#last one in my size as well i thought i was gonna have 2 pay full price but then it turned out it was half off

[andromedasummer]

hav used my birthday money 2 buy clothig :)

[khristie16]

A Game On Red

about: two ferrari boys are madly obsessed with you, they do whatever it takes to keep their pr manager just for themselves. warnings: daddy kink, size kink, guys are toxic, reader is innocent, jealousy, kidnapping, primal play, cnc, smut, choking info note: if you’ve been waiting for the twisted wedding, there it is. This is the last part and I hope you enjoyed reading this short story, you’re free to let me know how you liked it, if you'd like something similiar, my requests box is open and I always read all of them, trying to work with time so I can provide what you want, love you all so much words count: 3K Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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After your desecration of the leather seats in the car, you collapsed into exhaustion as Carlos' arms comforted you. You lost the sense of time and surrounding. You’ve let them do whatever they please and you hoped just for a little bit of break, you had this deep feeling in your gut that you’re not gonna be definitely bored with them.

During the journey somewhere, you were slightly aware of your surroundings and the only thing that mattered to you was whether you had your boys around you. The rest you couldn’t bring yourself to care about. And this lead you to thinking of how this all is even possible, but you couldn’t come up with any good explanation and perhaps you didn’t want to know any. All your life you were in fear if you being good enough and doing good enough in the eyes of others. With them,…… you don’t have to feel that way, you don’t even think that way. All you thought about and knew was that you grew to them just as quickly as they grew to you, with the only difference being that they had been obsessed with you for a much longer time.

You felt something unfamiliar to your skin and your thinking has to come to an end. You could feel the soft material under your left hip and the wonderful scent wafting past your nostrils. You fluffed the scented thing more and fell deeper into sleep.

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“She's a sleepy head.”

“Indeed.”

You grunted softly on those voices that slowly woke you up and with gaining some consciousness you began to stretch your arms and legs. You were like a purring cat, satisfied with how well rested your body is. After a moment of orientation, you saw your rested yet still weak body lying on the couch, which to your surprise was more comfortable than your bed at home. And then it all hit you again because you saw boys behind the kitchen island standing with their backs to you doing something on the kitchen counter in front of them. You no longer payed attention to them and decided to take a look around and to your surprised, it was dark outside. Have you even slept?

“You've decided to finally wake up cariño?”

“Oh come on Carlos, she was tired.”

A sign left Carlos’s mouth only. This man definitely does not like any kind of weakness, even human weakness. Which is just right from him, half the time since you were kidnapped, all you could hear from him was an animal growl. The audacity of this man got you mad. But you knew it’d only invoked a reaction from him, a reaction that you couldn’t take this right moment, your body was still sore and you were glad for some chill time. Not being in the mood to add any kind of comment on him, you focused back on Charles.

“What are you doing guys?”

“Your favorite food cherie.”

“My-my what? Favorite food? How do you know which one is it?”

Carlos folded his arms and gave you a significant look. Like you are a little girl who kicked someone's little dog. It only took that little and you were embarrassed again. Yet you didn’t have anything to embarrassed about! Carlos was hitting your last nerve. You’ve never had a problem with anger of some sort, and since you got Carlos to know more, you went burning. Both from the pleasure and the anger. Yet you didn’t have any chance to show them, because all you did was running from them, from it.

“You think we want this with just anyone? Someone we don’t know anything about cherie?”

You moved your look from Carlos to Charles, leaving the previous thoughts behind.

“Guys I'm -.”

“Sh sh cariño.”

You snapped at Carlos. The audacity! You frowned your eyebrows at him and were prepared to call him out. But Carlos was at your side in a second with his finger in front of your mouth.

“We are no guys for you, baby girl.”

You blinked at him a few times and kept staring.

“And drop the attitude.”

You were sooo ready to fight back but Charles appeared by your side too, soothing your skin on your bare shoulder. You immediately relaxed under his touch.

‘‘Come on, let's eat and then we'll bathe you.’’

The warm feeling that spread through your body indicated that this is exactly what you want. You don't know how long you could last without some rest and Carlos never seemed to give you that rest. You were grateful for Charles being here.

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After eating and talking to boys, which reminded you of the old days when you were waiting together for the press and discussing whatever came to your mind right before they had to talk with the press, just enjoying the good company together, you were forced to forget for a moment of the overall situation in which you all found yourself. Even though the boys felt that way too, they were always thinking about what would come next and were incredibly excited. They knew what will to come. You were still their prey, and prey doesn’t know the plan of hunters. Therefore, as soon as you finished eating, they sped up the whole process and Carlos was  already carrying you in his arms to the bathroom. You laughed as a little girl and kicked your feet to the rhyme that was playing in your head. At that time, you completely let go of the world around you.

‘‘We want you to be perfect for it.’’

‘‘What for?’’

Carlos gently sat you down on the bathroom counter and went off to the side to find what he planed to use on you. Meanwhile, Charles walked up to you and smiled at you with his beautiful smile accompanied by his dimples. He lowered his eyes as he started caressing your thigh.

‘‘For the ceremony. When it's all over, I'd like you to get them pierced.’’

It took you a moment to understand what he meant. He helped remind you when his fingertips moved to your nipples, which still had the rings he had given you in the car. How long have you had them?

‘‘How long did I actually sleep?’’

‘‘The whole day.’’

‘‘What?’’

Charles chuckled at your reaction and stroked you all over your body.

‘‘Carlos was already getting impatient. Sometimes he can be a pretty pain in the ass, but it's only because he wants to have it confirmed.’’

‘‘What confirmed?’’

Charles still had his eyes downcast, so you plucked up the courage and reached  to touch his face. You laid your hand on his right cheek and he immediately gave you his gaze and seemed to melt away under your touch. His eyes went a little warmer as well. You swear you could get lost in them. And this was the first time you touched him with such warm intensity. You could get use to it.

‘‘That you are ours.’’

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The boys bathed you and they left you in the next room afterwards. They told you instructions, something to the effect that there is something waiting for you on the bed. And that you should wear it. But the most odd thing they said was Pay attention to your instinct. You didn't quite understand that. But you left it without comment and walked away. The door immediately closed behind you and you heard the lock. You ran back to the door to find you locked in the room. Those fuckers! When conquering the door didn't help you, you decided to give it up and pay attention to your surroundings. A white dress was lying on the bed. The lace made them look like wedding dress. They can't possibly be serious. You took them in your hand to take a good look at them. The length could be halfway up your thighs and the neckline was lined with lace that looked a lot like a veil. You suspected that you wouldn't be strolling anywhere in these clothes on a clean laid carpet in woods, but that you would be running for your life and especially the freedom that the boys wanted to deprive you of now. But your emotions were conflicting. You did want it, because it was exciting for you, but was it the right decision? You slowly put on your dress and had the opportunity to look at yourself in the mirror. You looked like a perfect bait, again. The wind blowing through the open window reached you and you started to get goosebumps. And at that moment you remembered Carlos's words from yesterday exactly at the same moment you started to get cold, that you would warm up by running. And if they locked your door, the only way out was through the window. When you reached to the window and looked at the height of the jump, you hoped you could make it without injury.

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You've been running for a while now, you don't even know where, but you knew that the further away from the house, the better. Ever since you hit the ground and your right ankle slightly protested against such a fall, you told yourself that the worst was over. But that was before you heard the strange noises coming from somewhere below you. When you felt a hand around your ankles trying to pull you down, you started screaming and running because right where you were standing was the basement. And basements are your nightmare, thanks to the countless horror movies you've seen.

In a dense forest you're running for your life. And for your freedom specifically. You knew what was coming, because sucking your clit in the forest wasn't the only thing they wanted to offer you. Or more so needed from you. Your white dress, which was a definite symbol of the wedding and marriage and being theirs as long as they wanted, once a symbol of love and happiness, is now torn, dirtied, and stained with tears. Your heart pounds like a drum in your chest, echoing the urgency of your escape. Twigs and brambles claw at your bare legs, leaving angry red marks.

You haven't heard them for a long time. But you knew they are close. They always are. But despite your exhaustion and the odds stacked against you, you refuse to give in. And so you continued on, the trees stopped being so dense and more light began to shine through them. You saw something in the open space in the distance that gave you hope. You ran even faster and found out that there was a cave with a lake underneath it. It would take you a long time to climb up, and most importantly, it is likely that you would fall. You don't have as much strength as you did in the beginning and pulling your tired body up made you forget about this plan for now. Hiding underwater was also a bad idea, now you needed to oxygenate your body and not stop breathing. You didn't know what to do so you went back to plan number one. You couldn't run no more. You had to risk something, and you'd rather fall and break something than voluntarily drown.

Your footsteps falter, and your breath comes in ragged gasps as you approach the rocky sanctuary. Your trembling hands fumble for a small, concealed crevice in the cave's wall. And so you climb on. It took you a lot of energy and most of the time you felt unconscious, as if someone else was doing the work for you. Whether it was the body itself or the mind, you were glad you climbed all the way to the top. On the final tackle you rolled to the side and rolled away from the edge, unable to believe what you had just accomplished. And that you didn't help yourself at all.

You were lying on your back with your eyes closed. You knew you had some time left, and if the boys didn't find you at all, you'd be here the whole time. But did you want to voluntarily freeze to death in a cave? No matter what you did, you needed boys for comfort. And you got yourself into it. If you refused to play this game yesterday. This sick game! But your career was at stake and you didn't want to lose it. You were so mad at yourself now that you didn't think it through. This is exactly what the boys didn't want, because you would reject them and negotiate that they can't threaten you. Unless they have something on you... As you were thinking, the wind changed direction and was now playing with your hair. Although cold, at least the gentle caress of the breeze forced you to relax your tense muscles. But something was wrong because you smelled something familiar. You opened your eyes with lightning speed and looked under the cliff to see if anyone was there. You didn't see anyone and you thought you were starting to have delusions. But your ears serve you well as you remembered.

‘‘Miss us cariño?’’

In disbelief, you slowly turned around to see the two of them sitting far away in the dark in a cave. Somewhere you didn't look. It means they were here long before you or you fell asleep for a while?

‘‘Guys.’’

‘‘Sh Sh, we do the talking.’’

Carlos came closer and the moonlight reflecting off the water illuminated his smile, a wicked smile that filled you with terror. You started crying, this was scary.

Charles appeared right next to him with a face you couldn't make out. You hoped you would at least find comfort in Charles, but he was now looking at you as if you had committed something heinous. Tears streamed down your cheeks. Both of them approached you while you sat curled up on the cold ground and looked down at them from under your eyelashes.

‘‘Beautiful…’’

The boys didn't mess with you. Carlos grabbed you by the neck and pulled you closer to his face.

‘‘If you have two rings from Charles, I will have those as well.’’

Carlos strangled you with such brutal force that you were sure he would leave his mark around your neck. While you were looking into Carlos's eyes with tears and difficulty breathing, Charles bucked your knees and you fell onto them. But it was much less pain than what you could have imagined would follow.

‘‘Don't worry baby girl. Daddies will also take care of you after. Now is now though.’’

Crying didn't help you, but it was the only thing you could do now. You were as if completely paralyzed and unable to resist them. Charles tore off your white dress and threw the piece of fabric away. Carlos finally let you go and you could breathe. Before you recovered, you were straddling Carlos' lap. His head was on the ground as was his whole body. Charles crouched behind you and began to caress you.

‘‘You're so wet cherie, again,... you like it.’’

You sobbed more and Carlos immediately grabbed you by the neck again. He looked into your eyes with that look and you knew you had no time left.

‘‘You will take us as a good girl you are.’’

You didn't have a choice and even if you did, you were very curious to see what it would be like. You had to finally admit that this wasn't just their fault, it was yours too.

Carlos gathered the bottom of his pants and pulled them out. The two boys didn't wait for anything. Carlos took you first and stretched you out and when he laughed out loud about the way you were struggling taking him, he pulled out and this time Charles drove into you. You were just a hole for them to use and they would use you exactly to their liking and there was nothing you could do about it, but you loved it. Carlos grabbed you by the neck and pulled your face closer.

‘‘Now you nicely go all the way down, because you're gonna need all the pleasure there is.’’

He had already pushed you back onto his cock and you gasped in pain as you felt Charles' fingers penetrate your ass. A moment was enough and Charles was conquering his cock in your other hole. You didn't know how much longer you could keep it up, but when Charles started to tease your nipples and Carlos your clit with his other hand, the sensations were so much that it all merged together and you could only feel your coming orgasm. You screamed for the whole round and the cave pushed your moans further into the ether. Your head was spinning and your vocal cords started to ache as well as every other opening in your body. You got carried away by everything you felt and surrendered to it.

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You could smell the sweat, the mud, and the smell you knew so intimately. You slowly opened your eyes and felt yourself floating. Carlos carried you in his arms towards god knows where. You quietly said his teammate's name and immediately someone stroked your hair. You then kept your eyes closed and rested as much as you could. You no longer cared what would happen to you. Especially as long as the boys take care of you. And you hoped they would follow the promise.

‘‘Open your eyes cariño’’

When you slowly opened them, you saw Carlos, you in his arms and Charles next to you. You were all naked, dirty and sweaty. Like animals. But there was trust between you, or at least some kind of bond that brought you close enough that you felt safe with them. much more than ever with anyone else, even an ex-boyfriend.

A large ring spread around your neck and two rings in your nipples from Charles. Now you were marked from both of them. You looked into Charles's eyes and saw that he was proud of you. You smiled shyly at him and buried yourself deeper into Carlos' chest. As if you wanted to hide from their feelings. Carlos placed a kiss in your hair, which was the first time he had shown such tenderness, and you looked at him with wide wide, open eyes.

‘‘What are you looking at, you're ours now. You're mine now. And I treasure what is mine.’’

Charles stepped closer and turned your head towards him.

‘‘We are yours now, you can do whatever you want with us and we will do anything for you.’’

[brunosaderogatory]

Show me your headcannos about luca and alberto's relationship, please :D

To start it off, let me just say: you should not have asked me this. You opened the biggest can of worms in my tackle box, cause these boys have been marinating in my head for nearly 2 years. This post is gonna be a long one. That being said,

Physical Properties

Their height distance remains relatively the same, with Luca at 5’8 and Alberto at 5’11

Luca’s favorite feature on Alberto is his eyebrows. His freckles take second place (obviously), but he thinks that they compliment his facial structure really well.

Alberto’s favorite feature on Luca is his eyes. He likes how big and round they are, and he can tell when Luca is spacing out, because they drift just a hair apart. No one else notices this detail

I think they would have a size difference too, like, after years of fishing (and living with Massimo), Alberto grows up to be a Bear of a man. Like super strong,  Luca loves this, and has absolutely 0 complaints.

Skills/Jobs

Alberto pays for Luca’s tuition through odd jobs in his teens

Luca grows up to be a teacher in Portorosso and talks about Alberto often to his students, and Alberto grows up to be a fisherman with painting as a side hobby/gig, Luca as his #1 muse. Luca will come to him, describing a recent daydream, and Alberto will make it real.

Luca is interested in things like mythology, astronomy, science, etc. and while Alberto barely ever understands it, he always brings/sends newspaper or magazine clippings of these topics like a cat bringing its owner a leaf

Luca and Alberto are both neurodivergent (Luca w the ASD and Alberto w the ADHD) and they are constantly infodumping to eachother (alberto about vespas and basically any automobiles, Luca about the sciences and mythology)

Luca also becomes an author in his later years, writing (usually short) memoirs and each and every. Single. One. is dedicated to Alberto

Alberto plays the mandolin (not the best, but pretty decent) and will rewrite songs to fit him & Luca, and then serenade him later on <3

On that topic, Luca favors the pop genre, while Alberto favors Opera, but they both lose their fucking minds when “50 Special” by Lunapop or “Citta Vuota” by Mina comes on

They also had citta vuota play at their wedding and you cant convince me otherwise

They have godly amounts of communication skills and it makes every one around them jealous

Alberto’s love language is touch and cannot go 15 fucking minutes without laying a hand or brushing against Luca when they’re together. Likewise, Luca’s love language is words of affirmation and will not *stand* for alberto talking bad about himself, which he has a habit of doing, and will crowd him with thoughtful compliments

Luca (teacher) brings up Alberto plenty in his lessons, and his students. fucking. love him. He’s like a celebrity to them

They protect & look after eachother. If someone is going after Alberto with words, Luca steps in. If someone is going after Luca with strength, Alberto steps in. 

Timeline/Moments

They met on the 18th of June (the day Luca 2021 came out)

They got married as soon as they could. Like the day it was made legal, Luca was filing a request

They hold true to their promise of exploring the world together, visiting a new country every other year for usually weeks at a time. They’re just out there trying their damnedest to live life to the fullest and experience everything there is to offer

At some point, Alberto realizes he needs glasses 24/7 and Luca forces him to get them, but he refuses to use them because he thinks it ruins his style. Still, to this day, Luca, Giulia, and Massimo are the only ones to see him wear them

Going off of the last one, Luca wears readers. It took a little while for Alberto to get used to, but then they started growing on him 

When on dates, Alberto is usually handed the bill, but Luca always pays. he does not understand why they keep on handing Alberto the bill when he has a greater salary, but Alberto does. He does understand

They never adopt kids because it was illegal (and it still is, btw. L Italy) But! They do always have a dog (usually a pit, because they have an affinity for beings that society gives a bad name) and 2 cats.

Luca was originally a dog person and takes forever to warm up to the possibility of having a cat, but Alberto manages to convince him and after a month it’s like. His child. 

They basically become the adoptive-grandfathers of the queer teens in Portorosso. just adopting the weirdos and misfits, freaks and geeks left and right.

They get a house together and walking into it is like walking into a museum exhibit. Alberto has a hoarding problem and Luca cannot resist the urge to bring home cool rocks. It’s littered with trinkets from wood carvings to miniature Vespas. The walls are covered in photographs and art. Thanks to Luca’s organization skills, though, it’s actually very well put-together and designed instead of messy. You can also tell a lot about them from their decor, too - everything tells the story

At old age, Luca develops Arthritis (like his grandmother) and becomes a bit dependent, but Alberto never complains about having to help him with even the most simple, mundane tasks

Alberto gets Luca a bright red Vespa as a graduation present (Luca loses his mind, but that should already be understood), and then teaches him how to drive + helps him get his license

Luca is on social media a lot more than Alberto, and lost his fucking mind when he came across the MLM pride flag. Old man ran to Alberto to show him, who had the same exact reaction, cheering like it was the Super Bowl (because it’s Their!!! Colors!!!!)

They never grow up. they stay playful, silly kids together as they age, and even when they’re relationship gets serious, they’re barely rarely serious with each other (if that makes sense)

Before they officially met, Alberto scoped him out. That trail of fallen junk was *planted* I swear. And that scuba suit?? That was planned

Miscellaneous 

They never get rid of their clothes from the first summer, even after years of unused and lint collection.

Alberto cooks, Luca tries (and fails. and lies, claiming he *loves* the taste of burnt food and Alberto should suck it up and try it)

Daniela and Alberto start out having a bitter/rocky relationship, but grow to genuinely like each other over time (their shared affection for Luca *definitely* helps this)

Alberto does dumb stuff throughout his youth, like piercing his right ear or getting a permanent tattoo of an upside-down, bright pink triangle, that makes Luca question if he has a death wish, but it grows to be more of a sweet thing over time that they look back on with nostalgia

They go hard with the PDA, but don’t even notice it. Giulia will be begging them to stop and they’ll both be confused like ??? Stop what

I know this is gonna sound insane, but hear me out: Luca, albeit in his old age, as a tumblrina. he’d force Alberto to get it too, and Alberto wouldn’t exactly understand and just treat it like instagram/facebook, posting the “catch of the day” or what recent painting he’s finished. Course, Luca reblogs all his posts and tags it like “husband posting!!! ❤️” 

Alberto uses several nicknames for Luca (sweetheart/tesoro, spacey/spaziale, love/amore, dear/caro, etc.), Luca doesnt. Luca tried to, once, but Alberto shut it down, because he loves the way Luca says his name and doesn’t want it replaced with anything else

Alberto has mild dyslexia & severe dysgraphia (formed by trauma. Thanks, dad), and Luca will often read to him, help him write, etc.

Alberto is a hopeless romantic and absolutely spoils Luca rotten for any other man.

They go on dates. Like a lot. Especially ones at night, out to sea.

They were each others firsts, for everything. First friend, first lover, first kiss, etc.

Luca likes to jokingly call Alberto “Giralamo” just to keep him on his toes, until Alberto took the joke too far and legally changed his name to have it be is middle name

Ok that note, “What’s wrong with you, stupido?” And “Piacere, Giralamo Trombetta” become less personal/emotional phrases, and then into jokes that they use to embarrass eachother, before circling back to being really personal + emotional again

(Context: Italians have a tradition of embarrassing the hell out of your friends/family members at graduation) Alberto showed up to Luca (and Giulia’s!) graduation event in full drag + kissed him in front of. very. *very* many people.

During their teen years, Alberto would send Luca relatively-saucy photos of himself (like flexing + kissing his biceps. or shirtless mirror pics. that kind of stuff). worst part is, it would work + Luca would be flustered/enamored for the next week

Alberto tries out pickup lines & hits on Luca a *lot* and they’re mostly horrifically cringy, but Luca loves his dork boyfriend and blushes at them anyway

Luca writes love notes to Alberto, leaving them around in places he know’s he’ll find, and Alberto does the same, but with doodles and pictures

Luca repeats “Piacere, Giralamo Trombetta” to himself in Genova, along with the hand motions, as a stim. you cannot convince me otherwise

Alberto & Lorenzo formed a nephew-uncle relationship, and then Alberto started dating Luca. So that worked out 

They cut and do each other’s hair instead of going to the barber because they’re both picky about their style and the hair-turning-into-fins thing just makes it a hassle

THEY ARE MASC 4 MASC. neither one is hypermasc, BUT THEY ARE STILL MASC NONETHELESS

This shouldn’t need to be said, but they help each other out with mental problems. Luca helps by loving Alberto through each and every one of his mistakes, by being patient & caring & giving constant praise & fighting back when he starts to get self deprecative. Luca helps Alberto build back his self esteem & will to self-preserve. Alberto helps Luca by supporting him when he gets paranoid about current events, or what might happen in the future, or what has happened in the past. Alberto helps calm him down and think rationally (surprising, for a guy like him), instead of fueling his anxieties

They are only “out” to a certain few, and a good number of those few don’t even live in Portorosso as adults. The rest just have to figure it out, and you think it would be easy, seeing two men living together with 3 pets, not a woman in sight, spotting the eccentricities beaming at you from miles away, but it’s not (until they get married, obv, but that’s much later on)

They both get SUUPER giddy over letters. Luca does a little hop-dance that’d make way more sense underwater, and Alberto kicks his legs so hard Massimo can hear it from 2 stories down

Fish-related ones

Luca (and his family) teaches Alberto seafolk culture (it doesn’t always work out, by he tries his best to get along & integrate)

Luca will 100% pull Alberto out of bed at 1 in the morning to swim far out to sea, past the island where Portorosso is just a line on the horizon, and look at the night sky without any light pollution affecting it. Sometimes Alberto complains, but most times he doesn’t because he sees how happy/awestruck Luca is and gets soft

Their favorite date spot is the Island, especially in that seaside cave that’s partially filled with water.

Last thing:

Both of their queer journeys fucking sucked. They were both difficult as shit. If you think being gay in 1900’s Italy was easy, you’re wrong. If you think realizing you’re in love with your best friend, who lives almost a hundred kilometers away, in a society without texting, or inexpensive out-of-town calls, with 75% of the population being Catholic, is easy? You’re wrong. (Not to mention the whole sea monster barricade & Alberto’s People-Pleaser issues!) Those boys would go through a lot just to come to terms with it, and then to confess, not only their sexuality but also their attraction? Bro. be real. It would be a goddamn miracle they got together in the first place, and then to stay that way for the rest of their lives? god

There are certainly more headcanons and ideas in my brain, but I still want *some* material for the queue, so this’ll be it. for now

[teenandbeyond]

Okay so this just came into my head and now it won’t leave and so im requesting a one shot or something bc you’re amazing: imagine you somehow overpower a Yautja and are able to tie them down and it’s dark!reader. Basically you tie them down, and begin to bread with them bc you want them, want to know what it feels like, want to make them yours-your mate. Slowly the Yautja begins to enjoy it saying things like “why, why does this feel so good what are you doing to me?” something along those line idk basically like becoming obsessed with aliens, realizing there is a species called the Yautja and just going after that big monster c— Im gonna stop myself there before it becomes too much im so sorry

Yautja x Dark. Reader

I'm not in the dark fic hole, I promise xD

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Unsatisfied (Predator)

Warning(s): Dark Fic, Non-con details, breeding, unprotected, rough, triggering, size difference

No human on earth seems to satisfy your body, but...who said that was your only option?

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“I’m breaking up with you.”

“Wha—[Name], why? I thought you were happy!” your boyfriend leaped from the couch, helplessly.

You sigh, “Look, it was fine at first…But...there’s no excitement in this relationship. Our gap in intellect is so wide, we can’t conversate properly. You don’t have a passion or even a hobby, at the very least. Any time we go on a date, it’s to the same place every time. And most of all you don’t satisfy me in bed. At all.”

“But…you’ve never told me.”

You tilt your head, “You’ve never cared to listen when I did. I hoped you’d get better, get the hint, listen to me, but well, you see how that went.”

He scoffed, “You were singing a different tune, then!”

“It’s called faking and imagining I’m with a hot celeb or something. But considering you only cared about getting off yourself, you never noticed.”

“Fine then, get out!”

You raise a brow, “Sweetheart, my name is the only one on the lease, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I pay the bills!”

“Barely. Now shoo, the stench of your bitchy attitude is killing my vibe, hun,” you fall into the couch, making sure you look extra comfy.

“Ugh!” he stormed toward the door after scrambling to get a few of his belongings.

“And be nice with the door or I’ll have you pay for damages, since you insist on paying for things,” you sip on a drink.

This wasn’t new to you, you dated a few people, it all ended the same way for you.

Unsatisfied.

In all parts of the relationship.

But especially the intimate part.

But perhaps there wasn’t a human on earth who could satisfy you.

So, after your last ex walked out the door…you gave up on ever finding that from anyone.

You blankly stare at the ceiling in thought, “…I’ll go to my special place.”

You got freshened up and dressed, before heading out to the park that led into the deep woods.

As you got deeper, you began to notice that there were distinct footprints.

Large footprints.

But no one came out this far unless they were crazy or wanted to get killed by someone crazy.

You finally made it to the clearing, your eyes widening as a creature took up your vision.

A Yautja--or Predator, if you remembered correctly from the classified files you read.

You used to have a high position, but once you got admittedly a little obsessed with the species, you were fired.

You squinted, it was injured, you realized.

You watched as it took heavy breaths, seemingly preparing to take care of the wound.

Your gaze trailed from the wound to the arms that looked as wide as a watermelon, chiseled torso, well-defined thighs…and the dreaded linen cloth that left what was under to the imagination.

This one was a lot bigger than the ones you saw in the files.

Maybe…maybe he could satisfy you…

No! What kind of thought is that?! He’s an alien for goodness sakes, you’re a human…that wouldn’t be normal, would it?

The Yautja groaned as he began to heal himself slowly.

Fuck being normal.

You wanted to try something new.

And you knew exactly what you needed to do.

You kneeled down, looking for the knife you hid under a bush a while ago…no it wasn’t your murder weapon. You’d only murdered one of your exes and that was forever ago, a one-time thing—you totally melted that knife.

But anyway, you ran out grabbing its attention, “Hey! Come and get me!”

You watched as it scanned your frame, stopping at the knife you held.

You smirked and ran as fast as you could.

Soon you heard clicking not too far away.

How cute, the prey thought it was your predator.

At the last second, you avoided a sneak attack and giggled as a rectangular prison suddenly enclosed the Yautja.

You titled your head as the trap shook, the alien trying to escape, roaring in anger at you from inside.

You casually counted down on your fingers, and then it was dead silent.

There was a ding from the box, confirming the creature’s unconsciousness.

You approached the container, figuring out how you were going to get it to your special spot.

“Oh, I forgot. It’s a weight absorbing containment device. I wouldn’t feel the weight.”

Yes, you had stolen a few things, how dare they fire you?

As soon as you entered the cave, you opened the container, the unconscious being tumbling out onto your folding bed.

You sighed in relief when it didn’t cave under the weight.

You turned him to his front with much effort.

You bind his arms behind him with a strong cuffing device after ridding him of the devices  he had there.

You grunt as you flip him back, taking a second to catch your breath.

“How fucking heavy are you?”

You place the heavy tech on the dusty couch, and turn to finish stripping him down.

You take of the armor--after deciding to leave the mask--groaning at the weight.

“Seriously, is your armor weighted?” you drop the last piece on the crowed couch.

Then your gaze falls on the loin cloth, you would wait, but…forget it.

You ease it off, swallowing once you take in what you’ve been desperate to see.

It’s like it was meant for you.

And it wasn’t even close to its full height yet.

He’s yours now.

And he’s so gorgeous, you think as you bind his ankles.

After, you trail down his body, slowly, wanting to appreciate every inch.

Then you finally got to your destination.

Taking it in best you can, your head bobs up and down.

You wonder how much he can feel it.

But after a few minutes you feel twitching and his hips buck in his unconsciousness.

“How cute…” you gasp out.

Then his body suddenly jolts, immediately his arms and legs jerk.

“Hey, you need to relax.”

All you get is a growl in response.

“You see, I want you all to myself…so…for now, you can forget about whatever mates you had before…because you’re mine now. Unless I’m not satisfied, then I’ll kill you before you kill me,” you assure.

You head lowers to him again, making his hips buck up involuntarily in response.

“I’ve already gotten you so riled up, it’d all be a waste if I stopped now after all this effort,” you rush out, before continuing.

He grunts, still trying to struggle, though you notice it’s not as intense as before.

It didn’t matter to you, he could fight all he wanted, but his body said something different.

He attempted to try and scoot up on the bed, but it didn’t deter you even a little.

His back and arms were against the wall behind him, the position not giving him much else to look at other than you.

The view wasn’t a bad one, he could admit, but it’d be dishonorable to fall to such temptation.

He groaned tossing his head back as you sank onto him.

He tried to free his arms to no avail.

He jolted inside you after the long whine that left your lips.

This human that he could crush in an instant.

He would totally crush you if he could right now, but unfortunately, you had devices that could restrain him.

He refused to be swayed.

It may have felt unbelievably good, better than he’d ever felt with any of his mates…

But he refused.

Then you started moving.

He found himself mesmerized by how you buried him in such a tiny body, the curve of your behind as it gently slapped against his hips, the sounds you made.

The more hypnotized he got, the more you took over his mind.

He couldn’t think of anything else.

Was he enjoying this?

No, he couldn’t be—he twitched after he slipped out and you turned to face him and sink back down.

His nails dug into his wrists, how in the world were you feeling so good?

He needed some control in this situation, he couldn’t be completely helpless to such a frail creature. He would rather kill himself in embarrassment.

You gasped when on his own accord he thrusted up once.

You shudder, “You—you can‘t do that! You’re mine, I have the control here—Ahm!”

He gave hard, single thrusts, which for him was simple with the body control he harbored.

Moaning and mewling with each thrust, your grip on his broad shoulders tighten.

You choked at one particular thrust that hit deeper than any others did, thighs immediately tightening around his.

He had quite literally hit the limit of how far it could go.

You found some comprehension of things after a minute and moved your hips, unable to stop.

Both your breaths quickened the closer you got.

Until you clenched the tightest around him you had all night and released.

The nice clench prompted his body to follow yours.

And when your bodies calmed, you refused to move, you wanted all of his seed there, not a single drop escaping.

You took off his mask, your hand cupping his cheek, before brushing against his mandibles.

“Mine. You’re all mine.”

[felassan]

In this post on the Insider Gaming article and this post on the Reddit screenshot etc leaks (spoiler warning for DA:D at links), I mentioned comments made by possible playtesters/similar folks on Reset Era from October 2022. since I referenced them and many people don't use that site, I thought I'd belatedly collect them here for reference. under a cut in case of DA:D spoilers -

first, the usual set of disclaimers that should be kept in mind with all leaks: might not be real, unable to verify at present, sometimes leakers think they’re right about things but are unintentionally incorrect or got some wires crossed, games change a fair bit between development phases and final release, take with grain of salt etc.

User: "Important to remember that this doesn’t mean the game is anywhere close to release. Still plenty to do and plenty that will be changed between now and release." Possible playtester or person who has otherwise seen or heard about the game (hereafter notating these users as "PP" for brevity): "At the very least I like the gameplay direction they are taking is better than the previous games, and they have a clear direction of where they want this game to go. Although I have always preferred actions rpgs, and am looking forward to the inspiration they took for combat." - PP2: "Folks should be excited but also expect a smaller scale game, plenty of people on the team have 'complained' that it doesn't feel AAA in scope." [...] "I would say just dont go in expecting something other WRPG are producing in terms of game size...if that makes sense lol" - User: "Totally fine, it sounds like it's gonna be a better version of Dragon Age 2, with fleshed out city + surroundings" PP1: "This is not a good description of DAD." - User: "For the love of the Maker, bring back the Darkspawn." PP1: "They did." - User: "I haven't been paying attention. Are they bringing back tactics, or are they leaning more towards the awesome button?" PP2: "They're leaning toward God of War/ Mass Effect over the shoulder combat." - User: "is it open world or splitted in several areas?" PP1: "Only saw certain linear zones, but whether it is all DAO/2 style zones or mixed open and linear zones like DAI is up in the air. I would prefer the latter with less grinding required to progress like everyone else of course." - User: "That's a bit disapointing, but as long as they have a coherent direction, it's still better than the last 2 game's attempt at spliting the baby in twain" PP1: "GOW 2018 style melee, so not mash button for success but timing, combos, mixing up skills, and playing on your build/skill strengths." - User: "ok but I need Knight Enchanter mage or gish equivalent" PP1: "I think with each class you choose at the beginning you can end up with three subclasses." - User: "Was what you played still party-based?" PP1: "Party commands were disabled, so how much control you have is also an unknown." -

User: "Does one [class] include a magical archer, something beyond the Tempest specialization in scope?" PP1: "Well my base class was a warrior type so there was no access to ranger or mage types, but the warrior does have a magic subclass." - User: "Oh wild lol. I thought this kind of stuff is usually under lots of NDA or something similar" PP1: "It is, helps that no one has leaked screenshots or footage." - User: "I figure you can’t say exactly when it happened, but given your mention of party commands being disabled, it guess it happened after the report of last year about the game shifting to a full SP experience, correct? It seems the action-based gameplay that was lightly teased by some devs before remained even when the game shifted to SP, given your impressions." PP1: "Yes, any part I have seen of the game was after that. This part is speculation, if they have open zones like DAI they can still pull off a live service similar to the last three AC games and it would have no effect on people strictly coming to the game for the story. I would even go as far as saying this might be positively received if they only have cosmetic BPs and mtx." - User: "I think dlcs of various forms, from story to outfits/weapon will still happen; even before, when the game was mentioned to be a live service one, they used DAO as something that already fit that definition. The game won’t go beyond that scope in terms of ‘live service’ though, given how much they’re starting DreadWolf is a full SP experience. Interestingly, from the blog update and the lead developer afterwards, ME seems to follow the same path." PP1: "Yeah I think dlc in terms of story expansions are a lock. If they ever want to tread the live service waters again, there is a great template for them to follow." - User: "the neon colored logo has me thinking this might go a very different direction than typical fantasy" PP1: "Not really." - PP1: "The second one [DAII] was quite literally hold a button to attack since the game was easy. The new one is not at all like that." - User: "Or if Dreadwolf even has a party-based system?" PP1: "Yes"

[source <- DA:D spoiler warning for link]

Notes: Posts from October 2022. Some of the stuff said is corroborated by the Reddit leak (e.g. no control of party members at timepoint when game was played, the part of the game that was made available to test being a linear zone). in some places PPs are speculating. and ofc screenshots/a bit of footage has now leaked on Reddit the other day.

[happi-meals]

Breakfast, lunch, dinner – March 27, 2024

Today wasnt the best eating day for me. Between a few leftover snacks, like chocolate covered almonds, I didnt eat a lot. 😭

Executive dysfunction can cause some brain fog sometimes, and I didnt get enough sleep again cuz my mattress and pillows .... well let's just say theyre tired and expired lol. But I managed to go back to sleep long enough to have enough energy to make a quick breakfast of vegan grilled cheese with Daiya slices, 2 clemintimes, and a few pickle slices. I added pickles to resemble a grilled cheese order at my job lol (we use spears but chips suffice).

After finally gaining a sense of focus and reorganizing my kitchen to the sound of nostalgic breakcore, dubstep, and hyperpop, I almost forgot to eat a late lunch lol. I was pretty consumed in my efforts, esp since its been days since I could muster up focus and energy to get any tasks done. And my goodness am I behind on so much lol!!! But today was good. I even knew that I'd be busy with chores, so I put a cup of white rice on ahead of time and let it stay warm in the rice cooker. I unplugged it eventually to save on the electricity bill (which, last month's was almost $40 cheaper!!!! YEASSS), so it was a lil cool when I tried it. But before I started the rice when I sat down to eat, I finished a chicken siopao bun first. Always good shit!!!

I poured a bit of sweet chili sauce on the rice bed but then had a craving for platains lol. The local Jamaican store I've been frequenting serves them and while there a bit pricey I like to patronize there cuz i try to support local, small business in a town getting eaten up by corpo franchises and receding small business sectors. I drove out to the restaurant, got my fried plantains to go, and headed to my lola's house to pay a visit and also eat what I got there. (As an aside, I have a feeling that I got it that way bc I arrived 30 mins before they closed but they put the plaintains in a small brown bag, which couldnt quite handle all the grease lol. Just thought that was a lil strange but nothing personal or bad! The cashier offered a seperate bag to me to carry it all in and declined bc I was gonna put the plantains in my rice bowl anyway). I ate the plantains with my rice when I got to lola's house and while the commute made the food a bit cold, the sweet chili sauce gave it a bit of spicy heat to make it a good side dish to the soup lola offered me!

She is filipina and loves to cook. When I got there we were watching a movie, but shortly she asked if I wanted any soup she made, which was hot and sour soup. She makes everything homemade and since a kid I enjoyed her food. It was so good I had two bowls. I'll have to ask her one day how to make such delicious soup her way, so when she returns to the Philipines (one of her goals), I can have more things I learned from her. From what I could taste soup had shitake mushrooms, bamboo stalks, egg flower, and baby corn. So savory yet sour. And vegetarian this time! I could go for another bowl as I type this 🤤.

I left half the rice and a few plantains as leftovers but I might eat them as a night snack before bed. I like the flavor combos and I need to up the volume on my serving sizes to get adequate energy and nutrition. This "taking care of urself" shit is hard!

Salamat po, Lola ♥️

[rengokuswife18]

Burning Flame

chapter 2

You were gonna make him beg for it and you mean it. Or so you thought you were.

“I want you on top of me tonight Kyo” you said giving up on hopes of making him pay for neglecting you for weeks on end with no intimacy or romantic nights. Instead you got on your back opened your legs and was ready to beg like a bitch in heat. “Princess I’m not going easy tonight” he said taking off your black dress that hugged your body so well just the way he liked. He laid your naked body on the bed with your back on the bed. Your nipples grew hard as the cold air in the room hit them you blushed lightly.

“Say it princess. Say what you want daddy to do to you” Kyojuro said while sucking on your left nipple. “I-I want you to fuck me Kyo I’m your dirty little slut”. He came up to kiss you as he kissed you, you moaned into the kiss as it deepened and your lust began to grow out of control. He pulls away from the kiss and kisses your nose “your such a naughty little thing, I think I’ll have to fuck the brattiness out of you do you like the way that sounds princess”

You bit your bottom lip thinking about it. Kyojuro picked you up and put you on all fours and spanked you on the ass a few times for you to arch your back for him. He removed his boxers and placed his tip at your wet entrance you’ve never needed lubrication because he always got you so worked up you lost your virginity to this man at the age of 17 and here you are at the age of 24 still haven’t had another man’s cock inside of you and didn’t plane on it. “Beg for it” was all he said as he didn’t push anything inside of you but kept his cock placed at your interest enough for you to feel his tip almost inside or your pussy.

“Kyojuro punish me I’ve been a very bad girl a very very bad girl” you found yourself begging he only makes you beg when he finds your bitching very annoying and he wants to break you out of that because one days he would like to make you his wife and put a baby inside of you but he won’t do it if your bitching continues he knows you want nothing more than the wedding of your dreams with him by your side.

“That’s my slut” he says right before he starts to pound into you not giving you even a second to get used to his size. Your a moaning mess you coming undone just like that you came for the first time tonight it hadn’t even been a full 10 minutes inside of you and you were already cumming on his cock. Kyojuro pulls out of you and puts you in a breeding position. With your legs against your breasts he pushes back inside of you deeper than ever pounding your wet and sore pussy. The screaming of his naming coming from your mouth and the slapping of skin was all to be heard from the bedroom.

“This is what you get when your a bad girl princess” he pulls you by your neck and makes you look him dead in his eyes as you cum for the second time “Kyojuro I-I’m cumming~” your walls tighten around his think cock milking him you squirt all over his cock and his lower chest you fill your stomach start to fill full as his thick cum starts to fill you. The next thing you new you were blacked out laying on your shared bed next to your boyfriend.

—————Time skip the next morning ————

You awaken to your boyfriend sitting in his chair watching his favorite show MHA you personally never really watched it with him you would only cuddle with him while he did. You remember what happened last night but your sheets are clean and you have on one of his shirts. “Will good morning princess are you feeling better my flame” taking a sip of his drink he walked over to you kissing your forehead “I-I’m sorry for being a brat Kyo” you say looking up at the man that stands before you “it’s okay princess though just for you I have taken the day off we are going to spend time with the others today and tonight I will be taking you somewhere special”.

Later you took a bath together which lead to some not so clean activities in the bathroom. The maid’s hadn’t had a good sleep last night due to you and your boyfriend very loud fun time last night now they have to clean the bathroom not to mention the biggest one in the house and it wasn’t just a small mess it was a big one. You went to get ready for your day out with your bsfs and they’re boyfriends which where always your boyfriends business partners and his bsfs. Come to think of it… you wonder how Tengen took to your friends behavior last night……

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End of chapter two

I hope everyone enjoyed I know it’s short I promise the next one will be two times as bigger next time I’ll be taking it to Tengen and Y/N’s bsf any name ideas for her name or how she would look? I hope you all have a nice day thank you all for reading my story and being patient with me 

[weirdcat1213]

trigun bookclub time :D volume 2 thoughts

chap 00.1

-vash's method of meditation is the only one that's valid in my eyes/j

-3 seconds of meditating vs 3 hours of training...huh...i wonder...why is that...and what...that says about him...

-hes bad at chess hes like me fr fr

-yey we love a day without casualties :D

chap 00.2

-the bit about us taking shelter on technology but still not knowing what the future holds...yeah that feels timeless now huh

-vash don't go there! oh no he has earbuds he cant hear me (that would literally happen to me tho)

-i love that panel where no one says anything after the girl is like "yeah i can give you pocket money." nice representation of the irritation people feel towards that kind of people. they arent mad just really tired of that bs

-oh man thats actually pretty horrible (page 23)

-"and i think of nothing but love and peace" besides that we know your head is empty but we love you so its ok

-yeah vash show her the real world

-interesting that he makes her see the chance of her dad dying (he didnt know what was gonna happen) which makes sense cuz she cant run from the truth anymore but its also interesting cuz if we was able to not see it he would. he hates seeing people dying and yet he watches and makes others watch. i dont think its about "if i have to, you have to as well" but more about her seeing the consequences of violence (what her father did) and the cycle of hate so she doesnt repeat it. idk.

chap 1

-rem coming out of his coat....hm....

-weird man coming

-YEAH SEND HIM TO HELL >:D

-if rem is holding him back you say...hmmm...i will go back to that later

-well thats creepy

chap 2

-my boi is in jail nooooooooooooo

-you can feel the size of the ship with one panel nightow is ridiculously talented when creating big spaces, like the sandsteamer shot in the last volume

-..... :c

-my babygirl :c

-i like he started the flashback angry as hell and then it turned into sadness cuz even if he makes knives pay nothing will bring rem back

-also the literal ship crashing into his memories what if I [redacted]

-SEE LOOK AT THAT SHIT! SPACE FEELS MASSIVE AND ITS LITERALLY JUST THE PLANET AND THE SHIP

-aaaand hes angry as hell again cuz the memory finished with knives. interesting

-dont look at me with those kind eyes, we saw you

-YEY ITS DIABLO TIME :D go get em

chap 3

-aw cmon :c

-and there goes the arm

-hey >:[ dont call my girl milly an idiot

-ugh you can feel how fucking stressed out he is ahhhhhhhhh

-ah yes, we love seeing how right knives is...

-huh, i wonder if knives is smiling cuz before he was like "nah she was stupid like the rest" but since she got to correct the ships's trajectory he got a bit of respect for her in the end

-is monev vs vash supposed to be like david and goliath? hm

-my god thats fucking beautiful

-also i dont think thats a ghost but maybe like her presence? like vash is remembering her and her kindness

-AH I HATE THAT I HATE THAT. THE CHAPTER IS CALLED FRAGILE, ENDS UP WITH VASH CRYING AND THE "rem" IS SO LITTLE THAT IS ONLY MEANT FOR US AND VASH TO BE AWARE OF IT WHAT IF I CRIED A RIVER AHHHHHH

chap 4

-oh meryl...oh honey...sweetie...

-the scars appear :D yey :D

-meryl is kinda asking him "arent you tired of being nice dont you want to go apeshit" but not really and i like that

-yknow what meryl is right pls go away and live a quiet life pls, ik whats coming but just thinking about it....

-yee ik the reason why but still >:v

-oh....oh i actually forgot about that...oh

-"rem didnt sacrifice her life for a world like that" im tearing up actually and idk why...its been a hard week

-lmao hes so mad at vash

-yeah hunt him down babygirl >:D

chap 5

-....metal >:D

-they deserved it btw

-huh thats actually kinda nice of him i forgot

-ofc he would blame vash for that, then again vash makes all of us at least a little bit soft i think

chap 6

-i love you vash that takes his sweet time to process traumatic situations, yes that was scary

-vash saying "im the deathwish" means a lot to me as an mcr fan lmao. i will think more about that later tho

-HES HEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

-YES YOU ARE A PRIEST OMG WHY AM I THIS EXCITED

-THEY MEET, OMG THEY ARE MEETING! AMAZING!

-STOP BLUSHING BRO LIKE AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

-WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING HIS CHIN LIKE THAT YO

-"go home or go to hell" oh im getting that on a tattoo one day actually, so metal

-...cmon, me me big boi

-THAT SMILE, THAT DAMN SMILE im gonna jump off my local cliff

-vash in the beginning saying he can read people and then wolfwood comes and READS HIM LIKE ITS NOTHING

chap 7

-"is that a friend of yours" he looks so offended lmao

-ahhhh that must be so scary, he already has knives to worry about but the fact not everyone can see legato makes his job harder ahhhhh

-bye baby ily (hes my son that i only share with a couple of other ww enjoyers)

-CAN YOU STOP BEING GAY FOR 2 MINUTES

-OH THAT PANEL IS SO GOOD (also even more princess coded, like looking at really from a castle idk)

-GUYS GUYS MY WIFE IS HERE

-i keep forgetting hes missing his little arm :c

-lmao wolfwood is right, i wouldnt go to a church all the way there :b

-yeah and shes hot while teleporting all over the place

-ok but shes really fucking cool, despite wanting to kill my comfort character, yknow how these things go

-OHOHOHOO THAT PANEL WITH VASH FOCUSING IS AMAZING

-YESSSSS, SO METALLLLL

chap 8

-aaaand...there goes my wife

-ahhhhhh he looks so little :c

-OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HES COMING, HES NEAR

-idk ww :c idk when will it end

-OH WOW OH SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THAT

-yeah right i dont like this part :b (its not bad just personal stuff)

-ok he do be looking pretty tho, i wonder if its a family thing

-YEAH MERYL SMACK THAT MF

-im a ball of rugged paper and my feelings are nothing...thanks nightow ily

-oh wait...he actually thought that was the end...thats so fucking smart nightow...wow i never considered that....

-aw babygirl :c but i cant even imagine how that must feel, how much hate he feels towards knives rn

-i think besides the "he called me by my name" meryl and milly let him go cuz they just felt he was going to matter what, like you can feel vash and his unstoppable energy on those pages

-oh hes so fucking pretty

-WAIT I NEVER NOTICED THAT BUT YEAH THAT WAS ON STAMPEDE EP 3 HOLY FUCK, THEY SAID THE SAME THING

-knives just fucking reads vash like an open book its incredible and it makes me so sad cuz vash cant escape, he cant hide nothing, not in front of knives

-he cant be knives without the good old gaslighting >:D

-the yelling throughout the page is amazing

-vash is crying noooooooooooooooo :c

-NO. STAY AWAY FROM ME, EVIL PANEL THAT HAUNTS MY DREAMS

-also :c

-im not too sure of what happened with his legs but ok sure

-im afraid my babygirl cant give you an answer ww, i dont think he knows

-.....why is the world so mean to him :c

[violet-kink-rambles]

Pt 1 | Working Late Too Often

Femme Feeder x Gender Neutral Feedee Themes: Workplace Setting, Weight Gain, Bribery, Intox, Stuffing, Public Stuffing, Soft Feedism, and the occasional Hard Feedism

Word Count: 4714

This is a slow burn story! I have no idea how many parts will be in this, but it will speed up over time. This part is just getting everything set up and some solo stuffing in the second half. No promises on when the next part is out, this was done over a few days but I've been in the mood to write lately so yeah :) Last thing before we start, nothing in this story is relevant to my real life except the starting dimensions and that I work in coding and graphic design. Use whatever names you want, you're the one reading it!

So I had just graduated college recently, it took 4 years of my life and more money than I wish to mention. But one of the things they forget to mention about computer science is just how long you’ll be sitting down every day. From 6 hours of classes to another 4 hours minimum at home to get your projects done you’re spending the majority of those 4 years sitting in front of a screen. Some might shy away from comp sci because of that alone… but that was one of the appeals for me. You see, I’m a bit of a fatty. I’ve never been super in shape, I’ve been on the thiccer side for as long as I can remember. But college reallllyyy made me blow up a bit, I went from a modest 6’3” and 225 to around 310 in only a few years! Sure I noticed it creeping up on me but to be honest… I kinda like it! I've just been eating what I want and waiting to see what happens.

My friends and family on the other hand have been on my ass about the gym and have kept offering me diet advice for the last couple of years now. Lately, it seems like the pressure has dropped off and they are finally accepting that this is just what I am now. Thank fuck for that, they just don’t get how hard it is to work out when you have to sit down for the majority of the day. After struggling to find a job for the first few months after graduation I finally got an interview at a mid-size startup! The pay isn’t great but the office offers decent benefits and they also offer meals at the office. Sure that can be kinda toxic since it encourages you to stay late but hey I’ll take what I can get. On the morning of the interview I was getting dressed to head out when I realized that I don’t have a proper fitting outfit, my shirt is taut against my torso and it was a bit uncomfy around the arms. And the pants… the fucking pants. I felt almost like a sausage casing, I was able to cover everything but there was no way I was gonna be able to hide how fat I am. Begrudgingly I picked up my bag and left the house, swearing to stop at a store to get a new wardrobe after the interview.

On the drive over I couldn’t help but feel hungry. If you know anything about America(especially Texas) then you know that you can't drive more than a block or 2 in town without seeing some restaurant or fast food place. As well as the pinnacle of fast food, the greatest to ever do it. Speckled all across the state like a fuck ton of salt on a table you can get food from the tastiest, most consistent, and most bang for your buck place of all. Whataburger, the bane of every fatass in Texas. It's hard not to stop there when the burgers are as big as your head, swapping fries for onion rings at no extra cost, and the drink sizes being pushed down one size. A medium is 32oz, and the large at a whopping 44oz, while a 2 liter of soda is 67oz. For $10-13 a fatty can be full with some great southern comfort food. I really wanted to stop but if I did then my outfit would be even worse! Deciding against it and just going hungry, I pull into the office parking lot about 10 minutes later and try and hype myself up.

“Ok V, you got this shit, light fucking work! You’ve done more leetcode over the last year than you thought you would in a fucking lifetime! You’ve got your degree, and you’ve done everything you can. If they don’t wanna hire you then it’s their loss!” I got out of the car and sauntered over to the building brimming with confidence despite my tight outfit. When I got inside and up to the 4th floor where the office was I saw this cute receptionist, your stereotypical brunette woman with a little bit of extra meat on her bones. She was on a call so I just waited for her to finish. A glance around the room gave me some high hopes about the environment I might be working in. On the wall a big mural of what appears to be a shaman meditating atop a hill, the grass closest to him overgrown compared to the rest and speckled with flowers. It just calmed me down a lot because it made me feel like personal growth is important here. But then all of a sudden the woman behind the counter greeted me.

R - Receptionist R- “Hey! What can I do for you today?” Me- “ Hey! I’m just here for the 2pm interview for the programming position you guys had listed” R- “Ah gotcha! You’re a little early but she should be ready for you, just head down the hall and knock on the 6th door to your right” Me- “Thanks! Hopefully, we will be working together soon :)” Walking down the hallway I’m really liking the aesthetic of this place, some off-white walls with an almost rosy black trim. You can just tell there’s been a lot of money put into this place from all the furnishings. Off to the left, I see a large open room through the glass wall, a lot of spacious cubicles, and what I can only describe as “groovy” corporate artwork on the walls. It’s an open-concept office, with not a lot of closed off areas except the personal offices to my right. After getting to the 6th door I take a deep breath and knock, before hearing a sweet sounding voice call out “Come in!” Opening the door I see a beautiful office, a bunch of personal items, books, and a MacBook with stickers on the back on her desk. But the real knockout is the woman in front of me. A powerful looking woman with ginger hair to right above her shoulders, her body tight and built, dressed in a rose/peach pantsuit looking like it had just been steamed and ironed that morning. She’s extremely well put together, while I on the other hand am stuffed into an outfit that probably stopped fitting well a few months ago. I only took a glance at her before she greeted me, and I reminded myself I'm in interview mode. Gotta nail this and land the job.

Int- Interviewer Int- “Hey you’re the 2 o’clock right? Have a seat :)” Me- “Yep that’s me! Hope you’re doing well today :) I have a booklet I brought with me that has all my certifications if you’d like to look through it” Int- “Sounds good! My name is Kirsty, it’s nice to meet you :) What’s your name?” Me- “Ah sorry that was rude of me, my name is Violet :)” Kirsty- “Haha don’t worry about it, this field is full of introverts so I’m used to it” I set it on her desk and sit down, hearing the chair groan ever so slightly my face flushes red. Fuck I hope she didn’t hear that. She glanced through the booklet and asked me a bunch of the typical interview questions, then the technical part of the interview came along and instead of taking the full 45 minutes I was provided I finished the coding problem in about 20.

Me- “Ok, I believe I have it right. I’ve accounted for all exceptions and the code is running smoothly. No hiccups.” Kirsty- “Well that was fast! Let me see”

She takes the laptop and looks at the code for a few minutes while asking some more questions. I keep noticing though that it doesn't really look like she’s looking at the screen. It seems like she's looking just to the side of it, her desk is pretty big so maybe I'm wrong? Not really sure

Kirsty- “This is some concise and.. tight code, some good notation and comments, you meet what we’re looking for and from talking with you I think we can work well together” Me- “Wait really? So I have the job??” Kirsty- “If you want it, it's yours :) We just have some paperwork to do and you can start the monday after next ” Me- “I- I’d love to accept this job, I’m just surprised since I've heard so many horror stories in college about people having to do like 30 interviews to land a job even when they met all the requirements” Kirsty- “Well you aced the technical portion, you have all the certificates required and then some, and you’ve been a pleasure to talk to. You’re not too shabby Violet :)” Me- “Th- Thankyou :) I don’t know what else to say”

After that I read through and signed the paperwork then left Kirsty’s office, she told the receptionist to give me a tour of the office so I can see where everything is. While taking the tour I learned the receptionist’s name is Heather and she led me through the office introduced me to a few people I'll be working with, and showed me where everything is.

Heather- “You know.. I’m a bit surprised, we’ve been trying to fill that position for months. To be honest I had seen your resume this morning and write you off immediately, straight out of college and you landed this. I don’t know what you did there but you obviously did something right.” Me- “Wait really? All I did was get the technical part done quick and show her my certificates” Heather- “Everyone does that, she gives you 45 minutes but it should take only 30 at most” Me- “Oh.. I guess she just must’ve liked my energy then, either way, I got the job so the specific reason doesn’t matter to me.” Heather- “Yeah well… oh well you’re right. You got the job so who am I to question Kirsty. Are there any more questions you have about the office?” Me- “Just one, I heard there was a no limit kitchen here. Like you guys provide meals and stove tops, is there actually no limit to using those amenities?” Heather- “As long as you hit your deadlines you can even watch Netflix at your desk, we only care about results here… We’ll if that’s all you got for me then I’m gonna head back to my desk” Me- “Can't think of anything else, thanks for the tour :) See you in 2 weeks!”

And with that I left the office, I don’t think it had hit me at that point that I got hired. It felt so surreal! But when I got back to my car… I saw my reflection in the driver's side window. my fucking belly was hanging out the bottom of my shirt ever so slightly, bunching around my midsection in a way that made my belly button outline really noticeable. Me- “Are you FUCKING kidding me??? God dammit V. This better have just happened. I swear to god if I just did an interview and an office tour in front of everyone like this I’m going to toaster water myself.”

After getting in my car and driving off I hear my stomach growl. I know I shouldn’t eat after what just happened but at this point I’m starving. I pulled out my phone and opened the Wingstop app, like 6 months into college we were hosting parties and sporting events at our apartment. Wingstop is perfect for that, everyone pitches in and you can get so many wings it's unreal. I racked up so many reward points that it's become a staple in my diet. After looking at the menu I order my usual, just a 10pc with fries, and a drink. “You know, this is a time to celebrate.. I'm gonna have to buy new clothes anyways.. fuck it” And that's when I see it, the deal of a lifetime. $17 for 20 wings, 2 large fries, and 4 sauces. That could last me for a while, I considered swapping it with what's in my cart but.. What if I didn't? Would it really be that bad? I've got 2 weeks anyways.. And besides, it's not like I'm gonna eat it all tonight.

After adding it to my cart and getting the delivery started I headed home. 45 minute wait, I cleared out my fridge last night, I just haven't gotten to the store lately so the rations are low. Still stoked about the job but my hunger is giving me tunnel vision at this point, and that's when I see it. That beautiful orange and white building, it's weird almost tent-like shape off in the distance, Whataburger. As I get closer to it I'm fighting in my head, “Yo Wingstop is gonna take forever, fuck it why not?” while the other side of me is trying to be reasonable since I just ordered like 30 wings and 2 large fries. Needless to say, I ended up pulling in, I've just been eating more recently and It's not as if this will affect me too much at this point. I pull into the drive-through and get a patty melt meal, it's one of their smaller sandwiches but that doesn't mean anything when compared to another fast food chain. It's 2 big patties probably a ¼ pound each with cheese served on Texas toast. I also got my drink and onion rings as well with my order. After going through the drive-through and paying I couldn't help myself and had to eat some onion rings on the way home. Sipping on a massive dr pepper as I do so. Once I got home I hurried up the stairs, still having about 25 minutes until the Wingstop should get here.

As soon as I get inside my apartment I turn on the TV and open Netflix on my phone. After finding a show to watch I screencast it over and get to work on the food. The patty melted steaming hot and so greasy on the first bite that I just knew it'll sit heavy in my belly. I had finished the onion rings in the car and was a little disappointed, but decided to just get the large onion rings next time. The Whataburger is on the way home from the office so I can only imagine I'll become a regular there. It's not an exaggeration to say that one meal from there can feed you for a whole day. For a normal sized person that happens more than you'd think. Within 10 minutes I was already starting to sip my drink dry, I just couldn't stop eating… but I'm still hungry. I just sorta went on autopilot and munched away. Realizing I still had about 15 minutes until the wing stop arrived I got out my rolling tray and rolled up a joint. It's sort of becoming a habit lately but what can I say, it makes the world a bit less gray and also makes food taste soooo much better. I grab my dr pepper and head outside a couple of minutes later after it's rolled.

Walking out onto my dingy little balcony that's actually just a window you fold up and can take only one step onto I look over the city around me. Will I still be here in a year? Will I move into a better place? Will I get some stupidly big promotion and move into a high rise? Or something in between… While I'm out there I look back on what's happened today. I got a job! Like a real adulting job! I'm nervous, anxious, and excited, but ready. It seems like a great environment with great people, I just gotta do what I can to prove I belong there. After going through almost all of the joints I get a notification that the Wingstop is here. I run on over to the door quickly to make sure my neighbors don't take it. Let's just say my apartment complex isn't exactly a place for blue collar workers. Hell, my dealer lives 1 building over and he's got a decent amount of competition here. I take the Wingstop inside and set it on the counter. I knew that I'd have some of it later when the munchies kicked in but for now I was gonna finish that joint. Out on the balcony again I just realize that everything is gonna work out, everything is fine and I finally have the chance to prove myself!

After finishing the joint and closing the window I head on over to the bathroom to clean up a bit and get these clothes off of me. I hadn't thought about it but my clothes were a LOT tighter now than this morning, my figure in the mirror catching my eye and forcing me to pay attention to it. I didn't want to admit it but this was another sign that I needed to just accept it. For whatever reason… I like being fat.. i really like it.. I've tried to understand it for a while now and I've tried going to the gym, anything I could do to be normal. Most people aren't like this. But whatever the reason, I just need to accept it. I start fondling my belly, pinching it, grabbing the bottom roll, and then lifting it and dropping it. It just moves so.. gracefully. So unlike anything else I've seen. I took off my outfit and the speed at which my shirt buttons separated was almost scary. But I'd be lying if I said it didn't make the situation fluster me even more. My belly falls an inch or 2 lower and jiggles back and forth, the recoil drawing me in for a short couple of seconds. Undoing the pants wasn't any better. The moment I undid the button my fupa sprung forward, immediately filling the space where my zipper once was. After stripping down to my underwear I got unbelievably horny, the sight of my body sent me into heat and made me hungry as well. The thought of being even fatter floods my mind and makes me salivate. Instinctively I begin to caress and jiggle my belly, the soft dough-like mass giving way to my hands at the slightest push.

I snap out of it after another 20 seconds and remember the Wingstop, it hadn't been long at all since I chowed down on the Whataburger but at this point, I didn't care. My lust and yearning for hedonism were in full force tonight and I wasn't about to deny myself this feeling.

I hurry over to my desk in the living room and open one of the drawers in my sectional. I've been saving some weed gummies for a rainy day, to be honest, I didn't expect to use them for something like this. I just know that if I eat one or 2 of them then my appetite will be insatiable. I'll just be able to keep going and going. As I pop one of them into my mouth I can't help but be happy that I got an extra Wingstop, this is a day to celebrate and I might as well go hard with it. If I'm gonna do it then I'm gonna do it right. I start digging into the bag and pull out all the boxes of food. Laying it out on the table I see that I have a bit of a challenge ahead of me. 30 wings, 2 large fries, and a bunch of different sauces. I then open up my fridge and refill my dr pepper from Whataburger.

I already know that I'm gonna have a food coma by the end of this. No matter how long it takes, I am going to eat everything in sight. I have already resolved myself to that and there was no way my horny brain was gonna go back on that. After getting a plate and stacking it tall with about half of the food I turn my show back on. Carrying everything over to the couch the weight of all the food is intoxicating. Just knowing that I'm about to put multiple pounds of food into my belly and bloat myself up with what's basically just pure sugar is making me so filled with lust that the moment I sit down I dig in immediately. The speed at which I'm eating would make you think I hadn't eaten in days. As I'm eating I can feel all of the food slipping down my greedy maw, coated in so much sauce that it slides down with ease. If someone saw me like this they would probably be aghast, horrified at the spectacle of pure greed and gluttony before them. But I just kept going, I haven't paid attention to my show for at least a few minutes. I just kept going with reckless abandon, I didn't care about the consequences, I didn't care about how full I was starting to feel, all I cared about was getting the next bite of food down. My stomach becomes redder and redder, eventually, I feel the pain kick in, only a few chicken wings left and about half a large fry… And I still felt determined to eat more, I had already eaten enough for many people but I just couldn't stop thinking about finishing my plate.

After rubbing my belly for a few minutes I get back to work on the plate, I’m eating slow and just sipping on my soda at this point. The pain and pleasure mixed together to send me into a euphoric daze. As I get to the last bite I’m feeling more pain than pleasure, it feels like my skin is stretching and tearing. When I swallowed the last remaining wing slathered in honey mustard I moaned loud and hard. The pressure inside my overfed gut is immense, but I know that I have something left, the soda. About a third of my drink is left and I’m sluggish, while slowly sipping the remaining liquid it feels like my belly is getting more solid. My hand grazes over it and makes me wince in pain when I press down just a little too hard. The images of Roman royalty grazing on food being brought to them by servants cross my mind, the thought of their lives and how great it would be to have someone feeding me overwhelms me. I drain the remaining soda and set the empty cup down, it falls over onto its side as I had just let my arm fall away from me. My whole body feels heavy and tight. It feels like one wrong move could tear me open. But it felt like pure bliss, like nothing in the world really mattered except for this right here.

Over the next couple of hours, I top myself up with wing stop and soda until I notice what time it is. It’s almost midnight and there are only a few wings left, so I open the sauce containers and get to work. The prospect of all the excess calories running through me is winning and I'm not stopping now. I’ve been stuck in this gluttony driven daze ever since I got back to my apartment, whatever came over me has complete control at this point.

“oook.. ughh alright, I gotta hic lay down” Through all my little groaning and moaning I pick up the to-go box and lay down with it. Propping it atop my belly and preparing myself to finish it off. Through slow and labored bites it all ends up going right past my greedy little lips and down my throat. Even my soda was almost empty now, the sugar high mixed with the meat sweats surely about to send me into a food coma. As I got to the last wing I could barely taste it, the pain in my belly was so prominent that I could barely hear the show on my TV. But as the final wing passed down my throat I had an awakening in me. Pure hedonistic bliss erupted from my body, the dopamine centers in my brain working overtime. I was already subtly rubbing my belly trying to relieve some pressure but now I couldn't help but shake it. Each motion up and down gave me instant gratification, it was as if my serotonin was on a faucet and I could just get more whenever I wanted. Every breath made my body feel tighter and tighter as I kept fondling this surprisingly hard softness.

“Oooh.. god damn. if I knew.. overeating could do this to me… ughh,, I'd have done it a long time ago” I'm not sure how much time had passed at that point, but I didn't care. Focusing on anything else just seemed like a waste of time and I wasn't sure how long this pleasure was gonna last. I kept fondling my body for a while and eventually remembered I had just a little bit of dr pepper left. It already felt like my belly was going to rip open at any moment, but about 10 cautious sips later it was all gone… I couldn't believe how much food I ate. Sure I had gone to the bathroom a couple of times since the interview and freed up some space, but still.. A patty melt, onion rings, 30 wings, a fuck ton of fries, and more soda than I wish to remember. It was dark out by this point so this had to have taken almost 6 hours. Taking a glance around the room I spot my rolling tray on the table. There was no way I could roll a joint right now because of how sluggish I am but thankfully I have my pipe. I tried to scoot back a bit to prop myself up more but every movement was making the pressure in my stomach higher and causing me to almost pass out! Deciding against trying to move out of my fresh couch divot I swing my hand over to the table and get ahold of my pipe, extremely proud of my stoner etiquette. If you don't know, if you don't have to hide your weed it's good to leave a fresh bowl of weed after you smoke. Saves you time and you'll still know if someone smoked your shit since it's a fresh bowl.

That's beside the point though, after bringing the pipe to my lips I realize how hard it's gonna be to get a proper hit. My breathing was already very labored and short by now, but I had already gotten this far and it wasn't as if I had any plans that night. Even if I did… they'd be canceled, for one there's no way I could go, and two this feels wayyy too good. The first hit made me cough hard, I could just barely hit the bowl. Take as deep of an exhale as I could muster, I then hit the bowl again. Over the next couple of seconds, I could feel all the food packed into my belly pushing back against my lungs. With a quick exhale and setting the pipe back down I was sure I would cough but I didn't. All I felt was my brain swelling with thc, instinctively I began to massage my belly and began just thinking to myself. groaning “It'd be great to do this more often.. I don't see why not?? The job pays well enough to afford the food! And besides… if it makes me feel this good then it's more of an investment than anything else right? It's not like it'll be a daily thing so I'm not gonna THAT fat right? I'm pretty big already but if I just do some cardio on the days I don't eat like this maybe I can stay this size?”

Not too long after some more caressing of my swollen belly I drifted off to sleep.

[alitgblog]

"live" blogging s7, vol 1 (some analysis, some jokes lol)

first off, I totally forgot there were other casa amor girls so opening the app to see them on the banner I was like oooo

the S7 MC isn't too bad art wise, like it's definitely better than I thought with the preview, but

I do think the skinnier size MC is super skinny and the bigger one is not that much bigger, which is a little disappointing (always appreciate more size inclusion). ideally I think there would be one more size up i think but I do understand that means they'd have to fix all the clothes 3 times.

speaking of clothes they've always been bad at the beginning of the season since like s4 and this is no exception. I wish we got more options in the beginning and then the others they tack on later

the skin tones really are only three shades with each having one warmer variation, which is kind of nice to have people get that option in tone, but I do still wish there were more shades variation in between (and darker ones in general)

for absolutely no reason I have decided that my MC is also gonna be the S5 MC from my first playthrough getting a second chance after a second failed relationship with Suresh (let's just pretend she didn't win her season lol) and she's cute in this style (but again i wish we had the right skin tone for her). I guess if fusebox is backing out of bringing back Eddie then I'm bringing my MC

Her name is Junie and she's doing a lot better now mentally and has gained a little bit of healthy weight and finally loves herself now so fusebox better not make an embarrassment out of her again.

this actually works out pretty well bc usually the casa amor girls on the show arrive at the same time unless something is special about one of them who can show up separately like MC does here (ok fine I've only seen that happen in LI USA S5 and I guess s6 of the game)

Ep 1

Bonnie being an LI feels solely like penance for me thinking Iona was hot but sad she wasn't even a friend really let alone an LI in s3 so thank you but for narrative purposes I'm making Junie straight

Uma is gorgeous

also fusebox is not beating the reused assets allegations even those poses are just too eerily familiar

"I wanna try the slow burn" *has war flashbacks to the Ozzy route I never finished*

short king raf

ok Alex picking MC when Summer was flirting so hard is actually very funny to me

I understand bc it's a gem choice i didn't pick that we didn't get the last card but very funny that they were like we're just not gonna give Summer a chance at all actually

Let's goooo confirmed Joyo is Indonesian (I'm filipino so i was hoping filipino so I could draw him singing karaoke but I am here for any southeast Asian representation at all 🥳)

however I am upset with the use of "rizz" again. maybe once or twice but if they do it again I'm rioting

Alex nerding out is so cute. also who wouldn't want a bob the builder boyfriend for home improvement projects lol

am i too old to understand what normcore is?? like I barely understand e-girl aesthetic but there's more??

Bryson and his sister Jess have the most realistic sibling relationship from the last two seasons bc I also would mess with my brother's partners. and I once again am mourning the idea of a protective brother slow burn storyline in s6 instead of whatever Amelia was doing

"I won't bore you with the details" no pls do it I wanna know and I don't wanna pay the gems

all the guys have great personalities so far and idk if it's because I'm paying attention more this time or it's just better but oh no I'm falling for all of them

the drama set up with the guys and their partners is promising writing (namely the triangle with Geri, Bryson, and Joyo but maybe just because im torn between those two anyway) I'm shocked but cautious it's episode 1 lol

ep 2

early doors?

the gem party outfit is so 2013 disney channel, I actually will be taking the free outfit

wait why is it not night time for truth or dare why did they change clothes lol

joyo, get out of here with the graphic tee and blazer combo. Maybe this is why Bryson doesn't like you, and it'd be justified (tbf him being a bad dresser has been established already though)

oh God I didn't see his pants too jfc let him borrow some clothes

I'm into the frenemy relationship with Summer, like there's always a female villain in the game and they're almost always entertaining to me at the beginning (minus maybe Kat and Ivy)

I'm warming up to the all the guys like how can you pick

I'm starting to realize I personally have a problem because I always go, at least initially, for the chefs/foodies (Jake, Bobby, Camilo, Roberto) and I like Bryson rn and I think my MC would go for Bryson based on how I played her in s5 but I'm slowly inching over to Joyo and honestly i see the vision for Bobby clone I mean Raf and it is absolutely bc they've mentioned cooking

stop talking about feet pls not again

I expect this from Summer but Uma coming over to try to steal my man?? I appreciate her boldness though and at least she's not going behind anyone's back

ep 3

as someone who doesn't have the modded app and will not pay real money for gems, I feel very happy with choosing to eavesdrop on the guys' conversation. I feel like usually a lot of the gem scenes aren't worth it but this one is fun

Joyo does skincare but can't dress and Bryson is a fashion expert but makes fun of skincare. If they joined forces they'd be unstoppable, thank God they hate each other

hey what the fuck happened to cassius

so in summary im pleasantly surprised and hyped for this season at the moment. and lastly, pls don't drop the ball on stick or twist again please please pleaseeee

[weezerblue]

mine, all mine

chapter one: soon-to-be girlfriend

series description: he needs you, so he'll have you

WARNINGS FOR ENTIRE SERIES (read warnings prior to reading part 2): marking, daddy kink, petnames (sweet girl, baby, darling, angel, good girl, sweetheart, honey), petplay kind of, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, stalking, murder (not to reader dw), self indulgent, stockholm syndrome, slow burn (is it considered slow burn if you stalk them, become friends with them then kidnap them??? question of the day)

steve didn't know a lot of things in life, but one thing he knew for certain was that you were meant for him. he was gonna have you whether you like it or not. he didn't care. it was honestly just something he accepted and was ready for you to accept. if someone ever asked him what he pictures himself doing in 5-10 years, he'll either say you, married to you, or raising your kids.

he would never admit this, for fear of sounding like the stalker he is or even worse, a total edgelord. but it was always in the back of his mind whenever he saw you with someone else, his mind is overcome with jealousy.

"steve?" the teacher had assigned you to be his partner for the end of the year. you only really knew his name from how popular he was and how some of your friends were friends with him. you honestly tried to steer clear of him majority of the time.

"y/n?" he had his head down before, not paying attention to whatever this class was about.

"i never told you my name?" you question. he laughs, 'how naive of her' he thinks to himself as he looks away from you, obviously he knows your first, middle, and last name because he has a laminated copy of your schedule from your first year at hawkins high.

your last name was unnecessary to him though, 'might as well just say harrington' that was his thought process. he'd thought about your marriage before, estimated your ring size, pictured you in a white dress, looked at venues, and imagines your "first night" as a married couple regularly. he doesn't listen to most of what you say about the project, just the part about you coming to his house after school is enough for him.

he didn't drive you home, on account of you insisting you would get there by yourself and him also not wanting to scare you away.

when you made it to his house, he was patiently waiting on the couch, watching whatever was on.

you sit down beside him, waiting for him to speak first. shockingly enough, he didn't at all. in fact, he seemed to be admiring you from where he sat??

sighing and regretting your decision already, you hand him the rubric for the assignment.

"what's this?" asks steve, stupidly.

you don't answer, waiting for him to at least try to read it.

"c'mon, you really wanna do this boring project today? why can't it wait till tomorrow?"

"it's friday, steve"

"oh well that's okay, you can come over if you want" you still didn't know him that well yet and didn't want to spend more time there than you had to.

"um- i guess?" you awkwardly say, trying to not look at him.

"it's cause we don't know each other right? well that's okay, cause i know you pretty well" you raise your eyebrows and your eyes widen, picking up on all his creepy behaviors up until this point.

"not in that way, just like, i've heard you talk to your friends and our lunch tables are close to each other so....." he doesn't wanna raise any suspicion yet, just wants you to be his cute little unaware almost-girlfriend that he could shelter and manipulate into not thinking any of his behaviors are weird.

"oh, okay well tell me about yourself" you don't know what, but something makes you slightly attracted to him, despite thinking he's a stalker, and despite him being one.

you two spend the next 3 hours together, just laughing and talking like you'd been friends forever. you started to feel safe with him.

you were unknowingly digging yourself into a hole, every giggle, every little inside joke you made with him, it all just solidified in his mind, this was how it'd be. this was all he'd ever wanted. and he knew you had to want it too.

"oh stevie, it's late i have to go home now" stevie, the nickname you'd given him about an hour in. it just made him more obsessed with you.

"i don't think you should go, it's dark and cold out there" he insinuated to you possibly staying over his house.

"well i could call-"

"you could just stay in the guest room upstairs"

you gasped. he really trusted you that much to let you stay in his house? you didn't consider it creepy at all, and steve was really grateful for that.

you let him lead you all the way past the guest room, to his room.

"where we goin' stevie?"

"my room, duh" he laughs

"but i thought you said guest room"

"no i definitely said my room, baby"

him calling you that was kind of just natural now, he basically considered you his girlfriend who doesn't know you're dating him

you sit down on the carpet in front of his bed, expecting him to throw you a blanket, maybe some pillows.

"come on" he motions for you to lay beside him. it was too late and you were much too tired to deny him.

"i'm doing this because i'm cold, okay?" he nodded and went to shift the blanket more towards your side.

you snuggle up into him, letting his arms wrap around your waist as you face him. this surprised him, but he'd never really been this close to you. he began to regret asking you to sleep in his room because now that he thought about it, having an extremely pretty girl that barely knew him in his bed was pretty awkward.

you fall asleep almost immediately. steve tries to reposition you so that his boner isn't pressing against your thighs. you groan, moving back to your original spot.

you don't seem to notice in your sleep, making no effort to get more comfortable.

while you were asleep, he whispered to you, things about how someday you'll be his and his only, silently hoping you either wouldn't be grossed out or wouldn't hear.

he kisses your forehead, patting your head and holding you impossibly close to him.

after a while he falls asleep too, thinking about how easy it would be to have you to himself at this point.

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅♡︎♥︎

[chrisevansdaughter]

Hey girlie! Just wanted to pop in and ask how u were☺️🫶

Hey sweetheart!

I’m so glad you popped in, how are you?

For the most part I’m doing okay, the tonsillitis and now apparent cold (thankyou lads, who thought tonsillitis is contagious *cough cough it’s not*) the antibiotics are starting to do their thing with the side effects on my body. We’re starting a new module on our engineering course tomorrow because I don’t know if everything knows how engineering syllabus works but it’s confusing as hell so lemme explain..

Example..

Week 1 - basic safety and the basics of engines

Week 2 - electric theory on engines - mid week exam about the stuff we learnt last week whilst being overloaded with new info about electrics

Then we circle back to safety and all the policies in about 3 months time which makes no sense at alll…

Anyways I’m getting back on not the gym now I’m loving it I’ve ordered all of my favourite protein and products that help me with the gym recovery and progress wise and i ordered myself some ugg Tasman dupes because - well 2 reasons

1. They’re sold out in my size everywhere in the uk

2. Yes I have the money to spend on them and fortunate enough to drop it all in one go and i stil pinch myself that I’m in such a position HOWEVER I cannot bring myself to do that.

Because I don’t know if it’s just me but having “adult money” really feels surreal and it’s mad how I’m basically on the same pay scale as my mum MAD I KNOW but you know anyways yeah I’m good for the most part. But my insomnia has started to kick in again which never has happened at work so this is a first but I’m gonna say it’s a mix of the antibiotics and just my body in general 🫶🏻

I love you loads - this was a long winded waffle 🤍

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

2 with Steve Rogers pls?

I hope you weren't expecting angst today Nonnie. Thanks Babes!

2- This was a mistake.

"This was a mistake." You heard Steve growl out aggravated while you ducked behind him, reloading your weapon. "Where did we get this intel again?"

Your back leaned against his as you craned your head around to look over his shoulder to try and get a visual of the cops. Typically using Steve as your shield wouldn't have been high on your list of moves but he shoved you behind him right when the gunfire went off, ricochetting off the cement blocks. "Oh you know... the dark web. There was supposed to be an exchange going down. Natasha and I had no idea that the authorities were actually doing their job." You winced as the sharp burst of cement rained down on you two.

"Alright, well..." Steve took the gun you handed him, scanning the area as best as he was able to while they were told to come out with hands up. "we gotta go now."

"I'm sure Nat and Sam split already." Your two comrades had gone radio silent, figuring they must have gone into hiding until the danger of being caught had passed.

Steve looked for the best way to cause enough chaos without actually hurting anyone. You were looking for another escape when you looked up. It was gonna be tight for Steve, but right now it was the best option. "We are going up." You told him and he tilted his head up to look at what was a industrial-sized ventilation system, a good ten feet above the two of you.

"It's gotta do." He squatted a bit, you grabbed his straps, ready to push off his broad back and up through some weak-looking screen into the ducts. Steve took careful aim, a sliver of him showing as you brace yourself. "Now Y/N." He stated as he took his shot, making the officers duck in surprise while you pulled yourself up, planting your foot against the broadest part of his back and pushing off to grab at the vent, knocking the screen out you kept climbing, scrambling up into the dark musty enclosed space. Hardly enough room for you to turn, you heard a few more shots go off from Steve.

You were about to poke your head out when you saw hands grab at the siding and with a grunt of effort, blonde hair shot through the opening and Steve was pulling himself in behind you. "Go! they will be coming in any second." You twisted to pull yourself through, effectively crawling through while Steve had to belly crawl behind you.

Within minutes you two had maneuvered out, managing to exit the building with no one catching sight of you two.

Hey, you guys okay? Sam's voice crackled back in. You responded while soft-footed Steve led you two down the side of the building and into a nearby alleyway.

"Sure, close call. You hear from Natasha?"

She is here with me. Luckily they didn't pay attention to us, they thought we were just civilians and ushered us off the street.

"We weren't so lucky." You shrugged the knapsack you carried on you and handed it to Steve who ripped it open, grabbing out some regular clothes. "We're making our way out the back right now. See you in ten." You grabbed at the sweats that easily slipped over your suit and tugged on a jacket while Steve did the same. The last part of the costume was baseball caps and sunglasses, hiding more of your features.

While you and Steve weaved into the growing crowd, you hooked your arm through his so you two wouldn't get separated. "You know Steve... You had the most perfect opportunity to check out my ass earlier and you didn't say anything." You smirked at him and you could just imagine the flash in his blue eyes, his jaw twitching as you two broke from the crowd and headed away from the scene.

"Who says I wasn't checking you out Y/N?"

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[munsonthemisfit]

Well, a lot of people would just decide to yeet the whole uterus, getting a hysterectomy. But that would mean being on T for the rest of their lives or going into early menopause.

I personally am only wanting T for the permanent changes, and once those are fully permanent I'm gonna stop taking it. Changes such as facial hair and slight bone structure changes, for example. Plus I had to be on T for a full year before I could get top surgery anyway. Im currently paying nearly 200 every three months for T and would rather not have to pay that for longer than needed as well.

But I knew I never wanted to have my own kids far before I knew I was trans masc, so I'm getting part of my uterus removed rather than the whole thing.

It is different for everyone, but I uh. I don't want bottom surgery, don't really want a dick. Plus uh. From what I do know it wouldn't work like a cis man's really anyway and also I don't wanna have to learn how to aim just to piss XD

Knife 🔪 Anon

I have a couple questions and idk if you even have the answer, but feel free to message me privately if you don’t wanna answer them publicly as I already know who you are away from anon stuff :)

1) How come you don’t have to stay on T once you’re on it? I thought eventually the oestrogen would like.. idk, like fight back and almost take over again because you’re not constantly fighting it with T? I failed science so idk.

2) Why do you have to be on T for a year before the top surgery? Is that like a safety issue or are they like checking you ‘really want it’ or something before doing an somewhat irreversible thing? I didn’t realise T was so fucking expensive, Jesus Christ—

I guess it makes sense if you don’t want kids and don’t want to do bottom surgery that you just remove the part that stops the kids from happening, that’s smart tbh. I don’t blame you for not wanting a dick, they can be hella gross/weird sometimes. From what I googled last time I was wanting to learn more about this, it seems like it’s a little more complicated for non-cis men after bottom surgery yeah, like issues with getting hard and size and all that jazz. I’m perplexed that a surgeon even discovered how to do bottom surgery, like imagine being smart enough to successfully execute that for the first time, that’s mind blowing.

Whatever makes you comfortable in your own body :) idk what it is, but I’ve recently met a lot of trans men who say they don’t even want the bottom surgery. In my head I thought it was a package deal but I keep meeting more men who are just happy to have T, top surgery and nothing else. It’s truly fascinating to learn this from people, I love/respect that people are comfortable enough to explain things to me.

I wanna clarify; I’m in no way bad mouthing anyone or their body or like… any surgery people do/don’t get, it’s their body and I’m truly just fascinated with learning these things. I’m happy if people are happy and I know it’s no one’s business :) I’m just a ditsy boy that’s slowly learning how the world works 🕺🏻✨

[mcrmadness]

I'm starting to think there is no difference between the sizes in these jeans I recently bought. Let's say that I've bought a size X of these jeans before, they were perfect until they no longer were. Because they're quite cheap stretch fabric/denim, they will turn from perfect to slightly too big in just a couple of days or weeks.

Because of that, I thought the fabric was just too old already as that happens with jeans by time. But that could not be true because I bought them like. A few months ago at max? So I then tried on one size smaller jeans and I couldn't even pull the up past my knees, so I was like "ok no can do" and bought a pair of the size X again. Except that in just 2 weeks, the same shit happened to them. Now they look like baggy pants, you can TELL the size is too big for me!

So what I did the last time was to just buy the one size smaller jeans because I have been losing weight recently, so much so that I might even run out of my belt soon and I have been using that same belt for over 10 years??? Anyhow, back to those jeans. After I had bought them, I tried them on at home and suddenly I had no problems with pulling them up, and they fit perfectly. Almost too perfectly which makes me scared of the same thing happening to them soon, too. And I now have TWO PAIRS of that smaller size because I learnt from my previous mistake: if you find a good pair of jeans, ALWAYS buy at least two pairs of them in case the first one breaks down or whatever and then you wouldn't be able to find the exact same model from anywhere anymore. I mean that has happened to me now twice, so that's why I have two pairs of size X and two pairs of size Y.

BUT if these will stretch he same way size X does, then it means I should buy a pair of the same jeans but yet again smaller size. And I honestly don't know if the sizes X and Y even have that much of a difference. There is a small difference on he waist area but if these will strect similarly, I'm pretty sure I'll soon end up with 4 pairs of jeans that are basically the same size even if the tags on them would say 2 different sizes.

Anyway, didn't really think that losing weight would be this fast and even annoying. Before I had to constantly buy new clothes cos the old ones got too small, but now I'm going the other direction and honestly I'm a bit worried for that belt because it's so good belt. Old and looks like it too, but boy has it been serving so well. It does fit a few more extra holes, tho, so I can add those if I need but after those there will be the studs on the way because it's a studded belt. And the reason for why it's still perfectly intact is that it's made from real leather. I bought it from a local shoemaker years ago after going through maybe 3-4 different studded belts made from fake leather and all of them fell apart one way or another - except for the real leather one. And I'm not sure where to find a similar studded belt made from real leather when the shops here sell these cheap fast fashion ones - if even those because these studded "leather" bracelets were a thing around the early 2010s but not so much anymore, so it's hard to find even new bracelets as my current ones, also, are falling apart.

Of course I could ask the shoemaker if he takes belt or accessory orders and makes those himself, as I don't think those are that difficult as a job. I mean, I had to work with leather in horse school and all you need is a sewing machine and tools and string made for working with leather. And I'm anyway ready to pay a bit extra for something hand-made when it's still local cos it will definitely pay itself back and also supports a local smaller private entrepreneur.

Anyhow, I'm now gonna attach my chains and the belt to my smaller jeans. I just modified them a bit, meaning: I cut holes on the knees as usual. Let's see if they will look and stay nicer looking for a bit longer. Otherwise I have to see if I can fit into that twice smaller size than X. And now as the Berlin trip is approaching too, and it means loads and loads of walking around, I might actually be even "smaller" once the trip is over. Which is not a bad thing, I've been a bit overweight ever since I started antidepressants and I never got rid of those extra kilos even when I quit the meds, and ever since that I have been "trying" to get rid of those but have failed. Looks like the key was to stop drinking milk, after all.

So now I just have to wait until my body is done with this weight loss season. It can go on only so much because of my bone structure. So I believe it should stop eventually and then I'd be normal weight again. Cos I'm still eating relatively normally. Maybe not as much or often as one should, but I literally just left out the milk as a drink in November and suddenly in 6 months I have lost... something. I don't know if kilos, I don't know if centimeters, but still something. Clothes sizes? Belt holes? Something that I tried to get rid of for 10 years but my body wasn't having it, I was even working with horses and sometimes loosing a bit of weight only to gain it back. I bet it was that milk. Just too much protein and fats, as protein, also, turns into fat if it can't be used (aka you don't move enough). I bet it's what happened, and now I'm drinking water instead of milk and my body had finally understood that water is a drink and not something we need to direct out of our body 3 times the amount we drank 5 minutes earlier.

Occasionally I still might drink milk but with my habits it's always all or nothing, I simply can't drink just a glass a day. It's always half 0,5-1L a day, so the wisest thing was to just quit altogether since I cannot regulate my milk drinking habits at all. And it's funny how I still have that milk addiction in my brain and if I don't drink water before eating, and I get thirsty during the meal, my thought is not "I'm thirsty". My thought is "I NEED MILK. NOW." and the crave for milk is insane. I can't even describe how overwhelming it gets! But if I drink water before eating, I have no milk craving. That's fascinating.

Idk how I got here with this post but my point was: I'm loosing weight and keeping up with my weight loss is nice but also slightly annoying cos clothes turn too big so fast, but at least it's still slow enough that my skin can keep up with the weight loss. And because of all this I've become suspicious over these two sizes of my jeans and if they even actually are different sizes at all. It's anyway just one brand, and in another brand the same size might be way too small for me.

Also writing the milk/water part made me thirsty. I need water. Now.

[liopleurodean]

The Road So Far: Season 6

Holy smokes. What a ride.

If you're new, this is my recap/reflection on season 6 of Supernatural. You can find all of my previous commentary under the "ashla chick flick moments" tag (or block it, if you so wish. I don't mind.)

Well. Where do I even start? The beginning, I guess.

Dean got out. That's... so monumental. Obviously, it didn't last, but I truly believe that if the Winchesters were less famous then he could have made it. I understand why people don't like Lisa, but I can still see them being good together, and I think that he really did love her, and he absolutely loved Ben like his own. Speaking of Ben, the kid's acting was... not great, but it's a child actor, so I'll give it a pass. As it is, I'm a firm believer that Ben is Dean's son, biological or not.

I guess we have to talk about Sam, huh? Man, there were so many times when I wanted to just. Slap him. Or punch him in the face with a brick. Either would work. Even when he got his soul back, he got right back into his pushy self. I get that he wanted to "atone," but he really just did not get it.

Speaking of slapping people, Cas. Oh my stars, this angel is so stupid. Like, yeah, the boys could've been more appreciative for what he did for them, but could really not see when he went too far? 6x20 The Man Who Would Be King almost made me feel bad for him, but he wouldn't back down even when it was clear that something was wrong.

This has been really depressing, so let's get into the fun stuff! Holy cow, this season had so many bangers. Count 'em up: 6x02 Two And A Half Men, 6x05 Live Free Or Twi-Hard, 6x09 Clap Your Hands If You Believe, 6x15 The French Mistake, 6x17 My Heart Will Go On, 6x18 Frontierland, and 6x21 Let It Bleed all make my list. My favorite is probably gonna be Frontierland, which is honestly one of the lesser episodes on this list, but I have reasons: 1) the Good Omens parallel was absolutely hilarious even if it was unintentional, and b) I've always thought that Samuel Colt was cool since way back in season 2. This only made him more awesome. And anyway, watching Dean in the Wild West was hilarious, if a little embarrassing. Sorry dude, but you should've known Hollywood would make things look weird.

One thing that I will say about this season is that it's all over the place. I think, after wrapping up the story all nice with a bow in season 5, they didn't really know what to do, so they just kind of improvised. It was a risky gamble, but it paid off with one or more of the fandom's favorite episodes, and one of the most memorable characters. There were multiple story arcs moving at once (Eve, Soulless!Sam, Ben and Lisa, Cas vs. Raphael) and all of them managed to fit seamlessly together. Despite all of the development that had to fit in a regularly sized season, I didn't really feel like it was rushed, especially not compared to the end of season 5. They managed to blend everything together while still keeping it manageable to understand.

Mostly, I just felt bad for Dean. In the span of weeks, he lost his semi-girlfriend, his son, and his best friend, while still juggling the emotions from his brother's close calls as well as everything else going on. Obviously, he's not the only one struggling (Bobby Singer deserves a vacation) but man, Dean needs a hug and a nap, and then another hug when he wakes up.

Baby. My beloved. The most important object in the universe. Not a prop, but one of (if not the) greatest characters on the show.

I'm so sorry. Baby deserved better. I mean first of all, you're telling me Dean just left her to sit in a garage for a year while he messed around in a station wagon? Who are you and what have you done with Dean Winchester.

And then the Mustang. That made me sick. I couldn't even look at it, it was just horrifying. And then Balthazar played it off like it didn't matter!!! That's the most important object in the universe jerk!!! Pay her some respect!!!

And she got wrecked at the end! That car has been through so much, and she does not need to be crashed into every position possible. She deserves better. Every time something bad happens to that car I die a little inside.

Well, enough about Baby (there will never be enough about Baby). The next season is supposedly about Leviathans, which could get very interesting. I could be wrong, but I also think maybe we meet Charlie next season? Well anyway, this one is usually considered as sort of the "forgotten season" (like Adam), so we'll see how it goes. I'll get started within the next couple of days. Carry on!