sense. This sounds like a stretch and congrats if you’ve read this far but listen.

What if: Yang is from a little island traveling around looking for her mom and being exposed to different cultures but she keeps the traditional bearskin/furs of the patch to remind her of home while traveling like a safety blanket could be something. Or maybe she keeps it bc that’s the only part of the Brawnwen tribe and therefore her mom that she has and Yang holds onto it for V1-4 till she meets her and decides to move on and embraces team rwby’s colors more instead. This ALSO visually emphasizes Blake and Yang being both the beauty and the beast more for Yang! Whew this was a long one, I got a lotta thoughts like this so there’ll probably be more of this and maybe even some art if I got time.

[stolitzsings]

Whew! Feels like a while since I did one of these! Thanks @blitzwhore for the tag!

I'm still deciding which WIP to focus on after finishing my last fic (🎉🎉), but I keep thinking about the ways that Stolas’s relationship to BDSM might change, both due to his very real experiences of being trapped/bound/handcuffed and hurt recently, and due to the fact that he now would be truly powerless when subbing for Blitz. Stolas is navigating some recent and very material changes in his relationship to his body, and I really want to explore that in my writing. So here's an excerpt from a fic about Stolas and Blitz trying to reconnect with their kinky sides, and finding new ways to experiment in their relationship!

“I really wanted it to work.” Blitz scooted closer and wrapped an arm around him, and Stolas leaned into his embrace automatically.  “I know you did, pretty bird.” Frustration poured thick and hot into his belly. This had been their thing, the one thing they could count on to be close to each other, even in those moments of heartache when Stolas could feel the distance between them no matter how desperately he pressed into Blitz’s body. This had always been easy for them. And now… “I mean, let’s face it,” Blitz began, gently taking Stolas’s wrist and removing the cuff, “Neither of us has had a good experience with handcuffs in… well, it’s been a fucking while.” Stolas winced at the unpleasant memory, which soon gave way to an urgent need to deny what Blitz was inferring. “But I know you’d never—”  Blitz raised a hand to stop him. “I know, Stols, I know. But that shit can mess with your head.” There was a deep furrow to his brow that made Stolas’s stomach hurt; it was clear Blitz was speaking from experience, and Stolas hated to think of him in pain. “Fucking… sounds, smells, words on TV… It doesn’t have to make sense.” Slowly, Stolas uncurled from his defensive position. He leaned his head against Blitz’s horns and took his hand, interlacing their fingers. There was some big feeling caught in his throat, the type that was so hard to place, to pin down to any one thing. The kind of thing he was used to swallowing down again and again, no matter how much it hurt. He opened his mouth as though expecting the right words to pour forth of their own accord, and when they didn’t, he went back to picking through the jumbled threads of his mind. Blitz sat beside him in silence, giving him time, his tail twitching lazily over the floor. “I feel I’ve lost so much,” Stolas said at last. He felt fresh tears coursing down his beak, but he ignored them. “So much of my life, my abilities, my–myself. I don’t want to lose…this… too.” Blitz’s smile was so soft, his golden eyes so lovely as he cupped Stolas’s cheek and met his trembling gaze. It still felt too good to be true, Blitz looking at him that way, so open and unguarded… “You won’t, Stols. We’ll figure it out. C’mon, they can’t keep a kinky bitch like you down for long.”

He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, and Stolas couldn’t help but let out a tearful, hooting little laugh. “I suppose there must be scores of depravities we haven’t even tried yet.” Blitz grinned at him. “Now, that’s what I’m talking about. Maybe things won’t work exactly the same, but that just means we get to switch it up a little.” Little by little, Stolas felt his mood turning, despair replaced by tentative hope—and, unmistakably, that first thrill of excitement. He lowered his eyelids and attempted a sultry—if slightly soggy—expression. “Get a little… flexible,” he said, the slight rasp of his strained voice lending itself to his performance. Blitz looked surprised for a moment, and then his grin widened. “Exactly.”

Tagging @bookishcatcafe and anyone else who want to join!

[loventhine]

X-Men NSFW: Pegging!

I got bored, and I needed something to write about, so I had this lovely brick (Idea) thrown at me, how X-Men men would react to being pegged.

!YOU MAY REPOST IF WANT, JUST GIVE CREDIT TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR, ME!

This is smut, smut-based content and a smut-based channel, if you have an issue with the fic then scroll my DMs are open to ideas not insults.

                            ⚠️❌MDNI❌⚠️

LOGAN HOWLETT:

First up on the list would be our grizzled trauma-filled war vet, Logan!

Now, for Logan you either gotta buy him a shit ton of beer or be very convincing (persistent) he'll cave if you bug the shit out of him long enough.

Now, our reluctant princess doesn't get into any position oh no, doggy style. He would rather die of embarrassment than let you see his face while you... y'know.

It doesn't help that you squeeze and paw at his ass as if were playdough, he might grunt or growl lowly just grip his hair and mock him and he'll be more vocal.

Might threaten to slice you up while working his hips back against the silicone like a good boy, he loves it but you'll never hear it from his lips but from his actions.

Might cum a little when your breasts press against his back and you talk dirty in his ear, while yanking his hair... his claws peek out of his skin when he orgasms.

Aftercare, he sits against the pillows all grumpy as you take care of him and clean him, he might forgive you when you bring him an ice cold beer. Grumble a thanks and fall over dead asleep.

This is the LAST time he lets you do this, at all.

SCOTT SUMMERS:

Again, reluctant participant who just wants to make you happy, he'll agree to it but god, he's sweating in his seat. He'd sit there all tense and leg bouncing but ease up when you're gentle.

You got work this on him slowly, he's just a baby 🥺

He's more vocal about it, again, be gentle. God, he moans like a bitch in heat when your press his legs to his chest. Got to get in real deep, he loves it, don't stop ;)

His balls are real sensitive, be rough with him when he cums, he can take it ;) Slap his thigh or cock and he cums easy, can you see it? His tip all red and leaky, his moans all high pitched and chest heaving, covered in sweat... hole puckering and twitching like he wants more.

whew... 😮‍💨

He'll need a cold shower after this, he might come back for seconds with his tail between his legs, he's pathetic. But he's yours whole-heartedly!

Aftercare? He's all tuckered out so be gentle! 😡

Reassure him, maybe brush his hair back and kiss his cheeks and remind him of how good of a job he did (he's into that!)

REMY "GAMBIT" LEBEAU

This slut 😫

God, he is so annoying during this time. He'll be talking back and shit, might taught you lol

Introducing the ball gag, shove it onto his pretty lips and don't take it off until all that comes out of his mouth is moans.

Get real disrespectful with it, fold him in half or put one of his knees to his chest then the party really starts to happen!

I- we need this man to be speaking tounges in Cajun French, so fucked out he asks for a break then whine and jerk his hips back when you stop.

Slap his cock or touch his nipples and he cums like a good boy, he's really is sensitive there.

Aftercare? Just hold him for a bit when you're done cleaning him up, he'll need a sec to come back to Earth, he'll probably start teasing you again afterwards.

KURT WAGNER:

Now, it's only fair he takes a double dong since he makes us take both 🤷🏾‍♀️

He was a little scared at first but eager to please, the way he squealed... you'd think he's auditioning for opera. His legs buckle and his body is shaking, glorious.

Lets out those high pitched wails when you grip his hair and slap his ass in the same motion, cums untouched multiple times. He's a whore, of course he loves it.

He lives to push his hips back to catch it when you pull back to thrust in again, he gets so damn loud that you have to gag him. When you're done he's all boneless and out of breath, whispering words of praise in German.

You run him a bath and clean his skin, offering cuddles and snacks afterwards, y'all unwind and watch soap operas together :D

Well, that took forever! And it was fun to write. Again, this isn't proofread and of course there will be errors. Love it, don't. Scroll.

This was low-key rushed bc of STAAR testing week but hope you all enjoy, I tried my best 🙂‍↕️

Love you darlings 😘💕

[qrfit]

Day 4 of 5 day workout week:

Whew! Wow, I am sore today! Luckily, I only had a cardio day planned. So, I felt like I could power through and stay on track. It has been a very challenging time but, I’m working hard to stick to my goal. 👊🏽

Consistency is the goal, but sometimes consistency is a bitch! 🥴

🏃🏽‍♀️ Yet, I persisted! I went through a 42 minute HIIT routine of my own using a medicine ball, a single riser aerobic step, and a Pilates ring. Most of my intervals used no equipment! But, I had fun playing with tools for ramping up intensity for small intervals of time. I kept the pace at 140 bpm and I was hitting my calorie burn goal in no time. I used the rest of my time for weighted abs/core and a long stretch/cooldown session.

Total calorie burn = 406 kcals 🫶🏽

One more workout left in the week! C’mon! We got this. 👊🏽

[linameka]

Favorite Kiss Game

Rules: Create a poll with five of your all-time favorite onscreen kisses, setting any standard for qualification you choose. Then tag more friends to join in!

I'm doing a Thai BL edition!

5. My School President - TinnGun

Such a great kiss! It was so long awaited, so sweet, the realness (Fourth was Gemini's first kiss!), the little lip bite, perfection!

2. Bad Buddy - PatPran

The kiss that started the change in BL kisses everywhere! It completely shocked everyone when OhmNanon went there (if you watched it live, you know!)

3. Love in the Air - PayuRain

🥵🤯 This move COMPLETELY blew my mind! All the other BLs just after LITA tried to capture the sexiness and audacity of that scene, but no one has yet! Special shout out to the non-kiss bathroom scene that totally took me out! Not on here cause technically no kissing but *whew*! 🥵

4. The Eclipse - AkkAyan

The dream kiss, we were all so surprised and happy about it, and I gotta just say, the way KT kisses 😍

5. Hidden Agenda - JokeZo

Joong was already on my radar as a good actor and onscreen kisser (any kiss from JoongNine would make an honorable mentions if I was doing that!) But this kiss really showed me what Dunk could do and I love this series for that! It's so good and playful!

If this list was best love scene or most romantic moments, or best kissers overall, it would be totally different! There's also too many good ones to choose from this past year honestly, so these are just on my brain right now!

Tagging - anyone who follows me! Also some recent or frequent followers @foralleternityidiot @khaoala @tm-trx @that-bl-bitch @thatsthat24 (just for fun, i doubt he'll see or do this but still, since I'm a fan of his!) @callipigio

[jobazzle]

books i've read in 2025

it's! officially! a new year! and the end of the first month of 2025! so i obvs had to do this again (see my 2024 post here)

January

The Women - Kristin Hannah ★★★★½ did i start reading this in 2024 MAYBE SO did i finish this almost as soon as the new year started YUP lmaooo (oh my god i just checked and...i started reading this in OCTOBERFHJDSHKJFS...it was a really good book so i'm glad i finally finished it!!!!)

Bright Young Women - Jessica Knoll ★★★★ this was as infuriating as it was heartbreaking....and also featured one of my top 10 book betrayals of all time i hate that man I HATE HIM

How to End a Love Story - Yulin Kuang ★★★★½ this falls into one of my favorite and most exclusive categories: books where it takes me a bit to really get into it but once i'm in i start reading soooo slowly bc i never want it to end <3

February

Love and Other Words - Christina Lauren ★★★½ my expectations were so high bc of all the hype i'd seen online and yet....this was just....ok....like how is this friends to lovers (MY FAVORITE TROPE) and yet i didn't deeply love and adore it???? NOOOOOOO. however it DID make me SOB so!!!! there's that!!!! (IT GOT TOO RELATABLE)

Taming 7 - Chloe Walsh ★¾ literally what the hell was that (the review i wrote on storygraph was....so long i don't wanna get into it again lmao just know: i HATED how this entire story played out)(and whew was this a rough read for us lizzie defenders!!!!!)

The Rom-Commers - Katherine Center ★★★★★ loved this so much i literally DREAMT about finishing it and rating it five starshjgkhskjfhdsk. the yearning!!! the tension!!! the will they won't they of it all!!!! YUP YUP YUUUUP THIS WAS EVERYTHING (i have decided the theme song of this book is couldn't make it any harder by sabrina carpenter. no i will not elaborate. yes this song choice probably isn't the best or most accurate. but it feels correct ok)

Only If You're Lucky - Stacy Willingham ★★★¾ talk about an unreliable narrator DAMN i'm actually kinda sad for all parties involved like i'm sorry i was suspicious of you i was INTENTIONALLY MISLED by the pov i was reading oops </3 (i was in a theme song kick when i read this and the rom-commers so i do indeed have a theme song for this and it's if you go down (i'm goin' down too) by kelsea ballerini...that would 1000% play during the end credits of a screen adaptation for this ok)

Cross The Line - Simone Soltani ★★★★¼ see i was expecting to hate this and now i'm counting down the days for the second book in the series to release GIVE IT TO ME NOWWWWWW (i literally got up and started pacing while reading the on track racing scenes like bitch i was STRESSED)(that is also the emotion i feel while watching an actual f1 race sooooo 10/10 incredible writing good job love that it evoked the exact same emotions from me fhdsjkhfdskj)(also holy shit what an epilogue)

March

The Pumpkin Spice Café - Laurie Gilmore ★★★¼ not at all anything rly groundbreaking + had a predictable "mystery" buuuut it was cozy as hell (i really should've read this in the fall oops my bad) and idk like it was just a lighthearted, sweet, easy read!!!! i had fun!!!!

Beg, Borrow, or Steal - Sarah Adams ★★★★¾ college rivals to coworker rivals to kinda friends to lovers yeaaaah that's my type of love storyyyyyyy (the fmc is sooooo rwylm by taylor at the beginning of this ohhhhh my god). quote that ended me -> "you think you're unlovable, but i think i've never known how to love until knowing you." like???? oh!!!!! so you want to make me emotionally unstable via deeply heartfelt dialogue????? CONGRATS MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

Sunrise On The Reaping - Suzanne Collins ★★★★★ i really thought i knew the whole story of haymitch's games and that nothing in this would surprise or shock me LMAOOOOOOOO (this was devastating but so perfect in every way)

Lost and Lassoed - Lyla Sage ★★★★½ sometimes a book resonates so deeply with your soul that despite any imperfections you can't help but adore it aaaand that's what this was for meeeee 🫶