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elysianslove · 3 years

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Those dick analysis are so good!!!! Idk why i just keep reading them Abufbsudjwjdj my i please ask for the setter ones? If its not trouble, of course!

honestly they’re so much more fun than i thought they’d be??? i wanted to do it cause,,, horny thoughts, but then it ended up actually being enjoyable hbsjdd but im so so happy you like them!!! and yes yes of course <3

just to clarify as i always do, this is hella unrealistic and just for fun!!

other versions: haikyuu captains dick analysis, haikyuu aces dick analysis, haikyuu middle blockers dick analysis, jjk dick analysis.

setters done in the captains version: oikawa tōru

HAIKYUU SETTERS DICK ANALYSIS

kageyama tobio

listen, i know he has a skinny penis. something about him just screams skinny penis, but it’s so so so pretty. also it’s not like unsatisfying skinny cause it still has a little girth to it but it’s not painful girth you know? he’s like 6.8 inches? idk that seems right i guess? pale shaft that has a little flush of color to it, and a pink pink pink tip, but it’s like such a pretty, pretty tip, kind of mouthwatering tbh. curves to the right absolutely it does. also he is so sensitive, like everywhere. literally just hover your fingers lightly along his dick and you’ll have him twitching and all. he’s not clean shaven because he never really understood the purpose, like the hair’s there for a reason for sure?? it must be?? but if you ask him he’ll be like “ok.”

kozume kenma

i can’t decide if kenma would have a little dick or not, so i’m gonna settle for he’s a 5.6 inches. thing is kenma knows!!! how!!! to use it!!! like in a way that he’s kind of winging it, but he’s very perceptive so he just goes with what he sees you like the most. also teases so so much before, so that when he fucks you it feels really good!! shaft is a light tan with a golden tip, and very veiny too?? also kenma’s actually clean shaven— he probably waxes pls, just cause it’s so much more convenient and shaving always itches :( idk i feel like he might forget to take care of himself so he does it just so he doesn’t have to worry about it yk

akaashi keiji

god. god. god. such a pretty dick, like you could just stare at it all day. dick pics need to be framed in gold. he’s probably 6.8 inches like kags, with the prettiest pink tip like it’s so flushed but it’s not red and it’s not a pale pink either like just a deep deep pink, and a pale shaft, really prominent veins when he’s hard. his balls are pretty too pls :( and he’s clean shaven, for sureee. akaashi would do the most to make sure you’re satisfied and happy. when it’s hard it curves against his stomach like inward but only a little, maybe at the head yk? is really into foreplay and prepping you for him so by the time he fucks you his dick is drooling for you, and it’s the most gorgeous sight ever seeing it twitch and leak ugh <3

miya atsumu

big dick and KNOWS it. flaunts it. is the type to wave it in your face while in the shower with you just cause. a golden tan to the shaft, darker tip with a slight pink/red flush to it, hella veins, hella girth, hella length. he’s a good 7.1 inches i’m not gonna lie. (osamu’s bigger by .3 inches and rubs it in atsumu’s face all the fucking time btw). he. he is not clean shaven. will make you trim it for him if you really want it clean. (but only to piss you off, he will do it anyways <3). also his dick print is. gorgeous. in sweats? immaculate. gym shorts? beautiful. those red plaid pajama pants that give everyone a fat ass? dick print is stunning. IN TIGHT ASS BRIEFS AND ITS LEAKING A LITTLE? im crying.

sugawara kōshi

omg it’s !!!! he’s so good with it. so good. loves to tap it against all your sensitive spots like your clit after being abused by his mouth and fingers? or your hole after he stretches you? 6.5 inches, sort of proportionate in terms of length and girth, but idk. suga seems like he has a fat dick for some reason? like it’s not shocking girth, but it’s definitely a stretch. idk i can just picture his bulge in jeans or tight pants to be very prominent i guess? or like. idk i can just tell he’s hiding a fat dick in his shorts does that make sense. also a very pretty tip, a pale-ish pink with a shaft that kind of starts off very pink and then pales towards the base. clean shaven!!!!!! obviously.

semi eita

such a nice dick you’d wanna just cockwarm it. but with your mouth. yk. or anything else really. it just feels so satisfying inside of you!! i can’t decide on a length (these are all hella unrealistic anyways) but maybe 6.9 inches. he just seems like he has a long dick!!! more length than girth you know? you know. purple-ish head and pale shaft, sticks up straight with no curves, and not a lotta veins!! there is one or two that are obvious, but it’s delicate yk. also i have the feeling semi likes it messy so he’s obsessed with deepthroating you and pulling out and having his dick covered in a mess of cum and bubbling spit. i will not be taking criticisms thank you <3

koganegawa kanji

oh my god he so has a big dick and literally has zero clue. no concept of size whatsoever. first time you see it and you gasp and he’s like uh oh what’s wrong like he’s not fucking packing as shit??? 6.9 inches with so much fucking girth. not so much that you have to spend forever prepping yourself, but like, it’s definitely a long time. first time you had sex he put it in too soon and you were like pls i beg you and your stupid big dick— fat, fat tan head, a lighter shaft with a golden tint to it. head flushes pink when he’s hard and leaking!!! he’s so messy with the hair down there cause he thought it was cooler but when he learned it wasn’t he was so quick to shave it all off yk :)

ukai keishin

couldn’t skip him!!! big dick big dick big dick. he has a big dick. look at him and tell me he doesn’t. it has a tan shaft, very similar to his overall skin tone, and a pinker tip, which darkens considerably when he’s hard. curves to the right and is so veiny!!! so fat, shaft is fat, head is fat, just so fat. he’s a good 7.4 inches, because why not you know, and always hits it from the back to have his balls slap against you. i— he’s not clean shaven what are you expecting. he’s not gonna shave. will actually make you choke on his dick and bury your face in his lap unashamed. (no but to be honest he would trim it for you, at the very least, not to worry <3)

i tried not to miss out on any setters too!! i looked through the schools and if i did miss any, it just means i don’t know them well enough to write for them, i’m sorry!!! but i hope you guys enjoyed !!! im sorry if it’s a messy or something im writing this with an oncoming migraine </3

luv u all mwah <3

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lunaekalenda · 3 years

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aot boys with a s/o that’s an idol ? =)

no rush !!

yess! i hope you like it💖!!

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❁ some shingeki boys!

❁ eren, jean, armin, reiner, porco, connie, levi.

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eren:

- he's like a kinda lazy stan.

- i mean, he does listen to your music, but he's always late for the releases.

- it is just because he's kinda forgetful, no because he doesn’t want to listen to your music, because he obviously wants.

- “honey sorry, I fell asleep again, but i’m listening to it right now!”

- he’ll stream your mvs while he’s doing work things or works out or plays.

- he send you a video of your dog and him listening to your single to desire you a happy tour!

- he’ll love to go on tour with you, but his work doesn’t let him.

- “i’ll take care of the house and the doggy, and i’ll see all your concerts online. take care, hm?”

- even when he calls you everyday while you’re on tour, some nights he needs to call you for another reasons.

- he’ll make a little romantic dinner and a sweet surprise for the day you return from your tour.

- “missed you so much, honey.”

jean:

- will support 100/100, always looking foward your next single or the date of your next album release.

- graduated in missing you while you go training or on tour.

- he likes to see your music videos with you at home, wrapping your body with a blanket.

- "you're gorgeous, you look so good in that concept..."

- he’ll put your music when he drives and sing to it.

- he’ll ask you to teach him your dances, so you’ll spend time together doing a dance workout.

- he gets the movements but sometimes he just looks how well you dance instead ot dancing himself.

- “jean!”

- he’ll laugh and start the coreography again, this time following your mirrored version.

- asks you to sing for him a bit, always enjoying how well your voice sounds with no arrangements on.

- you sound so sweet he falls in love with you even more, if that’s possible.

armin:

- he's a shy boy, but his eyes shine every time he hear your voice on the radio or watches your mvs on a café.

- he'll send you pics of the tv where your music is playing

- "love, love, look!"

- he has a full book shelf with your cds, even deluxe and special versions.

- his favorites are the christmas releases, always so slow and romantic songs.

- also liked that one that sounded like a zumba class sound.

- "i think you're the only one who liked it, min."

- he has been confused with a fanboy a couple times because of the phone case you made for him, a cute pic of you two after a concert.

- fans ask him where he got the golden ticket, and he blushes.

- he doesn't want people to bother him or you, so he'll goes with "i bought it with my saved money."

- you always laugh when he tells you those stories, but well, he's also a fan, isn't him?

reiner:

- fanbase who?

- he has all your schedules on his phone calendar just in case he forgets.

- he has been to a lot of your concerts, he didn’t care to drive to the place you play.

- he knows your manager doesn’t let him go with you or use golden tickets for free, but you gave him some of them a couple times.

- “sweetie that’s...”

- “shh, just take it, yeah?”

- his cousin likes to make stream parties with her friends, all are big fans of you.

- he’s so proud of you, so so proud.

- he’ll remind it to you every night, when your eyes are about to close. you’re so tired.

- he’ll hug your waist and kiss your shoulder, a little reminder that he’s there.

- once your fans thought he was your bodyguard because he picked you up from the building in his car, opening the door for you.

porco:

- "are you seeing that pretty face with such an amazing voice? it’s my partner"

- he'll be so full of pride, he wants to tell everyone he's with you.

- and well, actually he does.

- doesn’t like to download pictures of you from twitter because he can take his own pictures.

- but he’ll never share them, because for him, that pics are the way of reminding that there is a side of you that only him knows, one far from the idol image.

- and because maybe some of them aren’t conceived for public eyes.

- also, he knows that being an idol makes pressure on you, always judged by society, so he’ll hug you every time you feel down because of that.

- “you’re amazing, baby. don’t let anyone make you feel bad, hm?”

- he’ll hold you even if you cry for hours, the beautiful makeup your stylist made for you totally ruined.

- he’ll pass his fingers through your hair, silently comforting you.

- he’s the one that defends you on twitter fanwars.

connie:

- meme base.

- “conn are you using my latest fansing screenshots as whatsapp stickers?”

- “i’m using them as memes in general and stickers in specific.”

- he’ll send you a sticker of yourself at the end of every chat just because he finds it funny.

- he points the most little thing on your mvs that can make you laugh.

- he enjoys your music a lot, it's totally his style so it's cool for him to basically put all your spotify albums on repeat.

- also listens to the times you were host on a radio.

- "It's kinda weird because the person that says "good morning" with cute voice on the radio is the same one that yells me "connie stop fucking moving for a second is 7 am in the morning." and that's the real duality."

- he always complains that fans don't know you have a bossy side (even knowing he loves it on the inside)

- since he doesn't use more social media than instagram, sometimes he gets news about you kinda late.

- his mom send your family group chat a pic of you and asked how the hell you're still with him. in a joking way, obvioulsy.

levi:

- will listen to your songs and talk about the lyrics with you.

- "i really liked when you said that" he'll point. "it was really deep and meaningful."

- you got training for dancing, singing, rapping and acting, but no on how to tell your boyfriend that sentence was written thinking about him.

- “... yep”

- you ask him to read your new lyrics or to listen to your new demo.

- “sounds pretty, are you the one playing the piano too?”

- he really likes how your voice sounds, and his favorite songs are the more sentimental ones, the ones where you're basically singing for him.

- you're still waiting for him to notice.

- he sees all your interviews and meetings, he loves how natural you are and how you keep having your own ideas, without being manipulated.

- "you're such a strong one, hm?"

- you want him to listen to those songs one day and feel all the love you wanted to transmit on those lines.

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misssophiachase · 3 years

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Under Your Skin

Happy B’Day, @galvanizedfriend I am LATE, soooo LATE but this means the birthday celebrations just continue, right? I have a friend who celebrates her birthday for the whole month so....

I made you a little thing in honour of this auspicious occasion (also, please tell me you got cake on the day, otherwise I will send you some lamingtons). This is part 1 with part 2 on its way.

Thank you also to the lovely and talented @diaz-eddie for making sense of my pics and putting them together when I couldn’t.

(Nik)

Monday

“Get your ass out here pronto, Nik!”

Who needs the snooze button when his employee is threatening to knock down the door with nothing but her fist. He’s seen Anna in action on her roller derby team and is fairly certain she can kick his ass today and probably into next week as well.

He begrudgingly leaves the warmth and comfort of his bed dressed in nothing but fitted, grey boxers but instead of answering the door he decides to make a detour. Eyes still firmly closed, he makes his way blindly to the bathroom and splashes some much-needed water on his face at the basin.

“You realise we can hear you, right? There’s no amount of pampering that’s going to make that face pretty enough, Niklaus,” he winces, knowing she’s using the full version of his name to invoke his absent sister on purpose.

Apparently Anna has recruited Lexi to torment him as well. Given her mixed martial arts training he doesn’t want to mess with her either. All he needs now is…

“Afraid of some girls, Mikaelson?”

Like clockwork, Bonnie makes up the trio. Given her psychic abilities of course she knows he’s afraid of them. She practices magic, probably has a list of his future mistakes documented for blackmail purposes and may or may not have a voodoo doll with his name on it.

Growing up he thought having Rebekah as a sibling was tough but now he has three more and all are ready to converge on him as soon as he opens the door. It’s lucky he decided against giving them keys. Granted he’s their boss and lives upstairs from his establishment but Nik isn’t a fan of the sleeping with one eye open concept.

“We have an incredibly opinionated, talkative and highly-strung person who would like to make a formal complaint to the owner about a certain tattoo from the weekend. Also, Enzo called her gorgeous and let’s just say it didn’t go down too well.”

“Oi! I can hear you, Bennett, given I’m standing right here. In my defence, Niklaus, she is gorgeous and what woman doesn’t love a compliment?”

His friend from college in Rhode Island, while being extremely talented, has little-to-no customer service skills. Nik also, rather unfortunately, noticed a spark between him and his younger sister during her last visit and has been trying to block it from his memory ever since.

“Uh, when they’re making a complaint and are seriously pissed. I say we muzzle him for good,” Anna offers.

“I second that,” Lexi agrees.

Nik wonders if any of his employees actually work given their current and incessant bickering at his front door. He decides then and there a move might be a good option.

Like most, Monday is his least favourite day of the week but he’s fairly certain it isn’t for the same reason. Nik likens it to the moment a weekend hangover finally passes and clarity makes an unwelcome return, complete with a litany of regrets.

Being owner of one of the top tattoo studios at Venice Beach, Nik doesn’t see tattoos as regrets. Far from it. He has a plethora, all telling a story.

His story.

The good, the bad and the downright ugly.

Unfortunately, others don’t see it the same way, much like the person downstairs ready to ruin his day and all before he’s ingested some much-needed caffeine.

“Happy Monday to me,” he mutters, not bothering to look in the mirror before scrambling to find some clothes.

Ten minutes later he appears in his usual uniform of fitted jeans and a suitably hued henley, probably more disheveled than he’d like but given his unorthodox wake up call, it’s hardly surprising.

As he makes his way down each step toward the studio floor, his eyes immediately dart towards an impatient looking blonde at the front desk. Blonde waves caressing her shoulders, pink lips and blue eyes that perfectly match her shirt. She’s standing there impatiently while tapping her perfectly manicured nails on the front desk.

He isn’t blind, she’s beautiful, but at the same time there is something in her eyes and overall body language that spells the bad news he’s expecting. He’s disappointed but when their eyes lock, he does his best not to betray his real feelings.

This is business, after all.

“Well, finally,” she snaps. Even with that frown, he’s trying to reconcile the fact she’s complaining but he’s extremely attracted to her at the same time. “I’ve only been waiting for fifteen minutes. I hope you enjoyed your sleep-in while I’ve been languishing out here.”

“Thank you, I did,” he murmurs lazily, noting the way she purses those lips while her eyebrows rise curiously. “So, what can I help you with Ms…”

“Forbes,” she utters and he doesn’t miss the way she fumbles something so easy as her surname. It’s cute, but he isn’t supposed to think that. He’s also not supposed to be perusing just how well she wears fitted denim either.

Read the rest on AO3 HERE

#happy b'day yokan #better late than never #klaroline fanfiction #misssophiachase #klaroline #under your skin

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obeymeluv · 4 years

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Red String of Fate

Something a little different! Drabble lead + headcanons! I really like the idea of being connected to someone, so have this~

Also: very long, so I only did a few of the brothers. I tend to do them in order but I tried to jump around for variety’s sake since I published a partial post the other day.

Features: Lucifer, Mammon, and Asmo (short-ish, but for a reason. Makes sense when you read the lead-up),

I have to get to bed. Need to get up early for studying + a morning class. Really love this idea so I’ll be working on something unique for the rest of the bros :)

Casual conversations about soulmates and bad dates inspires Asmo to find your one true love. He swears up and down there’s a book that can do it. Being a lover of love and feeling like it’s his duty to see you off into the best of hands—the hands made to hold you!—he sets out to find the book. Legend says Cupid pricked his finger while writing out love lists with his enchanted quill and threw the dirty pages away, deeming them unusable. Instead of being discarded, they were salvaged by another and turned into a book that would answer any love-related question the reader had.

All it would cost is a drop of blood.

Cupid, who was very serious about his task of uniting hearts and forging bonds, felt insulted by the book. He felt cheapened and could not see the joy it would bring before his arrow was destined to arrive. In a fit of rage he threw it from the heavens, assuming it would disintegrate before landing in another’s hands.

He was wrong.

The book circulated for centuries, making its way through humble and haughty, poor and princely. Some say it even inspired the most romantic of playwrights. It was kept by a family of matchmakers for generations before their home was pillaged and burned by a spurned heart. Traded out of guilt or in a desperate moment for silver or food (Asmo didn’t remember which), it ended up in the hands of a scholar. He sat with his crush and read the book, the two asking it hundreds of questions and finding themselves quite content with each other.

After the two got married, they were convinced it was a lucky charm of sorts and passed it along to their friends. Once those friends found their true loves, it started a chain of giving. When one family had all of their children married off, they would pass the book on to someone else. The book spent a fair amount of time collecting dust when one person lost their soulmate too soon and didn’t open it for about five years, convinced it would stay blank. A new love came into their life and they were so moved by the magic, by the joy, that they donated the book to a thrift shop.

Asmodeus lost the history after the thrift shop. Too many people went in and out of it, too much time had passed. All he knew is that it ended up in the hands of a witch who made serious money off of love potions and romantic divinations. One of her grandchildren—a quarter succubus and three-quarters human—had donated it to RAD’s library.

He should’ve just texted his friends about the damn thing instead of researching it like Levi does his events. Should he be proud of all the effort? You could be, but he was kind of put off by all the work. It was shabby and beaten, hardly bigger than a typical planner. Definitely unassuming and definitely looked like it’d seen some things. Asmodeus was expecting something gorgeously gilded and velvet.

Hopefully a peek into your future would make up for all the disappointment. “I bet it’s me.” he touched a finger to his soft lips with a giddy smile, little ring glinting in the light. He practically skipped out of the library and back to the House of Lamentation. At the very least, he’d get to go on and on about how he found it and how grateful you should be that he cares for you so much to do so!

Asmodeus whisks you away into his room, the bed already set with pillows that were both aesthetic and luxurious. Nothing too out of the norm for him, but he wanted something that complimented the romantic undertones of this little endeavor. He coddled the two of you in a plush pink blanket before cracking it open and guiding your finger along the edge of the page. The red soaked in, ink blossoming in a faint pink that turned a brilliant scarlet.

The book grew warm, almost burning as the scarlet began to sear and shimmer on the page. You heard him hiss and grabbed the book as he started to squirm and scoot out from under it. You’d barely grabbed the book when pinky-red smoke exploded violently in your face. It didn’t burn or have a taste but it was surprisingly thick.

“What? No names!” Asmodeus had finally swatted away enough of the smoke to see a blank book. “It’s supposed to be names!” he scowled, kittenish fangs threatening to poke at his lower lip.

“Maybe there’s been a revision,” you blinked distractedly, talking more to yourself than him. Nope, still there. You wagged your finger at Asmodeus, showing off the bright red string tied around it.

His oncoming rant receded immediately, eyes shining a gorgeous and unmistakable pink. “Let’s see where it goes!”

To Lucifer:

He’s in the middle of doing paperwork (shocker) when he finds a vibrant red string tangling in his pen and catching on the lines

Tries to shake it off (very undignified, glad no one saw it)

Puts his pen down to pick at it and untie it. When that doesn’t work, he slips the opposite glove off with his teeth and lets his demon aura come out just enough to turn his fingernails into claws

That didn’t work either

Physically tries to pull the string off and begrudgingly stops when he realizes his finger might come off first

A huffy, annoyed man

Takes an awkward pic with his D.D.D and sends it to Diavolo, wanting to know if it’s a prank

Diavolo swears it’s not and Barbatos suggests it could be the red string theory, that thing some humans believe in.

Could it be true? Does he have a soulmate? Could he, being a fallen angel? Demons had soul mates?

All the questions swirl and he just leans back in his fancy padded chair to absorb it all. There’s something beautifully sad and...comforting...at the thought of demons having a soulmate, someone made just for them

Lucifer doesn’t really think that a soulmate’s at the end of the string, but he tells himself it’s a walk for the sake of his health, to stretch, and sets off to find the string

The eldest is quite surprised to run into you and Asmo, the string clearly tied around your finger.

“A bit overboard, don’t you think, Asmo?” Lucifer’s a little aggravated by it. What is this, a set up?!

His little brother swears against it, holding up a beaten book not even Mammon would waste money on.

Apparently, the string disappears when the soulmates touch their fingers together. Lucifer rolls his eyes and tries to soften his scowl as he presses his finger to yours.

You’re both surprised when the string thickens until it resembles a ribbon, kinking in the shape of a heart before disappearing in a burst of pinky-red smoke that has your fingers tingling

Lucifer says nothing, silently stunned and heart yearning at the tingling in his finger. It’s warm, like your love.

To Mammon:

IS IT ONE OF THE WITCHES?! IS THIS A TRACKER?!

First reaction: “OI! What the hell?!”

Also shakes his finger

Immediate second reaction is to chew on it and try to get it off

Ends up sucking on his tender finger like a baby because he basically chewed on himself instead of the string

Texted all the sorcerers and witches he knew. They all deny hexing him or mentioning him in potion-making.

He’s surprised to find he can still move around with the string. It’s not straining or limiting him, so he goes in his closet of magical seals, peeling a few back to reveal a sizeable hoard of stuff he’d stolen over the centuries (including some stuff he had on him from the Fall).

He tries daggers of all sizes and types. They don’t cut the string, either

When nothing seems to work, he marches towards the source, wrapping it around his fist with a grumble.

He pulls on it at random just because it’s a minor inconvenience and he couldn’t get it off.

Mammon notice that it runs under Asmo’s door and he yanks on it really hard, hoping he’s tearing thread off of a sweater or something. Annoying ass little brother!

When you yelp he freezes. Brain hasn’t quite kicked in yet and he yanks it again to check the reaction. Another yelp, and a thick thud behind the door.

Sounds like you’re involved somehow. Oops.

Turns out you had a hard time coming out of the room because he wound the string too quick (and weren’t strong enough to tug it back to yourself)

Asmo’s in the middle of lecturing him as he squishes your poor little face, scowling and lamenting that MAMMON is your soulmate. MAMMON, of all people, who’d been smacking you against a door for the last few minutes!

Now Mammon’s interested and needs the story

Gets a biiiig shit-eating grin when he realizes what’s happened.

Takes your hand with his usual fanfare of ‘’Course I would be! I’m their MAIN man! Their BEST man!”

The string seems to tie your hands together for a brief moment before exploding in a burst of smoke and Mammon’s still grinning like an idiot.

He doesn’t let go of your hand

To Asmodeus:

He’s waving that smoke away when he feels a new, subtle weight on his finger

Whatever it is, it’s flitting and ticklish. He can feel it catching on some of the fashion rings he wears

Asmodeus doesn’t know whether he wants to purr or squeal. He did something that hurt your human ears though.

Didn’t realize it hurt your ears until after the noise bottoms out to a lower pitch, and immediately cups his hands over yours ears, sliding them up into your hair while he showers the crown of your head in apology kisses.

Makes a video clip to send to the bros in a group chat and has to redo it several times because they can’t really hear his words over the smug purring and clicking

It warms his heart to know he has a real soulmate. Asmodeus really struggles with the concept of genuine, non-sexual love.

He figured the most he could ever get was platonic love or brotherly love, but this is a whole new thing for him and he’s honestly blown away

For a brief moment he feels like Heaven’s Jewel again, so treasured and special. It almost makes him cry

He’s lowkey crying.

100% takes advantage of the fact that your fingers are tied together until you touch fingertips. You guys giggle quietly and cuddle close as he loops the string around his finger so you put your arm around his neck

“You don’t need a string to make me touch you, you know.” you tease him, wrinkling your nose in that cute human way you have

“I know,” Asmo gives you an Eskimo kiss that turns into a few butterfly kisses on your mouth, leaning over you and into you.

Totally uses the string as an excuse to cuddle you and turn down any activities the bros want you to go to. (”Can’t, they’re kind of tied up.”)

Let this baby bask in his sure thing, okay? He really needs it, and you know he’s good for it

Gives you hand kisses and cuddles into you

Gets the bright idea to try to bottle the smoke that’ll erupt when you touch fingertips. Sacrifices his most beautiful perfume bottle to immortalize this moment

Catches the littlest bit, so thin that he has to hold it up to the light to see it.

Complains about probably swallowing most of it during that attempt

Is now even more shameless about demanding his cuddles and attention because you guys are destined lovers.

#Obey me!#Obey me! x Reader #Asmodeus x Reader #Asmo x Reader #Lucifer x Reader #Mammon x Reader

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tuffduff · 4 years

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Your Pretty Little Angel (Axl Rose x Reader)

Pairing: fluffy modern!Axl x Reader

Words: 1,785

Request: @zeppelinwhore : “ Hey, love! How r u? I was wondering if i could request a fic with modern!axl? Where reader feels insecure about herself, like she saw the pic of Axl and Lana and then she feels like she is not as pretty as Lana. Or some shit like that lol. <3 “

A/N: Thanks for requesting, hun! The more of these modern!Axl imagines I write, the more I want to be his little sugar baby, ya know? Hope y’all enjoy this one! (Also this gif fucking killed me he’s SO cute)

Taglist: @ubernoxa @the--blackdahlia @reigns420 @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker @rumoured-whispers @dustnbones

Your fingers drummed on the bathroom counter in front of you, drawing your focus to the sound of tapping against the granite rather than the gaping mirror in front of you. Anything but the reflection.

It wasn’t as though you were always racked with self-hatred or insecurity of your appearance. At the same time, you weren’t vain. You had worked hard to accept you as you were, it was all anyone could do, right? Everyone had their days though.

Especially when you were dating a globally celebrated rock star.

Axl Rose used to be a name that circulated the news channels and magazines much more frequently. Nowadays, any mention of Guns N’ Roses was a bit rarer, especially since Axl chose to lead a more private life. His name still had the power to generate headlines, though. You had definitely seen the latest—the images were practically burned into your mind now.

“Axl’s New Flame”

“So, Lana Del Rey and Axl Rose Are Hanging Out Together”

“Where’s Y/N? Axl Ditches Former Girl-Next-Door For Singing Siren”

You knew it was innocent. You knew rumor articles were cruel. You knew there was likely nothing even to it; Axl had gone out for a business dinner and they must have run into each other. After all, Lana Del Rey is a well-known Guns N’ Roses fan. The only pictures you had seen so far was her walking ahead of him leaving the same hotel restaurant. Axl simply wasn’t like that; you had been together for over a year now.

That was you trying to be rational and avoid a spiral of doubt. But of course, you ended up tumbling over the edge and soon got lost in overthinking.

You read the articles, every single detail you could find. The fact that she wrote a song all the way back in 2008 called “Axl Rose Husband.” Her coy smile in the pictures—so beautiful with her elegant face. Sure, Axl wasn’t like that, but did anyone really expect to get cheated on? Did anyone ever expect to be left? Those kinda things blind-sided even the most infatuated adoring lovers, and you began to brace yourself for the impact. Sure, you had just moved into his house, but he could always kick you out. You and Axl had never even exchanged “I love you” with each other, maybe he was seeing what else was out there. Maybe he had been charmed, maybe you just hadn’t seen other pictures yet. You read the articles speculating if Axl had left you in the dust. It was easy to find pictures comparing you to Lana. This was worse than online stalking because all the work was done for you—and there were people’s commentary and opinions, people you didn’t even know, who didn’t know you.

When you glanced up, almost accidentally, you realized you had started crying. You chuckled bitterly and added another negative trait to your list: too fucking sensitive. Who did you think you were, dating Axl Rose?

“Hey, sugar, I thought we were getting lunch? You’ve been up here for almost an hour.” You heard Axl call from your shared bedroom and heard his steps crossing the floor. You panicked; you didn’t want him to see you right now when the image of her was probably pinned in his memories. Her laugh, her smile, her bambi eyes looking at his. Was he comparing the two of you like everyone else? Wondering why he settled when he could’ve had her?

“Uh, hang on! Give me a minute,” you tried to stall; you needed a helluva lot longer than a minute.

“What’s wrong?” You heard Axl asked as he paused right outside the bathroom. It was almost a casual question, as though he weren’t really expecting anything serious to be wrong. “Your hair brush is out here if that’s what you’re looking for.” You chuckled slightly, smiling sadly at his nonchalant observation. “Are you okay?” He pressed when you didn’t answer, and that’s when you completely fell apart.

“Y-yeah! I just, uh...I poked my eye and...” you lied with the first thing that entered your head and grimaced at the weak attempt to stop your voice from shaking as hot, fresh tears spilled from your eyes. “I’m actually not feeling well; maybe we can go another time. Why don’t you go get something for yourself?” He didn’t answer, and you wondered if maybe he had left to do exactly that.

“Why in the world would I do that?” You jumped at the sound of his soft voice right behind you and glanced up to look at him in the mirror’s reflection, staring back at you in confusion, hairbrush in hand. Heavy concern shaded his face when he saw you. “Y/N, what’s wrong, darlin’?”

“It’s really nothing,” you lied and Axl immediately frowned angrily at you. His boots hit the floor with purpose as he marched over to where you sat on the vanity stool. He knelt down right next to your thigh in an effort to match your level.

“You know I hate it when you tell me that, Y/N. I hate wasting time with you upset and me not knowin’ the reason why. Do you trust me?” You hesitated at the question and saw a flicker of surprised hurt flash in Axl’s eyes.

“No, I do!” You said quickly, before you shook your head. “I do. Really, it’s just me overthinking...and just...imagining worse case scenarios and...” you shrugged.

Axl was silent for a moment before he stood. You stared at your lap, wondering if you had offended him, before you felt his fingers weave through your hair. He pulled your head closer to him, to where your cheek was resting against the denim covering his hip and his fingers massaging your scalp.

“You and that pretty little head of yours...” he muttered affectionately. “C’mon, sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong. I get it, you know. Wasted plenty of years of my life just fucking overthinking things I didn’t need to.” You looked up at him and something in your expression suddenly made him pull you up by your elbows. He took your place on the stool before he brought you down on his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Now,” he prompted. “I’m listening.”

You stared down at your hands in your lap.

“I saw the pictures.” You murmured.

“Pictures of...?” Axl asked.

“You with Lana.” You peeked up at him and watched confusion furrow his eyebrows before understanding took its place. There was a silence.

“Ah.” He finally said with a nod.

“There were...a lot of articles telling me about the state of my relationship this morning.” You chuckled feebly. “You know, a much better start to my day than Folgers or the weather forecast.” Axl was shaking his head.

“I hate them.” Axl said. “I hate all of it. The manipulation, the way they think they know every detail. And it still happens, even now, twisting it all however they want.”

“For the record, I didn’t think anything of it.” You reassured him, though you couldn’t help the way your voice sounded small. You wondered if Axl could hear the insecurity behind your words too.

You could feel Axl pat your hip, his hand resting against you.

“Someone introduced us. She’s a big fan, it was nice conversation. I liked some of her ideas, concepts she was telling me about songwriting. But that was it. We walked out at the same time and that was somehow the big story.” You nodded a little. You had known that, but even with the confirmation, you were left wondering why you still felt empty.

“I guess...it’s just harder for me.” You said out loud, trying to work out your thoughts. “I’m...nobody. And you’re you, and I knew that—it wasn’t what drew me to you, that’s not why I got into this—but this world knows you too and how amazing you are, and then, sometimes things like last night happen. And I trust you with all my heart, Axl, but someone like Lana Del Rey; she’s gorgeous. She’s talented, she’s acclaimed. I’m sure she would have been willing. Why wouldn’t you...”

Axl’s grip tightened around your hips now, making you stop your words.

“First of all, I never want to hear you say something like that again. Y/N, you’re not nothing. You’re nothing short of incredible. This world hardly ever says anything about how ‘amazing’ they consider me. Mainly, it’s just about how I’ve lost it.” You frowned a little. There was a change in his tone, switching from insistence to almost cynicism. “How I don’t sound the same anymore. How I don’t look the same. I’m washed up, I’m an egotistical perfectionist—the list goes on. But you…you’re beautiful, baby. I look at you and I can see the way everyone else looks at you, and it makes me I wonder how in the hell I get to have you. You make me proud. You make me feel like the things I see written about me aren’t true. Because you never make me feel like that.” You twisted in the position you were sitting to face him better.

“I’m a fucking mess,” you laughed breathlessly, fighting another onslaught of tears. Axl smiled, leaning up to kiss the corner of your mouth, a fleeting kiss, uncaring if his lips even met yours because any inch of your skin was a prize to be kissed.

“You’re not a mess. Baby, you’re a whirlwind. Your thoughts, the way you look at the world, all the things you’ve brought into mine...”

“Axl...” you stopped him, but only had an absence for any words to explain the relief you were feeling, the calm that filled you. You could only shake your head and reach your hands out to cradle his face in in them. He immediately leaned forward to press his lips to yours.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered, his eyes still shut as you pulled back, stunned. He blinked his eyes open, smiling again at you. “I love you, my pretty little angel.”

“I love you too, Ax. I always wanna make you proud.” You replied back, smiling against his lips as you kissed him again.

“You do. And you know what else?” He asked as he pulled back. “I’m pretty fucking hungry.” You laughed with your head falling back before you stood from his lap.

“Just gimme a second. I’ll be ready soon.” Axl paused by the door.

“Wear that blue sundress of yours, baby. The one with the slit up the leg.” There was a twinkle in his eye. “I want them all to see you on my arm today.”

#axl rose #axl rose imagine #guns n roses #guns n roses imagine #gnr #gnr imagine #classic rock imagine #modern!axl

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lesbow · 4 years

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my thoughts on the croods 2 so far

based on literally NOTHING but the trailer so even i’m taking all this with a grain of salt

the art:

GOOD: the colors are gorgeous. TC was always a vibrantly breathtaking movie and luckily the second seems to be the same

BAD: i’m disappointed with the clothes. at the end of the first movie, the croods excluding guy got huge wardrobe changes to highlight they were not the same people they were in the beginning. but sadly the sequel seems to have??? cut that out entirely as the family are in their caveman clothes again.

GOOD: i like how the faces are more...... refined? the eyes look more natural and have neater lines. and i also like that the face shapes have been tweaked a little too. those that needed sharper features (eep’s face in the first movie was literally a circle) got them, and those that needed smoother and more rounded features (guy used to have the Anime Triangle Jaw) got them too.

BAD: this also comes with a negative though. as someone already pointed out, although their faces look neater, they also look a little too neat. all of guy’s blemishes are gone. actually, everyones blemishes are gone.

BAD: also, their hair! in the first movie, everybody’s hair is messy. it’s the wilderness! they don’t have combs. but in the trailer, guy’s hair looks like it was literally put into a straightener. and this is before he went through the betterman transformation. a side by side of what they did to guy (they butchered my boy!!) is in the post i already linked. it’s nuts

GOOD: another thing about the character designs i DID like was ugga. most of the girls/women’s faces in the first movie were round, soft, and wide eyed. ugga’s face in the trailer now has more variation to it. she has high, sharp cheekbones, her eyes are narrower, chin more pointed. the women do not just have “soft” facial features anymore. i like that theres more variety between them.

GOOD: i love the farm and domesticated animals. the wildlife has always always been one of my favorite things about the world of the croods and they deliver on it once again (black and white furry elephants!!!)

BAD: there’s a downside to this part too tho and i will direct all of that towards douglas. WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO HIM?!?!? he looks completely different in a bad way. he looks simple. i look at douglas in the trailer and see an easy-to-make toy. the colors are simple and no longer ombré, his teeth are more rounded and claws nonexistent. he doesn’t look anything like a tiny crocodile creature anymore, and more like a toy store plushie come to life. look at him in the trailer and then look at him in a pic from the first movie and then look me in my eyes and tell me they didn’t ruin my boy.

now about the actual plot:

BAD: why are the croods “searching for a perfect place to call home”? why is guy so eager to stay at the farm?? yes, guy is an inventor so new technology would interest him, but he was way more focused and concerned abt making it to Tomorrow. at the end of the first movie, they all agreed to become nomads and stay on the move, following the sun. a theme they explored was that home was not a place/“a cave”, and is actually just about being with the people you love. so why would they want to..... settle all of a sudden? eep ofc still wants to get out and grug doesn’t like strange things, but the others are like in love with the place?? i have to say with all these things so far it’s almost like they’re trying to scrap the end of the first movie entirely and just base the sequel off the beginning to middle sections. which is kinda disheartening since the end was so beautiful and made me tear up.

GOOD: i like that there’s another family, especially a mom, dad, and a daughter. i LOVE the fact that eep now has a friend her age and it looks like they develop a great relationship!! i desperately hope the same happens with ugga and the mom, and maybe grug and the other dad can bond too. all 3 of them, while having extremely different lifestyles, have very similar roles, and could confide in and relate to one another.

BAD: again, my biggest concern is the backtrack. in the trailer, grug is wary and upset with his family for growing attached to strangers. just like he was in the first movie with guy. “i don’t know if cave people belong in a modern world” they’re not cave people anymore. they’ve already developed past that in the first movie. “this place is changing everyone” grug is still afraid of change?!?? he got over this in the first movie too! so not only have they backtracked with the clothes, but also with the character arcs. this is a little worrying. how loosely connected is this sequel??

GOOD: nonetheless, i do think the croods encountering farmers is interesting. so far, they’ve only known that you can either be a caveman or a nomad. being neither is an entirely new concept to them, and it will be interesting to see how they deal with this third lifestyle.

BAD: WHAT HAPPENED TO RIDING THE SUN?!? i’m sorry, i’m just struggling to wrap my head around why the croods would be so ready to settle down. they had a plan. they were gonna follow the sun until they “caught it” and then ride it to Tomorrow. so what happened? especially with guy?!?!? that was literally his life’s most important goal. sooo.....????????

GOOD: while i was busting a lung, one of my friends suggested that the plot this time could be about “remembering one’s roots”. like how the theme for the first movie was that change and moving forward is good, so the sequel could now be about how, although progress is good, it’s also important to remember where you come from. i think this could be an interesting storyline if they do it right.

extra thoughts:

BAD: where are the other pets? the owl bear? the liyotes?? the land whale??? they didn’t go extinct bc the croods rode off into the sunrise with them. so Where Are They?????? did they get erased to?

GOOD: i definitely like the revamped betterman designs. apparently they looked completely different before and i very much prefer their looks now. i’m tired of the “blond, conventionally attractive character(s) think they’re better than others” trope. the bettermans look more like regular people and take pride in the technology they’ve created. i especially like how racially ambiguous they are, as i know this was one of the points the first movie got praised on too. (i do think goth!dawn wouldve been a cool contrast to eep’s bubbliness tho)

NEUTRAL: okay so this is based on both the trailer and fan theories. ive seen a few people wonder if the bettermans are actually guy’s long lost family since they look a lot like him, especially with their affinity for technology. while i don’t think this is a bad theory, i don’t know if i’d want it? idk it’s hard for me to explain but it feels like we’ve already covered guy and his family’s past. can you even imagine the convo lol. guy: “omg you guys are alive!!? i thought you’d been gruesomely drowned to death by tar!!!” / them: “oh no we just hopped right out of that. so anyways” like?!?!??? idk it would just feel...... idk. i think it’s unnecessary. (the theory that dawn is their adopted daughter and is actually guy’s last remaining relative/sister is interesting tho)

conclusion:

good total -> 8 points

bad total -> also 8 points

final thoughts -> so yeah. all in all i’m excited for this!! i love the croods and the themes and subtle little touches they had in the first movie, and am interested to see what they do in the second. unfortunately, it looks like a few things got retconned which is very concerning. i both like and dislike the new art/designs, and am very interested in the dynamic between the bettermans and the croods.

and reminder: i’m taking even my own first impression with a grain of salt (a very, very tiny one) since we’ve seen literally only one trailer so far. these are just my thoughts based on what we have. they might change as more things get released, or they might stay solid. who knows! anything goes until the movie actually comes out.

(also pink!belt will be the death of me)

#the croods #the croods 2 #babbles #long text post //#m: the croods

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dominatedolans · 5 years

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Selfie ♡ E.D.

A/N: hi! so this is my first time writing in, literally, forever. this is also my first time writing smut, as well as my first time writing anything about either one of the twins, so hopefully it isn’t too awful. i got this idea from a concept that was sent in to @aphroditedolan (who is one of my all time favorite writers btw, go check her out if you haven’t already). anyways, i really hope you all enjoy, please feel free to send me some feedback (whether it be positive or constructive criticism, either is fine)! 😊

Summary: In which Ethan and Y/N are best friends, but that quickly spirals into more when Y/N sends him a risqué selfie one lonely morning.

Warnings: language, one brief mention of cheating, smut, unprotected sex, bit of fluff at the end

Word count: ~5.3k

Ethan and Y/N had been best friends for what had seemed like their entire lives, but in reality was only around 4 years. They had bumped into each other, quite literally, when they were both in a rush one day to grab their coffees and get to their respective destinations. Ethan had been rushing out of the coffee shop and Y/N had been rushing in, causing them to collide in the middle. This had resulted in Ethan’s coffee being poured all down the front of Y/N’s brand new shirt, and to top it off, all of the papers she had been holding in her arms for her very important meeting at work were now scattered all over the floor — and covered in coffee.

After standing there, frozen, with his jaw completely slack, Ethan finally got his shit together and bent down to help Y/N pick up her now coffee-soaked documents, struggling to find the right words to express how sorry he was (but trying his damndest anyways) the entire time. She had laughed him off with a wave of her hand, telling him she should have been watching where was going, and he had felt his shoulders sag with relief that she wasn’t going to completely flip out on him. Still, he felt horrible, so he had offered to buy her a coffee as an apology, which she gratefully accepted, because, hey — times were rough, and Starbucks was definitely not the cheapest place in the world.

After that, they had a few more run-ins at that very same coffee shop (though, thankfully, not quite as physical), and they quickly decided to exchange numbers to keep in touch. The rest, as they say, is history.

Turns out, Ethan had been exactly what Y/N needed in her life at that time. She was going through some rough patches, in more ways than one. She was struggling financially, she hated her job where she was over worked and under payed, and she had just found out that her scumbag of a boyfriend, who she had been with for six years, had been cheating on her for the past two. Needless to say, Y/N needed some form of joy in her life — and that’s exactly what Ethan provided.

Ethan made her so happy and helped her in more ways than she could even begin to thank him for. He helped her find a new job (one with less sleepless nights and a higher pay), he helped her find a new apartment that was pretty similar to the one she already lived in, only it put less of a strain on her monthly finances, and he helped boost her confidence levels through the roof (which, once upon a time, was easily her biggest mental struggle).

Even now, four years after the beginning of their friendship, Ethan still managed to make her feel good about herself every. single. day. Every morning, Y/N would wake up to a text along the lines of, “Good morning gorgeous, hope you have a great day today. Be sure to send me your OOTD later 😚.”

It had become a daily tradition between the two. If the text wasn’t there when she woke up, he would inevitably text her at some point throughout the day requesting his daily selfie. He would ask to see what she was wearing for the day, even if she was staying in that day and was just lounging around in sweats and one of his hoodies, and he would hype her up to the max. Some of his typical responses would include, “WOW what a goddess 🤤,” “how are you so beautiful honestly,” and “that’s MY best friend 😍.”

That last one actually managed to kill her a little bit inside every time he said it, if she was being perfectly honest. She always thought that if they had met at a different point in her life that maybe, just maybe, they could’ve wound up as more than friends. They had just clicked right from the start, and their bond had only grown more and more as time went on. Unfortunately, since she was suffering from the worst break-up of her life when she met him, she hadn’t even entertained the thought of them as a couple at the time. He had hinted at the potential of something more quite a few times at the beginning of their friendship, but she was always quick to politely laugh it off and make some sort of comment that put him right back into the friend zone. She had felt bad, but she didn’t want him to be her rebound — she thought way too highly of him and valued his friendship way too much to risk losing him.

Now, though, she sometimes found herself staring at him a little too long with a grin on her face that was maybe a little too big when he would smile at her or let loose one of his famous laughs that were ridiculously contagious. She sometimes had to remind herself when they were cuddling and she had her face tucked into his neck that she couldn’t just pepper it with kisses and mark him as hers. She sometimes had to stop herself from watching his mouth when he talked while fantasizing about the way his lips would feel in between her thighs.

Anytime she found herself daydreaming like that, she would quickly distance herself from him by at least a little bit in some way (whether it be by simply looking away, or by making up an excuse to go to the bathroom). She had to remind herself that this was her best friend, and she couldn’t think about him that way. And besides, she had shut him down so many time in the beginning that there was no way he could still be interested in her. She had made it perfectly clear that they were just friends; so that was on her.

She couldn’t help but let herself wonder, though, during the times when they would jokingly flirt back and forth. She would find herself wrapped up in the moment, full-flirting mode on, when Grayson would interrupt the two of them with a roll of his eyes by saying something along the lines of, “god, would you two just get a fucking room already,” to which Y/N would blush furiously, and Ethan would glare at him for embarrassing her and promptly tell Grayson to “fuck off, bro.” Still, even after their (innocent) flirting, Y/N would have to come back down to earth, filled with disappointment, and remind herself that they were, unfortunately, only joking, and that they were just friends. Just friends.

Ethan, on the other hand, was always left feeling on top of the world after one of their flirty moments. He loved the way her eyes twinkled as she complimented him, loved the way she would get the smallest little smirk on her face when she made a suggestive comment, loved the way she would grin and wink at him after he made some sexual innuendo. He loved it, because he had been wanting to make her his for four years now, but she had always made it clear that she only had friendly feelings towards him. So he relished in those moments; those times when he could let his attraction towards her be known in full force and to have it feel like she felt the same. The only downside, though, was that he knew she thought they were only playing around; even if he wanted nothing more than to just rip her clothes off.

He had started their daily “send me an ootd selfie” tradition shortly after they had met, and even though his intentions were (mainly) to try to help her gain confidence, they weren’t all that innocent. He loved the days when she was relaxing at home and would send him a full-body picture of her only wearing one of his hoodies that fell high enough on her thighs to show off just enough of her long, creamy legs to have him drooling, but low enough to always have him wishing the hoodie was just a little bit shorter. He loved the days she sent him a selfie before working out in nothing but a sports bra and a pair of skin tight leggings. And he really loved the days during the summer when she would send him a selfie of her out by the pool in nothing but a tiny little bikini that had him having to find the nearest cold shower to jump in to.

Now, as Ethan sat at one of the god-awful, torturously boring meetings that he and his brother were forced to attend, his line of thought quickly made him remember that he hadn’t asked Y/N for his selfie of her yet today. He discreetly pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent her a quick text while hiding his phone under the table as best he could. “Hey pretty girl, don’t forget to send me a pic of your outfit for today. I’m bored af at this meeting and could use something pretty to look at 😩.”

He sat there for a few seconds and waited for her response, but when she didn’t text back right away, he slid his phone back into his pocket with a disappointed sigh and half-heartedly tried to listen to what those around him were droning on about.

Back home, Y/N dropped the package she had just received to the floor with a frustrated huff. Before having to get up to answer the door she had been trying everything to get off. She had tried to use a few different toys she had tucked away in the back of her nightstand, she had tried watching porn, she had even gotten to the point where she was so desperate to cum that she had allowed her mind to wander to a place she normally never allowed it to go when she was trying to get off — to Ethan. Thoughts of him had gotten her right to the edge, but right when she was almost at her peak, the fucking Amazon delivery guy had knocked on her door and she had had to halt her activities to go sign for her package.

She childishly stomped her way back into her bedroom, extremely frustrated knowing that her mood was dead and she wouldn’t be getting herself off today. She picked up her phone after tossing herself back into bed and noticed that Ethan had texted her what time she was dealing with the delivery guy. She still had those filthy thoughts of him lingering in the back of her mind, so after a moments hesitation, she dropped her phone back onto her bed and got up to find what she wanted to put on before taking her daily selfie for him.

Still at his meeting, Ethan mindlessly glanced at his phone again for probably the tenth time since he had texted Y/N, still impatiently waiting for her to respond. He knew that she had to be awake by now — she never allowed herself to sleep past ten — so why hadn’t she texted him back? He checked his phone three more times in the next ten minutes, still awaiting her reply. He was growing more and more impatient with each passing minute, actually starting to even get a little worried, when he finally felt his phone buzz against his leg. He unlocked his phone and clicked his Messages app, and he was immediately sent into an awful coughing fit after literally choking on his own saliva.

At her house, Y/N anxiously chewed on her thumbnail as she stared at her phone, wondering what the fuck she had just done. It was stupid, and impulsive, and fuck was she still horny, but she definitely should not have done that.

She had went to the mall with one of her friends the day before for a much needed girls day out. They worked at the same place and work had been stressful for both of them as of late, but thankfully, the big project they were stressing over finishing together was finally done, and their boss had given them the weekend off as a reward. They had taken advantage of the day, utilizing the time to go to all of their favorite stores to update their wardrobes, dropping in at the salon to have their hair trimmed, and then stopping by the spa for waxes, mani-pedis, and massages. After they were finished at the spa, Y/N’s friend dragged her back into the depths of the mall because she had been feeling frisky after getting waxed clean and wanted to go pick up a new lingerie set to show off to her boyfriend for when she got home. Y/N had rolled her eyes (with a smile on her face, of course) but had followed her friend into their favorite lingerie store.

Once they were in there, Y/N’s friend would not stop insisting that she treat herself to a new set as well. “C’mon, Y/N,” she had said. “How long has it been since you got laid, anyways? Buy something sexy, find you a man honey! You deserve it after the past few weeks we’ve had a work.” Y/N had shook her head as they laughed together, and decided, hey, maybe her friend was right. It had been a rough few weeks at work, and she never bought herself anything sexy anymore because she felt like she didn’t have anyone to show it off to.

She had bought a sexy, satin red bustier and matching thong set. The bodice of the bustier was mainly see through mesh, with see through lace on the sides. The top had lacy push-up style cups complimented by a little red satin bow that sat in between them along with straps that dangled from the bottom of the bustier that were available to clip to garters (but she simply allowed them to dangle tantalizingly down the tops of her thighs). The thong was a little simpler, consisting of red satin with a little bit of red lace lining the top, and a little red bow that matched the one on the bustier in the center.

Y/N couldn’t believe that she had allowed herself to actually slip into that very same lingerie set before snapping a few pictures of herself and choosing the best one to send to Ethan. Now that her sex-hazed mind was starting to simmer down, she couldn’t believe she had allowed herself to send him such a risqué picture. Sure, she had sent him plenty of bikini pictures in the past, so he was no stranger to her body; but a picture of her in that lingerie, combined with her “fuck me” eyes and the slight smirk she adorned, was not a picture she should have sent to her best friend.

She was freaking out. It had been fifteen minutes since she had sent the picture, and Ethan typically responded in less than five. To make it worse, he had his read receipts on, so she knew he had seen the picture and had read what she had sent with it. To be fair, she had only said, “hope this helps x😘,” but still... that picture. Why was he not responding?

Five minutes later, she heard the tell tale signs of her front door being unlocked (the only person with a key other than herself was Ethan), and she bolted from her bed in shock, letting out a small gasp and only realizing then that she hadn’t even changed out of the lingerie yet. She allowed a string of curses to slip from her mouth, but before she could so much as pick her phone up from the floor where she had dropped it in her shocked state, Ethan was already standing in front of her, jaw slack and eyes wide.

His eyes were slowly taking in her figure from the bottom up, savoring every last second. Finally, he met her eyes, and they just stared at one another for a few quick seconds in tense silence. “Um, hi,” she finally managed to whisper, just loud enough for him to hear, and then she let out a shocked squeak as he was rushing towards her, a predatory look in his eyes.

Once he got to where she was standing he raised his hands to either side of her face and pulled her in for a heated kiss. She immediately responded, placing one of her hands on his chest while wrapping the other around the back of his neck to play with his hair.

Their mouths collided in a heated embrace before Ethan swiped his tongue along Y/N’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. She eagerly obliged, their tongues battling for dominance as he let his hands wonder down her body. His arms found their way around her back, grabbing onto her ass and jerking her closer to him. She let out a small moan once she felt their hips smash together, his hardness evident through his pants.

“Fuck, Y/N, you have no idea what that picture done to me,” Ethan panted, pulling away to begin to trail kisses down her neck. She simply giggled in response as he kissed his way down to the place where her neck met her shoulder before sucking a bright red mark into her skin, causing her to let out a breathy moan as she tugged on his hair. He groaned at the sensation, sliding his hands down to the backs of her thighs and tapping twice as an indicator for her to jump.

He carried her over to the bed, throwing her down onto it and watching her bounce a few times as he began to crawl over top of her.

He reattached his lips to he neck, this time trailing his kisses lower until he was kissing the swell of her breasts, Y/N’s breaths coming out in short, quick pants as she watched him. “As much as I love this,” he mumbled, pulling back to run his eyes over her top, “it needs to come off.”

He snaked his hands under her body to unclip her bustier as she arched her back off of the bed to help him. Once it was unbuttoned Y/N slipped her arms out of it, allowing Ethan to toss it carelessly to the floor. He sat back on his knees, eyes roaming over her torso as he admired her body, biting his lip. “God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he muttered, leaning back down to attach his lips to hers.

One of his hands began to play with her nipple, pinching and pulling and rubbing it between his fingers, causing her to arch into him with a moan, thrusting her hips up towards his for some kind of friction. He rutted down into her when he felt her hips seeking his, both of them letting out loud moans at the contact. Ethan pulled away from her mouth, panting.

“I mean, what were you even thinking, sending me that, anyways, hmm? You were just asking to be fucked, weren’t you, pretty girl?” He questioned. His words sent a pulse straight through her core, Y/N nodding along eagerly in agreement. “Want you so bad, E,” she panted, desperately wanting him to touch her.

Fuck, he couldn’t believe she had just said that. He felt his dick throb in his pants and he quickly tossed his own shirt off of his body in an attempt to rid himself of some of his own clothes. He was definitely eager before, but after hearing what she had said he just couldn’t wait anymore. He kissed his way down the center of her torso, down between her breasts and past her belly button, before glancing up to lock his eyes with hers when he reached the hem of her thong, silently asking for permission. She eagerly nodded her head, desperately wanting him to do something, anything, to relieve the throb between her legs.

He hooked his fingers into the sides of her thong, slowly pulling them down her legs before tossing the material somewhere on the floor with their other items of clothing. He kissed his way up her inner thighs as he pushed them farther apart to allow space for him to climb in between them. He finally reached his destination, his head tucked prettily in between her legs, before licking a single, long stripe from her entrance up to her clit, where he teasingly flicked his tongue a few times. Y/N released a loud moan, the sound going straight to Ethan’s dick, while arching her back high off of the bed.

Ethan hooked his arms around her thighs and pressed down on her hips to keep her on the bed, eagerly flicking his tongue against her clit once again once he got her to hold still. She was clawing at the sheets at the sensation of his tongue, feeling him circle it and flick it and lick her in ways she had never been licked. “Fuck, E, that’s so good. Please don’t stop,” she panted, thrusting her hips up to meet his tongue. He hummed against her pussy, the vibrations pushing her even further towards the edge as she laced her fingers in his hair.

She was a moaning mess, climbing higher and higher towards her peak, when she felt Ethan insert two of his fingers into her center as he continued to lick at her clit. She felt her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he began to pump his fingers in and out, feeling her release rapidly approaching. Ethan curled his fingers forward in a ‘come hither’ motion, the action sending her over the edge, causing her to release a string of curses along with his name. “Oh shit, ohhh fuck, I’m — Ethan!” She screamed, releasing all over his tongue. He hummed against her once again, eagerly licking up all of her juices until she began to come down from her high.

“Fuck, that was good,” she panted, a lazy smile on her face. “Yeah? Well I’m not done with you yet, baby,” Ethan smirked, crawling back up her body. He kissed her, letting her taste herself, causing her to let out a little moan. She trailed her hands down his chest, letting her freshly manicured nails lightly scrape against his muscles, causing him to shiver and groan into her mouth.

She pulled back from the kiss, trailing her lips down his neck, leaving random, tiny little love bites in her wake, before reaching his collar bone where she sucked a very prominent purple mark in his skin. He groaned, throwing his head to the side in pleasure, allowing her more room to do what she pleased. She suddenly flipped them over, Ethan grunting in surprise, before looking up at her with a smirk. “Damn, baby... what’re you gonna do, hmm?” He questioned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Y/N felt her core tighten, loving the way he was talking to her.

“How about I just show you?” She purred, a sultry look in her eye as she began to trail kisses down his chest. He groaned lightly in response, swiping his tongue across his lips before dragging the bottom one in between his teeth as he watched her kiss down his body. Fuck, this was better than he could have ever even imagined.

She had finally made her way down to his pants, fumbling with his belt for a second before finally getting it undone and then unbuttoning his pants. She worked his pants and underwear down his legs, allowing him to kick them off once they got to his feet. She made her way back up his body to where his cock was resting on his stomach, the tip swollen and leaking pre-cum from the lack of attention.

She began kissing his inner thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls, causing his breathing to pick up as he fisted the sheets while staring down at her. She finally reached his balls but moved on up his body past them, careful not to touch him yet. She teasingly licked from his hip bone up to where his cock lay just below his belly button, allowing her warm breath to fan over his length, before doing the same thing in reverse on the other side. She sucked a mark into his hip bone when her tongue got there, causing him to thrust into the air, dying for some sort of contact.

“Y/N, please,” Ethan begged, “please don’t tease, I can’t take it.”

Y/N glanced up to meet his eyes, seeing the desperate look on his face that had her dripping down her thighs once again, before licking a long stripe from his balls to his tip, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. She traced his tip with her tongue before (finally) wrapping her lips around him, causing him to throw his head back and let out a loud, drawn out groan, thankful for some relief.

She began to bob her head, swirling her tongue around as she sucked him off, her right hand carefully rolling his balls around to provide extra stimulation. Ethan was in heaven, trying his best to watch her while she worked her magic but failing because it just felt so fucking good and he couldn’t help but close his eyes and throw his head back onto the bed.

She released his cock with a pop, moving down to gently suck his balls into her mouth one at a time, causing him to let out a string of curses. “Fuck, Y/N, you gotta stop,” He panted, reaching down to pull her up his body to meet his lips. “I don’t want to cum without being inside of you first.” He told her, flipping them back over so she was on her back under him. His words, once again, had her core clenching, and she eagerly pulled him down to smash their lips together once more.

Ethan pulled away, reaching down to grab his cock and running it between her folds to get himself nice and wet (not that he really needed to given how she had just soaked his cock with her mouth) before pausing to glance up to meet her eyes. “This okay?” He asked, patiently waiting for her to respond.

“Ethan, please just fuck me already,” she moaned, and that was all the incentive he needed before he began to ease his way inside of her. They both let out moans once he pushed the head of his cock in, Ethan pausing for a moment to drop his head into the nape of Y/N’s neck while he took a few deep breaths. “Holy fuck you’re tight,” he breathed, kissing her neck briefly before raising himself back up onto his hands.

He eased himself the rest of the way inside of her, pausing every now and then because he knew it had been a while for her and she would need to adjust, but also because she was tight as fuck and he didn’t want to shoot his load before they could even get started.

Once he had bottomed out he paused one last time, allowing her to get used to the stretch while he reveled in the feeling of being inside of her. He began to move after a moment, his thrusts slow at first before he began to pick up the pace. Y/N arched her back and let out a moan, loving the way he was stretching her out.

“You like that?” Ethan asked, picking up the pace even more. All she could do was moan in response, thrusting her hips up to meet his every time he slammed back inside of her. She soon felt the coil deep in her belly, signaling she was beginning to climb towards her second orgasm.

Ethan could tell she was getting close when her moans began to rise in pitch and volume, so he abruptly pulled out, causing her to whine at the loss of contact. “On your knees,” he demanded, causing her core to clench before she obediently flipped over on her stomach. She stuck her ass up in the air with her head resting on the bed, arching her back to allow him better access. She turned her head to look back at him after a moment when she began to grow impatient, letting out another whine. “Ethan, please,” she begged, wiggling her ass at him in an attempt to get him to hurry.

Ethan could’ve came just looking at her like that. Laying there all wet and ready for him, face down, ass up, begging for his cock. He moved forward, rubbing his cock between her folds once again, before quickly thrusting inside of her this time. She let out a loud moan at his sudden entrance, shivering as he began to thrust in and out of her at a rapid pace.

She felt that coil come back, quicker this time given how fast he was moving and how deep this new position allowed him to go. “Fuuuuuck E, please don’t stop, so fucking big, feels so good,” Y/N moaned, feeling like she was on the verge of tears from all of the pleasure. Ethan leaned forward, leaning over her back so his mouth was near her ear. “You like that, baby? You like when I pound into this pretty little pussy of yours? Who’s making you feel this good?” He growled, continuing to fuck into her with all he had.

“YOU, Ethan, only you,” Y/N screamed, beginning to thrust her ass back to meet his hips. “That’s right, baby,” He groaned with a smack to her ass, causing her to let out a moan that was louder than any of the others. Ethan immediately picked up on this, smacking her ass again as he began to move impossibly faster.

Y/N reached down to rub her clit, feeling the knot in her stomach getting tighter and tighter as Ethan continued to pound into her.

“I’m gonna cum,” she panted, feeling Ethan’s cock twitch inside of her. “Cum for me, baby girl,” he breathed back, immediately feeling her core tighten even further around his cock, sending him even closer to his own release. He fucked her through her orgasm, waiting until she was finished before he pulled out and jerked on his dick twice, releasing onto her back. She collapsed down onto her stomach while Ethan made his way into her bathroom, wetting a wash cloth with warm water so he could clean her up.

He wiped his cum off of her back before laying down beside of her, both of them still panting, trying to catch their breath. When Y/N’s breathing had finally returned back to normal, she let out a little giggle, causing Ethan to open his eyes that he hadn’t even realized he had closed in the first place so that he could look at her. “What?” He questioned, a smile beginning to creep its way onto his face.

“Looks like I’m going to have to text my friend and thank her for making me buy that lingerie,” she said, causing them both to start laughing. Ethan scooted even closer to her, wrapping his arms around her so he could pull her into his body.

“Tell her thank you from me, too,” he added, both of them still giggling as he kissed her temple and closed his eyes, a dopey smile on his face. He was so beyond in love with this girl, and there was no way he was letting her get away now that he had finally gotten her.

#ethan dolan #ethan dolan smut #ethan dolan one shot #ethan dolan fic #dolan twins #dolan twins smut #dolan twins one shot #dolan twins fic #mywriting #selfie #w: selfie

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saint-patrice · 5 years

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“Tbh I would like to have the 34 *other* Bergy pics on your shortlist, complete with commentary lolol. And then (if you’re still waiting that is) any other Marchy pics with commentary? xD xD”

here are some more of my favourite marchy pics, complete with my bizarre personal commentary, for anon! the 34 bergy pics can be found here also!

Note: a few people have said they like these posts, so i’m up for taking people’s requests if there’s a particular player they’d like to see! inbox is always open (and anon is on) so just drop me your request and i’ll get working on it :)

okay so this is some absolutely premium cute marchy!! the smile that manages to be completely self-confident yet in no way cocky? the polite little wave as he surveys his audience who, if i recall correctly, were booing him heavily?? oh i do love you mr rat. marchy is fantastic and i have so much respect for the way he deals with his reputation across the league and the excessive amount of shit he gets.he knows what people think of him yet doesn’t seem to let it get to him. i have so much love for him.

KATRINA IS LEGENDARY. before moving on to the part of the image that gave me whiplash when i first saw it, we’re back to talking about brad’s smile. i think i said it in my last post but he really is one of those people who smiles with their whole face - even if you just saw his eyes in this photo you can immediately tell that he’s got that little grin on his face and that’s adorable tbh. now onto the d*lf mug (censored bc i fear the dodgy underground porn blogs these days)… i don’t even know where to start. i feel like he very proudly bought it for himself. and it’s like the only mug he ever wants to drink out of. just my take. i also think the longer hair really suits marchy ngl

ahhh the boys and their dirtbag christmas suits 💛 highlights of this image are the suit jacket that is definitely just one size too small for this absolute man rocket, and the pants with “FRAGILE” plastered all over them - very relatable if not at all festive.

gay rights are stored in the rat!!! i’m glad marchy has been pretty open about his support of LGBT stuff, particularly within hockey. also i feel like some of the stuff he’s said in interviews or social media (esp re: lickgate) manages, even if not intentionally, to be quite diminutive towards implicit homophobia or ‘toxic masculinity’ within hockey. okay maybe that that was poorly expressed but basically he just doesn’t give a shit and appears very open and accepting and i think that’s super nice. this picture also makes for a good reaction image when someone says something dumb

short kings love.jpeg !! a wonderful example of the love that brad shows his teammates on a regular basis, despite his constant chirping. i have no real opinions on torey krug (no h8, i just don’t think i’ve seen that much of him off ice so idk) but him and marchy are quite the duo tbh, i live for their back and forths on twitter - more on that later - and they seem to love each other an awful lot, it’s v cute :^)

that’s my pest™. honestly i think lickgate is one of the best scandals in recent hockey history. when looking for a good image of this is saw an article where some dipshit reporter was outraged about it and was like “how would you feel if someone just came up and liked you?” i mean what if someone just came up and started punching you or hip-checked you into the wall????? hockey is a nasty game a lot of the time, and instead of giving people concussions or broken bones (not that he hasn’t in the past ik…) marchy managed to make opposing teams just as angry, if not moreso, just by licking players. i think it’s fucking hilarious. and most of them took it well in hindsight anyway - i think it was komarov who said he kinda liked it lmaoooooo. peak bradley kevin antics if you ask me

every pic from the china trip has such a special place in my heart. this is just an all-round adorable photo and brad is looking gorgeous in the sunlight and his backwards cap

brad waving the towel in surrender is just about the funniest thing i’ve ever seen someone do in the penalty box… i can’t believe they gave him a 10 minute misconduct for it, something i think they’d wouldn’t have done if it had have been someone else. at least someone in this league has a goddamn sense of humour. the penalty minutes stat in the corner just makes this even better

brad, once again, showing us how we should deal with people talking shit about us - just get on board with it. i love how much he’s just embraced his massive nose and his height and his general reputation. idk if it’s really deliberate but i think it’s such a good message to send, and it makes for some pretty funny stuff too.

brad single-handedly keeps nhl refs in a job. in my bruins drinking game™ you have to take a shot every time the ref has to physically restrain marchy (2 if it’s because he was going to get revenge or fend for bergy) and you could get fucked off that alone during some games. it was nice to see him not actually get suspended this year, but i will always love that he’s such a physical player and quite the pest on the ice :))

me: *slaps helmet of brad marchand* this bad boy can fit so much personality.

really though, can you believe he’s managed to squeeze more charisma into only 5 feet and 9 inches than 85% of the league combined… very cute picture, and always lovely to see him by bergy’s side on the ice where he belongs

oh my goddddddd how fucking cute is this though!!!! the hat! the dad energy those jeans and the boots give off!!! his face!! his little daughter!!!!! i can’t take it, my heart is going to burst.

(gif via @kureally) this is also just so cute, i need a minute. brad has some very powerful eyebrows and this gif displays them wonderfully. this section of behind the b was also pretty sweet all round, and i agree with pasta that the hair is looking pretty first class

(gif via @murlin09) i am not like into marchy (no tea no shade if u are though), but this gif… whew. i’ll let you come to your own conclusions on this one, gang

i was not lying when i said more on the brad-torey social media antics earlier. there are some truly iconic chirps (the zamboni one is lethal), but this self-roast just kills me every time. i never once thought i’d read a tweet from the official brad marchand twitter account that opened with “hey shorty” but here we are. “my nose wouldn’t fit” i astral projected the first time i read that. and if you’re wondering what torey said to prompt this, it was simply “hey marchy”. it doesn’t take much for brad to light on you, huh? we better watch our backs

definitely a favourite marcheron pic right here - the pucks and paddles (i still think that’s a questionable name but maybe that’s a me issue) content is always top notch. if you can find the video, it’s even better, but this picture captures the general energy of the video perfectly. the only thing missing is that brad’s feet aren’t actually on the floor because the height difference is so pronounced that bergy has to lift him. beautiful

return of the cute brad smile!! a cute yet mischievous little grin, i can only assume he’s restraining himself from laughing at m*tthews fivehead (although who is he to talk with that schnozz. at least he rocks it tbf 👃🏻). not sure blue is really his colour but he’s going for it anyway. that’s my all star!

it’s been days since this photo first surfaced and i haven’t stopped palpitating. the cutest photo ever, they all look so happy and i love that!!! also how are their wives so beautiful….!? oh my every pixel of this image is just stunning

i know i included this in my last bergy list but if they can name new york twice i think i can put this on 2 lists, because lord knows it’s even more iconic. i feel like this is a good metaphor for brad marchand: getting up to no good, although still relatively harmless, all the while supported by the considerably more sensible, yet still entertaining, patrice bergeron. additionally, another excellent display of the oft-overlooked fact that this man is built like a motherfucking tank. holy shit

i wish i could see these boys in suits without my brain immediately trying to think of some sort of au. anyway, i really like this look on brad (unpopular opinion - i love his loud checkered suits as a concept but i don’t think they look good). although he has dark hair, strong eyebrows, and dark facial hai, the all black actually looks really good on him. coffee in hand really adding to the look too - well done, brad “fashionista” marchand.

ahhhhh i love nothing more than family man marchy 💛 his daughter is adorable - those tiny jerseys kill me - and i love that his son is wearing the all-star jersey omg how cute (he is definitely going to end up taller than brad lmao)

sometimes i forget that brad is short and then i see photos like this (brandon is 6′5 for reference)…amazing. i relate to the lady on the left on a spiritual level. brad’s face is a mood and a half. his feet are half a foot of the ice at least. i adore this photo.

(gif via @brandoncarlo) absolutely one of my fav things about watching bruins games is how brad and patrice will always find each other during a celly - nothing beats the 100 hug. this is also just a very satisfying skating gif that i love.

last but very very very far from least is this. there is literally no need for me to make any comment on this so i’m just going to leave it and go. bradley kevin marchand you are iconic and ily

ayyy this was super fun to do, thank you for requesting it anon, i hope you like!! again, i’m absolutely up for taking requests for more of these lists so hmu if you have ideas :)

#my bergy post was pure thirst for the most part #this is just me appreciating the true iconicness that is marchy #the effort i went to to not use 'iconic' every third word...bc he just is #answered #Anonymous #bruins photos compilations #bruins #marchand

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emeraldbabygirl · 5 years

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Can I just..WIG

Groups and soloists that have been snatching my pants lately cause my wigs have been gone and ever since they started comin for my real hair I don’t have much left. I might include a few pics uwu

CLC

Oh My Girl

Twice

BlackPink

Jennie

Weki Meki

Lee Hi

Hyorin

Ladies’ Code

EXID

WJSN

Tweety

Girlkind’s JK

Hashtag

Saturday

N.Tic

Dreamnote

fromis_9

Their recent comebacks have me beyond shooketh. Like, CLC’s Me mv, and monthly choreographies like, wow. Oh My Girl’s SSFWL is so beautiful and I just, people were saying Kill This Love was bad but naw bitch that was everything. I loved Jennie’s opening and Jisoo’s part ugh slay queen. Hyorin, I only have Paradise by her and I was not paying attention to her I will admit but You Know Better is just beautiful. Lee Hi’s No One mv with B.I ugh, fucking wig. I didn’t think I would like Fancy but I’m in love with it. I legit couldn’t stop smiling, they all looked gorgeous and Chaeyoung’s lil “Fancy woo” IS FUCKING ADORBS. Ladies’ Code slayed my being. The retro vibe, just fuck me up. I’m so proud of them, they’ve been through a lot and they still out here killing the game. Stan Ladies’ Code, they are beautiful ladies full of talent and crackhead culture. EXID, another comeback I didn’t think I would like but Junghwa FUCKING SLAYED THAT ERA OH MY LORD YAAAASSS. WEKI MEKI BITCH..

IM SO PICKY PICKY PICKY

LIKE IT

DONT LIKE IT

LOVE IT

DONT WANT IT

WEKI MEKI

IM SO PICKY

WJSN I haven’t even watched the mv, only the teaser but I know that it’s a damn summer bop and ever since Sistar disbanded I’ve been upset that there’s only 3 seasons left but then BAM! WJSN saves summer and my multi-stanning ass is crying and quaking. Jennie..Jennie Jennie Jennie. I screamed when I watched the Solo mv. She slayed and she looked amazing and I’d eat Froot Loops our her ass no lie™️. Saturday is doing amazing, their comeback for WiFi fucking slaps and if you aren’t stanning Saturday then what are you doing with your life? Sion did a cover of Rockabye and Friends by Anne Marie and let me tell you

A SIS POPPED OFF

The duality of this tiny queen is a concept, a look, we stan, we’re shook.

Hashtag’s Freesm mv, first of all being under the same company as Noir you know they’re talented, stan Noir btw, and those ladies popped the fuck off. I would hand them my pants on a silver platter. Girlkind’s JK has a solo out called Split I believe and hunny was snatchin more than just wigs. Tweety’s Bad Boy mv, THE GIRL ROCK BAND THAT EVERYONE WANTS. Dreamnote’s Hakuna Matata, to quote someone, “a bubBLEGUM BOp” fromis_9’s Love Bomb? YES YES YES YES AND MORE YES. N.Tic Once Again mv is really great and these blind bitches sayin it was a bad debut like, y’all can eat my ass that shit was a pure mothafuckin banger. Just like Do You Now Who I Am? A bop as well. Obviously they improved on their dancing and singing skills but a smashing debut. And Jion is a fairy Istg and they’ve added another member and posted on their insta some photos so I’m hoping for a comeback. Ugh I’m excited bis. I absolutely love these mvs, these groups really snapped and I stan my whole broke ass. I don’t know what it is but I’m in love. It must be the stylists and directors and the managers, choreographers just, PIECES OF ART BIS. FUCKING ART. The outfits are everything, their hairstyles and colors, the song, the sound, the raps, the dances I ABSOLUTELY LOVED THEM. So these groups literally own my ass now. And Oh My Girl really stepping up with their majestic comebacks. And honestly ever since CLC comeback with Hobgoblin it’s been a badass, wig snatching trip. And I didn’t like Hobgoblin at first cause I loved their cute stuff but they own the badass tough concept and they own my ass. I’m lookin at you Seungyeun.

As a bonus I just want to say that the official YouTube channels for both Tweety and Favorite are, I don’t know if it’s the company/manager doing it or the girls themselves but they be heartin your comments on the YouTube and Tweety hearted mine today and I screamed when I got the notif. They also reply back to some of the comments and thank the fans and if that ain’t a reason to stan than I’ve got nothin.

So in conclusion stan these groups for wig snatching content. Also found my wig. Jion took it. He looks better than me in it

#clc #oh my girl #twice #blackpink #jennie #weki meki #lee hi #hyorin #ladies code #exid #wjsn #tweety #girlkind #jk #hashtag #saturday #sion #n.tic #jion #favorite #fromis 9 #dreamnote

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memorydragon · 5 years

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Another Eden - The Cat Beyond Time and Space

aka Chrono Trigger 2.0 For those of you unaware, it’s a phone game from the people who made Chrono Trigger (and boy, do some of those characters look suspiciously familiar *cough*Cryus*cough*). I highly recommend giving it a shot, especially if you enjoyed Chrono Trigger.

And well, time travelling cats. What more do you need?

Some thoughts under the cut.

I won’t lie. I saw the ad for it, and was like, meh, generic fantasty game with scantly clad female characters. Not impressed. But then I saw the whole time travelling cats thing, and it was like, sure why not? I’ll give it a go. I’m easily sold, what can I say?

I was expecting a cute phone game. I got a full length jrpg that’s only on the first season with siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide queeeeeeeeeeeeeests. So many side quests. Also, I love my android wifey and cyberpunk wifey. AND KYROS IS THE BEST KITTY. Though I’ll admit, it took me a while to get there, because the whole time travelling cats thing is actually very under-developed for the majority of the game, until Plot Twists happen. But more on that in a separate post.

I approached this game with one thought in mind. If they were going to have scantily clad female characters, I was going to collect a harem full of them and dub them all lesbians. Honestly, this works great.

Lesbians all of them. That’s just how this game is going to work from now on.

Anyway, I’ve tried other random rpgs before, and I wasn’t expecting much from this phone game, even after finding out it was from the people behind Chrono Trigger, because phone game. Yeah, that’s a terribly wrong assumption right there. I’ve been binge playing since the 13th because life sucked, and I only just finished the game. Well, what’s out of the game at the moment, supposedly there will be more soon which is good. XD Which, honestly, it’s at a great stopping point anyway with the first main quest completed. World saved, and all that.

If you’ve played Chrono Trigger, you can probably guess at the time travel shenanigans they get up to. It’s not a terribly original fantasy plot (before amazing balls plot twist, at any rate), but it’s fun.

Aldo is your main character, who I’ve headcanoned as an aro/ace cupid. He’s really adorable.

He’s had some trying experiences, I won’t lie. And yes, guys in the future apparently wear booty shorts and thigh highs.

It’ll never happen Aldo.

The other characters are fun as well. My android wife being one of my favorites.

See how cute she is?

Then there’s the cyberpunk “Synth human” wifey.

I actually have not used her much in the game itself because at the point she comes in I already had a strong party going for me, but I adore her character. She also randomly speaks French.

Then there’s my pirate queen, who is not one of the main characters, but she was the first one I randomly decided upon and I’m quite fond of her.

And her words to live by:

Anyway, Aldo has some great adventures. He even poses for statues.

He’s also goes on a date with my guy healer who’s like, let me take you out for a steak. And Aldo’s aro/ace in my head, so obviously they had some discussion going on, but it was a good date.

Also, he’s cupid, because there’s always a love-love side quest and he ends up getting people together. And calling out guys on their behavior.

He encourages guys to stop stalking and actually talk to girls. Because it’s a concept to some of them. He’s all about telling them to stop being creepers.

And if you don’t believe me that this is Chrono Trigger 2.0, have a pic of Cyrus.

Verily.

And Aldo’s general attitude towards life:

It also has deep moments at times.

But really, it’s a fun rpg. I highly recommend it. Also, it has one of the single best plot twists of all time. I’m talking Luke, I am your father level plot twist. And it’s brilliant. Like, I honestly did not see that one coming and it’s the single best thing that’s ever happened to me. I won’t spoil it here, but it’s just so brilliant.

And the art work for the game is just gorgeous. Seriously, some of the backgrounds are breath taking. It’s a beautiful game.

So if you liked Chrono Trigger, or just rpgs in general, check it out! I mean, you can’t go wrong with time travelling cats, right?

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One of New York busiest, most in-demand and outspoken nightlifers, David Serrano made his name giving us life from the DJ booth… and these days, he’s officially capturing our lives in the photo studio.

Thotyssey: Hey David! So, how has Crazy Covid Summer been treating you?

David Serrano: It’s been interesting. I got Covid early in March, so I was able to get passed it quickly. Unfortunately, with the bars closed, I haven’t been working much… but I am not wasting this time. I’ve been really focused on leveling up my photography skills.

Glad you’re feeling better! I did see you just released a whole bunch of gorgeous pics of some of our famous queens. Are these shots you took a long time ago that you’ve finally been able to get to, or are have you been arranging new shoots during this downtime?

A little bit of both. I’ve been able to do several shoots during lockdown, and have several lined up. But I’ve also been going into the archive and pulling out some of my favorites that may have not had a chance to shine yet. Definitely using this time to be as creative as possible.

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[All photos by David Serrano]

Do you think you have a favorite subject yet, as far as the people you’ve shot?

I love people with over the top looks. Pretty is fine, but it can be a bit boring. Anyone that pushes the envelope with their aesthetic is what I gravitate towards. I recently released a shot of Androgyny that I love, with her giant red Mohawk. It’s very punk. I like that. I also love anyone that can just let go in front of the camera and go big. They’re not worried about looking foolish or pretty. And I love shooting dancers, ’cause they know how to move. I shot FiFi DuBois, and we had some really dynamic shots.

You’ve been doing nightlife photography for a few years, but for a long time you were better known in NYC as a DJ. I think it’s really just been the past few years that you really stepped up as an in-demand photographer. Was that intentional, or did it just kinda happen that way?

It was purposeful, for sure. I’m definitely interested in moving in that direction with my career. I’m 43 now, and I’m wanting to work more outside the clubs… but still staying within my nightlife community, like my work on The X Change Rate with Monet. I’ve spun the big clubs, and that was fun when I was younger. But as I get older, my priorities are changing. I prefer to work more shows now, and work more closely with the nightlife artists… so these are steps that I am making to expand my skill sets.

Before we talk more about Now, we should visit Then! Where are you from originally, and how did you begin as a creative person while growing up?

Okay, that’s a long story! I was born in Port Jefferson, Long Island, but moved to upstate NY right outside Woodbury Commons when I was three. I lived there ’til 10th grade, and then moved to South Carolina for a year and a half. Then I finished high school in a small town outside Orlando, Florida. My dad had retired while I was in high school, so we moved and I ended up going to three high schools.

I knew I wanted to do something creative since I was a child because my mom told me, “do something you love, and you will never work a day in your life.” So I gravitated towards the arts. It was always between music and film. I actually started college as a film major at UCF, but ended up switching my major my last semester to music production, which is what my degree is in.

When I turned 28, I moved back to NYC to pursue a career in music as a singer / songwriter. I released a song with Junior Vasquez called “Not Again,” aptly named ’cause it was the only song we did together. I made no money from it, so I decided to pivot and got into DJing instead. I loved it, and that became my career. I also started working in graphic design, which then led back to film. And here we are today… full circle moment.

Was it Junior who taught you how to DJ?

Um, no… LOL. Actually, I consider my DJ parents to be Xavier and Corey Craig. They helped me a lot, and gave me advice when I first began. My first gig was filling in for Xavier at Barracuda, which became my first residency in 2007. And as of March, I was still there.

As far as bars and big parties in the realm of nightlife go, what have been some of your favorite memories and highlights of the past decade-plus for you?

I enjoyed my time at Stage 48 spinning upstairs in the pop room, along with my time at XL working “Hot Mess” with Lady Bunny and Bianca Del Rio. I also loved working Drag Brunch at the Highline Ballroom, and of course the multiple Glam Awards I’ve spun. Those are just a few that stand out. There have been so many. I’ve been very lucky.

I always wondered… what would happen if you won a Glam while you were DJing the awards show? Would you play your own music intro and run up and accept, or just, like, wave from the DJ booth?

I’d have them toss it to me, LOL! Or I’d walk in an awkward silence. Fortunately, it probably won’t ever be an issue.

We’ll see you up there soon enough!

In what huge ways has the nightlife biz changed since you started out?

Social media has definitely impacted nightlife, for sure. People don’t need to go out to the bars and clubs to meet other gay people. Plus, because the world is more open and the LGBT + community is more accepted, the crowds have become more mixed and smaller. Drag has exploded after almost dying out because of Drag Race, and drag has become more mainstream… and has moved from only being hidden away in the underground scene. This is why I’ve felt it necessary to evolve myself. Otherwise you get left behind.

It’s true, within nightlife there is a clear path for drag performers (that fit certain criteria, like being cis men) to elevate, but that path is not so clear for everyone else in the biz right now.

Speaking of social media… you have a very unfiltered presence there, lol! Whether you’re discussing politics (you’re a very progressive Bernie man), pop culture or even nightlife drama, you often say exactly what’s on your mind. Today that’s almost like a death sentence (or at least an entirely stressful situation), with all the canceling happening. Do you care what people think about your social media posts?

I am a native New Yorker, and Hispanic to boot. We don’t hold back our opinions. Couple that with the fact that I’m older and come from a generation that wasn’t coddled or given participation trophies for everything, and my personality can easily trigger overly-sensitive types. I don’t like those people and don’t want to be around them anyway, so speaking my mind keeps them at bay. I have no interest in giving them any power.

People that are in my circle know me, and don’t have any issues with me. I’m actually easy to work with, and very chill. But I don’t have time to baby anyone, or give a platform to anyone talking nonsense or creating problems when none exist.

Actually, what are your thoughts about nightlife folks (promoters, DJs, performers, venue owners) who did those large, undistanced and unmasked parties during lockdown, particularly in those first months?

We all have to be careful and responsible… but I understand people needing to earn a living. If you’re being irresponsible and not wearing masks in public indoor spaces, then you’re asking for trouble. But at the same time, we need to be pragmatic and not Mask Nazis. If someone is outside without a mask and minding their own business, leave them alone. If they’re inside a public place, feel free to say something. As for the public parties packed with no masks, that’s not smart… but we know who these people are. They’re not usually known for their good decision making skills.

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Lol! Tell us a bit about The X Change Rate, Monet X Change’s fun talk show care of the BUILD Series that airs on YouTube and is filmed for a live studio audience (pre-Covid, of course). She’s had some amazing guests, and naturally she’s a great hostess herself! You’re the house DJ there, naturally.

Monet is great–super sweet to work with, and I was gagged when she reached out to me and asked me to be a part of her show. The crew is amazing, and it’s really inspiring and humbling to work in such a professional environment.

Hopefully you’ll both be back in the studio soon!

I sure hope so.

It must be old hat at this point–but still cool–to have seen so many queens you’ve worked with over the years get cast and do well on Drag Race.

Yes, it’s so surreal to see so many of my friends make it on the world stage. It’s inspiring… but also hard to reconcile. To me, they’re just my friends. To their fans, they’re superstars. It’s weird, but very cool.

So it’s almost impossible to answer this question nowadays, but what else is coming up?

I’m currently in the process of creating some amazing images with Danny Logan, formerly known as Dallas Dubois. He’s become an amazing costume designer since leaving drag years ago. He’s gone on to work in television and film, and is doing very well for himself. We have some incredible, politically charged and poignant concepts in the works… so look out for them.

That should be amazing! And finally: there was a lot of new music this summer. Did anything stand out as your favorite song or album for you?

You have no idea. There have been SOOOO many great songs. I am really into the 80’s synth pop sound, that has made a huge splash on the scene this year: from The Weeknd to Gaga, Dua Lipa, and Miley. They’re all killing it. Right now, I’m loving Miley’s newest song “Midnight Sky.” She’s serving major Stevie Nicks vibes, and I am here for it. Not to mention the video is giving me major visual inspiration for my shoots!

Thanks, David!

Check Thotyssey’s calendar for DJ David Serrano’s upcoming appearances, and follow him on Facebook, Instagram (also one for his photography), Twitter and YouTube. All photos care of David Serrano unless otherwise labeled.

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