#and this is causing me to rapidly go insane

[azuremallone]

Surprise plot twist: That's just being female.

Autism has nothing to do with any of this. Females are more socially engaged and emotionally expressive than boys. Again, not autism. Girls are horrible to each other, because bullying, loneliness, a depression are common when you're going through puberty. Again, not autism. Girls also experience greater social anxiety and lower self-esteem than boys. Also again, not autism. Finally, girls feign "normal" social behaviors to fit in with the "in crowd" and it takes a psychological toll trying to avoid getting ostracized. Totally not autism.

Getting abused by romantic partners and not knowing how to maintain healthy boundaries because of elaborate systems of appeasement and agreeableness is totally not autism.

Autism is between 1 in 36 children diagnosed in the US. However, autism is such a broad spectrum since the rewriting of the psychological cookbook, that it essentially blankets everyone as autistic for anyone who is an armchair psychologist. The global estimate is 1 in 100. So how the fuck do you know "dozens of masked autistic people" if by even the 1 in 36, which is 12 x 3 (you said dozens) equates to one. One autistic person is all that this person may have encountered.

By mere chance, one could encounter two? Even three, which is far higher than the 1:36 ratio. And define "masked" autism? This person is somehow a psychologist with the ability to diagnose someone at a glance or in passing?

"Growing up, I was deeply invested in adults praising me for being 'mature' and 'wise.'" -- That's what every child does. To view childishness as shameful, this person needs a psychologist to talk about their fucked up childhood with. As for a primary motivation in a relationship is to convince people you're worthy and good, then that's a fucked up perspective and this person again, needs to see a psychologist. They're not autistic, they're fucked in the head.

Most people find it difficult to talk with other people. If one can do the latter in writing essays and delivering speeches to win awards, then guess what? That person is probably not autistic.

Autism is a real thing. It's debilitating and produces severe mental processing challenges. Rain Man - Go see it. Dustin Hoffman and Tom Cruise star in it. Dustin Hoffman portrays an autistic man. Autism causes mental handicaps where one cannot process the world around them. However, the recent rewrite of the psychological manual paints a broad stroke over all the little nuances to provide a larger group that diminishes rapidly into the nothingness. Yes, there are lighter forms of autism, but all autism has common traits.

Among them, these common traits are not simply any of the things above. It's not even a small collection or one here and one there. It's diagnosed by a marked and sharp response to low level stimuli. Here's some examples:

Screaming in terror because a watch beeped.

Having an anxiety or panic attack because you saw the color blue.

Obsessive compulsive disorder combined with specific aversions or triggers that result in a specific and over exaggerated response.

Repetitive behavioral loops that must be accomplished in a specific order until a deviation is provided by a more appealing exaggerated response. (e.g. One continuously taps a tabletop in a specific pattern while not paying attention to a conversation, because it's pleasurable, until another stimuli with greater pleasure is presented, evoking a response of extreme gratification such as a moan or sigh of joy.)

Be any of this and more, these days it's for Big Pharma to sell drugs.

So this person is highly unlikely to know dozens of "possibly autistic" according to their own uneducated suspicions and unprofessional medical practice.

For fucks sake, not everyone is autistic. Some people are messed up. Some people are raised a certain way. Some people are genetically predisposed to certain behaviors. Some people are autistic. Some people are insane. Most everyone is normal.

It's called being alive.

However, if something is troubling and causing a disruption in one's life, by all means I highly recommend seeking the assistance of trained medical and psychological professionals -- not Rando Calrissian posts on the Internet.

okay

[raqi-marr]

in the affini compact playing runescape would be banned. there's no floret cut version of it it's just vaporized outright

[stxrrywoo]

JEALOUSY JEALOUSY ── j.yh

synopsis ; during a night out with yunho and your friends you're hit on relentelessly and yunho finally had enough before he was dragging you home. there yunho was determined to prove that he was the only man you'd ever need.

pairing(s) ; bsf!yunho x f!reader

☆ ── wc. ; 2.1k ☆ ── genre ; smut, friends to lovers ☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, arguing, kissing, dom!yunho x sub!reader, petnames (baby, doll...), possessive behavior, jealousy, unprotected sex, teasing, biting/marking, breast play, rough sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dumbification, big dick!yunho, yunho is a bit of a meanie, choking, manhandling, creampie, lmk if I missed anything! ☆ ── notes ; another fic at besties request 🙂‍↕️ this is from yunho's crazy ass song lyrics and man lemme tell you... that man is insane.

Yunho barely pulled you into the apartment when you yanked your arm out of his grasp and stepped away to get some distance. Your eyes narrowed into slits as you watched him shut and lock the door.

“Are you finally gonna tell me why you brought me back?” You started, annoyance simmering in your gut, “Or are you gonna continue to keep your mouth tied shut?” 

Yunho whirls around, a fire burning in his chocolate orbs, “You act like I don’t have eyes y/n.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You scoffed, hands balling into fists at your sides.

He laughs darkly, causing your stomach to flip, “You're flirting with all those guys, even letting a few close enough to touch you. Are you really that dense?”

“Are you fucking serious, Yunho? I was having a conversation like a normal human being.” You hissed, glaring at him, “Plus, why the fuck does it matter to you? Am I just not allowed to exist around men anymore?”

Yunho doesn’t utter a word as he takes slow steps toward you, backing you up against the wall. Your breath hitches as he leans down until his nose is just a hair away from yours. His eyes bore into you with a fire that you’ve never seen before, causing your heart to lurch.

“Why bother with other men when you have me?” His voice was low as he stared at you, your heart beating rapidly under your ribs, “do I just not exist when other men are around?”

You didn’t say a word. You couldn’t. You just stare at him, lips parted softly, but not a sound leaves. The jealousy simmering in his gut was threatening to break the rest of his willpower. He has tried so hard to keep himself restrained because he didn’t want to screw up this friendship, but right now? Right now, he could give two damns about not ruining the friendship.

“Yunho.” You breathed out, fingers trembling at your sides. You felt small under his intense gaze, yet it made you feel as though you were on fire.

Then his hand was around your neck, not enough to cut off your oxygen supply but enough to have your mind go fuzzy. His lips were just a breath away from yours, suspense hanging in the air before they came crashing down on yours. 

It wasn’t gentle. It definitely wasn’t sweet. It was bruising, possessive almost. His free hand fell to your hip, pulling your body flush against his as his knee pushed between your thighs. A choked gasp falls from your lips when he presses against your clothed core.

“You drive me fucking insane.” He growls, lips moving from yours down your jaw, nipping at the skin, “acting so sweet with all those guys, but I know you.”

You let out a pathetic whine as he bit down on your earlobe, mind slowly slipping away. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, trying to ground yourself. Then his lips were on yours again, hand moving to the back of your neck and pulling you off of the wall. He backed you up until your thighs hit the arm of the couch.

You tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling away long enough to tear it off his body, revealing his toned torso to you. His skin was burning under your fingertips, muscles rippling as he bent down to grab the back of your thighs, lifting you onto the arm as if you weighed nothing. Then his lips were back on yours, stealing the air right out of your lungs.

“Yunho…” You breathed out when his lips latched onto the soft skin of your neck before he bit down, marking you.

“I could be gentle,” He gripped your hips tightly, sure to leave bruises the next morning, “but we both know you ain’t what you like.”

Your nails dug into his bare shoulders as he pulled the strap of your dress down, searing kisses following his touch. He kisses the top of your breast before tugging the front of your dress down. Goosebumps litter your skin as you take in his dark gaze, heart beating erratically when he licked his lips as if he were about to devour you.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, fuck.” He groaned, bending down to latch his lips onto the soft fat of your breast. Your head falls back with a moan, fingers digging into his shoulders to keep yourself from falling back.

His hands fall to your hips once more, grinding you against him, causing your body to shudder, and a choked gasp falls from your lips. The feeling of his thick bulge against your thinly covered core has you gushing, sure that your panties are soaked by now.

“Yunho–” You were cut off by a whimper when he wrapped his lips around your nipple, shockwaves of pleasure rippling throughout your body.

He smirks against your skin, “Tell me, baby, who’s making you feel good?” 

“Y-You.” You choked out as his hand slipped between your thighs, pressing right against your clothed heat.

“Me. Only me, not those other assholes.” He grows out, pulling away just enough to watch your face contort in pleasure when he presses firmly against your clit. Moving your underwear to this side, he split your folds, collecting your slick on his fingers, a deep groan reverberating from his throat. “God, you’re so wet.”

You tried to speak, but the words died on your tongue when he pressed two fingers into you. Stars danced across your vision when he brushed over that spongy spot deep in your walls. You held onto his arm for dear life as his thumb pressed tight circles on your clit, broken moans falling from your parted lips.

“Look at you, doll. I’m just using my fingers, and you’re already falling apart.” He chuckled, your head falling against his chest, “Just imagine how you’ll feel when you’ve got my cock in your sweet pussy.”

Your walls tightened around his fingers due to his words, and that only caused the male to smirk, speeding his fingers up to coax your climax closer. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, your body trembling in his arms as your high crept up on you.

“Yunho–fuck, I’m close.” You cried out, fingers tightening around his arm, the coil in your gut ready to snap at any moment.

“Mhh, cum for me baby. Make a mess on my fingers.” He cooed, leaning down next to your ear, taking the shell of your ear between his teeth.

With a few more strokes of his fingers, you were coming undone, a loud moan ripping from your lungs. White spots clouded your vision as he continued to fuck his fingers into your sapssingcunt. He pressed a gentle kiss on your temple, whispering sweet nothings into your ear before pulling his fingers from your tight walls.

He didn’t give you a moment to breathe before he pulled you off the arm of the couch, letting your body crash into his. The world around you spun as he turned you around, pushing you against the sofa. You called out his name, but he didn’t answer, only bending you over the arm, his hand pressed flatly against the small of your back.

“Yunho.” You whined, looking back at him, but there was a dark gleam in his eyes, hunger burning in his irises.

“Shut up,” He growled, pulling the end of your dress up until it was bunched over your hips, your pretty lace panties on full display. He wrapped his fingers around your waistband, pulling before letting it snap back against your skin, causing you to whimper. “We’re you planning on letting one of them fuck you?”

“N-No.” You choked out, tears dripping from your lashes from the overwhelming need to have him do something.

“Liar.” His tone was mean, fingers grabbing at your underwear once again, but this time, a loud rip filled the room. Then you heard the sound of a zipper, and excitement bubbled in the pit of your gut. “After tonight, you won’t need anyone else. Just me.”

Your breath hitched when you felt him teasing your entrance, then bumping into your clit. He continued to tease you until you were trembling, begging him to do something. Then he was pushing into you, his grip on your hips tight to keep you from squirming. 

“Y-Yun–” You were cut off by a moan when he pressed further, stretching you even more. Your ears were ringing from the pain and pleasure, fingers curled around the edge of the couch cushions,

“C’mon baby, you can take it.” He told you, his tone almost condescending, and you let your head hang with a mixture of moans and whines. When he finally bottomed out, you were gasping for air. It was too much but not enough all at once, and he was reaching spots no one else ever had before, and the feeling was turning your mind into mush.

He gave you just enough time to adjust before he was pulling out slowly, letting you feel every vein and ridge of his cock. The sensation was sending waves of pleasure through your body. Then, once just the tip was left, he slammed back in, causing you to let out a choked gasp, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.

His pace was relentless, rough, and mean. Not giving you even an inch to breathe, and you had no other choice but to lie there and take it. He had your hips pinned to the couch, using them as leverage to fuck into you.

All that left your lips were incoherent babbles and moans of his name, your body feeling as if it were set on fire. Yunho smirked, watching as he fucked you stupid, a weird sense of satisfaction blooming in his chest.

 Then he repositioned his hips.

“Yunho!” You cried out as you suddenly came, walls contracting around him, and your mouth hung open.

“Shit.” Yunho cursed, his grip tight, sure to leave bruises as he fucked you through your high but never letting up on his pace.

Once you came down from your high, you could feel the overstimulation settling in your bones. Your eyes squeezed shut, pushing more tears out, and broken moans fell from your parted lips.

“Y-Yun–fuck! ‘S too much.” You cried out, hand flying back to grab his wrist, but he just grabbed it before pinning it to your hip. He let his other hand trail up to your neck, pulling your back flush with his chest as he bent over you. The new position had you crying out; he was pushing even deeper.

“It’s not. Take it like a good girl, you can do that, can’t you?” He cooed into your ear, fingers tightening around your neck, and your eyes rolled. You clenched around him, nodding as much as you could before you let out another broken moan.

Your mouth hung open, tears dripping from your nose as the coil in the pit of your stomach tightened to unimaginable levels, ready to snap at any moment. Yunho pressed hot kisses on the back of your shoulder, watching in sick amusement as your mind drifted away from you.

“Y-Yun…” You croaked, legs shaking as your high crept up on you at an insane speed.

Noticing Yunho whispered in your ear, “cum with me, doll, let me feel you.”

That was the final straw, your eyes rolling with a choked moan as you came around his cock, and he bit down on your shoulder as he painted your gummy walls white with his seed. He continued to fuck his cum back into you until you were begging him to stop.

Coming to a stop, he laid over you, allowing the both of you to catch your breath. When you finally came to, he was already looking at you, a smug smile on his lips, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“You’re ridiculous,” You told him, your voice hoarse, and he just leaned over, pressing a firm kiss on your cheek.

“You love it.” He stated in a matter-of-fact tone before adding on, “You don’t need them y/n you have me.”

You looked at him, searching his chocolate orbs for any sign that he was lying, but you couldn’t find any. Noticing that confusion was knitted in your brows, he let a smirk spread on his lips before rolling his hips slowly. A gasp fell from your lips; you hadn’t even noticed that he was hard again.

“I can just fuck you until you believe me.” He teased, fingers trailing along the plains of your body, his hips still slowly rocking against yours.

And he did just that.

© 𝐬𝐭𝐱𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 | 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠

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[beauchied]

his (favorite) cheerleader

synopsis: cheerleading practice seems to affect seungcheol a lot more than you expected.

genre: smut

pairing: seungcheol x cheerleader!reader

wc: 737

warnings: rough sex! clearly i have a kink.. creampie, unprotected sex (please do NOT do this! use protection always) overprotective cheol, praise, scratching 😝, BABE THIS ISNT PROOFREAD ☺️ none of my works are tbh. i think thats all? please lmk if there are more!

authors note: hiii im baackkk!! this was supposed to be a celebratory fic for from behind but unfortunately i got quite occupied with my assignments (ack?) and didn’t get to ginish but u can read this as a standalone haha also my requests are open! please request SOMETHING im in need of ideas.. ok bye enjoy

nervous.

thats how you made seungcheol feel.

honestly, he would have never felt this way if he had stopped you from wearing the skimpy skirt for cheerleading practice. you asked him permission before choosing to wear it for the day because one: you would hate to make him feel like you’re dressing like a slut for everyone to see and two: the girls in your crew are bringing their boyfriends.

you would never admit it, but the girls in your squad have terrible taste for men. all of them are either desperate for a quick fuck with anyone but their girlfriends, or theyre in denial and swear to like women but seem to enjoy having drinks with your boyfriend instead.

but seungcheol didn’t hold you back. he swore it was okay and that you looked amazing in the skirt. he explained that he was going to be right beside you the entire time and that things were going to be alright. because he was there.

he was concerned that the boys would be very much eyeing you for a minute too long, or your name would be the name they’d be chanting for the entire game rather than their girlfriend’s.

he was wrong.

he was the person he was worried about.

the way the skirt almost barely covered your ass, the way your hair stuck to your forehead sticky with sweat, how your chest heaved whenever you finished a routine; he felt like he was going absolutely insane.

regardless of the fact he promised you he’d behave, he wasn’t doing a good job of fulfilling it. he could feel his cock slowly growing in his pants and he was not trying to hide it.

“seungcheol-ah, if you’re in need of relief, we’d really appreciate it if you could do it somewhere else and not on the freshly cleaned bleachers.” irene’s boyfriend lightly elbowed seungcheol,

cheol shot him a glare before his eyes slowly rested on you again. you were hot. if male ovulation was a thing, cheol was the epitome of it. all he heard was ringing and inaudible chatter as his attention was focused on you. his eyes were in the shape of hearts as he watched you perform.

he couldn't wait to go home. he just knew what he’d do to you as soon as you step foot into your house.

—

“haa~ cheol!” if he had asked you to count how many times you’ve come tonight, you wouldn’t be able to answer him. your cum had made a creamy white ring around his cock, slowly growing thicker and thicker as his thrusts began to pick up rhythm faster than the one before.

your voice began to strain, sweat started to trickle down the back of your neck, your hips were burning red as seungcheol showed no mercy at all. it was as if his dick had a mind of its own. his tip kisses your g-spot, making you arch from the bed as cheol’s hand pushed you down.

“you were so fucking pretty out there. did you know that? i was worried the boys would be a fucking idiot around you— fuck.” he threw his head back in a moan. “but it turns out, i was the one going insane.”

his lips traveled to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses beside the bruises he had made earlier. his thumb rubbed your clit, causing you to whine controllably as your gripped onto his shoulders. “pleaaase, let me cum!”

“yeah? my baby wants to cum?” seungcheol rapidly thrusted into you—if that was even possible—even more, making you slip out incoherent words as your eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“yes! yes! yes! please let me cum please!” your nails clawed his back, leaving dark red marks as he winces in pain.

“fuck, cum with me okay?” you nodded in agreement, not caring about the neighbours who were probably wide awake, or the open windows that seungcheol didn’t bother to shut, or your cheerleading outfit that you definitely needed the following day.

“you can cum, beautiful.” he painted your walls with white ribbons as you breathed heavily—cumming right after him. you came so hard that you saw stars. as soon as you finally caught your breath, seungcheol was already rubbing you with a warm cloth, cleaning up his mess.

“you’re so responsible, you know?”

“mhm, i am. just not when you’re at cheerleading practice.” you giggle.

“you should come more often.”

[neeeooon]

i think otoya is the kind of person who is aware that he is capable of changing his ways with girls when he finds the “one”, but he’s never truly believed in that. but when when like a girl transfers it’s quite literally love at first sight and he wants to change for her. you can decide whether she gets with him or not, thanks so muchh !! ^^

aww yes i love this idea tysm!!

love of my dreams

otoya eita x fem!reader. ft. karasu and yukimiya. love at first sight. fluff, crack, otoya is a bit weird at the start, cussing, slight death/kms joke at the end. wc: 810

“fuck.”

otoya just told karasu and yukimiya how much he liked his bachelor life. how he wasn’t ready to change. to settle down.

and then you just had to walk through those damn doors.

“fuck.”

you had a guide at your side, telling otoya you were a transfer student. his eyes were glued on you, and every step you took, unable to tear his gaze away. he wanted to know your name, where you transferred from, and what you were studying. probably something similar to him, as you were being toured through his building.

a sharp jab caused him to curse again, and otoya shot a glare at karasu and the cheap plastic butter knife he’d been stabbed with. “yer staring.”

“of course i’m staring. i’m in love.”

“you don’t do love,” yukimiya chimed with a snicker before shoving a forkful of salad into his mouth. “that’s your whole thing.”

otoya didn’t want it to be his whole thing anymore—not after seeing you.

he continued to think about you through the rest of his lunch, then his classes, his drive home, and even while he was texting yukimiya for answers to their finance homework. he didn't believe in love at first sight, at least he didn't think he did. you changed that so quick, otoya was still reeling six hours later.

otoya: i need her number

otoya: pls be my spies pls pls pls

karasu: i never thought i'd see down bad otoya like for real and not just to get pussy

otoya: is that a yes

karasu: for all we know she has a boyfriend

yukimiya: or a girlfriend

otoya: GODDDD IM GOING INSANE I NEED HER SO BAD

otoya: she's the one for me. i'm done. no more playboy otoya.

yukimiya: if you're serious. REALLY SERIOUS. i'll help

karasu: same ig

otoya: there's a special place in blowjob heaven for you two 🙏

and two days later, with the help of yukimiya and karasu, otoya had intel. they also told him you had a gap in your schedule and ate lunch by yourself in the dining hall.

and when otoya saw you? he was nervous.

your hair was pulled away from your face, the eraser-end of your pencil tapping your lips as you concentrated so hard on your homework that a delicate crease formed between your brows. otoya wanted to smooth it out with his thumb and kiss the spot instead.

shaking his head, his grip tightened around his sandwich as he slowly approached you. when you looked up, otoya felt his face grow hot. "sorry to bother you. is this seat taken?"

you rapidly shook your head and gestured to the chair. "no, no, you can take it! just make sure you put it back—"

"i mean, is it okay if i sit here?" he quickly cut off with a small grin, his chest fluttering when you blushed in embarrassment.

you dropped your pencil to hide your face in your hands. "oh my god, i'm so... yeah, yes, you can sit here." shaking your hands out to release some of the stress, you flashed a bright smile. "i'm y/n."

“otoya,” he greeted casually, as if a flock of butterflies didn’t make a home in his stomach.

you repeated his name quietly to yourself before nodding. “i think i’ve seen you in this building before. what are you majoring in?”

when he told you, your eyes lit up so brightly that otoya swore they glittered. “no way! me too! weird that we don’t have any classes together, though. maybe next semester!”

the rest of the time spent before your next class was filled with the two of you talking. otoya thought he'd fail at the genuine small talk thing since he didn't want to use any of his usual lines on you, but he was surprised at how easy it was. whenever he got quiet, you were right there to pick up where he left off.

"this might be too soon," otoya started as he walked you to your class. "but would you want to hang out again tomorrow?"

your smile faltered slightly, and otoya was ready to jump over the rail and fall to the first floor. it wasn't too far down, so he probably wouldn't die, but if he hobbled in front of a truck right after—

"i don't have this class tomorrow," you explained gently. "but would thursday work instead?"

fireworks exploded behind otoya's eyes, along with the relief of no longer needing to die. he readjusted his grip on his bag strap and flashed you a slow grin. "thursday works. same spot as today?"

you beamed. "yep! oh, and here's my number, in case i'm late or we have to reschedule!"

otoya knew, as you entered your name into his phone with a cute emoji, that he would eventually die a happy man.

[twovialsofamortentia]

just like that! episode 07 ft. prongs

🎧 make you mine- madison beer

a/n: this is part one of a series me and @prettydaisygirl are working on because we’re feral, this is kind of like a prologue, so follow daisy for the next update!

warnings: talks of sex, alcohol, streamer!james being sexy, but also hopeless for pornstar!reader, who makes twitter porn and has a sex podcast

“So,” you giggled, hoisting your legs up under you on the sofa, crossing them. You held your podcast mic in one hand, just resting your fingers around the stand, the metal cool on your skin. “I can’t really have you on this podcast without first and foremost talking about the fact your followers call you Prongs. That’s sexual in itself.”

“I know, it’s so bad, it was never meant to be like that.” James laughed, running a hand over his face. “It’s a nickname I’ve had since uni, from an old inside joke, but you’d be surprised at how many people make it a sexual thing.”

“Well, I know that your mates take the piss out of you for being the one that gets all the attention from the girls. I mean, there’s literally thousands of girls making edits of you on TikTok, I see it all the time.”

“Oh god, I know, it’s actually insane, I’m not going to lie.” James laughed, a little awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s like a really weird feeling because obviously for me I’m not, like.. an influencer, or anything, I’m just me. It’s hard to come to terms with it.”

“Thankfully that’s not a problem I have in my line of work.”

James cleared his throat, laughing nervously again, and you swore you could see him blushing red.

“Jesus, I forgot about that.”

“Most people do when they see me with clothes on.” you giggled, leaning forward to reach for your glass of wine that was on the table. “D’you watch my stuff?” you asked as you swallowed your mouthful of wine. “I’ll cut this out, I always ask this question and cut it.”

“Jesus..” His face was definitely red now, though whether it was from you questioning it or the sight of you in front of him, he wasn’t sure. “Not religiously, but I knew about you when you’d just got started. You’re like three years older than me, so when I was like, seventeen, God- I was just- feral, for want of a better word.”

“Really?” you smiled, curling up further against the back of the sofa. “That’s- actually kinda cute. That you’ve followed me the whole time, and now you’re here.”

“I don’t think cute is the word to describe seventeen year old me putting a lock on my own bedroom door so I could watch your videos.”

You laughed at that, eyes squeezing shut as you leaned your head back against the sofa.

“Anyway, I’ll cut all that out.” you giggled. “I just find it helps to ease into talking about sex by getting it out of the way that I’m a pornstar, you know?”

James chuckled. What else could he do? He had spent his teenage years jacking off to the sight of you with no clothes on. You used to be his phone lockscreen. He used to moan your name in the shower. Now he was in your living room, and you wanted to spend the next hour essentially talking dirty to him.

"Uh, sorry-" James cleared his throat, voice cracking. "I'm like... suddenly incredibly awkward."

"It happens." you shrugged. "You need five minutes before I start asking questions? Cause, I mean- I have no innocent questions. They are just all filth."

“No, no, you’re good. I’m ready.” James lied.

“Okay, okay.” you took a breath, adjusting yourself, knowing that was where you’d cut the audio to begin again. “Quick fire, to get you warmed up: Weirdest place you’ve ever had sex?”

“Jesus-” James said for what felt like the millionth time in five minutes, voice cracking. “Don’t know, actually.. probably like- a nightclub bathroom?”

“That’s a tame answer.” you replied quickly. “Okay, next one: Place you’ve always wanted to have sex?”

“Library.” James said rapidly, laughing at the absurdity of it. “Don’t ask why, I couldn’t tell you.”

“It’s the being quiet thing. I get it.” you giggled. “Car sex, yes or no?”

“Oh- oh, yeah.” James laughed and ran a hand over his face, a little embarrassed, but that didn’t stop him from watching as you moved on the sofa, leaning over to place your wine down on the table, his gaze dropping to your cleavage for a moment.

“Mile high club?”

“No, not yet.”

“Threesome?”

“Once, in uni.”

“Two girls?”

“No. Short answer.”

“Okay, I’ll move on. Choking or hair pulling?”

“Hair pulling.”

“Spitting or slapping?”

“Spitting.”

“Mummy or Daddy?”

“Oh, God, both.” James groaned, laughing. “These quick fire questions are murderous.”

“That’s why I always end with that one.” you nodded, sipping your drink. “Expand on it. People don’t usually say both.

“Yeah, well- I’m still trying to, uh- figure out that one myself.”

You smiled at that, sipping your drink and giving James a moment to recover from your fast-paced quizzing. You had watched a few of his streams, and a couple of his friends' vlogs, in preparation to have him on the podcast. He didn't seem like the type to be obsessed with you, like you'd seen from previous guests, but you could tell from the way he was watching you when he thought you weren't looking that he was thinking I know what's under those clothes, and I like it.

"Talk to me some more about the library fantasy." you asked him, leaning forward to set your drink back on the table in front of you.

James hummed an exasperated little laugh, nodding slowly as he tried to find the words that wouldn't get him totally rinsed by his parents if they ever happened to stumble across a sex podcast made by a retired pornstar- unlikely, he hoped, but nothing was impossible for Monty and Effie, and he knew he'd be in for a lifetime of teasing if they got their hands on this. He didn't even want to think about the lashing he was going to get from the other marauders.

"Well, it's just one of those, innit," he began. "Everyone's got one thing they just find really sexy, for no real reason. I guess it is the being quiet part of it, really- I've never sat and thought about it."

"Have you ever done it?"

“No.” James laughed loudly. “No, God, I wish.”

“I get it though.” you giggled. “Up against the bookshelves, that’s what does it for me.”

“Oh, stop, you’re killing me here.” He groaned, hiding his face with his hands, peeking at you through his fingers.

“It’s because you’ve not drunk enough!” you laughed. “Get that down you, you’ll be fine then.”

James nodded, reaching for his drink. He didn’t want to get wasted, because then he knew he’d do something ridiculously stupid like make a move on you. And, while his mind was screaming at him to do that, he knew that it was probably ill-advised.

It was also James’ way that alcohol made him very, very loose-lipped. He was hoping that would work in his favour, and not the other way around.

He managed to control himself for a good twenty minutes, but James felt the alcohol hit him like a freight train as soon as he watched you stretch your legs out in front of you, and he remembered exactly who he was sitting next to. You. He knew you.

He knew you, but he didn’t.

James knew you were twenty when you first started posting on twitter. He knew that you used to have a boyfriend with blond hair. He knew that there was a tattoo of a dragonfly on your lower back, and he knew what noises you made when you came all over your own fingers, because he had watched you do it a dozen times.

But sitting in front of you for the first time ever made James realise that those were good enough things to know about you, but they weren’t enough to really know you.

And James didn’t like that.

“Okay, so.” you started, sitting up straight, and crossing one leg over the other, adjusting your microphone to reach your mouth in your new position. “What’s your body count?”

“Is it really bad if I say I lost count?”

“No, but I wouldn’t have expected that from you. Have a guess?”

“It’s probably something in the realm of about fifteen.” James shrugged. “I lost my virginity when I was.. sixteen, I think? And then in uni, I was just sort of.. set loose. Wanted to fuck anything that moved. You included.”

“Prongs, are you flirting?”

“Maybe, little bit.” James was definitely a little tipsy now, and that meant any filter he had on earlier had disappeared as quickly as the drink had. “Is it working?”

You laughed at that, taking a moment to decide whether you wanted to answer honestly. If it was too flirty you’d just cut it out.

“It might be.” you chuckled, once you had calmed down. “I’ll- fucking cut that out-“

James shook his head, swallowing a mouthful of his drink, and when he darted his tongue out to swipe the excess off of his lips, you noticed.

You also noticed every time his eyes raked over your figure as if he had never seen you before. Granted, until today, he’d only ever seen you on his phone screen. From what he had told you since you had started recording, though, James had seen you a lot.

“Leave it in.” he told you. You weren’t often in the business of doing as you were told, especially on your own podcast. This time, though, you nodded, smile spreading across your face.

“You know, anyone that’s just listening to the audio isn’t gonna see, but the way we’re sat right now- So like, normally it’s like, opposite ends, but we are- I mean, I might as well be on top of you.”

“If you like.”

“Oh my God.” you giggled, sitting back against the sofa slightly. “You know, you’re a little younger than me, but you’re pretty fucking smooth.”

He laughed, a little bit of a tipsy, hiccuping giggle, that actually set off a wave of butterflies in your stomach.

“You say that like I’m sixteen.” said, watching as you sat back, his gaze raking over you. His mouth suddenly felt incredibly dry, and he took another drink, clearing his throat.

“Of course not, you’re definitely-“ you cleared your throat. “A man, but you’ve been streaming since you were like, eighteen, right?”

“Something like that, yeah.” James nodded, and this time there was no embarrassment as his gaze roamed over your body. “I just used to stream for like, three people. It started with me getting an account so we could all play Jackbox, which is why I was down as Prongs and not something more creative- I just didn’t think anyone was gonna see it.”

“Hah- take it from me- the internet is forever.”

“Yeah, well, you make it look good.”

Ten minutes of shameless flirting and filthy questions later, you wrapped up the podcast, after accepting the offer to crash one of James’ upcoming streams, so that you could get a taste of what it was like to be live, just like you had given James a glimpse of your professional niche in having him on the podcast.

“Oh, I don’t know...” you began to protest when he suggested it, unsure if you would be as welcomed by James’ audience as he was bound to be by yours- James’ fans are all teenagers that are in love with him; your audience is essentially just horny people in collective agreement that James is a fucking smokeshow.

“Don’t be daft, they’ll love you, you’re a laugh.” James insisted, waving you off as if it were the most obvious thing in the world that you would be loved anywhere you went. “And you’ll have a few hundred people telling you how beautiful you are, I’m sure you’re used to that.”

It took a few more minutes for James to convince you, but eventually, he did, and you let him out of your apartment, hugging him the way you did when he came in, except he lingered a little longer this time. You didn’t know whether it was because he didn’t want to leave, or because he was less nervous to be around you, but neither of those were inherently bad feelings.

“I’ll call you.” you told him certainly, clinging onto your front door frame as you watched him head down the steps onto the pavement.

“If I could show a clip of you telling me that to seventeen-year-old-me, he’d have dropped dead on the spot.” James laughed. It was taking enough of his will not to do the same now. Thankfully, for the sake of his dignity, and his chance with you, he managed to stay upright long enough to wish you goodbye, flash you a wink, and walk away.

[personapeters]

𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

— a rafe cameron one shot (1 of 2) part one • part two

✰ rafe and barry were on their way back from handling business when they come across someone stuck on the side of the road — that someone being the richest kook in town’s daughter, y/n.

rating: sfw — cw: very suggestive/graphic language

“i don’t give a fuck what he said,” barry grumbled as he leaned back in his seat, “he’s payin’ by tonight or we’re bustin’ his fuckin’ head in, alright?” rafe nodded dismissively, unaffected by the graphic comment as his blue eyes were lazily focused on the road before them, a singular hand resting on the wheel as he steered the old truck. the following moments were silent, only filled with the soft hum of the engine and low buzz from the radio before something — or someone — caught rafe’s eye.

“oh, shit,” he whispered to himself, gradually lifting his foot from the gas as he peered out the dirty window. barry perked up at his utterance and followed his gaze, his eyes landing on a girl in the near distance sat perched on the curb, a hand in her hair as she held a phone to her ear. beside her was a pearly pink bronco, slightly tilted forward on it’s front, right side — flat tire.

“who the fuck is that? you know ‘er?” barry wondered aloud, his dark eyes flickering between rafe and the girl outside. “nah… i mean, yeah, kinda… that’s—uh, she’s grant mason’s daughter,” rafe mumbled, feeling sudden waves of internal conflict wash over him.

he’d seen her insanely expensive car before, perched in the long winding driveway of the mason’s mansion whenever he’d drive past — it was unmistakably of mason property. he’d also seen her face before on a company advert pamphlet in his fathers office: her mother, father, sister, dog and her — a perfect family.

“mason?” barry began with rafe quickly answering his unspoken question, “yeah, mason manufacturing.” barry laughed, a small smile pulling at his lips leaving his his shiny silver tooth on full display, “aw shit, lil’ kook princess done fucked up her ride.”

rafe bit the inside of his lip in a moment of contemplation, unsure of whether he should slam on the gas or the break. a beat passed as the cogs in his brain began to turn before he let out a defeated sigh, abruptly twisting the wheel and averting the truck onto the opposite side of the road.

“aye, fuck're y'doin’? you’re not about to go play bob the fuckin’ builder, are you?” barry gripped, sitting up in his seat with thick, furrowed brows. “relax,” rafe reasoned in annoyance, “i know what i’m doin’.”

and that, he did — rafe wasn’t one to do favors for people, especially for someone he doesn’t know, but this time was different. he’s learned over time to always keep your friends close and your potential assets closer; the daughter of the grant mason was simply a door he needed opened to fully set foot inside — to give himself and his father an upper hand.

barry scoffed and leaned back in his seat once more, resting an elbow on the passenger door before resting his forehead in his hand. “right — know what y’doin’ like y’always do,” barry muttered dismissively, “jus’ make it quick.”

“could go faster if you helped, y’know,” rafe murmured sarcastically, causing barry to let out an even more sarcastic laugh, saying, “yeah, ain’t shit in that for me, country club — you got it.”

and with that, rafe begrudgingly exited the truck with a light slam of the door, preparing himself to feign the fakest, most well-rounded persona he possibly could in order to make, what would hopefully be, a lasting impression.

the girl on the curb’s head perked up at the sudden noise, her eyes slightly widening at the stranger rapidly approaching. rafe noticed, forcing a smile across his face before speaking. “hey! you alright?” he asked as ‘warmly’ as he could, jogging across the road before stopping a mere few feet away.

“uh, hi — yeah, i’m good, i just— i got a flat,” she explained bashfully with a smile, gesturing to the leaning bronco. it was immediately evident to him that photos simply didn’t do her justice, the sight of her alone unexpectedly making his stomach do a flip, taking him by surprise.

“ah, that sucks,” rafe forcefully sympathized, “y’got a spare, right? i could change it for you.” her face lit up at the proposition, and she quickly mutter a few words into the phone before hanging up and shoving it in her pocket, quickly standing and dusting off the back of her denim shorts.

“would you really?” she beamed, her hopeful eyes glistening as she gazed at him. rafe nodded, his blue ones scanning over her face as he felt a weird stitch of something in his chest. “yeah, it’s no problem — i’ve got some tools in my truck,” he assured, motioning behind him.

“thank you so much,” she breathed out in relief, abruptly holding out a small, manicured hand in his direction, “i’m y/n.” rafe was taken aback by the sudden gesture, reluctantly encasing her palm with his own — her’s was soft, undoubtably the softest he’s ever felt.

“rafe…” he reciprocated before remembering the entire purpose of this interaction, “cameron — rafe cameron.” her brows furrowed, the name tumbling through her mind before realizing it was rather familiar.

“like, cameron development?” she wondered aloud, her hand still absentmindedly resting in his, though rafe was all too aware of it. “uh—yeah, yeah, m’ward cameron’s son,” he muttered, feeling almost awkward at the prolonged contact.

“no way! i’m grant mason’s daughter — our dad’s are friends!” she gasped, and rafe almost scoffed bitterly at the loose, frankly false, title — friends? sure.

“really? small island,” rafe forcibly laughed, internally puking at the sound of his own voice and the cliches he was spewing, and y/n replied with a sweet, “yeah!”

“hey, so, i’mma go get some stuff from my truck so we can get you back on the road, yeah?” he offered, pulling his hand from hers and pointing a thumb behind him. “yeah, okay, thank you again,” she called out as he spun on his heels before briskly crossing the road.

“yo, you trynna hit that or what? what’s with all that chummy shit?” barry snickered as rafe approached the truck, having overheard the entire conversation. “shut up,” rafe groaned, completely unamused as he reached into the bed, fishing around before retrieving a rusty jack and lug wrench in either hand.

“can’t lie, she kinda fine,” barry projected, ensuring rafe could hear him from outside. “she can probably hear you,” the taller man muttered in annoyance. “shit, let her,” barry exclaimed carelessly, “if you don’t tap that, i will.”

“look, can you just—just chill out for like ten minutes? i’m changin’ her fuckin’ tire then we’re goin’, alright?” rafe snapped in agitation, now standing by the car door and of course, the other man only found it comical. “alright — whatever you say, babyboy,” barry mused, feigning surrender with a sly grin before rafe trudged his way back across the road.

“hi,” y/n grinned, her arms crossed lightly over her chest as she ceased absentmindedly twisting her shoe in the dirt. “hey,” rafe reciprocated, tossing the jack onto the concrete with a loud clank, “i’ll get the tire.” y/n nodded, watching as he took the wrench to the back of the car and began twisting at the lugnuts before casually joining him there.

“so, how long have you guys lived here?” she questioned sweetly as she leaned against the bumper, attempting to make conversation as if he wasn’t preoccupied. rafe peered down at her out the corner of his eye, a twinge of annoyance sparking in his chest that was somehow extinguished when he noticed the small smile on her lips as she gazed at him expectantly.

“uh, m’whole life,” he grunted as he twisted at a rather difficult fastener, “you? never seen you ’round before.”

“i’ve only been here a a couple months, actually — we move alot for dad’s work so we’re never really in once place for long,” she explained, distant sadness evident in her tone. “yeah? you likin’ it so far?” rafe asked as he pulled the tire down with ease, finding himself to actually be somewhat interested in the answer.

“uhm—yeah, yeah, it’s nice. i mean, m’always going back home to visit and haven’t been anywhere on the island besides the elementary school,” she explained. “s’that where you were headed?” rafe wondered as he rolled the heavy wheel towards the front of the car, y/n following close behind.

“yeah, i was going to get my sister before the tire busted — was calling the school to let them know i’d be, like, really late,” she sighed. “your dad couldn’t get her?” rafe questioned, admittedly asking a question that may have been a little intrusive. "i— uh, no,” she laughed awkwardly, tucking a loose strand behind her ear as he began to crank the jack, “he’s always so busy.”

“and your mom?” rafe breathed out as he stood to his feet, dusting his hands on his pants before wiping the sweat from his forehead. y/n couldn’t help but shamelessly ogle at his biceps as they flexed with each movement, her eyes flickering up and down the length of his tanned arms in awe.

“she’s— uh, she’s pretty busy, too,” y/n shrugged, her small smile faltering — this piqued rafe’s interest. “yeah? what does she do?” he asked casually, playing off his prying as casual conversation as he began to remove the damaged wheel from the car.

“she used to be an accountant,” y/n murmured, staring off into space down the road, watching as a car drove by. “used to?” rafe chimed in, rolling the busted tire into the grass before beginning to mount the new one.

“yeah, before my sister was born,” she affirmed.

“what’s she doin’ now?”

“she’s retired,” y/n muttered, causing rafe to furrow his brows to himself — retired mother who’s somehow too busy to pick her kid up from school?

“she-uh… she drinks sometimes,” y/n answered quickly, having noticed the expression on his face, “she’s usually too hungover in the mornings to drive… and afternoons.”

hardly a moment passed as rafe was processing her words while simultaneously fastening on lug-nuts before she spoke up again. “i— i’m sorry,” she laughed nervously, squeezing her eyes shut as she mentally kicked herself, “i’m absolutely oversharing.”

“no,” rafe promised casually with a shrug, fastening the last bolt in it’s place, “i asked.” it was a simple statement, though it sent a wave of warmth throughout her chest, the simplicity of reassurance being comforting and seldom.

“what about you?” she asked as he began to lower the car back to the ground, the new tire now in place. “what about me?” rafe rebutted, standing to his feet once more with a huff, the beaming sun beginning to take a toll.

“i— i just mean… what’s your family like?”

“uhh, well, my dad runs a business, and-uh, got a step-mom ‘n two sisters,” rafe explained, though he was never fond of talking about himself or his family.

suddenly, a loud honk sounded out from across the street, causing them both to turn their heads towards the source. “aye, country club, let’s go!” barry called out, rafe’s good deed of the year being noticeably completed and his patience having worn thin.

“whose that?” y/n wondered, a small smile pulling at her lips when rafe sighed in annoyance and ran a hand down his face. “he’s my-uh… friend,” rafe answered, though truthfully, he’s wasn’t sure he’d call him that.

“i think your friend is ready to leave,” she laughed lightly, rafe nodding in agreement as his eyes then found their way to hers, suddenly finding themselves stuck there. she didn’t notice until then just how blue his eyes were, nor did he notice how big and doe-like her’s were. seconds passed that felt like minutes, neither of them in any position to break the eye contact for a reason they couldn’t explain.

inevitably, the horn was honked again and jolted them both from the stalemate, causing rafe to cough before scratching his neck. “uh, so, i’m gonna get going,” he announced, grabbing his tools from their places on the curb, “tire’s all good ‘n i can get rid of the old one if y’want.”

“thank you, rafe — seriously, it means so much,” y/n sighed out, eyes glistening with gratitude and rafe’s stomach did that same, stupid little flip as before when she said his name and he wanted it to fucking stop.

“yeah, no worries,” rafe grinned, though he tried to hide it, actually feeling somewhat good about himself, “you should-uh… probably head out, too, yeah?”

“shit, yeah,” y/n swore, quickly pulling her phone from her pocket and checking the time, “hey, so-uh, my dad’s having a little business dinner type-thing next weekend — food ‘n music and all that if you, maybe, wanted to come?”

rafe froze at the mention as he recalled a conversation with his father from not too long ago. they had spoke about that very event, rafe wanting to accompany his father in order to learn more about the mason’s business, though his wish was denied due to ward only being allowed to bring one guest — his choice being his wife, rose.

“i’m— i’m sorry, you don’t have to, i just figured as like a ‘thank you’ i’d—,” y/n rambled, feeling as though rafe’s lack of response and blank stare was an answer within itself, but he quickly interrupted.

“nah, nah, i’ll—,” he paused, blue eyes flickering across her now hopeful face, his heart doing a little skip at the sight, “yeah, i’ll be there.”

“awesome, yeah, here — put your number in, i’ll text you the details,” she smiled, handing her phone over to who rafe dropped his tools to the ground before accepting it. their hands grazed one another for a moment, somehow feeling different from the first time they touched.

he obliged, quickly typing in the digits and saving the contact before handing it back. “cool, so, i’ll see you then?” she smiled, watching at rafe gathered the tools from the ground once more. “yeah,” rafe nodded, quickly swiping his tongue over his lips before a soft smirk overtook them, “unless i find you on the curb with another flat before then.”

“with my luck,” she laughed, and rafe couldn’t help but let out a soft, genuine, chuckle. “thank you again,” she continued, her tone sincere, and rafe could tell just how genuine it was, giving her a small nod in return, “i’ll see you.”

and with that, she climbed her way into the ridiculously large car, giving rafe one last glance with a smile before disappearing down the corner and around the bend. rafe finished loading everything back into the truck, including the flat wheel that he planned on abandoning in some unfortunate pogues yard, before rejoining barry inside.

“the fuck’re you so happy about?” barry mumbled, loathing the fact that after waiting in a hot truck for ages, rafe comes waltzing in with a grin.

“told’ya i know what i’m doin’.”

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[spookyji]

more pervy bf jisung plss🙏🏻 I live for that

store policy. p.js

(nsfw + mdni) pervy bf and a changing room? yes please. not proofread btw

it’s been five minutes, and jisung’s not quite sure if his waistband tuck is going to do it for him anymore. like, raging boner kind of boner. and it’s really not his fault. sort of. but as he wipes his sweaty palms down his pants, he knows it deep down. he’s such a pervert. and it’s becoming a problem every time you’re around.

it’s everything about you that drives him mad, so insanely lustful his face blushes cherry red, blood rushing south as his hands sweat trying to hold back his own desires. and he got here five minutes ago, cluelessly following your text instructions to meet up at some trendy clothing store, feeling so out of place as he wandered to the back where the changing rooms were. he sat down for five minutes, and now, jisung’s fucked.

“ji, what do you think?” you ask, biting your lip in thought, twisting around to get a better look at the rather minuscule skirt, unknowingly giving your poor boyfriend a more than generous view of your panties, flimsy fabric tight against the curve of your cute ass, and just for a moment, jisung swears he can see the outline of your intimate skin, sending him down a mental spiral as he tries to avoid looking too closely,, dirty mind already out of his control.

imagining the way he could rip those flimsy, useless panties away, tie the torn fabric around your wrists… his hands filled with the plush of your thighs, whimpering his name, “ji, ji, ji—!”and then the illusion breaks, and he’s blankly staring at a wall as you tap his shoulder. “are you paying attention?” you pout, as jisung fumbles for a coherent thought. “oh— um, yeah, it’s nice—“ he nods, the dirty feeling of shame already washing over him as he silently swears at himself, keep it together—! you haven’t been dating long enough that he’d like to admit… to being a huge pervert.

well, if he says so, you’re pleased. and so it continues, a try on and your boyfriend seemingly zoning out, only to pop back into reality with a tap to the shoulder, flustered reply, and an awkward cough. he’s blushing rather red. maybe because he’s the only boy in the store? you glance around, but the store has mostly cleared out from the afternoon rush, with workers staring at the clock as it nears closing. “one more, then we can check out?” you ask, and jisung gives an absent minded nod, looking shyer than ever, his long legs uncomfortably crossed as he plays with a loose string on the bench cushion.

god, he’s going to lose it. his lower lip chewed raw, long legs really trying to cover up his unbearably obvious bulge, at this rate, jisung’s not even sure if he can drive you home without at least an emergency jerk off. and while he knows you’d probably want to help him, it would just be so embarrassing, a boner just from clothes? what a loser.

“jisung, can you help me? hurry!” you call, causing his heart to rapidly race several beats too fast. just… don’t be a pervert about it—! “i– okay, baby.” tugging the changing room curtain aside, his tall frame vanishing behind it for a moment before you’ve teasingly trapped him against the wall, dress half zipped up in the back, enticingly hanging off your back as your fingers reach down, tracing the rather prominent bulge in his pants. “i— it’s not what it looks lik— you didn’t want to tell me?” you giggle, your tall, broad shouldered boyfriend completely wrapped around your finger as jisung blushes, his ears flushed as he stifles a moan, the slow, quiet drag of his zipper gliding down as you tug the zip, painfully stiff cock barely held by his boxers, a wet stain darkening a spot of fabric. “ji, if you wanted to fuck me, you can always say so,” you whisper, grasping the collar of his shirt to tug him lower, “i want you, too.”

your fingers slipping down, wrapping around the width of his cock, thumb pressed against a prominent vein as you slowly pump his length, his pretty lips parting as pants slip out, almost begging for a kiss as his hazy eyes meet yours. languid, sloppy kisses, his hips rutting into your hand, his tall frame awkwardly leaned over yours as jisung relaxes with your touch, so pent up it barely takes anything for his whimpering pants to morph into his pretty, needy moans, sticky cum spurting over your fingers and on the hem of the dress, creamy white ropes of seed making such a mess…

“not gonna give me any?” you whine, licking your fingers, god, he’s so weak to everything, jisung’s needy hands clumsily pushing you into the wall, bent over at a perfect angle for him, his words almost slurred in his lusty daze, “please,,,?” and who are you to say no… he’s so pretty like this, his shirt sticking to his skin, pants unzipped and his heavy, pale cock flushed pink at the tip, seeping cum, face flushed like a drunk man (well…) parted lips and chest heaving with breaths, god, he’s so— “fuck me please, sungie.”

muffled cries barely audible through his hand, wrapped ‘round your lips, lewd, slaps of skin on skin, clothes rustling in such obvious noise, jisung’s face buried in the crook of your neck as his free hand grasps at every inch of you, your waist, hips, trying to keep a coherent hold on reality, heated pants hot on your skin, burning through your collarbones as your pulse races beneath his lips, god, what a mess, scent of sex so heavy in the air…

but neither of you could care less, what, so full of cock you can’t think, jisung so pussy drunk he can barely manage coherent words, like a crushed butterfly, makeup and hair all ruined as his rough pace messily slams into your pussy, sticky with smeared cum and arousal, so dirty, aren’t you? ‘s only until he’s stuffed you full, whimpering mindlessly as hot cream fills you up, jisung becomes even clingier, every inch of his body pressed to yours, breath hitching, feels so good to be milked of his cum, hmm? oh, it’s such a mess… all you can manage to say is his name,, about to until an untimely knock comes against the side.

“excuse me… i’m afraid we will have to ask you to leave for… violating store policy.”

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Hi. My wife referred me to you for your knowledge and enthusiasm for ecology. If I wanted my fictional fantasy world to have a saltwater river (my world is weird), how could I explain or justify that? Is it even possible, ecologically speaking? Anyway, love your posts and thank you!

I have been considering this with my colleague who is a physical geographer with a passion for riverine geomorphology and she wants to sit down with me and discuss the possibilities more fully. So I may yet update this post with more options.

But, the short answer is yes, there are options to make it possible.

The one we've best fleshed out so far basically comes down to groundwater contamination. Groundwater is contaminated with massive salt input (this would likely need to be anthropogenic - up to you whether that looks like Evil Factory Output, massive magical damage post-war, or any other consideration.) One or more of the river's main tributaries is fed primarily by this groundwater store, so it cannot flush through. Once it meets the sea, it would be brackish around the estuary anyway, but this would mean halophilic species - those tolerant of salt - would be able to spread backwards back up the river channel. Depending on what you want, for plants this could mean cordgrasses (saltmarsh formers), seagrasses along the riverbed in slower areas, or potentially long, linear stands of mangrove forest; in all of those cases, it's much more likely on a slower river than a faster one.

Now, a salt river will be far more erosional than a fresh one, so the river banks and bed would be eroding more. This means higher quantities of suspended sediment in the water, so the water colour would be murkier and browner than if it were fresh. However, if its a river with slow meanders, you might get little patches of saltmarshes establishing, where the erosion turns into deposition instead, so although the water would have a colour difference it would be extreme; on faster bits, though, it would.

There would be, either from the groundwater at the top of the catchment or along the river channel, a certain amount of salt incursion into land. This would basically make arable agriculture in those areas nigh-on impossible, but you could maybe try farming something like samphire along the banks. The exception would be areas that were away from the contaminated aquifer, that also got plenty of rainfall OR freshwater groundwater imputs from another part of the catchment. Even then, though, it couldn't go too close to the river.

Floodplains need considering, too! Floodplains only flood during wet weather events that cause the river to overtop the banks; the rest of the year, they're dry. In this case, that means you might have areas that are freshwater marshes, or maybe even normal grasslands/scrub for most of the year, which then suddenly get inundated with salt. That'll kill all those organisms quite rapidly. You wouldn't have any trees in those areas, and they'd look like mudbaths for the majority of the time, I'd imagine. Very ugly wastelands. These would then provide even more lost soil into the river, for even more browning of the water.

That much sediment would therefore mean the estuary would be a depositional one - new land forms at it. It would probably have a delta. This means lots of mudflats with lots of marine worms and other invertebrates, and consequently insane levels of wading bird diversity to feed on them (plus foodstuffs - oysters, cockles, octopus, smaller fishes, etc). Loot up Korean getbol for an idea of how impressive these things can get. Saltmarshes and/or mangrove forests, too! Depending on climate. Mangroves are a tropical species.

HOWEVER, this is just one idea we've explored so far, so I shall update you if we think of others

[yayll]

~ a little something about Dazai's impeccable detective skills... only when it comes to you ~

"Uh-huh... And you said you were meeting someone last night?" Dazai pretends to jot down this information, his brows slightly furrowed as he scribbles into the notepad he conjured up from his long tan coat just a few seconds ago.

"Yes, that's correct."

"Ah, I see.. Fascinating. And how was it?"

"How was what?"

"Your date." He says, smugly. His head tilts in mock innocence, and his smile stays plastered on his lips while he watches you practically choke on your own spit. Now he's really going to start writing details down...

"Oh, no, it wasn't like that. Nothing that official, heh." You fidget with your fingers, looking down, and suddenly your shoelaces are the most interesting thing you've ever seen. You didn't think questioning would last this long, you weren't even involved in the crime, but this eccentric detective before you says all witnesses are vital for the investigation and you're just doing your civil duty as a valued member of society!

And this drives Dazai insane... how ridiculous that you don't have a clear standing within the life of whomever you were seeing. It should be a crime, really! If you were his, no one would ever hear the end of it. He hums to himself, nodding as if in deep thought as he draws a heart around your name in his notepad, adding his own name right under yours. He clears his throat and looks back up at you, making sure his knees don't give out at the way you seem so bashful around him.

"I beg your pardon? Do I hear that a young and beautiful person has not been swept off their feet successfully?"

Just before you can answer, a young man with white hair and a peculiar asymmetrical haircut runs to Dazai's side. He peers at his notes, and nervously chimes in.

"Er, Dazai? Mister Kunikida wanted me to come find you, but I didn't think you'd actually be working- Why are there so many hearts drawn-"

Dazai immediately moves his hand over the young man's face and comically shoves it away from his notepad, still smiling at at you. He speaks through gritted teeth and a nervous chuckle.

"Not now, Atsushiiiii, I'm working~"

This causes Atsushi to grumble, his face deflating into an annoyed sigh as his gloved hand scratches the top of his head.

"But Dazai, this is kind of important, and I really don't want to have to be the one to tell Kunikida that you're slacking off again..."

Dazai instantly snaps his head to look at Atsushi, pointing at you with dramatic flair, his voice reaching a mocking pitch.

"Oh, but I'm not, young Atsushi! I've come out here on pure basic instinct... I'm conducting a very serious investigation, and so unfortunately Kunikida and the rest of the folks at the agency will just have to wait for my genius intellect to come up with a tantalizing resolve. Get Ranpo to help. 'Kay byeee!~"

Dazai grabs you by the arm and though the gesture is hasty, he's surprisingly very gentle as he drags you away from the white haired young man. You're now standing outside a cafe and Dazai takes out what looks like a business card, presenting it to you. He scans your slightly confused face, and thinks about what other precious faces you'd make for him if he stuck around you long enough like the hound dog he is. He wonders if you'd let him touch your arm again, maybe even your hand... maybe even your-

"Are you okay, Dazai?" You ask in slight concern. Oops! He's been nonverbal for too long. He shakes his head rapidly and lets out a soft chuckle.

"Never been better! Here, take this, it's my personal contact. I think I've got all the notes I need to finish my work, but I seem to be missing one last thing-"

He proceeds to lean in a little, his now softened hazelnut eyes looking into yours intently, and his voice becoming drastically more serious. There's a glint of sincerity, and an emotion you can't quite place, but it makes your blood pressure spike and your cheeks flush at the casual intimacy of it all.

"... A time and date so I can see you again, perhaps?"

You feel yourself feeling giddy, and slightly stammer as your response flows out of you coyly.

"Ooh well, maybe tomorrow in the evening? I'll be off of work then. We can um, get coffee here?" You nod your chin up at the cafe sign, and flash him a soft smile. A smile that will keep him happily satiated until tomorrow.

"Ah, then it's a date! An official one..." He winks at you, and pats the top of your head, the feeling is light and angelic. By the time you recover, he's gone. You get a last glimpse of the way the tail of his coat swishes as he sharply turns the corner of the street, and you stand there smiling like a giddy schoolgirl. What you don't know is he does the very same thing, thinking about how playing with the fire of his own destiny is worth ruining if he could cement himself into your heart. In his adoring eyes, you could do no wrong. That's his job.

[thecheshireprincess]

Let Me Hear You Preview

Shuntarō Chishiya x F!Reader

Content Warning: NSFW (18+); porn with some plot, smutty smut, just smut fr, thigh riding again, this time in public, Chishiya being a menace (probably OOC, you know I don't give a fuck), insinuations of a darker Chishiya, breeding kink kind of if you squint, curse words

I won't tell anyone what or what not to do, but please interact responsibly ✨️

A/N - Let Me Hear You is obviously a part II for Quiet; I don't think you have to read part I to be able to read this one, though there are callbacks to it. I expect most people in this space have already read it longggggg ago

The other day, I went absolutely crazy and decided to delete nearly 50K words worth of WIPs and completely start over. That sounds insane, but I think it has been the greatest favor to me to have a blank canvas for most of my stories. I'm really trying, I promise.

For now, please enjoy this sneak peek 🥰

Chishiya is quick to take his place in the last remaining chair in the conference room, guiding you without hesitation into his lap. He strategically parts your legs with his thigh, slowly dragging your clothed clit against him as he pulls your rapidly overheating body closer. You have to bite back a salacious moan, sputtering instead on a strangled cough. When your back hits his chest, his warm lips brush the shell of your ear in teasing, “Still being a good girl and keeping my cum inside you, baby? Looks like it'll be a while before I can give you more.”

A breathy whimper escapes your lips without permission, Chishiya’s filthy words causing your weeping hole to clench around absolutely nothing. You still have almost no control over your body, you realize, the aphrodisiac coursing powerfully through your veins. Involuntarily, your hips squirm against the blond; whether you're searching for more friction or trying to escape his burning touch, you aren't sure. Maybe both. The tips of his fingers dig tightly into your hipbones, halting your movements and trapping you in place. “So needy, hm? You’ll have to work for it if you want to cum, angel,” he whispers teasingly, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Chishiya!” you chastise him with a smack to his chest, though arousal-soaked pain is coursing encouragingly through your veins, the deep-seated desire that you have for the man betraying you.

“What, baby?" He asks wide-eyed, feigning innocence, "I know the aphrodisiac is just burning you up, look how flushed your skin is. It’s okay if you want to ride my thigh, it won’t take much for you to soak me, will it?” Oh, you want to scream. You're going to scream. Fuck fuck fuck.

Trying to regain some semblance of control over your aching body, you push the dirty thoughts to the back of your mind with a shaky breath, focusing hard on the words spewing from Hatter's mouth – something about tightening up security and making sure people aren’t trying to hide cards from him. Hatter sounds crazy, but you feel crazy. You're sure that you look crazy too.

Sweat beads again at your forehead and neck, imaginary flames licking up your ribcage and radiating excruciating heat through your body like thousands of knives. The weight of Chishiya’s hands at your hips should ground you in the moment, but instead all you can think about is how those hands should be making their way down the front of your panties to play with your swollen clit instead of digging into your skin.

You're conflicted. Your body desperately wants to grind against Chishiya's leg, soaking both of your pants with the evidence of your arousal. Claiming him as yours in front of all these people. Your heart, which has long belonged to your friend, agrees. Your hazy mind, though, is lucid eough to stop you for a moment. You are literally sitting in the middle of an Executive meeting - can you really handle the shame? As if he's able to hear your thoughts, the blond offers his reassurance, “Only Hatter can see you, baby. Don’t you want to put on a little show for him? Wouldn't it be fun to tease him with something he doesn't get to have?"

You look briefly to the man, noting the smug look he's wearing on his face; pupils blown wide with lust, but not a drop of sweat on him. He's somehow not in excruciating pain like you are.

And just why wasn't Chishiya affected by the drug anymore?

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[finsplurtz]

bloodsucker — izuku.midoriya

— dom ! vamp ? male.reader x sub ! izuku.midoriya

— contents: straight up fucking , vampire!reader , you get hungry mid sex , you lose control n drink dudes blood but he feels like he’s fucking floating , he loves it ❤️‍🩹

warnings : blood drinking uhm boo

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He finds it soooo unbelievably attractive when you go FULL vampire it’s insane. I mean fangs out, thirsty for blood, extremely strong and that hypnotizing voice of yours. You’d never kill someone drinking their blood. you wouldn’t even be able to ask if you can drink their blood cause you lose all your common sense.

Fucking into your cute pro hero relentlessly. Your dick is so deep inside Izuku it’s drawing so many loud whines from the greenette. Your eyes open and his neck looks so…. smooth, so pale..

Your breathing picks up as you stare harder while Izu’s moaning like a whore. Your lips turn upwards into a grin and he caught a glimpse of your sharp canines, which only come out when hungry.

His heart skips a beat the second he realizes what you’re staring at.

“ngh.. yn..mhh..!” Your grip on his hips are incredibly tight and your dick is practically abusing his insides.

You lean down and he feels and hears your breathing up close. He grabs onto your hair tightly and puts his hand on your back, you’re hitting that spot so perfectly it has his back arching off the bed.

You don’t feel the pleasure, everything is blocked out. When was the last time you had human blood? You don’t know but you’ve been dying to know what your boyfriend tastes like.

He feels you graze your sharp teeth against his skin, he gets chills and tugs at your hair to stop you. You’re licking at the spot and kissing it while he squirms to maybe get away but you’re fucking him so good he doesn’t want to leave.

He shivers when your teeth starts to push down on the spot.

“yn..! wait wait please don’t— AGH” He screams at the pain when your teeth sink into his plush skin. His nails digging into your back and dragging them down.

You’re sucking his blood rapidly while still thrusting into him. More moans leave him and he’s gasping a bit afraid. You’re taking a … generous amount of blood, his minds starting to blank and the moans turn into whimpers and cries as tears fall down the sides of his face. He’s given up trying to pull you off and one last thrusts deep deep in him, you let your hot load inside him. A broken moan before cum rips out of his slit coating his and your tummy.

most intense orgasm he’s ever had, he’s smiling and shaking under you as you finish drinking what you want. You pull back and look down at him with half lidded eyes, his bloods all over your lips and teeth. You slowly lean down to his mouth and he gladly opens his mouth for you to let your tongue roam. Kissing him sloppily, he can taste his own blood, it’s sweet. your small chuckles have his tummy turning

The amount of blood drawn from him causes him to pass out.

he wakes up all wobbly and drowsy, he sits up in his bed and touches at his neck feeling around at the bandage around it.

He sees you sound asleep next to him, the sheets were changed and izuku was all clean.

he slowly lays back and and stares at your sleeping face till you eventually wake up and let out a small gasp.

“‘zuku…..’m sorry..” you said in a sad tone. The greenette smiles a bit and gets closer to give you a small kiss and snuggle up closer to you.

He kisses your neck and it has you biting the inside of your cheek help he’s so cute hold me back

im vamp

a/n; guys i love vampitres also hellow

[hiddenlife-manager]

I CANT STOP THINKING OF SMUT FIC IDEAS

ok hear me out lando and the reader are kind of like sneaky links and lando gets back to monaco and texts the reader “can i sleep over” and then the reader says yes. And then when lando gets to her house their kind of flirty but the reader is playing hard to get and instead of bringing him to her bedroom she just says the guest rooms clean and then closes her bedroom door on him lol. but then in the middle of the night lando comes into her room and is like “i can’t sleep” and then the reader gives in and they fuckkk

Lando Norris X Fem Reader

cw… pussy rubbing, teasing, slight plot, not edited, dom lando, hella confident lando, FWB, creampie, emotions, wall sex, quick and hard, etc...

notepad… YALL I love this one def was last minute. I was so busy today. But still I won't be taking request until I finish what I have. So my request will be temporary for some time. I hope ya'll don't mind just trying to finish what I have for everyone.

You looked at the phone quietly, unsure of how to respond. It has been some time since you saw Lando, and you needed him badly. But you also knew that coming straight up and saying that you needed him would cause him to bully you hard. You two were not in a relationship; you knew that, and he knew that, yet you two constantly fucked with no strings attached.

“Fine.” You found yourself texting back, clearly trying to hide the excitement you held for him to come over. You knew what you two would end up doing; you wanted him to wait; you wanted him to think that you two were friends and nothing more; and your desire for him was truly nonexistent, even if in your head you desired him with all your heart. 

Minutes passed, anxious for his arrival, until finally Lando knocked at your door to your large apartment. You rapidly got up from the couch, ignoring the fact that minutes ago your leg bounced, waiting for his arrival. You walked to the door and smiled, seeing his smirk. He grabbed your waist and pulled you in.

“Hey beautiful.” He whispered to you, leaning down to kiss your lips right as he was about to reach your plush lips. You moved your head, causing him to kiss your collarbone. You smiled; you wanted him to need you desperately. 

“Welcome back to Monaco, Lando.” You walked into your apartment, and he followed suit, still left stunned at your actions. He sat down on your couch, his legs opening while he tapped at his thighs. You sat on his thighs, and he held you close. 

“Now what was that? Hiding something beautiful?” He grabbed your chin, making you look at him, and shrugged innocently.

“What do you mean? I am not hiding anything.” You giggled out, his sigh being heard right next to you. Clearly, he is still unaware of your plans, and you smiled. The entire night, you were on his lap, rubbing his cock, flirting with him, and avoiding his kisses. You were leading him until it was finally time to go to sleep. 

“Your room, like always?” He questioned you, holding your hands tight around your waist. You knew he was hard, and you had to play him like a fiddle. 

“You said you were staying over; take the guest bedroom. I need my bed for myself.” You got off his lap and walked off while he watched you walk off. He groaned his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing and swallowing his saliva. He needed you, and you were playing a stupid game.

You made it to your room, shutting the door and smirking, your body leaning against the door. You were getting what you wanted. You two were friends with benefits; of course you wanted to play with him; he played with you; it was only fair you did the same. You walked through your room, stripping your clothes off to put on your pajamas, until you heard the door opening behind you. You tried to cover yourself with your robes after seeing Lando walk in. 

“Can’t sleep.” He smirked, raising his hands up as if you were holding a gun to him. His eyes scanned your body, which made him fucking insane. 

“Bullshit I just left; I bet you haven’t even stepped foot in my guest bedroom.” He shrugged, walking over to you, his hands laid down on your hips. 

“Guilty as charged.” He looked at you; his hands grabbed your face and forcefully kissed you. Your eyes were left wide in shock. The two of you fell onto your bed. He desired this kiss more than anything. He groaned into the kiss, his hands lowering down to your robes, taking it off your shoulder. "Beautiful, you had your fun; now it is my turn.” 

His hands traveled down to your legs, opening them to see your soaking cunt. He placed his fingers on his lips, sucking them and taking it out of his mouth with a pop. He placed his warm fingers on your clit causing you to react with a quick gasp. His fingers make circular figures slowly on your needy clitoral area. 

“No matter how much you hide it, you want me.” He rubbed your clit slowly and eventually raised the pace. You tried to hold back your moans, not wanting to show him your desire, but your cunt showed a different story. Soaking wet from his kiss and his touch. You were unaware he was going to fuck you. He heard you finally slip moans out, and he stopped, shaking his head.

He pulled your legs to him out of pure instinct; your legs wrapped around his waist when he picked you up. He pressed you against the wall next to your bed. 

“You said you wanted your bed for yourself. So I’ll grant you that wish, beautiful.” With his one hand not holding you, he unzipped his pants. His hard cock coming out was clearly ready to fuck you from your teasing minutes ago. He shoved his cock into your cunt, and immediately grunts could be heard from him. His head is in the nook of your collarbone and neck. Your shock at his entering you made you much tighter. 

“Lan~” You moaned, head back to the wall he was pressing you up against. You felt your body bounce on his cock, moving your ass up and down. You grabbed onto his neck tightly, gently scratching at the top part of his back. The pleasure becomes too much. It seemed to be minutes before his cock slammed into your soaking cunt. Your back against the wall clearly gets a slight burn from the bouncing, so you choose to ignore the pain and focus on the pleasure. His mouth gently bit into your collarbone, fucking you faster. 

His pace quickened, feeling his cock twitch inside your tight pussy. This position and your pussy made him go feral. You asked for it while playing this game. If you let him fuck you the moment he arrived, you two would have been making love, and right now he is simply fucking you as if you were his. With each thrust, he slowly got to the realization that he desired to fuck you every day, not just any time he was back home. He needed you to be around him all day; he wanted to hear your laugh and be the focus of your teasing. 

“Fuck ‘bout to make me cum!” He moaned next to you, pressing you harder against the wall and slamming his cock into your pussy faster than before. You were left moaning, a smile present on your face, holding him tighter than ever. You were clearly winded by him moaning and saying his name loudly. That was until you felt yourself close to climaxing. You moaned out, telling him so, and he smirked, kissing your lips to shut you up. At last, his final thrust came in, and he felt his legs get weak from the feeling. He groaned into the kiss, still thrusting in your spasming pussy cumming from being filled up by him. “Beautiful, how about I stay the night?” He knew what he wanted, and now he wanted you.

[thatrandomidiot182]

Bitter Reunions, Sweet Coffee

Chapter Warnings. talk + descriptions of death, disassociation, mentions of past neglect, vulgar language, violence, readers not a very nice person atm (and they're valid for it!), pls let me know if I missed any!

You honestly thought you were hallucinating again when you saw him walk up to the register.

Sleepless night after sleepless night and the constantly skipped meals had made it a common occurrence to see and hear things that aren't there.

Familiar faces that would never be in such proximity, suddenly appearing in your peripheral or in the corners of the room.

Voices that you know you'll never hear again, randomly calling your name or whispering indiscernably in your ears at the most inconvenient times.

Sometimes, there'd even be phantom touches. The hint of a hand brushing against your cheek or fingers trailing your arm tentatively...

But not this time.

This time, it was all real.

He was all too real.

From the tips of his black, stupidly perfect hair to the bottoms of his shiny leather oxfords, Dick Grayson was really standing at your register, alive and in the flesh.

"Well, fuck me." Your sudden whisper causes your coworker to splutter in surprise, nearly dropping the iced latte you were in the middle of handing her.

"Finally. Thought you'd never ask." Your other coworker makes a sudden appearance from under the counter, smirking up at you as he pulls a box out with him.

"Ugh! Gene, you know we could report you to HR for that, right?" Pip's voice hardly registers as she comes to stand next to you, glaring at the green eyed boy as he moves to lean against the counter across from her.

"Oh, C'mon! I'm only joking, you know that, right? Besides, Greenie doesn't seem bothered by it, do ya?" It takes two more calls of your stupid nickname for you to finally drag your horrified stare away from the blue eyed man and onto the brunette nuisance.

"Gene, I'll give you twenty bucks to pour the grease bucket on me right now."

Gene's face drops into a bewildered stare as Pip releases a cry of protest, "What!? No! Are you insane!?"

You turn your focus onto her, clutching the sleeve of her uniform pleadingly as Gene watches in confused amusement. "Pip, take over the register for me? Please. I'll cover for you on Sunday, just please. Take over the register!" You're desperate, hands trembling as you fight back the panic at his sudden appearance.

The redhead lets out a nervous laugh at your begging, glancing at the man next to her for help as she gently pries your hands off of her.

"Yeah, right! You know Pip can barely even hand the drinks out without crawling into a hole. She's been here three months and still can't talk to a customer without crying." Gene cackles, and Pip rounds on him with a furious blush, "You're such an asshole! You know I'm working on it!"

You can't help but roll your eyes at their bickering, shuffling anxiously on your feet as you purposefully avoid Dick's stare.

"Well, now's the perfect opportunity! I'll take over here and you can take the next customers order? Okay? Okay!" You force an all too cheery grin as you attempt to corral her towards the front of the counter. Unfortunately, your attempts are done in vain as she hurridly plants her weight to the floor with wide eyes, shking her head rapidly.

"N-No, no I-I'm good, maybe tomorrow?" Her voice reeks of fear, and for a moment you feel a pang of guilt at her obvious nerves.

"Look, man. Just let it go. Obviously, she doesn't want to do it, so leave her alone and get back to work. Seriously, what's up with you all of a sudden? You've been fine all day, and now you want to swap stations? You get a Karen or something?" Gene's voice is stern as he reprimands you, leading Pip out of your grasp as he questions you with a raised brow.

Pip follows his lead, eyeing your clentched jaw worridly as she speaks, "I-Is everything okay? You look a little... freaked out right now... did you... get enough sleep last night?" Pip's fretting only served to further agitate you, and you have to close your eyes to gather yourself in fear of lashing out at her.

It's silent for only a moment before you release a sharp breath, hurridly brushing off their concern, "No, I'm fine, I just– I guess I just... I don't know. Just been one of those days, yanno?" Your excuse is half-hearted, though not entirely a lie. Not only had you been dealing with annoying customers since you got here, but for some reason, the entire morning had just been one problem after another.

First, you slept through your alarm, causing you to miss your bus and forcing you to run to the next station, hoping to catch it there. Luckily, you did, only to discover that all the seats were taken, the air conditioner was broken, and the driver refused to go faster than fifteen.

Then, you ended up being fourty-five minutes late to your opening shift, which Gene thoroughly chewed you out for, and immediately dropped a whole case of croissants. After cleaning that up and making a note of the incident, you went on to spend the next three hours dealing with pissy office workers, sticky kids and trend followers who ordered drinks with twenty different add-ones and argued about the price.

Pip and Gene had been there through it all, but they were too busy with their own little beef and pretending to be preoccupied to realize how stressed you were.

Maybe if they bothered to get to know you outside of "Hey, have any plans this weekend? Think you can cover for me?" They'd realize that something was wrong, but they never have, so they took your excuse with stride, sparing you one last weary look before moving back to their stations.

Leaving you to face the music.

"What do you want." Normally, you'd at least pretend to be chipper when talking to a customer. Greeting them with your best smile and a well-timed compliment always worked out in your favor when it came time to count the tip jar, but today, with him, you just couldn't find the will to even be polite.

"Hey..." He begins hesistantly, drawing the word out as he coughs awkwardly, "It's been a while... We– uh, We should talk." His voice is solemn, lacking any trace of his usual mischief and cheer, and it takes everything in you not to spit in his face and throw him out.

"We are talking. Do you want coffee, tea, or juice?" Your words are sharp, tone carefully flat as you glare at him over the screen.

He huffs, and you eye him with morbid curiousity as his fists clentch, "Coffee. Can you please take a break to talk for ten minutes?" You roll your eyes, pushing the button harshly as you spit back, "Oh yeah, because I'm gonna sacrifice ten minutes of my pay to talk to someone who never even spared me a simple 'hello,' two years ago."

Dick visibly jolts at your accusation, his hand coming to rest on the counter that separates you guys as he stutters, "Wh-That–" You make the desicion of hot over cold for him as he fumbles to find a response to your words, "Are you seriously worried about, what, two cents? If that's the case, I'll pay you whatever you make in a week, but I seriously need to talk to you! You know I wouldn't have bothered you if it wasn't important!" His desperation causes you to hesitate, and you eye him in disbelief as he obviously avoids responding to your statement.

"No, actually, I don't. Because I don't know you. In case you suffer from the same delusions as Bruce, just because we lived in the same house for a couple of years doesn't make us family." Your glare causes him to stiffen, his jaw clenching, and you watch on, unamused as he scowls in frustration.

"Look. I know you don't like us. I know we fucked up. I know that things didn't go how they should have when you first came home, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay? But, right now, I need you to pause being angry and just sit and listen. You don't have to talk, but I need to tell you this..." You offer a mocking hum as you press random flavors and additives, mainly trying to ring up the most expensive drink you can manage as you revel in his rising frustration.

"It's about Alfred." The name captures your attention, and you pause your button mashing to stare him down in an attempt to discern whether or not he was lying.

He looks like shit, now that you're actually looking at him.

His perfect hair is noticably greasy, and if it weren't for the faintest trace of frizz sticking up from the back of his head, you would have assumed he had slathered it in styling gel with how stiff it looked.

His eyes were hidden behind a pair of ridiculously tinted sunglasses, and he sported a wrinked silk button-up, sloppily tucked into a pair of jeans, with no belt in sight.

He was wearing a silk button up, and jeans.

That immediately set alarm bells off.

If there was one thing you knew about Alfred, it's that he never let anyone leave the manor looking anything less than clean and put together. You'd watched him meticulously steam sweatpants just for Dick to go get on a private jet! So, hearing the words and seeing the perfect Dick Grayson appearing before you like he currently was only fed the ominous feeling you woke up with that morning.

"I don't get off until ten-thirty, so find somewhere else to haunt until then." His shoulders slump in either defeat or relief, "Wha-You got here at eight!" His half-hearted cry is met with your unamused snort as you shove the card reader his way, not even bothering to question how he knew that.

"Welcome to the real world, Dick." Your accentuation doesn't go unnoticed, and you smirk at the unamused frown he gains when he sees the total on the screen.

"Fifteen dollars for one drink!?" He hesitates with his card, and you quickly reach forward to force his hand down onto the reader with a cheeky grin, "Well you did order a large cappuccino with eight pumps of caramel, a quad espresso, extra whipped cream, caramel drizzle, java chips and almond creamer!"

You don't even have to see his stare to pick up on his horrified expression.

"We'll have that ready for you in a few minutes." You offer a mocking smile, voice artificially perky as you turn your back on him to hand the receipt over to Pip.

"So, I'll see you at ten-thirty then!" You wave him off with a smirk as Pips disgusted gasp reaches your ears, "What kind of drink is this!?"

Nine hours and one attempted robbery later, you exit the coffee shop with a scowl, an ice cube melting between your fingertips as you use it to nurse your busted lip. A sugary espresso abomination that's sure to keep you up all night hangs down from your other hand as you make your way towards the figure looming on the sidewalk.

"Wow, you actually came back. Now I'm worried." You don't bother to mask the shock in your voice as you exit the building, waving back at your shift replacement when he finally reaches the register.

"Of course I came back– What happened!?" His pout is quickly replaced with a frown as he spots your bruised cheek and swollen lip.

"Some asshole came to try and rob the place during the lunch rush. Tried to hold up the register and got mad when I made fun of his mask." You smirk at the memory of his purple, leopard print leather bondage mask, "Dude managed to whip me across the face right before getting bodied by an old lady's taser." You grin, letting out a small laugh.

Dick doesn't seem to share your amusement, "Oh my– You're lucky he didn't hit your eye– Y-You're lucky the gun didn't go off!" His brow is furrowed, and you pause to stare at him in amazement at the sheer audacity of his act as he grimaces at the sight of your purple cheekbone.

"Okay, cut the shit." He's visibly taken aback at your snappy tone, and you pettily throw the ice cube down by his feet before turning to walk away from the shops door.

"We both know you don't actually care about what happens to me, and quite frankly, I'm too tired to deal with–" You turn gesture to him frustratedly, "–this, so quit wasting my time and tell me whatever it is that Alfred wanted me to know already!"

You hear him huff as he rushes to walk next to you, "Look, I know you don't believe it, but I do care about you. We all do! We always have, I don't understand why you keep pushing us away–"

"Shut the fuck up! You don't get to come here after everything that's happened and try to play the victim! You don't get to invalidate my feelings and gaslight me into thinking that the way you guys acted was okay! That I'm the bad guy! None of it was okay!" You're glad you walked away from the shop because you did not need your coworkers reporting you to your boss for causing a ruckus with the volume of your voice.

"I was sixteen years old." You hate the way your voice trembles when you speak, "I lost the only family I had ever known, and when I was brought here with the promise of finding a new one... You guys treated me like shit– worse! You– You acted like I wasn't even there..." Dick stops beside you as you lean against a lamppost, taking solace in the cool metal through your clothes.

"It's been a year since Bruce kicked me out, and none of you have bothered to even try and text me. Nobody. Not once. Alfred's the only one who even bothers to call every once in a while... Which is why I don't understand what you're doing here Dick." You glare at him through your lashes, ignoring the wetness of your eyes and the heavy atmosphere of your words as you scoff, "Alfred would've called if it was really important. He'd never send one of you to come when he knows how much–"

"Alfred is dead." Dicks frustrated voice cuts you off abruptly, his body jerking as he shocks even himself with his outburst.

Your eyes widen as you lift your head to face him fully, voice weak as you barely muster the courage to question him, "What?"

His voice is shaky as he stutters out your name with trembling shoulders and clentched fists, "H-He's dead..."

For the first time since you saw him this morning, you're quiet.

Your mouth feels like it's glued shut, jaw locked as you lose your grip on your cup. Your brain hardly processes the action, too caught up in pushing away the fog that's suddenly pushing at the edges of your nerves.

Dick watches your coffee fall with concern, speaking your name through a choked whimper as he hesitantly reaches out.

You don't look at him when you speak, and he's not sure you even realize what you said as he watches your eyes glaze over, focusing on everything and nothing at the same time.

"Drive me home."

The drive to your apartment was a blur. You hardly even knew that the car had started before it stopped, and you had to force yourself to lead Dick up to your door.

Your thoughts were a mess, constantly bouncing from the past and present. Memories, regrets, dreams and fantasies all blurring into one huge mess that had you too preoccupied with deciphering what was real or not to bother worrying about how Dick knew where you lived.

Before you knew it, you found yourself in yet another situation you never thought you'd be in.

Sitting across from your supposed big brother at your makeshit dining table, sharing a beer as he delivers the details of Alfred's funeral.

"The viewing and mass are going to be at the cathedral. Bruce wants everyone to be at the manor a few hours before so we can get security and cars sorted..." You let out a small puff of air through your nose, lips quirking humorlessly at Bruce's excuse to upkeep the perfect family image.

"Afterward... We'll head back to the manor for the burial." That catches your attention.

"He's being buried in the family graveyard? What did Julia have to say about that?" You scoff at Dicks obvious confusion as he stays quiet.

"What did his daughter have to say about that?"

Dicks shoulders slump as he avoids your gaze, "I don't know, you'd... have to ask Bruce."

You roll your eyes but bite your tongue, too tired and mentally exhausted to argue.

Dick leans back in his chair and rubs a hand over his face, and it's then that you take the time to observe him properly.

He looks tired.

Angry.

Sad.

Hopeless...

It's the first time you've ever seen him look so... dimensional. It's the first time you've ever seen him drop the mask of happiness he flaunts to the entire world.

...

It's unnerving.

His vulnerability only further feeds the confusion and suspicion in your brain.

Is any of this even happening?

Are you dreaming?

Is this another hallucination?

Is he even here right now?

Are you even here right now?

Your body feels out of your control.

You feel like you're playing a video game without being able to control the character, cursed to watch from behind the screen as you scream at them to do something.

Your limbs don't feel like yours. Your lungs are on manual mode, and you feel like a split second of distraction will cause them to just stop.

"He left you a note. He-He left you a fucking note." Dick's strained laughter brings your focus back to him, and your brows furrow in confusion.

"He... wrote me a note? But– Tha–" Your tongue is heavy, every word a struggle to push out as you come to a sinking realization, "Dick, how did Alfred even die?"

The silence is sickening, and the tingling in your brain that wakes you from your fog only solidifies the suspicion that he's loosing his composure.

"A few weeks ago... Right before Gotham was freed from Bane... He-Uh broke into the Manor–" His voice shakes, and your body freezes at the name, breath hitching as dread seeps over you.

"–None of us were home, ex-xcept D-D-Damian–" He chokes on the name, taking a deep breath as you see tears well in his eyes.

Dick begins to hyperventilate, and you wish you could move to help him, but you can't. Instead, you sit there, wide-eyed and praying to whatever higher being was listening that he was lying.

That this was all some fucked up dream your mind conjured to punish your inaction. That you'd wake up in a sweat and call Alfred, and he'd answer and reassure you that he's fine, that it was just a dream and that you didn't let him die.

"... He snapped his neck." Your stomach drops, and tears silently begin falling as the brutal reality of the situation settles in your heart. "Right in front of Damian... How– How evil do you have to be to murder a man in front of a fourteen year old boy!?" Your heart clenches at the reminder of your younger brother, concern and empathy twisting in your gut as your mind flashes back to Gwen.

He's only a couple of months younger than you were when you watched her die...

Silence settles in your apartment again, with Dicks ragged breathing being the only white noise available as you drown in your thoughts.

What a pair the two of you make at the moment.

The infamous Dick Grayson, Gothams sweetheart, and the apple of Bruce's eye is sat nursing a cheap beer on your rickety three-legged dining chair in wrinked jeans and a coffee stained silk button up. His mismatched socks and tear stricken face only add to the grief.

Then there was you.

The black sheep of the family, the stain on the Wayne name, the failed hero, the bastard child, the cursed... God, do the epithets just go on and on... Yet here you sit, on a stack of two milk crates, still in your tacky orange uniform with the bloodstained collar and a bag of frozen blueberries held to your cheek.

Polar opposites, the two of you have always been, getting along like fire and rain since the day you showed up at the Manor. But here, sitting underneath the yellow glow of a broken light bulb and sharing tears over a good man, the differences don't feel so drastic as they once did.

You have to hold back a sob at the horrible thought that crosses your mind.

This was the closest he's ever felt like family since you met him.

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Thank you all so much for all the love and support, I appreciate it so much!! <33 I'm super excited for this series and I hope you'll all enjoy it too!

[yup-no-way]

Astro Observations pt. 4

Ayyyyy! How is everyone! I am almost done with all my uni work for the semester and I am rapidly approaching my first exam. But it’s alright cause at least I got one of my projects to work. I had to make a wireless power transfer using copper wires and I spend a whole day going back-and-forth between the floors of my department in search for some copper (someone pls say sike rn). Now tell me why me and my team spent a whole day just to create the simplest of circuits, all because our transistors kept burning up. The stench in that room from burned electrical components was insane (these r your future engineers btw). We probably went through 10 different transistors (rip to our lab resources).

Well I hope everyone is doing good and everyone is safe and healthy! I wish all of you to reach your full potential and live your best life!

These observations are based on my personal experiences so don’t take it as full facts. These placements can also be influenced by other things in someone’s chart like degrees, houses and aspects. Also if u have any suggestions for what content you’d like to see feel free to let me know. English is not my first language lads so don’t drag me for grammatical errors. xoxo

Cancer moon: you guys r cutie patooties that just want emotional closeness from the people around you. Generally if evolved you guys r so beautiful. You are caring, giving, emotionally mature and are able to express yourself in a healthy manner. they r the type to pay attention to the little details. I’ve noticed a pattern with cancer moons that their love language is words of affirmation. Buuuut and there is a big but here, if you guys are not evolved, y’all r hell on earth. Imagine a sensitive, emotionally constipated, demanding ticking bomb. Cancers r truly crash outs if not evolved. They will want the world from you and give nothing in return. You will have to pull through emotionally in the relationship and you will have to walk on eggshells around them.

Chiron 12h: these people most likely dealt with a lot of religious/spiritual trauma. They never felt truly connected to the divine or they have an unhealthy relationship with the divine. A lot of the people I’ve met have been struggling with accepting themselves and the divine at the same time. It is a hard placement. I love you guys so much and I just want to say that it’s alright to take your time and figure yourself out. Sometimes this is a lifelong journey and instead of running away from your scars, it’s better you face them. Whether you decide to connect with religion/spirituality or not, make sure that is your choice. You are the only one in charge of that. There is no shame in either choice so don’t let people tell you otherwise. Lots of love to you xoxo

Libra moon: for these natives, having balance in their life is very important. It’s extremely common for these people to get overwhelmed if they work too much without proper rest. Like balance is rllyyy that serious to them. I’ve seen these people get extremely stressed when something feels off in their life. I have a friend that crashes out (bless her soul) whenever she has too many assignments. She’s a demon during exam season if she needs to pull all nighters. They also crave a sense of stability in their relationships with people and they rlly don’t like to argue w people. Sometimes this urge to keep peace with people leads to them not vocalising their problems making them stay in relationships for way longer than they should. They also have a strong sense of justice!!! I love learning ab my friend’s placements so I can know how to make em feel safe and happy. Muaw xoxo

Lilith Taurus: these people often tend to get insecure of their financial status. They deeply cared about how they r perceived financially by people. They might even get to the point where they might want to appear richer than they are. They might have experienced loss of stability and monetary assets through their life that led them to these traits. BUUUUT, if they move on from placing their whole value as a human being on their assets, they have a great potential for actually achieving that financial status they so deeply yearn for. These people need to learn how to balance their confidence and self worth and accept themselves for who they are. Also they might have a tendency to get greedy, so be aware of that as well darlings.

Lilith 9h: these people often feel the need to move from place to place. They might want to change their country of residence quite often . You guys never feel truly fulfilled with where u r at. Maybe travelling is a good alternative if you don’t have the financial means to constantly move. These natives just get that stimulus from changing their environment. As long as you balance your life, you should be good, but be aware of overindulging in the need to cross every boundary. Just make sure the choices you are making are actually good and not just a temporary solution for a bigger underlining issue.

So guys this is all for today! I hope you guys liked this blog as well. I won’t be very active due to the exam season but I will try my absolute best to post as many things as possible! If you guys r interested is seeing a certain type of content let me know!

Stay healthy and glowing xoxo

[geostelar5]

Acclimation is actually an insane thing that our bodies do and its amazing how rapidly we adjust to a new environment.

It's like "Oh you wanna live in a place where the average temperature is literally 10 TIMES hotter than we're used to with almost 100% humidity so sweat isn't as effective? Ok give me a few days to adjust than we're good just some more sweat as we get used to it"

"What the fuck you wanna move to a place that's THOUSANDS OF FEET up in the air? A place without enough OXYGEN for you to function fuck...Ok give me a few days to MAKE MORE BLOOD AND MAKE YOUR HEART BIGGER then you'll be alright."

On a generational basis it's even funnier cause within a few dozen generations we can actually adapt to like any environment. People from Africa and Aboriginals are usually darker because Melanin acts as sunscreen in a place where they get too much sun and during a time where people didn't wear many clothes or have indoor shelters like today.

But as humans migrated north to latitudes where the Sun isn't constantly raining down an endless beam of death and cancer and started to wear more clothes due to it being colder they started lacking in Vitamin D and that leads to a whole HOST of other health issues related to births, cancers and other shit so we started lessening the pigment in our Skin in order to get as much Vitamin D that we can. This happened within a few generations as far as we're aware and like this shit is happening on a SUPER Fast biological scale.

For a kinda poor metaphor, the rate at which humans adapt to massively different environments to best live in is like how Speed runners can complete OOT within like 5 minutes compared to the 27 hours it takes to beat casually Edit:So apparently I am a dumbass when it comes to tempreture as the way we measure tempreture is not in fact liniar and is more logrimtic in nature than I was led to belive by math. There isn't a 10X increase in tempreture. But still you can go from living in Norway in the Winter to the Tropics/Sahara in a short period of time and our bodies adapt concerningly fast