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[jubshead]

Not you being my favourite aaa blog 🤭

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STOPP this is actually heartwarming, I’m happy you enjoy my crazy rambles!

Also, I loveee this emoji identification thing

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

All he knows is flirt with men and lie.

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[densewentz]

[christakisbang]

[johnwickb1tsch]

lessons in anatomy III

a yandere art professor Wick x drawing model muse! reader AU...->chapter map

III.

-You like the atmosphere in the classroom. It's a good group of students. They like their teacher, they like you. Everyone is very chill about the human body for what it is, and no one makes you feel uncomfortable. There is one student who maybe likes you for more than just shapes on the page, though. 

You gently rebuff Matt’s attempts to flirt in the classroom. You're a little older than most of the students, though you are still far from what you consider an actual adult. You're more staff than faculty, but it still feels like forbidden territory. 

When lunch time comes and you are sitting at the picnic table under an old maple tree, soaking up the last warmth of autumn, Matt takes the liberty of sitting with you. He is cute, and soft spoken, and he has sad brown eyes that feel safe to fall into. You like his leather jacket, and his long legs, and his sideways smile. When he invites you to see his band play that weekend you offer a noncommittal maybe. Are you allowed to mingle socially with the students? When he looks through his long hair at you with those puppy dog eyes, you are sorely tempted. 

Little do you know a certain professor watches from the window of his office with narrowed dark eyes, and stews. 

When critique time comes next class it seems like he is extra hard on the young man, nitpicking to the extreme, and it carries a definite weight coming from the forbidding figure that is Professor Wick, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his blackhole gaze fixed mercilessly upon the art, and then the artist. Wick finishes with the recommendation that Matt would do well to focus more on his art and less on other distractions. 

The young man does not try to flirt with you again in class. In fact, he won’t even meet your eyes, and you can tell he’s crushed. 

Though he sits impassively at his desk in the corner, Professor Wick enjoys a bone-deep satisfaction over this small victory. 

He can’t stop himself, from thinking of you as his. 

-Maybe because you feel a little sorry for Matt, you go to his show at a dive bar not far from your apartment. He plays the bass, not badly, and you'd be a liar if you claimed watching his unfairly sized hands skillfully moving across the fretboard didn't do something to you. You sit at the bar with a gin and tonic, telling yourself you’re there to watch but not with him. What could be wrong with that? Even still, when he picks you out in the crowd he shoots you a shy smile that pulls at your heartstrings. 

The bar is packed, a mix of people from all walks of life. The lights are low, visibility in the glow of neon lights paltry at best. Just for a moment, you swear you see a familiar tall dark form in the crowd at the other end of the bar. 

This does not seem like Professor Wick’s scene…but stranger things have happened? 

You find yourself sitting up straighter, for some reason your heart racing double-time. You search the shadows of the close-pressed crowd, but you do not see him again, and you chide yourself that you were mistaken. 

You shouldn’t be as disappointed as you are, but you cannot shake the feeling that weighs upon your skin. Clearly you are seeing things, but…you wish it had been him, and suddenly all you want is to go home. 

You stick it out to the intermission, when Matt wades through the crowd to get to you across the bar. It takes him a while–you are not the only girl in the audience who has come to see him, and you are heartened that he won’t be alone if he doesn’t want to be. “Hey,” he says with a shy smile when he finally makes it to your side. 

“Hey. You guys are great.”

“Thanks. Want to step outside with me?” 

The two of you lean on the brick wall in the alley while he partakes of a smoke. Neither of you have said much. You can’t tell if the silence is awkward, or if he’s like you, and doesn’t mind the quiet. The air is crisp outside; fall has arrived, and you pull your coat closer around you. “Cold?” Matt lifts his arm in invitation, offering you his body heat like you are a baby bird he could tuck under his wing. It’s tempting, but you just can’t shake this weird feeling like you shouldn’t be here. 

“I’m ok.” 

He nods, weighing you with that sad dark gaze, and you wonder for the umpteenth time what’s wrong with you. “Want…to hang out after the show?” 

“I…have to work in the morning.” It’s true. You have to open the bookstore, your steady gig that pays most of your bills, though that doesn’t usually keep you from staying up late. 

“Oh..” He nods, like you’ve answered more than just that question for him, but he’s cool about it in a way that you’re grateful for, even if it breaks your heart for some reason. 

“I guess…I better get back inside.”

“Ok.” 

“See you around?” 

“See you in class.” He makes a pained little sound, a hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his plush lips. 

You turn to go, ready to walk home, when he calls out to you. 

“Hey. Wait.” 

He closes the distance between you, even daring to tug you a little by the lapel of your coat, and you sense his intention a moment before he executes. You turn your head, kissing him on the cheek instead. He groans with disappointment, but also a self-deprecating huff of laughter that you have to admit is adorable. “Alright. Later, y/n.”      

He disappears through the service door, and you make your way down the broken sidewalk with your hands in your pockets and a dissatisfied static inside that has nothing to do with Matt. 

It won’t be a long walk, though it is cold. You are regretting your decision to wear a skirt, even with tights and cute boots. Maybe you need a longer coat. Maybe you need a few more brain cells, or maybe you could even get a goddamn grip. 

You are halfway home when the purr of a loud engine draws your attention, a moment before a black Porsche pulls up to the curb beside you. 

TBC...

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->chapter map pinterest board/ photo credits

[gremnda]

hello yes i would LOVE to see your transfem pangi doodles!!!!

sir yes sirrr!!! it's just a little doodle page but i love her so much, i love to think that tr!ros lent her the makeup and helped out getting her ready :]]]

tr in tr!pangi stand for transfem !! just so everyone knows ^-^ <3

[tommygotwrittenoff]

bobby says to eddie one shift where buck is home sick with chris. going home to see your boys? eddie smiles and says. yeah. and your boys just Sticks in eddies brain and when he gets home he sees chris and buck curled up on the couch asleep and the sight makes him pause cuz. yeah. those are his boys

[floertoer]

[luvrxbunny]

homecoming ─ ★ joel miller x f! reader

a/n: i wrote this at like 3:30am 🦢

wc: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ MNDI, really light choking, dry humping, piv, some praise, oh and some hair pulling but i feel like joel miller smut = some hair pulling.. with me at least cus like.. THE CURLS (not proofread and much longer than intended)

okay so Joel coming back from a trip, maybe it wasn’t even super long, a week or so but nothing you guys haven’t weathered before.

but for some reason; maybe it’s been a long time since he was away from you for even a day.. Joel all but loses his mind without you.

it’s like he goes into heat or something. like his body knows that he can’t have you and suddenly its craving you 10x its usual amount.

he comes back late at night, near midnight. all the guys wanted to take shelter for the night, arrive at the community in the morning but Joel hadn’t mentally prepared himself for another night without you. he refused to go another night without you.

you’re snug in bed when he crawls in. you’re pulled from your sleep by the dip in the bed but you instantly recognize the broad chest pressing against your back.

you gasp and bury your hand in his hair as quickly as possible. you reach over his face as he gives your neck a kiss and presses closer to you, poking you in the back with a feeling you’ve missed.

“is this okay? i’ve missed you so much, love.” you only hum in response, arching your back so he can grind against the plush of your ass, an opportunity he graciously accepts. he groans low and rough into the back of your neck as he starts humping you. “we can stop if you’re sleepy, baby.. shit.” his arm comes to wrap around you.

his forearm stretches diagonally across your torso as he cups your blood with his palm, using you for leverage to grind himself more forcefully into your ass. “could- oh god.. mmm we could w-wait for— until the—”

“baby, shut up.” is all you mumble before twisting to finally devour his lips in a kiss that he whines into. whines

his frantic humping turns into purposeful grinding as you pull away. his breathing is more erratic than you’ve ever heard it. his eyes are shut as tightly as his hand is gripping your hip, surely leaving dents in your skin.

you turn back around to bury your face in the pillow in front of you, too uncomfortable with your body twisted but leaving your hand to play with his hair. “needed me this bad, baby?”

you try to sound teasing, dominant but instead the question comes out high and breathy, sounds as desperate as he’s acting.

all you get in response is a growl from Joel before his hand leaves your boob to flip your body around, letting you face him, letting you— for the first time— really take in his disheveled state.

his hair is mussed— definitely your doing, but his lips are red and bitten, presumably from holding in his sounds to not disturb the silence of the night. his eyes are blown wide, glinting with a crazed look as he grinds into you gently.

he has his hand on your thigh, your leg pulled over his hip do he can grind right into your core, sending convulsions throughout your body.

after taking him in you meet his eyes again and he crumbles. whimpering a loose form of your name before burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent as his hand coming to your lower back to press your body into his.

“i’ve needed you more that air, dove. been craving your soft body, your- fuck- your sweet sounds.” his voice gets high near the end of the sentence, only reminding you of his need. “swear i’ve been seeing you in the stars at night. m’losin my goddamn mind over ya’.”

his desperation is leaking into your veins now, the same way you’ve started to seep into your underwear, growing tired and teased with Joel’s incessant movements against you.

you stay silent, let him release wet moans into your skin as you take matters into your own hands.

you grab his waist band and pull the buttons apart so roughly you may have broken them. you keep up your urgent demeanor as you free his cock from its confines.

his hips don’t stop moving as you fumble with his pants, he grinds against the air, your hands and your wrists, anything he can reach.

he moans your name when you wrap your hand around him but his breath is stolen as you quickly pull your panties aside and shove him in.

he’s surrounded in your wet warmth before he can take another breath. the same heat he’s been dreaming of, craving, fiending for over the course of the past week.

his head is finally pulled from your neck as he sits up a bit with his hand on your throat, his index finger and thumb holding your jaw in place as he forces you to look him in the eye.

his brows are furrowed and there’s a look of confusion and a softness that feels like begging in his eyes. you’re waiting for him to scold you, remind you who’s in charge, that you don’t do anything without his permission first. but instead he just pants against you, incapable of taking even breaths as his hips twitch softly and against his will into you.

you hold his eye contact as your hands come to the base of his spine, pressing down and curving his hips into you, guiding his slow and gentle thrusts.

his face crumples in pleasure, all his features scrunching in as he tries not to moan into your face. his hand twitches on your throat before tightening again as he leans down to press you against his forehead before resting his cheek on yours as he finally releases all the sounds he’s been holding in.

first you get a guttural groan, something that sounds like it came from the depths of his chest; low and rumbling. as his hips begin to move on their own accord, his moans change. they become more urgent, short and cut off as he tries to catch his breath. every now and then it sounds like the first syllable of your name but he’s never able to get the full thing out. “there you go, sweetheart. just like that.”

you try and stay composed as you guide him but he’s ramming into your g-spot like he’s been searching for it for weeks. your brain is turning to mush, melting out of your ears. when Joel pulls his face away from yours, wanting to examine your state, he can tell. he can tell that you’re not all there, that you’re holding on by a thread for him. it fills his chest with pride.

you watch a lazy smirk slide over his face as his hooded eyes meet yours. “it’s okay, baby.. m’here now.”

Joel lifts one of your legs, gripping your thigh and pushing it to meet your chest. “you don’t gotta be all tough anymore.” it feels as though he’s opened up a new channel inside your pussy, like he’s reaching places that weren’t accessible before. like he’s reached heaven, inside you. “you can let go, darlin’.”

you explode.

its that godforsaken southern drawl of his. whenever he talks to you in his low, smooth voice, like pouring warm honey right into your ear, filling your brain with sweetness. you have no choice but to fall apart. you hadn’t even been aware of how badly you’d been craving him.

you knew you missed him of course, but you thought you’d be satisfying yourself decently in his absence.

you obviously had forgotten when your orgasms feel like when they belong to Joel.

it feels like your body falls completely apart. you don’t feel attached your limbs anymore. all you can feel is the warmth blossoming violently in your abdomen. your thighs shake, and Joel tightens his grip, wanting to feel the rippling muscles under his palm.

he watches your brows furrow as your eyes roll back. you go limp in his arms, your entire body relaxed as your soak his cock in your juices.

Joel fucks into you at a leisurely pace, forgetting his desperation in favor of watching you melt into the bed. but as he thrusts he watches you slowly coat his cock, giving him a milky sheen, an award for his actions and a reminder of your own craving for him.

it’s more than a punch in the gut, it’s like he’s been completely winded, like someone has punctured his lungs and crushed his heart inside his chest.

he gasps once and sees your eyes snap open to his, waiting and watching as his body folds in on itself to fill you with its seed.

Joel almost falls on top of you, his arm catching him before he lowers himself into your lips. he’s too busy moaning your name and praises to kiss you properly. he rests his lips against yours as his mind clears, blank and thoughtless, finally satiated after a week of driving him crazy.

his body weight slowly increases as he blankets you, his cock pulsing inside you gently, gently pumping pent up ropes of cum into you despite the small amount already leaking onto your thighs.

“love you s’much.” Joel mumbles groggily into your ear. his hand comes up to stroke your head, soothing you as he notices your rapid heartbeat. “you’re my perfect girl, y’know that? everything i dream of, everything pure.” you feel that terrifying warmth spread through your chest, that intense, buzzing love that blooms in your chest whenever he opens his mouth.

“i know, joey.” your hand slides out of his hair and down his back, scratching gently and relishing in the way you feel his chest rumble with a contented hum. “i love you so much more, y’know that?”

he chuckles softly before biting you semi-gently. “no way.” he sighs against your skin. “ain’t possible.” he licks over his teeth marks before kissing them.

his lips just barely ghost over the area as he falls asleep, his cock warm and soaked inside you.

a horrid surprise for Tommy when he tries to welcome his brother home with a “gourmet” breakfast in bed service.

[waroferas]

who are you?

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 800: Blue sky of joy

Pag 1

1: A climb's outcome is always

2: decided at a place that's close to the sky

4: You bet everything on it, and when the wheels cross the finish line

5: The winner....

Pag 2 / 3

1: raises their hands to the sky and rejoices

A blessing for Manami, the wide sky is Hakogaku's blue!!)

Pag 4

1: The first day's mountain prize goes to Hakone Academy's number 13, Manami Sangaku!!

3: He clearly raises both his arms up to the sky!! For the third year in a row the mountain prize goes to Hakone Academy!!

The sky... is so blue!!

Pag 5

1: I feel alive!!

2: Hakogaku...!!

Kanagawaaa!!

The kings!!

3: Manami took it!!

He beat Mountain King!!

Pag 6

2: Amaziing!!

3: Manami-saaan!!

You're so cool!!

Hakogaku is so strong!!

4: The strongest!!

Manami-saaan!!

6: Waaaaaa

7: Amazing, what a nice scenery

We really climbed to such a nice place

I don't know why, it's strange...

Pag 7

1: but everything looks brilliant

Pag 8

2: The vividness of the greens

The vitality of plants

3: The birds' chirping

The buzzing of insects

Pag 9

1: I can feel the life of every living being

2: Manami-saan!!

You were so cool just now!

It was so exciting!

Manami-kuun!

I took a video!

3: The scenery looks brilliant, doesn't it, Manami

4: In road racing, “victory”

5: is something that's so important it changes the way your body feels

Pag 10

1: Not to mention that it's against the opponent against who he lost for two years in a row

2: The delight makes your cells vibrate all throughout your body

Here's a bottle!

Ah, thanks

4: Manami, that... you managed to get so far while going through so much suffering, you worked so hard and endured

(I threw it away

But I didn't answer)

5: This is

Pag 11

1: a “rewarded joy” for all of that

2: Manami

Hakogakuu!!

Manami-kuun!!

Pag 12

1: Congratulations

Pag 14

1: Thank you for fighting with all your strength

3: After the mountain line there's still the finish line

Keeping your energies for the team is part of the strategy

4: But you used all your strength until your limit to fight against me

5: So, I'm thankful

Pag 15

1: Ah... yeah, but... I couldn't... win...

Even though everyone worked hard to push my back...

2: You're amazing, Manami-kun

You're even stronger than that time on Minegayama

3: Well... at the time I was still at around 75%, I was still in the middle of it

Yet I could still get a lead on you

5: Honestly, this time, when there were around 100m left I thought I couldn't win

But

6: I didn't know until the very last moment

7: You got stronger too!!

Pag 16

1: No no no no

That's not true at all, not true at all

Woah....

2: I just followed, I just did the best I could

3: Aren't you self aware?

That means

4: I just practiced very hard...

That those two control the practices

Their base power has grown

5: Mo- more importantly, huh... I'm sorry!!

Pag 17

1: Huh.... right before the finish line... uhm... I...

Actually...

3: In my mind I referred to you as “Sangaku” without any honorifics!!

4: In....

6: In your heart?

Without honorifics?

Pag 18

1: Hahahaha

2: Hahaha

Huh!? What kind of reaction is this!? Huh!?

3: I'm- I'm sorry

I just... I was really excited at the end!!

4: It's fine

6: I'm actually glad you referred to me without honorifics, it's like... we got so much closer

No, but... I... huh

I don't dislike it...

7: But I guess adding the “kun” really feels like the most natural thing...

Ugh....

8: Besides

Pag 19

1: While you're shouting inside your heart you don't have to add it

3: And at the end, I too, inside my heart

4: I called you “Sakamichi”

6: That, that makes me happy

Right!

7: Ah... now finally...

8: Uhm.....

Pag 20

1: We fulfilled our promise... thank you

Yeah....!!

2: We haven't reached the finish line yet, so we can't rest (haha)

This... this time, since we raced for the mountain stage we still have to keep running even if our race is over

Looks like there's still a little more to go

Ugh...

Pag 21

1: Buaah, yeah!!

It's Hakogaku's victory!!

2: You're too loud!! San-na!!

It's Hakogaku's victory, buah!!

How many times are you gonna say it...!!

3: I'll say it over and over again!! Manami is stronger than Onoda!!

Ugh...!! Onoda-san..!!

4: Humph

Pag 22

1: Amazing, amazing, he's really so cool!!

Uh... he's cool, I guess...

(Tobirama-kun is acting cool)

2: He did it

3: Yeah, and thanks to him

4: The team's morale is rising!!

6: This is bad... Hakogaku-san's power is increasing

What do we do, Hotshot

Pag 23

1: Don't worry, even if they raise their power, let them do it

5: Or, Naruko, are you worried that their morale is rising?

7: Worried? What is “worry”, some sort of rock?

8: That's right. Us third years, me, you, and Onoda have already increased our base power with a program

Pag 24

1: that was sure to make us stronger!!

3: Kakaka!!

4: Huh... what's that... “base power”!?

Pag 25

1: Does that mean they're getting stronger?!

2: Those two's pressure is suddenly rising!!

Pag 26

2: Imaizumi and Naruko's....!!

3: They're getting stronger... than last year

Is this connected to that time at the beginning of spring...

4: when the third years didn't come to practice for a week?

Pag 27

1: Hakogaku's morale is rising? That's just what I was looking forward

Yeah!! I can't help but feel excited!!

2: The “finish line” is waiting!!

[temeyes]

psa from our favorite sergeants!!

[birdgee]

saved myself from an anxiety attack by going through bullets and revenge and trying to remember the order of the songs and singing every lyric i knew. I knew enough for it to be pretty easy but it was still challenging enough to distract me from my thoughts, and made me think about the demolition lovers and how much i love the lyrics rather than spiraling anxious thoughts. Genuinely such a good way to cope when normal breathing/ naming things you can see or whatever isnt working, and you could do this with any album, or even things other than music, like naming characters and facts about them or something. you have to breathe a lot to sing as well so it helps you calm down and focus on your own voice ^^

[revvethasmythh]

You know, I have to say as a stalwart "Veth should get a divorce" truther since at least 2021, this past episode has given me a certain renewed vindication in that opinion

[ghoulspaw]

So, what did the ghouls get you for White Day? 💝