#that’s my man and ima stick beside him

[quinnyundertow]

I FINISHED THE SMUT (still in the waiting room 🥲) INSERT EXCITED SCREECHING NOISES! ITS YUTA TIME BABES!

Writing smut in a waiting room is a whole experience 😭🥲

[angel5ofp0rn]

he’s so cringe i fucking hate him

alejandro speaks english u fucking nerd why did u say that

HERMANO 😠 KAY PAHSAH 🤨

[imsiriuslyreading]

Black Mass and AtYD are two of fav Remu stories, also. Tbf, nothing really beats Black Mass for me, though. I haven’t read the other ones you mentioned but I’ve added them to my TBR! (Just now realizing I haven’t read very many fics solely from Remus’ POV, which is a real tragedy.)

Here’s a couple others I really enjoyed:

Sweater Weather: I love this Remus so much. I haven’t read another fic where he’s physically the smaller one. His personality is just so sweet and very different from some of the other fics I’ve read.

Wading in Waist-High Water: baking Remus? Yes, please. He’s so completely oblivious and I can’t get over it. This fic had me giggling and kicking my feet the whole way through. I related a lot to some of the stuff Remus experienced and it was just a really cozy story.

hiya!

FULL AGREE on all of these, immediately yes. absolutely.

Black Mass really was something very special, I think. boy oh boy did i learn things about myself reading that! ANYWAY. as for ATYD? there are no words.

Wading in waist-high water is truly truly one of my favourite things on the planet. i ADORE REMUS in that, he's utterly delicious. (everytime i talk about this fic ((often)) i start talking in food terms by accident). everything from his growing confidence to his bread-making hands just has my heart in its grip. in the nicest, most admiring way possible, never did i think an AU about British bloody bake off would make me cry, scream, giggle and shout out loud BUT HERE WE ARE! put a fork in me, I'm done. (see? ffs) I'll re-read this one forever. the sweetest. I'm really looking forward to this writer's WIP too, my friends @industrations and @assclaptherapy have been violently and aggressively threatening @solmussa and i to read it on a regular basis.

Sweater Weather is genuinely my ultimate comfort fic. found family vibes to the extreme, everytime i read it i feel like I'm there, in the kitchen with them all or supporting them with a tub of ice cream in the living room watching a game, y'know? and honestly, there's nothing that i love more than feeling safe and happy when I'm reading something. so its perfection.

have you read Not another band au by thelovelyzee? that's a good one for a Remus POV - i cant remember if i mentioned that one before but there are some fantastic moments in that, plus the playlist is top top top tier.

happy reading! <3 have the best day!

xo

[ophernelia]

how does it feel to have the prettiest male oc (lou) in the sims history ?

The prettiest? Pfft. Have you SEEN the fine male oc's floating around this site??? GOOD LORD.

[angel5ofp0rn]

ur so real for this

Price’s reaction when you block his path with a riot shield

[brycesfav]

all these couples breaking up EXCEPT halle & ddg like omg. halle stamd up how many times does he have to publicly embarrass you for you to leave ????

[cyberdejos2]

he’s so memable 😭 my favorite 6’3 samoan italian pookie. that’s my man and ima stick beside him

[babbymochiiii]

💋Tongue Piercing: NAKAMOTO YUTA

↪︎Pairing: idol!Yuta x female!reader

↪︎Genre: comedy

↪︎Warning: suggestive context about the piercing

↪︎ Synopsis: in which you’re on FaceTime with him, where you mention the speculations NCTzens have of him having a tongue piercing, and he confessed to you he does.

↪︎Word count: 560 words

divider credit @plutism 🖤

You were in your room laying on your bed while on FaceTime with Yuta once he finally got home from practice. Moments like these is where the two of you treasured the most considering how there isn’t always time and place for the two of you to be together in person.

“You know your fans are quite something.” You giggled as you remembered going onto Twitter today and seeing all of them freak out over the thought of Yuta having a tongue piercing.

“What has them freaking out this time?” Yuta asked with a smile on his face, as he knew you liked rambling about moments NCTzens have.

“The entire timeline was freaking out, because they believe you have a tongue piercing. One even had a close up of your mouth in the JCC video you were in.” You said as you shakes your head with a smile on your face. “Even if you did have one, you would’ve told me.”

“I do have one.” Yuta said bluntly.

“And if you did have one- wait. YOU HAVE WHAT?” You yelled out as you looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Yup, I got one see.” Yuta said before sticking out his tongue to the camera.

Seeing the shiny piercing placed perfectly in the middle of his tongue made your head feel very full with thoughts that you truly didn’t think could go the way they did.

“Y-Yuta when the hell did you get it done? And how the fuck did I not realize?” You said as you looked at him with a forming blush on your face.

Yuta smirks seeing you blush. “Is my princess thinking about the new ways I can pleasure her with my tongue piercing?” He coos at you. His smiling growing wider as he saw how truly flustered you got, as he knew he just confirmed the thoughts in your head.

“No.” You groaned out as you squeezed your eyes shut trying to get this man out of your head, cause he always knew what you were thinking.

“Don’t lie to yourself princess. You know it’s true.” Yuta laughed as he started to admire you.

“I’m not lying…ugh! Yuta you’re making me flustered!” You moaned out as you dropped your phone onto your bed, as you pressed the heal of your palms into your eyes while trying to hold in your laugh so it doesn’t provoke Yuta into laughing.

A chuckle was heard from the phone. “Baby, I’m just taunting you. Besides you’ll see me soon.” He said gently but the darken look in his eyes scream differently.

“Dude ima block you,” you laughed as you knew Yuta was only just starting.

“Block me? You know better than that, princess.” Yuta laughed.

“I’m not! I’m just kidding!” You said as you took hold of your phone again.

“Mhmm.” Yuta hummed, as he gave you an amused smirk.

“So how was—“

“You want to feel my piercing on your clit don’t you?” Yuta’s blurt interrupted the rest of your question, just causing you to blank and stare down at your phone.

“NAKAMOTO!”

The sound of Yuta’s laughter hits your ears, just as an intense heat took over your face.

“I can’t stand you man.” You mumbled out as you covered your face trying to calm down the feeling of the heat.

“I love you more, princess.”

note: I have had this little drabble in my drafts for like…2 years? 💀 it’s been sitting and waiting for it’s time to shine 😚🤌🏼 but I hope you guys enjoyed the little work here! Thank you for reading! 🥰⭐️

— mochi 🤍

[jeansplaytoy]

dying connie’s hair with him!

afrolatino!connie wants you to help him dye his hair 💋, spanish phrases (i don’t speak spanish im trying my best pls don’t kill me), fluff?

“mamiii!” connie called from the bathroom upstairs. you exhaled and hopped up from your couch. “what?” you yelled back. “c’mere!”

you marched upstairs and went into you guys’ bathroom. “wha- what the hell you doing?” you frowned and leaned on the door. “i’m dying my shit, hell it look like?” he stared at you with the hair dye in his hand. you looked around and behind you in a ‘who are you talking to right now?’ way and he smiled and laughed, walking towards you and giving you a kiss.

“cmon, help me.” he said, sitting on the toilet and giving you the dye. “didn’t you just get it brighter connie?” you asked, grabbing the bottle of hair dye and one of your small containers.

“mhm.” he hummed. “so why… do you plan on doing it again?” you questioned while squeezing the red out of the bottle. “because, mami, you know that new Spiderman movie just came out.” he looked at you as you put the bottle down. “what does that gotta do with anything, con’?” you shook your head. “and i want a red spiderweb on my head. and you gon’ do it.” he said.

“i don’t even know how to dye patterns, baby.” you frowned and tilted your head. “it’s okay, ima help you. just look at this picture and then follow it, aight?” he put his phone on the counter in front of you and you looked at the picture. “okay. that looks… easy. enough.” you mumbled.

“so do the lines first, you see? and then add the curves after that.” he pointed at his phone and looked up at you to make sure you understood. “yeah, yeah okay, i see.” you said before you were about to dip your hand in the dye. “no, no, no, dios mío, mami…” he mumbled while grabbing your wrist. “whattt?” you looked at him.

“why the hell you tryna stick yo’ bare hand in the dye for?” he looked at you before pointing at the blue gloves that were right beside the sink. “you supposed to use gloves, bae.” you looked at the gloves and opened your mouth. “oh… yeah.” you laughed before putting the gloves on your hand. “aye, don’t fuck my head up. if you do, we goin all red.” he said to you as you dipped your finger in the hair dye and tilted his head forward. “whateverrrr, if i mess it up then you just gon’ have to deal with it.” you said, looking from the picture to his head. you started in the middle and trailed steadily up his hair.

“you doin’ it right?” he asked. “mind your business, and stop moving.” you said, dipping your finger in the dye again and making another red trail along his hair. as connie got bored of the quietness, he trailed his hands around your exposed hips and waist from the crop top and sweats you were wearing, unintentionally matching with his grey t shirt and black sweatpants.

“why you so quiet? you fucked up my head, ma?” he looked up at you. “C, why would you move?” you stared at him with rested, annoyed eyes. “i probably did after you shifted yo’ big ass head.” you said, grabbing his jaw and moving it back down. “now let me finish.” “aw, naw, you not finna be disrespecting me like this, i’m letting you do my hair.” connie said, softly pinching your waist, making you jump a little.

you smiled before doing the last line. “i’m about to do the curves, be still.” you said, grabbing more dye.

you made the webs connect of the line and stepped back to look at the first one. “am i doing this right?” you asked him. connie looked up at you. “hablas en serio?” he muttered under his breath as you looked at his head and laughed. “huh?” he stared at you with big eyes. “you serious, you messed it up?” he furrowed his eyebrows and smacked his lips. “bro-“ “-calm down, it ain’t even bad!” you said, moving back towards his head. “it looks good right now.”

“man- right now? get out my hair.” he said. you laughed and continued to do the curves. you moved his head lower to do the very back before you stepped back. “stand up.” you said. connie stared at you for a second before standing up and sighing at you, doing a 360 and looking back at you. you smiled. “i did my shit, i don’t care what you say.” you took the gloves off. “whatever.” connie smiled and looked in the mirror before his smile widened. “this shit cleannn. you see this?” he turned to kiss you on the lips.

you nodded and stared at him with a smile. “you like it, i know.” you shrugged. “thank you, i love you, mami.” he said, smacking your butt as you walked out of the bathroom. you smacked your lips. “i love you too.”

[reveluvjay]

Bruh

I mean that's my man and ik how he operates but DAMN. Ima stick beside him I guess 😒

[lonelysatoru]

i love sanji. idgaf if he’s a perv or if his nose bleeds everytime he sees a beautiful woman, idgaf if he a “simp”, i will always stand beside him. he is my beautiful blonde haired king, my goat, my everything. sanji is my man and ima stick beside him

[solosclark]

That's my man. And ima stick beside him

[texasbama]

Every girl in Eddiblr … I can fix him 😂

LISTEN. THATS MY MAN AND IMA STICK BESIDE HIM!😭😭

[kamiversee]

did u hear apparently gojo racist😭

Idek why this is surprising… Did yall miss the way he pieced up Miguel in jjk 0?? U CANT TELL ME THT WASNT RACIALLY MOTIVATED💀🙏

And tbh, he’s not, gege just wants us to hate him 😒

thts my man & ima stick beside him

[starfxkrinc]

https://www.tumblr.com/starfxkrinc/764180250805633024/rafe-has-killed-people

sorry what? i’ve never seen a jj fan defend him.. we know he’s a bad guy, we still want him! RAFE fans are like the creepy boy mom… they refuse to accept rafe is a pos too.. no one is saying to not like rafe bc he’s bad, we just want rafe girlies to stop pretending he’d be soft with you… or at least admit you know he wouldn’t you just prefer to imagine he wouldn’t!! at the the the day it’s fiction but to be in denial about a characters canon behaviors is strange :/

- sunflower (not) anon

like it could be just my curated dash but every jj girl i see is like “this man is a fuckin idiot…hes pissin me off but ima stick beside him” LIKE WE ARE IN THE FRONTLINES OF A WAR DEALIN W HIM but rafe girls dont even let u dislike rafe in peace

[jaxteller87]

where I need to be part 2

Amber’s POV

I was rifling through Jax’s dorm room, looking for a lighter to spark up. I rolled a joint before I left and thought I’d smoke up before we went out for lunch. I was having much luck, so my search led me to his desk drawer, where my eyes caught sight of STD paperwork crammed into the back. I wouldn’t have noticed, nor would I have even looked at it if the bundle of papers wasn’t stopping me from closing the drawer properly. I took it out, flattened the edges, and went to lay it back in by the time I actually realized what I was looking at. With the unlit joint resting between my lips, I started flipping through the pages. A rush of relief washed over me as I saw all the results came back negative, spanning the past three months, but I couldn’t help but wonder what would possess somebody to hold on to this kind of incriminating information. The last thing I’d want is for my STD results to become common knowledge to any random passerby, even if it did declare a clean bill of health. If you ask me, there was a reason someone gets checked in the first place, and that’s generally because something prompted them to.

“Hey, darlin’,” Jax beamed, strolling in from the SAMCRO throwdown.

“I didn’t know you kept this type of paperwork just lying around,” I said, a hint of concern in my voice.

“Yup, sure do. Been keepin’ it for quite a while now,” he replied, plopping down beside me on the bed.

“Um, okay,” I raised my eyebrows, still not entirely understanding his methodology. “Why, though?”

“To let any lady know I’m clean, even though I always wrap my shit. Can’t take chances,” he explained, taking a swig of his beer. “You know what they say, no glove— no love.”

“What?” I chuckled. 

“You never heard that before?” He looked at me, half surprised. “No glove— no love? You gotta wrap it before you can slap it, darlin’.”

“I’ve never heard it put quite as delicately as that,” I admitted. A smile crept across my face while I wondered just how many rhymes the man had about putting a condom on his little Teller.

“Well, I don’t always think with Jax Jr. like most men. I know there’s more at risk than just having a mini-me running around here,” he quipped. “The only one I’m not nervous to sleep with is Ima; on the rare occasion, it does happen ’cause I know Luann has the girls tested all the time.”

That last part stung me a little and pulled me right out of my momentary daydream. “That’s good, I guess—”

“What?”

Oh, shit— I didn’t want him to think I meant ‘that’s good, that you occasionally sleep with Ima.’ “I’m just saying it’s good that Luann makes sure the girls are all tested.”

“Oh, of course. It’d be bad for business to have a chlamydia breakout or something. That’s why Tig’s not allowed any of the girls,” Jax polished off the rest of his beer.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. As a matter of fact, she added a clause in their contracts stating that Tig is off-limits. That man doesn’t care where he sticks the little tigger, that’s for sure.”

I wasn’t sure what to say to that. “I uh— well, that’s kind of gross— but at the same time, I kind of feel bad for him.”

“Who, Tig?” Jax scoffed, which turned into full-blown laughter. “Don’t bother. It doesn’t slow him down any. Besides, I think he likes cold-packing more anyway.”

“I’m not sure I want to know what that even means, but I feel like if I look it up later, I’ll end up seeing something I don’t want to see,” I cautiously admitted.

“It’s when you fuck a dead chick,” Jax said like it was normal.

I felt a lump moving up in my throat, and I instantly wanted to puke just hearing it. “Okay, new subject. Can we stay in here for a while?” I asked curiously.

“We can,” he said, kissing my cheek. “Figured that’s why you were in here,” he chuckled.

“Well, I was hoping while I’m in town, we could have a little fun,” I teased, kissing his forehead.

The next morning found myself wrapped up in my best friend’s arms.

“Morning, my love,” he whispered, and I kissed the tip of his nose.

“Thank you for last night. It was the best orgasm I’ve had in a while.”

“I’m all about service, darlin’,” he chuckled.

“My vibrator at home doesn’t cut it now that I’ve had the real thing. More importantly, the emotional connection,” I confessed.

I was starting to realize that what got me off the most was the emotional connection with Teller. And him calling me his naughty little beauty helped.

The rest of the day was spent at the lake, fishing and enjoying each other’s company. It had been one of our favorite things to do since we were kids.

“Tell me, Amber,” Jax said later that night as he fried the fish we caught. “I see your mind going.”

“No, it’s downright odd, if not dumb,” I laughed, helping with the meal.

“Don’t give me that look,” I chuckled as he raised an eyebrow at me.

“Does it bug you that you’re the only guy I’ve slept with?”

“No, not to sound like a cocky asshat, but it’s hot as hell,” he replied.

“Like we talked a while ago, I’m enjoying learning with you, even though sometimes it’s aggravating for you.”

“Well, I lasted longer than three seconds last night, so I wasn’t as annoyed,” I teased, laughing with him.

Jax’s POV

“Harder, papa,” she cooed as we lay on the living room floor later that night, the soft glow of the TV casting shadows around us.

“There she goes again,” I thought to myself; her moans meant that I was hitting the right spot. The sheer confidence caused a smirk to form on my lips. Growling in her ear, I praised her, relishing the good girl she was trying to be. But as she looked up at me, I could see the pain in her eyes, the demons she was desperately trying to escape. I kissed her forehead gently, whispering, “You feel so good.”

It was a familiar dance we’d been engaged in for the past few months. I couldn’t fix her; I knew that. Not with just sex. But if I could take the pain away, if only for a little while, then I was going to try.

“Thank you,” she breathed a few minutes later, a radiant smile lighting up her face. “Best orgasms I’ve had in weeks.”

And then came the aftercare, a routine we’d come to know well. Drinks, cuddles, her favorite forehead kisses, and my beard scratches. I loved the way she gently scratched my beard, a gesture that never failed to send shivers down my spine.

“Are you warm enough? I can grab another blanket from the sofa,” I offered, concern lacing my words.

“No, I’m good with just the one,” she replied, pressing a soft kiss to my chest.

“You don’t have to go home tomorrow,” I said softly, knowing the thoughts swirling in her mind.

“No. How about you? You’re not busy, are you?” she asked as we settled into our full-body snuggle.

“No, actually, just mechanic stuff. No club stuff, surprisingly,” I chuckled, holding her close. “What do you want to do?”

“Anything as long as it’s with you,” she smiled.