#these dogs remain p chill

[theborzoiarebackintown]

I took Light to agility last night to watch and learn to chill out in a crate! She was a little worried at first but settled in well. Afterward she let some new people go over her and look at her teeth! Including a big dude with a beard and hat. A very good and brave baby!

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING UNEXPECTED !!! GEORGE R. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: their friendship wasn't the only thing that took an unexpected turn. but it wasn't anything that they wanted to complain about.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, best friends to lovers-ish, dom!george, brief degradation, overstimulation, fingering, p in v, brief impact play, mentions oral sex (m receiving), dacryphilia (???) aftercare, mentioned past relationship, filthy filthy george 🙃

song rec: outside by bryson tiller (i have a driver specific prompt written hehe)

note: so like... george got the dog in him, canonically. also, 20 smut pieces??? 😳 enjoy xx

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george russell had always known that her ex was a fucking prick. but to hear that her ex kept calling her, asking for forgiveness was another level of stupidity that george hadn’t expected. 

he had been her best friend long before he became a professional driver and he knew her all too well. he listened to her vent left and right— he knew her inside and out.

so george didn’t understand why she was still here, sulking in their booth as if the dance floor wasn’t calling for her. he had managed to get her out of her room and dressed up for tonight— she looked so amazing. so why was she here sulking over some man who wasn’t even worth half of her? 

“you ought to let loose, doll,” george leaned and whispered in her ear. her head immediately turned to look at him as he shrugged nonchalantly, “‘m just saying. that man is a prick.”

“i know he is, russell,” she huffed, kicking him lightly under the table. “there’s no need to tell me how much time i’ve wasted on him.” 

“well it’s not the matter of the time you’ve wasted on him before,” george told her with a smirk, extending his hand towards her direction as she grabbed it. 

he took her to the dance floor, standing behind her as they both danced amongst the sweaty bodies that wished for nothing but to let go of their worries and stress. 

the british man continued as he nibbled on her ear, “it’s the matter of time that you’re wasting on him now.” 

“george—“ she almost sighed at the feeling of his mouth, making him shush her. 

“don’t think about him now, love,” he murmured quietly, resting his hands on her hips as they both swayed their bodies to the club music. “it’s all about you and you're moving on from him.” 

“do you treat all of your friends like this, george?” she whispered back, leaning her head back to whisper in his ear. she was intoxicated by his touch and his words. it was hilarious how long before her previous relationship, she was willing to give it up for her best friend— and such feelings resurfaced now. 

she loathed george’s presence. his hilarious self, his blue eyes, his being. she hated him because he could make her feel things that friends shouldn’t feel.

his face feigned innocence as he asked, “like what?”

“like you want to fuck and love them more than their exes ever did,” she raised a brow and spoke bluntly. her bewildered feeling hadn’t stopped her from looking up at him with the same curiosity that she held as she asked him. 

he was just as shocked as she was, yet he remained where he stood. his eyes darkened at the way her words let those filthy thoughts out, unable to keep his thoughts contained as he answered truthfully, “only when i know their worth.” 

“you’ve spoken about how unsatisfied you felt with him,” he continued, his low tone sending chills down her spine as she looked ahead of her. “especially when he doesn’t listen to what you wanted to try in bed— those filthy thoughts of yours that he never listened to.” 

“i think about it a lot,” he hummed, his lips still fanning her ear as he spoke, “i think about those days when you overshared your thoughts and your fantasies in bed to me. and how you’d feel about him once that i fuck you the way you want to be fucked— if you’d ever think about him at all.” 

she almost whimpered at the words he let out, earning a chuckle from him as george laughed quietly. “you’re worth more than some daft bastard who wouldn’t even give in to your needs for once, darling.” 

“george…”

“hm?” he hummed again, both their bodies burning in desire, lust, and prolonged yearning as he held her closer. 

“fuck me,” she pleaded quietly, “make my body yours, george. please.”

“who am i to deny you that?” he chuckled again, nipping at her neck this time as he murmured, “don’t worry, sweetheart, i’ll make sure you’re so fucked out that you wouldn’t think of anyone but yourself and me.” 

she hadn’t expected this from george. 

she had always known that he had his mean streak, but to be on the receiving end of that behaviour was what she hadn’t expected from him. though she wasn’t sure if it was mean of him to keep her body overstimulated from the amount of times he’d given her orgasms just by finger fucking her. 

her ex hadn’t even given her any long before they’d broken up.

her legs shook violently as the room was filled with squelching noises, sobs escaping her throat while she kept her head down against the soft mattress. 

the white sheets under her contrasted with how he fucked her with his fingers. who would’ve thought that the sweetest bastard to have existed would even be this domineering in bed? 

she couldn’t even think right now; she was eager to have his cock inside her after she’d gotten a taste of it earlier. 

her pussy throbbed against his fingers as he curled them up inside her, george’s other hand holding her cheeks apart to watch her cum drip down her legs. 

“geo- ngh~ god,” she whimpered against the mattress, her head moving to the side to try and get a look at his lustful smile. he seemed to be enjoying himself, fucking her from behind like he hadn’t just given her multiple orgasms in two hours. “pleaseeee— want your cock so bad.”

“oh? you want my cock, darling?” george asked, his fingers still thrusting inside her slowly as she whined. “thought you just wanted to get off?” 

“go- no,” she cried out, her legs wriggling against his touch before she moaned at the impact of his palm against her dripping cunt.

“stop moving,” george muttered, “you’re makin’ it hard f’me.”

“george, please,” she babbled incoherently, “want your cock so bad— please, please fuck me.”

she almost cried at the feeling of emptiness when george pulled his fingers out, walking around to pull her up. 

george propped her head up against his hand, silently observing the mess that he had made of her.

she always looked so pretty without makeup, he thought to himself. yet there was a sinful part of him that loved the smudge of her mascara and lipstick after fucking her mouth and making her cry for pleasure.

she always looked pretty, but seeing her so desperate and eager to submit to him made him realize how neglected she was before. george could only pity her ex for missing out on her. 

“y’look so pretty, did you know that?” george murmured, wiping the stains off her face as he continued, “so eager to lose control of your body— did he ever make you feel like this?” 

she felt nothing but haze and happiness that she hadn’t realized he was asking a question. her head snapped when he gave her face a light slap and demanded, “answer me, princess.”

“wh- i—“ she stammered, leaving george to chuckle.

“you sound so pathetic, sweetheart,” he cooed mockingly. “you’ve always wanted to give up your control of your body and he wouldn’t give it— and now you’re so lost that you can’t even hear me. d’ya want my cock that bad?”

she nodded, the grip on her chin restraining her from showing her eagerness as she begged, “yes, yes— please. put it in my mouth— my cunt, please george.” 

she didn’t expect this from george— the way he manhandled her body like she weighed nothing as he pulled her to the edge of the bed and bent her over. she hadn’t expected him to bottom out inside her cunt in one swift move, earning a deep groan from him as he swore silently. 

buzz… buzz… buzz…

george thrusted inside of her, hearing her scream and cry for more while he slid his cock past through the sensitive spot until his tip reached her cervix. 

“oh- fuck,” george swore. “such a good fucking pussy. it’s like you’re made for me.” 

“yes, yeah- i— george, please fuck me harder,” she sobbed, her eyes shutting tight as adrenaline rushed through her body. her face flushed at the heat of their bodies as she felt his cock inside her. 

“this cunt is made for me, yeah?” george taunted her, “this is mine only?” 

“yes, i— god~ fuck— yes, it’s yours,” she moaned, “yours only.”

buzz… buzz… buzz…

george reached for her phone, too pissed off at the vibration. 

“good,” he heaved, his hips snapping against hers as she cried aloud. “because i don’t like to share what’s mine— ‘m gonna make sure you belong to me only, got that, princess?”

“yes! fuck! george,” she babbled, “hah~ ‘s yours only, i promise! wanna make you mine a- wanna be yours! god! fuck me.”

“i’m yours, sweetheart— oh fuckin’ ‘ell,” george moaned, “so tight around me. you gonna cum?” 

“yes, ‘m gonna— please cum with me, georgie,” she whined, her body slowly convulsing against him as he continued to thrust— his pace now speeding up as they both reached their highs. “gonna cum, gonna cum! ngh~ ah- hah cum with me please!” 

“let go f’me darling,” he murmured, letting out a choked sigh as his cock twitched inside of her. she let out a sigh as her body shook, whimpering quietly as she reached her orgasm. 

hearing her cry about the emptiness inside of her made george smile, pulling out slowly before gently laying her limped body down on the mattress.

she had only nodded when he pressed a kiss on her forehead and said that he’d be back with a damp towel, her eyes trained on her phone which laid on the mattress. 

funny, she thought with a puzzled look, it was on the bedside table earlier. 

she took it and saw the first text that she received.

max verstappen: already fucking your best friend after we’d broken up? 

max verstappen: i expected better from you. 

she scoffed haughtily, eyes finding george’s as he gave her a worried look. she texted her ex boyfriend back quickly.

💗: he knows more about what i want better than you did.

she then tossed her phone aside as george walked back to the bed and started helping her clean up. 

“‘m not lying you know,” she mumbled, offering george a grateful smile once he finished cleaning her up. she then said, “when i said i wanna be yours.”

“oh i know you’re not lying,” he chuckled silently, pulling the comforter over her naked body as he snuggled with her. “i also meant it when i said that i’m yours.”

it was safe to say that neither of them had expected to like each other like this, either. but it wasn’t anything that they wouldn’t welcome with open arms. 

after all, nobody knew each other as much as they did. not even her shitty world champion ex boyfriend.

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[sirenedeslily]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 ‎𐦍 𝐦atthew 𝐬turniolo

❛too tired to move, too tired to leave.❜

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 a tormenting and bitter autumn fades into an even colder winter, unrelenting flurries shrouding two lovers in a painful veil of memories and grief. a girl, forever haunted by what was lost and what can only unfold beneath the snow, remains trapped in a ceaseless cycle of naive love and unyielding despair’s. she finds solace in the one soul who saw her, truly saw her and gazed lovingly upon her bare, scarred flesh.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, heavy themes of grief, loss, and death. extreme violence, graphic description of physical abuse. intense emotional turmoil, including scenes of blood, domestic abuse, and parental neglect. dives into suicidal ideation and mental health struggles. little use of religious imagery, just the worst most tragic angst (i hope)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭, 5k !

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, well !!! haha !!! lol !!! y’all wanted more of the “poison in the water” universe and i didn’t think the last one hurt enough so :p this is fully inspired by “hard times” by ethel cain aswell as jackieshauna from yellowjackets and also lilies + knuckle velvet by hayden again !!! i love our doomed in every universe lovebirds (,:

snowflakes drift from the sky, like tiny, crystallized secrets falling from a heaven that refuses to speak. they flutter around you, landing softly on your skin, kissing your cheeks like cold lips. you stare up at the grey sky, the winter clouds heavy with a weight they can’t hold, threatening to spill over. the air is biting, but the cold doesn’t bother you much anymore. your breath forms misty plumes that fade into the ether as soon as they appear—transient, like everything else in this world.

you turn your head slightly, and there he is—matt, smiling at you from just an arm’s length away. his face is serene, untouched by the frost gathering on his eyelashes. his eyes, usually half-lidded with that perpetual look of exhaustion, are now clear and focused on you. his lips part slightly, and he exhales a soft laugh, visible in the chilled air, and it almost makes you forget how cold you feel.

you both lie side by side, limbs sprawled like the delicate branches of the bare trees surrounding the both of you, creating a canopy over your makeshift resting place. for a moment, it feels like you’re both floating, suspended between the earth and the sky. you smile back, your lips trembling not from cold, but from something deeper—a desperate desire to hold onto this moment, this vision of matt that’s pure and unbroken.

“isn’t it beautiful?” he says, his voice soft as the snow.

“yes,” you whispers, though you’re not sure if you’re responding to him or the way the world seems to slow around you. your fingers twitch, aching to reach out and touch him, to feel the warmth you know won’t be there.

but then, something shifts. a shadow creeps over your consciousness, like dark water lapping at the edges of your mind. you blink, and suddenly, the snow is not so comforting. it’s biting into your skin, sharp and relentless. your hands are covered in something darker than frost—blood. your breath hitches, your chest seizes. matt’s eyes are closed now, his breathing shallow, and you remember—

it had all started with the letter.

the church was always cold, even in the summer, but that day it felt like ice. you stood at the back pew, your fingers trembling as you slipped the letter between the pages of an old, dog-eared bible. this was your spot, where you and matt would sit during the long sermons, half-listening and half-lost in your own world. you thought he'd come here, find it, and know everything you hadn’t been able to say out loud. you didn’t want to see the pity in his eyes when he read her words, but you needed him to understand.

you never noticed it, but you weren’t alone.

your father, the preacher, had come to the church earlier than usual that morning. maybe it was fate or bad luck, but he saw you. he saw the way your hand lingered on the bible, the way your eyes darted around as if you were afraid of being caught. later, when he found the letter and read the confessions hidden within, he didn’t need to guess whom it was for. rage twisted his features as he clenched the paper, the words like a poison seeping into his mind.

he didn’t confront you just yet. no, he waited. binding his time.

“stay with me,” you murmur, and you’re back in the snow again, your voice small, a thin thread against the wind. you reach out to matt, your fingers grazing his, and for a moment, he feels warm. his smile is still there, but there’s a tiredness to it, a heaviness that mirrors the snow pressing down on you.

“you know i’m not going anywhere,” he says, his voice steady and calm. his hand comes up to brush a stray snowflake from your brow, and his touch is so gentle, so tender, that you almost believe it’s real. “i can’t.”

but then you see it—a flicker in his eyes, a shadow that wasn’t there before. your heart clenches, and suddenly you’re falling again, tumbling back into the dark.

the dock had always been your sanctuary, a place where the rest of the world felt miles away. you both came here to escape, as you always did, wrapped up in each other, sharing whispers and stolen kisses. the lake stretched out like a silent witness to your secrets, its surface a broken mirror reflecting the twilight sky. you nestled into matt’s side, your head resting against his shoulder, feeling his steady breath against your hair. for a moment, it felt like the world was quiet—just the two of you and the water. but your heart was restless. you looked up at him, eyes searching his face as if you might find your future there.

“matt,” you began, your voice barely a whisper. “i’ve been thinking... thinking about leaving.”

his hand, which had been drawing lazy circles on your arm, stilled. “leaving?” he echoed, his voice neutral but his body suddenly tense.

“running away. far from this place,” you continued, your words gaining strength. “we could go somewhere new. somewhere no one knows us. you could write your stories, take it seriously, and icould run a little bookstore. just the two of us.”

you were smiling now, your eyes bright with the fantasy of it. you painted pictures with your words, of the city life and cozy apartments, of mornings spent writing and nights wrapped up in each other. you looked at him, waiting for him to smile back, to share in your vision.

but he didn’t. his face remained still, his eyes distant.

“no,” he muttered, almost too quietly to hear.

your smile faltered, but you pressed on. “we could make it work. i know we could. we just have to take that first step—”

“no,” he said again, louder this time.

you blink, your fantasy shattering like glass around you. “why not? why can’t we—”

“because i can’t just up and leave, yn!” he snapped, pulling away from you. his voice was sharp, tinged with an anger you hadn’t heard before. “i have a life here, a family. i can’t abandon them just because you want to run away from yours.”

your breath hitched, and you felt a burn behind your eyes. “they’d understand, matt. they’d want you to be happy—”

“happy?” he cut in, his voice rising. “you think this is about happiness? you think i can just throw everything away for some half-baked fantasy?”

“it’s not a fantasy!” you cried, your voice breaking. “it’s a chance—a chance for both of us to have something more!”

you were both standing now, facing each other on the dock. the wind whipped around you, and the lake seemed to swell with the tension between the both of you. tears spilled down your cheeks, but you didn’t care. you were desperate, pleading.

“please, matt,” you whispered, your voice raw and broken. “come with me. we can start over. together.”

he shook his head, his expression hardening. “no,” he said, his voice low but firm.

“why not?” you begged, stepping closer, your hands reaching for his. “why can’t you just—”

“because not everyone wants to run away from their problems, yn!” he shouted, his words like a slap. “not everyone wants to leave everything behind because their life is so fucking tragic and pathetic!”

you recoiled as if he’d struck you, your eyes widening in horror. he didn’t stop; the words kept pouring out, ugly and twisted with anger.

“you think i don’t know about your father?” he continued, his voice cold and sharp. “you think i haven’t seen the bruises? the way you flinch whenever someone raises their voice? i know, yn. i’ve always known.”

your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe. you stared at him, your chest heaving, feeling like you might shatter into a thousand pieces. he knew. he had known all along.

“just because your life is miserable doesn’t mean you get to drag everyone else down with you,” he spat. “i’m not going to ruin my life because yours is a mess.”

there was a moment—a long, terrible moment—where neither of you spoke. the air between the both of you was thick with pain and anger, the silence louder than any scream. you looked at him, tears streaming down your face, your heart breaking in your chest.

you didn’t say another word. you just turned and walked away, leaving him standing on the dock, the cold wind biting at his skin.

“matty,” you whisper, back in the snow again. you don’t want to remember. you don’t want to see.

“stay with me. please.”

“i’m here,” he replies softly. his voice is steady, but there’s a fragile break beneath the surface, like thin ice over deep, dark water. and you want to stay here, forever, with the boy you love. even if you can’t truly feel him. even if you know you never will.

the snow falls thicker now, a suffocating veil that dims the world. it’s getting harder to see, harder to breathe. you can’t quite tell if his eyes are open or closed, but you know he’s there. you want to reach out, to touch him, to feel something other than the agonizing emptiness, the cold truth settling into your bones. this isn’t yours. it isn’t real. the edges of your vision blur, and the snow closes in like a shroud, heavy and relentless, burying you under its weight.

you want to stay here, in the not knowing, in the almost, but— you blink, and the world shifts again.

you’re back. back to the house that was never a home, back to the cold, accusing stares of your father—the man who looked at you like you were a blight on his very soul. your mind was a haze of pain and betrayal, and you moved like a ghost through the hallways, numb to everything but the weight in your chest. you didn’t notice your father watching you from the shadows, didn’t hear the way his breath quickened with rage as you passed by. you stumbled to your room, shutting the door behind you, and crumpled to the floor, your body wracked with sobs so violent they shook you to your core.

you didn’t know. couldn’t have known. not until he stormed into your room, his face twisted with something beyond rage. he’d been the devil that night. his eyes burned with a fanatic fire, a hatred that seemed born from somewhere far deeper than anger. “dirty, broken angel,” he hissed, his voice trembling with a fury that shook the walls. “do you think you can fool me with those innocent eyes? do you think I don’t see what you are?”

the words were venom, each syllable a lash. you tried to shrink away, tried to disappear into the walls themselves, but he was on you. his hands gripped your shoulders, shaking you so violently your teeth clacked together.

suddenly, the room dissolved, the walls melting away into a harsh, biting white. you were pulled back to that relentless winter, a chill that seeped into your bones, a cold you could never seem to escape. snow fell heavily around you, swirling like ash in a dying fire. matt stood before you, his face drawn and pale against the frozen backdrop. his eyes, usually warm, were unreadable, his expression soft yet distant.

he reached out, his hand gentle as he cupped your cheek, but you couldn’t feel it. his touch, meant to soothe, was nothing but a ghost against your skin. your lips trembled from the cold, a shiver running through you that wasn’t just from the chill. “i love you,” he cooed, his breath misting in the frozen air, words meant to anchor you, but they felt hollow, distant.

he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, but even then—nothing. his kiss was as cold as the winter wind that cut through you, no warmth, no comfort. your eyes stayed wide, filled with fear and confusion, searching his face for something real, something to hold onto. but his face remained serene, his eyes boring into yours like he was trying to see something buried deep within.

then he whispered, his voice low and intimate, but the words were not his. they were familiar, dripping with venom, heavy with the weight of years past.

“this is your mother’s fault,” he murmured, and the world seemed to tilt, your breath catching in your throat. his voice, his tone, had shifted, morphed, becoming something more sinister. it wasn’t matt anymore; it was your father, the words twisted into something cruel. “your cursed existence is the reason she’s gone. a punishment. a living testament to sin.”

the snow, the cold, it all shattered like fragile glass around you, and you were back—back in your room, the air thick with dread. your father loomed above you, eyes wild and feverish, his face a grotesque mask of hatred and righteous fury. his words were still echoing, each one a branding iron against your skin.

“a punishment. a living testament to sin.” the mantra pounded in your head, searing into your very soul.

you were there again, your cheek stinging from his strike, but the pain was drowned beneath the roar of blood rushing in your ears. you scrambled to your feet, breath ragged and desperate, only to find yourself cornered against the wall. the splintered wood dug into your spine, cold and unyielding, a cruel reminder that there was nowhere left to go.

he loomed over you, his face a grotesque mask of hatred and righteousness. the stench of whiskey on his breath was sickly sweet, mingling with the cold sweat that ran down your face. his hands trembled, but his eyes—they were steady. they were locked onto you with a feverish intensity, the kind that burrowed under your skin and settled in your bones.

“you think you can be saved?” he spat, voice low and venomous, each word a curse. “you think there’s redemption for someone like you?”

his voice dripped with contempt, each word sinking into your skin like a brand. you could feel the weight of his words pressing down on you, crushing your ribs, making it impossible to breathe. and there, pinned between the wall and his hatred, you felt it—the cold realization that nothing you could say or do would ever be enough to erase the stain he saw in you.

you didn’t know what to say. you couldn’t speak; your throat felt like it was closing in on itself. you tried to slide along the wall, to find a way out, but he slammed his hand next to your head, trapping you.

“no,” he continued, his voice rising. “you’re beyond saving. you and that boy, both tainted.”

tears blurred your vision, but you looked up, your eyes red and swollen , yet you could still see the rage in his eyes, the way his lips curled into a snarl. his hand, still clutching the letter, the paper crumpled and torn. trembling with fury. his mouth foaming with scripture twisted into madness.

“please,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “i didn’t—”

“shut up!” he bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. the letter fluttered to the ground, and his hands grabbed your shoulders, his grip like iron. “you ungrateful little whore,” he spat, shaking you. “you think you can defy me? disgrace me?”

his fist connected with your stomach, driving the air from your lungs. you doubled over, gasping for breath, your body folding in on itself. you felt his hand in your hair, yanking your head up, forcing you to look at him.

“i will not have a daughter who defiles this house,” he said, his voice trembling with a twisted kind of conviction. “you will repent, or you will suffer.”

his words were like ice in your veins, and you knew in that moment that there was no reasoning with him, no escaping the hell he intended to put you through. you had to get out. you had to run. he continued, his words a twisted sermon, each syllable a lash against your soul. you tried to fight back, but he was too strong, his grip like iron. the room blurred around you, and you felt yourself slipping away, drowning in the darkness.

the snow falls heavier now, each flake sharper, the cold seeping deeper into your skin, into your bones. you're back again, lying beside matt on the snow. his face is still there, just inches from yours, but it’s fading, the world around you closing in, shadows creeping in at the edges of your vision. you reach out, your hand trembling, desperate, and touch his cheek. His skin is cold—too cold, lifeless under your fingers.

“matty,” you murmur, your voice fracturing like ice under pressure. “i’m so sorry.”

he doesn’t answer. his eyes are closed now, his chest barely moving. the silence is a vast, hollow thing, swallowing you whole. panic coils in your throat, sharp and jagged, a desperate, choking fear that clutches at your lungs.

“please,” you whisper, your voice a thin, ragged thread unraveling in the cold. “don’t leave me. not you.”

but he’s slipping away, dissolving into the snow like a ghost, like something that was never real to begin with. you try to hold on, to keep him there, but your grip is weak, your fingers numb and useless. the snow piles higher around you, burying you both, burying everything you tried to hold on to, leaving you with nothing but the relentless, empty cold.

and then you’re back there, in the backyard, crumpled on the cold, dead lawn. the grass feels like shards of glass under your bruised skin, the world around you spinning in a dizzying blur. the preacher’s foot slams into your side, and you’re thrown like a ragdoll, your breath torn from your lungs in a choked, desperate cry.

“daddy, please,” you gasp, the words breaking like glass in your throat, sharp and jagged. “i’m your daughter… i’m supposed to be your little girl—”

but he doesn’t hear you. his eyes are vacant, unseeing, lips moving in some silent prayer as if trying to exorcize you like a demon. another kick lands, and you hear the sickening snap of a rib, a sound that splits the night like a gunshot.

matt is pacing his room, the silence unbearable. your face haunts him—the way your eyes widened, pools of betrayal and hurt, the way your lips trembled as you tried to hold yourself together. his words, venomous and cruel, play on repeat in his mind, an echo that builds into a deafening roar. he has to see you, to make it right, to take it all back. he grabs his coat, the cold biting at his skin, and starts toward your house.

when he arrives, the front door hangs slightly ajar, the dim light inside flickering like a dying flame. his heart pounds, a sickening dread coiling in his gut. he steps inside, calling your name, his voice breaking in the stillness, but only silence answers.

then he hears it—a low, broken cry, barely a whisper, from the backyard. he runs, panic surging through him. and there, beneath the skeletal trees, he sees your father dragging your limp, bloodied body. time slows; his breath catches in his throat.

“let her go!” matt’s voice tears through the night, raw with terror and rage.

your father turns, eyes wild and unfocused. “you,” he snarls, his voice thick with malice. “this is all your fault.”

matt doesn’t think—he just charges, fists flying, his body a blur of desperation and fury. he has to get to you, has to save you. they grapple, slipping and sliding in the mud and blood, until somehow, he manages to pull you free. you collapse against him, your body broken, your eyes wide and glazed with terror. he can see the fear in them, the plea. he can’t fail you.

your father isn’t finished. he comes again, a knife gleaming in his hand like a shard of moonlight. matt braces himself, his heart pounding like a war drum. the blade slices through the air, and white-hot pain sears his side. he grits his teeth, using the pain as fuel, and throws himself at your father, knocking him to the ground. they tumble, crashing through the underbrush, the world a chaos of limbs and fury.

“take it out on me instead,” matt shouts, his voice trembling. “if you need to hurt someone, hurt me. i can take it.”

and your father does. the knife comes down again and again, each strike a white-hot burst of agony. you scream, a sound that tears through the night like a wounded animal, but he doesn’t stop. not until matt is a crumpled heap, his face unrecognizable, his breath ragged and uneven.

“Matt,” you whisper, your voice breaking on his name. You’re a few feet away in the snow, struggling to move toward him. his blood is staining the snow around him, and your heart pounds with every agonizing inch you crawl closer.“matt,” you whisper, your voice breaking on his name. you’re there in the snow,

“stay with me,” you plead, your voice cracking, barely more than a breath. “please, stay.”

his eyes flutter open, just for a moment, and there’s something there—something soft and forgiving, something that breaks your heart all over again. his lips part, but no sound comes out. you can see him slipping away, fading into the cold night.

the knife clatters to the ground, a dull, final sound, and your father staggers back, his face a twisted mask of rage and relief. the snow around you is stained with blood, an obscene, violent canvas beneath the indifferent stars.

your body is a symphony of pain, but you force yourself to move, to crawl toward matt. every breath is a struggle, every inch a battle against the screaming agony in your bones. “matthew!” you cry, your voice ragged, desperate. “matt, please!”

the wind howls around you, carrying your cries away into the night. you drag yourself closer, your hands slipping in the blood-slick snow. the world narrows to this moment, to him.

when you finally reach him, you collapse beside him, your hands trembling as you press them against his wounds. you can barely recognize him through the blood and bruises. his breaths are shallow, each one a fragile, fading whisper. your fingers tangle themselves in his blood-matted hair, tears freezing on your cheeks. his blood is warm, soaking through his shirt and into your skin, and you press your hands to his wounds, trying to keep him here, trying to keep him with you.

you press your hands firmly against his wounds, trying to stem the flow of blood, your tears mingling with the crimson on his face. “stay with me, matthew,” you plead, your voice cracking with desperation. “please, don’t go. we can make it through this. just hold on.”

but his eyes are distant, his breaths more erratic, slipping away like sand through your fingers. “my fawn,” he whispers, his voice a ghost of itself. “i’m sorry.. i would’ve loved to run away with you—”

“no, no, no!” you scream, your voice shattering in the cold. “don’t talk like that. you’re not going to die. you can’t. please, just stay with me. i need you. i need you.”

your sobs tear from you, raw and broken, echoing through the empty woods. you hold him tighter, pressing your forehead against his, but his skin is growing colder, his breaths fading until, finally, they stop. the light in his eyes dims to nothing, leaving you alone, utterly alone, in the dark, cold night.

the agony of his death seized you in its jaws, tearing at your insides with a cruelty so profound it almost felt unreal. your screams became the wind, your cries the haunting echo that would reverberate in these woods long after you were gone. blood, warm and dark, seeped into the snow, turning it a shade of sorrow, and the night seemed to grow colder, sharper, like shards of glass piercing your skin.

time twisted around you. seconds stretched into eons. you sank into the snow, cradling matt’s broken body, your hands trembling against his cooling skin. his eyes stared past you, vacant and unfocused, his lips parted in a silent goodbye. you pressed your forehead to his, desperate to breathe him back to life, to share your warmth and will him into staying. but his soul had already slipped away, leaving nothing but this empty vessel that had once held everything you loved.

the world dimmed around you, edges blurring into a haze. somewhere in that numb, drifting fog, you saw him again—not as he was now, but as he had been: smiling, his eyes soft and full of mischief, his hair catching the sunlight just right, as if touched by gold. he was running through a field, hands outstretched, laughter dancing on the breeze like a melody only you could hear. you reached for him, a breathless plea escaping your lips, but he remained out of reach, a ghost haunting the periphery of your fading consciousness.

the snow began to fall heavier, thick flakes descending like feathers, almost gentle, almost kind in their relentless descent. you were so cold. you could feel your own life ebbing away, the blood slipping sluggishly through your veins. the forest around you seemed to shift and sway, a cruel dance of shadows and snow. your limbs grew heavier, the weight of grief and exhaustion pulling you down into the earth. your breaths came shallow, and you could taste the iron on your tongue, the salt of your tears freezing on your lips.

“matt,” you rasped again, his name a prayer, a curse, a lamentation. you were collapsing inward, folding into the pain, the emptiness where he used to be. you pressed your lips to his temple, feeling the chill seep into your bones. “please don’t leave me here alone.”

and then, in your delirium, there was a flicker—a vision, perhaps, or a cruel trick of the mind. you saw him standing before you, whole again, untouched by death’s cruel hand. his eyes met yours, and they were filled with such love, such deep, abiding love. he reached out, his fingers brushing yours, and for a moment, you felt warmth. real, solid, impossible warmth. it seeped into your skin, a desperate gasp of air after drowning.

reality snapped back with a vicious bite, and you were left grasping at nothing. his body was cold and still beneath you, the snow swallowing you both inch by inch. you could feel the blood pooling around you, freezing in the night air, a red halo that bound you together in death.

the cold became everything. it seeped into your veins, slowed your heart to a staggered, final beat. you lay there, cheek pressed to his, your breaths shallow and ragged until they too were gone. the last thing you felt was the brush of his hand in your mind’s eye, the ghost of a touch, pulling you gently into that endless dark.

and then, silence.

the numbness seeped deeper, and you were too tired to resist its pull. the pain tethered you, wrapped you in chains you were too exhausted to break. a thousand whispered thoughts blurred in your mind like snowflakes in a storm, i’m tired of you, forever tied to me. bleeding whenever you want. each word was a throb, a pulse that faded, that grew quieter with every breath you let slip away.

you wanted to move, to leave, to rip yourself from the bone-deep ache of him. but your body betrayed you, too heavy, too hollowed out. the cold kissed your skin, numbed the raw edges of your grief, but the weight of him remained. always him. always this.

your eyelids fluttered, closing against the snow that stung like a thousand tiny needles. darkness edged closer, a heavy curtain drawn around the last flicker of your consciousness. you wanted to slip beneath it, to surrender to that deep, inviting sleep. i just wanna sleep. the words were a prayer now, mouthed against his frozen cheek.

each moment stretched longer, like the last taut thread of a fraying rope. your body trembled, but your spirit was drained, emptied of all fight. you wanted to sleep, to let go of the agony that bound you to him. please, can i sleep, can i sleep? the plea filled the hollow of your chest, a soft, desperate echo.

you were tired of the way his death clung to you, the way his absence seeped into every breath, every beat of your failing heart. you were too tired to cry, too tired to feel the tears that had already frozen on your cheeks.

your breaths came slower, shallower, until there were no more breaths at all—only the silence, the snow, and the darkness that cradled you. the cold was absolute now, and you could no longer tell where you ended and he began.

you were tired, he was all you had left, the only tether in a world that had gone dark. and so you clung to him in those last moments, not out of hope, but out of sheer exhaustion, out of a weariness so deep that it became a final, bitter kind of love.

too tired to move, too tired to leave.

and at last, in that unbearable stillness, you drifted into the long sleep you had begged for, the snow falling over you both like a curtain drawing shut.

the snow descended steadily, indifferent to the agony it buried. it covered you both in a pristine shroud, erasing the violence, the blood, the suffering. alas, the world went on. the woods stood tall and quiet, a witness to the horrors of love, what it would hold onto long after you were nothing but particles and forgotten memories.

in the end, there was only the snow—soft, unfeeling, eternal. it fell and fell, a cold, white blanket that erased the past, the present, and any promise of a future. it covered you and matt, sealing you away from the world that had betrayed you both, keeping you together in a final, frozen embrace.

and there, beneath that silent, bitter veil, you found peace in the way the living never could.

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[sarah-yyy]

what: period cdrama // 40 eps, roughly 45 mins each (we’re on ep 29 atm, paid subscription required for vip eps) where: iqiyi (you can also dl the app) // youtube // (ps - usual disclaimer that i do not use eng subs so i don’t speak to the quality of subs) why: do you enjoy jianghu mysteries?? double/hidden-identities??? the shifu-complex trope??? enemies to friends (with a v Divorced-Exes vibe)?? this is the show for you. would enjoy if you enjoyed the blood of youth.

meet Li Lianhua, a somewhat famous jianghu doctor who is rumoured to be able to bring back the dead. this chill but odd man lives in a super cool caravan he built himself! spends his free time gardening and learning how to cook! he's got a cute pet dog as a companion! he is in his Zen Era, everything is going great for him*.

but i promised y'all hidden identities so, surprise surprise!! Li Lianhua is also known as Li Xiangyi, presumed dead master of the Top Jianghu Sect who has been MIA for the past decade

Li Xiangyi was poisoned + seriously injured in battle ten years ago, and for a variety of reasons, decided to retreat from jianghu to live his life in relative peace (while also searching for the remains of his shixiong). the poison he suffers from is fatal, it is emphasised he doesn't have long to live. (*except for the dying bit)

ANYWAY. while going about his day to day, Li Lianhua meets:

Fang Duobing, wannabe jianghu detective. this boy has a++ martial arts skills!! he's (relatively) smart!! he would make a good detective!! but his attempts to do so have been foiled by his Super Influential™ parents who do not want him in harm's way. all my boy wants to do is to successfully enrol in jianghu detective academy and travel the lands!! solve crimes!! he eventually weasels his way into a probationary position by telling the masters of the academy that his shifu is Li Xiangyi

cue extremely fun exchanges like:

FBD: if my shifu li xiangyi could see me now- LLH: your who???????????

these two have a funny strangers to jokingly enemies (LLH made a fool out of FBD and like drugged him the first time they met) to begrudging partners solving crimes to friends dynamic going on, absolutely a+++. FBD goes from 😤 at LLH to must protect this weak man i have decided is my best friend really quickly. i love one (1) boy.

there is also another key character in this, which really just. is the cherry on top of everything that the show has given us so far.

meet Di Feisheng. "villain" extraordinaire. has one (1) goal in life - beat LXY. "killed" LXY in battle ten years ago, but suffered severe injuries himself, so he's been recuperating for the past ten years.

imagine his goddamn surprise when he fucking meets LLH who he thought he defeated ten years ago. (side note: LLH is supposed to look nothing like LXY, but DFS recognised him p much instantly!!) he also learns that LXY was poisoned all those years ago, and was not in his best condition during their battle.

cue DFS going absolutely obsessed with curing LLH of his fatal poisoning so that they can go at it again, this time without any handicaps :)

SO ANYWAY these three go around solving cases together, while LLH/DFS also look into the inconsistencies of certain things that happened ten years ago. all the while the three of them are bickering the entire time.

tl;dr - this is the dynamic we've got going on:

FDB: this is LLH my boyfriend (but he doesn't know it yet) who is also my shifu (but i don't know it yet), and this is his extremely annoying ex-husband DFS who hangs around us and i absolutely HATE (and low-key want to throw in jianghu prison) because they are obviously hiding something from me, but also i would probably die for these two

if you need more convincing:

the cases have all been fun so far - the pacing of the show is quite good, and the cases don't really tend to drag on

the fight scenes are really cool - again, if you liked what they did in the blood of youth, you'll probably like this as well

frail and sickly Cheng Yi, always a bonus

i am going to, at some point, write fic about dfs railing fbd quiet while llh watches, someone hold me to this

[hauntedwizardmoment]

director's commentary for the chunk from "hollowed out and filled with feathers" that starts with "That night, after they’re settled into their room for the night..." and ends with "he's incredible at his job" 👀

oh my god YAY hollowed out is. kind of my baby <3 theyre all my babies but hollowed out is where Cool Girl Thesis lives and i love Cool Girl Thesis. i stand by my cancelled husband evil bisexual purse dog jace stardiamond. i love it when characters have no sense of their identity outside of what other people demand from them and are driven to madness by their own. well. hollowness.

so like. right before the start of this:

That night, after they’re settled into their room for the night (and the route to Sunpeak is charted out), he buys them several cases of the cheapest beer he can find, and pulls out a deck of cards for Porter’s favorite game. “Strip poker?”

we have porter giving jace a direct order to relax. and like, jace is clearly not relaxed. he's about to watch peregrine (guy he was in love with) and aurora (his fundie ex-coworker who ruined his life) get married. but porter gave him an order, so this is him making a show of how relaxed he is. they're gonna play a game porter likes but jace himself doesn't really care for. it doesnt help jace relax but it makes porter think jace is relaxed, is chill, is Cool Girl, and thats what matters

He loses deliberately, plays terribly on purpose and ignores the math in his head telling him exactly what cards Porter has. The tepid beer tastes disgusting and leaves his mouth dry, but he downs it anyways. Wills his shoulders to slouch, tosses his hair back and laughs as he unbuttons his shirt slowly, teasing, after Porter wins again. The goal is to relax, and godsfuckingdammit, he’ll show Porter how relaxed he can be.

jace dumbing himself down, drinking beer he doesnt like, and playing up the flirty act because again, he gets that when porter says "relax" he doesnt mean "curl up in bed doing crosswords and watch medical dramas until you fall asleep" he means "do something that i find fun and sexy, but don't be better than me because that's threatening."

He’ll show all of them just how much better he’s doing. 

and it's all a show because he's still deeply bitter and angry about losing his party and getting replaced.

His laughter turns genuine after the fifth beer, when he’s down to just his underwear and Porter’s still fully clothed. Even with the capital-P Plan and the thought of seeing his old party weighing on him, Porter still manages to make him smile. “You make me so, so happy,” he’s tipsy and stupid, just the way Porter likes him. “I was so lost without you,” he says, as a pair of strong, firm hands wrap around his waist, holding him still. When Porter lays him out, pins his wrists to the bed and conquers him, he doesn’t need to lie to himself.

there is a part of jace that likes not being so high strung! porter brings that out in him, teases out a humor, a lightness, an ease! hollows him out and fills him with feathers! he wants the persona to be real so badly, to actually be as Chill and Easy as porter thinks he is. he's able to lose himself in alcohol and sex and finally, genuinely relax by the end of this scene, but it's fleeting! he wants it to be real!

i won't lie here and say that i did this on purpose as foreshadowing for LSOP fic because this series is very much "whatever situation i can think to put jace in next" but in hindsight, this is like, very sad when you compare this jace to him in "his tomb by the sounding sea" who is dealing with the ramifications of actually being put in a place where he doesnt have to worry about being in control anymore.

and of course then we cut to:

Let it be known that he’s a complete idiot. A pretty face with nothing to back him up. And as of three days ago, even that’s up for debate.

jace POV for scene iv of "burn away the goodness, you and i remain" before he goes out and faces porter. he's been barely-conscious for three days and he's finally lucid enough to hate himself again!! yippee!! his lies have caught up with him and he's being punished for just how easily he caved to porter:

The problem is that he bought his own bullshit. He actually let himself believe he was the version of himself he invented for Porter: fun, easygoing, unchallenging and uncomplicated. Up for anything and everything, from petty theft to dangerous spellwork to erotic roleplay. He’d made sure any disagreements between them were reserved for the trivial, nothing that would ever get in the way of what Porter wanted or needed from him. Sanded down his edges, made himself the perfect partner and acolyte.

and the minute he disagreed with him, showed any sign of resistance, porter killed him over it and made sure that he wouldnt be able to do that again. this is the schrodinger's cat at he heart of starbreaker, to me: does porter care about jace, or was jace only a stepping stone in The Plan? how much of porter's care for him is an act/manipulation, and how much of it is genuine?

He’d forgotten love, for him, is always predicated on deception. If he was going to lie, he should have been prepared to keep it up forever.

jace genuinely believes this too </3 i dont think hes ever been genuine with anyone in his entire adult life, not since he learned that lying gets you what you want faster and easier and it only backfires when people find out

 He looks completely fucked and utterly unfuckable.   A chill runs through him when he remembers that it’s his own spellcraft that did this, ripped his control to shreds and gave the tattered pieces to someone else. Even now, he can feel an unfamiliar current of magic writhing beneath his skin, alive and with a mind of its own. The sensation turns his stomach, makes bile rise in his throat.

i think i'm like so preoccupied with "lack of control" being one of jace's worst fears because of how sorcerers are in rules-as-written d&d? like it's literally described as innate magic but idk man anything thats come innately to me has still always required me to hone whats already there with precision until it goes from good to really fucking good. also yay to jace selling a piece of himself to porter and for physical descriptions of magic, which i am also very preoccupied with.

He won’t let Porter see how much he’s falling apart.  If he pretends that he’s fine, then he is fine. He can still be everything Porter needs and wants, irreplaceable. He’s incredible at his job.

he's still fighting! he's so angry and spiteful in this, he can't even imagine letting the mask slip mere days after coming back to life. back to work, the show must go on! he's honestly mortified that there were three days where he didnt have the mask on. the performance is forever and it will take everything from him <3

[minthe-lover]

Lore Olympus is a lot like Twilight. There's Edward and Hades, two immortal beings eons older than their love interests and only actually like the idea they crafted in their heads about them, they're broody "sad bois" with no flaws who hate everyone ever and they're loaded as shit. Then there's Bella and Persephone, two unsympathetic, annoying, underaged, stronger-than-even-the-strongest-character, self-insert mary sues that everyone is in love with. X plot contradicts Y plot, Z plot is completely forgotten and the writing is just plain terrible. The main characters barely know one another and they're rushing to get married. They're both unbelievably racist, classist, have big bads that end up really not being a big deal like, at all, and the creator thinks they're the greatest thing since sliced bread. I have a separate tangent just about the vampires tbh. But then, there's their fandoms.

The Twilight fandom (or what remains of it) is more than aware that their chosen media sucks. They laugh at it, roast ReNameMe, write significantly better fanfiction than canon ever did, come up with fun theories, talk about how bad Bella and Edward are for eachother, simp for Charlie, and hear each other out on what they have to say. As far as I've seen, there aren't really any "antis" because everyone kind of just mutually love-hates Twilight. But the Lore Olympus fandom is so insanely different? They lose their minds if you so much as breathe wrong in H&P's direction, they think it's the most romantic thing in the world, and that it's accurate mythology? The slightest indication that Lore Olympus isn't good makes them froth at the mouth like a rabid dog and you get attacked from all directions by every stan in a hundred mile radius?

It's insane to me how two pieces of media that are so similar in their most basic form can have such dramatically different fandoms. Anyway Twilight stans are cool and LO stans need to chill the fuck out. Media can suck ass and people can enjoy it while criticizing it, the universe isn't going to collapse because someone doesn't like your chosen brain rot.

^^^^^ I'm admittedly not that familiar with twilight or it's fandom. so not much I can add to this.

[lakesbian]

What would Alec do with Panacea/Dauphine’s power, anywho? I feel like it wouldn’t end well for anyone

he's actually not one of the worst options for it to go to because he's primarily interested in Chilling and remaining Safely Away From Scrutinizing Public Eye. and he also doesn't have morals developed well enough to have a moral crisis & subsequent explosive mental health break over it. and he also doesn't feel most of his emotions strongly enough to be too impulsive with it. it would make his rare Joker Moment significantly worse, but he wouldn't be like...Worse Than Amy in terms of overall impact on the world. and he's actually more likely to fix what he fucked up than she is, given a week or two to realize "oh wait, i shouldn't have done that, actually."

jean-paul, however, would be a fucking nightmare. jean-paul would be brainwashing people left and fucking right. the heartbroken is his cult fambily now and every body love him and so nice to him all of the time forever and give him hugs and buy him snacks and play video games with him too :) and they all hit dad with rocks for him until he dies :) and then cherie stops being mean to him and gives him fun outfits :) and all his brothers think he's cool and don't call him gay anymore :) and his mom likes him now and cooks him mac and cheese :) and everything is fixed forever :)

y'know, until the system intervenes w/ intent to treat him as a cult leader on par w/ his father & detain him & then tosses him in the birdcage when he inevitably fights back by making any scary capes or cops breaking into his house and home shit themselves to death. so yeah it'd suck for him. but if you just like. dropped the powers on Normal Alec all of a sudden in the middle of his undersider era he'd be p sensible and lowkey about them. oh and he and aisha would do some freak shit. but in a cute way. :). like how dauphine melds her and victor's arms together when he's flying her for the first time. entirely consensual freak shit which she explicitly requests, as in canon, but still absurdly hyperintimate. highschool first ever bestfriendships are just like that. brian and taylor would also hate him being around aisha 10x more and also probably intermittently get paranoid that he Did Something to her so that would suck. it would make his life worse but this would not stop him from yearning for it. like i said he's like a dog begging 4 chocolate wholly unaware it's going to murder him if he ever gets any

[blep-pup]

As a havanese owner, what would you say their energy levels are like, along with how long it takes to groom them? are they trainable? I'm thinking about getting one in the future

hey there! great questions! this is a long post cuz I love info-dumping about animals, ESPECIALLY my little boy so I'm putting a cut

Energy: dogs energy levels is something I was quite concerned with too since I'm a fairly low energy person and I cannot reliably keep a high energy dog satisfied. If you sniff around the internet you'll find multiple sources saying that a healthy, standard havanese only really needs about 40 minutes of exercise per day. If this isn't met, they'll likely get mischievous around your house inviting you to play with them because they're (not consciously) trying to get that energy out. Now they're also a pretty sturdy breed in that if you have an active lifestyle they can adapt to that pretty well, just don't expect them to be husky levels of par on par with you

Puppies are of course a little different. All young dogs will have higher energy needs than adults do, and depending on the age, will also have different tolerances to amounts and sometimes will crash and just sleep.

They should chill out, comparatively speaking, as they age, but havaneses are known for remaining playful and mischievous throughout their lives. I've met multiple havanese and havanese mix owners who tell me about their dogs' "teasing"

I got Milou when he was 11 weeks old and he was pretty bouncing off the walls energetic, but he'd reliably crash for 1-2 hours of sleep with just 30-60 minutes of play. I couldn't really walk him for more than 30 minutes at a time though, with our average walks at that age being about 20-30 minutes and he'd walk twice a day. When he reached the 4-6 month mark, he could play for like 60-90 minutes before getting tired and even then he'd still try milking a little more out of me. Now he's over a year and he asks to play less and play sessions last less, but he's still a spunky little boy who will steal shoes to provoke me into chasing him. Milou is a good walker though, so 80% of my energy sink with him is walking him. If you're down to play with your pup that works too

Grooming: I'm going to answer this question from a groomer's perspective because that's what I do professionally. Havaneses are what you call a hypo-allergenic breed (at the very least, their fur should not cause allergies, or not strong allergic reactions, but technically there is no such thing as a truly hypo-allergenic dog) so they have the type of fur that just grows and never stops. They don't shed which is very nice, but they are constantly growing, and havanese fur grows fast. They are 100% a breed that requires frequent grooming

how long does it take to groom them? well, this depends on the dog, on average a small breed like the havanese takes me 1-2 hours, but there are a lot of factors in this including how well trained to tolerate grooming your pup is. There are some breeds that on average are amazing at being groomed, for some reason (90% of the schnauzers I do are the best doggos) and there are some breeds that on average are terrible at being groomed (90% of the wheaten terriers I do HATE being groomed). Havaneses don't lean one way or another, it boils down to personality and training. One of my best clients is a havanese. One of my worst clients is also a havanese. Milou is pretty good, but I still need to work with him on his front paws. If you get a havanese puppy, you have to get them used to being handled and moved around for grooming if you want them to be cooperative, which leads to a faster groom. You can do this by offering treats when doing handling training sessions with your pup. Milou went from HATING his face being touched, to letting me grab his nose, move it around and even lets me scrap tarter off of his teeth, but this took work.

The other factor is whether or not you keep your havanese fur long or short or inbetween. I personally like to keep Milou's comfort in mind. In the winter, I keep his coat at 16mm, all the pictures of him fluffy are during that time. In the summer I gave him a summercut, aka 1/4 inch. If you keep your havanese fur long, you WILL HAVE TO BRUSH IT. Havanese fur is very thin and matts easily, especially if they are active. Milou's legs matt a lot in the winter because he loves playing in the snow. If you can brush every day, that's ideal. If you can just brush multiple times a week, that's okay too. If you only brush when you're doing a full groom, your dog is going to be matted and it is not only going to take longer but will even make the grooming painful for them which will make them hate grooming.

Trainability: This is going to be a little confusing so bear with me alright?

I had a beagle before I had Milou. Beagles are food motivated. They are a stubborn breed who will follow their nose, but if you have food ohhohho they will do whatever you want whenever you want. Lili was an extremely well trained beagle because of this

Havanese are... not known for being food motivated. you might find some individuals who are, but on average, remember that they're a toy breed, toy breeds are annoying about eating food. And here's the other kinda weird thing alright. Havanese are first and foremost a companion breed. They just want to make you happy. But they also have a stubborn streak in them. If they don't feel like doing something, they're not going to do it

Milou (keep in mind this isn't just abysmally rare for dogs in general but especially for a toy breed who are notoriously difficult to potty train) nailed his potty training day 1 of bringing him home. He bent down to pee, I picked him up, put him on the pee pad, and threw him a praise and petting party when he finished. Ever since that day he would make an effort to exclusively pee on the potty pad. Nowadays, he prefers to pee outside whenever possible but we still have accidents on rugs and carpets here and there if we haven't taken him out to potty enough. So you'd think he'd be easy to train right?

there were so many days where he would do the trick for me like three times, and then just decide he was done with training and would rather do something else. You really have to get to know your dog and what motivates them. Milou will do tricks all day if there's good enough praise and the treats are high value (aka lunchmeats like ham and turkey, gourmet little stinker). But all in all, with enough patience, consistency, communication and kindness, you can have a well trained and well behaved havanese. Milou is a good little boy who is very well trained

As will all dogs, havaneses respond well to positive feedback, and honestly, there is no easy or quick way to train a dog. It takes time and work. There are things you will work on, that you won't feel the benefits of until MONTHS later. Also, keep in mind that a dog who feels safe and secure with their owner (barring personality) should grow up to feel confident about the world around them. I put a lot of work into Milou and making sure he was exposed to new things as a puppy and having those experiences be good ones so that now that he's over a year, he's not scared of trying new things or meeting new dogs

In conclusion: Havaneses are like any other dog, they take time and work, they need to be exercised and groomed, but they are amazing companions. They just love you and they want to be with you! Multiple people I've met who've owned havaneses tend to report "best dog I've ever had". Milou is only my second, but honestly, I'm inclined to agree. He's fantastic. Always keep in mind your pup's breed and breed needs when getting one such as needing grooming, and also put in training to make sure your pup doesn't develop separation anxiety as is common in toy breeds and especially havaneses who are bred to love you to the moon and back. I wish you luck with your future best friend!

OH ALMOST FORGOT for a toy breed there's actually a lot of size variation in havaneses, so either go for a breeder who has parents with the sizes you're looking for, or... don't be picky. The smallest havanese at my work is 7lbs, Milou is average size at 13lbs and I've seen a havanese that's 25lbs, bigger than my beagle. While I personally love tiny dogs, it was purely a coincidence that the breeder I got Milou from had tiny parents and even then Milou turned out a little under twice their size XD point is, be aware that there's a lot of different sizes they come in, and there's not really a standard color for them either. They literally come in all colors except brindle. I personally think this is fun

[sisilafami]

2022

Rap:

Chicken P - BussaBrick Vol.2 : BussOne 101 / BussaBrick Vol.1 Deep In The Pot

Bandgang Lonnie Bands - Creatures In Paris / Scorpion Eyes / Hard 2 Kill Reloaded

Billy Woods - Aethiopes / Church

Rx Papi - Dope Deals And Record Sales Vol. 2 / First Week Out (Deluxe)

SME TaxFree - This One For My Brothers / Unexpected / Im Off The West / Cant Write This Shit vol. 2

Bear1boss - BEAR1BOSS

Cash Cobain & Chow Lee - 2 SLIZZY 2 SEXY (DELUXE)

DevStacks - Now They Know Us 3

MarijuanaXO - Da Under Dog / Growth & Development / Windshield Tinted

Quelle Chris - Deathfame

Big Ouee - Dreams Money Can Buy I & II

Tony Shhnow - Plug Motivation / Kill Streak 2 (deluxe) / Reflexions

Hook - From, Hook

CEO Trayle - Loosies Compilation / HH5 / The Collection / Vier

Joe Pablo - Blow the World

Wizz Havin - Mr. Too Sticky

YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 3800 Degrees

RRB Duck - Still Standing / Top Side

DaeMoney - Slayer's Coming

Papo2oo4 - Ballerific

Shaudy Kash - On The Yeah Side / Young CBFW (Deluxe)

Certified Trapper - I'm Certified

42 Dugg x EST Gee - Last Ones Left

NoCap - The Main Bird

MarijuanaXO & Joe Pablo - Window Service / Window Service 2

$ilkMoney - I Don't Give a Fuck About This Rap Shit, Imma Just Drop Until I Don't Feel Like It Anymore

Mike - Beware of the Monkey

Sexyy Red - Ghetto Superstar

454 - FAST TRAX 3

Top$ide - Lost Files

MHPG Sound - Sound or Drown

Goldenboy Countup - Coach Golden 2 / Golden Ticket / The Rawest / Chicken Man 3 / Chill Golden

Baby Smoove - Im Still Serious 2

Babytron - Megatron

Boldy James - Fair Exchange No Robbery / Be That as It May / Mr. Ten08

LUCKI - FLAWLESS LIKE ME

E L U C I D - I Told Bessie

Karma2zz - New St Louis / Rookie Of The Year

Fly Anakin - Frank

Ayoolii - Personal Compilation 2022

Tisakorean - 1st Round Pick

Los and Nutty - 25 Features, Vol. 2

WB Nutty - City of Addiction

Hm:

1100 Himself & Mitchell - 2 Headed Goat

AKAI SOLO - Spirit Roaming

Ame - At The Fore /  No Mans Land

Babyface Ray - FACE (Deluxe Edition)

Bandmanrill - The Singles

Cash Cobain - SLIZZY TIMING

Damedot - The Umbrella Again

Dopeboy Ra - Book of PSlums Chapter 36 (Deluxe)

Duwap Kaine - Underdog 3 / Family Guy / Kaine's Diary / A Doggs Influence / Faith Like Esther

Four50 - Glasshouse

Ghetto Baby Boom - Ghetto Mode

Izaya Tiji - WASP / Nevameant2b 

Jelly - Wolf of Peachtree 2

Ka - Woeful Studies / Languish Arts

KanKan - WAY2GEEKED

Kodak Black - Kutthroat Bill Vol. 1

Lil Baby - It's Only Me

Lil Uzi Vert - RED & WHITE

Mavi - Laughing so Hard, it Hurts

Moh Baretta - DOGMA II

Money Waters - The Porch II

Open Mike Eagle - Component System with the Auto Reverse

Princesa 28 - Princesa WorldWide V2

Reed - Reed

Roc Marciano - The Elephant Man's Bones

Rodneyy - #OGTG

RXK Nephew - BEEN BALLIN IN OUTER SPACE / My Wrist Need Rehabilitation / Universal Slither

Sickboyrari - City Of Crows

Shawny Binladen - Wick City (Deluxe)

Summrs - FALLEN RAVEN

Tae Rackzz & Javi Turnt - Our Year

WiFiGawd - Charge It To The Game

Wiki & Subjxct5 - Cold Cuts

WTM Milt - Dog$hit & Ammunition / RAFA

Young Bleed - Dare' Iza' God

Young Nudy - EA Monster

Yeat - 2 Alivë (Geëk Pack)

R&B:

Cruel Santino - Subaru Boys - FINAL HEAVEN

Jacquees - Sincerely For You

Brent Faiyaz - WASTELAND

Jazmine Sullivan - Heaux Tales, Mo’ Tales The Deluxe

Contemporary :

Olli Aarni - Suontee- 23112021

Clara de Asís & Ryoko Akama - sisbiosis

Malin Bång - Works for Orchestra

Natasha Barrett -  Heterotopia

Björk - Fossora

Joshua Bonnetta - Innse Gall

Brannten Schnüre - Das Glück vermeiden 

Björg Brjánsdóttir - VÍDDIR

Isaiah Ceccarelli - Toute clarté m’est obscure

Delphine Dora - a l'abri du monde

Jacob Dwyer - The Devil Museum

Jürg Frey - Borderland Melodies

goo age - Open Zone

Howard Stelzer - The Flemish Giants (Suburban Observances Vol. 5)

Atte Elias Kantonen - POP 6 SUSURRUS

Nile Koetting - Remain Calm

Lance Austin Olsen - Fukushima Rising

Michael Pisaro & Keith Rowe - Venerable Bede

Francis Plagne - The Refrain

RLW - Tunnel

Manja Ristic - Him, fast sleeping, soon he found In labyrinth of many a round, self-rolled

Vanessa Rossetto - The Actress

Wojciech Rusin - Syphon

Sombra ac​ú​stica - Sombra acústica

Stateside - Mouthfeelings Sessions

Stefano Scodanibbio - String Quartets

Havadine Stone - Old Young

Valerio Tricoli - Say Goodbye To The Wind

Simon Whetham - Invitation to Migrate to a New Planet

Digital Beats:

qua - Hasbulla ep

DJ Travella - Mr Mixondo

islurwhenitalk  - ☥skkkult r𖤐dio☥

Model Home - Model Home 20

Jana Rush - Dark Humor

BILLY G - billy.exe

HiTech - HiTech

Vivid The Producer - HEALING

Theo Parrish - Ooh Bass

Andy Loebs - Flexuous Vertex 

Jazz ?:

Andrew Cyrille / Wadada Leo Smith / Qasim Naqvi - Two Centuries

BI BA DOOM - graceful collision

LIFTED -  3

New Old:

Henning Christiansen - OP.163 PENTHESILEA

Luc Ferrari - Solitude Transit

Jigen - Blood's Finality 狂雲求敗

Miles Davis - That's What Happened 1982-1985 The Bootleg Series, Vol. 7

Nature - 98' Nate

Universal Liberation Orchestra - Communion

Iannis Xenakis - Electroacoustic Works

[cyarskaren52]

Slick Rick is still The Ruler. 

The rapper once known as "MC Ricky D" has built a legacy on 35 years of lyricism, style and artistry. Yes, he's arguably rap's greatest storyteller; a style icon and dropped one of the greatest debut albums in the history of debut albums. But when one considers how much of his career was put on hold, when one considers just how immaculate his flow remained even as his style evolved and times changed; Rick's run is truly remarkable. 

He burst out the gate with the uber-classic Great Adventures Of Slick Rick, an album that boasted at least four bonafide all-time great songs, and a platinum-seller that cemented him as a star on Def Jam. His life would take a dramatic turn soon afterwards, and Rick found himself headed to prison in 1991, the same year he dropped The Ruler's Back. That album was followed by 1994s Behind Bars, completed on work furlough. Rick would see release in late 1996, and he dropped his fourth album, The Art Of Storytelling in early 1999. It was Rick's first album since his debut not recorded under duress, and critics hailed it as his creative and commercial comeback. 

So that's the short version of Slick Rick's story. We decided to rank our favorite 25 cuts from the legendary MC Ricky D. 

#26

"I LIKE" - MONTELL JORDAN FEAT. SLICK RICK [BONUS SONG]

Our BONUS SONG pick is a celebrated classic guest spot! The R&B star and The Ruler team up on this hit from the "Nutty Professor" soundtrack. 

#25

"CAN'T SHAKE US" FEAT. SPECIAL K

With this rare mixtape track from 2002, Rick teams up with former Treacherous Three legend Special K to kick bars over a sparse beat. 

#24

"WHY, WHY, WHY"

Slick Rick has always had a knack for off-color songs about relationships; and this laid-back groover is Rick once again chastising a woman for her wandering eye--and admitting his own infidelity. 

#23

"A LOVE THAT'S TRUE, PT. 1"

Speaking of that whole "chastising..." thing. With a beat that echoes his production on "Hey Young World" years earlier, Rick once again dogs out a trifling woman...or two...or three. 

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#22

"CAN'T DANCE TO A TRACK THAT AIN'T GOT NO SOUL"

Slick Rick dropped two singles in 2019 that let the world know the Ruler was still the Ruler. One was this kinetic P-Funk sampling track that was produced by the man himself. 

#21

"TREAT HER LIKE A PROSTITUTE"

Not a song that fits neatly into 2022 sensibilities, but it was Slick Rick's first solo single after his days as MC Ricky D. He debuted the track as a solo star in 1988s "Tougher Than Leather" movie. 

#20

"IMPRESS THE KID"

Produced by S&S, this track originally appeared on the "Rush Hour" soundtrack, as Rick gets wreck over a bass-heavy groove that sounds so perfectly late 90s you should have to rock a FUBU jersey to listen to it. 

#19

"MIDAS TOUCH"

After some years focused more on performing and brand partnerships, Ricky D returned! And he did so in impressive fashion, showcasing his rapid-fire flow on this groovy single, released alongside "Can't Dance To A Track..."

#18

"RUNAWAY"

On what sounds like a spiritual successor to "Mona Lisa," Slick Rick's knack for hooks is kind of an underrated skill in his arsenal. That beat is so chill. 

#17

"LICK THE BALLS"

The vulgarity of the hook might make it seem like 2 Live Crew-like raunch here; but no--this is just a good, old fashioned lyrical showcase. Rick blacks out here. 

#16

"UNIFY/BE ALRIGHT/LOUD AND CLEAR" - KID CAPRI W/SLICK RICK, MR. CHEEKS, JERMAINE DUPRI, CAM'RON

The album cut features a killer Snoop guest spot; the video version is a medley of tracks tied together by Kid Capri. As usual, Rick does his thing. 

#15

"FROZEN" FEAT. RAEKWON

"Even this so-so beat, I make MONSTROUS." If you need a class on lyricism, this song should be on the syllabus. You've got two of the illest of all time, spitting on a track from "The Art Of Storytelling."

#14

"SITTIN' IN MY CAR" (REMIX)

Jermaine Dupri swooped in to remix this single from Rick's 1994 album "Behind Bars." The video would be one of Rick's most popular during his prison stint in the mid-1990s. 

#13

"WHO ROTTEN 'EM"

Nod's beat gives Slick Rick chance to flex his parodic British accent again. 

#12

"THE RULER'S BACK"

With production credited to the late, great Jam-Master Jay, Rick opened his debut album with an anthem that's as good as any of his hit singles. Jay-Z would famously interpolate the track in 2001. 

#11

"IT'S A BOY" (REMIX)

Large Professor worked his magic on this track that originally appeared on 1991s "The Ruler Is Back," but found new life as a banger on 1994s "Behind Bars."

#10

"I RUN THIS"

On "Da Art of Storytelling," Slick Rick returned at the top of his game and one of the best lyrical showcases he ever put to wax is this hotter-than-hell showcase of his skills. Produced by none other than Rev. Run.

#9

"MISTAKES OF A WOMAN IN LOVE WITH OTHER MEN"

No one should need any convincing that Slick Rick is one of the greatest storytellers ever; and this is one of his most poignant looks at dysfunctional relationships. 

#8

"THE MOMENT I FEARED"

A song that suddenly became infamous after his 1990 arrest, Rick documents a tailspin of fictional events that would eventually land him in jail. 

#7

"STREET TALKIN'" FEAT. OUTKAST

Big Boi has always sounded like a spiritual successor to MC Ricky D, and their chemistry is potent on this classic Jazze Pha-produced single from 1999s "The Art Of Storytelling"

#6

"TEENAGE LOVE"

One of Rick's most iconic songs and one of the Bomb Squad's most R&B-friendly production. It's Rick recounting the trials of being young and thinking you're "in love."

#5

"BEHIND BARS" (DUM DITTY DUM REMIX) FEAT. WARREN G

Warren G brought his uniquely G-Funk styled production to Rick's harrowing-and-hilarious tale of life while incarcerated. This is a master clinic on storytelling. 

#4

"MONA LISA"

It's hard to believe one of Slick Rick's most beloved tracks was never even a single; Rick's tale about meeting a shorty at a pizza parlor would become surprisingly influential. 

#3

"I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE IT"

One of Rick's greatest gifts is his knack for taking a story that sounds lighthearted and taking a sharp turn into a dark place. This is one of his best. 

#2

"HEY YOUNG WORLD"

Rick produced this impeccable classic himself, a topical look at society that also encourages youth to make good decisions. There are a handful of songs that truly deserve being called "perfect" and this is one. 

#1

"CHILDREN'S STORY" 

If you documented the greatest rap tracks of all time, this uber-classic would most definitely on the short list. Rick tells a story that's darker than you think; about a triggerhappy teen who goes on a crime spree with tragic results. You know every word. Everybody does.

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[celeseah]

This past week I’ve been visiting #friends and #family in the #northofengland before I leave for our #southafrica adventure next week It was lovely to connect with my fellow #holisticpractitioner Inge of #HealingHands @ #saltburnbythesea We met over 10 years ago at a #babajicobrabreath2 #tantrakriyayoga #training (here a pic of us having fun 🤩 #bodypainting ) and have remained friends since I had a wonderful weekend connecting, walking her beautiful #dogs enjoying delicious #food and generally chilling out and #sharingthelove Inge runs an Airbnb and it’s perfect for visiting the lovely coastal town of Saltburn-By-The-Sea! Pop by for a visit Inge is a wonderful host 💗 #friendship #friendsforever #friendsreunion #holisticwellness #holistichealing #tantrikas #cobrabreath #cosmicconnection #soulsisters https://www.instagram.com/p/CldUx5drtFZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[buckyownsmylife]

You and I - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry comes over to fix your computer

Warnings: reader is a henry fan, pandemic theme, lockdown and quarentine-ing, little bit of second-hand embarrassment?, heatwave, henry is feeling deprived in this one, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), dirty talk, brief hairpulling, the name of God in vain, Henry’s monster dick,  laughing and teasing while fucking, hand over throat but no actual choking, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex

Word count: over 3k, ‘cause I got no chill

A/N: this was inspired by a tik tok someone requested me to write a fic about it. Obviously I took it in a different direction because can I ever follow guidelines? No. I do love this fic, though. Thank you to @lokiscollar​ for giving this a read for me!

Y/N’s P.O.V

Driving to a secluded location to spend lockdown in felt like a wonderful idea. There was a working wi-fi connection, so I could work remotely from the seashore cabin without any problem whatsoever, and the view was obviously to die for.

I did not expect someone else to have the same idea as me. The cabin next door had been occupied on the same day that I arrived, and much to my surprise, I recognized my new neighbor as someone I never expected I’d come to meet in my entire life: an actor. An actor I actually had a crush on.

Thankfully, the situation didn’t exactly call for mingling. I ran off to hide inside my cottage as soon as I realized who he was, occupying myself with fixing everything for the next day instead of daydreaming about the man next-door.

There would be time for that later, once I got in bed. But weirdly enough, that was the only time I really thought about him during those first weeks of quarantine. Every once in a while I’d get the random wave of curiosity about what he was doing - what did Henry Cavill get up to while spending lockdown by himself? But that was pretty much it.

I woke up every day, had breakfast, worked and then went to bed. Sometimes I’d sit by the balcony and watch the birds fly, taking in the scenery and breathing in the salty water. Even as a kid, I’d always loved the sea. It was comforting, so it made sense for me to turn to it in such a stressful time.

Sometimes I’d hear a bark or two, reminding me of the man who was staying in the other cabin, and it made me smile. I always did like his dog, whenever I saw pictures of him.

I hoped they were alright and that the absence of any human contact wasn’t getting to them, even though it was getting to me. I could feel my own social abilities - which weren’t exactly stellar before - slowly becoming decrepit, and I was scared to think of what my first human interaction would be like once lockdown was over.

I just hadn’t anticipated it would be come so soon.

The morning began as it usually would. I took my shower, I had my breakfast, and I sat in front of the computer with my coffee in hands, ready to start working for the day.

Only the computer wasn’t ready for it, too.

“What?” I talked to myself - something that had become more usual the longer lockdown went on. “Oh, no, no, no…” The situation was looking drearier the longer I stared at my lifeless screen.

Looking up at the clock, I considered my options. Even supposing I could get someone to come to this middle of nowhere to fix it, there was no way I’d be able to get it done before work started.

Sighing, I pushed away from my designated desk to call my boss. Thankfully, he understood and I was left to repair the damn thing and come up with a solution for the next day.

My heart ached at the prospect of having to abandon my refuge because of an electronic malfunction. And that is, if there even was anyone willing to fix the damn thing, considering the pandemic and the rules of social distancing. That’s when suddenly, an idea popped up.

I remembered all the fuss a few months back over a video of Henry assembling a computer all by himself. There was no way someone with that much hardware prowess couldn’t at least know enough to fix this simple laptop.

With that thought in mind, I gathered all of my courage to leave my little shack and make my way to the neighboring cabin. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and after a few seconds of silence - he was probably surprised and certainly not expecting anyone - a voice sounded from within.

“Who is it?” Now, I had thought this through. If this man came as far as I had come to this damn forgotten town, it was because 1) he wanted peace and quiet and 2) he was as terrified of the virus as I was. So I knew what I needed to say - what I would like to hear if the roles were reversed.

“It’s your neighbor. My name’s Y/N. I’m so sorry to disturb, but my computer broke and I need it to work and you’re the only person I’m 100% sure has been socially distancing for long enough not to put my life in risk.” After all, I would have seen if someone had come to visit him. I didn’t need to say this because both of us knew it. “Would you pretty pretty please come and check it out?”

Silence followed my question and I sighed, rubbing my sweaty forehead as I knew this was a long-shot. “I understand if you’re unable or uncomfortable doing so, I just figured I’d ask. Thanks anyway!”

I had already turned my back to his front door when I heard it swinging open, the pitter patter of paws following close behind. My eyes took in the man in front of me for only a second before looking down at the dog at his feet, head tilted in interest as he analyzed me.

Immediately, my eyes lit up. “Kal!” I exclaimed, kneeling down to let the animal sniff me so I could pet it. My heart stopped working for a second when I realized what I’d done, though.

“Sorry!” I looked up at him from my kneeling position, trying to ignore how awkward it was, considering what I was close to. “I-I do know who you are, I’m not gonna lie about that.”

I straightened up as he kept looking at me in a way I couldn’t quite define. Neither could I determine how it made me feel, just that it made me avert my gaze so I’d stare at my feet.

“So… Are you gonna help me?” He chuckled at my question, closing the door behind him and taking a step in my direction, making me fumble as I instinctively stepped back.

“Sure.” It was the first thing he spoke to me, but we walked back to my own place in silence. He had his hands in his pockets as Kal followed us closely, his tongue hanging outside his mouth as he happily explored the outside for this little while. “Come on in.”

The way the cottage was set up left little space for him to wonder where he should be helping me. The desk in which I had prepared my set-up stood right by the wall to our left, and there he went without me having to point it out.

I watched a drop of sweat roll down the nape of his neck and fall under his tank top, distracting me as I licked my lips at the sight of it. Then his head turned to look at me and I realized that he was waiting for an answer to a question I hadn’t heard.

“Yeah, huh?” He chuckled again, making my face feel warm - an not (only) because of the overwhelming heat.

“Is it okay if I disconnect the wi-fi?” I wave my hand dismissively, shrugging.

“As long as you’re able to fix this, you can do whatever the hell you want.” I got the impression that I amused him, but he didn’t say anything else as he got to work on my (seemingly) dead computer.

Minutes went by of complete silence, safe from the sounds of typing and metal as Henry worked on the machine and I tried not to bite my nails. Finally, he pulled away from the screen and put his hands on his hips as if assuming some sort of decided stance - but if it was a good or bad thing, I couldn’t tell.

“Tell me, doctor.” I asked, pushing myself away from the sofa to approach him. The smell of a man’s sweat really had no right to be this arousing. “Is it life or death?” Henry turned to stare at me with a quirked eyebrow, and in the seconds it took for him to answer, I was once again distracted by just how hot he was.

“Sorry, what?” I asked when he became silent and I realized he’d asked me something I hadn’t heard once more. His smile said he was annoyed and entertained at the same time. “Sorry, you’re hot, it’s hot, and I can’t think straight,” I sighed, brushing the hair away from my eyes as I pressed my palms against them, trying to pull myself together.

“I swear to God, I’m not crazy.” I tried to look him directly as I said that, but was surprised at what I saw when our gazes met. There was a peculiar sense of yearning that he exuded, something I couldn’t quite place but that took my breath away all the same, especially when he took my silence as an invitation to invade my personal space.

“If you want me so badly, all you have to do is ask.” Silence fell heavily and I was out of breath just from his words - not a good sign. My throat felt dry, too dry, so I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip as I struggled to say something.

“W-why, though?” He tilted his head to the side, eyes inscrutable while he judged my question, trying to understand where it came from just like I was trying to understand his interest in me, when he suddenly smiled.

“I figured it’s a nice way for you to pay me back.” It took me a second to understand what he was referring to, and then my eyes darted from the computer to him, my mouth falling open in offense until he started chuckling. “I’m joking!” But even so, the question remained…

“Sweetheart…” He spoke, voice low and velvety as two strong hands suddenly enveloped my hips. “You’re seriously underestimating how hot you are.” I didn’t know what to say, so I had to make sure I’d hear him right.

“M-me?” A predatory smirk took over his face, slowly. I gulped under its intensity, feeling much like prey as he started to back me against the couch. I fell on top of it with a gasp, and another one escaped me when he used my ankles to pull me closer.

“I wanna eat you out.” It was all I got as an answer, but I can’t say that I minded it. As he dropped to his knees before me, pulling down my underwear before spreading my legs for his eyes to take in, it felt like I got a response from the gesture in itself.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I ate pussy?” The unexpected question made me choke on my own saliva, as he chuckled darkly in amusement at my bashfulness. I could only breathe through my mouth when he leaned down to run his tongue on the edge of my lips, slowly acquainting himself with my taste, making me moan softly.

“I-I definitely and decidedly don’t.” He seemed to like this answer, understand that it delimited exactly the type of fan that I was: the kind that knew what he was and what he liked - his dog, his computer - but not someone who was obsessed with his entire dating history, eager to know his every secret.

The longer Henry ate me out, the clearer it became just how long it’d been since he’d done this. It was obviously something he liked - the way he buried his face against my cunt and engulfed it entirely with his open mouth showed so. And the fact that he licked me and sucked me like he was a starved man? This was a man denied of a pleasure he genuinely enjoyed, that much I was certain of.

“Do you like this?” He asked once he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of me, already stretching me beyond what I could do with my own hand.

“How could I not?” I managed to moan a response, making him chuckle.

“Show me how to find it,” he instructed, eyes sparkling with determination. “I want to find your sweet spot.” I’d never had someone I was with so interested in giving me pleasure before.

Hypnotized, my fingers circled his wrist as best as I could, slowly moving him to run his digits over the top of my channel. He knew when he found it because I cried out for him, closing my eyes momentarily.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, and how could I deny him that, especially when he was looking at me with those darkened eyes? He milked my orgasm until my pussy had stopped clenching around him, but the second that it was done, he growled, getting up to his knees. “Gonna fuck you now.”

He pulled me by my hair, making me moan out loud as he slowly inserted his monster cock inside of me. “Oh, God!” His groan had me panting, cunt clenching around his thickness. I couldn’t understand how I was able to take it, but I was glad that was the case. “So… tight…”

Through his grip on my hair, he pulled me to deposit quick kisses down my jaw. “You take me so well, darling.” It was a compliment I was proud to receive, even though I wasn’t too sure how I managed to earn it in the first place.

“I honestly don’t know how,” I admitted, gasping when he slowly dragged his cock out to slam it in me, but I instinctively pulled my hips away, earning an amused chuckle from him.

“Come back here,” he ordered, already pulling me back to spear me with his painfully hard length. I’d have to be inhuman not to cry out at the feeling of his bulbous head bumping against my cervix. “Are you scared?” He joked as I bit on my bottom lip not to give in and laugh. “You think I’m too big?”

“You’re more than enough, I’ll tell you that.” Now, that had his own laugh escaping his chest, making my body tremble underneath his, inadvertently getting some friction between the both of us. It earned me a moaned out, “Yes…” that got his attention back to where I hoped it would be, and as his eyes settled on me, I briefly wondered if I was prepared for what was to come.

“But now that you got all of me inside of you, do you really want to go?” The whispered question made me shiver. I never expected him to be the type to talk dirty, but then again, I never expected I’d be fucked by him, either.

“No.” It was all the permission he needed.

“Then let me fuck you hard.” And hard he did fuck me. He was hard inside of me, it probably would have been painful for him if he wasn’t so desperately trying to alleviate it by frantically fucking me against the couch.

It was the most deliciously torturous experience I’d ever gone through. I had to bite my lip while I held onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to stop my moans from escaping because I was sure that for once, I’d become a screamer.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Henry didn’t appreciate my efforts to keep his ears from deafening. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, fingers tightening on my hips. “I thought you wanted this.”

Confused, all I could think to say was, “I-I do.”

“Then let me hear you,” he insisted. “You know you can scream all you want. We’re all alone up here on the coast.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. And with that reassurance, I allowed my head to fall back and my mouth to fall open, my moans flowing freely from my body as Henry kept fucking me.

“This is so much better than touching myself in search of a release,” he mumbled at some point, like he was talking to himself. “I was so damn lonely and you have such a tight little pussy.”

Being fucked by him felt like a religious experience. Henry somehow knew the map to my pleasure, easily bringing me to the brink of bliss before I had even managed to wrap my head around this turn of events.

My moans grew louder as I climbed higher and higher, but before I could fully tip over his hand curled around my throat, not constricting any air, just calling my attention.

“Ask for permission, baby.” Just the order had me clenching around him, prompting him to release a moan of his own. All the while, I was groaning in frustration, trying to control myself or say what he wanted me to say, but all that came out of me was, “Goddamn! You can’t say stuff like that.” Henry’s laughter flowed freely once more, making my heart skip a beat. “Why not?”

“Because you’re a fucking movie star and I am not up to fall in love with you.” That had his eyebrows raising in surprise, the smile disappearing from his face before it came back as a teasing smirk.

“Oh, so this is a one-time thing.” The taunting manner in which he said it surprised me in turn, so I hesitated before nodding. I mean, of course it was, right? He didn’t even know me. This was strictly sexual and physical, I would not be fooled by my own hormones. “My cock is not enough for you to want to get to know me some is that it?” … Was he testing me?

“Yes.” His smirk only grew at the word. “This is a one-time thing.”

“We’ll see about that.” His fingers ran down my body to graze over my clit. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep it in, knowing I was going to lose. Eventually, as my thighs began to tremble, I gave in altogether.

“Please, let me cum, please.” His eyes softened at my broken and desperate plea, hand gripping my cheeks as he finally nodded.

“Keep staring at me as you cum,” he commanded, still just as bossy. “Show me how pretty you look when you cream all over my dick.” That was all I needed to succumb to the pleasure he was subjecting me to.

I felt his cock, still hard as it pumped rope after rope of cum inside of me, and by the time I was able to open my eyes again, he was panting over me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face.

I didn’t have the time to think about what I should do - push him away, try to pretend this didn’t happen - because the second I began to adjust on the couch, he pulled me to rest against his chest.

“Let’s stay here for a little while,” he quietly asked me. “Then we’ll figure out if there’s enough room for me to take you in your bed.”

[yunopouts]

photograph - n. jaemin

gif does not belong to me!

-> era: boom era! jaemin

-> pairing: photography major!jaemin x college-student girlfriend!reader

-> genre: PWP (if you squint)

-> warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f and m receiving), jaemin takes pictures while he's fucking you :P, praise kink, overstimulation, creampie, cum eating

-> word count: 2.56k

-> a/n: gonna say this AGAIN because it's important!!! everything that goes down in this fic is consensual between the reader and jaemin. it would be terrifying if it weren’t. please, whenever you are having sex, make sure that you and your partner have consented to everything that goes on in the bedroom; if something has happened that was not, please report it to someone, an authoritative figure, your best friend. just tell someone, because you are not alone and you do not have to go through that alone.

-> tags: @idkwhattotypeinhere (because you commented)

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“You’re willing to pose nude for me?” Jaemin asked a little too loudly for your liking.

“Lower your voice, will you?” you hissed, glancing around the crowded library.

“Sorry,” he whispered, his lip jutting out to form the tiniest pout- but it was gone as fast as it came. “You really wanna pose nude for me?” he wiggled his brows, his leg grazing yours from under the table.

“Only if you’re okay with it.” You sat back in the hard plastic chair, kind of regretting that you brought it up.

You love Jaemin with all your heart, and you have no problem being his model. You found it endearing whenever he asks, quite honestly. But knowing how much of a horn dog he becomes if he gets even a glance at you in a bikini- you have some hesitation saying yes.

“Of course I’m okay with it! I love seeing you naked.” He said with a loving smile. You coughed as you sipped your water, but his expression remained the same. “What? I do.” He shrugged lightly before taking a drink from his own water.

“Okay, just tell me when you decide the time and where you’re doing this. I don’t wanna do it at home, that’d be weird.” you shuddered.

Jaemin’s stomach did flips as excitement coursed through his veins. He’d been wanting to do this with you for a while- and now that he finally got an ‘abstract’ assignment from his photography class, he figured this was the perfect time to ask. His mind flashed him images of you that were definitely not family friendly, but they absolutely made him even more eager to start this ‘project’.

You watched the different emotions swirl around his irises while he stared at you with great intent. His dark eyes settled on a bone chilling look as he leaned forward, taking your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, the way princes do when they greet their princess. The sudden atmosphere change made your head spin, every move the male made grew more sensual than the ones prior.

“Tomorrow; my studio;” he spoke slowly, the way he does when he’s planning on doing something lustful to you. You tried to pull your hand away, worrying about the other students around you, but with just one sharp glance from Jaemin, your hand relaxed- ultimately submitting to him. “Why don’t we do an evening shoot, get that glowing effect of the sun right before it sets. Maybe have a cute little midnight date?” he tilted his head, giving you time to answer.

Your slow nod earned a sly grin from Jaemin, who was twirling the rings on your fingers.

“Good, see you around… let’s say, seven-thirty?” you stayed silent and nodded once again. Gently putting your hand down, Jaemin stood out of his chair and leaned over the table to kiss you quickly on the cheek. “Oh and y/n?” You looked up at the boy who was adjusting the camera bag that slung over his shoulder. “I’ll be using that reward tomorrow.” he stated before casually walking out of the library.

Your body stilled and your mouth went dry.

That reward.

-

It took you five minutes- five whole minutes just to recuperate from that one sentence. And the way he said it, it really irked you. Not in a bad way- it just left you feeling slightly unsettled.

‘I’ll be using that reward tomorrow.’

“I thought he’d forget.” you muttered to yourself as you bent down to tie your shoelace.

But alas, Jaemin never forgets anything- especially when it comes to sex. That man is like a giant picture album but with an index that tells you the exact place, date, time and the position he had you in when he was fucking you.

Shaking your head to rid it of its dirty thoughts, you looked at yourself in the mirror before you walked out of your dorm. Checking the time, you had just over forty minutes to get to a destination that was only fifteen minutes away, you decided to walk over- which helped you avoid the traffic that you were presented with when you walked out the condo’s main entrance.

It took all your brain power not to think about the reward, but it was inevitable. You imagined the way he would stand above you, snapping a picture of you while one of your fingers slipped into your panties to feel your arousal. Zooming the lense in as you plunged a finger or two into your hole.

“Y/n?” a familiar voice pulled you out of your trance. You were greeted by a smiling Jaemin, who was carrying a few bags overflowing with what looked like bed sheets. “You’re a little early, aren’t you?” you stepped inwards, giving him a small peck on his lips.

“Just wanted to help set everything up.” you took a bag, looking back at Jaemin, who was still behind you.

“Oh, well thanks.” he bumped your hip before jogging up to the doors and unlocking it. You giggled at his childish antic as you caught up with him between the open doors. The metal pieces were loud as they clanged behind you, swinging shut since they lost the force of Jaemin holding them open.

Your boyfriend led you around a corner before opening another door, which brought you into the studio.

It was large, filled with windows and had black wooden floors. There was a long plastic table in the back with a few monitors on it, wires flying everywhere from behind them. The white background was already set up with a mattress in front of it. There were no sheets on it yet, which explained the bag full of them.

“Babe, could you grab that.” the boy pointed to a stand, most likely for the strobe. When you handed it to him, your hand lingered a little longer than it should’ve. Gulping, you stared at his enclosed hand while he stared at you. “Sweetheart, you gotta let go of the stand so I can set up the strobe.” You mumbled a soft ‘sorry’ and awkwardly retracted your hand off the metal pole. “Don’t be so nervous, I’ve seen you naked plenty of times.”

“You’re not helping.”

You heard your boyfriend let out a sigh and steps stalking towards you. You slowly turned to face him when he placed his hand on your hips.

“You, little missy, are so beautiful.” he pressed his index finger into the centre of your chest. “Your body is so gorgeous. And if you’re worried about people recognizing you? Don’t worry, I can fix that. I’m a photography major after all, aren’t I?” His last words made you chuckle as he pulled you in for a soft kiss.

“Now go get ready, hm?” he winked before leaving you to finish with the technical things. There was already a small curtain that you could change behind and you did just that, calling out to your boyfriend once you’d finished.

He threw a silk sheet at you and told you to wrap it around your body. You walked out with the thin fabric and sat down on the now sheeted mattress.

“Could you move up a little, for me?” you followed his instruction and adjusted the silk as well. It covered your breasts and your heat, but that didn’t stop Jaemin’s imagination from running wild.

With every click of the camera, he imagined sharply thrusting his cock deep into you, far enough to reach your cervix. Your moans filled his head as he moved around to different angles, directing you to move the sheet over to cover other parts of the magnificent body that was going to be writhing under him soon enough.

Time passed and with a painfully hard dick, Jaemin had finally had the perfect amount of photos of his favourite thing on earth. Standing up straight, he set the camera down before stretching his upper body. Checking the watch on his wrist, the time now was ten thirty. The time had finally come.

“Y/n.” he turned towards you.

Just like yesterday, his aura changed within seconds. His happy, fairy like mood swarmed into a dark, and monstrous one. His authoritative tone made you want to sink deep into the mattress, but you knew that couldn’t happen- so you waited for his next moves. He appeared in front of you, gripping his phone tightly. Your hands flew to the button of his pants, but he stopped you.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? We don’t have to go through with it if you don’t want to.” Jaemin tilted your chin up with one of his fingers.

“I’m the one who came up with the idea.” your boyfriend scoffed and let you go, allowing you full access to his jeans. You stared at the tent in his pants, a large dark spot that was off to the side catching your eye. Leaning forward, you place a soft kiss to his clothed tip. It was the smallest action and yet a loud groan still escaped from Jaemin’s mouth.

Your fingers hooked around the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down, along with pants. He stepped out of them and you cast them aside somewhere before focusing your attention back on to the throbbing cock in front of you.

Gently taking it in your hands, you licked the tip, tasting the precum. As you wrapped your lips around his dick, Jaemin guided you with one of his hands on the back of your head as the other angled his phone above you, clicking the button. It was strange, but you felt something leak down the side of your thigh.

“Just like that, fuck, you look so hot.” his voice became strained as you took him even deeper into your throat. Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked harder to the point where the male felt like he had a suction cup around his dick. “Fuck, you’re doing so well, baby.” he growled. Whatever else of his length you couldn’t take in your mouth, your hands worked on- moving in circular motions. Your pace grew faster and Jaemin knotted his fingers in your hair, pulling back as his body jerked, cumming in your mouth. The warmth of his seed traveled down your throat as you swallowed everything he gave you.

“What a good girl you are.” Jaemin hummed, pulling you off him and pushing you down on the plush mattress. “You even ate my cum; don’t you think you deserve a reward too?” you nodded silently, but your boyfriend didn’t accept the answer. “Use your words, pretty girl.”

“Y-yes please.” you mumbled, looking away from him. Chuckling, Jaemin hovered over you and placed a light kiss on your ear; then on your jaw and then down your neck. He continued pecking and biting at your skin while he teased you, the tip of his cock sliding up and down your slit. “Jaemin,” you whined, bucking your hips to meet his cock better.

“Well if you want it that badly;” Jaemin stood on his knees, and pushed into you with a sharp thrust that had you screaming. The male’s head fell back, your pussy extra tight since neither you or him had fingered your hole. He let you adjust to him, trying hard not to move; but when you gave him the green light, the boy bottomed out, forcing you to gasp.

His first few movements were slow, until they gradually became faster. You grabbed at anything and everything, Jaemin’s forearms, his neck, his cheeks, his back- any available space you could claw your nails into, you did. In your mind you apologized for the marks you gave him, but in reality, Jaemin didn’t mind. He liked the scratches on his face cause it reminds him how good of a fucking he gave you.

“You’re pussy’s so wet and it’s all for me.” he purred. His shaggy blond hair fell in front of his eyes, blocking your view of him and you from his. You pushed his hair back and pulled him to you, enveloping your lips in a kiss as he fucked deeply into you. It was messy, teeth biting at each other’s lips, tongues swirling around in each other’s mouths.

Jaemin cursed loudly, making his way on to his knees again and bent your legs over his shoulder. “You’re doing so well, taking my cock- and especially in this position.” his wet lips grazed the skin on your calf, the cold saliva sending shivers down your spine. “Fuck, I don’t know how you do it. Your pussy is so fucking tight.”

“Jaem, gonna… shit!” your words were broken but he got the message, his hips moved faster to get the both of you to reach your orgasms. His cum painted the walls of your heat white as he came inside you. You clenched around him as his cock twitched for the second time. “More…” you said a few seconds later, coming down from your high. “more.” you whined, getting up and switching your positions, so that you could look down on him.

With a cheshire grin, Jaemin watched as you sunk down on his [still very hard] cock, enjoying how the cum dripped out and down from your pussy and on to his dick. He giggled to himself as he placed his thumb on your clit, earning a jumble of swear words from you. With his other hand, he swiped his phone open and clicked the button. You moaned loudly when you heard the shutter of the camera, turning you on even more- if that were possible.

“Somebody really likes being photographed.” Jaemin bit his lip. “Wanna be my own model? Want me to take pictures of you every time we fuck? Wanna remember how my cum drips out of your tight little pussy?” you let out an incoherent whine as you bounced on his dick. More pictures were taken as his thumb continued to ruin your clit. The pressure of Jaemin’s finger and the tightness of your clenched pussy made you both cum instantly.

“Babe,” Jaemin sighed tiredly. “You’re gonna break my dick.” you let out a breathless laugh, apologizing for how you flopped backwards without getting off of him.

For the last time, Jaemin switched his position and sat with his nose inches away from your clit.

“What are you doing- oh shit.” you cried as you felt a warm tongue on your abused nub. “Fuck Jaemin that feels so good.” you felt tears prick your dry eyes as you squeezed them shut, squirming around under your boyfriend's touch. Your folds were slick with a mixture of his cum and yours, and now his saliva as he ate you out like it was his last meal.

As his tongue darted in and out of your hole, pleasure rolled over your body as you came for the third time that night. Your chest heaved up and down, trying to catch your breath as Jaemin crawled up to tower above you. When he kissed you, you could taste his cum on his tongue, and you practically sucked it off.

“I think we just discovered a shared kink of ours.” he huffed from beside you.

“Shut up.” you lazily hit him in the chest and began laughing, Jaemin joining in too.

[pndnj]

Cathartic- Yellow Metal Lyrics

Heres where I am with the lyrics, I referenced @25Goldenn on twitter for some of it that I couldn’t comprehend. 

*music*

0:23

Dark matter, like painted splatters, they fit better, the old saying, the way it goes, better the devil you do then you don’t know. I hit pedals and switch levers, my heart metal, I can't settle, im part trouble, they are not subtle. I fuck good so fuck cuddles, burst bubbles the thrist levels at new heights, i down doubles, and got baked til I felt high, my face puzzled, felt muddled, far strung and your floors woodent, the thought might but the fit wouldn’t. A fortnight

0:46 - 1:00

And I thought right, it’s all bark and no bite, I’m Tony Stark still embarking on a dream, took a bit of time to take darkness from the team. Seen what I saw. Heartless on the sleeve. Tried to burn my wings, so I put them in a piece on my chest , at peace no rest.

1:00-1:15

Flipped this on it’s head. Rip the script up now, flip it don’t pretend, slipping shit again, Fakers all around me, I’ve been living in pretense. Fake friends won’t make amends. There’s no need, these mean comments control the scenes. Attentionseekers, the spine is weakened

1:15-1:24

This family needs, what a family needs, and the planet bleeds, the damaged trees. It’s never leaving til we ascend so fuck the fence, and until they stop killing colour it’s fuck the feds.

1:22 - 1:44

You must be off it, I mean it, you know you ain’t never get with the judging and I used to dread growing my beard too long, never felt I belonged, but it's really long like a minute I ain’t looking to no mans for the limits, They’re feeling timid, I’m telling them who they mimic, why they don't look like a clinic …. Why they don't get no women, Still, we’re just fucking girls, Lost in the wrong world, Jurassic, now to this vermin

1:41-  1: 50

Kicking the game I’m serving, these losers are never learning, my fire is forever burning, adding it to my fuel, seems like I’m always focused on never becoming you, These locals that rob us feeling … was for a reason.

1:52-2:02

I’m seeing my new beginnings, watch out this loser’s winning, and no water is too deep to swim in Like I’m about to see a killing, I’m all the way that and living, flawless and feeling lawless, the prison now to the gimmicks, my vision is set to something,

2:03-:2:20

I’m watching you bitches plummet, no matches here for my cunning, you rappers are feeling done in, switching your genre, running and Running your jaw, stunting, pulling at straws, something  I think you’re a poor effort, deaf and tone deaf and I ain’t treat you separate. Living, I’m in my element, riding it like a … never lose me to fentanyl, scared when I take a benadryl. Keeping it green in general

2:20- 2:46

Think that you remain irrelevant. Look at yourself with reverence, hoping to always elevate. Celibate of these thoughts, killing themselves with sedatives. In comparison to eminem, you’re feeling feminine. Impolitically correct, still dropping on my dick. And I never gave a fuck about what they say abt my shit, I’ve been moving things in my mind like it’s this mountain dew Memories have made me wonder if one day I’m after you. What’s the purpose that you do, is what you're hoping that they learn, i’d like to say i’m done but it’s getting up on my nerves

2:46 -2:55

I’m looking at my life, saying what do I deserve. It’s hard to say I know when I’m walking through the dirt. Talking while you’re nothing I can see for what it’s worth. I’m tired of feeling hurt and I’ve tried enough but nothing works.

2:55-3:40

I’m racking up excuses while I’m slacking off on work. Chit chatting is the usual, talking to this clerk, i beg you don’t include me. I might write it on my shirt so everytime they see me, the oldest know to swerve. SWERVE Life is potent, bits of fucked shit… till they took notice weren’t  no hocus pocus, it was hard work that got me heard so i put in the graph like google maps but the whole earth

… around my door mat, taking over like the drones, rolling dirt up in miles like the water, and exploding like Annas hematoma. Don't need to see a slammer to know that I don't want to go man

I’m a showman. I’m just focused on the drama… like i’ve got my own insurance, show myself the pain, like i boxed it in the frame, if we’re about to talk greatness im great, the way you have to say my name like beyonce

“Say my name”

4:00-4:46

Just a bum with a cigarette, sun coming up, all my thoughts on the internet. Feeling deep, I’m just bored with the silhouette single sec,  get fucked up for the thrill of it . killer streak playing Pacman. Like I came from the Philippines vanilla bean still a thing for the thrill of scene,

Theres a beam, UFO, Leave it well alone  I aint moving, stood still on the peloton, telephone and its always on the dial tone,  it's been a while since i’ve smiled at a milestone, seen a big pile in my mind stone, me against the world on my Jack Jones, Like I’m John Jones, With pictures in the condo, far from John Doe, in the ___, like I'm Johnny Bravo, got pravado, with a small dick sitting in golados, feeling far gone, cuz that last hit was the good shit, was that stay lit

4:48-5:02

You can never take my shit come and get me. On the top floor,  cloud 9, fading, never bailing, felt amazing, inhaling, til my lungs two guns blazing. Overcome all the stunts that I pulled. A suit of just skin and then wool

5:02- 5:17

This life doesn’t give you no armour, a lot of myself can harm ya. I swear on what’s good, that I’m here till they take me. I pray that I’m wrinkled, at least over 80, and start moving like a ruler, ?damaged? Like a computer going fast, bars from the jeweler, bring the songs to the beach in hopes of finding tuna

5:18-5:36

…

5:36- 6:16

Grab a bat, lose my rag. Couple things got me mad, a couple people got me wrong and now I’m changing up the swag. Coming in and stealing it, I might take the whole bag. Feeling undefeated, I’m a beast with a reason, and imma lead the whole pack. Fearless like I’m Caesar, I’m just waiting for a chance to fill it up with diesel, and all I've been achieving is clocking miles in its region, moving like a legion.

Promise that I made to myself an allegiance. Do you still believe I’m a fool for ever leaving, staring at the ceiling, can never put a cap on achieving. I’m just here for the rap, then I’m leaving.

I’ve had about enough of being my own enemy, it’s time I grew up,  a long way from 17. Always went against the grain, struggles in my life. Got some things to say when I stand up on a mike.

6:16-6:32

I ain’t dropping this for fame, I need this time, like therapy, it’s just to keep me sane. The truth is on my medicine, can’t put that on your plate.

Speeding into everything, bout time I fixed the brakes. Don’t say I can’t communicate , you know I conversate with you in several different ways. And I know you know it’s references, looking at your face.

6:33- 6:53

Can’t justify mistakes, like every man that made them, seems I ain't  the one to blame. Lying to myself, only had so much to gain, so now I’m switching up the plate, see if that affects the place, im at on most days

I ain’t going with the usual so they looking at me strange. Confused, I can feel it all,  I’m here to make a change. It’s cold at 3am outside, I’m walking with the dog, thanking god that you don’t talk at all, my mind is switching off

6:54-7:12

Driving down to find myself, cuz I’ve been getting lost, lived this selfless life and found I can give a toss. Lessons that I’ve learned I’ve tried teaching to myself. What I’ve learnt from certain people is that they’re better than myself.

So I surround myself with real ones, and you feel the plastic melt. Like burning toy soldiers that used to go up on the shelf. Recycle the ideas, conveying on the belt

7:14-7:29

.. circus, always hurting the way we felt? Embarrassed that we dreamt of bigger things and letting go of notions till we feel them in cement

Tired of only hoping, we feel broken men. Cuz the gravity is weight and has kept us to the ground, see the only people speaking with favors in their mouths

7:46-7:58

Got killer rhymes… no fillers, like godzilla, eating clouds cuz my smokes thicker, throat licker, my dope sicker, bringing people their hope like im the pope slicker,  i hope you’re getting the point cuz i walk quicker

I thought my city was shit bcs I want bigger like my zipper couldn’t zip up fed up with the…my love is fickle.. Residual age has a primitive face

I see demise for your limited ways, Left it to simmer, simmer away…a fake glimmer in the haze

8:09-8:11

Feeling trapped this industry is a cage

8:34-8:50

Nobody’s speaking the truth, I’m offended by the State. Look at the state of the news, I’ve decided the argument, reciting my views, while they’ve been sat in their chairs, I’m feeling pressure to choose.

Standing here as one man, how can I do half when you’re half the person I am. If it wasn’t in your life, you didn’t choose it. It’s the funny thing about music. It’s the pain and beauty of it.

8:52-9:11

Don’t give a fuck what my suit is, it looks good so I wear it, better than the shoot that People’s wearing, changing the whole narrative for these basics and scarcity

Been facing the racists from back when i were a kiddie .born up in in 93’. been living in Bradford City..kicked me out of the schools, they had a problem with me hitting the kids that would call me p*** still sitting in the classroom chilling, and i'm angry now that I’m older I see they treat us different

9:12-9:25

got me thinking I’m the problem cuz they never dealt with those issues.

20 years later I’m still in the same boat, tryna treat me like my grandpa, say I came up off the boat. Came to tell you what I stand for, man I think you’re shit, a joke. How can I be civil, when they got me by the throat

9:25-9:35

Pushing my feelings down, you ain’t got it like them

‘Boy your skin is so light’, ok motherfucker take my name up on a flight. Try to convince immigration that your bloodline’s half white.

9:35-9:45

I don’t know how that’s acceptable, when life is more susceptible to perception, be the death of them. I’ve been looking at the sky saying where’s that day of reckoning, you had your prophets right when they say that you would speak to them.

9:45-9:55

I need justice in this life and I trust that it’s my fight, cuz when I’m writing it feels right to have them focused on the facts again. Focused on the rap again, hoping for the change, gunna put this on the map again

9:55-10:16

Writing in all caps again, the pain, it goes through me so I write the letter. All the shit that could have brought me but made me better.

I’m at home with a pain in my soul , yeh rap… cuz you know I was too real to contest it, my time was invested. Now I look at the industry, I see it infested, looking like kids who would write on nesquik.

10:17-10:29

My name ain’t on the list unless they label it ethnic.

I ain’t never gave a fuck about these jokers and jesters. Ain’t no answers for these things, so just save us the questions, man allowed of violence, cuz my silence is deafening, your opinion stinks, somebody get him a breath mint.

10:30- 10:42

Start to understand why they think that I’m threatening, I move in certain ways, couldn’t slow me with ketamine Now they all wanna hear me, got a table at letterman. Direction changed, like I changed up the lettering. Don’t believe the age ,bcs I move like a veteran.

10:42 - 10:47

Raised on the benefit for whose benefit, they’ll never learn shit, man, if the shoe fits.

…no words coming out when you open your mouth

And to be honest, it’s insulting, offensive to my wounds that have been salting. Tryna ask me questions that they know I never answer. I’d rather sit online and reply to the fan art

11:00-11:06

Fuck a sports car, coming through when i rapped

tell you what I like, farm life and the tractor

11:06- 11:17

Fake life, 'sup online, suck a fat one. You don’t wanna buy into that, none of that son. Sitting in the garden 98’ in the Datsun,  seen some hot summers but I still remember that sun.

*music*

11:51- 12:34

I make millions off of my pain, cause I know a few millions still living that way

Dealing with the hurt, they should know cause they don’t deserve it, it hit deep cause i hit the nerve. Only way that the sheep learn if the street firm, in my ways I don’t wanna change, everything just stay the same

Who you tryna convince you understand, cant maintain, let the lights dim some,  get the Chow Mein, flex, get the tape, right up at night

Why these men be nice to my face, be nice,  i ain’t tryna be a gangsta ruins my vibe

Rather be low-key and on my phone. Never need the trophy or the show piece

Never show peace in a North Face fleece. Show kids this like i wrote my flip

Cause the sign might fit till the start i’m sick

12:37-13:05

Now you see where I come from, the world don’t. Only achievement in this life is the Jordans. Committing petty crimes out of boredom, we can’t afford them. So I stole it, need a rolex

Go make sense, get yourself a job, It’s a poor man’s game tryna sit and pray to god, he ain’t sorting out your problems, gotta sort them out yourself

Used to tell us fables, now I’m writing them myself, Cause we raw like animals we all just need some help

Cathartic, I’m an artist, trying to put my heart in

Felt double crossed like Leo in Departed

13:05- 13:27

For the knowledge i’m not charging see I got it all free

But my hunger kept me starving like i’m feening for the feed

I just Need a reason to see me bleeding for my creed. Trick you with the words like I keep em up my sleeve. Picking where I fit, I see me sitting with the queen

I ain’t doing it unless you’re used to saying please

Let me flow a bit, before I sting 'em with the bees, They tryna kill us with disease

(Music)

13:34- 14:12

Why does it feel like they had the same notebook and the same four looks

Like the rain won't touch on their face, so sus when they lie don’t trust not a minor

Please no fuss, I just move through the game like must

Something in the way i adjust till i stick, Free falling like the ship, free fall till i bust

Remember 21 brother gave no fucks. Trying to project when they give them looks

In the projects, in the objects us

In my own way, never gave me love, shoulda never started this, broken hearted kid

Dried up the feeling till I stole the lid

Don’t wanna relish in the fame but I can’t resist

14:46-14:58

I like the way we feel, I like the way, I like the way

Ain’t no mistake, i am a being

I ain’t tryna be a leader, been selling out since Jesus

All my rhymes are for the readers, between the lines, like Father time, I fuck Mother Nature

14:58-15:40

That’s what they get, the connotations. Tell 'em I lived a life, and then I lived a life of adjacent? like its…. and played it patient.

Alone on my own spaceship, always tryna find greatness, still defying lines, but I’m fighting in my prime.

Shining light like Kylo while imma kill it all the time. Aging like I’m wine

Asian in my face, but still my race you can’t define. Focused on defiance, imma fight it while it’s life.

Started something sick and on my mind is what’s next, just became a dad so now I’m taking all the cheques. Better know I’m staying and paying like it’s debt. Imma get it done, if it’s taking all my breath, sweat, and down I ain’t messing around til I’m the best

Speaking in full sentences, shoulda thought about a strategy before you went at the stratosphere about this… rings around Saturn, this ain’t a battle, I’m sat, I’m here

15:40-16:22

Catch me doing magic, hired and sounding tragic I think you could use practice and until that you get the blacklist and pull like a … actress? Fooling them like a catfish, schooling like a legend, happy to be the reference, fusing like iridescence, leaving them all guessing, leaking out of my brain like a pipe I aint fixing, shining like a star you can see it from a distance

Aint many of me around p*** I’m just different Certain stages to this level aint here because fame is to the devil fuck a label, imma do this from the ghetto, clean up like Im Dettol

I’m the man to put a bet on, sight smart like a weapon,  this is my kind of setting, i write the world I’m sat in, while these others live on hype, i see them fight in how they type, the fruit is ripe for the taking, i think i might

16:22-16:57

Let me take you away from here, Let me take you away from here, Let me take you away from here

16:58- 17:47

Eccentric things are mentioned like a kid stuck in detention tryna escape im just spitting what is written on the next page, spitting image of my dad in his young days

Born sinner when i’m livid i say fucks sake

Don’t worry i’m too cunning with no plumbing, the waterworks, i sung something that resonates, i thought it first like giving birth to the parrot perch

They see me do it and they know it works

Don’t know what’s worse: the way that you live your life or the way that you write a verse

You’ll be nervous, you don’t deserve it we’ll scratch the surface ill leave a crater, lift the dirt up to find the hurting

Can’t know for certain nothing is guaranteed, tryna be a better person than the world deserves to see cuz i see a lot of sharks still swimming in the sea

Cease and arrest what’s the reason.. And these the kinda kids we bringing up next

Distorted reality, all they needed was family, too hard to face, to see what the damage is

17:47

*i don’t wanna be, i don’t wanna be, a part of this, no, i don’t wanna be, i don’t wanna be, a part of this, *

18:04-18:38

Sometimes they ask the questions too deep to form a sentence, to disform, is this the norm, is this the sentence i feel defenseless i played the setlist, and all my sweat blood and tears, forgot to mention feeling lost, going off into different sections i feel like love wrecked it

If it’s not a drug why am i waiting for the next fix, affected, i cant believe that you left this

I guess I leave for the best wish, moving on like im fine for the lectures

We see it all from spectrums, cuz if we’re falling down we can fall down together

Staircase to heaven, mirror down the middle like 11, resentment on one side it won’t settle

18:38- 19:14

Mind fried but taking sense, they aint got a sense of themselves in the rich ends

Need to spell it out for them.. Made for them so witness

I know you feel afflicted but you always love it with me while im laughing at you, ya think you’re laughing with me

I try to (i love you) but im grown so they don’t fit me, my body thrown from the new to this old city so Im sick of sitting on my own, feeling so shitty, i’ve been on roads where its cold and the snow hitting

Its okay to be yourself, sit and talking to myself

I’ve been walking for the longest, just need a little rest, know i ain’t the strongest, I can feel it in my chest, talking about my feelings and of me, they get the best

19:14-19:59

They aint leaving, seeing breathing in my breath

Till death do us part is just seeded in my heart, like a work of art

Never winning,im just scared

Cant begin from the start, do i play a part in the rhythm of the night

I guess i’m onto something cuz the dark is feeling right

Every cloud got a lining, put my own miles  in, like moralis, figured that they’re jealous, that they could just never tell us to change because the weather never made me question whether or not i’m not that level

Got rid of all the bullshit sitting in my way, most of them are full of shit i see it every day

I do hearing the same things that i do, maybe that shits hitting like haiku

How much do you pay for them to hype you

Recycle your flaws but they aint like new, leaving and conceded and full of diesel like engines that need a cleaning, the ending will be revealing. Even though we ain’t raising the facts, now we been facing.

20:01-20:52

The cactus with spikes, needing spaces. Different faces, the same story. A full body like straight body direct to your system.

Could never tell 'em we missed’ em. Not even with the thoughts, we gift them. Cuz they just take advantage, guess we are caught in a system.

My soul pouring out details of borrowed time, had enough of a fill, this is for sorrow time. I’m seeing visions of Heaven, I seen the severed line, between the gospel they speak and when theyre telling lies.

Remember telling a friend of mine, you’d sent of mine, identified like a 3rd eye. Got a habit of knowing now where the dirt lies. So benign. I ain’t sober after 9, so I fuck their minds. Why you flipping out, see another

Try to rep it from the city, fuck a chiller crew, repping for the nittys, trying to keep us down, raised on the social, don’t want to let us out of the system. Me, I insist we assist them, me alone putting shifts til I lift them

20:53-21:12

I know it’s hard, that’s why I like it, I’m fit to fight it, I’m from the North, I’m backing Tyson, it’s been decided, don’t see no light. They needing guiding, just redefining, realizing, I’m realigning, in full finance, they stay silenced.

Can’t be louder, I’m juiced up with no powder. I fix shit like a slick spanner. Gone green like Bruce Banner. So free Gaza on my banner

21:12-21:51

The real McCoy, I ain’t nothing to toy with, signifying peace like a Japanese Koi Fish. How did this happen, we’re moving backwards in our timeline, killing us with cyanide, Right up for the freedom 'til we transform like Ironhide

This is bout my feelings, the way that I move affects the fate that I’m sealing. Can’t say nothing, with that something being on the page, kept inside the pen like the bars that have been kept caged. See I always had a plan, since I was young, we had nothing man

Now it’s been a few years since I ain’t seen the fam, on foreign lands. Bout to climb Everest in the avalanche. Right into the riddles as soon as you were born. Never asking the question cuz it’s the norm. See I’m in a questionin’ session

21:52-22:03

Like the manner got a method to teaching a lesson, listen to MF Doom, he taught me like Ra’s Al Ghul. Felt like living in Gotham, the people were rotten. Still we play cartoons so it’s never forgotten.

22:03-22:15

Chilling at the top but we came from the bottom. Writing and jottin for them life by, spotting the difference

*Dreams, was growing out of me, sun promising that tomorrow it will rise, time playing games with my mind, I swear it will pass us by

Train goes on the tracks, smoke, I’m tired to hide my thoughts, so blinded in flames, Don’t know where we’re going, I have no way of knowing, only see what’s in my head

Can’t we wait a minute, so we can savour this, It’s on my brain again, these days, It on my brain again these days”

23:10-23:46

They’re hating on Palestine ways, The oh no Palace playing Prince on the Steinway, Sending out mind waves, stop them like crimewaves, Freedom fighter, Yellow Metal is my name

Like vipers, I see the sly ones, the snake that’s called Biden, none of them abiding what they might put in writing

We should be used to it by now, say whatever for the vote and then just choose another route, say they’d never kill another unless that brother’s skin is brown

I’m just telling you the facts, if you can’t take it, the truth naked, to bare bones and my thoughts lately, spitting politics.. Done ain’t it, Shit just gets me vexed, and now I’m sitting that I think of it

23:45-23:59

Feeling on the brink of it, whatever it is, Figure out some shit at least it feels that way

talk about my feelings and I don’t feel so strange, finding solace, that’s a promise, in Metropolis but being honest, can’t write a sonnet, without some pain

24:00-24:40

Can’t fade away, away so we can savour this, been on my brain again these days

Can't find a way to be so you can savour this, been on my brain these days

Singing the song for another, singing a song for another

[whatisthiswritingthing]

Who’s a good Marshmallow? - Christen Press x Reader

Prompt:  Can you do one with some cute/silly moments between r and christen. Like for example, r has a pet and is like “babyyy!” To get its attention and squish it lol but then all you hear is a bunch of commotion as cp comes sliding in ready for cuddles or to defend her baby (r) and the team facepalm/tease cp but r finds cp adorable. Or the other way around, cute moments like that. Just some cp x r fluff and cuteness pls :p

“Who’s a good little marshmallow?!” Y/N said excited, squatting down to ruffle the ears of the large white and brown dog.

The large dog dropped his bright orange ball in the snow at Y/N’s feet. She picked up ball, throwing it as far as she good, the do quickly turning and running through the snow to chase it.

The dog quickly brought the ball back, dropping it into Y/N mitted hand. “Good boy!” Y/N said, throwing the ball again.

The game continuing on for several minutes. The large dog loving being in the snow, lost interest in the game to just run through the snow, periodically flopping down and rolling in it as the duo continue their walk.

“You’re such a marshmallow,” Y/N laughed to herself, watching the dog play around in the snow.

A couple days later, the rest of the national team would be in Chicago for camp and a game.

The snow would be gone by then, hopefully, but there would still be a chill in the air. While Y/N and her dog loved the snow, many of the soccer players were not as inclined to find the same joy.

The first practice with all the players still saw a small layer of snow on the grass, majority of it having been pushed off for the practice to occur. The sun shone high in the sky, warming the day, but still many players were bundled in the teams thick coats, gloves, hats, and neck warmers for the duration of the practice.

“You look like a marshmallow,” Y/N teased Christen as she stood on the sideline, bouncing on her toes in attempt to warm up.

“Not all of us grew up in this igloo you call a city,” Christen shivered, blowing on her gloved hands. Y/N pulled Christen to

 her chest, who in turn quickly nestled her head into Y/N’s neck to warm her cold nose.

“Come on Marshmallow, let’s get you to the bus and thaw you out,” Y/N teased, guiding her chilled girlfriend off field

The rest of the team watching on at the cute interaction between the two, Christen remaining burrowed as close to Y/N as possible while Y/N carried both their bags to the bus.

Practice the next day was warmer but Christen still had herself bundled in all the warmest gear the team had.

“Hey Marshmallow, how are you planning on practicing with all that on?” Y/N teased again, only wearing a pair of tights under her shorts with a thermal long sleeve training jersey. “You are insane only wearing that, how are you not covered in frost bite?” Christen looked on shocked. “You need a coat and a hat, gloves at least.”

“I’ll put some on if I get cold,” Y/N chuckled, “I grew up in this igloo called a city, remember?”

After practice, players watched as Y/N jogged to the other side of the field as a large white dog came bounding towards her.

“Come here you big marshmallow!” Y/N yelled, kneeling as the dog ran full speed into her.

“Good boy! Such a good marshmallow!” Y/N took the hit as the dog ran into her, immediately ruffling his fur.

Several of the players came over to meet the dog and join the fun, taking turns throwing the ball or playing keep away with one of the older soccer balls. The dog bounced around, greeting each player as they joined, dropping the ball to anyone who would play with him. Many of the players stayed out in the cold to continue playing with Y/N and the large dog. Once they were all sufficiently cold, they made their way back to the bus to go back to the hotel.

“You go warm up marshmallow, I’ll meet you back at the hotel,” Y/N said, rustling her nose into Christens neck, giving her a hug before jogging over to the large dog.

Tobin watched the couple, confused. Wasn’t marshmallow the dog?

Christen and Tobin made their way to the bus while Y/C collected her large dog and left in a separate vehicle.

Later that night at the team dinner, Rose was gushing over how much fun she had playing with Y/N’s dog at practice, asking to see all the pictures and when she could play with him again.

Y/N showed Rose and any other players that asked the plethora of pictures she had of the dog on her phone.

“I’ll see if Vlatko will let me bring him after practice again tomorrow. That guy loves the snow, he would live outside if I let him,” Y/N commented.

Practice the next day was slightly warmer, but still had Christen covered in the large puffy team coat.

“You are still looking very marshmallow like still, so sweet I could eat you right up,” Y/N winked at Christen as they got ready for practice.

Several fake gags were heard around them.

“You two are so gross.” Sonnett shoved past both of them, pretending to dry heave.

Y/N winked at Christen again and jogged away, leaving Christen to blush under her neck warmer.

After practice was over, Y/N went over to her car and got the large dog out to play with the team again. The dog quickly running after the ball Rose kicked for him. 

The team continued to play with the dog as it began to snow again.

Christen made her way over to Y/N to warm up. Y/N wrapped her arms Christen, pulling her tight to her body.

“Marshmallow,” she whispered affectionately as Christen tucked her faced into Y/N’s neck.

“Did you just call Christen marshmallow?’ Tobin asked.

“Yea, she looks like a marshmallow in the puffy coat,” Y/N said, wondering where Tobin was going with the question.

“Isn’t your dog Marshmallow?” Tobin was very confused now.

“No, my dogs name is Jaw,” Y/N cocked her head to the side, “Why would I call Christen after my dog?”

“Jaws?” Tobin clarified.

“Yeah, he nipped a lot as a puppy, and at everything,” Y/N said, accenting everything.

Christen giggled into Y/N’s neck.

“Babe, you’ve been calling me a marshmallow the last two days because of the puffy coat.”

Tobin rolled her eyes at the couple and weirdness of the pet names for both dog and girlfriend.

The couple split apart to go gather their things to leave, the dog having grown bored of theother players trotted over to them to wait.

“Ready to go marshmallow?” Y/N asked looking at the dog laying in the snow. The dog sat up, ready to follow Y/N.

“Yea, just a second babe,” Christen replied without looking up.

The team all immediately bursting out into laughter.

“I was talking to Jaws Chris, but glad you are ready too,” Y/N winked.

“Wait, the dogs name is Jaws?” Rose asked, confused now. “Not marshmallow?”

Y/N just nodded.

“So why did they both respond to marshmallow?” Sam asked too, equally confused.

“Because Y/N thinks I look like a marshmallow in the puffy coats, so she has been calling me that the last couple days,” Christen rolled her eyes.

“Did you guys think I had the same name for my dog and nickname for my girlfriend?” Y/N asked, confused. “That’s just weird. I could call you Jaws though, that’s a fitting nickname too.”

Y/N bit at the air towards Christen, shooting her a wink.

“You guys are so weird.”

[lilchibi-chan]

Kenma x Black Fem! Reader

This is inspired by an ASMR that I recently listened to by Jae ASMR. I instantly thought of kenma and I don’t have any works (I think) solely focused on Kenma, so yeah. Hope y’all enjoy!

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Content: needy reader, heavy teasing, praising, oral receiving and giving, dominant kenma, sex

Today, you decide to go over to Kenma’s. It’s winter time and snow is flurrying lightly in the air.

You have your hair in box braids to protect it from the harsh weather and you’re wearing a hat to protect your scalp.

You ring his doorbell and he let’s you in.

You start to take off your outer wear and shoes and he helps you by hanging up your coat. He then hands you the pair of slippers he got for you when you come over.

“Hey pudding,” he says softly

“Hey,” you say hugging him

He grabs ahold of your hands

“Your fingers are like ice,” he says concerned

He grabs a a heating bag and fills it with warm water from the sink.

“Here,” he says handing you the bag

You take it from him and softly smile.

“Thank you, Ken,” you say, then kiss him

He has a kotatsu set up in the living room and he sat on the side closest to the tv.

You sit down on the opposite of him, watching as he played his game with his online friends.

You still had a slight chill and wanted a blanket, but didn’t wanna leave the kotatsu.

You reach across and lightly poke him in the back, close to the area where he’s ticklish.

A small laugh escapes him.

“Hold on everyone,” he says, then covers his mic

“Yes, pudding,” he says, facing you

“Can you get me a blanket please,” you ask with pleading eyes

He laughs softly

“Of course,” he says

“Guys, I’ll be right back,” he says, then gets up and goes to the hall closet to get you a fluffy blanket

“Here you go,” he says, handing you the blanket

You take it from him and he went back to playing.

You wrap the blanket around you and the combined warmth of the heat from the kotatsu and from the blanket feels like heaven.

You spend some time on your phone, going from app to app until you get bored and decide you want some attention from Kenma.

You start to move closer to where he’s sitting, until you are right next to him.

You put your head on his shoulder and stare at him for a moment, watching how he focuses on the game.

You move closer and start to give him butterfly kisses.

“What’re you doing,” he asks with laughter

“I’m giving you kisses, just with my eyelashes,” you say in a baby voice

“You’re such a dork,” he says laughing and then kisses you on the forehead

He goes back to his game and you try to think of another way to get his attention.

You decide to poke his cheek, which causes him to giggle. He doesn’t think much of it, so his focus is still on the game.

You then poke his arm and his stomach, which takes his attention away from the game.

“Yes pudding. Is there a reason as to why you’re poking me,” he asks

“I wanna cuddle,” you say with puppy dog eyes

“How ‘bout this,” he starts,“you can lay in my lap until I’m finished, okay?”

“Okay,” you say repositioning yourself

Once you finally get comfortable, Kenma kisses you on your lips

“I love you,” you say to him

“I love you too, kitten,” he says

He’s still playing and talking to his friends a couple of hours later.

You sit up and find your spot next to him

“Hello sleepy head,” he says once you sit up

“I fell asleep,” you ask groggily

“Yeah,” he says with a smile,“you looked so cute”

You hide your face from embarrassment and then a thought pops in your head

“OhMyGod! Did I snore?!” You whisper yell

He laughs

“No baby, you didn’t. You were very relaxed,” he says

“Kenma are you there,” you hear Kuroo ask on the other side

“Yeah..I’m here..sorry, I got distracted”

“Nah, it’s cool. Are you ready though?”

“Y-yeah”

You lay your head in the crook of his neck as he queues up to play.

While he plays, you decide to tease him a little by placing small kisses on his neck

“Pudding~, you’re very needy today, aren’t you,” he asks

“If you’re gonna do that, you have to be very quiet because they can hear everything you’re doing right now,” he says whispering

Kenma’s breathing starts getting heavier

“Hey, you alright Kenma,” Hinata asks

He clears his throat

“Uh, yeah... I was just yawning. I’m getting kinda tired, so this might be my last round,” he says, then looks down at you

He strokes your head as you continue teasing him in different ways, trying to get him to end his game sooner, but he doesn’t budge.

He plays the whole round, trying to give you as much attention as he could and remain composed.

“Alright guys, thanks for playing,” Kenma starts

“Yeah, it was great. Invite me anytime Kenma,” Hinata says happily

“Yeah, I will Hinata.”

“You already know I’m down to be your gaming partner anytime Kenma,” Kuroo says

“Okay guys, goody bye,” he says

“Bye,” they all say in unison

He removes his headphones and turns off his gaming system

“Now back to you,” he says looking at you

He pins you to the floor.

“You thought you could tease me and get away with it huh,” he starts,“well a pretty known fact about me is I can beat any final boss that gets in my way of the prize.”

He goes straight for your neck, kissing and nipping the skin as you had done to him earlier.

You try to move your hands, but he keeps them pinned above your head.

“It’s not so fun when you can’t do anything is it,” he says teasing you

Your face goes warm as a glint of hunger appears in his eyes.

“You wanna play,” he starts,“c’mon, let’s play”

He kisses your lips and you accept. The kisses become more passionate and hungry.

“Kenma,” you say interrupting,“c-could we m-maybe go somewhere m-more private?”

“Pudding, we’re in my house and no one else lives here. You know that,” he says trying to reassure you

“Y-yeah, but I still feel exposed for some reason,” you say shyly

He smiles

“You’re so cute,” he says bopping your nose

He gets off of you and stands up. He then places his hands out to help you off the floor.

He starts kissing you again, his hands around your waist and guiding you to his room

Once there, he lays you down on the bed gently.

He hovers over you and starts to give you soft,slow kisses on your lips, heightening the anticipation.

“You wanted my attention, now I’m all yours kitten,” he says in your ear

“Spread your legs,” he again whispers in your ear and you do as he says

“Good girl,” he says, sliding a hand down your pants and swirling a finger on your clit

“I want you to beg for it.”

You’re surprised by Kenma’s sadistic nature, he’s usually very loving and attentive, but tonight it’s like an animal has taken over him.

You let out small moans as the circles on your clit get slower and longer.

He pulls off your pants, along with your underwear and heads back to your clit, this time with two fingers.

“Beg,” he commands

“P-please Kenma...I want you,” you say, slightly breathless

He proceeds to enter you with his fingers.

“Hmph,” he laughs,“you’re already so wet..and we have barely just begun.”

He softly and slowly fingers you until your juices are flowing down his fingers and your body aches with pleasure.

“Tell me what you want, kitten.”

“I-I w-want y-you,” you say, barely being able to speak from the sensations that you are feeling

“Say please,” he commands

“P-please Kenma, I w-want y-you. I n-need you inside of me. I c-can’t take it anymore,” you say pleading

“Music to my ears,” he says leaning down in your ear

He takes out a condom and rolls on his erect and throbbing member.

Seeing him so aroused made you crave him even more.

You can’t lie, you like seeing this side of Kenma. It’s the quiet ones you always have to look out for and this situation was proving that very fact.

He slowly slides inside of you, half way. His strokes are slow, but he almost hits your spot.

Once he gets more comfortable, he starts going deeper and speeds up his pace, causing moans to escape your lips

“Kenma..wait,” you say stopping him

“What is it,” he asks concerned

“I...wanna feel you,” you say nervously

He looks down at his dick, then back at you

“Are you sure, kitten,” he asks, making sure this is what you really want and that you’re absolutely positive in your decision

“Yes. I’m sure,” you say confidently

He slides out and removes the condom.

He pauses for a moment before he re-enters you and once he does, the sensation is a lot to bear. He feels very part of you squelching around him, awakening something deep within him.

“Fuck,” he moans under his breath

His pace quickens as the warmth and slickness of your walls suck him in with each thrust. Feeling every part of you felt even better to him than beating a game or passing a hard level.

“You feel so fucking good, kitten. Fuck, I can’t take it,” he says, reveling in this moment

You smile in response

“You are so beautiful, y/n. I still..can’t believe..we’re together.. Even after this long,” he says honestly while thrusting into you

“Ken,” you say flattered by his words

He continues thrusting until you reach your orgasm

Your moans fill the room as you try to come down from the pressure between your legs

Kenma pulls out and whispers in your ear

“I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

He makes his way down your body, leaving a trail of kisses anywhere he could.

He places his mouth near your now sopping wet cunt and and decides he won’t indulge you just yet.

He goes to your thighs and starts nipping and sucking at the skin between your lips and your thighs. That are is very sensitive and it was causing you to go into a fit of whimpers and moans.

A smile grew across his face and that’s when he decided to give you what you had be waiting for.

He places his tongue inside of you and starts going to town, eating you like you would be his last supper.

“You taste so good..fuck,” he moans

You giggle in response and bite your lip

Once he finishes, he wipes around his mouth and stands up on his knees

“Come here,” he says

You sit up and look up at him.

He kisses you and you can taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

“I wanna taste you, Kenma,” you say against his lips

“Lay down,” you tell him

You get on your knees and lean down to suck him. You wanted to show him how bad you wanted him and decide to bring out all the stops to show him how much you loved him and how much you were enjoying tonight.

Once you finish, he grabs a fistful of your braids

“Turn around and get on all fours. I’m giving you everything tonight,” he says, then smashes your lips together

You do as told and he starts slow like he had been doing all night to get you used to him again. Once you were, he started pounding into you. Hard and fast. Grabbing your braids in his hands and using them to help pull you closer to him, so that he could feel you deeper.

“Fuck... I’m gonna cum, kitten,” he says and you could tell as his thrusts got sloppier and less controlled

“Fuck,” he says under his breath,“I can’t take it anymore.”

He pulls out and releases his warm, white liquid onto your back.

He gets off the bed and walks tl the bathroom to get a soft hand towel to wipe off your back.

He gets off the bed and pulls you up as well. He pulls down the covers and helps you get in bed. He walks to the other side and joins you.

He pulls you close to him and starts massaging your body on different places.

“I love you, y/n...you did so well tonight.”

“I love you too, Kenma”

Art by: cathecatedrilla1003 (I found this on Pinterest)

I hope y’all enjoyed this head canon. This was really fun to write and I decided to write it on a whim after listening to that audio, so yeah. I may post again tomorrow, but we’ll see. I love y’all so much and thanks for the continuous support 🌸💖